Smokin' Aces Page #27

INT. NOMAD HOTEL -- UPPER FLOOR -- SAME

Georgia Sykes, concerned, finger to her ear, picking up

something off her IFB earpiece: Muted gunshots, static-

scrambled... it's the sound of Carruthers and Acosta, ending

one another's lives in the lift below...

SYKES:

Girl, you hear that!?

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INT. HORIZON HOTEL -- TOP FLOOR -- SAME

Watters sweeps the penthouse level with her rifle scope.

WATTERS:

Are you anywhere near the penthouse?

SYKES:

No, but that definitely sounds like

shots and I don't where it's comin'

from --

WATTERS:

-- It's your IFB, somebody else has

got an earpiece, you're picking up

their signal --

SYKES:

-- I thought we had secure frequency.

Aww girl, tell me this mafucka ain't

goin' off right now.

Watters hears something crackle over one of the scanners...

a transmission to Nomad security staff...

WATTERS:

...Oh, f*** these fools...

Sykes looks up to see the elevator has reached her floor.

SYKES:

What's wrong?

WATTERS:

Security's locking down the elevators.

Sykes looks at the elevator doors in front of her as we...

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INT. ELEVATOR CAR -- SAME

The Tremor Brothers, waiting arrival on the penthouse, armed

to the teeth, each one tethered with an array of pistols,

rifles, knives, hatchets, hacksaws; the tools of their trade;

to be implemented in the most godless manner imaginable.

Muzak drifts in over the speakers, when suddenly the car

lurches, cables catch, brake boxes shriek and the elevator

car comes to abrupt stop. The Brothers exchange looks as

power is cut and they are plunged into darkness... An

emergency recording sounds from the elevator's ceiling

speaker.

WOMAN'S VOICE

Please remain calm... Elevator service

has been temporarily suspended and

will resume momentarily...

The recording defaults into a maddening loop... then, the

sounds of someone unzipping a bag in the dark, hands moving

objects around, metal clanks off metal as the bag is rummaged.

A brilliant flash, hot white to iridescent red as a road

flare is struck, showering Darwin Tremor with a deluge of

sparks as he holds it aloft.

DARWIN TREMOR:

Les' get at it then.

Lester and Jeeves, effortless aplomb; the speed and dexterity

of a seasoned pit-crew. Lester pulls a torque wrench from

the bag, pops the panel bolts on the elevator's power box

and strips the electrical wiring in seconds --

Jeeves removes a gas-powered generator from their Mary Poppins-

like carry-all carpet bag. He primes the pump, yanks it to a

sputtering start and feeds the AC lead to his brother. Lester

takes it, locates the service override conduit and ties in.

Darwin admires this deft display of skill from his idiot

brethren. As the elevator's power cycles back on we...

CUT TO:

INT. BATHROOM -- DAY

Light switch flipped on, revealing the shrunken, shriveled,

fetal-like form that is Hollis Elmore being carried by MARGIE

TURLOCK, 63, part-time RN, full-time souvenir shop owner. A

substantial, tank of a woman, Margie manhandles Elmore,

dropping him into a lukewarm bath, brimming with grey water.

MARGIE:

Okay sweetie, now I'm a registered

nurse and this was my bath not a

half hour ago, so it ain't as hot as

it could be, but we're gonna get you

all toasty warm in no time --

(beat, to boy)

Warren, Warren -- go on an' get

grandma her hot blanket and her

heating bag, the one in there under

the sink in my bathroom.

Warren sniffs, licks lovingly on an ice cream sandwich, but

never bites it.

WARREN:

Slower Nana. Talk slooooooeerrrrr.

Margie indulges her grandson, no end.

MARGIE:

Okay Shug... Grandma needs you to go

in --

-- Warren begins to smile, a snarl of misshapen yellow teeth,

smeared with chocolate, bracketed by chrome-colored braces.

MARGIE:

Oh, you little foxy, trying to fool

your Nana! You heard me didn't you!?

(beat)

Now Boogie, Grandma needs her big

helper boy now, go on an' get those

things and grandma'll rub your feet!

WARREN:

My karate feet? My crazy Karate kick

feet!!

Warren puts the ice cream sandwich in his mouth and begins

hopping up and down, kicking, striking the wall with great,

disturbing ferocity. Margie cackles at this.

MARGIE:

You little angel-butt! Grandma'll

rub those feet forever!

Elmore, struggling against imminent death, watching this

display with increasing dread. He scans the sink basin --

sees it lined with anti-depressants; Ritalin, Thorazine, etc

Warren keeps throwing hard roundhouse kicks into the wall.

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