
The Italian Job Page #18
To John.
Clink.
INT. CAR CARRIER -NIGHT
OUR CAMERA MOVES past the three Minis parked inside...
And STOPS at the last car in the carrier — the Jeep
Wrangler. Its rear hatch rises and Steve creeps out. Looks
around. It's safe.
He walks over to Stella's Mini. Pops open the trunk
REVEALING a silver Haliburton suitcase. He unzips the case.
It's filled with stacks and stacks of gold bricks, the exotic
face of a Balinese girl on each one.
Steve pulls out a brick, embraces it. He knows his gold.
These bricks are real.
But as he has a moment with his gold, BEHIND HIM, the trunks
of the other two Minis RISE in unison.
Then Mashkov RISES out of the trunk of the white Mini.
Another Ukrainian RISES out of the trunk of the blue Mini.
Four more Ukrainians slide out from underneath the Minis.
They cock their M-lls.
CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK CLICK.
Steve hears the sound from behind him. He turns around to
see the weapons pointed at him.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUEDONTINUED:
MASHKOV:
Take out your gun and drop it on the
floor.
Steve has no choice.
STEVE:
Who are you?
MASHKOV:
You knew my cousin. Yevhen.
STEVE:
I never knew anyone named Yevhen.
MASHKOV:
Get in the trunk. Not that trunk, this
one. That gold is for us. A gift from
some old friends of yours. They said to
tell you that they didn't mind sharing
the box of Cracker Jack, as long as you
didn't get any. Not even the toy.
surprise.
The Ukrainians force Steve into the trunk of the white Mini.
And for the first time, he's scared. Looking up at Mashkov,
he begs.
STEVE:
Please. Don't shoot me. Please...
MASHKOV:
Don't worry. That wasn't the deal. I'm
not going to shoot you.
STEVE:
Thank you. Thank God.
MASHKOV:
(to the others)
He really thought I was going to shoot
him.
The Ukrainians laugh. Steve tries to laugh.
MASHKOV (CONT'D)
No. No. I'm not going to shoot you.
I'm going to hack off your limbs and bury
And with that, he closes the trunk. THUD. Like the lid of a
coffin. And for Steve, the world falls into BLACKNESS.
INT. FIRST CLASS CAR -SAME TIME
Underneath the crew's seats, we see the other two silver
Haliburton suitcases filled with the rest of the gold. We
BOOM UP to our five thieves. . .
CHARLIE:
New IDs.
Handsome Rob passes out new fake driver' s licenses for when
they arrive in New Orleans.
LYLE:
(re:
his fake license)Simon Quackenbush? Could I — just once
— have a cool name?
HALF-EAR
(also complaining)
250_pounds?
They're interrupted by the RING of Charlie's phone. He
answers.
CHARLIE:
Did you get what you wanted?
INT. CAR CARRIER -INTERCUT
Mashkov is on the other end of the line.
MASHKOV:
I'm happy.
During this, Lyle types commands into his laptop that is
connected to a phone jack in the car.
CHARLIE:
It was good doing business with you.
Lyle hits a final command and —
A signal box receives the command and —
EXT. CAR CARRIER -SAME TIME
The coupler between the car carrier and the rest of the train
is electronically disengaged.
This causes the train to separate from the car carrier. The
train speeds on without it at 100 miles per hour.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUED:
The car carrier slowly comes to a stop in the middle of
nowhere.
CUT TO:
The Dining Car features crisp white linens and extended
windows for scenic dining. Lyle walks over to a table where
Karen is waiting for him. She looks resplendent.
LYLE:
Is this seat taken?
KAREN:
It is now.
He sits. And as OUR CAMERA HOLDS ON Lyle, ready to embark on
a new life, we —
CUT TO:
It fills THE SCREEN. And beneath a photograph of Lyle
himself, we read the headline:
WILL THE REAL NAPSTER PLEASE STAND UP
How The Laptop Fugitive Pulled It Off
CUT TO:
And as OUR CAMERA FINDS Half-Ear, checking out the books in
the library, feeling like the wealthy man he is, we •—
CUT TO:
THE COVER OF PHILADELPHIA CITY COLLEGE'S ALUMNI NEWS
And beneath a graduation photo of Half-Ear in his cap and
gown, we read the headline:
"HE WAS ONE OF MZ BEST STUDENTS"
Professor Relives Memories of Erudite Fugitive
CUT TO:
INT. LOUNGE CAR -NIGHT
And as OUR CAMERA FINDS Handsome Rob, who's already caught
the eye of a woman at the bar, we —
CUT TO:
THE COVER OF THE ADELPHIA CABLE INSIDER NEWSLETTER
And beneath a .photo of Becky the cable chick, we read the
headline:
"HE TOOK THE SHIRT OFF MX BACK AND I'D GIVE IT TO HIM AGAIN!"
Feds Say Technician Admits to Encounter With ' Handsome' Thief
CUT TO:
Charlie and Stella drink from glasses of champagne.
CHARLIE:
. We did it.
STELLA:
We sure did.
CHARLIE:
There's something I've been meaning to
ask you, Stella. But I've just been so
busy lately, what with the explosion, car
chase, Ukrainians and all.
STELLA:
It has been a hectic day.
CHARLIE:
It's about that thing you said to me back
in Philadelphia.
STELLA:
That thing?
CHARLIE:
You said that you can"t have a
relationship with a pickpocket, gold
robber, or any kind of thief.
STELLA:
Oh... That thing.
(CONTINUED)
CONTINUEDONTINUED:
CHARLIE:
Do you still believe that?
STELLA:
Yeah. I do.
CHARLIE:
Well I was wondering... What about a
retired pickpocket, gold robber, thief?
STELLA:
Now that's an entirely different
.question.
And as an enigmatic smile settles across her face, we —
CUT TO:
THE COVER OF CONDE MAST TRAVEL MAGAZINE
And beneath a photo of sunbathers on a glorious beach, we
read the headline:
LIVING THE GOOD LIFE ON THE PINK SANDS OF BEBMUDA
And OUR VIEW SLOWLY PUSHES IN CLOSER ON the magazine cover...
CLOSER on the line of sunbathers. ..PANNING ACROSS their faces
__and you'd never notice unless you were really, really,
looking for them. ..is it them?. . . CLOSER on the pixels... and
yes, it sure is...Charlie & Stella in lounge chairs, living
the good life.
FADE OUT.
The end.
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