Smokin' Aces Page #19

Acosta takes the phone from the stunned Supervisor, replacing

it on the console. The Supervisor, still confused by the

exchange, wanting to speak, but unsure of what to say... He

gazes down to the red blossom fanning across his shirt front.

SECURITY SUPERVISOR

Is... that... blood?

Acosta pockets his ID as he yanks the pass key off the

Supervisor's neck. His natural accent returns.

ACOSTA:

Yes it is and right now it's filling

your lungs. In less than a minute,

you'll asphyxiate and pass out. You

shouldn't be feeling any pain now.

The Supervisor's knees begin to buckle, nervous system slowly

shutting down. Acosta steadies him, easing him to the floor.

ACOSTA:

Close your eyes. Think of something

wonderful. Don't make this face the

last thing you ever see.

(beat, in Spanish)

Heaven may hold it against you.

The Supervisor, unblinking, an almost childlike clarity there.

SECURITY SUPERVISOR

...Am I really dying...?

Acosta, deadpan.

ACOSTA:

Bill --

(out of respect)

Willliam...

(pause)

We're all dying...

Bill the supervisor almost smiles as he breathes his last

breath... Acosta checks for a pulse, then drags his body

toward a service closet. As he passes one of the video

monitors...

...WE SEE ON-SCREEN: The Employee entrance, grave and swing

shifts on their way out, day shift on it's way in. Mixed in

with this personnel rotation, each doing his inconspicuous

best... The Brothers Tremor.

CUT TO:

INT. EMPLOYEE ENTRANCE -- DAY

Darwin, Lester and Jeeves, clad in full security attire,

standing apart so as not to appear together, heads down,

hands shoved into their pockets.

Darwin bird-dogs both his brothers, monitoring their movement,

using hand signals and some bizarre inbred semaphore to

communicate with them. They pass through and punch in, signing

time sheets. The surrounding security staff oblivious to the

new faces. The brothers enter the lower floors, moving through

the hotel's fitness center and indoor pool.

A kid does a cannonball as they pass as we...

CUT TO:

A clouded bog -- coming to -- consciousness, then, retching,

gagged gasps, throat ablaze with bile, liquid clearing

convulsed lungs, breath in burning spasms -- not enough air.

EXT. LAKE --DAY

Elmore sits up in the sub-zero shallows of Lake Tahoe with a

start, stripped naked, shaking uncontrollably, his skin a

deep bruised blue. Dull pain quickly defines -- pinpoints,

bores in, bone deep... Death can't hurt this much.

He gets his breathing under control, the onset of hypothermia

turning his fingertips black -- his left hand, lighter three

digits -- he looks, comprehension sparks but can't catch --

he stares impassively at the ragged space, for the moment,

he doesn't seem to mind their absence. He gropes the side of

his head, bullet-graze, blood congealed by the cold, the

concussion he suffered has left a massive migraine behind.

He crawls from the water, muscles cramping, knotting up. He

reaches the sand, unable to pull himself up any further. He

turns back, sees the bodies of Deeks and Dupree, face down,

the lazy lake tide gently lifting and lowering them...

MESSNER (V.O.)

Double homicide, gunshot vics, both

of 'em dumped in the lake. That's

where the Sheriff's task force is.

CUT TO:

INT. CAR -- DAY

Carruthers and Messner, hectic, speeding through the south

shore of Lake Tahoe, cellphones pinned to their ears.

MESSNER:

(back into his phone)

Deputy, have you made any ID's?

CARRUTHERS:

(cups phone, to Messner)

Get a coroner's estimate too.

(back into his cell)

-- Miss, I've been transferred and I

was disconnected. No one is answering

and I need someone from security to

pick up that line. It's urgent.

Messner, nodding as he listens.

MESSNER:

Dep-- Deputy, I'm going to put you

on speaker, I have Agent Carruthers

in the car with me.

(beat to Carruthers)

You need to hear this.

Messner clicks over, the deputies voice fills the car.

SHERIFF DEPUTY:

--nd have a pending ID on a Jack

Dupree, appears to be a bondsman out

of Las Vegas. He was just rolled and

printed by our medical examiner.

Messner and Carruthers trade looks.

CARRUTHERS:

Was there anything recovered?

SHERIFF DEPUTY (O.S.)

We found a handwritten receipt in

his pocket for what looks like uniform

rentals. The name and phone number

of the rental house wasn't listed,

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