Dog Day Afternoon Page #22

SONNY:

Keep the change...

As the cops reach for the money, knowing it's bank money,

people in the crowd yell:

CROWD AD LIBS:

Hey, over here! Hey, robber! How

about a thousand! Throw some over

here! Hey, no sh*t, I need an

operation, I don't even have a job...

(Etc.)

Sonny holds up the money. The crowd cheers. He throws the

wad of bills and it scatters in the air.

The WIND is blowing now. Even some cops join the ensuing

melee to gather it up...

VARIOUS ANGLES:

as cops move forward and try to catch the bills. Some blow

into the crowd. Fights break out in the crowd as they

scramble for the money. The crowd breaks the barriers and

swarms after the cash. Cops try to retrieve bills; fist

fights, arrests.

MORETTI:

staring at the mess.

Sonny also watching the people.

There is in both of them the same reaction of faint disgust

at the greed unleashed. Sonny angrily hurls another bundle

after the first... then laughs as he watches the people

fighting.

Moretti nods ironically at him. Sonny turns and enters the

bank with the food. The fighting goes on in the street.

INT. BANK - DAY

as Sonny enters carrying food.

SONNY:

Okay - Chow!

He puts it down in front of Mulvaney, on Mulvaney's desk.

Mulvaney looks at it, sickly. As Mulvaney looks up at Sonny:

SONNY:

You eat it first. I don't know if

they put something in it.

EXT. SIDEWALK NEAR BANK - DAY

Moretti, Sheldon, other top cops march fast-time toward the

barrier where uniformed cops stand around a limousine that

has drawn up to the barrier. It is full of white-haired

officials, one of them the COMMISSIONER. He has a voice

broken by whiskey, cigars, good food and yelling at football

games.

DOLLY AT A LOW DRAMATIC ANGLE WITH MORETTI AND ETC.

It looks like they may be going into action. Moretti's

attitude is not that subtly different now he's talking to

brass. Commissioner doesn't get out; he talks through window.

The Commissioner's hand, pudgy and freckled with age, covers

Moretti's where it rests on the door: he massages Moretti's

hand fondly.

COMMISSIONER:

Gene -- you smilin'?

MORETTI:

No. I never smile any more.

COMMISSIONER:

Whattaya think:
we gonna kill any

civilians tonight, Gene?

MORETTI:

I never make bets or guesses, that

way I'm never wrong and I never have

to pay out.

COMMISSIONER:

Gene, Jesus, what a bull he is!

A lot of comfortable CHUCKLES inside the limo. The

Commissioner's hand lingers on Moretti's -- they are fond of

each other, these men, linked in a relationship of a lifetime

of shared experience, of attitudes, of maleness -- an

accumulation of years of jokes about being late for dinner,

of women waiting and women panting with desire, men secure

in the bastion of their roles. What is being passed on here

is a purely emotional force of approval and acceptance from

top to bottom of a social institution that is the last totally

masculine society: police. The homosexual content of this

should not be lost: it lies in the comfortable fit of their

feelings, in the fact, simply, that they love each other,

for what they share.

MORETTI:

So whatsa deal?

COMMISSIONER:

They jet's comin' out. But don't

let 'em off the ground.

MORETTI:

What if we gotta kill a whole lot of

people?

COMMISSIONER:

Don't let 'em off the ground.

MORETTI:

Listen.

He leans down to get close to his commissioner, because he's

not fooled by the camaraderie into a false sense of security.

TIGHTER TWO SHOT - MORETTI AND COMMISSIONER

COMMISSIONER:

(anticipating)

If you're right I'm gonna back you a

hundred percent, you know that.

MORETTI:

(pleasantly)

F*** you, sir - if I'm right, I

don't need you. What I want is -

if I make an honest mistake I want

help.

The Commissioner nods - presses a button and the window goes

up to keep the air conditioning in and the heat out.

INT. BANK - LATE AFTERNOON - APPROX. 5 PM - MAIN BANK AREA

as we hear Jenny on the phone with her husband. Sonny is

doing the manual of arms with his rifle.

JENNY:

...well, just pick him up and hold

him. No, he's not spoiled, he's

just got to settle his stomach after

eating. He's used to me feeding me,

that's all.

At one point, Sonny starts to show Miriam how to hold the

gun and in mock seriousness, she tries to do the manual of

arms.

WE DRIFT TOWARD THE BACK CONFERENCE ROOM

where Sal is seated at the Conference table, rifle on the

table. Edna and Sylvia are also seated there. Maria enters.

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