FAST & FURIOUS 7 CREDITS COME TO A HALT AFTER ONE MINUTE..
WE OPEN TO A SHOT OF A SLICK CAR APPROACHING THE CAMERA AND COMING TO A STOP..
NIGHTTIME. MIAMI, FL.
ROMAN PEARCE & HIS FEMALE PASSENGER EMERGE FROM THE CAR, AND AS THE CAMERA PANS UP WE SEE A BIG WHITE VILLA (WATERFRONT) IN THE NEAR DISTANCE
PASSENGER: (CAMERA STILL PANNING UPWARDS AS WE ONLY HEAR THEIR VOICES) *THIS* IS YOUR PLACE?!
ROME: WHAT CAN I SAY- I DIDN'T WANT IT TO GO TO WASTE, HAHA! (CLOSES DOOR)
WE CUT TO A SHOT OF THEM SLOWLY WALKING TOWARDS THE ENTRANCE (SIDE ANGLE)
MONICA FUENTES: I GUESS I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU, COWBOY.
ROME: IT'S ALL GOOD, GIRL. BESIDES, YOU A'IGHT TOO! (THEY SHARE A SMILE)
(CUT TO A WIDE SHOT FROM BEHIND AS THEY ENTER THE VILLA)
ROME: (PAUSES AS HE NOTICES SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT WITH THE DOOR LOCK) WHAT THE-
MONICA: WHAT IS IT, WHAT'S WRONG?
ROME: AH, IT'S PRO'LY NOTHIN,' JUST FELT LIKE TOO MUCH ROOM 'ROUND THE KEY
MONICA LOOKS WORRIED BUT QUICKLY BRUSHES IT OFF AS SHE SHRUGS HER SHOULDERS
THEY ENTER THE VILLA, AND AS MONICA LOOKS AROUND IN AMAZEMENT (LARGE/TALL ENTRANCE W/ STAIRCASE TOWARDS THE BACK)- ROMAN GROWS NERVOUS AS HE SLOWLY CLOSES THE DOOR..
MONICA: OH MY GOSH, THIS PLACE IS *HUGE*(!)
ROME: (GLANCING AROUND, L/R - UP/DOWN) YEAH, I'S A'IGHT..
MONICA: JUST *ALRIGHT*(?) ROME- THIS PLACE IS INCREDIBLE! HOW 'BOUT A GRAND TOUR, RICHIE RICH? (TAKES NOTICE OF ROMAN'S EXPRESSION) HEY- WHAT IS IT?
ROMAN: THE LIGHTS ARE ON.. I TOLD SOFIA TO TAKE THE WEEK OFF..
MONICA: WHO'S SHE?
ROMAN: MY MAID.
MONICA: (EYEBROWS RAISED) A *MAID*(?) I'M EVEN MORE IMPRESSED! BUT DON'T WORRY, I'M SURE EVERYTHING'S FINE. MAYBE SHE JUST LEFT THE LIGHTS ON BY MISTAKE?
ROME: (BRUSHING IT OFF) YEAH- YOU PRO'LY RIGHT. (THEY START WALKING TOWARDS THE STAIRCASE)
MONICA: (WALKING SLOWLY UP STAIRCASE) I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU LETTING ME STAY HERE FOR A WHILE. *SO* GLAD TO FINALLY HAVE A BREAK FROM THE D.C. LIFE!
ROME: (WALKING UP BEHIND HER) NO WORRIES, GIRL. INFACT- YOU COULD STAY HERE AS LONG AS YOU'D LIKE, I'M *RARELY* HERE! WHAT BRINGS YOU BACK, ANYWAYS?
MONICA: JUST VISITING SOME FAMILY & FRIENDS.
ROMAN: THEY WOULDN'T LET YOU STAY WITH THEM?!
MONICA: 7 PEOPLE IN MY FAMILY, AND *1* BATHROOM. YOU DO THE MATH! AND AS MUCH AS I *LIKE* MY FRIENDS- I DON'T TRUST 'EM.
ROMAN: (COMES TO A STOP AS HE GROWS CONFUSED) SO- WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME?
MONICA: (STILL WALKING, GLANCES BACK) GUESS THAT MAKES YOU.. (SHRUGS SHOULDER) NEUTRAL! (SMILES AS ROMAN SHAKES HIS HEAD)
AS THEY REACH THE TOP, MONICA LOOKS DOWN ONE OF THE HALLWAYS THEN AROUND THE REST OF THE UPSTAIRS
MONICA: (SHOCKED) HOW MANY ROOMS ARE THERE?!
ROMAN: (REACHES TOP, LEANS ON RAILING AS HE LOOKS AROUND) TO BE HONEST, I LOST COUNT! I THINK THE BROCHURE SAID- 10 BEDROOMS, 35 BATHROOMS- SOME'IN LIKE THAT.
MONICA: (LAUGHS) NICE. SO- WHICH ROOM'S MINE?!
ROMAN: (NODS TO THE HALLWAY TO THEIR LEFT) SEE THAT?
MONICA: YEAH..
ROME: ALL YOURS.
MONICA: (CONFUSED) WHICH ONE?
ROMAN: (LEAPS UP & CLAPS ONCE) *ALL OF 'EM, BABY GIRL! HAHA*
ROMAN STANDS IN FRONT OF THE HALLWAY, HANDS RAISED (SHOULDER LENGTH)
MONICA: *SERIOUSLY?!*
ROMAN: (SLOWLY BACKING UP) YOU COULD SLEEP IN A DIFFERENT ROOM EVERY NIGHT!
MONICA: WHAT ABOUT *THAT* ONE (NODS TO BACK) WHO'S ROOM IS THAT?
ROMAN (HANDS IN POCKETS) WALKS TOWARDS THE ROOM
ROME: OH, *THAT*(?) THA'S *MY* BABY! SORRY BABY GIRL BUT THE *PEARCE LOUNGE* IS OFF LIMITS! (BIG SMILE)
MONICA: (CHIPPER) NICE. ANYWAYS, I'M GONNA GET MY BAGS FROM THE TRUNK, BE RIGHT BACK.
ROME: A'IGHT. (SHE WALKS DOWNSTAIRS AS HE TURNS AND ENTERS HIS ROOM)
AS ROMAN ENTERS HIS MASSIVE-SIZED ROOM AND CLOSES THE DOOR, HE TURNS AND SPOTS THREE SILHOUETTES IN THE DISTANCE. ONE IS SITTING IN A CHAIR, THE OTHER TWO (BULKY) STANDING WITH THEIR ARMS CROSSED
ROMAN STANDS IN SHOCK FOR A MOMENT- UNSURE OF WHETHER TO APPROACH THEM OR ATTEMPT AN ESCAPE..
SUDDENLY, THE FIGURE SITTING IN THE CHAIR LIGHTS A CIGAR (ALREADY IN MOUTH) AND TAKES A HIT
FIGURE: SIT DOWN.
ROMAN SLOWLY MAKES HIS WAY TO THE EDGE OF THE BED, GUIDED BY THE DIM MOONLIGHT PROVIDED BY THE WINDOW BEHIND THEM, AND SITS DOWN..
FIGURE: THIS IS QUITE A PLACE YOU GOT HERE, ROME. I'M GUESSIN' YOUR POCKETS AIN'T EMPTY THESE DAYS, AM I RIGHT?
ROMAN: WHAT DO YOU WANT- MONEY, JEWE'RY.. (NODS) MORE CIGARS?
FIGURE: (CROSSES LEGS) DO WE *LOOK* LIKE COMMON THIEVES, ROMAN? WOULD A *ROBBER* SIT & WAIT FOR YOU TO COME HOME, AND RISK GETTING CAUGHT? (FIGURE SLOWLY RISES FROM CHAIR AND APPROACHES ROME)
ROMAN: LOOK- I DON' KNOW WHA'S GOIN' ON- BUT YA'LL JUS' BETTER LEAVE. I AIN'T LOOKIN' FOR TROUBLE..
AS THE FIGURE MAKES THEIR WAY TOWARDS ROMAN- ONE OF THE OTHER FIGURES IN THE BACK SWITCHES ON THE LIGHT- AND THE ALL TOO-FAMILIAR FACE DELIVERS A BIG SMILE AS THEY HOLD THE CIGAR DOWN TO THEIR SIDE
CARTER VERONE: NO- BUT TROUBLE.. *FOUND* YOU. (SMILES BIG AGAIN)
ROMAN: (SHOCKED) OH, SH*T..
CARTER: I WAS HOPIN' TO MAKE A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE. (LOOKS AROUND) THIS IS A REALLY NICE PLACE YOU GOT HERE, ROME. I MEAN IT- YOU GOT GOOD TASTE. REMINDS ME OF MY PLACE.
ROMAN, NERVOUS- SITS STILL
CARTER: YOU *DO* REMEMBER ME, DON'T CHA? (POINTS CIGAR HAND AT HIM) YOU & YOUR OLD PAL GOT ME LOCKED UP FOR LIFE. (GROWS SERIOUS)
ROMAN: (SNUB) LIFE- HUH? THEN WHATCHU DOIN' OUT ALREADY? OUT EARLY FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR OR WHAT?
CARTER: (CIRCLING ROOM) SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT. LET'S JUST SAY THAT THE MORE NUMBERS YOU HAVE IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT- THE LESS OF THEM YOU HAVE TO SERVE IN PRISON. (SLIGHT SMILE)
ROME: REALLY.. I FIGURE THEY'D A SEIZED ALL THAT SH*T ONCE YOU GOT BUSTED.
CARTER: (TURNS TO ROMAN, SMILING) IT'S A *BIT* MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT. (GROWS SERIOUS AS HE STOPS AND STANDS IN FRONT OF ROME, AND HIS TWO BODYGUARDS SLOWLY APPROACH AND STAND BEHIND HIM)
ROME: (INCHING BACK) LOOK MAN- I- (INTERUPPTED BY VERONE)
CARTER: LISTEN, YOU PIECE A SH*T- LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS. (POINTS CIGAR HAND AT HIM) NOW- WHERE'S YOUR PAL, O'CONNER? (RAISES EYEBROWS)
ROME: WHATCHU WANT WITH HIM?
CARTER: (ANGRY SMILE) I JUST WANNA SEND HIM A POSTCARD! (FLICKS CIGAR ASHES AT HIM) *WHAT DO YOU THINK?* (POINTS, EYEBROWS RAISED) YOU TWO- ARE GONNA *PAY* FOR WHAT YOU DID.
ROME: I DON' KNOW WHERE HE IS, MAN. WE LOST TOUCH YEARS AGO.
CARTER (DISAPPOINTED/ANGRY) SIGNALS TO ONE OF THE BODYGUARDS TO ATTACK ROMAN, HE PROCEEDS TO PICK HIM UP- PUNCHES HIM IN THE GUT THEN THROWS HIM ON THE GROUND
CARTER: (FURIOUS) *YOU THINK I'M PLAYIN' GAMES, PEARCE?! YOU DON'T THINK I HEARD ABOUT ALL THE JOBS YOU PULLED OFF?!* (GLANCES AT BODYGUARD) STAND HIM UP.
AS THE GUARD PROCEEDS TO PICK HIM UP- ROMAN GRABS HIS ARM AND PULLS HIM TO THE GROUND. THE OTHER GUARD RUSHES TOWARDS HIM AS HE (ROMAN) EXCLAIMS (OH SH*T!) AND BULL-RUSHES ROME AGAINST THE WALL, THEN DELIVERS SEVERAL BRUTAL HITS TO HIS FACE & MIDSECTION
CARTER: (SNARK SMILE AS HE WALKS SIDE TO SIDE) DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO PUT UP A FIGHT, ROME. AFTER ALL- YOU'RE NO DOMINIC TORETTO!
CARTER SIGNALS TO HIS GUARDS TO SIT HIM DOWN BACK ON THE EDGE OF THE BED- THEN, WE HEAR THE DOWNSTAIRS ENTRY DOOR CLOSE
ROME LOOKS OVER IN PANIC..
CARTER: AND WHO MIGHT THAT BE? MY GUY SAID YOU LIVE HERE ALONE..?
WE HEAR MONICA SPEAKING AS SHE MAKES HER WAY UP THE STAIRS. ONE OF THE GUARDS PULLS A HANDGUN ON ROME- WARNING HIM *NOT* TO MAKE A SOUND..
MONICA: SORRY 'BOUT THE WAIT, ROME- I WAS JUST ON THE PHONE WITH MY MOTHER. ALL DONE- (SHE OPENS THE DOOR) -UNLOADING. WANNA GIVE ME A HA- (SPOTS CARTER) OH SH*T. (SHE QUICKLY TURNS AND EXITS)
CARTER: (SNAPS FINGERS TO ONE OF THE BODYGUARDS, WHO QUICKLY RETRIEVES HER) OH NO YOU DON'T. (NODS TOWARDS BED) PUT HER ON THE BED.
THE GUARD SITS HER DOWN NEXT TO ROMAN
CARTER: (SMILING) WELL WELL- ISN'T THIS A NICE SURPRISE? (CIRCLING AROUND SLOWLY IN FRONT OF BED) KIND OF A.. FAMILY REUNION OF SORTS?
MONICA: WHAT DO YOU WANT, CARTER?
CARTER APPROACHES HER AND SLOWLY RUBS THE BACK OF HIS HAND ON HER CHEEK AS SHE TRIES TO PULL AWAY
CARTER: (SLIGHT SMILE AS HE CONTINUES) SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE, DO THEY. YOU CUSTOMS AGENTS CAN BE QUITE PREDICTABLE SOMETIMES.
MONICA: I'M A D.S.S ASSISTANT NOW, CARTER..
CARTER: (RAISES EYEBROWS) IS THAT SO? WELL, YOU'RE FUNERAL IS GONNA HAVE AN EVEN *LARGER* TURNOUT! (PAUSES AS HE QUICKLY TURNS SERIOUS, GLANCES AT ROMAN & MONICA)
CARTER LEANS IN..
CARTER: NOW- WHERE IS O'CONNER, HMM? FOR SOME REASON- I'M HAVING A *HELL* OF A TIME TRACKING HIM DOWN. (ROMAN LOOKS AS IF HE KNOWS SOMETHING.. REMAINS QUIET) WHAT- DID HE CHANGE HIS NAME, ENTER INTO WITNESS PROTECTION- FALL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH OR WHAT?!
ROME: (SNUB LOOK) HE'S RETIRED. AND I AIN'T TELLIN' YOU SH*T.
CARTER: (RISES, TAKES HIT OF CIGAR) IS THAT SO? WELL THEN.. I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE.
MONICA: NO ONE'S GONNA NEGOTIATE WITH YOU, CARTER. YOU MIGHT AS WELL LET US GO..
CARTER TURNS AS HE LAUGHS, HANDS ON HIPS
CARTER: YOU KNOW- I KINDA FIGURED THAT. (GLANCES DOWN AT CIGAR IN BETWEEN HIS FINGERS) YOU KNOW SOMETHIN'- FOR A MINUTE- *JUST* A MINUTE.. I THOUGHT ABOUT TAKIN' THIS PLACE OFF YOUR HANDS, ROMAN. (LOOKS AROUND) I MEANT IT WHEN I SAID THAT YOU HAVE GOOD TASTE.
ROME & MONICA GLANCE AT EACHOTHER, WORRIED..
CARTER BEGINS TO TURN..
CARTER: BUT *THEN* I FIGURED- (HANDS RAISED TO MIDLEVEL) WHY NOT, JUST START OVER FROM SCRATCH?!
VERONE THEN TOSSES HIS CIGAR TO HIS RIGHT, AND THE WINDOW DRAPES IMMEDIATELY CATCH ON FIRE AS HE WATCHES IN DELIGHT. THE TWO GUARDS HOLD ROMAN & MONICA DOWN AS THEY TRY TO RETALIATE..
ROMAN: 'EY MAN- WHATCHU DOIN'?!
CARTER: (LAUGHING) JUST REDECORATING. (CLAPS AS THE FLAMES SPREAD)
VERONE TURNS HIS ATTENTION BACK TO THEM AS HE ONCE AGAIN LEANS IN, HANDS ON KNEES
CARTER: ROMAN.. (ROME IS FIXATED ON THE FIRE) *ROMAN!* (HE TURNS TO HIM, STRUGGLING) I.. WANT.. YOUR *ENTIRE* CREW. (POINTS) YOU GIVE THEM UP- AND I'LL CONSIDER LETTING *YOU* GO, WHAT DO YOU SAY?
MONICA SHAKES HER HEAD AT ROMAN
MONICA: DON'T DO IT..
CARTER: (POINTS AT HER) YOU SHUT UP. (TURNS BACK TO ROMAN) WELL, DO WE HAVE A DEAL OR WHAT?
ROMAN DOESN'T EVEN *CONSIDER* GIVING UP HIS TEAM. HE STARES AT VERONE WITH AN INTENSE, HATEFUL EXPRESSION AS HE SHAKES HIS HEAD FURIOUSLY..
ROMAN: (LEANS IN) GO.. FUCK.. YOURSELF, VERONE. NO DEAL. NO WAY.
A DISAPPOINTED CARTER TURNS BACK FOR A MOMENT AND WIPES HIS MOUTH, THEN HE REVEALS A HANDGUN FROM BEHIND HIS JACKET (TUCKED IN PANTS). AS HE TURNS- HE EXAMINES THE WEAPON..
CARTER: (SLIGHT SMILE) WELL THEN.. .. I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE FOR *YOU* TWO INSTEAD. (SMILE FADES)
WE SWITCH TO A FRONT/CLOSE-UP SHOT OF VERONE'S HEAD AS HE RAISES THE WEAPON- THEN.. THE *TO BE CONTINUED..* TITLE CARD BURSTS ONTO THE SCREEN, ACCOMPANIED WITH WHAT SOUNDS LIKE A GUNSHOT.
WE OPEN TO A SHOT OF A SLICK CAR APPROACHING THE CAMERA AND COMING TO A STOP..
NIGHTTIME. MIAMI, FL.
ROMAN PEARCE & HIS FEMALE PASSENGER EMERGE FROM THE CAR, AND AS THE CAMERA PANS UP WE SEE A BIG WHITE VILLA (WATERFRONT) IN THE NEAR DISTANCE
PASSENGER: (CAMERA STILL PANNING UPWARDS AS WE ONLY HEAR THEIR VOICES) *THIS* IS YOUR PLACE?!
ROME: WHAT CAN I SAY- I DIDN'T WANT IT TO GO TO WASTE, HAHA! (CLOSES DOOR)
WE CUT TO A SHOT OF THEM SLOWLY WALKING TOWARDS THE ENTRANCE (SIDE ANGLE)
MONICA FUENTES: I GUESS I WAS WRONG ABOUT YOU, COWBOY.
ROME: IT'S ALL GOOD, GIRL. BESIDES, YOU A'IGHT TOO! (THEY SHARE A SMILE)
(CUT TO A WIDE SHOT FROM BEHIND AS THEY ENTER THE VILLA)
ROME: (PAUSES AS HE NOTICES SOMETHING'S NOT RIGHT WITH THE DOOR LOCK) WHAT THE-
MONICA: WHAT IS IT, WHAT'S WRONG?
ROME: AH, IT'S PRO'LY NOTHIN,' JUST FELT LIKE TOO MUCH ROOM 'ROUND THE KEY
MONICA LOOKS WORRIED BUT QUICKLY BRUSHES IT OFF AS SHE SHRUGS HER SHOULDERS
THEY ENTER THE VILLA, AND AS MONICA LOOKS AROUND IN AMAZEMENT (LARGE/TALL ENTRANCE W/ STAIRCASE TOWARDS THE BACK)- ROMAN GROWS NERVOUS AS HE SLOWLY CLOSES THE DOOR..
MONICA: OH MY GOSH, THIS PLACE IS *HUGE*(!)
ROME: (GLANCING AROUND, L/R - UP/DOWN) YEAH, I'S A'IGHT..
MONICA: JUST *ALRIGHT*(?) ROME- THIS PLACE IS INCREDIBLE! HOW 'BOUT A GRAND TOUR, RICHIE RICH? (TAKES NOTICE OF ROMAN'S EXPRESSION) HEY- WHAT IS IT?
ROMAN: THE LIGHTS ARE ON.. I TOLD SOFIA TO TAKE THE WEEK OFF..
MONICA: WHO'S SHE?
ROMAN: MY MAID.
MONICA: (EYEBROWS RAISED) A *MAID*(?) I'M EVEN MORE IMPRESSED! BUT DON'T WORRY, I'M SURE EVERYTHING'S FINE. MAYBE SHE JUST LEFT THE LIGHTS ON BY MISTAKE?
ROME: (BRUSHING IT OFF) YEAH- YOU PRO'LY RIGHT. (THEY START WALKING TOWARDS THE STAIRCASE)
MONICA: (WALKING SLOWLY UP STAIRCASE) I REALLY APPRECIATE YOU LETTING ME STAY HERE FOR A WHILE. *SO* GLAD TO FINALLY HAVE A BREAK FROM THE D.C. LIFE!
ROME: (WALKING UP BEHIND HER) NO WORRIES, GIRL. INFACT- YOU COULD STAY HERE AS LONG AS YOU'D LIKE, I'M *RARELY* HERE! WHAT BRINGS YOU BACK, ANYWAYS?
MONICA: JUST VISITING SOME FAMILY & FRIENDS.
ROMAN: THEY WOULDN'T LET YOU STAY WITH THEM?!
MONICA: 7 PEOPLE IN MY FAMILY, AND *1* BATHROOM. YOU DO THE MATH! AND AS MUCH AS I *LIKE* MY FRIENDS- I DON'T TRUST 'EM.
ROMAN: (COMES TO A STOP AS HE GROWS CONFUSED) SO- WHAT DOES THAT MAKE ME?
MONICA: (STILL WALKING, GLANCES BACK) GUESS THAT MAKES YOU.. (SHRUGS SHOULDER) NEUTRAL! (SMILES AS ROMAN SHAKES HIS HEAD)
AS THEY REACH THE TOP, MONICA LOOKS DOWN ONE OF THE HALLWAYS THEN AROUND THE REST OF THE UPSTAIRS
MONICA: (SHOCKED) HOW MANY ROOMS ARE THERE?!
ROMAN: (REACHES TOP, LEANS ON RAILING AS HE LOOKS AROUND) TO BE HONEST, I LOST COUNT! I THINK THE BROCHURE SAID- 10 BEDROOMS, 35 BATHROOMS- SOME'IN LIKE THAT.
MONICA: (LAUGHS) NICE. SO- WHICH ROOM'S MINE?!
ROMAN: (NODS TO THE HALLWAY TO THEIR LEFT) SEE THAT?
MONICA: YEAH..
ROME: ALL YOURS.
MONICA: (CONFUSED) WHICH ONE?
ROMAN: (LEAPS UP & CLAPS ONCE) *ALL OF 'EM, BABY GIRL! HAHA*
ROMAN STANDS IN FRONT OF THE HALLWAY, HANDS RAISED (SHOULDER LENGTH)
MONICA: *SERIOUSLY?!*
ROMAN: (SLOWLY BACKING UP) YOU COULD SLEEP IN A DIFFERENT ROOM EVERY NIGHT!
MONICA: WHAT ABOUT *THAT* ONE (NODS TO BACK) WHO'S ROOM IS THAT?
ROMAN (HANDS IN POCKETS) WALKS TOWARDS THE ROOM
ROME: OH, *THAT*(?) THA'S *MY* BABY! SORRY BABY GIRL BUT THE *PEARCE LOUNGE* IS OFF LIMITS! (BIG SMILE)
MONICA: (CHIPPER) NICE. ANYWAYS, I'M GONNA GET MY BAGS FROM THE TRUNK, BE RIGHT BACK.
ROME: A'IGHT. (SHE WALKS DOWNSTAIRS AS HE TURNS AND ENTERS HIS ROOM)
AS ROMAN ENTERS HIS MASSIVE-SIZED ROOM AND CLOSES THE DOOR, HE TURNS AND SPOTS THREE SILHOUETTES IN THE DISTANCE. ONE IS SITTING IN A CHAIR, THE OTHER TWO (BULKY) STANDING WITH THEIR ARMS CROSSED
ROMAN STANDS IN SHOCK FOR A MOMENT- UNSURE OF WHETHER TO APPROACH THEM OR ATTEMPT AN ESCAPE..
SUDDENLY, THE FIGURE SITTING IN THE CHAIR LIGHTS A CIGAR (ALREADY IN MOUTH) AND TAKES A HIT
FIGURE: SIT DOWN.
ROMAN SLOWLY MAKES HIS WAY TO THE EDGE OF THE BED, GUIDED BY THE DIM MOONLIGHT PROVIDED BY THE WINDOW BEHIND THEM, AND SITS DOWN..
FIGURE: THIS IS QUITE A PLACE YOU GOT HERE, ROME. I'M GUESSIN' YOUR POCKETS AIN'T EMPTY THESE DAYS, AM I RIGHT?
ROMAN: WHAT DO YOU WANT- MONEY, JEWE'RY.. (NODS) MORE CIGARS?
FIGURE: (CROSSES LEGS) DO WE *LOOK* LIKE COMMON THIEVES, ROMAN? WOULD A *ROBBER* SIT & WAIT FOR YOU TO COME HOME, AND RISK GETTING CAUGHT? (FIGURE SLOWLY RISES FROM CHAIR AND APPROACHES ROME)
ROMAN: LOOK- I DON' KNOW WHA'S GOIN' ON- BUT YA'LL JUS' BETTER LEAVE. I AIN'T LOOKIN' FOR TROUBLE..
AS THE FIGURE MAKES THEIR WAY TOWARDS ROMAN- ONE OF THE OTHER FIGURES IN THE BACK SWITCHES ON THE LIGHT- AND THE ALL TOO-FAMILIAR FACE DELIVERS A BIG SMILE AS THEY HOLD THE CIGAR DOWN TO THEIR SIDE
CARTER VERONE: NO- BUT TROUBLE.. *FOUND* YOU. (SMILES BIG AGAIN)
ROMAN: (SHOCKED) OH, SH*T..
CARTER: I WAS HOPIN' TO MAKE A DRAMATIC ENTRANCE. (LOOKS AROUND) THIS IS A REALLY NICE PLACE YOU GOT HERE, ROME. I MEAN IT- YOU GOT GOOD TASTE. REMINDS ME OF MY PLACE.
ROMAN, NERVOUS- SITS STILL
CARTER: YOU *DO* REMEMBER ME, DON'T CHA? (POINTS CIGAR HAND AT HIM) YOU & YOUR OLD PAL GOT ME LOCKED UP FOR LIFE. (GROWS SERIOUS)
ROMAN: (SNUB) LIFE- HUH? THEN WHATCHU DOIN' OUT ALREADY? OUT EARLY FOR GOOD BEHAVIOR OR WHAT?
CARTER: (CIRCLING ROOM) SOMETHIN' LIKE THAT. LET'S JUST SAY THAT THE MORE NUMBERS YOU HAVE IN YOUR BANK ACCOUNT- THE LESS OF THEM YOU HAVE TO SERVE IN PRISON. (SLIGHT SMILE)
ROME: REALLY.. I FIGURE THEY'D A SEIZED ALL THAT SH*T ONCE YOU GOT BUSTED.
CARTER: (TURNS TO ROMAN, SMILING) IT'S A *BIT* MORE COMPLICATED THAN THAT. (GROWS SERIOUS AS HE STOPS AND STANDS IN FRONT OF ROME, AND HIS TWO BODYGUARDS SLOWLY APPROACH AND STAND BEHIND HIM)
ROME: (INCHING BACK) LOOK MAN- I- (INTERUPPTED BY VERONE)
CARTER: LISTEN, YOU PIECE A SH*T- LET'S GET DOWN TO BUSINESS. (POINTS CIGAR HAND AT HIM) NOW- WHERE'S YOUR PAL, O'CONNER? (RAISES EYEBROWS)
ROME: WHATCHU WANT WITH HIM?
CARTER: (ANGRY SMILE) I JUST WANNA SEND HIM A POSTCARD! (FLICKS CIGAR ASHES AT HIM) *WHAT DO YOU THINK?* (POINTS, EYEBROWS RAISED) YOU TWO- ARE GONNA *PAY* FOR WHAT YOU DID.
ROME: I DON' KNOW WHERE HE IS, MAN. WE LOST TOUCH YEARS AGO.
CARTER (DISAPPOINTED/ANGRY) SIGNALS TO ONE OF THE BODYGUARDS TO ATTACK ROMAN, HE PROCEEDS TO PICK HIM UP- PUNCHES HIM IN THE GUT THEN THROWS HIM ON THE GROUND
CARTER: (FURIOUS) *YOU THINK I'M PLAYIN' GAMES, PEARCE?! YOU DON'T THINK I HEARD ABOUT ALL THE JOBS YOU PULLED OFF?!* (GLANCES AT BODYGUARD) STAND HIM UP.
AS THE GUARD PROCEEDS TO PICK HIM UP- ROMAN GRABS HIS ARM AND PULLS HIM TO THE GROUND. THE OTHER GUARD RUSHES TOWARDS HIM AS HE (ROMAN) EXCLAIMS (OH SH*T!) AND BULL-RUSHES ROME AGAINST THE WALL, THEN DELIVERS SEVERAL BRUTAL HITS TO HIS FACE & MIDSECTION
CARTER: (SNARK SMILE AS HE WALKS SIDE TO SIDE) DON'T BOTHER TRYING TO PUT UP A FIGHT, ROME. AFTER ALL- YOU'RE NO DOMINIC TORETTO!
CARTER SIGNALS TO HIS GUARDS TO SIT HIM DOWN BACK ON THE EDGE OF THE BED- THEN, WE HEAR THE DOWNSTAIRS ENTRY DOOR CLOSE
ROME LOOKS OVER IN PANIC..
CARTER: AND WHO MIGHT THAT BE? MY GUY SAID YOU LIVE HERE ALONE..?
WE HEAR MONICA SPEAKING AS SHE MAKES HER WAY UP THE STAIRS. ONE OF THE GUARDS PULLS A HANDGUN ON ROME- WARNING HIM *NOT* TO MAKE A SOUND..
MONICA: SORRY 'BOUT THE WAIT, ROME- I WAS JUST ON THE PHONE WITH MY MOTHER. ALL DONE- (SHE OPENS THE DOOR) -UNLOADING. WANNA GIVE ME A HA- (SPOTS CARTER) OH SH*T. (SHE QUICKLY TURNS AND EXITS)
CARTER: (SNAPS FINGERS TO ONE OF THE BODYGUARDS, WHO QUICKLY RETRIEVES HER) OH NO YOU DON'T. (NODS TOWARDS BED) PUT HER ON THE BED.
THE GUARD SITS HER DOWN NEXT TO ROMAN
CARTER: (SMILING) WELL WELL- ISN'T THIS A NICE SURPRISE? (CIRCLING AROUND SLOWLY IN FRONT OF BED) KIND OF A.. FAMILY REUNION OF SORTS?
MONICA: WHAT DO YOU WANT, CARTER?
CARTER APPROACHES HER AND SLOWLY RUBS THE BACK OF HIS HAND ON HER CHEEK AS SHE TRIES TO PULL AWAY
CARTER: (SLIGHT SMILE AS HE CONTINUES) SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE, DO THEY. YOU CUSTOMS AGENTS CAN BE QUITE PREDICTABLE SOMETIMES.
MONICA: I'M A D.S.S ASSISTANT NOW, CARTER..
CARTER: (RAISES EYEBROWS) IS THAT SO? WELL, YOU'RE FUNERAL IS GONNA HAVE AN EVEN *LARGER* TURNOUT! (PAUSES AS HE QUICKLY TURNS SERIOUS, GLANCES AT ROMAN & MONICA)
CARTER LEANS IN..
CARTER: NOW- WHERE IS O'CONNER, HMM? FOR SOME REASON- I'M HAVING A *HELL* OF A TIME TRACKING HIM DOWN. (ROMAN LOOKS AS IF HE KNOWS SOMETHING.. REMAINS QUIET) WHAT- DID HE CHANGE HIS NAME, ENTER INTO WITNESS PROTECTION- FALL OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH OR WHAT?!
ROME: (SNUB LOOK) HE'S RETIRED. AND I AIN'T TELLIN' YOU SH*T.
CARTER: (RISES, TAKES HIT OF CIGAR) IS THAT SO? WELL THEN.. I GUESS WE'RE DONE HERE.
MONICA: NO ONE'S GONNA NEGOTIATE WITH YOU, CARTER. YOU MIGHT AS WELL LET US GO..
CARTER TURNS AS HE LAUGHS, HANDS ON HIPS
CARTER: YOU KNOW- I KINDA FIGURED THAT. (GLANCES DOWN AT CIGAR IN BETWEEN HIS FINGERS) YOU KNOW SOMETHIN'- FOR A MINUTE- *JUST* A MINUTE.. I THOUGHT ABOUT TAKIN' THIS PLACE OFF YOUR HANDS, ROMAN. (LOOKS AROUND) I MEANT IT WHEN I SAID THAT YOU HAVE GOOD TASTE.
ROME & MONICA GLANCE AT EACHOTHER, WORRIED..
CARTER BEGINS TO TURN..
CARTER: BUT *THEN* I FIGURED- (HANDS RAISED TO MIDLEVEL) WHY NOT, JUST START OVER FROM SCRATCH?!
VERONE THEN TOSSES HIS CIGAR TO HIS RIGHT, AND THE WINDOW DRAPES IMMEDIATELY CATCH ON FIRE AS HE WATCHES IN DELIGHT. THE TWO GUARDS HOLD ROMAN & MONICA DOWN AS THEY TRY TO RETALIATE..
ROMAN: 'EY MAN- WHATCHU DOIN'?!
CARTER: (LAUGHING) JUST REDECORATING. (CLAPS AS THE FLAMES SPREAD)
VERONE TURNS HIS ATTENTION BACK TO THEM AS HE ONCE AGAIN LEANS IN, HANDS ON KNEES
CARTER: ROMAN.. (ROME IS FIXATED ON THE FIRE) *ROMAN!* (HE TURNS TO HIM, STRUGGLING) I.. WANT.. YOUR *ENTIRE* CREW. (POINTS) YOU GIVE THEM UP- AND I'LL CONSIDER LETTING *YOU* GO, WHAT DO YOU SAY?
MONICA SHAKES HER HEAD AT ROMAN
MONICA: DON'T DO IT..
CARTER: (POINTS AT HER) YOU SHUT UP. (TURNS BACK TO ROMAN) WELL, DO WE HAVE A DEAL OR WHAT?
ROMAN DOESN'T EVEN *CONSIDER* GIVING UP HIS TEAM. HE STARES AT VERONE WITH AN INTENSE, HATEFUL EXPRESSION AS HE SHAKES HIS HEAD FURIOUSLY..
ROMAN: (LEANS IN) GO.. FUCK.. YOURSELF, VERONE. NO DEAL. NO WAY.
A DISAPPOINTED CARTER TURNS BACK FOR A MOMENT AND WIPES HIS MOUTH, THEN HE REVEALS A HANDGUN FROM BEHIND HIS JACKET (TUCKED IN PANTS). AS HE TURNS- HE EXAMINES THE WEAPON..
CARTER: (SLIGHT SMILE) WELL THEN.. .. I GUESS I'LL JUST HAVE TO SETTLE FOR *YOU* TWO INSTEAD. (SMILE FADES)
WE SWITCH TO A FRONT/CLOSE-UP SHOT OF VERONE'S HEAD AS HE RAISES THE WEAPON- THEN.. THE *TO BE CONTINUED..* TITLE CARD BURSTS ONTO THE SCREEN, ACCOMPANIED WITH WHAT SOUNDS LIKE A GUNSHOT.