Quentin Tarantino's

HOLDAWAY

What's the matter, Newendyke? Job

too tough for ya? No one lied to

you. You always knew we'd hang

back until Joe Cabot showed up.

FREDDY

Oh this is great. You ain't

giving me no fuckin protection

whatsoever. But you are giving me

an attitude.

HOLDAWAY

Since when does an undercover cop

have protection? Freddy, you came

into this thing with your eyes

wide open, so don't start screamin

blind man now. I understand

you're nervous. I wish the

warehouse had more visible

windows, but it doesn't. We have

to make do with the cards we're

dealt.

FREDDY

I didn't say I wasn't gonna do it.

I'm just remarking on how shitty

the situation is!

HOLDAWAY

I don't mean to be harsh with ya,

but I've found tough love works

best in these situations. We have

to get Joe Cabot in the company of

the thieves and in the same

vicinity as the loot.

We don't care about these other

bastards. We're willing to offer

them good deals to testify against

Cabot.

FREDDY

Isn't this risk unorthodox?

HOLDAWAY

What?

FREDDY

Letting them go ahead with the

robbery?

HOLDAWAY

The whole idea behind this

operation is to catch Joe Cabot

red-handed. We bust these hired

hands, we ain't accomplished shit.

Letting them go through with the

heist is a risk, but Cabot's jobs

are very clean. We got people

surrounding the perimeter. We got

a guy and a gal on the inside

posing as a couple shopping for

rings. We could replace the

employees with cops, but we'd run

the risk of tipping 'em off.

FREDDY

That's out. They know the faces

of who works what shift.

HOLDAWAY

These guys are professionals.

We're professionals. It's a risk,

but I think it's a calculated

risk.

45 EXT. KARINA'S FINE JEWELRY - DAY

We see MOS SHOTS of the outside of the jewelry store.

CUSTOMERS coming and going. STORE CLERKS waiting on

customers through the windows.

While we look at this we HEAR over the soundtrack Mr.

White and Freddy talking OFF SCREEN.

MR. WHITE (VO)

Let's go over it. Where are you?

FREDDY (VO)

I stand outside and guard the

door. I don't let anybody come in

or go out.

MR. WHITE (VO)

Mr. Brown?

FREDDY (VO)

Mr. Brown stays in the car. He's

parked across the street till I

give him the signal, then he pulls

up in front of the store.

MR. WHITE (VO)

Mr. Blonde and Mr. Blue?

FREDDY (VO)

Crowd control. They handle

customers and employees in the

display area.

46 INT. MR. WHITE'S CAR (PARKED) - DAY

Mr. White and Freddy sit in a car parked across the street

from the jewelry store, staking it out.

MR. WHITE

Myself and Mr. Pink?

FREDDY

You two take the manager in the

back and make him give you the

diamonds. We're there for those

stones, period. Since no display

cases are being fucked with, no

alarms should go off. We're out

of there in two minutes, not one

second longer. What if the

manager won't give up the

diamonds?

MR. WHITE

When you're dealing with a store

like this, they're insured up the

ass. They're not supposed to give

you and resistance

whatsoever. If you get a customer

or an employee who thinks he's

Charles Bronson, take the butt of

your gun and smash their nose in.

Drops 'em right to the floor.

Everyone jumps, he falls down,

screaming, blood squirts out his

nose. Freaks everybody out.

Nobody says fuckin shit after

that. You might get some bitch

talk shit to ya. But give her a

look, like you're gonna smash her

in the face next. Watch her shut

the fuck up. Now if it's a

manager, that's a different story.

The managers know better than to

fuck around. So if one's givin

you static, he probably thinks

he's a real cowboy. So what you

gotta do is break that son-of-a-

bitch in two. If you wanna know

something and he won't tell you,

cut off one of his fingers. The

little one. Then you tell 'im his

thumb's next. After that he'll

tell ya if he wears ladies

underwear. I'm hungry, let's get

a taco.

CUT TO:

47 EXT. ALLEY - DAY

It's the moment of the robbery. The alley is empty.

In the distance we hear all hell breaking loose. Guns

FIRING, people SHOUTING and SCREAMING, sirens WAILING,

glass BREAKING...

A car whips around the corner, into the alley.

The doors BURST open, Freddy and Mr. White hop out.

Freddy opens the driver's side door. A bloody SCREAMING

Mr. Brown FALLS out.

MR. BROWN

(screaming)

My eyes! My eyes! I'm blind, I'm

fucking blind!

FREDDY

You're not blind, there's just

blood in your eyes.

Mr. White loads his two .45 automatics. He RUNS to the

end of the alley just as a police car comes into SIGHT.

FIRING both .45's, Mr. White massacres everyone in the

patrol car.

Freddy, holding the dying Mr. Brown, looks on at Mr.

White's ambush in shock.

Mr. Brown lifts his head up, blood in his eyes.

MR. BROWN

Mr. Orange? You're Mr. Orange,

aren't you?

By the time Freddy turns his head back to him, Mr. Brown

is dead.

Mr. White RUNS up to Freddy.

MR. WHITE

Is he dead?

Freddy doesn't answer, he can't.

MR. WHITE

Did he did or not?

Freddy, scared.

FREDDY

I'm sorry.

MR. WHITE

What? Snap out of it!

Mr. White GRABS Freddy by the coat and YANKS him along as

he RUNS.

They EXIT the alley and FLEE down a street.

A car with a FEMALE DRIVER comes up on the two men.

Mr. White JUMPS in her path, stopping the car. He points

his jun at her.

MR. WHITE

Get us outta here!

Mr. White climbs into the backseat.

Freddy starts to climb in.

The Female driver comes up with a gun from under her seat.

MR. WHITE

The bitch's got a gun!

She SHOOTS Freddy in the stomach.

On instinct Freddy brings up his gun and SHOOTS her in the

face.

C.U. ON FREDDY

as he FALLS to the ground he realizes what's happened

to him and what he's done. SLOW MOTION.

Mr White DRAGS the dead female driver out of the car. He

SHOVES Freddy in the backseat and DRIVES away.

48 INT. GETAWAY CAR (MOVING) - DAY

Freddy holding his stomach and doubled over in pain is

CRYING.

We replay the scene between Freddy and Mr. White in the

getaway car. Except this time, we never leave Freddy.

MR. WHITE (OS)

Just hold on buddy boy.

FREDDY

I'm sorry. I can't believe she

killed me...