Hudson Hawk Page #4

TOMMY:

Show off. Hey, boss tune. "Let's

Get Away From It All."

HAWK:

5:
11.

Tommy laughs.

HAWK:

What?

TOMMY:

You crack me up.

HAWK:

What are you laughing at.

(CONTINUED)

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TOMMY:

You crack me up. You still do

the puzzles. Still know the

running times of songs. Let me

ask you a question, you still

think you're the greatest cat

burglar who ever lived?

HANK:

Nope. Now I'm the laziest damn

cat burglar that ever lived. I'm

giving it up. No more stealing.

TOMMY:

Now that you're born again, what

do you wanna do? Statue of

Liberty? Entertain some ladies?

Broadway tix? Seduce some women?

Play Nintendo? Bone some chicks?

HAWK:

What's Nintendo? Just get me to the

5-Tone. If I don't get a cappuchino

soon, I'm going to strangle someone.

TOMMY:

You still got a thing for those

unmasculine European coffees?...

Who's your buddy?

Tommy pulls a styrofoam cup from a paper bag.

HAWK:

The man knows, the man knows!

Hawk takes off the cap with a stimulating whiff.

TOMMY:

So tell me, Mr. Coffee, what went

down outside the prison?

HAWK:

Oh, not too much. Gates tried to

blackmail me into doing a job.

Tommy brakes and cappuccino flies. Hawk half-heartedly

tries to lick up with his fingers.

TOMMY:

That doughnut hole eating son-of-a...

take it in the ear for a beer, rat bastard.

HAWK:

Ah, had the perfect amount of foam.

(MORE)

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HAWK (CONT'D)

(looking around)

So hey, where's the little guy?

Why didn't you bring little Eddie?

TOMMY:

(gulping)

Eddie, you better prepare yourself

for some bad news...

HAWK:

What?

TOMMY:

Last night Little Eddie was

assassinated.

HAWK:

What?

TOMMY:

He was rubbed out. Two shots to

the back of the coconut.

Tommy quivers a folded tabloid over to Hawk, who

anxiously unfolds it.

The tabloid headline glares MONKEY SLAIN IN GANGLAND HIT,

above a chilling photo of a monkey-sized chalk outline on

a dark street (an archive picture of a healthy, happy

monkey is in the inset).

Hawk loses all control with a helpless howl. The

viewer's viewpoint stops to let the car wail away in

painful privacy.

11 EXT. OUTSIDE 5-TONE BAR--NIGHT 11

The Guys move sadly toward the personably Jersey face

of the 5-tone bar. The Empire State Building beams in

the background.

TOMMY:

He was more than a monkey, he

was a true friend...

HAWK:

He was like a son to me.

TOMMY:

He was like a nephew to me.

HAWK:

Just get me in the bar. It's

the one thing that will never...

HUDSON HAWK -Rev. 7/6/90 11.

12 INT. TOMMY'S BAR--NIGHT 12

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