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EXT. MONEY'S HOUSE (NIGHT) - MOMENTS LATER
Sharice hops out of the limo and back into Connie's Escalade
as Money Mike's limo pulls off.
INT. CONNIE'S ESCALDE (NIGHT) - MOMENTS LATER
CONNIE
What did he say?
SHARICE
Fuck him.
CONNIE
Reese, what did he say?
SHARICE
He says you owe him forty five
grand in a week.
CONNIE
Unfuckin' believable. I can't take
a hit like that!
SHARICE
Well you shouldn't have fucked up
his game.
CONNIE
What did he say about the other
thing?
SHARICE
I took that one.
Connie looks at Sharice and smiles.
CONNIE
Thanks. I mean it, thanks.
SHARICE
Don't worry about it. Let's go.
CONNIE
Okay. Where are we off to?
SHARICE
Bring me home.
CONNIE
You're sure you don't want to get a
drink? You look like you could use
one.
SHARICE
Nah. I need to get some rest.
Connie nods as she pulls off and heads towards Sharice's
home.
EXT. SHARICE'S HOUSE (NIGHT) - 30 MINUTES LATER
Connie's Escalade pulls up slowly in front of Sharice's
house, and parks.
INT. ESCALADE (NIGHT)
Connie looks at Sharice as she starts to exit the vehicle.
CONNIE
Hold up a second.
Sharice closes the door and turns her attention to Connie.
SHARICE
What's up?
CONNIE
Look, I know I've been on the edge
lately, but I really do appreciate
what you did for me with Money.
SHARICE
I told you don't worry about it.
CONNIE
You seem stressed. How about a
drink and a massage?
SHARICE
Shit, I could definitely use a good
massage.
CONNIE
Well, invite me up, and I can take
care of that for you, as well as
other needs.
Sharice drops her head and smiles.
SHARICE
You never quit, do you?
CONNIE
What?
SHARICE
No matter how many times I tell you
no, you still try to flip me over.
CONNIE
What's wrong with a little
affection between two friends.
SHARICE
It's wrong when both the friends
are the same sex!
CONNIE
Don't knock it until you've tried
it. I've had girls give me a harder
time than you, and once I turned
them out, they become some of the
worst ones.
SHARICE
Well, as flattering as that sounds,
I'm going to have to pass. I don't
have time for that right now.
CONNIE
That's on you then.
Connie notices a van parked down the street from Sharice's
house.
CONNIE (CONT'D)
Damn, the feds still on your ass?
Sharice looks down towards the van as well.
SHARICE
Yeah, ever since MORALES fucked up.
INT. VAN (NIGHT)
Inside the FBI monitoring station there are 2 federal agents
in the van. AGENT DAVIS, 38, and AGENT COOK, 41. Both agents
are checking their monitors taking notes.
DAVIS
Hey Cook, look who's returning
home.
COOK
Heh, sexy momma is back in town.
DAVIS
That was a quick trip. Looks like
that's Constance with her, get a
couple of freeze frame shots of
them.
They begin to take pictures using their surveillance
equipment of Sharice getting out of the SUV and walking
towards the driver's side where Connie is still seated.
EXT. SHARICE'S HOUSE (NIGHT)
SHARICE
Well let me go Cee, before these
fucks come out here and start
sweatin' me and shit. I'll get at
you later.
CONNIE
Okay, girl, peace.
Connie drives off as Sharice makes her way up her stairs.
Before she gets to the top of the stairs, she turns around
and flips her middle finger towards the van.
INT. VAN (NIGHT)
Agent Davis is looking at his monitor when he notices
Sharice's gestor towards them.
DAVIS
Shit, she made us.
COOK
Well as long as she's made us lets
ask her a few questions.
EXT. SHARICE'S HOUSE (NIGHT) - MOMENTS LATER
Both agents exit their van and approach Sharice who is
looking for her keys in her purse.
DAVIS
Ms. Legget can we have a word with
you.
SHARICE
Shit, I didn't know flippin' the
bird was a crime.
DAVIS
I'm Agent Davis and this is Agent
Cook, we'd just like to ask you a
few questions.
Sharice rolls her eyes at the agents as she finally locates
her keys.
SHARICE
Don't you have anything else to do
but fuck with me today?
DAVIS
We just want a moment of your time,
please?
Sharice sighs as she put her keys back in her purse.
SHARICE
Fine, talk.
Agent Davis pulls out a pencil and pad from his jacket.
DAVIS
Do you know a Ceasar Morales?
SHARICE
I don't recall.
DAVIS
Are you sure?
SHARICE
What is he, a boxer or something?
DAVIS
About two weeks ago we found
Morales, or I guess I should say
what's left of Morales floating in
the lake. Sources say that you or
one of your crew members had
something to do with it, care to
comment.
SHARICE
Not really.
Agent Cook becomes very agitated, and starts to become a
little more aggressive than Agent Davis.
COOK
Well maybe you'd like to comment on
this, Morales handled distribution
for Rico. You know Rico don't you?
Sharice remains silent.
COOK (CONT'D)
Well Rico doesn't distribute
cooking ware, he's into Cocaine,
and that's more serious than
anything you're in now. So if
anything ties back to you, it's
going to be 20 plus years. So I'll
ask again, do you have anything to
say now?
Sharice thinks for a minutes and then decided to reply.
SHARICE
Yeah, actually I do.
Both agents grab their pads to write Sharice's words.
SHARICE (CONT'D)
Are we any closer to catching Osama
because if we aren't, maybe, just
maybe, the feds can use you two for
something a little more useful than
fuckin' with me!
The agents knowing she was mocking them put away their pads
and began to walk towards their van.
COOK
Well, we'll see who's laughing when
your case comes up.
Sharice begins waiving at the agents.
SHARICE
Later guys, hope I was a big help.
Sharice pulls her keys out again and opens the door this
time, as the agents climb back into their van.
INT. SHARICE'S HOUSE (NIGHT) - MOMENTS LATER
Sharice's house was in New Orleans Westbank, in a very
wealthy neighborhood. Her house has four bedrooms, 2 and ½
bathrooms, swimming pool, dining area, and den.
She has a lot of black art decked off in her hall ways and a
few larger pieces on display in both living and dining room
area.
She walks over to her mini bar which was located in the
corner of the den area, and fixes herself a drink. She then
sits on her couch, and places the drink on a nearby glass
table.
She kicks off her shoes and begins to rub her feet one by
one. Finally, she kicks back her feet on the table and takes
a sip of her drink.
SHARICE (V.O.)
Fuckin' Morales! Because of him,
now I have the feds on my ass,
which I needed like another hole in
my head.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS (NIGHT) - FLASHBACK,
THREE WEEKS EARLIER
Inside of a warehouse located somewhere in uptown New
Orleans, Sharice observes Rico disciplining Morales.
RICO
Morales, you fucking asshole! What
the hell we're you thinking!
Morales lowers his head as he looks around the room. In the
room are the 2 bosses Rico and Money Mike, their bodyguards,
Sharice, and LARRY THE BULL who was with Sharice that day.
RICO (CONT'D)
Answer me you stupid fuck!
Morales jumps after hearing Rico's voice as he tries to come
up with something quickly.
MORALES
I'm sorry Rico, I was just trying
to make a quick score. I was gonna
give you a taste.
Rico quickly walks up to Morales and smacks him so hard that
it almost sends Morales to the ground.
RICO
Moron! My body shops are used for
moving product, not for stolen
fuckin' cars.
Because of you, the cops raided one
of my shops, and not only did they
find your stolen cars, but over a
million dollars worth of my shit!
Now the feds are on my ass about
this shit, and you said you were
gonna give me a taste of stolen
cars?
Sharice drops her head and nods.
SHARICE (V.O. TO HERSELF)
He's dead.
Morales drops to his knees and begins to beg for forgiveness.
MORALES
Please Rico, I'm sorry! I was
stupid!
Rico calls Sharice over. Sharice approaches Rico with her gun
pulled out.
RICO
Dispose of him!
MORALES
Rico! No! Plea--
Morales pleas were silenced by Sharice's gun as the bullet
BLOWS out the back of Morales's head sending him flying to
the ground.
RICO
That asshole has cost me millions.
MONEY
So what now? I need to keep the
streets flooded. I need my shit
Rico!
RICO
I can't get another shipment unless
I have someplace to cut it. Now
with the feds on my ass, it's going
to take time.
Money and Rico continue to go back and forth until Sharice
steps in.
SHARICE
Look, I could help you both out for
a small cut.
I own a couple of body shops, you
can use them until you find
something better.
Both Rico and Money look at Sharice.
RICO
Thanks senoirita, but the feds
aren't stupid, they'll be watching
any body shops that we own now.
Sharice smiles as she hands her gun to Larry the Bull.
SHARICE
In addition to my legitimate
business, I own a couple of other
business not under my name. The
shops fall under the latter. There
is no way they can trace it back to
me or you.
Rico begins stroking his goatee trying to decide if this is
the way to go.
RICO
We need two votes to decide on
this, I vote for it.
All the attention is now focused on Money, being the only
other Boss around.
MONEY
Yeah, I'm with it, whatever needs
to be done so I can get this shit
on the streets.
RICO
Okay, it's settled then. I'm sure
you'll give me a decent rate
Sharice.
Sharice smiles as she shakes Rico's hand.
SHARICE
But, of course, senior.
Sharice pulls Rico close and begins to whisper in his ear.
SHARICE (CONT'D)
I want the location of my shop kept
confidential. Nobody outside of us
needs to know.
Rico shakes his head in agreement
RICO
No Problem.
Rico and Money walk out of the abandoned warehouse leaving
only Sharice and Larry the Bull behind.
SHARICE
Okay, Bull, you know what to do
right?
Larry the Bull nods, as he goes and grabs a few plastic bags
and a buzz saw. He begins to chop up Morales's body as
Sharice supervises.
INT. SHARICE'S HOME (NIGHT) - PRESENT TIME
Sharice's head is dropping as she dozes off quietly on the
couch.
SHARICE (V.O.)
That was just the beginning. I
would regret making that deal
later.
INT. SHARICE'S HOME OFFICE (NOON) - NEXT DAY
Sharice is sitting behind her desk, and across from her is
her lawyer.
SHARICE
Thanks for joining me ARTHUR, this
place was swept this morning so you
can speak freely.
Arthur, 45, opens his briefcase and pulls out some paperwork
for Sharice to sign.
ARTHUR
Here's your paperwork on that new
shoe store I started for you. Just
initial here, here, and here, and
sign here.
Sharice signs the paperwork and hands it back to Arthur.
ARTHUR (CONT'D)
Incidentally, Sharice, This new
venture you have with the bodyshop,
it's a lot of money you're asking
your accountant to hide here. The
feds check on a person like you
having a sudden spurt of business
openings.
It's just too much money to hide.
Your accountant is one of the best
there is, and he agrees with me.
Sharice leans back in her chair.
SHARICE
Can't we hide it in construction?
ARTHUR
Well, luckily we can hide the bulk
of it in construction due to the
hurricane, but we need to hide your
funds quickly, and unfortunately,
the construction takes time.
Sharice gets out of her chair and walks towards a nearby
window. She observes her front yard from the window.
SHARICE
You know, honestly, I really hate
fuckin' with the city like this.
You know, funneling cash with
construction and shit.
ARTHUR
If you didn't do it, somebody else
would.
SHARICE
True.
ARTHUR
Now, getting back to the subject
here. We need a solution to your
excess money problem.
SHARICE
Okay, take half of the new funds
and put in my off shore accounts.
The second half you should be able
to split up between my other
businesses without much problems.
Arthur writes Sharice's orders down.
ARTHUR
Well, that solves the problem
temporarily. You're still making
too much money for us to hide.
Sharice walks from behind her desk and up to Arthur who is
still sitting down.
SHARICE
Well, that's not my problem. I pay
you and that idiot accountant to
take care of shit like this, so
either handle this situation, or
I'll find someone who can.
Arthur becomes a little tense until Sharice's phone suddenly
rings. Sharice goes back around her desk and answers the
phone.
SHARICE (CONT'D)
Hello.
RICO
(Filtered)
It's me, your friend from the Cuban
city. Call me back from a secure
line.
Sharice writes down the number Rico gives her, and hangs up
the phone. She then turns to Arthur who is packing up his
briefcase.
SHARICE
Look, I'm sorry for blowing up like
that. It's been a rough week.
You've been good to me in the past,
and I'm a little uptight today.
Just you sit down with my
accountant and come up with
something, okay?
ARTHUR
Okay, Sharice, we'll handle it.
SHARICE
I'm sure you will. Well I need to
get going. You can see yourself
out.
Sharice walks out of her office and walks out of her front
door.
EXT. SHARICE'S HOUSE (NOON) - MOMENTS LATER
As she leaves her home, she notices the FBI van is gone. She
gets into her platinum colored Lexus and pulls off.
EXT. MALL, PAYPHONE (AFTERNOON) - 30 MINUTES LATER
Sharice pulls up to a pay phone close to the local mall in
her area. She gets out of her car and drops her coins into
the pay phone. She then dials the number Rico gave her.
SHARICE
Rico, it's me.
RICO
(Filtered)
Sharice, the feds are on my ass. I
had to shut down a lot of my
operations, so I'm feeling a tight
fetti pinch.
SHARICE
I heard.
RICO
(Filtered)
Well, the reason I called you is
because I was working on a plan to
get into Houston, you know set up
shop. I can't get away because of
surveillance, so I want you to take
charge and set it up for me.
Sharice drops her head.
SHARICE
Look, Rico, I'm flattered you think
I can handle such an operation, but
I'm gonna have to pass.
RICO
(Filtered)
Sharice, please, I need this. The
feds have someone talking, and
they're taking me down piece by
piece. If I don't get anymore
capitol coming in soon, I may lose
connections. If you do this for me,
you'll have my vote for boss.
Sharice lowers the phone from her head, and sighs with a
disgusted look on her face.
RICO (CONT'D)
(Filtered)
Sharice? You still there?
SHARICE
Yeah, I'm here.
RICO
(Filtered)
So will you help me?
Sharice hesitates for a second.
SHARICE
Yeah, I'm in.
RICO
(Filtered)
Good. I have a contact in Houston,
he will give you some intel, Get
together a team and head out there
in 3 days, okay.
SHARICE
Okay.
RICO
(Filtered)
Anything else you need let me know.
Thank you for this senoirita.
SHARICE
Okay, just don't forget my vote.
RICO
(Filtered)
No problem.
Sharice hangs up the phone and stares into space for a
moment. She finally clears her head and gets back into her
car and pulls off.
INT. DAIQUIRI SHOP (NIGHT)
Connie and her friend NICOLE, 27, are sitting at a table
drinking daiquiri and talking. The shop is crowded as groups
of people are placing orders for daiquiris.
NICOLE
So I hear Sharice is going to
Houston to set up shop for Rico.
CONNIE
Yep.
Nicole could see that Connie was not too enthused about
Sharice's trip.
NICOLE
What's wrong? You don't seem too
happy about her trip.
CONNIE
Honestly, Sharice is becoming soft.
She's letting Money bully her
around. If I was in charge, things
would be different.
Nicole rolls her eyes in disgust.
CONNIE (CONT'D)
It should have been me, Nikki. It
should have been me.
NICOLE
Don't start with that shit again
Connie, cause if you do, I'm
getting up from here right now and
going home.
CONNIE
I'm sorry, I just feel I didn't get
enough for making that hit. John
just over looked me. Now Sharice is
his ace, and I'm just a fuckin'
flunkey.
Nicole puts her daiquiri down.
NICOLE
Look, once again you bitch and
complain about this, so I'm going
to tell you like I always do,
either bring this up with John, or
get the fuck over it. Once Sharice
is boss, you'll be a captain, and
then I can join the Faction. It's a
win-win situation for us. So let it
go.
Connie shakes her head as she checks her watch for the time.
CONNIE
I got to meet up with her at her
club in about an hour.
NICOLE
Let it go Cee, we'll all do a lot
better if you do.
CONNIE
You know, if I was given the proper
respect on the hit, I'd be making
boss, and you would have been down
with us by now.
Nicole takes a drink of her daiquiri and smiles.
NICOLE
That would have been nice.
CONNIE
What I need is something to get
Sharice out of the way.
Nicole puts her glass back on the table and stares at Connie
with a shocked look on her face. Connie notices her look and
responds.
CONNIE (CONT'D)
What?
NICOLE
You talking about takin' Sharice
out!
Connie looks at Nicole as if she was upset.
CONNIE
Hell no, that's still my girl, I
don't want her dead, just out of
the way, you know.
NICOLE
Oh, you had me trippin' for a
second girl.
Connie waives her hand to Nicole to come closer so she could
whisper to her.
CONNIE (WHISPERING)
Look, the only way that I can get
Reese out of the way is if I can
get the bosses to lose respect for
her. Once that happens, I can be
her shoulder to cry on and also
position myself to move higher up.
After that, it will only be a
matter of time before they bump me
up, and first thing I'm going to do
is make you my number one, but you
have to be down with me in order to
pull this off.
NICOLE (WHISPERING)
You know I'm down. What do you need
from me?
CONNIE (WHISPERING)
I'm not sure yet, I haven't figured
out how to manipulate the bosses
yet.
Both women position themselves back into their chairs.
NICOLE
You're playing a deadly game Cee, I
hope you know what you're doing.
Connie smiles.
CONNIE
Don't worry girl, I'll handle it.
Look, I gotta jet. I need to get
changed and meet with Reese.
NICOLE
Alright girl, just holla at me
later.
Connie gets up from her chair and walks out of the shop.
Nicole walks out soon after. After they're gone a gentleman
who was sitting across from Connie and Nicole rises up and
dials a number on his cell phone.
GENTLEMAN
Yeah, this is agent 433, and I got
a little Faction information that
might come in handy.
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