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DORR:
I gather there was a premature
detonation--
GAWAIN:
They can sew that sh*t back on, jack!
Like that guy his wife cut his dick
off! Just sewed that motherf***er
back on!
PANCAKE:
Of course. Simplest thing in the
world. Microsurgery--
GAWAIN:
Saw that motherf***er in a porno!
Thing still works!
Pancake is pale from loss of blood and his pontifications
lack full conviction:
PANCAKE:
Oh yes, they have remarkable abilities
in the, uh...
Quiet.
The two women sit in the idling car, looking at the house.
From the house there is very muted bellowing.
Still looking toward the house, Mrs. Munson offers a word of
explanation to her friend:
MRS. MUNSON
They using the house to practice
music a the rococo.
ROSALIE:
Mmmm-hm.
INT. MUNSON HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
The cat, with a human finger in its mouth, sidles cautiously
to one side, warily eying someone.
VOICES (O.S.)
Get him!
The General, pluming cigarette in his mouth, tensed arms
extended outwards, sidles cautiously to cut him off.
DORR:
I propose that we get our fallen
comrade to the hospital, and the
General shall follow when he manages
PANCAKE:
I don't know what all the fuss is
about.
The cat jumps.
The two women looking.
The front door of the house opens. Lump, the Professor, and
Gawain emerge, escorting Pancake. Just before Gawain finishes
closing the door the cat slips out.
MRS. MUNSON
PICKLES!
The door is yanked fully open and the General races out after
the cat.
MRS. MUNSON
The cat races across the lawn and, with no break in stride,
up his favorite tree.
The General follows and, also without breaking stride,
clambers up the tree after it.
Tree limbs shake with activity hidden by the leaves. We hear
the hiss of the cat.
The men are bundling Pancake into the hearse. Dorr calls to
DORR:
The house is perfectly in order, but
we need medical attention for Mr.
Pancake who, during the disturbance,
pinched his finger in a valve of the
sackbutt.
The cat leaps out of the tree and runs away down the road.
MRS. MUNSON
You let the cat out!
The General leaps out of the tree to land catlike on the
street, arms tensed, casts a look both ways, and then pursues
the animal down the road. We hear the retreating padding
footsteps of all six feet.
DORR:
The General is even now exercising
mischievous little pet. Please go,
go and enjoy your concert, and we
shall see you later in the evening.
Au revoir, mes dames!
EXT. MISSISSIPPI RIVER - NIGHT
A new day. The garbage scow chugs down the mighty Mississippi.
It toots its horn.
INT. MUNSON HOUSE - CELLAR - NIGHT
It shows the underground complex and, stretching towards it
in a line drawn with a blunt pencil, is the tunnel. It is
now almost to the vault.
A violin bow enters to tap at the line.
DORR (O.S.)
Despite our little setback we find
ourselves on schedule to penetrate
the vault...
The bow taps at the vault outline.
DORR:
...here, this afternoon, having
successfully blasted that little ol'
rock to pieces during Miz Munson's
choir practice.
The violin bow withdraws.
DORR:
...Clark, perhaps you can run us
through the game plan for what remains
of our tunnelin'.
A bandaged hand enters frame and a finger-stump points at
the end of the penciled line.
PANCAKE (O.S.)
Of course. Why, it's child's play
now, easiest thing in the world.
Only a couple of feet separate us
from the vault...
WIDER:
The men are clustered around the map, spread out on the
sackbutt case in the cellar. Clark continues:
PANCAKE:
...Just the usual spadework until we
hit the masonry of the vault, and
then we drill through.
DORR:
And will you be able to wield the
drill with your maimed extremity?
PANCAKE:
Oh, I should think so, it's only one
finger. Inhibits me in doing finer
work, of course. I'll always have to
live with that... Ahem. Maybe, and
I'm just thinking out loud here,
maybe since, as you say, it will
present problems later...
DORR:
Yes, Clark?
PANCAKE:
Well, maybe -- and this is something
I've talked over with Mountain Girl,
and she agrees with me, so it's not
just one person's opinion -- maybe I
should get a little extra compensation
for the accident.
A long, stony silence.
PANCAKE:
...Somewhat larger share. Why, if
this were any other line of work I'd
be getting workmen's comp, wouldn't
I? Might even have a pretty good
lawsuit.
GAWAIN:
You gonna sue yaself for blowin' off
your finger?
PANCAKE:
Well that is simply asinine--
DORR:
Yes but you see, Clark, this is not
what you just called "some other
line of work."
PANCAKE:
But if it were--
DORR:
This is a criminal enterprise, not
to put too fine a point on it,
entailin' all manner a risks not
involved in honest labor. Governmental
regulations an' civic safeguards
antisocial pursuits.
LUMP:
Yeah, but he lost his finger.
GAWAIN:
We don't give a sh*t! Man can blow
his own dick off, don't make no
nevermind to us! We don't gotta pay
the man for goin' around blowin' off
body parts! Getcha head outcha ass,
man!
PANCAKE:
Look, you--
DORR:
I think that in this instance Gawain
has a very excellent point. I--
GENERAL:
No extra share!
All stop and stare at the General.
Clark grumbles:
PANCAKE:
Well, okay, majority rules, like I
say, it was just a trial balloon.
Hand's not so bad really, I even get
some phantom feeling.
GAWAIN:
You pull on your prick you get phantom
feeling. Greedy motherfuck.
DORR:
Now that that matter is settled, let
us synchronize our watches before
Gawain reports to work. In... twenty
seconds... it will be twelve-sixteen
exactly... fifteen...
PANCAKE:
It will be twelve-fifteen?
DORR:
No, in fifteen seconds -- now eleven
seconds -- it will be twelve-
sixteen... eight...
LUMP:
Professor?
DORR:
Six... five -- yes, Lump?
LUMP:
I don't have a watch.
EXT. CASINO - DAY
It is the weathered doorway to the main entrance of the Lady
Luck. A hand enters to rap.
ELRON (O.S.)
Yeah?
GAWAIN:
Me, dickwad.
A low, chesty chuckle. The door swings open and Gawain enters.
INT. CASINO - DAY
RUMBLING WHEELS ON NUBBY FLOOR
A garbage bin is being wheeled across the empty casino floor.
WIDER:
Gawain is wheeling it. He is approaching the tunnel to the
corporate annex.
As they roll down the tunnel.
INT. CHURCH - DAY
Loud singing at the cut. We are looking at Mrs. Munson in
the middle of the choir, holding forth in song.
INT. CASINO - SERVICE HALL - DAY
Gawain leans back against the wall next to the vault door,
arms folded across his chest. Faintly, from inside the vault,
we hear the whine of a power tool. Gawain leans over and
punches the button on boom box that hangs from the rolling
garbage bin. The hallway pulses with "I Left My Wallet In El
Segundo."
INT. CHURCH - DAY
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