This is an excerpt (first 20 pages) of a completed screenplay. "Stiletto Sisters: Vendetta" - screenplay by Derek Paterson. FADE IN: EXT. WOODLAND CLEARING - NIGHT Shovels SCRAPE into earth and men PANT with effort. "BIG LOU" SOLAZZI, 40s, ruggedly handsome, leans against his car smoking as EDDIE and VITO, 30s, dig a waist-deep hole. Big Lou throws down his cigarette and moves to the back of the car. He opens the trunk. A WOMAN (40s) and a MAN (20s) lie in the trunk, wrists and ankles bound, gags covering their mouths. They stare up at Big Lou, afraid. BIG LOU I only got to look at you two lovebirds to know you were made for each other. That's good. Because you're gonna spend eternity together. The Man struggles but it's no good. The Woman closes her eyes and sobs. BIG LOU Eddie! Vito! Come on over here! Eddie and Vito climb out the hole and come running. BIG LOU Him first. Don't bother being gentle. They lift the Man out of the trunk. The Man struggles and they drop him, but they pick him up again and carry him to the hole. One-two-HEAVE and he disappears. EDDIE Fuck you! The Woman stares up at Big Lou, pleading with her eyes. He shows no emotion as Eddie and Vito lift her out and carry her to the hole. One-two-HEAVE and she's gone. Muffled YELPS from the bottom of the hole. VITO I bet that's the best fuck they ever had! They laugh. Big Lou comes up behind them, puts a gun to Eddie's head. BANG! Eddie topples into the hole. Vito stares dumbly at the smoking gun. BANG! Vito falls in. Big Lou picks up a shovel. Feeble MOANS come from the bottom of the hole. Tears run down Big Lou's cheeks as he fills the grave with earth. FADE TO BLACK: The gut-shaking RUMBLE of a powerful sports car engine. Title: FIVE YEARS LATER. FADE IN: EXT. ROAD TO SOLAZZI ESTATE - DAY A gleaming Dodge Viper screeches to a stop on a tree-lined road leading to a big house. INT./EXT. ROSETTA'S CAR - DAY At the wheel, ROSETTA SOLAZZI, 20s, an Italian-American beauty who could cause a major traffic accident just by smiling. She wears black dress, hat, sunglasses. She studies the house for a time... and seems to make her mind up. She puts the Viper into gear and burns rubber making a U-turn, heading away from the house. She's barely gone a hundred yards before she SKIDS to a stop. ROSETTA Fuck it! She spins the Viper around and ZOOMS back to the house. EXT. SOLAZZI ESTATE - MAIN GATES - DAY Crowded with REPORTERS and TELEVISION CAMERAS. Behind the closed iron gates, scowling SECURITY GUARDS in suits. The swarm of reporters turns as Rosetta's Viper comes ROARING into view. She hits the brakes hard. They scatter like startled birds, then flock back to her car snapping photos from every angle. Rosetta punches her horn, warning them to get the hell out her way! She leans out her window and tries to catch the eye of the GUARD on the other side of the main gate. The Guard recognizes her and windmills his arm. The gates open. Rosetta nudges her Viper through and the gates close again, trapping the reporters outside. The Guard talks into his cell phone as he watches the Viper head for the house. EXT. SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY A hearse stands empty and waiting at the head of a row of black cars. Eight UNDERTAKERS wait by the hearse in black suits with RED ROSES in their lapels. DRIVERS smoke and talk among themselves. They watch as Rosetta drives by. Rosetta parks, gets out, smooths down her dress, fixes her hat. She looks at the entrance -- then heads for the rear of the house. The Undertakers take notice when NICO, 20s, appears at the front door. He nods to the Undertakers. Two of the Undertakers move to join Nico and go inside. EXT. SOLAZZI HOUSE - REAR - DAY Rosetta takes off her sunglasses and stares at the house. INT. KITCHEN - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY Rosetta peers in through the window. She tries the door, it's unlocked. She enters. She passes through the empty kitchen, reaches a stairway leading up. Muted VOICES from upstairs. Rosetta starts climbing. INT. DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY Rosetta stops near the Living Room which is crowded with men and women dressed in black. MOURNER (O.S.) What can anyone say about Big Lou Solazzi? This was a man who loved his family and his friends. A man who took care of those who loved him, or needed his help. You know he gave to charities, to orphanages. His generosity knew no limits... Rosetta frowns, not happy. She heads for the stairway. INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY Rosetta climbs up. She walks along the hallway, looking at each doorway. Remembering... INT. ROSETTA'S BEDROOM - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY A girl's room. Dolls and ornaments displayed on shelves. A crystal lamp on a bedside table tinkles as Rosetta enters. She takes off her hat, throws it on the bed. Walks around the room, touching familiar things, enjoying them. She sits down on the bed, leans back on her elbows and closes her eyes. Remembering... ROSETTA'S CHILDHOOD FLASHBACK: The low POV of a young girl. Rosetta's MOTHER (the woman we saw in the trunk of Big Lou's car in the opening scene, some years younger here), bends down toward Rosetta, smiling. MOTHER Your hair's fine, honey. The car's waiting to take you to school. Off you go now. Rosetta's twin sister MARIETTA stands in the doorway wearing school uniform. Marietta scowls and taps her wristwatch. BACK TO SCENE: Instead of Marietta, LUCA SOLAZZI stands in the doorway. 60s, silver hair, he's still as strong as a bull. LUCA Rosetta. What the hell are you doing, sneaking into the house like this? ROSETTA I got here late. I didn't want to walk in while you were in the middle of something, Uncle Luca. LUCA Late, early, who cares? You should be downstairs saying goodbye to your old man. Don't you have a kiss for your uncle? Rosetta springs up, kisses Luca on the cheek. ROSETTA It's good to see you again, Uncle Luca. LUCA Same here, Rosetta. You look beat, like you could use a drink. And I don't mean coffee. ROSETTA I don't want to hold you back... LUCA Everyone's getting ready to leave for the cemetery. We got a few minutes. The priest ain't gonna start without us, that's for sure. Luca motions to the door. They exit together. INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY As Rosetta passes a door, she pauses. Luca goes on ahead, not knowing she's stopped. ROSETTA'S TEENAGE FLASHBACK: Rosetta (17) stares into the room from the hallway, her expression sheer disbelief. Her sister Marietta is being screwed from behind by what appears to be Big Lou Solazzi (BLURRED so we can't be sure). Colored pills lie scattered on the floor. The buck naked couple are so high they don't notice Rosetta. BACK TO SCENE: Luca stops and looks back, puzzled. LUCA Rosetta? Rosetta hurries after him. INT. STUDY - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY An impressive desk with a high-backed leather chair. Luca ushers Rosetta to a guest chair. LUCA What's your poison? ROSETTA Not for me, Uncle Luca. Thanks anyway. Luca pours himself a Scotch. He sits down behind the desk. Raises his glass in a toast. LUCA Here's to your pop, wherever he is. ROSETTA'S ADULT FLASHBACK: Her father, Big Lou, sits behind the desk in the exact same pose as Luca, holding up a glass. BIG LOU Here's to your bitch of a mother, wherever she is. Jesus, she didn't even send you and Marietta a birthday card. It's a crying shame. BACK TO SCENE: LUCA The coffin's next door if you want to, you know, say goodbye. ROSETTA I think I'll skip that part, Uncle Luca. I came back for old time's sake, you know? I'm just gonna leave now, if it's okay with you. LUCA That's your choice, Rosetta, but I can't say I'm not disappointed. I know he would have wanted you and Marietta to be at his funeral. Luca takes a cigar from a box. He clips off the end and lights it using a gold lighter. Rosetta watches his every move. Luca blows smoke toward the ceiling. LUCA Your pop always did have good taste when it came to cigars and booze. Outside, people leave the house, heading back to their cars. A KNOCK at the door. Nico enters. Lock-up-your-daughters handsome. He stares admiringly at Rosetta. LUCA Jeez, Nicky, don't stand there with your mouth hanging open. Ain't you gonna say hello to your cousin Rosetta? NICO Jesus. Is that really you, Rosetta? ROSETTA Hi Nico. LUCA What is it, Nicky? Nico has trouble dragging his eyes off Rosetta. NICO Phone call for you, Uncle Luca. It's Vacchio in L.A. Something passes between Nico and Luca but Rosetta doesn't see it, she's looking out the window. LUCA Why can't I take it in here? NICO Maybe Paulie don't know how to switch the phone through to the study. You get to Paulie's age, everything gets cloudy. LUCA I'm Paulie's age, you punk. NICO I didn't mean no disrespect, Uncle Luca. Luca stubs his cigar out, gets up and heads for the door. He stops beside Nico. LUCA Clean this up, huh? Nico's smile vanishes. He looks at Rosetta. Luca nods, a confirmation. Then he exits. Nico closes the door. NICO How you doing, Rosie? ROSETTA I'm doing fine, Nico. You? Nico draws a gun from an underarm holster. He screws on a fat black silencer. NICO Not so good. I wish I could say I'm glad to see you, Rosie, but you caught me on a bad day. ROSETTA Nico baby, you got a weird sense of humor. NICO I ain't laughing, Rosie. No one expected you or Marietta to show up. You and your sister hated Big Lou's guts, everybody knows that. Why did you have to come back here, today of all days? And looking good enough to eat, too. ROSETTA Nico...? NICO Sorry Rosie, we're on a tight schedule. You got to know, this ain't nothing personal. Nico extends his arm, taking careful aim at Rosetta. She stares at him, shocked! CUT TO BLACK: BANG! A loud SHOT from an UNSILENCED pistol! FADE IN: EXT. BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY A desirable property set amid the wealth of Hollywood. The kind of place tour buses pass by every day. EXT. UPPER FLOOR BALCONY - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY MARIETTA SOLAZZI, Rosetta's twin sister, lies on a couch, sunbathing in a revealing bikini while reading a glossy magazine. BRUCE NEVADA, 30, square-jaw handsome, limps out of the house, wincing at the pain from his leg. He wears an Army vest and black jogging pants, and carries a large pink milkshake. He sits down awkwardly. MARIETTA You should be strapped up. BRUCE And have some camera jockey take a snap of me with a telephoto lens? No way. Bruce Nevada isn't going to appear in some gossip 'zine sporting bandages, no sir. MARIETTA Bruce Nevada will need therapy if he keeps talking about himself in the third person. BRUCE I am who I am, and I'm not ashamed to admit it. He sips his 'shake. BRUCE Damn, this is good. MARIETTA You're due to start shooting next month. How are you going to do that if you don't look after your leg? BRUCE Don't worry, I'll be okay. MARIETTA You keep doing your own stunts you won't be okay, you'll be dead. BRUCE I gotta do my own stunts. Who's gonna believe in me if they know a stand-in is jumping off a rooftop or getting blown to pieces? MARIETTA So tell me what happens in this one? BRUCE It's a really hot science fiction thriller. Here's the story: there are aliens in the White House, running the world. But my character, Bruce Shard, a Secret Service agent, finds out the President's a bughead and decides to do something about it. MARIETTA That's it? That's the best script Jody could find for you? BRUCE It's not as bad as it sounds. There are depths I can explore with Shard that I've been denied in my previous movies. His girlfriend becomes one of the bugheads and he has to kill her. That's pretty heavy, you know? I can take that and run with it. Jody says he expects me to give much more this time. He says I have a well of untapped emotions. He drinks more 'shake, wipes his lips and BURPS loudly. MARIETTA You sure have. What's the movie called? BRUCE They're still using a working title, "All The President's Bugs," but the producers will probably change it. Jody says Van Damme might be interested. If he signs, the script will be altered to write him in as my partner. We'll kick some alien butt together. Bruce fires some punches at an invisible opponent, giving a reasonable impersonation of a martial artist. BRUCE Listen, Jody wants me to look at some script changes. I'm gonna head on over to his place, okay? MARIETTA I know all about Jody and those big- titted bunnies of his. You can look all you want but if you touch, I'll cut your dick off and stuff it down your throat, Sicilian style. Bruce chokes on his shake, sprays it everywhere. BRUCE Jesus! MARIETTA And tell Jody I was asking for him. You should bring him over for dinner. BRUCE He doesn't like Italian food. MARIETTA You mean he doesn't like me. BRUCE I never said that. But you never show him any respect. MARIETTA The day he tells me he's putting you in a movie alongside Julia or Nicole I'll show him plenty of respect, believe me. BRUCE That guy who came to see you yesterday looked pretty mean. Marietta turns the pages of her glossy magazine. MARIETTA Here's something: "How to keep your husband interested in ten easy lessons." One, shave down below. Two, always wear black lace underwear. BRUCE Who was he, what did he want? MARIETTA You will not believe what Number Ten is. Is that even legal? BRUCE Don't try to change the subject. MARIETTA He was just a message boy, okay? I told you to forget about him. BRUCE Message boy my ass. He was packing heat. I saw the bulge under his jacket. A real, honest-to-goodness live Mafioso. MARIETTA Nobody says "Mafioso" any more. You sound like a gangster in a "B" movie. BRUCE Why won't you tell me what it's about? A wife shouldn't keep secrets from her husband. MARIETTA When did we get married? I don't even remember a proposal, never mind walking down the aisle. BRUCE Jody thinks it would be bad for my image. Most of my fan mail comes from teenage girls. They all want me for themselves. He flexes a biceps. BRUCE Can't blame 'em, huh? MARIETTA Nope, can't blame 'em. What I want to know is, what size is Jody's new yacht and how much did he take from your earnings to pay for it? BRUCE You're changing the subject again. Who was that goddamn Mafioso, what did he want? MARIETTA It's my business. Keep out of it. BRUCE You mean it's family business. So, what did Daddy's message boy want? Was he just delivering the morning paper, or letting you know in advance who's going to die of natural causes next week? Marietta throws her magazine down. MARIETTA For God's sake, Bruce, get a new script. She storms inside. INT. BEDROOM - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY Bruce follows Marietta inside. He grabs her wrist and spins her around. BRUCE Don't walk away from me. And don't get picky over names. I asked you a question. What did he want? Are you going to give me a straight answer? MARIETTA No. BRUCE Baby, you gotta be kidding me. The Mafia comes calling, packing hardware, and I've got to pretend it didn't happen? Pretend my girl's father isn't a Mafia hood? MARIETTA Go to Hell, Bruce. But first, let go of me. BRUCE Let go of me, or else? Isn't that what you mean? MARIETTA That's exactly what I mean. BRUCE Let me guess. You'll phone Daddy and he'll send a couple of his boys over to measure me for concrete overshoes, right? MARIETTA Jesus, it's like talking to somebody from the 1930s. He's dead, you asshole. That's what the guy came to tell me. My father's dead. Bruce lets go. Marietta rubs her wrist. BRUCE Why didn't you just tell me? MARIETTA Because it's like you said, it's family business. BRUCE When's the funeral? MARIETTA Today. Now. I don't know. It doesn't matter because I'm not going. They can bury him without me. BRUCE You can't be serious. MARIETTA I am serious. I hated the bastard, Bruce. You've no idea just how much I hated him. Enough to have wanted to kill him myself. Enough to want to piss on his grave. Bruce exits back out onto the balcony. Marietta leans back against the wall, closes her eyes and sighs. Bruce come back inside. BRUCE There's a car in the driveway. I think it's the same guy, your message boy. Maybe this time I'll tell him to fuck off, hey? Marietta pushes past him and goes out onto the balcony. MARIETTA'S POV: a black sedan sits in the driveway. Marietta comes back inside. BRUCE Hey, your family wouldn't get pissed off with you just because you didn't attend your old man's funeral, would they? A CRASH of breaking glass from downstairs. BRUCE What the hell was that? He heads for the door but Marietta stops him. MARIETTA Stay here. BRUCE Like hell I will. I want to talk to these guys. Who the fuck do they think they are? He tries to push past her. Marietta kicks him in the nuts. Bruce groans and collapses, she jumps over him and runs into the hallway. INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY Marietta creeps toward the stairs. She reaches the top and listens. Movement from below. She silently runs to the other end of the hallway. INT. EXERCISE ROOM - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY Marietta runs to a locker, pulls out a sports bag. She tosses out a crumpled tennis shirt, shorts, a pair of shoes. Finally she pulls out a revolver. She stands just inside the door and peeks out. A man stands at the top of the stairs, looking the other way. BLONDIE, a bronzed surfer, carries an Uzi. Marietta pulls back as GIANCARLO VACCHIO climbs the stairs. Mature, distinguished, a ruthless killer. FRANKIE (O.S.) Ain't nobody down here, Mr. Vacchio. VACCHIO Shut the fuck up, Frankie. (to Blondie) That way. She's with that actor, the pussy. Find her. BLONDIE Sure thing, Mister Vacchio. Blondie sets off toward the bedroom. FRANKIE climbs upstairs. He's huge, bulging with muscles, a typical enforcer. Vacchio points toward the exercise room. VACCHIO Frankie, check that way. FRANKIE Okay, boss. Frankie enters like he's having a gentle stroll in the park and comes face to face with Marietta. Tough to tell who's more surprised. Frankie reaches inside his jacket-- FRANKIE She's in here! CUT TO BLACK: THREE LOUD GUNSHOTS. FADE IN: EXT. TAGLIA HOUSE - DAY Set amid green lawns. Electronic gates decide who comes in and who leaves. An open-top sports car approaches the gates, driven by CARLOS RIVA, early 30s, a handsome, manicured professional accountant who always wears the sharpest suits. The GUARD on gate duty recognizes Riva and opens the gates. Riva waves to him and drives toward the house. A GARDENER rides a lawn mower nearby, trimming the grass. EXT. TAGLIA HOUSE - ENTRANCE - DAY Riva climbs the steps, carrying an envelope. The door is opened by ALFREDO, an elderly house servant. ALFREDO Good afternoon, Mister Riva. RIVA Hey Alfredo, I'm believe I'm expected? INT. ENTRANCE HALL - TAGLIA HOUSE - DAY Riva is stopped by LUIGI, a huge guard, who frisks him. INT. OUTSIDE TAGLIA'S STUDY - DAY Alfredo knocks the door, pauses, then opens the door for Riva to enter. INT. STUDY - TAGLIA HOUSE - DAY Sitting behind his desk, DON TAGLIA, 60s, tough as old boots. With him, IRON MIKE RUSSO, same age, even tougher, looks sour as Riva comes in. TAGLIA Carlos. Come in, sit down. Riva sits down beside Russo who isn't a big fan. TAGLIA I'd offer you a drink, only this ain't no friendly meeting. Let's get down to business. Show me what you got? Riva opens the envelope, pulls out a computer print-out. He's about to place it on the desk but Russo snatches it and starts reading. Riva examines the photographs hanging on the walls. Thickset men smile and shake hands. A who's who of organized crime. Russo looks up at Taglia, and nods. TAGLIA You're sure about this? You're absolutely sure Jules Capella has betrayed me? RIVA Each of the transfers is recorded there. There's no mistake. It all adds up to 160 million dollars. TAGLIA The little prick. Being married to my daughter wasn't enough for him. Being on my payroll wasn't enough for him. He had to have more. (to Russo) Mike, find out where that no-good weasel son-in-law of mine is hiding. RIVA I can tell you where he is, Mr. Taglia. He booked two seats on a plane to South Africa, scheduled to take off from JFK at 21-hundred hours tonight. He's in a room in the JFK Hilton registered under the name of Calvetti. RUSSO How the fuck do you know that? RIVA A friend of mine has been on Capella's tail since yesterday. Russo's fit to explode but Taglia makes a calming gesture. TAGLIA Two seats? RIVA He's traveling with a woman named O'Rourke, his personal assistant. The office manager says Miss O'Rourke has yet to turn up for an honest day's work. RUSSO Who's the guy that's watching him? RIVA I didn't give him any details, just Capella's description. I pay cash, he doesn't ask questions. RUSSO Fuck not asking questions, you're an accountant, not a secret fucking agent. You should have turned this over to me instead of sticking your fucking nose into-- But Taglia holds up his hand, demanding silence. TAGLIA Yeah, that sounds like Jules, all right. Stealing my money isn't enough, the prick also has to betray my daughter. Mike, what can you do about this? RUSSO I can have my people there in ten minutes. Taglia nods. Russo gets up and exits. TAGLIA What about my money? RIVA Capella converted the 160 million to bearer bonds, which are good anywhere in the world. My guy at the airport said he's carrying a locked attaché case. I'd say it's a good bet the bonds are in that case. He wouldn't want to let them out of his sight. Russo comes back into the study and sits down. RUSSO My people are on their way. They know what to do. TAGLIA (to Riva) How the fuck did you find out Jules was shafting me? RIVA I like to check the accounts to ensure everything's transferred on schedule. Even a day's delay can lose you considerable interest. But the numbers didn't balance. I couldn't see how Capella had done it, so I called in some people I know. They hacked into his office computer system. He had everything encrypted and password-protected, but these guys are pros. Capella had set up a string of bogus client identities that allowed him to transfer the money to himself. RUSSO You're using people we don't know. I don't like that, not when Don Taglia's money is involved. Who the fuck are these guys? RIVA A couple of friends I met among the sand dunes. They were with the Agency back then, breaking Iraqi military codes as quickly as Baghdad changed them. Now they're security consultants working for banks and the stock exchange. RUSSO Tell me, Riva, are you ever going to have one conversation in your entire life where you forget to mention your heroic role in Saddam's downfall? TAGLIA Calm down, Mike. Carlos wasn't blowing his own trumpet. You asked him, remember? Taglia gets up and comes around his desk. TAGLIA Carlos, thank you for letting us know about this. We'll handle things from here. RIVA Sure thing, Mister Taglia. Taglia escorts Riva to the door. TAGLIA Expect to find a "thank-you" in the mail soon. RIVA That's not necessary, Mister Taglia. You already pay me. This is just part of the service. Taglia nods and smiles, pleased with this answer. INT. ENTRANCE HALL - TAGLIA HOUSE - DAY Alfredo opens the front door for Riva. ALFREDO You have a nice day, Mister Riva. RIVA Thanks, Alfredo, I believe I will. INT./EXT. RIVA'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY Riva puts on sunglasses, starts the engine and drives toward the gates. There's no sign of the Guard. Riva has to stop. The Gardener riding the lawn mower weaves all over the place. That's because he's watching the house and talking into a radio microphone inside his collar. Riva pulls out his phone, speed-dials a number. RIVA (into phone) Alfredo, it's Riva. Give me Luigi. (he listens) Give me Luigi, dammit, right now! (he listens) Luigi, it's Riva. You got trouble out here. Tell Mike Russo what I just said, you hear me? Four MEN wearing black commando gear drop over the garden wall. They disappear among the bushes, then reappear moments later, running toward the house. A black van SCREECHES to a stop outside the gates. A window rolls down and a large caliber RIFLE BARREL protrudes. Riva's eyes WIDEN. He throws himself down and covers his head as the rifle BOOMS! shattering the windshield. BOOM! His car bucks up and down like a rodeo bull. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! CUT TO BLACK: The SHOOTING continues, loud and close. Then slowly fades... JET ENGINES. FADE IN: EXT. JFK INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY Planes land and take off from the world's busiest airport. INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY The toilet adjoining the bedroom FLUSHES. The door opens and JULES CAPELLA, 40s, emerges from the bathroom. He limps to a chair by the window. He carefully sits down, grunting with discomfort. GERI O'ROURKE, 20s, lies upon the king-sized bed, naked but for wisps of black lace underwear. She's high as a kite on coke and horny as hell, bringing herself off. CAPELLA I got no crap left in me and I'm still crapping. GERI Come to bed, Jules. I need you. CAPELLA Not now, honey. I got things to think about. Geri gasps and pants her way to heaven. CAPELLA Just wait until we get to Cape Town, baby. You'll be begging me for mercy, I guarantee it. GERI I can't wait that long, I'm red hot. CAPELLA Just another few hours, baby, and we'll be leaving our troubles behind forever. Hey, I tell you, if Mike Russo and his boys ever show up, the South Africans will bury them in unmarked graves. They don't take no shit from nobody. GERI Jules, honey! CAPELLA Ain't gonna happen, sweetie. My gut's killing me. Just keep doing what you're doing. If it helps, think about me. GERI I am, Jules, I am! The door opens, four grim-looking MEN enter. Capella's too scared to move or say anything. One guy checks the bathroom. He comes out waving his hand under his nose. They watch Geri bring herself off. Her eyes are screwed shut, she's concentrating so much she doesn't even notice them. TOMMY KNEECAPS gestures to one of his men. The guy puts a pillow over Geri's head and fires two muffled shots into the pillow. Geri slowly relaxes. Feathers fly everywhere. CAPELLA What did you have to go and do that for? TOMMY KNEECAPS Hey, at least she died happy. His men chuckle. One of them finds the attaché case. He shows the contents to Tommy Kneecaps. Piles of bearer bonds with stylish seals and watermarks. TOMMY KNEECAPS Take good care of it. You lose it, you get to tell Iron Mike. Henchman #1 closes the case and tucks it under his arm. CAPELLA What happens now? TOMMY KNEECAPS Someone wants to talk to you about the very bad thing you did. His men chuckle again. Capella wistfully watches a plane take off. Two guys grab him and pull him out the chair. FADE TO BLACK: BANG! The shot from an unsilenced pistol echoes and fades. FADE IN: INT. STUDY - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY Nico's pistol wavers. He staggers, falls back against the door and slides down. Rosetta takes her hand out of her purse. She's holding a smoking pistol. She fired it from inside her purse! NICO Jesus, Rosie, ya shot me. Rosetta opens his jacket, his shirt is bright red with blood. NICO Is it bad? ROSETTA Nico baby, why'd you do it? Why'd you try to pop me? NICO Orders... Nico dies. Rosetta stares at him, crushed with grief. She grabs his silenced gun, presses her ear against the door. INT. ENTRANCE HALL - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY Rosetta peeks out, looks left and right. Empty. She creeps along the hallway... stops at a door, turns the handle, opens the door... looks into the room. INSERT: Four OLD MEN sit upright in chairs. They've all been shot through the head. They all look very surprised. VOICES and LAUGHTER from downstairs get Rosetta's attention. INT. KITCHEN DINING AREA - SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY Luca sits in a chair holding a bloody handkerchief to his head. Two UNDERTAKERS stand over him, laughing. LUCA You fucking punks. I'll cut off your dicks and stuff them up your asses. The Undertakers laugh some more. One whacks Luca across the face with his gun. UNDERTAKER #1 Fuck you, you old bastard. One more word out of you and we'll-- Rosetta comes downstairs and shoots Undertaker #1 between the eyes, then pops #2 as he spins around. They fall dead. Luca stares at them, shocked. LUCA Mama fucking mia. ROSETTA You okay, Uncle Luca? LUCA I'll never be okay again. Where'd you learn to shoot like that, Rosetta? And where's Nico? Footsteps from upstairs. Rosetta stands just out of sight. The feet and legs of TWO UNDERTAKERS appear. Rosetta shoots them in the legs! They tumble downstairs, screaming. Rosetta steps over them and puts a bullet into each of their heads. She stares at their bodies, remembering... EXT. ARAB DESERT CAMP - NIGHT (ROSETTA'S FLASHBACK) Israeli COMMANDOS launch an attack. The SENTRIES don't stand a chance, they're cut down by a hail of bullets. Half-asleep Arab SOLDIERS emerging from the tents suffer the same fate. Rosetta is part of the attacking force. She shoots a SENTRY fumbling for his rifle. She turns and shoots an Arab SOLDIER stumbling out of his tent. Her gun's empty, she ejects the magazine and fishes a fresh magazine from her belt. A tent flap opens behind her. Rosetta flicks her wrist and a knife SPRINGS into her hand. She spins and throws -- and then sees her target. It's a young Arab BOY. He drops his rifle and falls dead. Rosetta stares in horror. An Israeli OFFICER joins her. ISRAELI OFFICER Good. It saves us the trouble of killing him when he is a man. He pushes Rosetta on. They leave the dead boy behind but Rosetta looks back, shocked by what she's done. BACK TO SCENE: Rosetta throws Nico's gun away and helps Luca to stand. ROSETTA We gotta leave, Uncle Luca. Out the back way. My car's outside. EXT. SOLAZZI HOUSE - DAY Rosetta helps Luca toward her car, he's unsteady on his legs. LUCA Where's Nico, dammit? ROSETTA Nico's dead. LUCA Dead? What the fuck do you mean, he's dead? ROSETTA Nico was with them! As soon as you left Papa's study Nico tried to shoot me. I got him first. LUCA Jesus, I don't believe it... ROSETTA You better believe it, because we're not out of this yet. A bunch of UNDERTAKERS exit the house. They see Rosetta and Luca and move in her direction. ROSETTA Can you still hotwire a car, Uncle Luca? LUCA What the hell kind of question is that? Of course I can still-- She points to a nearby sedan. ROSETTA Get in. I'm going to make them follow me. When they do, you jump the engine and get the hell out of here. LUCA Rosetta, you can't just-- ROSETTA Just do it, Uncle Luca. Remember, Nico was in on this! Your own nephew, Uncle Peppe's son. Only call upon people you absolutely know you can trust. Rosetta pushes him toward the sedan. Luca opens the door, climbs in and lies down so no one can see him. INT./EXT. ROSETTA'S CAR - DAY Rosetta starts the engine, glances in the rear window. The Undertakers are closing in, drawing their guns. She REVERSES at full speed, scattering the Undertakers. Rosetta takes off down the driveway, leaning on her horn for MOURNERS to get out her way. They jump for their lives! EXT. SOLAZZI ESTATE - MAIN GATES - DAY The Guards open the gates and shout at the Reporters to move aside. Rosetta comes flying through the gates, screeches into the turn and powers away! The Reporters surge after her, cameras clicking. Seconds later a black sedan screams in pursuit of Rosetta. Two Reporters are knocked down! The sedan doesn't stop, it roars after Rosetta. The chase is on! INT./EXT. ROSETTA'S CAR (MOVING) - DAY Rosetta drives for her life. She glances in the rearview. The black sedan is on her tail. She puts the pedal to the metal, increasing the distance between them, but the sedan stays on her tail. LOOKING AHEAD: the unmistakable skyline of NYC. Rosetta fumbles for her phone. She thumbs in a number. It's rejected. She tries again. Another failure. Exasperated, she tries again. Third time lucky! SURLY VOICE Yeah, what the fuck do you want? ROSETTA (into phone) I want a double fucking cheeseburger with double fries, the biggest fucking shake you've got, and I want them now, asshole! The voice on the phone SQUAWKS with pleasure! FADE TO BLACK: THREE LOUD SHOTS. FADE IN: INT. EXERCISE ROOM - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY Frankie's face twists in agony. He holds his crotch with both hands. Blood oozes between his fingers. He lets out a WHOOSH of air and topples sideways like a felled tree. INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY Marietta steps into view. Vacchio sees her, panics and runs back downstairs. Blondie comes running from the other end of the hallway. Marietta SHOOTS, Blondie's machine gun blasts holes in the hallway ceiling as he falls dead. INT. BEDROOM - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY Marietta stands in the doorway looking down at Bruce, dead on the floor. INT. DOWNSTAIRS - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY Marietta drops down from above, startling Vacchio. He reaches inside his jacket. Marietta whacks him across the head with her revolver. Vacchio hits the floor, unconscious. FADE TO BLACK: We enjoy a moment of peace with Vacchio... FADE IN: INT. LIVING ROOM - BRUCE'S HOUSE - DAY Vacchio awakens to find himself on the floor, his wrists and ankles tied with electrical cable. He struggles. No good. Marietta lounges on one of the leather chairs, still wearing her bikini. Vacchio looks her over with interest. VACCHIO You're looking good, Marietta. You're all grown up now. Marietta sticks the barrel of the revolver against his knee. Thumbs back the hammer. MARIETTA I want to know who gave the order. He grins up at her. Doesn't believe she'll do it. BANG! Vacchio SCREAMS. EXT. ROME, ITALY - DAY (MARIETTA'S FLASHBACK) The city of romance, known also for its historical cruelty. INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY Two urban TERRORISTS drag an Italian POLICEMAN inside and slam the door shut. The Cop's wrists and ankles are tied and he's gagged. Other TERRORISTS gather to kick the shit out of the Cop. A woman, ANNA, is the most violent. A younger Marietta looks on while STEFANO checks the Cop's wallet. He finds a photograph and gives it to Marietta. INSERT: A young WIFE AND BABY smile for the camera. STEFANO We threaten to kill his family. That will make him talk. Stefano puts his gun against the Cop's knee. BLAM! The Cop goes into pain spasm. The Terrorists laugh. Marietta doesn't. She looks at the photo... the Cop... the photo... Stefano unties the gag and whispers into the Cop's ear. Asks him questions. He gets angry when the Cop doesn't answer. Anna kicks the Cop in the guts. Still no answer. Stefano beckons to Marietta. Bring the photo over, now! Marietta refuses. Stefano and Anna exchange looks. ANNA (in Italian; subtitled) I told you she was too soft. STEFANO (in Italian; subtitled) I'll handle this. Stefano snatches the photo from Marietta's trembling hand. STEFANO I told them you had courage. Told them you supported our cause. Now you make me lose face. Anna lights a cigarette. MARIETTA If this is what the cause means, then count me out. STEFANO He knows the Chief Judge's security arrangements. We'll do whatever it takes to get this information. MARIETTA Then do it without me. I'm through, Stefano. I didn't sign up for this. Emotions play across Stefano's face -- anger, understanding, then finally regret. He tenderly touches her face. Wipes away the tears rolling down her cheeks. STEFANO It's best that you go now. Stefano joins Anna and shows the Cop the photo. The Cop shakes his head, he won't talk. Anna stubs her burning cigarette into his eye, he SCREAMS. Marietta winces in sympathy. Stefano shows the Cop the photo again. STEFANO (in Italian; subtitled) If you ever want to see them again, you will tell us what we want to know. Marietta turns and walks away, not looking back. BACK TO SCENE: Vacchio writhes in agony, blood pours from his knee. VACCHIO You can't do this to me! I'm Giancarlo Vacchio! MARIETTA Tell me who gave the order. A name in exchange for your life. He shakes his head -- refuses. BLAM! She shoots his ear off! Vacchio SCREAMS and writhes. Marietta opens a cigarette box and lights a cigarette. She talks into Vacchio's other ear. MARIETTA Can you hear me, Giancarlo? Your eardrum's ruptured, that's why it's so painful. I don't know if the doctors can save your hearing on that side. One thing I do know... it's going to be damn quiet in there if I shoot your other ear off. She holds the cigarette close to his eyes. MARIETTA And dark if I burn your eyes out. Tell me, who gave the order? Vacchio's a quivering wreck. His lips try to form words. MARIETTA Louder, Giancarlo. I can't hear you. She leans closer. Vacchio whispers a name (we don't hear it). Marietta draws back, staring at him in disbelief. He looks up at her, mutely pleading for his life. Marietta sticks her revolver into his mouth. MARIETTA Say hello to Dad for me. Vacchio's eyes WIDEN. CUT TO BLACK: A VERY LOUD SHOT. Fading... then blotted out by the BOOM- BOOM-BOOM! of a heavy caliber rifle. FADE IN: EXT. TAGLIA HOUSE - DAY Riva's car bucks wildly, the hood springs up, steam hisses from the radiator, glass flies everywhere. Above the deafening BOOMS and the IMPACT of heavy bullets, maniacal LAUGHTER from the van. Riva opens the glovebox revealing a gun in a leather holster. He kicks his door open and rolls out. He comes up onto one knee with his gun BLAZING. He scores hits on the window. The sniper rifle points skyward and falls silent. Riva peers over the top of his car. The Gardener runs toward the Taglia house carrying a machine-gun. He sees Riva and SHOOTS. Riva SHOOTS back, punching the Gardener down. A Commando opens fire on Riva, who crouches behind his car as bullets BANG into and WHING off the metal. The entrance explodes! The Commandos leap through the smoke, their guns blazing. Riva starts to get up but a pistol is thrust into the back of his head. The VAN DRIVER has silently crept up! The Driver's face is a mass of cuts from broken glass. DRIVER Drop the gun, dickhead. Riva drops his gun. DRIVER You fucking prick. Who asked you to stick your nose in? The Driver thumbs back the hammer. Riva drops like a stone and kicks backwards, taking the Driver's legs out from under him. Riva chops the Driver's wrist, his gun spins away. Riva wrestles him to the ground and gets his arms around the Driver's head. DRIVER No, wait--! Riva twist the guy's head. CRACK! The Driver slumps, dead. Riva leans back against his car, gasping for breath. He recovers his pistol and heads for the shattered front door. 06/05