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TIFFANY EVANS... In Stores Now!!.......................................................
........................TONY
So you wanna play hunh! You wanna' play rough? Say hello
to my little friend here.
KARROOOOMPH!
The rocket tears down the door and blows the Columbian
punks off the landing into the foyer. It sounds like
Armageddon, one of the hitters screaming, smoke billowing
wildly.
Tony, at the height of his mad glory, steps out at the apex
of the stairs, firing his machine gun and yelling.TONY
Whores! Cowards! You think you
can kill me with lousy
bullets hunh?
A hitter tumbles down the left-hand stair.
More Shots...
Another hitter tumbles down the right-hand stair.TONY
Who you think I am?
f*ckin' I kill all you assholes.
f*ckin' hell! I take you all to hellShoots Left. Right.
Another hitter drops, screaming, off the stairs into the
pool below.
A grenade goes off. Tony is hit again, but keeps on firing
away. Laughing like a madman.TONY
You need an army you hear! An army
to kill me!Behind him we see the remainder of the pound of cocaine go
up in a burst of wind, whipping around the office in auras
of white. It is a ghostly effect out of which now appears
the face of the Skull moving from the terrace towards
Tony's back with a sawed-off shotgun. _TONY
Ha ha ha ha ha! You whores, you
scum, I piss in your faces !!!! Ha
ha ha ha ha!!The Skull, now inches from Tony's back, pulls the trigger
and blows Tony's spine out his belly.
Tony crashes forward over the bannister into the interior
swimming pool below.He floats quietly face down in the lit blue waters.
As the titles begin their crawl up, the music theme is
expressive salsa with a dash of gaiety.The camera moving off Tony to catch the reflection of the
lit sculpture on the surface of the still waters. It says:
"THE WORLD IS YOURS"And so, for the brief moment, it was.Our camera now distancing itself from the body in the pool,
panning past the dream villa, past the shambles and the
wealth, past the hitters pillaging and looting and drawing
that obscene word "Chivato" in blood on the outside walls,
past the stacks of cash blowing across the floor like
leaves in autumn, with the looters running after it across
the busted door with the tropic wind blowing down Coconut
Grove -- to the Miami skyline across Biscayne BayTHE END..
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