Out of Sight Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 123 min
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BUDDY:
Ref don't call it pretty soon, Snoopy's
gonna send this guy out in a body bag.
Foley watches a MAN -- fifties, out of place, not as hard-looking
as those around him. The guy looks nervous, can feel the other
cons' eyes on him as he tries to find a seat.
The BELL SOUNDS and the white boxer staggers to his feet.
Maurice steps in and resumes the bloody pummelling. Foley turns
FOLEY:
Anyone ever tell you why they call him
Snoopy?
Buddy shakes his head. Maurice dances around the other guy
now. Teases him.
FOLEY (CONT'D)
He was Maurice "Mad Dog" Miller back
when he was pro. Now you pet him, he
goes down.
The white guy throws a tired, loping roundhouse that barely
glances off Maurice's jaw. Sure enough, Maurice makes a big
show out of snapping his head back, staggering, before he finally
goes down.
BUDDY:
I don't believe it.
Foley watches the new inmate as fights erupt all around him
and, anxious now, he tries to get out of there.
Foley and Buddy sit atop a cement picnic table watching as
nearby, the "winning" BOXER -- still wearing last night's
pummelling on his face -- gloats to a group of cons. He throws
a fake punch at one of them as he demonstrates his winning
technique...
BUDDY:
Guy's braggin' he won a thrown fight.
F***in' pathetic.
Foley looks at the other side of the yard where Maurice now
stands at the far side of the yard coldly watching the guy, one
hand thrust into his pocket. Foley watches as Maurice stops
the NEW INMATE -- the older guy who looked out of place at the
fights -- as he comes out into the yard.
FOLEY:
It's Richard Ripley.
BUDDY:
(looking now)
The Wall Street guy? Oh, yeah. I
didn't recognize him without his rug.
Foley watches as Maurice talks to the new inmate, the guy
nodding, acquiescent, respectful.
FOLEY:
Dick the Ripper they called him, on
account of all the people he ripped
off.
Foley watches as Ripley now makes a note in a BLACK BOOK.
BUDDY:
What's he doin' here?
GLENN (OS)
Three years.
They look to where Glenn Michaels, the blond guy in dark shades
we saw in Maurice's corner, works out on the bench press a few
feet away. He's shirtless, tan, in shape.
GLENN:
He got three years and fined fifty
million dollars and wrote 'em a f***ing
check. Like that, fifty mil, signed
his name.
(struggles with the
bar)
Whoa-- little help here!
FOLEY:
Who you talkin' to, Studs? Me, or
Buddy. I can't tell, you got those
shades on.
GLENN:
You guys-- come on-- this is too heavy!
FOLEY:
I guess the bright glare out here made
it hard to see the numbers on the
weights.
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