Smokey and the Bandit Page #15

BANDIT:

Well, she's not exactly my...

TRUCKER #3

(jumping in)

Lemme have your autograph, hoss!

Everyone in the restaurant crowds around Bandit and he starts

hurriedly signing autographs.

KATE:

I've done twenty-eight Broadway shows

and no one's ever asked me for an

autograph.

Then:

BANDIT:

(to the group, starting

off)

Listen, guys, I gotta cover ground.

I'm due in Atlanta in less than ten

hours.

TRUCKER #1

Good luck.

TRUCKER #2

Give our best to Jimmy Carter.

Kate slips out of the booth, as Bandit crosses back to the

counter.

ANGLE - COUNTER

Bandit grabs his order and finds the OWNER facing him --

holding out Bandit's money.

OWNER:

It's on the house.

BANDIT:

(grins)

Thanks.

He turns to leave.

OWNER:

Son...

Bandit turns back.

OWNER:

Godspeed.

Bandit smiles. Then starts out. He notices Kate is gone.

Shrugs. Heads out the door.

OUTSIDE THE TRUCK STOP - DAY

Bandit bolts out in time to see his Cobra pulling out, about

to take off.

NEW ANGLE:

as Bandit leaps off the steps and races toward the car, just

as it peels out. He swings the passenger door open and is

half in -- half out, as the Cobra skids out the truck stop,

over the curb and onto the highway. The door's still wide

open. Bandit hanging on.

INSIDE BANDIT I:

Kate's behind the wheel. She tromps on it and the car takes

off like greased lightening. Bandit's struggling to stay in

the car.

BANDIT:

(hanging on)

What the hell are you doing?!?

KATE:

(gestures over her

shoulder)

He's after us again!

Kate whips around a corner almost throwing Bandit onto the

pavement. He grabs her arm and manages to pull himself into

the car and slam the door. He looks back.

HIS VIEW - THRU REAR WINDOW

Sheriff Clayton's Texas Highway Patrol car is after them

again. Siren blasting.

BACK TO SCENE:

Bandit turns to Kate.

BANDIT:

You know this guy, don't you?

KATE:

(driving hard, eyes

on the road)

I've never seen him before in my

life. I'm just trying to help you

out.

BANDIT:

By stealing my car?

KATE:

I would've come back for you.

BANDIT:

(not believing)

Yeah.

KATE:

(turning to him, dead

serious)

Yeah.

She wraps a corner doing 60, hits the highway and puts it to

the floor. Clayton's battered up car is still coming on

strong.

INSIDE THE CLAYTON'S CAR - MOVING

Sheriff Clayton's eyes are glazed as he tears after Bandit

I.

CLAYTON:

(to himself)

I'm gonna get you, you dirty,

stinking, rotten sumbitch.

BACK TO BANDIT:

Kate at the wheel.

KATE:

Look, the truth is, I didn't want to

be dumped at the truck stop. I wanted

to go on with you. I needed an excuse.

BANDIT:

You could've asked.

KATE:

You might have said no. I have trouble

handling rejection.

THE HIGHWAY:

Bandit I streaks past, Kate driving. A beat and a big rig,

hauling a crane comes out of a side road. The truck moves

slowly down the highway -- a wide load.

SHERIFF CLAYTON'S CAR

roaring up.

INSIDE THE CAR:

Clayton floors it and hunches low over the wheel as he passes

the truck -- afraid the crane's going to take off his head.

FULL SHOT:

as Sheriff Clayton's car zooms under the crane, clearing it

by a hair. But the crane rips off Clayton's lights and siren.

Leaving only wires and a gaping hole in the roof of the car.

ARKANSAS HIGHWAY - DAY

Bandit I streaking. Kate takes a dangerous curve doing 85.

Bandit gasps, but Kate holds her own.

BANDIT:

Where did you learn how to drive

like this?

KATE:

Like what?

He smiles.

KATE:

My first father was a redneck. He

taught me how to drive fast and pants

people.

Bandit picks up the CB mike, flicking the crystal selector

two stops.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

Breaker, this is Bandit I, how are

your vocal cords?

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Cledus takes his mike. Fred is on all fours in the now chewed-

up front seat. Bouncing around.

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