[Screenplay: Sterling Crouch]
FADE IN:
INT. CAR - NIGHT
LAMONT and ROCK cruise the city streets. Lamont drives with a lean while Rock smokes a cigarette in the passenger seat, continuing a story
ROCK
So we got these n***as duct taped in the Holiday Inn, over the bridge, Lee comes back with son’s van filled to the top with white! Like 50 keys dog. No joke!
LAMONT
(amused)
Stop playin! Ahhhh!
ROCK
Dead ass dude!
LAMONT
Shit is crazy! So then what?
ROCK
Well you know we had to give it to 'em
FLASH CUT:
INT. HOLIDAY INN
Two men lay face down, hands and feet duct taped behind their back, pillows over their heads
POP, POP, POP, feathers fly as muffled gunshots ring out
MUZZLE FLASH CUT:
BACK TO CAR
ROCK
I was gonna let the jawns go but...
Takes a drag of his cig
FLASH CUT:
INT. HOLIDAY INN
Two blind folded women, hands and feet bound with duct tape, are whimpering on the bed
POP, POP, two more gunshots are fired
MUZZLE FLASH CUT:
BACK TO CAR
ROCK
(exhales)
Fuck it. Nah mean
LAMONT
(impressed)
That’s gangsta
EXT. STREET CORNER - NIGHT
Lamont’s red Acura rolls through the intersection, and stops in an alley
The street corner is crowded with a group of thugs and goons rolling dice, carrying on after every roll
INT. CAR
Lamont peels off $1200 in Benjamins, and hands it to Rock
LAMONT
Grab me a quap.
ROCK
That all?
LAMONT
Shit, that’s just for the weekend my nig
Rock slides the cash in his coat pocket, pulls out his pistol, and cocks it, chambering a bullet
ROCK
I’m gonna fuck with this cat for like 20 minutes, aight? I gotta talk some biz
LAMONT
Cool
Rock exits the car and disappears into the dark entrance of a brick tenement building
Lamont surveys his surroundings checking his mirrors
POV: Addicts, junkies, dealers, prostitutes, an obvious slum
After a moment Lamont spots the dice game on the corner
JUMP CUT TO:
CU: CLICK CLACK, Lamont cocks his chrome pistol
JUMP CUT TO:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Lamont walking toward the dice game, tucks his gun in the back of his jeans
YOUNG THUG
Ceelo muthafuckas!
GROUP
Ohhhhhhhhh!!!
The Goons notice Lamont
GOON
Check this n***a out
LAMONT
Can I live?
THUG
Five yards
LAMONT
I gotchu
Lamont throws a $1000 in cash down on the sidewalk, and the other Goons match his bet
He picks up the 3 dice and throws them against the brick wall
CU: 1 2 3, right off the bat he loses
Lamont throws down another $1000
Throws the dice
CU: 6 6 6
He wins the pot, picks up the cash
MONTAGE:
Roll after roll Lamont keeps winning, taking all the goons’ cash. He can’t lose, and is becoming less popular with every roll of the dice
CUT TO:
INT. TENEMENT APARTMENT
Rock zips up a large duffle bag full of weed, and walks out the door
A 2 year old boy sits on the floor watching the daily horrors of the news channel
CUT TO:
EXT. TENEMENT
Lamont is back in the drivers seat with the car running ready to go
Rock appears from the shadows and gets in the car, throwing the duffle bag in the back seat
INT. CAR
LAMONT
Hurry up, hop the fuck in
ROCK
Why? Wassup?
LAMONT
I think these n***a’s are plottin something
The car rolls past the group of thugs on the corner
POV: Everyone of them grilling the car, staring with player hatred in their eyes
ROCK
You know those dudes?
Rock lights up a huge blunt.
LAMONT
(grinning)
You know I had to roll right? That’s my shit
ROCK
Oh shit. How much you get em for?
LAMONT
Forty five maybe fifty G’s. You know how I do
ROCK
Damn!
(looks out the rear window)
No wonder they were heated. Surprised they let you walk with that. I wouldn’t have
LAMONT
(hits the blunt)
Son I was ready
(pats the gun resting on his lap)
Twenty four seven, palm on the jawn
CUT TO:
EXT. STREETS
The red Acura rolls through a stop sign on a deserted block, and continues on down the dark street
CUT TO:
INT. CAR - MINUTES LATER
Rock takes the last hit from the blunt, then flicks the roach out the window
ROCK
(eyes beat red)
Yo son, Mickey D’s
(pointing)
Let’s hit it
LAMONT
Nah son, shit kills me
ROCK
Drop me off. Mad hungry
CUT TO:
EXT. MCDONALDS - NIGHT
Rock gives Lamont a pound, then enters McDonald’s with the duffel bag on his shoulder
Lamont drives off
FADE TO BLACK:
INT. CAR - LATER
Lamont drives, singing along with the radio when he notices...
POV: A car following him in the rearview mirror
He makes a quick turn without signaling. The car follows
Lamont dials his cell phone
CUT TO:
INT. BONES’ APARTMENT
BONES is having rough sex with a STRIPPER type female
Bones’ cell phone rings repeatedly, but is barely audible over the Stripper’s obnoxious moaning
BACK TO:
INT. CAR
LAMONT
Come on. Come on
Lamont dials again
BACK TO:
INT. BONES’ APARTMENT
Bones’ phone rings again
He stops fucking, to answer
STRIPPER
You’re gonna answer that?
BONES
Shut up
(answers phone)
What up?
BACK TO:
INT. CAR
LAMONT
(somewhat frantic)
Yo son, I’m on the run. I need some help
Cat’s are trying to assassinate me
BACK TO:
INT. BONES’ APARTMENT
BONES
Word?
BACK TO:
INT. CAR
LAMONT
I’m rollin through
Meet me down stairs, bring the big gun
BACK TO:
INT. BONES’ APARTMENT
The Stripper is trying to get Bones to hang up the phone
BONES
Dog, I can’t make it. I’m waxin that ass right now
LAMONT (PHONE)
What?!!! Didn’t you here what I...
BONES
(interrupting)
You’ll be aight. Damn
LAMONT (PHONE)
Yo wait...
CLICK, Bones hangs up, and starts fucking the Stripper again
BACK TO:
INT. CAR
Snapping his phone shut with authority, and punching the steering wheel
LAMONT
(furious)
Muthafucka!
POV REARVIEW: The car is still trailing, getting closer
As soon as Lamont hits a straight stretch of road he accelerates to about 80 MPH
The trailing car also speeds up until it’s right on Lamont’s ass
Lamont grabs his gun, takes it off safety
Without warning Lamont slams on his brakes causing the trailing car to slam into the back of his car
EXT. STREET
The two cars skid out of control, Lamont’s Acura fishtails then flips over onto it’s roof, screeching to a stop
The trailing car slams into a brick wall at about 60 MPH
INT. LAMONTS CAR
As the smoke clears Lamont crawls out of his overturned car
Blood squirts profusely from a deep gash in Lamont’s right arm, so he grabs his gun with the left arm
EXT. STREET - CRASH SCENE
Lamont staggers over to the totaled car, the Thugs still stuck inside, one of them screaming in pain, the other silent
Lamont looks through the shattered glass window, the passenger is dead with his face smashed against the dashboard, the driver badly hurt, covered with glass, legs pinned under the crumbled steel, screaming for help
Lamont shakes his head then shoots the driver three times
POP POP POP
Lamont stumbles down an alley, bleeding badly from several deep gashes
EXT. INTERSECTION
Lamont sees a cab parked on the corner. He stumbles across the street and gets in the taxi
INT. CAB
Lamont in the back seat bleeding all over
CAB DRIVER
(Hindu Accent)
Get out of my cab motherfucker!
Look at you bleeding all over my back seat
Get your monkey ass out of my fucking cab!
Lamont hands the Cabdriver a huge wad of cash, about $1000
LAMONT
Just drive muthafucka!
The Cabdriver steps on it, speeding off
CAB DRIVER
Shit man, you need to go to a hospital?
LAMONT
Nah, 141st and Bradhurst
CAB DRIVER
Ok boss
EXT. ROAD
The cab speeds down the road
FADE TO BLACK:
EXT. 141ST AND BRADHURST AVE - MOMENTS LATER
The cab speeds toward us before stopping abruptly out front of an apartment building
INT. BONES’ APARTMENT
Bones sits on the couch smoking a blunt, watching television
A toilet flushes
Just as the Stripper exits the bathroom walking toward the couch...
STRIPPER
N***a, you ain’t got no toilet pap...
POP, POP, POP, gun shots rip through the door lock, as Lamont bursts through the door with a kick, gun in hand, bleeding everywhere
As the Stripper attempts to run past Lamont, he pistol whips her in the face
She drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes, out cold
Bones drops to his knees
Lamont puts the gun to Bones’ head. Fire burns in his eyes
LAMONT
Why Bitch!!!!?
BONES
(desperate)
Please man. Please
Don’t kill me. Come on dog
Lamont just stares with rage, blood still squirting from his arm
BONES
Please don’t kill me man
I’m sorry. I got money yo!
You can have it all!
I got twenty G’s right now in the...
POP
Lamont shoots Bones in the head, splattering his brains on the couch
POP, POP
Lamont unloads two more bullets into Bones’ lifeless body at close range
Lamont exits, the sound of SIRENS approaching
EXT. 141ST AND BRADHURST AVE
As Lamont staggers out of the building onto the road, a Police car skids to a stop
Two Cops get out of the car, guns drawn
COPS
(screaming)
Get down on the ground!
Drop it motherfucker!
Lamont starts firing at the Cops. The Cops fire back
POP,POP,POP,POP. It’s a full blown shootout
A bullet hits one of the Cops in the head, he drops to the pavement in a puddle of blood
The other Cop hides behind a big truck as bullets whiz by
Once out of ammo, Lamont takes off, stumbling down a dark alley, about to pass out
EXT. PARK - MINUTES LATER
Some teens play basketball under the lights, as two younger children play on the swing set
Sounds of SIRENS and a helicopter approaching the park
Lamont stands in the center of the playground
He drops his empty pistol on the ground, reaches his bloody hand in his coat pocket, and pulls out the huge, bloody wad of cash that he had won in the dice game
Lamont throws the wad of money into the air, scattering tens of thousands of dollars around the park, blowing in the wind
Lamont, a bloody mess, looking weary, falls to a sitting position, then lays on his back looking up at the sky
A bright light envelopes him as he takes his last breaths
POV FROM ABOVE: Under the spotlight of the helicopter, Lamont lays on the ground dead, as the kids at the park hurry to gather their share of the blood stained money
FADE TO BLACK:
