[Cut to back yard of house. Colino and Bright Eyes stand outside house, facing gray metal box about eye level.]
BRIGHT EYES: And you trust the code Walnuts gave you?
COLINO [smirking]: You hear any alarms?
BRIGHT EYES [snarling]: So of course I get the dangerous part.
COLINO [with plaintive look in eyes]: I need you to make me feel safe.
[Bright Eyes rolls eyes, pulls tools from pocket, picks lock on box, opens box, manipulates contents. Lights go out.]
COLINO [smirking]: Silencers make you such a chick magnet.
BRIGHT EYES: Shut up. Besides, you sure we need 'em for this?
COLINO: Chill, man. We're just gonna shoot a few holes in family heirlooms and jet before they get back. [Smirks.] They'll have movers from Montclair here by morning.
BRIGHT EYES: Got it. [Holds out fist. He and Colino bump knuckles.]
[Colino and Bright Eyes walk into house, prowl through darkened rooms, then separate. Cut to shot of Bright Eyes in undefined room. Startled by sound of motion, he pivots and fires several times with silencer on, then fumbles for light switch.]
BRIGHT EYES [grinning]: Take that, city pu- … [Face falls.] Oh my …
[Cut to exterior of darkened house.]
BRIGHT EYES [shouting from inside house]: Nooooooo!!!
[Cut to Doc's office, at night. Bright Eyes sits in chair facing Doc's desk, looking down, as Doc paces around office.]
DOC: So then you drove him to Bucks Rock and dumped him in the lake.
BRIGHT EYES: Well, nobody's there at that time of night! I-I weighed him down with rocks. A-and I hooked his fingers through the gun so it'd look like-
DOC: Yeah, like that's gonna fool anyone. Even if the cops buy it, you know Artucci won't. "Bottles" may be blotto every night, but he's not-
BRIGHT EYES: Stupid like me.
DOC [sighing]: Look, I won't make this worse. But you can't expect me to be pleased. You went to scare off "Fingers" and instead … anyway. We gotta get you outta here. … Let me think …
BRIGHT EYES [looking up nervously]: Out of town?
DOC: Try out of the country. … Wait a minute … I need to put some cash in that bank on Grand Cayman and launder it. [Turns to face Bright Eyes.] You could go there and … stay. One-way trip. Sun, beaches -
BRIGHT EYES: Won't that make the feds-
DOC: Oh, for God's sake! You buy a round-trip ticket and just don't show for the return flight. By the time the friggin' Brits notice, you can buy two fake identities before they even call the nearest embassy.
BRIGHT EYES: What about … what about Mom?
DOC: Just pack. I'll talk to her.
[Cut to front hallway of Brunelli house. Eframo faces "Fingers" with coat on, hands in pockets, and closed door in background.]
FINGERS [hanging coat on coat tree]: We got a shipment of CDs coming in from China tomorrow. I want you get right on it first thing-
[Ear-piercing, high-pitched scream interrupts Andy, who turns to face toward center of house, as does Eframo.]
DELIA [wide-eyed, running into front hall]: There's blood stains! On the floor!
FINGERS: Any noises from upstairs?
DELIA: No. What are we going to-
FINGERS: Call 911. And tell 'em we don't know if anyone's here. That way they'll come faster. [Delia runs to phone.]
EFRAMO: Oh, that's brilliant. You are so friggin' clueless.
FINGERS: Excuse me?
EFRAMO: Who do you think's mayor of this stinkhole? Doc's wife! Their daughter told me when she was getting all flirty over lunch. I'm surprised their idiot son's not police chief. Probably will be in a few years.
FINGERS: Well, what do you expect me to do, Eframo?
EFRAMO: You said we'd be safer here. Bullshit! We were safer back home. We never had a broken window back there, let alone this. And there we could blend in. Be anonymous. Here we're like … the new pandas at the zoo or … or the gay penguin couple at the aquarium! [Lunges and opens door before Andy can stop him.]
FINGERS: Where the hell do you think you're-
EFRAMO: Anywhere but here! [Slams door on way out.]