THE CREW:
The entire group has completely reassembled, Fidelio, Fido, Agostino, Sal, Samantha, Trent, 8-ball, and Tony are all in the same room, most of them are doing the kinds of things you do when you've just finished a big job. Most of them are much too tired to celebrate. Sal and Fido, are asleep and 8-ball plays cards with Trent and Fidelio. Agostino, Sam, Tony, and the S.W.A.T. officer watch T.V.
Fidelio glares at Tony.
"What do you want?"
"You're actin' like Mr.SWAT over here is your best friend." 8-ball and Trent look at each other, they know Fidelio's stirring up some shit.
"Yeah so? He's cool... Don't worry about it, if the cops were any kind of a problem then I'd already be in prison somewhere, come on after all these years, how am I going to get caught?"
Fidelio gets up from his seat, his arms outstretched, raising his eyebrows, "Makin' a stupid mistake like THIS! He's a witness! He ain't just a witness, he's a COP witness."
"Hey calm your fuckin' ass down, I got this one covered Fidelio, trust me."
Fidelio pulls his gun from his suit-jacket, "If you don't kill the motherfucker right now! I will!"
Agostino leans over the couch, "Hey Tony? I hate to admit it but, normally I'd agree with him, problem is, I got a little girl here and she's been through a lot of shit, and the last thing she needs is you blastin' away a cop because he's a 'witness'."
"FUCK YOU! He IS a witness!" Fidelio says screaming at Agostino.
Tony puts his hand up, trying to calm Fidelio down, "Don't worry about it I took care of it... Remember the guys I was tellin' you about in the LCPD, the ones that 'carry information' this is Marvin, that's what he does. He's gotten a lot of my boys out of some pretty deep shit with the cops, including Fido, if you brought him down here, I'm sure he'd recognize my friend Marvin."
Fidelio looks at everybody in the room then back at the cop, "Oh and Trent and 8-ball just happened to take HIM hostage, that's fuckin' bullshit!"
"Hey man..." Tony says smiling, "Half the guys in the LCPD work for me, why do you think it was so easy to get Fido out of Jail? You think those choppers, and cars, and vans just stopped comin' for no reason. You think that just because you're wearing a black suit and tie, that only people with black suits and ties were blowin' cops away?! Goddamn man, all these years I thought you were smartin' than that."
Fidelio puts his gun down, there is a look of sheer relief and extreme clarity that passes his face, "You're serious!" He looks around the room at everyone staring at him. "Everyone knew all of this shit, and no one told me?"
"Me and 8-ball didn't know." Trent says honestly to Fidelio.
"Well I just figured you guys did," Tony says, "after all this time, I would have thought it'd been obvious."
8-ball laughs, "You mean you knew who this guy was when Trent dropped him in here?"
"Well... no." Tony says, "Not right away, I didn't get a good look at his face the first time, but after you guys left, I recognized him, sure."
Everyone in the room seems absolutely amazed. Fidelio puts his gun back in his jacket, but he's still not done with business.
"What's he going to tell the ones that don't work for you? That he got lost trying to find his zipper while he was takin' a piss? Like five-hundred witnesses saw him take off in a S.W.A.T. truck, takin' hostage, by those guys," He says pointing to Trent and 8-ball. "he'll roll over on us if they find out he's lying."
"Hey, come on, he's getting a sweet deal out of this, don't worry about it. He's going to tell them that a black guy and a white guy working for the Red Jacks tied him up and kept him in a basement, they kept him blindfolded but he got glimpses of their faces."
"And?"
"What the fuck do you think? He gives them false faces, they'll never catch us at this point, they're too deep in shit now to worry about him."
"Tony.................." Fidelio takes a huge breathe, "You're sure this is gonna' work."
"On my mother, Fidelio, you got my fuckin' word."
Fidelio shakes Tony's hand, then he sits down in his chair looking at his cards, he pulls his head away for a second looking at the officer, "Hey Marvin?"
"Yeah?"
"You want in?"
Marvin smiles, he looks at Tony, then at Fidelio "Sure man," he gets up on his good leg, limping to the poker table in the dining room. "I'm havin' REAL good luck today man... REAL good luck!"
Trent puts his cards down on the table, "Fold..."
8-ball laughs, "What the fuck you talkin' about 'fold'? You got a royal straight flush."
Trent ignores 8-ball walking into the living room, he stands in front of the coffee table, looking at Agostino and Sam. Sam is under Agostino's left arm, her arms wrapped around his right shoulder. Trent doesn't seem upset nore happy, his reaction is almost inconceivable, blank faced.
"Agostino," he smacks Agostino's leg, he wakes up groggily, "get up stairs."
"What?... What time is it?"
"It's like four o'clock in the morning, now get upstairs." Trent sounds like a father talking to his son.
Agostino doesn't argue in the least, he gets up and immediately heads upstairs. As he leaves, Sam wakes up and quietly says goodbye.
Trent sits down on the couch, trying to get his daughter to stay awake, "Hey..."
"Hmm?"
"Hey... Come on wake up, I want to talk to you."
"'Bout what?"
"Agostino and Sal...... What do you think of those guys?"
"They're cool dad. Can I go to sleep now? I'm really tired."
"I understand that," he says, "but not yet. What do you think of Agostino?" he catches a glimpse of recognition in Samantha's eyes, she knows what he's talking about.
"I told you..." she says, "he's cool."
"Yeah, I got that part... uh, - any - any- anything else?" he clears his throat, "about - (you know) - him?"
"No." She says in a very serious tone, "Now can I go to bed?"
"Yeah sure..." as she's walking up the stairs he adds, "I want to talk about this later."
Trent heads up the steps after she's gone, 8-ball stops him, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, where the fuck do you think you're goin brother?"
"Bed. I'm tired remember?"
"Okay, but two things -"
"What?"
"The first thing is, even after winning the last game I'd say you owe me at least eight-hundred bucks. The second thing is you sleep DOWNstairs, and I get the queen-sized."
"Who the fuck decided that!?"
"Me."
They stare at each other for a moment, then they burst out laughing, "Come on man?" 8-ball says, "Let me sleep on that bed for just one night and you can crash on the couch."
"Why not in your bed downstairs?"
"That's where Marvin's sleepin'."
"FUCK! Fine, you can sleep there tonight but that is it man!"
"Cool. - Hey!"
"What now?"
"I'll play you for it." 8-ball says holding up his lucky deck of cards, whoever wins gets the queen-sized bed for life."
Trent has to think hard, "Fine," he says "but I really got to stop fuckin' gambling."
The entire group has completely reassembled, Fidelio, Fido, Agostino, Sal, Samantha, Trent, 8-ball, and Tony are all in the same room, most of them are doing the kinds of things you do when you've just finished a big job. Most of them are much too tired to celebrate. Sal and Fido, are asleep and 8-ball plays cards with Trent and Fidelio. Agostino, Sam, Tony, and the S.W.A.T. officer watch T.V.
Fidelio glares at Tony.
"What do you want?"
"You're actin' like Mr.SWAT over here is your best friend." 8-ball and Trent look at each other, they know Fidelio's stirring up some shit.
"Yeah so? He's cool... Don't worry about it, if the cops were any kind of a problem then I'd already be in prison somewhere, come on after all these years, how am I going to get caught?"
Fidelio gets up from his seat, his arms outstretched, raising his eyebrows, "Makin' a stupid mistake like THIS! He's a witness! He ain't just a witness, he's a COP witness."
"Hey calm your fuckin' ass down, I got this one covered Fidelio, trust me."
Fidelio pulls his gun from his suit-jacket, "If you don't kill the motherfucker right now! I will!"
Agostino leans over the couch, "Hey Tony? I hate to admit it but, normally I'd agree with him, problem is, I got a little girl here and she's been through a lot of shit, and the last thing she needs is you blastin' away a cop because he's a 'witness'."
"FUCK YOU! He IS a witness!" Fidelio says screaming at Agostino.
Tony puts his hand up, trying to calm Fidelio down, "Don't worry about it I took care of it... Remember the guys I was tellin' you about in the LCPD, the ones that 'carry information' this is Marvin, that's what he does. He's gotten a lot of my boys out of some pretty deep shit with the cops, including Fido, if you brought him down here, I'm sure he'd recognize my friend Marvin."
Fidelio looks at everybody in the room then back at the cop, "Oh and Trent and 8-ball just happened to take HIM hostage, that's fuckin' bullshit!"
"Hey man..." Tony says smiling, "Half the guys in the LCPD work for me, why do you think it was so easy to get Fido out of Jail? You think those choppers, and cars, and vans just stopped comin' for no reason. You think that just because you're wearing a black suit and tie, that only people with black suits and ties were blowin' cops away?! Goddamn man, all these years I thought you were smartin' than that."
Fidelio puts his gun down, there is a look of sheer relief and extreme clarity that passes his face, "You're serious!" He looks around the room at everyone staring at him. "Everyone knew all of this shit, and no one told me?"
"Me and 8-ball didn't know." Trent says honestly to Fidelio.
"Well I just figured you guys did," Tony says, "after all this time, I would have thought it'd been obvious."
8-ball laughs, "You mean you knew who this guy was when Trent dropped him in here?"
"Well... no." Tony says, "Not right away, I didn't get a good look at his face the first time, but after you guys left, I recognized him, sure."
Everyone in the room seems absolutely amazed. Fidelio puts his gun back in his jacket, but he's still not done with business.
"What's he going to tell the ones that don't work for you? That he got lost trying to find his zipper while he was takin' a piss? Like five-hundred witnesses saw him take off in a S.W.A.T. truck, takin' hostage, by those guys," He says pointing to Trent and 8-ball. "he'll roll over on us if they find out he's lying."
"Hey, come on, he's getting a sweet deal out of this, don't worry about it. He's going to tell them that a black guy and a white guy working for the Red Jacks tied him up and kept him in a basement, they kept him blindfolded but he got glimpses of their faces."
"And?"
"What the fuck do you think? He gives them false faces, they'll never catch us at this point, they're too deep in shit now to worry about him."
"Tony.................." Fidelio takes a huge breathe, "You're sure this is gonna' work."
"On my mother, Fidelio, you got my fuckin' word."
Fidelio shakes Tony's hand, then he sits down in his chair looking at his cards, he pulls his head away for a second looking at the officer, "Hey Marvin?"
"Yeah?"
"You want in?"
Marvin smiles, he looks at Tony, then at Fidelio "Sure man," he gets up on his good leg, limping to the poker table in the dining room. "I'm havin' REAL good luck today man... REAL good luck!"
Trent puts his cards down on the table, "Fold..."
8-ball laughs, "What the fuck you talkin' about 'fold'? You got a royal straight flush."
Trent ignores 8-ball walking into the living room, he stands in front of the coffee table, looking at Agostino and Sam. Sam is under Agostino's left arm, her arms wrapped around his right shoulder. Trent doesn't seem upset nore happy, his reaction is almost inconceivable, blank faced.
"Agostino," he smacks Agostino's leg, he wakes up groggily, "get up stairs."
"What?... What time is it?"
"It's like four o'clock in the morning, now get upstairs." Trent sounds like a father talking to his son.
Agostino doesn't argue in the least, he gets up and immediately heads upstairs. As he leaves, Sam wakes up and quietly says goodbye.
Trent sits down on the couch, trying to get his daughter to stay awake, "Hey..."
"Hmm?"
"Hey... Come on wake up, I want to talk to you."
"'Bout what?"
"Agostino and Sal...... What do you think of those guys?"
"They're cool dad. Can I go to sleep now? I'm really tired."
"I understand that," he says, "but not yet. What do you think of Agostino?" he catches a glimpse of recognition in Samantha's eyes, she knows what he's talking about.
"I told you..." she says, "he's cool."
"Yeah, I got that part... uh, - any - any- anything else?" he clears his throat, "about - (you know) - him?"
"No." She says in a very serious tone, "Now can I go to bed?"
"Yeah sure..." as she's walking up the stairs he adds, "I want to talk about this later."
Trent heads up the steps after she's gone, 8-ball stops him, "Whoa, whoa, whoa, where the fuck do you think you're goin brother?"
"Bed. I'm tired remember?"
"Okay, but two things -"
"What?"
"The first thing is, even after winning the last game I'd say you owe me at least eight-hundred bucks. The second thing is you sleep DOWNstairs, and I get the queen-sized."
"Who the fuck decided that!?"
"Me."
They stare at each other for a moment, then they burst out laughing, "Come on man?" 8-ball says, "Let me sleep on that bed for just one night and you can crash on the couch."
"Why not in your bed downstairs?"
"That's where Marvin's sleepin'."
"FUCK! Fine, you can sleep there tonight but that is it man!"
"Cool. - Hey!"
"What now?"
"I'll play you for it." 8-ball says holding up his lucky deck of cards, whoever wins gets the queen-sized bed for life."
Trent has to think hard, "Fine," he says "but I really got to stop fuckin' gambling."