Smokey and the Bandit Page #8

OUTSIDE CLEDUS' HOUSE - DAY

Bandit sits inside the cab of the truck, nervously tapping

his foot and watching Cledus' kids play football on the front

lawn. The mutt keeps getting in their way.

Bandit hits the horn and an instant later, Cledus steps onto

the front porch, followed by Waynette. He's wearing a plaid

shirt, levis, a large engraved cowboy belt and a thermal

vest.

WAYNETTE:

(handing him a thermos)

This ain't fair. You're letting him

talk you into this.

CLEDUS:

(buttoning shirt)

I swear to God, pumpkin; I'll be

back before you know it.

(sly smile)

And then I'll make you glad you was

born a woman.

WAYNETTE:

Well, I just might not be waiting

this time.

Bandit toots again. Waynette gives him "the finger."

CLEDUS:

Honey, please... Don't be this way.

You know I'd do anything for you.

WAYNETTE:

Anything?

Cledus nods.

WAYNETTE:

Take Fred.

CUT TO:

GEORGIA HIGHWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

The eighteen-wheeler heading west, stacks open.

Over:

CLEDUS (V.O.)

Believe me, man; Fred'll be no

problem.

BANDIT (V.O.)

Yeah, I can tell he's gonna be a

major asset.

INSIDE THE CAB (DIALOGUE OVERLAPS)

Fred, the mutt, lays with his head slumped over Bandit's

leg. Cledus is at the wheel, wearing clip-on sunglasses.

BANDIT:

All right, Fred; enough fun.

Bandit picks Fred up and dumps him onto the sleeper

compartment behind the seats. Then, starts going over a road

map.

CLEDUS:

You know of course, we ain't ever

gonna make it.

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