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David Kandel Cycle #1 Rewrite
I/E. TRENT’S CAR – NIGHT
Robert and Trent drive down the highway at a high rate of speed. Trent is driving a Maserati Levante. Robert has a bag of mulch between his legs containing twenty pounds of cocaine.
ROBERT
This is a sweet ride, man. How’d you swing a Maserati?
TRENT
I’m good at what I do and I make a lot of coin doing it.
ROBERT
Do you know Benny Lumpkins?
TRENT
Yeah. He only deals weed, right? He’s a fucking light weight.
Robert laughs.
ROBERT
That’s funny. The Lump said the exact same thing about you.
TRENT
Fuck him. Call me when Lumpy drives a Maserati.
ROBERT
Did you know he likes watching his wife do other guys?
TRENT
He’s a pig.
Silence. After a few beats.
ROBERT
So what’s this worth on the street?
TRENT
Three to four mil.
ROBERT
So I’m holding four million bucks. How fucking cool is that? How much do I get for running this shit?
TRENT
Depends. Maybe five Gs.
ROBERT
I work a whole month for that and the fucking government takes half.
TRENT
If you do what you’re told, follow directions, and I mean to the letter, you can make damn good money doing this. Someday you could make as much as me.
ROBERT
That’s what I want.
Silence.
TRENT
You know you were ten minutes late.
ROBERT
I stopped to pee. Christ, give me a break.
TRENT
Don’t be late. Ever. It makes the big dogs nervous when you’re late. Nervous dogs bite. We’re dealing with dudes who will rip your legs off if you fuck up. Get it?
ROBERT
Yeah, OK, I get it.
Robert sulks for getting balled out. Silence.
ROBERT (CONT’D)
I’m sorry.
Silence.
TRENT
So did Mario hand the shit to you personally?
ROBERT
What?
TRENT
I told you to deal exclusively with Mario, didn’t I?
ROBERT
Yeah, but–
TRENT
What the fuck. Didn’t you follow my directions?
ROBERT
The other dude, Carlos, said Mario was out picking up a major shipment. He gave me the shit.
TRENT
Carlos? Who the fuck is Carlos? God damn it, Robert.
ROBERT
Shit! There’s a cop in the median. Fuck! Slow down!
The patrol car turns around through the median then peels out and starts the pursuit.
TRENT
Fuck! Is he coming? Keep your eye on him.
ROBERT
Yeah. Fuck. God damn it.
TRENT
Keep your eye on him. Hold on.
Trent floors it and passes in and out of light traffic going 100 mph.
Robert sees flashing red lights in the distance. He opens the car window ready to toss the cocaine.
TRENT (CONT’D)
What the fuck are you doing?
ROBERT
Ditching the evidence.
TRENT
Don’t! Hold on to that, stupid. We’re gonna outrun that bastard.
Trent almost rear-ends a truck. He swerves around it along the shoulder.
ROBERT
You’re gonna fucking kill us.
TRENT
Shut up. This is our exit.
Trent crosses four lanes of traffic to take the exit. He runs a red light, turns into a busy shopping mall parking lot, drives normally, finds a parking spot and turns off his lights.
The patrol car exits the highway, stops along the side of the road, and turns his flashing lights off. The patrolman has no idea where they went after they exited the freeway. The patrol car turns around and gets back on the freeway.
TRENT (CONT’D)
Don’t you ever try to bail on me like that. What were you thinking? If you’re serious about this shit, I don’t need a fucking chicken-shit panicking on me.
ROBERT
I’m sorry, OK? I’m new at this. I’m sorry.
TRENT
When we get there, be cool. Don’t say anything about the cop, OK? Don’t say anything about Carlos either. Just keep your mouth shut.
EXT. RAVELLI’S NURSERY – NIGHT
Trent parks his car next to numerous stacks of mulch bags. The Ravelli brothers, TONY, 34, RICO, 32, PAULIE, 30, and NICK, 28, stand by the mulch. They are big and mean.
TRENT
Stay in the car. Give me the shit. If this goes well, I’m gonna fix you up with Lexi. She’s the most expensive call girl in the city. You’re gonna like her. I promise.
Trent gets out of the car carrying the much bag filled with cocaine.
TRENT (CONT’D)
I have some mulch I want to return.
Trent hands Nick the cocaine. Nick takes out a switchblade and cuts a small hole in the bag and tastes the product.
Nick looks very disappointed. He takes another taste. Now Nick is really pissed.
NICK
This shit isn’t real. What are you trying to pull?
TRENT
What? This is good shit. We’re not trying to pull anything.
ROBERT
What’s going on? What’s wrong?
PAULIE
Shut up.
NICK
Taste it.
He offers some to Trent. He tastes it.
Nick, Paulie and Rico grab Trent and take him behind the stack of mulch bags.
Lots of shouting. It sounds like Trent is getting pounded.
TRENT (O.S.)
No! Don’t! Stop! I, I didn’t know!
EXT. BEHIND THE MULCH STACKS – NIGHT
Nick, Paulie, Rico are faking a fight with Trent. They punch the bags of much. It sounds brutal.
Rico takes out a vial of fake blood and squirts it all around Trent’s nose and mouth. Trent moans in pain. It’s all fake.
EXT. BY TRENT’S CAR – NIGHT
Tony pulls a long knife out of his pocket and puts it under Robert’s throat.
TONY
If you move, I’ll slit your throat.
Robert is immobilized.
Suddenly Trent runs around the corner all bloodied. He pulls a gun from his back pocket. Nick, Paulie and Rico come around the corner with knives in hand.
TRENT
Back off. We didn’t know the shit was fake. We’ll make it right!
Trent brandishes his weapon and gets into the car. Robert is stunned and frozen in place.
NICK
You better bring back some good shit tomorrow or you and your friend are gonna get cancelled.
TRENT
I’ll get with Mario tomorrow. We’ll make it right. C’mon Robert. We got work to do.
Trent starts the car and peels out.
NICK
That little fucker is a good actor.
RICO
Trent should get a fucking Academy Award. That’s the ninth mule he’s gotten us for free.
EXT. TRENT’S CAR – NIGHT
ROBERT (O.S.)
I’m sorry! Trent, I’m sorry I fucked up. God damn it I am so sorry!
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