Dog Day Afternoon Page #28

SHELDON:

What's wrong?

SONNY:

The manager, he's diabetic, he's

lookin' bad.

Sheldon turns, calls out.

SHELDON:

Doctor...

A man comes forward - is frisked by Sonny, who then dumps

contents of his Black Bag and looks for weapons. Sonny then

dashes inside bank.

INT. BANK - NIGHT

as Sonny comes in, walks over to Sal.

SONNY:

Sal - the Doctor's coming in.

Sonny then rushes back outside bank again.

EXT. BANK - NIGHT

Sonny crosses to Doctor.

SONNY:

(to Doctor)

You go on in...

The Doctor hustles past. HOLD on Sheldon.

SHELDON:

(picks up the phone)

I've convinced Leon to talk to you.

He's on the phone now.

Sonny rushes back into Bank.

INT. BANK

Sonny rushes in. The phone rings. He picks it up.

SONNY:

Hello. Hello, Leon.

LEON:

Hello, Sonny.

SONNY:

How are you doing?

LEON:

Well... I'm out of the hospital.

SONNY:

(pleased)

Yeah. You said... I thought you

were never getting out?

LEON:

I never thought I'd get out this

way. I'll tell you.

SONNY:

Well... huh...

LEON:

Ooohh...

SONNY:

Oh... huh... how you feeling?

LEON:

I'm really shakey.

SONNY:

Well, you know... Moretti told me

before that you were drugged up.

LEON:

Yeah. It was terrible.

SONNY:

That... huh... they just shoot you

with drugs.

LEON:

You come in and they say, right away,

that you are crazy. And they start

putting things in your arm... you

know. How do they expect you to get

uncrazy if you're asleep all the

time?

SONNY:

Yeah...

LEON:

You can't talk or do anything. You

really feel... you know... I'm just

sort of coming out of it now.

SONNY:

(pensive)

So... that sure is something.

LEON:

Yeah. So how are you?

SONNY:

(chuckling)

Fine, thank you. I'm in trouble.

That is... now I am!

LEON:

(chuckling)

Yeah... I know.

SONNY:

I don't know what I'm gonna do...

you know. Boy... I'm dying.

LEON:

What? What are you talking about?

You are dying? Did you ever listen

to yourself when you say that?

SONNY:

What are you talking about?

LEON:

What do you mean... what am I talking

about? Do you realize that you say

that to me every day of your life?

I am dying. Do you know... do you

realize the death that you are

spreading around to the people who

are around you?

SONNY:

Now don't give me that deep sh*t

now. Don't start with that sh*t.

LEON:

No really... I don't think that you

realize what it means. The things

that you do, Sonny. You put a gun

to somebody's head...

SONNY:

I don't know what I'm doing.

LEON:

(annoyed)

Yeah... obviously you don't... when

you put a gun to somebody's head...

and you say go to sleep so that it

won't hurt when I pull the trigger.

Death? Don't talk about death to

me. I have been living with death

for the last six months. Why do you

think I'm in the hospital? I take a

handful of pills to get away from

you. And then here I am out of the

hospital talking to you on the

phone... again. I have no friends

left. No job. I can't live. I

have to live with people. This death

business... I'm sorry!

SONNY:

I'm not on the phone to talk to you

about that. Well, I don't know what

to say, Leon. When you gimme that...

when you hit me with that sh*t. I

mean, what am I supposed to say?

LEON:

(indifferent to Sonny)

I'm sorry...

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