When In Caesars Palace

FADE IN:

INT. TENEMENT BUILDING, HARLEM, NYC - DAY

Two white plainclothes COPS are moving rapidly up a dark

staircase.  They are holding drawn pistols.  They reach a

floor and move down the hallway to a door.  One of the COPS

bangs on the door.

COP #1

NYPD! Devon Barnes, open the

fuckin' door!

Footsteps and voices are heard within the apartment.  The

footsteps move towards the door.

MAN #1

What the fuck you want?  If you

ain't got no paper, get the fuck

outta here.

COP #1

(holding up badge to

peephole)

Here's the only paper I need,

bitch!  Now open the fuckin' door,

Barnes.  We just need to talk to

you for a second.

The door opens slightly, and MAN #1 peers out.  He looks at

the two COPS and decides to open the door a little more.  COP

#1 kicks the door open all the way and COP #2 bursts in.  COP

#1 throws MAN #1 to the ground and covers him with his

pistol.

INT. APARTMENT - DAY

COP #2

Everybody get your fuckin' hands in

the air!  Do it now!

Three men are seated on a filthy living room set in the

trashed apartment.  The men sense something is wrong. One man

reaches for a pistol on the coffee table.

COP #2 (CONT'D)

Don't touch that weapon! Fuckin'

stop!

The man's hand touches the weapon.  COP #2 fires a shot into

the man.  Chaos erupts as the other men leap up from the

couch.

COP #1

Billy! Just do everybody!

COP #2

(deadpan)

Hey, whatever you say...

COP #2 fires his pistol at the remaining two men, killing

them.  COP #1 fires his pistol into the head of MAN #1 who is

still face down on the floor. The COPS flee the apartment and

race out to the street where they enter their car.

INT. CAR - DAY

COP #2

(laughing)

Holy shit! That was a fuckin' freak

show!  I'm so pumped right now!

Woo hoo!

COP #1

(driving and shaking head

in wonder)

You were goddamn John Wayne back

there.  Bam, bam, bam!  Never seen

no shit like that!

COP #2

(laughing)

I love this cop thing.  Gets you

into all the best places.

COP #1

(agreeing and gesturing

with his badge)

God bless eBay.  You can buy any

fuckin' thing there.

COP #2

No shit.  Gotta love technology.

I'm fuckin' starved...let's find

someplace to eat.  How about that

diner on the East Side you took me

to last month?  Uhhh,

"Henrietta's?"

COP #1

(laughing)

Nah, "Hanrahan's," ya dumb Irish

fuck!   Hey, go ahead and text the

Guinea.  Say, "The fried chicken

was great.  Thanks for the recipe."

COP #2 uses a cellphone and taps out the text message.  Upon

completion, COP #2 wipes the cellphone with a rag and drops

it out the window where it is run over by traffic and

shatters.

COP #2

So who is this Guinea anyway?

COP #1

Just some douchebag spaghetti eater

Frankie met in juvie.  They get

together now and then.  Frankie

says he's an up and comer in the

Jersey Mob.  The Guinea's doing a

favor for Johnny Sack.

COP #2

(impressed)

THE Johnny Sack?  The one who runs

the Lupertazzi crew?

COP #1

Yeah, the very same. Those niggers

had been ripping off some of his

operations in Harlem.

COP #2

(excited)

Those stupid ass motherfuckers! I

guess Frankie's gonna get some

brownie points outta this.  And us

too.