Out of Sight Page #13

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OLD GENT:

Like to play some gin?

KAREN:

No, thank you.

He creeps off towards the elevator.

INT. BUDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

As Burdon and his men fan out through the place...

INT. LOBBY - DAY

As we hear Burdon's voice.

BURDON (RADIO)

Karen. They're not up here. Keep

your eyes open.

Karen looks off towards the street entrance, then back at the

elevator where the man is still waiting, leaning on his cane.

The elevator door opens to reveal Buddy and Foley.

OLD GENT:

Going up?

Buddy and Foley don't answer. The old man starts to get on,

feeling with his cane, taking forever.

Karen and Foley are staring at each other. He doesn't move.

Not until the elevator door begins to close.

Buddy sees Karen, helps the old man aboard as...

Karen picks up her radio, is about to speak into it when...

Foley raises his hand. And waves as the door closes.

INT. ELEVATOR - DAY

As the elevator resumes going down.

OLD GENT:

Sh*t, I wanted to go up.

BUDDY:

Let's just hope there's no one in the

garage.

FOLEY:

She looked right at me. She didn't

yell or get excited. She didn't move.

INT. BUDDY'S CAR - DAY

As they get in and Buddy starts the car...

BUDDY:

They know where I live, I guess they

know what I drive, so maybe we should

pick up another car on the way.

FOLEY:

She just sat there, looking right at

me.

Buddy gives him a look, shakes his head and then burns rubber

out of the garage as we...

CUT TO:
A CLOSE-UP OF KAREN - DAY

Staring straight ahead.

BURDON (ON THE RADIO)

Karen. Report. You see anything?

Karen? You there? Karen...?

INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL - DAY

As Marshall walks Karen to the gate.

MARSHALL:

He waved to you?

KAREN:

I couldn't swear to it, but I'm pretty

sure he did.

MARSHALL:

You wave back?

KAREN:

I didn't have time.

MARSHALL:

I imagine you would've though.

She shakes her head.

KAREN:

Buddy's sister Regina Mary Bragg got

two calls from Buddy up in Detroit

this morning, called Burdon. She's

also the one gave Burdon Buddy's

address.

MARSHALL:

So?

KAREN:

So what I want to know is why Buddy

still calls his sister every week even

after she turned him in.

MARSHALL:

He doesn't seem to hold a grudge.

(then)

What I want to know is why, they got

such a big score up north, did Foley

hang around Miami for so long?

(looks at her)

Any thoughts on that one?

KAREN:

None I'd like to share.

She gives him a kiss...

KAREN (CONT'D)

I'll call soon as I get in.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BLOOMFIELD HILLS - DETROIT - DAY

Snow. Everywhere. A black Lincoln Town Car creeps through the

neighbourhood full of big, beautiful snow-covered homes.

MAURICE (VO)

I don't just manage fighters, or deal

product any more...

INT. CAR - SAME

Glenn -- sunglasses -- sits in the back with Maurice, aka "Snoopy" --

wearing a purple bandanna and his own dark sunglasses.

MAURICE:

I've diversified since the last time

you saw me. I've vertically integrated

and now I'm into home invasions and

the occasional grand larceny.

Glenn just nods, stares out the window.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

White Boy Bob's my all-around man, my

bodyguard when I feel I need one, and

my driver.

Maurice indicates WHITE BOY BOB, a f***ing huge, depraved-

looking white guy now squeezed in behind the wheel.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Watch the road, boy.

(then)

I like this Town Car. We can cruise

the man's neighbourhood without getting

the police or private security people

on our ass.

GLENN:

Sure, right, they see Bigfoot driving

around a black guy wearing shades and

a lavender f***ing bandanna, no, they

won't think anything of it.

MAURICE:

It's lilac, man, the color, and the

style's made known by Deion and other

defensive backs in the pros. I could

be one of them living out here with

doctors of my race and basketball

players. Okay, here comes Mr. Ripley's

house up on the left. Yeah. The brick

wall. There's his drive, right there.

The car creeps past a huge Tudor-style country house.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

You sure Foley and his pal aren't coming

up here, do this themself?

GLENN:

If they're not busted now, they're

gonna be.

(then)

It's wide open.

EXT./INT. CAR - MAURICE NEIGHBORHOOD IN DETROIT - LATER

People on the street with vacant expressions watch as the black

Town Car moves past the broken-down homes, cars on blocks and

snow-covered trash.

GLENN:

So you still haven't said, how you

wanna do it?

MAURICE:

I'll show you, soon as I get one more

guy I'm gonna need, Moselle's brother,

Kenneth. Along with White Boy there.

GLENN:

What?

The car pulls to the kerb and KENNETH -- a wiry black man in a

bright yellow T-shirt and red baseball cap backward, always

seems to be high on some chemical or another - gets in.

MAURICE:

You get everything?

Kenneth tosses a gym bag into the back seat. Glenn stares at

it. Something about the bag makes him uneasy. Maybe it's the

HACKSAW that sticks partially out of the opening.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Cool. Kenneth, this is the man I told

you about, Glenn.

KENNETH:

The one gonna help us rip off the rich

guy?

MAURICE:

That's right.

GLENN:

Help you...

White Boy Bob pulls out again. Glenn looks at the two psychos

in front, then turns to Maurice.

GLENN (CONT'D)

Wait a minute. I'm letting you in on

this, not all your friends.

MAURICE:

You just ask me how we gonna do it.

That's what I'm here for, tell you

how. We the experts.

Glenn can't believe this is happening.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Thing I'm worried about is you.

GLENN:

Me?

MAURICE:

Yeah. If you can step up and actually

do it. Understand? 'Stead of just

talking the talk.

GLENN:

Can I do what?

MAURICE:

Walk in a house with me, do this cross-

dressin' nigga named Eddie Solomon I

used to sell to been dealin' on his

own.

GLENN:

What-- when?

MAURICE:

Right now, son.

GLENN:

I don't have to prove sh*t to you.

The Ripley job is my job. You're either

in or you're not. You wanna pop some

crack dealer pissed you off, that's

your problem, not mine.

MAURICE:

Look, Glenn, I know you cool, but you

don't have to give me no tone of voice,

okay? You don't like what I'm saying,

you can get out anywhere along here

you want.

GLENN:

I think you're forgetting, this is my

car. I drove it up here.

MAURICE:

Hey, sh*t, come on. I say I want this

car, man, it's mine. You go get

yourself another one. I say I'm in on

Ripley? I'm in, with or without your

ass. I say I want you to come along

on another job, see if you for real or

not, guess what you gonna do?

Glenn looks at Maurice, now ice-cold behind the shades.

WHITE BOY BOB:

We're here.

Glenn looks out the window as they pull up in front of a decrepit-

looking two-story house. Maurice opens the gym bag, passes the

hack saw and a HAND AXE up to White Boy Bob, a SAWED-OFF SHOTGUN

to Kenneth, and takes out a big .45 for himself.

MAURICE:

Let's go see Eddie.

Glenn hesitates, then slowly gets out of the car as we hear...

RIPLEY (V.O.)

Must take balls, do what you do.

EXT. LOMPOC FPC - YARD - DAY

As Foley walks with Ripley across the yard.

RIPLEY:

Tell me something. What's it like,

walk in a bank with a gun, stick it

up?

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