A int. Beach house - bedroom - South hampton - day 155a

(SUMMER `95)

 

Jordan fucks Naomi. There's a curious thunk-thunk-thunk.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

When I got home, I realized there

was no way Aunt Emma could smuggle

that much cash by herself. I

racked my brain for another person

with a foreign passport.

 

The bed's covered with bundles of cash. Every thrust of

Jordan's, another bundle plummets to the floor -- thunk.

 

SCENES 156 - 157 OMITTED 156

 

 

INT. BEACH HOUSE - SOUTH HAMPTON - GUEST BEDROOM - DAY 158

(SUMMER `95)

 

With $20 mil in CASH on the bed, Jordan and a stoned

Donnie watch as Brad tapes stacks of cash to his wife

CHANTALLE, a bombshell in panties, bra and sneakers.

 

CHANTALLE

Bra-had, theese tape eez focking

steeky!

 

As Brad keeps taping her up:

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JORDAN (V.O.)

As a successful drug dealer, Brad

spent his winters in the South of

France, which is where he met his

wife Chantalle, a stripper of

Slovenian origin but born in, of

all places, Switzerland.

 

CHANTALLE

Take eet off, Bra-had! Eet erts!

 

BRAD

Shut up, bitch.

 

CHANTALLE

You beetch, you focking douche-a-

bag-a!

 

Donnie can't help but start laughing at this.

 

DONNIE

Take eet off! Take eet off!

 

Brad seethes at this but keeps taping...

 

 

INT. BEACH HOUSE - SOUTH HAMPTON - BEDROOM - LATER 159

(SUMMER `95)

 

Chantalle is completely taped up, a cash-covered mummy.

Jordan looks on with Brad, Donnie and now Naomi. 90% of

the cash is still on the bed.

 

JORDAN

Well, this is fucked.

 

NAOMI

It's gonna take her like fifty

trips.

 

BRAD

We'll get her parents to tape up

too. They got Swiss passports.

Plus her brother and his wife.

Five people, six-seven trips?

 

JORDAN

How much'll they want for it?

 

BRAD

I dunno, not much. Fuck, they'd

probably do it just for the miles.

 

DONNIE

What about my money?

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BRAD

What?

 

DONNIE

My money. I got a few mil of my

own I wanna move. I'll call you,

you can come pick it up.

 

BRAD

(takes offense to

Donnie's

presumption)

You'll "call" me.

 

DONNIE

(what part don't you

understand?)

And you can come "pick it up."

 

Brad asks Jordan if they can speak in private.

 

MOMENTS LATER, IN PRIVATE: Jordan joins Brad.

 

JORDAN

What's wrong?

 

BRAD

Don't make me deal with this

fucknut, okay?

 

JORDAN

Donnie? He's just high is all.

 

BRAD

I dunno if he's stupid or a junkie

but he's a loose fuckin' cannon.

I don't trust him and I don't want

him around me.

 

JORDAN

Jesus. I thought he was your best

customer.

 

BRAD

I only sell to him cuz he's your

friend.

 

JORDAN

Can you just do one trip for him?

 

Brad stews. It's asking a lot.

 

BRAD

I'll meet him but I won't pick up.

I have a limit of how much of that

douchebag I can take.

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DONNIE

I can hear you, motherfucker!

 

Donnie emerges from where he's been eavesdropping.

 

DONNIE (CONT'D)

I'm a douchebag?!! Well, whose

fucking idea was it made us all

this money?!! Who fucking knew

Steve Madden?!! This douchebag!!

So go fuck yourself a little!

 

Brad slaps Donnie so hard across the face he goes down.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

The next day, Aunt Emma flew to

Geneva, two million in cash in her

carry-on.

 

A SCENES 159A - B OMITTED 159A

 

 

160 INT. GENEVA AIRPORT - DAY (SUMMER `95) 160

 

Wheeling a small carry-on suitcase, Aunt Emma smiles at a

CUSTOMS AGENT, who waves her through.

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

Which in the big picture was a

drop in the Swiss bucket --

 

TIME CUT:

 

160aA On another day, Chantalle and her family (PARENTS, 160aA

BROTHER, his WIFE) pass through Customs, "on vacation."

 

JORDAN (V.O.)

-- because the following month,

over the course of six round-

trips, Chantalle and her family

smuggled in over twenty million

without even a hiccup.

 

 

A INT. BANQUE REAL DE GENEVE - PRIVATE ROOM - DAY 160A

(SUMMER `95)

 

With a cash-filled suitcase on the table, Chantalle

remembers a last fold of cash hidden inside her skirt's

lining. She laughs with Saurel.

 

SCENES 161 - 170C OMITTED 161

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D EXT. STRIP MALL - PARKING LOT - LONG ISLAND - DAY 170D

(LATE SUMMER `95)

 

Brad waits by his Range Rover as Donnie's Rolls careens

into the lot. He emerges, briefcase in hand.

 

DONNIE

Fu Manchu! Kung fu!

 

Donnie starts doing spastic karate moves. Is he high?

Sure looks like it. Brad looks pissed, and Donnie starts

laughing. Actually he's dead sober.

 

DONNIE (CONT'D)

I'm just fucking with you, man.

Jesus, the look on your face.

(Brad isn't laughing)

Hey, sorry if I got outta line the

other day, I was just, that was

the drugs talking...

 

BRAD

S'cool, just... gimme the case.

 

DONNIE

(he doesn't)

You know, I always kinda regretted

you didn't come to work with us at

Stratton. It'd be so cool having

you around, man.

 

BRAD

(growing impatient)

Yeah, well...

 

DONNIE

You'd be one of us, we'd go out-

partying together, you wouldn't

have to dress like a mall rat

guinea prison bitch all the time.

 

Donnie grins, obviously still smarting from Brad's slap.

Brad just wants to take the money and be done.

 

BRAD

Give me the money.

 

A DISTANCE AWAY, a COP in a patrol car notices Brad

gesturing to Donnie for his briefcase. He nudges his

partner: check this out.

 

DONNIE

Can I come over and help tape this

to your wife? "Eez so focking

steeky! Take eet off, Bra-hod!"

 

Brad composes himself, lest he kill the guy.

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BRAD

I'm gonna give you a pass.

 

DONNIE

You're what?

 

BRAD

I'm gonna give you a pass.

 

DONNIE

You're gonna give me a pass?

 

BRAD

Yes. Just gimme the money.

 

DONNIE

You're gonna give me a pass?

Okay...

(offers the case)

Why don't you stick your pass up

your Slavic cunt's pussy.

 

That does it. Brad attacks. Donnie throws the case at

him, which opens on impact, money spilling out. Brad

instinctively tries to contain it... and that's when the

POLICE SIRENS start. Here comes the patrol car.

 

BRAD

Shit!

 

Donnie bolts. With no time to get to his car, Brad takes

off on foot, bleeding briefcase in hand, toward a video

store where he stashes his.38 in the return box.

 

POLICE

Freeze! Don't move!

 

Brad drops to his knees, briefcase at his feet. From a

distance, Donnie peers around a corner to watch him get

arrested, knowing he fucked this up.