Code of Silence Page #4

CRAGIE:

If you gotta take a leak, do it now.

KOSALAS:

I can't go wading in with my shlong

flapping in the wind.

CRAGIE:

Sure you can. It's called diversionary

tactics.

Cragie laughs and swigs straight from the bottle. The RADIO

CRACKLES.

BRENNAN (V.O.)

(from radio)

What's going on in the ballpark?

DONATO (V.O.)

(from radio)

Don't get froggy. Wait for the green

light.

EXT. COMACHO STREET - DAY

A painter's van passes Brennan's Pontiac and parks in front

of the building half way up the block.

INT. BRENNAN'S CAR - DAY

Music doesn't like this.

MUSIC:

What the hell is this cat up to?

BRENNAN:

Going to work a**hole. What do you

think.

MUSIC:

At this hour.

BRENNAN:

They got a hardass for a boss. Like

us.

EXT. COMACHO STREET - DAY

As Music and Brennan watch from their car, the four painters

get out of their truck, unpack their ladders and tools, and

begin to carry their equipment into the building next door

to the stakeout.

INT. COMACHO APARTMENT - DAY

The room is small and bare. A selling den. VICTOR COMACHO

and TWO COUSINS, all young and vicious, are sitting around a

formica table with the two buyers, Doc and Spider. The

Comachos are heavily armed. There is plenty of tension all

around, but Doc seems a little more nervous than the rest.

This is an enormous buy. Doc has placed a bowling satchel

full of bundled $20's, $50's, and $100's on the table. Victor

is counting it rapidly.

SPIDER:

This be better than jukin' Seven-

Elevens, huh Victor?

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