Killing Zoe Page #9

ZED:

I thought the death penalty was abolished

in 1980?

ERIC:

Ohhhh! That's what they tell you! But

who cares? I need to take a piss.

Eric enters the bathroom.

ERIC:

(on his way into the bathroom)

Why don't you open the vault?

Zed looks at the bathroom door close. After a fuming pause

he turns and walks back toward the Poseidon vault door.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Francois peeks through the venetian blinds of the windows to

the outside.

FRANCOIS:

[Looks clear.]

In the meantime, behind the teller windows guarding the

people who are laying on the floor, Jean and Ricardo are in

the middle of a conversation. Oliver is sitting on the

counter, having just brought the stodgy customer upstairs.

Also here now are the sub lobby assistant and the sub lobby

guard #2.

JEAN:

[What do you mean you're not sure if the

alarm went off or not?]

RICARDO:

[I mean I'm not sure.]

JEAN:

[Well, either it did or it didn't.]

RICARDO:

[And I'm not sure.]

JEAN:

[Well, do you think it did?]

RICARDO:

[I just f***ing told you, I don't know.]

JEAN:

[Take a guess.]

RICARDO:

[It didn't.]

JEAN:

[You're sure?]

RICARDO:

[No. It's just a guess.]

JEAN:

[Well what kind of a f***ing guess is

that? You're saying it could have.]

RICARDO:

[Yes.]

JEAN:

[Well that's f***ing great. Why didn't

you just kill that a**hole to begin with.

I knew I should have been the one to kill

him. You're always so damn slow.]

RICARDO:

[Sh*t these masks are really hot.]

CLAUDE:

[I know, I've got f***ing sweat stinging

my eyes.]

In the meantime Zoey is on the floor, unsure of what is going

on.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - VAULT ANTECHAMBER - DAY

Zed opens up his steel briefcase. Inside of it are all sorts

of electronic gear and tools.

He takes out a tape measure and some callipers and measures

out a point on the vault door. He marks the point with a

piece of chalk.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - MEN'S BATHROOM - DAY

In one of the stalls Eric is preparing a syringe. He has

just cooked the heroin and is now tapping on it to get the

bubbles out.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - VAULT ANTECHAMBER - DAY

Zed takes a power drill out from the briefcase and attaches a

special diamond tipped bit. He measures the depth he wants

to drill to and then marks the bit with a yellow pencil.

He places his ear to the vault and taps the spot.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - MEN'S BATHROOM - DAY

Eric readies the needle and slaps his vein. He is shaking

but trying to remain as still as possible.

He places the needle at the end of a track on his arm and

inserts it.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - VAULT ANTECHAMBER - DAY

Zed starts drilling into the point he marked with the chalk

on the vault door.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - MEN'S BATHROOM - DAY

Eric's eyes roll back into his head as the heroin fills his

vein.

He drops the needle to the floor and sits back to enjoy the

rush.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Zoey is sitting on the floor next to the other bank hostages.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - VAULT ANTECHAMBER - DAY

EXTREME CLOSE ON: Zed's drill bit. It burrows into the

steel wall of the safe spewing out spiral shavings.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Zoey looks at all the people sitting around her. They're all

scared. Jean, Ricardo, and Francois are talking amongst

themselves.

JEAN:

(in French to Ricardo)

[Do you know one?]

RICARDO:

[Let's see. Okay. An unfortunate fellow

was locked up in prison doing five to ten

for armed robbery. All he could think of

the whole time was eating p*ssy.]

Zoey looks up at them telling the joke.

RICARDO:

[The day finally came for his release.

He walked out of the prison with a new

suit and fifty francs the officials had

given him, and made a bee-line for the

whorehouse in the nearest town. Slamming

his fifty francs on the front desk, he

said, "I wanna eat some p*ssy."]

Jean is already laughing.

RICARDO:

[I'm not done. Listen. "Where've you

been," said the greasy fellow behind the

desk, "fifty francs won't get you a close

look these days."]

Zoey glances at all of the people. Then her eyes lock with

the concierge security guard.

RICARDO:

["Listen buddy," said the ex-convict,

pulling him out of his chair by the shirt

collar, "I wanna eat some p*ssy, and I

want it now!"]

The concierge security guard lifts his pant leg slowly.

RICARDO:

["Okay, okay," gasped the proprietor,

"I'll see what I can do." So the ex-con

followed him through to the very back of

the warehouse through some stained,

tattered red curtains, and into a grimy

little room where a bedraggled looking

whore lay spreadeagled on a filthy bed.

"She's yours for fifty francs," said the

proprietor, and the fellow went at it.]

Zoey notices that on the concierge security guard's leg is an

ankle holster with a small .38 pistol on it. His fingers

begin to unsnap the safety harness on it.

Her eyes widen.

RICARDO:

[After a little while, he came across a

piece of egg. "That's funny," he thought

to himself, "I don't think I had egg for

breakfast." But he spat it out and kept

eating away. Next he found a piece of

chipped beef wedged between his front

teeth. "I'm sure I haven't eaten chipped

beef this week," he thought, but kept on.

Then he came across the corn. "What is

this?" he said, "I think I'm going to be

sick."]

The concierge security guard unsnaps the safety. Zoey knows

he's going to make his move.

RICARDO:

["Ya know," says the whore, "that's what

the last guy said."]

Before they can even laugh the concierge security guard whips

out the .38 and fires three shots.

Two of them hit Ricardo in the chest. He falls to the

ground.

The other hits Francois in the arm.

In an instant Jean is firing his machine gun into the group

of people huddled on the floor.

Everyone is screaming and trying to get away.

Machine gun fire cuts through the concierge security guard

killing him dead.

Unfortunately, the wild spray of bullets also rips into three

of the tellers, four of the customers, and the loan officer,

killing them all.

People are trying to flee but Claude fires his gun into the

ceiling.

CLAUDE:

[No one f***ing moves!]

Jean has jumped up on the table and is aiming at the people.

JEAN:

[Sh*t! What happened!?]

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - VAULT ANTECHAMBER - DAY

Zed looks up hearing the commotion.

Eric comes running out of the bathroom and into the

storage/elevator area.

ERIC:

What is it? What's going on?

Zed gets up to go upstairs.

ZED:

I don't know.

ERIC:

No! You stay here.

Eric runs upstairs.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK - LOBBY - DAY

Francois is on the ground holding his arm. He keeps rolling

back and forth in pain.

Ricardo is dead.

Jean, Claude, and Oliver are waving their guns around ready

to kill someone any second.

JEAN:

[Nobody f***ing moves! Nobody f***ing

moves!]

Claude motions to the dead security guard.

CLAUDE:

[The gun! Somebody get it!]

Oliver goes over to the dead security guard, the whole time

waving his gun at people.

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