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Low Spade in The Hole
Low Spade in The Hole
Written by
Arthur Wei
ACT 1:
FADE IN:
A voice:
(O.S.)
Anthony “Deuces” Armone.
DEUCES:
Always wondered who he’d send to do me… It gets
to a man y’know… all dat double-crossing… secrets
only stay secret for so long…
DEUCES:
But I guess I don’t gotta worry no more, do I?
Beat. THE MAN coolly looks down the twin barrels in DEUCES’
hands, motionless.
DEUCES:
You never shoulda come back. I’m not the man I
was before.
MAN:
Nothing ever changes in this city Deuces.
DEUCES:
Tell that my father’s casket. I’m not one for
sentiments, but the funeral was nice. You woulda
liked it. But as nice as it was, I’m not ready to
shake hands with death just yet.
DEUCES suddenly pulls the triggers in both guns - CLICK
CLICK. Empty. DEUCES’ relaxed face quickly shifts with
tension, knowing he’s been had.
MAN:
You have changed, Deuces. You’ve gotten sloppy.
MAN:
Don’t blame yourself kid. Step away from this
business for too long, everyone gets sloppy.
DEUCES:
You’re one to talk. You still don’t get it do
you? One day, your types won’t be around no
longer. And you’s gonna have to find a decent job
like I did.
MAN:
I know what a “decent job” does to a man in this
city. But I’m not ready to shake hands with death
just yet.
DEUCES:
You can try to ditch your past… but it don’t let
the man go as easy… remember that next time you
pull that trigger, Dealer.
MAN:
Always.
MAN:
It’s done.
[V.O.]
I use that term – friends – lightly. In my line
of business, money flows freer than blood. And I
get paid – real well – to make friends.
ALONZO reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a RING OF
KEYS, dozens of jangling keys - long, short, silver, gold –
all looped on a metal ring. He rings DEUCES’ GOLD KEY onto
the ring of keys, now indistinguishable from the others.
[V.O.]
Most people in this town don’t know I exist. And
the few that do often wish they didn’t or are
already dead.
[V.O.]
I’m alone. No baggage. No strings. No
connections. It’s why I do what I do.
[FADE OVER:]
[INSERT SUPERTITLE:]
[V.O.]
She shines like a light guiding me home. Just
like I remember her. No matter how long it’s
been, I still love The Agostina just the same.
Always have.
VALET:
Welcome back, sir. It’s been a while.
Alonzo tosses him the keys to the car and breezes past him,
ascending the entrance stairs, never revealing his face.
ALONZO:
Not long enough Fats.
FATS:
(yelling after him)
Business tonight?
ALONZO:
(to himself)
Always.
[V.O.]
She’s all glimmer and shine, hiding nothing more
than stiff drinks and dizzy dames. This place has
something for everyone… if you play your cards
right.
[V.O.]
But tonight, I don’t come here for what’s on the
menu.
[INT. – ELEVATOR.]
[V.O.]
I don’t mix business with pleasure. And tonight,
it’s all business.
The elevator doors open and Alonzo steps out into a softly-
lit hallway. Overhanging lights shine soft halos of light
on the dark carpet, guiding his footsteps to the only door
at the end of the hallway.
[V.O.]
Her secrets remind me of my own. All those lonely
nights years ago, when I’d step foot in here for
all the wrong reasons.
[V.O.]
He’d give me names. And a place and time. No
motives. No reason.
[V.O.]
A complete schedule for the end of a man’s life,
planned and scribbled out on little sheets of
paper. And I’d give him blood. No questions
asked.
Alonzo walks over to the gun wall, takes out the pistol
from his coat pocket and replaces it on a vacant spot on
the wall. He grabs a new silenced pistol. Beat. He grabs
another identical one and pockets that one too.
[V.O.]
It’s how we used to do it. It’s how it’s always
been done.
[V.O.]
And on nights like this, I can think of about
500,000 reasons why I’m here. And why I came back
to this town.
CUT TO:
At his feet rest TWO EMPTY BULLET CASINGS and THE DEALER’S
CARD – the ACE OF SPADES.
LOCKSMITH:
Huh? We’re uh… we’re closed…
ALONZO:
You’re always closed Locksmith.
The Locksmith lifts his hat from his sleepy eyes, surprised
at the muttering of this name. His face is wrinkled with
the passage of time – long years spent in this city. But
his eyes sharpen as they gaze upon a familiar face.
LOCKSMITH:
…Alonzo…?
ALONZO:
Good seeing you.
LOCKSMITH:
Alonzo! When… when’d you get back into town?
ALONZO:
Earlier tonight.
LOCKSMITH:
Oh it’s been too long my boy. Business again? Or
back for good this time?
ALONZO:
Business.
LOCKSMITH:
Oh… how many this time?
ALONZO:
Five names. Five heads.
LOCKSMITH:
A long job huh?
ALONZO:
A last job. An encore presentation for the city
that made me who I am.
LOCKSMITH:
Well that’s gotta pay a helluva lotta green. So
what’d ya need me for?
ALONZO:
I need your help. (Beat) I need to go home.
LOCKSMITH:
Let’s talk in the back.
LOCKSMITH:
I remember it like it was yesterday, you coming
in here… wide-eyed and stupid…
ALONZO:
I was young…
LOCKSMITH:
…but you were happy. That’s the boy I want to
remember.
LOCKSMITH:
That suitcase you’re carrying. Those guns in your
coat. The cards you deal…
ALONZO:
I didn’t come here for a lesson in morals…
LOCKSMITH:
I know I know… I’m not your father. But someone
had to keep you grounded after he bit the bullet.
Just because you live alone doesn’t mean you
don’t have others in your life.
ALONZO:
I know… I didn’t mean to –
LOCKSMITH:
I watched you grow up in this town. I watched you
lose more people around you than I care to
remember. You don’t need to explain yourself to
me son.
ALONZO:
Did you know then? That I’d turn out this way?
LOCKSMITH:
Good men do whatever’s necessary to survive in
this town. I never expected anything less from
you. And neither would your father.
ALONZO:
Then I’m sorry to disappoint you… and him…
LOCKSMITH:
You’re not a bad man Alonzo. I know that, even if
the world doesn’t.
ALONZO:
But do I know that?
LOCKSMITH:
Only you can know that.
ALONZO:
I’ve seen what this place does to good men.
Nothing’s changed.
LOCKSMITH:
Don’t rock the boat Alonzo. This city’s already
seasick enough. It ain’t like the old days no
more…
ALONZO:
As long as The Employer’s in control, this town
no different.
LOCKSMITH:
You might be right. There’s always something
pushing us to our place. To our roles. Most of
the time, it’s The Employer. But other times,
fate steps in.
ALONZO:
Steps in for what? I have no reason to be here.
Why should I even give a damn about this dump
anymore?
LOCKSMITH:
Go home and figure it out my boy.
[V.O.]
The Locksmith is old enough to know: in this
town, it ain’t the cops or judges who run things.
Here, The Employer holds the city’s balls in a
vice. Nobody knows who he is. Not even the old-
timers. Not even me.
Alonzo keeps his head down and quickens his pace. THE
FIGURE quickens. He walks through a small group of people.
THE FIGURE continue to follow through the group of people
and upon emerging on the other side, Alonzo is gone. THE
FIGURE stops, lost.
[V.O.]
Here, some things never change…
[V.O.]
…but some things do.
ALONZO:
Why are you following me?
WOMAN:
Put the gun away sweetheart.
ALONZO:
I won’t ask again.
WOMAN:
Do you really not recognize me anymore… Dealer?
WOMAN:
Or should I say… Lon?
She stares into the darkness, waiting. Beat. From the alley
shadows, Alonzo steps out, his face twisted in confusion.
He stares into her eyes, incredulous.
ALONZO:
…Adriana?
ADRIANA:
Good seeing you too handsome. Can we put the gun
away please?
ALONZO:
What are you doing here?
ADRIANA:
Came to see you. Heard you were back in town.
ALONZO:
You followed me.
ADRIANA:
You may be a tough man to find, but I knew you’d
go to the Agostina sooner or later. You always
loved that place more than anyone.
She approaches him and grabs his cigarette from his lips.
He stands frozen, watching her every move.
ADRIANA:
It’s been a while.
ALONZO:
Seven years.
ADRIANA:
Seven years? Seems like a lifetime ago…
ALONZO:
Not long enough.
ALONZO:
What do you want?
ADRIANA:
I need your help.
ALONZO:
No.
ADRIANA:
Don’t you wanna know what this is about?
ALONZO:
No.
ADRIANA:
Won’t you do it for me Lonnie? For him?
ALONZO:
I don’t owe you anything. And don’t call me that.
ADRIANA:
Sorry. Would you prefer “The Death Dealer?” Why
are still doing this? He putting you up to it
again?
ALONZO:
I owe him.
ADRIANA:
That was another life. We were young then.
ALONZO:
You’re right. That was another life… so drop it
Ana. And don’t come looking for me again.
ADRIANA:
Why won’t you look me in the eye Alonzo? Still
avoiding your past?
ADRIANA:
Still hunting the only enemy you can’t find?
ALONZO:
I can’t.
ADRIANA:
Can’t? Or won’t?
ALONZO:
I can’t forgive myself for what happened.
ADRIANA:
Why won’t you let that go? It’s been seven years.
Beat.
ALONZO:
Because I don’t want to let go. And because you
did so easily.
[CUT TO:]
[V.O.]
Adriana Moretti. I always said the day I saw her
again would be the day I put a bullet between her
eyes.
[V.O.]
What good is a man’s life if he comes home to
nothing? What good is a man’s home if an empty
room only feels emptier when he’s returned?
[V.O.]
She always tried so hard to make us work. To make
me a better man. But that was another life. And
as much as she tries now, I’m alone. No baggage.
No strings. No connections. It’s why I do what I
do.
[DREAM SEQUENCE]
CUT TO:
[V.O.]
It takes me less than 48 hours to remember this
town’s heartbeat. A heart of filth and lies and
death.
[V.O.]
A city’s secrets not unlike my own.
[V.O.]
Nights here still reek of lust and bad
consciences. And everyone tries to turn a blind
eye to the seedy underbelly of this town.
[V.O.]
But as much as I try to deny it, that knot in my
gut keeps growing, hard and fast, ever since I
got back to town, telling me something ain’t
right. And deep down I know, DEUCES was right.
This town ain’t the same.
[V.O.]
And I ain’t the man I used to be…
GIRL:
Hey what’s your deal mister?!
GIRL:
(feigning sweet & innocent)
Oh… whatever you say, sugah’.
ALONZO:
Salvatore “The Bull” Battista.
BULL:
Yea? You’re him, ain’t ya?
ALONZO:
The one and only.
BULL:
Yea… I heard of you. Your reputation
precedes you, my friend.
BULL:
“The Dealer,” they call you. So what can I do for
you, dealer-man? Or should I say, what can I do
for your employer?
ALONZO:
You know why I’m here.
BULL:
HA! Still running around doing his dirty work
huh? You wanna know a secret? Your boss is losing
it. This town ain’t his no more and he knows it.
Why else would he bring back a defect like you?
I’ll tell ya, your employer ain’t the man you
think he is… he’s a low-life… a disgrace! If he
had any balls he’d face me himself and not send
some half-wit puto to do me!
The Bull gets all worked up and springs to his feet. Alonzo
swiftly draws his gun, pointing straight at the forehead of
The Bull, stopping him.
ALONZO:
I’ll send him your best wishes.
In the meager light, a small frame walks out into the booth
– A LITTLE GIRL, no older than 5 or 6, tightly holding her
teddy bear, wearing flowery PJs. She rubs her sleepy eyes.
Alonzo freezes, the cold stare in his eyes now replaced
with genuine shock.
LITTLE GIRL:
…Daddy?
BULL:
Lizzie I told you to go to bed. Daddy’s busy
right now.
BULL:
Someone shoulda told you dealer-man. The house
always wins. And you better get it straight, my
friend. You’re playing in my house now.
BULL:
It’s very rude, entering a man’s home without so
much as a knock at the door. Didn’t your poppa
ever teach you that?
The Bull nonchalantly takes a drag of his cigar. He feigns
remorse.
BULL:
Oh that’s right… I almost forgot… It’s a shame
really. He was so young. We used to be such good
friends. But you had to go and disgrace him like
that. Tsk tsk. No wonder things turned out the
way it did…
A slow gargle exhales from The Bull as his body falls limp
to the ground – dead.
ALONZO:
It’s done.
Alonzo feels the guilt course through his body as her young
eyes pierce his armor. He can’t take his eyes off the
little girl. An ancient sadness washes over his eyes… as if
this scenario reminds him of something long forgotten…
FATS:
Hell Mr. D, where’d you get this beauty?
ALONZO:
Get rid of this one Fats.
FATS:
Aw you sure? Look at it!
ALONZO:
Do it.
FATS:
(yelling after him)
Business tonight?
ALONZO:
(to himself)
Not tonight.
[V.O.]
I run back to the only place in town I feel safe.
And she takes me in just like I remember. But
this time, the smell stops me in my tracks and
almost makes me forget what I just did to that
little girl.
[V.O.]
Her sweet perfume cuts through all the blood on
my hands and hits me square in the mug.
The bar is dark and elegant, rich mahogany wood lines the
walls. Intricate chandeliers spot the ceiling. All around,
thick leather booths surround polished stone tables. A lone
bartender busies behind the counter, wearing a crisp vest
and bowtie.
[V.O.]
And just like that first day I met her, I can’t
resist her.
[V.O.]
I don’t want to resist her.
ALONZO:
A shot of the strong stuff tonight, Tiny. And
keep it coming.
TINY:
Yes sir.
ADRIANA:
Tough night at work, Dealer?
ALONZO:
Something like that.
ADRIANA:
Haven’t seen you this flustered in a while. Musta
been quite the job.
ALONZO:
Why are you still here Ana?
ADRIANA:
I told you. I need to talk to you.
ALONZO:
Why come to me? There’s plenty of bums looking
for a quick buck in this town.
ADRIANA:
Because I trust you. Tell me the truth Lonnie,
how’s the new life? Is it everything you
expected?
Beat. Alonzo finally looks into her eyes. His glaze of
toughness evaporates, replaced with an ancient sadness that
was long bottled up.
ALONZO:
It is what it is – hell without you baby.
ADRIANA:
It never had to be like that. We could have made
it work…
ALONZO:
I couldn’t do it Ana. Not after what happened.
ADRIANA:
You still think about him?
ALONZO:
How could I not? Not everyone can bury the past
as easily as you…
ADRIANA:
You think it was easy for me? I didn’t get over
it, I accepted it.
ALONZO:
I don’t want to accept it.
ADRIANA:
He had your eyes you know…
ALONZO:
I know. Why do you think I left?
ADRIANA:
I know why you left. But nothing we do now can
change what happened then… I miss him just as
much as you do… but we gotta move on Alonzo…
things change. You’re back here now. And so am I.
ALONZO:
I’m only here for business.
ADRIANA:
Won’t you help me then… I’m not asking for much
Lonnie. Just for your help. Someone’s after me. A
man in nothing but black… with a scarlet rose
pinned on his lapel…
ALONZO:
You have your connections straight in this town.
You don’t need me.
ADRIANA:
This is bigger than just you or me. Whoever this
is ain’t just going for my blood, they’re going
for my family. And maybe even the city.
ALONZO:
How do you know that?
ADRIANA:
Last week, the Armone poppa was found dead in his
bathtub, soaking in a pool of his own blood for
nearly 2 days. Last night, Lou Battista bit the
bullet in his own home. They found his body this
morning, picked apart by a swarm of crows…
ALONZO:
Why should I care?
ADRIANA:
You know better than anyone, if you want someone
dead in this town, The Employer takes care of it.
Clean and quiet. These weren’t clean or quiet.
This wasn’t The Employer. These were meant to
send a message to the Households.
ALONZO:
The Households? You don’t believe in that do you?
ADRIANA:
It’s a truce for this city, not the damned Easter
bunny Lon. You should know the importance of
that. Your father died protecting his name. Your
name.
ALONZO:
He’s dead now.
ADRIANA:
Then won’t you help me? If the Battista and Luzio
lines are cut, the Moretti legacy’s in the
crosshairs. And deep down, I know… I’m next.
Whoever’s been following me Lonnie… they’re gonna
use me to get to my father.
ALONZO:
Franco Moretti’s outlasted bullets before. Why
should your father be afraid of some lowly thugs?
ADRIANA:
If there’s one thing I learned when we were
together, it’s how to spot a man that’s up to no
good. My father’s been getting threats. Scarlet
roses… stained red with blood… Lonnie please…
he’s not safe in this city… and for the first
time in a long time, I don’t feel safe either… I
don’t know where else to go or who else to go to…
if it’s money you’re looking for –-
ALONZO:
This ain’t about business Ana. You shouldn’t have
come to me…
ADRIANA:
Will you drop the tough guy act? I came to you
because I still think of you… because I still lay
awake wondering where you are… wondering if
you’re safe… or if that job of yours finally
caught up with you…
ALONZO:
I did fine without you. And I’m doing fine now.
ADRIANA:
I know. But tell me the truth, what we had
couldn’t have been that bad… even someone as cold
as you can’t forget everything we shared. You
can’t just ditch your past so easily Lonnie.
ALONZO:
I hold onto only what I need…
ADRIANA:
I get it, you don’t need me. But I still need
you.
ALONZO:
I’m not the same man anymore. Why are you still
holding on to what we used to have?
ADRIANA:
Because I want to. And because you let us go so
easily.
Beat. Alonzo’s words are shoved back in his face. He’s
speechless and can’t bear to look her in the eye. She
calmly slides a key over to him on the bar counter,
understanding.
ADRIANA:
I have the old room. If you want to talk, you
know where I’ll be.
[V.O.]
I run to the only place in town I feel safe.
[V.O.]
And she takes me in just like I remember.
[INT. – ELEVATOR.]
Alonzo pulls out his ring of keys in one hand. In his other
hand, he holds Adriana’s key. Beat. The elevator doors
close on him.
[V.O.]
Her secrets remind me of my own. All those nights
years ago, when I’d step foot in here for all the
wrong reasons.
[V.O.]
But I don’t come here for what’s on the menu.
The feet stop. A door slides open, spilling a ray of light
into the dim hallway. Adriana stands at the door, half
behind the door, emotionless. Alonzo stands at the doorway.
He looks into her eyes. Beat.
V.O.]
I don’t mix business with pleasure. Not anymore.
[V.O.]
And tonight, I ain’t here for business.
Gloved hands reach down and retrieve THE DEALER’S CARD. But
before leaving, THE SHADOW waits. It kneels down to the
height of a little girl – LIZZIE BATTISTA – and extends a
hand.
Afraid and lost, she slowly clutches onto the gloved hand.
Both figures, hand in hand, turn and walk out the club.
TILT up THE SHADOW’s body as he leads Lizzie out the door -
clad in a long coat, black as the night, opulent and thick.
A top-hat drenches the face in shadow. A vibrant SCARLET
RED ROSE is pinned on the lapel.