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INT.   MEN'S ROOM OF THE DIXIE-BOY, WITH BILL	
		
He's at a urinal, tending to business.

                             BILL
                   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	

                             BILL                
                   Come on, Joey--this is serious.

INT.	THE TOILET STALL, WITH JOE	

Hes sitting there with a skin-mag in his hands, but listening to bILL.

                            JOE (reluctant)
                  He's got a lot.

INT.   BILL

Flushes. We can tell that hes zipping up.

                            BILL
                  Grenades?

                            JOE (voice)
	          Well--

BILL moves to the wash basins. Turns one on.

                            BILL
	          Flame-throwers?

                            JOE (voice)
	          You're gonna get us both in trouble.

Bill finishes washing his hands and dries them.

                            BILL
                  In case you didnt notice it, were
                  already in trouble.

He walks over to the stall.

                            BILL (continues)
                  Talk to me Joey.

INT.    JOE, IN THE STALL	

                            JOE
                  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.

	                    BRETT (awed)
                   Ny mothers name! YOU think he
                   stole all this?

                            BILL
                   No. I think he bought it. That's
                   what a guy like him does.

BRETT picks up a rocket launcher and looks at it.

                            BRETT
                   Buys things.

                            BILL
                   Buy cheap and sell dear. It's the
                   American way, isn't it?

	                    HENDERSHOT (voice)
                   Well, this is cute, isn't it?
                   The jailbird and the little road-
                   twitch standing around and talking
                   about the American Way. Jesus Christ
                   Palamino!

They both turn, startled.

INT.	THE CELLAR, WIDER (TO INCLUDE HENDERSHOT)

                             HENOERSHOT
                   I don't know what to make of
                   you, boy. You bright-- I know you
                   are--but you keep bein' ob-tuse.

                             BRETT
                   Come on--we don't want to steal
                   your stuff--we just want to get Out
                   of here.

		            HENDERSHOT(to BILL)
		  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?

                            BILL
                  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.

                            BILL
                  Shut Up.

	                    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--

                            BILL
                  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.

                            HENDERSHOT
                  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.

                            HENDERSHOT
                  When this is over, your ass is
                  grass, boy. Grass, you hear me?

                            BILL
                  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:

                           HENDERSHOT (o.s.)
                  Joey Joey, goddammit!
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