The Italian Job Page #16

INT. CHARLIE'S MINI (MOVING) -DAY

It's a rush cruising down the tunnel. Taking the Blue Line.

Leading the pack. But they' re not home free yet.

EXT. 101 FREEWAY -DAY

Rush hour gridlock — no problem. The Ferrari's 12 cylinder

massive 210bph engine bellows as it hits 120 m.p.h. in the

breakdown lane.

A Highway Patrol car starts chasing after it, siren wailing.

INT. FERRARI (HAULING ASS) -DAY

Merging onto the 110 South, Steve sees the patrol car in hot

pursuit.

He shifts into sixth and suddenly this car is a rocket

blasting off, doing a 1/4 mile in 1.3 seconds, leaving the

patrol car far behind. At the same time —

INT. SAFE HOUSE -GARAGE

Mashkov and the other heavily armed Ukrainians climb into a

SUV. The garage door opens and the vehicle charges out of

there. And at the same time —

INT. METRO RAIL TUNNEL

The three Minis speed by UNDERNEATH OUR CAMERA in streaks of

red, white, and blue.

INT. CHARLIE'S MINI (MOVING)

He spots the proverbial daylight at the end of the tunnel.

EXT. FLOWER & PICO -DAY

Where the Blue Line rises up to ground level. The Minis

thunder into the daylight, past the above ground platform,

just as two motorcycles come flying around the corner after

them.

Picture this:
two guards on each motorcycle with each man

seated behind the driver holding AK-47s in each hand, giving

them the appearance of having submachine guns growing out of

their shoulders.

Fingers go flat against the AK-47s triggers. Blowing SHOT

after SHOT at the Minis. BAM-BAM-BAM.

INT. CHARLIE'S MINI

In the teeth of gunfire. Bullets explode through the back

window in a cacophony of CRASHING GLASS. A shot wings his

door. POP! Into headset:

CHARLIE:

Split up!

EXT. FLOWER & PICO

They head off in different directions through congested

downtown rush hour traffic.

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

One motorcycle takes off after Charlie's Mini. The other

goes after Handsome Rob's Mini. So Stella's free and clear

except that Steve's Ferrari is barreling down Pico and coming

after her.

INT. LAPD HELICOPTER (FLYING)

An LAPD PILOT swoops in, barking out instructions to police

cars converging on the scene.

EXT. CHARLIE'S MINI

Turning onto Exposition, the motorcycle in pursuit, the

chopper overhead.

His red Mini jumps a curve, now on a wide sidewalk,

accelerating full throttle for the horizon while pedestrians

flatten themselves against a high-rise in fear.

INT. CHARLIE'S MINI

He sees someone give him the finger. Mutters:

CHARLIE:

If you don't like how I'm driving, get

off the damn sidewalk.

Meanwhile:
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INT. HANDSOME ROB'S MINI

He's got the other motorcycle on his tail, RELENTLESS GUNFIRE

dogging his every move.

He shifts smooth as silk, squeezing between a car he's

passing and an oncoming car in the other lane. Half-Ear is

trying his best to remain calm but Jesus, that was close.

Suddenly, Handsome Rob veers off the road and WHAM. He takes

down a chain link fence and is now in the parking lot of the:

EXT. CONVENTION CENTER .

His white Mini catapults across the asphalt, the motorcycle

still right behind.

INT. HANDSOME ROB'S MINI

Up ahead, he eyes the open door entrance to the Convention

Center. Stomps the gas.

HALF-EAR

What are you doing?

(CONTINUED)

CONTINUED:

The turbine howls.

HALF-EAR (CONT'D)

What — are — you — doing?

EXT. CONVENTION CENTER

The Mini squeezes through the doorway and into the —

INT. CONVENTION CENTER

It's the STAR TREK GRAND SLAM 2002 convention in full swing.

' Display tables are lined up in the cavernous hall and the

Mini snakes through the maze and the Trekkies as —

The motorcycle follows right behind and the chase is really

on now.

THUDA THUD THUDA, the Mini's wheels climb a flight of steps.

Waves of people flee the path of the little car and —

THUD, THUDA, THUD, the motorcycle follows right behind.

The Mini zips down the wide Concourse Hall — travels

underneath banners of Star Trek characters that hang from the

ceiling — the motorcycle keeps up, tires tearing into the

carpeting.

INT. HANDSOME ROB'S MINI

He shifts, swerves, avoiding people, obstacles.

HALF-EAR

Go that way!

Handsome Rob turns, taking them down the —

WEST HALL:

that stretches out toward the Staples Center.

WHIZ. The Mini goes by. WHIZ. The motorcycle goes by.,

Then —

The Mini steamrolls through the exit doors an'd -

EXT. CONVENTION CENTER/STAPLES CENTER

It bounds down outdoor steps and ramps onto the outside

entrance to the Staples Center, fitting snugly between cement

pillars that are designed to keep regular-sized cars out.

INT. STAPLES CENTER -DAY

The Mini bulldozes through glass doors. Across the lobby.

Down an aisle that leads right to —

CENTER COURT:

where OUR L.A. LAKERS are in the midst of practice. The

Minis do look like matchbox cars next to these towering

players.

The car's tires leave a streak of rubber on the parquet

floor. The team clears a path. The car is off the court

before they know it.

But now the players see the motorcycle coming down the aisle.

See the guns. See security guards running after it.

KOBE BRYANT picks up a basketball.

The motorcycle charges across center court.

Kobe aims...hurls the ball. It RAMS into the motorcycle's

handlebars. The bike spins out of control and into a nasty

fall, spitting off the riders while —

EXT. STAPLES CENTER

The Mini crashes out the opposite side of the arena and

glides right through the L.A. Sports Arch of Fame before

escaping onto Figueroa. Meanwhile:

EXT. SOUTH ALAMEDA -DAY

The Ferrari is eating up the pavement as it hounds after

Stella. Two police cars are roaring after them both.

INT. STELLA'S MINI

She slaps the gears into action, maneuvers tight turns around

the cars in her path, just like she does at home with Jack

Daniels.

EXT. SOUTH ALAMEDA

A cop car tries to pass the same car as the Ferrari but

smashes into an oncoming vehicle. As it spins like a

corkscrew —

EXT. FERRARI

The rear tires spin smoke and it launches like a missile

after the Mini.

INT. STELLA'S MINI

She keeps flooring it...the gauge rising...the customized

engine screaming...

But the Ferrari, like an unstoppable force, hangs menacingly

in her rearview mirror.

I/E FERRARI

Steve RAMS into the rear bumper of the blue Mini. The bumper

tears off, rolls across the pavement. The Ferrari is about

to make another charge.

INT. STELLA'S MINI

She yanks the wheel left to avoid the hit. Suddenly finds

herself in the path of an ARROWHEAD WATER TRUCK. She yanks

the wheel right to avoid a collision.

INT. ARROWHEAD WATER TRUCK

The truck driver hits the brakes, over compensating as he

turns away from the Mini and —

EXT. SOUTH ALAMEDA

The truck falls over onto its side, sending those big jugs

all over the .road, water exploding into the air and —

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