By now the TOURISTS are halfway across the street.
Mercifully, the DERELICT doesn't seem to be following.
They pick up their pace. They don't see the SHADOWY FIGURE
in the alleyway. They don't see the GUN until a gloved hand
brings it down, butt-first, across the back of DAD's neck.
DAD crumples. MOM grabs JIMMY and backs up against a brick
wall, too terrified to scream. The DERELICT races across
the street to join his confederate, the STREET PUNK, who's
already searching for DAD's wallet.
MOM's mouth opens in panic. They can see she's about to
snap -- so the STREET PUNK, still in a crouch, trains his
gun on JIMMY.
Do the kid a favor, lady. Don't
The poor woman is utterly horrified. TEARS stream down her
face. But she keeps her wits about her, stifles the urge to
shriek, and hustles JIMMY off down the street.
The two PUNKS watch them break into a run -- then chuckle,
slap hands, race off in the opposite direction.
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Six stories up. The PUNKS -- NICK and EDDIE -- hunker down
on the tar-and-gravel roof, sizing up their take.
(emptying the wallet)
All right. The Gold Card.
(tossing the credit card
in EDDIE's face)
Don't leave home without it.
A chill wind whips across the roof as NICK extracts the
cash and begins to count it. There's a distant, indistinct
metal on metal. EDDIE hears it and tenses up.