Smokin' Aces Page #15

DARWIN TREMOR:

You woulda?

DUPREE:

Oh hell yeah. We's just in the wrong

place at the wrong time. So don't

feel so bad dude.

DARWIN TREMOR:

Damn... alright then.

DUPREE:

I don't mind now anyway. You know,

up here in Heaven, it's beautiful.

Way better than f***in' Hawaii or

any place like that.

Darwin's eyes begin to well, the tears coming slowly. In the

background, Lester and Jeeves beat each other ruthlessly.

DARWIN TREMOR:

Really?

DUPREE:

I'm glad I'm here. I love it. I'm

gonna get laid by some fine ass angels

and then go hang out with Jesus and

them.

Darwin wipes his eyes.

DARWIN TREMOR:

Man, that's great.

DUPREE:

I got it made in the shade Amigo.

Hey, I'll see you up here some day,

don't worry.

DARWIN TREMOR:

You think so?

Darwin uses his thumb and forefinger to make it appear as

though Dupree we're smiling up at him.

DUPREE:

I know so.

Darwin smiles back down at the corpse, wiping his nose on

his sleeve. He reaches down and pulls out Dupree's wallet.

He spots the bondsman's license, eyeballs the bail papers:

He sees the name ROBERT ISRAEL in bold type. Puts it together.

DARWIN TREMOR:

Damn Jack... you was after the same

sacka sh*t as us... Small world.

Darwin continues the pat down, pauses, pulls the envelope

with fifty grand inside, fingers fresh bills. With his free

hand he manipulates Dupree's dead mouth one last time.

DUPREE:

Don't tell your a**hole brothers you

know about it, that money is for you

old boy.

Darwin, a nod of acknowledgement for the dead Dupree.

DARWIN TREMOR:

I appreciate that pard... I wish I

coulda been a better friend.

Darwin stands, His eyes move to the guard's uniforms, still

laid out across the trunk... he looks over at his two

brothers, Jeeves now with a Lenny-like hammerlock on Lester's

head.

DARWIN TREMOR:

Alright enough grabassin' goddamit!

We need t'get over t'that hotel.

WATTERS (V.O.)

We're already here baby.

CUT TO:

INT. NOMAD HOTEL AND CASINO -- LOBBY -- MORNING

Watters is once again on her cellphone to Lorenzo.

WYMAN (O.S.)

(on the phone)

So everything's cool then?

WATTERS:

We sat down with Padiche, he tried

to get some details which we wasn't

gonna give up, but it's all good.

We goin' check Sis in first, 'fore I

check in across the street.

Sykes arrives at the reception counter when the elevators

open -- and Israel's Hookers, post-brawl bruised, bloodied

and barefoot, come staggering out.

They slur insults at the security team, broken heels slung

over their shoulders, wigs misaligned, miniskirts mangled.

Sykes trades looks with Watters as if assessing something,

nodding almost imperceptibly to one another. Watters then

winks, something sexual there... it gives Sykes the shivers.

The Hookers are surrounded by a horde of hotel staff and

summarily whisked away. Watters joins Sykes. The WOMAN behind

the counter checking Sykes in, looks up to see Watters.

WOMAN:

Will you be needing a room with two

double beds?

SYKES:

(quickly)

No, we're not together.

Watters, a grin.

WATTERS:

C'mon baby, don't be shy.

(to woman)

Just one bed please.

(beat, to Sykes smiling)

Although if we sweat that one up, we

goin' need some clean sheets.

(As Sykes pulls away)

C'mon Girl, you know I'm playing!

Sykes looks uneasily at the counter woman, who keeps her

eyes locked on the computer in front of her.

WATTERS:

(over her shoulder to

the departing hookers)

..If ya'll let hoochie like that

stay up in here, ya'll must be burning

sheets by the ton.

The woman just smiles that monstrously insincere "I'm here

to help!" smile, offering nothing in response.

WATTERS:

You just goin' grin? Y'ain't goin

comment on that, at all? Trampy ass

skeezers, doin' damage they ain't

even smart enough to see. That don't

gall you at all?

(beat, closer)

B*tches like those are the same ones

runnin' feminism right to the brink

girl. B*tches like that the reason

mafuckas don't take our species

seriously. We jus' meat for male

consumption, we jus' pieces a'ass

and p*ssy, somethin' pretty in

lipstick and eye liner can suck cock.

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