Smokin' Aces Page #14

DEEKS (V.O.)

Where'd you get these?

CUT TO:

Guard uniforms, exactly like those we've just seen, worn by

the Nomad's security staff. Maroon with burnished gold buttons

and brown piping down the slacks. Three separate vestments

laid out across the trunk of a rental car.

CAMERA PULLS BACK TO REVEAL:

EXT. PARKING LOT -- OFF THE LAKE -- DAY

Dupree and Deeks in an empty parking lot, bundled up in

windbreakers, battling the frozen spindrift swirling in off

the lake.

DUPREE:

Same place that rents the guard's

uniforms. There's a shift change at

9am. Graveyard goes home and we can

blend in with the day shift coming

on.

DEEKS:

What about access cards? Pass keys?

DUPREE:

We'll have to get our hands on them.

There's two separate units; Casino

Floor/Count Room Security and General

Hotel Security --

(annoyed, nods to car)

Does he want to hear this or what?

Deeks bangs on the hood of the car.

DEEKS:

Hollis!

Elmore steps out, moving slowly to the rear of the car.

DUPREE:

Nobody put a gun to your head.

Elmore leans against the bumper, bored.

ELMORE:

Yeah, we've been through that.

DUPREE:

Then quit acting like somebody sh*t

in your cereal bowl. Reed just gave

us fifty grand.

ELMORE:

-- Jack, what am I doing? I'm standing

here, aren't I?

(beat, to both men)

Shouldn't that be enough? That I

made the trip?

DUPREE:

Your attitude sucks.

ELMORE:

I been accused of worse.

(glancing at uniforms)

What do we got...?

Dupree, dubious, does he continue...? Fine. F*** it.

DUPREE:

Two security levels, the one we're

going in under the guise of, hotel

security, has restricted access.

They're mostly there to monitor the

lobby, handle disturbances on the

different floors and toss out drunks.

(beat)

There's a thirty-five member employee

rotation going from graveyard to day

shift. If we split up, we can blend

in and enter unnoticed. Once we're

inside the hotel, we'll regroup.

ELMORE:

Then what --

-- A Plymouth Barracuda passes by, brakes hard, reverses.

The trio stop talking, look over... and then their lives

end. Bad intentions blaze from the driver's side, machine-

gun bursts -- Dupree is hit flush, dead on his feet, his

dying thought, cut comically short; "I had that car in high

scho--

Deeks, shredded where he stands, his body absorbing a

fusillade of rounds traveling at twice the speed of sound.

One creases Elmore's skull, another blows out Deeks' back,

fragmenting, claiming three fingers from Elmore's left hand.

The three of them fall in weird, waterlogged flops, no dying

breaths, no death rattles, just lights out... just like that.

Several seconds pass. Then the car door opens and The Tremor

Brothers, like circus clowns, clamber out in a cloud of gun

and reefer smoke. LESTER TREMOR, the dandruff-caked,

pockmarked middle brother is the first out. He shakes off

the cold, yawning, stretching, revealing all manner of tattoo.

The Tremors' youngest brother, the Baby-Huey sized JEEVES

TREMOR bumbles out, pulling at his crotch. He unzips & rips,

baptizing the Cuda's tire with a truly prodigious piss.

DARWIN TREMOR climbs from the car, the eldest brother, straw

boss, brains of the outfit. He looks down at the dead men,

seems saddened by their state. Some remorse maybe? Maybe so.

JEEVES TREMOR:

(still pissing)

Luvin' that, rat-tat-tat-tat, clean

as a nun's snatch on Kristal Nacht!

LESTER TREMOR:

(stops singing)

Shut up fuckass, them spirits ain't

vacated yet, s'keep quiet.

JEEVES TREMOR:

Them spirits can kiss my Chinese

ass.

LESTER TREMOR:

...YOU AIN'T NO CHINESE!

This exchange prompts Jeeves to turn and urinate on Lester.

Lester squeals war cry, launching a wild windmill barrage on

his behemoth little brother. Jeeves ignores the hydrant-

like urine stream soaking them both and starts swinging back.

Darwin kneels down over the dead Jack Dupree, taking Jack's

face in his hand and squeezing back and forth, adding his

own words in what amounts to a freakish ventriloquist act.

DUPREE (DEAD)

...I forgive you Darwin.

DARWIN TREMOR:

Shoot, I appreciate that man.

DUPREE:

If I needed your I.D. and your car

and me and my brothers were wanted

by the law, I woulda killed you to

get 'em too.

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