Big L - Casualties of a Dice Game - Screen Adaptation lyrics

[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 pa**enger seat, continuing a story ROCK So we got these n***as 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 a** dude! LAMONT sh** 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 muffled 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** 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**, that's just for the weekend my nig Rock slides the cash in his coat pocket, pulls out his pistol, and co*ks it, chambering a bullet ROCK I'm gonna f** 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, prostitutes, an obvious slum After a moment Lamont spots the dice game on the corner JUMP CUT TO: CU: CLICK CLACK, Lamont co*ks 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 muthaf**as! GROUP Ohhhhhhhhh!!! The Goons notice Lamont GOON Check this n***a 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** in ROCK Why? Wa**up? LAMONT I think these n***a'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** ROCK Oh sh**. How much you get em for? LAMONT Forty five maybe fifty G's. You know how I do ROCK Damn! (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 flicks the roach out the window ROCK (eyes beat red) Yo son, Mickey D's (pointing) Let's hit it LAMONT Nah son, sh** k**s 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** 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**ing, 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 a**a**inate 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 a** right now LAMONT (PHONE) What?!!! Didn't you here what I... BONES (interrupting) You'll be aight. Damn LAMONT (PHONE) Yo wait... CLICK, Bones hangs up, and starts f**ing the Stripper again BACK TO: INT. CAR Snapping his phone shut with authority, and punching the steering wheel LAMONT (furious) Muthaf**a! 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 a** 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 gla** window, the pa**enger is dead with his face smashed against the dashboard, the driver badly hurt, covered with gla**, 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**er! Look at you bleeding all over my back seat Get your monkey a** out of my f**ing cab! Lamont hands the Cabdriver a huge wad of cash, about $1000 LAMONT Just drive muthaf**a! The Cabdriver steps on it, speeding off CAB DRIVER sh** 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***a, 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**h!!!!? BONES (desperate) Please man. Please Don't k** me. Come on dog Lamont just stares with rage, blood still squirting from his arm BONES Please don't k** 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**er! 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 pa** 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 bloody hand in his coat pocket, and pulls out the huge, bloody 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 bloody 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: