Cellular Page #16

THEO:

At least one.

LENORE:

Plus they'll remember you going

after his daughter at school.

THEO:

You timed that beautifully.

LENORE:

They always pick Rachel up early

on Thursday.

THEO:

I got what I f***ing deserved. I

had it all. I could've kept

going!

LENORE:

As they say -- no good deed goes

unpunished.

THEO:

And all that crap about your

driver being murdered by a cop --

LENORE:

I thought it was inspired.

THEO:

There was no cop involved. Oh

sh*t! F***!

He realizes he assaulted a real L.A. cop on the job. Maybe

that cop is awake in the trunk and can hear what's going on.

But she doesn't know that.

LENORE:

Sit completely still with both

hands on the wheel -- until they

get here.

THEO:

Why pick me to be your "mark?"

LENORE:

Nobody's easier to con than a con

man.

THEO:

You knew about me.

Suddenly there's a violent thumping inside the car. The

vehicle is shaking. Lenore has no idea what it is. Theo

knows immediately.

It's the cop locked up in the trunk. He's conscious and

trying to bust his way out.

The distraction causes Lenore to glance toward the rear of

the vehicle -- and it gives Theo the chance to clip her

across the jaw. With the other hand he twists the gun out

of her hand -- even as she is able to fire off one shot. It

singes Theo's hair leaving a powder burn across his scalp

and shatters the side window.

The van has pulled to a stop six feet ahead of Theo's car.

Two men inside are halfway out. A large powerful linebacker

and a Haitian with braided hair.

Before they can completely emerge, Theo's foot hits the gas.

His car plows straight into the van stunning both me.

Lenore has slumped to the floor of the car as Theo struggles

to back up. He's hooked onto part of the torn wreckage of

the van.

The larger man inside the van recovers and tries to fire --

but the clip jams. By the time he slams the clip straight

Theo is backing away into a hairpin turn.

Several shots are now fired at the departing Chrysler.

TIGHT INSERT SHOT - TWO BULLETS PUNCTURE THE TRUNK -- which

holds the unfortunate cop. There's a SCREAM!

WIDER SHOT - Theo smashes through a low barricade and plows

down a hillside onto the beach. In a moment he's driving up

the Temescal beach -- a totally illegal route -- but the

quickest getaway path. An old man flying a kite dashes out

of his way.

There's a ramp up ahead down which beach cleaning equipment

may gain access. One such large orange vehicle is just

accessing the beach.

Theo leans on his horn. The sanitation dept. vehicle pulls

up short just avoiding a head-on smashup with Theo who

speeds by and up the ramp -- heading back toward the Pacific

Coast Highway.

INT. THEO'S CAR

Lenore still lies on the floorboard along with some of the

bonds and the money.

Theo has the gun in his right hand as he steers with his

left. The cell phone is on the seat.

The thumping from the trunk continues.

LENORE:

Who's in back?

THEO:

L.A.P.D.

LENORE:

Sh*t. You couldn't be in much

worse shape.

ANGLE ON VAN:

Battered but fully operable -- in pursuit.

INT. THEO'S CAR - DAY

The phone conversation between Theo and those in the van

remains open. Theo's hands are occupied with the wheel and

the gun which he holds on Lenore in an effort to make her

behave.

THEO:

Your friends are probably still on

the line. Pick it up and say

hello.

LENORE:

There's no way out for you. You

have to deal with us.

THEO:

Assure them that you're being well

treated.

Lenore finally lifts the cellular and speaks.

LENORE:

Nels, are you there? Hello, is

anybody there?

The thick voice we've become accustomed to hearing comes on

the line. (Now we'll call him by his actual name: NELSON.)

NELSON:

I thought you said you could

handle him.

LENORE:

I'm doing fine. Theo wants to

deal.

THEO:

Tell them I'm keeping what's left.

I earned it. I probably killed

some poor bastard for it.

LENORE:

He seems to think he's entitled to

it all.

THEO:

Not all. They already have a

third. The question is how much

of that are they willing to give

to get you back?

LENORE:

You won't shoot me. That's not

your style.

THEO:

We might hit a bump and the gun

might go off. Ever see that

Tarantino movie -- where Travolta

blew that guy away in the back

seat -- purely by accident?

LENORE:

Do you have to point that?

THEO:

Absolutely. And Topanga Canyon

has a hell of a lot of potholes if

I recall.

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