Out of Sight Page #9

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KAREN:

Have you ever shot a man? How many

times have you been primary through

the door?

BURDON:

I have to qualify, is that it?

KAREN:

You have to know what you're talking

about.

We hear CHUCKLING OS. Burdon glances at the doorway where we

see Marshall now standing, enjoying this.

BURDON:

We'll talk another time, Karen. All

right? I'd like to know why Foley put

you in that second car when he didn't

need you any more.

KAREN:

You'll have to ask him.

BURDON:

Sounds to me like he liked having you

around. I'll see you, Karen. Mr.

Sisco.

MARSHALL:

Agent Burdon.

Marshall waits for him to walk out...

MARSHALL (CONT'D)

The white man's Burdon. That's what

everybody calls him in Miami. The

Metro-Dade guys. He's got a knack for

pissing people off.

She's not listening. He sits down, takes her hand...

MARSHALL (CONT'D)

What are you thinking about?

KAREN:

The Sig Sauer you got me for my

birthday.

MARSHALL:

Tell you what, you're a good girl, you

might get another one for Christmas.

She looks at him.

KAREN:

I'll get it back when I get Foley.

EXT. BUDDY'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

A dozen GERIATRIC RESIDENTS sit on chairs out front as Buddy

climbs the steps carrying a bag of groceries under one arm,

newspaper under the other. An old woman comes out the door as

Buddy opens it and squints at him.

OLD WOMAN:

Oh-- Are you delivering the oxygen?

BUDDY:

Uh, no, ma'am. Sorry.

INT. BUDDY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Buddy's REAL apartment, not the one Karen pictured in her dream.

This one's nicer, with a view of the beach. Jack stands on the

balcony going through KAREN'S PURSE.

He pulls out her wallet, checks out her driver's licence photo.

He does the same with her gym I.D. card. He finds her address

book and opens it up. A photo of her father slips out. Jack

examines it a moment, then flips through the book.

He stares at something in her bag a moment, then reaches in

and comes up with her us Marshal I.D. He slips it open and

studies the badge and the picture opposite.

He holds on to it, looks out at the ocean, but really sees...

THE OPEN TRUNK OF THE CAR - LAST NIGHT

As Karen gets out, saying...

KAREN:

You win, Jack.

BACK IN THE APARTMENT

Foley turns away from the view as Buddy walks in, sets the

grocery bag down on the coffee table.

BUDDY:

You made the front page.

He holds up the newspaper so that Foley can see his picture on

the front page:
an unflattering mug shot that doesn't look all

that much like him.

BUDDY (CONT'D)

They pass this picture around you can

go anywhere you want, nobody'll know

you.

FOLEY:

I wasn't feeling my best that day.

I'd just drawn thirty to life.

BUDDY:

Maybe this'll make you feel better.

Buddy reaches into the bag, tosses Foley a NEW ZIPPO.

FOLEY:

Thanks.

Foley catches the lighter, immediately begins playing with it.

He looks at the paper on the coffee table as Buddy sits down,

pulls some groceries and a sixpack from the bag.

BUDDY:

Paper says there's ten grand each on

you, Chino and Lulu.

FOLEY:

Say anything in there about Karen Sisco?

BUDDY:

Just that she got away.

FOLEY:

Yeah, but what happened after she drove

off with Glenn?

BUDDY:

You'll have to ask Glenn. And most

likely, he's on his way to Detroit,

where we should be.

Foley walks back out on to the balcony, looks at the contents of

Karen's bag spread out on the table.

BUDDY (CONT'D)

You realize what you're doing? Worrying

about a person that works in law

enforcement. You want to sit down and

have cocktails with a girl that tried

to shoot you. You hear what I'm saying?

Foley holds up the picture of Marshall Sisco.

FOLEY:

Think this old guy is her boyfriend?

It's the only picture she carries.

BUDDY:

Am I going to Detroit by myself?

Foley picks up her drivers licence photo.

BUDDY (CONT'D)

Longer we hang around down here, Jack,

better chance there is either Glenn's

gonna f*** up the whole score, or we

gonna get busted, or both.

FOLEY:

We'll leave first thing in the morning.

EXT. MARSHALL SISCO'S CONDO - DAY

Right on a marina. Boats bobbing on the water.

MARSHALL (VO)

Is this Foley?

INT. MARSHALL SISCO'S CONDO - DAY

Marshall sits in his chair holding up a newspaper as Karen hands

him a drink. She stares at the photograph.

KAREN:

He doesn't even look like that.

MARSHALL:

No?

KAREN:

No, he looks a lot...

She realizes Marshall's watching her.

KAREN (CONT'D)

Different.

The doorbell RINGS. She ignores his look, gets up. Walks to

the door and opens it to reveal RAY NICOLET, boots, leather

jacket, etc. Cowboy Cop.

KAREN (CONT'D)

Hi, Ray.

RAY:

You look great. Your dad taking good

care of you?

KAREN:

He took the week off so we'd have time

together. So far he's worked on his

boat every day. Dad? Ray Nicolet.

Marshall gets up, shakes his head.

RAY:

I've heard a lot about you, Mr. Sisco.

MARSHALL:

Likewise.

KAREN:

Ray's with the F.B.I. Task Force,

working on the prison break.

MARSHALL:

(eyeing his T-shirt)

I see that.

Ray turns to Karen, holding his jacket open to show the task

force inscription on his T-shirt in red, the guy's .357 tucked

into his waistband.

MARSHALL (CONT'D)

In case no one knows what he does.

Tell me, Ray, you ever wear one says,

"Undercover"?

RAY:

No. Course not.

KAREN:

(changing the subject)

How's it going?

RAY:

Great. We got one of 'em.

Karen looks at him.

KAREN:

Was it Foley?

MARSHALL:

(before he can answer)

Off a tip?

RAY:

Yeah, someone spotted two of 'em in

this hobo camp out by the airport,

called the number--

MARSHALL:

I knew it, soon as I saw they were

offering a reward.

She grabs Nicolet by the arm.

KAREN:

Was it Foley?

Marshall looks at her.

RAY:

Foley? Oh. No, it was one of the

Cubans. Linares.

KAREN:

Oh...

RAY:

We went out there, full SWAT, two

choppers, the whole bit, but Linares

started shooting anyway. We put him

down, but somehow Chirino got away.

MARSHALL:

Did you pay the guy the reward?

RAY:

Yeah, as soon as we got back.

KAREN:

Foley hadn't been there?

Her father gives her a look.

RAY:

This place was strictly Cuban. If

Foley had a ride he must have his own

agenda. He seems to be the only one

knows what he's doing.

THE PHONE RINGS. Marshall moves to it.

MARSHALL:

Hello?

(beat)

Yeah, she is. Just a minute.

(hands her the phone)

For you.

KAREN:

Hello?

CUT TO:
FOLEY ON THE PHONE - DAY

On the balcony. Flipping through a copy of Vogue while Buddy

watches television inside.

FOLEY:

Hi.

INTERCUTTING KAREN & FOLEY - DAY

Karen just stands there, sees her father looking at her as Ray

drones on.

FOLEY:

You know who this is?

KAREN:

Yes.

She walks out to her father's balcony now.

FOLEY:

I just wanted to see if you're okay,

make sure Glenn didn't hurt you or,

you know, anything.

MARSHALL:

Something I've been wondering, Ray...

Marshall picks up the newspaper...

MARSHALL (CONT'D)

It says in the headline, "I slept with

a murderer, says shaken Miami woman."

She lives in Little Havana, her

husband's out of town working when one

of the escapees shows up at her door...

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