Smokin' Aces Page #35

One of the AGENTS, wounded, summons another elevator.

Messner, undeterred, advances on the elevator containing

Sykes and Carruthers.

CAMERA TRAVELING BACK

Sykes, Glock ready to rock, about to move. Acosta, pulling a

pistol from his ankle-rig, preparing to backshoot Sykes.

CAMERA ASCENDS BACK UP THROUGH SHAFT

Chaos. Carnage. Full blown bloodbath. Heavily-armed men on

an overkill override. Mustache and Co., waging close quarters

warfare with the Brothers Tremor. Bullets blaze, bodies drop,

everything burns --

CAMERA CONTINUES PAST SCENE TO:

Soot, shooting Hugo several times -- Hugo falling back,

confused by the abrupt pain, baffled by the appearance of

blood. Gill, overtop of Israel, trying to force feed him

nitro-glycerin tablets. Buddy goes into full cardiac arrest.

Disparate sounds collide now, swell to a great tumult -- an

incomprehensible crescendo of explosions and chainsaws and

gunshots and screams as we --

CUT TO BLACK:

...nothing... complete and utter silence...

SLOW FADE UP ON:

Primo Sparazza... sitting in that hospital bed... waiting.

FADE OUT:

SLOW FADE UP ON:

The Swede... sitting on a sofa in his suite with Sparazza's

men... waiting.

FADE OUT:

SLOW FADE UP ON:

Rupert Reed... drunk and despondent... by the phone...

waiting.

FADE OUT:

SLOW FADE UP ON:

Victor Padiche... hand-wringing... watching his phone...

waiting.

FADE OUT:

HARD CUT UP ON:

All of it happening at lightspeed. Watters, reloading,

watching as leaden contrails of gunsmoke pour from the

pulverized fourteenth floor. She resumes her assault.

CUT TO:

Messner, a few feet from the car containing Sykes. More sniper

fire rakes the hallway. Another elevator arrives, opens...

call girls inside. They snuck up somehow, past security...

The gunplay gets them spooked, scared -- they scramble from

the car -- cops and feds try to stuff them back inside the

elevator as rounds continue to rain down.

One of the girls catches a hard ricochet, wig leaping off

her head as a bounced bullet punches through her skull --

she crumbles, instant casualty. Messner hardly notices, moving

instead toward the other elevator car.

MESSNER:

THIS IS THE FBI! THROW YOUR WEAPON

OUT! SHOW ME YOUR HANDS!

SYKES:

(whispering into IFB)

Are these feds fake or for real girl!

Carruthers, pawing feebly at her, moaning -- trying to warn

her -- she shrugs him off.

WATTERS:

(yelling)

I DON'T KNOW!

SYKES:

Jus' keep doin' y'damage girl, keep

these mafuckas off my as--

BANG -- Sykes squeals, spins back, feels numbness spread

over her legs and lower trunk, knows she's been shot.

SYKES:

(panic, into her IFB)

We're out girl! I'm shot! I'M SHOT! --

ACOSTA fires again, bullet ripping through her studded

bustier, gouging kevlar, nicking ribcage -- embedding into

the IFB receiver on her hip, ruining it. Sykes falters --

tries to raise her gun --

Acosta raises his aim to her head, about to deliver the coup

de grace -- Messner appears now, sees Acosta, sights him

when --

BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!!

Acosta's chest explodes, he slumps, the gun sliding away --

Messner swings wide on the car to reveal:

Carruthers, smoking gun, trembling aim, exposed ankle

holster... empty. Sykes, kevlar burning, smashed round still

hot, she tries to pull her vest off, finds her newly paralyzed

arm uncooperative. Messner, advancing now, keeping an eye on

his partner as he moves toward the car.

MESSNER:

LADY, SHOW ME YOUR HANDS RIGHT NOW!

SYKES:

I NEED MY HANDS MOTHERF***ER! I'M

HIT! KILL ME OR LET ME BE!

Messner enters the elevator, rushes to the doomed Carruthers.

MESSNER:

How bad?

CARRUTHERS:

Mortal.

MESSNER:

No.

CARRUTHERS:

Yeah.

Messner takes his partner under the arms, lugging him into

the open hallway, stripping off his shirt. Carruthers severed

hand nearly falls away from the rest of his arm.

Acosta spits blood from the lungs -- his breathing now a bog

of pinched snorts and gurgles.

MESSNER:

(re:
Acosta, yelling

to the others)

SECURE THIS SUSPECT!

TWO FEDS enter to remove Acosta from the car -- he lets out

a guttural yelp as they hoist him -- real pain or playing

possum, impossible to tell... As his legs clear the elevator

doors, they slowly close on the wounded Sykes.

Messner, tries to prevent them from closing, can't -- gazes

up at the digital counter as the elevator continues its ascent

to the Penthouse level...

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