Smokin' Aces Page #12

CUT BACK TO:

INT. PENTHOUSE SUITE -- CONTINUOUS

Ivy and Beanie, marshalling the mass hooker exodus. Ivy paying

the gals as they exit the suite. One YOUNG HOOKER bringing

up the rear, stumbles in her stripper heels, shaky, tries to

take another step, slips, trips, falls -- smacks face first

into a glass coffee table, shattering it.

BEANIE:

Damn girl, look out now!

The other Hookers; gape jawed, mild shock, mild amusement.

Beanie plucks the fallen woman up, shakes her off, straightens

her out, pulls off the offending heels.

BEANIE:

(holding up heel)

All these good for is poppin' them

titties girl, but y'see what happens

when you try to get around in 'em?

The hooker, covered in glass dust, stuck with shards,

teetering, too out of it to care.

CUT BACK TO SCENE:

INT. PENTHOUSE BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS

Israel sweats like a stuck pig, pained, clutching his chest.

DR. GILL (ON PHONE) (O.S.)

-- Forget about the tissue damage

you're doing to the heart itself.

Sustained cocaine abuse will segue

you from a very painful ventricular

fibrillation into full cardiac arrest.

(beat)

Buddy, nobody knows about your

condition, or your drug use. Why you

lied to me, knowing that I'd find

out anyway, I'll never know, but it

imperative now that I see you.

ISRAEL:

That's not possible. I told you.

DR. GILL

There are certain meds, certain

intravenous measures that can

counteract some of the damage you've

done, but I'd have to administer

them myself.

ISRAEL:

Won't work, we're just gonna have to

chance it man. I'm sorry.

DR. GILL

No. Sorry comes later, when you're

in a partial coma with ambulatory

paralysis. Sorry comes when we have

to decide which of your limbs have

to be amputated because severely

constricted blood flow has brought

about a gangrenous infection, sorry --

ISRAEL:

-- Fine, f***, I got it... Lake Tahoe,

Nevada. I'll have Hugo book your

flight, you can be here in a couple

hours. He'll meet you at the airport.

Buddy disconnects. Dr. Gill holds for a moment, clicks over

to another line, dials a new number... waits.

DR. GILL

...He's in Lake Tahoe.

CUT BACK TO:

Buddy still standing there next to the phone, wincing,

breathing shallow, looking down, rubbing his chest.

ISRAEL:

Be cool, be cool, be cool... c'mon...

He walks over to the bureau, cut lines of coke await him.

He bends, inserts a rolled hundred into his nostril.

ISRAEL:

Just this last little bit, then we're

done, just this tiny bit and that's

it, that's it, all of it, over --

He snorts.

CUT BACK TO:

INT. PENTHOUSE SUITE -- CONTINUOUS

Beanie, trying to assist the ailing hooker. She lurches

suddenly, retching, projectile-vomit dousing Beanie's Versace --

dripping dung-like from his shirt front.

BEANIE:

Awwww, motherfuck me! C'mon woman!

Hold your sh*t! This is silk!

The other hooker's titters turn to outright guffaws. Barf-

girl takes umbrage, hurls her purse at them, rushing into

the herd, throwing haymakers asswild, snatching wigs, sinking

fake nails into skin, snapping them off, Van Helsing style.

The fur flies, a slugfest free-for-all. Ivy intervenes --

Beanie jumps into the fray, separating combatants -- one of

them wielding her pump heel like a pick-axe. Hugo heads

another off hooker, hitting her like a blitzing linebacker.

Israel, who has walked back out, looks on with total disdain

for what he's seeing... Then, he catches his reflection in a

living room mirror, a profound sense of sadness there.

ISRAEL:

(to himself, quiet)

...How the mighty have fallen...

WE PUSH PAST HIM...

In the distance, on the lake, a small boat, a man sitting

inside, gazing up through a pair of binoculars.

CARRUTHERS (V.O.)

He's awake.

CUT TO:

INT. "TAHOE SKILLET" RESTAURANT -- MORNING

The Feds occupy a booth, black coffee for both. Carruthers

clicks off a cellphone. Messner is engrossed in a file clipped

with old surveillance photographs of Primo Sparazza.

CARRUTHERS:

Spotter on the lake confirmed Israel.

Penthouse level. There was apparently

a fisticuffs with some prostitutes.

He wasn't involved. He's also had

his people phone a local madame for

another group of girls.

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