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Smokey and the Bandit (1977) movie script

by James Lee Barrett, Charles Shyer and Alan Mandel.
Story by Hal Needham and Robert L. Levy.
Early draft.

More info about this movie on IMDb.com
FADE IN:

THE HIGHWAY - DAY

Georgia. Two-lane blacktop, stretching from here to heaven. 
Empty. Silent. Then, suddenly in the far distance, several 
dark specks rise over a hill and head straight toward camera.

Camera holds and the specks begin to take form. Vehicles. 
Trucks. Six monstrous eighteen-wheel diesels, coming at us, 
their smokestacks blasting. Sound grows louder, as we begin 
to hear snatches of Citizens Band Radio talk over:

		VOICE ONE
	-- Breaker, this is Banana Peel...

		VOICE TWO
	-- Yeah, Breaker go head on.

		VOICE ONE
	-- Thanks much. I'd like to get me a 
	Smokey report?

		VOICE TWO
	-- Road looks clean as a hound's 
	tooth.

		VOICE ONE
	-- Okey, doke. Last one to the Roadeo 
	is a homo.

Voices fade and titles and credits begin. "Black Smoke Blowing 
Over Eighteen Wheels" by Red Simpson comes up in the b.g. as 
the six trucks blast right over camera.

AN AERIAL VIEW

of the trucks driving through an entrance gate to a huge 
parking lot. Over the gate is a sign reading: "GEORGIA TRUCK 
ROADEO STATE FINALS." Music and credits continue.

TRUCK ROADEO - PARKING LOT - DAY

Macks, Kenworths, Whites and Jimmys, all polished to a 
mirrored finish. Truck drivers decked out in their flashiest 
western outfits. The stands filled with spectators on the 
edge of their seats, watching the gearjammers put their rigs 
through tests of skill and reflexes -- parallel parking, 
driving around eggs, through complicated barricades, etc.

CAMERA PICKS UP

a customized white Cadillac convertible pulling into the 
Roadeo grounds. The Caddy has mounted chrome quarter horses 
on each front fender, bull horns on the front bumper, stacked 
rifles displayed in the rear. Garish. The car's Texas license 
plate reads "Mr. Big."

CLOSER ANGLE

The Cadillac stops. Two men climb out and wend their way 
through the trucks and spectators. Camera tracks behind them. 
Although we can't see their faces, we see that one man is 
pudgy and decked out in a fancy white western suit and hat. 
The other is younger, tall, skinny and wearing a grey western 
suit and hat. Kyle Brand and his son Dickey.

MUSIC AND CREDITS FADE 

ANGLE - ROADEO INFIELD

The crowd roars, as the trucks race through an obstacle 
course.

ANGLE - THE MEN - TRACKING

Camera still on their backs.

		DICKEY
		(referring to race)
	Is that Bandit in the lead?

		KYLE
	If that sumbitch was in the race, 
	he'd be in the winner's circle by 
	now.

		DICKEY
	I still think this whole idea is 
	dumb, pop.

		KYLE
	Then it must be a helluva idea.

Kyle laughs. His laugh then turns into a hacking cough.

		DICKEY
	Why don't we just rent a Lear jet 
	and haul it back ourselves?

		KYLE
	Because I wanna see this hot shot 
	Bandit do something that can't be 
	done. Besides, there's nothing I 
	like better than breaking legends.

He laughs, coughs again, continues walking.

		DICKEY
		(not getting it)
	But if it can't be done, how's he 
	gonna do it?

		KYLE
	That's the point, Dickey.

		DICKEY
	Oh.

		KYLE
	Now, you just find him, son.

		DICKEY
	Yes, sir.

Dickey crosses to a trucker couple, polishing up their chromed 
rig.

		DICKEY
	Say, hoss. Where might I locate the 
	Bandit?

		HUSBAND
	Ain't seen him.

		WIFE
		(immediately)
	Over there behind his rig.

The Husband shoots his old lady a jealous look. Dickey rejoins 
Kyle and they head toward Bandit LaRue's truck.

NEW ANGLE - MOVING

as they come to the only battered, beaten-up eighteen-wheeler 
at the entire Truck Roadeo. It looks like it hasn't been 
washed since it left the showroom.

On one side of the truck is a faded and peeling mural of a 
stagecoach being held up. A teamster and a shotgun guard 
have their hands high in the air and a Bandit on horseback 
has a six-gun pointed at them.

An elaborate CB radio antenna grows out of the cab beside 
the driver's door.

ANGLE - KYLE AND DICKEY - FROM BEHIND

as they round the truck and stop in their tracks.

REVERSE ANGLE - WHAT THEY SEE

A hammock is stretched from the cab of the truck to an oak 
tree. A man wearing a faded denim western shirt, open with 
the sleeves rolled up, levis and silver-toed cowboy boots is 
lying in the hammock. A cowboy hat covers his face.

CLOSER ANGLE

as shadows fall across the figure. The man slowly tips back 
his hat and we see he's in his thirties, boyishly handsome, 
with a cocky smile. Bandit LaRue.

FULL SHOT

And for the first time we get a look at Kyle and Dickey. 
Kyle is wearing sunglasses and diamond rings on every finger. 
His smile is as tasteless as the suit he wears.

Dickey is in his early twenties. Blonde, blue-eyed and scared 
to death of his old man.

Bandit looks at them for a moment, then casually pulls the 
hat back over his face.

		KYLE
	Aw, ain't you glad to see me, Bandit?

		BANDIT
		(hat over his face)
	Yeah, it's the highlight of my day.

There's a long pause interrupted by Kyle's hacking cough.

		KYLE
		(to Dickey)
	What's he get if he wins here?

		BANDIT
		(hat over his face)
	If...?

		DICKEY
	Five thou.

		KYLE
	Chickenshit money.

Kyle coughs again.

		BANDIT
		(hat over his face)
	Could you turn your head?

Bandit gets up and begins untying the hammock from the tree. 
Kyle crosses to him.

		BANDIT
	Look, Kyle; I ain't in this Truck 
	Roadeo for the money. It's the 
	challenge. You know, the ecstasy of 
	victory, the agony of defeat.

Kyle looks out at the cheering crowd.

		KYLE
	I can't believe there's two thousand 
	people here to watch a bunch of guys 
	back up their trucks.

		BANDIT
	America's bored.
		(then)
	Now, what do you want?

		KYLE
	You to forget this dumbass Roadeo 
	and take on a real challenge.

As Bandit turns to him, we:

							CUT TO:

BANDIT'S TRUCK - DAY

Bandit, wearing aviator shades and his cowboy hat, is backing 
the truck up and shouting down to Kyle and Dickey on the 
ground.

		BANDIT
	You're crazy, man. Smart dresser, 
	but crazy.

		KYLE
	What's the matter? Legend has it 
	Bandit LaRue's king of the road.

		BANDIT
	I can make it to Texarkana and back 
	in twenty-eight hours... that's no 
	sweat.

		DICKEY
	It ain't ever been done before, hot 
	shit.

		BANDIT
		(smiles at Dickey, 
		then)
	See, running Coors Beer east of Texas 
	is what bothers me. It makes me a 
	bootlegger.

		KYLE
	I hear a few weeks ago you smuggled 
	sixteen Beaners up to West Virginia.

		BANDIT
	You know how rumors start.

		DICKEY
	I think you're just yellow.

		BANDIT
	Wonderful psychology. Why don't you 
	say something about my mom?
		(then)
	Excuse me.

Bandit drives toward the starting line for another event. 
Kyle and Dickey run alongside.

		KYLE
		(coughs, then)
	Look, you make this little run for 
	me, I'll buy you a new rig.

		BANDIT
		(indicating truck)
	Last year, this was a new rig.

		KYLE
	But it wasn't a Kenworth.

Dickey turns to his father, stunned, as Bandit stops the 
truck.

		DICKEY
		(sotto)
	Pop, a K-Whopper's worth seventy 
	thou.

		BANDIT
		(correcting)
	Seventy-two five.
		(then)
	Why do you want this barley pop so 
	bad?

		DICKEY
	He's thirsty.

Bandit smiles at Dickey again.

		KYLE
	I got a boy running in the Peach 
	Tree Classic tomorrow and when he 
	wins, I wanna celebrate in style.

		BANDIT
	How much style?

		KYLE
	Four hundred cases worth.
		(a long pause)
	Well?

		BANDIT
		(a beat)
	You paying for the gas?

Kyle smiles that unwinning smile and takes out a huge wad of 
bills, as we:

							CUT TO:

GEORGIA COUNTRYSIDE - DAY

Picturesque. Bandit's eighteen-wheeler rolling down the 
Georgia highway, past lush green meadows and endless acres 
of pines.

Over this:

		A WOMAN'S VOICE
	Whaddya mean, we're not going to the 
	show tonight?

INSIDE THE TRUCK (DIALOGUE OVERLAPS)

And for the first time, we get a real look inside the rig. 
It's quite a set-up. The opposite of the outside. Home on 
the road.

Sheepskin over the two front seats, a poster of Raquel Welch 
in a bikini tacked above the windshield, under which is a 
bumper sticker reading: "Do It For Truckers." On the dash 
board, a St. Christopher medal and a chattering skull. Also, 
a stereo tape deck and the best Citizens Band Radio outfit 
money can buy.

Bandit is on the C.B.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Hot Pants, I got no choice. I gotta 
	make a run to Texarkana. Over.

		WOMAN'S VOICE
		(over CB)
	But you been promising to take me 
	for three weeks.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Baby, I...

		MALE VOICE
		(over CB)
	Break. Break.

		WOMAN'S VOICE
		(over CB)
	Yeah, breaker; come on.

		MALE VOICE
		(over CB)
	Hot Pants, this here is Sugar Man. 
	I'll take you to the show tonight. 
	Pick you up at seven. How am I hitting 
	you?

		WOMAN'S VOICE
		(over CB)
	Bull's-eye, Sugar Man. Bandit?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Yeah?

		WOMAN'S VOICE
		(over CB)
	Go sit on a cold carrot.

Bandit looks at the mike and we:

							CUT TO:

RESIDENTIAL STREET - DAY

Bandit's truck pulls to a stop in front of a small white 
clapboard house.

							CUT TO:

A FEW MINUTES LATER - INSIDE THE HOUSE

Most of the furniture is old and what isn't, is covered with 
plastic. No fancy carpets or objects d'art. On the coffee 
table is an open, colorfully illustrated Bible. A blonde 
wood television set sits in a corner of the room. There are 
a lot of toy trucks lying around and over the mantel is an 
oil painting of a fancy eighteen-wheeler with an epitaph 
under it reading: "I'd rather be a truck driver, than be a 
millionaire..."

Bandit is trying to get into the bedroom, but his path is 
being blocked by a faded Georgia beauty lost somewhere in 
her thirties. Waynette Snow.

		BANDIT
		(trying to get past 
		her)
	Goddamn, Waynette; you sure do look 
	foxy today. If you weren't already 
	married, I'd...

		WAYNETTE
	Don't give me that horseshit, Bandit. 
	You ain't seeing him.

		BANDIT
		(determined)
	Yes, I am.

		WAYNETTE
		(equally determined)
	No, you ain't.

A scrawny little Kid runs through the room, followed by an 
even scrawnier mutt.

		SCRAWNY KID
	Hi, Uncle Bandit.

		WAYNETTE
		(turning to Kid)
	He ain't your damn uncle and get 
	that mutt outta here. He just peed 
	all over my hot curlers!

Bandit takes the moment to slide past Waynette and duck into 
the bedroom.

THE BEDROOM

is dark. The venetian blinds are drawn. Bandit hurries into 
the room with Waynette still hollering in the b.g.

He passes a French Provincial dresser with a small fleet of 
model trucks on top and crosses to a Lump sleeping face down 
on a double bed.

		BANDIT
		(shaking the Lump)
	Cledus.

		CLEDUS
		(not moving)
	No.

		BANDIT
		(shaking him again)
	Wake up, man; I just got us a hot 
	run for big bucks.

Bandit goes to the closet and begins tossing clothes onto 
the bed.

		CLEDUS
		(slowly rolling over)
	Whadda we have to do -- kidnap the 
	Pope?

		BANDIT (O.S.)
		(from closet)
	How'd you know?

He comes out of the closet with the rest of the clothes and 
tosses them on the bed, then crosses to the dresser drawer 
and throws a pair of socks and underwear at Cledus.

		BANDIT
	Look, all we gotta do is make a run 
	to Texarkana...
		(under his breath)
	...in twenty-eight hours.

Cledus Snow slowly comes up from under the covers and we get 
our first glimpse of him. He's thirty-three, but you'd never 
take him for a day under forty. Trucker all the way. He's 
wearing boxer shorts and an undershirt. As he reaches across 
to the nightstand and puts on a pair of glasses:

		CLEDUS
	Twenty-eight hours! You're outta 
	your gord.

		BANDIT
	Is that any way to talk to your ole 
	partner?
		(pulling back blanket)
	Look, it's only nine hundred miles 
	each way.

		CLEDUS
		(figuring quick)
	That means we gotta average ninety-
	four miles per.
		(lying back down)
	Forget it.

		BANDIT
	No one's ever done it before. This'll 
	put us on the map.

		CLEDUS
	Or in the slammer.

		BANDIT
	Did I tell you they're gonna give us 
	a brand new Kenworth?

		CLEDUS
		(sitting up)
	Waynette!

							CUT TO:

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.

		BANDIT
		(not looking up)
	Quit being so negative, guy; 'course 
	we're gonna make it. We ain't never 
	not made it, have we?

		CLEDUS
	No.

		BANDIT
	See.

		CLEDUS
	Our asses gonna be in a sling if we 
	get caught.

		BANDIT
		(looking up, straight 
		to him)
	And if we don't, they're gonna be 
	riding high in a brand new Kenworth.

As "Truck Driving Man" by Red Steagall starts over, Cledus 
looks at Bandit, sighs -- then punches it.

						DISSOLVE THRU TO:

A SERIES OF LAP DISSOLVES - THE EIGHTEEN-WHEELER

roaring down the highway. Music continues, as slowly day 
becomes night and the truck whizzes across the Alabama and 
Mississippi State Lines.

						DISSOLVE THRU TO:

THE HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The rig is parked on the shoulder under a highway light. 
Bandit and Cledus stand by the side of the truck, as Fred 
wanders aimlessly around the grassy knoll off the shoulder.

		BANDIT
		(snapping his fingers 
		impatiently)
	How long's this gonna take?

		CLEDUS
	I don't know, man. Ask him?

		BANDIT
		(nervously)
	We gotta let the slack out, Cledus; 
	this is costing us time.

		CLEDUS
	If you ask me, I think we should 
	make that run to Choo Choo Town and 
	pick up that load of lumber. Nice. 
	Easy. And within the law.

		BANDIT
	Also boring.

		CLEDUS
	But I still don't think...

Bandit walks away from Cledus in mid-sentence, heading for 
the rear of the truck.

		CLEDUS
	What are you doin' now?

		BANDIT
		(starting to open 
		rear doors)
	Running blocker.

							CUT TO:

THE BACK DOORS OF THE TRUCK

As Bandit swings them open, Cledus adjusts one of two ramps 
that have now been mounted on the rear of the truck's floor. 
As Cledus kicks the ramp into place, Bandit climbs into the 
back of the trailer and disappears.

After a moment, there is a deafening roar and suddenly, two 
headlights are GLARING straight at camera.

NEW ANGLE

A beat and slowly, a full-blown SHELBY COBRA II appears from 
inside the truck. As it moves slowly down the ramp, we see 
it has twelve coats of black lacquer, red pinstriping, 
aluminum mags, twelve-inch Firestones, the works. A mean 
machine.

On the rear bumper is a CB antenna matching the one on the 
truck.

CAMERA FOLLOWS

as Bandit guides the Cobra down the ramp. Cledus quickly 
folds up the ramp and dumps it back into the truck. He slams 
the metal doors closed and crosses to the Cobra.

		CLEDUS
	All right, here's our plan of 
	communication, so as to avoid Smokey.

		BANDIT
	Go.

		CLEDUS
	Now, if I say go to channel three, 
	it really means go to six.

		BANDIT
		(nods)
	Six. Got it.

		CLEDUS
	If I say go to twenty-one, go to 
	nineteen.

		BANDIT
		(trying to remember)
	Twenty-one is nineteen.

		CLEDUS
	If I say go to two, it's really one.

		BANDIT
		(now totally confused)
	Two is one.
		(then)
	Listen, let's just stay on the odd 
	channels and switch everytime. Start 
	in the basement. Now, let's haul 
	ass.

Cledus grabs Fred, who's still peeing and bounds up the metal 
steps of the cab. As Bandit lays twenty feet of rubber, we:

							CUT TO:

MISSISSIPPI HIGHWAY - NIGHT

The Cobra followed by the Eighteen-wheeler whip past camera. 
(NOTE: From this point on, the Cobra will be referred to as 
Bandit I. The Eighteen-wheeler as Bandit II.)

INSIDE BANDIT I (THE COBRA)

The car is cherry. Wooden steering wheel, all leather 
upholstery stereo tape deck, harness-style seat belts and a 
CB radio identical to the one in Bandit II.

Bandit is talking to Cledus on the CB.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Bandit One, am I hitting you?

INTERCUT - BANDIT II (THE EIGHTEEN-WHEELER)

Cledus picks up his mike. Fred is now riding shotgun.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	You're wall to wall and tree top 
	tall.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	I'm gonna run a couple miles ahead 
	of you. Keep both feet on the floor. 
	We'll be moving ninety and over.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike; after a 
		beat)
	Bandit?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Yeah?

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Why are we doing this?

		BANDIT
		(a beat, then into 
		mike)
	Because they said it couldn't be 
	done.

And:

							DISSOLVE TO:

THE HIGHWAY - NIGHT

Bandit I and II screaming through the Mississippi night. 
Over this a driving Doug Kershaw fiddle.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit driving, sipping coffee from a thermos. Sees something.

HIS VIEW - UP AHEAD

A Mississippi Highway Patrol Car is approaching from the 
opposite direction.

BACK TO BANDIT

as he eases up on the pedal and fires up his CB mike.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Bandit Two, do you read me?

Bandit glances up in his rear view mirror.

ANGLE - THROUGH REAR VIEW MIRROR

The Mississippi HPC, zips past Bandit and moves on down the 
highway.

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II (DIALOGUE OVERLAPS)

Cledus picks up his mike.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Loud and clear.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Pull your hammer back, Smokey's coming 
	at you.

Cledus immediately backs off the accelerator and slows down, 
an instant before the Mississippi HPC passes by. Everything 
is cool.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	He's history.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Okay, we got a straight shot to T 
	Town, so let her roll.

And we:

							DISSOLVE TO:

SERIES OF SHOTS

As night slowly begins fading back into day, Bandit I and 
Bandit II blast across the Arkansas State Line.

							DISSOLVE TO:

THE SUN RISING

behind a sign that reads: Welcome to Texarkana, Texas. A 
beat and two blurs whip past camera. Bandit I and II.

							CUT TO:

THE WAREHOUSE - DAWN

Bandit I followed by Bandit II pull into the loading area of 
a large warehouse.

The place is locked up and the loading dock is empty. Bandit 
and Cledus park their vehicles and climb out.

		BANDIT
	Shit! No one's here.

		CLEDUS
		(checking watch)
	That's 'cause we're damn near an 
	hour ahead of schedule.

		BANDIT
	Let's keep it that way.

Bandit grabs a crowbar from Bandit I and we:

							CUT TO:

INSIDE THE WAREHOUSE

Pitch black. A beat, then a loud smash o.s. and the door 
slides open, sending a stream of light across the warehouse 
floor.

Bandit and Cledus step inside. Bandit crosses to the light 
switch and hits it. Suddenly the entire room is bathed in 
flourescent. We see the warehouse is filled with cases upon 
cases of Coors Beer.

		CLEDUS
		(whistles low)
	Liquid gold.

		BANDIT
		(nods)
	Redneck heaven.

They cross back to the large sliding door and as Bandit pushes 
it open, Cledus jumps into the truck's cab and begins backing 
the big rig up to the loading dock.

							CUT TO:

THE WAREHOUSE - A FEW MINUTES LATER

The rig's doors are open and ready for loading. Cledus and 
Bandit cross to a brand new fork-lift.

		CLEDUS
	You know how to drive one of these 
	things?

		BANDIT
	Can a pig whistle?

Bandit climbs into the seat of the fork-lift and turns the 
key. The engine roars to life. He grins and confidently throws 
it into gear. The fork-lift leaps backward and begins speeding 
wildly around the warehouse.

		CLEDUS
		(yelling)
	Hit the brakes!

		BANDIT
	They're jammed!

RUNNING ANGLE - FOLLOWING THE FORK-LIFT

as it smashes into stacks of Coors cases, sending them flying 
in every direction and tossing Bandit out of the seat -- and 
into the air.

NEW ANGLE

as Bandit crashes to the ground, surrounded by cases of beer. 
He looks up to Cledus.

		BANDIT
	So much for whistling pigs.

							CUT TO:

INSIDE THE WAREHOUSE - TWENTY MINUTES LATER

Bandit II is now almost filled with cases of Coors, as Cledus 
guides the fork-lift's final load onto the loading dock. He 
and Bandit unload the final cases and Cledus parks the fork-
lift.

They look around. The place is a wreck.

		BANDIT
	Let's get the hell outta here.

		CLEDUS
	Shouldn't we pay 'em for the damages?

		BANDIT
		(snaps his fingers)
	Right. Give me your pen. We'll tell 
	'em to bill Kyle.

As Bandit pulls out a piece of paper and Cledus hands him a 
pen, we:

							DISSOLVE TO:

THE TEXARKANA CITY LIMITS SIGN - MORNING

as again, two blurs flash past camera, moving south. Bandit 
I and Bandit II -- heading home.

							DISSOLVE TO:

ARKANSAS HIGHWAY - HIGH SHOT

It's now mid-morning, as Camera follows Bandit I and II 
rolling through hog country.

OVER:

		BANDIT
		(over CB)
	We still on schedule?

		CLEDUS
		(over CB)
	Forty-two minutes ahead.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING (DIALOGUE OVERLAPS)

Bandit holding the CB mike.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	I hate to say I told you so.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Save it. We got a long haul.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Clear and rolling.

He hangs up the mike, then sees something ahead of him he 
can't believe.

WHAT HE SEES

Standing in the middle of the highway is a GIRL in a wedding 
gown. Off to the side, on the shoulder, is a customized Camaro 
with a "Just Married" sign on the back and strings of tin 
cans, shoes and streamers. The hood of the Camaro is up.

BACK TO SCENE

as Bandit eases off the accelerator and starts to move around 
the Girl.

But the Girl moves with him, waving and blocking his path. 
Bandit's forced to pull off the road and stop. The Girl rushes 
up to the Cobra and opens the door.

		GIRL
		(climbing in)
	Thanks.

		BANDIT
		(it was nothing)
	Hey...

The Girl slams the door and turns to Bandit. She's tall and 
sophisticated. A hyper New Yorker in her late twenties. KATE 
McCONNELL.

FULL SHOT

as Bandit I pulls away in a cloud of dust and squealing tires, 
a beat-up VAN passes, going the other way.

THREE SHITKICKER KIDS are riding in the Van. They watch Bandit 
leaving the abandoned "Just Married" car and brake to turn 
around. Bandit and Kate don't notice.

INSIDE BANDIT I - DAY - MOVING

picking up speed.

		BANDIT
		(after a beat)
	Who's the unlucky guy?

Kate takes off her veil and shakes down her hair. She's a 
beauty. Bandit immediately notices, but keeps driving. She 
starts talking a mile-a-minute.

		KATE
	Okay. I was in Texas dancing in an 
	industrial show for Sunkist Oranges. 
	They say I'm the new Anita Bryant. 
	But I'm really a dancer from New 
	York. A lot of credits. Moderate 
	talent.
		(rolling on)
	Anyway, after opening night, I was 
	walking back to the motor lodge and 
	suddenly there he was. A tall Texan 
	with a twenty-nine inch waist. Pure 
	dynamite.

		BANDIT
	All sound reasons for matrimony.

		KATE
	Look, I'm a twenty-eight year old 
	hoofer who spends most of her time 
	with fags. Besides, I'm impulsive. 
	It runs in the family. We're all 
	crazy. Mind if I smoke?
		(lights a cigarette)
	Anyway, today was the 'bid day.' But 
	as I was walking down the aisle, I 
	realized this is total insanity. 
	What am I going to do in Texas the 
	rest of my life? I can't marry Jerry 
	Jeff. I mean, we're eventually gonna 
	have to talk. So, halfway down the 
	aisle, I turned and split. You think 
	I'm nuts, right?

		BANDIT
	Absolutely not. In fact, I picked up 
	a bride yesterday; except she was a 
	singer.

Suddenly, Cledus interrupts over the CB.

		CLEDUS
	Bandit I, do you copy?

		BANDIT
		(picking up mike)
	This is Bandit I, come back.

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Cledus on the CB.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Who's the broad? Over.

Bandit turns to the Girl.

		KATE
	Kate McConnell.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Kate McConnell. Sweet, shy... well-
	dressed. I'm giving her a lift to 
	the next waterhole.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Listen, pardner; this ain't no time 
	to be getting laid.

		KATE
		(into mike)
	Believe me, that won't be a problem.

							CUT TO:

BANDIT II

Cledus replaces the CB mike and slips Red Simpson's 
"Motivatin' Man" into the tape deck.

		CLEDUS
	Never fails. Bandit gets a chick. I 
	get...

He looks over at Fred, who's now passed out in the passenger 
seat.

							CUT TO:

SHINY STRIP OF CHROME

as a pair of plyers rip it off the side of a car and we EASE 
BACK to see:

KATE'S ABANDONED CAMARO

still parked along the Arkansas Highway -- now almost 
completely stripped by the THREE KIDS in the Van. The car is 
up on jacks, as one of the Kids, rolls the last of the four 
tires to the rear of the Van. Another kid dumps the chrome 
stripping into the cab, while the third, unscrews the radio.

NEW ANGLE

As a TEXAS SHERIFF'S CAR skids to a stop behind them. SHERIFF 
BUELL CLAYTON climbs out. Fifty. Ruggedly handsome. An 
imposing figure.

		CLAYTON
	Hey!

The Kids freeze, as the Sheriff strides up to them.

		FIRST KID
		(pleading)
	I swear to God, officer; the car 
	was. already like this, we were just 
	trying to...

But Sheriff Clayton doesn't even notice they've stripped 
down the entire car. He's got other problems.

		CLAYTON
	Did you see the gal who was driving? 
	She was wearing a wedding dress.

They all nod, still shaking in their jeans.

		SECOND KID
		(eagerly)
	Yes, sir. She got into a cherry-
	looking Cobra.

		CLAYTON
	You get a look at the driver?

		FIRST KID
	No, but he had Georgia plates. BAN-
	ONE.

Clayton turns on his heels and leaps back into the Sheriff's 
car, muttering to himself. He jams it into gear and peels 
out in a cloud of dust.

The kids exchange bewildered looks, then immediately go back 
to stripping the Camaro.

							CUT TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I - BANDIT AND KATE

Bandit watching the road. Kate watching Bandit.

		KATE
	Why're you driving so fast?

		BANDIT
	I gotta get back to Atlanta in 
	thirteen hours.

		KATE
	Why? You have a bowling date?

		BANDIT
	Cute. No, 'cause no one's ever made 
	it from Atlanta to Texarkana and 
	back in twenty-eight hours.

		KATE
	Who'd want to?

		BANDIT
	I never looked at it that way.
		(then)
	You ask a lot of questions.

		KATE
	Why are you doing this obviously 
	macho feat?

		BANDIT
	For a new Kenworth. That's a truck.

		KATE
		(incredulous)
	A truck? You're doing this for a 
	truck? That's insanity.

		BANDIT
	It's not a truck. It's the Rolls 
	Royce of eighteen-wheelers.

		KATE
	But you could get killed, right?

		BANDIT
	Hey, you could get killed crossing 
	the street.

		KATE
	An existentialist.

		BANDIT
		(turns to her)
	A what?

		KATE
	Eyes on the road.

She lights up another cigarette, as we:

							CUT TO:

A BIRD'S EYE VIEW

of an endless stretch of Arkansas Highway. Camera follows 
two vehicles -- hauling ass. Bandit I, followed a couple of 
miles back by Bandit II.

INSIDE BANDIT I - DAY - MOVING

Bandit and Kate.

		KATE
		(leaning back in her 
		seat)
	So tell me about yourself.

		BANDIT
	Okay.

A beat. Nothing.

		KATE
	Well?...

		BANDIT
	Whaddya want to know? My sign?

		KATE
	No. I want to know what you think 
	about besides ditching Smokey?

		BANDIT
	Having fun.

		KATE
	Is this fun?

		BANDIT
	Driving?

		KATE
	Driving, talking to me...

		BANDIT
	They're both a challenge.

		KATE
	You have a great profile.

		BANDIT
	Yeah, I do. Especially from that 
	angle.

She laughs. Then:

		KATE
	Where you from?

		BANDIT
	Mattoon, Illinois. But I moved down 
	south to work in the Civil Rights 
	movement.

		KATE
	Seriously?!?

		BANDIT
		(obviously lying)
	Would I lie to you?

							CUT TO:

AN ARKANSAS HIGHWAY PATROL CAR

parked off to the side of the highway behind an abandoned 
and boarded up diner. The Patrol Car is empty and from a 
little transistor radio hanging on the rear view mirror, 
Merle Haggard sings, "I Take A Lot Of Pride In What I Am."

Camera moves off the Patrol Car and finds it's Driver, an 
Arkansas Highway Patrolman with crew cut, taking a leak.

Suddenly, Bandit I whips past doing at least a hundred and 
almost blowing the OFFICER over. He quickly zips up and races 
to his car.

BACK TO BANDIT I - MOVING

Kate has seen the Cop. Bandit hasn't.

		KATE
	Guess what?

		BANDIT
	I give up.

		KATE
	You just passed your nemesis.

He looks at her.

		KATE
	Smokey.

Bandit glances up in his rear view mirror.

WHAT HE SEES - THROUGH REAR VIEW MIRROR

the Arkansas Highway Patrol car coming after him, it's 
advertising twirling and siren wailing.

BACK TO SCENE

Bandit turns to Kate.

		BANDIT
	Better fasten your seat belt.

Bandit slams on his brakes, locking all four tires and sending 
the Cobra into a four wheel drift.

		KATE
		(as they're sliding)
	Good idea.

She buckles up, as Bandit grabs for the CB mike.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Bandit Two. I'm gonna leave you for 
	a minute. Back in a flash.

INTERCUT - BANDIT II

Cledus on the CB mike.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Keep 'er between the ditches.

ARKANSAS HIGHWAY - DAY

Bandit I slides broadside down the highway and exits down a 
dirt road.

DIRT ROAD - DAY

Bandit I roars down the road, leaving clouds of dust in its 
wake.

HIGHWAY - DAY

The Arkansas Highway Patrol car does a 180 in the middle of 
the highway and takes the dirt road turnoff.

DIRT ROAD - DAY

Bandit I blasts up the dirt road, leaving trails of billowing 
dust behind him. The Arkansas Highway Patrol Car in hot 
pursuit. Over this:

		KATE (V.O.)
	What the hell's going on?

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	I forget to tell you. I'm running 
	blocker for four hundred cases of 
	illegal brew.

A beat, then:

		KATE (V.O.)
	And I thought I had problems.

INSIDE THE HIGHWAY PATROL CAR - MOVING

The windshield of the car is covered with dust. The Officer 
tries to squint through it, but the dust keeps building up. 
Finally, he turns on his windshield wipers, making the dust 
twice as thick. And now he can't see anything.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

Bandit looks over his shoulder. Nothing but a solid wall of 
dust. He whips the Cobra around a hairpin turn and floors 
it.

NEW ANGLE

The Highway Patrol Car misses the turn and goes off the road. 
Out of control, the car smashes through a clapboard fence 
and sails into:

A SWAMP

It lands with a gigantic splash and water fills the FRAME.

INSIDE BANDIT I

roaring down the dirt road. Kate is turned around in her 
seat, looking through the rear window.

		BANDIT
	Anything?

		KATE
		(turning back around)
	We're cool. The dumb schmuck took 
	the wrong turn.

They both breathe a sigh of relief.

		KATE
	Can I ask you something?

		BANDIT
	Shoot.

		KATE
	What do you want to be when you grow 
	up?

Before he can answer:

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
		(from CB)
	Bandit I. Bandit I. Do you read me?

As Bandit reaches for the mike to answer Cledus, he glances 
up.

WHAT HE SEES

A TRACTOR has moved from behind a tree and is crossing the 
road directly in front of Bandit I.

Bandit tosses the CB mike to Kate with one hand and swerves 
the wheel to the right with the other.

		BANDIT
		(to Kate)
	Say this is Bandit I. Then, over.

As Bandit blasts around the Tractor and down the road, Kate 
talks into the mike.

		KATE
		(into mike)
	This is Bandit I. Over.

INTERCUT - BANDIT II

CLEDUS ON THE CB

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Where the hell are you?

		KATE
		(into mike)
	Smokey was on our tail. We had to 
	take a detour to ditch the motherfu...

		BANDIT
		(cutting her off)
	You can't swear on these.

		CLEDUS
		(from CB)
	What's going on, Bandit? Come on.

		BANDIT
		(to Kate)
	Tell him we'll be back on the highway 
	in a second.

As Kate starts talking, Fred spots some cows grazing and 
starts barking like crazy. Cledus can't hear a thing.

		CLEDUS
		(to the dog)
	Shut up, Fred.

		KATE
		(to Bandit)
	Who's Fred?

INSIDE CLAYTON'S CAR - DAY - MOVING

Sheriff Clayton's been listening to this whole exchange on 
his CB.

		KATE (V.O.)
	Bandit II. We'll be back on the 
	highway in a second. Over.

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
	I'll keep my eyeballs peeled.

		CLAYTON
		(thin smile)
	So will I, hoss. So will I.

							CUT BACK TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I

Kate replaces the CB mike.

		KATE
		(referring to CB)
	These things are fabulous.

A beat.

		KATE
	You know, you're not a bad driver.

		BANDIT
	You know, you're not a bad passenger.

They glance at each other for a moment, then both look away. 
Back at each other. Then away again. And we:

							CUT TO:

ARKANSAS HIGHWAY - DAY

The eighteen-wheel Bandit II, rolling.

ANOTHER SECTION OF THE HIGHWAY

Sheriff Clayton barrelling down the blacktop.

AN EMBANKMENT

as Bandit I screeches up over the embankment -- putting him 
back on the highway. He floors it and they're off.

INSIDE BANDIT I - DAY - MOVING

Bandit flicks his CB selector to the next odd channel.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Bandit II, do you copy?

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Cledus picks up the mike. Fred is now snoring.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	This is Bandit II. Now, where the 
	hell are you?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	On two lane blacktop. Mile marker 
	six-one. How we doin' on time?

		CLEDUS
		(checks watch, then 
		into mike)
	Thirty-eight minutes ahead of 
	schedule.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	What's your twenty?

		CLEDUS
	I'm 'bout four miles ahead of you, 
	turkey.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Not for long, you ain't.

As Bandit's about to hang up the mike, a NEW VOICE comes on.

		VOICE
		(from CB)
	Breaker. Breaker.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Go breaker.

		VOICE
		(from CB)
	Bandit, I just thought I'd lay a 
	Smokey report on you.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Go head on, breaker.

		VOICE
		(from CB)
	I would say your future's looking 
	dim, boss.

		BANDIT
		(into mike, nervous)
	What's your twenty and what's your 
	handle?

		VOICE
		(from CB)
	My handle's Smokey Bear and I got 
	you by the tail.

A SIREN BLASTS behind them, whipping Bandit and Kate around.

THEIR VIEW - THRU REAR WINDOW

Sheriff Clayton is right on their ass -- no more than three 
feet away -- his siren wailing and his advertising flashing.

BACK TO SCENE

Bandit slams down the CB mike.

		BANDIT
		(to Kate)
	That's a Texas cop. What the hell's 
	he doing in Arkansas?

		KATE
		(uneasy)
	I don't know. Maybe Jerry Jeff sent 
	the heat after us.

		BANDIT
		(worried)
	A Texas Bear in Arkansas.
		(then)
	Something's up and at this point in 
	my life, I don't want to know what 
	it is.

He trounces on it and the Shelby Cobra II springs to life, 
laying twenty feet of third gear rubber. Suddenly, the Texas 
Sheriff's car looks like it's standing on jacks.

INSIDE SHERIFF'S CAR

as Sheriff Clayton floorboards it and takes off after Bandit 
I.

		CLAYTON
		(to himself)
	I'm gonna get that bastard. No one 
	makes Buell Clayton look like a fool. 
	Let's get going.

ARKANSAS HIGHWAY - DAY

as Bandit I races past camera. A beat and here comes the 
Texas Sheriff. Hard and fast.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

Bandit is all concentration. Both hands on the wheel. Pressing 
120 MPH. Kate fumbles for her cigarettes, but they all go 
flying out of the pack. One lands on her lap. She lights it.

BANDIT'S VIEW

up ahead, the big rear end of Bandit II.

BACK TO SCENE

Bandit fires up his CB and flips to the next odd channel.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	I'm whipping around you, Bandit II. 
	Smokey on the rubber.

INSIDE BANDIT II - MOVING

Cledus looks up ahead.

HIS VIEW

Traffic. Coming head on.

BACK TO CLEDUS

keying the mike.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	You're gonna have to create your own 
	lane, buddy. You got oncoming.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit turns to Kate. She shrugs and closes her eyes. He 
floors it.

		KATE
		(a mile-a-minute)
	You know, my mother was a dancer, 
	too. Her big shot was the touring 
	company of 'Brigadoon.' She's been 
	married three times. To a redneck, a 
	poet and her tennis instructor.
		(not missing a beat)
	See, I motor-mouth when I get nervous. 
	I was nervous when I first got into 
	the car. Now I'm scared shitless.

		BANDIT
	Believe me, there's nothing to be 
	afraid of.

With that, Bandit flies off the highway, onto the shoulder. 
Kate closes her eyes even tighter.

FULL SHOT

as Bandit pulls alongside the big eighteen-wheeler, hanging 
onto the shoulder for his life.

HIS VIEW

up ahead -- a dirt road crossing. He'll never make it past 
the huge eighteen-wheeler in time.

NEW ANGLE

as Bandit I hits the dirt road crossing, flies into the air, 
comes down, smashes into a highway sign and sends it 
splintering twenty feet into the air. Before he can whip the 
wheel around, Bandit is staring at an endless row of rural 
mailboxes. Kate turns her head, as Bandit I mows down the 
mailboxes. Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap! Whap!

Bandit drops the Cobra into first, zooms past Bandit II and 
sails back onto the highway.

		BANDIT
	Still with me?

Kate slowly opens her eyes. She's alive.

ANGLE - SHERIFF CLAYTON'S CAR

trapped behind the huge eighteen-wheeler. Clayton pulls out 
in an attempt to squeeze between Bandit II and the oncoming 
traffic.

Brakes squeal, as SEVEN CARS are forced to hit the side 
shoulder. Just as Clayton moves halfway past the eighteen-
wheeler, Cledus puts on the press -- edging Sheriff Clayton 
over.

Clayton's rear fender catches on the rig and rips off with a 
terrifying SCREECH. As his fender bounces down the highway, 
Clayton pulls in front of Bandit II a split-second before an 
oncoming BUS almost creams him.

INSIDE BANDIT II

Cledus sees the passing car is Texas heat and immediately 
flips over to the next odd channel and keys up his CB.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Bandit I, do I have copy?

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Bandit's pushing the red line on his speedometer and gestures 
for Kate to pick up the CB mike.

		KATE
		(into mike)
	Yeah, Bandit II, Que pasa?

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	That's a Texas bubble gum machine on 
	your back porch.

		KATE
		(has no idea what he 
		just said)
	What's he...

Bandit grabs the mike.

		BANDIT
		(driving and talking)
	Uh, Cledus; I noticed.

He starts to hang it up.

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
		(from CB)
	What's a Texas Smokey doing in 
	Arkansas, man?

		BANDIT
		(yelling into mike)
	If I knew, Cledus; I'd be on College 
	Bowl.

Bandit slams down the mike and the accelerator.

HIGHWAY - DAY

and the chase is on. High speed. Way over a hundred. Two 
blurs through the Arkansas countryside.

INSIDE CLAYTON'S CAR

Sheriff Clayton is on his police radio.

		CLAYTON
		(into mike)
	This is Sheriff Clayton. In pursuit 
	of a black Shelby Cobra, Georgia 
	license Boy-Adam-Nora. Ocean-Nora-
	Eddie. Request assistance.

							CUT TO:

TWO ARKANSAS SHERIFF'S CARS

blasting off down the highway in response. Lights twirling. 
Sirens wailing.

INSIDE THE LEAD CAR - MOVING

SHERIFF WILLY BRANFORD is riding shotgun. He's fat and 
arrogant. He chews bubble gum as he talks on the radio mike.

A DEPUTY is driving. He's twenty-five, wears long sideburns 
and mirrored sunglasses.

		BRANFORD
		(into mike)
	This is Sheriff Branford of Crossett 
	County. We're already on this joker's 
	case.
		(he pops a bubble)
	I got two units intercepting him at 
	Hamburg crossing. You say you was a 
	Sheriff?

INTERCUT - SHERIFFS CLAYTON AND BRANFORD

Clayton has trouble steering and talking.

		CLAYTON
		(into mike)
	That's a big ten-four. Sheriff Buell 
	Clayton. Texas.

		BRANFORD
		(stunned, into mike)
	Texas? What the hell you doing in my 
	goddam county?!?

At that instant, Clayton hits a rut in the road and drops 
his mike. He bends to pick it up and the car slides off the 
shoulder.

Before he can regain control, Clayton's headed straight for:

AN ABANDONED FRUIT AND VEGETABLE STAND

Clayton's car crashes through the stand -- flattening it.

RUNNING ANGLE

He blasts out on the other side, now sporting one busted 
headlight and a dented grill. Somehow he manages to make it 
back to the road, losing a hubcap on the way.

		BRANFORD
		(over CB)
	I said...

		CLAYTON
		(picking up mike off 
		floor)
	I heard what you said. And I said...

		BRANFORD
		(cutting him cold)
	I don't care what you said. You're 
	from Texas and what you said don't 
	mean jack diddly here in Arkansas!

Clayton slams down the mike.

ARKANSAS HIGHWAY - DAY - HIGH SHOT

Bandit I whips around a treacherous bend in the highway, 
leaving Sheriff Clayton in the distance.

INSIDE SHERIFF BRANFORD'S CAR

The Arkansas Sheriff is mad. He spits his gum out the window -- 
but it's closed. The gum falls back in his lap. He looks at 
it, then pops it back in his mouth again and turns to his 
Deputy.

		BRANFORD
	What the hell you looking at?

Before the Deputy can answer, Clayton's voice is back.

		CLAYTON (V.O.)
		(radio)
	This is Sheriff Clayton again. I 
	lost the Cobra, but he's deadheaded 
	toward you doing damn near 140. If I 
	was you I'd set up a roadblock.

		BRANFORD
		(grabbing mike)
	-- And if I was you, I wouldn't be 
	telling me what to do! Now take a 
	hike, buster!!!
		(he angrily hangs up 
		the mike and turns 
		to his Deputy)
	Block the road.

HIGHWAY - DAY - HIGH SHOT

The two Arkansas Sheriff's cars slow down and form a 
roadblock.

Branford and his Deputy climb out of the car. Branford spits 
out his gum, as two other DEPUTIES climb out of the second 
car. The four officers move behind their cars. To wait.

A SPEEDOMETER

The needle pressing 120. Ease back and we're:

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

as Bandit turns to Kate, who's looking out the rear window.

		BANDIT
	Well?

		KATE
	We lost him.

Bandit sighs relief, then:

		A VOICE
		(from CB)
	Bandit do you read me?

		BANDIT
		(picking up mike)
	This is Bandit, you're coming in 
	long and strong.

		VOICE
		(from CB)
	My handle's Silver Tongued Devil and 
	I'm here to tell you, your fellow 
	CB'ers are mighty proud of y'all.

		BANDIT
	Thanks much, Silver Tongued Devil.

		SILVER TONGUED DEVIL
		(from CB)
	But I got a bad Bear story.

Bandit and Kate look at each other.

		SILVER TONGUED DEVIL
	I just rolled past a county mounty 
	roadblock down on eighty-two.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Thanks Silver Tongued Devil, we'll 
	avoid.

		SILVER TONGUED DEVIL
		(from CB)
	Keep the wheels spinning and the 
	beavers grinning.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Adios.

He hangs up the mike.

		KATE
		(referring to Silver 
		Tongued Devil)
	Classy guy.

Bandit grins and takes a curve at 90. Then they both look 
up.

WHAT THEY SEE

The roadblock. No way around it.

BACK TO SCENE

Bandit looks ahead down both sides of the highway. Thinks 
quick.

HIGHWAY - DAY - HIGH SHOT

as Bandit I comes roaring down the highway headed directly 
for the roadblock. A farmhouse is off to the side, about a 
hundred yards before the roadblock.

NEW ANGLE

Bandit I swerves off the highway, throwing itself into a 
broadside. The car lurches onto the Farmhouse driveway and 
barrels across the front yard. It snaps a clothesline full 
of clothes, sending bras, panties, shirts and socks flying 
in every direction.

It then crashes through a chicken yard and corral fence, 
sending whatever animals are available -- flying toward 
freedom.

RACING ANGLE

as Bandit I roars across a fruit orchard, weaving in and 
around rows and rows of trees, finally slamming onto an access 
road and back onto the highway -- way ahead of the roadblock!

BRANFORD AND HIS MEN

stand there like statues with their mouths hanging open. A 
beat, then all four cops race toward their cars, leap in and 
take off.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

a rattled Kate turns to Bandit. She's about to speak, but 
sees his intense concentration and says nothing.

THEIR VIEW - THE HIGHWAY

up ahead. Coming straight at them, down the center of the 
road -- another Arkansas Sheriff's car.

		BANDIT
	Christ, it looks like a Smokey 
	convention.

BACK TO SCENE

Bandit whips the wheel to the right and again, the Cobra is 
airborne -- flying off the highway, careening down the 
shoulder, through a creek and up onto another dirt road.

THE SHERIFF'S CAR

spins around in the middle of the highway -- almost flipping 
over in the process -- straightens out and takes off over 
the shoulder after Bandit I.

CAMERA PANS

back to the highway. As Sheriff Branford's two Patrol cars 
come blasting down the highway. They stop at the shoulder. A 
beat. Then they take off over the shoulder in pursuit.

CAMERA PANS

back again. As Sheriff Clayton's Texas Highway Patrol car 
skids to a stop.

INSIDE CLAYTON'S CAR

Clayton surveys the situation. Bandit I roaring along the 
dirt road -- the three Arkansas Sheriff cars on his tail. He 
makes a decision.

		CLAYTON
		(muttering to himself)
	We'll meet again, Bandit.

And he floors it taking off down the highway.

							CUT TO:

THE DIRT ROAD - MOVING - HIGH SHOT

as the three Arkansas Sheriff's cars race after Bandit I. 
They're on a treacherously narrow road. On both sides -- a 
long sheer drop -- to water.

INSIDE SHERIFF BRANFORD'S CAR

His Deputy is doing at least 80, as he pulls within a few 
feet of the lead car. The Deputy angrily honks his horn.

		DEPUTY
	I'm gonna pass this fruit!

		BRANFORD
	Just back off the hammer, boy.

		DEPUTY
	But sir, he's gonna get away.

		BRANFORD
	He ain't gonna get nothin' but a 
	brief mention in the obituary column.

The Deputy turns to him, not understanding.

		BRANFORD
		(with a smile)
	The bridge up ahead is out.

HIGH SHOT - THE NARROW DIRT ROAD

The four cars kicking up dust for miles.

CREEK - DAY - FULL SHOT

where the dirt road ends. But the bridge that once crossed 
the banks -- is gone.

A beat and Bandit I comes roaring straight toward the creek.

INSIDE BANDIT I

Bandit and Kate see the creek. No bridge. End of the road.

Bandit barely has time to hit the brakes, sending the Cobra 
into a wild fishtail. Kate desperately braces herself, hanging 
onto the dashboard.

FULL SHOT

as Bandit wheels the Cobra a full 360 and comes to a halt. 
He looks back.

HIS VIEW - DOWN THE ROAD

a half mile back, the Arkansas Sheriff's are coming on fast. 
Sirens blasting. The choices are simple. Give up. Or jump 
the creek.

		BANDIT
		(turning to Kate)
	Listen, we can either give up or...

Kate holds the dashboard tighter and closes her eyes.

		KATE
	Just do it.

THE CREEK - DAY

Bandit slams the Cobra into first and takes off. Gears grind. 
Tires screech.

INSIDE BANDIT I

The speedometer whizzes past eighty. Bandit holds the wheel 
tight. Kate takes a breath, then crosses herself.

RACING ANGLE

as Bandit I blasts toward the embankment, hits the dirt 
incline and suddenly is airborne.

FULL SHOT - THE CREEK

Bandit I in mid-air.

NEW ANGLE

as Bandit I sails over camera and comes crashing down on the 
other side. They made it!

INSIDE BANDIT I

as Bandit and Kate catch their breath.

		BANDIT
	Your honeymoon would've never been 
	this exciting.

		KATE
	I don't know. We were planning on 
	seeing the Astrodome.

Bandit grins and as they take off:

CAMERA PANS BACK

to the creek. As the first Sheriff's car comes roaring toward 
the edge doing at least 95. He sees the bridge is out, hits 
his brakes, goes broadside and flies over the side -- into 
the creek.

A beat and Sheriff Branford's car comes wailing down the 
road. The Deputy slams down his brakes in the nick of time 
and the car skids halfway over the edge -- hanging suspended 
in mid-air halfway over the creek.

ANOTHER ANGLE

as the Third Sheriff's car comes barrelling down the road, 
spots Branford's car hanging over the edge and brakes. But 
its rear end slings around, smashing into the rear of 
Branford's car, sending it flying into the creek. A huge 
splash, then:

							CUT TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

as they roar off the dirt road, back onto the highway, Bandit 
reaches for the CB mike.

		BANDIT
		(to himself)
	Christ, what channel are we on?...

		KATE
	Eleven.

Bandit looks at Kate as she reaches under the seat for one 
of her errant cigarettes. Then, he punches in eleven.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Bandit II. Bandit II. Give me a shout.

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Cledus grabs the mike quickly. Fred has been gnawing on the 
corner of the front seat.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	I hope that's you, buddy; 'cause I'd 
	hate to start believing in ghosts.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	What does the old Timex say?

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	She's losing minutes so you better 
	start running interference or we're 
	never gonna make it. Might I remind 
	you this was your brainstorm.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	I'll drop off my fare, hit a quick 
	choke-and-puke and be blocking for 
	you pronto.

Kate tries not to react to this.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Bandit?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Yeah, guy?

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Pick up a burger for Fred. He's going 
	crazy.
		(slaps Fred on the 
		butt)

Bandit puts the mike back and turns to Kate. Feels he should 
say something. Before he can:

		KATE
	You heard the man. Step on it.

Bandit studies her for a moment, then stomps on it.

							CUT TO:

A TRUCK STOP CAFE - A FEW MINUTES LATER

Bandit I pulls in between a row of eighteen-wheelers parked 
in front of the cafe. A few Truckers, bragging about their 
rigs, check out Bandit and Kate. They're especially taken 
with Kate's wedding gown. She and Bandit are oblivious to 
them.

		BANDIT
		(turns to Kate)
	The bus'll pick you up over there.
		(a beat)
	Uh... you got enough bread for a 
	ticket?

		KATE
	Enough to get to Jersey. I'll walk 
	the rest of the way. I've been sitting 
	a long time.
		(a beat)
	Nice meeting you. It's been a trip.

		BANDIT
		(it was nothing)
	Hey...

		KATE
	Enjoy your Kenworth.

She offers her hand and they shake. Then, Bandit heads toward 
the truck stop and Kate to the bus stop. He turns and looks 
back. She doesn't.

							CUT TO:

INSIDE THE TRUCK STOP

about fifteen Truckers inside. Buck Owens playing on the 
juke box. Pinball machines going strong.

Bandit walks in and crosses to the counter. A hot-looking 
WAITRESS with ratted hair and painted face stands in front 
of a blackboard where the menu of the day is written. She 
straightens herself and crosses to Bandit.

		WAITRESS
		(coming on)
	What's your pleasure?

		BANDIT
		(quickly)
	Couple of cheeseburgers, no 
	condiments...

		WAITRESS
	No what?

		BANDIT
	Nothing on 'em and two cups of mud; 
	one while I'm waiting.

Bandit crosses to a booth, as a couple of TRUCKERS enter and 
join another TRUCKER sitting in the booth next to Bandit.

		TRUCKER #1
	Jesus, Richmond; you look like 
	squirrel shit.

		TRUCKER #2
	You wanna drive fourteen hundred 
	miles for these cheap bastards? I 
	feel like leaving my rig in the middle 
	of the highway and tellin' them to 
	kiss my antenna.

		TRUCKER #1
	I know what you mean, good buddy.

The Waitress comes over with Bandit's coffee. He pours in a 
ton of sugar and stirs. As he takes a sip, he hears:

		WOMAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
	Hi.

Bandit whips around.

WHAT HE SEES

Kate. Standing in front of him -- sans wedding dress. She's 
now wearing tight jeans and a denim shirt with the bottom 
rolled up and knotted above her midriff. She looks foxier 
than ever.

		KATE
		(with a southern drawl)
	The bus ain't passin' through these 
	here parts for a piece.
		(sliding into booth)
	I know. You only have a second.

CLOSER ANGLE

as they sit across from each other.

		KATE
	They wouldn't take Master Charge so 
	I traded in my gown.

The Waitress comes by.

		WAITRESS
		(snippy; to Kate)
	Coffee?

		KATE
	Please.

Bandit watches as she takes a sip.

		KATE
	Jesus!!!

		BANDIT
	Trucker coffee. It's three times 
	stronger. Good for a hundred miles. 
	That, a coupla perks, and you can 
	leap tall buildings in a single bound.

		WAITRESS
		(calling O.S.)
	Order up!

		BANDIT
	That's me.

He gulps down a half a cup of coffee and rises.

		BANDIT
	See ya, Kate.

		KATE
	Ciao.

TRACK WITH BANDIT

moving quickly to the counter to pick up his order. Behind 
him; we notice one of the Truckers from the next booth gets 
up and crosses to Kate.

Bandit reaches in his pocket to pay for the order:

		WAITRESS
		(seductive)
	Sure I can't interest you in anything 
	else?

		BANDIT
		(smiles)
	Another time.

Bandit picks up his order and turns toward the door. He sees 
the Trucker talking to Kate. The Trucker's buddies have turned 
around in their booth and are all over her.

Bandit sets the food down on the counter and crosses to the 
booth.

		KATE
		(to Truckers)
	-- Believe me, fellas; I'd love to 
	schmoos, but...

		TRUCKER #1
	Don't be so conceited. You don't 
	even know us.

		TRUCKER #2
		(an ugly dude)
	To know us, is to love us.

Bandit steps between them.

		BANDIT
	Hey, how y'all doin'?

		TRUCKER #2
	Who wants to know?

		BANDIT
	Listen, guys; I'm in a rush. Otherwise 
	I'd arrange it so they had to carry 
	you outta here in doggie bags.

		TRUCKER #1
	You and what goddamn army?

The Truckers all turn to Bandit, ready to mop the floor with 
him. The restaurant is silent, except for Willie Nelson, now 
singing on the juke box. Every eye is on them. A brawl looks 
inevitable.

		KATE
		(worried)
	Bandit, please...

		TRUCKER #2
		(totally surprised, 
		almost yelling)
	Bandit?!? You're the Bandit? The 
	fella been runnin' the blue troopers 
	ragged?

Bandit looks around self-consciously. Nods.

		TRUCKER #2
	Lemme shake your hand, boy! You're 
	my new goddamn idol.

		TRUCKER #1
		(slapping Bandit on 
		the back)
	You're the rage of CB land. We been 
	followin' you for hours.

		TRUCKER #2
	If we'da known you was the Bandit, 
	we wouldn't a never lipped off to 
	your old lady.

		BANDIT
	Well, she's not exactly my...

		TRUCKER #3
		(jumping in)
	Lemme have your autograph, hoss!

Everyone in the restaurant crowds around Bandit and he starts 
hurriedly signing autographs.

		KATE
	I've done twenty-eight Broadway shows 
	and no one's ever asked me for an 
	autograph.

Then:

		BANDIT
		(to the group, starting 
		off)
	Listen, guys, I gotta cover ground. 
	I'm due in Atlanta in less than ten 
	hours.

		TRUCKER #1
	Good luck.

		TRUCKER #2
	Give our best to Jimmy Carter.

Kate slips out of the booth, as Bandit crosses back to the 
counter.

ANGLE - COUNTER

Bandit grabs his order and finds the OWNER facing him -- 
holding out Bandit's money.

		OWNER
	It's on the house.

		BANDIT
		(grins)
	Thanks.

He turns to leave.

		OWNER
	Son...

Bandit turns back.

		OWNER
	Godspeed.

Bandit smiles. Then starts out. He notices Kate is gone. 
Shrugs. Heads out the door.

OUTSIDE THE TRUCK STOP - DAY

Bandit bolts out in time to see his Cobra pulling out, about 
to take off.

NEW ANGLE

as Bandit leaps off the steps and races toward the car, just 
as it peels out. He swings the passenger door open and is 
half in -- half out, as the Cobra skids out the truck stop, 
over the curb and onto the highway. The door's still wide 
open. Bandit hanging on.

INSIDE BANDIT I

Kate's behind the wheel. She tromps on it and the car takes 
off like greased lightening. Bandit's struggling to stay in 
the car.

		BANDIT
		(hanging on)
	What the hell are you doing?!?

		KATE
		(gestures over her 
		shoulder)
	He's after us again!

Kate whips around a corner almost throwing Bandit onto the 
pavement. He grabs her arm and manages to pull himself into 
the car and slam the door. He looks back.

HIS VIEW - THRU REAR WINDOW

Sheriff Clayton's Texas Highway Patrol car is after them 
again. Siren blasting.

BACK TO SCENE

Bandit turns to Kate.

		BANDIT
	You know this guy, don't you?

		KATE
		(driving hard, eyes 
		on the road)
	I've never seen him before in my 
	life. I'm just trying to help you 
	out.

		BANDIT
	By stealing my car?

		KATE
	I would've come back for you.

		BANDIT
		(not believing)
	Yeah.

		KATE
		(turning to him, dead 
		serious)
	Yeah.

She wraps a corner doing 60, hits the highway and puts it to 
the floor. Clayton's battered up car is still coming on 
strong.

INSIDE THE CLAYTON'S CAR - MOVING

Sheriff Clayton's eyes are glazed as he tears after Bandit 
I.

		CLAYTON
		(to himself)
	I'm gonna get you, you dirty, 
	stinking, rotten sumbitch.

BACK TO BANDIT

Kate at the wheel.

		KATE
	Look, the truth is, I didn't want to 
	be dumped at the truck stop. I wanted 
	to go on with you. I needed an excuse.

		BANDIT
	You could've asked.

		KATE
	You might have said no. I have trouble 
	handling rejection.

THE HIGHWAY

Bandit I streaks past, Kate driving. A beat and a big rig, 
hauling a crane comes out of a side road. The truck moves 
slowly down the highway -- a wide load.

SHERIFF CLAYTON'S CAR

roaring up.

INSIDE THE CAR

Clayton floors it and hunches low over the wheel as he passes 
the truck -- afraid the crane's going to take off his head.

FULL SHOT

as Sheriff Clayton's car zooms under the crane, clearing it 
by a hair. But the crane rips off Clayton's lights and siren. 
Leaving only wires and a gaping hole in the roof of the car.

ARKANSAS HIGHWAY - DAY

Bandit I streaking. Kate takes a dangerous curve doing 85. 
Bandit gasps, but Kate holds her own.

		BANDIT
	Where did you learn how to drive 
	like this?

		KATE
	Like what?

He smiles.

		KATE
	My first father was a redneck. He 
	taught me how to drive fast and pants 
	people.

Bandit picks up the CB mike, flicking the crystal selector 
two stops.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Breaker, this is Bandit I, how are 
	your vocal cords?

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Cledus takes his mike. Fred is on all fours in the now chewed-
up front seat. Bouncing around.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	My vocal cords are fine, but Fred's 
	ain't. He's been barking, eating the 
	seats and driving me crackers.
		(Fred barks)
	Hear that? Where's his chow?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	On its way. Give me a coupla minutes, 
	okay?

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Do I have a choice?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	What's your twenty?

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	'Bout fourteen miles this side of 
	Mississippi.

CLEDUS' VIEW

up ahead -- an Arkansas Highway Patrol car is parked off to 
the side, hidden by a clump of Magnolia Trees.

BACK TO SCENE

Cledus brings it down to 55 and rolls past TWO OFFICERS 
standing next to their car, holding a radar gun.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	I just passed two Kojacks with a 
	Kodak.
		(then)
	Man, this highway's crawling with 
	Bears. Ain't no way we gonna make 
	Atlanta on time without you runnin' 
	blocker.

Bandit looks back over his shoulder. Then:

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	I'm still trying to ditch this Texas 
	Smokey. I don't know what the sucker 
	wants.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	What they all want -- to handcuff a 
	hero.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	As far as John Law knows, I'm just a 
	joy ridin' Georgia redneck. We keep 
	'em outta your backyard, we're cool.
		(looking back again)
	Now just give me five to ditch this 
	idiot and I'll meet you in Ole Miss.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	If you don't, we can kiss that 
	Kenworth good-bye.

Bandit replaces the mike, glances up to the rear view.

HIS VIEW - THROUGH REAR VIEW MIRROR

Sheriff Clayton -- gaining ground.

BACK TO SCENE

They're speeding around curves now, Kate doing her best to 
control the Cobra. She takes a corner too fast and too wide. 
Bandit I drifts into the oncoming lane and suddenly they're 
staring at:

A CAMPER

coming straight at them. A Mother, Father and Two Children 
all riding in the front seat.

FULL SHOT

Kate swerves back into her lane, avoiding a head-on by less 
than a split second.

		BANDIT
	I think we should switch seats.

He puts his hands on the steering wheel and his foot on the 
accelerator, but he and Kate get tangled up trying to make 
the switch.

The car goes out of control -- smashes into a guard railing 
and bounces back onto the highway.

They try to switch again. Impossible.

		BANDIT
		(fastening seat belt)
	You go ahead. This seat's more 
	comfortable.

THE HIGHWAY - DAY - HIGH SHOT

Bandit I streaking, followed in the distance by the Texas 
Highway Patrol car.

Coming down the highway, from the opposite direction -- is a 
long, long, long FUNERAL PROCESSION.

Suddenly, Bandit I swerves to the right and starts across 
the highway.

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	Mississippi's the other way!

		KATE (V.O.)
	You want to lose this putz or not?!?

With that, Bandit I zips between two limos heading the Funeral 
Procession, crosses the highway, sails over the embankment 
and swerves onto a bumpy dirt path.

CAMERA WHIPS BACK

to Sheriff Clayton's car -- roaring straight at us.

INSIDE CLAYTON'S CAR

Sheriff Clayton spots Bandit I across the highway, flying 
down the bumpy dirt path. He hits his brakes and the car 
screeches to a halt.

ANGLE - CLAYTON

forced to sit and wait, as the Funeral Procession passes 
slowly by. He's livid. Lays on the horn.

THE HIGHWAY - DAY

as the vehicles in the passing lane are all forced to come 
to a halt to avoid crashing into Clayton -- who sits in the 
middle of the highway waiting for the endless Funeral 
Procession to pass. Horns honk. People yell. Clayton waits.

THE BUMPY DIRT PATH

Bandit I bounces along, past rows and rows of tall Magnolia 
trees.

INSIDE BANDIT

Kate and Bandit bouncing from seat to ceiling.

		KATE
		(motor-mouthing)
	-- You know, I used to be a high 
	fashion model. Tried it for six months 
	and almost freaked. Makeup, silly 
	clothes, a little man saying 'darling' 
	every two seconds...

		BANDIT
	Yeah, it's tough when your cheek-
	bones are your main asset.

		KATE
		(nods, then sees 
		something O.S.)
	Uh-oh.

WHAT SHE SEES

up ahead. The path ends. There's an incline and past that a 
long low fence. There's no way around or past it.

BACK TO SCENE

Kate and Bandit look back. The Funeral Procession has almost 
passed. Clayton's is waiting. Gunning his engine. He ain't 
giving up.

		BANDIT
	I think you'd better let me...

Before Bandit can finish, Kate trounces on it, driving 
straight toward the fence.

RACING ANGLE

as Bandit I blasts toward the incline, hits it doing 70 and 
sails over the fence.

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE FENCE

we HEAR the CRACK of a baseball bat and a CENTER FIELDER, in 
full uniform, takes off after a long fly ball. He stops in 
his tracks at what he sees.

REVERSE ANGLE

as Bandit I flies over the fence and lands in the middle of 
a MINOR LEAGUE BASEBALL GAME.

The Center Fielder is absolutely flabbergasted, as Kate 
straightens out the Shelby Cobra and takes off across the 
baseball field.

She roars over second base and does a 360 fishtail in the 
middle of the pitchers mound. PLAYERS scatter in every 
direction.

NEW ANGLE - MOVING

as Kate speeds past the dugout and a CHEERING CROWD, back to 
an access road.

Up ahead. The highway. And safety.

INSIDE BANDIT I

Kate looks over to Bandit, a huge grin on her face.

		KATE
	Baseball needs a little pizzazz.

BACK ON THE HIGHWAY

The Funeral Procession finally passes and Clayton zooms across 
the highway and onto the bumpy dirt path.

BACK ON THE DIRT PATH

Sheriff Clayton's car comes to a sliding halt in front of 
the fence. He looks around for some sign of Bandit I. Nothing. 
They've vanished.

		CLAYTON
		(to himself)
	This is beginning to piss me off.

The path is far too narrow to turn around, so as he begins 
the arduous chore of driving in reverse down the long narrow 
path, knocking off his remaining hub caps on the way, we:

							CUT TO:

HIGHWAY SIGN

reading Welcome to Mississippi. A black streak whizzes past.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

Kate still at the wheel. Bandit on the CB.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	-- Gimme a twenty, pardner.

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
		(from CB)
	I'm at marker eight-five.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Son-of-a-gun. Me too.

BANDIT II

moving along the highway. Cledus looks out the sideview window 
of the big eighteen-wheeler.

HIS VIEW - THROUGH SIDEVIEW MIRROR

Bandit I coming up to his back door.

BACK TO SCENE

as Cledus signals with his arm and pulls the, rig off to the 
side of the road.

The door opens and Cledus climbs down the metal steps of the 
truck, followed by Fred. They both take a long, healthy 
stretch, as Bandit I pulls to a stop behind them.

NEW ANGLE

Bandit and Kate get out of the Cobra. Cledus is surprised to 
see her. She immediately crosses to him and offers her hand.

		KATE
	I'm Kate. You must be Cledus.

		CLEDUS
		(shaking hands, 
		awkwardly)
	Yes, ma'am.

		KATE
	How's your twenty?

Cledus doesn't get it. Bandit laughs, unwraps the hamburger.

		BANDIT
	Here you go, pal.

He holds the hamburger out for the dog, who wolfs it down in 
one bite, then goes off to relieve himself.

Cledus takes Bandit by the arm and pulls him aside.

		CLEDUS
	I thought you were dumping the chick 
	at the truck stop.

		BANDIT
	I ran into complications.

		CLEDUS
	I hate to say it...

		BANDIT
	Then don't.

		CLEDUS
		(rolling on)
	-- But everytime we've ever messed 
	up, it's because your rhyme's over-
	ruling your reason. I know you think 
	you're God's gift to waitresses, 
	but...

		BANDIT
		(interupts)
	Just don't worry about it.
		(then)
	How we doin' timewise?

		CLEDUS
	Not good enough to be standing here 
	shooting the bull.

		BANDIT
		(turns to leave)
	We're gone.

		CLEDUS
	Bandit?

Bandit turns to him.

		CLEDUS
		(referring to Kate)
	Nice ass.

Bandit grins, moves to the car.

		BANDIT
		(whistles to Kate)
	Let's hit it.

		KATE
		(crossing to Bandit I)
	Nice meeting you, Cledus. Keep on 
	truckin'.

Cledus smiles, as Bandit and Kate climb into the Cobra. Bandit 
starts the engine and they're off.

Cledus pulls a crowbar out of the rig and begins hitting all 
his tires. Checking them out. As he does this:

		CLEDUS
		(calling)
	Let's roll, Fred.

Cledus finishes the tires, but Fred isn't moving.

		CLEDUS
	C'mon, Fred.

Nothing. The dog stares at him. Cledus takes a step forward. 
Fred takes a step backward. Cledus takes two steps forward. 
And Fred takes off. Running through the woods.

		CLEDUS
		(running after him)
	Fred!!!!!!

							CUT TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I

rolling. They're silent for a long time. Then:

		KATE
	You plan on driving trucks all your 
	life?

		BANDIT
	No, actually I was thinking of 
	becoming a brain surgeon.

She laughs, as we:

							CUT BACK TO:

CLEDUS CHASING FRED

through the woods. As he's about to nab him, the Dog cuts 
right and Cledus sprawls left.

							CUT BACK TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I

Kate and Bandit. Talking. More relaxed.

		BANDIT
	-- Trucking ain't the easiest life 
	in the world. I mean, you can't make 
	it much past fifty and you sure as 
	shit don't get a gold watch when you 
	hang it all up. But I like keeping 
	on the move. You know?

		KATE
	Do I know? I'm an authority on it.

		BANDIT
	I guess if there's one lesson I've 
	learned, it's that even misery has a 
	tough time hitting a moving target.
		(then, realizing)
	I forgot your question?

		KATE
	You plan on driving trucks all your 
	life?

		BANDIT
		(shrugs)
	I... uh... I don't know. I guess 
	don't like to think about it.

		KATE
	Then let's change the subject.
		(a beat)
	What do you think about forced school 
	busing?

And:

							CUT BACK TO:

CLEDUS RACING AFTER FRED

gaining ground. A flying tackle. And he snares him. Cledus 
is out of breath and pissed. Fred licks his face.

							CUT BACK TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I

Bandit spots a green sedan with a radio-mike antenna coming 
in the other direction. He backs off the accelerator.

		KATE
	Your foot fall asleep?

Bandit shakes his head, reaching for the CB.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Bandit two, Smokey in a plain brown 
	wrapper coming your way. Over.

No answer from Cledus. Kate has no idea what Bandit's just 
said.

		BANDIT
		(explaining to Kate)
	An unmarked police car.

		KATE
	How do you know?

		BANDIT
	I know.
		(into mike)
	Bandit two, bring yourself on in.

Still no answer.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	What's the matter, Cledus? You got 
	mike fright?
		(a beat, then)
	Bandit two, do you copy?

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Cledus, exhausted and sweaty, tosses Fred into the eighteen-
wheeler and lunges for the CB mike.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Yeah, yeah, yeah? What's up?

Bandit glances up in the rear view mirror, sees the Smokey 
in a plain wrapper take an off ramp. Harmless.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Never mind. It's nothing.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Anything else you don't want me to 
	know?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Nope. Just keep those wheels churning.

Cledus hangs up the mike, starts his rig, checks for oncoming 
and pulls onto the highway. Fred's head sticks out the window, 
his ears flapping in the wind.

							DISSOLVE TO:

THE HIGHWAY - DAY - AERIAL SHOT

Bandit I and Bandit II whizzing down the highway. Picking up 
time. OVER this, Kate sings "Jolene" along with Dolly Parton 
on the radio.

							DISSOLVE TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I - LATER

Bandit notices a broken-down FORD with its hood up, parked 
off the highway. He veers the Cobra off the road, quickly 
opens the glove compartment, takes out two screwdrivers and 
hands one to Kate. She stops singing.

		BANDIT
		(explaining)
	I'm sure the Arkansas Bears put out 
	an all-points.

		KATE
		(opening door)
	You take the front, I'll take the 
	back.

							QUICK CUT TO:

A MISSISSIPPI LICENSE PLATE

fills the screen. Then the screeching of burning rubber and 
Bandit I pulls away from camera -- now wearing the Mississippi 
plates. And we:

						DISSOLVE THRU TO:

A SERIES OF LAP DISSOLVES 

Bandit I running blocker for Bandit II. Hauling ass. OVER 
this:

		A POLICE CALL
		(thick Mississippi 
		drawl)
	All units, be on the look out for a 
	black 1976 Shelby Cobra, Georgia 
	license...

And as the voice FADES, we:

							DISSOLVE TO:

MISSISSIPPI HIGHWAY - DAY

Later. Bandit I and II. Rolling.

Over:

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	Bandit two, I gotta make a quick pit 
	stop.

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
	Now what?

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	We're outta motion lotion.

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
	I'll keep streaking. Pick me up.

Bandit I takes an off ramp, as Bandit II continues sailing 
down the highway.

UNION 76 STATION

off the main highway. Bandit I pulls up to one of several 
islands in the large station. Trucks are gassing up at various 
pumps.

BANDIT I

Kate climbs out.

		KATE
	Save my seat.

She starts toward the Ladies Room as a young BLACK ATTENDANT 
struts up to Bandit I.

		ATTENDANT
	Say, Cobra: what's your pleasure?

		BANDIT
	Fill it.

		ATTENDANT
	Check the hood, my man?

Bandit shakes his head "no."

		ATTENDANT
	Aw right. This is a clean machine. 
	Yeah, I was thinking 'bout getting 
	me one of these myself. But I figure 
	I'm conspicuous enough to the police 
	as it is, so why encourage them more, 
	if you know what I mean.

		BANDIT
	Yeah, I know what you mean.

The Attendant starts pumping Supreme. Bandit leans back in 
the seat. Closes his eyes.

Suddenly, from his CB.

		A VOICE
		(over CB)
	Bandit, do you read me? Over.

Bandit snaps his eyes open. Who the hell is this? He grabs 
his mike.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	This is Bandit. Who we got on that 
	end?

INTERCUT - SHERIFF CLAYTON - TIGHT

The Texas Sheriff looks tired -- obsessed.

		CLAYTON
		(into mike)
	Just the man who's gonna see you 
	driven to your knees! Sheriff Buell 
	Clayton from Texas.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Not that I don't have any respect 
	for the law, but what's your problem, 
	man?

		CLAYTON
		(into mike)
	You.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Yeah, well I kinda figured that.

		CLAYTON
		(into mike)
	You know, you may think you're gonna 
	get away, but I promise you, everytime 
	you turn around, I'll be there, 
	breathing down your neck.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Well, if your breath is as sweet as 
	your personality, I got a lot to 
	look forward to. Adios.

Bandit hangs up the mike, as Kate comes back sipping an orange 
soda. She hops into the front seat, as the Attendant struts 
back over.

NEW ANGLE

as camera begins to slowly PULL AWAY from Bandit I.

		ATTENDANT
		(to Bandit)
	That'll be eight-seventy two.

Bandit hands him a bill.

		ATTENDANT
	-- Outta ten.

Camera has now PULLED BACK enough to see:

SHERIFF CLAYTON'S CAR

parked on the other side of the gas station. The car's front 
end has been lifted high into the air by a hydraulic jack 
and ANOTHER ATTENDANT is changing a tire and replacing a 
broken headlight.

Clayton sits in the battered Sheriff's car, having no idea 
Bandit I is in the very same station.

FULL SHOT - THE GAS STATION

as Bandit gets his change from the ATTENDANT.

		ATTENDANT
		(to Bandit)
	Have a smooth one, Cobra.

Bandit nods, throws the Cobra into gear, takes off.

RUNNING ANGLE

as Bandit I sails right past the Texas Sheriff's car.

CLOSE - CLAYTON

His head whips around, when he sees Bandit I roar out of the 
station back back onto the highway. He's absolutely stunned.

BACK TO SCENE

Clayton starts his engine and stomps on it... totally 
forgetting his front end is up on jacks. Clayton's car takes 
off on its rear wheels, sails halfway across the gas station, 
and slams head-on into a BRAND NEW CONTINENTAL.

As the Continental sails across the islands:

CLOSE - ON CLAYTON

Watching in horror. Then, trying to compose himself.

		CLAYTON
		(muttering to himself)
	It's all right. It's not your car. 
	You're doing fine. Just keep going.

							CUT TO:

MISSISSIPPI HIGHWAY - DAY

Bandit I roars back onto blacktop. Hammer down.

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	-- Looks like a clear shot to the 
	'Bama State Line.

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
	I'll believe it when I see it.

							CUT TO:

AN AERIAL VIEW

of a long expanse of Mississippi Highway. Bandit I gaining 
ground and finally roaring past Bandit II. Running blocker.

Over this:

		VOICE
		(over CB)
	Breaker. Breaker.

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	Pick it up, Breaker.

		VOICE
	Thanks for the break. Bandit, this 
	here's the Dixie Chicken.

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	What's up, Dixie Chicken?

		KATE (V.O.)
	Ask if he delivers?...

		DIXIE CHICKEN (V.O.)
	Been hearin' all 'bout y'all and 
	wanted to let y'all know, y'all got 
	the Mississippi Bears eatin' their 
	badges. They can't find hide nor 
	hair of y'all.

As Bandit I disappears around a bend in the highway, with 
Bandit II following in the distance, we:

							CUT TO:

ANOTHER SECTION OF THE MISSISSIPPI HIGHWAY - DAY

close to the Alabama State Line. Hilly. Empty. Suddenly, 
from over the top of a hill, comes Bandit I. As it races 
toward camera.

		SHERIFF CLAYTON (V.O.)
	-- This is Sheriff Buell Clayton, 
	Texas Highway Patrol. That Cobra 
	y'all been lookin' for with Georgia 
	plates, ain't got no more Georgia 
	plates. She's now running with 
	Mississippi tags. Charles. Alan. 
	Richard. Two. Seven. Three. Vehicle 
	now southbound on Interstate 82. 
	Heading for Alabama.

		MISSISSIPPI COP'S VOICE
		(thick drawl)
	-- That's a big ten-four, Texas. 
	Now, we gonna nail that joy ridin' 
	sumbitch.

INSIDE BANDIT I - A FEW MINUTES LATER

Kate finds another stray cigarette under the seat and lights 
it, as they speed toward the Alabama State Line.

		BANDIT
	I'm proud of you.

		KATE
	Yeah?

		BANDIT
	You only smoked three cigarettes 
	through the entire state of 
	Mississippi.

Then, something grabs them O.S.

WHAT THEY SEE

Three MISSISSIPPI HIGHWAY PATROL CARS. Lights swirling. Formed 
in a solid roadblock. Waiting for Bandit.

		BANDIT
	Good-byes are always tough.

He immediately swerves the wheel to the right and makes a 
sliding turn off the highway.

HIGH SHOT

The countryside. As Bandit I blasts across a grassy knoll 
and heads toward a steep hill.

ANGLE - THE HIGHWAY PATROL CARS

as they take off after Bandit I. Sirens screaming.

RUNNING ANGLE - BANDIT

Bandit slams the Cobra into first and starts up the steep 
grassy hill. There's no path. No road. He's got to make his 
own.

FULL SHOT

Bandit I and the Three Mississippi Highway Patrol cars roar 
up the steep hill. Climbing. Higher. Higher.

THE TOP OF THE HILL

Bandit I rolls over the top.

INSIDE BANDIT

as Bandit and Kate look over the other side. Almost straight 
down. Treacherous. They look back.

THEIR VIEW

The Three Mississippi Highway Patrol cars coming on strong.

BACK TO SCENE

Bandit trounces on it and the Cobra sails over the top and 
starts down the incline.

INSIDE BANDIT I - BANDIT AND KATE'S VIEW

of the roller coaster ride down. Bandit and Kate's stomachs 
dropping to their toes.

FULL SHOT

as the First Highway Patrol car reaches the top -- and without 
braking -- blasts over, sailing straight into the air.

NEW ANGLE

The Highway Patrol car crashes down on its two front wheels. 
Flips. And rolls end-over-end down the steep incline. Crashing 
into a tree, halfway down.

THE TOP OF THE HILL

As the Second Mississippi Highway Patrol car almost makes it 
to the top, its wheels start spinning in the thick grass.

The Driver loses it -- and suddenly, the car starts rolling 
backward, down the steep hill. Out of control.

THE THIRD HIGHWAY PATROL CAR

whips around the Second, as it rolls right past him -- doing 
60 per in reverse.

The Third car makes it to the top of the incline. Waits. 
Looks down.

HIS VIEW

The steep incline. The First Highway Patrol car halfway down -- 
on its back. Out of it.

And Bandit I. Roaring down the hill. Toward freedom.

BACK TO SCENE

As the Third Highway Patrol car makes a decision, flies over 
the top. And starts tearing after Bandit.

RACING ANGLE

as Bandit I reaches the bottom of the hill, makes a sliding 
turn onto a rocky road running alongside a stream.

As he roars down the road, the lone Mississippi Highway Patrol 
car reaches the bottom of the hill, slides onto the road and 
takes off in hot pursuit.

ON THE ROAD

Bandit I screaming down the road, the Mississippi Highway 
Patrol car on top of him.

		VOICE FROM MISSISSIPPI HPC
		(over loudspeaker)
	Pull over, Bandit. This road's a 
	dead end. It's all over for you, 
	boy!

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit looks up ahead. The son-of-a-bitch is right. Dead 
end.

FULL SHOT

as Bandit immediately wheels the Cobra over the embankment, 
down the other side, into the stream. He punches it and as 
water covers the Cobra, Bandit roars through the stream, 
swerving the wheel to the right, staying on rocks.

NEW ANGLE

The Highway Patrol car comes reeling over the embankment and 
splashes into the stream. It takes off after Bandit I, hits 
a rock, goes broadside and slides into deep water. Stuck.

THE HIGHWAY PATROL CAR

Water rising to the car's window, the OFFICER watches 
helplessly, as Bandit bumps across the stream, over the 
shoulder, back onto the highway and into the state of Alabama. 
Leaving only thirty feet of rubber to remember him by.

THE HIGHWAY - DAY - HIGH SHOT

As Bandit I disappears into the Alabama mountains.

A beat, and a big eighteen-wheeler rolls across the state 
line. Bandit II. Doing a cool 55. Georgia bound.

							DISSOLVE TO: 

THE ALABAMA MOUNTAINS - DAY

Bandit I weaves through the mountains. Taking turns fast. 
Making time. Passing signs that read: Curves Ahead, Slippery 
When Wet, Slow, etc.

Bandit II is keeping pace. Smokestacks blasting.

							CUT TO:

THE ALABAMA/MISSISSIPPI STATE LINE - DAY

A TOW TRUCK is pulling the Mississippi Highway Patrol car 
out of the drink, while a REPAIR CREW attempts to turn over 
the Highway Patrol car stuck halfway up the hill.

TWO ADDITIONAL TOW TRUCKS stand by, waiting to haul off the 
other Patrol cars.

NEW ANGLE

Sheriff Clayton's car comes driving up. Its front end is now 
totalled and the front window is shattered.

INSIDE CLAYTON'S CAR

Sheriff Clayton sees the commotion, pulls his car across the 
highway and parks. He climbs out, leaving the front door 
open.

		CLAYTON
		(approaching Tow Truck 
		Driver)
	What happened?

		TOW TRUCK DRIVER
	Bandit.

Clayton looks out over the mess. Winces.

Suddenly, a giant EIGHTEEN-WHEELER, hauling a wide load of 
lumber comes barrelling down the highway. Clayton's door is 
still standing open and the Eighteen-wheeler rips the "Texas 
Sheriff's" door right off its hinges, sending it soaring 
thirty feet into the air.

INSIDE THE EIGHTEEN-WHEELER

A TRUCKER with a flattop grins to himself. Cops. Fuck 'em.

							CUT TO:

BANDIT I - MOVING - DAY

Taking the curves. Holding the shoulder. Kate is lying back 
in the seat with her eyes closed. From the radio, Charlie 
Rich sings, "Behind Closed Doors." Bandit drives. Hums along.

Rain drops begin hitting the windshield. Bandit flips on the 
wipers and reaches for his CB. Turns it two stops. Now, the 
rain really comes down. An Alabama thundershower.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Bandit two, come on.

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Fred sleeps with his head on Cledus' lap. Cledus picks up 
his CB.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	I'm all ears, good buddy.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	You're gonna hit some heavy 
	precipitation in about six minutes. 
	Better let your flaps down, these 
	roads are killers when they're damp.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike, checking 
		fuel gauge)
	It shouldn't last. Gives me time to 
	take a go-go juice break.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	We'll be waiting. Over.

Bandit hangs up the mike and pulls the Cobra to a stop under 
a clump of trees.

		KATE
		(sitting up)
	Are we in Atlanta already?

							CUT TO:

BANDIT II - MOVING - DAY

Cledus spots a truck stop up ahead and backs off the hammer.

TRUCK STOP - DAY

as the eighteen-wheeler pulls in front of a gasoline pump. 
Cledus opens the door, climbs down the metal steps and 
stretches his legs. He motions for the ATTENDANT to fill her 
up, then starts toward the restaurant, passing a couple of 
rigs and a long row of chromed choppers parked in front.

INSIDE THE TRUCK STOP

four greasy walls. And that's about it except for an old, 
beaten-up pool table. Cledus enters followed by Fred. As 
usual, the jukebox is playing. This time, it's "Baby Boy" by 
Mary Kay Place.

About a dozen people sitting around, seven of which are bad-
looking BIKERS and their MAMAS. Cledus crosses to the counter. 
He's greeted by the OWNER, a fat black man. There's a CB on 
the counter.

		CLEDUS
	Gimme three sloppy joes and a coupla 
	cups of hot stuff.

		OWNER
		(taking order)
	You pass that funky Cobra on the 
	highway?

		CLEDUS
	Uh-uh. What Cobra?

		OWNER
	Some boy named Bandit's been givin' 
	the Highway Patrol shit fits.

		CLEDUS
	Oh, yeah. Good for him.

		OWNER
	I don't know where he's goin' or 
	what he's doin', but I sure hope to 
	God he makes it.

Cledus grins, then crosses to the pay phone. Fred tags along.

							CUT TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I

pulled off the highway. Rain glistens off the windshield. 
Time stands still.

		BANDIT
	Kate...

		KATE
	Ummm?

		BANDIT
	I been thinking. Maybe I should drop 
	you in Montgomery. I mean, the way 
	things are going, it might get pretty 
	hairy by the time we get to Atlanta.

		KATE
	Forget it. This is one of the longest 
	relationships I've ever had. I'm not 
	blowing it now.

He grins. From the radio:

		DISC JOCKEY
		(from radio)
	I'm gonna dedicate this next one to 
	a man out there who's capturing the 
	hearts of us all. Hey, Bandit; take 
	care of yourself and your woman. 
	Hear? It's raining out and the Red-
	Headed Stranger's singing this one 
	especially for you.

And from the radio, Willie Nelson sings, "Blue Eyes Crying 
In The Rain." Bandit and Kate look at each other for a long 
moment...

							CUT TO:

INSIDE THE TRUCK STOP

Cledus is talking on the phone, Fred waiting nearby. A BIKER 
waits to use the phone.

		CLEDUS
		(into phone)
	Hey, pumpkin pie, how you doin'? I 
	should be home real soon. Yeah, Fred's 
	fine. Still po'ed? See, time heals 
	all wounds. Anyway, just wanted to 
	check in. Okay, sweetie. You too. 
	Bye-bye.

Cledus hangs up.

		BIKER
	Hey, man; this your goddam mutt?

Cledus nods.

		BIKER
	He just bit me.

		CLEDUS
	Fred? C'mon, man; he don't bite.

Cledus begins walking back toward the counter.

		BIKER
	I said the mother bit me.

		CLEDUS
	He couldn'ta bit you. He's got better 
	taste than that.

Laughter O.S. Suddenly, the Biker tries kicking Fred. Fred 
leaps back. Baring his teeth. Scared.

		CLEDUS
	Hey, back off, huh!?!

		BIKER
	Animals like this should be put to 
	sleep.

		ANOTHER BIKER
	Yeah, let's put the poor little 
	sumbitch outta his misery.

The other bikers chime in their approval, as the First Biker 
takes a pool cue off the wall rack and starts toward Fred.

		CLEDUS
		(angry)
	Hey, pal; I told you. Cut that shit 
	out.

But the Biker isn't listening. He starts to swing the cue at 
Fred, but Cledus whirls and slams his fist into the Biker's 
pock-marked face blowing him into the jukebox. The record 
skips and jumps to Merle Haggard's "live version" of "Okie 
From Muskogee." Loud.

Instantly, the other bikers are on their feet. A TRUCKER 
stands to help Cledus and is immediately cold-cocked.

MOVING ANGLE - HAND HELD

Cledus sees he's in the middle of a powder keg -- with no 
way out. He backs up toward the pool table, grabs a cue.

		OWNER
		(yelling)
	Hey, c'mon fellas...

Cledus swings the pool cue. The bikers split up. Move around 
him. He can't watch them all. Then like clockwork, they all 
rush him. Three from the front, two from the side, one over 
the top of the pool table.

Cledus nails one of them with a pool cue to the nuts. The 
Biker screams and doubles over. A Biker flies over the pool 
table and crashes into Cledus from behind -- knocking the 
pool cue away. Another Biker rushes in, but gets Cledus' 
Frye Boot in the gut for his trouble.

But then the other two nail Cledus from each side and it's 
over. They've got him. Cledus tries to shake himself loose, 
but the First Biker, picks himself up from the jukebox, 
strolls over and lets him have it twice in the groin. Cledus 
doubles over. Onto the ground.

ANOTHER ANGLE

as the three bikers pick Cledus up and toss him into the 
air, over to the other three bikers. They catch him and toss 
him back again.

A beat, then they run toward the window, still carrying 
Cledus. They swing him back and forth. One. Two. Three. Then, 
they toss him out the window.

OUTSIDE THE TRUCK STOP - DAY

Glass shatters, as Cledus comes flying through the window, 
landing face down in the gravel. With a thud. Wait. And Fred 
is tossed out after him.

CLOSER ANGLE

Cledus slowly pulls himself up, trying to hold back his anger 
and humiliation. He begins walking. Fred follows. Camera 
stays:

CLOSE - ON CLEDUS - TRACKING

as he starts toward Bandit II. He passes something off-screen. 
The trace of a smile crosses his face. He keeps walking.

From O.S.

		ATTENDANT (O.S.)
	That's seventy-three eighty-four.

We stay CLOSE on Cledus, as he reaches into his pocket and 
hands the Attendant some bills off-camera. Doesn't break 
stride. We're still close. Tracking.

A few more steps and a bag ENTERS FRAME. Cledus takes it.

		OWNER (O.S.)
	Pay me next time through, son.

Cledus nods, takes the bag. Keeps walking. Up to the truck. 
Climbing the steps.

ANGLE - THRU WINDSHIELD - TIGHT

Cledus settles into the truck.

Fred climbs over him, into the shotgun position. HOLD on 
Cledus, as he fires up the big eighteen-wheeler. He glances 
again at something off-screen. And his smile becomes a little 
wider.

ANGLE - THE GEARSHIFT

Cledus' gloved hand jams the big rig into gear. The truck 
leaps forward. And now:

FULL SHOT

of the eighteen-wheeler, as it roars toward the long line of 
Chromed Choppers -- knocking them to the ground and rolling 
right over them. Crunch!!!!

NEW ANGLE

watching Bandit II, as it keeps on rolling. Out of the parking 
lot and back onto the highway. Leaving behind:

THE CHOPPERS

Complete wrecks. Chrome. Mirrors. Fenders. Tires. All crushed 
and mutilated. These bikes will never ride again.

							CUT TO:

THE HIGHWAY

Bandit II, rolling. Over:

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
	Bandit I, bring yourself in.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit and Kate kissing. The first time. Tenderly. The rain 
has turned to a light drizzle.

		CLEDUS
		(from CB)
	Bandit I, do you copy?

Bandit and Kate break the kiss. Look at each other. Bandit 
reaches for the mike.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	We're listening, Bandit II. Back.

INTERCUT - BANDIT I AND II

Cledus feels better. He's eating a sloppy joe with one hand 
and driving with the other. The two cups of coffee are resting 
in coffee holders, attached to the dash.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Ran into a little hassle at the eatum-
	up-stop.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	You okay?

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Just fine. What's the weather like?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	God's back on our side, so let's get 
	smokin'.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Roger. Keep the shiny side up and 
	the greasy side down.
		(then)
	Right, Fred?

Fred barks. Cledus drives on, more determined than ever.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit fires up the Cobra.

		KATE
	How 'bout one more for the road?

Bandit turns to her and they kiss again. And we:

							DISSOLVE TO:

THE ALABAMA MOUNTAINS - DAY

The roads are slick, but Bandit I and II take them hard and 
fast. Over:

		BANDIT
		(over CB)
	-- How we doing?

		CLEDUS
		(over CB)
	It's gonna be close. Real close.

							DISSOLVE TO:

ALABAMA HIGHWAY - DAY

as Bandit I and II come rolling down the mountain. Onto the 
main highway. Over this from the radio, Doug Kershaw plays a 
mean fiddle.

							DISSOLVE TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

A little later. Bandit and Kate talking.

		KATE
		(more relaxed)
	-- Actually, my heaviest relationship 
	was with a rock singer named Ramblin' 
	Bobby Holt. When I turned twenty-
	one, I went to Europe with visions 
	of being free and independent. My 
	luck, he was on the plane. I landed 
	in Paris and fell in love before I 
	could claim my baggage.
		(a beat)
	We were together for almost a year. 
	I thought he was it.

		BANDIT
	And?

		KATE
	He wasn't. One day I came home and 
	found him taking a shower -- with 
	another girl. And her sister.

Bandit whistles.

		KATE
	My very words.

		BANDIT
	Well, that's what you get for falling 
	in love with a guy who's first name 
	is Ramblin'.

Kate laughs, then:

							DISSOLVE TO:

ALABAMA HIGHWAY - LATER

Bandit I roars up behind a long line of cars and campers, 
crawling along at the prescribed 65.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit looking ahead. Trying to figure something out.

		KATE
	They should arrest people for obeying 
	the speed limit.

		BANDIT
		(picking up CB mike)
	Bandit II?

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
	Talk to me.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	We're gonna have to do a little 
	tightrope act.

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
	Let's boogie.

HIGHWAY - DAY

Bandit pulls into the oncoming lane and roars past half a 
dozen cars and campers, before sliding back in. A beat and 
he's off again.

BANDIT I - MOVING

as Bandit I pulls out, the VW in front of him pulls out too, 
forcing Bandit I to swerve around him and onto the shoulder. 
Bandit floors it, roars along the shoulder and around the 
VW.

Bandit I continues passing cars, until he's forced back into 
the correct lane by an oncoming yellow school bus.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit flicks the CB selector over two channels.

		BANDIT
	All right, Kate. You clock it and 
	let Cledus know when this school bus 
	goes through.

Kate fires up the mike. The school bus comes closer.

		KATE
		(into mike)
	Bandit two, you read me?

		CLEDUS
		(over CB)
	You're soundin' real bodacious. Back.

The school bus passes.

		KATE
		(into mike)
	A yellow school bus just flew past 
	us. I'll count up to closing time -- 
	starting... Now. 27, 28, 29, 30, 
	31...

Kate keeps her eyes on the road ahead.

THE HIGHWAY

Bandit I rolling down the highway. Kate counting OVER:

		KATE (V.O.)
	...40, 41, 42, 43, 44...

INSIDE BANDIT I - KATE'S VIEW

as she continues counting.

		KATE
	...45, 46, 47...

A black Porsche rounds the curve in the oncoming lane.

INSIDE BANDIT II - MOVING

Cledus speeding down the oncoming lane. Both hands gripping 
the wheel.

		KATE
		(over CB)
	...48... 49... Here comes a black 
	Porsche. Pull in.

Cledus looks for a place to squeeze in. The traffic is bumper-
to-bumper. He stomps on it.

HIGHWAY - DAY

Bandit II racing down the oncoming lane looking for an 
opening. And here comes the black Porsche. Straight at him. 
Finally, Cledus spots an opening and wheels the big rig in -- 
an instant before the black Porsche whizzes by.

INSIDE BANDIT II

Cledus sighs relief. Then:

		KATE
		(over CB)
	Here we go again, Bandit II.

Cledus puts the hammer to the floor.

HIGHWAY - DAY

as the big eighteen-wheeler pulls back into the oncoming 
lane and takes off. Camera eases back to:

AN AERIAL VIEW

of the Alabama Highway. Bumper-to-bumper traffic in one lane. 
Bandit I followed in the distance by Bandit II blasting down 
the oncoming lane doing at least 100 MPH.

Again Doug Kershaw plays OVER...

							DISSOLVE TO:

SHERIFF CLAYTON'S CAR - MOVING - DAY

now almost a complete wreck. The inside of the car is soaking 
wet, as is the Texas Sheriff. No time to get a new front 
door.

Clayton is having trouble seeing through the shattered 
windshield and runs right over a boulder that's fallen onto 
the highway... leaving his complete exhaust system laying in 
the middle of the highway. And now, the ROAR from his engine 
is deafening.

NEW ANGLE

as the battered-up Texas Sheriff's car comes wailing through 
the mountains and descends to meet:

THE TRAFFIC JAM

backed up for miles. Clayton pulls up behind the endless 
line of cars and campers Bandit I and Bandit II long ago 
passed.

		CLAYTON
		(leaning on horn)
	Goddammit. I'm in a goddam hurry, 
	goddammit!!!

Clayton continues slamming down on his horn, but no one 
budges. Resigned, he removes his hand from the horn. But the 
horn keeps blaring. Stuck.

As the car horn and engine continue blasting, we:

							CUT TO:

ALABAMA HIGHWAY - AFTERNOON

Bandit I and II moving down the bullet lane. Deadheading 
home. Over:

		KATE (V.O.)
	-- It's hard to believe this schmuck 
	Kyle would go to such lengths for 
	Coors beer.

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	It's not the beer. He just wants to 
	see me fail.

		KATE (V.O.)
	What kind of a guy is he?

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	The minute you see him, you'll know.

Doug Kershaw plays again, and we:

							DISSOLVE TO:

INSIDE BANDIT I

Bandit picks up the CB mike.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	This is Bandit. I'm about twenty-
	five miles outside of Georgia. Heading 
	in on Eighty-five and looking for a 
	Smokey report.

		WOMAN'S VOICE
		(from CB)
	This is First Madame, Bandit.

INTERCUT - INSIDE A MOBILE HOME

Tacky. Colored candles and incense burning. Stained glass 
contact paper over the windows.

Sitting at a bar in the front of the trailer, sipping Old 
Grandad, is FIRST MADAME. Platinum hair and a see-through 
negligee. She's talking into a CB mike.

Behind her, in silhouette, ANOTHER WOMAN in a negligee is 
undressing TWO MEN in uniform. As she removes their hats, 
ties, belts, shirts...

		FIRST MADAME
		(into mike)
	We knew you'd be coming our way and 
	decided to take care of the Bears 
	for you. You know, a little 
	personalized roadside service.

THE HIGHWAY (DIALOGUE OVERLAPS)

A PINK MOBILE HOME sits back from the highway, sporting a 
very long CB antenna. Two signs rest in the front window: 
"Truckers Only" and "Love Gas For Sale."

Parked in front of the trailer, are TWO ALABAMA STATE TROOPER 
CARS.

As Bandit I whips past:

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	Send me the bill, First Madame.

		FIRST MADAME (V.O.)
	Better yet. Why don't you pay up in 
	person?

		BANDIT (V.O.)
	Maybe I'll catch you on the flip-
	flop. Over and out.

INSIDE BANDIT I

Kate turns to him. Shakes her head.

		BANDIT
	Believe me, she's got a heart of 
	gold.

							CUT TO:

A HIGHWAY SIGN

reading: Georgia -- 20 Miles. A blur passes camera. Bandit 
I. Then a much longer blur. Bandit II.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING - LATE AFTERNOON

Kate and Bandit.

		KATE
	What are you gonna do when you get 
	home?

		BANDIT
	Sleep for a week.
		(then)
	Wanna join me?

A beat, she leans across the seat and kisses him. 
Passionately. He goes with it.

THE HIGHWAY - HIGH SHOT - AFTERNOON

As they kiss, the Cobra veers off the highway -- out of 
control. It swerves back onto the highway, across the oncoming 
lane, then back toward the shoulder. As Bandit I weaves wildly 
down the highway, it passes:

AN ALABAMA STATE TROOPER'S CAR

The TWO TROOPERS inside exchange a quick look, hit their 
siren and take off.

INSIDE BANDIT I

Kate and Bandit break the kiss when they hear the siren. 
Bandit glances up in the rear view mirror.

		BANDIT
	Thanks, Kate.

She punches him on the shoulder.

THE HIGHWAY - AFTERNOON

The Alabama State Trooper chasing Bandit I.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit spots a SIX TRUCK CONVOY moving up ahead. The rear 
truck is hauling gasoline. There are several cars between 
Bandit and the Convoy.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Breaker, Breaker. This is Bandit I, 
	coming up on a portable gas station. 
	Do you copy?

		VOICE
		(from CB)
	Bandit, this is Mister B, and I'm 
	gearjamming this rolling refinery. 
	You got another Smokey on the rubber?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	What else?
		(then)
	Can you give me cover, Mister B?

		MISTER B
		(from CB)
	Come head on, Bandit. We'll slip you 
	into the rocking chair.

Bandit looks up in the rear view.

HIS VIEW - THROUGH REAR VIEW MIRROR

The Alabama State Trooper is weaving in and out of traffic -- 
after Bandit. Blue lights swirling.

BACK TO SCENE

Bandit floorboards it, passing THREE CARS and sliding back 
into traffic, an instant before oncoming traffic whizzes by.

A beat and he's back into the oncoming lane. Passing another 
FOUR CARS and heading toward the Six Truck Convoy.

BEHIND HIM

The Alabama State Trooper passes the First Three Cars and 
darts back into line, as Bandit comes back out.

ANGLE - THE HIGHWAY

Bandit I roars up to the Convoy, the Six Trucks break ranks, 
leaving an opening in the middle.

Bandit I passes the first Three Trucks and slips into the 
Convoy. The Trucks all close ranks around Bandit I.

ALABAMA STATE TROOPER'S CAR - MOVING

as it comes up to the back door of the Convoy. The Trooper 
passes Trucks Six and Five, but Truck Four pulls out of the 
Convoy, as if to pass, just in front of the Alabama State 
Trooper.

The Trooper's car is forced off the highway, onto the 
shoulder. He floors it, passing the Convoy -- unaware that 
Truck Four has just hidden Bandit.

As the Trooper barrels down the highway, Truck Four pulls 
back into the Convoy.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

Bandit pulls out of the Convoy, passing the Three Lead Trucks.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Mister B, I don't know how to thank 
	you.

		MISTER B
		(from CB)
	Thank me by not getting caught.

							CUT TO:

INSIDE BANDIT II - MOVING - AFTERNOON

Cledus has the hammer down. Drinking coffee.

		BANDIT
		(from CB)
	Bandit II?

Cledus picks up his mike.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	I'm all ears.

		BANDIT
		(from CB)
	You're about to hit a convoy. Tighten 
	up your rubber band. The oncoming's 
	clear.

HIGHWAY - AFTERNOON

as the big eighteen-wheeler takes the oncoming lane and lets 
her roll. As he roars past the Convoy, he gives a long BLAST 
on his HORN to each of the trucks as he passes. Each truck 
responds with a BLAST.

							CUT TO:

THE GEORGIA STATE LINE - LATE AFTERNOON

The Alabama State Trooper who chased Bandit is parked off 
the highway at the Alabama/Georgia State Line.

The Trooper climbs out of his car, to stretch his legs. He 
unhooks his pistol, sits on the fender of his car. Waits.

A beat and he hears a HORN honking way off in the distance. 
He looks up to his left.

WHAT HE SEES

Bandit I zooming across the state line on a high road, above 
the highway. A hand waves to the Trooper from the Cobra.

BACK TO SCENE

The Trooper is furious. But before he can do anything, he's 
practically blown off his fender by a huge eighteen-wheeler 
blasting across the state line. Bandit II. Heading home.

							DISSOLVE TO:

GEORGIA COUNTRYSIDE - LATE AFTERNOON

Bandit I roars through the lush Georgia mountains and heads 
back toward two lane blacktop.

He hits the highway, just ahead of Bandit II. And they're 
off.

							DISSOLVE TO:

GEORGIA EXPRESSWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

Bandit I and Bandit II fly past a sign announcing: The Peach 
Tree Classic.

		CLEDUS (V.O.)
	Hot Lanta, here we come!

And we:

							DISSOLVE TO:

A GEORGIA STATE WEIGHT STATION - LATE AFTERNOON

Two GEORGIA HIGHWAY PATROL CARS are parked at the Weight 
Station. Several TRUCKS move across the scales, down the 
ramp and back onto the highway.

CAMERA PANS BACK

to Bandit I coming down the highway toward the Weight Station.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit sees the scales, slows and pulls off to the side of 
the road. He lets his motor idle, waiting for Cledus.

		KATE
	Why are you stopping?

		BANDIT
	Weight Station.

He clicks over the crystal selector another two notches and 
keys the mike.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Bandit II?

		CLEDUS
		(over CB)
	I'm here.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	You're coming up to the scale house.

		CLEDUS
		(over CB)
	I'm cucumber cool.

And Bandit II rolls past them, heading up the ramp toward 
the Weight Station.

INSIDE BANDIT II

Cledus waits, as an eighteen-wheeler, hauling mobile homes, 
rolls onto the scales.

Cledus glances over to the:

THE WEIGHT STATION SHACK - CLEDUS' VIEW

TWO WEIGHT STATION WORKERS are inside. One is checking the 
scales, the other is rapping with TWO GEORGIA HIGHWAY 
PATROLMEN.

BACK TO SCENE

as the eighteen-wheeler is weighed. Then:

		WEIGHT STATION WORKER
		(over loudspeaker)
	Okay, you're clear to roll.

The Driver moves off the scales, back onto the highway. Cledus 
eases Bandit II into first and moves onto the scales.

CLOSE - CLEDUS

waiting. Takes off his gloves. Wipes his hands on his vest. 
A little nervous. He glances up at the Station house.

HIS VIEW

The Weight Station Worker is talking to the Georgia heat. 
The Worker then moves to the loudspeaker.

		WEIGHT STATION WORKER
		(over loudspeaker)
	Pull 'er ahead and park.

NEW ANGLE

as Cledus leans across Fred and rolls down the window.

		CLEDUS
		(yelling through window)
	What's the problem?

The other WORKER starts out of the shack, followed by one of 
the Georgia Highway Patrolmen.

		WEIGHT STATION WORKER
		(over loudspeaker)
	Just pull it over, please. And have 
	your manifest ready.

		CLEDUS
		(under his breath)
	Oh, Jesus...

Cledus pulls the big eighteen-wheeler off the scales and 
into the inspection area.

The other Weight Station Worker and the Georgia Cop approach 
the truck. Cledus hands them his manifest. The Weight Station 
Worker checks it out. The Highway Patrolman looks over his 
shoulder.

		WEIGHT STATION WORKER
	Paint, huh?

		CLEDUS
	Yep.

		WEIGHT STATION WORKER
	Paint ain't usually pulled 
	independently.

		CLEDUS
	Hey, I'm a truckin' whore. They got 
	the money, honey; I got the time.

The Weight Station Worker laughs. The Highway Patrolman 
doesn't.

		HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
	Wanna open her up?

		CLEDUS
	C'mon fella, this paint's due in 
	Savannah yesterday.

		HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
	Word is some joker's running blocker 
	for an illegal load. We're just spot 
	checking.

Cledus notices the Weight Station Worker's name tag.

		CLEDUS
	C'mon, Ebersol... I've been through 
	this chicken coop a hundred times...

But the Weight Station Worker and the Georgia Highway 
Patrolman have already started toward the rear of Bandit II. 
The Weight Station Worker jumps up to unlatch Bandit II's 
back doors.

		HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
		(to Cledus)
	We're just gonna take a quick peek-
	see. You'll be outta here in no...

Before he can finish his sentence, the sound of SCREECHING 
TIRES whips his head around.

NEW ANGLE - WHAT HE SEES

Bandit I laying rubber all the way up the ramp, heading 
straight toward him.

FULL SHOT

The Highway Patrolman and the Weight Station Worker dive for 
cover, as Bandit I blasts past them, doing at least 90.

Bandit whips the wheel to the right and the Shelby Cobra 
roars around the Weight Station Shack on two wheels -- tires 
screaming.

The Weight Station Worker and Georgia Highway Patrolman rush 
back toward the Shack, completely forgetting Cledus.

ANGLE - BANDIT II

Cledus casually eases the rig into first and rolls out of 
the parking area, onto the highway.

BACK TO SCENE

Nobody notices Cledus drive off, as Bandit I continues 
screaming around the Weight Station -- tires smoking.

BANDIT I - RACING ANGLE

Bandit sees Cledus has safely returned to the highway and 
whips around the Weight Station Shack for the final time and 
hits the highway on ramp doing 100.

ANGLE - THE WEIGHT STATION

The Two Georgia Highway Patrolmen race toward their cars, 
leap and take off after Bandit I -- lights and sirens blaring.

THE HIGHWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

Bandit I roars past Bandit II, the Two Highway Patrol Cars 
in hot pursuit.

INSIDE THE LEAD HIGHWAY PATROL CAR - MOVING - LATE AFTERNOON

The Georgia Highway Patrolman on the radio.

		HIGHWAY PATROLMAN
		(into mike)
	...in high speed pursuit of a black 
	Shelby Cobra. Mississippi license 
	Charles-Alan-Richard -- two-seven-
	three. Vehicle eastbound on Interstate 
	seventy-two. Request assistance.

HIGHWAY - HIGH SHOT - LATE AFTERNOON

The Two Georgia Highway Patrol cars race past Bandit II. 
Cledus gives them a small wave. They don't notice.

BANDIT I - MOVING - LATE AFTERNOON

as the Cobra comes racing up to the rear of a long line of 
slowmoving traffic. Bandit moves out to pass and sees:

PICKUP TRUCK

coming straight at him.

BANDIT I

swerves onto the shoulder.

THE PICKUP TRUCK

does the same.

BANDIT I AND THE PICKUP TRUCK

Bandit I swerves back onto the highway. So does the Pickup. 
And it looks like a head-on for sure.

At the last instant, Bandit swerves back onto the shoulder. 
The Pickup rips past him and Bandit manages to pull the Cobra 
back onto the highway and into the free lane.

NEW ANGLE

as the Pickup Truck now is face-to-face with the First Georgia 
Highway Patrol car. They jockey for position. The First 
Highway Patrol car swerves and passes the Pickup, but the 
Second one hits the shoulder barely avoiding a head-on.

ANGLE - THE SECOND HIGHWAY PATROL CAR

as it flies over the ditch and does a complete midair end-
over-end flip -- landing in a ditch. Out of the chase.

THE EXPRESSWAY OVERPASS - LATE AFTERNOON

Bandit I races toward the overpass, the Georgia Highway Patrol 
car three hundred yards behind.

Bandit I takes the hairpin turn full out and goes into a 
four wheel drift. Bandit manages to maintain control and 
punches it in mid-slide, blasting the Cobra through the turn, 
onto the Expressway below.

CAMERA HOLDS

as the Highway Patrol car tries the same feat, loses control 
and crashes into the chain link divider.

THE EXPRESSWAY - FROM ABOVE

Bandit roars onto the Expressway, sailing right past A GEORGIA 
STATE TROOPER'S CAR, parked on the shoulder, waiting for 
speeders.

The State Trooper fires up his engine and with red lights 
twirling and siren wailing, pulls out after Bandit I.

Just as he does, the Georgia Highway Patrol car comes racing 
by and they slam into each other -- knocking both cars twenty 
feet each way.

Both cars straighten out and wait for the other to take the 
lead. The Trooper starts off. So does the Highway Patrol 
car. The Trooper stops, so does the Highway Patrol car. This 
goes on for several beats until they both start off at the 
same time -- and smash right into each other again.

HIGH SHOT - THE EXPRESSWAY

as Bandit I races down the Expressway, the Two Police cars 
finally get it together and take off after him.

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit weaves in and out of traffic. Glances out his side 
mirror.

ANGLE - THROUGH SIDE MIRROR

The Georgia Highway Patrol car and the Georgia State Trooper 
racing down the Expressway, cars pulling onto the shoulder 
so they can pass.

ANGLE - EXPRESSWAY ON RAMP

A large red sign reads: WRONG WAY - DO NOT ENTER. Bandit I 
blasts by the sign and enters the on ramp. Going the wrong 
way!

INSIDE BANDIT

Bandit hugging the shoulder. Kate hugging the seat. Petrified.

THEIR VIEW

ANOTHER HIGHWAY PATROL CAR is coming down the ramp -- headed 
straight for them.

FULL SHOT

The Highway Patrol car isn't giving ground, as Bandit I roars 
toward him.

		KATE
	Oh, dear God in heaven!

THE TWO CARS

racing toward each other. Neither giving ground. A dead-on 
Chickie Run.

Finally, at the last possible instant, the Highway Patrol 
car swerves to the right, crashing through the guard railing 
and sailing into:

MIDAIR

The Highway Patrol car flies through the air and crashes 
down on the back of a moving FLATBED TRACTOR TRAILER.

The Flatbed Truck just keeps driving. Not even noticing.

THE EXPRESSWAY - RACING ANGLE - LATE AFTERNOON

Bandit I, still going the wrong way. Up ahead -- an Expressway 
full of cars -- headed straight for Bandit I.

Bandit floorboards it, flies over the center divider and 
ends up on the other side of the Expressway, just ahead of 
Bandit II.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING - LATE AFTERNOON

as they race down the Expressway, flying past another 
billboard announcing: The Peach Tree Classic.

Bandit wipes his brow.

		BANDIT
	What'll we do for excitement on our 
	second date?

Before she can answer, from the CB:

		CLEDUS
		(over CB)
	Bandit I, let me offer my heartiest 
	congratulations and a piece of advice.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	What's that, pardner?

		CLEDUS
		(over CB)
	Don't take that foot off the hammer, 
	'cause you got wall-to-wall Bears 
	about to pour over you like maple 
	syrup.

Bandit looks up in his rear view mirror.

WHAT HE SEES

Behind him, FIVE NEW GEORGIA HIGHWAY PATROL CARS, coming on 
strong.

FULL SHOT - THE EXPRESSWAY

as the Five Highway Patrol cars hit their sirens and wail 
past Bandit II, on their way after Bandit I.

Bandit I quickly veers off the Expressway onto a crossing 
highway. The Police cars all follow.

And Bandit II, continues whipping down the Expressway. Atlanta 
bound.

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

as he flips the CB channel over to 19.

		BANDIT
		(to Kate)
	I think it's time to call a mayday.
		(into mike)
	Breaker. Breaker. This is Bandit to 
	Hot Pants. Come back.

A beat.

		HOT PANTS
		(over CB)
	Why should I?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Because I need your help, sweet thing.
		(glancing back, the 
		five Smokeys gaining 
		ground)
	And I need it bad.

INTERCUT - A DRIVE-IN RESTAURANT

A teenage hangout. Really hopping. Country and Western MUSIC 
blaring from the radios of Pickup Trucks, VW Vans, Sports 
Cars, etc, all parked in front of the restaurant. Almost 
every vehicle sports a CB antenna.

CAMERA FINDS a beautiful WAITRESS, holding a CB mike, 
stretched out of a Customized MODEL A. Inside the Model A, 
the Driver is eating a hamburger. The beautiful Waitress is 
HOT PANTS.

		HOT PANTS
		(into mike)
	I'm working, Bandit. Besides, what's 
	the matter? Won't your new girl friend 
	help you?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Hot Pants, please. I'm gonna be flying 
	by in about five minutes with Smokey 
	on my tail. Can you lock it off behind 
	me?

No answer.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	What do you want me to do, Hot Pants? 
	Beg?

		HOT PANTS
		(into mike)
	Yes.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	I'm begging.

		HOT PANTS
		(into mike)
	I want you to know I'm doing this 
	against my better instincts.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	But you'll do it?

		HOT PANTS
		(into mike)
	I'll do it.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	I owe you a big one, Hot Pants.

		HOT PANTS
		(into mike, sexily)
	You sure do.

Bandit hangs up the mike and turns to Kate.

		BANDIT
		(before she can say 
		anything)
	Yes, I actually dated a woman who 
	still wears hot pants.

							CUT TO:

THE EXPRESSWAY - LATE AFTERNOON

Bandit I whizzes past camera. Wait. Then here comes the 
Highway Patrol. They've picked up reinforcements. Ten in 
all.

							CUT TO:

THE HIGHWAY - IN FRONT OF THE DRIVE-IN - LATE AFTERNOON

Hot Pants has gathered all the cars from the drive-in and 
lined them up along both shoulders of the highway. Some are 
facing east. Some west. The drivers all wait in complete 
silence.

Finally, in the distance, the sound of sirens. Coming closer.

LOW ANGLE - THE HIGHWAY

as a speck rises over a hill and comes barrelling down the 
center divider, doing at least 120. A beat and a dozen more 
specks top the hill and roar down the highway in pursuit.

The specks quickly take form. Bandit I followed by a dozen 
Georgia Highway Patrol cars. The vehicles parked along the 
shoulder all fire up their engines on cue. And wait.

NEW ANGLE

Bandit I roars past the cars parked along the shoulder.

The instant Bandit I clears, the vehicles pull off the 
shoulder and begin moving down the highway -- eastbound and 
westbound -- all doing a conservative law-abiding 55.

THE HIGHWAY PATROL CARS

come roaring down the eastbound lane and find the road totally 
blocked by teen-age traffic going both ways. They're stuck. 
Even the shoulders are blocked by cars from the drive-in. 
Just in case.

And as Bandit I disappears around a distant curve:

							CUT TO:

EXPRESSWAY ON RAMP - LATE AFTERNOON

Camera follows Bandit I as it shoots down the highway and 
back onto the Expressway, just ahead of Bandit II.

INTERCUT - INSIDE BANDIT I AND II

Everyone breathes a sigh. Bandit clicks over the CB.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	How's the clock, Bandit II.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Ticking away, but it looks like a 
	clear shot to Hot Town. Green lights 
	and white lines all the way.

Kate turns the rear view mirror towards her and straightens 
her hair. Bandit glances over.

		KATE
	Hey, this could be the biggest house 
	I ever played to.

Bandit smiles as both he and Cledus trounce on their pedals.

As Bandit I and II take off, Atlanta bound, we:

							CUT TO:

TWO GEORGIA STATE POLICE CHOPPERS

flving high over the highways leading into Atlanta. Over 
this:

		CHOPPER PILOT'S VOICE
	Paydirt!

AERIAL VIEW

from the chopper. Bandit I and Bandit II blazing a trail 
toward Atlanta.

THE CHOPPERS

as they swoop down toward camera.

		CHOPPER PILOT'S VOICE
	-- We just picked up the Cobra 
	eastbound on Interstate 72 heading 
	for the Peach Tree Classic. Over.

		COMMANDER'S VOICE
	All units converge.

And now:

A BIRD'S EYE VIEW

of the Atlanta Expressway arteries. Every type of law 
enforcement vehicle in the area -- STATE TROOPERS, LOCAL 
POLICE, HIGHWAY PATROLMEN, the works -- are blowing down the 
Expressway. Blue, Red and Yellow lights swirling.

CAMERA SWOOPS IN

closer and picks up Bandit I and II. Driving like crazy. 
Leading the pack.

The Peach Tree Classic Track looms ahead.

CLOSER STILL - MOVING

as TWENTY-SEVEN POLICE CARS converge behind Bandit I and II, 
forming an endless line of flashing lights.

As the Two Bears in the sky fly in low over the Convoy, we 
go:

INSIDE BANDIT I - MOVING

The sounds of SIRENS and the WHOOSH of choppers is deafening.

		BANDIT
	Talk about being popular...

Then he looks up ahead. And is speechless.

WHAT HE SEES - THE ENTRANCE TO THE FAIRGROUNDS

Under a huge billboard announcing "The Peach Tree Classic" -- 
is a greeting party. TEN COP CARS block the entrance gate to 
the raceway. Twenty cops form a line in front of their 
vehicles. TV cameras are poised.

BACK TO SCENE

as Bandit fires up the CB.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	I hate to say it, man; but I think 
	it's over. Time to lay down our hand.

INSIDE BANDIT II - MOVING

Fred is now on all four in the front seat. Tail slapping 
back and forth. Barking like crazy.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Are you loco, pardner!?! We've come 
	this far.

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	Yeah, but...

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	When we agree to do a job, we do it. 
	Right?

		BANDIT
		(into mike)
	But they're waiting for me. They 
	don't even know Cledus Snow exists.

		CLEDUS
		(into mike)
	Well, they're gonna. It's time this 
	gearjammer rode to glory.
		(then)
	Now, move aside; good buddy. I'm 
	coming through.

And Cledus puts it to the floor.

NEW ANGLE

as the huge eighteen-wheeler takes the bullet lane and passes 
Bandit I, almost blowing off its doors.

THE CONVOY - MOVING

led by Cledus in Bandit II. Roaring toward the race track 
gate. Hammer down. Stacks open. Horn blaring. Bandit I right 
on his tail.

And behind them, twenty-seven bubble gum machines lighting 
up the Georgia countryside.

FAIRGROUNDS ENTRANCE GATE

The COPS see Bandit II -- eighteen-wheels of terror -- roaring 
down the hill and headed full steam toward them.

ANGLE - THE COPS

Some run to their cars as fast as they can, start 'em up and 
scatter. Others just run as fast as they can, period. Utter 
chaos!

BANDIT II - RACING ANGLE

as it comes barrelling toward the entrance gate, cutting 
right through the remaining Police cars -- sending them 
reeling.

Then the big rig blasts through the entrance gate, demolishing 
it and sending timber flying sky high.

NEW ANGLE

Bandit II heads for the race track smoke stacks blasting.

A beat and Bandit I, followed by half of Atlanta's Smokeys, 
comes roaring through what's left of the entrance gate.

IN THE STANDS

The "Peach Tree Classic" is in progress. Stock Cars racing 
full speed around the track. But the CROWD'S attention is 
turned toward the entrance gate.

ANGLE - KYLE BRAND AND HIS SON DICKEY

sitting in a front row box. Kyle has binoculars up to his 
eyes.

ANGLE - THRU BINOCULARS

Bandit I and II roaring straight toward the stands.

BACK TO KYLE AND DICKEY

Kyle lowers his binoculars and turns to his son.

		KYLE
	That crazy sumbitch made it.

		DICKEY
	Congratulations. You just became a 
	legend maker.

FULL SHOT - THE TRACK

Stock cars whipping around the curves, as Bandit I and Bandit 
II cut a path across the infield and roar onto the track -- 
screeching to a halt directly in front of Kyle's box.

BEHIND THEM

The Stock Cars swerve, slide and sail onto the infield -- 
trying to avoid collisions.

The Convoy of Police Cars, their sirens blasting and their 
advertising still swirling, are forced to stop -- as the 
Stock Cars pile up in front of them. Flags go down. The race 
is abruptly halted. A helicopter still hovers low overhead.

ANGLE - THE STANDS

The doors of Bandit I and II fly open and Bandit, Kate and 
Cledus all pile out and head for Kyle's box.

CLOSER ANGLE - THE BOX

All eyes are on Bandit, Cledus, Kate, Kyle and Dickey.

		KYLE
		(trying to act casual)
	You got my barley pop?

		BANDIT
	What do you think?

		DICKEY
		(toothy smile)
	Have any trouble getting here?

		BANDIT
	About one to five years worth.

		KATE
		(turning to Bandit, 
		stunned)
	One to five?

		BANDIT
		(hopefully)
	Maybe six months with good behavior.
		(resigned)
	One to five.

		KYLE
		(coughs, then)
	Well, I guess I gotta hand it to 
	you.

He reaches into his pocket and brings out a shiny new set of 
keys. He then gestures toward the sidelines. They all turn.

WHAT THEY SEE

The late afternoon sun sparkles off the chrome smokestacks 
of a brand-new KENWORTH EIGHTEEN-WHEELER.

BACK TO SCENE

Kyle hands Bandit the keys.

Behind them, the POLICE have all jumped out of their cars -- 
(which now, along with the stock cars, cover the entire 
infield -- ) and are rushing toward Bandit and Cledus.

		DICKEY
		(toothy grin)
	I wonder if they'll let you take a K-
	Whooper to prison?

		CLEDUS
		(to Kyle)
	Mind if I cream your son?

		KYLE
		(to Bandit)
	Don't sweat it. I'll have y'all out 
	on bail in no time. Fools like you 
	are valuable.

NEW ANGLE - TRACKING - ACROSS THE TRACK

as Bandit, Kate and Cledus start across, toward the oncoming 
rush of police.

As they walk:

		BANDIT
		(to Kate)
	Well, at least it hasn't been boring.

		KATE
	Well, thanks for the lift.

		BANDIT
		(it was nothing)
	Hey...

There's a long pause. The cops are now closing in. Cledus 
walks toward them -- arms outstretched.

		BANDIT
		(after an uneasy beat)
	What can I say?

		KATE
	Promise me you won't fall in love 
	with an inmate.

He grins. The cops are on top of them. Handcuffs on Bandit. 
Kate moves forward, pushing the cops out of the way. And 
kisses Bandit.

THE STANDS

as five thousand people cheer.

NEW ANGLE

Suddenly, a deafening ROAR is heard O.S. and all heads turn 
to see:

SHERIFF CLAYTON'S CAR

storming through the gate and across the infield. The Texas 
Highway Patrol car is almost a complete wreck. So is the 
driver.

The car comes to a skidding halt and Sheriff Buell Clayton 
leaps out. He heads straight toward Bandit -- fists clenched.

		CLAYTON
		(screaming)
	Get your hands off my daughter!

		BANDIT
	Your what?

Clayton takes about five more frenzied steps, then suddenly 
drops to the ground. And faints. Out cold.

Everybody rushes forward, thinking the poor son-of-a-bitch 
is dead.

		KATE
		(to Bandit)
	He's just exhausted.

		BANDIT
	That man is your father?!?

She nods. Then:

		KATE
	I should've told you, but you would've 
	thrown me out, right?

		BANDIT
	Absolutely.

		KATE
		(speeding)
	Listen, he's nuts. I mean certifiable. 
	But believe it or not, he once looked 
	great in Levis. That's why my mother 
	married him. But like all good 
	things...
		(then)
	I know what you're thinking.

Bandit says nothing.

		KATE
	What are you thinking?

		BANDIT
		(looking over at 
		Clayton, still out 
		cold)
	You gotta admire the man's 
	determination.

She hugs him. A beat and the cops push Bandit and Cledus 
into the back seat of the lead squad car.

As Two Cops move around the front, Kate leans in the rear 
window.

INSIDE THE SQUAD CAR

Bandit and Cledus. Handcuffed.

		KATE
		(to the guys)
	Well, was it worth it?

Bandit and Cledus look at each other. Then nod. Then laugh. 
Kate laughs with them.

Then the Two Cops hop in the front seat, as the other Twenty-
Six Smokey's head for their cars.

		KATE
		(to Cledus)
	I'll take care of Fred.

And now it's almost over. The Cop starts up the engine. Kate 
and Bandit look at each other for a long moment.

		KATE
	See ya, Bandit.

		BANDIT
	See ya, Kate.

Kate backs away from the window, as the squad car pulls out, 
followed by the endless line of Atlanta's finest.

Their sirens now silent. But their advertising still flashing.

And now, as we pull further and further away, watching the 
whole event become history...

We hear:

		VOICE ONE
	- Breaker, Breaker. This is Banana 
	Peel.

		VOICE TWO
	- Yeah, Banana Peel, go head on.

		VOICE ONE
	- Did ya hear they nailed the Bandit?

		VOICE TWO
	- Yeah, I heard. But they won't 
	hold him for long. Anyway, he sure 
	gave them sumbitches a run for their 
	money.

And:

							FADE OUT:

				THE END


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