Out of Sight Page #6

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As Buddy and Foley hook up again in front of the car. We can

see they're beneath an overpass. Foley stares at the trunk.

BUDDY:

We may as well leave her, we're leaving

the car and we gotta leave her some place

anyway, what's the difference where?

FOLEY:

She's coming with us.

Foley walks to the passenger seat, reaches in the window.

BUDDY:

Jesus Christ, what were you doing in

there?

FOLEY:

Get the shotgun. And her purse. I'd

like to know who she is.

Foley takes her wallet, looks at her driver's licence photo.

BUDDY:

I already looked. Her name is Karen

Sisco. Like the Cisco Kid only spelled

different, S-i-s-c-o.

A sheriff's green-and-white goes screaming past and they keep

to the narrow space between the car and the concrete abutment

of the overpass. When the road quiets down, Foley moves to the

trunk and bangs on it once with his fist.

FOLEY:

Karen? Be a good girl now, you hear?

Now, I'm gonna open the--

Foley jumps at the sound of a pistol shot.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

You're putting holes in your car!

He looks up to see Buddy holding her shotgun, staring at him.

He settles down, then...

FOLEY (CONT'D)

We're not leaving you. I'm gonna open

the trunk enough for you to throw the

gun out. Okay? You shoot -- Buddy's

got your shotgun, says he'll shoot

back if you do and I can't stop him.

So it's up to you.

Foley puts his hand out and Buddy, still looking at him funny,

gives him the keys.

VOICE:

Hey!

Coming from somewhere above them.

VOICE (CONT'D)

It's me, Glenn.

Foley steps out into the open, Buddy close behind him. They

look up to see a figure, head and shoulders against the evening

sky, leaning on the concrete overpass rail. We can see his

long blond hair falling beside his face, now half-concealed

behind dark sunglasses.

GLENN:

Hey, Jack, good to see you, man. The

f***'re you guys shooting at?

Foley looks at Buddy.

FOLEY:

Do we need him?

BUDDY:

The green-and-whites saw us. One of

'em starts thinking, what's that car

doing there? Ties it to the break and

turns around...

Foley thinks about it, then looks up at the overpass again.

FOLEY:

Oh, hey, Studs? We thought you were

somebody else.

GLENN:

Studs. Man, I haven't heard that since

Lompoc. What's going on?

FOLEY:

Oh, nuthin'.

Foley shakes his head, then walks back to the Ford and bangs

on the trunk.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

You coming out?

Foley sticks the key in the lock as Buddy steps up to the trunk

and racks the pump on the shotgun. Foley leans close to the

metal.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

You hear that?

He turns the key and raises the lid. Karen, bunched in there,

extends her arm, her hand holding the Sig Sauer by the barrel.

KAREN:

You win, Jack.

"Jack." Buddy gives him another funny look.

EXT. TOP OF OVERPASS - NIGHT

As Glenn removes a note stuck in the side window of a stolen

Audi that reads "GONE TO GET GAS."

FOLEY:

Have your clothes cleaned and send me

the bill.

Glenn looks over as the three of them reach the top of the grade,

move through the scrub. Glenn leans against the car, flashers

blinking.

KAREN:

I'll send it to you at Glades.

GLENN:

Jesus, what'd you crawl through, a

sewer?

FOLEY:

Take your sunglasses off.

GLENN:

I see better with them on.

FOLEY:

You don't take 'em off, I'm gonna throw

'em off the overpass while they're

still on your head.

Glenn shrugs, takes them off and sticks them in his jeans.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

Wait in the car.

GLENN:

You're in civilization now, man, ease

up.

FOLEY:

I'd like you to go wait in the car.

How's that? Take her with you and put

her in back.

GLENN:

In the trunk?

FOLEY:

The backseat.

Foley stares at him, waiting. Glenn motions to Karen...

GLENN:

Come on. I have to do what I'm told.

She walks past Foley without looking at him.

FOLEY:

Wait a minute. Let me have your

raincoat.

(looks at Buddy)

Somebody forgot to bring me clean

clothes.

BUDDY:

I brought 'em, they're back at Glades

in the Cadillac. You wanted to take

her car.

KAREN:

You can blame me if you want. I don't

mind.

He doesn't say anything as Glenn takes off the raincoat, folds

it up, then throws it at Foley's feet.

GLENN:

Here you are, sir.

Foley watches as Glenn gets his sunglasses out, puts them back

on and takes Karen by the arm.

BUDDY:

What's wrong with you?

Karen looks over at Foley, then ducks her head and gets in the

backseat.

FOLEY:

Why you brought Glenn into this, I'll

never know.

BUDDY:

How 'bout the score was his idea to

begin with?

FOLEY:

His idea? Gimme a break. F***in' guy's

got a vacant lot for a head. Was you

and me figured the whole thing out.

Buddy watches Foley struggle with the buttons on the uniform,

all of them caked with muck.

BUDDY:

You're pulling at it. Here...

He lays the shotgun in the grass and comes up, takes the guard

shirt in his two hands and rips it open, popping buttons and

tearing the shirt.

FOLEY:

I don't know why, but every time he

opens his mouth I want to punch him

out.

BUDDY:

He ain't the problem, Jack.

Foley looks at him.

BUDDY (CONT'D)

You wanna pull your head outta your

ass and tell me why we're bringing her

with us?

INT. CAR - SAME

As Karen watches Glenn get into the car, sees him as the dome

light comes on for a second or two before he closes the door.

He half turns, laying his arm along the top of the seats, runs

his hand through his hair...

GLENN:

...if he thinks he can talk to me like

this. Sh*t, I don't even know what I

need them for.

Karen leans forward to have a look, sees Foley and Buddy against

the dark foliage.

GLENN (CONT'D)

I got a big score lined up up north.

They wouldn't even know about it, it

wasn't for me. I could do it right

now myself, except it's so f***ing

cold up there in January--

KAREN:

Glenn?

His head turns so that we can see his designer shades.

KAREN (CONT'D)

You don't remember me, do you?

GLENN:

(beat)

It couldn't have been out at Glades,

if that's what you're thinking. I was

never out there.

KAREN:

No, that's not what I'm thinking.

He raises his hand, strokes his hair away from his face.

GLENN:

But you're sure we've met, huh?

KAREN:

Last fall, I drove you from the Palm

Beach county jail to the federal

courthouse, twice. You're Glenn

Michaels.

(then)

I never forget anyone I've cuffed and

shackled.

He doesn't move or say a word, staring at her now like he's

been turned to stone.

KAREN (CONT'D)

Let's think for a minute, Glenn, see if

we can work this out...

He turns away, all the way around to look straight ahead...

KAREN (CONT'D)

Do we have a gun in the car?

GLENN:

I remember you now. Sh*t.

KAREN:

Foley's not going to make it. And if

he goes down, Glenn, you go with him.

She touches his shoulder and he jumps.

KAREN (CONT'D)

Look, I can understand if you and Foley

are close.

GLENN:

We're not. I'm helping him, yeah--

KAREN:

Wait. Have you helped him, Glenn? At

this point, technically, I doubt you

could be charged with aiding a fugitive.

So you still have a choice. You can

help him and risk going down again,

get cuffed and shackled, hope to God

you pull a reasonable judge, not some

hard-on. Or, if you want to play it

another way...

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