Cellular Page #13
He starts the ignition and steps on the gas. He pulls away
leaving the police cruiser parked where it stands behind the
fruitstand.
INT. THEO'S CAR - DAY
He's sweating now. The attache case lies half open across
the seat next to him. The windows are down and the loose
money starts blowing all over the inside of the vehicle.
THEO:
Sh*t!
Theo quickly puts the windows up but the damage is done.
There are loose bills everywhere.
As he passes a mobile home park, he sees the carload that
may have spotted him assault the cop. They're at a pay
phone -- excitedly reporting it. One of them recognizes
Theo's vehicle going by and points.
ANGLE ON THEO:
Speeding up.
VIEW THRU WINDSHIELD - TEMESCAL CANYON BEACH TURNOFF
The huge parking lot is coming up on the left. It seems
totally vacant. Not another car in sight all the way up the
beach. No attendant is on duty so Theo simply pulls in and
keeps driving.
There's still no sign of the van.
Theo looks back toward the main highway half expecting to
see a squadron of police cars -- but traffic remains normal.
He sees a wooden shack -- a fast food outlet with large
colorful signs proclaiming "Fried Clams - Fried Chicken -
Ice Cream." It's off season and closed. Only the diehard
surfers can be seen far off shore.
He pulls up behind the concession stand so that his car is
hidden from the highway. He's only visible from the ocean
side.
Theo tries to gather up the money -- flatten it out -- put
it back in stacks and secure it inside the attache case. He
lays the officer's gun down on the seat while he does this.
Then the cell phone beeps. Theo answers quickly.
THEO:
I'm here. Where are you?
MALE VOICE:
We don't see you.
THEO:
I'm three quarters of the way up
the lot behind the concession
stand.
MALE VOICE:
Stay there.
THEO:
I don't want you within two
hundred feet. Park down by the
lifeguard station. Nobody gets
out.
MALE VOICE:
It's your call.
THEO:
F***ing "A" it is! Any argument
and I'm out of here.
MALE VOICE:
Just relax.
THEO:
I don't need to relax. The woman.
Put her on.
MALE VOICE:
You'll see her.
THEO:
I don't want to see her later. I
want to hear her now.
MALE VOICE:
(slightly off)
Talk to the man.
LENORE:
Thank you. God bless you for
helping us.
THEO:
Are you okay?
LENORE:
They wrapped tape around my wrists
and ankles.
THEO:
That's coming off. How about the
girl?
LENORE:
She's awake but she hasn't spoken.
I don't know what they did to her.
I don't want to think about it.
THEO:
Your husband?
LENORE:
He's in back. Lying face down.
They haven't hurt him anymore --
but he was crying. I never heard
Jack cry before --
THEO:
You're all three of you in that
van?
LENORE:
Yes.
THEO:
Now you're going to do just what I
tell you to. No discussion. No
hesitation.
LENORE:
Yes sir.
THEO:
Put the man back on.
MALE VOICE:
Satisfied?
THEO:
You already tried to pull one
little number on me -- and it
didn't work.
MALE VOICE:
I don't know what you mean.
THEO:
I still don't see you.
MALE VOICE:
We're waiting for the light to
cross the highway. It just
changed. We're in a grey van. It
reads "Noble Carpet Cleaners."
THEO'S POV - There it is. The grey Dodge van circa 1992
with the lettering "Noble Carpet Cleaners - L.A. - Santa
Monica - Marina Del Rey." The windows in back are painted
over.
The van enters the huge empty parking lot and keeps rolling.
THEO:
That's far enough. What -- do you
f***ing need a written map? Pull
over.
The van stops. There's a huge distance between them. The
negotiation continues over the cellular.
MALE VOICE:
We're waiting on you.
THEO:
Then just wait. I'm counting this
all out and deducting my share.
While I'm at it you can be getting
that tape off the lady. And her
little girl.
MALE VOICE:
It's in the process.
THEO:
I make my end of the cash at
184,000. Now I'm trying to figure
out the bonds. What the face
value is.
MALE VOICE:
You should've done all this
before.
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