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sterling crouch - casualties of a dice game - screen adaptation lyrics

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[screenplay: sterling crouch]

fade in:

int. car – night

lamont and rock cruise the city streets. lamont drives with a lean while rock smokes a cigarette in the p-ssenger seat, continuing a story

rock
so we got these n-ggas duct taped in the holiday inn, over the bridge, lee comes back with son’s van filled to the top with white! like 50 keys dog. no joke!

lamont
(amused)
stop playin! ahhhh!

rock
dead -ss dude!

lamont
sh-t is crazy! so then what?

rock
well you know we had to give it to ’em

flash cut:

int. holiday inn

two men lay face down, hands and feet duct taped behind their back, pillows over their heads

pop, pop, pop, feathers fly as m-ffled gunshots ring out

muzzle flash cut:

back to car

rock
i was gonna let the jawns go but…

takes a drag of his cig

flash cut:

int. holiday inn

two blind folded women, hands and feet bound with duct tape, are whimpering on the bed

pop, pop, two more gunshots are fired

muzzle flash cut:

back to car

rock
(exhales)
f-ck it. nah mean

lamont
(impressed)
that’s gangsta

ext. street corner – night

lamont’s red acura rolls through the intersection, and stops in an alley

the street corner is crowded with a group of thugs and goons rolling dice, carrying on after every roll

int. car

lamont peels off $1200 in benjamins, and hands it to rock

lamont
grab me a quap.

rock
that all?

lamont
sh-t, that’s just for the weekend my nig

rock slides the cash in his coat pocket, pulls out his pistol, and c-cks it, chambering a bullet

rock
i’m gonna f-ck with this cat for like 20 minutes, aight? i gotta talk some biz

lamont
cool

rock exits the car and disappears into the dark entrance of a brick tenement building

lamont surveys his surroundings checking his mirrors

pov: addicts, junkies, dealers, prost-tutes, an obvious slum

after a moment lamont spots the dice game on the corner

jump cut to:

cu: cl!ck clack, lamont c-cks his chrome pistol

jump cut to:

ext. street – night

lamont walking toward the dice game, tucks his gun in the back of his jeans

young thug
ceelo m-th-f-ckas!

group
ohhhhhhhhh!!!

the goons notice lamont

goon
check this n-gga out

lamont
can i live?

thug
five yards

lamont
i gotchu

lamont throws a $1000 in cash down on the sidewalk, and the other goons match his bet

he picks up the 3 dice and throws them against the brick wall

cu: 1 2 3, right off the bat he loses

lamont throws down another $1000
throws the dice
cu: 6 6 6

he wins the pot, picks up the cash

montage:

roll after roll lamont keeps winning, taking all the goons’ cash. he can’t lose, and is becoming less popular with every roll of the dice

cut to:

int. tenement apartment

rock zips up a large duffle bag full of weed, and walks out the door

a 2 year old boy sits on the floor watching the daily horrors of the news channel

cut to:

ext. tenement

lamont is back in the drivers seat with the car running ready to go

rock appears from the shadows and gets in the car, throwing the duffle bag in the back seat

int. car

lamont
hurry up, hop the f-ck in

rock
why? w-ssup?

lamont
i think these n-gga’s are plottin something

the car rolls past the group of thugs on the corner

pov: everyone of them grilling the car, staring with player hatred in their eyes

rock
you know those dudes?

rock lights up a huge blunt.

lamont
(grinning)
you know i had to roll right? that’s my sh-t

rock
oh sh-t. how much you get em for?

lamont
forty five maybe fifty g’s. you know how i do

rock
d-mn!
(looks out the rear window)
no wonder they were heated. surprised they let you walk with that. i wouldn’t have

lamont
(hits the blunt)
son i was ready
(pats the gun resting on his lap)
twenty four seven, palm on the jawn

cut to:

ext. streets

the red acura rolls through a stop sign on a deserted block, and continues on down the dark street

cut to:

int. car – minutes later

rock takes the last hit from the blunt, then fl!cks the roach out the window

rock
(eyes beat red)
yo son, mickey d’s
(pointing)
let’s hit it

lamont
nah son, sh-t k!lls me

rock
drop me off. mad hungry

cut to:

ext. mcdonalds – night

rock gives lamont a pound, then enters mcdonald’s with the duffel bag on his shoulder

lamont drives off

fade to black:

int. car – later

lamont drives, singing along with the radio when he notices…

pov: a car following him in the rearview mirror

he makes a quick turn without signaling. the car follows

lamont dials his cell phone

cut to:

int. bones’ apartment

bones is having rough s-x with a stripper type female
bones’ cell phone rings repeatedly, but is barely audible over the stripper’s obnoxious moaning

back to:

int. car

lamont
come on. come on

lamont dials again

back to:

int. bones’ apartment

bones’ phone rings again
he stops f-cking, to answer

stripper
you’re gonna answer that?

bones
shut up
(answers phone)
what up?

back to:

int. car

lamont
(somewhat frantic)
yo son, i’m on the run. i need some help
cat’s are trying to -ss-ssinate me

back to:

int. bones’ apartment

bones
word?

back to:

int. car

lamont
i’m rollin through
meet me down stairs, bring the big gun

back to:

int. bones’ apartment

the stripper is trying to get bones to hang up the phone

bones
dog, i can’t make it. i’m waxin that -ss right now

lamont (phone)
what?!!! didn’t you here what i…

bones
(interrupting)
you’ll be aight. d-mn

lamont (phone)
yo wait…

cl!ck, bones hangs up, and starts f-cking the stripper again

back to:

int. car

snapping his phone shut with authority, and punching the steering wheel

lamont
(furious)
m-th-f-cka!

pov rearview: the car is still trailing, getting closer

as soon as lamont hits a straight stretch of road he accelerates to about 80 mph

the trailing car also speeds up until it’s right on lamont’s -ss

lamont grabs his gun, takes it off safety

without warning lamont slams on his brakes causing the trailing car to slam into the back of his car

ext. street

the two cars skid out of control, lamont’s acura fishtails then flips over onto it’s roof, screeching to a stop

the trailing car slams into a brick wall at about 60 mph

int. lamonts car

as the smoke clears lamont crawls out of his overturned car
blood squirts profusely from a deep gash in lamont’s right arm, so he grabs his gun with the left arm

ext. street – crash scene

lamont staggers over to the totaled car, the thugs still stuck inside, one of them screaming in pain, the other silent

lamont looks through the shattered gl-ss window, the p-ssenger is dead with his face smashed against the dashboard, the driver badly hurt, covered with gl-ss, legs pinned under the crumbled steel, screaming for help

lamont shakes his head then shoots the driver three times
pop pop pop

lamont stumbles down an alley, bleeding badly from several deep gashes

ext. intersection

lamont sees a cab parked on the corner. he stumbles across the street and gets in the taxi

int. cab

lamont in the back seat bleeding all over

cab driver
(hindu accent)
get out of my cab motherf-cker!
look at you bleeding all over my back seat
get your monkey -ss out of my f-cking cab!

lamont hands the cabdriver a huge wad of cash, about $1000

lamont
just drive m-th-f-cka!

the cabdriver steps on it, speeding off

cab driver
sh-t man, you need to go to a hospital?

lamont
nah, 141st and bradhurst

cab driver
ok boss

ext. road

the cab speeds down the road

fade to black:

ext. 141st and bradhurst ave – moments later

the cab speeds toward us before stopping abruptly out front of an apartment building

int. bones’ apartment

bones sits on the couch smoking a blunt, watching television

a toilet flushes
just as the stripper exits the bathroom walking toward the couch…

stripper
n-gga, you ain’t got no toilet pap…

pop, pop, pop, gun shots rip through the door lock, as lamont bursts through the door with a kick, gun in hand, bleeding everywhere

as the stripper attempts to run past lamont, he pistol whips her in the face
she drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes, out cold

bones drops to his knees

lamont puts the gun to bones’ head. fire burns in his eyes

lamont
why b-tch!!!!?

bones
(desperate)
please man. please
don’t k!ll me. come on dog

lamont just stares with rage, blood still squirting from his arm

bones
please don’t k!ll me man
i’m sorry. i got money yo!
you can have it all!
i got twenty g’s right now in the…

pop
lamont shoots bones in the head, splattering his brains on the couch

pop, pop
lamont unloads two more bullets into bones’ lifeless body at close range

lamont exits, the sound of sirens approaching

ext. 141st and bradhurst ave

as lamont staggers out of the building onto the road, a police car skids to a stop

two cops get out of the car, guns drawn

cops
(screaming)
get down on the ground!
drop it motherf-cker!

lamont starts firing at the cops. the cops fire back

pop,pop,pop,pop. it’s a full blown shootout

a bullet hits one of the cops in the head, he drops to the pavement in a puddle of blood

the other cop hides behind a big truck as bullets whiz by

once out of ammo, lamont takes off, stumbling down a dark alley, about to p-ss out

ext. park – minutes later

some teens play basketball under the lights, as two younger children play on the swing set

sounds of sirens and a helicopter approaching the park

lamont stands in the center of the playground
he drops his empty pistol on the ground, reaches his bl–dy hand in his coat pocket, and pulls out the huge, bl–dy wad of cash that he had won in the dice game

lamont throws the wad of money into the air, scattering tens of thousands of dollars around the park, blowing in the wind

lamont, a bl–dy mess, looking weary, falls to a sitting position, then lays on his back looking up at the sky

a bright light envelopes him as he takes his last breaths

pov from above: under the spotlight of the helicopter, lamont lays on the ground dead, as the kids at the park hurry to gather their share of the blood stained money

fade to black:

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