Dog Day Afternoon Page #5

At this point, THE PHONE BEGINS TO RING AGAIN (#2)

SONNY:

(yelling to Sal)

Sal, let him answer the goddamn

phones, they're driving me crazy!

Look at this chicken sh*t!

Again, Mulvaney starts to cross back to his desk, again

followed by Sal. Sonny yells out to Mulvaney as he crosses

to answer the phone.

SONNY:

Hey, you, manager... Don't get any

ideas, f***er... See that man there?

I bark and he bites!

MULVANEY:

Believe me, I'm on your side.

SONNY:

My side, sh*t!

They move to Drawer #4.

SYLVIA:

Listen, we got young girls here...

you could watch your language.

SONNY:

I speak what I feel.

MULVANEY ON THE PHONE

MULVANEY:

Hello... I'm sorry I can't talk to

you right now... I suggest you call

during banking hours tomorrow. What

is your name?

BACK ON SONNY, SYLVIA AND MIRIAM

SONNY:

Gimme the traveler's checks and the

register.

They cross toward the last drawer area (#5). Miriam is still

crying silently. Sonny holds out the plastic bag for the

checks for her. She drops it.

SONNY:

Please... quit that. It's not

necessary.

With everything in the bag, Sonny now takes the register and

starts to move the two girls toward the rear near the vault.

MULVANEY:

Can you hurry it up?

BACK TO SONNY:

as he moves toward the rear (Sylvia and Miriam now re-joining

other women), to get a wastebasket. Accomplishing this, he

starts to burn the pages of the register, tearing out pages

as he does so. It's smokey as hell, but not burning well.

He drops it, smoking, into the wastebasket.

SONNY:

(to Howard)

Hey, you! Give me the keys...

We're gettin' outta here.

HOWARD:

(gasping for breath)

Huh?

MULVANEY:

Howard?

HOWARD:

Huh?

ON HOWARD:

The old man is panicked, great patches

of sweat spreading around his armpits.

He breathes in asthmatic gasps; now

he flinches at his name, as though

he's been hit.

MULVANEY:

(stands, receiver

still to ear, then

covering it with his

hand)

Howard, give him the keys...

SONNY:

Gimme the keys to get outta here!

Howard is unable to move. Seeing his predicament, Edna moves

to him and starts to unfasten his belt to remove the keys.

Mulvaney continues with his phone conversation.

ON SONNY:

who now crosses to Howard and Edna, losing patience with the

situation. As he moves closer, Howard backs away from him,

frightened by his rifle. Seeing that, Sonny puts it down

and looks over to Sal for coverage.

SONNY:

Sal...

As Sonny approaches Howard, he realizes that he can't get

close enough.

SONNY:

Take it easy... just gimme the keys.

I'm not gonna hurt you. Listen,

calm down, huh? You're gonna have a

heart attack. Just gimme the keys...

that's all I want.

Howard gives him the keys and as Sonny starts to walk back

toward the burning register...

ON SAL:

with Mulvaney still on the phone.

SAL:

(looking past camera,

falling onto the

floor behind Mulvaney)

Sonny... who's that? Across the

street.

ON SONNY:

who now starts to move quickly toward the front of the bank,

being sure to hide behind the posts as he moves.

MULVANEY (O.S.)

(on phone)

No, it was the credit rating. The

credit rating. I don't know, you'd

have to find that out from him.

Sonny has now reached the front of the bank. He carefully

peeks out through the closed draperies to look outside.

ANGLE ON STREET - SONNY'S POV

A man, in a business suit, sweaty and harassed-looking, is

walking from an insurance office across the street directly

toward the bank... The man continues coming straight toward

them and us...

REVERSE:

Sonny starts to run back to get his gun from Margaret's desk.

Mulvaney is still on the phone.

MULVANEY:

It was something a couple of years

ago in St. Louis, I don't know...

Sonny grabs the gun from the desk top and moves over to

Mulvaney.

ANGLE ON DOOR AT FRONT OF BANK

The man walks straight toward the glass door, already lifting

his hand to shadow his eyes, so when he reaches the door,

he'll be able to see inside.

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