Smokin' Aces Page #38

LOCKE:

Account for him.

CUT TO:

INT. STAIRWELL -- SAME

Messner, bounding up the steps, gun drawn, hears voices coming

down the stairs toward him -- stops, checks his weapon...

CUT TO:

INT. STAIRWELL -- SAME

Ivy and Sykes descending the stairs. He carries her like a

princess, sweeping her down landing after landing.

SIR IVY:

What's your name baby girl...

Sykes, somehow shy, sweet, gazing up at him.

SYKES:

...Georgia.

Ivy, big smile.

SIR IVY:

Georgia on my mind wit'yo fine ass.

You know you saved this black man.

SYKES:

You know I did baby...

(smiling, assessing)

And a deep, dark one at that. Now if

you ain't a dog, which you don't

look like --

SIR IVY:

-- never in a million girl --

SYKES:

-- good, then all you got to be is

grateful.

SIR IVY:

No doubt. That's my moms there, taught

me them skills.

SYKES:

You love her?

SIR IVY:

My mamma? C'mon shorty, y'gotta ask?

(beat, sees her wounds)

You hurtin' pretty bad?

SYKES:

(nodding)

Got hit twice.

SIR IVY:

It's going around ain't it? Mafuckas

catching bullets like the common

cold up in this b*tch.

(beat)

I think I accidentally shot and killed

my boy today.

SYKES:

Well, if it's any comfort, I's goin'

in to there to act a fool baby.

(taps her gun)

Straight rockin' heat and slayin'

niggas --

SIR IVY:

For real?

SYKES:

Mmm-hmm... and your boy very well

mighta been one of 'em.

SIR IVY:

True?

SYKES:

Like a mafucka.

SIR IVY:

That takes some of the sting out.

SYKES:

I probably woulda busted on you too...

and what a shame that woulda been.

SIR IVY:

I feel like I know you girl. I feel

like I've known you forever.

(beat, smiles)

You gonna lemme see your scars?

SYKES:

You do the right thing. Sit with me

while I heal, let it develop slow.

SIR IVY:

What were you doin' here anyway?

SYKES:

'Spose to kill this fool named Buddy

Israel.

This gets Ivy's biggest grin.

SYKES:

Damn baby girl, you makin' a nigga

fall hard now.

He reaches the seventeenth floor, rounds the corner, nearly

runs into Messner, has a gun thrust in his face.

MESSNER:

F.B.I. YOU'RE UNDER ARREST! PUT HER

DOWN, GET UP AGAINST THAT WALL!

Sykes recognizes him and in a blink has a gun under his chin.

SYKES:

Don't play out this string, 'cuz

it's real short I didn't do your man

downstairs. I found him that way.

Now whether or not you believe that

ain't the least bit important. We

either goin' work this out and live,

or stay doin' the sh*t we been doin'

and die. Now I got no beef with you,

or wit ya'll bureau... so you better

off jus' movin' on & lettin' us be.

Messner, eyes moving from Ivy to Sykes. Stalemate, no sense

pushing. He moves past them, hits the stairwell exit on

eighteen. Ivy and Sykes resume their trek down the stairs.

INT. HALLWAY -- PENTHOUSE FLOOR

Messner, bashing in from the stairwell. WHIP PAN OVER TO

REVEAL:
The Swede, still accompanied by the Sparazza goons,

arriving in the elevator at the same time.

CUT TO:

INT. ELEVATOR

Darwin, on his way down, rolling around on the floor of the

car, covering himself in congealed blood and bullet casings,

slicking back his hair, losing the security jacket, splashing

yet more blood on himself. Satisfied, he snatches Carruthers'

F.B.I. credentials up off the floor... and waits.

CUT TO:

INT. HORIZON HOTEL -- FOURTEENTH FLOOR -- SAME

The elevator arrives at the far end. A small asian man

carrying a stack of clean towels steps off and starts down

the hall -- sees Watters, sees the .45 trained on him --

does an abrupt about face and disappears back inside the

car.

Watters lowers the gun, wipes tears, the area around her is

littered with spent .50 caliber shells. The fourteenth floor

of the Nomad is now empty. Sirens wail in the distance.

Down below, Watters can see a bevy of law enforcement

personnel streaming toward the Horizon. She slowly takes the

Barrett off the ledge, begins breaking it down, glancing up

at the Penthouse of the Nomad as we...

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