Smokey and the Bandit Page #17

BACK TO SCENE:

Kate and Bandit look back. The Funeral Procession has almost

passed. Clayton's is waiting. Gunning his engine. He ain't

giving up.

BANDIT:

I think you'd better let me...

Before Bandit can finish, Kate trounces on it, driving

straight toward the fence.

RACING ANGLE:

as Bandit I blasts toward the incline, hits it doing 70 and

sails over the fence.

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE

we HEAR the CRACK of a baseball bat and a CENTER FIELDER, in

full uniform, takes off after a long fly ball. He stops in

his tracks at what he sees.

REVERSE ANGLE:

as Bandit I flies over the fence and lands in the middle of

a MINOR LEAGUE BASEBALL GAME.

The Center Fielder is absolutely flabbergasted, as Kate

straightens out the Shelby Cobra and takes off across the

baseball field.

She roars over second base and does a 360° fishtail in the

middle of the pitchers mound. PLAYERS scatter in every

direction.

NEW ANGLE - MOVING

as Kate speeds past the dugout and a CHEERING CROWD, back to

an access road.

Up ahead. The highway. And safety.

INSIDE BANDIT I:

Kate looks over to Bandit, a huge grin on her face.

KATE:

Baseball needs a little pizzazz.

BACK ON THE HIGHWAY

The Funeral Procession finally passes and Clayton zooms across

the highway and onto the bumpy dirt path.

BACK ON THE DIRT PATH

Sheriff Clayton's car comes to a sliding halt in front of

the fence. He looks around for some sign of Bandit I. Nothing.

They've vanished.

CLAYTON:

(to himself)

This is beginning to piss me off.

The path is far too narrow to turn around, so as he begins

the arduous chore of driving in reverse down the long narrow

path, knocking off his remaining hub caps on the way, we:

CUT TO:

HIGHWAY SIGN:

reading Welcome to Mississippi. A black streak whizzes past.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

Kate still at the wheel. Bandit on the CB.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

-- Gimme a twenty, pardner.

CLEDUS (V.O.)

(from CB)

I'm at marker eight-five.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

Son-of-a-gun. Me too.

BANDIT II:

moving along the highway. Cledus looks out the sideview window

of the big eighteen-wheeler.

HIS VIEW - THROUGH SIDEVIEW MIRROR

Bandit I coming up to his back door.

BACK TO SCENE:

as Cledus signals with his arm and pulls the, rig off to the

side of the road.

The door opens and Cledus climbs down the metal steps of the

truck, followed by Fred. They both take a long, healthy

stretch, as Bandit I pulls to a stop behind them.

NEW ANGLE:

Bandit and Kate get out of the Cobra. Cledus is surprised to

see her. She immediately crosses to him and offers her hand.

KATE:

I'm Kate. You must be Cledus.

CLEDUS:

(shaking hands,

awkwardly)

Yes, ma'am.

KATE:

How's your twenty?

Cledus doesn't get it. Bandit laughs, unwraps the hamburger.

BANDIT:

Here you go, pal.

He holds the hamburger out for the dog, who wolfs it down in

one bite, then goes off to relieve himself.

Cledus takes Bandit by the arm and pulls him aside.

CLEDUS:

I thought you were dumping the chick

at the truck stop.

BANDIT:

I ran into complications.

CLEDUS:

I hate to say it...

BANDIT:

Then don't.

CLEDUS:

(rolling on)

-- But everytime we've ever messed

up, it's because your rhyme's over-

ruling your reason. I know you think

you're God's gift to waitresses,

but...

BANDIT:

(interupts)

Just don't worry about it.

(then)

How we doin' timewise?

CLEDUS:

Not good enough to be standing here

shooting the bull.

BANDIT:

(turns to leave)

We're gone.

CLEDUS:

Bandit?

Bandit turns to him.

CLEDUS:

(referring to Kate)

Nice ass.

Bandit grins, moves to the car.

BANDIT:

(whistles to Kate)

Let's hit it.

KATE:

(crossing to Bandit I)

Nice meeting you, Cledus. Keep on

truckin'.

Cledus smiles, as Bandit and Kate climb into the Cobra. Bandit

starts the engine and they're off.

Cledus pulls a crowbar out of the rig and begins hitting all

his tires. Checking them out. As he does this:

CLEDUS:

(calling)

Let's roll, Fred.

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