INT. RAY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Frank and Ray enter Ray's apartment.  It's a real rat-hole.  Ray picks up a Bud tall-boy off the table and takes a slug.

                                                                 RAY
                                I bet I know what you could use.  A cold one.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Sure.

                                                                 RAY
                                Here.

Ray hands him the beer he's drinking.  Frank takes it and sets it down on the table.  Ray sits down at the table.

Frank goes to the window and looks out at his car.

EXT. RAY'S BUILDING - DAY

Frank sees his car, which is fine, however a street gang is hanging out on top of it.

INT. RAY'S APARTMENT - DAY

Frank steps away from the window.

                                                                 FRANK
                                I hope my car's okay.  The last time I left it in this
                                neighborhood my hood ornament got stolen.

                                                                 RAY
                                Why do you care about that piece of shit?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Hey!  Watch it!  It's a sixty-four.  It's a classic.

                                                                 RAY
                                Hold on a second.

Ray goes over to a cabinet, opens it and reveals literally hundreds of car hood ornaments of all descriptions.  He picks one out and tosses it to Frank.

                                                                 RAY
                                '64 Chevy Impala.  There you go.

Frank is surprised and puts it in his pocket.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Thanks.  Now let's get down to business.

Ray takes out two envelopes full of money and tosses one to Frank.

                                                                 RAY
                                Here.

Frank opens the envelope and looks at the money.  Fifty one hundred dollar bills.  Frank smiles.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (To himself)
                                Finally.

                                                                 RAY
                                As soon as I get a chance, I'm gonna have this
                                place carpeted.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Why don't you move?

                                                                 RAY
                                Why don't you get a new car?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Why don't you shut up.  Now, what the hell are
                                we doing here?

Frank removes the instructions from his envelope.  Ray sits down at the table and follows suit.

They each look at a thick pile of papers, diagrams and schedules.

                                                                 FRANK
                                This guy is prepared.

Ray puts the papers aside.

                                                                 RAY
                                So, uh, I heard you used to be a boxer.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Where did you hear that?

                                                                 RAY
                                From Mickey.  He said you were a great fighter, that
                                they called you "Pig Iron" Ryan.

Shaking his head.

                                                                 FRANK
                                "Iron Fists" Ryan and I don't like to talk about that.

                                                                 RAY
                                I've thought about going into boxing.  Nothing serious,
                                though.

                                                                 FRANK
                                You should take it serious, you've got, a great combination.

                                                                 RAY
                                You really think so?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Hell yes.  You should check out the Powerhouse Gym.

                                                                 RAY
                                Is that where you used to train?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Oh yeah.  Five times a week I'd be down there,
                                working with the weights, sparring, gettin' my balance.
                                Then I started movin' up the ranks.  I fought Gonzalas
                                in '75, knocked him out in four rounds.  I fought Locreccio
                                in '76, he went down in two, then O'Neil in '78...

Frank expression suddenly changes.

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (Interested)
                                Yeah, yeah.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Flatly)
                                I don't like to talk about it.  Let's go over these plans.

Frank takes a big swig of his beer and it's warm, possibly closer to hot.  Frank swallows and winces.

Ray winks at him.

                                                                 RAY
                                How about another cold one?

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. RURAL HIGHWAY - DAY

Frank's Impala drives up a rural stretch of highway.


INT. FRANK'S CAR - DAY

Frank drives and Ray sits in the passenger seat.  The maps and diagrams lay on the seat between them.

                                                                 RAY
                                I'm telling you, man, we should take my truck.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Are you kiddin' me?  This is a four hundred four
                                barrel.  Zero to sixty in four seconds.

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (Skeptical)
                                Sure.  Let's see you do it.

Frank looks like he's getting angry.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Fine.

Frank pulls out into the passing lane and floors it.

EXT. RURAL HIGHWAY - DAY

Frank's car begins building speed.  At the same time black smoke starts to billow out of the tail pipe.

INT. FRANK'S CAR - DAY

Ray is looking even more skeptical as the car's engine begins making strange noises.

In a moment the red oil light goes on and the car starts to shimmy and slow down.  Ray glances at the speedometer.

                                                                 RAY
                                Well, at least you made it to sixty.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Angry)
                                Keep making comments like that and you're not
                                gonna make twenty-five.

                                                                 RAY
                                We'll take my truck, okay?

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Hesitant)
                                Well... All right, but I drive.

                                                                 RAY
                                Like hell you will.  The only one that drives my
                                truck is me.

Frank shakes his head and sighs.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Exasperated)
                                ...Fine.

                                                                 RAY
                                Why do you like this car, anyway?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Sentimental reasons.

                                                                 RAY
                                The first time you ever got laid was in this
                                heap, right?

                                                                 FRANK
                                I don't want to talk about it.

                                                                 RAY
                                The girls must love you.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Hey, who got laid in this car?  Me or you?

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (Grinning)
                                I knew it.

Frank sees the detour up ahead and points.

                                                                 FRANK
                                There's the detour.

EXT. THE DEERFIELD DETOUR - DAY

There is a detour set up at the Deerfield exit.  Flashing lights and sawhorses veer cars off of the highway and onto a smaller road.

Frank's car is veered off onto the smaller road.

EXT. SMALLER ROAD - DAY

Frank's car drives up the road.  They pass an abandoned gas station and see a little dirt road that goes behind a billboard.  They turn off onto the dirt road.

EXT. DIRT ROAD BEHIND BILLBOARD - DAY

Frank's car stops.  It is hidden behind the billboard.

INT. FRANK'S CAR - DAY

Frank and Ray look at the plans and diagrams.

                                                                 FRANK
                                This is a stupid plan.  How're we supposed to
                                get the armored car to stop?

                                                                 RAY
                                I think he wants us to shoot out the tires with a
                                high-powered rifle.

                                                                 FRANK
                                I don't think that's a good idea.  I don't think we
                                should be going into this thing with weapons.

                                                                 RAY
                                Why not?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Because it might be the difference between five
                                years in jail or twenty years.

                                                                 RAY
                                Are you planning to get caught?

                                                                 FRANK
                                No, but a professional takes all contingencies into
                                consideration.

Frank thinks for a second.

                                                                 FRANK
                                I've got a plan that I think might work.

                                                                 RAY
                                You think it'll work, or you know it'll work?

                                                                 FRANK
                                I don't think, I know.

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (To himself)
                                I don't think you know, either.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE 1ST INTERNATIONAL BANK OF N.Y. - LOADING DOCK - DUSK

At the loading dock, behind the bank, an armored car sits with it's back doors open.  Guards with shotguns stand around watching as, two other guards come out of the bank with sacks of money and load them into the armored car.

Leonard Woodward watches apprehensively.  He nervously lights a cigarette.  Charles Campbell stands beside him and notices the cigarette.

                                                                 CAMPBELL
                                I thought you quit smoking?

                                                                 WOODWARD
                                Quitting is a sign of weakness.

                                                                 CAMPBELL
                                No, smoking is a sign of weakness.

                                                                 WOODWARD
                                                           (Uninterested)
                                Whatever.

One of the guards mistakenly drops a sack of money.  When it hits the ground it opens and several packets of money drop out.

Woodward gasps.

                                                                 WOODWARD
                                Be careful with that, you idiot!

The guard picks up the packets of money and returns them to the sack.

                                                                 GUARD #1
                                I'm sorry, Mr. Woodward.

The sack goes into the armored car.  The back doors are shut and locked.

Leonard Woodward wipes the perspiration from his brow and breathes a sigh of relief.

                                                                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE DEERFIELD DETOUR - NIGHT

On Interstate 26 there is a detour set up at the Deerfield exit.  Flashing lights on sawhorses veer the cars off the Interstate and through the small rural town of Deerfield.

EXT. ABANDONED ROAD BEHIND BILLBOARD - NIGHT

Ray and Frank sit in Ray's truck wearing orange jump suits and smoking cigarettes.

To their left is the Interstate and to their right is an abandoned gas station.  They watch as an occasional car is detoured off the main highway and down the road in front of them.

Frank looks at his watch and sees that it is 9:00.

Frank points his finger at the road.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Now.

At that moment the armored car with "FIRST INTERNATIONAL BANK OF NEW YORK" on its side veers off the Interstate and onto the exit.  Frank turns to Ray.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Ready?

                                                                 RAY
                                Yeah.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Got the stockings?

                                                                 RAY
                                Uh-huh.

Ray reaches into a bag and takes out two packages of stockings.  Frank rips his open and sees...

                                                                 FRANK
                                These are panty-hose.

                                                                 RAY
                                So?

Frank shrugs and puts the panty-hose on his head.  His face is flattened and looks ridiculous.  The two legs form rabbit ears.  Ray looks at him and starts to laugh.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Shut up.

Ray and Frank jump out of the truck.  Frank disappears around back.

Ray puts on an orange hardhat, picks up a sawhorse with a flashing arrow on it and walks out into the middle of the road.

Ray sets up the sawhorse so that the armored car, which is approaching, is veered off the road onto the abandoned strip of road running up to the deserted gas station.

As the armored car nears the new detour Ray waves them over.  The armored car does just as it's told, turning onto the rutted road.

Once the armored car has passed, Ray picks up the sawhorse, tosses it in the back of the truck.  He quickly puts the panty-hose over his head and runs up the abandoned road.

INT. ARMORED CAR - NIGHT

The driver begins bouncing up and down as he drives over the ruts.

The guard in the back slides open the little slot between them.

                                                                 GUARD
                                Where the hell are we?

                                                                 DRIVER
                                It's this screwed up detour they told us about.

                                                                 GUARD
                                Well, slow down will ya, you're bouncing the shit
                                outta me.

Suddenly someone runs into the road in front of them and the armored car runs them over.

                                                                 DRIVER
                                Oh, shit!

He slams on the brakes and the armored car skids to a halt.

                                                                 GUARD
                                What's going on?

                                                                 DRIVER
                                                           (Panicked)
                                I just hit somebody.

EXT. ARMORED CAR - NIGHT

The driver gets out of the cab.  He goes around to the front of the truck and sees someone pinned under his wheel, horribly contorted.

As he gets closer he sees that the contorted figure under the wheels looks strikingly like Richard Nixon!

                                                                 DRIVER
                                                           (Shocked)
                                Oh my God, I've killed Richard Nixon!

INT. ARMORED CAR - NIGHT

The Guard in the back, a pump shotgun in his hand, is in a panic.

                                                                 GUARD
                                                           (Agitated)
                                What's goin' on?  What's happening?

In the slot in the side of the armored car the Driver's face appears and the Guard sees him.

                                                                 DRIVER (O.S.)
                                I think I just killed a guy.

                                                                 GUARD
                                Jesus Christ!

The Guard quickly unlocks the back door, opens it and there's Ray waiting with his fist pulled all the way back.  Ray wallops him with a haymaker and knocks the Guard out.

EXT. ARMORED CAR - NIGHT

Frank is holding the unconscious Driver up to the slot in the side of the armored car.  He drops his body beside a life-size dummy with a rubber Richard Nixon mask on.

INT. ARMORED CAR - NIGHT

Ray and Frank climb into the back of the armored car and begin unloading the bags of money.  Ray pulls one of the bags open and sees big stacks of bills.

                                                                 RAY
                                Far out!

                                                                 FRANK
                                Will you get a move on, we'll have plenty of
                                time to look at it later.

The two guards begin to moan.

They load the bags of money into the cab of the pickup and drive away.

INT. RAY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Ray hauls up the road and Frank counts the money.  He counts twenty packets of ten thousand dollars in each of the ten bags.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Amazed)
                                There's two million bucks here!

                                                                 RAY
                                Are you kiddin' me?

                                                                 FRANK
                                No.  Two million bucks!

                                                                 RAY
                                Tits!  What a haul!

They both begin to hoot and holler wildly.

EXT. TRAFFIC JAM - NIGHT

The truck arrives at a line of cars waiting to get off the detour and onto the freeway.  They stop at the end of the line and also wait.

Behind them a pair of headlights approaches.

Neither Ray nor Frank notices as the headlights behind them get closer and we see that it is the armored car.

The two guards are rubbing their aching heads when they suddenly realize who is in front of them.

                                                                 RAY
                                Man, I'd like to see the look on those guard's
                                faces when they wake up.

Ray glances in the rearview mirror.  He sees the armored car pull up behind them.  The angry Guard points at him.

                                                                 RAY
                                Oh, shit!  It's them!

Ray slams the stick shift into gear and floors it.  The armored car goes after them.

EXT. ROAD BESIDE THE WOODS - NIGHT

The truck drives off the edge of the road and beside the woods, kicking up huge clumps of dirt with its big knobby tires.

They pass all of the cars sitting and waiting to get on the highway, then turns into the thick of the woods.

The armored car follows.

EXT WITHIN THE WOODS - NIGHT

Ray's truck blasts through the woods at a fast pace.

It becomes quickly apparent that armored cars were never meant to go four-wheeling.  It bounces up and down, almost out of control.

The Guard fires his shotgun at the pickup truck, but he is bouncing so much that he can't take aim and instead blows branches off of the tops of trees.

It's very rough going for both vehicles and the armored car begins gaining on Ray and Frank.

Ray sees this in the rearview mirror and turns to Frank.

                                                                 RAY
                                Get out in the back of the truck and throw
                                anything you can at them to slow 'em down.

Frank looks out the window at the trees and branches quickly rushing past.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Alarmed)
                                Out there?  Are you crazy?

                                                                 RAY
                                Just do it.

Frank opens the door and sees the ground zooming past.  He crawls out onto the side of the truck and into the back.

Frank begins picking up boxes and throwing them at the armored car.  Nothing seems to have much effect, so Frank throws a huge knobby spare tire at them, which dents the grill, but bounces off.

Ray sees this and winces.

Just then a large tree branch cracks Frank in the back of the head, knocking him on his face in the back of the truck.  He gets back to his feet and crawls back along the side of the truck into the cab.

INT. RAY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Ray yells at him.

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (Pained)
                                That was my new Goodyear radial!  It cost two-
                                hundred bucks!  I could just kill you!

At which point Ray begins driving right toward a big rock.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Alarmed)
                                Are you crazy?  I'll buy you a new tire!

Ray continues to drive right at the rock.  Frank starts to holler.

The pickup truck has high enough clearance and goes right over the rock.

The armored car does not have anywhere near that kind of clearance and crashes right into the rock.  The back tires of the armored car buck into the air, then smash down.  It's totaled.

INT. RAY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Ray and Frank both look back at the destruction and scream with happiness.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Oh, man, I thought you were gonna kill us.

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (With pride)
                                Thirty-six inch clearance.  Why do you think I stole
                                this thing.

                                                                 FRANK
                                That was some pretty fancy footwork back there.

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (Shrugs)
                                I've gotten myself outta worse.


EXT. A SMALL GRASSY BLUFF - NIGHT

Ray's truck climbs up the bluff and they are back on the Interstate.  Ray kicks it to the floor, burns rubber and they're gone.

INT. RAY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Ray points up ahead.

                                                                 RAY
                                The drop-off is coming up on the right.  Just
                                past the train tracks:

Ray turns off at the exit and begins slowing down.  Frank shakes his head.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Wait a minute, we're gonna go give this two
                                million bucks away?  After what we just went
                                through to get it?

                                                                 RAY
                                Sure, what else are we supposed to do?

                                                                 FRANK
                                Keep it!  We stole it, it's ours!

                                                                 RAY
                                Look, it's probably mob money, or something.
                                They're probably watching us now.

Frank waves his hand at the dark deserted road.

                                                                 FRANK
                                You see anybody?  And if it was the mob, what
                                did they hire us for?  I think we would be real
                                assholes to give this money back.

                                                                 RAY
                                You're gonna get us killed.  We gotta give it
                                back.

EXT. TRAIN TRACKS - NIGHT

They arrive at some train tracks just as the bell is ringing, the gate has gone down and a train comes past.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Getting pissed)
                                I don't give a shit what you want!  You're nothin'
                                but a stupid little punk anyway!

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (Pissed)
                                Oh, yeah?  Well you're nothin' but an old washed-
                                up, half-ass boxer!

                                                                 FRANK
                                You're makin' me real mad, kid!

                                                                 RAY
                                Big deal!  What're you gonna do about it?  You
                                don't even fight anymore!

They both glare at each other.  The veins in Frank's temples throb.

                                                                 FRANK
                                I'm takin' my cut.  You can do whatever you
                                want with your half.

                                                                 RAY
                                You're fuckin' me over, man!

                                                                 FRANK
                                Who gives a shit about you!

Frank opens the sack and takes out a packet of money.  He flips through it and his eyes widen in horror.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Horrified)
                                This money is fake!

                                                                 RAY
                                What!?

Frank holds the packet up to Ray's face.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Cut newspaper.

Frank looks closer at the real-looking top and bottom bills that sandwich the cut newspaper.

                                                                 FRANK
                                Counterfeit.

                                                                 RAY
                                What the hell's goin' on?

When the caboose of the train passes it reveals eight police cars with their flashers and spotlights shining.  A multitude of cops have weapons aimed at them.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Horrified)
                                Holy-

                                                                 RAY
                                -Shit!


                                                                 FRANK
                                This is a set up!

Ray slams it in gear, puts the pedal to metal and makes a hard right turn up the dirt road next to the train tracks.  He sprays a rooster-tail of dirt and rocks and tries to catch up with the train.

The eight police cars hit their sirens, cross the railroad tracks, make a left on the dirt road and give chase.

EXT. ROAD NEXT TO RAILROAD TRACKS - NIGHT

Ray has the truck at about 85-mph and begins to catch up with the caboose of the train.  He goes from 85- to 100-mph, comes around a curve and up ahead the road ends at a cement wall.

Ray's and Frank's eyes widen in terror as Ray jerks the wheel and drives up onto the tracks.

INT. RAY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Frank and Ray are having the living shit shaken out of them.

The ashtray pops out and lands on the floor.  The glove box drops open and everything falls out.

                                                                 RAY
                                                           (Yelling)
                                This is really bad for the suspension.

Frank turns and sees all the police cars following.

Ray sees the road reappear next to the railroad tracks.  He swerves off the tracks and back onto the road.

EXT. ROAD NEXT TO RAILROAD TRACKS - NIGHT

Ray floors it and catches up with the train.  He passes the boxcars one by one.

The police are still in close pursuit.

In the distance ahead is a large suspension bridge and a river.

Ray and Frank are neck and neck with the front end of the train.

The river is coming up fast.

Frank puts his hands in front of his terrified face.

The cops are right behind.

At the last possible second Ray jerks the steering wheel hard to the left and passes the train with only inches to spare.

Ray's truck crosses the train tracks onto the main road.

The train reaches the bridge.

The police cars all have to slam on their brakes before plummeting into the river twenty feet below.  Miraculously seven of the police cars stop in time.

The eighth police car, however, smashes into the other police cars causing a chain reaction.  The first police car is sent sliding down the dirt embankment into the river.

EXT. MAIN ROAD - NIGHT

Ray's truck drives quickly up the road.  The sacks of bogus money come flying out the window.  When the sacks hit the pavement they burst open.

Cut rectangles of newspaper blow across the road.

INT. RAY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Ray is really hauling ass.  Frank is looking out the back window.

                                                                 FRANK
                                If we can just make it back to the city, we're
                                sure to lose them.

Ray is passing every car in their way.  Several cars honk at them.

                                                                 RAY
                                My wheels are out of alignment.

Ray's visor drops in front of his face.  He pushes it out of the way and it drops again.

                                                                 RAY
                                Oh, man!

Suddenly the glove box door falls off.  Ray notices this.

                                                                 RAY
                                Shit!

                                                                 FRANK
                                We've got to find out who set us up.

                                                                 RAY
                                Hell yes.

Ray pushes the button to wash the muddy windshield and solvent sprays out, then the windshield wipers go on and the driver's side wiper blade flies off, leaving two sharp pieces of metal scratching the glass.

                                                                 RAY
And whoever it is gonna pay for this truck!


EXT. MANHATTAN - NIGHT

Ray drives off the George Washington Bridge into Manhattan.  There are thousands of cars and people.  Ray slows down and they are lost in the throng.

INT. RAY'S TRUCK - NIGHT

Frank turns to Ray.

                                                                 FRANK
                                                           (Intense)
                                Let's go see Mickey.  He better have some
                                answers, too.

Ray looks in the rearview mirror and sees a police car behind them.

                                                                 RAY
                                We've got company.

Ray looks all around, but there is nowhere to go.  They are stuck in traffic.

                                                                 RAY
                                We're trapped like rats.

Suddenly the police car's flasher and siren go on.

Ray and Frank both begin to panic.

The police car pulls up beside them.  Ray begins to edge over to the curb.

The police car continues past them and pulls over the car in front of them.

Frank and Ray breathe a deep sigh of relief.

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