Smokin' Aces Page #34

INT. ELEVATOR CAR -- SAME

Sykes, having heard the elevator arrive, leans against the

wall, gun up, listening --

INT. HALLWAY -- SAME

Messner, voice low, directing the tactical action.

MESSNER:

Two man cover formation, far end,

the elevator is open, possible

aggression inside, watch for fire --

INT. ELEVATOR CAR -- SAME

Sykes, hearing that last transmission simultaneously.

MESSNER'S VOICE

-- watch for fire...

She glances down at Carruthers, sees his IFB in his lap,

realizes that's where the voice is coming from. Plugs it

into her ear.

MESSNER'S VOICE

Stay low, breach on my mark...

Sykes, covering Carruthers' IFB, whispering into her own.

SYKES:

Shar... Fourteen, I'm pinched -- I

need some heavy sh*t, fire-from-

heaven... my count.

CUT TO:

INT. HORIZON HOTEL -- TOP FLOOR -- SAME

Watters, re-targeting, bringing the Barrett .50 to bear on

the lower floors, sighting down from the top, counting back

to fourteen, settling, locking off the tripod, gazing through

her scope... HEARTBEAT BUILDING STILL, becoming more erratic.

WATTERS POV:
Fourteenth floor, big glass windows, drawn

curtains... she nuzzles the eyepiece, finger slipping

delicately inside the trigger guard... waiting.

WATTERS (INTO IFB)

Bet.

CUT BACK TO:

INT. ELEVATOR CAR -- SAME

With Sykes attention diverted, Acosta begins slowly moving

his hand toward his pant leg, reaching for a hidden ankle-

holster as we --

CUT TO:

INT. PENTHOUSE HALLWAY -- SAME

-- Mustache and his men, hands going to their rigs, shoulder

and waist. A handcuffed Ivy watches with them as the elevator

doors open and a big plume of black smoke vacates the car,

eerily cast light burns blood red within, infernal, hellish.

Now, another pull engine leaps to life from inside the car,

this one gnarled and guttural, winding out... a chainsaw.

HEARTBEAT JACKHAMMERING NOW. Out of control.

The sound falls away, leaving only the runaway throb of the

beating heart as we --

CUT TO:

SLO-MO DOLLY IN:

Buddy Israel. Both hands going to his heart. Something

horribly wrong. He pitches forward, falling away from Soot's

pistol --

THE HEARTBEAT crescendos wildly, out-of-control...

CUT TO:

...A BELL-RANGER HELICOPTER, the heartbeat becoming the thwack

of rotor blades as it lifts off with Deputy Director Locke

and an FBI tactical team inside...

CUT TO:

MONTAGE:

...a kaleidoscope of scenarios about to be played out at the

exact same second... shared fates... Shakespearean fraught...

in this soundless realm the CAMERA TAKES US PAST THE

FOLLOWING:

HUGO -- Looking on in horror as Israel collapses.

DOC GILL -- Rushing to Buddy's aide.

SOOT -- Bringing the 9mm up, leveling it on Hugo.

CAMERA MOVES OUT INTO THE PENTHOUSE HALLWAY PAST:

MUSTACHE -- Sensing grave danger, his gun being drawn. His

men following suit.

IVY -- Pulling away from his captors, looking for cover.

DARWIN TREMOR -- Stepping from the elevator, strapped with a

sawed-off pump shotgun in one hand, a vintage elephant gun

in the other, looking for lives to end. LESTER TREMOR --

Chainsaw snarling, spewing oil, psycho smile spreading viral

across a pockmarked face.

JEEVES TREMOR -- Sledgehammer in a scabbard on his back,

holding WWII era German "Potato-Masher" grenades, gripped

like drumsticks, pins pulled. He hurls them.

CAMERA MOVES PAST THEM, DOWN ELEVATOR SHAFT TO:

SYKES -- Pulling extra clips from her handbag, securing them

under her garter belt, dumping her heels in favor of hose.

ACOSTA -- Pant leg lifted, moving panther-quiet, tortoise-

slow, unfastening the snap on his ankle-holster. CARRUTHERS --

Near death, eyes locked on Acosta, his mortal combatant,

trying desperately to reach his own ankle holster.

MESSNER -- Watching as his team moves into place around the

elevator. Checking his own piece, flicking off the safety.

CAMERA MOVES OUT THE WINDOW AND UP TO:

WATTERS -- In the Hotel window across the way, sniper-rifle

snug to her shoulder, eye on the scope, waiting for the word.

CAMERA MOVES THROUGH RIFLE SCOPE UP TO AND INSIDE EARPIECE

Inside the earpiece at 10000x normal magnification; micro-

sound condensers and circuits the size of skyscrapers. Then,

a voice makes the landscape tremble, like the trump of God:

SYKES:

Bring it.

THE CAMERA SUDDENLY REVERSES PATH

Back out of the earpiece, down through the scope, over the

barrel of the rifle... BOOM... A .50 caliber bullet is

birthed.

CAMERA TRAVELS BACK TO:

The fourteenth floor window of the Nomad detonates with

concussive ferocity -- creating a hailstorm of shattered

glass that sweeps the length of the hallway, engulfing cops

and feds whole.

CUT TO:

Another round tears in after it, exploding a gilded ceiling

stanchion, sparking off the rebar, tripping the sprinkler

system, dousing the corridor -- everybody runs for cover.

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