Cellular Page #23
As Theo predicted it's a snowstorm of cash and negotiable
instruments.
WIDER SHOT - THE FREEWAY - DAY
As bills of high denominations waft through the air landing
upon and sticking to the windshields of other vehicles.
The door to Theo's car is flung open. He's trying to jump.
MULTIPLE SHOTS - Other drivers in their cars reacting to the
appearance of cash money on the opposite side of the glass.
It's money they can't reach. They're going at better than
60 mph now and the dough is on the outside of their
windshield. Some nearly lose control and veer into other
lanes.
INT. THEO'S CAR - DAY
The front passenger door flung wide open. Grillo panics.
His fortune is blowing to hell. Lenore, in back, is still
recovering from the blow to the head.
Grillo still has a firm grip on Theo who's attempting to
bail out. Theo elbows Grillo, stunning him.
The excavation ahead and the converging lanes have forced
traffic to slow to the 40's -- as Theo breaks loose and
jumps.
ANGLE ON THEO'S BODY
Hitting the surface of the freeway and rolling.
Other vehicles are coming at him --
But he rolls out of their path and into the excavation that
has narrowed the lanes at this section of the freeway.
He lies there on his back wondering if any bones are broken.
He aches all over -- but he's alive.
A few cars and a trailer truck have pulled to a stop.
Motorists and the truck driver rush out to the aid of the
man they saw fall from the car. (The trucker is a thickly
built Greek.)
They crowd around Theo.
MOTORIST:
Talk to me!
TRUCKER:
Trying to commit suicide, Mister?
Theo has to think of some response.
THEO:
Reach into my inside pocket.
You'll find I.D.
The motorist finds the folder with the fake badge.
FIRST MOTORIST:
Sh*t. He's a federal agent.
THEO:
U.S. Treasury. On the job.
FIRST MOTORIST:
If I knew you were a tax man I
would've run over you.
2ND MOTORIST
Hope you know how close you came.
THEO:
I been accident prone all day.
FIRST MOTORIST:
This have anything to do with the
money I thought I saw flying all
over the f***ing freeway?
THEO:
TRUCKER:
I already called for an ambulance.
THEO:
You've got a phone?
TRUCKER:
Doesn't everybody?
That's the magic word to Theo. He starts to get up.
THEO:
I need a ride. Help me up.
2ND MOTORIST
Better wait for assistance.
THEO:
Just give me a hand. See, I can
walk. Hoist me up in there.
They all help Theo into the cab of the truck.
Theo looks at his hands. They're raw, having been badly
scraped when he hit the freeway. His pants and jacket are
torn at the knees and elbows.
THEO:
This was once a brand new Armani.
The Greek trucker climbs behind the wheel.
TRUCKER:
You ought to be examined.
The truck is already in motion.
EXT. THE FREEWAY
The bottleneck ahead has opened up. The trailer truck
barrels on ahead.
THEO IN TRUCK:
He sees something of interest ahead.
THEO'S POV - FROM SPEEDING TRUCK
There in the emergency lane to the far right is Theo's
Chrysler pulled over.
Lenore and Grillo are out and leaning inside the trunk,
trying to organize and secure what's left of their booty.
It seems it's not all gone.
BACK ON THEO:
Amused. He reaches for the trucker's phone.
THEO:
Can I make a quick call?
TRUCKER:
Government business?
THEO:
Very official. 259-7881, if I
recall.
He dials. Nels answers instantly.
NELSON:
Yeah?
THEO:
Nels! Guess who? A friendly
voice from beyond the grave.
NELSON:
Who's this?
THEO:
I thought you'd know me by now.
NELSON:
What does it take to kill you?
THEO:
I suppose you're in your taxi?
NELSON:
Why would she want me to think you
were on ice?
THEO:
Intelligent question, Nels. I
believe she had plans for both our
bodies to be found in close
proximity.
NELSON:
That b*tch. What's keeping you
from taking off?
THEO:
My compensation! Somebody still
owes me -- big time!
TRUCKER:
(who's been listening)
What kind of Treasury Dept.
business is this?
THEO:
(covering phone
mouthpiece)
Undercover.
TRUCKER:
I thought so.
THEO:
(into phone)
Your partners are currently armed
and we're not. Our edge is that
they don't know we're in touch.
NELSON:
I can see the benefit in that.
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