Six Little Lies – Part 4

©Zig Bingham

A Work in Progress.  First Draft Released as Written.

Part Four

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INT. LEON’S OFFICE – NIGHT
Despite being the wrong side of 50 LEON is not a man you want to fuck with, that much is clear. He’s the sort of man who would rip out your eyes for looking at him sideways on a good day.
And this is not a good day

LEON
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN BIG ARNOLD IS DEAD?

He’s shouting into the speaker phone.

SKINNY PETE
(on speaker)

Three maybe four shots in the alley…

LEON
WHAT THE FUCK WAS HE DOING IN A FUCKING ALLEY?

SKINNY PETE
One of his bitches.

LEON
WHICH ONE… WHICH FUCKING ONE?

Skinny Pete takes his time to answer.

SKINNY PETE
We don’t know.

LEON
FIND OUT! Where’s the cops?

SKINNY PETE
Here, turning the place over.

LEON
FUCK!

Leon looks into the room and his mini entourage. DEL BONO mid forties second in command as mean and as dangerous as his boss and LOUIS J. Leon’s maniac kid, 22 with his fathers fucked up eyes.
Louis steps forward.

LOUIS
You want me…

LEON
Go. Find out who knows what.

LOUIS heads out of the room.

SKINNY PETE
You mean me?

LEON
NO YOU FUCKING RETARD! YOU STAY THE FUCK PUT. MAKE SURE THAT FUCKING COP WE’RE PAYING STARTS EARNING HIS FUCKING WAGE!

SKINNY PETE
Ok Boss… I’ll get on the…

Leon fist smashes down on the end call button.
And there’s a long silence. Del Bono knows better than to interrupt immediately.

DEL
You thinking what I’m thinking.

Leon shrugs it off.

DEL (CONT’D)
We know it’s been coming. Kumarin’s been pushing it.

Leon turns and looks out the window at his city below.

DEL (CONT’D)
Maybe he’s more ready that we thought.

Long pause.

LEON
You think it’s started?

Del thinks maybe.

LEON (CONT’D)
OK Go find where that Russian prick is and get him on the phone. No Wait…

DEL
Yeah?

LEON
No. Let’s surprise him.

EXT. THE CLUB – NIGHT
Jack turns the corner in the street sweaty and tired from the chase. He looks to the club and sees a couple of police cars and couple of cops trying to control the crowd. Patrons are lined on the pavement looking back into the club with onlookers gawping.
The two Bobbies are not giving statements to the poor schmo in uniform who’s trying real hard to take one.
Jack walks past the door and to the alley. He starts to walk up the alley only to be blocked by his Super intendant. CHARLES “MAC” MACKLASKY.

MACKLASKY
Turn around Jack.

JACK
Mac. I got to…

MACKLASKY
Not here you don’t. Let’s go for a walk.

Jack turns and walks with his boss.

MACKLASKY (CONT’D)
What you doing here? You fucking moonlighting. For them?

JACK
Just trying to keep busy.

MACKLASKY
Don’t be a prick Jack. It suits you. You’re fucking blowing it. You know that?

JACK
You want to hear my side of the story.

Mac ignores his old friend.

MACKLASKY
I told you about this. (Pointing to the Club) This is fucking your chances.

JACK
Fuck PSD. They’ve already got me pegged.

Mac stops Jack.

MACKLASKY
No. Fuck you. I pulled strings to get you out and you pull this…?

JACK
I didn’t ask you.

Everything about Mac says fuck you too.
Jack doesn’t say sorry.
Not his style.

MACKLASKY
Did you see it happen?

JACK
I got there too late. Chased the gunman.

MACKLASKY
You get a look?

JACK
6 foot, blond hair, blue eyes. In good shape. Really good shape.

MACKLASKY
We know him?

JACK
No. Might be military… Ex… The way he moved. I don’t know. I lost him up at the steps.

MACKLASKY
Russian?

JACK
Could be. Maybe. Things have been getting pretty fucked up lately.

Jacks tone changes.

JACK (CONT’D)
I’m in the middle of something Mac. If Kumarin’s making a move then shit’s going south real fucking fast… maybe my rep can work in my favour.

Mac thinks long and hard. He really wants to take Jack in.
Jack is a royal pain in the arse.
His arse.
But Jack is right.
There is a move here.

MACKLASKY
What’s the play?

JACK
Leon will want to have a word with me. Get me pulling some strings…

MACKLASKY
They still trust you?

JACK
No.

Jack waits as Mac thinks some more.

MACKLASKY
Ok. You check in with me first thing in the morning.

JACK
Mac… it’s already morning.

MACKLASKY
Do you work at being a prick?

JACK
I wouldn’t call it work.

Jack walks off and Mac goes back to the club.
At the end of the road Del Bono pulls up in his menacing motor.

JACK (CONT’D)
I was just coming to see you.

DEL
Get in the fucking car Dickhead.

Jack obliges and the car pulls away.

INT. LEON’S OFFICE – NIGHT
Jack strolls into Leon’s office, Del not far behind. Leon sits at his desk staring at Jack.
Jack looks around for a chair and reaches for one. Del stops him.
Jack looks to Del then Leon.

JACK
Really?

Leon motions to Del to relax. Jack doesn’t thank Leon he simply sits down.

JACK (CONT’D)
Six foot. Athletic build. In good shape. Blue eyes. You know him?

LEON
We talking about the shooter?

JACK
What else?

LEON
You want to tell me what you said to the Chief Inspector?

JACK
You want to tell me why PSD is still having a pop at me?

LEON
Well I can guess but I don’t give a shit about your problems right now. Right now The club is crawling with filth and Big Arnold is dead and I’m told you were seen running from the scene of the crime.

JACK
And I called it in.

LEON
YOU WHAT?

JACK
I called it in.

LEON
You don’t do a thing ‘til I tell you to do a thing.

JACK
I’m a cop.

LEON
No. You’re my cop.

JACK
I ain’t yours.

LEON
You take my money. That makes you mine.

JACK
I don’t take your money. We trade information.

Jack gets up…

JACK (CONT’D)
…admittedly mostly for money.

… and is punched in the kidneys by Del which knocks him back into his chair.

LEON
You trying to make me angry?

Jack gets back up and is punched again and again ends up back in the chair.

LEON (CONT’D)
Will you fucking sit down?

JACK
Can I get a drink?

LEON
(to Del)
Get the man a drink. Get me one too.

Del makes the drinks and brings them over.

LEON (CONT’D)
Now you want to tell me what the fuck is going on?

JACK
Six foot, athletic build… blonde. Blue eyes. You know him?

Leon looks to Del who shrugs.

LEON
You lost him?

JACK
Yeah the fucker was fast. What was Arnold up to.

LEON
You think I’m going to tell you?

JACK
How can I do my job if you don’t share?

LEON
How do I know what job you’re doing before I share?

JACK
Leon. We’ve know each other a long time. When have you’ve known me to do anything that was anything but self-serving.

LEON
That’s the trouble with you. You got no code.

JACK
I see the kid’s not about and you send out Del here to pick me up… Something’s going on… You worried about something? You think the Russians are making a move?

Jack looks around at specifically at Del.

JACK (CONT’D)
Yeah thought so.

Jack gets up but this time looks around as if asking for permission.

LEON
Get the fuck out of here.

Jack walks out still sipping from the glass.

LEON (CONT’D)
Leave the fucking glass.

Jack pauses drinks the last bit of whiskey and holds the glass out for Del to take it. The exchange of looks is cold from both men.
Jack leaves and Del comes back to his boss.

DEL
I don’t understand why you put up with that fuck…

LEON
I know Del. I know you don’t.

Leon swivels around and peers out of the window down on the street at Jack Leaving.

LEON (CONT’D)
Keep an eye on him.

 

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