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THEO:

Sure. And they left you upstairs

to make phone calls?

LENORE:

They gave me pills to make me

sleep. They didn't realize how

much Seconal I'm used to -- that

I'd have so much tolerance --

THEO:

Well I'm not tolerant of being

bothered with this bullshit story

when I'm about to make the most

important score of my life. This

has gotta be some "put-on," right?

LENORE:

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry to do

this to you.

THEO:

You're not doing anything to me --

because -- listen to this

carefully -- I do not care.

LENORE:

I don't believe you.

THEO:

(laughs)

You're the one who's not to be

believed.

LENORE:

My name is --

THEO:

I don't want to know --

LENORE:

(persists)

My name is Lenore Oberfeld.

THEO:

Don't expect me to tell you who I

am.

LENORE:

I realize you don't want to be

involved.

THEO:

I am not involved. Keep clicking

your little wires. You'll get

someone else. Good luck.

LENORE:

You won't disconnect.

THEO:

Oh won't I?

LENORE:

Because you know you'll be killing

us.

THEO:

Don't lay this on me!

LENORE:

Then hang up! Do it!

It's the total despair of these words that finally hooks

Theo Novak. He can't hang up.

THEO:

Why would anybody want to hurt

you?

LENORE:

They tortured my husband. Made

him give them the pin numbers of

our accounts. Once they get

what's in the safe deposit box

they'll kill us.

THEO:

Where'd they take you to?

LENORE:

I have no idea. They put us in

the back of a van with blacked out

windows. The shutters up here are

nailed shut.

THEO:

Well isn't there a number on the

goddam phone?

LENORE:

No -- nothing.

Theo is so shaken by the call he runs a stop sign. Other

cars honk furiously. He ignores them.

THEO:

Okay. The police are gonna need

your full name and address.

LENORE:

No! No police. They'll know

right away the authorities are

looking for us. They'll kill us.

We've seen their faces.

THEO:

The cops could trace this call

back to you.

LENORE:

One of them is a cop.

THEO:

What makes you say that?

LENORE:

He pulled us over as we left the

Riviera Tennis Club. Claimed we'd

run a stop sign. And when Elliot

was reaching for his license --

THEO:

Who?

LENORE:

Elliot -- our driver. The officer

put his gun to the back of

Elliot's head and -- fired. It

was so quick.

THEO:

Oh man. These people mean

business.

LENORE:

Then they took the Mercedes away

-- with his body in it.

THEO:

Listen, there's an overpass coming

up. I may lose you for a minute.

We see a freeway overpass up ahead clogged with congested

traffic. Theo could get stuck under it for awhile.

LENORE:

No don't. You could lose me for

good. Don't go through that

tunnel.

THEO:

I'm in traffic. There's no place

to turn.

LENORE:

Please.

THEO:

Sh*t!

Theo Novak throws on the brakes. The car behind him

screeches to a stop nearly rearending him.

DRIVER:

Are you nuts?

THEO:

Back up. I've got to pull out of

this lane.

DRIVER:

F***ing idiot!

THEO:

I acknowledge that! Just back up!

The cars behind are beginning to honk horns.

Theo is waving at the driver in the next lane.

THEO:

Hey Buddy! Can you let me pull

over? Give me some space to pull

over.

2ND DRIVER

Where do you think you're going?

THEO:

Any place.

2ND DRIVER

This is one way.

THEO:

I know. But it's an emergency.

Somebody dying. Okay?

2ND DRIVER

I don't see anybody in there but

you.

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