Dog Day Afternoon Page #12

MORETTI:

Right -- got ya. Okay, so there's

you -- what's your name?

SONNY:

What do you want to know that for?

MORETTI:

Give me a name, any name, just so I

got somethin' to call you.

SONNY:

Call me Sonny-boy.

MORETTI:

Sonny-boy, one word?

SONNY:

One word. You won't find it in the

phone book.

MORETTI:

Listen, Sonny... can I call you Sonny

for short?

SONNY:

Call me whatever you want.

MORETTI:

Okay, Sonny, I want to see if the

people in the bank are okay, then

what I want to do is work out a way

to get them out of there. I want to

come over there, without a gun...

and you can frisk me. So you can

see you can trust me. So we can

talk and find a way outta this mess.

SONNY:

I frisk you?

MORETTI:

You frisk me.

SONNY:

Right -- I'm with you, buddy.

MORETTI:

I'd like just some sign I can trust

you too, Sonny. I don't want to

trust my body out where you could

just shoot me. Some sight... right?

SONNY:

Sure... like... I'm not gonna shoot

you.

MORETTI:

How about letting the people out of

the bank. Why put them in this

position?

SONNY:

They're what's keeping me alive.

You think you're dealing with an

idiot? Talk to me then.

MORETTI:

Okay, give us the women.

SONNY:

Oh, no... Women is all we got.

MORETTI:

You're all one way! I'm bein'

reasonable with you; give me

somethin'... Give me one of them,

anyway... Just one...

SONNY:

So -- you want me to send one out

there... Okay. I'll see what I can

do.

Sonny hangs up and moves over to Sal. The rest of the group

has been trying to make out what's being said at the other

end of the conversation.

SONNY:

(to Sal)

He wants one.

SAL:

Dead or alive?

SONNY:

Alive.

Now Sonny looks at the group.

SONNY:

Okay... who's gonna go first?

Mulvaney now stands up at his desk, looks over at the group

near the vault. They look back at him, waiting for some

instructions.

MULVANEY:

It's up to you ladies.

SYLVIA:

Howard!

They are now unified. Sonny whispers something to Sal.

SONNY:

To show that we're negotiating.

SAL:

All right... send them the guard.

SONNY:

All right... let's go.

Sylvia takes Howard by the arms and starts to lead him toward

the front door. Sal watches as they move toward front door.

SAL:

Cover her, Sonny.

Sonny moves with them toward the front door, his gun aimed

at them during the walk.

Finally they arrive, and Howard moves toward the door by

himself. But the door is obviously locked.

SYLVIA:

He needs the keys.

Sonny gives her the keys.

SAL:

(from the rear)

Only one, Sonny.

Sonny covers Sylvia as she moves to unlock the front door

for Howard.

SYLVIA:

Go along, Howard.

ANGLE OUTSIDE DOOR

As Howard is pushed out the door by Sylvia, a cop from a

nearby car rushes up to him and shoves him to a curbside car

where he bends Howard over the car, putting his hands behind

him for handcuffs and starts to frisk him.

HOWARD'S POV - QUICK CUTS

About 100 weapons ranging from machine guns to hand guns to

sniper rifles are whipped up and pointed straight at his

chest and head. The effect is as though he is about to be

blown entirely away.

ANGLE ON THE BARBER SHOP

Moretti rushes out, screaming to the cop with Howard.

MORETTI:

Don't fire!

THE RADIO NETWORK SCREAMS

RADIO VOICES:

Did he say fire? What fire? Do we

fire or what? Who fired?

(Etc.)

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