Smokin' Aces Page #36

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INT. ELEVATOR CAR

Sykes, riding up, wounded, vulnerable, trying to reach the

control panel to stop the car. She keys her now useless IFB.

SYKES:

(into IFB)

Girl, I'm inside, I'm on my way up --

this elevator is going to the

Penthouse -- can you hear me --?

Baby, can you hear me --

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INT. HORIZON HOTEL -- TOP FLOOR -- SAME

-- Watters, panicked, pulling the Barrett up off its tri-

pod, hitting the hallway, double-timing to the stairwell...

She has no idea that she's lost radio contact with Watters.

WATTERS:

Sit tight if you can hear me Girl! I

can't do sh*t for you from here.

I'm moving down for a sightline!

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INT. PENTHOUSE HALLWAY -- SAME

Plaster and debris everywhere, sprinklers tripped, most of

Mustache's team shot, shredded or burnt to a crisp. Pieces

of building and bodies either waterlogged or fully ablaze.

Mustache and Darwin play duck and cover, exchanging fire.

Jeeves, out of grenades, sledgehammer swinging, crushing

wall studs, scattering remaining security team members.

Ivy, sheltered, having survived the opening salvos, gets

ahold of a gun from a chainsaw-shorn former security member;

Lester sees Ivy arming himself, blitzes him -- chainsaw

snarling, revved out, sending fantails of gristle and chipped

bone everywhere. Less than fifteen feet separate them.

Ivy fires, shots deflected off the blade's teeth, seconds

from getting gutted -- he adjusts his aim high, emptying the

gun into Lester's chest, bullets blazing haywire, blowing

out between Lester's shoulders, stopping a hard charge cold.

Lester, lopsided, bullet-dazed, drools blood... then dies.

Ivy dumps his clip, searches for another -- the chainsaw

falls, stalls.

Jeeves, hefting the sledgehammer like a hayseed John Henry,

looks over as his older brother's life come to an end. He

reacts badly.

JEEVES TREMOR:

LESTERRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!

Jeeves buries the sledge in a wall, takes up the chainsaw,

rips the pullcord, resumes the charge --

Ivy, finds a clip, slams it in the stock, points, pulls --

trigger-stick, hammer-jam. He falls to his back, scurrying

away, trouble finding traction, soles slipping -- he keeps

pulling the trigger. Jeeves straddles him from above, raises

the saw like a great wooden stake, about to bring it down --

-- BAM!

Ivy's automatic discharges. The round splits the saw's gas

tank, spritzing fuel, dousing Jeeves -- A beat before the

tank suddenly arcs, exploding, lighting Jeeves up like a

four-hundred pound bonfire, bouncing him off the walls; a

human Hindenberg, fully engulfed. He flails, burns, howls,

falls... molten fat melts off his body like lard butter...

Darwin, dismayed, both brothers down... He moves on Mustache,

dispatches him with detached efficiency, snapping his neck

clean. He then starts toward Ivy, who's trying desperately

to crawl out of there.

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INT. PENTHOUSE -- SAME

Hugo, crawling across the floor, knees dragging over his own

blood trail, trying to reach: Israel, on the ground, dying.

Soot's gun has jammed. He clears it efficiently, patiently

reloading the weapon as Doc Gill, in panic mode, performs

full chest compressions on Buddy as we --

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INT. HALLWAY -- FOURTEENTH FLOOR -- SAME

Messner, doing the same to Carruthers, trying to restart his

heart. Acosta, lays there silently, slowly bleeding out,

being tended to by a team of agents. In the b.g. Cops and

Feds gather near the window, searching for the assailant,

binoculars and rifle scopes strafing the Horizon hotel across

the way, concentrating at the open window near the top floor.

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INT. HORIZON HOTEL -- FOURTEENTH FLOOR HALLWAY -- SAME

WATTERS, running up the hallway, past alarmed maid service

and hotel staff. She reaches the lower floor window and raises

the scope to her eye, searching for Sykes --

WATTERS:

Girl, where are you -- talk to me...

how bad are you hit...

WATTERS POV:

She sees the Feds and Cops in the Nomad window across the

way. Smoke clears, her field of vision through the scope

expands, sharpens.

WATTERS:

Georgia goddamn baby, please talk to

me, please say somethin' so --

-- And that's when she spots the call girl, face obscured,

lying dead from a headshot in the hallway... her heart

sinks... and she assumes the worst: Sykes is dead.

WATTERS:

MOTHERFUCKERS!!

She flicks to full-auto and opens fire right through the

glass in front of her -- big gas-ejected shells pop from the

breach like bowling pins -- the gathered throng across the

way in the Nomad window seem to vaporize in a violent collage

of heat, blood and building chunks -- Watters bucks big sobs,

blasting away with the Barrett...

WATTERS:

M'SORRY BABY! I'M SO SORRY! I LOVED

YOU SO MUCH!

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