Killing Zoe Page #4

Zed smiles.

ERIC:

We will go in and shut the bank down.

Now, look at this.

Eric pulls out a complex electronic schematic.

ERIC:

As you can see, only one person can start

the alarm.

(he hands it to Zed)

The concierge, at this desk.

(he points it out on the

blueprint)

We will take care of him. Then we can

close the bank. No one will know the

difference since every other bank will be

closed.

ZED:

(turning the schematic around)

Are you sure he won't push the alarm?

ERIC:

Ahhh! He's right next to the door. We'd

have to be totally incompetent not to

stop him. Don't worry about that.

He points to the main floor vault.

ERIC:

Here. This is where they keep the days

reserve cash. Okay f*** that.

He flips the page to the lower level blueprint.

ERIC:

There are many vaults downstairs, but

this is the vault we must get into. This

is where the real prize is.

ZED:

What kind of vault is that?

He checks the blueprint.

ERIC:

Ah...Swiss made. A Caliber.

ZED:

Caliber?

(he thinks about it)

It'll take three hours.

ERIC:

No, that's too long.

ZED:

That's how long it'll take.

ERIC:

Well sh*t. It's too long. We have to be

in and out.

(he snaps his fingers)

Like that. Or there will be suspicion.

A little time is okay...but too long

and...

He shrugs his shoulders in an "I don't know gesture."

ZED:

Well hold on a second.

(pointing to the blueprint)

What's this?

Eric looks down at the blueprint. There is a small passage

connecting the main vault to an adjacent vault.

ERIC:

Another vault.

ZED:

No this.

Eric looks closely at the blueprint.

ERIC:

I don't know...it connects the two

vaults.

ZED:

Well, what kind of vault is this other

one?

ERIC:

(reading the blueprint)

Also Swiss, but this one is a Poseidon.

ZED:

Why would those two vaults be connected?

ERIC:

I don't know.

ZED:

Because I can get into this vault in half

an hour. Maybe less.

ERIC:

But this entry way is too small to get

the platen out. We have a lot of

merchandise in there.

ZED:

No, don't you see? We get in through

this secondary vault and take this

passage to the other main vault. From

the inside I could open the Caliber vault

in five minutes.

ERIC:

You could open it in five minutes?

ZED:

From the inside it's easy.

ERIC:

(excited)

Hot damn. That is our answer.

ZED:

Okay. When is Bastille day?

ERIC:

Tomorrow.

ZED:

Tomorrow!? We're doing this tomorrow?

ERIC:

But of course.

ZED:

It's impossible.

ERIC:

It's not impossible. Everyone knows what

to do.

ZED:

I don't know what to do.

ERIC:

You don't need to know sh*t. Just get

into the vault and we'll do the rest.

ZED:

I haven't even seen the bank.

ERIC:

F*** the bank. Before we do a job we

live life. It's better that way. Okay?

ZED:

(unsure)

Okay.

ERIC:

Good. Now we do heroin!

CUT TO:

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - BATHROOM - NIGHT

EXTREME CLOSE ON: Eric making heroin.

The heroin powder is put into a spoon with some lemon

squeezed into it, then a little bit of tap water. Huddled

around Eric are Francois, Ricardo, and Oliver.

OLIVER:

(so high he's wobbling)

You have to look at the Starship

Enterprise as a metaphor for the human

brain.

No one is really listening to Oliver. Eric takes out a

lighter and cooks it to a boil.

OLIVER:

(continuing)

Spock is the right hemisphere of the

brain, all logic and intellect. Mc Coy is

the left hemisphere, stricktly emotional.

And Kirk is the unseen observer. He

drifts between the two. Back and forth,

as it might be, caught between the two

thought processes.

ERIC:

[Cotton.]

Ricardo hands him a cotton ball.

OLIVER:

(continuing)

It's really quite brilliant you know.

That's why Star Trek is and always will

be a hit show.

Eric places the cotton ball in the spoon with the mixture.

ERIC:

(to Oliver)

[Here, shut up and hold this.]

He hands Oliver the spoon and takes out a needle. Using the

cotton as a filter he draws the heroin into the syringe.

Then, he holds the syringe up and starts tapping it.

ERIC:

[Don't want to get air bubbles in my

veins.]

They all laugh at this.

INT. ERIC'S FLAT - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

In the meantime, Zed is sitting on the couch with Claude and

Jean. Claude is rolling a hash and tobacco cigarette. Jean

is chopping up some powder heroin on the glass of a small

picture.

JEAN:

Do you want heroin?

ZED:

No, I want to be sharp for tomorrow.

Jean and Claude laugh at this.

JEAN:

No. A little bit of heroin, some hash, a

beer...and you're just right.

Jean snorts a line.

Claude offers Zed the spliff. Zed shakes his head "no".

CLAUDE:

Okay.

JEAN:

(recovering from the snort)

That's good.

Eric, Francois, Ricardo, and Oliver come out of the kitchen

laughing.

Eric, Ricardo, and Oliver take a seat on the couch opposite

Zed. Francois sits on the floor.

Eric rolls up his sleeve.

ERIC:

(to Ricardo in French)

[Hold my arm.]

(then to Zed)

My vein is like a rock.

Ricardo takes hold of his arm and squeezes. Eric inserts the

needle into his vein and draws out a little blood. It mixes

with the heroin, then he pumps it in...then back into the

syringe, then all the way back in.

He withdraws the needle.

Ricardo lets go of his arm.

Eric is in bliss. His eyes roll back into his head. He

looks like he's on the verge of falling asleep.

Then Jean takes another snort.

Pretty soon everyone is smoking and getting high, shooting

up, and drinking more beer.

Then Jean holds out a piece of folded aluminum foil with some

heroin in it.

JEAN:

(to Zed)

Try some. It's called chasing the

dragon. The Chinese have been doing it

for centuries.

ZED:

I don't think so.

JEAN:

Oh, but you must. It will make you feel

as though the rest of the world is in a

bubble of glass and that you're rubbing

up against it like a bad windshield

wiper.

They stick the aluminum foil with the heroin in it up next to

his face. They then light the bottom of the foil with a

lighter. Before Zed knows it, he's inhaling a silky ribbon

of smoke.

Suddenly our plane of focus wildly shifts and we...

FOCUS DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ERIC'S CAR - MOVING - NIGHT

Ricardo is racing Eric's car through the streets of Paris

weaving in and out of traffic. Next to him is Oliver, and in

the back seat is Zed and Eric. They're giving the very

stoned Zed a whirlwind tour of the sights.

A car speeds up next to them. In it is Francois, and Claude,

with Jean driving. They are racing with Ricardo through the

streets.

The Patrick Hernandez song "Born To Be Alive" is blasting

away on the radio.

ERIC:

There. That's Notre Dame.

But before Zed can even look it has past by.

RICARDO:

Do you like French cars?

All Zed can notice is that the speedometer is at 160

kilometers per hour. He tries to calculate what that is in

miles per hour.

ZED:

(answering Enrique's question)

Yes.

RICARDO:

I like the Cadillac. Fifty-two to

seventy-five. Very nice.

ERIC:

Up here you can see the Eiffel tower.

Zed is in too much of a blur. He leans over to Eric.

ZED:

Is tomorrow really Bastille day?

ERIC:

Yes, tomorrow we pull the biggest job in

French history. And spend the rest of

our lives in Monte Carlo.

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