XXX Page #8

XANDER:

Here we go again.

SLOVO:

You're here because your government

is putting pressure on my government.

This is an internal affair, a Czech

affair, that you are interfering

with. I will warn you once: Don't

sh*t in my lawn. Get whatever

information your government seeks

and get our.

XANDER:

First of all, you should kill whoever

sold you that suit. Two, I don't

wanna be here either, so just step

off. Three, if you had the authority

to shoot me you would've done it by

now, so just ease up on the machismo,

b*tch. Now that we've got that sorted

out, I'm gonna get some rest.

Xander lays down on the bed. Slovo stares, burning with

hatred. He heads to the door.

SLOVO:

Be ready in three hours.

Slovo exits. Ivans 1 & 2 stay, staring at Xander.

EXT. HALF-PIPE DISCO - NIGHT

A fancy, flashy disco with an extreme sports theme. A big

bouncer in a leather coat works the door. This is a highclass,

expensive joint but it still looks seedy and dangerous.

Xander and Slovo walk up to the place. Xander's wearing a

Tshirt that says "RON JEREMY: AMERICAN LEGEND" complete with

a photo of the Hedgehog.

INT. HALF-PIPE DISCO - NIGHT

A STRIPPER that looks like a runway model SLIDES across the

stage on SKATEBOARD KNEE-PADS while PATRONS cheer. The disco

is a combination STRIP-CLUB and CONCERT VENUE. All the

STRIPPERS are outfitted in HELMETS, ELBOW PADS, G-STRINGS

and BELLY SHIRTS.

There's a WARPED TOUR BAND playing on a STAGE. On either

side of the stage are two MINI-HALF PIPES that the GIRLS are

cutting back and forth on.

WEALTHY BUSINESSMEN sit in plush booths getting table dances

while the dance floor is packed with sexily dressed YOUNG

HIPSTERS.

Xander gets a beer from a BUXOM COCKTAIL WAITRESS on IN-LINE

SKATES.

XANDER:

Nice hops.

SLOVO:

The corner. Anarchy 99.

Slovo points them out in the far corner. They're surrounded

by straight faced BODYGUARDS.

What ANARCHY 99 is doing in their booth with the STRIPPERS

looks like Led Zeppelin on tour. Booze, broads, good times...

These guys are living like rock stars.

They're all here: Anders the biker, Viktor, Kirill. In the

middle sit Yorgi and Petra. Petra's wearing an "I AM EVIL"

Tshirt.

SLOVO:

See the one with the funny colored

hair? Crazy b*tch stabbed one of my

men in the knee-cap. There they are,

American. The low-rent millionaire

criminals. And you thought only your

country had white trash. American?

He looks around but Xander is gone. He heads for the exit,

pushing his way through the crowd. But then he spots him,

not by the door but deeper in the club.

SLOVO:

Oh no!

He sees Xander walk right up to the Anarchy 99 booth and

start talking to them.

SLOVO:

Jesus Christ!

Slovo can't hear a thing, but they're obviously interested

in what he has to say. Next thing he knows Xander is pointing

at him and waving him over.

SLOVO:

(horrified)

What the hell...?

Slovo makes his way through the crowd to the booth. Yorgi

looks him up and down.

XANDER:

That's the guy.

YORGI:

This pizda? Never seen him before.

XANDER:

(to Slovo)

Who you workin' for? What do you do

for a living, d*ckhead?

SLOVO:

Uh... I am... I work in insurance.

Xander grabs Slovo and starts searching him.

SLOVO:

(panicked whisper)

What the hell are you doing?

He slams Slovo up against the wall and pulls out Slovo's

police badge.

XANDER:

Look what we have here. Czech 5-0 on

the mack.

The Bodyguards pull out guns and Slovo rushes for the

emergency exit in a panic. In seconds he's out and gone.

YORGI:

Cops. Like a plague. No matter how

many you pay there's always another

with his hand out. How did you pick

him out?

XANDER:

He flashed his badge to half the bar

when he bought his drink.

YORGI:

I appreciate you bringing this to

our attention. Whatever you want,

the rest of the night, consider it

on the house.

Yorgi waves over some strippers.

XANDER:

Thanks, but I'm here on business. I

heard you're the G around here. I'm

looking for some cars, expensive

ones. A lot of them.

YORGI:

Sorry, man, don't know what you're

talking about.

XANDER:

I'm talking about the sports cars

that disappear off the docks in Genoa

and wind up here. If you don't know

about 'em, who does?

Yorgi nods and the Bodyguards step in front of Xander.

XANDER:

I guess I heard wrong.

Xander turns to leave.

That's when Anders notices the "X" tattoo on the back of

Xander's head. He gets excited and alerts Yorgi.

YORGI:

Xander Cage!

Xander turns. Suddenly their whole demeanor changes. All

five guys get up, awed, and push the Bodyguards out of the

way.

ANDERS:

The X man! We seen your bootleg

videos!

VIKTOR:

You sick! You sick crazy on a board,

on a bike! Everything!

YORGI:

This is insane, man. Xander Cage in

Prague. Come on, sit. Sit with us.

Yorgi signals for more drinks.

YORGI:

I remember that one where you jump

the motorcycle over the freeway at

rush hour.

XANDER:

When else are you gonna do it?

VIKTOR:

You almost died on that one.

XANDER:

Cops arrested me while I was still

in surgery. Did two months.

YORGI:

We seen all your sh*t! So you want

cars? We get whatever cars you need.

What are you looking for?

XANDER:

Ferrari's, Lamborghini's... high end

pasta rockets. Ten to start.

ANDERS:

Ten! No problem! We do that no

problem!

Petra elbows Anders.

PETRA:

Ten is hardly worth the effort. We're

talking a lousy million five U.S.

XANDER:

I have Japanese buyers who are looking

to move a fleet, if you have the

quality of merchandise they're after.

And it's a mil two, max.

Petra glances at Yorgi who nods.

PETRA:

Do you know what a wire transfer is?

XANDER:

Is she for real? Honey, maybe you

should quiet down and let the grownups

have a conversation.

PETRA:

My goodness, a word with four

syllables. I should get some ice

before your brain gets too hot.

XANDER:

Sure. Just chisel some off your heart.

PETRA:

(smiles)

So cute. He shows up for a battle of

wits with a mental butter knife.

Xander looks to Yorgi.

YORGI:

(laughing)

Don't look at me, X, she handles all

the details.

XANDER:

It'll work faster if I have an account

number.

Petra scrawls numbers on a cocktail napkin.

PETRA:

You'll have forty-eight hours to

complete the transfer. Don't waste

our time.

Xander snatches the napkin.

XANDER:

Wouldn't dream of it. I'm even gonna

throw in a few extra bucks to send

you to charm school.

Petra glares at him.

YORGI:

Alright, now that business is

finished, we party! B*tches, come!

We have a drink and toast the deal!

Yorgi claps and a flock of strippers descends on the booth.

Anarchy 99 lifts their glasses. Xander joins in the toast.

XANDER:

I believe I can hang with you fellas

for a while.

INT. UNDERGROUND HEADQUARTERS - HALLWAY - MORNING

We see the FEET of AGENT POLK sprinting down the hallway.

INT. ULTIMATE INFORMATION ROOM - MORNING

Agent Polk looks around, spots Gibbons. He rushes to him,

waving a COMMUNIQU�.

Gibbons grabs the communiqu�, reads it. He looks up, stunned.

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