Out of Sight

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BLACK:

We hear TRAFFIC, some STREET NOISES, then...

FADE IN:
A MIAMI STREET - DAY

The financial district. Lots of people in suits. A shaky,

spasmodic ZOOM IN finds...

JACK FOLEY -- forty, big, focused expression -- as he rips a

tie from around his neck and throws it down in the gutter. He

starts across the street, now peeling off his suitcoat and

dropping that, too, right there on the asphalt as we then...

WHIP PAN OVER TO REVEAL: A BANK ACROSS THE STREET

As Foley goes inside, we then...

CUT TO:
A PRINTED BROCHURE THAT READS...

LOOKING FOR MONEY?

YOU'VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE.

We then PULL BACK TO REVEAL that we're now...

INSIDE THE BANK:

as Foley stands at a counter holding the above CREDIT APPLICATION

while he studies the bank layout.

Foley watches a MAN IN A SUIT, carrying an attache-case, enter

the bank and move through the gate into the fenced-off business

area at the front. An EXECUTIVE rises from his desk, shakes

hands with the man and they both sit down.

Foley rosses the brochure in the trash, then crosses to a teller

window where a nameplate on the counter tells us the young woman

with the pile of dark hair smiling at him is LORETTA.

TELLER/LORETTA

How can I help you, sir?

FOLEY:

Loretta, you see that guy talking to

your manager, has his case open?

Foley takes out a ZIPPO LIGHTER and casually, yet expertly,

begins to fiddle with it as the teller looks across the bank.

LORETTA:

That's Mr. Guindon, one of our assistant

managers. Our manager is Mr. Schoen,

but he's not in today.

FOLEY:

But you see the guy with the attache

case?

LORETTA:

(looks again)

Yes.

FOLEY:

That's my partner. He has a gun in

there. And if you don't do exactly

what I tell you, or you give me any

kind of a problem, I'll look over at

my partner and he'll shoot your Mr.

Guindon between the eyes.

Loretta goes stiff, swallows, stares back at Foley.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

Now take one of those big envelopes

and put as many hundreds, fifties and

twenties as you can pack into it.

Nothing with bank straps or rubber

bands. I don't want any dye packs. I

don't want any bait money. Start with

the second drawer and then the one

over there, under the computer. Come

on, Loretta, the key's right there

next to you. No bills off the bottom

of the drawer.

(as she works)

First time being robbed?

(she nods)

You're doing great. Just smile,

Loretta, so you won't look like you're

being held up.

(she smiles awkwardly)

That's the way, you're doing fine.

We hear a bit of thunder and Foley cuts a fast look out the

front door. When he turns back, he sees that Loretta's having

some trouble fitting all the bills into the envelope.

FOLEY (CONT'D)

Here, give me the twenties. I'll put

'em in my pocket. Okay, I haven't had

to give my partner a sign; that's good.

Now, he's gonna wait thirty seconds

till after I'm out the door, make sure

you haven't set off the alarm. If you

have, he's gonna shoot Mr. Guindon

between the eyes. Okay? I think

that'll do it. Thank you, Loretta,

and have a nice day.

LORETTA:

You, too.

Foley heads for the door. He pauses by Mr. Guindon's desk,

looks back at Loretta. Foley smiles at her, then turns to the

Man sitting with Mr. Guindon, indicates Loretta...

FOLEY:

She's cute, isn't she?

The man looks across the bank at Loretta.

MAN:

Uh, yeah, I guess so.

Foley winks at Loretta and walks out.

MAN (CONT'D)

(to Mr. Guindon)

Who was that?

EXT. BANK - SAME

As Foley comes out, he calmly walks to a Honda Civic and gets in.

INT. CAR - SAME

As Foley tries to start the car. No go. He tries again.

FOLEY:

Come on...

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