"In writing fiction, the more fantastic the tale, the plainer the prose should be. Don't ask your readers to admire your words when you want them to believe your story." - Ben Bova [ more quotes ]

"SMOKEY AND THE BANDIT"

Screenplay by

James Lee Barrett, Charles Shyer

and

Alan Mandel

Story by

Hal Needham and Robert L. Levy

EARLY DRAFT



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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