Smokin' Aces Page #24

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Elevator doors open to reveal: The Tremor Brothers, vibrating

at varying speeds, pharmaceutical stares, simultaneously

sharp and dull. Georgia Sykes stares back, bad vibes trickle

up her back. She holds a moment. Doesn't board.

SYKES:

I'm going down.

Darwin looks her over, lecherous grin.

DARWIN TREMOR:

Bet'chu are.

He mimics a blowj*b, treating her like the hooker he thinks

she is. Sykes wants to shoot him in the face. Lester and

Jeeves oogle her as the doors begin to close.

Darwin smiles wide and lewd. Sykes kisses her middle finger.

SYKES:

...F*ggot-ass redneck...

Darwin's smile turns scowl as the elevator doors slide shut.

WATTERS:

What'd you say?

SYKES:

Not you. Some a**holes on the

elevator... are these b*tches on a

permanent smoke break or what? Why

the f*** they call'm "working girls."

Watters grabs her binoculars; sees the four prostitutes snub

cigarette butts and start to head inside.

WATTERS:

Alright, the ho train is exiting the

station. They're coming to you...

Sykes waits a beat, then reaches for the call button to signal

another car. WE FOLLOW HER FINGER to the "up" button and --

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A blackened fingertip, trembling, barely enough force behind

it to hold a delivery bell button down.

EXT. "LAKEY'S SOUVENIR SHOPPE" -- DAY

Hollis Elmore, hypothermia-ravaged, racked by seismic-like

seizures, body temperature terminally low. The delivery door

is flung open and A KID of about twelve stands there; cross-

eyed, coke-bottle eyeglasses, shirtless, wearing a rising-

sun head-wrap and karate Gee. He says nothing.

ELMORE:

(sputtering)

Hel-- I -- ambula-- pleeeeee --

-- Elmore collapses -- consciousness strains, snaps -- he

blacks out as his jaw collides with the concrete --

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-- As Dupree's bagged corpse is hefted onto a coroner's gurney

and wheeled into an awaiting ambulance. Deeks' body follows.

EXT. LAKESIDE -- DAY

The parking lot teems with local news trucks. Passerby's

crowd the police line. Messner is on his cellphone, incensed,

confused. A Sheriff's DEPUTY flanks him.

MESSNER:

No, no clarify. What is "an emergency

requisition of surrounding personnel?"

(beat, listens)

Within one-hundred mile radius,

understood -- Sacramento, Reno, Carson

City. So in less than an hour, we're

going to have anywhere from forty to

fifty odd field agents arriving,

without the slightest inkling as to

why they're here. Is that correct?

Am I misinterpreting that or --

(listens)

No, I'm not blaming any one person,

this is Bureau directive. But Agent

Carruthers is the SAC and he's out

of cell range at the moment, so I

can't contact him to --

(listens, frustrated)

Very well. I need to get Deputy

Director Locke on the phone as soon

as possible.

One of the Crime Scene Recovery TEAM MEMBERS approaches,

hands Messner a printout. A faxed, blown up rendering of a

Nevada Driver's license... We recognize the face.

MESSNER:

Who's this?

CS TEAM MEMBER:

Hollis Elmore, resident of Las Vegas,

formerly with the P.D. there. He's a

known associate of Dupree's.

The CS Team Member holds an evidence bag aloft.

CS TEAM MEMBER:

We found these washed up on shore.

Messner takes the bag, gawks, can't quite make out the

contents.

MESSNER:

What are these?

CS TEAM MEMBER:

Elmore's fingers. Whorls are in bad

shape from the frostbite, but we got

a good pull for latents, positive

ID.

(beat, nod to bag)

Those were shot off.

MESSNER:

Then we've got a third man missing.

-- Commotion close, Sheriff's task force members, hustling

past, hopping into cruisers, firing their sirens. A fifty-

something TASK FORCE CHIEF approaches Messner.

TASK FORCE CHIEF

We've recovered their car.

MESSNER:

What car?

TASK FORCE CHIEF

Dupree's rental. A Dodge Stratus --

Picked up yesterday at a commuter

airport in Reno, Nevada.

MESSNER:

(suddenly panicked)

-- Where's it at now?

TASK FORCE CHIEF

In the parking structure of the Nomad.

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INT. PARKING STRUCTURE -- NOMAD HOTEL -- SAME

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