Out of Sight Page #2

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Foley is about to get up off the bench when something catches

his eye. He watches as...

TWO LATINO MEN:

both little guys, jog past the game, slow to a walk, then stop

and begin stretching out. One of them nods to Foley. Foley

nods back, waits for the Latin guys to walk off, then walks

over to a guard, PUPKO ("PUP"), heavy-set, dumb as dirt.

PUP:

You want something, Foley?

Foley keeps his eyes fixed on the basketball game.

FOLEY:

Some people are going out of here.

What if I told you where and when?

PUP:

How many?

FOLEY:

I expect you to look out for me, Pup,

let me run off work details.

PUP:

Okay. How many going out?

FOLEY:

I hear six.

PUP:

When?

FOLEY:

Looks like tonight.

PUP:

You know who they are?

FOLEY:

I do, but I won't tell you just yet.

Meet me in the chapel at eight-thirty,

right before lock-down.

INT. MESS HALL - LUNCH

As Foley takes his tray up the centre aisle, he scans the sea

of white T-shirts until he sees the two little Latins sitting

at a table full of other little Latins. CHINO -- fifties, in

shape -- shovels macaroni in his mouth.

Chino's "wife", LULU, nineteen, looks up from his own neat tray

of macaroni and jello and watches Foley walk past and sit down

with a bunch of bikers.

Foley watches as the guy across from Chino scrapes some macaroni

off his plate and on to Chino's and Chino wolfs that down, too.

EXT. MESS - DAY

Chino steps outside and lights a cigarette. He puts an arm

around Lulu, starts to walk off...

FOLEY (OS)

Today's the day, huh?

Chino looks over, watches Foley approach, lets his arm slip

down so he can hook his thumb into Lulu's belt... the next

thing to having him on a leash.

FOLEY:

You excited?

CHINO:

I told you, man, Super Bowl Sunday.

FOLEY:

Yeah, but I see you moved it up.

CHINO:

(beat)

Why you think is today?

FOLEY:

You were out running this morning,

sticking to your routine, anybody

happened to notice. But you only did

a couple of miles instead of your usual

five. Saving yourself for the main

event. Then I see you inside eating

ten pounds of macaroni. Carbohydrates

for endurance.

Chino and Lulu exchange looks.

CHINO:

You want, I tole you you can come.

You all right, Foley. I like you.

FOLEY:

You told me I can come 'cause I caught

you digging the f***in' tunnel, saw you

and Lulu coming out of the bushes,

thought maybe you two were making out.

Foley smiles at Lulu, who glares back at him.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

So what, you finish ahead of schedule?

Chino looks towards the fence along the front of the yard.

CHINO:

You see what they doing, those posts

out there? Putting up another fence,

five metres on the other side of the

one that's there. We wait until Super

Bowl Sunday, they could have the second

fence built and we have to dig another

nine, ten days. So we going soon as

it's dark. You want -- I mean it --

you can still come.

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