Right of Way 106
INT. WOLF'S LAIR - WINE CELLAR - NIGHT
Sydney’s Bald henchman, whom we'll now call WAYNE, sits at a table and snaps shut a cell phone. His Dark Haired partner, ALPHONSE, sits across from him, staring at a quarter-full tumbler of scotch. Two other Henchmen wait in the back of the room: a mean-looking, wiry guy named BONY; and KARL, big and muscular with a German accent.
WAYNE
They’re on the way.
Alphonse downs the rest of his drink.
WAYNE
What are you, nervous? You have a higher body count than I do.
ALPHONSE
Body count doesn’t make the man. It’s how many notables you put to sleep, that’s what matters.
WAYNE
You want me to do your work for you tonight? I can do that. How does that help you, though?
Wayne moves the empty glass to a bar across the room.
ALPHONSE
That's not what this is about. This is about nobody wants the mayor’s blood on their hands, so let’s get the new guy to do it, right?
WAYNE
He’s not the mayor no more.
ALPHONSE
Not after tonight.
WAYNE
Exactly.
INT. DELAND’S CROWN VIC (MOVING) - NIGHT
Deland’s behind the wheel. Napolitano’s removing his disguise.
DELAND
Hoovler dialed me direct. Said Rachel Davis might be held at this mansion in the hills. He wants me to poke around under the radar -- because of some "unorthodox relationships" in the department. He said if this goes down right, my suspension goes away.
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