Dog Day Afternoon Page #3

SAL:

You the manager?

ON MULVANEY:

who is still on the phone. He gestures at the sign on his

desk that says so, and gestures for Sal to sit down.

ON SAL:

as he sits, producing as he does a machine pistol, which he

holds on Mulvaney's chest, out of sight from others in the

bank.

MULVANEY:

His mouth simply stops, and he stares at the gun. Mulvaney

is a comic opera Irishman in his early fifties, florid...

cheerful, bushy eyebrows; he acts out everything he says...

SAL:

Just go on talking, like nothing was

happening, okay?

MULVANEY:

(into phone)

Listen, lemme call you back.

He hangs up, and looks from the gun up to Sal's blank hard

face. To his own amazement, he grins: a hopeful grin that

says:
"Like me - don't hurt me." And he's embarrassed by

it. As we watch, his smile turns sour.

HIS POV - FLASH

Sal's absolutely unmoved face.

TWO SHOT - SONNY AND JACKIE

Jackie moves over to Sonny.

JACKIE:

Sonny, I'm gettin' real bad vibes.

SONNY:

Jackie - what are you talking about?

JACKIE:

Maybe we can take something smaller...

like a Spanish grocery.

SONNY:

(indicating what's

happening with Sal

and Mulvaney)

It's too late - just get away from

me - don't talk to me now - go over

to your place...

Jackie moves to another deposit-slips desk - takes one out

and begins to fill it out.

ON TELLER'S CAGE AREA

as a LADY with a BABY in a stroller moves away from the Teller

and starts to walk toward the front door. DEBORAH is marking

figures on a piece of paper at 1st Teller's cage.

SYLVIA and MIRIAM stand behind her - their backs to Sonny.

Howard, who has put the folded flag in a plastic bag in a

front desk, follows Lady toward the door. He unlocks the

door and hands the Baby a lollipop, courtesy of the bank,

and she exits the bank.

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