Dog Day Afternoon Page #26

MORETTI (V.O.)

Sonny... Sonny... Come out a minute...

Come out a minute...

Sonny moves toward the front door.

INT. BARBERSHOP - DUSK/NIGHT

Moretti and Sheldon are in the barbershop.

SHELDON:

We're all set at Kennedy.

MORETTI:

What makes you think you'll be able

to control it?

SHELDON:

He's totally unstable. He'll make a

mistake.

MORETTI:

He hasn't so far. I'm the one who

can make a mistake. That's what

scares the sh*t out of me.

SHELDON:

Eugene, at 3:
07, this became Federal.

Why don't I take it over now?

CUT TO:

EXT. BANK - NIGHT

as the door opens and Sonny peeks out, the once-illuminating

floodlights now out.

SONNY:

Moretti? What the f*** is goin' on?

There's no answer. Sonny steps out into the street. He

can't see anything anymore. The atmosphere is suddenly

chillingly dangerous: the crowd SHOTS "come out of the dark"

and "we can't see from here". The street seems empty except

for a few threatening silhouettes of heavily-armed cops.

Sonny responds with bluster.

SONNY:

Get the lights back on!

He steps out farther into the street. From behind him,

SHELDON, the FBI man, approaches. He is alone. Unsmiling.

Sonny dashes back into the bank.

INT. BANK - NIGHT

as Sonny rushes in, warns Sal about the FBI confrontation

he's about to have.

SONNY:

Sal - it's the FBI... I'm goin' back

out to talk to him.

At this, he walks back toward the door and exits the bank

again.

EXT. BANK - NIGHT

Sheldon is walking toward Sonny as the latter exits the bank.

SONNY:

What is this? The FBI? Jesus, now

we're talkin', maybe we can get this

thing moving.

As Sheldon reaches him.

SONNY:

First off, get the lights back on

and the air conditioning.

SHELDON:

(showing ID)

No more favors. That's all over,

Sonny.

SONNY:

(sarcastically)

Aw, Jesus... you been doin' us favors

all night!

SHELDON:

I've got a jet. I'll have airport

limousine here in a half hour. I

want the hostages.

SONNY:

Bullshit!

SHELDON:

I'd like to work with you on this,

not against you.

Sonny comes around, looking for Moretti: can't see him.

SONNY:

Well, Jesus, these hostages are

keeping me alive.

SHELDON:

Okay, when do I get them?

SONNY:

At the airport. We get on the plane,

check it out, and if it's all okay

we'll send them out. Except one.

SHELDON:

I want them all.

SONNY:

I want to talk to Leon.

Pause, while Sheldon thinks this over.

SHELDON:

I want to come in, and see if

everybody's okay.

SONNY:

You got guts. You think if Sal and

me have cut their throats we're gonna

let you out?

SHELDON:

I have to see.

Sonny re-enters bank.

INT. BANK - NIGHT

Sonny goes over to Sal.

SONNY:

It's the FBI. He wants to come in.

SAL:

Have him walk in backwards.

Sonny exits bank.

EXT. BANK - NIGHT

Sonny crosses to Sheldon, grins, grabs him and executes a

very professional-looking pat-down search.

He removes Sheldon's .38 from a shoulder holster, producing

it for the crowd with a flourish like a magician: some of

the old playfulness returns for a moment. He carefully and

with showbiz flourishes searches Sheldon's thighs and groin.

The crowd HOWLS. Sheldon bears it with stoic calm.

CLOSE TWO SHOT:

as Sonny stands up from the search and finds Sheldon's eyes

locked to his with flat calm.

SONNY:

Jesus, you'd like to kill me, too.

SHELDON:

I wouldn't like to, but I will, if I

have to.

SONNY:

Nothin' personal, huh? The man that

kills me, I want him to do it because

he hates my guts. Not because it's

a job. Okay, let's go... but you

gotta walk in backwards.

The move toward the door of the bank, where Sonny opens the

door, preceding Sheldon, both men entering backwards.

INT. BANK - NIGHT

Except for the 4 emergency lights, it is very dark - and

very hot as Sonny and Sheldon enter the bank. Sal now stands

behind the desks, covering Sheldon and the group assembled

at the vault. Sheldon takes in every detail as he walks

toward the group in the rear, followed closely and covered

by Sonny. As they near the desks, Sonny yells out an order

for the group:

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