Smokin' Aces Page #17

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INT. FOUR SEASONS HOTEL -- WASHINGTON D.C. -- DAY

Morris Mecklen, sleepless, sweat rings blossoming armpit to

waist. He picks at the plate of room service food in front

of him. A group of Feds and Fed lawyers linger in the b.g.

MECKLEN:

And they're not going give there

pally. They're bricking us on that

particular issue.

Mecklen glances back over his shoulder, lowering his voice.

MECKLEN:

Baby, I've been co-habitating with

these people for the past thirty odd

hours and in so doing, have stared

into the face of hell. These are the

premier prick cocksuckers of all

time and I feel beaten by them, I

feel bloodied --

ISRAEL:

-- and you're gonna feel altogether

f***ed, by me, if you don't handle

this. I'm the one, does the face

plant, this falls apart, not you.

Buddy's rubs his chest -- grimacing -- he lays back on the

piano, hoists a vial of blow, presses a nostril, does a bump.

MECKLEN (V.O.)

And I vibe that kiddo, I do indeed,

but it's one'a those fait accompli

things, you have to --

ISRAEL:

I don't have to do sh*t! Which

includes cooperating any further

with these motherfuckers until I get

what I want!

(beat, considers,

looks over at Hugo)

Alright, f*** it, if we gotta hand

'em somebody from our end and they're

being hard-ons about it -- make it

Hugo, him I don't mind. He needs

that regimented thing that prison

provides --

MECKLEN:

-- Buddy, it's bigger than that,

they want 'em all, Ivy, Beanie --

ISRAEL:

-- this isn't a swap meet Morrey,

they're getting Sparazza and the

west coast syndicate, giftwrapped,

now if that's not good enough --

The Feds are signaling Mecklen back into the main room.

MECKLEN:

-- Listen kid, let's not antagonize

this any more. I got 'em backed down

on the book and t.v. deals. They're

agreeing to give you all the after

tax profits, so you can come away

with some chits and live comfortably.

If we push this, they'll revoke your

protective status, which nullifies

any agreement you got with the

government... Now that's mate and

checkmate kiddo and once that happens,

the sh*t'll start falling down around

your ears, real fast.

Buddy's head teeters back, bangs on the keys, sour chords,

thinking... thinking... He takes the deck, firing the cards

up in a perfect column above his head, snatching one random

out of the air with his right. He turns it over, looks...

Joker.

ISRAEL:

Alright... do it.

In the shadows at the far end of the room, tucked into the

midday shadows, Ivy listens as his boss betrays them all...

CARRUTHERS (V.O.)

Israel just rolled.

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EXT. "TAHOE SKILLET" RESTAURANT -- MORNING

The Feds, heading toward their car, Carruthers snaps his

cellphone shut.

MESSNER:

He's giving them up?

CARRUTHERS:

All of 'em. His entire entourage. I

think we should move.

MESSNER:

Did the Justice lawyers sign off?

CARRUTHERS:

That's happening in about ten minutes.

Israel's at optimum risk of flight

right now, so we can't wait.

They reach their car.

MESSNER:

What about the sheriff's task force?

CARRUTHERS:

Have them mobilized. I'll phone

security and have the elevators locked

down and stairwells secured. We need

to keep Israel sequestered in that

penthouse.

SECURITY SUPERVISOR (V.O.)

No, I'm sorry, the penthouse is

currently under construction.

INT. NOMAD HOTEL AND CASINO -- SECURITY ROOM -- DAY

S.A. Gerald Diego, alias Pasquale Acosta, speaking with "Bill"

SECURITY SUPERVISOR for the Nomad. Banks of video monitors

surround them, displaying the various gaming areas and VIP

floors... two of the screens are completely blacked out.

ACOSTA:

(to Bill)

Can I speak to you privately?

The Supervisor nods, dismisses his staff, calls after one.

SECURITY SUPERVISOR

Gary, let's get our personnel up in

the catwalk over twelve, that stickman

has been acting odd and I don't like

the rolls that table has been getting.

EMPLOYEE:

Got it.

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