INT. THE DONUT DEPOT - DAY

Joe's the next person in line.  The guy in front of him turns around and it's Frank Taylor!  Frank holds the Pan Am flight bag.  He takes a handful of pills and washes them down with hot coffee.  He exits the shop.  Joe steps up and orders.

INT. STAKEOUT - DAY

Ted cautiously stands up and looks back through the telescope.  The blinds at Lon and Bill's are closed.  Ted tilts the telescope down and sees . . .

EXT. STREET - DAY

It's Frank Taylor and he's got the flight bag.  Frank rubs his neck and enters the back door of Lon and Bill's apartment building.

INT. STAKEOUT - DAY

Ted looks totally panicked.  He picks up the phone again and stops.

                                                                 TED
                                Wait.  Who am I calling?
                                                           (points at the radio)
                                Get a car here.

Ted hangs up the phone and picks up the microphone.

                                                                 TED
                                                           (into mike)
                                Anybody there?

Marty Popescu's voice comes through the speaker.

                                                                 MARTY (O.S.)
                                Who is this?

                                                                 TED
                                This is Ted.  Detective Lieutenant Walburn.
                                We just met.

                                                                 MARTY (O.S.)
                                Yeah, Ted.  What's up?  Where's Joe?

                                                                 TED
                                Uh, he's uh . . . out.  But, uh, this thing is happening
                                now.  A guy just went into the building holding a
                                flight bag.

                                                                 MARTY (O.S.)
                                Aw shit!  We'll meet you at the back door.

                                                                 TED
                                                           (into mike)
                                OK, right, I mean, Roger.  See ya there.

Just then Joe comes walking in holding cups of coffee and a bag of donuts.

                                                                 TED
                                This thing's happening now.  The guy showed
                                up with the drugs.

                                                                 JOE
                                Get out.

                                                                 TED
                                No.  Marty and what's-his-face are on their
                                way back.

Joe nods, sets down the coffee and donuts, reaches into his jacket and removes a Colt .45.

                                                                 JOE
                                What're you packing?

Ted opens his coat and pulls out his new .45.  Joe recognizes the weapon.

                                                                 JOE
                                That was Manuel Gonzalas'.45.  He was my
                                last partner.

                                                                 TED
                                What happened to him?

Joe takes the .45 from Ted.

                                                                 JOE
                                K.I.A.  Just like your last partner.

Joe pops out the clip of Ted's gun.  He looks at it and holds it out to Ted -- there are no bullets in it.

                                                                 JOE
                                Your popularity's not rising.

He tosses Ted the empty clip, then reaches into his pocket and hands him a handful of .45 bullets.

                                                                 JOE
                                The only smart thing you've done today
                                is to choose a .45.

Ted lowers his head and loads the clip.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

INT. APARTMENT HALLWAY - DAY

Frank walks up the ratty apartment hallway with the flight bag in his hand.  He looks at a scrap of paper in his hand, stops in front of an apartment door, takes a deep breath and knocks.  Bill's voice comes from behind the door.

                                                                 BILL (O.S.)
                                Who is it?

                                                                 FRANK
                                It's Frank Taylor.  We talked on the phone.

The door is opened by a cadaverously thin fellow wearing shorts.  He is BILL.  Bill sees the flight bag and motions Frank in.

INT. BILL & LON'S APARTMENT - DAY

Frank enters and meets LON, a big heavy guy, with long hair wearing green hospital scrubs.  The apartment is poorly lit, has tie-dyed material draped from the ceiling and macrame plant hangers.

                                                                 LON
                                So, you're friends with Vinnie, huh?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Well, actually, no.  He's friends with my
                                brother, Ivan.

                                                                 BILL
                                That's one point in your favor.

                                                                 FRANK
                                What does that mean?

                                                                 BILL
                                Nothing.

                                                                 LON
                                I remember Ivan.  Kind of bald and a real
                                nut?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Yeah, that's him.

                                                                 LON
                                What's he doing now?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Five to ten for armed robbery.

                                                                 LON
                                Oh . . .

                                Lon steps up to Frank and tries to take the
                                flight bag.  Frank is hesitant to give it up.

                                                                 FRANK
                                What about the money?

                                                                 LON
                                Let's just see if it's any good first.

                                                                 FRANK
                                It's completely pure.  China White.

                                                                 LON
                                Yeah, yeah, sure it is.
                                                           (he takes the bag)
                                Let's just make sure.

Lon opens a cupboard revealing test tubes, Bunsen burners, a triple-beam scale and other scientific equipment.  Lon takes a little spoonful of heroin out of the kilo and dumps it into a test tube full of solution.  He mixes it up and puts it over a flame.

                                                                 LON
                                The higher it goes, the better it is.

                                                                 FRANK
                                I know that.

                                                                 LON
                                                           (grinning)
                                'Course you do.

The solution in the test tube begins to bubble.  It goes up, higher and higher, until it reaches the top.  Bill and Lon are bug-eyed.

                                                                 LON
                                This shit is almost pure!

                                                                 FRANK
                                I told you so.

                                                                 LON
                                I'm sorry I doubted you.  Now, how much
                                do you want?

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (suspicious)
                                One hundred grand, you know that.

                                                                 LON
                                'Course we do.  But that's a little steep.  Once we
                                break it down and everything it won't be worth
                                much more than a hundred grand.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Don't shit me, man!  That's at least a million bucks
                                worth of smack -- maybe two million.  I want a hundred
                                grand and not a penny less.

Lon and Bill look at each other and shrug.

                                                                 LON
                                We haven't got a hundred grand.

Frank is beginning to look like a caged animal.  He looks from Bill to Lon, then back.

                                                                 FRANK
                                What do you mean?  The deal was all set.

                                                                 LON
                                What'sa matter?  Can't you hear?  We haven't
                                got that much cash.

                                                                 FRANK
                                But you knew I was coming and the smack is completely
                                pure, why don't you have it?

                                                                 LON
                                We couldn't raise it.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (infuriated)
                                Well, how much do you have?

Bill and Lon look at each other.  Lon reaches into the crack of his chair and pulls out a roll of bills.  He hands it to Frank.

                                                                 LON
                                Forty-five hundred.

Frank looks at the money.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (outraged)
                                Forty-five hundred?  I wouldn't take forty-five
                                thousand!

                                                                 LON
                                Then don't!  Where do you get off thinking you can
                                just walk in here and demand a hundred grand, anyway?

                                                                 BILL
                                Yeah.  We don't even know you.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Fuck you!  Fuck both of you!

There is a sharp knock at the door.

                                                                 JOE (O.S.)
                                Open up!  Police!

Frank's face twists into a an ugly knot.  He reaches into his coat.

                                                                 FRANK
                                You fuckwads!!  You set me up!!

Frank pulls out a .38 police special and points it at Bill.  Bill lifts his arm to block and Frank shoots him point-blank in the hand.  Bill screams in terrible pain as the bullet goes right through his hand and just misses his face.  Lon dives to the floor.  The door is kicked in and Brubaker, Ted, J.P. and Marty come bursting in.

                                                                 JOE
                                Freeze!  This is a bust!

Suddenly the door comes flying back, hitting Joe right in the face sending him back into J.P.  Frank is hiding behind the door.  As Frank dashes across the room toward the window he fires blindly behind himself.  Marty Popescu is hit twice in the chest and goes down.  Everyone else dives to the floor.

As Frank gets to the window he sees the flight bag left behind.  He has the forty-five hundred dollars in his hand.  Joe raises his pistol and has Frank in his sights.  Ted sits up directly between them blocking the shot.  Frank is out the window and gone before Ted has raised his gun.  Joe looks down at Marty who is bleeding profusely and dying.  Joe begins applying chest massage to keep him breathing.  He glances up at Ted with a furious expression.  Ted looks back in confusion.

                                                                 JOE
                                Get him!

Ted nods, jumps to his feet, dashes to the window and goes out.  Lon sits up.  J.P. turns his weapon on him.

                                                                 J.P.
                                Don't move a fuckin' muscle, fatboy!

                                Joe pushes on Marty's chest, blood oozing over his hands.

                                                                 JOE
                                Hang in there, pal.  Please, just hold on.  Help's
                                on the way.

EXT. THE BACK OF THE APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY

Frank comes down the fire escape stuffing the money in his pocket.  He looks up and sees Ted coming after him.  Frank fires a shot wildly.  The bullet slams into the brick wall a foot from Ted's face.  Brick shrapnel pelts him.  Frank jumps off the fire escape and runs as fast as he can down the alley.  Ted dashes down the stairs and into the alley.


EXT. ALLEY - DAY

Frank runs up the alley past garbage dumpsters and climbs right over Joe's car which is blocking the alley.  Ted stays right behind, his pistol in his hand.  He also goes right over Joe's car.  Frank gets to the end of the alley and finds a wooden fence blocking his way.  Frank throws himself at the fence and pulls himself over.  Ted raises his pistol.

                                                                 TED
                                Stop!

Frank is already over the fence.  Ted stomps his foot and keeps running.  He hops the fence and tears his jacket on the top.

EXT. BACKYARDS - DAY

Frank runs through several people's back yards.  He goes through lines of drying laundry and hops each of the fences.  Ted is right behind, ducking through the clothes and hopping the fences.  Frank gets to a high wooden fence.  He goes to climb it and a ferocious growling Pit Bull leaps at him.  Frank gasps and jumps back off the fence.  He turns right and high tails it up the walkway between the houses.

Ted is running fast, gets to the wooden fence and hops it.  Ted hits the ground and the snarling Pit Bull is three feet in front of him, ready to pounce.

                                                                 TED
                                Oh, fuck!

Ted turns and throws himself back at the fence.  The Pit Bull attacks.  It catches Ted's pant leg as he's halfway over.  Ted flops to the ground on the other side of the fence.  A chunk of his pant leg is bitten off and the sleeve of his suit coat is torn.  Ted gasps in relief.  He looks all around and sees Frank quickly retreating down the walkway.  Ted raises his pistol, aims and starts to shake.  He gulps grits his teeth, brings up his other hand to steady his aim and . . . It's too late.  Frank is long gone.

Suddenly there is the sound of someone coming through the bed sheets on the clothes line beside him.  Ted swings his pistol around and yells.

                                                                 TED
                                Freeze!

                                                                 JOE (O.S.)
                                Shoot me and I'll kill you little prick!

Ted lowers his gun.  Brubaker steps out from behind the sheets, his pistol out and ready.  Blood covers his hands and coat.

                                                                 JOE
                                Where's the creep?

Ted looks all around, then shrugs.

                                                                 TED
                                I lost him.

                                                                 JOE
                                                           (nodding)
                                Typical.

Ted tries to answer and Joe cuts him off.

                                                                 JOE
                                I know, I wouldn't understand.

Brubaker turns sharply and walks away.  Ted watches Joe disappear through the sheets on the clothesline.  Ted looks down at the pistol in his shaking hand.  He shuts his eyes and sighs forlornly.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

EXT. LOMPOC POLICE STATION - DAY

Ted comes walking up in front of the police station with his jacket over his arm.  Sweat stains his shirt.  Ted goes inside.

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Ted comes in and sees Pat at the desk.  Her makeup is smeared from crying.  She looks up.

                                                                 PAT
                                Where have you been?

                                                                 TED
                                I missed my ride.  I walked back.

                                                                 PAT
                                Marty Popescu's dead.

                                                                 TED
                                                           (sadly)
                                . . . I'm sorry.  Where's Brubaker?

                                                                 PAT
                                He's in the interrogation room with that fat drug
                                dealer.  I wouldn't bother him.  With any luck he
                                might kill the son of a bitch!

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

It is a small white room with no windows and two chairs.  Lon sits in a chair and Brubaker leans against the wall.  Brubaker just stares at Lon, not speaking.

                                                                 LON
                                I know my rights.  I want to call my lawyer.
                                You haven't read me my Miranda rights, you
                                haven't booked me, you have no reason to hold
                                me.  I'll be outta here in two hours.

                                                                 JOE
                                Marty Popescu was my best friend in this
                                stinking town.

                                                                 LON
                                Whose Marty Popescu?

                                                                 JOE
                                                           (frowning)
                                Who was Marty Popescu?  He was the cop
                                that got killed in your apartment an hour
                                ago.

                                                                 LON
                                I didn't kill him.  It was that psycho.

                                                                 JOE
                                Who is he?

                                                                 LON
                                I told you, his name is Frank Taylor and I
                                never met him before.

                                                                 JOE
                                                           (nodding)
                                That's what you said.  I'm looking for a little
                                more than that.

                                                                 LON
                                I have the right to remain silent.  I'm remaining
                                silent.

Brubaker nods.  He steps in front of Lon and kicks him as hard as he can in the shin.  Lon falls off the chair and howls.

                                                                 JOE
                                                           (intense)
                                If you don't start cooperating, motherucker,
                                you're gonna remain silent forever!

INT. POLICE STATION/MAIN OFFICE - DAY

Everyone in the police station hears Lon's howls.  Baduski steps over to an FM radio and turns up the volume, drowning Lon out.  Captain Uto pops his head out of his office.

                                                                 CAPTAIN
                                Is this a discotheque or a police station?
                                Turn that damn music down!

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY

Lon sits on the floor and Brubaker looms over him.

                                                                 JOE
                                Is your memory improving?  Where did Frank
                                Taylor say he was going?

                                                                 LON
                                He said he knew a guy named Vinnie Mancuso
                                in L.A.  But he'd only go there if he had drugs to
                                sell, which he doesn't.  As it is he might just climb
                                into a hole and never come out.

                                                                 JOE
                                Oh, he'll come out, all right.  He's already shot a
                                cop and he thinks you set him up.  He's got to try
                                to kill you, just for starters.  Think about that when
                                you get out of here in two hours.

                                                                 LON
                                                           (snotty)
                                Oh, thanks a lot.

Joe turns and leaves.

INT. MAIN OFFICE - DAY

Joe steps out of the interrogation room.  He walks over to Baduski's desk.

                                                                 JOE
                                Do me a favor, would ya, Chuck?  Book that
                                asshole and make sure to read him all of his
                                rights.

                                                                 BADUSKI
                                Never got around to that, huh?

Brubaker shakes his head.  He walks over to Ted's desk, behind Pat.  Ted has his jacket off and big sweat stains circle his armpits.  The Pam Am flight bag sits on the desk in front of him.  Brubaker turns to Pat.

                                                                 JOE
                                Could I have some report forms, please?

                                                                 PAT
                                Sure, Joe.

Pat hands him the forms.  Joe turns to Ted and drops the forms in his lap.

                                                                 JOE
                                Fill these out.

Joe turns back to Pat and she has turned away from him, her face in her hands.

                                                                 PAT
                                                           (sadly)
                                We were supposed to have dinner with
                                Marty and Tina tonight.

Joe's jaw muscle grinds.  There is deep pain in his eyes.  Joe puts his hands on Pat's shoulders and massages her neck.

                                                                 JOE
                                Anything coming down on the radio?

Pat coughs and rubs her eyes.


                                                                 PAT
                                There's some chatter on the marine band.  An
                                overturned boat in the harbor.  Coast Guard's
                                on the way.

                                                                 JOE
                                Thanks.  I think I'll go check it out, too.

Ted looks up.

                                                                 TED
                                What about me?

                                                                 JOE
                                What about you?

                                                                 TED
                                Shouldn't I go with you?

                                                                 JOE
                                Are the reports filled out yet?

                                                                 TED
                                No.

                                                                 JOE
                                Then I guess you shouldn't go with me.

Brubaker leaves.  Ted takes a report form and rolls it into the typewriter in front of him.  He looks over at Pat.

                                                                 TED
                                I don't think he likes me.

                                                                 PAT
                                I think you're right.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:
EXT. HARBOR - DAY

Joe's LTD drives down to the harbor.  Fishing boats and pleasure craft are docked at the pier.  Several white Coast Guard cutters are circling around an over-turned boat not far off-shore.  Joe gets out of the car and walks out on the pier.  An obnoxious-looking middle-aged FISHERMAN sits on a lawn chair at the edge of the pier picking his crooked teeth with a toothpick.  Joe approaches him.

                                                                 JOE
                                                           (points)
                                'Scuse me, you know anything about that overturned
                                boat?

                                                                 FISHERMAN
                                I might.

Joe pulls out his wallet and flashes his badge.

                                                                 JOE
                                Mind telling me about it?

                                                                 FISHERMAN
                                I don't like cops.

                                                                 JOE
                                Who gives a shit?  Talk.

                                                                 FISHERMAN
                                You're kinda pushy.

Joe puts his foot under the leg of the lawn chair and starts to tip it back toward the water.

                                                                 JOE
                                You aint seen nothin' yet.  In the mood for a swim?

The Fisherman tries to right himself, but Joe keeps him tilted.

                                                                 FISHERMAN
                                                           (pointing)
                                Uh, I seen a noisy old purple Cuda go by a few times.

Joe lets him down.

                                                                 FISHERMAN
                                You can't get away with that, you son of a bitch!
                                I'm gonna report you.

                                                                 JOE
                                Really?

                                                                 FISHERMAN
                                Yeah, really!


                                                                 JOE
                                                           (shrugs)
                                Well, if you're really gonna report me then you
                                may as well have a legitimate complaint.

Joe kicks the chair leg and flips the Fisherman into the water.  The Fisherman swims to the surface and treads water.  He is furious.

                                                                 FISHERMAN
                                What's your name?  You gotta tell me your
                                name.  I know the law.

                                                                 JOE
                                                           (oddly complaisant)
                                That's true.  I do have to tell you my name.  It's
                                Detective Lieutenant Theodore Walburn.  That's
                                W-A-L-B-U-R-N.

Brubaker walks away.

EXT. BEACH - DAY

Joe walks up the beach and passes an outcropping of rocks.  Joe looks closely down at the sand and sees something shiny.  Joe bends down for a closer look and sees that it is a bullet casing.  He takes a pen from his pocket and sticks it in the end of the shell and lifts it up.  It's a 30-30 shell.  He puts it in an envelope and keeps walking.

Joe arrives at another rock outcropping and climbs up on the rocks.  He hops from one rock to another out into the water.  The waves crash against the rocks spraying water in Joe's face.  He keeps going until something catches he eye between the rocks . . . It's a white, lifeless human hand sticking up out of the water at an unnatural angle.  Joe looks closer and sees little sand crabs feeding on it.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

EXT. LOMPOC MAIN STREET - DAY

Frank Taylor wears a long overcoat and stands next to a purple Barracuda on the main street of Lompoc.  Frank has a crazed expression and his eyes dart back and forth.  He crosses the street.

INT. JOE'S CAR - DAY

Joe gets into his car.  He has a soggy leather billfold in his hand.  He picks up the microphone of the police radio.  He keys the button on the mike.

                                                                 JOE
                                Pat, this is Joe.  Come back.

                                                                 PAT (O.S.)
                                Receiving, car five.  Please use proper radio language.
                                Over.

                                                                 JOE
                                Knock it off.  I found a dead body in the drink
                                at the harbor.

Joe opens the billfold and gently removes a wet passport.

                                                                 JOE
                                The stiff has a Columbian passport.  His name's
                                Carlos Saura.  S-A-U-R-A.  There's also merchant
                                seaman papers, but I can't read 'em 'cause they're in
                                Spanish.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

EXT. LOMPOC POLICE STATION - DAY

Frank steps up to the front door of the police station.  He stands for a moment looking warily around, takes several deep breaths then opens the door and goes in.

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Pat is talking on the radio to Joe.

                                                                 PAT
                                                           (into microphone)
                                Ted's right here.  I'll have him run a make
                                on the stiff.  Anything else he should know?

                                                                 JOE (O.S.)
                                Yeah.  Put him on.

Pat hands Ted the microphone.

                                                                 TED
                                                           (into microphone)
                                Go ahead.

Pat turns and sees Frank standing there in his long overcoat.

                                                                 PAT
                                Yes, may I help you?

                                                                 FRANK
                                I'd like to speak to one of the policemen involved
                                with a drug bust this morning.

                                                                 PAT
                                That would be Detective Walburn here.

She points to Ted who is listening to Joe on the radio and writing information down.  Frank sees the Pan Am flight bag sitting on Ted's desk.

                                                                 PAT
                                May I ask what this is in reference to?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Sure.  Something that was my personal property got
                                confiscated.  I'd like it back.

                                                                 PAT
                                I'm sorry, but anything that was confiscated during
                                a police action would be considered evidence.  Not
                                until a judge releases it could it possibly be given
                                back.

                                                                 FRANK
                                When would that be?

                                                                 PAT
                                I don't know, sir.  The court date hasn't been
                                scheduled yet.

Ted looks up from speaking into the microphone and sees Frank.  He immediately recognizes him and his eyes go wide.

                                                                 TED
                                Oh my God!

Frank shakes his head.

                                                                 FRANK
                                I can't wait that long.

Frank pulls his 30-30 Winchester from beneath his coat, sets it on the counter and shoots Pat in the chest.  Pat goes flying over backward in her chair.  Ted pulls out his pistol and just as he's raising it Frank shoots him right across the top of the head, parting his hair down the middle.  Ted drops to the floor like a sack of potatoes, the microphone in one hand, his pistol in the other.

Joe's voice comes through the radio.

                                                                 JOE (O.S.)
                                What the hell's going on?

Frank jumps over the counter and begins pumping off shots with the Winchester just like 'The Rifleman' from TV!  The range is so close that everyone he aims at he hits -- Baduski goes down and everyone else.  Spent shells fly through the air and bounce on the floor.

INT. INTERROGATION CELL - DAY

Lon sits in his cell listening to all the shooting.  He looks like a trapped rat and huddles in the corner.  A bullet comes through the wall and pelts Lon with plaster.

INT. MAIN OFFICE - DAY

Captain Uto is just turning the doorknob of his office.  His silhouette holding a pistol can be seen through the frosted glass.  Frank shoots him right through the window.  The glass shatters and the silhouette drops.

Frank steps through the smoke and writhing bodies and takes his flight bag back.  He looks inside, sees the kilo and grins.

Joe's voice is still coming through the radio.

                                                                 JOE (O.S.)
                                For God's sake what's going on?

Frank puts the rifle back under his coat, and with the flight bag in his hand, walks slowly out of the police station.

Ted uses every ounce of strength left in his body to raise his pistol and aim it at Frank's back.  Blood pours into his eyes obscuring his vision, then his strength leaves and he passes out cold.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

EXT. HARBOR - DAY

Joe sits in his car at the harbor.  He has a baffled uneasy expression on his face.  He speaks into the microphone.

                                                                 JOE
                                Base, came back. Base . . .

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Several wounded officers in the police station are moaning, but no one is moving.  Joe's uneasy voice keeps coming through the radio.

                                                                 JOE (O.S.)
                                Somebody answer me, Goddamnit!

Captain Uto's door swings'open.  Captain Uto comes crawling out of his office holding his stomach, blood pouring from between his fingers.  He crawls across the police station past Pat's inert body lying in a pool of blood and up to Ted's unmoving body, blood trickling from his head, his pistol in one hand, the microphone in the other.  Suddenly there is the sound of a car burning rubber.  Captain Uto looks out the front window and sees . . .

EXT. MAIN STREET - DAY

. . . Frank peel up the street in his purple Barracuda.

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Captain Uto wrenches the microphone out of Ted's hand.

                                                                 CAPTAIN
                                                           (into mike; painfully)
                                Joe? . . .

                                                                 JOE (O.S.)
                                Yeah, go on.

                                                                 CAPTAIN
                                . . . Some son of a bitch just came in here and shot
                                everyone in the police station.

INT. JOE'S CAR - DAY

Joe's eyes widen in horror as he listens.

                                                                 CAPTAIN (O.S.)
                                . . . He took the heroin in the Pan Am flight bag.  He
                                drove away in a purple 1970 Barracuda heading west
                                on Main...

INT. INTEROGATION CELL - DAY

Lon is listening to everything that's being said.

EXT. TWO-LANE HIGHWAY - DAY

A black and white police car sits on the side of the highway.  Two uniformed COPS sit in the car.  Suddenly the purple Barracuda comes speeding past at 75 mph.

                                                                 COP #1
                                                           (into mike)
                                Base, this is car one.  The purple Barracuda
                                just passed ' us on Route 101 heading south.
                                We are in pursuit.

The police car switches on its siren and flashers, pulls onto the road and pursues.

INT. BARRACUDA - DAY

Frank glances in his rearview mirror and sees the police car coming up behind him.  Frank punches it.  The speedometer climbs to 85, then 90 mph.

INT. POLICE CAR - DAY

The police car speeds up to 90 mph, too.  The cop in the passenger seat speaks into the microphone.

                                                                 COP #1
                                The Barracuda has California plate number F-H-A-
                                3-7-6.

INT. POLICE STATION - DAY

Captain Uto clutches his bleeding stomach and speaks into the microphone.

                                                                 CAPTAIN
                                                           (into mike)
                                Don't let this son of a bitch get away, Joe!  That's
                                an order!

Captain Uto drops the microphone, falls over and dies.

INT. JOE'S CAR - DAY

Joe has heard the order and has written down, "FHA 376."

                                                                 JOE
                                                           (into mike)
                                Yes, sir.

EXT. TWO-LANE HIGHWAY - DAY

The police car is closing the gap, coming up behind the Barracuda.  Suddenly Frank makes a hard right turn off the two-lane and onto a dirt road.  The police car hits its brakes and screams past the turn.  They back up and turn onto the dirt road.

EXT. DIRT ROAD - DAY

Frank is still going 90 mph and is kicking up a huge cloud of dust.  The police car is right behind, almost lost in the dust cloud.

INT. JOE'S CAR - DAY

Joe is driving slowly up the harbor road.  Cop #1's voice comes through the radio.

                                                                 COP #1 (O.S.)
                                'Cuda's turned west on Route six.

                                                                                                       CUT TO:

INT. BARRACUDA - DAY

Frank can hardly see the police car behind him in the rearview mirror due to the dust.  He glances back down through the windshield just in time to see a slow moving tractor blocking the road in front of him.  Frank swerves off the road onto the shoulder.  The right side of his car is just inches from a wooden fence.  He passes the tractor and swerves back onto the road.

INT. POLICE CAR - DAY

The police car is still in a dust cloud.  Suddenly the dust clears and there is the tractor.

                                                                 COP #2
                                Oh, shit!


The cop swerves hard off the road and goes right into the wooden fence.  The wooden fence posts snap and fly through the air one after another until the cop car is past the tractor and back on the road.

 

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