Smokin' Aces Page #4

A MONTAGE OF more photo-pos, Buddy Israel posing with mob

power brokers, playmakers... smiling all the way to the top.

LOCKE:

...Slowly amassing the loyalties of

Sparazza's top men...with plans of

toppling the throne.

CUT TO SCENE:

Buddy, late-night conspiratorial confab with Sparazza soldier.

CUT BACK TO SCENE:

LOCKE:

In doing so, he plunged the Carlotta

organization into a civil war,

splitting the family into dual

factions. Sparazza on one side, Israel

on the other. The infighting that

followed drew the interest of nearly

every major investigative body

operating under the canopy of the

federal government.

MONTAGE:

Stakeout teams snap photos -- plant bugs -- wire hidden

cameras.

LOCKE (V.O.)

Presently there are sixteen state

and federally funded agencies, running

concurrent criminal probes on select

members of the LCN... With Israel

being the primary target in virtually

every investigation.

CUT TO SCENE:

Israel sits with a group of FBI agents, discusses a deal.

MESSNER (V.O.)

A marked man gets wise and wants to

come in.

LOCKE (V.O.)

His testimony has the potential of

blowing the lid off what's left of

the La Cosa Nostra is this country.

That alone warrants total immunity

from prosecution and and a vanishing

act with Witness Protection.

Israel is walked out of the room as we CUT BACK TO:

INT. BRIEFING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS

MESSNER:

So the wiretaps we conducted on Serna

and Padiche, the mention of Israel's

heart?

LOCKE:

-- Your intel corroborates what we

already know. Sparazza's health is

in rapid decline and before his date

with destiny, it seems he wants one

last thing... The heart of his sworn

enemy. A recently opened, cash rich

escrow account has been traced back

to Sparazza. This and the mention of

this mysterious Swede makes the

million dollar contract on Israel

very real.

SYKES (V.O.)

How real...?

CUT TO:

INT. DINER -- NIGHT

Greasy spoon soul food joint, packed lunch counter. Meet

SHARICE WATTERS, 33 and GEORGIA SYKES, 24, Ebony stunners,

ghetto queens, street assassins. They are sitting with their

booking contact, LORENZO WYMAN, 41. He holds up a copy of a

bank telex, sliding it across the table.

WYMAN:

How 'bout six-figures for this fool?

How 'bout that love?

Watters takes the telex, gawks, shows the numbers to Sykes.

SYKES:

Bulllllshit...

WYMAN:

Naw baby, they heard about that Triad

hit, the work ya'll put in and they

recognize the skills. And this ain't

no tryout, tap-dance "show us your

sh*t" thing neither -- if ya'll want

this then I'mma go git it for 'ya.

Watters twirls her long braids, looks over at Sykes.

WATTERS:

So me and Sis here, 'cuz we got a

rep on a rise, we chipped some nails

on some niggas, they want us to drop

this mafiaoso so and so, magician,

whatever-the f*** he is.

WYMAN:

S'way it works girl. Ya'll done dirt,

ya'll peeled some serious caps.

Word travels.

SYKES:

And so I get this straight, we gotta

go in, bust on this punk and remove

the heart? Is that for real?

WYMAN:

No, no, no, y'gotta go in and get

him, pull'm out of wherever he at,

forget all that other sh*t, that's

just f'flavor. I'm still getting

lil' bits'a this-n-that from this

cat Padiche, the man contacting me...

Right now, what we got --

(nod to telex)

-- Is a number and a name... Buddy

Israel.

SYKES:

(to Loretta)

What else did Padiche say?

WYMAN:

He said that the sh*t could get hot,

could get heavy... I said good.

(beat, grins)

'Cuz I got two of the hottest,

heaviest b*tches alive.

MESSNER (V.O.)

Like who?

CUT BACK TO:

INT. BRIEFING ROOM -- DAY

The Feds continue their briefing.

LOCKE:

Like Pasquale Acosta, blood money

mercenary. His countrymen have dubbed

him the more dubious "El Estrago"

(beat)

The Plague.

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