Smokey and the Bandit Page #6

BANDIT:

Let's keep it that way.

Bandit grabs a crowbar from Bandit I and we:

CUT TO:

INSIDE THE WAREHOUSE

Pitch black. A beat, then a loud smash o.s. and the door

slides open, sending a stream of light across the warehouse

floor.

Bandit and Cledus step inside. Bandit crosses to the light

switch and hits it. Suddenly the entire room is bathed in

flourescent. We see the warehouse is filled with cases upon

cases of Coors Beer.

CLEDUS:

(whistles low)

Liquid gold.

BANDIT:

(nods)

Redneck heaven.

They cross back to the large sliding door and as Bandit pushes

it open, Cledus jumps into the truck's cab and begins backing

the big rig up to the loading dock.

CUT TO:

THE WAREHOUSE - A FEW MINUTES LATER

The rig's doors are open and ready for loading. Cledus and

Bandit cross to a brand new fork-lift.

CLEDUS:

You know how to drive one of these

things?

BANDIT:

Can a pig whistle?

Bandit climbs into the seat of the fork-lift and turns the

key. The engine roars to life. He grins and confidently throws

it into gear. The fork-lift leaps backward and begins speeding

wildly around the warehouse.

CLEDUS:

(yelling)

Hit the brakes!

BANDIT:

They're jammed!

RUNNING ANGLE - FOLLOWING THE FORK-LIFT

as it smashes into stacks of Coors cases, sending them flying

in every direction and tossing Bandit out of the seat -- and

into the air.

NEW ANGLE:

as Bandit crashes to the ground, surrounded by cases of beer.

He looks up to Cledus.

BANDIT:

So much for whistling pigs.

CUT TO:

INSIDE THE WAREHOUSE - TWENTY MINUTES LATER

Bandit II is now almost filled with cases of Coors, as Cledus

guides the fork-lift's final load onto the loading dock. He

and Bandit unload the final cases and Cledus parks the fork-

lift.

They look around. The place is a wreck.

BANDIT:

Let's get the hell outta here.

CLEDUS:

Shouldn't we pay 'em for the damages?

BANDIT:

(snaps his fingers)

Right. Give me your pen. We'll tell

'em to bill Kyle.

As Bandit pulls out a piece of paper and Cledus hands him a

pen, we:

DISSOLVE TO:

THE TEXARKANA CITY LIMITS SIGN - MORNING

as again, two blurs flash past camera, moving south. Bandit

I and Bandit II -- heading home.

DISSOLVE TO:

ARKANSAS HIGHWAY - HIGH SHOT

It's now mid-morning, as Camera follows Bandit I and II

rolling through hog country.

OVER:

BANDIT:

(over CB)

We still on schedule?

CLEDUS:

(over CB)

Forty-two minutes ahead.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING (DIALOGUE OVERLAPS)

Bandit holding the CB mike.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

I hate to say I told you so.

CLEDUS:

(into mike)

Save it. We got a long haul.

BANDIT:

(into mike)

Clear and rolling.

He hangs up the mike, then sees something ahead of him he

can't believe.

WHAT HE SEES:

Standing in the middle of the highway is a GIRL in a wedding

gown. Off to the side, on the shoulder, is a customized Camaro

with a "Just Married" sign on the back and strings of tin

cans, shoes and streamers. The hood of the Camaro is up.

BACK TO SCENE:

as Bandit eases off the accelerator and starts to move around

the Girl.

But the Girl moves with him, waving and blocking his path.

Bandit's forced to pull off the road and stop. The Girl rushes

up to the Cobra and opens the door.

GIRL:

(climbing in)

Thanks.

BANDIT:

(it was nothing)

Hey...

The Girl slams the door and turns to Bandit. She's tall and

sophisticated. A hyper New Yorker in her late twenties. KATE

McCONNELL.

FULL SHOT:

as Bandit I pulls away in a cloud of dust and squealing tires,

a beat-up VAN passes, going the other way.

THREE SHITKICKER KIDS are riding in the Van. They watch Bandit

leaving the abandoned "Just Married" car and brake to turn

around. Bandit and Kate don't notice.

INSIDE BANDIT I - DAY - MOVING

picking up speed.

BANDIT:

(after a beat)

Who's the unlucky guy?

Kate takes off her veil and shakes down her hair. She's a

beauty. Bandit immediately notices, but keeps driving. She

starts talking a mile-a-minute.

KATE:

Okay. I was in Texas dancing in an

industrial show for Sunkist Oranges.

They say I'm the new Anita Bryant.

But I'm really a dancer from New

York. A lot of credits. Moderate

talent.

(rolling on)

Anyway, after opening night, I was

walking back to the motor lodge and

suddenly there he was. A tall Texan

with a twenty-nine inch waist. Pure

dynamite.

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