SHOTGUN
FOR ONLY...
[SALLY BUCK]
YOU LOOK REAL NICE,
LOVER BOY. REAL NICE.
MAKE YOUR OLD GRANDMA PROUD.
YOULL BE
THE BEST-LOOKING COWBOY
IN THE WHOLE PARADE.
YOULL BE
THE BEST-LOOKING ONE THERE.
OHH.
BYE, HONEY.
ILL LEAVE A TV DINNER
IN THE FRIDGE.
YOUR OLD GRANDMA
GOT HERSELF A NEW BEAU.
EXCUSE ME, MISTER,
BUT DO YOU HAVE
ANOTHER PIECE OF GUM
FOR HER?
OH, YESM, MAAM,
I DO. HERE.
TAKE ONE FOR YOU
shotgun to tell them to leave.
-You understand?
-Then keep them off my property.
Theyre friends to your son, okay?
He invited them in.
They aint trespassing,
they aint hurting nobody.
Next time you want to play cowboy,
Im over here all the time.
-Keep them off my property.
-I think you heard me, sir.
I think you heard me,
too, all right?
Come on, boys, lets go.
Oh, shit!
-You all right, Dappa?
-Y
shotgun wedding.
Alice Abbott was already
two months pregnant.
- Ill see you later, okay?
- Okay.
PAMELA:
Thanks for coming.
[DOUG HUMS]
OLDER DOUG: Everything Jacey wanted
in life the Abbotts already had:
Cars, money, country clubs.
But in the beginning, more than
anything else, he wanted Eleanor Abbott.
Id witnessed enough of my brothers
social agony to resolve early on...
...that I would never
"48 HRS."
by
Roger Spottiswoode and
Walter Hill
&
Larry Gross and
Steven E. De Souza
FADE IN:
OPEN COUNTRY - DAY
Endless green hills bisected by a ribbon of highway. A road
gang clearing brush by the side of the road... Twenty-five
men in prison fatigues sweating through their mid-afternoon
labor.
THREE GUARDS
Flank the working prisoners... Mountie hats, shotguns,
sidearms, sunglasses; they look
my brother!
Hey, mister!
Please, we need help!
Please, help us.
Is there anybody here?
Hello?
Hello?
Anyone else inside?
You got any shotguns in there?
Hunting rifles, anything.
I dont know.
You dont know?
Hey, come on!
Come on, lets go.
No!
Come on!
Die... damn it!
Who is he? Do you know him?
Its all right.
You did what you had to do.
Do you know any of them?
The ones outside?
will drive it! So here.
Oh, hell! lf that all that
holding things up, ll drive the rig.
Can l borrow that scatter-gun?
Youe more than welcome.
Hey! Wait a minute there. This hearse cost
me $ . lt the only one in the county.
- ll be darned if l let it be shot at.
- ll pay for the damages.
- l wanna see this.
- Me, too!
Never rode shotgun on a hearse before.
Let her buck.
- New in town?
- Yeah.
impact we cut to:
A PICK
splitting a rock.
As the chant continues, wider angles show the chain-gang at work. They are black men in bleached and faded stripes, chained together, working under a brutal midday sun.
It is flat delta countryside; the straight-ruled road stretches to infinity. Mounted guards with shotguns lazily patrol the line.
The chain-gang chant is regular and, it seems, timeless.
shotgun -- pretty, smart, confident.
Shes holding a large, thick envelope, with a big
"Vanderbilt" return address on it.
KEVIN
Its a big, thick envelope, Vicky.
You got in.
VICKY
You think so?
She tears it open. Pulls out a course catalog, various
forms, and a letter which she hands to Kevin.
KEVIN
"Dear Ms. Hughes. Were sorry, but
after keeping you on the wait list for
the past couple months, we
shotgun -- pretty, smart, confident.
Shes holding a large, thick envelope, with a big
"Vanderbilt" return address on it.
KEVIN
Its a big, thick envelope, Vicky.
You got in.
VICKY
You think so?
She tears it open. Pulls out a course catalog, various
forms, and a letter which she hands to Kevin.
KEVIN
"Dear Ms. Hughes. Were sorry, but
after keeping you on the wait list for
the past couple months, we
shotgun.
Armed for a small war, they close the car trunk.
RACKIN
Ready to rumble?
Horman sails the sombrero across the street. They slap hands
with each other. Rackin oozes wild charisma. His team would
follow him to hell and come back with the Devil on his orders.
The four walk down the street like The Wild Bunch.
??
EXT. TIAJUNA BUILDING -- DAY
At the doorway, Breen eases a fiber optic strand q