Cellular Page #26

She could be anywhere.

A few more steps forward -- then he pauses. Stays

absolutely still.

She's heard enough of the creaking to draw her to him.

It's nearly pitch black in that narrow hall.

If he can't see her then she can't see him.

He's ready to put the cellular to use.

EXTREME CLOSE UP - CELL PHONE

As Theo punches REDIAL.

WIDER SHOT:

As in the darkness another cell phone begins to ring.

(Theo guessed right. Lenore is still in possession of the

cellular that once belonged to him. The cellular Nelson

dialed only minutes ago.)

The ringing in the dark pinpoints Lenore's position exactly.

Theo empties his weapon in the direction of the ringing.

There's a scream. Several flashes as Lenore's gun goes off

-- as we hear her fall.

Then just the constant unnerving sound of the cellular

ringing.

Theo waits. Then he hears her.

LENORE'S VOICE

Oh God -- Oh no -- Help me --

Don't let me -- Die.

THEO:

Didn't we play this scene before?

LENORE'S VOICE

Don't leave me here to die --

Theo, please -- you can't let me

die --

THEO:

I'm afraid I've used up all my

good deeds for the day.

There's another gunshot fired by her -- a wild shot that

blows a hole in the stucco wall inches away from Theo's

head.

Then the sound of the gun clattering to the wood floor. A

gasp. Then only the continuous ringing ...

After a moment Theo approaches her body. He's still

dragging the backpack beside him.

He kicks the .38 away from her cautiously before

ascertaining that she's no longer any threat. She won't

live much longer. But she can still speak. The phone lying

beside her keeps ringing.

LENORE:

I picked the wrong number when I

chose you ... didn't I?

THEO:

Turns out you did me a favor.

You're looking at a rich man.

LENORE:

-- The phones, Theo. Don't leave

any of them behind. The cops

could pull up a record of all our

calls and -- find you.

Even lying there losing blood she's still trying to call the

shots.

THEO:

You are some control freak, lady.

He bends over and retrieves his own cellular, flipping it

off before dropping it in the backpack along with Nelson's

phone.

LENORE:

I've got ... one last number for

you, Theo ...

THEO:

I don't want it.

LENORE:

My fence in San Francisco ...

305-4410. Maurice. Don't take

less than a third on the face

value of those bonds.

THEO:

Sure, like I'm gonna take advice

from you.

LENORE:

I told you ... sooner or later

you'd have to trust me ...

She raises her hand and Theo grips it tightly. He can see

she's slipping away.

THEO:

You know, I meant what I said

about falling for your voice.

Through the pain she forces an odd smile.

THEO (Cont'd)

Now just say goodbye.

But she isn't saying anything more. She releases his hand.

Her head slumps to the side. She's dead. He looks at her

for a long moment -- sadly -- before leaving her there.

INT. ENTRY HALL

Theo pauses by Grillo's body and searches his pockets. He

finds his own car keys.

EXT. THE OLD SPANISH HOUSE - DAY

As Theo emerges and crosses to his Chrysler, peers inside --

THEO'S POV - THE MONEY, THE BONDS - THE ATTACHE CASE

All where Lenore and Grillo left them on the seat.

WIDER SHOT - IN CAR

As Theo stuffs everything of value into the backpack and

tosses it on the floor next to him.

He starts the engine and backs out.

He executes a turn and heads back down the hill.

He doesn't look back.

EXT. THE ROAD STRETCHING BELOW THE GETTY MUSEUM - DAY

As Theo drives safely away.

INT. THEO'S CAR

He hits Sunset and keeps going.

After a moment he reaches over into the backpack and

retrieves his own cellular for one final call. He dials

411 --

THEO:

(into phone)

Information -- I need a number for

the United Airlines shuttle to San

Francisco.

It seems he's taking Lenore's advice after all. But the

call is interrupted by a shrill beeping.

The battery has finally run out.

Theo looks down at the phone fondly.

THEO:

I take back every rotten thing I

said about you.

The much despised cellular which got him into this -- has

gotten him out of it and made him rich.

The phone continues beeping plaintively as he smiles at it

with a warmth reserved for old friend who's shared a lot of

grief and whose time is now up.

THEO:

You did good. Get some rest.

Theo kisses the cellular lovingly -- then flips it off.

CLICK! SILENCE!

BLACKOUT:

THE END:

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