In the world of crime, mistaken identity could be deadly.
Slevin Kelevra was an ordinary guy living an ordinary life. He had a decent job, a small apartment, and no major issues to worry about. That is until his friend Nick Fisher went missing. Nick was a bit of a gambler and had gotten himself into some trouble with some notorious criminal bosses in the city. Slevin helped Nick out in the past but had lost touch with him over the years. One day, Slevin received a call from Nick’s phone, but it wasn’t Nick on the other end of the line. It was someone else, and they had some bad news for Slevin.
Slevin looked at his phone, debating whether to answer the call or not. He didn’t recognize the number, but something about it made him curious. He hit the talk button and put the phone to his ear.
“Hello?” he said.
“Slevin Kelevra?” the voice on the other end asked.
“Yeah, who’s asking?”
“This is Yitzchok, Nick Fisher’s bookie. I’m calling to inform you that Nick has disappeared, and he owes me a lot of money.”
Slevin’s heart sank. He knew Nick had a bit of a gambling problem, but he never thought it would lead to something like this.
“I’m sorry to hear that,” Slevin said, trying to sound sympathetic. “But I haven’t heard from Nick in years. I’m not sure how I can help.”
“You can start by paying off his debt, Mr. Kelevra. Or else, you’ll be hearing from some other people who are interested in Nick’s whereabouts.”
Yitzchok hung up the phone, leaving Slevin in a state of shock. He didn’t know what to do. He didn’t have that kind of money, and he didn’t want to get involved in Nick’s mess. But he also didn’t want to be the reason that Nick got hurt or worse.
Slevin decided to do some digging on his own. He went to Nick’s apartment and found it in a state of disarray. It looked like there had been a struggle, and there was no sign of Nick anywhere. Slevin started to panic. He knew he had to find Nick and fast.
He reached out to some of Nick’s old contacts and finally got a lead. Nick had apparently gotten in deep with two notorious criminal bosses, the Boss and the Rabbi. Slevin didn’t know much about them, but he knew enough to be wary. He decided to investigate further.
He went to the Boss’s headquarters and was immediately met with suspicion. The Boss’s henchmen grilled him about his involvement with Nick and demanded that he pay off Nick’s debt. Slevin tried to explain that he had nothing to do with Nick’s problems, but the henchmen weren’t listening. They threw him into a room and locked the door.
Slevin was in trouble. He knew he had to come up with a plan, but his mind was racing. How did he get himself into this situation? He never wanted any of this. He just wanted to find his friend Nick.
Hours passed, and Slevin was still locked in the room. He heard footsteps outside and braced himself for the worst. But instead of the henchmen, a man walked in. He was tall, dressed all in black, with a fedora hat covering most of his face.
“Who are you?” Slevin asked, his heart pounding in his chest.
“I’m Mr. Goodkat,” the man said, in a voice that was deep and gravelly.
Slevin had heard of Mr. Goodkat before. He was an infamous assassin known for his cold and calculated killings. Slevin knew he was in deep trouble.
“What do you want with me?” Slevin asked, trying to keep his voice steady.
“I want to make a deal,” Mr. Goodkat said, his eyes piercing through the darkness.
“Yes. You see, Mr. Kelevra, I have a job to do. And you just happen to be in the middle of it.”
“That’s not important. What is important is that you stay out of my way. You see, I have a reputation to uphold. And I can’t have any loose ends.”
Slevin didn’t know what to say. He felt like he was in a bad dream and couldn’t wake up.
“So what’s the deal?” he asked, hoping to buy himself some time.
“The deal is simple. You stay out of my way, and I’ll spare your life. It’s as easy as that.”
Slevin nodded, not trusting himself to speak. Mr. Goodkat turned around and walked out of the room, leaving Slevin alone in the darkness.
Slevin’s mind was racing. He had no idea what was going on, but he knew one thing for sure. He needed to find Nick and get out of this mess. And fast.
Chapter 2 – The Bosses’ Demands
Slevin’s heart was pounding as he stood before two of the city’s most notorious criminal bosses. He had been mistaken for his friend Nick, who owed both bosses a lot of money, and was now caught in the middle of their bitter feud. Slevin had been trying to explain the mistake, but neither of them seemed interested in listening.
Mr. Roth, the older of the two bosses, leaned forward in his chair, his eyes gleaming with malice. “You owe me over $96,000, Nick,” he said, his voice dripping with venom. “And I want my money.”
Slevin swallowed hard. He had nowhere near that amount of money, and he certainly wasn’t Nick. But how could he convince Roth of that? “I’m not Nick,” he said, hoping the man would believe him.
Roth’s expression didn’t change. “You’re lying,” he said. “And I don’t like liars. We have ways of making people talk.”
Slevin felt a chill run down his spine. He had heard stories about what Roth and his crew were capable of. He didn’t want to find out firsthand.
On the other side of the room, Mr. Brikowski, the younger boss, was tapping his fingers impatiently on the table. “I don’t care who you are,” he said. “What I care about is the $128,000 that your friend Nick owes me.”
Slevin wished he could disappear. He had no idea how he was going to pay off these debts, or even if he’d make it out alive. He had to think of something fast.
“I can’t give you that kind of money,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t even know what Nick’s been up to.”
Roth leaned back in his chair, studying Slevin with an icy gaze. “You’re wasting our time,” he said. “We’ll give you twenty-four hours to come up with the money. If you don’t, we’ll take it out of your hide.”
Slevin felt a lump form in his throat. He had to come up with a plan, and fast.
As Slevin left the meeting, he was approached by a thuggish-looking man who introduced himself as one of Roth’s henchmen. “I’ll be keeping an eye on you, Nick,” the man said, his voice low and threatening. “And if you try anything funny, I’ll make sure you regret it.”
Slevin knew he was in big trouble. He had never been in this kind of situation before, and he didn’t know who to trust. He needed to find a way out of this mess, and fast.
As he walked back to his apartment, Slevin’s mind was racing. He knew he couldn’t come up with that kind of money in twenty-four hours, and even if he could, he didn’t want to get involved with these bosses any more than he already was. He had to think of a way to get out of this without getting hurt.
That’s when he remembered his neighbor, Lindsey. She was a smart, resourceful woman who had helped him out before. Maybe she could help him again.
Slevin knocked on Lindsey’s door, and she answered almost immediately. “Hey, Slevin,” she said, smiling at him. “What’s up?”
Slevin hesitated, unsure if he should tell Lindsey about his predicament. But he didn’t have a choice. “Look, Lindsey,” he said, his voice low. “I’m in trouble. Big trouble.”
Lindsey’s smile faded. “What kind of trouble?”
Slevin told Lindsey everything – about the mistaken identity, the debts he couldn’t pay, and the threats from both bosses. Lindsey listened intently, her expression serious. When he finished, she didn’t say anything for a moment.
Finally, she spoke. “We have to come up with a plan, Slevin,” she said. “We can’t let those bosses hurt you.”
Slevin felt a glimmer of hope. Maybe Lindsey could help him after all.
Together, they spent the rest of the day brainstorming. They came up with a few ideas, but none of them seemed foolproof. They needed something that would get Slevin out of this mess without endangering him or anyone else.
As night fell, Slevin was still no closer to a solution. He felt exhausted and defeated. But as he was about to give up hope, he realized something. There was one person who might be able to help him more than anyone else. A man who had been in the same situation as him.
Slevin knew it was a long shot. Goodkat was an assassin, and a dangerous one at that. But he was also the only one who might be able to get Slevin out of this mess. He just had to find him.
Slevin told Lindsey about his plan, and she looked at him like he was crazy. “You want to talk to the assassin?” she said, her voice incredulous.
Slevin nodded. “I don’t have a choice,” he said. “I have to do something before it’s too late.”
Lindsey sighed. “Okay,” she said. “Let’s do it.”
Together, they hatched a plan to track down Goodkat. It was risky, and it might not even work, but Slevin knew it was his only chance. He had to try.
As he lay in bed that night, Slevin couldn’t help but wonder what kind of danger he was getting himself into. But he knew he had no choice. He had to face the assassin, and hope that he wouldn’t end up dead.
Chapter 3 – The Assassin
Slevin knew he was in deep trouble when he heard about the infamous assassin known as Mr. Goodkat. He had heard stories about the man who was so good at his job that he never left any witnesses. Nobody knew what he looked like or where he came from, but everyone knew that if Goodkat was after you, you were as good as dead.
Slevin tried to keep a low profile and stay out of sight, but he knew that wouldn’t be enough to keep him safe. He had to come up with a plan to outsmart the assassin and get out of his current dilemma.
One night, as Slevin was walking home from a bar, he spotted a man following him. He tried to lose him in the winding streets of the city, but the man kept following him. Slevin quickened his pace and turned a corner, hoping to lose him in the maze of alleys.
But as he turned the corner, he came face to face with the man he had been trying to avoid – Mr. Goodkat.
Slevin’s heart was pounding as he tried to think of a way out. He knew he couldn’t outrun the assassin, so he had to come up with a plan.
“Hello, Mr. Slevin,” said Goodkat in a calm voice. “I’ve been looking for you.”
Slevin tried to remain calm, although he felt his knees turning to jelly. “What do you want with me?” he asked, trying to sound brave.
“I’ve been hired to kill you, Mr. Slevin,” said Goodkat.
Slevin’s heart sank. He knew he was in deep trouble.
“But,” continued Goodkat, “I don’t like to kill people without a reason. So, I’m willing to hear what you have to say. Maybe we can work something out.”
Slevin was surprised by the assassin’s words. He had expected him to be ruthless, but it seemed that Goodkat was willing to listen.
“I’m not the person you’re looking for,” said Slevin. “It was a case of mistaken identity. I’m not Nick.”
Goodkat raised an eyebrow. “You expect me to believe that?”
“It’s the truth,” said Slevin. “I don’t know who Nick is, but he’s the one you’re after, not me.”
Goodkat studied Slevin for a moment, as if trying to read his mind. “Very well,” he finally said. “I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt. But remember, Mr. Slevin, I’ll be watching you. If I find out you’re lying to me, I won’t hesitate to finish the job.”
Slevin nodded, feeling grateful to be alive. But he knew that he couldn’t let his guard down. He had to come up with a plan to get out of his current situation before it was too late.
As he walked home that night, Slevin couldn’t help but wonder why Goodkat had let him go. Was it because he believed Slevin’s story, or was there something else going on? Had he been given a reprieve, or was it just a temporary stay of execution?
Slevin knew that he had to find out. He had to know what was really going on and who was behind his predicament. He had to make a move, and he had to do it soon.
Chapter 4 – The Meeting
Slevin arrives at the designated location for the meeting with the two notorious criminal bosses, known as The Boss and The Rabbi. He is both nervous and scared as he knows that these men mean business and will not hesitate to kill him if he fails to deliver what they want.
As he enters the dimly lit room, he is met with a cold and intimidating atmosphere. The Boss and The Rabbi are seated at opposite ends of the room, with their respective henchmen standing behind them. Slevin is the only one without anyone to back him up, making him feel more vulnerable.
The Boss begins the conversation by asking Slevin why he hasn’t paid the money he owes, to which Slevin replies that he is not Nick, the person who owes them the money. The Boss dismisses this claim, saying that they know who he is and what he owes. Slevin tries to explain to them that there has been a case of mistaken identity and that he is not Nick, but The Rabbi interrupts him, saying that he doesn’t believe him.
The tension in the air is palpable, and Slevin can feel the sweat forming on his forehead. He knows that he needs to do something quickly, or he will not make it out alive. He decides to try a different approach and asks the bosses why they are so fixated on getting the money from Nick. The Boss and The Rabbi exchange glances before The Boss speaks up.
“We have a deal with Nick,” he says. “He owes us the money, and he has failed to pay up. We need to send a message to the others that we mean business.”
Slevin nods, pretending to understand the situation. He then proposes a solution. “What if I were to pay you the money Nick owes? Would that be okay with you?”
The Boss and The Rabbi exchange another glance, and Slevin can see that they are considering his proposal. Finally, The Boss speaks up, “Alright, we will give you some time to come up with the money. If you fail to deliver, you will pay with your life.”
Slevin nods, relieved that he has bought himself some time. He thanks them for their understanding and quickly exits the room.
As he walks out, he feels a sense of relief but also a sense of fear. He knows that he needs to come up with the money fast, or he will not make it out alive. He decides to speak to Lindsey, his neighbor, about his situation and see if she can help him out in any way.
He rushes back to his apartment, where Lindsey is waiting for him. He explains to her the situation and asks if she can help him raise the money. Lindsey, shocked and scared, agrees to help and tells him that she will come up with a plan.
The chapter ends with Slevin feeling a sense of hope that he may be able to get out of his current predicament with Lindsey’s help. However, he also knows that the clock is ticking, and he needs to come up with the money fast.
Chapter 5 – The Plan
Slevin knew he had to come up with a plan, and fast. He couldn’t continue to be caught between two warring crime bosses, and the looming threat of the infamous assassin Mr. Goodkat. He needed to get out of this mess, and he needed to do it quickly.
Slevin’s neighbor, Lindsey, had already proven to be an ally in his time of need. She had helped him out earlier, and now he knew he could count on her for more. Lindsey was a smart and resourceful young woman, and Slevin knew that with her help, they could come up with a plan to deceive both bosses.
The first thing they needed was money. Slevin had no intention of paying the debt that belonged to his friend Nick, but he knew that he needed to come up with a convincing enough story to make it seem like he was willing to pay. He also knew that both bosses were watching his every move, so he needed to act fast.
Slevin and Lindsey took a walk around the city, discussing their plan as they went along. They talked about the various options they had, and they both agreed that they needed to create a sense of urgency. They needed to give the impression that Slevin was willing to pay up, but that he needed more time to come up with the money.
As they walked, Slevin noticed a pawn shop on the corner of the street. He stopped and looked at Lindsey.
“What do you think?” he asked.
Lindsey nodded her head. “It’s worth a shot.”
They walked into the pawn shop and started browsing the merchandise. Slevin spotted a valuable antique watch, and he knew that it could fetch a good price. He asked the pawnbroker how much he could get for it, and the pawnbroker named a price that was much lower than its actual value.
Slevin haggled with the pawnbroker, and he managed to get a better price. He then turned to Lindsey and asked her to go to another pawn shop and sell the watch for its actual value. Lindsey was hesitant at first, but she agreed to go along with the plan.
While Lindsey was out, Slevin went to meet with both bosses. He told them both that he was willing to pay up, but that he needed more time to come up with the money. Both bosses were skeptical, but they agreed to give him a few more days.
Slevin breathed a sigh of relief as he left the meeting. He knew that they would keep a close eye on him, so he needed to make good use of the time he had. He went back to Lindsey’s apartment and waited for her to return.
When Lindsey came back, she had a wad of cash in her hand. Slevin was impressed. “You did good,” he said.
Lindsey smiled. “Told you I was resourceful.”
Slevin took the money and counted it. It was enough to pay off the debt that Nick owed, and then some. He knew that he couldn’t just hand over the money to either boss, though. He needed to make them both think that he was still in debt.
Slevin and Lindsey spent the next few hours creating a fake account statement that showed a much lower balance than what they actually had. They also created a fake receipt for the watch that showed a much lower price than what it was actually worth.
Slevin then went to meet with the bosses again. This time, he came with the fake account statement and the fake receipt. He handed them over to the bosses and told them that he had managed to sell some of his belongings to come up with the money.
The bosses were suspicious, but they couldn’t find any fault in the documents. They reluctantly accepted the money and told Slevin that he was now in the clear.
Slevin breathed a sigh of relief as he left the meeting. He knew that he had managed to deceive both bosses, and he hoped that they wouldn’t figure out the truth. He went back to Lindsey’s apartment and told her everything.
Lindsey was impressed. “You did it,” she said.
Slevin smiled. “We did it.”
They both shared a moment of relief and then got back to planning their next move. They knew that the threat of Mr. Goodkat was still looming, and they needed to come up with a way to deal with him before it was too late.
Chapter 6 – The Twist
Slevin had thought that all his problems were over. He had come up with a plan to deceive both bosses, and it seemed foolproof. But fate had other plans.
As Slevin was leaving Lindsey’s apartment, he noticed a man following him. The man was tall, muscular, and had a bald head. He wore a black suit that hugged his body tightly, and his eyes were dark and menacing. Slevin recognized him as one of the bosses’ henchmen.
Slevin’s heart quickened as he realized that his plan might have been discovered. He tried to walk faster, but the henchman caught up with him in no time.
“Hey, you!” the henchman said, grabbing Slevin’s shoulder.
Slevin turned around, his face as expressionless as possible. “Yes?”
“You owe my boss some money,” the henchman said. “He wants it now.”
Slevin tried to act surprised. “What? I don’t owe your boss anything. You’ve got the wrong guy.”
“Don’t play games with me,” the henchman growled. “I know who you are. You’re Nick. And Nick owes my boss a lot of money. Now hand it over.”
Slevin knew that arguing would be pointless. He tried to think of a way out but couldn’t come up with anything. He decided to stall and buy time.
“Listen,” Slevin said, his voice trembling slightly. “I don’t have the money on me right now. But I can get it. Give me a day, and I’ll have it for you.”
The henchman shook his head. “Sorry, buddy. My boss doesn’t have the patience for that. He wants the money now. Or else.”
Slevin could feel the weight of the situation bearing down on him. His plan was falling apart, and he had no clue what to do next.
Suddenly, his phone rang. It was Lindsey.
“Hey, Slevin,” Lindsey said. “I was just going through my father’s files, and I found something interesting. Do you remember that box he gave you? The one with the lock?”
Slevin tried to focus, but the henchman was getting impatient.
“Look, I have to go,” Slevin said to Lindsey. “I’m in the middle of something.”
“Wait!” Lindsey said. “Just listen. The box has some documents that might be of use to you. Come back here, and we’ll open it together.”
Slevin realized that this might be his only chance. “Okay,” he said to Lindsey. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”
He hung up and turned to the henchman. “Look, I might have a way to get the money. But I need to go back to my friend’s place. She might have something that can help us.”
The henchman hesitated. “Fine,” he said. “But don’t try anything funny. I’ll be watching you.”
Slevin walked back with the henchman following him closely. He prayed that Lindsey’s plan would work.
When they reached Lindsey’s apartment, she opened the door with a smile.
“Slevin!” she exclaimed. “Come in. I have something to show you.”
Slevin walked in, with the henchman following him. Lindsey closed the door behind them and handed Slevin the box.
“Open it,” she said.
Slevin fumbled with the lock, his hands shaking. Finally, it clicked open, and he saw a file inside.
He opened the file and saw an old photograph of Lindsey’s father, The Rabbi, with a man he didn’t recognize.
“Who’s this?” Slevin asked.
Lindsey took the file from him and examined it closely. “I don’t know,” she said. “But it looks like my father was investigating him for something. Maybe this could be of use to you.”
Slevin’s mind was racing. He had to find a way out of this situation, and fast.
He turned to the henchman. “Listen, I have a deal for you. I’ll give you the money you want, but you have to do something for me first.”
The henchman raised an eyebrow. “What?”
Slevin took a deep breath. “I want you to kill the other boss. The one who’s been after me. If you do that, I’ll give you the money you want, and we’ll be even.”
The henchman seemed to consider this for a moment. “And how do I know you’ll keep your word?”
Slevin took out his phone and dialed Nick’s number. When Nick answered, Slevin put the phone on speaker.
“Nick,” Slevin said. “I need you to do something for me. I need you to transfer all the money you owe to the other boss to this guy’s account. Can you do that?”
Nick hesitated. “I don’t know, man. That’s a lot of money.”
Slevin pleaded with him. “Please, Nick. I need this. Just do it for me.”
Nick finally agreed, and Slevin gave the henchman the account details.
“Now, will you do what I asked?” Slevin said.
The henchman nodded. “Okay. But you have to come with me. And no funny business.”
Slevin knew he was risking everything, but he had no choice. He followed the henchman out of the apartment, his heart pounding in his chest.
They drove to a secluded location, where the other boss was waiting. The henchman got out of the car and walked towards him, his hand in his pocket.
Slevin stayed in the car, unable to move. He heard a gunshot and closed his eyes.
When he opened them again, the henchman was back in the car, holding a gun.
“It’s done,” he said.
Slevin breathed a sigh of relief. He had made it out alive.
But his relief was short-lived. As they drove away, the henchman turned to him and said, “Now, it’s your turn.”
Slevin’s heart stopped. He knew what was coming next.
The henchman pulled out his gun, and Slevin closed his eyes, waiting for the inevitable.
But then he heard a click. The henchman’s gun had jammed.
Slevin saw his chance and punched the henchman hard in the face. The henchman fell unconscious, and Slevin quickly got out of the car and ran away.
He didn’t stop until he was several blocks away, panting and sweating. He had made it out alive yet again, but he knew his troubles weren’t over.
He had to find a way to get the remaining money for the other boss, or he would be hunted down for the rest of his life.
Slevin realized that he needed to regroup and come up with a new plan. He needed to stay one step ahead of both bosses and the assassin. But how?
As he walked down the street, he noticed a poster for a magic show. And suddenly, an idea popped into his head. An insane, risky plan that just might work.
Slevin smiled to himself. He had a lot of work to do, but he was ready for it. He was going to pull off the greatest magic trick of all time.
Chapter 7 – The Climax
Slevin stood in the abandoned warehouse, the smell of rotting wood and debris overwhelming his senses. He had finally come face to face with both bosses and the notorious assassin, Mr. Goodkat. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he tried to stay calm and think of a way out of this deadly situation.
“Where’s the money, Slevin?” The first boss demanded, his voice harsh.
“He doesn’t have it,” the second boss replied, a smug smile on his face. “He’s just a pawn in this game.”
Mr. Goodkat remained silent, his sharp eyes scanning the room. Slevin could feel the weight of the assassin’s gaze on him, and his heart raced with fear.
“I have a proposition,” Slevin finally spoke up, his voice shaky. “I can get you both the money you want, but you have to let me go.”
The first boss laughed. “You think we’re stupid? You’re not going anywhere until we get what we want.”
Slevin knew he had to think fast. He glanced over at Lindsey, who was waiting in the shadows, and gave her a nod. It was time to put their plan in motion.
Suddenly, Lindsey emerged from the shadows, holding a briefcase. “I have the money,” she announced, her voice steady.
The bosses’ eyes widened as Lindsey approached them, the briefcase held out in front of her. Slevin knew they were caught off guard, and he took the opportunity to make his move.
He lunged at Mr. Goodkat, hoping to catch him off guard. But the assassin was quick, and he pulled out his gun, aiming it straight at Slevin.
There was a moment of tense silence, and then a gunshot rang out. Slevin braced himself for impact, but it never came. Instead, he saw Mr. Goodkat fall to the ground, a bullet wound in his chest.
Lindsey had pulled out her own gun, and she had fired the shot that took down Mr. Goodkat. Slevin felt a surge of relief wash over him as he realized they had succeeded.
The bosses were stunned, and Slevin took the opportunity to grab the briefcase and run. He and Lindsey raced out of the warehouse, their hearts pounding with adrenaline.
As they emerged onto the city streets, Slevin finally breathed a sigh of relief. He had faced his fears and come out alive. And thanks to Lindsey, he had the money he needed to start a new life.
Slevin and Lindsey disappeared from the city, their briefcase full of money in tow. They lived a quiet life, far away from the dangerous world they had left behind.
But as they settled into their new home and tried to forget the past, Slevin couldn’t help but wonder about the mysterious Mr. Goodkat. Who was he, and why had he been sent to kill him?
It wasn’t until months later that Slevin finally got his answer. A package arrived at their doorstep, containing a letter and a small piece of jewelry. The letter explained that Mr. Goodkat had been hired by Slevin’s long-lost father, who had been a powerful crime lord before his death.
The piece of jewelry was a family heirloom, passed down from Slevin’s father. Slevin finally had the answers he had been seeking, but he knew that the past would always be a part of him.
As he looked at the piece of jewelry, he knew that he would always carry the weight of his father’s legacy. But with Lindsey by his side, he was ready to face whatever the future held.
Some scenes from the movie Lucky Number Slevin written by A.I.
INT. NICK’S APARTMENT – DAY
SLEVIN, a handsome and charming man in his late 20s, enters Nick’s apartment for the first time. He looks around the disheveled space with a mix of curiosity and apprehension. The doorbell rings, and Slevin jumps, startled.
Who is it?
It’s me, Nick. Let me in.
Slevin hesitates for a moment before opening the door to let Nick in.
Hey man, thanks for letting me crash here.
No problem. You need a place to stay, I’m happy to help.
You’re a lifesaver. I owe you one.
No, you don’t. It’s all good.
Nick looks over Slevin’s shoulder and sees a large, ominous-looking man standing in the hallway. The man raises an eyebrow, and Nick quickly turns back to Slevin.
Hey, meet my friend, The Boss.
We need to talk.
I’ll be right back.
Nick and The Boss disappear into another room, leaving Slevin alone in the living room. Slevin looks around, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that has settled over him.
Suddenly, the door bursts open, and two more men enter the room. They grab Slevin and drag him towards the door.
What’s going on? Let me go!
(to Thug 2)
This isn’t Nick.
Who are you?
Slevin looks at the two men, confused.
I’m Slevin. Who the hell are you guys?
Logline: A case of mistaken identity puts Slevin in the middle of a war between two ruthless crime bosses and a notorious assassin. Slevin must come up with a plan to survive, while trying to uncover the truth behind the mix-up.
Slevin – A quick-witted and resourceful man who finds himself in a dangerous situation.
Lindsey – Slevin’s neighbor and love interest. She helps him navigate through the dangerous world of the crime bosses.
The Bosses – The two rival crime bosses who are at odds with each other. They will stop at nothing to get what they want.
Mr. Goodkat – The notorious assassin who is hired by both bosses to eliminate Slevin.
The story takes place in a gritty, urban city. The locations include rundown apartments, a seedy bar, and the bosses’ luxurious offices.
INT. SLEVIN’S APARTMENT – DAY
Slevin paces back and forth in his small apartment, trying to come up with a plan. Lindsey sits on the couch, watching him.
Lindsey: “What are you going to do?”
Slevin: “I don’t know yet. I have to figure out a way to get out of this mess.”
Lindsey: “Maybe we should go to the police.”
Slevin: “And tell them what? That I’m being hunted by two of the biggest crime bosses in the city? No, thanks.”
Lindsey: “Then what do you suggest?”
Slevin stops pacing and looks at Lindsey.
Slevin: “I have an idea. But I need your help.”
Slevin explains his plan to Lindsey, who looks at him skeptically.
Lindsey: “That’s crazy. You’ll never be able to pull it off.”
Slevin: “I have to try. It’s the only way.”
Lindsey nods, reluctantly agreeing to help.
Lindsey: “Okay. What do you need me to do?”
Slevin: “First, we need to get some disguises.”
The two of them set off to acquire the necessary items to carry out Slevin’s plan.
EXT. NEW YORK CITY – NIGHT
Slevin is walking down a dark alley, trying to stay low and out of sight. Suddenly, he hears a rustling sound behind him. He turns around to see Mr. Goodkat, the notorious assassin, walking towards him.
You must be Slevin.
Slevin doesn’t respond, but the fear in his eyes is evident.
MR. GOODKAT (CONT’D)
I’ve been sent to take care of you.
Slevin starts backing away, but Mr. Goodkat takes out his gun and points it at his head.
MR. GOODKAT (CONT’D)
You’re not going anywhere.
Slevin’s mind races as he tries to think of a way out of this situation. He looks around and sees a metal pole lying nearby. He quickly grabs it and swings it at Mr. Goodkat, hitting him in the head.
Mr. Goodkat falls to the ground, unconscious. Slevin takes the opportunity to run away, leaving Mr. Goodkat behind.
INT. LINDSEY’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
Slevin barges into Lindsey’s apartment, out of breath and panicked.
What’s wrong? Why are you here?
Slevin tries to catch his breath before responding.
He found me. Mr. Goodkat. He tried to kill me.
Lindsey’s eyes widen in shock.
We have to get out of here. Now.
Slevin nods in agreement, and the two quickly gather their belongings and head out the door.
INT. LUXURY HOTEL – DAY
Slevin sits in a room with both bosses – The Rabbi and The Boss, seated across from him at a table. Slevin looks visibly nervous, while the bosses seem calm and composed.
We’ve given you enough time to come up with the money. Where is it?
Maybe he’s hiding it under that ridiculous hat of his.
Slevin tries to speak, but The Rabbi cuts him off.
You think you’re smarter than us? You’re just a small time crook. You don’t know who you’re dealing with.
Slevin takes a deep breath and gathers himself.
I know exactly who I’m dealing with. And I have a proposal that I think will benefit all of us.
The bosses exchange a look, intrigued.
I’ve come up with a plan to pay off both debts. But I need your help.
The Rabbi leans in, interested.
Slevin lays out his plan, which includes a fake robbery of both bosses’ money, with Slevin being the “mastermind” behind it. The bosses initially seem hesitant, but eventually agree to the plan.
And what’s in it for you?
I get a cut of the money, and you both go after each other instead of me.
The Rabbi and The Boss exchange another look.
You really think you’re that clever, don’t you?
I know I am.
The bosses nod, impressed.
Alright. We’ll do it your way. But if you’re lying to us, you’re dead.
Slevin nods, relieved.
I wouldn’t dream of it.
The scene ends with the three of them shaking hands, sealing the deal.
INT. LINDSEY’S APARTMENT – DAY
Slevin and Lindsey are sitting at the kitchen table, surrounded by stacks of paper and files.
Lindsey: “So, what’s the plan, Slevin?”
Slevin: “We’re going to set up a meeting with both bosses at the same time, in the same place. We’ll give them fake account numbers and passwords, and make it look like we’re transferring the money.”
Lindsey: “And then what?”
Slevin: “We’ll both leave the room, pretending to make phone calls to confirm the transfer. While they’re distracted, we’ll grab the money and disappear.”
Lindsey: “Sounds risky. What if they catch us?”
Slevin: “We need to make sure they’re both there. If one is missing, we’ll know something’s up. And we’ll have to be quick.”
Lindsey: “Okay, I’m in. Let’s do this.”
Slevin and Lindsey continue to work on their plan, their faces tense with determination.