INT. MEN'S ROOM OF THE DIXIE-BOY, WITH BILL
He's at a urinal, tending to business.
Has he really got a lot of
firepower down cellar, Joe?
INT. A CLOSED TOILET STALL
Beneath the door we can see JOE'S feet, pants puddled around them.
JOE (uneasy voice)
You heard him tell me to shut up.
INT. BILL, AT THE URINAL
Come on, Joey--this is serious.
INT. THE TOILET STALL, WITH JOE
He’s sitting there with a skin-mag in his hands, but listening to bILL.
He's got a lot.
Flushes. We can tell that he’s zipping up.
BILL moves to the wash basins. Turns one on.
You're gonna get us both in trouble.
Bill finishes washing his hands and dries them.
In case you didn’t notice it, we’re
already in trouble.
He walks over to the stall.
Talk to me Joey.
INT. JOE, IN THE STALL
Everything. He's got everything.
Now leave me alone, Billy.
He flushes the toilet.
INT. THE CELLAR, WITH BILL AND BRETT
BILL'S got the key to the place in one hand--I think we can assume he
got it out of HENDERSHOT'S office.
They are locking around at bazookas, rocket launchers, crates of
rockets, M-1s, M-16s, flame-throwers, grenades, etc. There's canned
goods and janitorial supplies down there, but its mainly an arsenal.
Ny mothers name! YOU think he
stole all this?
No. I think he bought it. That's
what a guy like him does.
BRETT picks up a rocket launcher and looks at it.
Buy cheap and sell dear. It's the
American way, isn't it?
Well, this is cute, isn't it?
The jailbird and the little road-
twitch standing around and talking
about the American Way. Jesus Christ
They both turn, startled.
INT. THE CELLAR, WIDER (TO INCLUDE HENDERSHOT)
I don't know what to make of
you, boy. You bright-- I know you
are--but you keep bein' ob-tuse.
Come on--we don't want to steal
your stuff--we just want to get Out
You're messin' where you hadn't ought
to be messin' again, boy. I guess
sometimes even college boys don't learn
their lessons until they've had their
chops busted a few times, do they?
Do you know whats going on outside,
you happy asshole? You blind?
HENDERSHOT (to BRETT)
Did the college boy here fill you in
on his illustrious career? Oh, he was
a bloodthirsty criminal, all right--
a regular John Dillinger.
HENDERSHOT (ignores him)
Couple of Charlotte cops found him in
a little grocery store with a sack of money in
his hand and his thumb up his ass and
a big grin on his face to pass the time
of day. Now you want to get out of here,
boy. One call and--
Who you gonna call? The North Carolina
State Police? Ghost Busters? I don't want
to play games with you. Hendershot. I just
want to get out of here.
I'm warning you, boy--
BILL (picks up a rocket launcher)
No--I'm warning you.
HENDERSHOT is perfectly caught between fury at BILL and fear of what
BILL might do.
When this is over, your ass is
grass, boy. Grass, you hear me?
I'll just settle for being around
when it is over.
HENDERSHOT whirls with a final baleful stare and leaves. As he
tromps up the stairs:
Joey Joey, goddammit!