Killing Zoe Page #8

ZED'S TABLE

Suddenly, Zed notices something...

ON STAGE:

Eric is up on stage playing a trombone right alongside the

band.

ZED'S TABLE

Zed blinks but it's true.

Oliver and Claude start laughing.

OLIVER:

Look at him. He's crazy.

ON STAGE:

And surely he must be, yet, in a strange way, he's keeping up

with the other musicians and sounding pretty good.

Eric is all smile as he plays with them. Sweat is running

down his face but he's caught up in the moment.

ELISE, a woman from the audience has jumped up onto the

stage, caught up in Eric's frenzy, and is dancing about like

James Brown.

Then, the music crescendos and Eric hands the trombone back

to a musician.

The set is over.

Eric skips off the stage and walks over to where Oliver,

Claude, and Zed are sitting.

EXT. BANK - DAY

EXTREME CLOSE ON: The door to the bank.

Francois puts a sign on the door that reads: [Closed for

Bastille Day].

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - SUB LOBBY HALL - DAY

The sub lobby teller and the sub lobby guard #2 rendezvous

with the sub lobby assistant.

SUB LOBBY TELLER

(to assistant)

[Do the phones work?]

SUB LOBBY ASSISTANT

[They went dead.]

SUB LOBBY TELLER

Merde!

They walk out into the sub lobby.

INT. BANK - SUB LOBBY - DAY

The sub level teller and the sub lobby assistant walk into

the sub lobby just as Eric, Zed, Oliver, and the bank manager

start coming down the stairs.

At the sight of Eric and his men the sub lobby guard #2 aims

his weapon but does not fire because of the bank manager.

Eric presses his Uzi against the bank manager's neck.

ERIC:

(to the guard)

[Drop the gun!]

He doesn't.

ERIC:

[Drop your gun now and nobody dies!]

After a moments thought about this, and the fact that Oliver

has a sawed-off aimed at him, he slowly puts his gun on the

floor.

ERIC:

[Good boy.]

They descend down the stairs into the sub lobby.

Oliver takes his gun.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Francois, Ricardo, and Jean have finished herding everyone

behind the teller windows. Claude is on his way downstairs.

CLAUDE:

[I'm going to check things out

downstairs.]

RICARDO:

(to the people)

[Now! On the ground! Face down!]

Then, for effect, he kicks a man.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - SUB LOBBY - DAY

Claude comes downstairs with his gun raised.

CLAUDE:

[All clear down here?]

Everyone turns.

ERIC:

[Take these two upstairs. And chain the

gate to the sub lobby shut.]

Oliver pushes the sub lobby guard #2 and the sub lobby

assistant toward Claude. Then he hands him a chain.

Claude can barely maintain his enthusiasm.

CLAUDE:

[The phones and video are down! We're

locked up tight!]

(then in English)

We f***ing did it!

He takes the two upstairs.

Eric smiles through his teeth at the bank manager.

ERIC:

[Any others I should worry about?]

BANK MANAGER:

[No.]

ERIC:

(to Oliver)

[Well, just to be sure--]

Then, from one of the safety deposit booths a sound is heard.

All eyes turn to it.

Oliver walks up to it and kicks the door in. The stodgy

customer is kneeling in it. He instantly holds his hands

high.

OLIVER:

[Freeze motherf***er!]

Eric walks up, gun in hand.

ERIC:

[Who the f*** are you?]

STODGY CUSTOMER:

[Please don't shoot me!]

OLIVER:

[On the ground!]

He does.

ERIC:

(to the bank manager)

[Making a deposit I hope.]

(he smiles to Oliver)

[Bring him with us.]

They all make their way down through the sub lobby hall.

INT. BANK - RESERVE VAULT AREA - DAY

They're herding the men through the hall.

BANK MANAGER:

(to the sub lobby teller)

[Vault locked?]

SUB LOBBY TELLER

[Yes.]

ERIC:

[Shut your f***ing mouths!]

BANK MANAGER:

(to Eric)

[The vault doors are shut and time

locked. You won't be able to open them.]

They walk through a doorway into the storage/elevator area.

INT. BANK - STORAGE/ELEVATOR AREA - DAY

Eric pushes the manager and the others through the doorway.

ERIC:

(to the bank manager)

[You think we're f***ing amateurs? You

think we're stupid? I've got news for

you...we planned ahead my friend!]

Eric pushes them infront of the Calibre vault door.

ERIC:

[Now save us a lot of time and just open

the vault.]

BANK MANAGER:

[No.]

ERIC:

[Okay.]

He releases the bank manager and stuffs the barrel of his

handgun into the sub level tellers mouth.

ERIC:

[Open the vault.]

The teller's eyes widen.

BANK MANAGER:

[I cannot.]

ERIC:

[Oh.]

(to the teller)

[Can you?]

BANK MANAGER:

[No. Once closed only I can open it.]

ERIC:

[Then open it.]

BANK MANAGER:

[I cannot.]

The sub lobby teller's eyes plead with the bank manager.

Zed is watching the whole affair nervously.

ERIC:

[Do you understand that I'll kill her if

you don't open this f***ing vault?]

BANK MANAGER:

[Do you understand that this is an

international reserve bank? Robbing it

is punishable by life imprisonment.]

Eric fires. The back of the sub lobby teller's head paints

the wall red.

ZED:

Jesus f***ing Christ!

The bank manager, shocked as he is, looks at Zed. He knows

he's an American.

The sub lobby teller's body slumps to the ground.

Eric grabs the stodgy customer and puts the gun to his

temple.

ERIC:

[Open the vault door or I'll kill this

man next.]

The bank manager is freaking out, but after what was probably

the most horribly agonizing internal debate, he holds his

ground.

BANK MANAGER:

[I still cannot open the vault.]

ERIC:

[Come on. It's only things in there.

This man is flesh and blood.]

BANK MANAGER:

[I will not open the vault.]

ZED:

Eric no! I can open the vault!

ERIC:

Shut the f*** up!

(then to the stodgy customer)

[You're a customer in this bank and this

is how they treat you. Do you have a

family?]

He nods his head "yes".

ERIC:

[Would you like to see them again?]

He nods his head again.

ERIC:

(to the manager)

[This man has a family he would like to

have Bastille day dinner with tonight.

So save us some time and open the vault.]

After losing about a pound of sweat...

BANK MANAGER:

[No.]

Eric quickly removes the gun from the customers temple and

fires two shots into the bank manager's face.

The bank manager falls against the vault door and onto the

floor.

ERIC:

F***ing idiot.

(then to the stodgy customer)

[You seem like a nice man. Tonight at

dinner think about how lucky you are and

how much you love your family.]

He starts nodding his head.

STODGY CUSTOMER:

Oui.

ERIC:

(to Oliver)

[Take him upstairs.]

Oliver takes the customer upstairs to the rest of the people.

Eric rips off his mask.

ERIC:

Don't you ever conflict with me during

work again! Do you hear!?

Zed off his clown mask.

ZED:

You didn't have to shoot any of them!

ERIC:

(patronizing)

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't realize you were

in charge now. Nobody told me.

(his temper flares)

If he had opened the vault it would have

saved us a f***ing hour.

He charges into the reserve vault area.

INT. BANK - RESERVE VAULT AREA - DAY

They enter and Eric walks up to a bathroom door.

ZED:

Eric. It's just that we've gone from

being thieves to murderers.

ERIC:

Oh f*** it doesn't matter! Here you get

the death penalty just for robbing a

federal bank.

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