Slam Dance Page #4

---

remember it?

-Yes.

-OK.

-Drood, are you--

-l'm OK.

Where have you been?

l've been looking everywhere

for you, Drood.

What do you want me to do?

l need your help.

-OK, l'm listening.

-l need some money...

and a change of clothes.

OK.

l--l will be there

as soon as l can.

Jim, will you watch

Bean for me, please?

You're going, then?

Helen, he's off his bloody head.

Hello.

-Detective Smiley, please.

-This is he.

Detective, this is Helen Drood.

l know where my husband is.

Helen, this is

completely insane.

Where are my keys?

-Helen!

-Jim, please let me go.

What are you doing?

What are you doing?

Thank you.

Thank you.

lt's Bean's.

l thought you might need a hat.

What's wrong?

l'm just imagining

myself on the run...

in this hat.

Drood, stop it.

Fugitive elf!

No, Drood!

Drood! Drood!

lt's Smiley.

What?

l called Detective Smiley.

You what?

All you have to do

is talk to him.

That's all.

Helen, Helen, are you crazy?

-No, just talk to him!

-No!

-Drood, no!

-Helen, no!

Helen, don't open the door!

-Helen!

-He's got a gun.

Mr. Drood.

Can you hear me, Mr. Drood?

l just want

to talk to you.

-Helen, get out of there.

-Look, Mr. Drood...

l'm going to show you

my hands, all right?

OK, l'm gonna come

into the room now--

No!

Drood.

Helen, get--

l'm on your side, Mr. Drood.

Drood, just listen to him, OK?

He's lying!

He's in on it.

All you have to do

is listen to him!

l really want

to help you, Mr. Drood.

l know you didn't kill anybody.

Put it down.

What the hell are you

doing here, John?

Put it down.

Now, kick it over here.

l told you to stay out of this.

lt's over, John.

Give me the gun.

Give me--

Smiley, don't!

Don't make me do this.

Give me the gun, John!

Give me the--

No!

No!

-Come on.

-What'll we do?

-Get the stuff.

-What are we gonna do?

-Come on.

-No.

-We got to get out of here.

-No! No.

Go! Go! Go!

Would you please--

l told him you

couldn't kill anybody!

l wasn't trying.

lf l was trying,

l would have missed.

Oh, God!

Drood, what are we gonna do?

F***!

Now l'm a cop killer.

l am dead.

l'm...

Drood.

l'm dead.

Drood, you're scaring me.

l'm a dead man, Helen!

Where's the tool box?

l've got it.

l got it.

-Go! Go! Go!

-l'm going, l'm going!

What are you doing?

Turn up here.

No, right!

Dear God, Drood!

-l'm gonna kill myself.

-What?

Drood, just say something

that makes sense, all right?

Tell them that l forced

you to drive me up here...

that l said that...

l had to meet somebody.

You picked me up

outside the hotel.

You weren't in the room, OK?

What do l tell Bean?

Tell her that l'll be there.

OK?

OK, OK.

Take care of yourself.

l love you.

Lights are on...

but nobody's home.

''...surely goodness and mercy

shall follow me...

''all the days of my life...

''and l will dwell in

the house of the Lord forever.''

-Helen...

-Drop dead.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes