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David Kandel — QE Cycle #1
I/E. ROBERT’S CAR – NIGHT
Robert and Trent drive down the highway at a high rate of speed. Trent is driving. Robert is holding two ten pound bags of cocaine on his lap.
ROBERT
So what’s twenty pounds of coke worth on the street?
TRENT
Several mil. Three to four.
ROBERT
Holy shit. I’m holding four million bucks in my hands. How fucking cool is that?
TRENT
Shit. Twenty pounds is feather weight, Robert. Look, we can make ten times that if we play our cards right.
ROBERT
Yeah? Hey, why don’t you slow down a little.
TRENT
Don’t worry about it. I told the guys we’d be there at nine. I don’t want to be late. It makes them nervous. Nervous people get suspicious. Suspicious people do stupid things.
ROBERT
How much are we gonna get for this?
TRENT
At least fifty grand. If they think it’s high quality shit, maybe sixty.
ROBERT
Twenty five grand each? Not bad for a night’s work. Shit, I work six month for that and the government takes half of it.
TRENT
Twenty five grand is chump change. Shit, I can go through that in two weeks.
ROBERT
Serious?
TRENT
Hell, yeah. High class broads. High class hotels. High class weed. All that shit costs a lot of coin, dude. But I’m worth it.
ROBERT
Cop! Fuck.
Their car passes a state highway patrol car hidden in the median. The patrol car has to turn around and go through the median which slows him up, but then peels out and starts the pursuit.
TRENT
Is he coming?
ROBERT
Yeah. Fuck. God damn it.
TRENT
Shut up. 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, fuck head.
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 next exit. He runs a red light, turns into a busy shopping mall parking lot, drives normally, and 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? 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 mean and big.
TRENT
Stay in the car. I’ll do the exchange. Give me the shit. This is payday, baby. You and me are gonna do the town tonight. I’m gonna get you the hottest broad money can buy. Would you like that, Robbie Boy?
ROBERT
Hot damn. More than you know. I haven’t had a piece of ass in two fucking months.
TRENT
You’re gonna get lucky tonight, my friend. I’m gonna fix you up with Lexi. She’s the most expensive call girl in the city. You’re gonna like her. That’s a promise.
Trent gets out of the car carrying the 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 do you mean? 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 face.
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 has a gun in his hands.
TRENT
If you touch me, I’ll blow your fucking heads off. I didn’t know the shit was fake. We didn’t know!
Nick, Paulie and Rico come around the corner with knives in hand.
TRENT (CONT’D)
Back off.
Trent brandishes is weapon and gets into the car. Robert is stunned and frozen in place.
NICK
Nobody fucks us over and lives.
TRENT
I didn’t know! C’mon Robert. Let’s get the hell out of here.
Trent starts the car and peels out.
NICK
That little fucker is a good actor.
RICO
Yeah. Trent should get a fucking Academy Award. We’ll square up with him next week.
PAULIE
So we pocket Robert’s share, right?
NICK
Yeah. Not bad for a night’s work.
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