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Click hereFADE IN:
INT. TENEMENT BUILDING, HARLEM, NYC - DAY
Two white plainclothes COPS are moving rapidly up a dark
staircase. They are holding drawn pistols. They reach a
floor and move down the hallway to a door. One of the COPS
bangs on the door.
COP #1
NYPD! Devon Barnes, open the
fuckin' door!
Footsteps and voices are heard within the apartment. The
footsteps move towards the door.
MAN #1
What the fuck you want? If you
ain't got no paper, get the fuck
outta here.
COP #1
(holding up badge to
peephole)
Here's the only paper I need,
bitch! Now open the fuckin' door,
Barnes. We just need to talk to
you for a second.
The door opens slightly, and MAN #1 peers out. He looks at
the two COPS and decides to open the door a little more. COP
#1 kicks the door open all the way and COP #2 bursts in. COP
#1 throws MAN #1 to the ground and covers him with his
pistol.
INT. APARTMENT - DAY
COP #2
Everybody get your fuckin' hands in
the air! Do it now!
Three men are seated on a filthy living room set in the
trashed apartment. The men sense something is wrong. One man
reaches for a pistol on the coffee table.
COP #2 (CONT'D)
Don't touch that weapon! Fuckin'
stop!
The man's hand touches the weapon. COP #2 fires a shot into
the man. Chaos erupts as the other men leap up from the
couch.
COP #1
Billy! Just do everybody!
COP #2
(deadpan)
Hey, whatever you say...
COP #2 fires his pistol at the remaining two men, killing
them. COP #1 fires his pistol into the head of MAN #1 who is
still face down on the floor. The COPS flee the apartment and
race out to the street where they enter their car.
INT. CAR - DAY
COP #2
(laughing)
Holy shit! That was a fuckin' freak
show! I'm so pumped right now!
Woo hoo!
COP #1
(driving and shaking head
in wonder)
You were goddamn John Wayne back
there. Bam, bam, bam! Never seen
no shit like that!
COP #2
(laughing)
I love this cop thing. Gets you
into all the best places.
COP #1
(agreeing and gesturing
with his badge)
God bless eBay. You can buy any
fuckin' thing there.
COP #2
No shit. Gotta love technology.
I'm fuckin' starved...let's find
someplace to eat. How about that
diner on the East Side you took me
to last month? Uhhh,
"Henrietta's?"
COP #1
(laughing)
Nah, "Hanrahan's," ya dumb Irish
fuck! Hey, go ahead and text the
Guinea. Say, "The fried chicken
was great. Thanks for the recipe."
COP #2 uses a cellphone and taps out the text message. Upon
completion, COP #2 wipes the cellphone with a rag and drops
it out the window where it is run over by traffic and
shatters.
COP #2
So who is this Guinea anyway?
COP #1
Just some douchebag spaghetti eater
Frankie met in juvie. They get
together now and then. Frankie
says he's an up and comer in the
Jersey Mob. The Guinea's doing a
favor for Johnny Sack.
COP #2
(impressed)
THE Johnny Sack? The one who runs
the Lupertazzi crew?
COP #1
Yeah, the very same. Those niggers
had been ripping off some of his
operations in Harlem.
COP #2
(excited)
Those stupid ass motherfuckers! I
guess Frankie's gonna get some
brownie points outta this. And us
too.