Out of Sight Page #21

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MAURICE:

Takes the TV, the VCR, some other sh*t

and leaves his wallet on the floor.

FOLEY:

That's a wonderful story, Snoop. I'm

very excited about tonight.

MAURICE:

Hey. You learn from doing.

Foley and Buddy exchange looks. Maurice turns around, a Beretta

in his hand. Foley looks at him. Buddy tenses.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

You know how to use one a these?

FOLEY:

I've seen 'em used on TV.

Maurice hands Foley the Beretta. Then reaches into a bag, comes

up with a .38 he hands to Buddy.

INT. KAREN'S CAR - SAME

As Karen tries to keep up with the van. But with the snow and

the way Kenneth drives, she starts to lose them. She speeds up

around a corner and loses control of the car.

EXT. STREET - SAME

As Karen's car does a 360 in the ice and snow.

INT. VAN - NIGHT

Buddy and Foley are jostled about the back from Kenneth's insane

driving.

BUDDY:

Slow down.

Kenneth grins in the mirror, punches it more. Buddy gets out

the .38 and touches it to the back of Kenneth's head.

BUDDY (CONT'D)

Get ready to grab the wheel when I

shoot this a**hole.

Kenneth, his eyes freaked with speed, glares at Buddy in the

mirror.

MAURICE:

Do like he says, man. Slow down.

EXT. KAREN'S CAR - NIGHT

As a pissed-off Karen gets out of her car, watches the van

disappear.

KAREN:

Sh*t --

INT. KAREN'S CAR - SAME

She takes out her cellphone, punches a number, re-orients her

car at the same time.

EXT. RICHARD RIPLEY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

As the van creeps by one way, then the other, then pulls into

the driveway.

INT./EXT. VAN - RIPLEY'S HOUSE

All five of them in the back end of the van now, bumping into

each other until Maurice lets White Boy out the rear end, leaving

the doors open enough so he can watch. He then racks the slide

on a .45.

MAURICE:

"An army .45 will stop all jive."

Huey P. said that.

BUDDY:

You think he was talking about walking

into people's houses when he said it?

Maurice looks at Buddy. Buddy holds his gaze. Then the coach

lights on either side of the front entrance come on.

MAURICE:

(pulls his mask down)

Get ready to go skiing.

Now the front door opens...

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Here we go.

We catch a glimpse of a WOMAN in the doorway, arms folded over

her bathrobe as White Boy gives her a push and steps inside the

house with her.

Maurice is out of the truck and Kenneth, with a shotgun, is

scrambling to be next. Buddy catches him by his jacket collar

and holds him squirming until Foley is out.

The minute Kenneth's feet hit the driveway he turns the 12-gauge

on Buddy, still in the truck. Foley takes the barrel in one

hand and shoves it straight up in Kenneth's face.

FOLEY:

Go on in the house before you get hurt.

Kenneth puts his face up close to Foley's and stares at him

good before going inside. Foley turns to Buddy...

FOLEY (CONT'D)

There's still time, take me up on my

offer.

BUDDY:

I'm not leaving you alone with these

a**holes.

INT. HOUSE - FOYER - SAME

Where Maurice has the woman backed against a table. She's in

her forties, with thick red hair hanging free. She looks ready

to take a swing at whoever approaches...

WOMAN:

I work here. I'm the maid.

Kenneth reaches out, opens her robe and we get a flash of flimsy

bra and low-cut panties before she slaps him away.

WOMAN/MAID

F*** off.

KENNETH:

Hey, sh*t, we're gonna have a party.

MAURICE:

Not yet. Where's Mr. Ripley?

MAID:

I told you, he isn't here.

MAURICE:

Out for the evening?

MAID:

He's in Florida. Palm Beach.

MAURICE:

(beat)

When's he due back?

FOLEY:

Jesus Christ, what difference does it

make? You want to wait for him?

MAID:

Mr. Ripley's down for the season.

Christmas to Easter.

MAURICE:

You here all by yourself?

MAID:

(beat)

That's right, just me.

Foley catches the hesitation, glances at Buddy.

MAURICE:

Where's Ripley's safe at, he keep his

valuables in.

MAID:

I don't have any idea.

MAURICE:

Let's go upstairs, have a look at the

man's bedroom. All right now, you and

Mr. Buddy check the rooms down here.

Look at the wall behind any pictures

hanging on it. Look at the walls in

the closets. The man has a safe, it's

gonna be up there somewhere.

FOLEY:

How about his place in Florida? If

you'd called, we could've checked his

walls down there before we left. That

is, if you'd checked to see where he

was. You follow me?

Maurice gives him a look, pulls the maid up the stairs. Kenneth

and White Boy Bob follow...

MAURICE:

You set off any kind of alarm and you're

a dead Hazel. Understand?

Kenneth puts his arm around the maid.

KENNETH:

What's you name, mama?

He hooks a finger in the waist of her panties, pulls on the

elastic, is about to look in there when Maurice backhands him

across the face.

MAURICE:

First money, then p*ssy.

Alone with Buddy now, Foley rolls his mask up on his head.

FOLEY:

You ever wear one of these?

BUDDY:

I don't ski.

FOLEY:

Stay with the maid. I'm gonna have a

look around.

INT. KAREN'S CAR - NIGHT

Karen on the phone... snow falling all around her.

RAYMOND CRUZ (PHONE)

I'll send a unit over there, see if

there's anything going on.

KAREN:

Tell me where Ripley's house is. I'll

meet them there.

CRUZ (PHONE)

Karen, you gonna promise me you're not

gonna go in, do anything stupid till I

get there...

INT. BEDROOM - SAME TIME

Full of fat, cushy chairs and a sofa, everything white or black,

a wet bar, a big TV, CD player. Buddy moves into the doorway,

peers inside.

Kenneth is trying to find a radio station while Maurice and

White Boy Bob ransack the place. White Boy Bob checks under

the mattress...

WHITE BOY BOB:

Hey--

Maurice and Kenneth look over expectantly.

WHITE BOY BOB (CONT'D)

I found a rubber.

MAURICE:

White Boy, the man's not gonna hide no

diamonds under the f***in' mattress.

Maurice looks out the door, sees Buddy in the doorway.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Where's Foley?

BUDDY:

Checkin' the other rooms, like you

said.

MAURICE:

(to White Boy)

Go keep an eye on him.

White Boy Bob slips out of the room. Maurice turns to Kenneth,

who's still playing with the stereo.

MAURICE (CONT'D)

Kenneth, f*** the radio, put on a CD.

KENNETH:

(looking them over)

I don't recognize none of these bands.

MAURICE:

Just pick one, put it on.

INT. UPSTAIRS HALLWAY - SAME

White Boy Bob watches from the end of the hall as Foley peers

into each of the bedrooms. Foley sees a back staircase and

starts down. A moment later White Boy Bob follows.

INT. DOWNSTAIRS HALLWAY - SAME

White Boy Bob comes down the stairs. No sign of Foley. White

Boy starts down one hallway, then turns back. Now he's lost.

He opens a door, starts to walk into a closet, then backs out.

He goes down the hall, turns into...

THE KITCHEN - SAME

Where White Boy Bob enters, calls out tentatively.

WHITE BOY BOB:

Uh, Foley?

He takes in the huge room, the massive sub-zero refrigerator.

He moves to the freezer, opens it, takes in the FROZEN STEAKS.

WHITE BOY BOB (CONT'D)

Cool.

INT. HALLWAY (DOWNSTAIRS) - SAME

As Foley quietly moves to the doorway, peers into the kitchen,

watches White Boy Bob starts going through the freezer, taking

out steaks and stacking them up on the counter. Foley shakes

his head and moves on.

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