Smokey and the Bandit Page #4

BANDIT:

No one's ever done it before. This'll

put us on the map.

CLEDUS:

Or in the slammer.

BANDIT:

Did I tell you they're gonna give us

a brand new Kenworth?

CLEDUS:

(sitting up)

Waynette!

CUT TO:

OUTSIDE CLEDUS' HOUSE - DAY

Bandit sits inside the cab of the truck, nervously tapping

his foot and watching Cledus' kids play football on the front

lawn. The mutt keeps getting in their way.

Bandit hits the horn and an instant later, Cledus steps onto

the front porch, followed by Waynette. He's wearing a plaid

shirt, levis, a large engraved cowboy belt and a thermal

vest.

WAYNETTE:

(handing him a thermos)

This ain't fair. You're letting him

talk you into this.

CLEDUS:

(buttoning shirt)

I swear to God, pumpkin; I'll be

back before you know it.

(sly smile)

And then I'll make you glad you was

born a woman.

WAYNETTE:

Well, I just might not be waiting

this time.

Bandit toots again. Waynette gives him "the finger."

CLEDUS:

Honey, please... Don't be this way.

You know I'd do anything for you.

WAYNETTE:

Anything?

Cledus nods.

WAYNETTE:

Take Fred.

CUT TO:

GEORGIA HIGHWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

The eighteen-wheeler heading west, stacks open.

Over:

CLEDUS (V.O.)

Believe me, man; Fred'll be no

problem.

BANDIT (V.O.)

Yeah, I can tell he's gonna be a

major asset.

INSIDE THE CAB (DIALOGUE OVERLAPS)

Fred, the mutt, lays with his head slumped over Bandit's

leg. Cledus is at the wheel, wearing clip-on sunglasses.

BANDIT:

All right, Fred; enough fun.

Bandit picks Fred up and dumps him onto the sleeper

compartment behind the seats. Then, starts going over a road

map.

CLEDUS:

You know of course, we ain't ever

gonna make it.

BANDIT:

(not looking up)

Quit being so negative, guy; 'course

we're gonna make it. We ain't never

not made it, have we?

CLEDUS:

No.

BANDIT:

See.

CLEDUS:

Our asses gonna be in a sling if we

get caught.

BANDIT:

(looking up, straight

to him)

And if we don't, they're gonna be

riding high in a brand new Kenworth.

As "Truck Driving Man" by Red Steagall starts over, Cledus

looks at Bandit, sighs -- then punches it.

DISSOLVE THRU TO:

A SERIES OF LAP DISSOLVES - THE EIGHTEEN-WHEELER

roaring down the highway. Music continues, as slowly day

becomes night and the truck whizzes across the Alabama and

Mississippi State Lines.

DISSOLVE THRU TO:

THE HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The rig is parked on the shoulder under a highway light.

Bandit and Cledus stand by the side of the truck, as Fred

wanders aimlessly around the grassy knoll off the shoulder.

BANDIT:

(snapping his fingers

impatiently)

How long's this gonna take?

CLEDUS:

I don't know, man. Ask him?

BANDIT:

(nervously)

We gotta let the slack out, Cledus;

this is costing us time.

CLEDUS:

If you ask me, I think we should

make that run to Choo Choo Town and

pick up that load of lumber. Nice.

Easy. And within the law.

BANDIT:

Also boring.

CLEDUS:

But I still don't think...

Bandit walks away from Cledus in mid-sentence, heading for

the rear of the truck.

CLEDUS:

What are you doin' now?

BANDIT:

(starting to open

rear doors)

Running blocker.

CUT TO:

THE BACK DOORS OF THE TRUCK

As Bandit swings them open, Cledus adjusts one of two ramps

that have now been mounted on the rear of the truck's floor.

As Cledus kicks the ramp into place, Bandit climbs into the

back of the trailer and disappears.

After a moment, there is a deafening roar and suddenly, two

headlights are GLARING straight at camera.

NEW ANGLE:

A beat and slowly, a full-blown SHELBY COBRA II appears from

inside the truck. As it moves slowly down the ramp, we see

it has twelve coats of black lacquer, red pinstriping,

aluminum mags, twelve-inch Firestones, the works. A mean

machine.

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