Out of Sight Page #3

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Buddy shakes his head. Maurice dances around the other guy

now. Teases him.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

He was Maurice "Mad Dog" Miller back

when he was pro. Now you pet him, he

goes down.

The white guy throws a tired, loping roundhouse that barely

glances off Maurice's jaw. Sure enough, Maurice makes a big

show out of snapping his head back, staggering, before he finally

goes down.

BUDDY:

I don't believe it.

Foley watches the new inmate as fights erupt all around him

and, anxious now, he tries to get out of there.

EXT. PRISON YARD - DAY

Foley and Buddy sit atop a cement picnic table watching as

nearby, the "winning" BOXER -- still wearing last night's

pummelling on his face -- gloats to a group of cons. He throws

a fake punch at one of them as he demonstrates his winning

technique...

BUDDY:

Guy's braggin' he won a thrown fight.

F***in' pathetic.

Foley looks at the other side of the yard where Maurice now

stands at the far side of the yard coldly watching the guy, one

hand thrust into his pocket. Foley watches as Maurice stops

the NEW INMATE -- the older guy who looked out of place at the

fights -- as he comes out into the yard.

FOLEY:

It's Richard Ripley.

BUDDY:

(looking now)

The Wall Street guy? Oh, yeah. I

didn't recognize him without his rug.

Foley watches as Maurice talks to the new inmate, the guy

nodding, acquiescent, respectful.

FOLEY:

Dick the Ripper they called him, on

account of all the people he ripped

off.

Foley watches as Ripley now makes a note in a BLACK BOOK.

BUDDY:

What's he doin' here?

GLENN (OS)

Three years.

They look to where Glenn Michaels, the blond guy in dark shades

we saw in Maurice's corner, works out on the bench press a few

feet away. He's shirtless, tan, in shape.

GLENN:

He got three years and fined fifty

million dollars and wrote 'em a f***ing

check. Like that, fifty mil, signed

his name.

(struggles with the

bar)

Whoa-- little help here!

FOLEY:

Who you talkin' to, Studs? Me, or

Buddy. I can't tell, you got those

shades on.

GLENN:

You guys-- come on-- this is too heavy!

FOLEY:

I guess the bright glare out here made

it hard to see the numbers on the

weights.

GLENN:

I'll take the shades off. Just get

this f***in' thing off me.

Foley helps him get the bar up. Glenn sits up.

BUDDY:

How do you know he wrote a check?

GLENN:

He told me. He works the laundry with

me. The guy loves to talk.

FOLEY:

Yeah, to the U.S. Attorney. I hear he

rolled over on all the snitches he was

doing business with and got 'em all

brought up.

He watches Snoopy talking to Ripley, one eye always on the

swaggering boxer across the yard, one hand in his pocket.

GLENN:

Hey, anybody that can write a check

for fifty mil, he says anything I'm

all f***ing ears. Like the other day,

he tells me how he's got all this money

in foreign banks, plus around five mil

in uncut diamonds at his house. He

said, quote, "Where I can put my hands

on it anytime."

BUDDY:

Cool. Where's the guy live?

Foley watches a few more of Maurice's friends surround Ripley.

Again, Ripley takes out his black book, starts nodding, making

notations...

GLENN:

Detroit. Snoopy Miller told me uncut

diamonds are as easy to move as cash.

FOLEY:

Ever seen an uncut diamond, Studs?

They look like plain old rocks.

GLENN:

So. What's your point?

FOLEY:

My point is, that's probably what you're

gonna end up with.

GLENN:

You think he's lying?

FOLEY:

Use your head. The guys got five

million lying around his house, you

really think he's gonna tell some

motormouth he just met in prison about

it?

A BELL SOUNDS. Everyone starts walking for the gate.

Foley watches as the Boxer and his crew head for the gate,

Maurice still standing there with his hand in his pocket.

SLOW MOTION AS the boxer gets to the gate, sees Maurice who

moves to him now, smiling like he's so glad to see him... his

left hand clapping the guy on the back, saying something like

congratulations as now his right hand comes out of his pocket

and we see the long metal shiv--

BUDDY:

(watching Snoopy)

Here it comes.

Maurice wraps his left arm around the boxer's shoulder and hugs

him tight for a moment, then quickly moves away. The Boxer

stands there like a statue, doesn't move until he's at last

jostled from behind and his legs fold and he drops to the cement.

BUDDY (CONT'D)

I guess the Snoop doesn't like to lose,

even if it's on purpose.

We hear a WHISTLE BLOW as a GUARD spots the body. And now

everyone moves like hell for the gate... except for...

Richard Ripley who stands there frozen, staring down at the

body.

Foley glances back at the approaching guards, casually takes

Ripley by the arm as he passes, leads him away from there, talks

to him as they walk into the block...

FOLEY:

You don't wanna be standing there, the

hacks start asking questions you don't

wanna answer.

RIPLEY:

Oh, uh, right, thanks...

Foley then moves away. He sees Maurice looking back at him,

giving him a hard stare just before he melts into the crowd.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. FOLEY'S CELL - BELLE GLADE - DAY (NOW)

He lies there another moment when...

A PAIROF LEGS swings down over the side from the top bunk.

Foley's CELLMATE jumps down, walks the three feet or so to the

toilet, casually pulls down his pants and starts to go to the

bathroom. Foley shakes his head and turns away...

EXT. STRIP MALL - DAY

As Buddy walks up to a Cadillac Sedan DeVille Concours pulling

a slim-jim from the back of his pants, about to jimmy the door,

when he sees...

A WOMAN -- middle-aged, wearing pearls and high heels -- come

out of the Winn Dixie pushing a grocery cart full of groceries.

Buddy sticks the jimmy back in his pants, waits until the woman

is opening her trunk before coming forward...

BUDDY:

Here, lemme help you with those, ma'am.

She doesn't seem too sure about it, but lets him load the

groceries in the trunk and take the key out of the lock.

WOMAN:

I didn't ask for your help, so don't

expect a tip.

Buddy smiles, waves her off.

BUDDY:

That's okay, ma'am. I'll just take

your car.

She stands there stupidly as he gets in and drives off.

INT. CHAPEL - DUSK

In the midst of a remodel. As door opens and Pup comes in.

Foley puts a finger to his lips...

FOLEY:

They're right underneath you, Pup.

They dug a tunnel.

Foley watches Pup creep up the aisle towards the front of the

chapel, eyes on the floor, listening...

PUP:

I don't hear 'em. Where's the tunnel

come out?

Pup turns his back, walks up the aisle and across the front of

the pews to a window.

FOLEY:

Second fence post from the tower out

there. Go on, take a look.

As Pup stares out the window...

PUP:

I don't see nothing there.

Foley reaches down into a pew where's stashed a FOUR-FOOT

CRUCIFIX. He picks it up, starts up the aisle...

FOLEY:

You will directly. Keep watching.

INT. KAREN SISCO'S CAR - DUSK

As the high beams from her car show the prison parking area,

then the fence strung with razor wire. Karen parks near the

fence, lights a cigarette and dials her car phone.

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