Smokin' Aces Page #22

SERNA (V.O.)

Well, I'm hearin' the Swede's been

dispatched, he's flying so --

PADICHE:

Well, uh -- damn, alright, so he's

headed in, does that -- where does

that leave us?

Agent Messner:
Watching as the bodies of Dupree and Deeks

are hauled from the lake by Sheriff's personnel. He walks

the shoreline, searching for clues, on his cellphone, trying

to reach Security at the Nomad.

SERNA (V.O.)

-- in a foot race right now. Really

a matter of who out hustles who,

y'know...

Agent Carruthers: Plugging in his headset as he reaches the

front of the Nomad, leaping out, rushing inside, holstering

his gun for the moment.

PADICHE (V.O.)

So we gotta get t'Israel pretty quick

for this to fly, yeah? I think?

Georgia Sykes; Pulling a small revolver from her garter-

holster, annoyed, rubbing the chaffed area, reaching the

elevator, leaning back against the wall, waiting.

SERNA (V.O.)

Basically -- it'd really be the best

thing right now, yeah. Can't give up

the ship now Buzzy --

Sharice Watters; Her eye going to the rifle-scope... she

makes subtle adjustments to the targeting-ring -- P.O.V. --

Israel's penthouse sits in the crosshairs. We see a figure,

just beyond the glass... a shimmering shape, moving within.

PADICHE (V.O.)

-- No, no, not when y'can see the

shore. I hear ya.

SERNA (V.O.)

Okay, well, y'know, then we just

gotta get Israel.

PADICHE (V.O.)

I'm working on it.

SERNA (V.O.)

Bag this f***er Buzzy.

PADICHE (V.O.)

It's gettin' done Sid.

Watters tracks the figure -- finger finding the trigger as

we SMASH CUT TO:

BLACK:

FADE UP ON:

CAMERA DOLLIES IN ON -- Primo Sparazza, bedridden, blinking

at the nothingness around him... a life on its last legs...

a dying man determined to outlive his last enemy... Buddy

Israel.

FADE OUT:

FADE IN UP ON:

FBI Director Locke, receiving a CONFIDENTIAL package, signing

for it, tearing it open, reviewing the paperwork inside. The

color drains from his face, casting him cadaver-like. His

phone rings, he quickly snatches up the receiver.

LOCKE:

...Yes? Yes sir... I'm looking at it

now... what does this -- mean exactly?

(long pause)

...What?

(longer pause)

...Good God...

(back down at paperwork)

..Good God...

(shell-shocked pause)

No, the two of them attached, Agent's

Carruthers and Messner. I'd like to

notify them immedia--

Locke is cut off sharply, listens... as he does, he pulls

his personal Primo Sparazza file from a separate pile, flips

through, Finds a sheet, extracts it... it's a copy of the

paternity suit, brought against Sparazza in 1967. He reads...

LOCKE:

(still on phone)

Understood Sir... They won't be

contacted... I'm leaving now.

CUT TO:

EXT. TAHOE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- DAY

A learjet touches down. THE CAMERA TRACKS, FINDING: Dr.

Gill, at a payphone, the cacophonous racket of taxiing

aircraft forcing him to repeat every other sentence.

DR. GILL

I'm here, where's the car?

ISRAEL (O.C. OVER PHONE)

I sent Hugo, he should be there!

Gill looks around.

DR. GILL

Well I don't see him.

P.O.V. -- CAMERA PANS AROUND WITH HIM...

GILL:

Should I take a taxi or what?

ISRAEL (O.C. OVER PHONE)

No, wait there. He'll be there.

...AS WE FIND:

EXT. TAHOE INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT -- TARMAC -- SAME

A learjet unloading passengers -- The Swede steps down off

the plane, dressed as we last saw him, carrying the same

black leather valise. He's accompanied by two Sparazza thugs

who quickly escort him to an awaiting car.

The Swede looks over, sees Gill at the payphone... The two

seem to acknowledge one another as the Swede quickly climbs

into the car and closes the door --

CUT TO:

INT. PENTHOUSE SUITE -- DAY

A door opens -- revealing Vitoli the butler, aka Lazlo Soot,

standing behind it. He's with one of the SECURITY TEAM

MEMBERS; waxed mustache, polo-shirt, gut sucked in.

MUSTACHE:

Here he is.

Beanie, glaring at both of them.

BEANIE:

(to Mustache)

Why you always gotta be announcin'

this fool like he some mafuck'n

muckamuck!? What, 'cuz he got an

accent, y'goin' treat this cracker

like he don't be scrubbin' toilet

seats!? Nigga please!

(beat, to Vitoli/Soot)

Speakin' of scrubbin' -- where the

f*** you been? I know Hugo been pagin'

you like a mufucka --

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