Hudson Hawk Page #3

GATES:

What's your favorite sport, Hawk?

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HAWK:

Baseball, why?

Gates opens the back door of the police car and says

"Baseball." He is handed a baseball bat. Hawk backs

up as Gates moves threateningly toward him.

HAWK:

I meant, ping pong. Listen, I'd

rather go back in than whore for

you....

(stopping)

Oh, have you got ten dollars on you?

A PRISON GUARD from above turns as not to be a witness.

Hawk feebly calls up to him.

HAWK:

Help? Police?

Gates swings at Hawk, who pretends not to notice until

the last second. Hawk ducks and slam-kicks his calf.

Gates crumples, using the bat as a crutch. Hawk boots up

the bat for a two-handed catch. Gates cowers in fear of

becoming a home run. Hawk lowers the bat and gives him a

get-the-f***-outta-heah kick into the back seat of the

car. Gates seethes the door shut. The car squeals away.

HAWK:

I don't believe this. I've been

out forty seconds...

A BACKFIRE rings out. Hawk hits the ground, thinking

it is a gunshot.

9 HAWK'S ON THE GROUND P.O.V. 9

A gasping 1960 Caddy comes to a stop and a pair of a toofancy-

to-be-tasteful shoes comes out. Hawk looks up to

see TOMMY 5-TONE MESSINA, his older, maybe-maybe-not-wiser

best friend.

TOMMY:

That's the first thing I did.

Smooch the ground and taste the

freedom. Sorry I was late, Eddie.

Miss anything?

HAWK:

(getting up)

As always, your timing, as your

shoes, is impeccable... Don't tell

me those things are in style now.

Good to see you, Tommy 5-Tone,

been having a lousy day.

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TOMMY:

The man's getting out of prison

and he's having a lousy day. What,

you missing out on the Cell Block

Water Ballet pageant? Believe me,

it's overrated.

Hawk pauses to say something, then just hugs Tommy.

TOMMY:

Where's the kiss? No tongue this

time, I promise.

A laughing Hawk gives Tommy's stomach a slap before

getting in the car....

HAWK:

Looks like you've been expanding

your...

TOMMY:

Don't say it, Hawkins. I'm incredibly

sensitive about my f***ing figure.

HAWK:

My next word was gonna be

"consciousness." Swear to God...

tubbo.

10 EXT. THE ROAD INTO HOBOKEN--DAY 10

The Caddy thunders past a sweet Manhattan view. "Come

Fly With Me" is playing on the radio. Hawk casually completes

an intimidating hand puzzle.

HAWK:

That's your definition of "Hard?"

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