Cellular Page #4

THEO:

The cops could trace this call

back to you.

LENORE:

One of them is a cop.

THEO:

What makes you say that?

LENORE:

He pulled us over as we left the

Riviera Tennis Club. Claimed we'd

run a stop sign. And when Elliot

was reaching for his license --

THEO:

Who?

LENORE:

Elliot -- our driver. The officer

put his gun to the back of

Elliot's head and -- fired. It

was so quick.

THEO:

Oh man. These people mean

business.

LENORE:

Then they took the Mercedes away

-- with his body in it.

THEO:

Listen, there's an overpass coming

up. I may lose you for a minute.

We see a freeway overpass up ahead clogged with congested

traffic. Theo could get stuck under it for awhile.

LENORE:

No don't. You could lose me for

good. Don't go through that

tunnel.

THEO:

I'm in traffic. There's no place

to turn.

LENORE:

Please.

THEO:

Sh*t!

Theo Novak throws on the brakes. The car behind him

screeches to a stop nearly rearending him.

DRIVER:

Are you nuts?

THEO:

Back up. I've got to pull out of

this lane.

DRIVER:

F***ing idiot!

THEO:

I acknowledge that! Just back up!

The cars behind are beginning to honk horns.

Theo is waving at the driver in the next lane.

THEO:

Hey Buddy! Can you let me pull

over? Give me some space to pull

over.

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