Smokin' Aces Page #5

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Death personified; sun-cooked skin, black hole eyes, tattoos

gouged out of prison boredom...This is PASQUALE ACOSTA.

LOCKE (V.O.)

American educated, fluent in over a

dozen languages, did journeyman's

work for CIA funded "G-2" and

"Archivo" death squads in Guatemala

and Chile... noted for his legendary

torture techniques.

CUT TO SCENE:

Acosta clips car battery cables to the eyelids of a dissident.

FLASH TO:
Acosta scorching an off-camera scrotum with a

blowtorch. FLASH TO: Acosta powering up a bore-drill as a

semi-nude man screams and pleads.

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LOCKE:

Sought for war crimes and human rights

violations in eighteen different

countries. When he was caught by the

SAS in Northern Ireland and

imprisoned, he chewed off his

fingertips to the bone before he

could be printed and ID'd by Interpol.

CUT TO SCENE:

Pasquale; prison cell filthy, feasting on his fingers.

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LOCKE:

On an extradition flight back to El

Salvador, he murdered a security

detachment and vanished.

MESSNER:

You think it's possible he could be

involved in the Israel hit?

LOCKE:

Possibly. Acosta is pure mercenary.

And a million dollar hit fee will

draw some huge flies. But forget

about Sparazza's money for a moment

and remember, there's no shortage of

those who want Israel killed and no

shortage of cash to do just that...

DUPREE (V.O.)

...Then I'm sure you've heard of

these guys... The Tremor brothers.

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INT. POOL HALL -- MORNING

Dupree chalks his cue, positions for a shot.

DUPREE:

No?

(off dull stares from

Deeks and Elmore)

Then you've both been living under

the same rock, 'cuz these cocksuckers

are infamous. Three brothers, same

skank mom, different deadbeat dads,

used for that suicide-kamikaze style

sh*t. You heard about that huge shoot-

out in Cleveland?

DEEKS:

Is that the club that got wiped out

a couple months back?

ELMORE:

What happened?

DUPREE:

The Teamsters had a reform measure

going to ballot that didn't sit too

well with the local syndicate. Night

of the polling, big black-tie to-do

downtown and the Tremor Brothers

crash the party. Literally.

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. DINNER CLUB -- NIGHT

THE TREMOR BROTHERS pilot a Dodge Barracuda right through

the front window with wrecking ball bravado. Bodies scatter

as the Tremors deploy from the car in full body kevlar, doing

doomsday on the club. One of them fires up a chainsaw, chewing

into the panicked crowd. Bodyguards blast back, but bullets

play like spitballs against the Tremor's body armor.

DUPREE (V.O.)

Donald McGarey, the local union rep,

is the mark. The Tremors go ripshit

riot on the whole club, seven people

dead, twenty-eight wounded. Just to

get to this one guy.

Shotguns roar -- blast spreads obliterate -- a shitstorm of

blood, spilled booze and busted glass --

DUPREE:

-- And they get it about as good as

they give it. In the melee, one of

the brothers catches blowback from a

jammed piece and is temporarily

blinded, the other takes bullets to

the lower back and can't walk. The

third gets popped in the neck and

passes out. McGarey gets out of the

club alive... and not much further...

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EXT. DINNER CLUB -- PARKING LOT -- NIGHT

The blind Tremor, walking wounded, piggybacking his brother

with the bum back, dragging the other by the scruff of his

neck, unconscious across the concrete. Police sirens squeal.

McGarey, the union guy, hairpiece hanging by a thread,

crawling toward his car. The piggyback Tremor brother reaches

into his blind brother's coat, grabs a revolver and unloads.

Long live the teamsters... Not tonight.

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INT. POOL HALL

Dupree chalks his cue.

DUPREE:

They're speed freaks, neo-nazi's.

Sworn to the swastika, supposedly

read and recite "Mein Kampf" like

Mother Goose... And these

motherfuckers can go megaton at the

drop of a hat.

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