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ONCE UPON A TIME IN LA A CRIMINAL BALLET WRITTEN BY CEASAR DEMETRIUS NICKSON BASED ON A TRUE AMERICAN CRIME STORY A LITERARY URBAN MASTERPIECE About two jewel thieves from Los Angeles name K-nine and Eyez who made American History in 1997-1998 by putting together a crew of 4 young beautiful girls (2 White, 1 black, and 1 Mexican) and pulled off 17 of The Most Brazen Jewelry Heist Ever Recorded. 17 Jewelry Heist a (World Record)that span 6 states from Beverly Hills to west Palm Beach and got away with a (World record) over 300 Million In Jewels in less than one year! This is not a Glorification, But rather another example of, The Rhythm it takes to dance to what (WE) have to live through. LA, Don’t cry for me, I did my thang, I kept my promise, Don’t keep your distance. Deuces! Fade In: EXT: DAYTIME It’s another beautiful day in the city of Los Angeles, better known as the City of Angels, K-nine steps out into the morning sunshine at his apartment complex on Saticoy Boulevard in Canoga Park, California. (The San Fernando Valley) He bends down to pick up the morning paper, he looks up and down the street, he hears the gate open behind him, out comes Maria (She lives in the building, K-nine turns around, MARIA: Hey homeboy, you wanna hit this? K-NINE: Only if it comes from you baby girl. MARIA: Yeah right! (K-nine takes the blunt out of Maria’s hand and takes a hit) (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 2. MARIA: Did my vato’s hook you up homeboy? K-NINE: Yeah, babygirl, Spider came through last night. (Spider is Maria’s cousin out of Pacoima, K-nine catches Maria staring at him) K-NINE: What the fuck are you look at? MARIA: You homeboy, there’s something about you, why you always seem in deep thought, the way you carry yourself, why you never try to hit on me? Are you afraid of pretty Mexican girls? K-NINE: If only you knew baby girl. MARIA: Tell me homeboy? (They stare at each other for a second, then K-nine takes another hit of the blunt and exhales) K-NINE: What time is it baby girl? MARIA: (Sighing) 9:30 homeboy, why? K-NINE: Gotta go babygirl, talk to you later! (K-nine jumps in his Chevy Silverado and takes off headed for the Mall) K-NINE: (Narrate) A wise man once said, Fuck the other wise man! (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 3. My name is K-nine, Most folks just call me ’Nine’. I’m outta LA, Eleven-Deuce. At this particular time in my life i’m a wanted man by the State of California. I was suppose to turn myself in and start serving ironically a 9 and a half year sentence for gun possession among some other charges, But, ’Nine’ ain’t the kind to just walk into no Prison! Feel Me? Anyway, I got other ID’s to help me out with my, on the run, sort to speak. I just had to get away from up North, the Sacramento area, to be exact, Yuba City. Finding me in LA is like looking for a neddle, you know the rest. But, in the meantime, I won’t lie, I’m into crime, and right about this time in my life, It’s time to get paid! So, this morning I’m on my way to case out this jewelry store I saw at the Mall the other day in Northridge, to see if it’s feasible to rob in broad daylight. (K-nine getting back home, time to call my homeboy Eyez) My nigga Eyez was from a Blood gang down in LA off La Brea and Rodeo. We met through a mutual friend back in the day and every since then he would call me if he had a money pay, and I would do the same. Now Eyez had the look that was perfect! This nigga looked straight harmless wearing those glasses and shit. Nah, he didn’t sag in baggy pant and shit, are flash his red rag. Eyez was one of those intelligent nigga’s. But, also he was a stone cold Blackstone. He had a set of skills most mothafucka’s can only wish for and he was dependable. He liked me because i guess he knew that i don’t give a fuck about much at this particular time in my life but getting paid! When he first met me back in the day, I would tell him, It ain’t all about letting the gun smoke lil homie, I’m about getting paid in my city, LA. Like my LA Lakers. MAGIC, KAREEM, SHAQ, and my real mothafucka! KOBE BRYANT! THE BLACK MAMBA! KILLA! Me and my boy Eyez is you how we win Championships! Ya Dig! In Fact, Seventeen of them in a row! SHOWTIME BABY! That’s the LA way! This ain’t no bullshit story like, Training Day, really Blood Nation, Don’t let Hollywood portray yall killa’s like yall won’t blow away a crooked COP! Or That other bullshit ass movie, American Gangster, That snitch ass nigga FRANK LUCAS! New York really! Whitey Bulger another snitch! Hollywood, Boy I’ll tell ya, Oceans 11, 12 threw 20 movies, Fake as Hell! Impossible crimes! Turn the lights out in the whole city of Las Vegas! Really! Hollywood, And those little rich white kids out of Beverly Hills that were breaking into there friends homes and stealing there used clothes and jewelry, You call those babies, The Bling Ring! Are you Fucking Kidding me! America, can you believe how they just make little white kids gangsta’s! Mothafucker’s are still sucking there thumbs! (Laughing) Look here, K-nine and Eyez are gonna show you a ’REAL BLING RING’! Those fucking kids should never be labeled criminals, kindergarden crimes! (laughing) Sorry, I can’t help myself, are the Worst! And I (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 4. can go on, But, I won’t. LA, This is my True Crime Story. Deuces! (Calling my boy Eyez) K-NINE: What’s up Babyboy? EYEZ: What’s up my nigga! K-NINE: Got something up, about making that money. EYEZ: You ain’t said nothing but a word, when? K-NINE: Tomorrow morning, meet me at my joint at about 9:00am. EYEZ: Bring my heat? K-NINE: Yeah, how else we’re gonna do this? with our finger’s! EYEZ: Fuck you nigga! K-NINE: See you tomorrow, Don’t be late, Peace. (Hanging up the phone) (The next morning, Eyez arrives at K-nine’s Apartment complex in Canoga Park) K-NINE: What’s up Babyboy, come on in. EYEZ: What’s this about my nigga? (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 5. K-NINE: We’re gonna rob a jewelry store I seen at the Mall yesterday. EYEZ: What! K-NINE: You heard me! EYEZ: In broad daylight! nigga you crazy! K-NINE: Look, no more than you! EYEZ: Fuck you! K-NINE: Look Eyez, I was in the Mall yesterday casing this jewelry store and what I saw nobody even looked are walked into this jewelry store for at least 30 minutes after it opened, That’s why we’re gonna be the first ones there to open it up, feel me? EYEZ: What about masks and hoodie’s my nigga to cover us up? K-NINE: Fuck that! they’ll spot us to easy, check this out. (K-nine goes to the back room and comes out with outfits, holding up dockers and Hilfiger shirts) K-NINE: This is what we’re gonna wear. EYEZ: Fuck that! I ain’t looking like no square ass nigga! K-NINE: (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 6. Eyez, that’s the whole point! if we look like square ass nigga’s, they’ll never see us coming. (Eyez thinking) K-NINE: Eyez, if we wear this, we will look harmless, we’ll look just like some square ass nigga’s with jobs and shit and that’s the look that’s gonna get us paid! (Eyez thinking, nodding his head) K-NINE: Come on my nig, try these on, we ain’t got much time before the Mall open’s! (They begin putting on the outfits and check themselves out in the mirror) EYEZ: Feel like I’m dressed for a fucking funeral! K-NINE: Well, if you die today, Don’t expect me to pay for it, I already brought your clothes nigga! EYEZ: Fuck you! They better not bury me in this bullshit! All my clothes better be ’Red’ my nigga, Blood Red. K-NINE: Eyez, What difference does it makes what color clothes your buried in? You know what I always say? EYEZ: Yeah, I know my nigga. K-NINE: It ain’t the color of the clothes, it’s the size of the bullet holes! Let’s go! (So on there way out of the building, they run into Maria) MARIA: Damn! K-nine, Why you dressed like that? (CONTINUED) CONTINUED: 7. K-NINE: Um? Going on a job interview babygirl. (Walking pass her while she smokes her blunt, as we leave the building, K-nine and Eyez enter the car on there way to the Mall) (In the car) EYEZ: What’s the plan my nigga? K-NINE: Okay, I got some Macy’s bags in the back with duffle bags folded up inside, we’ll both carry one bag. Fill all the bags up, It’ll look like we’ve already been shopping, feel me? I’ll go in first and get things started and you come right in behind me.