Thelma and Louise Page #16
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- 2015
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Louise sees the lights in the rearview mirror. LOUISE'S POV
OF THE SPEEDOMETER at 100 mph. Thelma is asleep.
LOUISE:
Sh*t! Thelma, wake up! Sh*t! We're
gettin' pulled over!
Thelma jumps awake.
THELMA:
What! What! Oh sh*t! Oh no!
They are trying not to panic. They are slowing down, but
still doing 70 mph. The patrol car is right behind them.
THELMA:
What do we do? What do you want to
do?!
LOUISE:
I don't know! Sh*t! Let's just
play it by ear. He may not know.
He may just give me a ticket.
THELMA:
Please, God, please don't let us get
caught. Please, please, please...
Louise pulls the car off the road. The patrol car pulls up
right behind them. The lights shine brightly in through the
windows.
EXT. SIDE OF DESERT HIGHWAY - DAY
PATROLMAN (O.S.)
Turn off your engine.
Louise does. The PATROLMAN gets out of his car and approaches
their car. He comes to the driver's side window. It is
rolled up.
PATROLMAN'S POV OF LOUISE smiling up at him. He gestures to
her to roll her window down. She does.
LOUISE:
Hello, Officer. Is there a problem?
PATROLMAN:
You wanna let me see your license,
please?
Louise fumbles in her purse for her wallet, opens it and
shows her license.
PATROLMAN:
You wanna take it out of your wallet,
please?
LOUISE:
Oh yeah.
She does and hands it to him.
THELMA:
I told you to slow down. Hell,
Officer, I told her to slow down.
LOUISE:
About how fast was I going?
PATROLMAN:
About a hundred and ten. You wanna
step out of the car, please?
They walk to the back of the car. He notes the license plate
number.
PATROLMAN:
Is this your car?
LOUISE:
Yes.
PATROLMAN:
You wanna come with me, please?
Walk around and get in the car,
please.
LOUISE:
In the back?
PATROLMAN:
Front.
LOUISE:
Am I in trouble?
PATROLMAN:
As far as I'm concerned, yes, ma'am,
you are.
Patrolman gets in the driver's side. He picks up a clipboard
and clips Louise's driver's license to it. He picks up the
hand mike for the radio and, as he does, a hand with a gun
comes in his car window. It's Thelma and she puts the gun
to his head.
THELMA:
Officer, I am so sorry about this.
Could you let go of that?
He drops it.
THELMA:
I really, really apologize, but please
put your hands on the steering wheel.
See, if you get on that radio, you're
gonna find out that we're wanted in
two states and probably considered
armed and dangerous, at least I am,
then our whole plan would be shot to
hell. Louise, take his gun.
Louise reaches over and takes his gun.
LOUISE:
(apologetic)
THELMA:
I swear, before yesterday, neither
one of us would have ever pulled a
stunt like this. But if you ever
met my husband, you'd know why I
just can... You wanna step out of
the car, please?
(she opens the door
for him)
You wanna put your hands on your
head, please? Louise, shoot the
radio.
LOUISE:
What?
THELMA:
Shoot the radio!
Louise SHOOTS the car radio. The cop flinches with each
shot.
THELMA:
The police radio, Louise! Jesus!
Louise fires TWO SHOTS into the police radio. It BLASTS all
to hell.
THELMA:
You wanna step to the back of the
car, please. Louise, bring the keys.
Louise reaches over and takes the keys. She takes her license
off the clipboard. She gets out and trots around to the
back of the car.
Thelma is holding the gun on the Patrolman. Suddenly Thelma
FIRES the gun, blowing two holes into the trunk cover.
THELMA:
(to Louise)
Open the trunk.
Louise opens the trunk.
THELMA:
(to Patrolman)
You wanna step into the trunk, please?
PATROLMAN:
Ma'am, please... I got kids... a
wife...
THELMA:
You do? Well, you're lucky. You be
sweet to 'em. Especially your wife.
My husband wasn't sweet to me and
look how I turned out. Now go on,
get in there.
As he's climbing into the trunk, Thelma explains to Louise:
THELMA:
Air holes.
He's all the way in and Louise closes the trunk.
Thelma opens the glove compartment. She takes a box of spare
ammo and closes it. Thelma takes the keys and gets out of
the car. She walks around to the trunk.
THELMA:
(to trunk)
Sorry!
LOUISE:
(from her car)
Sorry!
Thelma hops into the car with Louise. They look at each
other.
LOUISE:
Ready?
THELMA:
Hit it.
Louise pulls the car back onto the road and they drive away.
INT. CAR - DAY
THELMA:
(shaking her head)
I know it's crazy, Louise, but I
just feel like I've got a knack for
this sh*t.
LOUISE:
I believe you.
EXT. CAR - MONTAGE DRIVING SHOTS - DAY
They are in really beautiful country now.
THELMA (V.O.)
Drive like hell.
INT. THELMA'S KITCHEN - MORNING
Hal and Max are alone in the kitchen. Hal switches on the
Mr. Coffee.
MAX:
It's just not working like this. We
gotta do something. It'd be one
thing if these girls were hardened
criminals, but Jesus, Hal, this is
makin' us look bad. I don't know...
maybe they're not movin'. Maybe
HAL:
He's got nothin' to gain by lyin'.
Nothin' at all. He already got all
their money. I just don't know what
we're dealin' with here. Anyway, it
Nationwide Teletype. Let's just
wait it out a little longer. She
said she was gonna call back. Let's
just sit tight.
MAX:
We don't have a whole lotta choice,
do we? I can't figure out if they're
real smart or just really, really
lucky.
HAL:
It don't matter. Brains will only
get you so far and luck always runs
out.
A cop walks into the kitchen and hands Hal a file that says
Louise Elizabeth Sawyer on the outside. He opens it up and
starts looking through a personal history. One piece of
paper is a case file from Texas containing an incident report
of a rape. Stamped across it are the words "charges dropped."
INT. CAR - DAY
THELMA:
Louise... are we still going to
Mexico?
LOUISE:
Yes.
Thelma pauses while she searches for the logic.
THELMA:
Then aren't we going in the wrong
direction?
LOUISE:
Well, I figure if you take a state
policeman, shoot up his car, take
his gun and lock him in the trunk,
it's best to just get on out of the
state if you can.
THELMA:
Just asking.
They are both quiet for a second. Louise goes a little
faster.
Thelma is digging through her bag. She hands Louise a piece
of beef jerky.
LOUISE:
I don't want to see any more beef
jerky. I mean the next beef jerky
you hand me is going out the window.
It's drivin' me crazy. The whole
car smells like it.
THELMA:
It's good. It's what the pioneers
ate.
LOUISE:
I don't care what the damn pioneers
ate. You just keep that sh*t away
from me, now I mean it.
Thelma puts down her bag.
LOUISE:
And I don't want any more Wild Turkey,
either. It's burning a hole in my
stomach.
THELMA:
Okay, okay... I've got some tequila.
You want some tequila?
LOUISE:
You do?
THELMA:
Yeah, you want it?
LOUISE:
Yeah.
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