FADE IN:

INT. GLITTER GIRL'S STRIP CLUB, NORTH KANSAS CITY - NIGHT

GINO "THE BULLDOG" VAZZANO sits behind the desk inside his office of a very popular Kansas City strip club smoking on a fat cigar. GINO is a chubby man with a slight bulldoggish facial appearance. A seductive knock sounds off at his office door.

VAZZANO
(dictorial voice)
You may enter.

A tall and elegant young dancer, LISA "CAPPUCCINO" HERNANDEZ, a hispanic beauty with a smooth cappuccino-tinted complexion and curvy body, enticingly walks into VAZZANO'S office.

CAPPUCCINO
Did you want to see me, Gino?

VAZZANO throws up a pleasant hand signal.

VAZZANO
Yes, sweetheart.

CAPPUCCINO slumbers down into a plush leather recliner.

CAPPUCCINO
I'm tired, Gino.

VAZZANO
You don't have to work hard anymore.

CAPPUCCINO
What do you mean?

VAZZANO
How would you like to make ten to twenty times the money that you're making here at Glitter Girl's?

CAPPUCCINO
Doing what?

VAZZANO
Starring in adult films.

CAPPUCCINO
(suspiciously blusters)
Porno movies!

VAZZANO
You can make twenty times the money, darling.

CAPPUCCINO
But, I'm only sixteen, Gino.

VAZZANO
I can arrange for the legal age on your birth records to be changed to eighteen.

CAPPUCCINO
Where are the porno movies made? Who are the people who make them?

VAZZANO
They're mostly made out in California. My friend produces and distributes them.

CAPPUCCINO
How much money are we talking?

VAZZANO
(highly refreshing voice)
Thousands, baby, thousands!

CAPPUCCINO sucks in a deep breath and she is becoming very excited.

CAPPUCCINO
How soon can I start?

VAZZANO
After I contact my friend out in California. He's bigtime in the porno business.

CAPPUCCINO
I'll be ready to start as soon as possible.

VAZZANO
Good. I'll keep you posted, sweetheart. Oh, by the way, there've been scouts here in the club taking a strong look at you and some of the other girls.

Seconds after CAPPUCCINO walks out of his office, VAZZANO dumps a tiny pile of pure cocaine onto a small mirror and is snuffing the pleasing white powder up his willing nostrils. Hard commanding knocks sound off at VAZZANO's office door. He quickly throws the mirror back into the top drawer and brushes the residue of the coke from his nose.

VAZZANO (CONT'D)
Come in, it's open.

Two strongarms, who are both made mafia members of the BERNAZZOLI BROTHER'S Chicago's Criminal Outfit, ANTHONY "TONY BANG BANG" LOMBARDOZZI and ANTHONY "TONY THE BUTCHER" TAMBURELLO, also known as  "The TWO TONYS", demandingly enters the office and park their bulky, yet toned bodies on the other side of VAZZANO'S desk.

LOMBARDOZZI
What is it, Gino?

VAZZANO
Tony Bang Bang, what time are the ball players supposed to be coming through Glitter Girl's?

LOMBARDOZZI
Probably, about ten.

VAZZANO
Make sure that they get VIP seats.

LOMBARDOZZI
No problem, Gino.

VAZZANO
Also, make sure that you put some of our top girls on them.

LOMBARDOZZI
Are you talking about turning the girls into hookers for those guys?

VAZZANO
I'm talking about turning more bucks for this club.

LOMBARDOZZI
Shouldn't we clear this with Tommy and Carmine and Mikey? After all, we're not out in Las Vegas where it's legal to do shit like that.

"TONY THE BUTCHER" TAMBURELLO moves around TONY BANG BANG and throws up a commanding hand gesture.

TAMBURELLO
Tony Bang Bang's right, Gino. We shouldn't make a move like that until we first clear it with Tommy and Carmine and Mikey.

VAZZANO
They gave me exclusive control and I'll do whatever I please.

INT. GLITTER GIRL'S CLUB SECTION - NIGHT

The TWO TONYS stand near the front entrance of the exclusive gentleman's club, right at the far end of the bar. They are watching the SUPERSTAR ATHLETES, WEALTHY BUSINESSMEN, CONVENTIONEERS, and POPULAR ENTERTAINERS flood into the club at a rapid pace. By now, the club is super packed, wall-to-wall men going many different directions. The club itself is rocking with loud music, thick clusters of cigar and cigarette smoke, girls on separate stages dancing in the total nude, and men receiving lap dances on the large leather sofas.

LOMBARDOZZI
Tommy and Carmine and Mikey aren't going to be pleased when they find out what Gino's doing here at Glitter Girl's.

TAMBURELLO
He's turning this place into a high-class whore house.

LOMBARDOZZI
The KCPD would shut this joint down in a heartbeat if they knew that he allowed the girls to solicit.

TAMBURELLO
He's stepping way out of line. Tommy and Carmine and Mikey are sure to find out.

VAZZANO steps out into the club and he signals for the TWO TONYS to meet him in his office. They follow in pursuit and start walking in that direction.

INT. VAZZANO'S OFFICE - NIGHT

VAZZANO fires up a fresh cigar and simultaneously locks eyes with the TWO TONYS.

VAZZANO
Tony Bang Bang, I want you and Tony Butcher to round up all the top dancers and have them to meet me here in my office.

LOMBARDOZZI
What for, Gino?

VAZZANO
It won't take but a second. Just keep a couple of the girls out there on the stage and out in the crowd.

LOMBARDOZZI
We'll need more than that to keep all those guys occupied.

VAZZANO
Just do as I tell you, Tony Bang Bang.

LOMBARDOZZI
But----.

VAZZANO
(rageful order)
Get the goddam girls in here now!

The TWO TONYS walk out the door with bland expressions on their faces after not being pleased with following VAZZANO'S senseless orders. They only respect him out of a sense of duty for the GALLUCCIO and BERNAZZOLI crime families.

INT. THE CLUB - NIGHT

We see the TWO TONYS going around the club whispering into the ears of most of the top DANCERS. They come together and begin to walk toward VAZZANO'S office.

INT. VAZZANO'S OFFICE, AGAIN - NIGHT

VAZZANO rips open his top desk drawer again and lays out two wide lines of the pure cocaine. He quickly snorts the lines and brushes away the noticeable powdery residue. A series of soft knocks tap across his office door. He vigorously rubs his eyes and sits up straight.

VAZZANO
Come in.

The DANCERS begin filing into the spacious office and crowding around his desk. The office is filled with attractive and vuluptuous BLONDES, BRUNETTES, and REDHEADS.

VAZZANO (CONT'D)
Alright, ladies, I'm going to come straight out with what I have to say. I know that those ball players and bigshot businessmen aren't just spending the bucks here in the club. I know that they're having a good time outside this place, and you ladies are supplying them with the finest entertainment. My bosses and I want forty-percent of the cut. I mean, we think that that's fair, considering that we let you ladies get away with murder in this place.

One of the blonde-haired and very busty dancers, BARBI, swurves around the crowd of other DANCERS.

BARBI
(bravely objects)
Forty-percent?

VAZZANO
You've got a problem with that, Barb?

BARBI
Why should you guys get forty-percent? I mean, we do all the work here at Glitter Girl's.

VAZZANO
Well, name another club that allows you to pinch those jerkoff-tricks for all the dough that you do?

Another blonde-haired and extremely busty dancer, BAMBI, who has the same alluring features as BARBI, tramples to the front of the other DANCERS.

BAMBI
But when it comes to hooking outside this club, we're doing all the sucking and fucking. And, most of the times, they want us to do kinky lesbian acts.

VAZZANO
Where else are you gonna make that kind of money in a short period of time?

BAMBI
After a while, we become used property.

VAZZANO
(yells violently)
Motherfuck, Barbi and Bambi! Then go and work for another goddam club that'll pay you fucking measly bread crumbs!

The DANCERS begin to falter out of VAZZANO'S office with sullen facial expressions.

INT. THE CLUB, AGAIN - NIGHT

The DEEJAY is talking over the loud speaker system while playing the latest top forty and hip hop tunes.

DEEJAY
Alright, gentlemen, get your wallets out, go to the ATM machines, pull out some cold cash or your credit cards. Barbi and Bambi are about to perform a two-girl shower show.

INT. VAZZANO'S OFFICE, AGAIN - NIGHT

VAZZANO is slumping over the top of his desk and he has his face buried into the remaining contents of the coke, snorting every single granule of the narcotic. By now, he is ultimately coked up.

INT.  THE CLUB, AGAIN - NIGHT

Two of Glitter Girl's top dancers, BARBI and BAMBI, two knockout blonde-haired, blue-eyed, and busty beauties, are totally nude inside a rectangular-shaped shower. They are lathering up one another with a green shampoo and fondling one another's private body parts. A loyal loanshark customer of VAZZANO, LEROY SOKOLOWSKI, an aging and semi-handsome man, steps into Glitter Girl's wearing a cheap and wrinkled gray suit. He moves over to one of the BOUNCERS with his body gyrating back and forth.

LEROY
Excuse me, sir, is Gino in the back?

BOUNCER
Yes, he is. Who are you?

LEROY
I'm Leroy Sokolowski.

BOUNCER
Is he expecting you?

LEROY
Yes, he is. I was supposed to have been here an hour ago.

LEROY follows the huge BOUNCER over to VAZZANO'S office. He taps lightly and waits for a response. From the other side of the office door, VAZZANO listens in a serious state of paranoia.

VAZZANO
(slurpy voice)
Who is it?

The BOUNCER puts his face closer to the door.

BOUNCER
Mr. Vazzano, there's a gentleman named Leroy Sokolowski out here to see you.

VAZZANO hesitates a moment and then grunts.

VAZZANO
Alright, send him on in.

INT. THE CLUB, AGAIN - NIGHT

The MEN are crowded around the shower cheering and whistling as BARBI and BAMBI are engaged in a long passionate kiss and erotically palming one another's buttocks.

INT. VAZZANO'S OFFICE, AGAIN - NIGHT

VAZZANO is leaning back in his recliner smoking the rest of his cigar and sipping on a drink while LEROY is sitting on the opposite side of his desk looking very nervous.

LEROY
Look, Gino, I'm going to be late with this payment.

VAZZANO
You were late with two payments before this one. I told you that when I arranged for those loans, that the interest would be real high. Didn't you get that through your iron cast skull?

LEROY
I took every word seriously, Gino.

VAZZANO
(ferociously snaps)
How long is it going to take you to get the goddam money!

LEROY
You'll get every dime in a few days.

VAZZANO
You don't have a few days.

LEROY
(genuinely sobs)
What am I to do?

VAZZANO
I'll tell you what you're going to do. You're going to sell those restaurant joints and those dope-peddling car garages that you own.

LEROY
I can't sell my businesses. My old man would turn over in his grave and kill me. They've been part of the family business for years and years.

VAZZANO
You're telling me that you're not going to sell any of those joints?

LEROY
I can't.

VAZZANO rushes to the door of his office and wildly pushes it open. He whistles loudly out into the club and signals for the TWO TONYS. They come running to his office like two game hunters . VAZZANO slams the door shut once they're inside and then shoves LEROY against the wall.

VAZZANO
You know, Tony Bang Bang and Tony Butcher, when I loaned this cocksucker right here a big lump sum of cash, I told him that the interest on those loans would shoot straight through the fucking roof, and that it would have to be paid back in a reasonable amount of time, but he refused to listen to me.

"TONY BANG BANG" LOMBARDOZZI steps up and grabs LEROY by the shirt collar.

LOMBARDOZZI
What's the problem that we're having here?

VAZZANO
Well, I've given this sonofabitch several chances to pay back his loans. I warned him that there would be trouble if we didn't get our money like he promised. He won't turn control of his restaurant joints and junk car garages over to me, so there's only one thing left to do.

LEROY begins to display a serious side of fear and intimidation.

LEROY
Please! Please! Give me another chance, Gino!

VAZZANO
You've got to be taught a lesson, Leroy. You'll be just the example that I need to teach the others customers a lesson, too.

LEROY tries to make a run for the office door, but he's cut off and subdued by "TONY THE BUTCHER" TAMBURELLO. "TONY BANG BANG" LOMBARDOZZI snatches open a wall cabinet that is mounted right in the back of VAZZANO'S recliner and pulls out two Louisville sluggers. LEROY is forcibly drug out of VAZZANO'S office and taken in the very back of Glitter Girl's. The TWO TONYS engage in a brutal escapade by whacking the two bats all across the body of LEROY. He is sprawled out across the ground with thick spurts of blood gushing out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth, while severely suffering broken jaws, busted-up kneecaps, closed black eyes, front teeth knocked out, and cracked ribs. The TWO TONYS stop inflicting any further punishment and dissolve back into VAZZANO'S office with the bloody bats.

EXT. SAN FERNANDO VALLEY, NEAR NORTH HOLLYWOOD - DAY

VAZZANO and veteran porno magnate, ARTHUR WHITLEY, a sixty-something man with thinning white hair, are standing around a large swimming pool of ARTHUR'S six bedroom Mediterranean-style home in an exclusive section of the San Fernando Valley. We see a crew of CAMERA OPERATORS, LIGHTING SPECIALISTS, MAKE-UP ARTISTS, and SCRIPT CONSULTANTS, along with specialized monitors and extension cords, surrounding most of the pool area. ARTHUR and his CREW are in the process of filming an adult feature film entitled, "Poolside Orgy". CAPPUCCINO is standing nervously confused at the poolside wearing a thin silk robe with a specially-fitted, two-piece bikini set underneath.

VAZZANO
Cappuccino! Come here, so I can introduce you to someone very important.

CAPPUCCINO steps over to the two MEN in a bashful manner. Her sinfully beautiful face is painted with much uncertainty.

VAZZANO (CONT'D)
Cappuccino, this is my good friend and business partner, Arthur Whitley.

CAPPUCCINO hesitantly extends her hand out while she studies the aging and sinister face of ARTHUR.

CAPPUCCINO
(sour tone)
Pleased to meet you, Mr. Whitley.

ARTHUR
You're as pretty as Gino said you were.

CAPPUCCINO
(a more sour tone)
Thank you, Mr. Whitley.

ARTHUR
Are you ready to start a rewarding career in adult films?

Before she replies, CAPPUCCINO scans the entire poolside with her fearful eyes and studies all of the ACTORS and ACTRESSES that are partially clothed in beach shorts and very skimpy bathing suits. Intuitively, she can tell that a lot of the GIRLS there are much younger than eighteen, which confirms that ARTHUR'S movies are filmed underground and sold on the black market.

CAPPUCCINO
I'm really not sure.

A raging fury burns in the eyes of VAZZANO and a deep redness spreads over his face. He excuses himself to have a private discussion with CAPPUCCINO.

VAZZANO
(snarls)
Are you fucking out of your mind!

CAPPUCCINO
This whole porno junk is a big mistake.

VAZZANO
You knew the rules before we left Kansas City.

CAPPUCCINO
I don't want to catch AIDS or HIV doing this nasty crap.

VAZZANO
Those occupational hazards don't even exist in this business. Everyone's required to give random AIDS tests.

INT. GUEST ROOM OF ARTHUR'S HOME - DAY

VAZZANO has slipped away only to disappear into a secret sanctum inside ARTHUR'S home. He is snorting some lines of coke from off a fifteenth century oak table. He brushes off his nose and heads back for the pool area.

EXT. POOLSIDE AREA - DAY

The mood-altering rush is calming him down just a little. He is staring right at CAPPUCCINO with reddish and glossy eyes.

VAZZANO
(points)
You were told the rules long ago, baby.

CAPPUCCINO
But----.

He abruptly cuts her off.

VAZZANO
Have you been talking to Barbi and Bambi back at Glitter Girl's?

CAPPUCCINO
No.

VAZZANO
Or was it Marguerite or Cinnamon?

CAPPUCCINO
Neither one of them.

VAZZANO
I had to pull a lot of strings to get you out here to L.A.

CAPPUCCINO
I'm sorry, Gino, but I can't and I won't do this filthy shit.

We see a crew of SET DESIGNERS placing beach attire like beachballs, patio chairs and tables, tropical drinks, and even false palm trees around the pool area. One of ARTHUR'S main porno actors, RENE "HUNG LIKE A HORSE" ESPINOZA, a latino golden boy with bleach-blonde hair and well-defined muscles, is anxiously pacing around the pool. His lustful eyes are definitely attached to the breathtaking beauty of CAPPUCCINO.

RENE
What's taking things so long?

ARTHUR
They're trying to come to some terms of agreement.

RENE
I'm ready to rise to the occasion.

ARTHUR
Aren't we all?

RENE
I'd really like to try out that senorita over there talking to Gino.

It appears that VAZZANO and CAPPUCCINO are engaged in a heated debate.

VAZZANO
Alright, then, go back to your goddam hotel room and pack all of your shit!

CAPPUCCINO
But, my plane doesn't leave for Kansas City for another three days.

VAZZANO grinds his teeth together and angrily points in the innocent face of CAPPUCCINO.

VAZZANO
Look, you young dumb cunt!  I don't care how you get back to Kansas City. I don't care if you hop, skip, jump, run, crawl, or walk. I don't care if you hitchike, catch a plane , bus, cab, train, or car. I don't care what happens to you.

CAPPUCCINO snarls up in the face and points at a distance in the bulldoggish face of VAZZANO in a threatening manner.

CAPPUCCINO
Just wait until I tell the FBI and the police that you all are into kiddie porn.

VAZZANO
If you do, I'll-----.

CAPPUCCINO
You'll what? Fuck you, Gino!

CAPPUCCINO snatches her clothes off the side of one of the patio chairs and storms off the premises of ARTHUR'S estate. ARTHUR and all of his CREW and ACTORS and ACTRESSES watch in awe as CAPPUCCINO runs away crying.

ARTHUR
What happened with you and the latin beauty?

VAZZANO
The young stupid bitch is confused.

ARTHUR
Cold feet?

VAZZANO
Guess so, Artie.

ARTHUR
Happens all the time, Gino.

VAZZANO
Now, I'm worried.

ARTHUR
About what?

VAZZANO
The spic-whore is threatening to go to the fucking FBI or the LAPD. We've got some new problems now, Artie.

ARTHUR
Yeah, you're right. Something's got to be done about her.

VAZZANO
We needn't worry. We can take care of her real fast.

INT. WEST BOTTOMS OF KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI - DAY

VAZZANO and ARTHUR WHITLEY are secretly running a black market kiddie porn operation. His mafia superiors are not aware that he is running this immoral and illegal operation. We see VAZZANO and a host of his kiddie porn ACCOMPLICES inside a state-of-the-art photography and video studio that is housed inside a newly renovated warehouse in the West Bottoms of Kansas City, Missouri. We also see PHOTOGRAPHERS snapping photos of two very young TEENAGE RUNAWAY BOYS, who are wearing very skimpy male bikini shorts, their ages somewhere between the range of thirteen and fifteen. VAZZANO is giving his sleazy instructions as they pose for the cameras.

VAZZANO
Alright, I want you two to slide your hands along each other's bodies.

The two misguided RUNAWAYS follow VAZZANO'S instructions quite well, freakishly fondling one another.

VAZZANO (CONT'D)
Okay, I want you two to run your hands through one another's hair.

We see the PHOTOGRAPHERS snapping one perverted photo after another. VAZZANO slips away unannounced and goes into one of the adjoining rooms. He reaches into his suitjacket and pulls out a packet of coke and takes a couple of quick sniffs.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - DAY

VAZZANO and ARTHUR and other PORNO ASSOCIATES devised a conspiratorial plan that would silence CAPPUCCINO. They believe that she will develop loose lips and eventually will run to the FBI and the LAPD and reveal their black market kiddie porn operation, which could crumble the porno dynasty built up by ARTHUR. We see CAPPUCCINO walking exhaustingly along Hollywood Boulevard amongst a crowd of many TOURISTS, where she stops in front of Fredrick's Of Hollywood to watch the lost and found souls navigate to their designated locations. A tall, handsome, and well-dressed man with a set of alluring blue-green eyes, STEVE KAMINSKY, is crossing the street and is headed straight towards CAPPUCCINO. He is a suave charmer and vicious killer on the payroll of VAZZANO and ARTHUR.

STEVE
You're perfect for movies!

CAPPUCCINO
What're you talking about?

STEVE
(debonairly names off)
Your teeth, your hair, your skin, your body, your height, your weight. You're exactly what I'm looking for.

CAPPUCCINO
Look, mister, if you're doing porno movies----.

STEVE
No, no, it's nothing like that. Would you be interested in coming in for a screen test?

CAPPUCCINO
No porno?

STEVE
Absolutely not. Are you familiar with the movie 'The Lord of Lords'?

CAPPUCCINO
Yes! I loved that movie.

STEVE
That's one of my production works.

CAPPUCCINO
Porno's the reason why I'm stuck out here in L.A. in the first place. An asshole-jerkoff who runs strip clubs in Kansas City and Chicago talked me into coming out here and I'm stranded for another two days.

Though CAPPUCCINO is the centerpiece of a sinister conspiracy, STEVE is drawn in by her breathtaking beauty, but still able to play the role.

STEVE
I'd like to do a photo shoot of you before I actually start shooting my movie.

CAPPUCCINO
So, where do you live?

STEVE
Up in the hills.

CAPPUCCINO seems to be very impressed and a sparkle comes to her eyes.

CAPPUCCINO
There in Hollywood Hills? Where all the rich movie stars live?

STEVE
That's right, darling.

CAPPUCCINO
When can we meet?

STEVE
How about later today?

CAPPUCCINO
(cheerful)
Later sounds great!

STEVE reaches into his suitjacket and pulls out a card with a bogus name written on it, but gives a genuine address and phone number.

STEVE
Okay, here's my number and address.

CAPPUCCINO looks the card over thoroughly before walking away.

CAPPUCCINO
By the way, what's your name?

STEVE
(falsely claims)
It's David O'Reilly. And yours?

CAPPUCCINO
I'm Lisa Hernandez, but everybody calls me 'Cappuccino'.

STEVE
Yes, you do look good enough to guzzle down like a cup of warm cappuccino.

CAPPUCCINO
(bashfully smiles)
Oh, thank you.

INT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS GATED COMMUNITY - NIGHT

CAPPUCCINO and STEVE are sitting on a black leather imported Italian sofa inside the tastefully decorated guest room inside a ten bedroom Mediterranean-style home exclusively owned by ARTHUR WHITLEY, purchased with the millions that he earned in the lucrative porno business. They are sipping on frosty glasses of cocktails while she views the nice scenery.

CAPPUCCINO
This place is awesome.

STEVE
Glad you like it.

CAPPUCCINO
It's hard to believe that you're not some porno guy trying to get me to do dirty movies.

STEVE
No, I'm not one of those sleazeballs parading around Hollywood pretending to be someone I'm not.

CAPPUCCINO sits her drink down to walk around the guest room to view some of the expensive decorations that ARTHUR collected over the years, including Sixteenth Century paintings and artifacts. STEVE cleverly drops a whole packet of a sleep inducing drug into her drink, swirling the drink around with his finger to make sure the contents are dissolved. CAPPUCCINO comes back over to the sofa to take a few more sips from her drink.

CAPPUCCINO
(passionate tone)
I've always wanted to be a movie star.

STEVE
Well, now's your big chance.

STEVE leads CAPPUCCINO down a long foyer and into a room occupied with expensive equipment which is a photography studio, the room having a genuine feel of a studio. The drug is starting to take effect, due to her mild inability to walk and see in a coordinated fashion.

CAPPUCCINO
Wow, I'm starting to feel dizzy.

STEVE
Maybe it's the change in climate. The midwest and the West Coast are so much different.

CAPPUCCINO is sort of swurving back and forth and feeling rather nauseated.

CAPPUCCINO
(sluggish voice)
When do we get started?

STEVE is keeping a keen eye on CAPPUCCINO and how the drug is suddenly altering her mind and body movement. From one of the adjoining rooms, two bulky-built CULPRITS rushes out into the photography room holding blunt objects in their hands, wildly dashing towards CAPPUCCINO with their arms drawn back very far.

FIRST CULPRIT
(shouts)
How about now, Honey!

SECOND CULPRIT
(shouts even louder)
Yeah, how about we take care of business right now!

CAPPUCCINO aggressively screams and ducks and is running for the beginning of the foyer.

CAPPUCCINO
(mercifully)
Help!

CAPPUCCINO snatches up one of the larger camera tripods from off the ground and lifts it high in the air, positioning herself like a Samurai Warrior ready for battle. Steve is looking at her with a set of psychopatchic eyes.

STEVE
Nobody can help you now, bitch!

CAPPUCCINO
Please! Please! Let me go!

STEVE
You're just like all those other young dumb bitches who come out here to L.A. trying to be some hotshot movie star.

CAPPUCCINO is crying profusely from suddenly being startled by the two big CULPRITS, but no one can hear her cries from within the confines of their exclusively wealthy sanctums up in the hills. It's evident that the drug is taking further effect since she can't hold the tripod all the way into the air.

CAPPUCCINO
You're working for Gino Vazzano and Arthur Whitley! Aren't you?

STEVE
Give it up, cause there's nowhere you can run.

CAPPUCCINO is holding on to the tripod for dear life, ready to start swinging at any moment. She is shaking and crying and can't seem to keep a tight grip around the tripod.

CAPPUCCINO
Don't hurt me! I promise if you let me go, then I won't go to the FBI or the LAPD.

STEVE
None of those assholes can help you right now.

STEVE and his two CULPRITS begin to close in tightly on CAPPUCCINO, coming within a very close range before stopping, knowing that the strong drug is quickly disorenting her. She begins to wildly swing the tripod, but this proves totally useless. The two CULPRITS swing at her lower legs and level her to the ground. They are working her over real good, landing hard and sufficient blows up and down her body. They rip her clothes off at the sole discretion of STEVE, leaving her in her panties and bra.

STEVE (CONT'D)
You young dumb cunt! I'm doing the world a favor by punishing bitches like you who likes to go around using people.

Streams of blood is trickling along the side of CAPPUCCINO'S mouth. We see multiple bruises having formed all along her arms, legs, and middle torso.

STEVE (CONT'D)
You're nothing but a young worthless whore!

The brutal CULPRITS continue striking her with severe blows until she transforms over into her own death. STEVE travels into one of the larger bedrooms and returns with a host of black satin sheets. He assists the CULPRITS in wrapping CAPPUCCINO'S bloody and battered body inside.

EXT. NEAR LAUREL CANYON DRIVE IN HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT

We see STEVE and the two CULPRITS pulling the body of CAPPUCCINO out of the trunk of a car and then dumping her body off the side of a semi-steep cliff right near Laurel Canyon Drive.

INT. HISTORICAL PENDERGAST MANSION, KANSAS CITY - DAY

A special 'Meeting of the Midwest Families' is taking place inside an enormous conference room inside the legendary Pendergast Mansion on Ward Parkway in a very wealthy section of Kansas City, Missouri. CRIME BOSSES and their ASSOCIATES          

from Kansas City, Chicago, Cleveland, and Milwaukee decide to meet after seeds of conflict and insurmountable tensions between them and VAZZANO begin to arise, after he refuses to split part of his loansharking, credit car fraud, porno production and distribution, and shakedown protection proceeds with them. In attendance at the 'Meeting of the Midwest Families' is the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS, straight from the windy city of Chicago, CARMINE "THE FIXER" BERNAZZOLI and his brother, MICHAEL "SLEDGEHAMMER" BERNAZZOLI, both men decked out in tailor-made Armani suits, along with the likes of EDDIE "THE LINK" GARGOTTA and the TWO TONYS. Coming into Kansas City from Cleveland is SALVATORE "PRETTY SALLY" BONDADONNA, a well-groomed, well-dressed, and quite handsome older gentleman. Arriving in from Milwaukee is CHARLIE MATURO, a short and compact man with thick shiny black hair. FRANCISCO "FRANKIE BONECUTTER" PROVENZANO, ROBERT "BOBBY THE CRUSHER" RANDAZZO, MASON SHELLENBERGER, and other CRIMINAL ASSOCIATES, are also in attendance. The boss of the Kansas City crime family, TOMMY "THE CAVEMAN" GALLUCCIO, profoundly walks into the huge conference room and takes a seat at the head of the long oak table. CARMINE BERNAZZOLI is sitting at the head from the opposite end.

GALLUCCIO
I thank you all for accepting my invitations to come to Kansas City.

GALLUCCIO takes a long drag off his cigar and slams down a quick shot of Remi Martin.

GALLUCCIO (CONT'D)
My sincere regards to the bosses who came from all the midwest territories. My highest respects to Carmine and Mikey Bernazzoli, coming straight from Chicago, Sally Bonadonna traveling all the way from Cleveland, and Charlie Maturo making this special trip at the sole request of the Bernazzoli Brothers. I'd also like to thank all of you men who came at the last minute.

By now, we see the conference room is clouded with cigar and cigarette smoke. Some of the MIDWEST CRIMINAL DELEGATES are reaching for meats and fruit and crackers from the individual food platters.

CARMINE
We graciously thank Tommy for arranging this meeting with the families of Kansas City, Chicago, Milwaukee, and Cleveland. Everyone sitting around this table know why this meeting was called here at The Pendergast Mansion. My brother Mikey and I brought Gino into our family with open arms and have treated him with the highest respect. But, now, he wants to go off and start doing things his way, turning into some kind of maniac-fruitcake.

MICHAEL BERNAZZOLI guzzles down a quick shot of scotch and then nods his head wildly.

MICHAEL
My brother Carmine's right, men. Gino's done lost his fucking mind and it's starting to cost us some real serious dough.

GALLUCCIO reciprocates with a friendly hand gesture.

GALLUCCIO
I had to remind Gino that his orders still came out of both Kansas City and Chicago, especially since we're all a part of the midwest. Don't get me wrong, Carmine and Mikey, I know that my orders still come out of Chicago, but this prick spoke as though I had been shut out and didn't have a say in any of the matters.

CARMINE hisses to gain everyone's attention.

CARMINE
Stories have been getting back to us that Gino's been fucking up all of our operations. We put him in charge and everything is starting to fucking go haywire.

MICHAEL weaves back into the intense discussion with an audible grunt.

MICHAEL
We let him run all of our strip joints and porno operations in Kansas City and Chicago and other midwest territories, and this is how the prick shows his appreciation?

GALLUCCIO snorkles while he is chewing on his fat cigar.

GALLUCCIO
There've been all sorts of complaints coming from the girls and the customers.

GALLUCCIO takes a couple of real strong drags off his cigar.

GALLUCCIO (CONT'D)
Gino's been squeezing the dough out of his loanshark customers right there inside the skin club, using our muscle to put a real beating on those guys. He's turning all of the girls into high-class hookers and supplying them to the big boys, you know, the bigshot athletes, the multi-millionaire businessmen, and even some of the movie stars who roll into this town from time to time.

CARMINE
Now there's charges of obstruction and credit card fraud lingering above Glitter Girl's. The loanshark customers are crying about their loans being way beyond high interest.

GALLUCCIO
With all of the customers that he's bilked, with all of the ones that he's fucked on their credit cards, with all of the big spenders who come in the clubs and drop big dollars, where's our piece of the action for chrissake?

CARMINE
The girls are stripping with tears in their eyes and that's definitely not good for business.

GALLUCCIO
Pretty soon we won't be able to call off Kirkpatrick and his boys over at KCPD headquarters.

MICHAEL slams his drink down on the table and stretches his arm to the middle of the table.

MICHAEL
(fizzles)
Gino's a goddam cokehead!

GALLUCCIO replies with a profound smirk and a grunt.

GALLUCCIO
We all know that a lot of our money is being vaccuumed up his motherfucking nostrils.

MICHAEL
We've got to teach this wannabe-cokehead-pimp a real good lesson.

GALLUCCIO
I'm ready to stick that cocksucking-sonofabitch in the ground.

The enormous room is filled with grunting noises and the swaying of many heads.

CARMINE
We lost our grip on Vegas a long time ago, but we're not about to lose our grip on the unions and the skin clubs and our rightful piece of the porn because of cokehead pricks like Gino who don't want to follow orders.

GALLUCCIO
Not getting those fat envelopes from Vegas anymore really hurt like hell. Boy, did my uncle Angie and his men feel the squeeze.

CARMINE
With Time Magazine putting the oldtimers in the spotlight for skimming the skim, really hurt like hell.

GALLUCCIO
That includes my uncle Angie, too.

CARMINE
And to think how the feds and those journalist guys bragged about how they crippled the midwest families and put us out of commission.

The whole conference room suddenly falters to a frightening silence. The meeting takes a shift when the BOSSES convert over to talking about others who committed acts of ultimate betrayal and civil disobedience. By now, the other two BOSSES and ASSOCIATES are well aware that GALLUCCIO and the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS are dominating the meeting.

CARMINE (CONT'D)
Gino's not the only one who's got to be taught a lesson and stuck in the ground.

GALLUCCIO
Who are we talking about waxing now?

MICHAEL
Yeah, who else is on our list to be iced?

CARMINE shoves a stack of crackers with pastrami and cheese into his mouth and quickly washes it down with a drink.

CARMINE
Word got back to us that Gino tried to force some sixteen year old girl off into skin flicks, making her believe that she would become famous and make a lot of money . This girl threatened to go to the FBI and the LAPD and tell them that Gino was dealing heavy into kiddie porn.

GALLUCCIO
Which, in fact, he did.

CARMINE
Gino's connected with some perverted cocksucker out there named Arthur Whitley, some bigshot porno guy who doesn't mind putting underaged kids in his dirty movies. The heat's gonna come down on all of us real soon.

GALLUCCIO
We also understand that when Gino and this Arthur Whitley scumbag found out that this young girl was gonna go running to the law, they hired some men to do a real number on her.

MICHAEL pounds his knuckles down onto the hard table.

MICHAEL
I believe that her dancer's name was 'Cappuccino', and she worked for Gino at Glitter Girl's.

CARMINE
She was quite a young beauty that would've made you climb the Empire State Building.

CARMINE reaches for a recent copy of The Los Angeles Times. He flashes the front of the newspaper before everyone present in the room. A color photo of Cappuccino is on the front with the fine bold print reading: "INTENSE SEARCH UNDERWAY FOR MISSING MISSOURI GIRL".

CARMINE (CONT'D)
Take a good look at this, gentlemen.

All the MEN at the meeting take a strong glance at the article, which clearly specifies that Lisa Hernandez may have been on her way to meet with a movie producer up in Hollywood Hills and was last seen in front of Fredrick's of Hollywood there on Hollywood Boulevard.

CARMINE (CONT'D)
That's only part of it, men.

CARMINE produces yet another recent copy of the Los Angeles Times, which reads with a front page caption of: "BODY OF MISSING MISSOURI GIRL FOUND UP IN HOLLYWOOD HILLS". A lot of serious huffing and puffing is going on while all of the MEN take a brief look at the article, which explains in gory details of how CAPPUCCINO was brutally murdered and dumped up in Hollywood Hills, and how two HIKERS exploring the hills found her wrapped up in the bloody black satin sheets.

CARMINE (CONT'D)
This Arthur Whitley fella's got a home close to where they found this young girl.

The meeting is now pumped up with fiery tempers and disgruntled facial expressions.

GALLUCCIO
(very angrily)
We've got to teach everybody a lesson who's involved with this girl's killing, a lesson they've never been taught before.

MICHAEL slams his glass of brandy down on the table.

MICHAEL
Who're are the motherfuckers that Gino and Arthur hired to kill this girl?

CARMINE
Some psychotic-bastard named Steve Kaminsky and two of his helpers.

MICHAEL
A wack-o pollock boy, huh?

The intense meeting is about to make a complete turn. CARMINE and GALLUCCIO avert their full attention over to their most trusted contracted henchmen and executioners, FRANKIE BONECUTTER, BOBBY THE CRUSHER, and The TWO TONYS.

GALLUCCIO
Frankie Bonecutter and Bobby Crusher. Carmine, Mikey, and myself, we've got a piece of work that we want you two to handle for us.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER nods his head in total submission.

PROVENZANO
Anything for you guys, Tommy, anything.

GALLUCCIO
Carmine and Mikey are sending Gino back to Chicago to run one of the strip joints there. We're going to send you two to Chicago, right behind Gino, once things get settled. We've got a warehouse picked out on the near north side, which is where you'll take him after you've beat the holy hell out of him. Once you get him there, we want you to torture this cocksucker from head-to-toe. I mean, every single inch of his body that his mother gave birth to him.

PROVENZANO
Consider it done, Tommy.

CARMINE shifts his watery vengeful eyes over to the TWO TONYS after GALLUCCIO breaks into an immediate silence.

CARMINE
Tony Bang Bang and Tony Butcher, since you're directly from our crew, Mikey and I are sending you two out to California to handle a piece of work for us. The first guy that we want you to hit is this Arthur Whitley sonofabitch. Then, we want you to hit this Steve Kaminsky motherfucker and the two guys who helped kill that young girl.

LOMBARDOZZI
Should be a piece of cake, Carmine.

TAMBURELLO
Hell will have a hot homecoming for all of them once they get there.

CARMINE
We're going to fly you two guys out there under fictitious names and you'll have everything you need to do the job.

The meeting suddenly drops to an abrupt silence. GALLUCCIO points around the table and locks eyes with CARMINE.

GALLUCCIO
What about the porno hotshot who makes movies for Arthur Whitley?

CARMINE
The one who they say is hung like a horse?

GALLUCCIO
Yeah, the spic who's Arthur's golden boy.

CARMINE develops a scowl on his face and angrily grits his teeth.

CARMINE
(grizzly tone)
He's a goddam child molestor who's also got to be taught a lesson! He goes around trying to stick that sixteen inch prick in young, underaged girls who should be in middle school trying to get an education.

GALLUCCIO
I found out that he spends a lot of time in Vegas. Some of our men informed me that he'll be at one of those award ceremonies for those scums who star in skin flicks.

CARMINE
Once Tony Bang Bang and Tony Butcher take care of our business in California, they can swoop right over to Vegas and handle that piece of work for us.

MICHAEL
He usually hangs around the casinos with a bunch of broads riding on his dick and balls.

GALLUCCIO
Wouldn't any guy with a sixteen inch prick have a bunch of broads tagging along?

All the MEN present breaks out into a loud and thunderous laughter. The meeting is being adjourned after all the cigars and cigarettes and food and drinks have been consumed. GALLUCCIO, the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS, and all the ASSOCIATES left the conference feeling good after knowing that VAZZANO, ARTHUR, STEVE, and the CULPRITS were as good as dead.

INT. PLEASURE PALACE STRIP CLUB, CHICAGO - NIGHT

A veteran DISC JOCKEY is playing hip hop music cds and speaking into a loud microphone out into the club section of one of Chicago's most popular suburban strip clubs.

DISC JOCKEY
Gentlemen! Gentlemen!  Get your wallets out. Pull out your cash and your credit cards. There's plenty of treats for you here at The Pleasure Palace.

We see a select variety of STRIPPERS parading around the club in glittery and provocative attire as the psychedelic laser lights are flashing on their bodies as they step onto separate dance stages.

DISC JOCKEY (CONT'D)
(very loudly)
Okay, gentlemen, we've got Alexandria, voted Miss Windy City by a panel of expert judges. We've got Blonde Barbie, voted the Fabulous Blonde Bombshell of The Windy City. Then, there's Mercedes, voted Stripper of the Year by strip club owners throughout Chicago. Last, but certainly not least, there's Cocoa, voted Miss Chocolate Delight of the Windy City, also by a panel of expert judges. Alright, let's give a big round of applause to these beautiful and talented windy city babes.

As the STRIPPERS are leaving the stages, a series of whistles and cheers and loud roars erupt amongst the sea of MEN.

INT. MANAGERIAL OFFICE OF THE PLEASURE PALACE - NIGHT

We see VAZZANO bending over the top of a large oak desk and is snorting several lines of pure white cocaine. Soft knocks sound off at the office door and he raises up with a white circle covering the tip and the bridge of his nose. VAZZANO is startled and begins to brush off his nose.

VAZZANO
(paranoid voice)
Who's at the fucking door!

Two strippers, a blonde and a brunette named APRIL and SAVANNAH, place their faces up to the door and simultaneously responds to VAZZANO

APRIL
It's April.

SAVANNAH
And it's Savannah.

VAZZANO nervously pinches his nose.

VAZZANO
(loudly)
What!

APRIL moves her lips at the crack of the door.

APRIL
You told us to meet you in your office after midnight.

VAZZANO
Alright, alright, wait a goddam minute!

VAZZANO climbs out of his recliner and opens the door. APRIL and SAVANNAH walk through wearing their provocative strip club attire. Being a cokehead and a sex addict, VAZZANO'S voracious thirst for dope and women becomes unquenchable. APRIL and SAVANNAH begin kissing all over VAZZANO and then fall to their knees and begin unbuckling and pulling down his pants. VAZZANO reaches into one of the top left drawers and pulls out a new packet of cocaine. While APRIL and SAVANNAH are giving him the blowjob of a lifetime, he is snorting more coke.

EXT. OUTSIDE OF THE PLEASURE PALACE - NIGHT

After about a half-hour of indulging in a wild threesome with APRIL and SAVANNAH, VAZZANO is in the very back of the strip club taking a long piss. From the dark shadows of the building, two men quickly ambush him and two sets of brass knuckles crash into opposite sides of his face. We see FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER giving him a thorough working over with their brass knuckles.

PROVENZANO
Party's time's over, Gino.

VAZZANO is spitting up globs of blood.

VAZZANO
What's the fuck's going on here?

RANDAZZO
You know good goddam well what's going on.

Blow after hard blow, FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are causing massive damage to VAZZANO, having completely closed both of his eyes, knocking out most of his front teeth and severing his gumlines, breaking a few of his ribs, and producing a series of concussions across his bulldoggish face. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are working up quite a sweat as they severely punish VAZZANO.

PROVENZANO
(exhaustingly)
Come on, Bobby. Let's get him over to the warehouse right now.

RANDAZZO
The fun's just beginning.

We see FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER dragging VAZZANO over to their vehicle and throwing him in the back seat.

INT. PENDERGAST MANSION - DAY

GALLUCCIO and the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS are calling another one of their 'Meeting of the Midwest Families' to order, in which they have set aside specifically for the sole purpose of financial business ventures. The highly trusted treasurer and financial wizard for all of the midwest crime families, MASON SHELLENBERGER, along with SALVATORE BONADONNA out of Cleveland and CHARLIE MATURO out of Milwaukee, will share most of the spotlight in this particular meeting. All the MEN are sitting majestically around the long conference table smoking their usual cigars and guzzling down their favorite cocktails.

GALLUCCIO
We're honored to be in the presence of Mason Shellenberger. We respect and acknowledge this man greatly since he's the brains who holds our families together, in good times and in the worst of crisis.

CARMINE averts his veiny eyes over to SHELLENBERGER.

CARMINE
We're calling this meeting so Shell can discuss some new business prospects. We all know him as a man who keeps his word and can always deliver.

SHELLENBERGER
Thank you, Tommy. Thank you, Carmine. Men, I've discovered something that will be the new wave for our future.

MICHAEL throws up a signature hand signal and grunts.

MICHAEL
New wave for our future?

SHELLENBERGER
Within the last few years, the news and the newspapers have been flooded with headlines that talk about credit card fraud, medicare fraud, and food stamp fraud. Well, I've got a plan that will make us some serious cash and we won't have to worry about getting caught up in any of those frauds.

MICHAEL
Could you be more specific?

SHELLENBERGER
Aren't you guys familiar with The Department of Labor?

CARMINE
I am.

MICHAEL
So am I.

GALLUCCIO
(distasteful grunt)
Sure, that's where a lot of our union problems have come into play.

SHELLENBERGER
Gentlemen, there's an entity of The Department of Labor that's known as OWCP, which stands of the Office of Worker's Compensation.

SHELLENBERGER reaches into a big black briefcase and pulls out a small stack of papers and flashes an individual sheet before all of the MEN present.

SHELLENBERGER (CONT'D)
Carmine and Michael, with your blessings and permission, along with the sole guidance and discretion of Tommy, not to mention with the help of Sal and Charlie, I'd like to present a plan that'll earn all of us some seriously big cash.

GALLUCCIO
Go ahead, Shell, tell them what you plan to do.

SHELLENBERGER passes around several sheets of the same paper with a U.S. map diagram that has numbers written across it.

SHELLENBERGER
Men, take a look at a piece of our future.

GALLUCCIO, the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS, BONADONNA, MATURO, and some of their ASSOCIATES, are looking at the papers with fierce notions of familiarity.

SHELLENBERGER (CONT'D)
Men, this is a diagram of the District Office Territorial Jurisdiction that's under the Federal Employees Compensation Act.

MICHAEL
Looks like a map of the United States with a bunch of numbers written across it.

BONADONNA is paying close detail to the Cleveland area of the U.S.

BONADONNA
Yeah, I don't get it.

MATURO has his rolling eyes fixed on the Milwaukee area of the U.S. map.

MATURO
What are all these weird designs sketched on this map for?

SHELLENBERGER
If you'll look carefully, different regions of the United States are broken down into territories according to their designated districts. Those weird designs that you just mentioned helps separate the states by their various zones.

BONADONNA
What are all the numbers about?

MATURO
Yeah, that's what I want to know.

SHELLENBERGER
Sal and Charlie, those numbers, according to the checkered designs, represents Missouri, Kansas, Iowa, and Nebraska. The other numbers, according to the lined designs, represents Illinois, Ohio, Minnesota, and Wisconsin.

BONADONNA
So, Shell, what's the game plan?

MATURO
Yeah, you've got me ready to piss my pants.

MICHAEL
All of us, as far as that matters.

SHELLENBERGER points to the dead center of the U.S. map.

SHELLENBERGER
Gentlemen, we're about to become a group of very rich men.

GALLUCCIO nods his head and points around the room.

GALLUCCIO
Break it down for them, Shell.

SHELLENBERGER
My good friend and big-time pharmacist, Nick Ballard, came up with a plan that can help us pinch the government for crazy of millions.

BONADONNA
What, you're going to squeeze the government for millions?

SHELLENBERGER
The Department of Labor has offices in every major city throughout the country. Each office in every major city has what's called a district director. Every region in different parts of the country has what is called a regional director. Nick has opened the door to give me access to these district and regional directors right here in the midwest.

MATURO
Whaddaya plan on doing once you reach these directors?

BONADONNA
Yeah, cause you talked a second ago about pinching the government out of some serious dollars.

SHELLENBERGER
That's where you two come in. Once this plan gets up and running, I'll need protection from the police and a few thousands for the front money.

GALLUCCIO shifts his immediate attention over to BONADONNA and MATURO.

GALLUCCIO
Shell's been putting this plan together for quite some time.

SHELLENBERGER
Sal, you control the Cleveland territory. Charlie, you control the Milwaukee territory. With you guys's help, we can lock up those territories and rake in millions and millions of bucks. Now, Carmine and Mikey will be helping me move in on the Chicago territory.

BONADONNA
What about Kansas City?

SHELLENBERGER
We can't do nothing here in Kansas City right now.

MATURO
Why not?

SHELLENBERGER
Two reasons.

BONADONNA
Which are?

SHELLENBERGER
First, the district director here in Kansas City will be out of the office for two weeks since he'll be in Washington, D.C. attending a district director's conference. Second, the Secretary of Labor will be coming to Kansas City to hold a press conference once the KC director gets back into town.

BONADONNA
What kind of press conference?

SHELLENBERGER
Introducing some new legislation to try and stop health-care fraud.

MICHAEL nods his head with total uncertainty.

MICHAEL
Aren't we jumping in the line of fire?

SHELLENBERGER
Not as long as we don't move in on Kansas City's territory no time soon.

BONADONNA transmits a quizzical stare over at SHELLENBERGER.

BONADONNA
What type of returns are we looking at, Shell?

SHELLENBERGER
Once Nick sets up the meeting with the district and regional directors and myself in your cities, and once the bogus direct pay and reimbursement claim forms are sent through the computer systems, you're looking to make back anywhere from twenty to thirty times your initial investment.

GALLUCCIO commandingly throws up a hand signal.

GALLUCCIO
We put our trust and confidence in Shell, because his track record speaks for itself.

SHELLENBERGER
Nick will provide the service of printing up the bogus pharmacy receipts and completing the medical claim forms where bogus names and addresses and social security numbers will have been created.

BONADONNA guzzles down a swig of his cocktail and turns to look back over at SHELLENBERGER

BONADONNA
The question of the day, Shell, is that you won't have any problem getting those directors to take the money under the table?

SHELLENBERGER
Shouldn't be no problem at all.

GALLUCCIO
Okay, then, it's official that Sally and Charlie will provide the cash and protection to Shell out of Cleveland and Milwaukee. Carmine and Mikey will have the cash and protection in place out of Chicago. As far as Kansas City's concerned, we'll get things rolling here once that Secretary of Labor has rolled out of town.

Another 'Meeting of the Midwest Families' is adjourned after the BOSSES and their ASSOCIATES have smoked up their cigars and cigarettes and guzzled down their drinks and discussed all of their business propositions.

INT. GREYHOUND BUS STATION, LOS ANGELES - EVENING

"TONY BANG BANG" LOMBARDOZZI is standing at the counter of a baggage claim inside a packed bus station in Los Angeles. We see many BLACKS and LATINOS traveling all over the bus station. A BAGGAGE CLAIM REPRESENTATIVE is flipping through a stack of papers as he attends to TONY BANG BANG

LOMBARDOZZI
I'm here to pick up a package from Kansas City, Missouri.

BAGGAGE CLAIM REPRESENTATIVE
And what name is that package under?

TONY BANG BANG cleverly uses a bogus name.

LOMBARDOZZI
Larry Charleston.

The BAGGAGE CLAIM REPRESENTATIVE rummages through an assortment of boxes. He finds a twenty by thirty inch box with the name 'Larry Charleston' written with a thirsty magic marker.

BAGGAGE CLAIM REPRESENTATIVE
I'll need for you to sign for it.

TONY BANG BANG forges the signature on the invoice and is given a receipt.

INT. CECIL HOTEL IN DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

The TWO TONYS and some of their ASSOCIATE HENCHMEN from the BERNAZZOLI BROTHER'S Chicago street crew are inside the hotel room of TONY BANG BANG on the fifteenth floor of a wide open bustling hotel in downtown Los Angeles. We see TONY BANG BANG reaching into the box of firearms and one explosive and pulling out a silverish Coonan .357 Magnum with a firm rubber grip and a .38 Special equipped with a silencer.

LOMBARDOZZI
(smiles mischeviously)
Think these two babies will ventilate Kaminsky's head?

TONY THE BUTCHER grins and nods his head.

TAMBURELLO
Enough to blow a hole through his head bigger than the Grand Canyon.

LOMBARDOZZI
And his two flunkies, too.

TONY BANG BANG drops both guns down on the bed and transforms his eyes down at a remote control bomb kit. He gently lifts the bomb out of the box and holds it at the center of his face.

LOMBARDOZZI (CONT'D)
It's also time that we take care of that sleazeball-prick Arthur Whitley.

A vengeful glare is shining in the eyes of TONY THE BUTCHER.

TAMBURELLO
We're going to blow that cocksucker into the next millenium.

LOMBARDOZZI
Shame what they did to that girl.

TAMBURELLO
Not near as bad as what we're going to do to them.

INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE ON NEAR NORTH SIDE, CHICAGO - NIGHT

"FRANKIE BONECUTTER" PROVENZANO and "BOBBY THE CRUSHER" RANDAZZO have kidnapped VAZZANO after giving him a brutal working over and have brought him to an old warehouse that once stocked lumber and aluminum siding. We see VAZZANO suspended in mid-air with both hands bound by a set of thick tow chains that are attached to the high ceiling of the warehouse. Both of his feet are wrapped tightly with a long cowhide strap and his mouth is taped with several layers of duct tape. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are viciously and wildly swinging aluminum bats up and down his upper and lower torso, landing very effective blows.

PROVENZANO
You cokehead motherfucker!

RANDAZZO
Did you really think you'd get away with snorting the bosses money up your fucking nose, shelling out big cash to those high-priced hookers?

We can hear some of VAZZANO'S bones cracking as a result of FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER pounding the hard bats into his knees and chest and mid-section.

PROVENZANO
How do you feel now, Gino! Did you think you'd really get away with paying off people to kill that young girl?

RANDAZZO
Yeah, we're going to slaughter you up just like the filthy pig that you are.

There is an instant turbulence going on inside the stomach of VAZZANO and the regurgitation of thick saliva and mucous and blood from his mouth is starting to ooze from the edges of the duct tape. Multiple bruises and concussions are all over his face and arms and legs. Water streams from under his closed puffy eyes.

PROVENZANO
Do you get a rise out of watching young boys fuck one another up the ass?

RANDAZZO
Yeah, you sick-o-child-molesting-motherfucker!

FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER momentarily withdraw from their harsh beating excursion. They decide to recuperate by taking a breather.

INT. SAN FERNANDO VALLEY HOME OF ARTHUR WHITLEY - DAY

Inside the spacious Mediterranean home of ARTHUR WHITLEY, ARTHUR and his employees of underaged ACTORS, ACTRESSES, DIRECTORS, and CAMERA OPERATORS are on the set of a new porno movie. He is giving all of the directions to set things up.

EXT. A STREET DOWN FROM ARTHUR'S HOME - DAY

The TWO TONYS are parked in an old Chevy Impala several yards down the street from ARTHUR'S multi-million dollar Mediterranean home. They are grudgingly admiring ARTHUR'S one-hundred and twenty-thousand dollar red Ferrari Spyder that's parked in his driveway with other exotic sports cars.

LOMBARDOZZI
Isn't that piece of machinery a real beauty?

TAMBURELLO
A real work of art.

LOMBARDOZZI
Too bad we're going to blow that goddam car and that cocksucker Arthur to shreds of confetti.

TONY BANG BANG reaches for a white plastic sack and unveils the complete remote control bomb kit. He covertly emerges from the car and looks around to make sure none of the nosy neighbors or pedestrians detect his presence. With precisive body movement, he partially slides under the Ferrari and places the bomb at the dead center of one of the fuel tanks.

INT. HOME OF ARTHUR WHITLEY, AGAIN - DAY

ARTHUR and the PRODUCTION CREW are wrapping things up as the ACTORS and ACTRESSES go to take showers and the SET CREW shuffle furniture and camera equipment around.

EXT. THE STREET, AGAIN - DAY

ARTHUR has come outside to check his mail. TONY BANG BANG shoves the leg of TONY THE BUTCHER.

LOMBARDOZZI
Look, Tony Butcher, the sonofabitch came outside to check his mail.

TAMBURELLO
And that's exactly what we wanted him to do.

ARTHUR reaches into the metal mailbox and shuffles through a stack of mail. A bogus letter addressed to him by VAZZANO immediately catches his attention and causes him to frown.

ARTHUR
(whispers surprisingly to himself)
I wasn't expecting a letter from Gino. Where the hell's this address in Chicago?

ARTHUR gets inside his Ferrari and decides to take a drive up the coast towards Malibu. He senses something isn't right since VAZZANO never sent him letters during their entire business partnership. ARTHUR is shifting gears while trying to read the letter and keep his eyes on the road.

EXT. MAIN HIGHWAY NEAR MALIBU, HALF-HOUR LATER - DAY

ARTHUR has been reading the rather long letter for quite some time and comes to the middle of the last page, which reads: "Artie, you and I might be in lots of danger." The TWO TONYS are cruising about four car lengths behind him unnoticed. TONY BANG BANG is firmly holding the remote control bomb in his lap while TONY THE BUTCHER is gripping the steering wheel. ARTHUR suddenly pulls the Ferrari over to the side of the busy Malibu highway near the exclusive beachfront properties. The very bottom of the last page says in all caps: 'FLIP OVER'. ARTHUR follows the instructions and his heart is pounding very fast and sweat is rolling down his face. TONY THE BUTCHER begins to slow up their car while TONY BANG BANG slides his finger on the button. ARTHUR looks at the back of the last page and it specifically and frightfully says: "Artie, meet me down in hell!"

LOMBARDOZZI
Enjoy your trip to hell.

TAMBURELLO
And tell Gino we said hello while you're at it.

ARTHUR reaches for the door handle, but it's far too late. TONY BANG BANG wastes no time pressing down hard on the red remote control button. A tremendous explosion erupts and ARTHUR's body is blasted straight through the hard steel roof of the red Ferrari, one of his arms and half of one of his legs spiraling into the air and down onto the side of the road. MOTORISTS are swurving in different directions in order to avoid the blown away car parts and any accidents.

LOMBARDOZZI
They don't call me Tony Bang Bang for nothing.

TAMBURELLO
We've rid the world of one less perverted motherfucker!

The TWO TONYS cruise up the highway without any of the other MOTORISTS detecting any suspicions with them.

INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE ON NEAR NORTH SIDE, CHICAGO, NEXT DAY - NIGHT

FRANKIE BONECUTTER is gradually moving the high pressure heat of an acetylene torch to the side of VAZZANO'S bruised up face. We see that VAZZANO has been stripped down to his black silk boxers and his entire body is marked up with many bruises and cuts. VAZZANO is scrabbling from the discomfort of the intense heat. The delicate skin around the edges of his hairline and under his neck begin to bleed and peel away like wet tissue.

PROVENZANO
You're going around charging the loanshark jerks three-hundred percent interest!

BOBBY THE CRUSHER holds up a razor sharp hunting knife and places the shiny blade up to the genitals of VAZZANO.

RANDAZZO
Yeah, you just kept snorting powder every hour-on-the-hour.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER moves the hot acetylene torch over to the closed puffy eyes of VAZZANO.

PROVENZANO
We saw pictures of that hispanic girl after they found her.

RANDAZZO
It wasn't a pretty sight at all, Gino.

PROVENZANO
It was enough to make anyone puke.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER shoves the torch even closer to the disfigured face of VAZZANO and more skin is peeling from around the edges of his hairline and under his neck, with blood dripping down onto his shoulders and chest. BOBBY THE CRUSHER fiercely jabs the scrotum and penis of VAZZANO as the pliable skin of his sensitive genitals are ripping apart even with his boxers still on him.

PROVENZANO (CONT'D)
You're going to die ten time worse than that girl did.

BOBBY THE CRUSHER jabs VAZZANO a couple of times in the outer regions of his legs with the sharp knife.

RANDAZZO
Yeah, you blackhearted-scumbag-motherfucker!

The burning from the torch and the constant jabbing of the hunting knife brings VAZZANO much closer to his death. Using surgical gloves, FRANKIE BONECUTTER peels off the tenderized skin from VAZZANO'S face like melted butter, leaving him looking like a freak from the circus, a beastly-looking man born with no face. BOBBY THE CRUSHER expertly grabs the genitals of VAZZANO and also with a pair of surgical gloves, he severs them away from his body. Both men are slinging lots of blood from the gloves. VAZZANO is slowly dying as his severely tortured body is still hanging from the tow chains that are attached to the ceiling.

PROVENZANO
We've got a message for you, Gino.

RANDAZZO
Arthur Whitley wants you to meet him down in hell.

PROVENZANO
He wants somebody to keep him company down in the hot flames of hell.

RANDAZZO
Just like the fucking flames that Frankie Bonecutter used to burn your fucking face off!

VAZZANO drops his head and not a muscle is moving in his body. This indicates that he is officially dead. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER begin to lower his body after their two days of torturing and executing of VAZZANO is finally over.

INT. POPULAR STRIP CLUB ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - NIGHT

STEVE KAMINSKY and his two trusted HENCHMEN are inside a popular strip club on Hollywood Boulevard called "The Silver Stripper". All three are having a good time, guzzling down drink after drink, smoking cigar after cigar, and getting table dance after table dance from a couple of big-breasted blonde STRIPPERS. We see the TWO TONYS sitting anonymously at the back of the pumped-up strip club. They are tuning in tightly to a conversation between STEVE and a gorgeous brunette stripper named CHERYL "SAPPHIRE" MOSS.

STEVE
How would you like to make a hundred times the money that you make here?

CHERYL
(jolts excitingly)
Are you serious!

STEVE
With your astounding beauty, charm, wit, personality, and universal sense of humor, I can have you come in and do a screen test for an upcoming movie that we'll be shooting here shortly.

CHERYL
(cheerfully)
Oh my god!

STEVE
You've got star quality, babe.

CHERYL
Oh, thank you. When can I come in for the screen test?

STEVE
How about later tonight?

Not for a second does CHERYL become suspicious.

CHERYL
How about right now?

STEVE
Okay.

CHERYL rushes to the dressing room and grabs her belongings and follows STEVE and the HENCHMEN out of the club.

EXT. FRONT OF ARTHUR WHITLEY'S HOLLYWOOD HILLS ESTATE - NIGHT

Since the TWO TONYS are skilled experts, we see them climbing over the high fence of the estate and quietly running across the front lawn. They are wearing all black and are equipped with high-powered semi-automatic weapons. TONY BANG BANG has two separate pistols on the side of his utility belt.

INT. PHOTOGRAPHY ROOM OF ARTHUR'S ESTATE - NIGHT

STEVE and CHERYL are walking around the bogus photo studio with their drinks in their hands. She is beginning to feel the strong sedation effects from the drugged-up drink and fights to keep her balance.

EXT. FRONT DOOR OF THE ESTATE - NIGHT

We see TONY BANG BANG prying open the sophisticated lock since he is also a skilled locksmith. The TWO TONYS covertly start their journey into the exlusive mansion.

INT. A BOGUS PHOTO SHOOT ROOM - NIGHT

One of the psychotic HENCHMAN is running into the phony photography room with a large tripod lifted above his head and he is rushing straight for CHERYL. Before he can strike one blow, TONY BANG BANG runs into the room from one of the adjoining doors and opens fire with a volley of shots from a Uzi Submachine Gun Nine Millimeter Parabellum, effectively ventilating his chest with multiple gunshot wounds, quickly leveling him to the ground. The other HENCHMAN runs into the room with a large blackjack and he is dashing straight towards TONY THE BUTCHER. He opens fire on the HENCHMAN with non-stop shots to his body with an AK47 7.62 Millimeter, filling him up with many holes. We see CHERYL running to one of the corners and dropping down into a fetal position and is crying many tears. STEVE is standing at the middle of the room absolutely speechless with an icy glare on his face. TONY BANG BANG exchanges a fierce eye contact with him.

LOMBARDOZZI
Well, well, well, if it isn't the prick, the pervert, the faggot-bitch, the pussified-motherfucker, the punk who likes to prey on young girls and women and tell them that he's a bigshot movie producer and lures them to this big house up in the hills, bringing them under the impression that they're going to make it big.

STEVE looks at their weapons and shakes uncontrollably.

STEVE
You guys've got it all wrong.

TONY THE BUTCHER steps closer and points his weapon at the chest of STEVE.

TAMBURELLO
No, no, no, Stevie Boy. We know all about you feeding those girls with this bullshit that they're going to rub elbows with the bigshots in the movie business.

STEVE breaks out into a mild sweat.

STEVE
You guys're mistaking me for someone else.

LOMBARDOZZI
Did you hear about Arthur Whitley being blown to tiny morsels up there in Malibu?

STEVE
The bigshot porno guy?

LOMBARDOZZI
Yeah, the slimeball who hired you and your boys to kill the young girl from Kansas City.

STEVE
I saw something about that car explosion on KTLA News.

TAMBURELLO
Well, Stevie Boy, he wanted us to pass on a message to you.

STEVE
(trembles profusely)
What message?

TAMBURELLO
To meet him in hell.

The TWO TONYS instantly open fire on STEVE and are releasing every bit of artillery left from their semi-automatic weapons, puncturing every inch of his body with hole after effective hole. STEVE slumps to the floor and in a matter of seconds he is lying in his own pool of blood. TONY BANG BANG drops his semi-automatic weapon to the ground and then walks up to STEVE'S corpse and fires more shots into his head with a .357 Magnum and a .38 Special equipped with a silencer. After creating the bloodbath with all three of their murder victims, the TWO TONYS rush out of the home leaving CHERYL still crying her eyes out over in the corner.

INT. PARADISE HOTEL AND CASINO, LAS VEGAS - NIGHT

Many adult video PORNO STARS are crowded into an enormous grand ballroom of a major Las Vegas hotel and casino right in the heart of the strip, all decked out in tuxedos and provocative evening wear. The Adult Video Entertainment (AVE)awards ceremony is taking place and we see major adult male porno star, RENE "HUNG LIKE A HORSE" ESPINOZA, is standing up at the podium on the stage proudly holding his award for 'Male Performer of the Year'. RENE is decked out in a black and white Versace tuxedo.

RENE
As many of you all might know, our good friend and gracious partner, Arthur Whitley, died in a car explosion up in Malibu a few days ago. I dedicate this award to Arthur and will continue on in his name. Thank you for this award and please keep up the good work.

The AUDIENCE breaks out into a thunderous applause and loud whistles and cheers.

EXT. HEART OF THE LAS VEGAS STRIP - NIGHT

Probably one of the longest stretch limousines in all of Las Vegas pulls up in front of the Paradise Hotel and Casino. There are many other limos pulling up in front of the hotel. We see RENE and a pack of his FEMALE GROUPIE ENTOURAGE climb inside the limo with him and they fill up every seat.

EXT. CAR OF THE TWO TONYS, FURTHER DOWN THE LAS VEGAS STRIP - NIGHT

The TWO TONYS are parked in a black Lincoln Town Car that was rented earlier from Hertz. Their keen watchful eyes are directed up the street at the Limo that holds RENE and his GROUPIES.

LOMBARDOZZI
Isn't that the spic that we're looking for? The spic with the really big dick?

TAMBURELLO
Yeah, that's him. That prick's got a stable of broads with him, too.

LOMBARDOZZI
Wouldn't any guy with a pretty face like his with a fifteen inch prick?

The long limo drives away from in front of the hotel and the TWO TONYS follow in hot pursuit along the busy strip.

INT. THE COLISEUM HOTEL AND CASINO - NIGHT

RENE and his flock of freaky and wild GROUPIE WOMEN are inside an executive suite on the tweflth floor of a hotel just off the strip having the party of a lifetime. RENE and the WOMEN are wildly parading around the room showcasing nothing but raw naked flesh. We seem them snorting many lines of pure cocaine, puffing on and passing around many fat joints, sucking on and passing around pipes with burning rocks of crack-cocaine from the other end, slamming down glass after glass of the hardest liquors, and provocatively climbing on top of one another.

INT. TWELFTH FLOOR HALLWAY - NIGHT

Echoes of moans and groans and screams filters out into the hallway, which indicates that hardcore sex is taking place inside the executive suite. We see the TWO TONYS slipping on ski masks and sliding out their pistols that are equipped with silencers.

TAMBURELLO
You ready?

LOMBARDOZZI
Let's do it.

With the fierce power of their legs, the TWO TONYS kick in the door and dart into the room. The mass of naked WOMEN rush to one of the corners of the room trying to cover up their bare necessities. The TWO TONYS point their pistols right at Rene.

LOMBARDOZZI (CONT'D)
Well, well, well, if it isn't the loverboy, the ladies man, the Latin Goldenboy, the pervert who likes to fuck little girls with no shame.

RENE mercifully stretches both arms out at the TWO TONYS.

RENE
I've never fooled around with a girl who wasn't legal.

TAMBURELLO
Just look at ya, boy. The Casanova, the Romeo, the Don Juan, the Rudy Valentino of skin flicks.

RENE
I don't know what you're talking about.

LOMBARDOZZI
How about we remind you?

The TWO TONYS sprint towards RENE and throw him face first against the wall that is parallel to the bed. They aim their pistols for his naked buttocks and open fire, landing two effective shots a piece in both of his upper and lower buttock cheeks. We see RENE running hysterically around the room squeezing tightly onto his bloody buttock cheeks, more blood trickling between his fingers and oozing down his legs.

RENE
(screams uncontrollably)
Why in the ass!

The group of WOMEN are stooped over in the corner still naked and frightened out of their minds. TONY BANG BANG points his pistol over in their direction.

LOMBARDOZZI
If you bitches don't want the same thing, then I'd suggest you keep your fucking mouths closed. Is that understood?

The WOMEN comply with a swift nodding of their heads. The TWO TONYS charge out of the room and run down a set of exit stairs.

INT. PENDERGAST MANSION - DAY

TOMMY GALLUCCIO is sitting comfortably inside the study of his plush mansion. He is staring at the front page of a recent copy of the Los Angeles Times and there is an eye-catching caption that says: "PORNO KINGPIN BLASTED IN MALIBU EXPLOSION". GALLUCCIO is glancing at an earlier photo of ARTHUR WHITLEY and begins to smile.

INT. LAKE FOREST HOME OF THE BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS - DAY

CARMINE BERNAZZOLI is sitting comfortably inside his multi-million dollar mansion in the exclusive section of Lake Forest reading a fresh copy of the Chicago Tribune. BERNAZZOLI is reading a front page caption that says: "OWNER OF MIDWESTERN STRIP CLUBS FOUND TORTURED IN ABANDONED CHICAGO WAREHOUSE". He stares at a photo of VAZZANO just to the left of the article.

INT. WRIGLEY BUILDING IN DOWNTOWN CHICAGO - LATE EVENING

MASON SHELLENBERGER is conducting a private meeting with JAMES TANNENBAUM, a corrupt regional director for Chicago's branch of The Department of Labor's Office of Worker's Compensation. They are on the tenth floor of the Wrigley Building inside TANNENBAUM'S office masterminding a scam. All of the other federal claimant workers have left the office for the evening.

SHELLENBERGER
Okay, Jimmy, you control all of the midwest region, which includes the midwest cities of Kansas City, Chicago, Cleveland, Milwaukee, and parts of Kansas, Iowa, and Nebraska.

TANNENBAUM
Yes, those cities are within my region and I oversee the day-to-day operations from those designated districts.

SHELLENBERGER
Do you remember my friend Nick Ballard?

TANNENBAUM
Sure I do.

SHELLENBERGER
Nick's going to print out the bogus pharmacy and other medical receipts from those sophisticated computer systems that he has access to at his different pharmacy offices.

TANNENBAUM
What do you need for me to do at my end?

SHELLENBERGER
You're the gatekeeper to this goldmine here in the midwest. You give the final okays to the worker's compensation claims.

TANNENBAUM
What exactly do I have to do?

SHELLENBERGER
Work with us in helping set up bogus worker's compensation claims. We have all the avenues set up to where the money will be funneled back to us.

TANNENBAUM
Let me explain something to you, Shell.

SHELLENBERGER
I'm listening.

TANNENBAUM
Chicago, Kansas City, Cleveland, and Milwaukee are listed under district seven. States like Iowa, Nebraska, and Kansas are within district five. All of these territories are under the district office territorial jurisdiction, which all of them fall under the federal employees' compensation act.

SHELLENBERGER
In other words, they're all under your jurisdiction?

TANNENBAUM
Correct.

SHELLENBERGER
That's great.

TANNENBAUM
We closely monitor all of the worker's compensation forms and the claims that comes through this office and in all other districts.

SHELLENBERGER
You're speaking of the form CA-822 and Form 1540?

TANNENBAUM
Yes, the direct pays and the reimbursements.

SHELLENBERGER
Aren't they the forms that pay claimants directly and the forms that reimburse them for their medicine, ambulance rides, hospital costs, and other costs accrued?

TANNENBAUM
Precisely. There's also ambulance, supply, travel, and prompt pay forms that shells out big money to these same claimants.

SHELLENBERGER
If you can create through your office, bogus names, addresses, cities, states, date of births, and social security numbers, Nick can create bogus pharmacy and medical receipts to work in conjuction with the direct pays and reimbursements and prompt pays.

TANNENBAUM
Not so fast, Shell. Most of those forms have to be approved by the shotcallers at the American Medical Association.

SHELLENBERGER
And Nick's got big clout with the bigshot guys at the AMA and the Missouri and Kansas and Illinois Pharmacy Associations.

TANNENBAUM
Keep in mind, that on health insurance claim forms, the dates of service and procedure codes, in conjunction with the charges, have to match up perfectly with the dates and charges on the pharmacy and medical receipts that Nick's able to falsely create.

SHELLENBERGER
No problem for a man of Nick's caliber.

TANNENBAUM
Your plan's a brilliant one.

SHELLENBERGER
I'll be paying the district directors in Cleveland and Milwaukee a visit in a few days.

TANNENBAUM
They'll be glad to see you.

SHELLENBERGER
Okay, let's rock and roll.

TANNENBAUM
You're Mason Shellenberger. I'm James Tannenbaum. And together, there's nothing that our brilliant Jewish minds can't accomplish.

SHELLENBERGER and TANNENBAUM arise from their seats and reach out to shake each other's hands.

INT. MEDICAL PLAZA OFFICE BUILDING IN CICERO - DAY

Inside a large office on the sixth floor of a stone office building that houses the offices of PHYSICIANS and other MEDICAL STAFF MEMBERS, we see veteran millionaire-pharmacist NICK BALLARD printing a long row of bogus medical and pharmacy receipts from a sophisticated computer database system and a large printer.

INT. WRIGLEY BUILDING, NEXT DAY - MORNING

MAILROOM CLERKS are opening mail for The Department of Labor. They are stacking up many falsified worker's compensation forms that came with receipts that were cleverly mailed in by corrupt OWCP ASSOCIATES.

INT. WRIGLEY BUILDING, AGAIN - MORNING

MAILROOM CLERKS are handing over stacks of worker's compensation claim forms to a group of five DATA ENTRY OPERATORS who are contracted through The Department of Labor. We see JAMES TANNENBAUM conservatively walking along the aisles watching the DATA ENTRY OPERATORS process the forms.

INT. PENDERGAST MANSION - DAY

The BOSSES and their ASSOCIATES from the midwest territories are having another 'Meeting of the Midwest Families' in Kansas City. The room is filled with smoking and drinking and eating appetizers from the silver platters. MASON SHELLENBERGER is not present and we see CARMINE BERNAZZOLI and TOMMY GALLUCCIO sitting at the head of the table from opposite ends.

CARMINE
Men, unfortunately, Shell couldn't make it due to him being on business for us in Cleveland. I'm sure you've heard about the trouble we're having with those jerkoffs that run Local 207 in Chicago.

GALLUCCIO nods his head and fizzles out a low grunt.

GALLUCCIO
The boss of that local, a prick named Remo Petrelli, who's a member of the union's executive board, he hired Teamsters Union members and leased them out to different warehouse companies in Chicago, and he's paying them thirty-percent below the rate that the warehouses would normally pay.

CARMINE
Didn't Remo cut this so-called sweetheart deal with those same warehouse companies?

MICHAEL ejects his arm out to the middle of the table.

MICHAEL
Those warehouse workers and the guys who drive trucks for his trucking companies are striking with picket signs right in front of those buildings.

GALLUCCIO
That's the last thing we need since the Teamsters are still having trouble with unions all over the country.

MICHAEL
Okay, if Remo's shorting these guys thirty-percent, then where's this money that he's been peeling off going to?

GALLUCCIO
Where else?

CARMINE guzzles down a shot of scotch and snarls in the face.

CARMINE
We've got a goddam thief in our organization!

GALLUCCIO
Lining his pockets with our money.

CARMINE
Remo is splitting part of the cash with one of his gutter-rat flunkies, some prick out of Lyons, Illinois named Jimmy Amato.

MICHAEL
Amato's a Teamsters leader and he's also muscling in on our loansharking and gambling operations on the south side.

CARMINE
Can you believe the iron cast balls on this sonofabitch?

MICHAEL
And this sweetheart deal that Remo dreamed up is making payments to Amato under the table.

GALLUCCIO points all around the table.

GALLUCCIO
The law's going to try and send Remo up for breaching his duties and Local 207's trying to appoint a hearing panel to determine if he's guilty and what penalties he should face.

CARMINE
The feds are eventually going to get Remo to talk.

GALLUCCIO
He's going to bump his chops and tell them that he siphoned the money to Local 450 here in Kansas City.

CARMINE
The feds are going to find out that Amato's got ties to Local 207 and 450, and that's when they're going to come after us.

MICHAEL hisses and abruptly speaks.

MICHAEL
Remo and Amato's got to go. They stole from us and lied straight through their teeth.

GALLUCCIO
Remo breached his constitutional and fiduciary duties and that's going to bring heat on us by reproaching upon other unions.

MICHAEL
We've got to get to him before the feds do.

CARMINE exchanges lethal eye-contact with MICHAEL and GALLUCCIO.

CARMINE
We can't afford to have any loose cannons bringing the spotlight on our families.

CARMINE shifts his eyes over to the TWO TONYS and a sinister expression comes across his face.

CARMINE (CONT'D)
Tony Bang Bang and Tony Butcher. We've got a piece of work that we need you two to take care of.

The TWO TONYS nod their heads in absolute submission while keeping their eyes locked on CARMINE. MICHAEL then turns his full attention over to the TWO TONYS.

MICHAEL
We also want you two to muscle in on the south side rackets and whack out those wannabe loansharks and gamblers who've been sculpting out our territory.

CARMINE turns his full attention over to SAL BONADONNA.

CARMINE
Sally, you've got any guys out of your Cleveland street crews that we can send to Chicago with the Two Tonys?

BONADONNA slams down a quick shot of bourbon and sucks in a deep breath.

BONADONNA
I've got four associates from the Cleveland street crews who are experts in explosives and firearms.

CARMINE
Sounds like they'll be perfect for the job.

EXT. WAREHOUSE ON WEST SIDE OF CHICAGO - DAY

A group of WAREHOUSE EMPLOYEES and TRUCK DRIVERS are protesting against Local Union 207, one of Chicago's most popular labor unions, in front of a huge warehouse. We see these WORKERS parading around in circles with big picket signs that display various messages against Local Union 207, in which they are chanting messages for better pay and work conditions.

GROUP OF WORKERS
(perfect cadence and unison)
We want benefits! Better pay now! We want benefits! Better pay now!

INT. OFFICE BUILDING IN DOWNTOWN CLEVELAND - EVENING

SHELLENBERGER and a corrupt district director for Cleveland's branch of The Department of Labor's OWCP office, AGNES STAFFORD, are having a late evening meeting inside his office on the seventh floor of a busy Cleveland office building. Both MEN are devising a scam that surrounds governmental documentation.

SHELLENBERGER
Agnes, give me a quick rundown of how your office is set up here in Cleveland.

AGNES
Well, Mr. Shellenberger, we have senior claims examiners and regular claims examiners. There's the adjudication and the post-adjudication units in which examiners handle on a day-to-day basis. Up front, we have a medical code specialist and a fiscal specialist.

SHELLENBERGER
Sounds like a chain of command.

AGNES
In addition, we also have a doctor and a field nurse on staff who handles patient's medical forms. Collectively, these people handle the direct pays, the reimbursements, the prompt pays, the remittance advice summaries from the group health plans, and pharmacy invoices.

SHELLENBERGER
My good friend and business associate has access to a nationwide pharmacy database.

AGNES
Talk about having a lot of clout.

SHELLENBERGER
Nick knows those national drug codes like the inside of his hand, just like scientific clockwork. He's already putting a blinding shawl over the eyes of the American Pharmaceutical Association and the Food and Drug Administration.

AGNES
Very clever, Mr. Shellenberger.

SHELLENBERGER
Give me more information about the structure of this Cleveland office.

AGNES
We also have third party assignees and contracted staff in another part of the office.

SHELLENBERGER
You'll push through the direct pays and reimbursements and prompt pays with all of the bogus information, then Nick will match them up with the bogus receipts.

SHELLENBERGER and AGNES stand and exchange handshakes.

INT. CITY CLUB OF CHICAGO - DAY

Inside the large conference hall and banquet room of the City Club of Chicago, Secretary of Labor, CHARLES MCKEE, a wavy-haired and baggy and veiny-eyed man of medium height and weight, is walking up on stage to speak to an audience of two-hundred well-dressed men and women, and is ready to give a speech surrounding jobs and growth plans to Illinoisans. The AUDIENCE stands and receives him with a thunderous applause and a series of whistles as he is suddenly flanked by the MAYOR of Chicago and the GOVERNOR of Illinois.

MCKEE
I'd like to thank you all for that wonderful reception.

The AUDIENCE quiets down and takes a seat. MCKEE points over to the MAYOR and the GOVERNOR.

MCKEE (CONT'D)
I'm honored to be in the company of the mayor and governor, who, by the way, are doing magnificent jobs with this city and with this state.

The AUDIENCE applauds and whistles with bright smiles on their faces.

MCKEE (CONT'D)
Let me start by saying that I just left Kansas City, Missouri, and I spoke about ways to add protection for workers and enhance the Labor Department's ability to combat health and insurance fraud and to clean up a lot of the dirty unions. With your diligence, we can overcome these major hurdles that we're faced with.

The AUDIENCE once again replies with a calmer applause.

MCKEE (CONT'D)
The President and I have outlined three main goals on the government's agenda. First, promote investments by individuals and businesses that will lead to economic growth and job creation. Second, encourage consumer spending that will continue to boost the economic recovery and create jobs. Third, deliver critical assistance to unemployed citizens across our great nation.

The AUDIENCE acknowledges his words with yet another applause and smiling faces. MCKEE straightens his tie and clears his voice.

MCKEE (CONT'D)
We never stop setting goals at The Department of Labor for the American people. The Workforce Investment Act has been re-authorized and that gives us an opportunity to make significant improvements. We can strengthen the governance structure of our system by serving at-risk youth by targeting services to high school dropouts, court-involved youth, and young people transitioning out of the foster care system.

MCKEE pauses for a quick sip of water and the AUDIENCE applauds once again. We see two men who are in their early forties, REMO PETRELLI and JIMMY AMATO, a corrupt union leader of Local 207 out of Chicago and his closest associate. They are sitting quietly towards the back rows on the right side. PETRELLI leans over and whispers in the ear of AMATO.

PETRELLI
He's up there feeding these people with all this cowshit about patching up the economy. We're here to find out how he's supposedly going to clean up the mess with Local 207.

AMATO leans over to whisper back into the ear of PETRELLI.

AMATO
We helped create this mess, so it's up to us to straighten things out.

PETRELLI
It wasn't just us.

AMATO
We'll get things back in order.

MCKEE moves closer to the microphone.

MCKEE
I'm going to end this speech by giving you the re-assurance that you need, Chicago. Getting people back to work is what this department does. Giving people hope in their future is our job. I thank you, Chicago, and please keep up the good work.

The AUDIENCE stands and erupts with a thunderous applause and many whistles and cheers. We also see the TWO TONYS in attendance, their presence anonymous in the very back of the big hall. They are shrewdly dressed in semi-business attire to blend in with the rest of the CROWD. While the AUIDENCE is still applauding and whistling, they move closer to one another.

LOMBARDOZZI
Look at those three standing up there. It's like Tommy and Carmine and Mikey always said, they're nothing but legal gangsters.

TONY THE BUTCHER focuses his attention up at MCKEE, the MAYOR of Chicago, and the GOVERNOR of Illinois.

TAMBURELLO
Yeah, they're fucking every last one of these people in here every single day.

LOMBARDOZZI
All of America as far as that's concerned.

TAMBURELLO
You're right.

MCKEE is stepping off the stage and MEN and WOMEN from the audience begin to bumrush him. UNION REPRESENTATIVES and UNION WORKERS from the International Brotherhood of Teamsters, Union Local 207, there in Chicago, who are wearing union credentials, are some of the main ones surrounding MCKEE. PETRELLI and AMATO avoid the spotlight by cleverly sneaking out of the big hall. The TWO TONYS follow a few yards behind them undetected.

EXT. PARKING LOT OF CITY CLUB OF CHICAGO - DAY

PETRELLI and AMATO step up to get inside their car and find two colorful flyers pressed against the front windshield that is aggressively advertising for "The Pleasure Palace" strip club there in Chicago. We see bright colorful pictures of some of the knockout gorgeous WOMEN displayed on the flyer. They take a moment to check out the lovely DANCERS.

INT. THE PLEASURE PALACE STRIP CLUB - NIGHT

The Pleasure Palace strip club is in full effect. There are many DANCERS entertaining the MEN who came for birthday and bachelor parties and business events, which are taking place from end of the club to the next. The place is pumped up with great music and DANCERS shaking their bodies on stage. We see PETRELLI and AMATO guzzling down drink after drink up in the VIP section.

PETRELLI
There's enough beef in here to put a slaughterhouse out of business.

AMATO
No, there's enough ass in here to keep ya dick hard for a lifetime.

PETRELLI
Just look at all of this pussy around us.

AMATO
Young, tender, fresh, and just waiting to get fucked.

We see PETRELLI and AMATO slamming down more drinks and having a good time with the most gorgeous DANCERS, all courtesy of the CRIME BOSSES and part of a conspiracy. PETRELLI and AMATO decide they've gotten trashed enough on the hard liquor and begin walking towards the door staggering.

EXT. PARKING LOT OF THE PLEASURE PALACE - NIGHT

Two cars are parked side-by-side in a very dark patch of the nearly abandoned parking lot. VALET PARKERS and SECURITYMEN were told to go home earlier. In the first car, we see TONY BANG BANG and GAETANO "TRIGGER TOMMY" CAMMISANO both sitting in the front seat. TRIGGER TOMMY is a well-built man of medium height who comes from SAL BONADONNA'S Cleveland street crew. In the second car, we see TONY BANG BANG and PHILLIP "BIG PHIL" LAROCCA both sitting in the front seat. BIG PHIL is a very large man with a massive and bulky physique and stands six-feet-six, also coming out of BONADONNA'S Cleveland street crew. PETRELLI and AMATO are walking towards their car and swaggering as though they're drunk out of their minds. Out of nowhere, the TWO TONYS and TRIGGER TOMMY and BIG PHIL savagely ambush PETRELLI and AMATO with brass knuckles and sawed-off pipes. The TWO TONYS brutally crash their sets of brass knuckles into the faces of PETRELLI and AMATO, quickly leveling them to the ground with much blood gushing from their mouths.

LOMBARDOZZI
You motherfucking raw pieces of puke!

TAMBURELLO
Yeah, you disgusting pieces of maggot-filled swine!

BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are bending down whacking PETRELLI and AMATO across the head with their sawed-off iron pipes, a series of nicks, cuts, deep slashes, and clots appearing all across their brutalized faces. Using his brute strength, BIG PHIL snatches PETRELLI up off the ground by his shirt collar and TONY THE BUTCHER works him over real good with his set of brass knuckles. BIG PHIL drops PETRELLI back to the ground and quickly snatches up AMATO by his shirt collar. TONY BANG BANG works him over real good with his brass knuckles and then spits in his face. BIG PHIL drops AMATO to the ground and then we simultaneously see all four MEN pull pistols from out of their shirts.

LAROCCA
(huffs and puffs)
This is what we do to greedy cocksuckers who try and peel off extra for themselves.

CAMMISANO
(takes a deep breather)
You're nothing but raw pieces of sewage from the gutters.

The TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY all aim their pistols down at PETRELLI and AMATO. All of them unload a series of rounds into PETRELLI and AMATO, leaving them ventilated with many bullet holes. Before fleeing the bloody murder scene, we see them dumping their bodies into the trunk of their own car and then driving the same car off to be abandoned in an unclosed location.

EXT. SOUTH SIDE OF CHICAGO - NIGHT

The TWO TONYS and "BIG PHIL" LAROCCA and "TRIGGER TOMMY" CAMMISANO are discreetly driving through the mean streets of Chicago in a blue van with smoked windows, particularly on the crime-infested South side. We see TRIGGER TOMMY in the back holding an Uzi Submachine Gun and BIG PHIL sitting next to him holding an AK47 as TONY BANG BANG is cruising behind the wheel. TONY THE BUTCHER, who is sitting on the passenger's side, spots the STREET HOODS who have been shaking down the loanshark and prostitution CUSTOMERS and the LABOR RACKETEERING REPRESENTATIVES from the BERNAZZOLI family, who exclusively control the South side. A group of about twenty STREET HOODS are hanging out in front of a popular social club operated by ASSOCIATES of the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS.

TAMBURELLO
(points)
There they are over there.

TONY BANG BANG shakes his head in total disapprovement.

LOMBARDOZZI
Those retarded jerks are dumber than I thought.

BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are in the back of the van loading magazines into their high-powered assault weapons.

TAMBURELLO
Ready, Big Phil?

BIG PHIL smiles while gripping his weapon.

LAROCCA
Ready, Tony Butcher.

TONY BANG BANG looks back at TRIGGER TOMMY.

LOMBARDOZZI
How about you, Trigger Tommy?

TRIGGER TOMMY leans forward cuffing his weapon.

CAMMISANO
Ready as I'll ever be, Tony Bang Bang.

TONY THE BUTCHER shuts off the van's lights, slams down on the accelerator, and then speeds towards the front of the busy social club. BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY jump out of the back of the van and opens fire on all the men standing around, instantly leveling all of them to the ground with many rounds from their assault weapons. Approximately all twenty of the HOODLUMS from rival Chicago street gang crews are spread across the ground all shot up and lying in their own pools of blood. All of them except two are dead. We see these two HOODLUMS trying to crawl away while pinching their bullet wounds. TONY BANG BANG wants to confirm his brutal nature as he walks up and sticks his nine millimeter into the back of one of the HOODLUM'S head, pulls the trigger, and causes brain matter and mists of fine blood to spray into the air like a pinkish substance from the enormous force crashing into the back of his skull. TONY THE BUTCHER daringly steps up and empties his .357 into the back of another HOODLUM'S head, blowing away the entire back of his head. EVERYONE lying on the ground is dead. The TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY jump into the van and they speed off.

INT. LAKE FOREST HOME OF THE BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS - DAY

CARMINE and MICHAEL BERNAZZOLI are sitting comfortably and peacefully inside the den of their multi-million dollar Lake Forest Mansion reading fresh copies of the Chicago Tribune and the Chicago Sun-Times. CARMINE is reading a copy of the Chicago Tribune with a front page headlining caption of: "TEAMSTERS BOSS AND ASSOCIATE FOUND MURDERED IN TRUNK OF CAR". MICHAEL is reading a copy of the Chicago Sun-Times with a front page caption of: "SOUTH SIDE BLOODBATH RAISES QUESTION WITH CHICAGO CRIME COMMISSION".

INT. PENDERGAST MANSION - MORNING

GALLUCCIO is sitting in his pajamas reading a fresh copy of The Kansas City Times. He is staring at a caption in bold letters in the Metropolitan section that says: "CORRUPT TEAMSTER LEADER AND ASSOCIATE FOUND BRUTALLY MURDERED".

INT. LAKE FOREST HOME OF THE BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS - DAY

Criminal DIGNITARIES from the midwest have come to the breathtakingly beautiful Victorian-style mansion of the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS in the Northeastern Illinois section of Lake Forest in Lake County to proclaim their full allegiance. On one side of the enormous oak conference table, we see GALLUCCIO, SHELLENBERGER, MATURO, and BONADONNA. On the opposite side , we see the TWO TONYS, FRANKIE BONECUTTER, BOBBY THE CRUSHER, BIG PHIL, and TRIGGER TOMMY. Sitting on the table there are silver platters of food and ice buckets with clean ashtrays and fifths and pints of liquor. All of the ATTENDEES for 'The Meeting of the Midwest Families' begin to pick away at the food platters and they are pouring themselves a drink and firing up cigars and cigarettes. CARMINE and MICHAEL enter the huge conference room and an aura of supreme respect blankets the atmosphere.

CARMINE
Men, I'd like to express my thanks to everyone of you who accepted my invitations to this meeting.

CARMINE takes a strong drag off his cigar and belts down a quick shot of vodka.

CARMINE (CONT'D)
The first order of business that I'm bringing to the table takes place out in L.A.

BONADONNA chuckles while sucking on his fat cigar.

BONADONNA
La La Land?

CARMINE
Yeah, La La Land. The land of freaks, druggies, queers, nutcakes, and the bigshots with the millions and billions to throw around like useless garbage.

MATURO blows out a long drag of cigar smoke.

MATURO
You described that place right, my friend.

CARMINE
We're having problems out of one of the moviestar bigshots out there. Everybody here knows that when those actors and actresses out there in Hollywood make it big, they think that their shit don't stink anymore, you know, they think they shit rose petals or gold bricks. They parade around that town with everybody kissing their asses and worshipping them, practically willing to sniff up in their smelly assholes and suck their shribbled dicks just to get an autograph.

CARMINE takes a couple of long drags off his cigar.

CARMINE (CONT'D)
I've always looked at those moviestar bigshots as no different than anyone else. They eat, sleep, shit, piss, fart, fuck, cry, laugh, and wash and wipe their asses like everybody else.

GALLUCCIO slams down a shot of bourbon before speaking.

GALLUCCIO
Their blood is no redder than the next person's.

CARMINE scans the conference room with shifting, vengeful eyes.

CARMINE
In the end, most of them are nothing but a bunch of sleazy whores who vacuum nosebleed up their nostrils all day and get wasted on booze. But, there's one hotheaded bigshot out there who's got be brought down a notch or two.

MATURO averts his eyes over to CARMINE.

MATURO
Who are we talking about, Carmine?

CARMINE
Barry Bloomingdale, Charlie.

MATURO
The Jewboy from out there in Chicago Heights?

BONADONNA eludes into the conversation.

BONADONNA
He's got broads trying to break into his house. Those young groupie broads can't get enough of him.

MATURO
Guys like him gets pussy by the pound.

CARMINE
Mikey and Tommy and I had a sitdown and we all agree that this Barry Bloomingdale's got past debts owed to us and we stop at nothing to collect.

GALLUCCIO moves forward in his seat while chewing on his half-smoked cigar.

GALLUCCIO
Men, this Barry Bloomingdale, he used to be a good kid and we were all proud of him, with him shooting all the way to the top and all. We helped him when he was just a two-bit nobody acting in cheap community theatres here in the midwest, doing scrappy acting gigs in cities like Chicago, Kansas City, and Cleveland. We knew that he had a wealth of talent and helped him with publicity and to buy clothes and get better paying acting gigs, all of this costing about sixty to seventy grand, which was quite a bit when he was first starting out. We also hooked him up with some of those bigshot Hollywood producers and he became a big star because of our generosity.

MICHAEL bombards into the discussion and speaks authoritatively.

MICHAEL
We put up some big cash to make Bloomingdale larger-than-life.

CARMINE
A lot of that same cash came out of the funds from our families and we even put up a little extra on a personal basis.

SHELLENBERGER exhales and makes a slight grunt.

SHELLENBERGER
Barry Bloomingdale abandoned the financial end of his motion picture commitments that he once made to the Galluccio and Bernazzoli families.

SHELLENBERGER takes a sip from his frosty glass of straight gin.

SHELLENBERGER (CONT'D)
We all know that Barry Bloomingdale is still one of the biggest movie stars in Hollywood.

CARMINE guzzles down a shot of liquor and nods his head.

CARMINE
In the entire world, as far as that matters.

SHELLENBERGER
Barry reneged on some very important film commitments, somewhere in the neighborhood of forty to fifty million bucks.

MICHAEL throws out a hand signal.

MICHAEL
Either we pinch this guy now or we'll never get our money.

SHELLENBERGER
But I think we should proceed with caution. This Barry Bloomingdale might play pussy and go running to the goddam authorities. And then we'll all end up getting fucked.

CARMINE blows a long drag of smoke in the direction of SHELLENBERGER.

CARMINE
Pussy or not, we're going to get our money one way or another.

SHELLENBERGER sways his head uncontrollably.

SHELLENBERGER
Okay, but it won't look good when the newspapers and tabloids start writing stories about a major Hollywood star becoming the victimized extortion target of major midwest mafia families.

CARMINE
We're going to squeeze our money out of this hotshot prick one way or another.

GALLUCCIO taps his glass down on the table to gain attention.

GALLUCCIO
With the right approach, Bloomingdale will turn over the cash.

SHELLENBERGER
We'll get him to sign a binding contract which will be part of any records citing joint movie projects from the past and some for the future.

CARMINE shifts his mischevious eyes over to the TWO TONYS while firing up a fresh cigar.

CARMINE
Tony Bang Bang and Tony Butcher, we want you two to handle this piece of work for us. We want you to take Big Phil and Trigger Tommy with you out to L.A. just in case you might need some backup. Go out there and talk to Bloomingdale, talk business with him and make him feel comfortable. Don't rough him up or make any attempts to ice this guy, but let him know that he's got debts to pay off and what the consequences will be if he doesn't sign over the cash.

The TWO TONYS are both smiling and nodding their heads.

LOMBARDOZZI
Consider it done, Carmine.

TAMBURELLO
No problem at all, Carmine.

EXT. SHRINE AUDITORIUM IN HOLLYWOOD - EVENING

Standing on the alluring red carpet for an upcoming ceremony for the Golden Globe Awards is Hollywood mega-superstar BARRY BLOOMINGDALE, a fifty-something strikingly handsome man with boyish good looks and coal black hair that is pushed back, and his girlfriend, CINDY VALLARIO, a gorgeous blonde with golden tanned skin and striking bluish-green eyes, who is also a top star of television and motion pictures. BARRY is decked out in a tailor-made tuxedo restrictively designed by VERSACE. CINDY is looking very breathtaking in a black evening dress with spaghetti straps especially designed by VALENTINO. We see many other Hollywood STARS moving about the red carpet and the many FANS are up in the bleachers screaming out BARRY'S and CINDY'S names.

FANS
(collectively and sporadically)
We love you, Barry! We love you, Cindy!

BARRY and CINDY are receiving the loudest cheers from the aggressive and diehard FANS. The couple are posing elegantly for the photo snapping papparazzi and tabloids while hugging and kissing. We see the TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY up in the bleachers blended in with the loudly cheering FANS.

LOMBARDOZZI
Look at'em, guys. Got everybody in this town kissing his almighty ass.

TAMBURELLO
Must be nice to have millions of people putting their teeth marks all into your ass.

An attractive brunette REPORTER from 'Entertainment Tonight' rushes up and shoves her microphone up in BARRY'S face.

REPORTER
Barry, how does it feel being nominated for your fourth Golden Globe?

BARRY
(cheerfully)
Feels great!

REPORTER
How will you celebrate if you win?

BARRY
Either way, it feels good to know that your work's still appreciated by the fans and the film critics.

REPORTER
Judging by the response of the fans up there, they loved you in 'Clever Instincts', which, by the way, was an extraordinary film.

BARRY
Thank you very much.

EVERYONE begins to file inside the Shrine Auditorium.

INT. SHRINE AUDITORIUM - NIGHT

The entire auditorium is packed with CELEBRITIES and their DATES and SIGNIFICANT OTHERS and many other Hollywood NOTABLES. We see a well-known ACTRESS of television and motion pictures on stage opening an envelope.

ACTRESS
And the winner for best performance by an actor in a motion picture is Barry Bloomingdale for Clever Instincts.

Out in the audience, BARRY jumps out of his seat and bends down to kiss CINDY. He cheerfully dashes down the carpeted aisle and runs up on stage to kiss the ACTRESS as he happily accepts his award. The AUDIENCE stops clapping and calms down.

BARRY
Wow! Let me start by thanking the director, the producer, the writers, and the entire cast and all of the crew for making 'Clever Instincts' one great movie. You guys all did a marvelous job.

BARRY pauses a moment to catch his breath and wipe beads of sweat from his face.

BARRY (CONT'D)
I'd like to thank my wonderful parents, who are no longer with us, but who helped give birth to a dream of mine's that materialized beyond my wildest imagination. I'd like to thank my friend, my lover, my rock, my better half, which is none other than my lady, Cindy Vallario. Finally, to everyone who believed in me up to this point, I thank you and may God bless all of you.

The jam-packed auditorium erupts into a thunderous applause and BARRY walks off stage proudly holding his Golden Globe Award.

INT. LAKE FOREST HOME OF THE BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS - EVENING

The BOSSES are having yet another 'Meeting of the Midwest Families' with their ASSOCIATES and HENCHMEN. The TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are not in attendance due to their assignment given to them to shake down BARRY BLOOMINGDALE. As usual, they are eating, drinking, and smoking as they discuss business matters that affects their crime families. CARMINE and MICHAEL are mandatingly sitting at the heads of the table puffing on fat cigars.

CARMINE
Men, there's something that sends rocket fuel running through my veins, something that raises my goddam blood pressue high enough to put me in a fucking coma.

SHELLENBERGER knows that his valuable services are needed once again and he weaves early into the discussion.

SHELLENBERGER
Are we, of course, speaking of our troubles on Wall Street?

CARMINE
Yes, Shell, we are.

SHELLENBERGER
Men, I know that you guys have got a piece of more than a dozen of the brokerage firms, and those same firms have always kicked back some huge returns. But, as of lately, the interest returns in some of the biggest companies have been falling faster than ever.

CARMINE
Why's that, Shell?

SHELLENBERGER produces a fresh copy of The Wall Street Journal and flips to the section for the list of major stocks and their rising and falling prices.

SHELLENBERGER
A lot of those mutual funds are lowering their five-percent loads to three-percent at a hundred grand of an investment.

GALLUCCIO exerts a raunchy snarl.

GALLUCCIO
Greedy fucking pigs!

SHELLENBERGER
Those brokers who control the same companies where you guys have got big money invested are deliberately splitting investments way below the breakpoint level, and that's basically why investors like yourselves aren't getting your discounts.

CARMINE hisses out an angry gesture.

CARMINE
Are you telling me that we're dealing with some Wall Street thieves?

SHELLENBERGER
Brokers from the same firms where you guys have got big money tied in with, they're purposely selling lousy stocks. Those same bums are selling the most profitable stocks before the bubble bursts, and they're skimming big profits straight off from the top.

CARMINE
So, we are dealing with some thieves.

SHELLENBERGER
You guys read The Wall Street Journal, and you also monitor the stock market and know that these pricks are big-time crooks.

CARMINE
Nothing's ever going to change with those guys.

SHELLENBERGER
The last four quarters have been laden with restructuring costs as the companies are slashing their expenses to match the plummeting revenue.

MICHAEL instantly sends out a long and violent howl.

MICHAEL
Bull-fucking-shit! How about we send somebody up there to Wall Street to restructure those retarded bastard's faces?

SHELLENBERGER
And the worst insult of all, those traders and brokers with the same companies that you guys are connected with, are artifically inflating the stocks, and then they're pulling out when the value of those same stocks plummet.

MICHAEL pounds his fists onto the hard table.

MICHAEL
Hey, Carmine and Tommy, how about we personally make a trip to New York and realistically inflate those dumb faggots heads?

GALLUCCIO points over at SHELLENBERGER with concern.

GALLUCCIO
So, Shell, where do we stand right now?

SHELLENBERGER transmits a very disappointed expression.

SHELLENBERGER
Well, in hindsight, I closely studied the stock index and prices on the stocks that you guys have big bucks invested in, only to find out that the market activity declined and there were no percentage gains whatsoever.

CARMINE
For instance?

SHELLENBERGER
For instance, your biggest investments are in Universal Computer Systems. Universal's shares dropped from fifty dollars and about seventy-five cents a share to about thirty dollars and twenty cents a share. Figuratively, that's roughly about a twenty dollar and fifty cents decline. That's some serious cash when it all adds up.

GALLUCCIO looks very upset after hearing this bad news.

GALLUCCIO
Tell us more about our other losses, Shell.

SHELLENBERGER
Worldwide Telecommunications Association slipped by almost two bucks last week. There's also Davis-Parcel, one of the biggest producers of networking equipment. Davis-Parcel fell by ninety-cents a few days ago.

GALLUCCIO
This whole deal with losing money and Dow Jones and Nasdaq and Wall Street crap has got all of our heads spinning.

SHELLENBERGER
Many stocks on Wall Street can't sustain their gains and the value of the dollar just keeps on falling.

GALLUCCIO
Are we talking about another major stock market crash?

SHELLENBERGER
Not quite.

CARMINE transmits a hissing noise over to SHELLENBERGER.

CARMINE
Those smooth criminals are lining their pockets with everybody's money. They're skimming the skim and think men like us don't know what hit us when we start losing big bucks. But, all of this is about to come to an end and real soon.

MICHAEL
We all agree.

EVERYONE at the table nods their hands in absolute agreement.

CARMINE
The guy who owns the Grizzlies NFL team here in Chicago just sold a colossal piece of his shares that he had invested in Worldwide Telecommunications. This billionaire-hotshot-bum sold about fifty million of his shares.

SHELLENBERGER
He sold all of his shares for six-hundred million. I know that his profit margin had to be a couple'a hundred million.

CARMINE
And he sold the stocks to Goldstein-Bloomington.

SHELLENBERGER
Goldstein-Bloomington is going to resell them to institutional investors. If the Grizzlies owner can cash in on selling his stocks with Worldwide Telecommunications, then why can't you guys?

EVERYONE nods their heads with sheer approval.

SHELLENBERGER (CONT'D)
Men, as you already know, the stock market constantly fluctuates. It's a crazy and uncertain business. You never know from one day to the next. But, at the same time, it doesn't help to have a bunch of crooks stealing from us.

CARMINE points over at SHELLENBERGER with a shaky finger.

CARMINE
That's why we want you to handle this piece of work for us. We're sending you up there on Wall Street to straighten out that bum who calls himself a broker. I believe that he handles shares for Worldwide Telecommunications and Davis-Parcel.

GALLUCCIO signals with his hand over to SHELLENBERGER.

GALLUCCIO
Shell, if you have any problems, I mean any problems, whatsoever, in New York, as far as your safety or problems with money, just give us a call and we'll wire you the cash or send some of our men up there for backup.

SHELLENBERGER
I believe the stock broker who handles Worldwide Telecommunications and Davis-Parcel is a Jewish hotshot named Richard Rosenkrantz. I'll have an appointment set up with him when I get there.

GALLUCCIO
Everything will be taken care of once you get to the airport.

SHELLENBERGER
I'll have copies of your investment portfolios and stock indexes of Worldwide Telecommunications and Davis-Parcel to present to this thieving sonofabitch Richard Rosenkrantz.

The meeting is adjourned and all the ATTENDEES are leaving the table.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS ESTATE OF BARRY BLOOMINGDALE - DAY

The TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are dressed in suits like businessmen and are standing at the high wrought iron gate of BARRY BLOOMINGDALE'S estate. We see TONY BANG BANG pushing a buzzer for a speaker phone system.

BARRY
(over speaker system)
Yes, can I help you?

LOMBARDOZZI
(into speaker system)
Barry Bloomingdale?

BARRY
(over speaker system)
Yes, what do you want?

LOMBARDOZZI
(into speaker system)
My name's Carl Davis. I was sent to talk to you by Mr. Lacey Goldberg with Galaxy Entertainment Group.

BARRY pauses a moment because the name doesn't sound familiar.

BARRY
(over speaker system)
Okay, I'll be with you in just a few seconds.

INT. GUEST ROOM OF BARRY'S ESTATE - DAY

Inside the immaculately decorated guest room, The TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are sitting on a snow white Italian leather sofa sipping on drinks while BARRY is sitting on a matching white leather loveseat. TONY BANG BANG turns to look across the room and notices a colossal thirty-thousand gallon tank filled with large piranhas.

LOMBARDOZZI
About how many of those babies do ya have in that tank?

BARRY
Forty, maybe fifty of them.

TONY BANG BANG opens a big black briefcase and produces a thin stack of papers that are notarized contracts for BARRY to sign.

LOMBARDOZZI
Well, Barry, I was sent by a good friend of Lacey Goldberg to speak with you about your prior abandoned movie commitments.

BARRY slams his tall frosty glass of bourbon and coke down on the imported marble table.

BARRY
(angrily)
Prior abandoned movie commitments! What in the hell are you talking about, Mr. Davis?

TONY BANG BANG belts down a straight shot of vodka and speaks with much bass in his voice.

LOMBARDOZZI
I'm talking about the millions, maybe even billions, of dollars that your thirty movies or so have grossed over the last twenty years.

BARRY
You're speaking out of your ass, Mr. Davis!

LOMBARDOZZI
I'm talking about some of the millions that your box office proceeds were supposed to kick back to Mr. Goldberg's friends.

BARRY
First, I had no binding contracts with anyone outside of Mr. Goldberg or outside of the studios that Mr. Goldberg controls. Second, who in the fuck are you to come to my house and confront me about oweing money to anyone?

LOMBARDOZZI
Barry, you reneged on joint film commitments that were supposedly worth about fifty mill. Lacey was an integral part of those same joint commitments, which, in turn, he had commitments with my bosses.

BARRY frowns distastefully and snarls in the face.

BARRY
Exactly, who are your bosses?

LOMBARDOZZI
Let's just say they're out of Kansas City and Chicago, and they're very close friends with Lacey.

BARRY transmits a very ugly snarl at TONY BANG BANG.

BARRY
So, your thuggish-mafia-rogues from the midwest sent you out here to Hollywood to shake me down, huh? You dago-mafia-bastards don't have that type of muscle that you used to have, especially not in this town anymore.

LOMBARDOZZI
Why are you getting so hot under the collar?

BARRY
Because you trying to pull an extortion scheme on me.

TONY BANG BANG flashes a contract before BARRY.

LOMBARDOZZI
The proof's right here in the contract, Barry. These are court-approved contractual documents and the only thing's required is your signature. You sign them and we'll never bother you again in life.

BARRY briefly reviews the contract.

BARRY
(irritably)
Did you get these contracts from a judge who works out of a barn? Take these papers back to your faggot bosses in Kansas City and Chicago and tell them to wipe their asses with them!

TONY BANG BANG growls and furiously scoots forward in BARRY'S face.

LOMBARDOZZI
Listen up, you stupid punk! I'm not one of those actors from one of your fantasy movies. My bosses can snap their fingers and you'll be standing penniless at the end of an unemployment line. They'll have it where you'll never work in this town again.

BARRY snaps back by pointing a wavering finger right in the face of TONY BANG BANG.

BARRY
Let me tell you something, you lowlife-thug-sonofabitch!  I've got friendship that's based in the White House. I've got friendship in the front offices of Mr. Goldberg and other movie heavyweights who have built dynasties out here in Hollywood. I've bought friendships with presidents, senators, congressmen, and governors, not to mention the LAPD and the Sheriff's Office. In fact, my celebrity ties have crossed over into the same arena with guys who are connected out here on the West Coast. All they have to do is spit and all of you midwest pricks will drown.

TONY BANG BANG automatically reciprocates by yelling back at BARRY.

LOMBARDOZZI
You're one of the most ungrateful punks to ever come onto this planet. When you were a flatout nobody in the midwest, a disgusting young punk with no money or contacts, it was my bosses who fronted the money for you to get clothes and gigs and exposure, way before you found fame and fortune in this town.

TONY BANG BANG wipes his mouth of excess saliva and clears his throat.

LOMBARDOZZI (CONT'D)
When you were acting in small theatres and nearly empty coffee houses around Kansas City and Chicago and Cleveland and other hick towns in the midwest, my bosses saw to it that you could put your talent out there. And this is how you show your appreciation to the very people who made you what you are today?

BARRY
You're speaking words of false grandeur. Mr. Goldberg and I have had settlement talks about future movie projects. The Galaxy Entertainment Group has always been solely owned by the Goldberg family and no one else.

TONY BANG BANG glances over at the huge piranha tank and focuses strongly on their razor sharp teeth.

LOMBARDOZZI
Barry, in one fashion or another, your signature is going on the bottom of this contract. I assure you that it won't be a happy ending, unlike a lot of the movies that you've starred in.

BARRY
I don't take orders from a bunch of guinea-wop-faggots and hillbilly-redneck-goatropers from Kansas City and Chicago and Cleveland or nowhere else in the goddam midwest.

TONY BANG BANG takes another strong glance over at the piranha tank. He watches them poke their sharp teeth out.

LOMBARDOZZI
I must warn you, Barry. Our bosses won't be pleased to hear the report that we'll give them. You have a nice day.

TONY BANG BANG walks out the front door with TONY THE BUTCHER and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY trailing him.

INT. TRADING FLOOR ON NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE - DAY

SHELLENBERGER is staring around at the clusters of many BROKERS and INVESTMENT BANKERS who are taking call after call at the banks of telephones against the walls, and the BROKERS milling at the trading posts and standing at the great electronic ticker tape screens that are suspended from the girders along the ceiling and flashing the vital coded trading information. SHELLENBERGER discovers RICHARD ROSENKRANTZ, the six-feet-three inch well-dressed and well-groomed broker who is mixed in with the usual chaotic and hectic madness of the trading floor on Wall Street. He walks up to RICHARD with his arm extended for a handshake.

SHELLENBERGER
Mr. Rosenkrantz, how are you?

RICHARD extends his arm out with an agonizing expression on his face.

RICHARD
I'm fine. And you are?

SHELLENBERGER
Mason Shellenberger from Kansas City. I just need a few minutes of your time, Mr. Rosenkrantz.

RICHARD
Please, please, call me Rich. What do you need to talk to me about?

SHELLENBERGER
Stocks in Worldwide Telecommunications.

RICHARD transforms to a mortal silence and a granite expression creeps upon his face.

RICHARD
(guilty tone)
What about those stocks?

SHELLENBERGER
That's why I need to speak to you in private.

RICHARD
You can see things are a madhouse here on the trading floor.

INT. OFFICE OF RICHARD ROSENKRANTZ - DAY

SHELLENBERGER is sitting with RICHARD in his soundproof office just above the trading floor where piles of papers and two large computers clutter his office. SHELLENBERGER opens a half-empty briefcase and produces a stack of important documents.

RICHARD
Okay, Mr. Shellenberger, hurry up and state your business so I can get back down on the trading floor. I've already got enough people chewing my ass out.

SHELLENBERGER
Rich, I was sent by some very notable and powerful men out of Kansas City and Chicago. These men are my business associates and they're concerned about the drastic drop in stocks with Worldwide Telecommunications.

RICHARD
What drop in stocks?

SHELLENBERGER hands over a document that lists the recent stock market activity of Worldwide Telecommunications.

SHELLENBERGER
Shares in the company fell by twenty bucks and the index is gonna keep slipping more and more.

RICHARD reaches into his desk and pulls out a big bottle of aspirin and slams down four of them with a small cup of water.

RICHARD
We have no control over that, sir.

SHELLENBERGER
The jurisdiction of the stocks in that company are solely your responsibility, Rich. Worldwide Telecommunications is one of the biggest moneymakers. The media moguls couldn't wipe their asses without the help of this company. Come on, Rich, I'm not a stupid man in any sense of the word.

RICHARD
And?

SHELLENBERGER
My business associates and I are in good standing with the Chicago Board Options Exchange and the New York Stock Exchange. Therefore, we know that the Nasdaq Composite Index has risen exceptionally with Worldwide Telecommunications.

RICHARD
Tell me, what exactly are you beating around to, Mr. Shellenberger?

SHELLENBERGER
Worldwide Telecommunications is a multi-billion dollar a year enterprise and my associates and I are only getting crumbs from the proceeds.

RICHARD
And?

SHELLENBERGER
Your brokerage firm has pushed to sell lousy stocks to clients.

RICHARD angrily grunts and furiously shoves some papers off his desk.

RICHARD
Are you fucking calling me a thief!

SHELLENBERGER
No, Rich, what I'm saying is that you good old boys here on Wall Street are manipulating the stocks and lining your pockets with the profits.

RICHARD
(furiously)
That's totally absurd!

SHELLENBERGER
(confrontational tone)
You're deliberately splitting investments in Worldwide Telecommunications way below the breakpoint level. You're preventing investors like my associates and myself from profiting and obtaining rightful discounts.

RICHARD angrily pounds his fists down onto the desk.

RICHARD
Are you calling me a goddam thief!

SHELLENBERGER
Why aren't you waiving sales charges on accounts in excess of a million dollars? My associates and I have big dollars invested in the company and we rightfully want to reap the profits that we're entitled to.

RICHARD ejects his trembling finger right in the face of SHELLENBERGER.

RICHARD
So, you're connected with a bunch of mafia goons out of Kansas City and Chicago? I know that those stupid hoodlums sent you up here to New York to shake me down. But, let me tell you one thing, you fuck with me, and I'll have your Jewish ass shipped back to the midwest in a pine box. I'll use all of my power with the mayor and the NYPD and the guys connected here in New York to stop you and your punk ass bosses.

RICHARD jerks open his desk drawer again and pulls out the large bottle of aspirins. He slams down four more aspirins.

RICHARD (CONT'D)
All it takes is one phone call to Washington and some of my friends in politics will have you locked up forever.

SHELLENBERGER angrily shuffles some papers to the side and points right back in the face of RICHARD.

SHELLENBERGER
You're one cocky sonofabitch, Rich! It's time for me to put you back in your place. If you think you career's bulletproof here on Wall Street, then I'd suggest you sit back and re-evaluate things. With the iron grip my associates and I have, we can arrange for your career as a broker to end tomorrow. We can push a few buttons and you won't ever see another raise or signing bonus or another dime of commission from your multi-million dollar accounts. When we're done with you, you'll think a Boeing Seven-Fifty-Seven hit your ass dead in the face.

RICHARD
(frowns)
Oh, you've got me so scared!

SHELLENBERGER
(domineeringly requests)
My associates and I want you to artificially inflate the value of the existing stocks in Worldwide Telecommunications and Davis-Parcel. When the value plummets, we want you to back out and sell the crummy shares to the general public.

RICHARD
I'm not some superstar broker who performs miracles.

SHELLENBERGER
You're living good off the gravy at the expense of fucking people right up the ass.

RICHARD stands up and furiously points over at SHELLENBERGER.

RICHARD
Look, Mr. Shellenberger. You go back to Kansas City or Chicago and you tell your bosses that I don't give in to the requests of lowlife goons. So, from one Jewboy to another Jewboy, I'm not going to inflate any stocks and cash out early like you bums from the midwest want me to. If you were a smart man, you'd get the fuck out of New York while you still got a chance.

SHELLENBERGER stands and nods his head with a faint smile.

SHELLENBERGER
Okay, Rich, if that's how you want to play. My associates will be thrilled to hear of your arrogance and cockiness, and I do thank you for your time.

SHELLENBERGER walks out of the office and RICHARD slams the door.

EXT. PRISONER'S YARD AT SAN QUENTIN STATE PENITENTIARY - DAY

There are many PRISONERS on the yard lifting weights and smoking cigarettes and throwing baseballs to one another.

INT. CELL BLOCKS AT SAN QUENTIN STATE PENITENTIARY - DAY

We see several CORRECTIONAL OFFICERS striding along the tiers and cell blocks gripping tightly onto their billyclubs.

CORRECTIONAL OFFICER #1
(shouts loudly)
Lockdown! Lockdown!

CORRECTIONAL OFFICER #2
(growling voice)
Get inside your cells! 

INT. VISITOR'S ROOM AT SAN QUENTIN STATE PENITENTIARY - DAY

BARRY BLOOMINGDALE is paying RODOLPHO "RUDY THE HAMMER" DE FRANCESCO, a former made member of the West Coast FRANCESCHINI mafia family, a visit inside the harsh and brutal San Quentin State Prison. We see BARRY and "RUDY THE HAMMER" DE FRANCESCO sitting across from one another staring into each other's eyes.

DE FRANCESCO
Tell me, Barry, what brings you to this fucking rat hole?

BARRY
Actually, I need a big favor from you.

DE FRANCESCO
Talk.

BARRY
I got a visit from some guys from the midwest a few days ago.

DE FRANCESCO
Where at in the midwest?

BARRY
Chicago and Kansas City.

DE FRANCESCO
Well?

BARRY
These sonofabitches are trying to shake me down.

DE FRANCESCO
Tell me, Barry, what exactly do you need for me to do?

BARRY
(furiously)
Make them motherfuckers disappear!

"RUDY THE HAMMER'S" eyes diverts to an icy glare. The visitor's room suddenly casts frightening sentiments.

BARRY (CONT'D)
They threatened to ice me if I didn't sign over the cash with some bullshit contract.

DE FRANCESCO
(disappointing voice)
I'm afraid that I can't help you.

BARRY
Can't you use your muscle with some of Franceschini's people to make these fuckers disappear?

RUDY THE HAMMER swivles his head and grunts.

DE FRANCESCO
(very sad expression)
Look, when the feds railroaded me here into San Quentin, almost all of the guys in Don Franceschini's borgata were sent up. We lost all of our strength to the Bernazzolis and Galluccios out of Chicago and Kansas City, and to some of the guys in Di Giovanni's family there in New York.

BARRY'S eyes become very watery.

BARRY
You mean to tell me that there's nothing that you can do?

DE FRANCESCO
The Bernazzoli and Galluccio people are very powerful forces. Hell, they've got bigtime politicians in their hands like putty. They're the guys who still have all the money and power. I'm sorry, Barry, but I don't have enough muscle to blow a booger out of this big dago nose of mine's.

BARRY shakes hands with DE FRANCESCO and two CORRECTIONAL OFFICERS come to the visitor's room to take him away.

INT. LAKE FOREST HOME OF THE BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS - DAY

The BOSSES and HENCHMEN and some of their ASSOCIATES are counducting another very brief 'Meeting of the Midwest Families. TONY BANG BANG and SHELLENBERGER are given time to speak about their unsucessful attempts to shake down BARRY BLOOMINGDALE and RICHARD ROSENKRANTZ.

LOMBARDOZZI
We tried to have a civilized sitdown with Bloomingdale, and, he, in return, got real hot under the collar. He starts pumping out these threats about how he's in good with the President of the United States, with senators and governors and congressmen, with kings and queens and prime ministers, and how he can use his juice with the LAPD and the FBI to wipe anybody out.

GALLUCCIO moans and directs his attention over to TONY BANG BANG.

GALLUCCIO
Such an ungrateful high-society punk.

TONY BANG BANG waves a hand signal to everyone present.

LOMBARDOZZI
Even worse, he goes to see a made guy in Franceschini's faction who's doing time at San Quentin.

GALLUCCIO
Isn't De Francesco's his name?

LOMBARDOZZI
Yeah, they call him 'Rudy The Hammer'. He goes to see this guy in the joint to try and get us off his back.

CARMINE rivets into the discussion by making a snorkling sound.

CARMINE
Tony Bang Bang and Tony Butcher, I want you two guys to take Big Phil and Trigger Tommy back out to California and make an example out of Bloomingdale. Let it be a lesson to all of those other movie bigshots out there in Hollywood.

LOMBARDOZZI
Consider it done, Carmine.

CARMINE slams down a shot of scotch and clears his throat.

CARMINE
We've got to button up Bloomingdale's lips for good before he goes running to the feds or the LAPD. 

SHELLENBERGER weaves into the discussion by holding his drink up in the air and making eye contact with everyone present.

SHELLENBERGER
This Richard Rosenkrantz bum, you can't talk business with him. He's one hotheaded sonofabitch!  He threatened to send me back here in a pine box and to use his muscle with the mayor and the NYPD to put us all out of commission.

GALLUCCIO fixes his eyes over at SHELLENBERGER

GALLUCCIO
So, you're telling us that he won't comply with our wishes?

SHELLENBERGER
What I'm saying is that he's an arrogant and selfish and greedy prick who won't fix our stock problems with Worldwide Telecommunications and Davis-Parcel.

GALLUCCIO slides forward in his chair and latches his eyes over to FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER.

GALLUCCIO
Frankie Bonecutter and Bobby Crusher, we're sending you guys to New York to take of this Wall Street bum. We're going to send you up there with some men in Charlie's and Sally's street crews, just in case you guys might need some backup.

FRANKIE BONECUTTERS nods his head submissively.

PROVENZANO
No problem, Tommy.

GALLUCCIO takes a deep breath and exhales with a wind of extreme hostility.

GALLUCCIO
I want this Rosenkrantz cocksucker blown to smithereens. I want every square inch of him blown apart, so much so, that all of the rats in New York won't be able to find nothing of him to nibble on.

PROVENZANO
A piece of cake, Tommy.

GALLUCCIO points around the room and displays an angry look.

GALLUCCIO
Either we whack this Rosenkrantz bum now, or he'll go ratting off to the treasury and Wall Street people about us. 

The meeting is adjourned and everyone starts to leave the table.

INT. PSYCHIC OFFICE ON HOLLYWOOD BOULEVARD - NIGHT

BARRY BLOOMINGDALE is sitting across from a short older Hispanic woman with a long crowbar-shaped nose and refined olive skin, INDIO MARQUEZ, a veteran psychic and tarot card and crystal ball reader who works from her office on Hollywood Boulevard. INDIO is wearing a full Amerindian headdress with large red feathers. Since RODOLPHO DE FRANCESCO was of no use, he has come to see INDIO for help. She is looking deep into a large crystal ball.

INDIO
(dolefully declares)
You are in great danger, my son!

Her rolling green eyes are attached strongly to the powerful crystal ball in a staccato cadence.

INDIO (CONT'D)
I see men, very evil men, who are planning to hurt or kill you. These men are demonic forces who steals money from other people, and kills them when they don't turn the money over to them. These same men are led by other men to commit evil deeds against others.

BARRY grows weary and breaks out into a mild sweat.

BARRY
Who are these men?

INDIO
These men live off the misery of others. These men are like Satan, they send their evildoers out into the world to wreak havoc among the poor and the innocent and the God-fearing.

BARRY
What more can you tell me?

INDIO
I see a map of the United States. I see a heart planted at the middle of this same map.

INDIO stares deeper into the crystal ball and takes a deep breath.

INDIO (CONT'D)
These men come from somewhere in the midwest, like the heart of America.

BARRY twitches his fingers and looks awfully nervous.

BARRY
Any names, Miss Indio?

INDIO
I see the two initials of the letter T.

BARRY'S mouth drops and an icy glare falters onto his face. He knows that INDIO is almost one-hundred percent correct. INDIO suddenly gyrates her arms across the air.

INDIO (CONT'D)
(very loudly and quite meaningfully)
Prikaza! Prikaza!

BARRY
For chrissake, what does that mean?

INDIO
Means that bad luck is coming your way.

BARRY
Am I going to die?

INDIO
You need spiritual vaccination. You need to be cleansed of a dirty aura.

BARRY stands up and vigorously stretches his arms and legs. He pounces a hundred dollars down onto the table.

BARRY
Look, Miss Indio, I sincerely thank you for your time. I have a party to get ready for at my house.

BARRY swiftly trots towards the door and INDIO tries catching up with him.

INDIO
(warning voice)
My son, you are in great danger!

INT. CECIL HOTEL IN DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES - NIGHT

The TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are on the fifteenth floor inside one of the rooms rummaging through a large box of binoculars, knives, rope, handguns, billyclubs, semi-automatic rifles, bottles of arsenic, black clothing and ski masks, duct tape, and packages of white hankerchiefs. Everyone is pulling out the equipment they'll use to complete their homicidal mission.

EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT

An extraordinary caravan of limousines and exotic and sports luxury cars are driving up in front of the BLOOMINGDALE mansion. Some of Hollywood's top ACTORS, ACTRESSES, DIRECTORS, and PRODUCERS are emerging from the automobiles with their SPOUSES and DATES. POLITICIANS, including SENATORS, CONGRESSMEN, the MAYOR of Los Angeles, and the GOVERNOR of California, are being escorted out of their limos by VALET ATTENDANTS. Due to the fear for his safety, we see that BARRY has exclusively hired four SECURITYMEN patrolling the outside of his front gate.

INT. MANSION OF BARRY BLOOMINGDALE - NIGHT

Inside one of the rooms that displays many awards and memorbilia of BARRY'S stellar acting career, we see California Governor GEORGE DORSEY with his arm around BARRY.

GOVERNOR DORSEY
Congratulations, Barry.

BARRY
Why thank you so much, Governor Dorsey.

GOVERNOR DORSEY
Clever Instincts was one hellavu movie. My wife and I enjoyed it.

BARRY
Thank you, sir.

GOVERNOR DORSEY
You're going to win that Oscar one day.

BARRY
Hope so, sir.

GOVERNOR DORSEY
Aaaah, you'll be in the same prestigious club with De Niro and Pacino.

BARRY
Thanks. If you'll excuse me, governor.

BARRY exits and goes into one of the adjoining rooms and brings out a packet of cocaine with an eight-by-ten mirror. He quickly snorts four lines and slams down a straight shot of brandy.

INT. FRONT ROOM OF BARRY'S MANSION - NIGHT

We see many upscale PEOPLE standing around the front of BARRY'S home eating and drinking and conversing and admiring his very large piranha tank.

EXT. THE CAR OF THE TWO TONYS, HOLLYWOOD HILLS - NIGHT

A block and a half down the street from BARRY'S home, the TWO TONYS are sitting in a rent-a-car wearing all black clothing. The two backup HENCHMEN are sitting in the backseat. BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are sitting in another rent-a-car right behind the TWO TONYS. All of them are sitting in both cars with a cache of guns specially equipped with silencers. They have all the other equipment needed to complete their murderous mission. The TWO TONYS are holding powerful binoculars up to their eyes while concentrating heavily on the four SECURITYMEN standing at the front of the gate.

INT. MANSION OF BARRY BLOOMINGDALE, AGAIN - NIGHT

BARRY quietly walks into one of the awesomely decorated upstairs master bedrooms and the room is fired up with half-dressed and sexually energized GUESTS snorting cocaine, puffing on joints, and engaging in orgy-type sex. BARRY steps to the side of the bed and two attractive women, a BLONDE and a BRUNETTE, unbuckles his pants and pulls down his pants and underwear. They drop to their knees to give him a blowjob.

EXT. THE CAR OF THE TWO TONYS, AGAIN - NIGHT

The TWO TONYS and the two HENCHMEN and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are in both cars loading up their pistols, making sure their knives are sharp, soaking the hankerchiefs with arsenic, wrapping rope around their hands, and slipping on pairs of black gloves.

INT. MANSION OF BARRY BLOOMINGDALE, AGAIN - NIGHT

In the same room that houses his awards and memorbilia, BARRY and LACEY GOLDBERG, a billionaire movie mogul with receeding white hair and a box-shaped face, are sharing a private moment while sipping on their cocktails.

LACEY
Will you be ready for your screen test?

BARRY
Ready as I'll ever be.

LACEY
I've got one of the best directors attached and the financing's already in place.

BARRY
(excited)
Great!

LACEY
We're scheduled to start shooting up in the Colorado Rockies in about a month.

BARRY
You're the man, Mr. Goldberg.

BARRY and LACEY step out of the memorbilia room and travel into the tastefully decorated front room where there are crowds of GUESTS standing around talking while drinking and eating appetizers. LACEY walks over to the huge piranha tank and curiously watches the ferocious fish swim around with their razor-sharp teeth poked out.

LACEY
Where'd you get these babies?

BARRY
Shipped straight to me from the Amazon River.

LACEY falls into a quick trance and then turns to look at BARRY.

LACEY
Question, Barry.

BARRY
What's that, Mr. Goldberg?

LACEY steps up to the tank and taps lightly on the glass.

LACEY
Do they eat humans?

BARRY looks frightened to death and takes a deep breath.

BARRY
If it's flesh and bones and blood, then they'll attack humans on sight.

LACEY
I'll tell ya, I'd like to throw a few jerks off in that tank.

EXT. THE CAR OF THE TWO TONYS, HOLLYWOOD HILLS, AGAIN - NIGHT

The TWO TONYS and the two HENCHMEN and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY emerge from both cars with all of their equipment either in their hands or attached to their bodies. We see that all of BARRY'S guests have left his home. The four SECURITYMEN are circling the outside of the gates in a military cadence fashion, having only a flashlight, some pepper spray, and handcuffs as their only defense against prowlers and burglars. Operating in a methodical, systematic, highly-disciplined, and secretive fashion, the TWO TONYS lead BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY and the two HENCHMEN up the street. The TWO TONYS are holding SIG-Hammerli P240 .38 handguns equipped with silencers. BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are holding Webley Mark IV Police .32 Smith and Wessons in one hand and hankerchiefs soaked with arsenic in the other. The two backup HENCHMEN have two large hunting knives in one hand and hankerchiefs with arsenic in the other. All six MEN slip on their black ski masks and continue their journey until they come to the front gate of BARRY'S estate. Within a split second, the TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY clandestinely ambush two of the four SECURITYMEN, simultaneously smothering them with the arsenic-soaked rags and pumping .38 slugs into their bodies. The HENCHMEN tackle the other two SECURITYMEN and covertly press the arsenic cloths against their faces while stabbing away at their chests. The TWO TONYS throw the looped rope over the top of the twenty feet iron gate and everyone begins to climb over.

INT. MANSION OF BARRY BLOOMINGDALE, AGAIN - NIGHT

BARRY is sitting all alone in his front room staring at a polaroid picture of his Mercedes-Benz that was demolished by  bricks and bats. In the bright colorful photo, we see dead fishes and roses on the hood. BARRY unfolds a note that was left on the front windshield that reads: "PAY NOW OR DIE LATER!"

EXT. JUST OUTSIDE BARRY'S FRONT DOOR - NIGHT

TONY BANG BANG is expertly disconnecting the locks of the residence with a highly-sophisticated electronic device.

INT. FRONT ROOM, AGAIN - NIGHT

BARRY is bending down snorting a couple of lines of pure cocaine and comes up to slam down a whole glass of straight brandy. All of a sudden, six MEN dressed in all black wearing black ski masks busted in to the front door. BARRY jumps up and tries to run the opposite direction.

BARRY
(very loud cry)
Noooooo!!!!!!

From behind his ski mask, TONY BANG BANG lunges towards BARRY.

LOMBARDOZZI
You played pussy and now you're about to get fucked!

BARRY is crying and shaking profusely.

BARRY
What the fuck do you want from me!

LOMBARDOZZI
What we wanted, you weren't willing to pay.

BARRY
You're those same guys from Kansas City and Chicago.

BIG PHIL rushes BARRY and lightly places the arsenic rag over his face. BARRY drops to his knees and weakly assumes a fetal position. TONY BANG BANG and TONY THE BUTCHER begin stripping him naked and then they tie his feet and hands together tightly with cut off pieces of the rope. TRIGGER TOMMY steps up and tapes BARRY'S mouth with several layers of duct tape. The two backup HENCHMEN appear and give the nude body of BARRY a good working over with blackjacks and their fists. Using their brute strength, BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY lifts BARRY off the ground and dunks his nude body into the massive piranha tank.

LOMBARDOZZI
(very loudly)
Enjoy, fishes!

TONY THE BUTCHER moves very closely to the massive tank.

TAMBURELLO
(laughs out loudly)
Feasts of the beasts!

Using their keen sense of good vision and well-developed smell, the school of large piranhas moves in on the restrained nude body of BARRY and wastes no time tearing apart the tender flesh off his bones, their opening and clenching mouths moving at lightning speeds. We now see the tank clouded with dark red blood and pieces of smaller body parts like an eyeball and fingers floating around the middle and the top. BARRY is reduced down to a shredded bloody corpse. All six MEN rush out of the house and past the front yard where the four SECURITYMEN are sprawled out on the ground in pools of blood.

INT. THE QUALITY MOTEL IN MANHATTAN (NEW YORK, NEW YORK) - DAY

FRANKIE BONECUTTER is slicing open a box with a small scout knife. He pulls out a remote control bomb kit. He and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are checked into some low-class, rinky-dink motel in a non-descript section of Manhattan.

RANDAZZO
Tell me, Frankie, who makes these bomb gadgets?

PROVENZANO
One of Sally's guys out of Cleveland.

RANDAZZO
Rosenkrantz's a goner.

PROVENZANO
Wall Street and America will be without one less thief.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER slices open a second box and they begin rummaging through the binoculars, handguns, walkie talkies, and flashlights. We see the two HENCHMEN from BONADONNA'S and MATURO'S street crews checking to make sure the equipment and weapons are operational. FRANKIE BONECUTTER steps over to the curtains and folds them back to catch a mid-afternoon glimpse of the traffic and pedestrians marching through the madness of Manhattan.

INT. TRADING FLOOR OF NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE - DAY

RICHARD ROSENKRANTZ is entering a chaotic CROWD on the trading floor amongst fired-up BROKERS and starts bidding on stocks with Worldwide Telecommunications.

RICHARD
What's the offering on Worldwide?

A BROKER turns his attention to RICHARD with his hands full of electronic tape.

BROKER
(yells)
Sixty-nine for five!

RICHARD
(yells back)
Take it!

INT. THE EROTIC ZONE STRIP CLUB, LOWER EAST SIDE OF MANHATTAN - NIGHT

RICHARD is sitting in the VIP section of a five-hundred capacity, three-story nude dancing club, which is one of the most popular strip clubs in the financial district. A very attractive WAITRESS comes over to his table.

WAITRESS
Hello, Mr. Rosenkrantz.

RICHARD
Hell, doll.

WAITRESS
What will it be tonight?

RICHARD
The usual.

WAITRESS
Coming right up.

Moments later, the WAITRESS brings back a tray with three shot glasses of Jack Daniels. RICHARD peels off a crisp one-hundred dollar bill and hands it to her. He quickly slams down the three shots and jumps out of his seat and dashes across the pumped-up club.

INT. BATHROOM OF THE EROTIC ZONE - NIGHT

RICHARD is in the stall at the very end of the bathroom snorting a couple of lines of coke off a steel toilet paper dispenser.

INT. VIP SECTION OF THE EROTIC ZONE - NIGHT

RICHARD is sitting with several of his prestigious COLLEAGUES from the trading floor down on Wall Street slamming down more shots of Jack Daniels. One of the top and most shrewdest brokers on Wall Street, ROBERT WHITACRE, a floor broker who represents one of the oldest and most profitable firms in the financial district, is sitting right next to RICHARD with a cunning and mischevious look on his face, sort of on his own reconnaisance mission. By now, RICHARD has become stoned out of his mind.

ROBERT
How's the annualized returns on Worldwide Telecommunications looking?

RICHARD pats his chest and clears his throat.

RICHARD
It's out performing most of the mutual funds. It's doing better than ninety-percent of it's peers.

ROBERT
How about the up-market performance?

RICHARD
Good.

ROBERT
And the down-market performance?

RICHARD
That's good, too.

ROBERT looks around at the other BROKERS that he's most closely affiliated with and they have a very diabolical look on their faces.

ROBERT
What's the best year you've had in those mutual funds with Worldwide?

RICHARD
We came in at sixty-eight percent back in ninety-one.

ROBERT
And your worst year?

RICHARD
We came in at five percent back in ninety-three.

ROBERT slams down a shot of scotch and pats his chest.

ROBERT
So, Rich, how's Worldwide's aggressive growth expense ratio?

RICHARD
Holding steady at one-point-three percent.

ROBERT
Sounds like you guys are on top of your game.

ROBERT and the other BROKERS excuse themselves from the table.

EXT. PARKING LOT ACROSS FROM THE EROTIC ZONE - NIGHT

Outside the upscale Erotic Zone, long rows of limousines and expensive sports cars are driving up and the elite multi-millionaire BROKERS, ENTERTAINERS, and BUSINESSMEN are emerging from inside. VALET PARKERS are keeping order among the PATRONS and their vehicles. Just down the street, we see FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER sitting in a rent-a-car wearing all black. They are using their high-powered binoculars to watch the PATRONS come and leave The Erotic Zone. The backup HENCHMEN from BONNADONNA'S and MATURO'S street crews are parked a half-a-car length behind them. The VALET PARKERS take a walk up the street since no more vehicles are pulling up in front of the club. BOBBY THE CRUSHER whisks his hand across the lap of FRANKIE BONECUTTER.

RANDAZZO
It's now or never.

PROVENZANO
Alright, alright, I'm moving out now.

INT. BATHROOM OF THE EROTIC ZONE - NIGHT

RICHARD is in the bathroom inside his favorite stall snorting more coke from the top of the metal toilet paper dispenser.

EXT. PARKING LOT ACROSS FROM THE EROTIC ZONE, AGAIN - NIGHT

FRANKIE BONECUTTER creeps across the semi-lit parking lot holding a highly-explosive remote control bomb. He drops to the ground and slides under the spanking brand new Mercedes-Benz owned by RICHARD. He reaches for the center fuel tank and gently attaches the bomb.

INT. THE EROTIC ZONE, AGAIN - NIGHT

RICHARD is having a grand old time with three knockout gorgeous strippers, a RUSSIAN, VENEZUELAN, and JAPANESE woman. They are showering him with affection and enticement by rubbing their delectable body parts all along his body. RICHARD is slamming down more Jack Daniels and puffing on a fat cigar.

EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF THE EROTIC ZONE - NIGHT

RICHARD is stepping out of the strip club while one of the VALET PARKERS is driving up in his Mercedes. RICHARD hands him a tip and drives off.

EXT. RENT-A-CAR OF FRANKIE BONECUTTER AND BOBBY THE CRUSHER - NIGHT

The diligently watchful eyes of FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are watching from down the street.

PROVENZANO
There's our man.

RANDAZZO
Let's get ready and blow that sonovabitch to itty bitty pieces.

They follow in hot pursuit of RICHARD as he cruises up the street. 

EXT. HEART OF TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT

We see RICHARD driving into a car garage attached to the Westin Hotel in Times Square. The three STRIPPERS are cruising right behind him in a car owned by the RUSSIAN STRIPPER. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER park across the street and expressions of ultimate surprise are on their faces.

PROVENZANO
What the fuck's he doing coming down here in Times Square? I thought he lived over in Jersey.

RANDAZZO
Shiiiiitttt!

PROVENZANO
Either way, we're not leaving New York until we finish what we came up here to do.

INT. THE WESTIN HOTEL - NIGHT

RICHARD and the three STRIPPERS are on the twenty-fifth floor inside a presidential suite with their heads buried on a glossy Italian marble table, all four of them snorting several lines of coke. The JAPANESE and VENEZUELAN women draw close to one another and engage in a French kiss. RICHARD picks up a frosty glass of Jack Daniels and walks over to the window and stares down at the awesome view of Times Square and the bright lights of Manhattan.

EXT. STREETS OF TIMES SQUARE - NIGHT

FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are sitting quite restlessly in their car, both of them continuously checking their watches.

PROVENZANO
What the fuck's he up there doing?

RANDAZZO
Your guess is as good as mine's.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL SUITE AT THE WESTIN, AGAIN - NIGHT

RICHARD and the three STRIPPERS are exotically sprawled out across a large Victorian-style canopy bed in the total nude engaging in a fourway orgy. Their nude bodies are bathed in a soft erotic light that blankets the whole room.

EXT. STREETS OF TIMES SQUARE, TWO HOURS LATER - NIGHT

RICHARD is driving out of the hotel garage and takes off down Broadway. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER and the two HENCHMEN from the other car are following in hot pursuit while posing as phantoms disguising themselves.

EXT. LINCOLN TUNNEL, HALF HOUR LATER - NIGHT

At a distance of three car lengths, FRANKIE BONECUTTER mashes the button to the remote and a thunderous explosion erupts inside the Lincoln Tunnel. A brightness illuminates the tunnel and shards of metal and glass are flying every direction. The badly mangled body of RICHARD is blown through the roof and gusts against the walls of the tunnel. MOTORISTS are swurving wildly and trying to avoid collisions with other MOTORISTS. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER and the HENCHMEN inventively drive away from the ghastly scene.

INT. GALAXY ENTERTAINMENT GROUP STUDIOS, HOLLYWOOD - DAY

The TWO TONYS are holding .38 silencer pistols on opposite sides of LACEY GOLDBERG'S head while BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY are restraining him. LACEY sits in a chair and we see him trembling uncontrollably while signing contracts that will turn over the money owed to the midwest bosses from BARRY BLOOMINGDALE'S abandoned film commitments.

LOMBARDOZZI
(soft-spoken voice)
Now see, that wasn't so hard, was it?

LACEY is still shaking wildly as the barrel of the pistols are pressing into his temples.

LACEY
No, sir, it wasn't.

The TWO TONYS and BIG PHIL and TRIGGER TOMMY calmly walk out of his office. 

INT. LAKE FOREST HOME OF THE BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS - MORNING

CARMINE and MICHAEL are sitting comfortably in the den smoking cigars and lounging around in their pajamas and reading recent copies of the Los Angeles Times. A fresh copy of the newspaper that CARMINE has up to his face has a front page headline that says: "NO SUSPECTS IN GRUESOME MURDER OF SUPERSTAR BARRY BLOOMINGDALE". A photo of LAPD detectives looking for evidence inside BARRY'S mansion is off to the side of the article. The copy that MICHAEL is holding says: "HOLLYWOOD COMMUNITY HYSTERICAL OVER BRUTAL DEATH OF BARRY BLOOMINGDALE". A recent photo of BARRY and CINDY standing on the red carpet at the Golden Globe Awards is printed to the side of the article.

INT. PENDERGAST MANSION - DAY

GALLUCCIO is sitting in his private study reading a very recent copy of The New York Times. A front page caption reads in big bold letters: "TOP WALL STREET BROKER KILLED IN CAR EXPLOSION". A picture of RICHARD ROSENKRANTZ is slightly to the right of the article. GALLUCCIO picks up a copy of The New York Daily News and a headlining caption says: "MYSTERY SURROUNDS TRAGIC CAR BOMBING OF TOP LEVEL BROKER".

INT. PENDERGAST MANSION, TWO DAYS LATER - DAY

The midwest BOSSES and their HENCHMEN are back at The Pendergast Mansion meeting once again to settle disputes, divide up territory, and discuss business ventures. GALLUCCIO is flipping through a series of local and national stations on a thirty-two inch television and the airwaves are flooded with the networks covering stories about the recent tragic death of BARRY BLOOMINGDALE. We see people on the television screen crying and falling out behind the death of their Hollywood-superstar-hero. GALLUCCIO has had enough and slips in a videotape. It has become public information that the FBI have re-opened their files into the tragic shooting death of Special FBI Agent WILFREDO FELICIANO . This worries and upsets the BOSSES, which is why GALLUCCIO decides to allow all of the ATTENDEES inside the huge conference room to view a previously recorded news cast. In the tape, "America's Crime Stoppers", a popular crime-solving television show, interviews one of the witnesses to the Feliciano murder. The BOSSES and their HENCHMEN tune in closely and listens to what SHERRY WELCH has to tell a REPORTER who is reporting live from down in the historic Westport District.

REPORTER
(over the television)
Ms. Welch, can you, once again, give us a thorough description of what happened that night here in Westport?

SHERRY
(over the television)
Well, my sister and I were coming out of Stanford and Son's Comedy Club. Next thing we knew, we heard a lot of gunshots ringing out. We looked and saw the FBI agent falling down the stairs with blood splattering everywhere. People were running all over the place, screaming and yelling, and cars driving wild and nearly crashing into one another.

REPORTER
(over the television)
Are you still working with the FBI and the local police here in Kansas City?

SHERRY
(over the television)
Yes, I am.

GALLUCCIO angrily pressed the stop button and an icy glare reflects from his eyes.

GALLUCCIO
Those FBI sonovabitches are only keeping that investigation alive to make their own goddam selves look good.

CARMINE takes two strong drags off his cigar and glances around the room.

CARMINE
There's only one thing to do to a twat like her.

GALLUCCIO
The same thing that we did to her sister.

GALLUCCIO and the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS avert their eyes over to FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER.

GALLUCCIO (CONT'D)
Frankie Bonecutter and Bobby Crusher, we've got another piece of work that we need you two guys to handle for us.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER comply with mischevious smiles and the nodding of their heads.

PROVENZANO
With pleasure, Tommy.

GALLUCCIO
You can whack this broad nice and easy, make it look like she never existed on this Earth.

CARMINE coughs and nods his head.

CARMINE
This broad should be the final straw in this whole Feliciano bullshit that's been biting us on the ass for all this time. We rub this Sherry Welch broad out, we can all sleep with our eyes closed.

All the ATTENDEES begin firing up fresh cigar and cigarettes and pouring themselves drinks and picking away at the food trays. GALLUCCIO extends his arm out to the middle of the table and smiles around at all of his COLLEAGUES.

GALLUCCIO
Men, now it's time for us to expand with the dope. Having those yard apes and fence monkies selling it out of my liquor stores is in the past.

CARMINE gets GALLUCCIO'S attention by pointing over to him.

CARMINE
What're you bringing to the table?

GALLUCCIO
My main supplier used to be a guy named Dale Cherry.

CARMINE
The same soul brother who got sent up with the police officer?

GALLUCCIO
Yeah, the asshole black cop who couldn't keep his hands off white girls.

MICHAEL blows a long drag of cigar smoke in the direction of GALLUCCIO.

MICHAEL
Have you established any new contacts with any big connections?

GALLUCCIO
There's a guy named Samuel Ellis who took over Dale's business after they sent him up. Most people around the city know him as 'Tricky Sam'.

MATURO displays a quizzical smirk.

MATURO
Tricky Sam?

GALLUCCIO
This moolie-jigg knows the streets of Kansas City and St. Louis and he's got big contacts out west.

BONADONNA taps lightly on the table and looks over at GALLUCCIO

BONADONNA
Contacts? With who?

The room vacillates to an unexpected silence. All eyes are still on GALLUCCIO.

GALLUCCIO
We all put the front money together and then turn it over to Tricky Sam and a spic from Colombia named Hector Victorio.

CARMINE
How much do you know about this Victorio character?

GALLUCCIO
He's been in the U.S. on an extended visa. Some of his Colombian relatives in Chicago have agreed to be his sponsor until he hopefully gets permanent citizenship.

MICHAEL jumps right back into the discussion about narcotics.

MICHAEL
Let's hear more about your plans with Tricky Sam and this Victorio fella.

GALLUCCIO
One of Victorio's stronger contacts in Bogata, Colombia has got access to a private plane, which, quite naturally, has got access to a private plane runway on the outskirts of Miami. Once the shipment makes it to Miami, Tricky Sam and Victorio will have the buy money to make the purchase.

BONADONNA ejects strong eye contact with GALLUCCIO.

BONADONNA
What about getting it safely back here to the midwest?

MATURO nods his head and points over at GALLUCCIO

MATURO
Yeah, Tommy, do you really trust this nigger and this spic to get the dope back here to Kansas City and Chicago and other places?

GALLUCCIO takes a deep breath and swivels his head to BONADONNA and MATURO

GALLUCCIO
No need to worry, Sally. We're already well ahead of the DEA and the Armed Forces. Besides, if the cash is tangible, they'll look the other way. And Charlie, as far as trusting Tricky Sam and Victorio, that's just the risk that we'll have to take.

CARMINE waves his hand in the air and gains the immediate attention of all the ATTENDEES.

CARMINE
Alright, here's the go-ahead plan. Tommy's men from his street crews here in Kansas City and St. Louis will handle and control the dope. Charlie's men from his street crews will help move and control the dope in Milwaukee and cities and towns closeby. Sally's guys will push it on through Cleveland and places nearby.  That's the way I want it and the way it's going to be. Meanwhile, Mikey and I will make sure that our men will move it through Chicago and other areas without any trouble.

EXT. INTERSTATE TWENTY NINE - NIGHT

SHERRY WELCH, a relatively attractive and petitely-built woman with feathered brown hair, is driving off one of the exit ramps of Interstate Twenty Nine while sitting quietly inside her car listening to light rock music. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are steadily cruising about ten yards behind her unnoticed. The usual rush hour flow of fidgety MOTORISTS around Kansas City has calmed down.

EXT. SUBURBAN NORTHWEST KANSAS CITY NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT

In a neighborhood about a mile from KCI International Airport, SHERRY pulls into the driveway of her home and shuts the lights and car off. While she is going inside her home, FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER park halfway down the block. Both men are dressed in their usual attire of all black clothing. They look up the street at SHERRY'S home and lights begin popping on everywhere, creating an intense brightness around the perimeter of the home.

INT. SHERRY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

We see SHERRY inside her bedroom undressing and changing into more comfortable attire.

EXT. THE CAR PARKED DOWN THE BLOCK - NIGHT

FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are reaching under their seats and both men produce blackjacks. BOBBY THE CRUSHER pops the glove compartment for a roll of gray electrical tape and a special electronic device used to neutralize sophisticated locks and alarms. They slip on pairs of black gloves and quietly emerge from the car.

INT. SHERRY'S HOUSE, AGAIN - NIGHT

SHERRY is in the kitchen dropping dirty dishes in a full sink that is toppled with hot water and suds.

EXT. PORCH OF SHERRY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

FRANKIE BONECUTTER is picking away at the practical lock on SHERRY'S front door with the electronic device.

INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT

SHERRY has her back turned away with both hands dunked into a sink of soapy dishwater. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER gain entry, and step by soundless step, they creep towards the kitchen. In a frightening instant, FRANKIE BONECUTTER grabs SHERRY from behind and assumes a strong chokehold around her neck. BOBBY THE CRUSHER swivels around and begins to seal off her mouth with multiple layers of the electrical tape. SHERRY is trying to put up a struggle, kicking and jerking while in the grip of the strong submission hold, the dishwater splashing all over the kitchen floor and creating a mess. FRANKIE BONECUTTER drags her into the front room and throws her down onto a large, beautifully-designed Oriental rug. They wildly begin swinging the blackjacks and are landing crashing blows across her head and at the base of her neck and her spine, killing her after working her over real good. Since SHERRY is already lying dead on the blood-soaked rug, FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER roll her body up in the drug.

PROVENZANO
(gratifying voice)
We've got to dispose of this broad's body.

RANDAZZO
What'd ya have in mind?

PROVENZANO
You'll see.

Before making their next move, FRANKIE BONECUTTER looks out the window to make sure that none of the neighbors are peeking out their windows or doors. BOBBY THE CRUSHER rummages around the house until he finds her door keys and car keys. All the lights are shut off inside the house.

EXT. DRIVEWAY - NIGHT

FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are lifting the blood-soaked rug that contains SHERRY'S brutalized body and drops it into the trunk of her Honda Accord. FRANKIE BONECUTTER comes around and starts the car up and then backs out of the driveway. BOBBY THE CRUSHER follows him as they cruise up the street.

EXT. ROCK QUARRY ALONG THE BANKS OF MISSOURI RIVER - NIGHT

FRANKIE BONECUTTER has driven SHERRY'S Honda Accord to the muddy banks of the Missouri River at an undisclosed location. Using their profound expertise, they open the trunk and drop many iron weights inside, then coming to the hood of the car to tie more iron weights around the engine of the car. FRANKIE BONECUTTER starts the car up, and with the driver's door wide open, he zooms towards the Missouri River. Using artistic timing, he jumps out of the car right at the moment when the grill of the car meets up with the waters of the river. A big splash is made and the car gradually begins to sink to the bottom of the river. FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER walk away from the rock quarry at the river and don't notice that the rear license plate from the car has become detached.

EXT. BISCAYNE BAY OF MIAMI - NIGHT

Two narcotics dealers who have helped set up drug distribution networks throughout the midwest, including Chicago, Kansas City, Cleveland, Milwaukee, Des Moines, and Omaha, SAMUEL "TRICKY SAM" ELLIS and HECTOR VICTORIO, a tall and lean African American and a short and stout Colombian, wait at the azure waters surrounding most of South Florida. We see a large speedboat pounding across the rippling waves of the Florida Straits. The engines inside the powerful speedboat is gunning and ripping into the deep waters of the ocean. Two veteran cocaine SMUGGLERS who came all the way from Puerto Rico by way of the cartel in Bogata, Colombia, shuts the engine off on the speedboat and climb out to greet TRICKY SAM and VICTORIO.

VICTORIO
(extends for handshake)
Buenos nochos, senor.

The cocaine SMUGGLER respectfully bows his head.

SMUGGLER
Buenos, senor.

Both MEN are studying one another quite suspiciously. 

VICTORIO
Do you have the product?

SMUGGLER
Do you have the money?

VICTORIO pops open a large black briefcase that has half-of-a-million dollars in unmarked bills.

VICTORIO
Right here.

SMUGGLER
Okay, we have the product for you, senor.

The SMUGGLER points over at the go-fast boat while the other SMUGGLER unveils one-hundred kilos of precisely measured pure white cocaine. VICTORIO and TRICKY SAM are given a taste test and the product seems to meet up to their standards.

VICTORIO
(pleasing voice)
Hey, Primo, this is the best.

TRICKY SAM does a taste test and seems pleased.

TRICKY SAM
Yeah, this is the high quality shit.

The one SMUGGLER smiles and nods his head.

SMUGGLER
We make only the best, primo.

With no warning whatsoever, TRICKY SAM and VICTORIO whip out their semi-automatic pistols that are stuffed under their shirts. One of the SMUGGLERS tries to reach for a gun lodged along his pants while the other SMUGGLER tries to pull a gun out from the side of his pants. It is too late since TRICKY SAM and VICTORIO fire several shots at the two SMUGGLERS before they can get one shot off. Both are leveled to the ground with multiple wounds and are bleeding profusely. TRICKY SAM and VICTORIO begin storing the many keys of cocaine into a secret compartment in the back of a small u-haul truck. They climb into the truck and speed off.

EXT. A MIAMI HIGHWAY - NIGHT

TRICKY SAM is behing the wheel of the u-haul cruising at a steady speed along a highway that is about twenty miles north of MIAMI. VICTORIO is turning the controls on the radio inside the truck in search of a nice radio station. TRICKY SAM looks over at VICTORIO with inquisitiveness on his face.

TRICKY SAM
Hey, Hector, we're going to sell all of this weight, keep the millions we make, skip town for good, and then go live the good life.

VICTORIO
You know, Tricky Sam, that sounds like a brilliant plan to me.

TRICKY SAM snarls in the face.

TRICKY SAM
Fuck those dago-mafia-motherfuckers who fronted the money! They were cheating Dale Cherry and all the niggas who worked under him before they all got sent up.

VICTORIO
We can piece together our own network. We'll let them take care of production and transportation from out of Colombia and we'll take care of distribution here in the United States.

TRICKY SAM and VICTORIO continue their journey back to the midwest at a modest speed.

INT. HOME OF SHERRY WELCH - DAY

EXPERTS from a team of homicide investigators with the KCPD are swarming every perimeter inside SHERRY WELCH'S home using blood-pattern and live-scan fingerprinting techniques and instrumentation and automation. Neighbors and relatives tipped off the police department after the bizarre disappearance of SHERRY. A veteran homicide detective with the KCPD, JERRY OVERSTREET, signals to another veteran detective, GENE FOREMAN, after he discovers very noticeable embedded footprint images that has been made on the kitchen tile floor and on the carpet that is nearby.

OVERSTREET
Hey, Gene, take a look at this.

FOREMAN
Whaddaya got?

OVERSTREET
Looks like to me somebody didn't cover up their tracks.

Both DETECTIVES move closer to the footprint images in the kitchen and in the adjoining room. OVERSTREET shines a bright flashlight down on the images.

FOREMAN
Whoever got inside this house, they've got a strong covert operations background.

OVERSTREET
They got in and got out without being detected.

FOREMAN
I'm smelling foul play.

OVERSTREET
There's a lot going on here, Gene.

FOREMAN
So, where do we go from here?

OVERSTREET
Hopefully, we can find out if this is an axiom of a homicide.

FOREMAN
Alright, then, let's turn the forensic people loose and we'll see what else they can find.

Highly-skilled MEMBERS of a Kansas City, Missouri forensics team begin looking the WELCH residence over quite thoroughly, using samples of Luminol to spread across the footprint images, the carpet, the tile inside the kitchen, and curtains covering the windows in the front room. OVERSTREET and FOREMAN are still parading around the area where the images were left. PHOTOGRAPHERS with the KCPD homicide team are snapping several photos of the footprints.

OVERSTREET
Once we get a make of the foot images, then we can run a trace on it and check around Kansas City to see where it was purchased.

FOREMAN
Do you know how many shoe stores are around the city?

OVERSTREET
We'll just have to narrow it down, somehow.

FOREMAN
Hey, Jerry, think about all the malls in the city and the surrounding areas.

OVERSTREET
Once everything gets to the lab, then we can start putting the missing pieces together.

Some of the initially responding DETECTIVES enter the crime scene investigation wearing protective gear, using live-scan fingerprinting techniques, portable digital microscopes, and alternative light systems.

EXT. FRONT OF SHERRY'S HOME - DAY

We see several DETECTIVES and POLICE OFFICERS questioning neighbors from along the block about SHERRY'S strange disappearance.

EXT. WESTPORT DISTRICT - DAY

Approximately fifty FBI agents are swarming the historical WESTPORT DISTRICT in search of clues that will possibly lead to the killers of Special FBI Agent WILFREDO FELICIANO, long after the murder has taken place. A highly-skilled forensic experts out of Chicago, who is considered to be the very best in the business, DR. STEVEN YAKAMOTO, a short, stout, and well-read Japanese man, is at the scene working in conjunction with the FBI and the KCPD by scrounging the area for any possible evidence. Though he has his hands full with other homicides, detective JERRY OVERSTREETS decides to come to Westport while this particular crime scene investigation and restructuring is taking place. DR. YAKAMOTO is holding a powerful magnifying glass close to the ground to where the assailants supposedly ran after gunning down FELICIANO and cleverly discovers a shoe track that has made a permanent image on the concrete. He becomes excited and signals for all the FBI agents and KCPD DETECTIVES.

DR. YAKAMOTO
Come! Come here, quickly!

EVERYONE rushes over to DR. YAKAMOTO and directs their full attention down at the ground. OVERSTREET moves to the forefront of the ground.

OVERSTREET
Wait just a second here, Dr. Yakamoto.

DR. YAKAMOTO
What is it?

OVERSTREET
We're investigating the disappearance of a North Kansas City woman. We're suspecting foul play in this case. There were footprint images that resembled this one. Could you be able to tell me what type of shoe made that print and how long that print's been there on the ground?

DR. YAKAMOTO moves even closer with his magnifying glass to make a more thorough observation.

DR. YAKAMOTO
This type of shoe comes from some sort of military making. I'd say that this print has been for over two years.

OVERSTREET nods his head with signs of uncertainty.

OVERSTREET
Are you sure?  Why haven't the rain or the snow or any other weather elements washed the print away?

DR. YAKAMOTO
The ridges in the sole and the design around the edges fits the make of some type of military shoe. As far as the print enduring the weathering elements, there's probably a permanent ink or dye that's extremely difficult to be washed away by rain or snow or sleet or dirt.

The FBI AGENTS and KCPD DETECTIVES gather around DR. YAKAMOTO and pat him across his back and shoulders. OVERSTREET reaches forward to shake his hand.

OVERSTREET
(strong Missourian drawl)
Beautiful detective work, Dr. Yakamoto.

EXT. THE MISSOURI RIVER - DAY

An experienced BOATMAN and his SON are cruising along the peaceful waters of the Missouri River in a twenty-foot motorized boat just enjoying the solitude and the bright sunny day. The BOATMAN suddenly discovers a semi-rusted license plate floating near the banks of the river. The BOATMAN grips the steering wheel and guides the boat over by the banks. He lifts the plate out of the water and looks it over very good.

BOATMAN
Where in heaven's name did this plate come from?

SON
Probably came off someone else's boat.

BOATMAN
This plate belongs to a car.

SON
You think so?

BOATMAN
My first mind tells me that there's a car sunk somewhere under these waters.

SON
There's been sick-psychotic-bastards killing women and dumping them here in the river.

BOATMAN
I'm turning this over to the police.

The BOATMAN pulls away from the banks and cruises up the river.

INT. PENDERGAST MANSION - DAY

GALLUCCIO is inside his private den reading recent copies of the Kansas City Times. He is holding a paper up to his face that has an eye-catching front page caption that reads: "DETECTIVES SEEK CLUES IN STRANGE DISAPPEARANCE OF NORTH KANSAS CITY WOMAN". A very clear photo of SHERRY WELCH is off to the left of the article. GALLUCCIO picks up another recent copy of the Kansas City Times and glances at a caption that reads: "FBI MOVES CLOSER TO SOLVING AGENT FELICIANO'S MURDER". A photo of FBI AGENTS and KCPD HOMICIDE DETECTIVES are seen scrounging the area.

INT. PENDERGAST MANSION, HOURS LATER - EVENING

The BOSSES and their HENCHMEN and some of their STREET CREW ASSOCIATES are having a meeting after learning that SAMUEL "TRICKY SAM" ELLIS and HECTOR VICTORIO skipped out on them with their drugs and money. EVERYONE at the meeting has a very nasty snarl on their faces after being ultimately betrayed. GALLUCCIO pounds his fist real hard down on the oak table and points furiously around the table.

GALLUCCIO
Word's got back to us that this Tricky Sam and Victorio fucked all of us right up our tender assholes!

CARMINE jumps right in with a set of watery and furious eyes and he is breathing quite heavy.

CARMINE
The goddam spic and the lowlife-good-for-nothing nigger did one of those dry jobs on us! They just pumped, and they pumped some more, and kept pumping away until our assholes started to bleed.

GALLUCCIO
And get this, the two pricks are out there having a good time with our money and dope. They're buying Thoroughbred horses, breeding those big Rotweiler dogs, putting big cash down on houses in Hawaii and the Bahamas. It's live they've pissed right in our faces and they're somewhere, right now, laughing their heads off their shoulders.

MICHAEL interjects into the discussion with the swiveling of his head.

MICHAEL
They're staying at bigshot hotels, buying high-class hookers, ordering big bottles of Dom Perignon and Cristal, and taking trips over to Europe and Japan.

BONADONNA respectfully eludes into the discussion.

BONADONNA
Didn't word get back that they've got stash houses set up here in Kansas City and in Chicago?

GALLUCCIO quietly nods his head.

GALLUCCIO
Yeah, they've got young street punks working for them out of old abandoned and burned-out apartment buildings here in Kansas City and in Chicago.

MATURO falters into the discussion with a hand signal.

MATURO
So, what are we going to do about the fuckhead-puke-sonofabitches who stole from us?

CARMINE comes back into the conversation by making a commanding grunting noise.

CARMINE
As far as this Tricky Sam motherfucker is concerned, we'll somehow turn that piece of work over to a couple'a doped-out street niggers who're desperate for money. Besides, they go around killing one another anyway, so why not let them take out this Tricky Sam.

MICHAEL hisses and glances around the whole room.

MICHAEL
Word's gotten back tht Victorio's in Chicago, having a real good time with some of the money and dope that he stole from us. We'll send Tony Bang Bang and Tony Butcher to Chicago to ice Victorio nice and easy.

EXT. BANKS OF THE MISSOURI RIVER - DAY

A team of FBI and ATF AGENTS are investigating a specific area of the Missouri River close to where to where the BOATMAN discovered the license plate with the assistance of the KCPD. DR. STEVEN YAKAMOTO is walking near the bank's waters holding a powerful magnifying glass and looking down at the ground. We see a NecroSearch team of skilled DIVERS falling off the side of boats and plunging under the surface of the river with their diving gear and electronic equipment. The FBI AGENTS and the ATF AGENTS are watching the luminescent green blips on the monitors that detects large items like a radar.

INT. UNDERNEATH THE SURFACE OF THE MISSOURI RIVER - DAY

The DIVERS are under the water and are spread out at least two-hundred yards apart, covering at least a ten mile stretch of the river. They discover old car parts, furniture, toys, trash, and practically lots of other junk thrown into the river over the years. The "Mighty Missouri" demands much respect, with the strong currents pulling and jerking them like they are weightless.

EXT. SURFACE OF THE RIVER WATERS - DAY

Detective OVERSTREET, DR. YAKAMOTO, and the teams of FBI and ATF AGENTS climb onto Missouri Water Patrol boats and go for trips up the river's currents.

INT. BENEATH THE SURFACE OF THE RIVER, TWO HOURS LATER - DAY

After about two hours and several minutes, one of the DIVERS faultlessly discovers a large metal object that resembles an automobile with the rear license plate missing, approximately a fourth-of-a-mile from where SHERRY'S car was thrown into the river.

EXT. SURFACE OF THE RIVER WATERS, AGAIN - DAY

Two of the DIVERS emerges and has good news for everyone sitting in the Missouri Water Patrol boats.

DIVER #1
I believe we've found what we've been looking for.

A very surprised look is scribbled across the face of OVERSTREET.

OVERSTREET
What did you guys find?

DIVER #2
There's car down there with one of the plates missing.

OVERSTREET
Better go back under and see what else you can find.

The water patrol boats roar back to the banks.

EXT. BANKS OF THE RIVER - LATE AFTERNOON

DR. YAKAMOTO is scrounging around the banks of the Missouri River with the high-powered magnifying glass and flashlight. He surprisingly comes upon another footprint image that endorses his brilliant expertise as a masterful criminologist.

DR. YAKAMOTO
(screeches loudly)
Come! Come quickly!

OVERSTREET and his KCPD COLLEAGUES and FBI and ATF AGENTS all dart over to where DR. YAKAMOTO is standing.

OVERSTREET
What is it, Dr. Yakamoto?

DR. YAKAMOTO
Remember the footprint images that were discovered near the small wooded area of the Westport District, and at the home of Sherry Welch?

OVERSTREET
Remember it as though it was a second ago.

DR. YAKAMOTO
There's definitely connection between the murders of Agent Feliciano and possibly the murder of Sherry Welch.

OVERSTREET
I guess all roads do lead to the same places.

PHOTOGRAPHERS with the KCPD crime lab begin snapping photos of the crime scene, focusing mainly on the footprint image that is dried deeply into the soil along the banks.

EXT. BANKS OF THE MISSOURI RIVER, TWO HOURS LATER - EVENING

High-powered tow trucks are assisting the DIVERS in attaching cables around the body of the car. Everyone standing around is quiet as the car is being drug out of the river's mud and silt and brought to the surface. The silence among the KCPD, FBI, and ATF is quite reverent. Once the car is sitting still on level ground, the trunk is popped open and the blood-stained Oriental rug is unwrapped. Quite disgustingly and severely morbid, the smelly stench coming from SHERRY'S badly decomposed and brutally beaten body is unveiled, the strong blows to her head still noticeable. DR. YAKAMOTO and CRIME LAB EXPERTS with the KCPD collect samples of the blood and rug fibers to take back to the crime lab.

EXT. PARKING LOT OF NORTH KANSAS CITY GROCERY STORE - NIGHT

SAMUEL "TRICKY SAM" ELLIS, the top drug dealer in the Missouri region, and his nine months pregnant girlfriend, LAURIE an attractive blonde-haired and blue-eyed woman, are driving up into a parking space at a very popular twenty-four hour grocery store. TRICKY SAM shuts the engine off and then turns to look very sympathetically over at LAURIE.

TRICKY SAM
Now, what did you want out of the store?

LAURIE
I wanted some peanut butter cookies and black walnut ice cream.

TRICKY SAM
Anything else?

LAURIE
Naw, that's it.

Before TRICKY SAM could open the driver's door, two MEN dressed in all black wearing black ski masks, sprint up to the sparkling gold Mercedes-Benz with semi-automatic weapons. TRICKY SAM jumps over to try and protect LAURIE.

TRICKY SAM
(intensely hysterical)
Oh shit! Look out, Laurie!

The volley of shots causes mists of blood and splashes of brain matter from TRICKY SAM'S head to stain the seats and front windshield with streams of a pinkish color. His attempt to try and save LAURIE is too late since she and the unborn child take several of the effective slugs, which leaves the passenger's side saturated with blood. The two gunmen jump into a running car about ten yards across the parking lot.

EXT. PARKING LOT OF GROCERY STORE, HOUR LATER - NIGHT

Several POLICEMEN, HOMICIDE DETECTIVES, FIREMEN, and PARAMEDICS are at the scene of the bloody homicides. We see DETECTIVES questioning several of the grocery store CLERKS. Amazingly, LAURIE is still breathing and is hooked up to many tubes. The WORKERS from the morgue are loading the body of TRICKY SAM into the CORONER'S van.

INT. KCPD CRIME LAB - DAY

We see DR. YAKAMOTO pointing to the three separate color photos of the footprint images that have been magnified for investigative purposes. He is standing next to OVERSTREET distinguishing the three separate images that came from the Westport District, SHERRY WELCH'S home, and from along the banks of the Missouri River.

DR. YAKAMOTO
There's definitely a correlation between the murders of Agent Feliciano and Sherry Welch.

OVERSTREET
So, the perpetrator was present at all three crime scenes?

DR. YAKAMOTO
No question, detective Overstreet.

OVERSTREET
I can only say you're the best, Dr. Yakamoto.

INT. MILITARY SURPLUS STORE, SOUTH KANSAS CITY - DAY

We see detective JERRY OVERSTREET questioning the OWNER of a military surplus store, showing the OWNER photos of the footprint images.

INT. MILITARY SURPLUS STORE, NORTH KANSAS CITY - DAY

We see detective JERRY OVERSTREET again questioning the OWNER of another military surplus store, showing the OWNER photos of the footprint images.

INT. MILITARY SURPLUS STORE, WEST KANSAS CITY - DAY

OVERSTREET is becoming quite frustrated, but refuses to give up. He is in the offices of the OWNER of another military surplus store. Miraculously, the OWNER keeps unconsented records of CUSTOMERS who are regulars, having printed their names and addresses in a special ledger over the years for business purposes. The OWNER studies the three photos of the footprint images presented by OVERSTREET and undoubtedly recognizes the type of military shoe by the ridges of the sole.

OWNER
There's one guy who comes in here all the time who special orders that type of shoe.

OVERSTREET
Could you give me a name?

OWNER
His name's Francisco Provenzano. He's an older good looking Italian guy who dresses fairly good.

OVERSTREET
Where do you order these shoes from?

OWNER
A place out in California.

OVERSTREET
I was in the military once. What exactly are those military shoes used for.

OWNER
Usually CIA Operatives and special fores guys wear these shoes for clandestine and covert missions.

OVERSTREET
Thanks.

INT. KANSAS CITY, MISSOURI POLICE DEPARTMENT HEADQUARTERS - EVENING

OVERSTREET is inside his office on the fifth floor of the police headquarters reviewing a photo and records of FRANKIE BONECUTTER. He is flanked by other HOMICIDE DETECTIVES and FBI AGENTS. He holds up a mugshot of FRANKIE BONECUTTER and cuts a pleasing grin.

OVERSTREET
This is the man who's going to lead us straight to the hierarchies.

EXT. PARKING LOT OF THE PLEASURE PALACE, CHICAGO - NIGHT

TONY BANG BANG is sliding under a silverish Jaguar owned by HECTOR VICTORIO and quickly attaches a scientifically designed remote control bomb right at the center of the fuel tank.

INT. THE PLEASURE PALACE - NIGHT

VICTORIO and an entourage of high-priced CALL GIRLS are up in the VIP section of one of Chicago's most distinguished strip clubs, The Pleasure Palace, still exclusively owned by the BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS. One by one, Hector and the CALL GIRLS are slamming down beer and cocktails and eating spicy chicken strips. We see that they are laughing and having a real good time.

EXT. PARKING LOT OF THE PLEASURE PALACE, AGAIN - NIGHT

VICTORIO and his entourage of four CALL GIRLS are climbing into his expensive Jaguar.

INT. CAR OF THE TWO TONYS - NIGHT

The TWO TONYS are positioned across the street inside a black Chevy Caprice Classic. We see TONY BANG BANG holding the remote control for the bomb between his lap, his finger pressing very lightly on the button.

EXT. PARKING LOT, AGAIN - NIGHT

VICTORIO is cruising out of the parking lot with the CALL GIRLS. TONY THE BUTCHER swurves out into the street and bogarts his way into traffic, then journeys about three car lengths behind VICTORIO.

EXT. SUBURBAN CHICAGO STREET, SEVERAL BLOCKS AWAY - NIGHT

At a respectable distance, TONY BANG BANG mashes down hard on the remote control button and an Earth-shattering explosion erupts. The tremendous explosion blasts VICTORIO straight through the hard metal roof of the Jaguar and down onto the hard concrete. The four CALL GIRLS are blown right through the front and back windshields and the side windows. Splatters of blood and body parts paint the surfaces of the street and sidewalk. The extreme blast carves a twenty-inch deep crater in the ground underneath the car. The TWO TONYS shrewdly fade away while PEOPLE are hysterically stopping their cars to spectate the brutal car explosion.

INT. LAKE FOREST HOME OF THE BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS - MORNING

CARMINE and MICHAEL BERNAZZOLI are lounging around in their pajamas drinking cups of coffee and reading fresh copies of The Chicago Tribune and The Chicago Sun-Times inside a large den. CARMINE is holding a copy of The Chicago Tribune which has an eye-catching article in the metro section that reads: "COLOMBIAN DRUG DEALER AND CALL GIRLS BLASTED IN CAR BOMBING". MICHAEL is viewing a copy of the Chicago Sun-Times that has an interesting front page article that reads: "CAR EXPLOSION CLAIM LIVES OF DRUG DEALER AND CALL GIRLS". The BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS turn to stare at one another with mischevious smiles.

INT. THE PENDERGAST MANSION - MORNING

GALLUCCIO is holding a recent copy of the Kansas City Times that has an article in the metro section that reads: "MAJOR DRUG DEALER AND PREGNANT GIRLFRIEND GUNNED DOWN IN GROCERY STORE PARKING LOT".

INT. HARRY S. TRUMAN MEDICAL CENTER - DAY

The black RELATIVES of TRICKY SAM and the white RELATIVES of LAURIE DAVIDSON are inside the intensive care unit of the Harry S. Truman Medical Center weeping for the injured BABY BOY who LAURIE was soon to give birth to. A top notch NEONATOLOGIST performed an extremely rare post-mortem Caesarian section. The surgical procedure took hours after the BABY BOY was removed from the bullet-riddled womb of LAURIE. We see the BABY with many tubes in his tiny body. He lies on his stomach with his fists balled up, fighting desperately for his life. a BLACK WOMAN steps up to the bed holding the BABY crying as she looks down on the INFANT who is suffering from  "multiple organ system injury" from the effect of the bullet wounds.

BLACK WOMAN
(cries loudly and profusely)
This baby didn't deserve this! I still say that white women don't mean black men no good.

The BLACK WOMAN leaves the ICU grieving and a WHITE WOMAN steps up to the tiny bed with tears streaming down her face.

WHITE WOMAN
(moans and groans loudly)
Only an animal would do something like this! All of this could've been avoided if people would just stick with their own kind.

INT. MORGUE OF THE HARRY S. TRUMAN MEDICAL CENTER - DAY

DR. ANTHONY MCKINNIS, a top notch medical examiner, and another MEDICAL EXAMINER, are in the morgue examining the bullet-punctured bodies of TRICKY SAM and LAURIE DAVIDSON.

INT. FBI FIELD OFFICE OF KANSAS CITY - DAY

Inside one of the highly-secretive conference/interrogation rooms, the head of Kansas City's FBI Field Office, DYLAN HUNTER, a tall, lean, robust, and distinguished Special FBI Agent, is standing to the immediate right of FRANKIE BONECUTTER holding a clipboard with a stack of documents. FRANKIE BONECUTTER has been turned over to the sole jurisdiction by the KCPD after he is apprehended. We see other FBI AGENTS from Washington, D.C and out of Kansas City sitting around a long conference table. DYLAN moves closer to the face of FRANKIE BONECUTTER for questioning purposes.

DYLAN
Okay, Mr. Provenzano, what type of information do you have for us?  Now that we know that you're a suspect in the murders of Sherry Welch and Agent Feliciano, we need for you to cooperate fully.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER stares around the room with intense and antagonized eyes.

PROVENZANO
I was one of the guys who shot Agent Feliciano that night down in Westport.

DYLAN and the other agents turn to stare at one another with estranged expressions.

DYLAN
Who was the other gunman with you that night?

PROVENZANO
His name's Robert Randazzo. Everybody calls him Bobby Crusher.

DYLAN
Where and who did your orders come from?

PROVENZANO
The bosses in Kansas City and Chicago.

DYLAN
And they are?

PROVENZANO
Tommy Galluccio and Carmine and Michael Bernazzoli.

DYLAN
Anyone else involved in the murder?

PROVENZANO
Two backup shooters.

DYLAN
Their names?

PROVENZANO
Paul Rastelli and Louie Cascone out of Chicago.

DYLAN
Why did the bosses order you and Robert to kill Agent Feliciano?

EXT. FLASHBACK - THE WESTPORT DISTRICT - NIGHT

FRANKIE BONECUTTER and BOBBY THE CRUSHER are pumping many slugs into Special FBI Agent WILFREDO FELICIANO as he is falling down the steps of Standford's and Sons Comedy Club.

INT. FBI FIELD OFFICE, AGAIN - DAY

FRANKIE BONECUTTER comes back to the present and shakes his head.

PROVENZANO
To keep him from finishing his investigation of Local Union Forty-Five that was a part of the Midwestern Teamsters Union here in Kansas City.

DYLAN and the assembly of AGENTS turn to lock disbelieving eye contact with one another.

DYLAN
So, what other valuable information do you have, Mr. Provenzano?

PROVENZANO
Everything that pertains to the bosses here in the midwest.

DYLAN
Who are the bosses in Cleveland and Milwaukee?

PROVENZANO
Sal Bonadonna controls Cleveland and Charlie Maturo controls Milwaukee.

DYLAN
We want every single ounce of details about the midwest bosses and all of their criminal activities.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER leans forward and cuts a cunning smile.

PROVENZANO
I'll give you all the details of how I helped murder Sheila Bridgestone and lots of other people on that TWA flight leaving New Orleans, by mechancially altering the plane and by placing hazardous and flammable chemicals in the cargo section.

Once again, DYLAN and the other AGENTS turn to glance at one another in utter disbelief. There are chants and grunts going on around the table.

PROVENZANO (CONT'D)
I'll give you all the details of how the bosses would have secret meetings here in Kansas City and Chicago that involved plotting the murders of Gino Vazzano, Richard Delaney, Arthur Whitley, Steve Kaminsky, Remo Petrelli, Jimmy Amato, Sherry Welch, Barry Bloomingdale, and Richard Rosenkrantz. I'll give you top information about how the bosses here in the midwest still have strong ties with the DiGiovanni family in New York and the Franceschini family in L.A.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER takes a moment to clear his throat.

PROVENZANO (CONT'D)
I can tell you about how the bosses were behind the murders of the black drug dealer named Tricky Sam and his pregnant girlfriend, and how they ordered the killing of the Colombian drug dealer Hector Victorio and those four women who were in the car with him. 

FRANKIE BONECUTTER bows his head momentarily and transmits a confused glance at DYLAN and all the other AGENTS.

PROVENZANO (CONT'D)
I have inside information on how the bosses used Mason Shellenberger to help set up a drug dilution scheme with a big-time pharmacist named Nick Ballard out of Chicago that's killing thousands of people here in the midwest, and how the bosses also used Mason Shellenberger to take part in a worker's compensation fraudulent scheme by using the muscle of Sal and Charlie to corrupt top regional and district directors with The Department of Labor there in Cleveland and Milwaukee.

The room is filled with a crippling silence while the AGENTS are all nodding their heads in absolute disgust.

EXT. FOREST HILLS CEMETERY IN SOUTH KANSAS CITY - DAY

A graveside service for LAURIE DAVIDSON and her INFANT, who was to be named JENNIFER MARIA DAVIDSON, is being completed by an ORDAINED MINISTER. We see RELATIVES and FRIENDS standing before the regular adult casket and the tiny infant casket of the two murder VICTIMS. The ORDAINED MINISTER makes a crossing sign at the closing of the graveside ceremony.

ORDAINED MINISTER
(sorrowful voice)
May your souls rest in peace. 

EXT. THE PENDERGAST MANSION - DAY

The FBI are in the process of making a "clean sweep" of all the BOSSES and their HENCHMEN and ASSOCIATES that are part of the midwestern criminal dynasty. One of the first to be arrested is TOMMY "THE CAVEMAN" GALLUCCIO. Four FBI AGENTS are knocking very hard on his front door. He answers and they flash a warrant for his arrest to his face and whip out a pair of handcuffs.

EXT. LAKE FOREST HOME OF THE BERNAZZOLI BROTHERS - DAY

FBI AGENTS with the Field Office there in Chicago are knocking very hard on the front door of the BERNAZZOLI BROTHER'S enormous mansion. CARMINE and MICHAEL show up at the front door and the AGENTS also flash arrest warrants before their eyes and whip out two sets of handcuffs.

EXT. SUBURBAN CLEVELAND HOME OF SAL BONADONNA - DAY

FBI AGENTS with the Field Office there in Cleveland are knocking very hard on the front door of the BONADONNA suburban residence. He answers and the AGENTS present arrest warrant papers to him and immediately handcuff him.

EXT. SUBURBAN MILWAUKEE HOME OF CHARLIE MATURO - DAY

FBI AGENTS with the Field Office there in Milwaukee are knocking very hard on the front door of the MATURO suburban residence. He answers and the AGENTS throw arrest warrant papers up in his face and they handcuff him right away.

EXT. MISSION HILLS MANSION OF MASON SHELLENBERGER - DAY

FBI AGENTS from Kansas City are taking SHELLENBERGER away in handcuffs as he is led from his breathtaking mansion.

INT. FEDERAL COURTHOUSE IN DOWNTOWN KANSAS CITY - DAY

After FRANKIE BONECUTTER is sworn in to give his testimony, he takes a seat in the witness stand. The five BOSSES are sitting aloof over at the defense table immaculately dressed in double-breasted suits with crisp white shirts and assorted silk ties. The lead U.S. Attorney for the Western District of Missouri, SHELTON BAILEY, a lean and handsome man, strides over to the witness stand to begin cross-examining FRANKIE BONECUTTER. The courtroom is packed and everyone is quiet.

SHELTON
Mr. Provenzano, do you know an individual by the name of Thomas Galluccio.

FRANKIE BONECUTTER turns to give GALLUCCIO an icy glare.

PROVEZANO
Yes, I know him.

SHELTON
Would you look around the courtroom, sir, and identify him if you can?

PROVENZANO
(points)
He's the man with the blue pinstriped suit on.

SHELTON
Mr. Provenzano, do you know two individuals by the name of Carmine and Michael Bernazzoli?

FRANKIE BONECUTTER turns to glance at CARMINE and MICHAEL with discontent in his eyes.

PROVENZANO
Yes, I know them.

SHELTON
Would you look around the courtroom and identify them if you can, Mr. Provenzano?

PROVENZANO
(points)
That's them in the black and gray suits.

SHELTON
Do you know an individual by the name of Salvatore Bonadonna?

FRANKIE BONECUTTER glances out at BONADONNA with an expression of assurance.

PROVENZANO
Yes.

SHELTON
Would you look around the courtroom and identify him if you can, sir?

PROVENZANO
(points)
That's him in the beige suit.

SHELTON
Do you know an individual by the name of Charles Maturo?

FRANKIE BONECUTTER looks out at the defense table and has a vengeful glare in his eyes.

PROVENZANO
Yes, yes, I know him very well.

SHELTON
Once again, I would ask for the record for you to identify him.

PROVENZANO
(points)
That's him in the burgundy suit.

SHELTON pauses a moment to take his own personal glance over at the five midwestern crime BOSSES.

SHELTON
During what period of time, approximately, did your personal association with these individuals being to occur, sir?

PROVENZANO
We often met to settle disputes within and outside of the families.

SHELTON
And those disputes often involved plotting murder?

PROVENZANO
Yes, sir, that's correct.

SHELTON
Where did these meetings occur?

PROVENZANO
Sometimes here in Kansas City, sometimes in Chicago.

SHELTON
At the homes of Thomas Galluccio and Carmine and Michael Bernazzoli?

PROVENZANO
Yes, that's correct.

Before a hushed and expectant COURTROOM, SHELTON asks a very serious question in a montonal, hesitant, and expressful tone.

SHELTON
Could you explain your participation in the murder of Special FBI Agent Wilfredo Feliciano?

FRANKIE BONECUTTER explains in a very nervous manner.

PROVENZANO
The bosses were discussing plans on how we were going to kill Agent Feliciano. Tommy's cousin, a narcotics detective with the KCPD, informed the bosses and Shellenberger that Agent Feliciano would be staying at a hotel in the Westport District, and that's when they decided we would ambush and kill him somewhere down there.

SHELTON
What was the real reason behind the bosses ordering the killing of Agent Feliciano?

PROVENZANO
Pressure was coming down on Teamsters Union officials, especially Local Union Forty-Five here in Kansas City.

SHELTON
Which, of course, was exclusively controlled by Thomas Galluccio and Carmine and Michael Bernazzoli?

PROVENZANO
Yes, that's true.

SHELTON
When you speak of pressure, you, of course, are speaking of the government's ongoing investigations of corruption within the unions?

PROVENZANO
Yes.

SHELTON
There'll be no further questions.

The presiding JUDGE orders the courtroom to take a brief recess.

INT. FEDERAL COURTHOUSE, NEXT DAY - DAY

It is day two of the trial, and MICHAEL CUTLER, the balding, stocky-built, cocky, and courageous defense attorney for GALLUCCIO, gallops up to the witness stand with an arsenal of fiery question.

CUTLER
Mr. Provenzano, how many people have you killed in your life?

PROVENZANO
More than I care to talk about.

CUTLER
How much money have you stolen in your life?

PROVENZANO
Millions.

CUTLER
How much drugs have you sold?

PROVENZANO
A lot. 

CUTLER
Mr. Provenzano, didn't you force underage girls into pornography and used them as sex slaves in kiddie-girl porno rings?

PROVENZANO
(strong detests)
No way, Mr. Cutler!

CUTLER
Didn't you photograph your wife committing forcible sex acts on other men and wome and children while conducting wild drug and sex parties at your residence?

PROVENZANO
That's a lie!

CUTLER
Mr. Provenzano, the murders that you're blaming on my client, Mr. Thomas Galluccio, and the other defendants, you committed at your own discretion. Didn't you, Mr. Provenzano?

PROVENZANO
No, I didn't.

CUTLER
These murders were committed because of your own lust for greed and power. Weren't they, Mr. Provenzano?

PROVENZANO
No, they weren't.

CUTLER
Weren't these murders enterprise related and were for your own personal gain?

PROVENZANO
Absolutely not.

CUTLER
There'll be no further questions.

INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE THE COURTROOM - DAY

A WOMAN, appearing to be in her late thirties, nobody seems to know where she came from, bogarts her way through the CROWD and bursts out with a loud militant statement.

WOMAN
(furious shout)
Goddam murderer! You're going to burn in hell forever for all the people that you killed!

As FRANKIE BONECUTTER is being escorted by an array of FBI AGENTS through one of the doors out in hallway, the WOMAN lunges towards him in a rageful manner. Federal Marshals grab her and force her onto one of the elevators.

INT. FEDERAL COURTHOUSE, THIRD DAY OF TRIAL - DAY

It is the final day of the trial and the JURY FOREMAN rises to read the verdict sheet. EVERYONE in the super-packed federal courtroom are staring up at the JURY FOREMAN stone-faced. The five BOSSES are over at the defense table slumping in their seats with frightful expressions. They stand up and turn to look at the COURTROOM CLERK, who is ready to read from her sheet.

COURTROOM CLERK
Count one, RICO: Conspiracy to murder Special FBI Agent Wilfredo Feliciano. How do you find, proven or not proven?

JURY FOREMAN
Proven.

The five BOSSES smooth their suitjackets, straighten their ties, take deep swallows, and stares up at the presiding JUDGE. The JUDGE looks out at the BOSSES with a straight face.

JUDGE
Having been found guilty on all charges, you have been confined to life of imprisonment without the possibility of parole.

The COURTROOM breaks out into a mild pandemonium while the BOSSES are being led out by FEDERAL MARSHALS.

EXT. FEDERAL COURTHOUSE - DAY

Reporters from NBC, CBS, and ABC are interviewing some of the DEFENSE ATTORNEYS and JURORS on the steps of the courthouse. Four WOMEN outlandishly jump in front of the cameras and shout out a very militant remark.

FOUR WOMEN
(perfect unison)
We're the daughters of vengeance! We're the daughters of vengeance!

FADE OUT