Morris MOANS dismally–
Jerome…you think these can
His shoes are badly scuffed, the leather
torn across the top–
I think they’re dead, man.
God, I’m sorry.
Shit — it’s so rough out
Just then a PATROL CAR cruises by. The
COP regards them suspiciously. Morris
and Jerome snap to attention–
You lock the door, baby?
They pile into the Caddy, pull out.
(51) EXT. HIGHWAY — NIGHT
The CADDY blazes by in the night. The
CITY LIGHTS glimmer spectacularly in the
(52) INT./EXT. CADDY — NIGHT
Jerome drives. Morris and Vanity sit in
the backseat. He gazes at her ardently–
Jerome snaps a look in the rear-view —