The Italian Job Page #12

VALET:

Are you hear for the Baxter party, sir?

EXT. OPORTO DRIVE -NIGHT

We see the three Minis pull tight U-turns and head back the

way they came.

INT. CHARLIE'S MINI (MOVING) -NIGHT

He slaps his hand against the steering wheel, fuming.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

CHARLIE:

Sh*t. Stella?

INT. STELLA'S MINI (MOVING) -INTERCUT

She already knows what he's going to say.

STELLA:

I know. I've got a date tonight.

CHARLIE:

You'll have to fake it. Laugh at his

jokes. You need him to ask you out

again.

CUT TO:

INT. AGO RESTAURANT -NIGHT

A posh restaurant. As OUR CAMERA FINDS Stella and Steve, she

is laughing at something he said, faking her way through the

date. They're sitting at an intimate table.

STELLA:

You really make laugh.

He takes the lie like the compliment she wants him to think

it is.

STEVE:

So here's what I have lined up for after

dinner. We'll go to Club Deep. The

Ferrari always gets me to the front of

the line. We'll do a little dancing...

STELLA:

Not tonight. I don't want to be out

late.

STEVE:

Why the curfew?

STELLA:

Let's just say I've made some wrong calls

in the past. I like to take things slow,

cautious. Next time. . .

STEVE:

I understand. You have nothing to worry

about. You can trust me.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

STELLA:

I trust everyone. It's the devil inside

them that I don't trust.

That saying strikes Steve.

STEVE:

That's an interesting saying.

STELLA:

What?

He looks at her closely, really closely.

STEVE:

There's only person I've ever heard say

that. Used to say it all the time.

This worries her. Because of course, she used to hear it

from her father.

STELLA:

Who was that?

Under the table, he grabs her by the wrist, squeezes it like

a vise.

STEVE:

A man named John Bridger. Where did you

pick up that phrase?

STELLA:

Ow. I don't remember. You're hurting

me.

STEVE:

John Bridger was a thief. And he had a

daughter. About your age. He told me

that she took over a safe and lock

company that he used as a front.

STELLA:

Let go of my wrist. What is wrong with

you? It's just a saying.

Steve's voice is calm, so at ease that watching them you'd

think this was pleasant dinner conversation.

STEVE:

No wonder I liked you right away. Just

like I liked your old man, right up until

the moment I shot him in the head.

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:
(2)

STEVE (CONT'D)

Now tell me who you're working with and

tell me the plan. Do it now or we'll go

for a ride and I'll break every bone in

your body.

Stella intentionally knocks over a glass of wine. It

shatters on the floor. An emergency signal...

Charlie, Half-Ear, Handsome Rob and Lyle appear around the

table.

Steve is shocked to see the men he left for dead three years

ago standing before him, very much alive.

They pull up chairs from another table, encircling him for a

tense and pointed talk.

CHARLIE:

Something wrong, Steve? You look like

you want to call Ghostbusters.

Half-Ear furtively slides the switchblade out of his boot.

HALF-EAR

She's coming with us. You got a problem

with that?

STEVE:

Fine by me. But it's you that has the

problem.

LYLE:

How do you figure?

STEVE:

You've just blown the one thing you had

going in your favor, the element of

surprise. And I was surprised.

(he laughs unpleasantly)

Jesus Christ when I saw all you guys come

out of the woodwork. For a minute I

thought maybe you were ghosts. But

you're screwed now.

(an arrogant sneer a Half-Ear)

Did you figure out how to take care of my

security guard? I'll hire five more.

(at Lyle)

You know how to bypass my alarm system?

I'll have a new one installed tomorrow.

(at Handsome Rob)

Does it tear you up inside seeing what

car I drive? I'll buy a matching one in

red.

(at Stella)

(MORE)

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:
(3)

STEVE (CONT'D)

(at Stella)

You think you can crack ray safe? You711

end up the same way as your dad.

(then to Charlie, all smiles)

Looks like Good Time Charlie's got the

blues.

CHARLIE:

You can wear that sh*t-eating grin on

your face, but I know under that Versace

shirt you're in a cold sweat. And you're

not going to sleep a minute tonight.

Cause you thought you'd gotten away with

it free and clear. You thought you'd

gotten rid of us. You're the one who's

screwed. Right to the wall.

STEVE:

Give it your best shot. I'll outsmart

you every step of the way. And this

time, I'll bury you myself.

CHARLIE:

(taking the challenge)

Get more guards. Change the alarm. Buy

a dozen Ferraris. We'll still be here.

. Sleep tight.

Charlie grabs a bread stick off the table and goes. The

others follow. CUT TO:

INT. STRIP CLUB -BACK ROOM — NIGHT

The door bursts open as the burly man we met earlier is

dragged inside at gunpoint. Five Ukrainians armed with MAC11

machine pistols storm the room where Skinny Pete works.

Mashkov walks behind the posse. He carries a duffel bag. He

takes in the sight of the fattest man he's ever seen.

MASHKOV:

(in accented English)

Do you know who I am?

SKINNY PETE:

You work for Danya.

MASHKOV:

Yes. And you are gonna be straight with

me and everything's gonna be okay. You

f*** with me, I will be ruthless.

SKINNY PETE:

I understand.

CONTINUEDONTINUED:

MASHKOV:

I don't want you to understand. I want

you to overstand.

SKINNY PETE:

Overstand... Okay.

MASHKOV:

Because if you don't overstand, I will

use this.

Mashkov nonchalantly opens the duffel bag and pulls out a

short-handled ax. Skinny Pete sees dried blood on the blade.

MASHKOV (CONT'D)

Someone was asking about gold bars with a

Balinese girl's face on them. I want the

name of this man.

CUT TO:

EXT. SHUTTER'S ON THE BEACH -MORNING

The sun shines over the ocean and the hotel.

INT. CHARLIE'S HOTEL ROOM

The crew is gathered. Lyle, monitoring digital surveillance

on his laptop, takes off his headphones.

LYLE:

Well we scared him alright. He's flying .

the coop. His security guard called

Brink's Armored Car Service to confirm a

5 p.m. pick up at his house, then JetClub

to confirm a MD11 Cargo plane departing

from the Imperial Terminal at LAX at 8

p.m.

CHARLIE:

Confirmed? How'd we miss the first

calls?

LYLE:

They must have been cellular. The cargo

plane is being chartered to Mexico City.

HANDSOME ROB:

Only place with worse smog and traffic

than L.A.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUEDONTINUED:

STELLA:

Once the charter's in the air, he could

change the flight path to anywhere. And

good-bye gold.

CHARLIE:

Not so fast. This is good news for us.

HANDSOME ROB:

Good news?

CHARLIE:

Sometimes when you're up to your ass in

alligators you forget that you started

off trying to drain the swamp.

HANDSOME ROB:

Meaning what the f***?

CHARLIE:

We've been trying to get to the gold in

the safe. Now the safe is corning to us.

We'll boost it in transit.

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