DEAD AS A GANGSTER script-screen

DEAD AS A GANGSTER script-screen DEAD AS A GANGSTER script-screen

Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Status: Finished

Genre: Mystery and Crime

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Dead as a Gangster screen play. Romantic Comedy.

Summary

Dead as a Gangster screen play. Romantic Comedy.

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Submitted: April 14, 2013

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Submitted: April 14, 2013

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EXT. RETIREMENT HOME – SUNRISE


The sun lifts up from the back side of the retirement home making way with its rising shine shown over the retirement homes back yard showing off the lawn bowling lane, deck with lawn chairs, barbecue, benches and that Nerf dart board pinned to the tree.


NURSE N.

V.OTime to wake up Mr. Rizzuto, we're not skipping breakfast this morning.


INT. RETIREMENT HOME, RIZZUTO ROOM – MORNING


The old man lying in bed (Mr. Rizzuto) slowly pulls the covers off of him revealing those black dress pants and socks he wore for pajamas.


A young brunet in a nurses uniform (nurse N) steps out from in the in-suit washroom and sees Mr. Rizzuto standing up from in his sit on the bed.


NURSE.N

(shocked and surprised)

Mr. Rizzuto you've spent another night in your cloths.

She turns her back to him, steps for the washroom.

(cheerful)

I'm going to get the bath water running.




INT. CITY, ALLEY – MORNING


The homicide van rolls on out of the alley way leaving behind three SCI (a young female Terra, a young male named Jim and an elder male named Joe) officers staring down on to a chalked out line of a corpse in the center of the alley.


TERRA

Turning her back to the scene and stepping out towards the end of the alleyway.

Its just another hit fellows. What can we do about it?


JOE

He stares the outline over, the blood smeared in to the pavement.

A blade, last one was a clean shot to the head.


JIM

He steps back,

Ya well this time we got off free. Must have thrown that knife with the wind. First time I seen a blade cut right threw a corpse, like he knew the blood would clean it off.


JOE

He steps for lead heading on out of the alleyway.

Ya well lets go celebrate, think Terra’s buying.




EXT. TOM'S HOUSE. – MORNING


A mid aged man in a business suite (Tom, a clean cut, nobody good guy type) walks on out of the front door of the house. He steps off the last of the three steps that lead him off the houses entrance way and looks down on the ringing cell phone on his hip. He stops in a stand still in front of the dark red Lincoln parked in the driveway, looks on to the cellphone in his hand and smiles with excitement. He walks the phone to the car and gets on in.


INT. RED LINCOLN – MORNING

He turns the ignition, turns the radio down, sets the gear into reverse and rolls the Lincoln on down the driveway.

He looks down on the cell phone on his lap, grabs it, looks in to the rear view mirror and slams the brakes seeing a mid aged women wearing a pink yoga out fit jog on by the sidewalk with her full grown Bull Mastiff.

He steps off the break lets the Lincoln roll on back in to the road wile he stares the yoga outfit wearing women jog on down the street with that Bull Mastiff of hers.

He gets the Lincoln on a roll on down the street, lifts the cell phone up in front of his face and reads the text from off its screen..


TOM

(whispering)

(V.O)

I cant wait to get you in to that storage room, yes image that, I've been dreaming about it ever since the first day I laid my lusting eyes on you.


He looks up off the cell phone and sees the black sedan roll out in to the street from in the four way stop a yard in front of him.


(dangerously excited)

Oh shit


EXT. RED LINCOLN – MORNING


The Lincoln comes to a braking stop landing is front end over the intersections stop line.

The Lincoln slowly rolls out threw the intersection and on down the road.


INT. CLOUD OF HELL


Beyond the firing flaring sun sits a red cloud fitted with a stone table and chairs.

The stones table sits one man, an elderly (LANCE, a tough guy criminal gangster) gentleman wearing a black and gray striped suit and gray hat.

He stares on to the flames lifting up off the seats around the stone table and watches as three head less black suited male angels appear seated on the stone chairs from in the last of the firing flames.


LANCE

(humor)

Eh guys don’t you think its a little early for a poker game. Besides I paid off all my debts.


ANGEL 1

(laughing)

Ya that’s a funny one.


ANGEL 2

(annoyed)

Ya well.


ANGEL 3

(mean)

Well we're not


LANCE exhales a breath of worry some, looks down on to his hands.


ANGEL 1

We got a favor


LANCE

No, no no thanks, but no thanks.


ANGEL 2

(thoughtless)

Your a dead man anyway.


ANGEL 3

One last job, take it or leave.


LANCE

I thought I was retired.


ANGEL 1

(laughing)

Ya ha that’s a good one.


LANCE

(worried)

Gentleman I don’t know what I done, what ever it is its over with, no?


ANGEL 3

We got a man down below we need you to take care of.

He waves his hand over the pitchers appearing on the table in front of Lance.


LANCE looks down on to the pitchers.


ANGEL 2

You remember Mickey Rizzuto.


ANGEL 1

(humor)

Heard he had a hit on you.


LANCE

( annoyed)

Ya ya I know who he is.

(surprised)

Fuckers still ticking around down there.


ANGEL 1

Oh he's gone, gone senile. Down there making a hit on anyone that reminds him of his past.


LANCE

you want me to whack him?

(denying with innocents)

That’s not my line of work, not why I'm here.


ANGEL 3

Who cares, all we know is that your on his list.


LANCE

(daring cheer)

Well bring him on.


ANGEL 1

You cant touch him, deal is he's to be incarcerated till his time.


ANGEL 2

And the rules say your to be on your best behavior.


ANGEL 1

(laughing)

Ya no tieing ends meat.


ANGEL 3

Your contact is a young man with similarities. Yours, so don’t blow it.


LANCE

So you mean to say I'm already a dead man, a hit on me.


ANGEL 1

(laughing)

Now that’s what I would call karma.


ANGEL 2

Your going, and don’t make me come on down to get ya.


ANGEL 3

 (cheers)

You can do it kid.


LANCE is shocked back in to his seat as those flames lift up off the seats around him.


INT. STOCK BROKERS OFFICE BUILDING, TOMS OFFICE – AFTERNOON


At the far end corner of the floor of office cubicle’s sits TOM in behind his desk in front of that corner glass window showing a view of the inner city.


ALEX (Tom's office competition) stands in to the front wall of the cubicle looking in on TOM.

ALEX

So how was your weekend, heard you denied a trip to Miami.


TOM

( denying)

What are you talking about, I had no plans to go to Miami.


ALEX

( lowered voice)

He looks back over his shoulder to see if anyone had been looking on him. He looks back on to Tom.

The old dude that wouldn’t let go of the Cardinal and Redskin deal.


TOM

He looks on to his computer monitor, sets his finger on to the keyboard and triggers the blank screen key.

You have to quit Alex, stop getting in on my broke-man-ship as if you hold a right to it or something.


ALEX

( pleading)

Tom, I'm just looking out for ya.


TOM

( annoyed)

Ya I know, and I told the old dude to just put in on my bill.


ALEX

( shocked, surprised)

No fucking way, you think he'll dial you up on that will of his.


TOM

( tired and annoyed)

I got a lot of work to do here, its going to be a long week if the gold keeps dropping.


ALEX

( agrees)

Ya I hear ya partner, I spent most of my weekend bailing out my self.


TOM watches Alex mope out off his cubical. He reaches for the cell phone on his desk, smiles and begins typing a text.


TOM

( whispering with giggles)


How about some whip cream.


INT. BOARD ROOM


The boardroom table sits ten, at the front left corner sits a pretty blond (Kelly, Toms girlfriend) whom listens in on the speech being given by the gentlemen at the other end of the table. Kelly feels her briefcase on the floor vibrating in to her foot, she slowly reaches her left arm down reaching her hand in to the brief case and grabbing on to that vibrating phone. She sits upright in her seat with that left hand of hers on her lap as she looks down on to the cell phone in her hand and grins a blushing smile as she reads over the text.


The older woman (MISS D, kelly's boss) sitting at the head of the table looks on to KELLY seated at her right and clears her throat catching KELLY's attention and raises that left brow of those mean stuck eyes.


KELLY smiles clearing her throat and sets her sight on to the other end of the table tuning in to the gentleman reading off the weekly tasks.


 

INT. STOCK BROKERS OFFICE, TOM'S CUBICLE


TOM looks down off the computer screen and down on to the cell phone lighting up on his desk. He reaches for it and brings it up to his ear.


TOM

Hello, yes this is me, yes that’s my address, and yes that’s the name of my security company why what the hell is going on, I just registered with security.


FEMALE OPERATER

( V.O)

Well sir we were alarmed and the police have been dispatched to the address.


INT. TOM'S HOUSE – AFTERNOON


The officer walking (officer 1) on up the stairwell grabs on to the gun on his hip and pulls it out.


An officer (officer 2) walks on thru the kitchen in to the living room and steps to the basement door. He opens the basement door and looks down in to the darkened stair well.


LANCE walks on out of the kitchen holding a glass of whiskey in his hand. He listening in on the footsteps of the officer up on the top floor.


LANCE

What a couple fucking morons.

He steps back and turns for the basement door.

Eh what the fuck you doing down there hu, We got nothing to pay you off with.

He steps back in to the living room, sees OFFICER 1 stepping down the stairwell.

Just like cock roaches.


OFFICER 1

Stepping thru out the living room for the basement door.

Yo you got anything down there, cause I say we were tripped.

He steps back away from the door.


OFFICER 2

( V.O)

Na, that’s the deal.

He steps on thru the basements door and in to the living room. He sets his noise up in the air, whiffs.

I swear I smell whiskey


OFFICER 1

He steps out in front of officer 2 heading for the front door.

No that’s the alcohol in those automatic air fresheners.

He looks on to the front door,

There’s no signs of foul entry.

He sees the door knob turn, he reaches for his gun.


TOM walks on thru the front door standing in to the two officers holding him in his stance at gun point.


OFFICER 1

( alert)

Who in the fuck are you?


OFFICER 2

( demanding)

and hands


TOM

He lifts his hands and drops them waving the officers away,

I own this house, got the call ten minutes ago.

He watches the officers drop their guns back in to their side holsters.

What is going on?


LANCE

( humor)

Whats going on? You got roaches, you don’t need an alarm system, you need an exterminator.


OFFICER 1

We're just doing our job. Your alarm went off, we were dispatched.


OFFICER 2

( smiling)

And now were on our way.


TOM

( relief)

Well thanks, now I know this security bill pays off.

He steps aside and lets the officer step on out of the houses front entrance door. He closes the door behind them.


LANCE

He steps towards TOM stares him over and follows him thru out the living room towards the kitchen.

So you do kinda look like me, give or take a few inches, pounds.


He stops in a stand still and watches TOM step to the fridge.

How in the hell am I supposed to talk with this guy, what am I supposed to do jump in front of the bullet or something.


He steps back as TOM walks back in to the living room with a pop in his hand.


TOM sits on the living room couch, reaches for the cell phone clipped on his hip.


LANCE sees the cell phone, steps to the couch and stands him self in front of TOM looking the cell phone over.


TOM

( staring the cell phone over he keys in to the texts.)

Send her a uniform text, get into costume, a cop, cuffs, guns.


LANCE

( startled)

What let me see that.

He reaches for the cellphone, squeeze with all he's got on to TOMS hand until the cell phone cracks.


TOM

Felt that grip, heard the phone crack, looks on to the blood spilling out of his hand, looks up on to LANCE stepping back and away shaking his hand out in pain.

( fear)

Who in the hell are you?


LANCE

He looks up off his hand, on to TOM

( surprised)

What you can see me?


TOM

( shocked)

Well ya, your standing in my living room, tried to steal my phone, where in the hell did you come from.


LANCE

( relief)

God I thought I was going to be running solo around here.


TOM

( scared)

What?


LANCE

( serious)

Look kid, I'm here to help.


TOM
Staring Lance over with question.
Are we related, you some kind of long lost uncle.

LANCE
(excited)
Yes, I mean no.
He walks a pace back and forth.
I'm kinda, kinda, like an angel.
He stands still looking Tom over.
Its a story kid, ya see those cops couldn’t see me, you couldn’t see me until I tried for that calculator radio looking thing.

TOM
Holding the cracked dead cell phone up in his hand.
This is a phone, a cell phone for Christ sake. Where are you from?

LANCE
What year are we in?

TOM
Were in the millennium, 20012.

LANCE
See and I'm from 1970.
He looks on to the door as those knocks echo on in to the living room.

TOM
He stands to his feet, steps to the door, looks back on to Lance.
Don’t go anywhere.
He grabs on to the doors knob, opens the door and greets the female security guard.
You from the security company, come on in.
He turns and steps for the living room staring Lance over.
This is my funny uncle, auh Ferkin

LANCE
Staring the security woman over he mouths “Firkin”

FEMALE SECURITY
She steps in to the living room, looks around.
(wary)
Excuse me, you were saying something about someone.

LANCE
(to Tom with humor)
Ya little Firkin, you were saying?

TOM
He stares on to Lance standing in the center of the living room, back on to the security guard at the entrance. He looks down on the phone in his hand, up on to Lance.
Ya I said my uncle Firkin

SECURITY WOMAN
Sorry are you busy, on the phone?
She holds out an electronic pad, pulls the pen out from in its slot,
I just have to get your signature reassuring everything is in order in here.

LANCE follows in behind Tom as he steps to the security guard.

TOM
He looks back over his shoulder on to Lance's smiling face, back on to the electronic pad in the security guards hand.
(confused)
You just want my signature.

SECURITY WOMAN
She hands Tom the pen.
Ya, we don’t usually get false alarms, and when we do its like a cat or something. We'll be having a tech guy coming by with in a day or two.

Tom steps back handing the security guard back her pen.

LANCE
Whats with all the tech.
He looks on to that smiling security guard looking down in to the electronic pad in her hand.
Well ask the lady over for a drink, whats wrong with you.

TOM
(sarcastically)
You ask her

SECURITY WOMAN
she looks up on to Tom
Excuse me.

TOM
no, no I was just thinking aloud.

He watches the security woman step back to the door, turn her back to to him and walk on out of that grip she pulled open on the door.
He turns and looks on to Lance, sees that whiskey glass in his hand.
Why is it just me that can see, see and hear you.
He walks to the coach, takes a seat.
(to him self)
Why would I want to be stuck staring at some old creepy dude.

LANCE
He sits on to the couch,
I told ya, there's a hit on you.
(mumbles)
well me

TOM
(worry, surprised)
A hit, like a hit man, scoping me out right now.

LANCE
No, its coming tho and if I know Rizutto he wont waist a breath of fresh air getting it done.

TOM
Rizutto?

LANCE
Ya, back in the day he was the big hit man, we'd be like who killed him “Rizzuto.” He was a little creepy dude, so innocent you wouldn’t believe it was him. So we'd just mention his name every time we heard of a hit.

TOM
So because I resemble you, he's out to finish me?

LANCE
(cheer)
Now your seeing it.

TOM
Your like dead already?

LANCE
Well ya,
(slaps his hand on to Toms lap.)
Like a guardian angel
He looks down on to the cellphone that dropped out of Toms hand.
He grabs a hold of it.
What the hell is this thing any way?

TOM
(sulk)
Its a cell phone, a broken one.
 

INT. RETIREMNT HOME, DINNING ROOM – EVENING


RIZUTTO walks on by all the tables seated with his fellow old timers. He stops in front of the table sitting a man and women. He stares the man over, watches as the man stands out from in the seat and walks away. He looks down on to the women (Sandra, formerly known as Doll Face Abracadabra)

SANDRA looks down on to her glass of milk.

RIZUTTO
(pleading)
Come on doll
He sits him self in to the table

SANDRA
She leans over the table,
(viciously whispers)
I told you not to call me that already
She sits back in her seat looking the dining room over.

RIZUTTO
Come on Sandra, don’t tell me you wanna ride it out in here.

SANDRA
(sarcastically serious)
Oh, and this coming from a man known to the nurses around here as going senile.

RIZZUTTO
Ya well, sometimes I don’t know what day were in, still doesn’t stop me from planning a life, a way out from in this feeling of being sick, dieing.

SANDRA
She looks up on to the waiter pushing a food cart in towards her table.
You are ambitious Mickey, I'll give ya that. 


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