Out of Sight Page #22
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- 1998
- 123 min
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INT. LIBRARY (DOWNSTAIRS) - SAME
Dark. As Foley steps into the doorway, we BOOM DOWN to reveal
a LIGHTED AQUARIUM in f.g. He comes into the room, sits down
in an armchair beside the fish tank.
He leans close to the glass, stares at the fish a moment. He
sees a door reflected there and turns to look across the room,
sees how the phone cord disappears underneath.
FOLEY:
They cut the lines, Richard.
Silence. The door opens and we see a terrified Richard Ripley
sitting on top of a toilet, the phone in his lap.
RIPLEY:
Foley? That you?
FOLEY:
How are you, Richard?
RIPLEY:
Jesus Christ, what the hell are you
doing here? What's going on? Who's
upstairs?
FOLEY:
Maurice Miller, couple of his friends.
RIPLEY:
Maurice? From Lompoc? Good God.
Ripley moves to the doorway.
RIPLEY (CONT'D)
Have they got Midge up there?
FOLEY:
What kinda man lets a woman answer the
door, this time a night?
RIPLEY:
We thought it might be her husband.
Sometimes he comes and checks up on
her. She told him I was down in
Florida.
FOLEY:
A minute or two, you're gonna wish you
were.
Ripley looks at him. Foley pats the back of a chair.
FOLEY (CONT'D)
Why don't you come on over here, sit
down, Richard, have a look at your
fish.
EXT. BLOOMFIELD HILLS - ROAD - SAME
As Karen slowly negotiates her way through the snowstorm.
INT. RIPLEY'S BEDROOM - SAME
The music ON LOUD (Herb Alpert -- Tijuana Taxi). Buddy stands
in the doorway, watches Maurice, out of his coveralls, as he
takes suits and sport coats from the walk-in closet to look
them over. He tries on a coat, turns to the maid.
MAURICE:
How do I look, mama?
MAID:
Like a fag.
Maurice smiles at her, goes back into the closet. Kenneth stares
at the maid, nodding slowly.
KENNETH:
I think she like to tussle with me.
Get boned a way she gonna remember.
She looks to the doorway, where Buddy now starts to take a step
into the room, when Maurice comes out of the closet...
MAURICE (OS)
Motherf***er!
He sticks his head out of the closet.
MAURICE (CONT'D)
I found the safe.
Buddy backs out of the room.
EXT. RICHARD RIPLEY'S HOUSE - SAME
As Karen drives slowly past the house. White Boy Bob emerges
with an armload of steaks and sets them on the front steps.
MAURICE:
White Boy! Get your ass up here!
White Boy Bob hurries back into the house.
INT. RIPLEY'S LIBRARY - SAME
Ripley sits on the couch across from Foley. He keeps looking
up at the ceiling.
RIPLEY:
What do you want from me, Jack? Name
it. You want money?
FOLEY:
RIPLEY:
We'll go to my bank. I'll make a
withdrawal.
Foley just looks at him. Buddy sticks his head in the room.
BUDDY:
They found the safe.
FOLEY:
You remember Buddy, don't you, Richard?
BUDDY:
Yeah, hi. Nice house.
RIPLEY:
Thank you.
INT. BEDROOM - CLOSET DOORWAY - SAME
White Boy Bob comes in as Kenneth and Maurice are getting ready
to blast the safe with the shotgun and pistol.
MAURICE:
We gonna open up this f***er...
Maurice and his boys open fire on the safe. The maid covers up
as bullets begin ricocheting all over the room.
MAURICE (CONT'D)
Jesus...!
Karen sees the muzzle flashes in the upstairs window and quickly
gets out of the car.
INT. STUDY - SAME
RIPLEY:
(gets up)
Good God... they're shooting Midge!
FOLEY:
(pushes him down)
Siddown, Dick. They're trying to open
the safe, not your maid.
INT. BEDROOM
As Maurice, Kenneth and White Boy Bob get ready to fire again.
MAURICE:
A'ight, this time we gotta get the
motherfuckin' trajectory right...
(pause)
Okay, on three:
One... Two...MAID:
The combination is three-ten-forty-four.
They all turn to look at her, guns still pointing at the safe.
MAID (CONT'D)
Richard's birthday.
EXT. HOUSE - SAME
As Karen cautiously makes her way towards the front door.
INT. BEDROOM - SAME
As Maurice finally gets the safe open. They all anxiously peer
inside. Maurice narrows his eyes, reaches in, pulls out one of
three toupees. He stares at it.
MAURICE:
...the f*** is this...
WHITE BOY BOB:
Are they dead?
MAURICE:
Go find Foley. NOW!
INT. RIPLEY'S STUDY - SAME
As Foley leans forward in the chair now...
RIPLEY:
I can't believe you're still angry
with me, Jack, after all this time.
FOLEY:
I'm not angry, Richard.
(staring at the tank)
In fact, I'm completely relaxed. Thing
is, I can't tell if it's the fish
that're cooling me out or all those
uncut diamonds on the bottom of the
tank there.
Ripley sags, closes his eyes.
BUDDY:
Damn--
And now Buddy takes a closer look and now we, too, see that
strewn about the bottom of the aquarium are dozens of uncut
diamonds of various sizes.
FOLEY:
Dumbfuck Glenn was right, there's about
five million worth in there, wouldn't
you say, Richard?
RIPLEY:
Five point two.
BUDDY:
They look like plain old rocks.
FOLEY:
They sure do.
He gets up, looks at Buddy.
FOLEY (CONT'D)
Go get a bag.
Foley turns to Richard as Buddy comes back into the room with a
plastic bag, starts reaching into the tank.
FOLEY (CONT'D)
I were you, I'd get up and run.
RIPLEY:
I'm not leaving Midge.
FOLEY:
Don't be an a**hole, Richard. They're
gonna kill you.
RIPLEY:
If that's my fate, so be it. I'm not
leaving.
(then)
I love her, Jack.
Foley looks at Buddy. Now what?
BUDDY:
C'mon.
Foley just looks at Ripley, who doesn't move.
FOLEY:
Good luck, Richard.
MAURICE (OS)
Someone down here?
Buddy and Foley slip out the other door, down the hall, just as
Maurice walks in, some of Ripley's clothes over his arm.
MAURICE (CONT'D)
Well, if it isn't the Ripper hisself.
RIPLEY:
Are those my suits?
MAURICE:
Where you been hiding, Dick?
EXT. HOUSE - SAME
A now-freezing Karen hugs a retaining wall, watches as Foley
and Buddy emerge from the house.
AT THE VAN:
As Buddy leans under the dash. Foley looks up at the house
where we see shadows moving about in the upstairs window, hear
the faint pumping of the music. We hear the VAN START.
BUDDY:
Okay.
Buddy straightens up, looks at Foley.
BUDDY (CONT'D)
Come on.
FOLEY:
Sh*t.
BUDDY:
What?
FOLEY:
They're gonna rape the maid, aren't
they.
BUDDY:
From the looks of those boys, the
Ripper too.
FOLEY:
And then they'll kill 'em.
BUDDY:
At least.
Foley looks at the diamonds in the bag.
FOLEY:
We made it, didn't we?
BUDDY:
All you gotta do is get in.
Again Foley looks at the diamonds, then...
FOLEY:
I'm going back inside.
BUDDY:
I'll go with you.
Foley finally hands him the bag with the diamonds in it...
FOLEY:
No, you dump the van, meet me at the
airport.
I'll take one of Ripley's cars.
BUDDY:
Jack --
FOLEY:
Listen, Buddy, the sh*t that's about
to go down, you'll be on the phone
with your sister for a month. Let me
do this part alone.
Buddy just looks at him.
FOLEY (CONT'D)
I'm saying this isn't your problem.
Far as I'm concerned, we're square.
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