Cellular Page #17

LENORE:

He seems to be headed for Topanga.

THEO:

I'm not trying to lose them. Nor

am I exceeding any speed limits.

LENORE:

The one thing you don't want is to

attract the police.

THEO:

Granted, the cops are not an

alternative. Certainly not with

one of their own still locked in

my trunk.

LENORE:

I don't hear him moving around

anymore.

THEO:

Those shots your associates got

off may not have done him too much

good. That's on their head. All

I did I was put him there.

LENORE:

A typical f***-up.

THEO:

What's that supposed to me?

LENORE:

I knew you were a loser the first

night I laid eyes on you.

THEO:

You, I would've noticed.

LENORE:

Oh no, you were too busy trying to

keep some Croatian from slapping

the sh*t out of his girlfriend.

She showed her gratitude by almost

taking your eye out with her

spiked heel.

THEO:

You were at the Emerald that

night?

LENORE:

Naturally you didn't learn your

lesson.

THEO:

I guess I ought to stop seeing

woman as victims.

LENORE:

I think it was my tone of voice

more than anything else that sold

you. And when you thought I was

being kicked around, I wish I

could've seen your face.

THEO:

You're enjoying this too much.

Theo squeezes the trigger -- pumps off a shot into the seat

beside her.

It's the sound of the shot inside the enclosed vehicle that

shocks her. She SCREAMS.

THEO:

Now you're starting to sound like

a victim again.

LENORE:

You could've hit me.

THEO:

Only in the leg or the thigh.

You'd live but you just wouldn't

wear shorts.

LENORE:

You wouldn't --

THEO:

Yes I would. Not kill you. But

blow off a few toes, absolutely.

I'm entitled to that as

retribution. It'll help you to

remember me in years to come --

every time you put on stockings.

They must have prosthetic toes by

now -- with little nails on them

you can polish --

LENORE:

Stop talking like that!

THEO:

Then scream for me. A repeat

performance. Let me see how easy

you can turn it on. Scream! I

want to hear you scream for me!

Lenore fakes the first two screams but then they become more

real as she focuses on the gun bouncing around in his hand.

Her final screams are not act.

Nelson's voice is heard over the phone.

NELSON:

What's he doing? Answer me!

THEO:

Better reassure him.

LENORE:

(into cellular)

I'm still okay.

THEO:

Inform him the fee is seventy-five

large for your return. All parts

intact.

LENORE:

He wants 75 back.

THEO:

Plus names, addresses and I.D. for

the lot of you. We're in this

together and I need to know who my

partners are. In case I ever need

to roll over on somebody.

LENORE:

Did you hear that?

THEO:

Let me talk to him. Hold the

phone to my ear -- but don't nudge

me.

Lenore holds the phone up so Theo can continue driving with

his left hand while holding the gun in his right.

THEO:

Who am I talking to?

NELSON:

Call me "Nels."

THEO:

Okay Nels, you can always keep

what you've got and haul ass

leaving the lovely lady for me to

worry about. I'll bet she can be

friendly when it's in her best

interests.

NELSON:

If you're looking for a quickie

all you've got to do is ask.

THEO:

I think I've already had a

"quickie." Thank you.

Now Theo makes a sharp tight turn off P.C.H. onto Topanga.

THEO:

Follow me across Topanga.

Theo looks in the rearview and sees the van directly behind

him.

EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - TOPANGA AREA - DAY

CAMERA PANS TO REVEAL - Highway patrol officer in his car --

reporting in.

MOTORCYCLE COP:

Vehicle matching description 1995

Chrysler convertible maroon wanted

in connection with missing

L.A.P.D. officer. Has turned

north onto Topanga. Two

passengers. One believed to be

female. Request backup. License

number G47495J.

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