Gone in Sixty Seconds Page #5

KIP (cont'd)

It's calibrated for 140 ... Let's see

if these British boys are full of sh*t

or not --

MIRROR MAN:

No way, man --

Yes, way. Kip floors it. They bury the Camaro in its wake... The

gauge rising ... 90, 100, 110 ... Mirror Man is having an

embolism...

They warp-speed by a POLICE CRUISER... Both kids totally unaware

of the POLICE CHOPPER up on high... With them in its sights ...

And they drive ... At last, ending up at --

THE WATERFRONT - A dark latticework of docks and wharves,

warehouses and shipping crates... The freighters are somehow

graceful against the moonlit water ...

INT. WAREHOUSE

Tumbler studies his watch... Now he's a little concerned ... He

looks up ... Atley is glaring at him...

ATLEY JACKSON:

Something wrong, Tumbler -- ?

TUMBLER:

Yeah. I'm missing Springer --

And then the Lotus pulls into the warehouse... Tumbler flashes

Atley a "told-you-so" smile... Kip and Mirror Man get out of the

car...

Kip walks over to a CLIPBOARD with a magic marker tethered to it

... It is a list of cars ... He draws a black line through "13)

1996 Lotus Esprit V8"... The others are clocking the car...

ATLEY JACKSON:

She'll go 0 to 60 in 4.9 seconds --

MIRROR MAN:

I can vouch for that.

Tumbler passes out 40 oz.s ... The vibe is celebratory...

TUMBLER:

Thirteen down ... Thirty-seven to go ...

KIP:

No problem -

Bottles are clinked... Beer is sipped ... Only, a HOT WHITE

SPOTLIGHT bores through the skylight ... And the whup-whup of the

chopper's ROTORS... And now the sounds of SIRENS ... And the

thuggish man gets to his feet ...

THUGGISH MAN:

Let's get outta here -- !

And they do... Heading out the back ... It's tough for Atley with

his limp ... On the way out:

ATLEY JACKSON:

Now you gone and done it, Raines

And they flee ...

INT. WAREHOUSE - LATER - NIGHT

A HALF-DOZEN POLICE CARS. The CHOPPER does the usual

spotlight-trailing... It's turned into a total pig

circus ... A car pulls to a stop ... And out steps Detective

Roland Castlebeck, whom we remember from our opening...

INT. WAREHOUSE

Castlebeck surmises the take ... The cars ... His partner

DETECTIVE DRYCOFF - a sneering Irish boy with zero patience -

comes out from the back ...

DETECTIVE DRYCOFF

They're gone...

Castlebeck nods ... Looks at the cars ...

INT. "L.N. ORR AUTOMOTIVE" - INDEPENDENCE - DUSK

Memphis goes through invoices in the cluttered back office. When a

brand new purple MERCEDES SLK, windows tinted, pulls in out front.

It looks oddly anachronistic here in Independence. Memphis senses

danger. He goes out. Budgy and his dog are here... Budgy looks

spooked... Tom, too ...

MEMPHIS:

What's going on -- ?

And standing there, by the Mercedes, like a wraith, is ATLEY

JACKSON, in long leather coat, smoking a cigarette ... As out of

place here as a maggot on a muffin...

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