Gone in Sixty Seconds Page #3

INT. WAREHOUSE

Tumbler studies his watch... Now he's a little concerned ... He

looks up ... Atley is glaring at him...

ATLEY JACKSON:

Something wrong, Tumbler -- ?

TUMBLER:

Yeah. I'm missing Springer --

And then the Lotus pulls into the warehouse... Tumbler flashes

Atley a "told-you-so" smile... Kip and Mirror Man get out of the

car...

Kip walks over to a CLIPBOARD with a magic marker tethered to it

... It is a list of cars ... He draws a black line through "13)

1996 Lotus Esprit V8"... The others are clocking the car...

ATLEY JACKSON:

She'll go 0 to 60 in 4.9 seconds --

MIRROR MAN:

I can vouch for that.

Tumbler passes out 40 oz.s ... The vibe is celebratory...

TUMBLER:

Thirteen down ... Thirty-seven to go ...

KIP:

No problem -

Bottles are clinked... Beer is sipped ... Only, a HOT WHITE

SPOTLIGHT bores through the skylight ... And the whup-whup of the

chopper's ROTORS... And now the sounds of SIRENS ... And the

thuggish man gets to his feet ...

THUGGISH MAN:

Let's get outta here -- !

And they do... Heading out the back ... It's tough for Atley with

his limp ... On the way out:

ATLEY JACKSON:

Now you gone and done it, Raines

And they flee ...

INT. WAREHOUSE - LATER - NIGHT

A HALF-DOZEN POLICE CARS. The CHOPPER does the usual

spotlight-trailing... It's turned into a total pig

circus ... A car pulls to a stop ... And out steps Detective

Roland Castlebeck, whom we remember from our opening...

INT. WAREHOUSE

Castlebeck surmises the take ... The cars ... His partner

DETECTIVE DRYCOFF - a sneering Irish boy with zero patience -

comes out from the back ...

DETECTIVE DRYCOFF

They're gone...

Castlebeck nods ... Looks at the cars ...

INT. "L.N. ORR AUTOMOTIVE" - INDEPENDENCE - DUSK

Memphis goes through invoices in the cluttered back office. When a

brand new purple MERCEDES SLK, windows tinted, pulls in out front.

It looks oddly anachronistic here in Independence. Memphis senses

danger. He goes out. Budgy and his dog are here... Budgy looks

spooked... Tom, too ...

MEMPHIS:

What's going on -- ?

And standing there, by the Mercedes, like a wraith, is ATLEY

JACKSON, in long leather coat, smoking a cigarette ... As out of

place here as a maggot on a muffin...

ATLEY JACKSON:

Well, well, well ...

And he begins to sing...

ATLEY JACKSON (cont'd)

(ANDY GRIFFITH theme)

Da-doo-doo-doo-da-doo-doo-doo, etc.

(laughs)

Are you kidding me, man -- ?

MEMPHIS:

Hello, Atley ...

ATLEY JACKSON (re: sign)

L.N. ORR. I get it. Clever ...

Memphis studies him...

MEMPHIS:

How's the leg?

ATLEY JACKSON:

Only hurts when I breathe. Lookit

you. Where are Barney Fife and Aunt

Bea hanging out? And Opie ... Where's

Opie at?

He laughs some more ... Chain-lights his cig ...

MEMPHIS:

What are you doing here?

ATLEY JACKSON:

Is there someplace we can talk?

Memphis looks at him...

MEMPHIS:

What about?

ATLEY JACKSON:

About your brother. And the deeeep

sh*t he's in --

INT. TEDDY'S TAVERN - NIGHT

A BARMAID sets down a pitcher of beer and two mugs...

WAITRESS:

There you go --

MEMPHIS:

Thanks, Donna --

She leaves... Atley is staring at him... Memphis shrugs...

ATLEY JACKSON:

It's been a long time, Memphis --

MEMPHIS:

Six years ...

ATLEY JACKSON:

Six years. Sh*t. Time flies, don't it?

Six years ago we were fartin' through

Armani and pissin' Cristal.

Now look at us ...

MEMPHIS:

Tell me about Kip -

Atley takes a sip of his beer,...

ATLEY JACKSON:

He took a job. And he fumbled it.

Now he's jammed-up. Jammed-up bad...

MEMPHIS:

What kind of job... ?

ATLEY JACKSON:

A boost. A big boost ...

MEMPHIS:

A boost? What's Kip doing on a boost?

Atley frowns ... Looks at him...

ATLEY JACKSON:

You're shittin', right?

Clearly Memphis is not ...

ATLEY JACKSON (cont'd)

Kip's become quite the little

crewrunner since you left. He's been

working a low-rent ring for

two years now. You don't talk to

your Ma?

MEMPHIS:

It seems she neglected to mention it

ATLEY JACKSON:

Maybe she don't know. Although I don't

see how that could be. Maybe she didn't

want to upset you -

MEMPHIS:

Don't feel the need to explore my family

dynamics, Atley...

ATLEY JACKSON:

The point is:
Kip's been living the

life. Only he's a wild child. Crazy.

Makes our old behavior seem like

altar boy time. But he fungold this

one so bad, folks around L.B.

are already speakin' about him in

the past tense.

Memphis takes a beat ... Sips at his brew ... Then:

MEMPHIS:

Who was the job for?

ATLEY JACKSON:

Who do you think?

Memphis waits ... In no mood for guessing games ...

ATLEY JACKSON (cont'd)

Calitri, man. Raymond "The Carpenter"

Calitri ... Your favorite and mine ...

Which means nothing to us ... Though the look on Memphis, face

speaks volumes ...

ATLEY JACKSON (cont'd)

I just thought you should know,

man. I kind of had a feeling you

didn't. But I should tell you:

I'm working for him now - The

Carpenter - so if you see him, you

won't mention me coming to get

you... Like I said: I just thought

... I owed you ... And that it was

the right thing to do ...

Memphis nods ... His face clenched in despair. We FADE TO BLACK,

As a SUPER on-screen reads: PART 1: STOLEN MOMENTS

We PRE-LAP J. Geils Band's "Hard-Drivin' Man" and CUT TO:

THREE PLATES OF BACON, EGGS AND HASH BROWNS

placed on the service deck by a short-order COOK...

INT. RUBY'S ALL-NITE - LONG BEACH - NIGHT

A 24-hour diner in the heart of Long Beach... The three plates are

picked-up with an impressive dexterity by

HELEN RAINES:

early 60s, clear-eyed... In pink Ruby's uniform and chunky

shoes... Black currant hair striated with wisps of gray... Helen

delivers the plates to a booth of college kids ...

KID:

Can I get some more coffee -- ?

HELEN RAINES:

Sure, hon ...

And she goes to the coffee station... When

MEMPHIS (O.S.)

Who's a guy gotta know to get a tuna

melt in this joint -- ?

And she turns around to see Memphis standing there. Her expression

displays many things ... Most of them joy ...

MEMPHIS (cont'd)

Hello, Ma --

And she goes to Memphis ... Wraps her arms around him ... Squeezes

tight ...

HELEN RAINES (cont'd)

Oh, Randall ...

She takes his head in her hands ... Kisses his cheek ... Then the

other... Hugs on ... Unmindful of the customers ... The cook

smiles from behind the order wheel ...

COOK:

What's the word, Memphis -- ?

MEMPHIS:

How ya doing, Ruby -- ?

HELEN RAINES:

Come, come, come ...

And she leads him over to a booth ... Barking to the cook - RUBY -

on the way...

HELEN RAINES (cont'd)

Tuna melt on pumpernickel. Provolone,

extra tomato, Dijon... And a chocolate

milk... Lots of syrup...

(to Memphis)

Right?

MEMPHIS:

Right ...

And they settle in ... Across the booth from each other ... She

takes his hands...

HELEN RAINES:

You look good...

MEMPHIS:

You, too, Ma...

HELEN RAINES:

What are you doing back?

MEMPHIS:

How's Kip?

And Helen flushes, a bit ashamed maybe ...

HELEN RAINES:

Have you seen him?

MEMPHIS:

No.

HELEN RAINES:

oh.

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