filled with dread as he falls to his knees,
staring, always staring at THE CRATES...
EXT. DOCKS - NIGHT
The crew tends to business and the Santa Lucia points out of the
harbor, disappears into the night.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. LOUISIANNA COAST - DAY... TITLE CARD... JUNE
Squad cars roar down the back roads, sirens flashing. In the center of
the column is an unmarked car.
INT. UNMARKED CAR - DAY
A
No
Are we giving it back?
Hell, no!
Possessi is nine-tenths of the law
You know what Im sayin?
Its-Its their negligence
Its their-
Oh, ah, 11:00, 11:00.!
- Shit,.Joey.
- Drive straight. Drive straight.
Were busted,.Joey.
- If were caught, were busted.
- Dont drive slow.
- Dont drive slow
- Im not,Joe
Joey, I aint gonna be nobodys
cell bitch for a sack of dough
What the hell
are you doin?
Ar
Im Officer Bolton, DC Police.
STARLING
Yes, I can see that from your uniform
and badge, how do you do?
BOLTON
Im in charge here.
Starling studies him a moment. He sniffs as if that might
help confirm his weighty position.
STARLING
You are?
BOLTON
Yes, maam.
Starlings glance finds Brighams. His says, Just let it
go. Hers says back, I cant.
STARLING
Officer Bolton, Im Special Agent
Starling, and ju
Im home.
5 INT. / EXT. SURVEILLANCE VAN, MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT
Meet Harrys partner, ALBERT "GIB" GIBSON, an overweight twenty-
year-man with a lived in looking face. Gib answers Harry via
his headset.
GIB
Roger that.
(he covers the mike and
turns)
Hey, Fize! Get your butt in
here. Harrys inside.
Outside, FAST FAISIL, an Iranian-American, finishes making
yellow snow and hurries back to the van. T
unmarks blaze ...
Guns his bitch... Straight at the roadblock .. Three CRUISERS and
a PORTABLE WOODEN BARRICADE... Memphis pins her ... ZOOOOOM! Dead-on
to the roadblock ...
And, at the last moment, as the COPS dive out of the way, Memphis
bangs the gear shift into neutral -- yanks the parking brake --
And the Mustang spins on the straight -- Screeching spin ... And
Memphis takes the HARD LEFT ..
Im not coming
tonight?
FRED
What are you going to do?
RENEE
I thought Id stay home and read.
Fred looks her over, shes sexy without trying.
FRED
Read?... Read what, Renee?
Renee sits down on a couch and sips her drink. Fred comes
over to her, kisses her on the neck, which makes her laugh.
FRED
Its nice to know I can still make you
laugh.
RENEE
I like to laugh, Fred.
FRED
Thats why I married you.
Guarding Tess Script
Breakfast.
Im going.
I thought Id say goodbye.
Gentlemen, again, all the best.
Take good care.
Good luck and goodbye.
Its been fun.
Here you go, sir.
- Thank you.
- Youre welcome.
Im here to see
the director of the Secret Service.
Okay. Thanks.
Is there anyplace
where I could put my bags?
Over there.
- Thank you.
- Okay.
Congratulations, Doug. Youve done
a terrific job on a t
Im
making a point here. Youre gonna
make me lose my train
of thought.
JOE
Oh fuck, Tobys that little china
girl.
MR. WHITE
Whats that?
JOE
I found this old address book in a
jacket I aint worn in a coons
age. Toby what? What the fuck
was her last name?
MR. PINK
Where was I?
MR. ORANGE
You said "True Blue" was about a
nice girl who finds a sensitive
fella. But "Like a Virgin" was a
metaphor for bi
The Man hands his coat to coat check woman and thanks her. When he turns we get our first view of DR. RICHARD KIMBLE, a tall, athletic man, with a trim beard.
He moves from the outer lobby into a fabulously decorated ballroom where a fashion show is taking place as a medical fundraiser. Doctors and their spouses, hospital brass and sponsers mingle. Women sit near the runway watching the models. M
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FADE IN:
EXT. LOS ANGELES - DAY
The whole dysfunctional megalopolis, beige and blurry in the
summer smog. If this is the American Dream, do me a favor and
wake me up.
EXT. LAX - DAY
The traffic loop outside the terminals is gridlocked -- mostly
with stretch limousines.
INT. LAX