Smokey and the Bandit Page #12

BANDIT:

(picking up mike)

This is Bandit, you're coming in

long and strong.

VOICE:

(from CB)

My handle's Silver Tongued Devil and

I'm here to tell you, your fellow

CB'ers are mighty proud of y'all.

BANDIT:

Thanks much, Silver Tongued Devil.

SILVER TONGUED DEVIL

(from CB)

But I got a bad Bear story.

Bandit and Kate look at each other.

SILVER TONGUED DEVIL

I just rolled past a county mounty

roadblock down on eighty-two.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

Thanks Silver Tongued Devil, we'll

avoid.

SILVER TONGUED DEVIL

(from CB)

Keep the wheels spinning and the

beavers grinning.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

Adios.

He hangs up the mike.

KATE:

(referring to Silver

Tongued Devil)

Classy guy.

Bandit grins and takes a curve at 90. Then they both look

up.

WHAT THEY SEE:

The roadblock. No way around it.

BACK TO SCENE:

Bandit looks ahead down both sides of the highway. Thinks

quick.

HIGHWAY - DAY - HIGH SHOT

as Bandit I comes roaring down the highway headed directly

for the roadblock. A farmhouse is off to the side, about a

hundred yards before the roadblock.

NEW ANGLE:

Bandit I swerves off the highway, throwing itself into a

broadside. The car lurches onto the Farmhouse driveway and

barrels across the front yard. It snaps a clothesline full

of clothes, sending bras, panties, shirts and socks flying

in every direction.

It then crashes through a chicken yard and corral fence,

sending whatever animals are available -- flying toward

freedom.

RACING ANGLE:

as Bandit I roars across a fruit orchard, weaving in and

around rows and rows of trees, finally slamming onto an access

road and back onto the highway -- way ahead of the roadblock!

BRANFORD AND HIS MEN

stand there like statues with their mouths hanging open. A

beat, then all four cops race toward their cars, leap in and

take off.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

a rattled Kate turns to Bandit. She's about to speak, but

sees his intense concentration and says nothing.

THEIR VIEW - THE HIGHWAY

up ahead. Coming straight at them, down the center of the

road -- another Arkansas Sheriff's car.

BANDIT:

Christ, it looks like a Smokey

convention.

BACK TO SCENE:

Bandit whips the wheel to the right and again, the Cobra is

airborne -- flying off the highway, careening down the

shoulder, through a creek and up onto another dirt road.

THE SHERIFF'S CAR

spins around in the middle of the highway -- almost flipping

over in the process -- straightens out and takes off over

the shoulder after Bandit I.

CAMERA PANS:

back to the highway. As Sheriff Branford's two Patrol cars

come blasting down the highway. They stop at the shoulder. A

beat. Then they take off over the shoulder in pursuit.

CAMERA PANS:

back again. As Sheriff Clayton's Texas Highway Patrol car

skids to a stop.

INSIDE CLAYTON'S CAR

Clayton surveys the situation. Bandit I roaring along the

dirt road -- the three Arkansas Sheriff cars on his tail. He

makes a decision.

CLAYTON:

(muttering to himself)

We'll meet again, Bandit.

And he floors it taking off down the highway.

CUT TO:

THE DIRT ROAD - MOVING - HIGH SHOT

as the three Arkansas Sheriff's cars race after Bandit I.

They're on a treacherously narrow road. On both sides -- a

long sheer drop -- to water.

INSIDE SHERIFF BRANFORD'S CAR

His Deputy is doing at least 80, as he pulls within a few

feet of the lead car. The Deputy angrily honks his horn.

DEPUTY:

I'm gonna pass this fruit!

BRANFORD:

Just back off the hammer, boy.

DEPUTY:

But sir, he's gonna get away.

BRANFORD:

He ain't gonna get nothin' but a

brief mention in the obituary column.

The Deputy turns to him, not understanding.

BRANFORD:

(with a smile)

The bridge up ahead is out.

HIGH SHOT - THE NARROW DIRT ROAD

The four cars kicking up dust for miles.

CREEK - DAY - FULL SHOT

where the dirt road ends. But the bridge that once crossed

the banks -- is gone.

A beat and Bandit I comes roaring straight toward the creek.

INSIDE BANDIT I:

Bandit and Kate see the creek. No bridge. End of the road.

Bandit barely has time to hit the brakes, sending the Cobra

into a wild fishtail. Kate desperately braces herself, hanging

onto the dashboard.

FULL SHOT:

as Bandit wheels the Cobra a full 360° and comes to a halt.

He looks back.

HIS VIEW - DOWN THE ROAD

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