Int. east coast big boss study – night 20
The CONSIGLIERE stands in front of the BIG BOSS at his desk. The Big Boss is looking at paperwork with a glass of scotch in front of him and a burning cigar on an ashtray. His CAPO walks in two shoulder holstered guns, just wearing a dress shirt and tie. He steps in front of the Big Boss. The Big Boss continues to read, then puts it down and lifts his still burning cigar and looks at both men.
BIG BOSS
I am hearing more and more troubling whispers out of Vegas.
The Capo nods.
The capo
That’s a fucking understatement if I ever heard it. They got two of their Under Bosses in the dirt and the rest ducking for cover. It’s a shit show.
The Big Boss ponders, inhaling his cigar.
Big Boss
Is the Butcher there yet?
The Capo
No sir he’s still a day out, having to drive. Carrying two duffel bags full of heads made flying a no go.
The Big boss nods.
Big Boss
Of course, our message to the Vegas branch we don’t take skimming the pig well.
Inhale of smoke.
big boss (cont’d)
Send a team to meet him there and change his paradigm. He is to clean up the city. He has discretion to kill who needs to be killed but no more than that. Leave at least one Boss alive to take over and terminate whoever thinks killing our people is tolerable.
Capo nods and Consigliere is writing notes.
The Capo
As you say boss. I’ll get right on it.
Big boss nods and starts to pick up what he was reading again but then tilts it down.
Big Boss
And have some of our Under Bosses get ready to move to Vegas to take over the areas of the newly departed. We need a tighter grip on the cesspit it has become.
The Capo at the door in middle of opening looks back and nods his head before leaving.
21 INT – WAREHOUSE – NIGHT 21
A close up on the dial of a boom box, fingers changing radio station from heavy rock, to pop, to heavy metal for a second to a blues/jazzy lounge song. Camera comes out to a guy starting to do a slow rhythm dance MAD DOG MCGREGOR as he saunters over the table which has numerous tools upon it, a wrench, screwdriver etc and leaning next to it, a chain saw. The man picks up various tools, weighing them, etc though doesn’t touch chainsaw.
Mad Dog McgregoR
It’s gonna be a bloody song Johnny Boy, a bloody bloody song Johnny, Johnny, Johnny.
He turns around with a screwdriver in hand waving like a baton looking past camera.
Mad Dog Mcgregor (Cont’d)
But you know that’s how the music rolls when they call for my strings, when they hit those digits, you used to be the one doing the calling Johnny Johnny.
Grin, more dancing. Camera dips and goes to black, passing out, camera is woken by slapping camera.
Mad Dog Mcgregor (cont’d)
No nappy nap Johnny, you know better then that, you interrupted my beautiful oratory.
Punches camera.
Mad Dog Mcgregor (cont’d)
Now. lets get back to my lyrical tongue lapping, the lullaby of this sleepy time. Your in this particular situation cause It’s what always happens to rats, Johnny, and you the rat. Well, all of us, in the end, in this business, put on the rat suit, it’s in our very skin, in our very genetics from womb to tits to first toddler steps, always, always, a road of rats, eyes too big, always looking for the cheese. Hell, some day, I’ll probably be in that chair Johnny boy.
He laughs.
Mad Dog Mcgregor (cont’d)
But not today, today is your very own special tune, A slow bloody beat just for you sweet boy, just for Johnny.
Camera dips again passing out to black again woken up by slapping
Mad Dog Mcgregor (cont’d)
Your getting on my junk Johnny, time is a precious commodity on these blood painted aves . Now now let’s get the music back in the thump, back in the hip thrusting, gyrating catalog of cadence. Now my beauty, the last trip on this road, I’d make it quick, but they don’t want it quick sorry to say. So were gonna make it a long slow groove, bones and meat and a hell of a lot of you screaming. That’s how they want this diddy Johnny, that’s how they want it. So get ready my sweet sweet boy, you gonna bird chirp me a beautiful beautiful bloody chorus. Mad Dog Mcgregor doing what he loves!!!!
Lots of thrusting with hips and gyration.
Finally the camera turns and is looking close up on a sweat dripping deer in headlights eyes, then expands out to a duck taped, tied to chair man(Johnny) shivering, all bloody. Then into camera A POV of McGregor, hands holding a hammer.
Mad Dog Mcgregor
Whose Killing Mob Bosses Johnny Boy?!
Camera moves to shadows behind man then screaming, screen washed by blood.
22 Ext. Side of road – day 22
A close up behind the head looking at someone in a car on phone (THE BUTCHER) CAMERA cut to side showing phone and lips only with phone on outside hand. SERGIO LEONE TIGHT.
butcher
What are you calling me for? I’m a day out of Vegas and dropping the blood sacks you gave me to deliver.
You can hear The Capo over the phone.
The Capo
There has been a change in plans.
Butcher
I’m not a big fan of change, you know this.
The Capo
This story has been stolen from Royal Road. If you read it on Amazon, please report it
I’m well aware of your idiosyncrasies Butcher, but this comes from the top.
Butcher
The top, you Mean the tippie tippie top, the big fucking honcho, the big fish, the Kahuna in a kimona?? Who the fuck cares. I’m the Butcher, I kill things, end of story, with a big fucking period to make the point, get it, period?! Point?!.
He throws out a big belly laugh followed by Deep breath, silence.
Butcher (cont’d)
But I can tell your gonna whine like a fucking baby if I don’t at least listen to your yapping, so, get on with it, what is it you want?
The Capo
While you’ve been driving to deliver our message, multiple Bosses out there have been put in the dirt. And still no name to point a finger at.
Butcher
So what? You want me to take everyone’s heads, including the no name Agatha Christie who done it?
The Capo
If it was up to me? Fuck yea, these guys are fucking amateurs, but the Big Boss wants you to leave one of the Vegas Bosses intact to carry on, most likely Morelli or whichever one is still breathing by the time you get there.
Butcher
You got guys coming to help me carve this tragedy?
The Capo
Yea, we’ll have a team waiting for you when you arrive. Use your discretion. But Butcher, I know you, keep the blood to a minimum.
Butcher
See that’s the thing with you Made Men, unrealistic as fuck, off in fucking lala land like your living in a fucking movie. You should know by now, you unleash the Butcher, there ain’t no promises on how many corpses are gonna paint the fucking picture. I’ll keep your suggestion in mind though Capo. I’ll give you that one cause you all pay so fucking well. But as far as killing, we will see what we see, and whose breathing at the fucking end of it.
Silence for a bit, close up on Butcher’s lips, still only phone and lips in camera, slow grin peeling up.
The Capo
Understood.
Grin gets bigger, camera still only on lips and phone.
Butcher
I knew you would, I knew you fucking would.
23 Int. Scarsezzi’s house – Night 23
Scarsezzi paces back and forth in his office with a glass of scotch in his hand and a pistol in the other with a mostly empty bottle of scotch on his desk. He mutters to himself.
Scarsezzi
What the fuck was I thinking? Great great idea.
He drinks his scotch.
scarsezzi (cont’d)
Just take a little off the top, they won’t notice. You deserve it.
He paces back and forth as he talks then he stops and refills his drink while holding his pistol under his armpit then puts bottle back down and pistol back in hand, drinks. He continues pacing.
Scarsezzi
Then just take a bit more, they didn’t notice so won’t notice more. I’m a fool. My Momma always said “Your too smart for your own britches Solas.”
The door opens and Scarsezzi immediately turns and fires hitting the wall above the door, his head of security ducking down. Solas sighs.
Scarsezzi
You ever heard of god damn knocking? I could of blown your fucking head off.
The head of security looks abashed.
luigi
I apologize sir, won’t happen again.
Scarsezzi takes another drink and waves with his gun.
Scarsezzi
Fine, fine, it’s your fucking head. What are you bothering me for?
Security guy fidgets.
Luigi
Sir, you told me to check in every twenty minutes.
Scarsezzi sighs, sits in his desk, puts his gun on desk, gulps down his scotch, fills it up again, then looks at his head of security standing there.
Scarsezzi
Well fucking report, holy hell, where do I find you worthless shits?!
Luigi
Sir, I’m your nephew,uh, from your youngest sister Rose.
Scarsezzi shakes his head and takes another drink.
Scarsezzi
I remember now, little Luigi. Well alright little Luigi, report.
Luigi
Nothing to report sir. We have 20 men spread around the perimeter and 10 in the house near entry points.
Scarsezzi
And McGregor and his Irish.
Luigi scoffs.
Luigi
They are doing a whole lot of shit and shinola, besides drinking up all your booze. They are locked up in your lounge making a mess.
Scarsezzi takes another swig of his scotch, stands up and grabs his gun.
Scarsezzi
Nothing not expected from a bunch of Irish and their worthless Scottish mommy bear. Alright Luigi, get back to it and leave me to my religion
Holds up glass.
Scarsezzi (cont’d)
By the way how is my baby sister, havent seen her for years?
Luigi looks perplexed.
Luigi
Sir, she lives in one of your houses ten minutes from here.
Scarsezzi lets out a crazed laugh, takes another drink and waves with his gun, then puts his gun on desk.
Scarsezzi
Well,life happens, time skips by. Now onto new steps, like step your way back to doing what I’m paying you to do.
Luigi looks like he might say something but instead just nods his head and exits, closing the door behind him. Scarsezzi takes another drink
Scarsezzi
You’ve put yourself in the shit again Solas. Greed has been the downfall of almost every power player through history, how cliche. You’ve become a fucking cliche. …if only…
He is interrupted by the door opening again, Luigi stepping in.
Scarsezzi
What the fuck do you….
He notices the blood all over Luigi’s chest from his slit throat. His hand goes for his gun, but then moves to his throat and the blade now inserted there and the blood dribbling passed his fingers, his eyes wide as he slumps, his forehead hitting desk. In strolls Ghost with a wicked smile. She walks up to Scarsezzi, lifts his head up, pulls out her knife with a thunk and more blood, then moves her face close to his dead one, her hand squeezing his cheeks.
Ghost
Hello Papi. I am supposed to give ya a message, I think before you were dead, but se la ve, such is the road.
She squeezes his cheeks harder and puts a kiss on his lips.
ghost (cont’d)
You once told my employer that a woman would never be a Boss, that women were only good for fucking and making babies. Well, she will be The Boss and she is doing it over your corpse.
Her face looks to the sky/ceiling.
ghost (cont’d)
This would of probably been more cinematic, more a “Boom” moment if i had said it while you were still breathing, Oh well, see ya Daddio, by the way I picked up that word Daddio from a Russian whore, you seen her around? Oh right, you’re dead
She laughs. She turned towards door, camera on her in a mid when a hole appears in her forehead, close -up. She falls to ground. Camera flips and we see Mad Dog with a pistol with a silencer. He taps his ear piece looking down at her corpse on floor, blood pooling and smiles.
Mad Dog Mcgregor
I got some of my boys on nearby rooftops with night scopes. We clocked you coming in sneaky sneak.
He eyes Scarsezzi and Luigi.
Mad Dog Mcgregor (cont’d)
Probably could of stopped this but a few less wops in the world is music to my ears, a downright beautiful fucking diddy. In fact I think I’ll have my boys kill the rest and lay it at your feet.
He sits on desk next to her corpse, brushes her hair from her face.
Mad Dog Mcgregor (cont’d)
These fucking Italians never show us respect. About time they got a come uppance. And who better to give it then a Scotsman and his Irish.?!
He looks down and grabs her dead lips.
Mad Dog Mcgregor (cont’d)
Damn, you are a good fucking listener. I feel like you really get me, you know?
He says something into his mic then grabs The Ghost’s knife then stands up and starts doing a dance as you hear gun shots echoing through the house.