Running Time


                                                                  CARL
                                All right, fine.  How about the fuckin' Seaholm
                                game when you totally crapped out on me, the
                                team, and the whole damn school?  Huh?  You
                                left me hangin' out in the breeze pickin' my nose
                                a dozen times 'cause you wanted to screw that
                                moron halfback's sister.  What about that?  Didja
                                even get his sister in the sack?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (abashed)
                                Well, no.

                                                                 CARL
                                So do me a fuckin' favor and stop with that "trust
                                me" horseshit, okay?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (shocked)
                                Jesus!  You've changed.

                                                                 CARL
                                Yeah, I'm ten years older.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (pokes his own chest)
                                Well so am I.

                                                                 CARL
                                Yeah, but you didn't get any smarter.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (frankly)
                                You got all these problems with me, what am I
                                doin' here?  Answer me that?
                                                           (it's an excellent question,
                                                           one that Carl hasn't got an
                                                           answer for)
                                It's 'cause I'm your best friend, remember?

                                                                 CARL
                                No, it's 'cause you owe me one.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Fine.  Then let's just get it done and get outta here.

                                                                 CARL
                                Fine.

                                                                 BUZZ
                                                           (looks up)
                                I got the first tumbler.  Two more to go.

                                                                 CARL
                                You gonna get two tumblers in twelve minutes?

                                                                 BUZZ
                                Maybe, but just.  It would be a far, far better
                                thing if you two would stop arguing about twenty
                                year old high school football games and figure
                                out a way to buy us some time.

Buzz goes back to his business.  Patrick aims his pistol at Mr. Mueller.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Why don't we get this fat fuck to open it?  He's
                                gotta know the combination.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (shakes his head)
                                Except he doesn't.

Mr. Mueller looks closer at Carl.

                                                                 MR. MUELLER
                                How do you know?  Who are you?

Carl aims his pistol at Mr. Mueller's head.

                                                                 CARL
                                Don't push your luck, fatso!  I'm having a rough
                                day.  Eleven minutes.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                There'll only be two guards with the Warden, right?
                                We can take 'em.

Carl looks at Patrick in amazement.

                                                                 CARL
                                What do you mean?  Kill 'em?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Sure.  Why not?  Fuck it!


                                                                 CARL
                                And the Warden?  And these people, too?
                                                           (Patrick shrugs; the people
                                                           in question don't look like
                                                           they like the idea much)
                                Don't be stupid.

Now Patrick gets furious.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Oh, now I'm stupid, too, huh?

                                                                 CARL
                                And you're pissin' me off .

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Well, I got news for you, buster!  I'm not stupid!
                                You think you're so fuckin' smart, huh?  Who just
                                did ten years in the slammer?  Me or you?

                                                                 CARL
                                Yeah, with your gun.

Patrick looks at Carl squarely.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                You got ten years -- with my gun -- and I walked.
                                So, who's the stupid one, huh?

Carl can't believe it.

                                                                 CARL
                                Hey!  I could've ratted on you anytime, but I didn't.


                                                                 PATRICK
                                I know, and I appreciate it.  That's what a friend
                                does for a friend.  But I don't like bein' called
                                stupid, okay?  Not by you or anybody.  Besides, I'm
                                not stupid; I'm smart!

Carl looks at his watch and paces.


                                                                 CARL
                                                           (tense)
                                Ten minutes!  Fuck!
                                                           (to Patrick)
                                You're smart?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Yeah, I am.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (laughs harder)
                                You failed every fuckin' class.  You were in remedial
                                everything.  You flunked gym!

                                                                 PATRICK
                                That's not what I'm talkin' about.

                                                                 CARL
                                Well, what are you talkin' about then?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (points at his head)
                                Street smarts.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (nods)
                                All right then, Mr. Smartguy, what do we do
                                now?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                We should've blown the fuckin' safe, that's what
                                we should've done.

                                                                 CARL
                                Meaning, you haven't got an idea to save your life.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                And what about you?

Carl looks around the office in desperation, then looks at his watch and shakes his head wearily.  Carl is beginning to really feel the pressure.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                I say, let's take 'em when they get here.  Simple.

Carl ignores Patrick, his brow furrowed, deep in concentration.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                You listening to me?

Carl finally spots the Rolodex on Mr. Mueller's desk.

                                                                 CARL
                                We ain't takin' anybody.

Carl grabs the Rolodex, flips through the pages, then shoves it into Mr. Mueller's face, followed by the barrel of the .38 and the telephone receiver.

                                                                 CARL
                                Call the Warden and stall him.

                                                                 MR. MUELLER
                                                           (skeptical)
                                I'm sure he's already on his way here.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (intense)
                                Call him in his car!  Ask him to stop and pick
                                you up something.  A pack of cigarettes.

                                                                 MR. MUELLER
                                                           (harumphs)
                                I don't smoke.

Carl cocks the pistol, jams it up Mr. Mueller's nose, shoving the telephone to his ear.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (very intense)
                                You cocksucker, think of something!  Be convincing.
                                I'm getting desperate, understand?

                                                                 MR. MUELLER
                                                           (nods)
                                Yeah.
                                                           (Mr. Mueller dials the phone
                                                           and it rings . . . And rings . . .
                                                           And rings . . . Then is
                                                           answered)
                                Hello, Emmett?  Yeah, it's Joe.  Uh . . . I don't sup-
                                pose you could stop and pick me up some ice cream,
                                could you?  Double chocolate?  Yeah, there's a 7-11
                                on the way.

Carl suddenly looks highly suspicious.  He glances at Mr. Mueller's desk and sees the can of Slim-Fast diet milkshake.  Carl whispers in Mr. Mueller's ear.

                                                                 CARL
                                If you're fuckin' with me, you're dead!

Mr. Mueller covers the receiver.

                                                                 MR. MULLER
                                                           (whispers)
                                What?

                                                                 CARL
                                You're on a diet.  This is a trick.

Mr. Mueller returns his attention to the phone.

                                                                 MR. MULLER
                                Sure I'm on a diet, Emmett.  I'm breakin' it.
                                                           (listens)
                                Yeah, I know it's a little weird, Emmett, I just got a
                                cravin', that's all.  You understand.
                                                           (listens; smiles)
                                Yeah, that'd be great.  A pint'll be fine.
                                                           (listens)
                                Yeah, sure it's here.  Yeah, without a hitch.  Okay,
                                I'll see ya in a few minutes.
                                                           (he hangs up)
                                There.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (Carl looks skeptical)
                                Seven minutes, plus an ice cream stop.  Buzz?

                                                                 BUZZ
                                                           (looks up)
                                We'll see . . .

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (grins)
                                Way cool, dude.  All right.  You see, it's all
                                workin' out fine.  Together we make this shit
                                happen.  Just keep the faith.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (exasperated)
                                Oh, for Christ sake, Patrick, just shut up, okay?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                What is your problem?  Don't be tellin' me that.

                                                                 CARL
                                Or what?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                You don't tell me to shut up, that's all.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (amazed)
                                You must have a fuckin' screw loose.  We're gonna
                                have armed prison guards marchin' in here in six
                                minutes.  If we ever get outta this fuckin' nightmare
                                alive, you're on my shit list, buddy!

                                                                 MR. MUELLER
                                                           (interjecting)
                                You fellas can still just walk away from this whole
                                thing without a problem.  You're never gonna get
                                away with this.

                                                                 BUZZ
                                I got the second tumbler.


                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (grins)
                                All right!

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (worried)
                                Can you get the last one in five minutes, plus an
                                ice cream stop?

                                                                 BUZZ
                                                           (nods)
                                I think so.  You're damn lucky you got me, ya
                                know.  I'm the best.

                                                                 CARL
                                That's why I got you.

Buzz and Carl exchange an appreciative look.

                                                                 MR. MUELLER
                                These guys'll get you.  They'll track you down
                                and kill you.  You still got a chance here.

                                                                 CARL
                                You wanna be gagged, too?  I got just two words
                                for you -- shut the fuck up!

                                                                 RECEPTIONIST
                                                           (scared)
                                I've got to go to the bathroom.

Patrick shoves his leering face into hers.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (grins)
                                Go ahead, go.  Who's stopping you?

The Receptionist starts to cry.  Carl turns to Patrick.


                                                                 CARL
                                Knock it off, will ya?
                                                           (to Receptionist)
                                You can hold it for five more minutes, can't you?
                                                           (she nods)
                                Good.  You'll be fine.

                                                                 MR. MUELLER
                                                           (furrows his brow)
                                Where do I know you from?

                                                                 CARL
                                Just hope you don't remember, 'cause I'll have
                                to come back for you, and I don't wanna do that.

Buzz really concentrates, listening through the stethoscope with his face scrunched up in a knot, peering intently through the hunk of broken lens.

                                                                 BUZZ
                                                           (to himself)
                                Come on, come on, you little son of a bitch . . .

                                                                 MR. MUELLER
                                I'm saying this for your own good.  Just leave
                                now.  I beg you.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Shut up, motherfucker!  I'll fuckin' kill you for
                                fun, you understand?

                                                                 BUZZ
                                Come on, come on . . .

                                                                 CARL
                                Four minutes.

Suddenly, the gray-haired Security Guard gets his hands free and makes a run for it.  Without a second thought Patrick raises his pistol and fires twice into the Security Guard's back.  The Security Guard hits the ground in a motionless heap.  The Receptionist starts to scream at the top of her lungs.  Patrick swings the gun around, aiming in on the Receptionist.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Shut up or you're next!

She shuts up fast, but continues to blubber.  Carl goes to the downed Guard.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (freaked out)
                                Jesus Christ, Patrick!  Now you've really gone
                                and done it!  If this guy ain't dead, he's gonna be
                                soon.
                                                           (to himself)
                                What the fuck else could go wrong?

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (angry)
                                You could go and say my name again, Carl!

Meanwhile, Mr. Mueller is turning blue, gasping for air, his entire body spasming.  The Receptionist gasps, pushing herself away.

                                                                 RECEPTIONIST
                                Oh, sweet Jesus!  He's having a heart attack.

Carl turns to Mr. Mueller, sees his condition, then covers his own face in horror.  Carl loosens Mr. Mueller's tie.

                                                                 CARL
                                Oh my God!

Patrick watches the scene aiming his pistol one way, then the other.  Buzz notes everything going on with a disgusted shake of his head, but keeps working.

Carl is going back and forth between the Guard and Mr. Mueller.  He finally throws his hands up in despair.

                                                                 CARL
                                They're dyin'.  Both of 'em.

Carl stands, looking plaintively at Patrick.  Patrick is freaked out, too.

                                                                  PATRICK
                                                           (wide-eyed)
                                I had to do it.  You saw.  It was the only way.  I'm
                                not happy about it either, but shit, it all happened
                                so fast.  I mean, we're holdin' guns on these people,
                                they're not supposed t' run!

Carl presses hard over his right eye.

                                                                 CARL
                                We gotta get outta here!  Now!

Buzz turns around.

                                                                 BUZZ
                                I've just about got it . . .

Everybody watches Buzz at the safe.  Carl looks at his watch, then glances out the window and sees a car coming.

                                                                 CARL
                                Ah, shit!  It's them!  What else?  It's a fuckin'
                                nightmare!  What happened to the ice cream?

Patrick looks at Mr. Mueller's bug-eyed face.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                He sure as shit don't need it now.

Buzz turns the dial very slowly, then stops.

                                                                 BUZZ
                                I got it.

Buzz stands, turns the spoked crank, the bolts shoot back with a thunk and the safe opens.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                All right!

Patrick helps Buzz pull the two heavy laundry bags out of the safe.  Patrick tosses one of the bags to Carl, slinging the other bag over his shoulder.  They both exclaim:


                                                                 CARL & PATRICK
                                Jesus!

The bags are heavy.  Carl opens the bag and glances inside.

                                                                 CARL
                                It's all fives and tens.


                                                                 PATRICK
                                Then it pro'ly ain't a quarter of a million.

Patrick gives Carl a look saying: So whose the fuck-up now?

                                                                 CARL
                                Come on!

Buzz retrieves his tools, puts them in his bag and stands.  Carl gives a final look around: two lifeless bodies and a sobbing woman on her knees.  Carl can't believe it.  He looks out through the window and sees that the Warden's state-issue sedan filled with PRISON GUARDS is just pulling up in front.  The harried trio quickly exit out the back door.

END ACT TWO:


ACT THREE:

18 EXT. ALLEY -- DAY 18

The guys get outside, weighted down with the big bags, to find that both Donny and the truck are not there.

                                                                 CARL, PATRICK & BUZZ
                                Fuck!

                                                                 PATRICK
                                That junkie cocksucker motherfucker!!

Patrick kicks the pavement hard.

                                                                 BUZZ
                                There goes my watch!

Carl turns to Patrick in disgust, poking him in the chest.

                                                                 CARL
                                One more part of your deal just blew up in
                                our stinkin' faces!

Patrick grabs Carl's hand threateningly.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Hey!  Let's talk about it later, okay?

Patrick lets go of Carl's hand and they all start running up a long alley.  Very quickly, Buzz with his heavy suitcase begins to fall behind.  Then the Warden and three guards appear out the back door and begin shooting at them.  The Warden holds a pint of ice cream in his hand.  Buzz, the furthest behind, gets shot and goes down.  Carl turns to go back for him.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Where the hell are you goin'?

                                                                 CARL
                                For Buzz.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Fuck him!

Just then Carl takes a bullet in the arm, spinning him around.  He and the bag go down in a heap.  Patrick turns back, grabs the bag and keeps running.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Come on, Carl!  Run!

Bullets are flying as Carl gets up and runs, holding his wounded, bloody arm, turning the corner after Patrick.  The Prison Guards are about to give chase when the Warden says . . .

                                                                 WARDEN
                                Come on, let's get the car.

They all quickly head back inside.  The Warden throws the ice cream in disgust.


19 EXT. STREET ADJOINING ALLEY -- DAY 19

Patrick is now hauling both big bags.  He turns to Carl, who is squeezing his bloody arm.  The two talk while running.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Man, I told you not to go back.  Why didn't you
                                listen to me?

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (through clenched teeth)
                                You've been wrong about every other fuckin' thing
                                today, why should I think you're right about this?


                                                                 PATRICK
                                It happens sometimes, even to me.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (pissed off and in pain)
                                This couldn't've gone worse!

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (amazed)
                                Hey!  We got the money, didn't we?

Meanwhile, five and ten dollar bill are falling out of the laundry bags.

                                                                 CARL
                                Yeah, but everything else.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Everything else don't fuckin' count!  We're rich.

                                                                 CARL
                                We haven't gotten away yet.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                We will.  Remember, keep the faith.  I gotta get
                                rid of these bags.

                                                                 CARL
                                And I gotta get off the street.  Anybody sees me all
                                covered with blood's gonna call the cops.  Shit!
                                Why'ja have to shoot that guy?  The cops would
                                never have been called into this thing otherwise.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                He was tryin' to excape.

                                                                 CARL
                                He was an old man!  You could've caught him
                                easy.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                I didn't feel like it, okay?  Whatever happened, happen-
                                ed.  But we pulled it off.  We're heroes.  Now we gotta
                                get off the street.  Look, I'll stash the money and find
                                us a ride.  Where should we meet?

Carl thinks for a second, then pulls out the "Femme Fatale Outcall Massage" card with Janie's address on it.

                                                                 CARL
                                Two six three six Virginia.  Number ten.
                                                           (points)
                                That's that way, I think.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Two six three six Virginia.  Got it.  See ya in a few.
                                And cool the fuck out.  We'll be fine.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (seriously)
                                Don't just leave me hangin', man.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                                           (offended)
                                You think I'd do that?

                                                                 CARL
                                I don't know anymore.

                                                                 PATRICK
                                Well I won't.  Just be cool.

Patrick, with the money, goes one way; Carl, holding his wounded arm, goes the other.

20 EXT. BACK ALLEY -- DAY 20

Carl runs through a back alley, holding his arm, losing blood.  He hears a police siren begin to wail.  He ducks into a doorway, crouching down and holding his breath.  The siren fades and Carl steps out of the doorway.  Just then the Warden's sedan comes barrelling up the alley.  Carl ducks back into the doorway.  He watches the Warden's sedan drive past.  Carl sighs, checks his wound -- still bleeding -- then starts to get up when a VOICE comes from behind him, deeper in the doorway.

                                                                 VOICE
                                Hey!  What's up?

Carl nearly jumps out of his skin.  His hand goes to the pistol in his belt as he turns and finds a ragged, filthy BAGMAN looking up at him from beneath a blanket of newspapers.

                                                                 CARL
                                Jesus!  You scared the shit outta me.

                                                                 BAGMAN
                                Sorry.  You're bleedin', ya know.

                                                                 CARL
                                I know.

                                                                 BAGMAN
                                You run around all covered in blood and they'll lock
                                you up.  Then they throw ya in a cold shower and
                                pour white bug powder all over ya.

                                                                 CARL
                                I know.

The Bagman hands Carl a torn, shredded, dirty Camel cigarettes t-shirt.

                                                                 BAGMAN
                                Here.  Use it as a bandage.

Carl takes the t-shirt and wraps it tenderly around his arm.  Carl's face can't help but register that the t-shirt stinks.

                                                                 CARL
                                Thanks.

The Bagman then hands Carl a ragged sportcoat.

                                                                 BAGMAN
                                Here.  Put this on.

                                                                 CARL
                                Thanks again.

                                                                 BAGMAN
                                Remember, trust in the spirits.  They're everywhere.

                                                                 CARL
                                                           (nods)
                                Okay.

Carl takes off running.


21 EXT. JANIE'S STREET -- DAY 21

Carl goes around a corner, looks around, then keeps running down a long street.  He glances back and sees a police car turn the corner, coming his way.  Carl stops running, now walking slowly, his head sinks into the sportcoat.  Very slowly the police car cruises by.  The COPS glance at Carl, but don't stop.  The car goes past.  Carl takes a deep breath, glancing to the building to his right which is marked, "2636" -- Janie's apartment building.  Carl takes out the business card and checks.

22 EXT. JANIE'S BUILDING -- DAY 22

Carl goes up the steps to the second floor and knocks on the door marked,"10."  He stands there panting for air.  He turns around, checking to see if the street is clear.

23 INT. JANIE'S APARTMENT -- DAY 23

Janie answers the door looking good in cut-offs, a t-shirt, and no make-up.  She's shocked to see Carl, then all the blood on his hands and shirt.

                                                                 JANIE
                                Carl?  Oh, my God, you're bleeding!  What
                                happened?

 

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