Rush Hour Page #3

LAFONTAINE:

I don't trust anybody. Especially

first time deals.

CARTER:

I oughta pat your ass down. Make sure

you're not a cop.

LAFONTAINE:

Nobody touches me.

CARTER:

Sh*t, I ain't interested in puttin' my

hands on you. That does nothin' for

me. No. I don't need to be pattin' no

ass. All I'm sayin' is, how do I know

you're not a cop?

Lafontaine opens the trunk of the JAGUAR.

Inside are MANY SMALL WRAPPED PACKAGES with U.S. ARMY stenciled on

them.

LAFONTAINE:

Because cops don't have the U.S.

Government's finest...at my prices.

Carter looks at the merchandise.

CARTER:

Ooooh. That's pretty.

CUT TO:

INT. DINER BATHROOM-NIGHT

JOHNSON is sitting in a stall, headphones on, talking into a

transmitter.

JOHNSON:

OK, Carter, gimme something here.

Start with the color of the packaging.

ON CARTER:

He sticks a pinky in one ear and scratches.

INSERT:

A TINY MICROPHONE is in Carter's ear.

CARTER:

Yeah...beautiful. What would you call

that paper there? Kind of a...Robin

egg blue color?

ON JOHNSON:

JOHNSON:

(into the mike)

Good. That's standard military

packaging for plastique. Get a look

under it.

ON CARTER:

He leans over the packages and slits one open.

CARTER:

You know something? Every time I see

this stuff, it reminds me of...uh...a

double latte grande...

(still looking)

With two shots of non-fat milk.

LAFONTAINE:

What are you talking about?

ON JOHNSON:

JOHNSON:

(into the mike)

That's it. High intensity C-4. We got

his ass.

CLICK. Carter looks up at a cute little silver plated .38 that Lois is

pointing down on her from the next stall.

LOIS:

Step out slowly. Or I'll blow your

hair style into the toilet. Where it

belongs.

ON CARTER:

He sees a wire coming out of one side of the package.

CARTER:

(speaking loudly)

What's this little green wire coming

out one side of the package?

LAFONTAINE:

I wouldn't touch that if I were you.

Lafontaine pulls a remote DETONATOR out of his pocket.

LAFONTAINE:

I get the money, you get the

detonator.

(smiles)

First date's are always scary.

Lafontaine shuts the trunk. Hands the keys to Carter.

HESS:

You cross the street, leave the money

on the sidewalk. I'll leave the

detonator on my side. Then we trade

places. Get the picture?

LOIS VO:

Hey, honey...

Lafontaine turns to see Johnson, who's wearing a sexy short skirt,

walking toward them with Lois bringing up the rear.

LOIS:

She talks to herself on the potty.

Lois shoves Johnson ahead, revealing the GUN in one hand and Johnson's

TRANSMITTER in the other.

LOIS (cont'd)

(to Lafontaine )

Let's kill her.

(cocking the .38)

I'll flip you for it.

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