Dog Day Afternoon Page #13

VARIOUS COPS:

Confusion reigns. They don't know if the perpetrator or

not, since they haven't yet seen Sal or Sonny. Guns are

up, aimed, being pushed down... Cops run for better vantage

points.

ANGLE ON HOWARD:

as Moretti reaches him. He pulls the cop away from him and

starts to give him hell for the rough treatment being given

the guard.

ANGLE IN DOOR OF BANK

With Sylvia in doorway, staring wildly at the street scene.

Sonny is beside her covering her with his rifle.

SYLVIA:

My God! That's Howard! We voted to

send him out!

VARIOUS ANGLES:

as the cops slowly realize their mistake. They stand back

from Howard, who is virtually catatonic with fear and shock

now. They get him up, a reluctant to believe they could

have made such a mistake...

ANGLE ON TV CAMERAMAN

Near barber shop, across the street, jockeying, trying to

focus in on him, elbowing each other, they yell out:

CAMERAMAN:

Hey! Come out, get in the light.

Hey, out where we can get a shot,

huh? Who's the black guy?

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LOW ANGLE - HELICOPTER (TO AND FROM)

swings in over street to try for a shot. Howard is being

taken in the direction of the barber shop.

MORETTI:

to Cops.

MORETTI:

Get him outta here!

DOOR OF BANK:

Sonny back in the shadows with Sylvia, looking at Moretti,

appalled.

ON MORETTI:

Behind him a mob scene. Howard is being led away, weeping.

Photographers, cops, a phalanx of cops have their weapons

levelled on Sonny like a firing squad. It is right on the

edge of violence... of blowing up. Sonny and Sylvia are in

the shelter of the doorway, Moretti stands on the sidewalk,

looking toward Sonny inside the bank.

MORETTI:

Sonny - come out here a minute.

At this point, he removes his jacket and drops it to the

ground, showing Sonny that he is unarmed.

SONNY:

You got these cops outta here.

They're comin' in too close.

MORETTI:

Come on. I want you to see something.

SONNY:

You want me to give up, huh? Look,

Sal's in back with the girls.

Anything happens to me - one move -

and Sal gives it to them. Boom boom.

How do I know you won't jump me?

MORETTI:

I don't forget about Sal and the

boom boom room. I want you to see

this.

Sonny turns back to tell Sal he's going outside. Moretti

stands well out in the street, to reassure Sonny nobody is

going to try to jump him. Sonny stares around; he nudges

Sylvia out ahead of him. As they edge into sight of the

Media across the street:

NEWSMEN AND PHOTOGRAPHERS

Out in the light. Hey, Lady! You're

on TV, Lady! Smile, any... god

damn thing...

ANGLES - SHOWING CROWDS

straining against police lines: this is where we begin to

sense the size of the event. People are eating popsicles

and ice cream. They are diverted and excited. Sonny and

Sylvia begin to emerge: CATCALLS and HOOTS of greeting...

CLOSER - SONNY AND SYLVIA

as he looks around, and the impact of his situation really

hits him:
he's not only totally surrounded, he's an event.

Some of the crowd CHEER him. An army of Cops, and guns all

levelled on Sonny.

MORETTI:

Let Sal come out, take a look. What

hope you got? Quit while you're

ahead. All you got is attempted

robbery.

SONNY:

...armed robbery...

MORETTI:

Well, armed, then. Nobody's been

hurt. Release the hostages, nobody

is gonna worry over kidnapping

charges, the worst you're gonna get

is five years -- you can be out in a

year.

Sonny stares at him, his face utterly blank.

SONNY:

Kiss me.

Moretti stops, stares back.

MORETTI:

What?

SONNY:

(deadpan)

When I'm bein' f***ed, I like to be

kissed a lot.

(bursting out)

Who the f*** are you tryin' to con

me into some deal? You're a city

cop, where's the FBI? This is a

federal offense, I got kidnapping,

armed robbery, they're gonna bury

me! You know it, you can't talk for

them, you're some flunky pig tryin'

to bullshit me. Now God damn it,

get somebody in charge here to talk

to me!

MORETTI:

Calm down, you're not...

SONNY:

Calm down... look at this, look at

him...!

Gestures at the cops, the wall of rifles and machine guns

levelled on him. It is incredible and terrifying...

SONNY:

(continuing)

They wanna kill me so bad they can

taste it!

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