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 ..