FADE IN:
EXT. CITY BANK - NIGHT
The bank is grand and quiet.  A neo-gothic masterpiece.  The streets are empty - no sign of life.   Eerie silence.  The CAMERA PANS all the way down to the street to catch a SPEEDING 1947 beige Cadillac convertible series 62, booking pass frame.
It barrels down the street, popping up and over the curb and onto the sidewalk.  The Cadillac waits at the mouth of a back alley next to the bank... suddenly the alarms go off.  Muffled WAILING from inside the bank.
The CAMERA BOOM BLAST pass the Cadillac - down the alley - around the corner - and stopping at the back entrance of the bank: 
BAM!  TWO MEN wearing leather jackets and black three-hole ski masks EXPLODE through the door.  They carry heavy-duty security bags filled with cash and Springfield M1911A1 pistols.  They RUSH down the alley.
Seconds later - a THIRD MAN wearing the same attire explodes through the door.  We are in a camera's eye view, right above the door.
The third robber whips his sawed-off Remington 870 shotgun right at the camera without looking.  KA-CHUNK!  BOOM!  Blows it to bits.
Suddenly, THREE BANK GUARDS explode through the main doors and down the steps.  Smith & Wesson 610s raised. The bank robbers FIRE - BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  Hollow point rounds strike the guards.  Dead instantly.  The two bank robbers jump into the Cadillac.
The third bank robber races to catch up with his buddies.  The Cadillac slowly moves on before the third robber jumps in and speeds away.
I/E. '47 CADILLAC - NIGHT
The boys keep their ski masks on.  Howling at the moon.
Bank robber #1
We're fuckin rich, motherfuckers!
The CAMERA DOLLIES past the howling bank robbers to the third bank robber, sitting quietly in the back seat.  Looks a bit jittery, not too nervous, doing something in his coat pocket.  His eyes shift from one bank robber to the other.
Cut to coat pocket:
EX-CU:
His black gloved finger fumbles around the cell phone's keypad.  Sending a TEXT message to someone.  The TEXT reads: "1321 Holdenfield apartments 203."  He closes the cell phone.
CuT TO:
InT. HOLDENFIELD APARTMENTS - RM 203 - nIGHT
We're at mid-scene.  The bank robbers and the getaway driver have removed their masks, counting the money, guns resting on the bed with stacks of counted cash.  
CU:
The cash is crispy clean green.  Being handled with by 2 white hands and 1 black hand (the driver).
All but one has removed their mask - the third bank robber keeps his mask on, sits in a chair across the room in an alcove.
BANK ROBBER #1
Eh, man, whatca doing over there?  Take off your mask, help us count this money.
Bank robber #3
Nah, man.  I like having this on.  Sides, you guys are doing a damn good job without me.
GETAWAY DRIVER
Whatever, motherfuckca.
Bank robber #3 looks from the guys to the open window.
The CAMERA DOLLIES pass the counters - bank robber #3 - then exits out the window to find:
TWO 1955 Ford Police cars arriving.  No wailing sirens or flashy lights.  The boys in blue silently flush in through the back entrance.
The CAMERA DOLLIES back into the room with the same sequence.  Bank robber #3 - the counters - then pans to the door - through the rusted keyhole - down the hall to find:
FOUR MEN in police uniforms with Glock 23s, quietly making their way down the dimly light hallway.  They hug the walls, positioned on either side of the door.  COP #1 nods to his men.  Suddenly:
CUT BACK TO:
INT. HOLDENFIELD APARTMENTS - RM 203 - NIGHT
BAM!!! The door EXPLODES open.  The party crashers.
COP#1
NO BODY FUCKIN MOVE!!
CoP#2
DROP YOUR FUCKIN WEAPONS!
COP#3
NOW!  DO IT NOW FUCK-HEADS!
COP#4
EAT THE FUCKIN FLOOR, YOU FUCKS!
The bank robbers' hearts are beating fast and hard.  Ready to EXPLODE through their chests.  They slowly get down on their hands and knees.  Glocks trained on their heads.
Bank robber #3 places his hands on his head.
DISSOLVE TO:
A NEWSPAPER on a BLACK FRAME.  There are at least four articles: Internal Affairs investigate links between Yakuza and Police.  Officer Paul Conway was killed in a car bombing.  Ambulance drivers threaten industrial dispute.  Joey Devito: "I'm a Nightclub owner, not a pimp."  But the one that really catches our eyes: Court finds armed robbers guilty by unanimous verdict.  
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. city jail - cell row - nIGHT
We stay on bank robber #3 with his back turned to us as he walks down the cell row in an orange jump-suite.  Three tiers to a side, concrete and steel, gray and imposing.  
The sounds of steel doors shutting and opening with an enormous CLANG of echoes throughout the cell row.
Match dissolve to:
Same person, same angle, different clothes.  Walking down the same cell row.  Hearing the same audio sound.
SUPER: 2 years later...
Bank robber #3 stops in front of the ADMISSIONS DESK with a large heavy GUARD behind it.
Admissions guard
You didn't have anything when you came in here, kid.  So you're gonna leave here with nothing but knowing that two years of your life have been wasted.
(pauses)
Go on.
Bank robber #3 walks pass the admissions guard.  Moments later the admissions guard looks back to bank robber #3 and says:
ADMISSIONS GUARD (CONT'D)
Hey, kid.  What're you gonna do when you walk out that gate?
BANK ROBBER #3
(without turning back)
I'm gonna get me a nice piece of ass.
DISSOLVE TO:
BLACK FRAME:
A saxophone plays over the SOUNDTRACK.  Smooth and sexy.
EXT. THE CITY - NIGHT
The night is hot as hell; the sky a purple orange haze of light pollution and remaining neutrality in its appearance.  Sometimes, you can't tell the difference.  It is a city with no name, but littered with gang-bangers, drug dealers, hookers, corrupt cops, and everything in-between you could think of.  It's one of the worst places in the world to live in.  
Alleyways and gaps are scattered in-between run down buildings that no one bothered to repair.
The city has been described as one suffering from crime and corruption, with the presence of organized crime, feuding street gangs, petty criminals, and rampant misconduct among city officials and law enforcement.
EXT. crazy EIGHTS hotel - NIGHT
Bank robber #3 leans out the window of one of many trashy eight story hotels in the Red Light District.  A ROARING Police HELICOPTER passes by with its searchlight washing over the hotel.
Cut to bank robber #3
TOMMY FRAZETTA, (late 30's).  A low-level street thug/hitman for hire.  His face looks rugged, accented with some stubble of facial hair, no shirt, baggy denim jeans held up with a black belt.  A double-edge razor blade necklace hangs loosely between his chests.
He's a tall man, mightily shouldered and deep of chest, with a massive corded neck and heavily muscled limbs.  He belongs to no crew, crime family, or gang.
The skull white glow of the full moon exposes his ripped muscular physic and the tattoos that are stamped on him like a career criminal.
He takes in the fainted police sirens that wreck havoc on the city streets.  Feeling the cool breeze mixed with the Indian summer air against his skin.
Tommy pulls himself back into the room.  
INT. crAZY EIGHTS HOTEL - room 205 - nIGHT
Tommy walks to the center of the room while pulling out a pack of "Ace of Spade" cigarettes.  He fires one up and takes a drag.  Tommy's personal code of honor dictates the repayment of debts and a sort of chivalry towards women.
But tonight was his lucky night.  He turns his head to one of the many things that can put a smile on a man's face:
A BEAUTIFUL NAKED WOMAN IN BED.  A dame.  SOFIA ROMERO, (mid 30's), Latin, incredibly sexy, smoking hot, a true goddess.  A hooker.  She crawls to the foot of the bed on her knees, covering her voluptuous breast with the white sheets.  Tommy meets her halfway.
Sofia reaches for the cigarette from the corner of Tommy's mouth, and takes a drag.  Their eyes lock in place.  It's a sweet and romantic moment.  It last maybe five seconds when...
SERGIO LEONE CU: 
BAM!  The door EXPLODES OPEN.  The saxophone is cut off.  The party crashers.  What a drag.  TWO GOOMBAHS in black suits and trench coats with Mossberg 590 compact shotguns barge in.  KA-CHUNK! for emphasis.
Tommy quickly grabs Sofia, and dives to the floor.  Just as the 12-gauge slugs rip through the bed.  QUICKER THAN THE SPEED OF THOUGHT, Tommy draws out a gun from under the pillows: 
We do another SERGIO LEON CU: a Smith & Wesson model 19-5 .357 magnum with a 2.5" barrel and Ahrends (re-shaped & refinished) grips.  He leaps out of hiding.  BANG! BANG! THWOP!  Blood and brain matter splatters the threshold and hallway.
The smoke from Tommy's gun forms a small cloud.  Sofia pants, eyes wide.  It went down so damn fast its fucking mind boggling.
Tommy is calm, cool as ice.
Tommy
Get dress, baby.
Sofia MAD DASHES for her pile of clothes.  Speaking Spanish to herself.  Tommy leaps over the bed for his.
Sofia gathers her shit and heads to the bathroom.
SERIES OF SHOTS - INTERCUT WITH DRESS SCENES
Sofia throws her clothes into the sink... 
Tommy pulls his white beater onto his large upper body...
He then snags a floral long sleeved dress shirt.
Sofia slips on a black Microfiber long sleeve dress with cut outs and rhinestone strands detail.  Then dons a black leather coat.
Tommy leaves his shirt unbutton.  He grabs a vanilla cream leather blazer.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Eh, you ready?!
Sofia
Yeah!
Tommy tucks his Smith & Wesson in the back of his pants.  He walks over to the dead wops and searches them.  Seconds later... Sofia exits the bathroom, staggering while putting her last black high heel pumps.
SOFIA (CONT'D)
What're you doing?
TOMMY
I'm gonna need some cash.
Tommy pulls out a wad of bills.  He stands up, takes Sofia by the hand, and leaves the room.
INT. cRAZY EIGHTS HOTEL - lobby - nIGHT
The two desperados dash to the bottom of the stairs and into the hotel lobby.  Tommy stops dead in his tracks. Outside of the hotel is another ITALIAN THUG, leaning up against a 1942 Commodore 8 convertible.
EXT. cRAZY EIGHTS HOTEL - nIGHT
The thug lights up a smoke, takes a long drag.  He turns away from the building.
INT. crAZY EIGHTS HOTEL - LOBBY - nIGHT
Tommy slowly crepes down the lobby with panther like movement.
CUT TO:
EXT. cRAZY EIGHTS HOTEL - nIGHT
Just as the thug turns around... KKAAAASSHH!  Tommy EXPLODES through the door in a cascade of shattered glass.  A brutal blitz attack.  Tommy shoulder tackles the thug into the car, denting the door badly, and spider web cracking the glass.
SERGIO LEONE CU:
Tommy grabs the thug by his coat and RAMS his head into the passenger side window.  SKAK!  The top of his head drizzles with blood and glass shards.  
Sofia can only stand by and let Tommy do his thing.
He pulls him back out, pressing his back against the car. Blood runs down his face from a huge cut in his head.
TOMMY
Your friends upstairs are on their way to goombah fuckin heaven.  Now if you don't wanna know what hot lead taste like - then spell it - who sent you?
He stays quiet.  Not a word.
Tommy grabs hold of the thug's finger, bends it backwards till the bone snaps in two.  The thug breaks out in tears and yells out in pain; Tommy violently sends his head forward pulverizing the thug's nose that gushes out blood.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
I don't hear you giving me any fuckin names.  So I guess I gotta beat it outta you before you start singin' like a bird.
"GHAAAOoo!"  Tommy serves multiple left and right hooks to the thug's stomach, rib-cage, and jaw.  He spits out a spoon of blood and two of his teeth.
ThuG
Okay, it -- it was Frankie Cuneo, who passed me the order.
ToMMY
Where can I find him?
ITALIAN THUG
He... he runs the tables over at the Royal Casino on Lexington.
ToMMY
(smiling)
Thanks.
Tommy swiftly throws the thug to the sidewalk, whips out his gat - BANG! THWOP!  Splatters his brains all over the sidewalk.
He holsters his gun.  Hustles over to the dead thug, frisking him.
SOFIA
You said you weren't gonna kill him, papi.
ToMMY
I lied.
Bingo!  He pulls an even bigger wad of cash.  Along with a pair keys to go with the car.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
Let's ride.

CUT TO:
GUNSHOT TITLE:
SMOKIN' GUNS
Slugs RIP through the title till there's nothing left but blood splattering and smokin' bullet holes, and the sounds of shell casings echoing throughout the blackness.
ROLL OPENING CREDITS:
A raunchy rock and roll tune plays as our OPENING CREDIT SONG.
The Ace of Hearts, spinning through mid-air, SLOW MOTION, end over end.  Bullets blast BIG sizzling holes through it.  CUs and EX-CUs of guns, bullets, and shell casings. Blood splattering across money.  Female silhouette dancers.  James Bond style.  Some are sex silhouettes.
FADE IN:
EXT. THE CITY - NIGHT
The city is divided into three areas, or "boroughs", which in turn are separated into districts and neighborhoods.
The Projects, the run-down and poor side of the city, is a tangle of high-rise apartments where crime runs rampant.   Its inhabitants have apparently evolved their own independent society with almost no legal contact with the outside world.
The Docks, a collection of wharfs and warehouses that is local to the Projects.
Powhatan Oaks is characterized as being heavily wooded.  A major river runs through the city, which has an extensive waterfront.  Usually twice a year, a major downpour comes, and the city gets heavy snowfall in the winter.
While the boroughs are different from one another, each borough houses one hospital, one police station and one fire station, with the former two serving as local fronts for crime lords.  
The city has a surreal, pan-American feel.  Desert lizards and palm trees are common, while tar pits, desert areas, mountain ranges and flat farmland make up the landscape around the city.
Below, the forest of buildings that give way to the ever winding strip of road.  On it, the tiny red toy that is the '42 Commodore 8.  Surfing along the black street.
I/E. '42 commodore - overhead shot - nIGHT
The cherry red Commodore travels along on the city streets with the rag-top down.
The CAMERA DROPS down from overhead and faces them.  Tommy stays cool and sharp; Sofia's long dark hair whips in the wind.  A PROCESS SHOT PLAYS behind them.
SOFIA
What the fuck just happened back there?  Who the fuck were those pendejos?
TOMMY
I dunno, baby.  But it was fuckin amateur for those assholes. 
SOFIA
You mind telling me who the fuck wants you dead?
TOMMY
I dunno who lit the fuse.  But I think it could've been the shit-heads who hired me two years ago for a job.
SOFIA
What was the job?
TOMMY
These two cocksuckers came to me and offered me $200,000 to fuckin whack someone fuckin prick.  Something about a cinch they wanted rubbed out.  So I said, yeah, sure why the fuck not.
SOFIA
Didn't you ask what the guy did or why?
TOMMY
Nope.
Sofia
So what happened?
TOMMY
Well... when the time came, I hadda clear shot; but the fuckin prick moved and I shot the person next to him.
SOFIA
Jesus fuckin Christ.
TOMMY
I knew I fucked up.  Two days after that I hooked up with some chumps who were fixing to jack-up a fuckin bank.  Knowing full well I was gonna get busted and spend at least two years in the fuckin clink.  I thought by now they would've forgotten about the whole thing.  I guess not.
SOFIA
So who were the people that hired you?
TOMMY
I dunno.  They were working for someone.  And I'm gonna find out.
The Commodore speeds away.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. down the street from the royal casino - nIGHT
Bright provocative neon lights of female silhouette sliding up and down a pole, along with fiery dices, cards, and chips.  A LONG LINE of people waiting to get in.  Seconds later...
The Commodore drives into FRAME.  Both Tommy and Sofia eye the exclusive and bumpin' nightclub/casino.
Tommy turns off the engine.  They notice a VERY LARGE BLACK DOORMAN standing in their way.
sofia
Just how in the hell are you gonna get past that Jungle bunny?
Tommy turns and gives Sofia a straight face.
EXT. street/sidewalk - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia stride across the wet asphalt, and onto the sidewalk, moving towards the doorman.
EXT. ROYAL CASINO - nIGHT
The neon sigh above the door is brightly lit.  Customers arrive and go in through the front door.  From inside we hear sounds of MUSIC and LAUGHTER.
Again we isolate on the neon sign.
INSERT SIGN: "Royal Casino".
We PAN DOWN to the DOORMAN.
The doorman turns around.  Spotting Tommy and Sofia.
Doorman
The fuck do you think you're doing cracka?!
WABAM! WABAM! WABAM!  A series of brutal soccer goal kicks to the doorman's balls, over and over...
Tommy stops.  The doorman drops to his knees, holding his damaged jewels.  But Tommy isn't far from finished.  KRACK!  Tommy knee-butts the doorman's face.  Blood sprouts out from his nose and mouth.  He drops to the sidewalk.
They enter.
INT. rOYAL CASINO - nIGHT
The most popular and highly illegal gambling casino in the entire city.
Blackjack, craps, topless dancers grinding their crotches against poles, lap dancers getting paid.  Hot topless waitresses.  Busty and flat-chested Catholic schoolgirls dishing out drinks to corrupt city officials.
Tommy and Sofia step into the pits.  They pause.  The roughneck fighter scans the casino:
TOMMY'S POV: 
Guards, waitresses, gamblers, slot machines... He spots a door in the back that reads: "STAY THE FUCK OUT".
They head to the door.  Moving through the crowded card players, pushing and shoving.  Suddenly, A BIG WHITE GUARD charges after Tommy dead-on. 
Tommy lifts him, and SLAMS HIM THROUGH A TABLE!  BAM! Spine-buster!  Chips, cards and drinks take airborne.
INT. roYAL CASINO - back office - nIGHT
We cut to a SHOT of a WOMAN'S ass.  Right in our faces.  Wears a black thong to cover her naughty area.  The CAMERA PANS UP --
FRANKIE CUNEO, (late 30's).  Sits behind his wooden desk, getting his dick sucked by one of his female workers from under the desk.  Her sounds of moaning are muffled by his cock.
Frankie
(feeling relaxed)
Oh, you have a great future here, kiddo.
Female worker (O.S.)
(muffled)
Mhmmm.
It last about five seconds, when..... 
BAM!  The door is KICKED OPEN!  Tommy and Sofia stand in the doorway.  Frankie's eyes EXPLODE WIDE OPEN.
FRANKIE
WHAT THE FUCK!
Frankie behind the desk; we do a quick Shaw-Brothers-style zoom into his eyes.
Tommy barges in, grabs Frankie by his jacket, and pulls him out from the desk.  His girl comes out from under, wiping her mouth.  Tommy SLAMS Frankie against the wall, knocking down picture frames.
TOMMY
Frankie Cuneo, just the motherfucker I wanna see!
FRANKIE
Hey, Tommy.  What's happening, man?
TOMMY
Now I've been told that you're a man of some fuckin knowledge.  Couple of your goons spilled the beans bout you.  Now they're six feet under.
FRANKIE
Eh, man, I don't know who wants you fuckin dead, alright.  You gotta go talk to Joey "Two Toes".  He came by here couple of days ago, drops off a $20,000 and a picture of you.  He owns the Kinky Cola on 24th and Maine.
Sofia turns around; TWO OFF DUTY COPS are running towards them.
sofia
We gotta go, papi.
Tommy knees Frankie in the balls, and thrust his ass onto the desk.  He turns to the girl.
TOMMY
Get a new profession, kid.
INT. rOYAL CASINO - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia try to play it cool by blending in with the gambling crowd.  But it doesn't fly.  The off-duty cops draw out their 9mm Berettas.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  Everyone scatters. 
Tommy and Sofia duck the gunshots while running.  Tommy whips out his Smith & Wesson.  BANG! BANG! BANG!  He drills one cop.  Blood flies.  His revolver clicks empty.  Tommy and Sofia dash to the doors.
The remaining off-duty cop fires off a few more rounds. Slugs missing Tommy and Sofia, drilling innocent people.  They reach the front door.
EXT. roYAL CASINO - nIGHT
The doors burst open.  They rocket pass the long line of people.  Racing to the Commodore.
EXT. dark alley - nIGHT
A DARK FIGURE on what seems to be a motorcycle stays in the shadows.  Watching Tommy and Sofia racing across the street.
EXT. '42 commodore - nIGHT
Tommy jumps into the front seat, Sofia slides across the hood, Dukes of Hazzard style.  She climbs in; Tommy starts her up, and burns rubber.  VA-ROOOOOM!
I/E. '42 commodore - nIGHT
The Commodore cruises down the lonely city streets.  The wind continues to whip Sofia's hair as Tommy pushes 45 mph.
TOMMY
I should've fuckin known that fuckin guinea cocksucker had something to do with this goddamn bullshit.
SOFIA
I know Joey "Two Toes".  That schmuck.  I used to work for him.  About a year ago.  In the club and all.
Tommy is a little surprise.  He knew that she was a hooker, but not a stripper.
TOMMY
Was it hard working for him?  You know, having a fuckin prick like him telling you what to fuckin do.
SOFIA
(a beat)
I got through it.  He runs a circuit of prostitution.  A few girls would dance in the club, while some girls pull tricks.
TOMMY
How'd you get outta of it?
SOFIA
I paid off my debt.
A beat.
CU - SIDE SHOT:
Sofia.
sofia (CONT'D)
That fucking guinea pendejo deserves to die.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. KINKY COLA STRIP CLUB - nIGHT
Tokyo town.  A black edifice, no windows, no doorman.  Neon lights glowing in the hot night air.
WHIP PAN TO:
Tommy's Commodore is parked a few blocks away from the strip club.
I/E. '42 commodore - nIGHT
Tommy kills the engine, studying the Kinky Cola strip club.
Tommy pulls out his Smith & Wesson.  Snaps open the cylinder.  The shells slide out and jingle against the wet pavement.  He hands it to Sofia.
TOMMY
Here take this.
sofia
It's not even loaded.
TOMMY
Yeah, but they don't know that.
(turns to club then to Sofia)
You sure you wanna do this?
Sofia
More than fuckin ever, papi.
Tommy and Sofia climb out and starts across the street.
EXT. KINKY COLA strip club - nIGHT
The 'Kinky Cola' is an all-hours strip club cum casino catering exclusively to Mobster clientele.  Black lights and black light paint, the air thick with cigarette smoke, deafening MUSIC.
STRIPPERS writhe in the circular "pit" tables surrounded by HOWLING grab-ass men.  But that's nothing compared to - 
The MAIN ATTRACTION, who is doing a bump and grind down the runway, shakes a body worthy of a schoolboy's wet dream.  She wears a leather S&M face mask, 6 inch fuck me high heels, and a pair of sheer panties to hide her modesty.
The CAMERA PANS TO -
Tommy and Sofia, standing by the entrance.  Tommy scans the room.
ToMMY
Knowing "Two Toes" there's gotta be a gun around here.  Where's the closest one?
sofia
There's a shotgun behind the bar.
Tommy sees the bar, flanking Sofia's right.
ToMMY
Let's get a drink.
Tommy puts his arm around Sofia's waist and escorts her to the bar.
They approach the bar and sit.  The BARTENDER approaches them.
Bartender
What can I getcha?
ToMMY
Two Gin and Tonics.
BaRTENDER
Lemon or lime?
ToMMY
Lime.
The bartender gets everything out.  Making the drinks for the customers.
Tommy looks over to a set of stairs guarded by TWO THUGS.  He turns back to the bartender.  Suddenly... Tommy grabs the bartender by the back of his head and SLAMS his face hard on the bar.  CHUDD!
His body drops to the floor, Tommy quickly reaches behind the bar, searching for a shotgun.  Jackpot!  He brings out a Coachgun sawed-off double barrel.
Tommy and Sofia swiftly walk to the set of stairs.  Playing it cool.  Sawed-off by his side.  Sofia pulls out the Smith & Wesson.  Ready.
The two thugs start coming towards Tommy and Sofia. Pushing pass the customers and female workers.
Sofia aims the empty Smith & Wesson at the thugs who stop instantly.  Tommy BUTT-WHACKS one thug in the face, blood shoots from his moth.  Tommy BUTT-WHACKS the other thug in the stomach.  Both down for the count.
Tommy and Sofia walk up the stairs.
INT. KINKY COLA STRIP CLUB - upstairs office - nIGHT
JOEY "TWO TOES" DEVITO.  Sits behind a desk snorting a line of cocaine.  A LARGE see through window looks over the strip club.  The window is sealed so the NOISE we hear is MUFFLED but it is definitely the SOUND OF DISORDER.
JOEY'S POV: 
The cocaine is so close, we can even snort it.  Joey looks up.  Tommy and Sofia are there.  Tommy sits in the chair, Sofia at his side.  Sawed-off aimed at Joey.
BACK TO SCENE
JOEY
Well....
(wiping the powder off his nose)
...Tommy.
(looks to Sofia; dazed)
Sofia...?  What the fuck are you doing with this fuckin hoodlum?
SOFIA
None of your fuckin business, you wop.
ToMMY
(snaps his fingers)
Hey... hey, asshole.  What the fuck do you know about this hit on me?
JOEY
(still dazing)
Only that the Sparazza and Borrelli family have hired a specialist to put you in the fuckin ground.  They're still pissed off about the fuck-up you did.
Joey continues to feel the effects from the cocaine.  He is totally stoned.
JOEY (CONT'D)
(still dazing; smiling to Sofia)
So... you left my fuckin joint to pull tricks for yourself, huh?  Fuckin spic whore.
Sofia grabs the sawed-off.  Aims - BOOM!!  Blood EXPLODES from his body and covers everything.  HIT SMACK DAB in the chest, and PROPELLED THROUGH the AIR BACKWARDS into the glass window.
Tommy snatches the sawed-off from Sofia's hands.  Eyes widen in anger.  Filled with white hot rage.  He could easily punch her.  But, that's not him.  He holds back.
She escapes his pissed off eyes and walks behind the desk.  Opens the top drawer.  Inside is a fat wad of cash, 80 grams of crack cocaine, and a silver Smith & Wesson model 3913 Ladysmith.  She grabs the gun and the roll of cash.
INT. kinky cola STRIP CLUB - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia exit the stairs.  A few customers and strippers see what's left of Joey "Two Toes".  Not much left.  Just a huge hole in his chest.  They walk on.  Not paying attention to it.
VA-RROOOM!, o.s. the Commodore's engine fires up.
I/E. '42 Commodore - nIGHT
INSERT SPEEDOMETER: 
Red needle on a hundred.
Tommy driving like a madman in a town without traffic laws speeds the Commodore into turns and intersections.
I/E. '42 commodore - nIGHT
Tommy, one hand firmly on the wheel, the other shifting like Robocop, both eyes staring straight ahead.
ToMMY
WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU FUCKIN THINKING!
SOFIA
WHAT I'VE BEEN THINKING EVER SINCE
I FUCKIN MET THAT FUCKIN DAGO MOTHERFUCKER!
TOMMY
I NEEDED FUCKIN ANSWERS FROM HIM!
They both stay quiet.  Letting the wind cool them down.  A beat.
sofia
(looking forward)
So now what?
TOMMY
(a beat; looking forward)
I need to go see someone.
The Commodore drives out of shot.  O.S BRNNG-BRNNG! 
Voice over
Yeah!
INT. benny's market - benny's office - nIGHT
BENNY LEBOWSKI, short and husky.  A small time bookie in a big fucking city.  Currently on a 700 series phone.  Very retro.  
Benny
(on the phone)
No!  No!  Bobby wants $400 on the number 7 horse and Mickey wants $600 on the Coolidge bout.  GET IT FUCKIN RIGHT, YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
He hangs up the phone.  He picks his half smoked cigar.  KNOCK! KNOCK!
BeNNY (CONT'D)
If you don't have an appointment then you're not invited.  SO FUCK OFF!
SKREKKk!  The door is kicked open.  Right off the hinges in pieces.  Tommy and Sofia stride on in.
TomMY
How's going, Benny?  How's business?
BeNNY
Tommy...?  I heard you were fuckin dead, kid.  The fuck you're doing here?  You owe me a new fuckin door, pal.
TOMMY
(Tommy sits down)
I need to know how the Sparazza and Borrelli family knew that I was in jail.
BenNY
They had people on the inside.  They could've easily killed you the second you made yourself at home.  But for some fuckin reason they held back.  I dunno why.
TommY
Well then who the fuck does know?
BeNNY
(thinking)
Mhm... go check out Reggie.  Maybe he can fuckin tell you.
Tommy quietly gets up and leaves.  Sofia follows.
EXT. alleyway - nIGHT
At the mouth of the alley, the Caddy pulls up.  The camera pans around, at the end of the alley lies a place with yellow neon lights that reads "Reggie's".
INT. reggie's - nIGHT
This is the kind of joint where they sweep up the teeth, peanut shells, bullet shells, glass and hose down the cum, blood, spit and beer at closing.
In the back, TOPLESS DANCERS do lap dances with customers, while a SLEAZY SEXY STRIPPER strips to hardcore, badass rock, played at ear drum-bursting level.  It has the feel of an Old West saloon.  Maybe it's the wooden staircase that leads up to a bank of doors where paying customers can get a quickie.
Two MEN are in a savage BAREKUCKLE BRAWL, surrounded by screaming customers of bikers, thugs, and ugly mugs. Bikers play pool in the back.  Fights break out here about one every fifteen minutes.  The customers may start 'em, but the bouncer, BIG POPPA, ends 'em.
Tommy and Sofia walk through the door.  This is the first for Mercedes.  Taking in the sights and the smells.  But for Tommy, it's his hang-out.  It's his home.
Big Poppa approaches Tommy.
ToMMY
Big Poppa, you black motherfucker!
Big POPPA
Tommy, you white motherfucker!
The two hug.  Old buddies.
BIG POPPA (CONT'D)
Haven't seen your ass in ages, man.  I heard you were in fuckin jail, negga.  How the fuck you been, man?
ToMMY
Surviving, Big Poppa.  Where the fuck's Reggie?  I gotta talk to him.
BIG poppa
I'll get him for you.  Getcha yourself a seat.
They separate.  Tommy and Sofia head over to a booth.
They sit under a chandelier wagon wheel with Wild West lanterns producing small flames.
A BARMAID approaches them.
Barmaid
Hey, Tommy.  You want the usual?
TOMMY
Yeah, with extra bacon and cheese.
(turns to Sofia)
You want anything?
SOFIA
Two shots of Tequila.
BARMAID
And what would you like to drink, sweetie?
TOMMY
Shot and a brew, honey, and keep 'em coming.
BARMAID (O.S.)
You got it.
The barmaid leaves with the order.  Moments later, REGGIE KING, a middle-aged Negro.  Killer Afro.  Not a big Afro.  Dons a pair of slick side-burns and a goatee.
Reggie
(smile on his face)
Tommy Frazetta, my brotha.
TOMMY
How's it going, Reggie.
Reggie slides into the booth.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
This is Sofia Romero.
REGGIE
(shakes hands with Sofia)
How you doing, honey?
(turns to Tommy)
So what do you wanna talk about?
ToMMY
I need you to tell me about the Sparazza and Borrelli family.  What's it got to do with me?
REGGIE
(a long beat; sighs)
Awe, shit, Tommy.  Remember that job you pulled?  You know, the fuck-up you did?
ToMMY
Shit, everyone on the street knows about the fuck-up.
ReGGIE
Yeah, well, neither families liked the outcome of the job.
The barmaid returns with the order.  Reggie lights up a Cuban cigar.  The barmaid leaves.
REGGIE (CONT'D)
You see this fuckin stoolie had dirt on so many fuckin people:  Public officials, cops, city council members, that had connections with both crime syndicates.  This guy was a fuckin cop.  Detective Paul Conway.  A corrupted fuzz who was gonna turn in states evidence for an undisclosed crime in exchange for an honorable discharge.  But before the rat came into picture both families fuckin hated each other.  I mean we're talking war.  But this rat fuck brought 'em together in order to wax his ass.  And to this day, they're still doing business with each other.
TOMMY
What happened to the fuckin stoolie?
ReGGIE
Couple of days later his car blew the fuck up.  Boom.  Case closed, Italian neggers 1, rat 0.
Tommy is quiet.  Sofia takes a shot.
REGGIE (CONT'D)
Tommy, if you're thinking about taking on two families, especially two major ones in the city.
(scuffs)
Then you're outta you're fuckin mind, Tommy.
TOMMY
Saying I should run?
Tommy takes a bite from his burger.  Reggie takes a drag.
REGGIE
I'm saying you should think about what you're gonna do.
TOMMY
I run, they kill me.  I hit 'em straight on, I might have a chance.
A long beat.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
So what else can you give me?
REGGIE
I can lead you to one of 'em, but that's all.  I'm not getting into your fuckin war, Tommy.
(a beat)
Fuckin Don Vito Borrelli fathered two kids.  A son and a daughter, identical twins.  Patrick and Maria... I'm telling you man, these nigga's are sick enough to be the devil's kids.  They own this joint on 110th street.
(hesitates)
That place is a fuckin trip, man. My own fuckin crew don't even go near that fuckin place.  It's one of those "private clubs" for pedophiles, rapist, murderers, and baby killers.  Most of these cats are fuckin millionaires.  It's one of those S&M joints, but more sick and twisted, you know what I mean?
SOFIA
110th street is a long fuckin way, papi.
ToMMY
I hafta go there.
REGGIE
I swear nigga, this fuckin town is going to hell in a fuckin Gucci bag.
TOMMY
Going?  Brother, we're already fuckin there.
EXT. '42 commodore - front shot - nIGHT
A soft jazzy song plays on the radio.
sofia
How far are you gonna take this?
TOMMY
What...?
MERCEDES
You don't hafta do this you know.  You can always listen to that little person inside your head.
ToMMY
I am.
INT. parking garage - nIGHT
A beautiful couple.  Most likely married sex offenders exit a gleaming Jaguar.  They wear all black with face mask.  As they come around the corner, Tommy and Sofia AMBUSH THEM.  Tommy, with his HARD KNUCKLES nearly BREAKS the man's jaw.  Sofia, with her HARD BITCH SLAP, brings the tramp down to make out with the pavement.
TomMY
Wanna dress up?
They both smile.
CUT TO:
EXT. THE ART GALLERY - DOORMAN - nIGHT
The DOORMAN wears a black suit and leather mask. 
He looks over the invention that was handed to him.  He looks to -
WIDEN TO INCLUDE: 
Tommy and Sofia wearing the couples' clothing: a dark color half skull mask on Tommy and a authentic Volto Baroque venetian mask for Sofia with black feathers.  The doorman takes a moment.  Then, lets them in.
WIDEN TO INCLUDE: 
The outside looks like a total shit hole.  Like an abandon building.  No lights.  No lines of horny people.  No flashy neon lights to draw in the normal, up-tight Colonel Heights pussies.  It is dark and sinister like the empty two lane street.  
Tommy and Sofia walk in.
INT. the art gallery - niGHT
If the Art Gallery looked like the black emptiness of the world from the outside, in the immortal words of Crystal Method, "Callin' all freaks." 
Tommy and Sofia walk through a long room, dimly lit with candles, with high ceilings and walls covered with black silk.  A sick and twisted S&M fuck-fest.  The phatcats wear expensive clothing and masks that range from Casanova Baroque, Civetta Colombina Mezza and Naso leather Pulcinella.
Their slaves wear leather bondage, gag-balls, masks, chains, harnesses, the whole nine yards.
Customers hook leashes onto naked and half naked women, and lead them around like dogs.  In the back, dancers strip atop of brightly lit stages.  Babes in leather bite and scratch each other in sadistic and erotic ways.
As his eyes become accustomed to the dim light, Tommy and Sofia sees that the female slaves are naked beneath the full-length, black veils that flow down from their head bands.
His eyes wander from voluptuous bodies to slender bodies, from delicate to richly developed figures, and he is filled with inexpressible desire.  Occasionally, eyes turn towards him but immediately look away as soon as he notices them.
INT. the ART GALLERY - chamber - nIGHT
We find an all black bed with straps, a spanking bench, an iron maiden, a torture rack, a naked WOMAN strapped to a cross with her torso cut wide open, with blood and organs spilled out.  Surrounded by a cobble stone wall.
The CAMERA finally stops at PATRICK BORRELLI, young, handsome, wearing a black robe.  He paints a magnificent piece that involves blood and death.  Moments later... 
The metal door opens.  MARIA BORRELLI, also young.  Much like her brother.
Maria's face is painted freakish white with black around her eyes.  Her attire is nothing but black, a long black dress, a black corset, cross-over gloves that are elbow length, a top-hat, and a cane with a silver skull crown.
She walks over to the dead woman.  Lifts the head up with her cane.  Eyes wide open.  Starring at her.  Maria walks to her brother.  She puts her hand on his shoulder.
Maria
Was she good?
Patrick
She lasted one hour.  Better than the last two.
Maria starts nibbling on his ear.  Caressing it with her sexy tongue.  Romantically.
PATRICK (CONT'D)
How was yours?
MARIA
Oh, she's still alive.  I'm thinking about taken her home with me.
PATRICK
Don't forget, Dad's birthday is tomorrow, he wants us there.
MARIA
Oh I'll be there.
PATRICK
I'll let the cleaners take care of this.  That's why we pay 'em.
Maria gives Patrick a long pornographic kiss.  Slipping him the tongue.
INT. thE ART GALLERY - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia continue to stride through the freakish fetish art show.  Women in "vertical" and "suspension" hogtie positions.  Couples having sex in front of everyone.  
Some people stop and watch, and make out with the person on their arm.  Man on woman - woman on woman.  
Tommy and Sofia make their way to a VIP door, guarded by a LEATHER MASKED GUARD.  He stops them.
Tommy pulls out a wad of green.  The guard accepts it.  He lets them in.
INT. thE ART GALLERY - HALLWAY - NIGHT
Maria walks down the hallway.  On either side are banks of doors.  Each one lies a torture chamber.  Maria walks down the hallway, yanking the chain that's connected to her naked SEX SLAVE.  Bruises and scars all over.  Blood streams down from her mouth and wounds.
As she leaves FRAME.  Tommy and Sofia come around the corner.  They hug the wall, creeping down the hall.
Drawn by the light from the room Maria left.
ON CHAMBER DOORWAY: 
Patrick grabs his extra clothes.  He walks to the door when:
PATRICK'S POV:
WHAM!  Tommy KNOCKS HIM OUT: CUT TO BLACK.
FADE IN ON:
Patrick.  Head hunched over.  Blood dripping down from his nostril.  Slowly, his head starts to rise.
PATRICK'S POV: 
Instantly, he sees Tommy, sitting in front of him.  Sofia is in the back.  Back against the wall.
TOMMY
Evenin', Patrick.
WIDEN:
INT. surgical chamber - nIGHT
They are in what looks like a hospital morgue or an embalming room.  White tiled walls and floor.  Bright florescent lights.  Patrick is bound to a chair.
ToMMY
I don't... have to introduce myself, do I?
PATRICK
You must be Tommy.
ToMMY
Bingo.  I've done business with your old man.
PATRICK
Whatever it is, you fuckin take it up with him.  SO FUCK OFF!
He gets up.  Walks over to a metal table, with various instruments.  So many beautiful things to hurt people with.  A hacksaw, electric screw-driver, scalpel, scissors, and a hole lot of sharp objects.  Tommy takes off his jacket.  Rolling up the sleeves.
TOMMY
I'm gonna ask you a few questions. Now, in your best interest of health I suggest you fuckin answer 'em without giving me any lip.  How's that sound, sport?
Patrick doesn't speak.  Tommy grabs an old fashioned straight razor blade.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Now, if you do give me lip, you're not gonna like what I've got plan for you.
He sits back down.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
First off... you like being a fuckin pederast?  Mhm?  You like filming yourself fuckin little boys and girls?
Patrick leans in.  Face to face with Tommy.
PATRICK
(cold like a pederast)
Just enjoying one of the many fruitful things in life.  There's nothing like feeling up a little young eight year old girl.
A cold and disgusted beat.  Tommy smiles, then, SLICES THE BLADE ACROSS Patrick's face.  Patrick SCREAMS IN PAIN - "AARRGHHH!"
PATRICK (CONT'D)
(still screaming in pain)
YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T GONNA FUCKIN DO SHIT, IF I FUCKIN TOLD YOU THE FUCKIN TRUTH!
ToMMY
How the hell did you not see this fuckin coming, you fuckin child fucker?!
Sofia just files her nail.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Where I can find your lovely little sister Maria?
We do another quick Shaw-Brothers-style zoom into Patrick's eyes.  Widen like saucers.
Patrick looks up to Tommy.
PATRICK
You stay the fuck away from her!  You fuckin touch her, and I'll fuckin kill you!  My whole fuckin family will fuckin fuck you up!  FUCK YOU!
Tommy furiously gets up from his chair.  He mounts Patrick.  Grabbing his face, jerking it around.  Then slowly dragging the blade across his forehead.  Blood pours out.  All over Tommy's white shirt.
Patrick SCREAMS again, really loud this time.  Sofia still not freaked out by this gruesome scene.  Tommy takes the razor blade and severs Patrick's right ear.  Slowly.  Letting him feel the pain.
Tommy gets up.
He holds the piece of ear.  Talks into it.
ToMMY
(talks into ear)
Hey.... can you hear me?
Tommy chuckles.  He tosses the ear.  Tommy walks over to the table.  He looks over the pile of torture tools and then:
ToMMY (O.S.) (CONT'D)
Ohh, this will do.
Tommy turns around to Patrick with a hacksaw in his hand.  Patrick keeps his eyes on the hacksaw instead of Tommy's eyes.
Tommy pulls up the chair closer to Patrick.  Real close.  Tommy looks at Patrick's nails.  A bit dirty.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
You know Patrick you should really clean your nails.
Tommy grabs Patrick's left hand, holding it firmly down.  He takes the hacksaw and hacks off his index finger.  "AARRGHHH!"  Patrick SCREAMS like a little girl as Tommy completely saws off his finger.  Blood squirts.
Tommy SAWS off the rest of Patrick's fingers.  He screams again.  "AARRGHHH!"  Tommy takes pure joy in this.  Blood continues to squirt at Tommy's clothes.
Tommy stands up.  Patrick has balls.  Tommy walks back to the table.
Picks up a pair of rusty-ass scissors.  He looks back at Patrick with a sinister smile.
He walks back to Patrick.  Squats down in front of him. Tommy unbuckles, unzips, and pulls down Patrick's pants.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Ever been circumcised by a Frazetta?  Course not, cause if you have, you wouldn't have a fuckin dick to fuck the little kids.  Where can I found her?
He violently grabs Patrick by his dick.  Patrick feels the tight grip on his cock.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Wanna taste your pecker?  Lasts chance, sport.
PATRICK
(looking up; spits)
FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!
Again with the smile.  He brings the scissors down to his crotch.  Eyes widen, ready to feel... SSNNIIPP!  Patrick SCREAMS even LOUDER THAN BEFORE.  Total agony.
Blood leaks on the floor, streams under the table, until the tile  floor is completely filled with blood.
Patrick shakes and pants, screaming, crying.  Tommy takes the piece of dick, and crams it in Patrick's mouth.  But he COUGHS WILDLY.  His eyes well up with tears.  Patrick EXPLODES a mouthful of blood and puke, and leans forward, gagging.  No reason to feel sorry.
FADE OUT.

TOMMY (O.S.)
I swear, kid.  Torturing people just takes it outta you.  You keep this up, kid; you're not gonna like my ugly side.
CUT TO:
InT. sURGICAL CHAMBER - patrick - nIGHT
His face is fucked all to hell.  Scars run amuck, blood dripping down his face.  Swollen eye, welts, the works.
WIDE:
Tommy's white shirt is no longer white.  It's now completely splattered with pederast blood.  Damped.  They've been at it for a while.
SIDE SHOT:
PATRICK
(sobbing in pain)
Please stop.....  Stop. 
Tommy leans into FRAME.
TOMMY
You gonna tell me what I wanna know?  Cause I can go all night, man.  Just try me.
PATRICK
Okay.... okay, please just stop.  She.... lives and runs a whorehouse on Sullivan street.
(breaks down)
Ohhhhh god.... I'm so sorry, Maria.
TOMMY
Pussy.
Patrick continues to cry in pain and in weakness.  Tommy places his hand on Patrick's shoulder.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
But thanks, kid.
Tommy moves behind Patrick.
CU - PATRICK'S HAND: 
Tommy removes a RING from Patrick's finger.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
(reading the inscription)
"To Patrick, love Dad."  How touching.
Tommy walks around Patrick, pulls out the razor blade and drags it across Patrick's throat - SHLORK!  Blood sprays across the floor.  Sofia takes aim with her Smith & Wesson LS.  BLAM! THWOP!  The back of Patrick's head BLOWS OFF.  Covering the white tiled wall with blood and brain matter.  Blood continues to pour out from his throat.  It's what every child molester should get.
EXT. back alley - '42 commodore - nIGHT
The Commodore rests silently in the back alley.  Radio plays on.  In this time of night, it's jazz.  Tommy and Sofia change out of their new clothes and back into their old ones.
SOFIA
(slips out of the black dress)
I don't understand, papi?  You had the culo in the chair, why didn't you ask for papa Borrelli?
TOMMY
(puts on his jeans)
I gotta plan, babydoll....
Tommy pauses, staring at Sofia's amazing, incredibly sexy Latino body.  Like she's modeling in her bra and girl hipster underwear for Tommy.  Hola Mammasita!
ToMMY (O.S.) (CONT'D) 
I'm picking 'em off one by one. Then, I'll deal with Borrelli and Sparazza.
EXT. street - close on stop light - nIGHT
So damn CLOSE the GREEN light blinds our vision.  Then the YELLOW... then the RED.  We pullback and PAN DOWN to the approaching Commodore.
Moving down into a SIDE SHOT:
I/E. '42 commodore - nIGHT
The two couples sit quietly in the Commodore as the jazzy tune plays on.  The light turns green.
The Commodore drives forward, when, too quick to explain, a 1949 Mercury 2 door coupe RAMS into them.  BOOM!  Like crushing a Budweiser can on a redneck's head.  A horrific bang-crunch of metal and fiberglass.  The Commodore's front grill and hood accordion toward the windshield.
Tommy and Sofia receive scars and aching bruises.  Tommy looks to the Mercury - FOUR MEN in street clothes with 9mm pistols and a M870 combat shorty shotgun exit the car.
KA-CHAK! KA-CHUNK!
TOMMY
(to Sofia)
GO! GO! GO!
Sofia quickly exits on her side, followed by Tommy.
The thugs OPEN FIRE!  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BOOM!  BLAM!  Tommy and Sofia stay down behind the Commodore as it gets hammered by 12-gauge and 9mm slugs.
Tommy grabs the sawed-off from the floor board.  He cracks OPEN the breach.  Only one shell left.  He turns to Sofia, who still has the Smith & Wesson LS in her hands.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
SHOOT THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!
Insanely, she stands up.  BLASTING AWAY.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  Finger pimping, shell casings dancing in the hot air.  She riddles one thug full of bullets.  Blood popping outward.  The remaining thugs take cover behind the Mercury.  Sofia spins back down.
sofia
I tagged one but I'm bone dry.
Tommy gets way down to the pavement.  Looks under the Commodore.
SERGIO LEON CU: 
Spots the dead thug's stainless steel Smith & Wesson model 5906.  Between the two cars.  
He hands her the sawed-off.
TOMMY
One shot.  Make it count.
One thug returns fire.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! KA-CHUNK! BOOM!
Tommy moves to the rear of the Commodore.  He looks back to Sofia.  Exchanging nods.  Synchronized like machines, Tommy dashes for the gun, Sofia stands up, aims the sawed-off.  Tommy DIVES and hits the pavement rolling.  Sofia pulls the trigger.  BOOM!  
A 12-gauge slug SHATTERS through both the passenger and driver side window.  The tiny shards of glass showers a thug's face. 
He hits the ground screaming and bleeding, holding his face.
Tommy SNAGS the gun, just as he rolls in front of the remaining thugs.  He unloads half the clip into the thugs.  Their blood splatters the road.
Sofia comes around the Commodore, throwing the sawed-off in the back.
Tommy walks over to the only leaving thug who is feeling terrible pain in his face.  Blood all over.  He moans and groans.  Tommy JAMS his foot into the thugs face.
Forcing the glass shards deeper into his flesh.
He YELLS and WIGGLES around.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
You just fucked with the wrong man, bub.  I'm getting real sick and fuckin tired of you fuckin fuckers coming after me.  So who the fuck sent you?!
Thug
(in pain, spits up blood)
Awe, fuck, man!  They'll fuckin kill me!
TOMMY
(Tommy presses his foot on the thug's face)
I already killed you, you scum-bag!  Wise the fuck up!  But even though it feels like a water fall down there, you'll be a long time dying.  And I can make it fuckin quick or I can make it fuckin worse.
The thug moans under Tommy's foot.
THUG
(giving up)
Fuck!  Alright!  LARRY!  Larry! Larry Brikowski!  Larry fucking Brikowski!
ToMMY
Where?
ThUG
Borgnine Taxis..... Fairfax avenue, motherfucker.
ToMMY
Thanks.
Tommy then places the barrel between his eyes, THUMBS back the hammer and places his open hand behind the gun to shield the splatter.  BLAM! THWOP!  Some of the blood covers portions of his face.
He starts frisking the dead guy.  Sofia leans against the wrecked Mercury, not surprised by Tommy's actions.
SOFIA
So I guess, Maria Borrelli is gonna hafta wait, right?
TOMMY
For now.
He throws Sofia another wad of cash.  Then, he finds, an atom bomb... a leather wallet.  Flips it open to reveal a gold shield.  A police badge.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
(whispering)
You crooked son-of-a-bitch.
(a beat)
Fuckin figures.
Shows the badge to Sofia.  Little surprise.  But in this town, there's always going to be dirty cops.  Sofia tosses the badge in the trash.
SOFIA
We need a car.
Tommy stands up.  He eyes the two fucked up cars.  Smoking.  They both look around for any car the can get them to their destination.  Tommy pauses.  Smiles.
I/E. '54 cadillac ELDORADO - nIGHT
CU:
Tommy swipes the wires together.  Igniting SPARKS.  O.S VA-RROOOM!
WIDEN:
The exterior of the Eldorado is cherry red with a serious shine convertible.  Tommy closes the door.  Sofia tosses the empty sawed-off in the back.  She closes the door.
TOMMY
Now we gotta car.
EXT. rooftop - far away from tommy and sofia - nIGHT
A SILHOUETTE FIGURE stands in the f.g. of the FULL MOON.  Long hair whipping in the wind.  We know it's the same person from the Royal Casino.  But who is it?
ANGLE ON MYSTERY PERSON:
The mystery person stands vigilantly on the rooftop while the Eldorado drives away.
FADE OUT.
FADE IN:
EXT. BORGNINE TAXIS - STEPS - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia make their way up the steps.
INT. bORGNINE TAXIS - DISPATCH DESK - nIGHT
A desk surrounds a black RADIOMAN at the two-way.  It's dead.  He's reading a newspaper.  There's a ratty couch on one wall and a closed door behind the desk leading to a room in the back.
The radioman looks up as Tommy and Sofia enters.
ToMMY
I'm looking for Larry Brikowski.
Radioman
He ain't here.  What can I do for you?
TOMMY
You can get me Brikowski.  Where the fuck is he?
RADIOMAN
I dunno.
Tommy looks to Sofia.  The radioman looks back to his paper.  Tommy pulls the paper down with his middle finger.  As the paper goes down, the radioman's eyes look up to Tommy.  Connecting eyes.
ToMMY
Where...the...fuck...is he?
The radioman stands, looms above Tommy.  He's a big mother.  His shadow can easily kill a dog.
SIDE SHOT:
They go nose to nose as the radioman leans in.
RaDIOMAN
Why don't you go fuck yourself, honkie.
Tommy sighs.  Eyes rolling.  Then - KRACK!  Head bashing.
INT. bORGNINE TAXIS - back room - nIGHT
Couple of MEN sitting around or standing.  TWO of them stand at a craps table with LARRY BRIKOWSKI, (early 40's), Jewish.  Cheap ass suit.  Wears a gold Star of David around his neck.
The two men in suits are off-duty detectives.  Det. AL HICKS and Det. JOSE RAMIREZ.  Both in their (late 40's). Others just play poker.  We also notice an on-duty beat cop in a clean-cut blue uniform.  He reads a porn mag.
Suddenly they all look over to the door as it burst open and the radioman steps in.  Blood runs down his face. Chastened, we can only guess what happened.
Larry
What?!
The radioman doesn't say a word.  Only falls flat on his face.  Behind his body, in the doorway: Tommy and Sofia.  They step in, over the doorman's gigantic body.
TOMMY
I'm looking for Brikowski?
LARRY
Who the fuck are you?
ToMMY
I'm Tommy.
DET. HICKS
Hello, Tommy.  I'm detective Hicks. 
Det. RAMIREZ 
And I'm detective Ramirez.
Al and Jose and unbutton their blazers to reveal their badges and handguns on their belts.
Cop's walkie-talkie  (V.O.)
All units be on the look out for a male Caucasian, wearing denim jeans and a light color jacket, accompany by a Latin prostitute.
The beat cop, Al, and Jose exchange a look, about to draw iron.
ON TOMMY'S SMITH & WESSON: 
Tucked in the back of his waistband.
BACK TO SCENE - WIDE: 
It's a silent standoff, when, the law men reach for their guns.  But Sofia is too fast for the law.  She grabs his Smith & Wesson from his waist band.
LARRY
Hey, hey, hey, everybody take it easy, alright.  C'mon now!
Sofia hands it to Tommy.  Thumbs back the hammer.
TOMMY
Gats on the table boys, let's go!
The on-beat cop slowly pulls out his silver Beretta; tosses it on the table.
Al pulls out a "Dirty Harry" Smith & Wesson model 57 .41 magnum.  Jose draws out a Smith & Wesson model 29-2 .44 magnum.  All on the craps table.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
(to Sofia)
Get 'em, baby.
Sofia walks over to the craps table snatching up all three guns.  Walking back to Tommy.
LARRY
Okay, so, you probably wanna talk. So, c'mon... let's go outside, pal.
Larry walks around the craps table, exiting the room.
Sofia holds down the cops with the .41 magnum.  Cocks the hammer.  Tommy tucks his Smith & Wesson back in.  Throws Jose and Al some cash.  Bribe money.  It's not uncommon in the city.
TOMMY
Have a nice night,
EXT. BORGNINE TAXIS - PARKING LOT - nIGHT
Larry exits followed by Sofia and Tommy. 
Rows of sleeping yellow cabs.
LARRY
Okay, what's this about?
TOMMY
Your boys didn't get the fuckin job done.
Tommy VIOLENTLY GRABS Larry by his cheap suit, and THROWS him against the brick wall of a building.
LARRY
Fuck man!  What the fuck?!  Take it easy!
TOMMY
You're not the kind of fuckin sheeny that can send a fuckin hit squad to whack our fuckin asses. Not with the job you're pushing.
LARRY
Awe, they'll fuckin kill me, man.
TOMMY
Not if you're already dead, chump.
It's getting serious.  Larry gives it up.
LARRY
Awe.... James Parker.  He's a personal friend and finical associate for Don Sonny Sparazza.  He paid me to hire couple of assholes to whack a bum name Frazetta.
(realizing who it is)
Oh... shit!  You're gonna fuckin kill me, are you?  Oh shit.
ToMMY
Where can I find this James Parker?
LARRY
Fuck.  Oakwood Suites.  Farragut road, man.
Tommy pushes away.
EXT. building's rooftop - mystery woman - nIGHT
A WOMAN dressed in an all red-latex bodysuit.  A sheathed samurai sword strapped to her side.  Long jet-black hair in the wind.  The CAMERA PANS to her face.
YOKO O-REO, Japanese, young.  If the Grim Reaper had a daughter, she would be his sweet-little princess of death.  Much like her job.  The Japanese hit-chick eyes Tommy and Sofia, moving and entering a dark alley.
MEDIUM CU - YOKO'S FACE: 
No smile.  Just a mean, but sexy look.
EXT. ALLEYWAY - NIGHT
Tommy and Sofia make their way to the parked Eldorado.
sofia
So where we heading?
ToMMY
Go pay a little visit to Oakwood Suites.  Have a nice chat with
Mr. Parker.
Suddenly...
Yoko DROPS from the hot heavens.  Landing in front of Tommy.  A bit surprised.  We do a quick Shaw-Brothers-style zoom into Tommy's eyes.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
What the fuck?
Draws out his Smith & Wesson.  Yoko SMACKS it away.  She surprises him with a KICK to the JAW.  KUKK!  Knocks him on his ass.  Sofia draws out the "Dirty Harry", takes aim, but Yoko, VERY QUICKLY, unsheathes her sword, and slices off the barrel.  BANG-less.
Yoko delivers Sofia a spinning BACKHAND.  It spins her around, she whips out the Beretta.  Yoko again, slices it in-half.  Yoko, somersault KICKS Sofia.  KUKK!  Knocks her out.
Tommy charges after Yoko, sitting up for a running clothes line.  Yoko sees it coming, and BENDS BACKWARDS. Very limber.  She moves at lightspeed quickness.  With every martial arts lesson she learned from Master Reiji Udo, she manages to swing her fists and feet across Tommy's body.
He spits out blood every time she gets a hit off.  Beating the shit out of him, till.  A spark ignites inside of him.  He spin-dodges her fists, leaps into the air, and gives her a NICE HARD RIGHT HOOK!  WA-POW!
Her blood SPLATTERS the wet pavement.  But it doesn't KNOCK her out, or puts her on her knees.  She keeps fighting.
Tommy ignores the pain that Yoko delivers.  His ROCK HARD KNUCKLES hits every part of her body.  Breaking or shattering her bones.  Spilling crimson from her mouth. Yoko steps back.  Tommy gets ready for anything.  Her hand grips the handle of the samurai sword.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Fuck!
sofia (O.S.)
Tommy!
Tommy SPINS his head around.  Sofia pulls out the last gun.  The Smith & Wesson 29-2.
Yoko draws her sword.  Tommy races back to Sofia, she tosses the magnum.  Tommy dives, and catches it half-way, spins in mid-air - BANG! BANG! BANG!  Three slugs drill her body.  Pushes her back.  Sword out of reach.
She hits the pavement hard.  She doesn't scream.  Only bleeds.  Tommy still aims while on the pavement.  His heart still pounds away.
TOMMY
(turns to Sofia; getting up)
You okay, baby?
sofia
(sighs; wipes the blood from mouth)
I'll live, papi.
She gets up.  Tommy walks over to Yoko.  She coughs up blood.
TOMMY
Who hired you?
Yoko
(Japanese)
FUCK YOU!  FUCK YOU!
(English)
FUCK YOU!
TOMMY
(a beat)
She ain't gonna say shit.
(hands the gun to Mercedes)
Drill her.
Tommy walks away.  BANG! BANG! BANG!  Finishes her off. Sofia tosses the gun in a dumpster.  She walks to the Eldorado.  Tommy is already in the seat.
sofia
What was that all about?
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
She closes the door.
TOMMY
I don't kill dames.
He starts her up and drives away.
EXT. oakwood suites - nIGHT
A high-rise apartment suites.  Owned by the Sparazza family.  Very expansive.  In the phat-katz district.
The Eldorado comes around the corner.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia look up at the Oakwood Suites.  Both at an awe.  Tommy puts it in park across the street.
SOFIA
So how we gonna play this, papi?
ToMMY
I'm going solo on this one.  If I don't come back in twenty minutes, get the hell outta here, and don't look back.
Tommy exits the car.  He takes out his piece.  Gives it to Sofia.
sofia
You're going in naked?
ToMMY
They'll probably frisk me.
sofia
(a little worried)
You gonna be alright, papi?
TOMMY
I'll be fine.  Remember, twenty minutes, then bail out.
Tommy starts moving across the street.  Passing cars.
INT. OAKWOOD SUITES - EMPTY LOBBY - nIGHT
Tommy enters.  He walks out the room, stares up at the security cameras over the unmarked elevator door across the way.
He walks to the DESK CLERK.
Desk clerk
Can I help you, sir?
ToMMY
Tell Mr. Parker, Sparazza and Borrelli's problem is here.
DeSK CLERK
I'm sorry, sir, I don't know what you're talking about.
ToMMY
You don't hafta fuckin know.  Just go tell your fuckin boss.
Tommy sits down and starts to leaf through a magazine. The desk clerk stares at him, but Tommy doesn't look up. Finally, the desk clerk disappears.
Tommy looks genuinely interested in one of the articles.
As he turns the page, the desk clerk comes back.
DeSK CLERK
Mr. Parker will see you now.
Tommy sets down the magazine, stands.
DesK CLERK (CONT'D)
Turn around so I can frisk you.
Tommy obliges, raises his arms.  The desk clerk pats him down.  Finishing, he steps back, a little surprised.
DesK CLERK (CONT'D)
You're done.
INT. OAKWOOD SUITES - PARKER'S SUITE - nIGHT
JAMES PARKER, (middle age).  Not Italian.  James sits at a koa wood dinning table.  Having lobster and white wine.  Listening to a female VOICE singing Andrea Bocelli's Ave Maria.  
Two MEN in suits sit quietly in the living room.
James looks up as Tommy enters.  James motions to one of two chairs in the living room.
James
Have a seat.
Tommy sits.  He starts to cross one leg over the other, as a guard bends to sit alongside of him.  Instead....
Tommy RAMS the heel of his foot into the guard's face just above the nose.  Blood gushes.  The guard and his chair clatter over backwards.
Tommy surges, comes in low as the last guard stands, pawing at his hip for his gun.  Tommy drives his shoulder into the guard's gut, then POPS his head up sharply CRACKING his chin.
As the guard falls, Tommy tears a two tone Sig Sauer P228 from his holster and wheels in time to draw down on James who's got a Glock 19 halfway from under the koa table.
TOMMY
Loose the piece.
James tosses it.  Tommy sits at the end.
JamES
I'm impress, Mr. Frazetta.
TOMMY
So were all the others that crossed me.
JAMES
I'll be sure not to do that.
TOMMY
I doubt you even have a spine.
A long beat.
JaMES
So what can I do for you?
TOMMY
Talk.  Tell me about Borrelli and Sparazza.  Tell me why they still wanna kill me even though the fuck-up is 2 years old.
JAMES
Well both families are not what you would call "a forgiving one".  They expect the best in every person they hire.  You failed them and now you have to pay the piper.
ToMMY
Get Sonny Sparazza on the phone.
JamES
(sips his wine)
For what purpose, Mr. Frazetta?
ToMMY
I'm gonna straighten this whole fuckin thing out with that guinea cocksucker.
James pulls out his cell phone.
JaMES
(while dialing)
Any chance of me getting out of this alive?
ToMMY
I don't see why not.
INT. SPARAZZA MANSION - DINNING ROOM - nIGHT
Don SONNY SPARAZZA, (50's), sits across from is his attractive wife, CARMELA SPARAZZA, (close to 50's), attractive.  They eat dinner alone.  Then, Sonny's cell phone rings.
Carmela
Sonny!  C'mon, we're eating here.
Sonny
(checks the cell number)
It's Jimmy.
(answers it)
Jimmy, how you doing?
Intercut:
JamES
I...
ToMMY
Put it on speaker.
He does.
SONNY (V.O.)
Jimmy...?
JaMES
I'm here, Sonny.  Listen, we gotta little problem here.  A Mr. Tommy Frazetta is here with me, and is threatening my life with a gun.  He wants to talk to you.
SONNY
Jimmy?
TomMY
Hello, Sonny.  Remember me you stupid fuckin dick-wad?
SoNNY
Tommy fuckin Frazetta.  I can't believe you're not fuckin dead yet.  Vito and I spent half a mil trying to take you out.
ToMMY
Yeah I met up with your little chopstick bitch.  She won't be spending her money anytime soon.
SoNNY
I see.
Sonny covers his phone.  His son, LEON SPARAZZA, tough and handsome walks in.
Leon
Eh, pops, I'm gonna go visit some of the guys at Lincoln Square. I'll be back later. 
SoNNY
Hey, keep your cell phone on, I might need you for something later
tonight.
LEON
You got it, pops.
Leon leaves the room.
ToMMY
Sonny!
SONNY
Yeah I'm here, Tommy.
(a beat)
So... how do we work this out, huh?  What can I do for you to make this go away?  What do you want?
ToMMY
After this call, you're gonna call your partner, Vito.  The two of you are gonna get together.  You spent a half a mil to kill me.  Well, now you're gonna give me half a mil just for leaving you the hell alone.
SONNY
(scuffs)
You are one dumb fuckin dick-whole, you know that?  What the fuck makes you fuckin think that you're gonna get any fuckin money outta us, huh?
TOMMY
Yes or no, Sonny?
SoNNY
(a long beat)
No.
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  Tommy pumps three slugs into James.  Blood showers the koa table.  His lifeless body falls to the floor.
SoNNY (CONT'D)
Jimmy?  Jimmy?!  JIMMY?!
ToMMY
Jimmy's dead, Sonny.  Jimmy's dead.
Tommy gets up.  Walks over to James' body and takes the cell phone.
SoNNY
You're dead, Tommy.  YOU FUCKIN HERE ME?!  YOU ARE FUCKIN DEAD!  DEAD!!
ToMMY
Like Jimmy, right, Sonny?
Tommy heads over to the coffee table and picks up an address book with everything he needs.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
Meet up with Vito or I'm gonna do a hell-of-a lot worse.
Tommy hangs up and leaves the room.
INT. oAKWOOD SUITES - top floor hallway - nIGHT
DING!  The desk clerk from the empty lobby DASHES out of the elevator.  He carries a black .44 magnum Desert Eagle.  The desk clerk nears Parker's doors when - - Tommy strides out - aims his Sig Sauer - BLAM!  
Perfect headshot.  Blood sprinkles the shiny marble floor.
EXT. oAKWOOD SUITES - nIGHT
Tommy races over to the Eldorado.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
Sofia catches Tommy running across the street.  Cars honking at him.
SOFIA
How'd it go?
Tommy JUMPS in.
TOMMY
We gotta get to Maria super-fast. But first, we gotta make a quick stop.
The Eldorado ROARS away.
EXT. JOHNNY'S WORLD OF GUNS - nIGHT
JOHNNY SMALLS, black, (late 30's).  He closes up his gun shop.  The buy, sell, and trade guns of all kind of gun store.  Sliding the metal gate across the doors.  Total unaware of - -
TOMMY (O.S.)
Hey, Johnny!
Johnny is startled.  Whipping out a chrome .38 snub nose.
Johnny
Tommy?!  Goddamn it, motherfucker! What the fuck is wrong with you?  I almost blasted you in-half.  Shit!
Johnny takes a moment to breath.  Feeling his heart rate. He holsters his .38.
TOMMY
I need some hardware.
JOHNNY
No!  No!  You need to stay the fuck away from me, nigga!  Reggie told me what you plan on fuckin doing.  Shootin' up the whole goddamn neighborhood, cause some Italian neggas are coming after you
(a beat)
Sides, nigga, you haven't fuckin paid me for the last fuckin piece of hardware I gave you.  And.... that fuckin gat you sold to me was a hot piece.  Used to plug a dirty flat-foot.  I gotta unpleasant visit by the fuckin mook squad.  I hadda pay those fuzzy niggas seven fuckin grand to get off my motherfuckin back!
Tommy pulls out the wad of cash.
ToMMY
Eh, I brought payment.  Now.... you're open for business.
Johnny takes a moment.
INT. jOHNNY'S WORLD OF GUNS - nIGHT
The lights flicker to life.  Revealing racks, shelves, and cases of guns.  Rifles, shotguns, machineguns, and various handguns.
JoHNNY (V.O.)
Okay, with this amount of paper, you'll get what I give you.
Specific weapons
Tommy and Sofia stand in front of the glass counter.  Waiting for Johnny.
Johnny comes out from the back with a box.  He pours it out the contents on the counter.  Dozens of handguns and boxes of ammunition.  Tommy and Sofia bring out their previous weapons.  The sawed off, the Smith & Wesson snub nose, the Smith & Wesson LS, the two tone Sig Sauer P228, and the Smith & Wesson 5906.
Tommy and Sofia go over the pieces of hardware.  He handles a Smith & Wesson model 25 .45 colt Mountain gun.  Sofia SNAPS OPEN the chamber to a silver 2.5" snub nose Colt Python .357.
Sofia ejects the mag to a chrome Beretta 92FS Inox named Rapier.  Its equipped with a golden barrel (extended and with compensator), golden trigger, hammer, safety, etc.  Grips "Holy Maria with burning heart"  A vengeful priest would love to get his hands on this hardware.  KA-CHAK!  
Tommy examines a black plated Glock 17. 
Sofia checks the chamber of a Smith & Wesson model 29 revolver.  Fully loaded.  Tommy picks up a black plated 9mm Beretta, pulling back the sliding mechanism.
Sofia loads the sawed-off double barrel.  Tommy loads a pistol clip with hollow point 9mm Parabellum rounds.  Then SMACKS the clip into the Sig Sauer.  KA-CHAK!  Sofia loads the silver snub nose Colt Python.  
Tommy loads 9mm Luger Parabellum rounds into another pistol clip.  Then SMACKS them into the Glock 17 - KA-CHAK!  Jacking home the first round.  They dump all the guns and ammunition into a duffle bag.
SERGIO LEONE CU:
Tommy SLAMS a shit load of cash on the glass counter.
CUT TO:
A raunchy billboard.  A HOT neon lit pussy cat bends over and takes up the ass.  The camera pans left and down to: 
EXT. SULLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSE - nIGHT
The Sullivan Street Cat House is of course on Sullivan street.  The joint resembles a 1940s or 50s Grand Hotel or a Chicago whorehouse.  Big.  Very classy.
The parking lot is big and black, and infested with erotic automobiles brought in by horny as hell customers.
INT. suLLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSE - nIGHT
A beautiful whore house with a million dollar style.  GIRLS!  GIRLS!  GIRLS!  Women stride around naked or half naked.  Flirting with male and female customers.  We see their heads moving up and down in the laps of their paying customers.  Some about to blow.  It's like the unrated mansion scene from Stanley Kubrick's "Eyes Wide Shut."
A grand red-carpet staircase leads up to a bank of rooms.  Some of the ladies that are upstairs either enter or exit the rooms with a smile on their faces.
INT. suLLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSE - maria's room/office - nIGHT
Maria sits in front of her desk, talking on the 700 series phone, wearing a black leather Dominatrix outfit.  Complete with thigh high heel boots, stockings, and a corset.
MARIA
(into phone)
When your people get here daddy, I want 'em to wait outside.
(pauses)
Cause this is my fuckin business, daddy, they can fuckin wait outside!
(pauses)
No... no I haven't spoken to Patrick since I left him earlier.
(pauses)
I'll call you If I hear from him. Bye, daddy.
She hangs up.
She grabs her flogger from the desk.  She gets up.  The CAMERA PANS around her.  Revealing her sex slave from The Art Gallery.  Hands cuffed.  Arms hang above her head.  Gag ball in her mouth.  Maria swirls the flogger around as she walks around her sex slave.  
Looking up and down her bruised body.  Then, she administers a PAINFUL FLOG to her hip.  It's enough for her to SCREAM.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
The Eldorado drives into the Cat House parking lot.  Tommy puts it in park.  He hands Sofia the Sig Sauer P228 that he got from the Oakwood Suites.  
He holsters the Glock 17 and the Smith & Wesson snub nose in his back pants. 
They exit the Eldorado.  Heading to the Cat House doors.
INT. sulLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSE - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia enter the main hall.  Like entering a Majestic Opera Hall.  They both eye the flock of tits and ass that come their way.
Tommy stops a MASKED GIRL.
ToMMY
Eh, you now where I can find, Madam Borrelli?
Girl
Her office is on the second floor, down the hall, last door on the right.
ToMMY
Thanks.
The girl leaves.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
(turns to Sofia)
That was fuckin easy.
They head towards the steps.
CUT TO:
INT. sULLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSE - MARIA'S ROOM/OFFICE - nIGHT
CU - SEX SLAVE'S BARE BACK: 
Scars after scars.  Then, the leather flogger makes its mark again. 
CU - SEX SLAVE'S FACE: 
Her SCREAMS are muffled by the gag ball.  Tears seep from her eyes.  She's whipped again, and again...
INT. sulLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSe - 2nd fl hallway - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia speed-walk down the hall.  They have to hurry before the Borrelli Security Team shows up.
They stop at the door.  Both drawing out their gats.  They exchange nods, when...
INT. sulLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSE - MARIA'S ROOM/OFFICE - nIGHT
The door BURSTS OPEN.  Maria STOPS whipping her sex slave.  She stares at Tommy and Sofia with wide open eyes.
SOFIA
Drop the shit!
Maria drops the flogger.  She pants.  Beads of sweat streams down her face.  Tired of whipping her slave.
MARIA
You must be the cocksmoking prick, my father warned me about.
ToMMY
Your old man had every reason to warn you about me.
Sofia pistol whips Maria across the face.  Blood flies.  Out-cold.
Tommy unlocks the sex slave and places her on the bed.
INT. sULLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSE - 2ND FL HALLWAY - nIGHT
Sofia exits the room first.  Tommy follows with Maria carried on his shoulders.  She's gag and tied with her own bondage.  They hustle down the hall and down the stairs.
A few people stop to see them, but move on to fucking.
EXT. sulLIVAN STREET CAT HOUSE - nIGHT
Tommy and Sofia exit the cat house, still hustling. They race towards the Eldorado.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
Sofia jumps into the driver seat.  Tommy tosses Maria into the back seat.  Suddenly, the CAMERA WHIPS to the parking lot entrance, in time to see three maroon 1950 Mercury Convertible Continental Kits, hurtling into the lot.
TOMMY
Shit!
Tommy whips out his gats from his waistband.  BA-BLAM!  BA-BLAM!  BA-BLAM!  BA-BLAM!  BA-BLAM!  He unloads duel gunfire on the first Mercury.
I/E. first mercury convertible - nIGHT
The TWO MEN inside are getting hammered to death. Screaming and gushing out blood that splatters the interior.
WIDE: 
The first Mercury CRASHES into a parked car.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
Tommy hops into the passenger seat.  Sofia fires up the engine.  VA-ROOOM!!!  It peels away.  But the remaining Mercuries follow close by.
EXT. STREET - '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
Sofia whips right down a side street and drops the hammer.  She blows through a stop sign, then another.  CARS CRASH.  She is calm, cool, a fine damn driver when it comes to high speed chases through the city.
The Eldorado slides left into an alley, Sofia gets it under control and SCREAMS toward the other side.
EXT. aLLEYWAY - leading Mercury - nIGHT
The THUG riding shotgun leans out the window.  He squeezes off a few rounds from his two tone 9mm Beretta.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
Two slugs hit the back of the Eldorado.  Tommy turns around, aims his Mountain revolver.  BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
EXT. STREET - LEADING mercury - NIGHT
No body count.  But it did shattered the windshield.  He turns back around.
SOFIA
What's the fuckin plan?!
TOMMY
Just keep fuckin driving!
The thugs fire back - BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
Tommy stands back up.  Squeezes the last three rounds from the revolver.  BANG! BANG! BANG!  The last slug makes its mark.  Splatters his brains all over the car.  Even the driver.
BACK TO TOMMY
He dives into the duffle bag of guns, pulling out the 9mm Beretta.  KA-CHAK!  He springs up.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  Semi-fire on the driver.  Tearing him to shit.
The Mercury losses control and BARRELS into a line of parked cars.  Creating an awesome CRASH.
Tommy sits back down.  The CAMERA MOVES above the Eldorado and over to....
INT. THE LAST MERCURY - NIGHT
Three MEN inside.  The one in the back loads shells into a half sawed-off butt-stock Remington 870 12-gauge shorty.  
PANNING TO THE PASSENGER, he CRANKS back on a Mini-UZI. We TRACK with them as they stand up. BAP!BAP!BAP!BAP!BAP! BAP!BAP!  
KA-CHUNK!  BOOM!  The thug with the shotgun rocks out in a fury of firing/cocking/firing as the Cadillac takes on heavy fire.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - NIGHT
They take on heavy fire.  Tommy returns fire.  BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
He slugs on damaged the car's body.
Tommy stops fucking with the pistols and draws out the sawed-off.  BOOM!  First shot CRACKS the glass.  BOOM!
Now it shatters it to glass shards.  Tommy quickly opens the breach on loads the last two shells.  Before he can steady his shotgun...
The thug with the UZI unloads a spray of 9mm slugs. Buzzing through the hot night air.  Tommy ducks before they can pop him.  
SERGIO LEON CU:
One bullet makes a CRACK in the windshield, a few inches from her Sofia's face.
This really pisses Sofia off.
sofia
Fuckin, cabron!  Fuckin goombah motherfuckers!
Sofia lets go of the wheel but her foot stays on the gas.  Tommy grabs a hold of the wheel.  She turns around, whip-drawing her 2.5" snub-nose Colt Python and OPENS FIRE!  BANG! BANG! BANG!  Drilling her .357 slugs into the driver.
INT. LAST MERCURY - NIGHT
Blood goes everywhere.  His lifeless body falls on the wheel.
BACK TO SCENE
Sofia lasts bullet strikes the tire.  The Mercury tumbles out of control.  Flipping and tumbling over in a brutal manner.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
Sofia turns back around, gripping the wheel again.  Tommy looks at her strangely.  She has learned a lot from him.  Both of their hearts begin to slow down.
EXT. QUEEN'S HOTEL - WIDE SHOT - nIGHT
A rent 'em by the hour sleaze pit near an El train track. Seconds later.... the Eldorado screeches to a STOP!
INT. qUEEN'S HOTEL - lobby - nIGHT
No one is around.  No one except the HOTEL CLERK behind the bared desk, reading a pornographic magazine.  The door opens up.
The hotel clerk tears his eyes from the mag to the door.
HOTEL CLERK'S POV: 
Tommy and Sofia enter.  Maria hanging over his shoulder.  They approach the desk.
SOFIA
What...?
BACK TO SCENE
Hotel clerk
Nothing.  You two are about the only normal fuckin thing I've seen all fuckin night.
HOTEL CLERK'S POV:
Tommy and Sofia turn to each other.  A look.  They turn back to the clerk.
TOMMY
We'd like a room.
EXT. qUEEN'S HOTEL - outside window - nIGHT
An El train ROARS and RUMBLES by with a rattling blur of gray metal.  Tommy in the b.g. paces back and fourth in the room.  The dial tone starts HUM o.s.
INT. qUEEN'S HOTEL - TOMMY AND mercedes' ROOM - nIGHT
Tommy continues to his stride with a cell phone to his ear.  Sofia sits on the bed with the sawed-off in her hands.  Maria is cuffed to a cast iron radiator.  Still ball-gagged.  Stares deeply into the double barrel.  The dial tone continues to HUM when...
SONNY (V.O.)
Yeah...?
TOMMY
It's me, Sonny.
INTERCUT:
INT. SPARAZZA MANSION - DEN - nIGHT
Everyone is there.  Leon and the Sparazza crew, and Don VITO BORRELLI, a bit older then Sonny.  Vito and his crew stand or sit around in sharp suits and chains.
ToMMY (V.O.)
Put me on speaker.
He does.  He places the cell phone on the nightstand.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
Is Vito there?
Vito
Yeah I'm here, you fuckin cocksucking fagot!  What the fuck've you done with my kids you fuckin bastard?!  If you so much as fuckin touch 'em..
ToMMY
You don't fuckin calm the fuck down, Vito, I'll see to it that your fuckin daughter gets gang rapped by a bunch of fuckin niggers, and gets two whole fuckin months of torture by The Surgeon before I even think about killing her! 
Vito sits back down.  Still heated.  Eyes filled with white hot rage.  Ready to snap somebody's neck.
ToMMY (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Your daughter's safe for now, Vito.  Now I'm sure that Sonny has filled you in on what's going on, right?
VITO
Yeah...
TOMMY
Good.  Now here's what you do.  The El train in Washington Heights.  One hour from now.  One man with the money in a red backpack.  Maria  won't be on the platform but I will.  If the money isn't there two minutes after, kiss your fuckin daughter good-bye, Borrelli.
He hangs up.
INT. spARAZZA MANSION - DEN - nIGHT
Sonny collects his phone.  Everyone stays quiet.
INT. qUEEN'S HOTEL - TOMMY AND SOFIA'S ROOM - nIGHT
Tommy sits in a chair by the open window.  Neon lights from other buildings find their way into the room.
He toys with his snub nose.  Spinning the cylinder over and over.  It's hard to tell if he's nervous or if this is how he prepares himself when doing ransom demands.
Sofia walks over to him.  Getting close to him.  Knowing that his mind is on the fritz.
SOFIA
Take it easy, papi.  It'll all come in due time.
She glides her hand through his hair.  He shuts his eyes, letting her hands explore his head.
TOMMY
I'm not worried about that.  I'm worried about you.
She makes a look.  A bit surprised.  This coming from a guy that doesn't mind killing people.  But saying this to a lonely hooker?
ToMMY (CONT'D)
I know that we just meet two days ago, but two days is all the time I need to get to know someone.  I don't wanna see anything happen to you cause of my personal shit.  You know this whole night got me thinking about meeting someone that you've searched for your whole life.  And then when you find that person you fall for 'em.  But then you get 'em involved in your problems.  And then you're back to being alone.
(a beat)
Maybe I should've left you there.
Sofia wraps her arms around his line-backer shoulders.
SOFIA
Side from God, you're the only person that really cared for me. You had the chance to kick me to the curb like every person that I've laid my eyes on.  But you didn't.  I think that person you've been looking for... is with you right now.
Their soulful eyes lock onto on another.  They've both been searching for that special someone in life.  They kiss.
DISSOLVE TO:
A SEQUENCE OF CUTS.  DETAILS.  IMPRESSIONS.
Sofia, a VERY CLOSE ANGLE, as she grimaces in divine agony.  Tommy, his face rapt.  His hand, clutching the pillow as if to kill it.  It is explosive, torrential.  A confluence of fate and will.
DISSOLVE TO:
I/E. EL TRAIN ENTRANCE - WASHINGTON HEIGHTS - nIGHT
Time to get paid.  The 'EL' consists of a network of eight heavy rail lines totaling 106.1 route miles (57.1 miles elevated, 36.9 miles (59 km) surface, and 12.1 miles (19 km) subway) on over 242.6 miles (390 km) of double-track rail line with 144 stations.
Two 'EL' trains approach the T-junction at the southeast corner of The Loop.  A westbound 'EL' train crosses the south branch of the Chicago River.  A train runs through the loop.
I/E. el train entrance - niGHT
A SUIT stands just inside the turnstiles keeping watch.
An average FLAT-FOOT walks down the street.  Keeping an eye on things.  Just as he passes a dark alley he is VIOLENTLY YANKED in.  We hear a series of PUNCHES.
THE SUIT
Twenty feet behind him A DOOR.  Transit Employees Only.  It opens and Tommy slips out.  The Suit stares out, puts a cigarette in his mouth, strikes a match.  As he cups his hands for a light.
Tommy is suddenly there, an old-fashioned straight-edged razor makes friends with the Suit's throat.  The Suit freezes, stays that way until the match in his hand burns his fingers.  He drops it, the cigarette hanging from his mouth.
TOMMY
Backup.
They step back through the employee door.
A moment passes, then Tommy exits alone.  He takes a puff of the cigarette, then crushes it under his heel.
EXT. EL TRAIN - PLATFORM - nIGHT
Two trains flank the platform.  A lit sign reads: NEXT TRAIN with an arrow pointing to the left.  Its doors open.
Two dozen people board.  Only two remain:
A STOCKY BLACK WORKMAN sits on a platform bench reading the midnight paper, a LUNCH BUCKET beside him.  
At the other end a BUSINESSMAN stands holding a cup of coffee.  He stares out.
Ext. men's room - nIGHT
Next to, but out of sight of the platform.  Through an archway, you can see train doors slide shut.  Tommy steps back, reaches the men's door and enters.
INT. mEN'S ROOM - nIGHT
TWO GUYS, maybe college students, at the urinals.  Tommy takes the third spot.  A low half-PARTITION between each. They all face the white tilled wall.  
Then the two guys exchange a look, looking over at Tommy.  BIG RUMBLE as the train leaves.
ANGLE ON TOMMY TO REVEAL
Fly up, he holds the Smith & Wesson model 5906 barrel against the partition wall.
As the GUY closest goes for a waistband Glock 25 - BLAM!
Tommy shoots him through the partition.  Blood splatters.
Down he goes.  The other GUY starts to make move, but is caught flatfooted.  BLAM!  Down with his partner in a bloody mess.
EXT. MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT
Tommy exits alone.  He dumps the two Glocks in the trash, slides the Smith & Wesson in his waistband.
EXT. eL TRAIN - PLATFORM - nIGHT
The businessman still stands holding his coffee.  "Pssst."  He turns around.  Tommy stands inside a support column, the Smith & Wesson leveled.
TOMMY (O.S.)
Try anything and I'll plug you.
(a beat)
Backup.
He does.  Backing up, out of the stocky Black workman's view.
Tommy keeps the gun on the businessman, he whips out the razor blade and with lightspeed, drags it across the businessman's throat.  SHLORK!  Blood showers the ground.
STOCKY BLACK WORKMAN - PLATFORM BENCH
Voice (O.S.)
(to the Blackman)
Hey, man, we found him, c'mon let's go.
The Black workman grabs his launch bucket and takes the stares flanking his right.  Just as he enters the stairwell - Tommy is standing there with his Smith & Wesson aiming at the Black workman.  BLAM!
CUT TO TOMMY:
He drags the dead businessman and the dead Black workman.  He drags them through a dark alley.
Tommy throws them in a green dumpster under a lamppost in a back alley.
EXT. eL TRAIN - PLATFORM - nIGHT
The other train's about to go.
A few LATE ARRIVALS also board.
Tommy's all alone on the platform, till a YOUNG MAN rushes out after a train.  Dressed in a blue tracksuit, in running shoes, he curses his bad luck.  As he settles down to wait...
Tommy tucks his Smith & Wesson inside his leather blazer, waits.
I/E. TURNSTILES - TRAIN ENTRANCE - nIGHT
Among others, Sofia enters.  A few people follow, then, a MAN with a RED BACKPACK.
EXT. eL TRAIN - PLATFORM - nIGHT
Another train pulls in.  Sofia arrives, passes Tommy like she doesn't even fuckin' know him.  Just another hooker trying to catch a train.  The man steps out, carries the backpack at his side. 
He looks around, spots starring at him.  He's a little surprised.  But he buries it and starts down the platform.  People board.  So does Sofia with a BACKWARD GLANCE.
Passing the tracksuit man who finishes his talk on the cell phone.  The man finally stops across from Tommy.  The man sets the backpack on the bench.  Turning, he starts away.
ToMMY
Open it.
The man turns, looks back with a look.
Man
It's all fuckin there, pal.
Tommy reacts to the man's attitude.
ToMMY
I don't give a flying fuck.  Open the fuckin bag!
The man shrugs, steps forward.  As he bends to the backpack, Tommy sees something beyond him.  Something he didn't see coming.
THE TRACKSUIT WEARING MAN
Who was late for the train aiming a .44 magnum Desert Eagle.
We do a SHAW-BROTHERS-STYLE ZOOM into Tommy's eyes.
Tommy brings up his Smith & Wesson; the man draws a Glock as well.  The man is ripped in the CROSSFIRE between Tommy and the tracksuit wearing man.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  Blood is flying everywhere from the man.
I/E. eL TRAIN ENTRANCE - nIGHT
Suddenly a black 1937 Cadillac Fleetwood stops with a screeching halt.
EXT. el TRAIN - PLATFORM - nIGHT
People scream and run for their lives.  WHUMP!  Tommy is hit in the chest.  He falls back, ends up sitting on the platform.
SOFIA
At the end of the platform, reacting.  She runs to Tommy.
Just as Sofia nears the stairwell where the Blackman was tagged, FIVE THUGS in black suits with 9mm Berettas and a sawed-off barrel and stock Remington 870 Wingmaster, storm the platform.
SERGIO LEONE CU:
Sofia whips out the sawed-off from inside her jacket.  BOOM!
One MAN is HIT in the chest and PROPELLED THROUGH the AIR BACKWARDS.  Landing on his men.  Sofia fires again but misses.  The shotgun thug fires - KA-CHUNK! BOOM!  The 12-gauge slug hits the light above Sofia.  From his angle that's all he can shoot.
Sofia runs for cover.  Hiding behind a green trash can.
From a sitting position, Tommy fires several times. Tracksuit man sprawls back dead.  He ejects the clip and slams in a new one.  KA-CHAK!
The four remaining thugs finally reach the platform.  Firing at Sofia who is still behind the trash can.  She takes out the smokin' red shells and loads in new fresh ones from her jacket pocket.  SNAPPING the barrel closed.
With Tommy lays on his belly on the platform.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  He fires at the thugs attacking his girlfriend.  Three of 'em spin around and fire their 9mm Berettas.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
The shotgun thug fires at Tommy as well.  KA-CHUNK! BOOM!    The platform is getting chewed up by 9mm and 12-gauge slugs.  Tommy rolls out of the kill-point shot.
Sofia looks around the trash can, and fires one 12-gauge slug in the back of a pistol shooting thug.  BOOM!  Blows a hole in his back.  The shotgun thug and one pistol thug turns around and fires at Sofia, while the other one walks and fires at Tommy.  
BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
The trash can isn't gonna protect Sofia any longer.  The pistol thug next to the shotgun thug leaves him and goes with the other.  The shotgun thug just waits for the right moment.
Tommy gets up from the platform, sitting on the platform bench.  Draws out his Smith & Wesson Mountain revolver.  His chest aches.  Just as the two pistol thugs emerge from the corner - Tommy fires both guns.  BLAM! BANG! BLAM! BANG!  They retreat behind the corner.
We RETURN back to the shotgun thug.  BOOM!  Blows a hole in the platform near Sofia.  She whips her head to the left right, shielding herself from the wooden confetti.  As she opens her eyes, she sees an empty beer bottle.  The shotgun thug pumps a 12-gauge slug in the chamber.  
Sofia breaks out her Rapier Beretta, tucks it under her left arm, grabs the bottle and tosses it backwards like a grenade.  The shotgun thug trains his eyes on the bottle for about two seconds - but that's all that Sofia needs.  
She springs up and fires her sawed-off - BOOM!  The 12-gauge slug blows a hole in the thug's chests.  Blood EXPLODES.  Sofia fires off six rounds from her Rapier Beretta - BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  Dies bloodily.  
BACK TO Tommy, fires again both guns to keep them back.  Then, TOMMY LEAPS OUT IN AN ACTION STYLE DIVE, firing both Smith & Wessons.  BLAM! BANG! BLAM! BANG! BLAM!  Plugs both thugs.  They slump to the platform while Tommy hits the ground HARD.
Tommy clinches his jaw.  Sofia sees her man on the ground.  Hurt.
SOFIA
(concerned)
Tommy!
She throws down the sawed-off and runs to Tommy.
Tommy crawls to the backpack, opens it.  It's stuffed with phone books.  No cash.
TOMMY
(heated, feeling the pain)
You motherfuckin, guinea, cocksuckers.
Sofia comes to his add.  Helps him walk.  They walk down the stairs.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
They start across the street.  Tommy opens the door and slides in.  Sofia enters.
Tommy unbuttons his shirt to reveal - - A BULLET PROOF VEST.  Tommy pulls out the dented slug.  Tosses it.  He takes off the vest and dons his jacket.
SOFIA
No money?
TOMMY
No money?
Tommy closes the door - - when a PAIR OF HEADLIGHTS FLASH them from behind.  He jerks around....
An UNMARKED CAR.  It's Al and Jose, climbing out...
ToMMY (CONT'D)
Fuck.
Al and Jose coming closer.  Their dress shoes clacking against the sidewalk.
Jose
Hola, citizens.  How's the night treating you?
Al
Remember us, punk?  You know that was my favorite gun you fuckin took.
JoSE
Mine too.
Al
Now we gotta use these.
They draw out .45 Springfields.  They THUMB back the hammers.  Tommy and Sofia are frozen stiff.
JosE
Hand over the Roscoe.
Tommy does.  Slowly drawing out his piece and handing it to Jose who tucks it in his waistband.
Al
Mr. Borrelli changed the ransom drop to his liking.
JosE
And this ain't, eses.
Al
(to Sofia)
You!  Outta the car.
Sofia pauses.  But Tommy nods to her.  Sofia exits the car.
Jose climbs in.  .45 trained on Tommy.
Al (CONT'D)
(aiming real close)
Follow me, and don't get lost.
He turns back to Jose.  Grinning.
I/E. '54 CADILLAC ELDORADO - nIGHT
Tommy follows Al's 1952 Hudson Hornet.  Sofia up front next to Al.  Keeps glancing back at Tommy.
INT. '52 hudson hornet - nIGHT
Al eyeballing Tommy in the mirror.  Ignores Sofia. Longpoint off-ramp approaching....
EXT. longpoint war boars arena - night 
A newly renovated local arena.  Amateur team digs.  Tommy parks alongside Al.  One of Borrelli's gargantuan bodyguards awaits them at the arena entrance.
Sofia walks close to Tommy.  Al and Jose escort them in, followed by the Borrelli guards.
INT. lONGPOINT WAR BOARS ARENA - nIGHT
Jose gestures Tommy.  Sofia keeping pace with him. Tommy winks at Sofia.  He spies their welcoming party at the edge of the basketball court.  Tommy and Sofia enter a freaky-ass arena.
The normal bright white lights that would usually light up the arena are replaced with strategically placed BLACK LIGHTS above the court.
The surface of the waxed court turns cool magenta, the War Boar's LOGO glowing luminescent pink, blue, yellow and green.  It's a trippy rave-like effect.
We see Sonny, holding a duffle bag.  Shadowed by his son Leon and a bulky Sparazza thug. Next to them, Vito Borrelli and his bodyguard.  Out on the court: TWO MEN go to town on Larry Brikowski with Louisville baseball bats. They Babe Ruth his ass.  Over and over. 
Just whaling on him.  He grunts and moans constantly.
SonNY
Bring 'em down here.  C'mon down.
Jose nudges Tommy toward Sonny and Vito. 
Leon ignores Tommy, directs his attention to Sofia. Winking her.
SonNY (CONT'D)
Long time no see, huh, Tommy?
Tommy bumps into Sonny.
SonNY (CONT'D)
Watch where you fuckin walk, you prick.
Tommy doesn't answer.  Just cold stares the man.
SoNNY (CONT'D)
(to the batters)
Okay that's enough.
They stop.  Larry spits out a spoon of blood.  His face is covered with his own blood.
Al
Gentlemen, If you don't need us anymore, we'll be on our way.
LeON
Thank you, detectives.
Al and Jose walk off the court.  Leaving the mob bosses to their business.  Vito continues to stay quite with white hot rage building up.
SoNNY
(opens the bag)
You see this fuckin money?  This is as close as you'll ever get to it, punk.
Sonny zips it up.  Hands it to his goon.
SoNNY (CONT'D)
We wouldn't be here if this fuckin shylock kept his fuckin trap shut.  Maybe old Jimmy would still be alive.
LARRY
(sobbing; begging)
Please Mr. Sparazza, I'm sorry.  I really am.  Please.
LeON
Sorry isn't gonna fuckin bring back Jimmy, nor is it gonna save your fuckin life, bitch.
Sonny signals one of the batters.  Batter #1 pulls out a Glock 21.  Aims it at the back of Larry's head.  BLAM! THWOP!
Full-blown execution.  Blood splatters onto the court, forms a dark pool under the black lights.
VITO
Alright, enough of this shit!
(points to Tommy)
Where the fuck are my fuckin kids?!
They both stay silent.  Vito grows impatient.  He SLAPS Sofia across her face.  SMACK!  She bites down on her tears.  They goons hold Tommy back.
TOMMY
Don't you fuckin touch her!  Don't you lay a fuckin finger on her, you motherfucker!  You Fuckin, bitch!  Fuckin hit me!  Hit me you motherfucker!  C'MON!
SONNY
You shut the fuck up!
VITO
Tell me where my fuckin kids are!
TOMMY
Well, you're only gonna get one kid, you two-face fuckin fagot!  Fuck you!
VITO
What the fuck did you fuckin say?!
TOMMY
Oh you fuckin hear me you fuckin, bitch!  Your only fuckin son is dead!  Dead as fucking Disco!
VITO
(angry beat)
You FUCKIN LIAR!  YOU FUCKIN LIAR!!
Vito straight col-cocks Tommy in the face.  POP!  Gushing out blood from his nose and mouth.  Vito nods to Sonny.  He gestures something to his son and Sparazza thug.
They grab Tommy.  They throw him to the court.  Hard. Sliding to the batters.  Face down.
TOMMY
You fucks!  You fuckin motherfuckers!  I'm gonna fuckin kill you!  Fuck you, motherfuckers!
The two batters start WHACKING him.  KRACK!... KRACK!  One bat KRACKS him across his face.  Blood spits out from his mouth. "AAARGGGHH!"
ToMMY (CONT'D)
IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO, YOU GINZO MOTHERFUCKER?!
They continue to beat the living crap out of him.  But harder.  Sofia turns to Vito.  He SMACKS her across her face again.  SMACK!  Blood flies from her mouth.
TOMMY (CONT'D)
YOU FUCKIN, ASSHOLE!  DON'T YOU FUCKIN TOUCH HER!
Vito throws a RIGHT HOOK into Sofia's gut.  BAM!  She bends over, coughing hard.
A Louisville BAT ricochets off Tommy's right cheek.  Leaves a puck sized welt just below his eye.  Vito guffaws from the sidelines.
VITO
(to his neanderthal bodyguard)
Gimme your gun.
The bodyguard pulls out a Glock 20.  KA-CHAK!  Vito grabs Sofia, she starts shouting Spanish cuss words at Vito.  He throws her to the court a few feet away from Tommy....
TOMMY
(begging)
Don't you fuckin do it, Vito! Don't you do it!  I'll talk!  I'll fuckin talk, I'll tell you whatever you fuckin wanna know!  Don't fuckin do it!
VITO
No, asshole!  First I'm gonna kill your fuckin spic whore, then, afterwards you'll fuckin talk!
A batter WHACKS him in the ribs.  KRACK!  Tommy GRUNTS, on the verge of passing out....
TOMMY
Awe, fuck you, Sonny!  I ain't taking the fuckin heat for you anymore.  You cocksucking bitch!  It wasn't supposed to go down this way.
SONNY
(stumped)
The fuck are you talking about?
TOMMY
You know what the fuck I'm talking about.  You ain't gonna fuckin hang me out to fuckin dry.  You wanted Borrelli's offspring's dead.  You made me a half a million dollar deal!
Vito lowers the Glock, turns to Sonny and Leon.
ToMMY (CONT'D)
Why do you think he didn't send a fuckin hit squad while I was in fuckin jail?  Why do you think he waited till now to make me a deal I couldn't refuse?  Cause he was fuckin planning this from day one.
LeON
Eh, Vito you gonna take his fuckin word over ours?  C'mon you gotta be fucked in the fuckin head to believe his fuckin bullshit.
ToMMY
His right, Vito.  You gotta be fucked in the head to believe me.  Cause you know how they say "a picture is worth a thousand words", well a personal object is worth a million.
ViTO 
The fuck are you talking about?!
TOMMY
Patrick's ring.  The fuckin ring that you gave to Patrick.  Sonny wanted the ring, Vito.  He's got it on him!  He promised me that he'll take the fuckin price off my head if I did him a fuckin favor.
LEON
You lying motherfucker!
Everyone looks to Sonny.
SonNY
Alright!  You know what, fine, fuck it.  You wanna see a fuckin ring?
Sonny digs through his pockets, pulling them out.  His wallet falls out, couple of loose change, a zippo and... A RING.
SERGIO LEONE CU:
We TRACK the RING as it falls to the ground and rolls across the court to Vito's feet.
Vito picks it up, he reads what's inscribed on the inside of the ring.
EX-CU:
"To Patrick, love Dad".
FLASHBACK: 
Tommy bumps into Sonny.
SERGIO LEONE EX-CU: 
He slips the ring into Sonny's coat pocket.  Sneaky, light fingers Tommy.
BACK TO SCENE
Vito turns his attentions to Sonny who is dumbstruck.
LEON
Alright, alright, FUCK THIS BULLSHIT!
Leon whips out his chrome Beretta 92FS with white gold small parts.  KA-CHAK!  Pushes past Vito to get to Tommy on the court.
LEON (CONT'D)
You're a fuckin dead man, nigger!....
Vito snaps his fingers at his neanderthal.  The thug unveils a Mossberg 500 8mm 12-gauge from beneath his coat.  Levels it at Leon stomping on the court, heading straight for Tommy...
SONNY
LEON!
Sonny gestures something to his bodyguard.  He whips out his Raging Bull model 444 .44 magnum as all hell breaks loose....
Leon steamrollering toward Tommy, going for the close kill.  BOOM!  12-gauge BLAST tears Leon's chest out. Blood and organs spill out like the zombie from George A. Romero's "Day of the Dead."
SONNY (CONT'D)
LEEOONN!!!
Leon pirouettes on the court, reflexes with his Beretta.... BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!!
Batter #2 takes a slug in the throat, opening his carotid artery, sending blood spraying all around, stumbles backwards.  The batter #1 fumbles for his Glock...
Tommy rolls to get out of the line of Leon's reflex fire, 9mm slugs chewing up day-glow wood chips just inches from his head.
Sofia gets a WHACK to the face, drops to her knees, hugs herself...
BOOM! Sonny's bodyguard fires at the neanderthal with the Mossberg.  Hits him in the chest... the neanderthal loses balance.  Hits the court, back first, BLASTING back with the Mossberg... BOOM!  The bodyguard loses his whole face.
Vito coming at Sonny with his Glock 20.  Sonny fumbling with his chrome Colt .45 as he races over to the Mossberg.  Vito fires.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!
The last slug drills Sonny's leg, then CLICK-JAM!  A shell is caught in the breech.  Sonny turns around, aims, CLICK-JAMS as well.  They both lunge at each other, tumbling to the court...
Tommy crawls across the court, digging through the dead batter's coat - - ripping out his Ruger P90 .45 ACP... just as batter #1 draws down on him.  BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  In the man's panic, he pops an entire clip wide, spitting up more luminescent wood confetti...
Tommy, with his back pressed to the court, RETURNS FIRE... BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  The batter takes four square hits in the chest, slip-flipping in an explosion of glow-chips.
Tommy staggers to his feet... suddenly HIT from behind by one of the guards from the entrance.  The man shoulders Tommy to the court, the Ruger sliding out of reach...
The entrance guard tackles Tommy.  Fists after fists. Tommy surprises him with a left hook.  Tommy PLANTS his HEEL in the guard's chest, pushes him off...
Sofia comes around, picks up on Tommy's fix.  She scuttles across the bloody court, snatches up the Glock 19 that was dropped...
SOFIA
Tommy!
Sofia slides the Glock toward Tommy... just as the guard draws out a .38 revolver from his ankle holster...
Tommy snatches up the Glock... BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! BLAM!  Drills several holes through his chest and head...
Tommy whips around, when, the second entrance guard BUTTWHACKS Tommy in the hand with a bat, Glock out of grasp.  The guard WHIPS the bat across Tommy's face.  Blood flies.
The guard stomps on his chest and KICKS him in the ribs.  KRACK!
Tommy tumbles back onto the court.  The second entrance guard dives on top of Tommy, jabs his bat against Tommy's throat, presses down... Tommy gags.
Tommy knees him in the balls and the entrance guard rolls over.  Tommy has the upper hand now.
Still grappling on the ground, Sonny and Vito are going at one another like mad old dogs.  Vito repeatedly HEADBUTTS Sonny, pulverizing his nose.  Lots of blood gushes out.  Sonny KNEES him in the balls.
Sonny rolls over, belly crawls for the dead neanderthal's Mossberg... Vito dives on top of Sonny as he takes hold of the shotgun.  They grapple for it.  Sonny aims the shotgun down to the floor.  BOOM!  Blows Vito's foot-off.  "AAARGGGHHH!!"
Sonny shoves Vito into the scorer's board, KA-CHUNK! BOOM!  Blows his chest off.  Blood smears on the scorer's board as Vito collapses to the floor.  Sonny staggers around, triumphantly grasping the Mossberg.  Walks across the court to Tommy, still struggling with the guard on top, seconds away from having his windpipes crushed...
Sonny KICKS Tommy off.  Sticks the barrel of the shotgun between the guard's chest - - KA-CHUNK! BOOM!!  Blood covers the court and Tommy, a large gaping, smoking hole in his chest.
Sonny KICKS the dead guard, lowers the Mossberg between Tommy's eyes...
SONNY
You know you got my fuckin son killed you fuckin scumbag!
(beat; realizing)
You fuckin planned this whole fuckin thing didn't you?!
TOMMY
(starts laughing)
Since those goombah motherfuckers crashed through my fuckin door, sunny-boy.  Kill two fuckin birds with one fuckin bullet.  Oldest trick in the fuckin book.  So go ahead, motherfucker, unload that bitch into me!  Blow me the fuck away!
Tommy laughs hard in pain.
SONNY
(also laughs)
Oh.  So... you think you're so fuckin funny, huh?
(stops laughing)
Well that's good.  Cause you're gonna laugh your fuckin way to hell, you fuckin cocksucker!  After I get down blowing your fuckin brains all over this fuckin court, I'm gonna take your spic and fuck her six ways till fuckin Sunday.
KA-CHUNK!  Sonny pumps the Mossberg...
SONNY (CONT'D)
Sayonara, motherfucker!
BLAM!  Sonny staggers back with a stunned expression.  Tommy snatches the Mossberg and sweeps Sonny off his feet.  BOOM!  Blows his face off.  Blood splatters Tommy's face.
Tommy raises his head in shock...
Sofia standing a few feet away... Ruger in her hand --still directed at the faceless mob boss.  Blood streaming from her face.  A bit shaky.
Tommy gets up, walks over to Sofia, pries the Ruger out of her hand. 
They walk towards the duffle bag filled with half a million.  They embrace each other.
DISSOLVE TO black:
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. PHILLIES - TOMMY AND SOFIA - NIGHT
Tommy lights a cigarette from his pack of Ace of Spade cigarette pack.  A band-aid covers the bridge of his nose.  His face is bruised like he just got done fighting George Foreman, Muhammad Ali and Mike Tyson all together.  
He takes a drag.  Blows the smoke through his nose.  Then, Sofia takes the cigarette.
TOMMY
So we got half a million in the back of the car; what'd you feel like doing?
Sofia takes a moment.
SOFIA
Tahiti looks good this time of year.
TOMMY
It's July, babydoll.  Everything looks good in July.
WIDEN: 
Pullback to INCLUDE one CUSTOMER and one EMPLOYEE - pullback some more --
EXT. PHILLIES - NIGHT
The urban street is empty outside the diner, and inside none of the three patrons is apparently looking or talking to the others but instead are lost in their own thoughts.  
Tommy and Sofia mimic the 1942 painting Nighthawks by the great American painter Edward Hopper that portrays people sitting in a downtown diner late at night.
FREEZE FRAME:
FADE OUT.
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