Smokey and the Bandit Page #19

DISSOLVE THRU TO:

A SERIES OF LAP DISSOLVES

Bandit I running blocker for Bandit II. Hauling ass. OVER

this:

A POLICE CALL:

(thick Mississippi

drawl)

All units, be on the look out for a

black 1976 Shelby Cobra, Georgia

license...

And as the voice FADES, we:

DISSOLVE TO:

MISSISSIPPI HIGHWAY - DAY

Later. Bandit I and II. Rolling.

Over:

BANDIT (V.O.)

Bandit two, I gotta make a quick pit

stop.

CLEDUS (V.O.)

Now what?

BANDIT (V.O.)

We're outta motion lotion.

CLEDUS (V.O.)

I'll keep streaking. Pick me up.

Bandit I takes an off ramp, as Bandit II continues sailing

down the highway.

UNION 76 STATION

off the main highway. Bandit I pulls up to one of several

islands in the large station. Trucks are gassing up at various

pumps.

BANDIT I:

Kate climbs out.

KATE:

Save my seat.

She starts toward the Ladies Room as a young BLACK ATTENDANT

struts up to Bandit I.

ATTENDANT:

Say, Cobra:
what's your pleasure?

BANDIT:

Fill it.

ATTENDANT:

Check the hood, my man?

Bandit shakes his head "no."

ATTENDANT:

Aw right. This is a clean machine.

Yeah, I was thinking 'bout getting

me one of these myself. But I figure

I'm conspicuous enough to the police

as it is, so why encourage them more,

if you know what I mean.

BANDIT:

Yeah, I know what you mean.

The Attendant starts pumping Supreme. Bandit leans back in

the seat. Closes his eyes.

Suddenly, from his CB.

A VOICE:

(over CB)

Bandit, do you read me? Over.

Bandit snaps his eyes open. Who the hell is this? He grabs

his mike.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

This is Bandit. Who we got on that

end?

INTERCUT - SHERIFF CLAYTON - TIGHT

The Texas Sheriff looks tired -- obsessed.

CLAYTON:

(into mike)

Just the man who's gonna see you

driven to your knees! Sheriff Buell

Clayton from Texas.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

Not that I don't have any respect

for the law, but what's your problem,

man?

CLAYTON:

(into mike)

You.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

Yeah, well I kinda figured that.

CLAYTON:

(into mike)

You know, you may think you're gonna

get away, but I promise you, everytime

you turn around, I'll be there,

breathing down your neck.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

Well, if your breath is as sweet as

your personality, I got a lot to

look forward to. Adios.

Bandit hangs up the mike, as Kate comes back sipping an orange

soda. She hops into the front seat, as the Attendant struts

back over.

NEW ANGLE:

as camera begins to slowly PULL AWAY from Bandit I.

ATTENDANT:

(to Bandit)

That'll be eight-seventy two.

Bandit hands him a bill.

ATTENDANT:

-- Outta ten.

Camera has now PULLED BACK enough to see:

SHERIFF CLAYTON'S CAR

parked on the other side of the gas station. The car's front

end has been lifted high into the air by a hydraulic jack

and ANOTHER ATTENDANT is changing a tire and replacing a

broken headlight.

Clayton sits in the battered Sheriff's car, having no idea

Bandit I is in the very same station.

FULL SHOT - THE GAS STATION

as Bandit gets his change from the ATTENDANT.

ATTENDANT:

(to Bandit)

Have a smooth one, Cobra.

Bandit nods, throws the Cobra into gear, takes off.

RUNNING ANGLE:

as Bandit I sails right past the Texas Sheriff's car.

CLOSE - CLAYTON

His head whips around, when he sees Bandit I roar out of the

station back back onto the highway. He's absolutely stunned.

BACK TO SCENE:

Clayton starts his engine and stomps on it... totally

forgetting his front end is up on jacks. Clayton's car takes

off on its rear wheels, sails halfway across the gas station,

and slams head-on into a BRAND NEW CONTINENTAL.

As the Continental sails across the islands:

CLOSE - ON CLAYTON

Watching in horror. Then, trying to compose himself.

CLAYTON:

(muttering to himself)

It's all right. It's not your car.

You're doing fine. Just keep going.

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