Gone in Sixty Seconds Page #4

MIRROR MAN:

What tool -- ?

Kip reaches into the trunk.... Comes around to them... He's

carrying A BRICK --

MIRROR MAN (cont'd)

Oh, no --

And Kip walks toward "Exotic Motors"... Calm and cool ...

Ten feet from it ... He winds up ... And HURLS THE BRICK AT

THE WINDOW Which EXPLODES ON IMPACT, a SHOWER OF GLASS

raining down ...

ALARMS SQUEAL:

As Kip walks into the showroom, glass crunching underfoot. Freb

and Mirror Man can't believe it --

INT. EXOTIC MOTORS

Kip goes to the Lotus... With nary a glance around, he's got her

open ... The Lotus' ALARM adds its song to the choir ... Kip,

unmindful, gets behind the wheel ... Screwdriver to the

mechanism... The alarm raging in here...

In moments, the V8's massive 349bhp is bellowing... And Mirror Man

climbs in beside him... And off they go ... Laying several inches

of English rubber. Over the broken glass and out of the

showroom...

EXT. CITY STREETS - PALOS VERDES - NIGHT

The Lotus races through these streets ... At high speeds ...

MIRROR MAN:

Newsflash, Kip:
you're driving a

stolen car

Kip smiles over the ascending speedometer --

KIP:

Yeah. Ain't it great -- ?

And he pins her ... VROOOOOM -- !

CUT TO:

A TENNIS BALL:

being bounced against the wall ... Caught ... Bounced again ...

Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

INT. WAREHOUSE - LONG BEACH HARBOR - NIGHT

A dozen purloined AUTOS are parked here ... And a number of

SHIPPING CONTAINERS ... A thuggish MAN reads the paper ... The

tennis ball bouncer is TUMBLER, 20 ... And he's sitting on a

tilted back chair, and wall-bouncing the ball and annoying the

piss out of

ATLEY JACKSON:

whom we remember from the drop-car at our opening ... Atley walks

with a LIMP now... Thunk! Thunk! Thunk!

ATLEY JACKSON:

Can you stop that, for Chrissake?

TUMBLER:

What's your problem, bro ?

Thunk! Thunk!

ATLEY JACKSON:

Where are they -- ?

TUMBLER:

They'll be here. You nervous, bro? You? Back

in the day, they say you had anti-freeze in

them veins ... What happened -- ?

And Atley intercepts the tennis ball ... And hurls it over to the

far side of the warehouse ... Tumbler merely grins ...

TUMBLER (cont'd)

Relax and enjoy --

EXT. SAN PEDRO STREETS - THE LOTUS

Heading for Long Beach... Stopped at a light ... A CAMARO pulls up

next to them... A KID behind the wheel, a BLONDE beside him...

Kip eyeballs them... Engines are revved... Challenges are

implied... Mirror Man panics ...

MIRROR MAN:

Stolen car, Kip. Stolen car, stolen car,

stolen car ...

KIP:

Stolen fast car...

And the light turns green ... And he pops the clutch ... And

they are off ... It's a good old fashioned drag race ... Kip

smiles at the blonde ... Mirror Man is freaking out ... Kip's

eyes are on fire ... He clocks the speedometer ...

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