SCENES OF THE CRIME BLOG-A-THON: Classic Scene – Heat

6th December 2012

By Trevor Smith.

“About six feet tall. Lot of jailhouse tats. Got a big-ass peacock right here.”

One of the all time great films, written and Directed by Hollywood heavy weight Michael Mann. Ultimately famous for the coffee shop scene with legends Al Pacino and Robert DeNiro, but the scene in the nightclub earlier in the film is as good…

SETTING THE SCENE : Lieutenant Vincent Hanna (Pacino) meets his informant Albert Torena (Ricky Harris) and his brother Richard (rapper Tone Loc) looking for information on a recent heist on an armoured truck in LA. The name he gets at the end of the scene, opens the door to the professional gang he is trying to infiltrate – led by Neil McCauley (DeNiro) with terrific support from Val Kilmer and Tom Sizemore.

INT. BJ’s NIGHTCLUB. NIGHT

Vincent : So, what have you got for me ?

Richard : Before we even get into that, there’s this crew ripping rides all along the beach. Alright? Now in the back of a trim shop on urvine, if somebody was to pay a little visit this weekend, they might find two turbos and a 911 slope.

Vincent : Your looking to rid yourself of your competition ?

Richard : I’m a good citizen.

Vincent : I’m Donald Duck. So, you got something to tell me or what ?

Richard : Check this out cuz, how do i know if i tell you what you need to know, that your gonna do what the fuck i need to get done.

Albert (Interrupting) : Ritchie, me and Hanna is straight up man, we do business all the time.

Vincent puts his arm round Richard’s neck and pulls him closer.

Vincent : I ain’t your cuz, you rat mother fucker. And you know because i say so, after i hear what the fuck you gotta tell me.

Richard : Fuck you.

Richard removes Vincent’s arm.

Richard : You understand what i’m saying. I could get killed telling you this shit.

Vincent : You can get killed walking your doggie !

Richard : Alright. There was a cat i was locked up with in Folsom. Did a couple of two, three years. He got out. I ran into him.

Vincent : And so ?

Richard : He’s a big fiend for action. Now if he’d have said nothing, i’d have thought nothing. But he goes on and on running down to me how he ain’t done nothing and nothing’s been going on and all this bullshit. So right then and there, i know this cat’s got something going down.

Vincent : Pretty fucking great.

Vincent turns to Albert.

Vincent : Albert, what’s wrong with you ? You drag me here, waste my time like this.

Vincent turns back to Richard.

Vincent : You saw a guy on the street who’s an ex-con ?

Richard : That’s right.

Vincent : Well, i am over fucking whelmed. What do you want for that ? A junior G-man badge ?

Richard : Look here man, you gonna make the call on them porsche’s or what ?

Vincent (to Albert) : Is he kidding me ?

Vincent gets up and goes to walk away.

Richard (raising voice) : I’m telling you, this slick is no mother fucking joke man. He’s double time.

Vincent turns around and sits back down next to Richard.

Vincent : Say what, say what ? “Slick” what does that mean ?

Richard : That’s what he calls people : “Slick.”

Vincent : And tell me about him.

Richard : About six feet tall. Lot of jailhouse tats. Got a big-ass peacock right here.

Richard points to his inner left forearm.

Vincent (looking directly at Richard with conviction) : What’s his name ?

Richard (hesitates for a moment) : Cheritto. Michael Cheritto.

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