Out of Sight

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BLACK:

We hear TRAFFIC, some STREET NOISES, then...

FADE IN:
A MIAMI STREET - DAY

The financial district. Lots of people in suits. A shaky,

spasmodic ZOOM IN finds...

JACK FOLEY -- forty, big, focused expression -- as he rips a

tie from around his neck and throws it down in the gutter. He

starts across the street, now peeling off his suitcoat and

dropping that, too, right there on the asphalt as we then...

WHIP PAN OVER TO REVEAL: A BANK ACROSS THE STREET

As Foley goes inside, we then...

CUT TO:
A PRINTED BROCHURE THAT READS...

LOOKING FOR MONEY?

YOU'VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE.

We then PULL BACK TO REVEAL that we're now...

INSIDE THE BANK:

as Foley stands at a counter holding the above CREDIT APPLICATION

while he studies the bank layout.

Foley watches a MAN IN A SUIT, carrying an attache-case, enter

the bank and move through the gate into the fenced-off business

area at the front. An EXECUTIVE rises from his desk, shakes

hands with the man and they both sit down.

Foley rosses the brochure in the trash, then crosses to a teller

window where a nameplate on the counter tells us the young woman

with the pile of dark hair smiling at him is LORETTA.

TELLER/LORETTA

How can I help you, sir?

FOLEY:

Loretta, you see that guy talking to

your manager, has his case open?

Foley takes out a ZIPPO LIGHTER and casually, yet expertly,

begins to fiddle with it as the teller looks across the bank.

LORETTA:

That's Mr. Guindon, one of our assistant

managers. Our manager is Mr. Schoen,

but he's not in today.

FOLEY:

But you see the guy with the attache

case?

LORETTA:

(looks again)

Yes.

FOLEY:

That's my partner. He has a gun in

there. And if you don't do exactly

what I tell you, or you give me any

kind of a problem, I'll look over at

my partner and he'll shoot your Mr.

Guindon between the eyes.

Loretta goes stiff, swallows, stares back at Foley.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

Now take one of those big envelopes

and put as many hundreds, fifties and

twenties as you can pack into it.

Nothing with bank straps or rubber

bands. I don't want any dye packs. I

don't want any bait money. Start with

the second drawer and then the one

over there, under the computer. Come

on, Loretta, the key's right there

next to you. No bills off the bottom

of the drawer.

(as she works)

First time being robbed?

(she nods)

You're doing great. Just smile,

Loretta, so you won't look like you're

being held up.

(she smiles awkwardly)

That's the way, you're doing fine.

We hear a bit of thunder and Foley cuts a fast look out the

front door. When he turns back, he sees that Loretta's having

some trouble fitting all the bills into the envelope.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

Here, give me the twenties. I'll put

'em in my pocket. Okay, I haven't had

to give my partner a sign; that's good.

Now, he's gonna wait thirty seconds

till after I'm out the door, make sure

you haven't set off the alarm. If you

have, he's gonna shoot Mr. Guindon

between the eyes. Okay? I think

that'll do it. Thank you, Loretta,

and have a nice day.

LORETTA:

You, too.

Foley heads for the door. He pauses by Mr. Guindon's desk,

looks back at Loretta. Foley smiles at her, then turns to the

Man sitting with Mr. Guindon, indicates Loretta...

FOLEY:

She's cute, isn't she?

The man looks across the bank at Loretta.

MAN:

Uh, yeah, I guess so.

Foley winks at Loretta and walks out.

MAN (CONT'D)

(to Mr. Guindon)

Who was that?

EXT. BANK - SAME

As Foley comes out, he calmly walks to a Honda Civic and gets in.

INT. CAR - SAME

As Foley tries to start the car. No go. He tries again.

FOLEY:

Come on...

But the car won't start. Foley bangs on the wheel...

FOLEY (CONT'D)

F***!

Foley then stiffens as a cop sticks his gun through the open

window into Foley's ear...

COP:

I think you flooded it.

Foley looks to the passenger window, where ANOTER COP, smiling,

now has his gun pointing at him.

SECOND COP:

Get out've the car, sir.

FOLEY:

Wanna hear a funny story?

SECOND COP:

Shut up and get out've the car.

And as Foley obliges, we then...

FADE TO WHITE.

We hear a MAN GRUNT. Then see Foley in SLOW MOTION as he jumps

through frame, now we see a basketball come up in his hand as

we realize he's on his way to the rim when...

...ANOTHER GUY rams into him in mid-air, knocks him down.

EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY

A BASKETBALL GAME in progress. All of the men, Foley included,

are dressed in blue coveralls and white T-shirts. The game is

rough. Hair is pulled. Eyes are poked. Faces punched.

A title reads:
"GLADES CORRECTIONAL INSTITUTION. BELLE GLADE,

FLORIDA."

Foley is the oldest player here. He's getting tired, starts to

lose his breath. He finally walks off the court, breathing so

hard he can't even talk. He simply motions to SOME YOUNG CONVICT

to come in and take his place.

Foley sits down on a bench, tries to catch his breath. He looks

across the yard to where...

A GROUP OF ELDERLY INMATES

sitting around a wooden picnic table are playing cards. All of

them are over sixty. One of them, a one-legged guy on crutches

hops away from the table, spits out some tobacco as we...

INTERCUT THE OLD TIMERS WITH FOLEY WATCHING THEM:

As we see one old guy is making a picture frame out of old Pal

Mal and Lucky Strike packs. Another tends to a tomato bush in

a tiny patch of garden near the wall. Another one sits nearby

painting a picture of a man and a boy fishing from a rowboat.

Foley is about to get up off the bench when something catches

his eye. He watches as...

TWO LATINO MEN:

both little guys, jog past the game, slow to a walk, then stop

and begin stretching out. One of them nods to Foley. Foley

nods back, waits for the Latin guys to walk off, then walks

over to a guard, PUPKO ("PUP"), heavy-set, dumb as dirt.

PUP:

You want something, Foley?

Foley keeps his eyes fixed on the basketball game.

FOLEY:

Some people are going out of here.

What if I told you where and when?

PUP:

How many?

FOLEY:

I expect you to look out for me, Pup,

let me run off work details.

PUP:

Okay. How many going out?

FOLEY:

I hear six.

PUP:

When?

FOLEY:

Looks like tonight.

PUP:

You know who they are?

FOLEY:

I do, but I won't tell you just yet.

Meet me in the chapel at eight-thirty,

right before lock-down.

INT. MESS HALL - LUNCH

As Foley takes his tray up the centre aisle, he scans the sea

of white T-shirts until he sees the two little Latins sitting

at a table full of other little Latins. CHINO -- fifties, in

shape -- shovels macaroni in his mouth.

Chino's "wife", LULU, nineteen, looks up from his own neat tray

of macaroni and jello and watches Foley walk past and sit down

with a bunch of bikers.

Foley watches as the guy across from Chino scrapes some macaroni

off his plate and on to Chino's and Chino wolfs that down, too.

EXT. MESS - DAY

Chino steps outside and lights a cigarette. He puts an arm

around Lulu, starts to walk off...

FOLEY (OS)

Today's the day, huh?

Chino looks over, watches Foley approach, lets his arm slip

down so he can hook his thumb into Lulu's belt... the next

thing to having him on a leash.

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