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
Flank the working prisoners... Mountie hats, shotguns,
sidearms, sunglasses; they look like they mean it.
A battered pickup appears...approaches. Suddenly, it coughs,
shudders, stalls. A big Blackfoot Indian named BILLY BEAR
gets out and starts cursing and kicking the vehicle.Then he
begins walking toward the road gang...
BRADY is the Guard near the center of the work gang; he
smiles at the oncoming man, pokes a prisoner beside him.
Wonder what reservation they let
him off of...
The prisoner is GANZ who looks up, grins at Brady...
Yeah, there goes the neighborhood.
Brady laughs as Billy Bear closes in on him.
Say, buddy, my engine's
overheating and I got 30 miles
before the next station... Could
I get some water out of your
Ganz leans on his hoe, speaks as Billy passes...
Maybe you shoulda stole a better
You got a real big mouth, convict.
It's okay, chief. He's just
How about the water...
Firewater, Tonto? Is that what
Billy whirls, swings at Ganz. Both men roll to the ground.
Hey! Jesus Christ!
THE OTHER GUARDS
Seeing the commotion, they run toward it.
GANZ AND BILLY:
As they struggle, Billy slips a pistol into Ganz' hand.
That's a state prisoner,
asshole...! Back off...
Brady pulls Billy away from Ganz just 'as one of the other
officers arrives... Ganz suddenly whips out a pistol, shoots
Brady at point-blank range. Before the other Guards can even
react, Billy comes out with his own pistol, caps the Second
Still forty yards away... In mid-draw, be howls as a bullet
from Ganz breaks the nearby ground. He fires, then turns and
runs for the prison bus.
Smiling, fires twice. but the range is too great for pistol
THE OTHER PRISONERS
Watching....Then they all scatter in different directions...
Hefts his weapon...
He and the big Indian run to the pickup, climb in and roar
The THIRD GUARD making a call on the police radio...
APO 657, Unit 25 to APO 478t APO
657t Unit 25 to APO 478.
Go ahead, Unit 25.
Escape in progress. Two officers
shot off rail crossing 31.
Prisoners escaping. Two men, one
six-four, 200 pounds, dark, an
Indian, the other, Albert Ganz,
FURTHER DOWN THE HIGHWAY
Several miles from the escape... A big semi parked by the
side of ttie road; back doors to the closed trailer open. A
station wagon parked across the road. The pickup appears,
approaches the semi, slows down and drives up the ramp into
the van. Ganz and Billy jump out, shove the ramp up inside
the truck and close the big doors.
Ganz and Billy climb inside ancl roar off, back in the
direction of the road gang.
Takes off his hat, puts on a baseball cap and sunglasses...
Get ready to duck.
Ganz dives for the floor. Three police cars go by, sirens
blaring, lights flashing. They pass the road gang. Ganz
You know something? I'm having a
real good time.
The station wagon blasts down the pavement... Becomes a small
dot on the landscape.
A DOORWAY - NIGHT
the portal slams open revealing a man holding a huge
pistol,jack cates, s.F.P.D., a large and powerful man... He
stealthily moves up a stairwell.