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EXT. MONEY'S HOUSE
Sharice hops out of the limo and back into Connie's Escalade
as Money Mike's limo pulls off.
INT. CONNIE'S ESCALDE
CONNIE
What did he say?
SHARICE
Fuck him.
CONNIE
Reece, what did he say?
SHARICE
He says you owe him 45 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
Ok… 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's Escalade pulls off and heads towards Sharice's home.
Cut In.
EXT. SHARICE'S HOUSE
Connie's Escalade pulls up slowly in front of Sharice's
house.
INT. ESCALADE
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, 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 toward the van as well.
SHARICE
Yeah, ever since Morales fucked up.
INT. VAN
We see a view from the FBI monitoring station as they see the
escalade pull up. There are 2 feds in the van, one named
AGENT DAVIS, and AGENT COOK. 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
this.
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 was still seated.
EXT. SHARICE'S HOUSE
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
Ok, 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
DAVIS
Shit, she made us.
COOK
Well as long as she's made us lets
ask her a few questions.
EXT. SHARICE'S HOUSE
Both agents exit the 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 what Sharice was going
to tell them.
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
Sharice's house was in New Orleans Westbank, in a very
wealthy neighborhood. Her house has four bedrooms, 2 and ˝
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
walked 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 back,
which I needed like another hole in
my head.
CUT OUT.
CUT TO INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE IN NEW ORLEANS (Flashback) 3
weeks ago.
We're shown the inside of a warehouse located somewhere in
uptown New Orleans. The picture is black and white looking
almost like a dream.
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 Ricardo "Rico" Ramos, Mike "Money"
Wallace, 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. He knew he had to
answer correctly or he was a dead man.
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 product! 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 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 if back to
me or you.
Rico begins stroking his goatee trying to decide if this is
the way to go.
RICO
We need 2 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
OK, 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 shook his head in agreement
RICO
No Problem
CUT OUT.
CUT IN.
INT. SHARICE'S HOME
Screen focuses on Sharice's face as she falls asleep on her
sofa as she does most of the time.
SHARICE (V.O.)
That was just the beginning. I
would regret making that deal
later.
CUT OUT.
CUT TO.
INT. SHARICE'S HOME OFFICE
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 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 stands up and walk 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
Ok, 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. All of a sudden Sharice's
phone rings. Sharice goes back to 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, ok.
ARTHUR
Ok, 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
She notices the FBI van is gone. She gets into her platinum
colored Lexus and pulls off.
EXT. MALL (PAYPHONE)
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 (FILTERED) (CONT'D)
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, ok.
SHARICE
Ok.
RICO (FILTERED)
Anything else you need, let me
know. Thank you for this senoirita.
SHARICE
Ok, 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
Connie and her friend NICOLE are sitting at a table drinking
daiquiri and talking. This was a typical daiquiri shop that
they always met at.
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 to
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. Johnny
just over looked me. Now Sharice is
his ace, and I'm non existent.
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 Johnny,
or get the fuck over it. Once
Sharice is boss, you'll be a
captain, and then I could 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 C, 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
affiliated with the Faction.
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 poppin' Sharice!
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
Look, the only way that I can get
Reece 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.
Once that happens, 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
You know I'm down. What you need
from me?
CONNIE
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 Reece.
NICOLE
Alright girl, just holla at me
later.
Connie gets up from her chair and walks out of the shop and
gets into her Escalade and pulls off. Nicole walks out soon
after. After she walks out 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, I got a
little Faction information that
might come in handy.
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