Episode 7
“You only Live Twice”
INT. BROOKLYN - LOMBARDO'S - AFTERNOON
Stringer’s waiting in the back booth. Morris and Rocco him.
MORRIS
You slipped, the Secret Service,
Police Helicopters, You're a lucky
man.
STRINGER
I need a few more days, and I think
I can get this behind me.
ROCCO
What's next?
STRINGER
What’s was the name of the crazy
bastard that was leader of the Baby
Cojones gang.
MORRIS
You mean, Noodge.
STRINGER
Yea, that's the guy!
EXT. BROOKLYN - LOMBARDO'S - AFTERNOON
Stringer, Rocco and Morris walk out of LOMBARDO'S, jump into a CAB, and Noodge is behind the wheel.
NOODGE
Stringer, You owe me one!
Morris and Rocco get out at the next intersection.
EXT. NEW YORK - JFK - AFTERNOON
THREE HITMEN in black suits, with carry-on luggage exit a flight from SOUTH AMERICA.
The Hitmen walk quietly past customs, they have political immunity. The three men walk through the AIRPORT and outside to a waiting black four door Mercedes. The three Hitmen have instructions from high government officials to settle a score with Stringer.
Colonel Hackman has promised Federal authorities, Stringer will cooperate as a Federal Witness against the drug cartel in BOLIVIA.
Bolivian President is not happy with Stringer cooperating with Federal Authorities.
He orders a hit on Stringer.
INT. BROOKLYN - CAB - AFTERNOON
Noodge is texting, while driving the cab.
STRINGER
Thanks, old chap.
Stringer watches Noodge Text, Noodge is very nervous.
NOODGE
We're almost there.
STRINGER
Where's there?
Stringer looks down at his cell phone, there's a message from Morris.
CELL PHONE MESSAGE
Noodge is working for the cartel.
Stringer looks out the back window and observes a black Mercedes shadowing the cab.
NOODGE
Noodge is driving and talking while looking in the rear view mirror. How long have we known each other Stringer?
STRINGER
Long enough to know you don't fuck
with me Noodge.
NOODGE
I was afraid you would say that.
Stringer looks out the back window of the CAB, a Black Mercedes is dangerously close.
STRINGER
Your setting me up Noodge. Next corner make a quick left.
NOODGE
Why?
STRINGER
Just fuck'n do what I say mate or I’ll blow your head off ! Just do it.
Noodge slams his palm against the steering wheel, he knows nothing good will be coming next. Next corner the cab turns right. The Mercedes is on his ass.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You wouldn't be working with the
Bolivian Cartel, would you mate?
NOODGE
I have no idea what you're talking
about.
Stringer pulls out a handgun.
STRINGER
Let's try that again mate, are you
working with the Bolivian Cartel?
Ok mate, do what I say or you are a
dead man, understand?
NOODGE
Ah, Look man, I got nothing to do with this.
STRINGER
Step on it, make a left into that
parking structure.
The Mercedes follows. The CAB races through the first floor headed for the second level. The BOLIVIANS in the Mercedes open fire. The Mercedes stops for a car backing out.
NOODGE
Man, I don't know how they found
out.
BOLIVIAN HITMAN
On his cell phone with the BOLIVIAN EMBASSY in NEW YORK.
This is RICARDO, put me through to
the President.
The secretary at the BOLIVIAN EMBASSY.
BOLIVIAN PRESIDENT
Speaks on his cell phone.
have you completed your work?
BOLIVIAN HITMAN
Into cellphone
He will be dead within the next few
minutes.
Now the two cars are traveling quickly through the parking structure.
NOODGE
What are we doing?
STRINGER
So you get your drugs from Bolivia,
eh Mate?
NOODGE
What do you mean?
STRINGER
Stop the cab, asshole. Only one man can save you certain death sorry to say I’m not that man, Get out!
The cab stops. Stringer jumps out, opens the drivers door. He drags Noodge out of the drivers seat, throws him out into the path of the Mercedes.
NOODGE
What the Fuck man?
STRINGER
Don't play with me, shit head.
The Mercedes hits Noodge, sends him flying, second Hitman in the Mercedes opens the back passenger door, Noodge is pasted against a parked car, the Hitman grabs a bloody Noodge and throws him into the back seat.
Stringer is now driving the cab. Stringer slams the cab into drive, ricochets off of parked cars. Pedal to the metal he accelerates. The BOLIVIAN Hitman open fire. The driver steps on the accelerator. And speeds up to the next floor.
HITMAN 1
Grabs Noodge.
You're no good to us, we need Stringer dead.
Hitman 1 puts a bullet in Noodge’s head. The BOLIVIANS have floored it and are seconds behind Stringer. Stringer speeds to the top floor of the parking structure finds a blind spot. Puts the car in reverse and quickly parks, facing the guard rail, waiting for the Mercedes.
The Mercedes speeds up to the top floor, Stringer floors the cab into the drivers side passenger doors. The BOLIVIANS are defenseless as Stringers car torpedoes into the side of the Mercedes. The THREE BOLIVIAN Hitmen recover from the initial collision and now have barrels blazing targeting Stringer, he backs up then accelerates again.
The side of the Mercedes is smashed in, the crunch of metal is heard, side windows, back windows, air bags exploding, as Stringer crashes into the Mercedes, once twice three times
The Hitmen are trapped, screeching metal, glass shatters, and air-bags explode. The airbag crushes the driver in the front seat. The drivers foot is stuck to the accelerator. Tires are burning, wheels are spinning, flames erupt. Stringer pushes the Mercedes through guard rail.
STRINGER
Buckle Your seat belts Mates and
kiss your bums goodbye!
The Mercedes lands on the top of cars in a vacant lot below catches fire and blows up. Stringer’s vehicle hangs over the rail by a thread. Stringer exits, pats the roof, gives it a nudge, the cab falls three stories next to the burning Mercedes.
Stringer moves quickly down to the floor below, breaks the driver side window of a sports car with his elbow, hot wires the car, and drives down the three floors back to the exit. Stringer is home free, calmly drives off.
Fire trucks and Paramedics with sirens wailing speed past Stringer coming from the opposite direction. Stringer drives a few blocks, parks the car, grabs a bus to New York Harbor.
“You only Live Twice”
INT. BROOKLYN - LOMBARDO'S - AFTERNOON
Stringer’s waiting in the back booth. Morris and Rocco him.
MORRIS
You slipped, the Secret Service,
Police Helicopters, You're a lucky
man.
STRINGER
I need a few more days, and I think
I can get this behind me.
ROCCO
What's next?
STRINGER
What’s was the name of the crazy
bastard that was leader of the Baby
Cojones gang.
MORRIS
You mean, Noodge.
STRINGER
Yea, that's the guy!
Stringer, Rocco and Morris walk out of LOMBARDO'S, jump into a CAB, and Noodge is behind the wheel.
NOODGE
Stringer, You owe me one!
Morris and Rocco get out at the next intersection.
EXT. NEW YORK - JFK - AFTERNOON
THREE HITMEN in black suits, with carry-on luggage exit a flight from SOUTH AMERICA.
The Hitmen walk quietly past customs, they have political immunity. The three men walk through the AIRPORT and outside to a waiting black four door Mercedes. The three Hitmen have instructions from high government officials to settle a score with Stringer.
Colonel Hackman has promised Federal authorities, Stringer will cooperate as a Federal Witness against the drug cartel in BOLIVIA.
Bolivian President is not happy with Stringer cooperating with Federal Authorities.
He orders a hit on Stringer.
INT. BROOKLYN - CAB - AFTERNOON
Noodge is texting, while driving the cab.
STRINGER
Thanks, old chap.
Stringer watches Noodge Text, Noodge is very nervous.
NOODGE
We're almost there.
STRINGER
Where's there?
Stringer looks down at his cell phone, there's a message from Morris.
CELL PHONE MESSAGE
Noodge is working for the cartel.
Stringer looks out the back window and observes a black Mercedes shadowing the cab.
NOODGE
Noodge is driving and talking while looking in the rear view mirror. How long have we known each other Stringer?
STRINGER
Long enough to know you don't fuck
with me Noodge.
NOODGE
I was afraid you would say that.
Stringer looks out the back window of the CAB, a Black Mercedes is dangerously close.
STRINGER
Your setting me up Noodge. Next corner make a quick left.
NOODGE
Why?
STRINGER
Just fuck'n do what I say mate or I’ll blow your head off ! Just do it.
Noodge slams his palm against the steering wheel, he knows nothing good will be coming next. Next corner the cab turns right. The Mercedes is on his ass.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You wouldn't be working with the
Bolivian Cartel, would you mate?
I have no idea what you're talking
about.
Stringer pulls out a handgun.
STRINGER
Let's try that again mate, are you
working with the Bolivian Cartel?
Ok mate, do what I say or you are a
dead man, understand?
NOODGE
Ah, Look man, I got nothing to do with this.
STRINGER
Step on it, make a left into that
parking structure.
The Mercedes follows. The CAB races through the first floor headed for the second level. The BOLIVIANS in the Mercedes open fire. The Mercedes stops for a car backing out.
NOODGE
Man, I don't know how they found
out.
BOLIVIAN HITMAN
On his cell phone with the BOLIVIAN EMBASSY in NEW YORK.
This is RICARDO, put me through to
the President.
The secretary at the BOLIVIAN EMBASSY.
BOLIVIAN PRESIDENT
Speaks on his cell phone.
have you completed your work?
BOLIVIAN HITMAN
Into cellphone
He will be dead within the next few
minutes.
Now the two cars are traveling quickly through the parking structure.
NOODGE
What are we doing?
STRINGER
So you get your drugs from Bolivia,
eh Mate?
NOODGE
What do you mean?
STRINGER
Stop the cab, asshole. Only one man can save you certain death sorry to say I’m not that man, Get out!
The cab stops. Stringer jumps out, opens the drivers door. He drags Noodge out of the drivers seat, throws him out into the path of the Mercedes.
NOODGE
What the Fuck man?
STRINGER
Don't play with me, shit head.
The Mercedes hits Noodge, sends him flying, second Hitman in the Mercedes opens the back passenger door, Noodge is pasted against a parked car, the Hitman grabs a bloody Noodge and throws him into the back seat.
Stringer is now driving the cab. Stringer slams the cab into drive, ricochets off of parked cars. Pedal to the metal he accelerates. The BOLIVIAN Hitman open fire. The driver steps on the accelerator. And speeds up to the next floor.
Grabs Noodge.
You're no good to us, we need Stringer dead.
Hitman 1 puts a bullet in Noodge’s head. The BOLIVIANS have floored it and are seconds behind Stringer. Stringer speeds to the top floor of the parking structure finds a blind spot. Puts the car in reverse and quickly parks, facing the guard rail, waiting for the Mercedes.
The Mercedes speeds up to the top floor, Stringer floors the cab into the drivers side passenger doors. The BOLIVIANS are defenseless as Stringers car torpedoes into the side of the Mercedes. The THREE BOLIVIAN Hitmen recover from the initial collision and now have barrels blazing targeting Stringer, he backs up then accelerates again.
The side of the Mercedes is smashed in, the crunch of metal is heard, side windows, back windows, air bags exploding, as Stringer crashes into the Mercedes, once twice three times
The Hitmen are trapped, screeching metal, glass shatters, and air-bags explode. The airbag crushes the driver in the front seat. The drivers foot is stuck to the accelerator. Tires are burning, wheels are spinning, flames erupt. Stringer pushes the Mercedes through guard rail.
STRINGER
Buckle Your seat belts Mates and
kiss your bums goodbye!
The Mercedes lands on the top of cars in a vacant lot below catches fire and blows up. Stringer’s vehicle hangs over the rail by a thread. Stringer exits, pats the roof, gives it a nudge, the cab falls three stories next to the burning Mercedes.
Stringer moves quickly down to the floor below, breaks the driver side window of a sports car with his elbow, hot wires the car, and drives down the three floors back to the exit. Stringer is home free, calmly drives off.
Fire trucks and Paramedics with sirens wailing speed past Stringer coming from the opposite direction. Stringer drives a few blocks, parks the car, grabs a bus to New York Harbor.
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