Cellular Page #12

MALE VOICE:

She's somewhat damaged in the

shipping. But nothing makeup

won't cover.

THEO:

Got a phone in that van?

MALE VOICE:

Sure.

THEO:

Take my number. When you see me

-- call me and I'll walk you

through the exchange. It's

308-9962 -- Repeat it back.

MALE VOICE:

308-9962.

THEO:

Beats yelling our brains out

across some parking lot.

MALE VOICE:

You're getting a lot of mileage

out of that cellular.

THEO:

I wish it had never been invented.

HIGH ANGLE - 7TH STREET OFF SAN VINCENTE - DAY

Theo rounding hairpin turns which carry him closer to the

Pacific Coast Highway and the beach.

EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - DAY

As Theo turns and heads up the coast. Camera follows --

A few hundred yards ahead a boarded up fruit and produce

stand is closed for the season.

Theo pulls off the highway and parks behind the stand. He

again pops the trunk using the release button in the glove

box.

He gets out and proceeds to the open trunk.

TIGHTER ANGLE - Theo again examines the overstuffed attache

case that will no longer lock. He flips it wide open, looks

over the loose money spilled out and the bonds secured with

rubber bands. He begins tying the money up with the rubber

bands -- stacking it. Diving it into portions.

He doesn't see or hear the highway patrol car that's quietly

pulling up behind him -- out of focus.

The whoosh of passing cars hides the sound of the prowl

car's arrival.

STILL IN SOFT FOCUS

We see the uniformed officer getting out and approaching.

Then Theo senses he's not alone. He hears the jingle of

keys and handcuffs on the officer's belt.

He turns halfway and the cop is there. The approaching cop

is about thirty and his nametag identifies him as "Grillo."

OFFICER GRILLO:

Saw you pull over. Thought you

might have a flat.

The lid of the trunk is still up. Theo casually lowers it.

OFFICER GRILLO:

Leave it open.

Theo leaves the lid three quarters of the way shut as he

turns to face the cop.

THEO:

Since when did you guys start

changing tires?

OFFICER GRILLO:

Only you don't have a flat.

THEO:

Seems not.

OFFICER GRILLO:

If you weren't going for a spare

what were you doing?

THEO:

Something was rattling around.

Some loose tools.

OFFICER GRILLO:

Mind if I have a look?

The cop's hand is resting on his revolver.

THEO:

Why are you picking on me for?

OFFICER GRILLO:

Was I picking on you? How come

you pulled in back of this

fruitstand?

THEO:

Tell the truth, I was going to

take a much needed leak.

GRILLO:

Now that'd be a misdemeanor.

THEO:

I got to get going. An agent is

showing me a house up on Broad

Beach in ten minutes.

GRILLO:

They'll wait. Meantime, raise the

lid.

Theo is thinking how Lenore described the murderer of her

driver as a uniformed cop who pulled her over.

Then he sees the cop's police car is identical to the one he

saw opposite the bank and near the parking garage.

THEO:

What'd you do? Tail me from

Brentwood?

GRILLO:

Why would I do that?

Theo lifts the lid to the trunk all the way up and steps

aside. The cop leans forward for a look.

He sees the attache case jammed shut against the tire. He

also can't miss the extra license plates that lie in plain

view.

GRILLO:

Let's have your license, mister.

THEO:

I'm going to level with you

officer.

Theo flashes the folder with the phony Treasury Dept. I.D.

which was to be used in the scam.

GRILLO:

What's this?

THEO:

See for yourself, federal agent,

U.S. Treasury. On the job.

As the confused cop studies the impressive I.D. Theo moves

into action, grabbing Grillo's gun hand so he can't draw the

weapon -- then throwing all his weight against the cop

forcing him close enough to the lid of the trunk to be

struck hard as Theo smashes it down on his shoulder.

Grillo is momentarily stunned and can't recover in time to

avoid the impact of the trunk smashing down again. This

time on the back of his neck.

THEO:

Does that answer your question?

He finishes Grillo with two brutal jabs to the jaw. The cop

goes limp.

Theo is alarmed as a car zips by on the highway and the

driver leans on its horn. He fears he's been seen. There's

no time to delay. He lifts the officer's legs and dumps

Grillo in the trunk.

THEO:

Seems I've got me a hostage.

He removes the cop's .38 calibre sidearm from its holster.

He grabs the attache case before shutting the trunk and

making sure it's secure.

Some fifty dollar bills fall loosely to the ground as Theo

hurries back to the driver's seat. He doesn't waste time

scooping more than one or two of them up.

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