The Italian Job
FADE IN:
EXT. THE PORT OF GENOA, .ITALY -NIGHT
Forklifts RUMBLE. Workers WIPE FRAME. All the bustle and
cacophony of a major seaport.
We FIND ourselves focusing on ONE LARGE CRATE. With the
GRINDING of gears, a crane lifts it off the dock and carries
it onto a ship .
INT. HOTEL ROOM -SAME TIME
Through night-vision binoculars, CHARLIE CROKER, 28, watches
the mysterious crate. Charlie is young to run his own crew
but he's a born leader.
CHARLIE:
Lyle?
SWISH PAN TO:
LYLE, 21, brilliant and punctilious, fingeringthe keyboard of his strap-on supercharged laptop.
LYLE:
I've got the orbital data and SV clock
corrections for each satellite that gets
the signal. That'll make my reading as
solid as the Precise Positioning Service
that only the D.O.D. can use. We're
talkin' 100 meter horizontal accuracy,
156 meter vertical accuracy, .340
nanoseconds time accuracy.
SWISH PAN TO:
STEVE, 30, bearded. Steve has an arrogantconfidence mixed with the hint of a smile.
STEVE:
Why can't he talk like a person?
CHARLIE:
..Because he's not.
LYLE:
I do need one more thing, Charlie.
CHARLIE:
What's that? •
LYLE:
Someone to turn the goddamn homing device
on. No signal, no score.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
CHARLIE:
(to Steve)
Where're the Italians?
STEVE:
Patience.
INT. HUMVEE (MOVING) -SAME TIME
The driver is HANDSOME ROB, 30. Riding shotgun is HALF-EAR,
35, immersed in a book-: Albert Einstein Creator & Rebel.
Half-Ear is a large black man with a Southern accent and a
hearing aid.
HANDSOME ROB:
What's that sh*t?
HALF-EAR
A book. It's called reading. You should
try it some time.
Handsome Rob holds up three fingers.
HANDSOME ROB:
You wanna read something. Read between
the lines.
HALF-EAR
Well here's something even you can relate
to. Albert got a lotta trim. That
genius thing is a babe magnet.
HANDSOME ROB:
Lemme see that book.
INT. HOTEL JEWELRY SHOP -SAME TIME
The final member of the crew, JOHN BRIDGER, 50s, is a
tasteful man buying a very tasteful, and very expensive,
diamond necklace. The saleswoman wraps it up as he dials a
number on his cell phone.
STELLA (V.O.)
Hello?
JOHN BRIDGER:
Hi, sweetie.
INT. STELLA'S CONDO -PHILADELPHIA -INTERCUT
STELLA BRIDGER, 27, crushingly attractive, has just stepped
out of the shower, hair still wet, body wrapped in a towel.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
STELLA:
Daddy. How are you?
JOHN BRIDGER:
I'm sending you something.
STELLA:
Really? Does it smell nice?
JOHN BRIDGER:
No. But it's sparkly.
STELLA:
Does it come with a receipt?
JOHN BRIDGER:
I'm having it sent to you from the store.
STELLA:
(toweling her hair)
Why not bring it by yourself? We could
have dinner.
He leaves the store and heads for the HOTEL ELEVATOR.
JOHN BRIDGER:
Be a long trip. I'm in Genoa.
She doesn't like the sound of that.
STELLA:
Let me guess. Checking out the
birthplace of Christopher Columbus.
JOHN BRIDGER:
Something like that.
STELLA:
W_i£li your parole officer' s approval.
He steps into the elevator. Rides up.
JOHN BRIDGER:
I think I've paid my.P.O.. my last visit.
I liked the guy, but we never really
connected. .
STELLA:
What are you into, Dad? Don't break my
heart. You told me you were through.
JOHN BRIDGER:
After this, I swear to you, I am.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
(2)STELLA:
You promised me. Daddy, don't do this.
The elevator door opens, Bridger steps out and starts down
the hall.
JOHN BRIDGER:
Everything's going to be fine. I've got
to go now. I love you. Bye.
He clicks off then uses his card key to step into the —
INT. HOTEL ROOM -CONTINUOUS
He eyes Char-lie, who looks pretty tense.
JOHN BRIDGER:
Italians?
CHARLIE:
Not yet.
STEVE:
Don't worry, they'll come through. You
can trust these guys.
JOHN BRIDGER:
I trust everyone. It's the devil inside
them that I don't trust.
(then, to Charlie)
Got a sec?
CHARLIE:
My office.
INT. HOTEL BATHROOM -NIGHT
They step inside, Charlie closing the door.
JOHN BRIDGER:
How you feeling, boss?
CHARLIE:
.Fine. I'm fine, fine.
Bridger seems amused by that answer.
JOHN BRIDGER:
You know what .fine, stands for, don't you?
F***ed-up, Insecure, Neurotic, and
Emotional.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
CHARLIE:
You've become quite the philosopher since
you quit drinking.
JOHN BRIDGER:
You don't like me sober?
CHARLIE:
No, I'm glad. Makes you a better thief.
Bridger pulls out a fine cigar, still in its wrapper, hands
it to Charlie.
JOHN BRIDGER:
For after the haul.
CHARLIE:
Hope I get to fire it up. If Steve's
Italians are a no-show, it's three months
prep down the shitter and I' ve dragged
you out of retirement for nothing.
JOHN BRIDGER:
This is kinda nice. You being the boss
with all the worries, me just along for
the ride.
CHARLIE:
Ain't you sweet. .
From the other side of the door, they HEAR —
STEVE (O.S.)
Charlie!
INT. HOTEL ROOM -NIGHT
Charlie takes the binoculars from Steve. He SEES TWO ITALIAN
CUSTOMS INSPECTORS climbing onboard the ship.
CHARLIE:
Your Italians.
STEVE:
Yup. Dixie cups.
CHARLIE:
Dixie cups?
STEVE:
I toss 'em away if there's a problem down
the road.
EXT. SHIP -NIGHT
In ITALIAN, the Inspectors quiz the NERVOUS CAPTAIN about the
mysterious crate.
One Inspector takes a crowbar and yanks out several strips of
plywood, REVEALING unmarked cardboard boxes inside. The
other Inspector pulls out one of the boxes and tears it open.
It is filled with tomatoes. He takes a bite out of one.
Nods. Everything seems to be order. The Captain looks
relieved. The inspector closes the cardboard box but...
Watch carefully now, because as he does this, he hits a power
button on a small HOMING DEVICE and stuffs it in with the
tomatoes...
On Lyle's computer screen, a pulsating dot appears, BEEPING,
sending out precise longitude and latitude.
LYLE:
For those about to rock, we salute you.
Charlie dials his cell phone.
INT. HUMVEE (MOVING) -INTERCUT
Handsome Rob answers.
HANDSOME ROB:
Yeah.
CHARLIE:
Let's get rich.
Handsome Rob pulls over. They're at the port. They can see
the mysterious crate being lowered into the ship's hold.
Half-Ear climbs out, taking a large duffel bag with him.
CUT TO:
EXT. SHIP (DOCKED) -LATER, NIGHT
The Captain is doing his final checks before launch. OUR
CAMERA DROPS to —
BENEATH THE WATER
where we FIND Half-Ear, in scuba gear, applying Nitramon
explosive primer to the hull of the ship.
INT. HUMVEE (MOVING) -NIGHT
Plowing through thick brush that breaks out onto a secluded
beach. Handsome Rob is still behind the wheel but now Steve
is in the passenger seat. Lyle, in the back, is still on the
laptop, legs fidgeting like a drummer on meth. POP goes his
bubble gum.
HANDSOME ROB:
Can you chill out back there? You'd make
a hummingbird nervous.
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