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EXT. HILTON HOTEL - DAY
The dust from the explosion is still settling. Sections of
the floors and walls are still breaking off and tumbling down
to the street below. Cops, Firefighters and Paramedics are
scattered around on the street, helping survivors of the
explosion. A few seconds later they are joined by an angry
mob of Hilton employees, among them, servers, housekeepers
and such, all armed to the teeth.
The cops see the armed employees but don't stop them.
Instead, one of the deputies waves them through the
checkpoint. He assigns another officer to them, who leads the
mob to a makeshift tent that reads "Ammo and Weapons Supply",
on the empty parking lot across the street from the Hotel.
The cars that were parked there have been piled up in a
corner with a nearby Construction crane.
INT. 2ND FLOOR RUINED MEN'S RESTROOMS
A man runs into the restrooms. Water splashing all around him
from broken and twisted pipes. He runs into the middle stall
and slams the door shut.
A housekeeper, Connie, hears the slam of the door. She loads
her AK-47 and nods to her mob, who have restocked on ammo.
She leaves the tent, they follow her.
EXT. BATHROOM STALL
He's sitting on the Toilet Bowl, sweating heavily. He's
thinking about his next step, murmuring to himself. It's
Jerry. The sweat runs down his body as if he were under a
He hears commotion down below. He kneels and peeks underneath
the stall door.
Someone shouts "Alli" in spanish.
Connie levels her AK-47 and shoots.
EXT. BATHROOM STALL
The bullets hit the stall door, but all miss Jerry, who feels
around the back of the bowl. He finds something. It's an M
16. He checks the clip, and cocks it.
Come on out, you Son of a Bitch!
Come on out!
Jerry opens up a brand new Gin bottle. He downs a big gulp.
Breathing very heavily, Jerry clutches his arm to his chest,
in very big pain.
More shots ring out. They hit the stall. Jerry blind-shoots
under the stall door.
It's Pimentel, with his Colt 45. And he grabs the Director of
Engineering, John, and presses his colt to John's temple.
Somebody yells towards Jerry.
It's Colleen, the Room Service lady.
This bastard is finished....if You
don't come out now...we just want
to talk to you. We're not mad.
Pimentel drops John, who runs away. From the back, a molotov
bottle comes flying over their heads and towards the stall.
INT. BATHROOM STALL
The molotov bottle hits the stall door, but the fire
dissipates fast. Some of the fire spills into the stall.
Jerry extinguishes it with some rubble. A shooting pain jolts
up and down his injured arm. Jerry clutches his arm tightly.
It's all dark where the wires shocked him.
The Molotov launcher is Uniform manager Rita. She is sitting
in some sort of homemade giant sling. A label on the bottom
of the sling reads "Property of Engineering Dept".
Rita loads another Molotov. She fires. She keeps doing so
many times. Employees are bringing in backhoes, some of which
have begun digging trenches.
EXT. BATHROOM STALL
The bottles keep hitting everywhere in the bathroom. Somehow
they are avoiding Jerry, who is firing back at the attackers.
This is now turning into a full blown battle.
Jerry keeps firing until he hits one of the people in the
mob. The mob then opens fire. They exchange fire.
He regroups. Looking around, he spots something taped
underneath the Toilet paper rolls. It's a hand grenade. He
rips it off the tape, pulls the pin.
He takes a second to think this through, but decides and lobs
the grenade down the rubble. The grenade rolls downhill --
-- until it stops next to Rita.
It explodes and throws Rita off the chair, who was protected
from the blast by a large piece of wall.
Shit...he ain't gon' do nothin'. We
got the advantage. He scared.
More employees arrive. Eager to join in. They quickly seek
The new arrivals are quickly armed. Connie yells out some
commands, the groups split into two. One group heads towards
the main entrance, the other around back.
INT. AUDIO VISUAL OFFICE
Kenny is working at his desk. He's got tons of papers on it,
shuffling them around. He's filing many of them.
Clint comes into the office. He throws his staff down, then
slumps into his chair.
Hey, Kenny. I got a call from
Lighting Electric, and they were
asking if we got our new projectors
Kenny pretends not to know anything about it.
We couldn't cover the cost. We sent
them back three weeks ago.
Yeah, i know. I told her. She's all
like, we never got them. She
checked three times. They're not
That's weird. Scott said they were
shipped out. He made sure of it.
Clint gets closer to Kenny, suspecting something.
Nobody but you and Maggie and Edgar
knows about them being shipped
back. Did you sell them?
Kenny, shocked and confused, stops his work. His face turning
Where did you get an idea like
I'm just saying. If you did, i want
forty percent, only my share to my
silence. Cause, remember nobody
They're here...no weapons.
We got a whole arsenal here. Give
it to them too.
There is a huge line of guests waiting, all who are eager to
get out of the pouring rain and full city, right into the
Hotel's vacant rooms.
The line moves slowly. Guests are chatting amongst
themselves, the Front Desk managers doing all they can to
help the guests.
Red and blue lights start flashing outside. A few seconds
later, paramedics burst in. The front desk manager, Justin,
directs them to the second floor.
The paramedics leave. He runs after them. A kid drops his toy
and Justin trips over it, and spills on the floor. When he
recovers, he kicks the toy away and slaps the kid. The kid
lays out on the floor, motionless.
Justin fixes his tie, then runs off.
INT. GRAND BALLROOM BACK HALLWAY
Banquets employees are huddled around the punch clock. They
are smoking, talking and drinking. Boris and a few guys are
drunk. They start rough housing.
Edgar steps in and warns them. Joe comes from the Banquets
office. He wades through the group of employees. One of them
steps on Joe's foot. Joe head butts him, and keeps going.
Some servers push him away. Joe approaches a houseman named
Ronson! Come here buddy!
Ronson comes closer.
I need you to set Salon 2. It's a
theater for fifty people. A water
station in the back, podium in the
front. Nothing else.
Ronson doesn't answer immediately. He seems to think on it.
What's that supposed to mean?
Means no. I don't wanna do it. I
wanna sit here a while. Tell
Joe thinks for a second. His face expressionless.
Ok. I'll find someone else then.
Joe calls James from all the way down the hall. Suddenly
James starts to sprint towards Joe.
He super kicks Joe straight into his Jaw, just like WWF's
Shawn Michaels with his Sweet Chin Music. Joe spills like a
INT. POOL AREA
Guests are occupying the pool area. Many of them are in the
pool and the hot tub, but many more are outside in the patio
area. A kid is running besides the pool, on the slippery
He rounds a corner, and spills flat on his back with a loud
smack. The other kids laugh. The kid's mom gets up from her
place, walks over to the two laughing kids, and dunks their
heads into the pool.
Through the entrance comes in Russell. He is a night shift
house keeper. He talks to himself. Loudly at times. Most of
the time people hear him laugh when he leaves.
He moves through the pool area, picking up dirty towels and
guest's belongings. He takes phones and wallets mostly.
He enters the locker room.
INT. LOCKER ROOM
In the locker room, towels have been tossed all around
carelessly. Most have absorbed the water from the floor.
Russell comes in, talking to himself.
There is a sound from the stalls, people taking dumps.
Russell doesn't mind.
He moves to the lockers. He opens Locker #1, rifles through
the stuff. He finds a phone and wallet and an antique pocket
watch. He takes the things and slams the locker shut.
He takes out some kind of device. Like a modified remote
control. He points it at the rest of the locker locks. One by
one, they click open.
He continues rummaging through the lockers.
INT. 7TH FLOOR - ROOM 720
A house keeper is cleaning the guest room. She throws out a
huge bag of cash.
On one of the carts there is a box with all of the lost and
found stuff. All of the things have tags, with the employee
names who will take them, on them.
INT. 7TH - ROOM 718
An arabic house keeper comes out of the guest bathroom,
toilet flushing and overflowing behind him.
He goes to the side of the bed, where the occupants are
having sex. He grabs a garbage bag, then heads out the door.
INT. 7TH FLOOR HALLWAY
The hallway has been filled to the brink with furniture and
appliances from the rooms along with guest's luggage. All of
them have name tags of the employees on them.
The security guard, Josh, is standing in the middle of the
fracas. Some employees approach him. They point to the
furniture. He shakes his head in a yes way.
The other employee doesn't like it. They start arguing. Josh
shows them a big dresser and a large flat screen tv. The
employees nod in compliance and point to a king size bed.
They take out money and pay Josh. Josh pockets the money. The
employees drag the dresser and TV away, towards the guest
A housekeeper brings Josh an iPhone 3gs. He takes it. She
takes out a huge wad of cash, hands it to him. Josh gives her
INT. LOADING DOCK
The Loading dock is filled with boxes and supplies for the
hotel. The dishwashers are emptying their garbage cans into
Two trailers have been crammed into the small loading dock.
From one trailer, people are unloading all the stuff the
From the other trailer, people are loading up furniture,
televisions, kitchen ware etc, into the trailer. Maggie, the
shipping/receiving clerk comes out on the dock. She's got
some forms in her hands.
Hey, Jimbo! I got the loading
confirmations. Looks like you are
all set to go.
Jimbo, who appears to be the Truck driver, jumps down from
Took long enough. These cheap asses
think I got all day?
They got their work figured out.
Jimbo laughs. He waves "bye" to Maggie and disappears behind
the Trailer. The dishwashers have started opening up boxes
and taking what's valuable.
Egdar! Come here!
Egdar appears out of nowhere, like a ghost. She gives him
some Loading form. Edgar scans it, the forms reflecting off
of his pitch black sun glasses.
After a moment, he signs the form and hands it to the driver.
The driver yells something in Spanish and the rest hurry.
They close the trailer. A second later the trailer pulls out.
Jimbo pulls out slowly with his truck. He stops suddenly,
almost running someone over. He pulls his air horn.
Son of a Bitch.
From the outside comes Matthesson with some co-workers.
Was that really necessary? That
giving away of our property?
Go screw yourself, Matthesson.
Matthesson disregards the comment. He turns his attention to
Edgar, who doesn't even flinch.
What do you say?
We don't give anything out.
So that makes it alright to
disguise giving away property? I
will have you animals straightened
out once we are in power here.
You can eat shit, Matthesson. You
ain't ever gonna be in power here.
You or your Union.
Yeah, we'll see.
Edgar says something into the Radio. He tries to leave.
Matthesson puts his hand on Edgar's shoulder.
Or what. You gonna arrest me?
A long beat on Edgar. He stares a hole through Matthesson.
INT. P5 CELLAR - HOLDING CELLS
Matthesson's face pressed against the cell bars. He is
screaming angrily at Edgar, who is locking the door.
The cells are full of thieves and other scum. Matthesson
starts pounding on the bars with his head until he starts
bleeding and stops from blood loss.
The prisoners in his cell, are roasting rats over a small
fire. One prisoner runs around the cell. He catches a rat,
breaks it's neck and skins it. He prods the rat on a small
twig and sets it over the fire.
One of the prisoners starts playing the Harmonica, while
another passes out moldy bread and bagels to everyone.
EXT. HOTEL FRONT
The area is busy with Employees, Firemen, Cops and many more.
Smoke is billowing from the huge gaping hole made by Jerry's
The employees have begun their Siege on the hotel. Occasional
gunfire erupts between the besiegers and the Unionists in the
Hotel. Matthesson's superiors walk through walk through the
encampment of people.
They get to the General Manager and Shawn, who are watching
One of them, Brad Vicks, head of the Union, taps Shawn on the
shoulder. Shawn turns around.
Gentlemen. Brad Vicks. Chairman of
the Union. This here with me, is
President John Cham.
They shake hands with Shawn and the General Manager.
How can we be of service? Anything
There is nothing that we need from
Vicks looks at the Hotel and around. They really don't need
anything. They got food, ammo and stuff. Employees are
running all over, moving ammo, food and making defenses.
We have all that we need.
We really don't think you do.
We've got trucks, loaded and ready,
with food and other supplies you
need. You just say when and where.
Someone runs up to the General Manager. They are what appears
to be a messenger.
Sir, the Housekeeping department
has requested more ammunition.
The General Manager thinks.
Alright. Give it to them.
(Back to Vicks)
We don't need your help. Thanks.
You gentlemen know your way out,
Vicks and Cham don't look too happy. They walk off towards
the front of the Hotel.
At the front of the Hotel, very heavy fighting is going on.
The besiegers are trying to gain access to the boarded up
Hotel. Lots of injured are brought back on stretchers, but
none are killed.
INT. HOUSEKEEPING OFFICE
Four people sit in the Office, having a meeting. Sanita,
Mirsada and two girls from the Human resources. They all are
smoking and drinking.
Times are tough. I mean, you've
seen for yourself what has been
going on these last few weeks. How
can we work like that?
How do you mean?
Whatever are they doing outside, is
costing us in here. We are running
low on stuff. Our performance and
Guest obligation suffers because of
We don't change sheets on the beds.
We don't get new sheets. Customers
complain. But they come back every
time, for some reason. I don't
Mindy gets up and goes to a Vending Machine. She stops. It's
empty. She punches the machine, then sits back down.
There is nothing. All the machines
are empty. I hear Banquets served
the last Coke three days ago and
now only have Water from the tap to
Circumstances have hit us hard,
yes. But we can't let that (points
to outside) break us. We're
stronger than that.
What if talk with Union? Maybe they
can help. I hear is very good.
Jenny suddenly becomes aggravated and angry. She slams her
Please don't say that. You can not
know how much we hate that word.
We don't support or acknowledge
their efforts to get us to join
Mirsada shows them some forms from the Housekeeping
department. Jenny and Mindy look through them. They jot
something down on their notebooks.
I think if we talk with Union, they
will help. See this, everything on
the charts fall seventy percent.
This is the last warning about that
word. The next time it's
Termination and deportation.
About the numbers, we'll get them
high up again.
INT. ROOM SERVICE
Martha is taking an order from a guest on the phone. Lita is
preparing service carts. Martha starts arguing with the guest
about something, and slams the phone down.
What was that about?
Oh, they just want shit that we are
out of, again. They refuse to
accept that we are out of Beer and
I heard the the Hookers ran off to
the Grand America and the Mariott.
They're becoming such tight asses
Martha dumps all the food on the cart, not caring. She dumps
Sodas, Ketchup, Mayonaise and other condiments on the cart.
She doesn't care.
Oh, this morning, i tried to steal
some stuff from Banquets, they got
defensive and started shooting.
Very scary. They don't like us.
INT. ALPINE BALLROOM
The room is in session. It is full of rounds of ten and
servers are walking around the room, serving them.
A server walks around his tables, checking up on them. He
sits down at one of the tables. Nobody pays him attention.
He removes the metal plate cover and starts eating. He calls
two more servers to come eat. They come to the table, sit
down and start eating.
They talk with the guests as if they were friends.
So, Arafat. Are you guys busy
The server, Arafat, has three plates in front of him. He's
finished two, and is getting started on the third.
Very busy. No sit down. Nothing.
And what about your Citizenship?
What with this recent firing of all
those illegals at the Grand
Are you legal?
November 2, 1961. I get them. Very
proud. I love this country.
The guests all murmur and talk to each other. Arafat notices.
He doesn't like it.
You talk about me? You talk shit?
The guests are surprised. Some start murmuring apologetic
phrases. Others, stunned and scared, don't say anything.
No. We're just saying it's good you
got your papers sorted out.
So you think I'm Terrorist, because
i maybe look too dark? Or no
He gets up and overturns the table. He takes out an UZI. The
guests arm themselves too, and a gun fight breaks out, right
in the middle of the dinner.
A guest flags down a server.
Excuse me. Are we going to have
something else to drink?
Sorry, no. All we have is water. We
are out of all else.
Oh, no problem. Thanks.
All the tables in the room have, in fact, water serviced on
them. Usually there would be sodas, wines, beers and more on
them. But since the Siege is in effect, and supplies are
slowly running out...
Boris is walking away from a table with an empty water
pitcher in his hand. Approaching a tray jack, he begins to
feel sick and throws up into the water pitcher.
He sets the pitcher on the tray jack and runs out of the
room, through the back entrance. A guest calls the server
that is standing next to the tray jack.
Can we have some water over here,
The server picks up the pitcher Boris left.
INT. SEMINAR THEATER
A Banquets meeting is going on. There are some employees
playing Wii Tennis. Most of the employees aren't drinking or
smoking this time.
From now all Coffee breaks and
buffets have to have some sort of
What are we to do? There is not
I know our decoration lineup is
dismal. But make it work. If we
don't have enough decoration, you
lie, cheat and steal until we have
enough. If money is the problem,
get the guests to cover the
charges. They don't give a shit.
Joe calls someone to the front. The woman gets up, and comes
down. Someone shouts an obscenity to her, she throws a Beer
bottle their way.
This, as you know is Aimee, the
Human Resource director. She has
come here to discuss some important
Joe sits down. He starts a game of poker. Employees suddenly
hurry to join the table. A scuffle breaks out.
Let me start off by asking who
lifted the new furniture we got
from IKEA two weeks ago.
Nobody says a word. Someone clears their throat for a long
time, then spits out a huge, disgusting loogie right in front
If you animals don't talk, all of
you in this room will be
terminated. You realize that was a
Shit, what you gon' do? Even if we
don't talk, you can't do a god damn
thing. Someone took it, good for
You know, Clarence, that is a very
bad attitude to have at this job.
Clarence leans back in his chair, inhaling a joint. Next to
him, is a Hunting Sniper Rifle. Locked and Loaded.
You better have a good reason to
I do. Mina said the Housemen did
Typical. She always incriminates
everybody else to get her fat ass
out of the picture.
An Engineer walks through, to the Projector. He props a
ladder and climbs it. He takes a screwdriver and does
something on the projector.
We will find out who it was soon
enough. Also, the gym is for
employees only. Not family.
That also means that you can only
go work out when you are OFF the
clock. If a guest comes to work
out, and all the machines are busy,
and you are using one of them, you
have to get off your fat ass and
let them use it.
Shit, that's the god damn reason i
came to the Gym. To EXCERCISE, not
to be a door mat. Gon' drown them
in the god damn pool.
Joe pockets a large wad of money. Aimee goes back. The poker
So, any Coffee break or Buffet, has
to have decorations on it. And
please try to make them match. I
know you guys don't know two god
damn shits about it, try to make it
Joe takes off his shoes, the nhis socks. He starts massaging
What if people make mistakes?
Mistakes are a hundred dollar fine,
payable to me in cash or money
Somebody comes in, with a tub full of salt water and sets it
in front of Joe, who dumps his feet into it. He calls a
server to come.
The server, reluctantly approaches Joe, who is holding out
soap and brush. The server takes them, kneels and very
reluctantly starts scrubbing Joe's corned up feet.
This is what i think we should do.
If either Servers or Housemen are
doing something wrong, we shouldn't
tell them. We should deliver ten
lashes to the back, how we do it in
Sudan. They will learn then.
I said this so many times before,
whereby you can do something else
that somebody doesn't want to do.
That person thinks he or she is
entitled to do what he or she
thinks is supposed to do.
The Engineer taps something with the screwdriver. Nothing
happens. He taps another thing and suddenly gets shocked with
a huge jolt. The projector goes up in smoke.
You brought up a good point, James.
We said this in the last meeting.
If you see someone do something
that is not correct, then you have
to "Police" them and punish them.
The people in power don't care.
At the end of the day, you animals
are all adults. I have no problem
doing corrective action. You guys
know that. Corrective action in the
form of hitting your wallet.
The Engineer can barely get up. He does so, barely. Kenny
comes in. He takes a look at the projector. It's beyond
Because it's getting to the point
of coaching, where we talk to you
animals and tell you hot to do god
If we see shit like that dirty ass
cup or eating in front of the
guests again, we are going to find
out who did it and the appropriate
amount of money will change hands.
Kenny helps the Ninety-Two year old Maintenance guy up. He
points to the projector. They talk. The engineer waves Kenny
away. They start arguing.
I don't think you guys get it. This
morning we had nine hundred and
eighty guests sitting in the grand
and alpine foyer sitting on the
ground. The set was not set. Their
contact was screaming in my face
for fifteen minutes until Edgar was
able to detain her.
People are walking around. Some are playing Video games,
others are watching movies. Most are complaining that the
meeting is going on for so long.
I love the fact that i can boast of
having the best banquet team in
this city. But right now, that shit
is going down the toilet.
I see this all the time. Action of
the few. That's why this is
Joe completely disregards James.
The reason why we're having this
meeting is not to yell at you.
That's half the reason. You guys
are here for us to take out our
life frustrations on you.
What's up with that shit? Anybody?
Can't you see what those guys are
doing outside? For us? They are
fighting for our right to say HELL
NO to those union dogs that are
waiting like zombies to get to us.
Those people out there, they have
had their spirit broken. They have
no will to fight anymore. We'd be
better off letting the Union just
Joe throws his beer bottle to the ground. It shatters. He
moves his feet in the water. It splashes the server in the
face with dirty, bitter water.
I don't like your point of view,
Kenneth. I don't give two shits
about it. This is the first and
last warning about that word.
This guy, Pavitr Prabhakar, he join
Union yesterday. He say is very
good. Money too much. Maybe me go.
Kamaresh, go down to HR and hand in
your Passport and green card.
Kamaresh gets up reluctantly. He walks slowly between the
rows, his head held down in shame. He stops in front of Joe.
I only talking...is maybe better
go. Union better. My country no
good. No money, no eat.
It's over and done, Kamaresh. Once
you give them the documents, go up
to the Bellmen. There is a bus
waiting there for cases like yours.
Kamaresh exits the room.
Aimee, tell Edgar that he has to
send some escorts with Kamaresh. We
can't risk him running away.
INT. FOOD STORE ROOM
Maggie and Tony, the food store room attendant, are going
over shipments. They don't seem too happy. The store room is
still full, but it's looking sparse.
...so we are running out of rice
and pasta. Soft drinks are still
We just managed to get one truck in
today. And he charged right into
the damn dock. He crashed the
truck. So now he's not going
anywhere. He got us the fruit and
The bread is ok. We'll just have to
ration it out to the departments,
on a as-needed basis.
Spencers jacked up their prices
I heard. Charging people abysmal
amounts for food.
It's nuts over there.
Edgar suddenly appears. They both startle. They didn't see or
hear him come in.
Tony gives Edgar a shipping form. Edgar scans it.
For the delivery of the "Product".
Edgar signs it, gives the form back.
That's fine. Maggie, the shipment
will go down to P8. Have someone
bring it down, please.
Maggie nods. Edgar says something in his ear piece.
There were a couple of guys here
earlier. Guys in suits. From the
Union. They asked about the
That's all they wanted?
They asked if we were finally ready
to talk about joining. Many in the
Hotel have already joined. Now
they're trying to break the siege.
Don't mention anything to them. We
don't want them in here.
He takes out a picture and shows it to them.
Have you seen Jerry? I'm looking
Jerry? Why the hell you lookin' for
It's possible he had done the
Did he join those Union dogs, or
A long beat on Edgar. Tony and Maggie reflect off of Edgar's
So, have you seen him?
Not since last week. Came in to get
some stuff for Engineering, then
Sounds about right.
Edgar folds the picture neatly, then pockets it. He
disappears like a ghost again. Same way he came. Tony and
Maggie stare, scared and confused.
INT. TROFI ENTRANCE
The General Manager is at the Entrance. He is on his Phone.
Jasminka approaches him.
Everything is done. They are happy
with the service, and start eating.
Good. Good. How are the Halloween
preps coming along?
Almost done. We are waiting for the
Pumpkin props. And we need to buy
I'll get on that.
He jots it down on his Notebook.
The guys drop off the food for the
games in two days. We need to find
refs and the nets.
The General Manager wanders off. He has lit a Joint, and is
For the Soccer tournament. We are
hosting this year.
Ah, shit. I forgot about that god
damned shit. I'll do it today. What
about the IKEA furniture.
Edgar closed the book on that
I suppose he knows what he's doing.
I'm gonna head up and take care of
that stuff. Keep me updated.
INT. SALON II BACK HALLWAY
Ilyas, Luis, James and Ronson are waiting around. Ilyas is
smoking. James and Luis are arguing. Ronson is on his Cell
No..Ronson is supposed to set Salon
Yeah, of course. Rifet says we need
to set Granite Conference.
They leave. Ronson stays a few seconds longer. He then leaves
towards the Loading Dock.
INT. BANQUETS MENS RESTROOMS
Jerry is still in the stall. He is sleeping. Around him spent
shells, ammo, opened food and drinks. Occasional voices are
heard from down below.
From down below, someone shoots. The bullet hits a few inched
above Jerry's head. He jolts awake, totally alert, cocking
his rifle. He's down to a single shot WW 2 rifle. He cocks
(Snickering excitedly) You sons of
He shoots back, not hitting anyone, but a car window.
Laughter is heard from down there. They make fun of him.
Jerry peeks under the door. One of the employees has put a
hat on their rifle barrel and is waving it in the air,
laughing at Jerry.
EXT. ANTI UNION DUG WORKS
The employees have dug themselves trenches all around the
hotel. Inside the trenches are hundred of employees, armed
to the teeth. On the side, a cook is grilling on seven
different grills. Employees are lining up for the food.
Connie comes, butting in front of them. They don't mind, as
she is their leader.
You got them Steaks and Ribs ready?
Yes, Connie. Here they are.
He hands her a plate full of meat and another one full of
God damn. They good. Last were a
Yeah, we haven't used lots of fire
last time. Now they are just
Connie sits down. The occasional cannon goes off.
INT. SALON II
Djordje, Mina and Joe are in the room. They are going over
the BEOs for Salon II. The room hasn't been set by Ronson,
who was supposed to set it.
Is not set. I can not find him.
Well, you know what's coming. I'm
getting richer and richer by the
I think that's a little too much.
Well, i gotta make them learn
somehow. When you find Ronson, tell
him to set the room, then take his
pay check that's ocming up, and
transfer it to my account.
He will be angry.
Let him. I don't care. If they
don't want to give 100%, and to the
shit they're supposed to do, then i
will hit them where it hurts. Now,
Ronson, is the first to find out
the hard way.
INT. TROFI RESTAURANT - DOWNSTAIRS
The GM is having, what looks like a secret meeting, with the
Union representatives. Nobody else is in the restaurant.
Eddy brought us your proposal and
I'll be honest. We're very
impressed. A bit skeptical, I must
admit, but impressed.
We find the concept brilliant, but
the Union membership is difficult
for hotels and restaurants. How can
we be certain that our money will
be returned in the long run?
Vicks looks at Eddy and smiles confidently.
It's simple gentlemen, design
versatility. A Hotel that can
change with taste without losing
the overall aesthetic. Our
atmosphere won't be painted on the
walls. It will be your atmosphere.
We collect our dues, you get all
This was the part of the proposal
that intrigued us, but I'm sure we
will be able to come to some sort
The Union guys look really happy. Their ear-to-ear grins
INT. 16TH FLOOR - ROOM 1625
A dozen flashlights land on one man. He lies in bed. He
squints at the flood of blinding white light. He nearly
laughs at the sound of countless guns cocking.
Mr. Manus? Stanley Manus?
Yeah, that's me.
Police. We have a warrant for your
Two dozen black gloved hands grab him and yank him out of
bed. They don't say anything, but just drag manus out of the
bed, and room.
INT. AUTO BODY SHOP
An old paint mixer vibrates furiously. Brent Mills, a man in
his thirties is working on an old 1989 Camaro. A kid mixes
paint a few feet away. Suddenly, the garage door opens.
A row of five men silhouetted by the bright sun. Mills
Can I help you?
Mills's voice is gruff.
Mills reaches for something just inside the door of the
Who are you?
All six men instantly raise their guns and aim them at Mills.
Mills withdraws a filthy towel and wipes grease and sweat
from his forehead.
We don't service guns here. That's
the room next door.
INT. LOCK-UP HALLWAY
A Hotel security officer steps into the frame and opens the
steel door. Follow as they shuffle across the cement floor.
The shoes are shabby and worn, as are the wrinkled pants that
hang too low and loose at the cuffs.
The sound of a steel door opening. The bottom corner of a
steel cage comes into view.
Another set of feet falls into step with the first. Another
steel door and another set of feet. Another door, another and
another. Five pairs of feet walk single file down the hall.
The lame feet are in the front of the line. They come to
another steel door, this one solid and covered with dents and
rivets. We hear moans coming from all around the cells. All
of them belonging to bums, current and former guests, walk
ins from the street and employees. Some have been locked up
for a long time.
Mills, Manus and the other three step uneasily through the
It doesn't make sense that I be
here. I mean these guys are hard
core thieves and criminals, but not
The guard doesn't listen. He slams the door shut. On the
desk, he signs something.
He takes a look at his watch, then signs something else.
Can you at least say why we are in
The guard leaves silently. He closes the door behind him,
which has got large locks on it, like a bank vault.
Koulds, the Hotel Gardner, is brought in to the cell where he
joins Mills, Manus, Hockney and about twenty more prisoners.
He sits in a corner and keeps to himself.
INT. BANQUETS OFFICE
A flurry of voices banter off screen. Edgar is on the phone
VOICE #1 (O.S.)
My client offers his full
cooperation in these proceedings.
In exchange, his testimony is to be
sealed and all matters
incriminating to himself are to be
No provisions, nothing. My clients
testimony for his immunity.
Counselor? I don't know why Jerry
has so many allies in City Hall,
and I don't care. The embarrassment
he helped cause this Hotel will not
Counselor, I will lock up your
client for the next eighty years.
The only way he will see daylight
is through his little window.
I realize that what he may have
done, carries such a high penalty.
I would think a man with your job
would agree with these alleged
"allies" in City Hall. They want to
cooperate. What about you?
I think the counsel is veiling a
Counsel isn't veiling anything. You
are in too far over your head i
nthis. My advice, let it go.
I'll feel safer with a man like
Jerry is behind bars. What he did
is low, even by your standards,
Jerry will plead guilty to weapons
possession on the job. That's it.
Everything else, i don't want to
speak for, because there is no
proof for it.
Are you going to speak for your
moles, Mills and Manus? They are
down with Matthesson, waiting.
Weapons. Misdemeanor. Nothing else.
About them...another day.
As for the rest of the charges
grand larceny, arson... secession -
the district attorney will accept
the subject's testimony in
connection with the above mentioned
events and in exchange will offer
complete immunity. Those only go so
far as Arson and Larceny. The
transcript of said testimony will
be sealed and all matters
incriminating to Jerry will be
rendered inadmissible. I will keep
the records in my office. The
secession charge, will however,
stick on all those who seceeded.
He hangs up the phone, writes something on some papers. He
slides the papers into an envelope, seals it. He then gets up
END OF EPISODE THREE
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