Out of Sight Page #5

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FOLEY:

Boy, it stunk in there.

KAREN:

I believe it. You've ruined a nine-

hundred-dollar suit my dad gave me.

FOLEY:

Yeah, went real nice with that twelve

gauge, too.

(then)

Tell me, why in the world would someone

like you ever become a federal marshall?

KAREN:

The idea of going after guys like you

appealed to me.

FOLEY:

Guys like me, huh. Well, listen, even

though I've been celibate lately, I'm

not gonna force myself on you. I've

never done that in my life.

KAREN:

You wouldn't have time anyway. We

come to a roadblock, they'll run the

car, find out in five seconds who it

belongs to.

FOLEY:

If they get set up in time, which I

doubt. And even if they do they'll be

looking for a buncha little Latin

fellas, not a big black guy driving a

Ford.

KAREN:

Must be quite a pal, risk his own ass

like this.

More bumps. Then picking up speed as the road smooths out.

FOLEY:

Who, Buddy? Yeah. He's a good guy.

Back when we jailed together, he'd

call his sister every week without

fail. She's a born-again Christian,

does bookkeeping for a televangelist.

Buddy calls her up, confesses his sins,

tells her about whatever bank he

happened to rob.

KAREN:

Buddy. That's his given name?

FOLEY:

(woops, beat)

One I gave him, yeah.

(mouths)

F***...

INT. CAR - SAME

As Buddy rifles through Karen's bag while he drives. He looks up

from her badge and ID case at the road.

INT. TRUNK - SAME

KAREN:

So, what's your name? It'll be in the

paper tomorrow anyway.

FOLEY:

Jack Foley. You've probably heard of

me.

KAREN:

Why, are you famous?

FOLEY:

Time I was convicted in California?

FBI told me I'd robbed more banks than

anyone in the computer.

KAREN:

How many was that?

FOLEY:

Tell you the truth, I don't know. I

started when I was eighteen, driving

for my Uncle Cully and his partner,

Gus. They go into a bank this one

time in Slidell, Gus jumps the counter

to get the tellers and breaks his leg.

All three of us ended up in Angola.

KAREN:

That's funny.

FOLEY:

I thought so, too.

KAREN:

It was me, I woulda left ol' Gus on

the floor.

FOLEY:

I believe you would have. Another fall,

I did seven years at Lompoc. And I

don't mean the place next door where

some of Nixon's people went.

KAREN:

I know the difference. You were in

Lompoc USP, the federal penitentiary.

I've delivered people there. So

basically you've spent half your life

in prison.

FOLEY:

(beat)

Basically. Yeah. If I go back now, I

do a full thirty years, no time off.

Can you imagine looking at that?

KAREN:

I don't have to. I don't rob banks.

He looks at her, then looks away as we...

EXT. CAR - SAME

As the car turns into a main highway now...

INT. TRUNK - SAME

As Foley plays the light down the length of her...

FOLEY:

You don't seem all that scared.

KAREN:

Of course I am.

FOLEY:

You don't act like it.

KAREN:

What do you want me to do? Scream? I

don't think it would help much.

(then)

I'm just gonna sit back, take it easy,

and wait for you to screw up.

FOLEY:

Jesus, you sound like my ex-wife.

KAREN:

You were married? All those falls,

I'm surprised you had time.

FOLEY:

It was just a year, give or take a few

days. I mean, it's not like we didn't

get along or anything. We had fun, we

just didn't have that... that thing,

you know? That spark, you know what I

mean? You gotta have that.

KAREN:

(thinking)

Uh-huh.

FOLEY:

We still talk, though.

KAREN:

Sure.

EXT. CAR - SAME

As Buddy passes a sign that says "MIAMI, 74 MILES."

INT. TRUNK - SAME

As she tries to get a look at him...

KAREN:

You know, this isn't gonna end well,

these things never do.

FOLEY:

Yeah, well, if it turns out I get shot

like a dog, it'll be in the street,

not off a goddamn fence.

KAREN:

You must see yourself as some kind of

Clyde Barrow.

And for a few moments, all we hear is the sound of the car on

the road. Then...

FOLEY:

Oh, you mean of Bonnie and Clyde? Hm.

You ever see pictures of him, the way

he wore his hat? You could tell he

had that don't-give-a-sh*t air about

him.

KAREN:

I don't recall his hat, but I've seen

pictures of him lying dead, shot by

Texas Rangers. Did you know he didn't

have his shoes on?

FOLEY:

Is that right?

KAREN:

They put a hundred and eighty-seven

bullet holes in Clyde, Bonnie Parker

and the car they were driving. Bonnie

was eating a sandwich.

FOLEY:

You're full of interesting facts, aren't

you?

KAREN:

It was May, 1934, near Gibsland,

Louisiana.

EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT

Quiet. Empty. A moment later the car flies past.

INT. TRUNK - SAME

FOLEY:

That part in the movie where they get

shot? Warren Beatty and... I can't

think of her name.

KAREN:

Faye Dunaway.

FOLEY:

Yeah, I liked her in that movie about

TV...

KAREN:

Network. Yeah, she was good.

FOLEY:

And the guy saying he wasn't gonna

take any more sh*t from anybody...

KAREN:

Peter Finch.

FOLEY:

Yeah, right. Anyway, that scene where

Warren Beatty and Faye Dunaway get

shot? I remember thinking at the time

it wouldn't be a bad way to go, if you

have to.

KAREN:

Bleeding on a country road.

FOLEY:

It wasn't pretty after, no, but if you

were in that car -- eating a sandwich --

you wouldn't have known what hit you.

We HEAR FAINT SIRENS OS...

INT. CAR - SAME TIME

As Buddy sees FLASHING LIGHTS approach from the opposite

direction. He stays cool as the green and whites get closer...

closer... then fly right on past.

INT. TRUNK - SAME

As the SIRENS SCREAM AT US FOR A MOMENT, then FADE.

FOLEY:

You're sure easy to talk to. I wonder --

say we met under different circumstances

and got to talking, say you were in a

bar and I came up to you -- I wonder

what would happen.

KAREN:

Nothing.

FOLEY:

I mean if you didn't know who I was.

KAREN:

You'd probably tell me.

FOLEY:

I'm just saying I think if we met under

different circumstances...

KAREN:

You have to be kidding.

Silence. Foley tries to get back to where it was working...

FOLEY:

Another one Faye Dunaway was in I liked,

Three Days of the Condor.

KAREN:

With Robert Redford, when he was young.

FOLEY:

Yeah...

They lie there a moment, think about that as we hear THE CAR

SLOWING DOWN, coasting, then bumping along the shoulder of the

road to a stop.

KAREN:

I never thought it made sense, though,

the way they got together so quick.

FOLEY:

Really.

KAREN:

I mean, romantically.

FOLEY:

Uh-huh.

(then)

Well, but if --

The trunk goes dark again as the car's turned off.

BUDDY (OS)

You still alive in there?

And the trunk lid raises so that we see Karen and Foley lying

in the back. Foley gets out. Karen doesn't move.

FOLEY (OS)

Where in the hell are we?

BUDDY:

That's the turnpike up there. Glenn's

waiting with the other car.

FOLEY:

Okay, honey, come on out of there.

Karen pushes off, rolls from her right side to her left, brings

up her Sig Sauer in both hands to put it on them, both standing

in the opening, in the dark, but right there.

KAREN:

Get your hands up and turn around.

Now.

FOLEY:

Sh*t...

Foley brings the lid down, he and Buddy moving in opposite

directions as she begins firing from the inside...

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