Out of Sight Page #20

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GLENN:

I got to go take a piss.

He hesitates, sees the car keys on the table in front of White

Boy Bob. But before he can grab them...

WHITE BOY BOB:

What're you telling us for? You want

somebody to hold your little pecker?

Glenn gets up, sees his coat on the back of the chair, but knows

he can't take it with him. He walks away from the table.

EXT. STATE THEATER - PARKING LOT - SAME TIME

Glenn exits the theater and crosses to the parking lot.

Karen exits right after, watches him get into the Town Car.

INT. TOWN CAR - SAME TIME

Glenn behind the wheel, half lying on his right side as he tries

to rip open the locked glove compartment. His head jerks around

as Karen opens the door. He sits up straight as she gets in

with him.

KAREN:

Glenn, are you trying to steal this

car?

GLENN:

Jesus, I don't believe it.

KAREN:

Another one of those days, huh, nothing

seems to go right?

He raises his empty hands.

GLEN:

I don't have the keys.

KAREN:

I see that.

GLENN:

I mean I'm not stealing the f***ing

car.

KAREN:

You're not?

GLENN:

I already stole it. Last week or

whenever it was, in West Palm. I can't

be stealing it again, can I?

KAREN:

The two guys you were with -- that

one, that isn't Maurice Miller, is it?

I've seen Snoopy's mug shot and that

didn't look like him.

GLENN:

Jesus. How'd you know about Snoopy?

Karen looks at him, shakes her head.

KAREN:

Glenn, I know your life history, who

your friends are, where you've been

and now, it looks like, where you're

going. Put your hands on the wheel.

GLENN:

You're gonna bust me for picking up a

car?

KAREN:

For the car, for aiding and abetting a

prison escape, and conspiring to do

whatever you came here for.

GLENN:

Listen, these guys, they're gonna be

out here any minute looking for me.

They're f***ing animals.

KAREN:

What's going on, Glenn?

GLENN:

Nothing. I just wanna get the f***

outta here.

KAREN:

But I thought the whole thing was your

idea?

GLENN:

Rippin' off Ripley was my idea, but

these guys, man, they're into sh*t I

can't handle.

KAREN:

Ripley? You mean the wall street guy?

GLENN:

Yeah, the plan was to pick him up at

his office tomorrow, take him out to

his house in Bloomfield Hills. Now, I

don't give a sh*t what they do.

KAREN:

And is Foley a part of this?

GLENN:

He's supposed to be, but he hasn't

shown up yet, which is a good thing

for him.

KAREN:

Why's that?

GLENN:

Maurice is gonna kill him, try and

collect the reward.

KAREN:

(beat)

But you say he hasn't shown up, you

think he backed out?

GLENN:

I don't know-- he doesn't exactly

confide in me.

KAREN:

Gee, I wonder why not.

GLENN:

I'm freezing my ass off.

KAREN:

You want to get out of here, run, it'll

warm you up.

GLENN:

Really?

KAREN:

But listen, Glenn. If you're lying to

me...

GLENN:

I know, you'll find me. Jesus, I

believe it. I keep thinking if you

hadn't driven me to federal court last

summer, you wouldn't even know who I

am.

KAREN:

If I didn't know you, Glenn, by tomorrow

you'd be in jail or dead. Look at it

that way. Go on.

And he takes off. She sits there another moment, then flicks

her cigarette out the door, gets out the car.

EXT. PARKING LOT - SAME

Karen looks across the street at the theatre, sees people

leaving. A few seconds later, she steps behind a car and watches

as Buddy and Foley pull into the lot.

INT. THEATER - SAME

Maurice sits with White Boy and Kenneth as Foley and Buddy come

down the aisle to their table.

MAURICE:

Where you been? You miss the big boys,

come in time for the walkout fights.

Well, sh*t, you may as well pull up a

chair.

Foley and Buddy remain standing.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Kenneth, this is Mr. Jack Foley and

this is Mr. Buddy, famous bank robbers.

Foley nods to the raincoat draped over the back of a chair.

FOLEY:

Who's sitting here?

MAURICE:

Your homie, Glenn. Only thing, he

went to the men's about a while ago

and never came back.

Foley gives Buddy a look. White Boy Bob grins at them.

WHITE BOY BOB:

I think he must've fell in.

MAURICE:

I sent these two looking for him, they

come back shaking their heads.

FOLEY:

Well, if he left his coat and he's

been gone a while.

WHITE BOY BOB:

The car's still there. I looked.

MAURICE:

(to the ring)

Reggie, push off and hit, man. Push

him off.

FOLEY:

We're leaving.

MAURICE:

The f*** you talking about?

FOLEY:

Snoop, if you don't know where Glenn

is...

Maurice takes Foley by the arm, moves him away from the table.

MAURICE:

Look, what you worried about Glenn

for? What's he know?

FOLEY:

I thought everything.

Foley watches the fighters: one of them patient, moving in while

the other one takes wild swings and misses...

MAURICE:

Glenn knows everything we suppose to

do tomorrow. Glenn could tell somebody

that, yeah, but it don't mean sh*t.

You understand? 'Cause Glenn don't

know I changed the plan.

(then)

It's happening tonight.

Foley looks at Maurice now.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Soon as we leave here. Stop home and

pick up what we need and go do it.

FOLEY:

(beat)

Give me a minute, talk to Buddy.

MAURICE:

You got two minutes, that's all. Make

up your mind.

FOLEY:

I wasn't asking permission.

Foley walks up to the bar with Buddy.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

They want to go tonight, before Glenn

gets in any trouble, opens his big

mouth.

BUDDY:

Whatta you wanna do?

Foley takes out his lighter, begins playing with it.

BUDDY (CONT'D)

You know they gonna set us up.

FOLEY:

I get that feeling, yeah.

BUDDY:

But you still think you can get the

diamonds fore they do?

Foley looks at him a moment, then...

FOLEY:

I'll make you a deal. Get out of here.

Right now. I'll do the job with the

Snoop, meet you wherever you want and

give you half.

BUDDY:

Half for doing what?

FOLEY:

Getting me out of Glades for starters.

BUDDY:

And who watches your back?

ON MAURICE:

As he sits down with White Boy Bob and Kenneth, watches as Buddy

and Foley talk up at the bar.

MAURICE:

Man has all that reward on his head

and still talks like a con in the yard.

You know what I'm saying? Like he's a

man you don't mess with. Yeah, well,

what I say to Jack Foley is buuullshit.

EXT. MAURICE'S HOUSE - NIGHT

It's snowing as Maurice, White Boy Bob, Kenneth, Buddy, and

Foley pile into the back of a van, the name of some plumbing

and heating company on the side.

We PULL BACK TO REVEAL that we're watching from inside Karen's

car. She waits for the van to pull away, then follows.

INT. VAN - NIGHT

Kenneth -- the f***ing maniac -- at the wheel. Buddy and Foley

piled into the back of the van full of plastic pipe and

equipment. Maurice pulls on a pair of white coveralls.

FOLEY:

That what they're wearing these days

to break and enter?

MAURICE:

Break and enter, sh*t. Take it and

git, how it's done. Don't waste any

time. That's how you do it.

FOLEY:

So you've done this before, huh?

MAURICE:

Sh*t, yeah. White Boy even got busted

for it.

(then)

White Boy, tell these boys the reason

you went down on that burglary that

time.

WHITE BOY BOB:

I left my wallet in the house I robbed.

The guy grins at them. Foley can't believe it.

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