Dr. N's Motley Crew Pigeon Spies

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INT. OFFICE - NIGHT


Stripes of light lay still on a hatted pigeon. A door shuts in the back.


WEISER


So...?


DEVIN


Motley's sick.


WEISER


What?


DEVIN


He's over the edge with the rams.


WEISER


Well get him off the rams then.


DEVIN


And just how do you suppose or propose I do that?


WEISER


I don't care how you do it. We got too many goons to deal with already.


 


A voice pops from the dark.


WILL


You boys think it's that simple huh?


 


WILL, the third pigeon, emerges out of the black. His cigarette lights up.


WILL


Not one flappin' pigeon's goin' out there.


WEISER


And what exactly do you mean by that, Will?


WILL


Motley doesn't drink. Someone snowed him.


WEISER


WHAT? How do you know this?


WILL


You're just gonna have to take my word for it, buster.


WEISER


I don't know what kind of sick trick you're pullin', trigga.


WILL


This ain't a trick, Weiser. 


WEISER


Well nobody here is following your rule book. I'm the leader of this operation. Savvy?


 


Will looks down, and laughs quietly.


WILL


You think Motley can tell which pigeon's which, smartass? 


WEISER


Talk like that to me again, and you'll lose ye-paw. And since you think you're the Goose now, go get Motley.


WILL


I ain't ge-


WEISER


That's an order.


 


CLOSE UP of Will's tight face. Weiser awkwardly pulls the blinds' tassel. The music stops. He opens up the window, and adjusts his hat to cover his eyes again. The music resumes.


WEISER


I said, that's an order.


 


Will flies out.


DEVIN


What's his problem?


WEISER


The man likes to play these tricks from time to time. Don't take it too seriously.


 


INT. DR. N'S ROOM - NIGHT


Will flies in through the window. Dr. N lies on his couch, with his record player on. Will comes in flappin' his wings, landing on Dr. N's chest. Will snaps his finger bones.


WILL


EY.. EY... snap out of it, Motley. Snap out of it. You givin' me a headache. EY! Come on... Let's go.


 


Dr. N's sleepy.


DR. N


Eh...


 


Will finds a Jack Daniels bottle in his right hand. He picks it up, and pours it on Motley.


WILL


EY! 


 


Dr. N wakes up, shakes, and struggles to breathe.


DR. N


What the fuck are you doin, Will?!


WILL


What do you mean what the fuck am I doing? My job.


DR. N


Fuck you. How many times have I told you not to pour the Daniels on my skin?


WILL


It doesn't matta, just a little hooch. We got more important things to do.


DR. N


It mattas when I say it mattas, I'm your leader.


WILL


Apparently not.


DR. N


What?


WILL


Weiser took your throne.


DR. N


What are you talking about? I gave you the cameras, and you owe me. Therefore, I am your boss.


WILL


Whateva you say, baby.


DR. N


Why are you here?


WILL


THE JOB, CAT.


DR. N


Yelling is reserved... for myself. As for the job: Get me some info on Frankie, the dagger.


WILL


Frankie, huh? 


DR. N


Make sure the other pigeons know. They gotta be in on this too.


WILL


That's alright, it seems like an easy job.


DR. N


You heard what I said.


WILL


I'll see what I can do.


 


INT. OFFICE - NIGHT


We see Weiser, in the same position as before. The door shuts.


WEISER


So...?


WILL


I'm tired of your fuckin' "So"s that's what.


WEISER


Nice to see you too, Will.


WILL


Frankie, the dagger.


WEISER


What about him?


WILL


That's the job.


WEISER


Just pictures?


WILL


No, his panties too. Jesus christ, what do you think?


WEISER


Relax.


DEVIN


Alright, let's go.


WILL


No shit.


WEISER


We go when I say we go.


Weiser takes a while.


WEISER


Let's go.


 


EXT. STREET - NIGHT


The pigeons fly around buildings. Old cameras are attached to the pigeons.  A lot of the buildings look run down due to war. We can hear gun shots echo in the distance. The pigeons find Frankie's window. Luckily the blinds aren't shut, and it's lit. The pigeons fly over to the window, and land on the ledge.


DEVIN


Ey, how do you get this thing to work?


WILL


You don't rememba from the last job?


DEVIN


I've only been on one job.


WEISER


Shut up, they're gonna hear us. 


WILL


Just hit the trigga.


 


Weiser lifts the camera up, and hits the trigger. 


Inside, we see a bunch of suited men talkin with military men. We see big bags on the table in the living room. The men just finished. All of them leave, except for one.


FRANKIE, a skinny guy with a wide lookin' dress shirt underneath his suit jacket gets up, and goes over to the window. Frankie SPOTS THE BIRDS.


The violins are loud.


WEISER


Willie, scram!


 


Frankie gets angry. He pulls out a gun. Devin is in SHOCK.


Weiser, and Will are already in flight. Weiser goes back.


Frankie pulls the trigger. Devin falls off the ledge.


WEISER


(cries)


DEVIN!


TO BE CONTINUED... 

Created: Mar 28, 2014

Tags: script, fiction

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