Breakdown Page #11

CALHOUN:

Yes... sir. I’m the manager.

Would you like to have a seat?

Jeff remains standing. He eyes the other customers

nervously.

CALHOUN:

Sir?

JEFF:

(turning; preoccupied)

What?

CALHOUN:

I said you can have a seat if you

want.

JEFF:

Right.

He takes a seat across the desk from the manager, reaches

into his wallet and brings out several forms of

identification.

(CONTINUED)

63.

CONTINUED:

JEFF:

Here’s my driver’s license, credit

card if you need it, my account

number in Boston... How long is

this going to take?

Calhoun looks at him curiously.

CALHOUN:

Are you all right?

JEFF:

(quickly)

Yes, I’m fine. Look, that account

only has $5,000 in it. How much

can you advance me on my credit

card?

CALHOUN:

Excuse me?

JEFF:

(impatient)

My credit card. I’ve got a $6,000

limit. Can you advance me the

whole $6,000?

Calhoun looks mystified.

CALHOUN:

No, I can’t. For non-customers

the limit is $500 a day. Sir, are

you sure you’re all right?

JEFF:

Yes, I’m fine. Just... transfer

the money, okay?

Calhoun raises an eyebrow and begins filling out the

transfer form. Jeff eyes him, decides he has to risk it.

He leans toward the desk.

JEFF:

Look, I’m going to tell you

something. Whatever happens, just

keep filling out that form, okay?

CALHOUN:

(looking up;

baffled)

Sir?

JEFF:

There are people watching -

(CONTINUED)

64.

CONTINUED:

COWBOY (O.S.)

Excuse me, you the manager?

Jeff turns. A GUY wearing cowboy boots and a feed cap

stands behind him.

CALHOUN:

Yes, I am.

COWBOY:

Lady over there said to see you

about a car loan.

CALHOUN:

(indicating

waiting area)

Certainly, sir. Would you like to

have a seat?

The guy takes a seat ten feet away. Jeff looks at him,

paranoid. Their eyes meet. Jeff looks away quickly.

CALHOUN:

(turning back

to Jeff)

You were saying, Mr. Taylor?

JEFF:

Just... transfer the money.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK REST ROOM -DAY

Jeff enters and locks the door.

He startles at his reflection in the mirror. He is

sunburned, dirty, lacerated.

He opens a cabinet and rifles through the supplies,

looking for anything that could be used as a weapon. He

tosses aside detergents and air fresheners.

He picks up the toilet plunger, pulls the wooden rod from

the rubber base. He swings it into his palm a few times,

testing it as a club. It’s too bulky. He won’t be able

to conceal it.

He checks his watch. Time is running out. He takes one

last look around the bathroom, then exits.

65.

INT. BANK -DAY

Jeff comes out of the rest room. The manager is behind

the teller’s counter. The cowboy is gone. In his place

sits a middle-aged blue collar worker. He looks at Jeff.

Jeff takes a seat, glances at Calhoun’s empty desk.

There is a letter opener on the desk, several paper bands

for wrapping currency.

Positioning his body so no one can see, Jeff takes the

letter opener and slips it into his sleeve. He scoops up

a handful of currency wrappers.

Jeff goes to the teller’s window, scribbles something on

the back of a deposit slip and hands it to the teller.

JEFF:

Would you tell the manager I want

the money in these denominations?

The teller looks at him oddly.

CUT TO:

EXT. STREET -DAY

Jeff comes out of the bank with a manila envelope,

glancing up and down the street. There’s no sign of the

men. He squints toward the mesa. No sign of them there

either.

He stands there. What’s he supposed to do now? He

checks his watch, growing anxious. Finally he is about

to jog back in the direction he came, when... a PHONE

RINGS.

Jeff turns. There’s a pay PHONE down the street. It

RINGS again. He approaches quickly, lifts the receiver.

JEFF:

I’m here.

RED (V.O.)

(filtered)

No sh*t. I can SEE that. How

much you got?

Jeff looks up and down the street, trying to figure out

where they’re watching from. He looks toward the bank,

glimpses the manager peering through the window.

JEFF:

The whole thing. Ninety thousand.

(CONTINUED)

66.

CONTINUED:

RED (V.O.)

(filtered)

Good. Turn left and start walking

toward the main road. Get in the

first car that stops.

JEFF:

When do I see my wife?

RED (V.O.)

(filtered)

When I say so. Now walk.

The LINE CLICKS. Jeff hangs up and starts walking.

CUT TO:

INT. BANK -DAY

Calhoun speaks on the phone.

CALHOUN:

Marie, this is Roger Calhoun down

at the bank. Is the Sheriff

there?

(a beat)

Well, maybe it’s nothing, but you

might tell him we just had a

fellow in here acting kind of

strange...

CUT TO:

EXT. HIGHWAY -OUTSKIRTS OF TOWN -DAY

Jeff walks along the road, carrying the envelope.

Various cars pass in either direction, but none slow

down.

Jeff stiffens as an 18-wheeler approaches. But the TRUCK

THUNDERS past, blowing a cloud of dust and sand in his

face.

Jeff continues walking, anxiously checking over his

shoulder every few moments. His eyes narrow.

The Dodge Ram pickup is cruising toward him. It slows,

then brakes to a halt. The passenger door opens. Earl

sits behind the wheel, aiming an automatic pistol.

EARL:

Toss the envelope on the seat.

(CONTINUED)

67.

CONTINUED:

Jeff stands firm.

JEFF:

No. First you tell me where she

is.

EARL:

Wrong, a**hole. First you give me

the money, then you find out.

Unless you want me to shoot you

dead right here on the highway.

Jeff looks around, wonders if Earl would risk shooting

him in view of passing traffic.

Jeff hesitates, then tosses the envelope on the seat.

Earl opens it, reaches in and pulls out several packets

of currency. They are wrapped with paper bands and

appear to be stacks of fifties and hundreds. He replaces

them and gestures at Jeff with the gun.

EARL:

Now lift your shirt and jacket and

turn around.

Jeff complies. Earl sees that he isn’t carrying a gun.

He beckons Jeff toward the truck with the automatic.

EARL:

Turn around, hands behind your

back, and step toward the truck.

Jeff takes two backwards steps toward the passenger side

door. Earl grabs his arms, yanks roughly and wraps them

with several layers of duct tape.

EARL:

Now get up in the truck, knees on

the floor. Do it now!

Jeff struggles into an awkward kneeling position on the

floor, facing the rear of the pickup, his belly pressed

against the seat.

Earl reaches over and pulls the door shut. He throws the

truck in gear and starts driving. Jeff grimaces, looking

up at him.

JEFF:

I gave you the money. Now let her

go.

(CONTINUED)

68.

CONTINUED:

EARL:

’Let her go.’ Do I look like I

have her?

JEFF:

What the hell -

Earl backhands Jeff against the passenger door. There is

a RINGING sound and Earl pulls a CELL PHONE from his

pocket. He presses a button and raises it to his face.

EARL:

(on phone)

It’s done. I’m heading in.

(a beat;

listening)

Gotcha.

He ends the call and tosses the cell phone on the dash.

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