Dog Day Afternoon Page #8

SONNY:

I took too long.

SAL:

It was the fire, a**hole!

Sonny paces.

MULVANEY:

I told you, just go, get out when

you could, but no, you just got to

hang around.

Sonny is pacing back and forth, trying to figure out what to

do.

SONNY:

Oh, sh*t! I gotta have time to think.

SYLVIA:

What is it? Did you just barge in

here... He doesn't have plan. It's

all a whim.

(sarcastic)

'Rob a bank! What not?'

SONNY:

...Just give me time to think...

PHONE STARTS TO RING (#5).

MULVANEY:

We're all in the barrel together...

Phone continues to ring. Sonny finally grabs it (desk

opposite Mulvaney).

SONNY:

(into phone)

All right, bastards! You keep away

from the bank or we start throwing

bodies out the front door one at a

time. You got that?

A startled apologetic man's voice speaks: Now ANOTHER PHONE

BEGINS TO RING (#6).

MAN'S VOICE (V.O.)

I just called to ask Jenny what time

she's gonna get off.

SONNY:

Who's this?

MAN (V.O.)

It's her husband.

Sonny abruptly holds the phone out from his body at arm's

length, disgusted.

SONNY:

Is there a Jenny here?

Nobody moves. They all stare at him. Finally he singles

her out.

SONNY:

It's your husband.

Jenny starts to move toward Sonny.

JENNY:

What do I say?

SONNY:

Tell him the truth! Tell him whatever

you tell him!

OTHER PHONE CONTINUES TO RING (#6).

As he puts down the phone for her to pick up, Sonny reaches

for the other phone that is RINGING.

SONNY:

What a f***in' comedy!

(into phone)

WNEW plays all the hits.

MORETTI (V.O.)

Listen, first off, is anybody hurt

in there?

SONNY:

...But you keep away from the bank

or we start throwing bodies out the

front door one at a time... You got

it? Okay?

He hangs up the phone. Sal looks at him.

SAL:

You mean that?

SONNY:

What?

SAL:

...The bodies out the door.

SONNY:

I want him to think that.

SAL:

But do you mean it?

At this moment, Jenny, phone in hand, is turned to him,

respectfully like a child in an authoritarian household,

addressing her father:

JENNY:

He wants to know what time you think

you'll be through.

ON SONNY:

stares at her. For the first time, he realizes how frightened

she is, how serious, grotesque, and funny it all is. He

takes the time to be tender with her, as though she were a

not-too-bright child in the presence of a tragedy she'll

never understand.

SONNY:

Tell him I don't know.

Now Sonny turns to speak to Mulvaney.

SONNY:

Where's the back door?

MULVANEY:

It's locked on the inside.

(beat)

It's through that passageway and to

the right.

Sonny disappears toward the back door. Jenny continues her

phone conversation.

MAN (V.O.)

Jenny?

JENNY:

He says he doesn't know. Why don't

you cook whatever's there?

MAN (V.O.)

It looks like a whole roast.

JENNY:

Honey, send out for Kentucky fried

chicken. The baby, just open a bottle

of prunes, and one of the beef. The

bottles are in the fridge.

MULVANEY:

(to Jenny)

Hurry up!

MAN (V.O.)

I know how to fix the bottle. They

got guns?

JENNY:

(with the baby on her

mind)

What guns?

MAN (V.O.)

The robbers in the bank. They got

guns?

JENNY:

Yeah. A lot of guns.

MAN (V.O.)

Well, stay away from them. Don't

get close.

JENNY:

Oh, yeah, I will...

Now Sonny returns from the rear door area, sees that she's

still on the phone and signals to her to hurry up.

SONNY:

Hey, Jenny - let's go...

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