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                         SPARTAN




                     a screenplay by

                       David Mamet




copyright (c) 2002

by David Mamet

FADE IN:

EXT. WOODED HILLSIDE. DAY.

We see the drawn face of a young woman. Camera tracks with
her as she runs through the thick woods. She is exerting
herself heavily as she moves up a steep hillside. She looks
behind her quickly, and continues.

ANGLE, we see a young man, and then another, running through
the woods, out of breath. They are dressed in filthy BDU's,
and show several days growth of beard. The leader stops for
a moment, and looks around. The two men separate.

ANGLE, the  young woman, who has come to a small ledge, over
a ravine.  She stops, panting, and bends over, to attempt to
catch her  breath. She looks around, and looks back, her back
to a steep  wall, a steep drop before her.

ANGLE, the first young man, having come up to the spot
vacated by the young woman. In the BG we see his colleague.
He looks down, and sees movement in the brush below him, in
the ravine. He starts to descend, and then looks up.

ANGLE, the young woman, pulling herself up the steep
rockface. The young man regains the ledge and looks up.
Camera takes him around a bend in the ledge.

Standing here we discover ROBERT SCOTT. He is somewhat older
than the two men, he is very fit, also dressed in filthy
BDU's. He is making a note in a small notebook, which he
closes. Now, the two men look across the ravine at the young
woman, seen disappearing over a ridge.

                       SCOTT
                  (quietly)
             ...you better catch her...

The man looks around, and begins climbing up the rockface
behind him, pulling himself up, hand over hand by the roots
of trees. Several feet up, he falls on his back. He tries to
work himself to his knees and winces in pain. He looks to
Scott for help.

                       SCOTT
             ...your Dad's napping on the
             sofa, your Mom's watching Let's
             Make A Deal, and God is Dead.
             What do you expect me to do...?

                       YOUNG MAN
                  (very weakly)
             ...I'm tired, Sir...Sir, there's
             no way...

                                                              2.


                      SCOTT
            There's always a way...Don't You
            tell me there's no way...

A pause, as the man tries again to get to his feet. Scott
looks up at the young woman on top of the ridge and gives
her a "hold" gesture. She stops, at his command. Scott nods,
as if to himself, and then kicks the young man in the ribs.
The man starts, his eyes grow, and he gets to his feet.

                      SCOTT
            How 'bout that? That's called
            'Adrenaline'. You said you Wanted
            In.

He moves into the now-standing young man, and hits him, not
heavily, but convincingly, several times.

                      SCOTT
            This is where you get in. The
            mugger don't care. The shooter
            don't care...get up...Or I will
            beat you to death on this fucken
            hill...Now: you better Catch her...

He motions with his head. In the BG we see the young woman
nod, and begin running again. We see her, for a moment,
breast a hill, and disappear again...

ANGLE, on the young man, as he looks at Scott, empty, now,
of self-pity, as if he just realized something.

                      SCOTT
                 (responding to his look.
                 As if to say "That's right.")
            There's nothing but the mission...

The young man begins to climb the rockface.

HOLD on Scott for a moment.

INT. TRAINING FACILITY. DAY.

A large, hand-painted sign hangs on the cinderblock wall of
the rough building. It reads:

                    These are the precincts of pain.
                    A goddess lives here.
                    Her name is Victory.

In front of the sign walks the young woman we saw earlier.
She is exhausted, she has a towel wrapped around her neck.
Camera takes her to Scott, who is holding a cup of coffee,
and making notes in the small notebook we saw earlier.

                                                             3.


She stands, waiting, as she finishes his note.

                         SCOTT
            Well done.

                      YOUNG WOMAN (JACKIE BLACK)
            A signal honor to work with you,
            sir.

                      SCOTT
            Thank you, Sergeant.

He starts away from her, and she raises her hand slightly,
to indicate she has something more to say. He turns back to her.

                      JACKIE BLACK
            Sir: Day or Night. Black or White.
            You reach out for me. "Black,
            Jaqueline A. US 24191489."

                      SCOTT
            I'll remember, Sergeant.

She nods, and walks off. Scott walks toward a mess tent. He
is joined by George Blane, a very military-looking figure of
an older man. He wears an informal fatigue outfit, mismatched
jacket and trousers, without insignia. Scott is greeted by
him, as they walk toward the mess tent. Scott shows the
notebook to Blane, and Blane refers from the notebook to
what we see are a group of eighty young men, in the mess
tent, two of them the men we saw on the hill. Blane takes
the notebook and walks off, as Scott enters the mess tent.

ANGLE HIS POV, Scott enters the tent. Several of the young
men react to him. He nods to them. Among them, we see the
young man Scott berated on the hill, who rises and comes
over to Scott.

ANGLE, on Scott, who sits, as a uniformed man brings him a
tinfoil tray with some food on it. Scott takes out a
stiletto from his pocket, presses a button and the blade
emerges. He begins to use it to cut up his meat. The young
man from the hill, Anton, stands sheepishly near Scott, till
Scott turns, acknowledging him.

Anton takes a card out of his pocket, the size of a credit
card, old, creased cardboard: It reads, "Rogers Rangers,
Rules for Engagement. 1782". There is a line drawing of a
man with a musket, and we read, on the card, beneath it,
boldtype rules for fighting guerilla style. Written on the
card, in old faded ink, "SGT. Anton, M. US. 3149584, United
States Special Forces." The young man (Anton) shows the card
to Scott.

                                                           4.


                      SCOTT
                 (of the card)
            What's this then?

                      ANTON
            It was my father's, sir.

                      SCOTT
            He carry it Over There?

As they speak, we see, in an insert, the printed rules -
"Dated 1759". "Rule 4: Tell the truth about what you see and
what you do - there is an army depending on us for correct
information. You can lie all you please when you tell other
folks about the Rangers, but don't never lie to a Ranger or
an Officer".

                        ANTON
            Yes, sir.

                      SCOTT
            He come back?

                      ANTON
            Yes, sir. He did.

                      SCOTT
                 (nods. Pause)
            Well, so.

Scott pauses again. As he looks at the young man, who is
obviously unable to express his gratitude, and sense of
occasion.

                      SCOTT
            You carry that card, son. It
            might save your life.
                 (Anton nods)
            ...You could use it to light a
            fire, or something...

Blane's Aide calls the men to order.

                      BLANE'S AIDE
            The Candidate Cadre will fall in
            on the White Line...

The men start to come to their feet, and leave the mess tent.

                      ANTON
            I just wanted to say, sir...That,
            to meet you...

                                                              5.


                      SCOTT
                 (rising, as he gives
                 the Ranger card back
                 to Anton)
            You never met me. You've been up
            for a week. You're seeing Snakes...

The exhausted men come to their feet, and into a line. They
are happy, and joking with one another. In the BG we see
those who failed the course, sitting apart, file onto a bus
which has just pulled up.

ANGLE on a young man, who looks out of the window.

ANGLE HIS POV. Twenty or so similarly exhausted men, with
dufflebags, are being shuffled onto the bus.

ANGLE, on the young man, Anton, as he exits the tent, who
stands next to Scott, outside the tent. Scott stands next to
an old, but pristine Mustang Cobra. He withdraws a small
dufflebag from the front seat, and looks up to see Anton
standing next to him.

                       ANTON
                 (looking after the
                 departing, failed men)
            ...I can't imagine how they live
            with it...

ANGLE on Scott. As he thinks a very brief moment, as if
reluctant to become philosophical, and then turns back to Anton.

                      SCOTT
            Make sure you can't imagine it,
            cause, if you can, it's just one
            step to doing it.

Anton shakes his head, sadly, at the spectacle of the failed
men.

                      SCOTT
                 (pause)
            ...they'll be back where they
            came from by Morning, and all
            this is just a Bad Dream.

                      ANTON
            My name is...

                                                             6.


                      SCOTT
            Do I need to know?
                 (pause)
            If I want Camaraderie, I'll join
            the Masons.
                 (pause. Then, summing
                 it all up:)
            There's just the mission.

Beat. Anton steps away.

                      BLANE'S AIDE
                 (as he glances down at
                 his clipboard)
            Congratulations on completion of
            this evolution. I know you would
            probably like some sleep, but I
            do not think you'd mind sparing
            ten minutes for Induction.

The camera pans over the smiling faces of the eight very
proud young men.

ANGLE on Blane and Scott, off to the side.

Beyond them, we see the bus holding the failed candidates,
filling up.

                      BLANE
            Thank you, Bobby.

                      SCOTT
            Not at all, Sir...

                      BLANE
            ...You going home?

                      SCOTT
            ...weather permitting, Sir...

                      BLANE'S AIDE
                 (in the distance. As
                 camera tracks with
                 Blane and Scott)
            ...as I call your names:
                 (he consults his clipboard)
            Grossler, Anton...

These two men steps forward.

ANGLE, on Anton, nodding to himself at the proudest moment
of his life.

ANGLE, CU Scott, looking at him.

                                                                7.


Camera takes Blane and Scott into a cinderblock building
which houses a shooting range. We see various housefronts,
and storefronts, and targets. A long table along one wall
holds a coffee urn. Blane draws two cups of coffee.

Through the open door we see Anton and Grossler, smiling,
entering the building. Anton comes into the room, and smiles
at Scott.

We see Scott look away, sadly. He shares a look with Blane,
drains his coffee cup, crumples it, throws it away. Blane
gestures to Scott, meaning, "Shall we begin?" Scott
hesitates for a moment, and then nods.

FOCUS.

ANGLE, on Scott, in the BG, as Blane steps forward to
address the two candidates.

                        BLANE
                  (over his shoulder, to
                  an Aide)
             ...would you bolt the door,
             please...?

Scott gestures to the Aide, "One Moment".

                        BLANE
                  (to the candidates)
             ...are you tired, Gentlemen?
                  (the two young men smile)
             This is the completion of the
             evolution:
                  (beat)
             Only one of you may join the
             unit. The first man through that
             door will be inducted.

He gestures at a far door in the room.

ANGLE, on Scott, as he looks at the candidates, as they get
the picture.

Beat.

                       SCOTT
                  (to himself, quietly)
             ...yeah...you wanted to know the
             'secret knowledge'...

CU Scott  as he looks, interrogating the   two men, weighing
them, as  they look at each other. Beat.   Grossler starts to
advance  on Anton, in a fighting crouch.   Scott gestures to
the Aide  that that was what he wanted to   see.

                                                              8.


The Aide lets Scott out of the back door.

EXT. CINDERBLOCK BUILDING. DAY.

Scott, showered, in civilian clothes, a lumberjacket and
jeans, comes out of the building, carrying a small, yellow
duffle-bag. He opens the trunk.

He takes the yellow bag, and puts it into the trunk which we
now see contains woodworking tools - old levels and planes
and saws. He closes the trunk. We see the young woman from
the first sequence, now in civilian clothes, conferring with
a colleague. She nods at him, and he responds. As he starts
to get into the car. A squad of exhausted men is marching
past. As they come to a halt one of the men turns in the
direction of Scott.

                      DRILL INSTRUCTOR
                 (to that man)
            What the hell are you looking at?
            There ain't nobody there...

EXT. CONSTRUCTION TRAILER. DUSK.

A young worker in a hardhat, by a large gravel pit, at which
we find several earthmovers, idle. He is standing by a high
chainlink fence topped with barbed wire.

ANGLE HIS POV. Some half-mile away, the Mustang, heading in
his direction on a rough road. The young worker opens the
lock on the chainlink fence and swings it open.

We see a sign "McGarrity Construction Company" on the gate.

The young man walks back toward a construction trailer. We
see a red light blinking on a telephone on top of a littered
desk. The young worker enters the trailer hurriedly, and
opens a cabinet which we see contains several assault rifles,
and grenades. Another phone, its red light blinking, is
found in the cabinet. The young worker picks up this phone
quickly.

                      YOUNG WORKER
                 (into phone)
            ...Frontgate...

We see his face grow serious, as he begins to write on a pad.

INT. MUSTANG. DAY.

Scott, driving, comes around a bend.

                                                              9.


ANGLE HIS POV. The construction trailer up ahead. We see the
young worker come out of the trailer, and stand in the road
giving a "Stop" signal to the car.

ANGLE EXT. THE CAR. We see Scott bring the Mustang to a stop,
and get, inquisitively, out of the car. We see the young
worker run up to him and hand him a sheet of paper. Scott
takes the paper and begins to read.

He looks up, to ask a question of the young worker. We see
the worker begin to respond, his body language saying
"That's all I know." As he starts to speak his words are
drowned out by the sound of a helicopter. Scott looks up.

ANGLE HIS POV. A helicopter, flying low.

ANGLE INT. THE HELICOPTER. A man in civilian clothes points
out Scott, on the ground, to the Pilot. Through the canopy
we see Scott and the construction canopy down below. The
helicopter goes into a tight turn.

ANGLE Scott. Above him, the helicopter goes into its turn,
and begins to descend in a field some fifty yards away.

ANGLE, the sheet of paper Scott holds. Is reads: "All hands."
Over the throbbing of the helicopter, we see Scott giving
directions about the car, to the young worker. Camera takes
Scott to the trunk, which he opens, and from which he
retrieves his gym bag. He hands the keys to the young worker,
and takes off, running, to the helicopter.

ANGLE, on Scott, as he is pulled up aboard, and the
helicopter takes off.

ANGLE, over the worker, watching the helicopter disappear.

INT. HELICOPTER. NIGHT.

Scott, asleep. As the helicopter banks low over the Charles
River and Harvard College. A Crewman shakes him awake.

ANGLE, EXT: the helicopter descends into the field of a
football stadium. A black suburban is waiting.

EXT. BOATHOUSE. CHARLES RIVER. NIGHT.

Seen through the windshield of a car.

ANGLE, a black, government Suburban pulls outside the
boathouse. We see scaffolding being erected outside the main
entrance.

                                                            10.


Scott and several types in suits get out of the Suburban,
and proceed toward the door, over which is hung a large,
paint-spattered drape. A sign on a stanchion reads
"Temporarily Closed For Repairs".

ANGLE, INT. THE BOATHOUSE. The group pushes through the
drape, beyond which we see several men in suits, holding
assault rifles.

An older government type, MILLER, followed by an AIDE, walks
up to meet the group, the Aide motions to the armed guards
that Scott is to be admitted, that he is "okay". Miller
gestures to Scott that it will just be a moment. The Aide
hands Scott a sheaf of papers, and leads him through the
boathouse. We see the long skiffs up on their rests, the
Charles River beyond.

ANGLE on Scott. As Scott looks through the papers. Around
him we see communications equipment being hurriedly assembled.

ANGLE INSERT. The top sheet shows a color photo of a
phenomenally lovely redheaded girl in her teens. As Scott
talks, he leafs through the sheets to reveal several photos
of her and a man, obviously her father, holding her hand.
One is a print of a glossy magazine article.

                      SCOTT
                 (of the photo, nodding
                 to himself, as he reads)
            "...Betty Coed, has hair of red
            for Harvard..."

                      AIDE
                 (of the top photo)
            It's not current.

                      SCOTT
            Why not...?

ANGLE on them as they arrive at a small equipment room.
Through the door we see a young government type, Gaines, his
suitcoat off, his shoulder holster empty, being interrogated
by several colleagues.

                      AIDE
            It seems she got a makeover today.
            We're working on it.

He hands a small log book to Scott, and points to an entry.
Scott looks down the entries, and glances up, now and then,
at the man being interrogated.

                                                          11.


                      SCOTT
                 (reads)
            4PM. Cut n'Curl...

                      AIDE
            Gave her a crewcut, dyed it
            platinum blonde...

                      SCOTT
                 (glancing up at the
                 man in the chair)
            Met with her boyfriend at ten.
            Then...?

The Aide shrugs, meaning, "That's it..."

                      SCOTT
            ...he's on Post until he turned
            her over to the Nightwatch...?

                      AIDE
            He says he was...

                      SCOTT
            Who else you got...?

Miller gestures to an associate, who comes forward, passing
photos to Scott, as Miller goes to look through the glass at
the young man being interrogated.

                      AIDE
            ...we got the boyfriend, Michael
            Blake.

                      SCOTT
            ...where is he...?

We are shown a photo of an Ivy League preppy chap around 18.
He is on a sailboat.

                      AIDE
            Was not in his dorm last night,
            we're shaking the trees...And...
                 (Scott is passed
                 another photo)
            Professor Gerald Sloane, notably
            chummy with his female students,
            of which she was one. Weekend
            home, Martha's Vineyard...

                      SCOTT
            ...for sure...?

                                                             12.


                      AIDE
            Been there since Friday.

We see a photo, obviously from a school catalogue, of a
youngish bearded man, in front of a blackboard. We see
Miller in the BG finish his meeting and turn to the group.

                      MILLER
            I'm light. I'm light, people...I
            need another team on the
            Professor, I need an overwatch
            on the boyfriend...

The Aide hands him a sheet of paper, obviously a roster.

Scott, looking at the board. He puts down his head for a
moment, and blinks his eyes, trying to clear his head.

                      MILLER
            You just come from the Cadre.

                       SCOTT
            Yes sir.

                      MILLER
            How long since you've slept?

                      SCOTT
            Not significant.

                      MILLER
            You take a team, and Bulldog.
            Are you up for it?

                      SCOTT
                 (absently, as he looks
                 over the materials he
                 has been given)
            Sir, "this Marine pisses av gas
            and farts blackpowder, Sir."

                      MILLER
            Thank you for coming, Bobby.

                      SCOTT
            Are you kidding, sir...?

An Associate comes over and hands him a piece of paper.
Miller shakes his head.

                      MILLER
            I don't have the bodies. Call em
            in...call em in...

                                                             13.


ANGLE on Scott. CU. As he watches the interrogation of
Gaines in the next room. The young man begins to pick up his
coffee cup, and we see that it shakes.

ANGLE on Scott, as he gestures to Miller to look through the
glass, at the young man being interrogated, who is now seen
to be wiping his brow, and shaking his head. The young man
tries to take a sip of coffee, and spills it, inadvertently,
down his shirtfront. Scott exchanges a glance with Miller,
and walks into the equipment room, to the interrogation.

The man being interrogated, the government type, Gaines, is
in his early thirties. He is sweating and obviously
frightened. An Aide comes and stands by Scott.

                      AIDE
                 (whispering)
            His post was Harvard Yard.
            Harvard Yard, Northeast Corner,
            Lowell House, across from her
            dorm. Nightwatch relieved him
            there, Midnight...

ANGLE, on Miller in the interrogation room. Miller nods to
Scott, meaning "You know what to do."

ANGLE on Gaines, as Scott enters, the interrogators step
back for Miller, who is obviously their superior. He motions
them to continue.

Camera holds Scott throughout the following interchange,
with the suspect and questioners seen reflected in the glass
of the door.

                         INTERROGATOR
            Once more:

                      GAINES
            She, uh. She had lunch with her
            father.

                      INTERROGATOR
            Lunch with her father - you
            seconded to that detail?

                      GAINES
            No, sir. I just had her.

                      INTERROGATOR
            "...you just had her..."

                      GAINES
            I. Uh...uh. I had her all day.
            Tucked her in. At Ten. And she...

                                                      14.


                      INTERROGATOR
            ...yeah, "she had a tiff with
            her boyfriend..."

                        GAINES
            Yes. I...

                      INTERROGATOR
            Michael Blake -
                 (he holds up a photo
                 of a preppy fellow)


                      MILLER
            What was it about?

                      GAINES
            I think it was about her...her...
                 (he makes gestures of haircutting)


                      MILLER
            Her haircut...
                 (Gaines nods)
            So it wasn't a serious...?

                      GAINES
            No, no.
                 (pause)
            No.
                 (pause)
            And then I,
                 (he covers his mouth
                 as he speaks)
            I held the post until relieved...
                 (he gestures at his
                 notebook, as if to
                 support him)


Miller motions at Scott.

                      MILLER
            Well, then, we've got a little
            problem.

                      GAINES
                 (shaking his head in denial)
            I was there.

                                                            15.


                      MILLER
                 (reading)
            23.12 Hours, 19 May. Harvard
            Yard, Northeast Corner, Lowell
            House, reveals no Secret Service
            Presence, neither this post nor
            adjacent...
                 (he looks through his notes)
            ...a second tour, 23.30, reveals,
            similarly...

                      GAINES
            I was there, Sir.

                      MILLER
                 (to Gaines)
            Who's lying?
                 (pause)
            You or him?
                 (pause. Gaines slightly
                 averts his head.)


ANGLE on Miller, who gives an infinitesimal sign to Scott
who steps forward and slaps Gaines across the face.

                      SCOTT
            You son of a bitch, I've got
            fifteen years in, and three kids,
            and you're gonna sit there, and
            lie away my Pension...

He makes a move toward Gaines.

                      GAINES
            I...

                      SCOTT
            ...don't you tell me you were
            there...

                      GAINES
            I was On Post...

                      SCOTT
                 (as he moves towards
                 Gaines seriously)
            ...you lying swine...Don't you
            tell me you were On Post!

Miller gestures to a couple of the types who take Scott out
of the room and sit him forcefully, in a chair...cautioning
him to stay still.

                                                           16.


Miller now stands by him.

HOLD on Scott who uses the pause to review the documents he
holds, the photos of the girl, of the Boyfriend, of the
Professor. He picks up another glossy magazine showing the
redheaded girl - the caption reads "America is Seeing Red".

                      INTERROGATOR
            Shall I tell you what's gonna
            happen to you, when we find you out?

                      GAINES
            ...I...
                 (he gets up and walks,
                 wearily, toward the
                 windows, and turns)
            I...Uh...

                      INTERROGATOR
            Were you fucking her...?
                 (pause)
            We're gonna find out...

                      GAINES
            No, I...um...

                      INTERROGATOR
            ...Where Is She?

Scott turns, to Miller, who is seen, beyond the door, in
conference with several government types.

Scott leaves the room, and is seen, on the outskirts of the
conference.

                      MILLER
            We've got until her Monday
            Morning Class, and then it's
            Meet the Press; and "Where is
            she...?"
                 (he shakes his head)
            Who's got the Professor...? Where
            is he...?

                      AN AGENT
            Martha's Vineyard.

                      MILLER
            Who's got him?

                      AN AGENT
            Jones and Shannon.

                                                            17.


Throughout this section camera holds Scott. As he looks
through the file, the various photos, and notations, and
takes notes in as small pocket notebook, in which we also
see the small cardboard card of "Rogers Rangers Rules of
Engagement".

                      MILLER
                 (to the group)
            Wake him up, shake him up. He
            don't want to talk...
                 (he holds out his hand,
                 and an Aide puts some
                 papers into it)
            Here's what we have him doing
            with his Female Students, show
            'em to his wife...The Photo...?
                 (one of the agents
                 brings in two photographs)
            Here is the last known photo...of
            the girl.

HOLD on Scott, at the back of the group, taking notes. We
see him holding several newsclippings. One of them shows the
girl, and the headline reads "America is Seeing Red."

We see the photo blown up, of the ravishingly beautiful
young girl with long red hair. It features a small, red
enamel crescent earring. The second photo shows the same
girl, in the same pose, but now her hair is short and
platinum blonde and spiky. The agent opens two boxes and
begins distributing the photos to the group.

                      MILLER
            The lab ran it up, based on the
            testimony of the beauty shop. We
            have not told Boston or Cambridge
            PD, nor have we...

An agent comes up and hands him a sheet of paper.

                      AN AGENT
            The Professor...

                      MILLER
                 (to the associate)
            You had him in his home...

                      AN AGENT
            Sir, we were in Error, we...

                      MILLER
            Where is he...?

                                                             18.


                      AN AGENT
            Best guess puts him on his boat.
            Last seen out of West Tisbury,
            Martha's Vine...

                      MILLER
            Find him. Put the guard on him.
            Get me an overflight.
                 (generally)
            I'm light, I'm light, people.
                 (he points to an associate)
            Shake the Trees. I'm light,
            here...I'm 25 men light. Get 'em
            in. Who's got the
            Coastguard...What's the name of
            his boat? Professor Gerald Sloane...

An Aide comes in, hurriedly.

                      AIDE
            It's the boyfriend. He's moving...

Miller points at Scott, who rises.

                      SCOTT
            I've got him...

                      MILLER
                 (coming over to Scott)
            ...I've got two days to run in.
            Before the Press wakes up.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he responds to the
                 inherent request in
                 Miller's voice)
            Whatever it takes, sir...

Miller nods his appreciation.

Scott exits, and we HOLD on Miller giving orders to his group.

EXT. HARVARD YARD. NIGHT.

Two students, walking through the yard. They acknowledge a
uniformed security guard, who walks, with his back to us.

A slight, Asian young woman, her arms full of books, walks
toward the camera, hurrying. She indicates something, back
over her shoulder, and the guard, who is in front of the
camera, walking away, veers off in that direction.

                                                             19.


EXT. VESTIBULE, HARVARD DORM. NIGHT.

A young man (MICHAEL BLAKE) is, furtively, working on
jimmying open one of a set of mailboxes. He senses something,
and turns.

ANGLE HIS POV. The Security Guard (Scott) standing just
beyond a glass door, looking in at him. Scott enters, coming
to camera.

                      SCOTT
            Could I see your hands, son...?

The Boy, Blake, moves his hands away from his body, to show
a screwdriver. Scott motions him away from the mailbox,
which we see is in the process of being demolished. Scott
reads the name on the mailbox.

                       SCOTT
            L. Newton.
                 (pause)
            You lose your mailbox key, Mr.
            Newton...?
                 (pause)


                      BLAKE
            Um.

                      SCOTT
            You a student here?

                      BLAKE
            Yes.

                      SCOTT
            Could I see some identification,
            please...? Mr. Newton?
                 (Scott takes out a
                 walkie and begins to
                 talk into it)
            Ten-Twelve patrol, requesting...

                      BLAKE
            No, please...please...
                 (pause)
            Please, Oh, God.

He starts to advance on Scott, who draws a nightstick, and
keeps him at bay.

                      SCOTT
            Calm down, Son. It's gonna be
            what it's gonna be...

                                                          20.


                      BLAKE
            One minute, could I please talk
            to you for one minute...Look
            look look: I broke up with My
            Girlfriend...

ANGLE EXT. THE VESTIBULE. The young Asian girl, now walking
with a male friend, pass in front of the vestibule. Beyond
them we see Blake and Scott, as Blake motions to the mailbox,
and moves to the mailbox and takes out a letter.

ANGLE INT. THE VESTIBULE. On Scott, as he watches Blake take
a letter out of the jimmied mailbox.

                       SCOTT
                 (of the letter)
            Laura.
                 (he rereads the
                 nameplate on the mailbox)
            Laura Newton?
                 (pause)
            Laura Newton? Is that 'the' Laura
            Newton...?

                      BLAKE
            We broke up. Alright? Laura
            Newton. They know who I am.

                      SCOTT
            Who?

                      BLAKE
            The Secret Service.

                      SCOTT
            The Secret Service?

                      BLAKE
            That's right, that's right. They
            know who I am. You...They've
            "cleared" me.

                      SCOTT
                 (gesturing to the
                 jimmied mailbox)
            They didn't clear you for this.

                      BLAKE
            You, you hear me out, and, if
            you want to, Then...
                 (pause)
            Okay? Okay???
                 (pause)

                                                             21.


                        SCOTT
              I have to call it in.

                        BLAKE
              Please...please. Five
              minutes...That's all I want.
              Please. Please...She
              would...she...
                   (his face brightens at
                   the new idea)
              Maybe she's in her room!

                        SCOTT
              You tried the bell, you called
              her...

                        BLAKE
                   (as it dawns on him)
              Maybe she's ill...

INT. CORRIDOR, HARVARD DORM. NIGHT.

Blake and Scott, as they walk up to a door. Scott knocks on
the door.

                        SCOTT
              ...Mzz Newton...?
                   (pause)
              Mz Newton...this is Campus
              Security...

He begins to fumble with keys at his belt.

ANGLE INT. THE ROOM. Several agents, obviously involved in
investigating the room, wearing plastic gloves, stop. One,
silently, unlocks the door.

We   see Scott enter the room, "miming" using a key, and turn
on   the light and look inside. We take him to her desk, where
he   finds several photos of her and her father - and a note
on   he desk, reading "Dear Dad-Thanks for coming-signed %-)".

We see the boy, Blake, out in the corridor, unable to see
into the room.

                        SCOTT
              Mz Newton...?
                   (pause)


ANGLE, in the hall, as Scott and Blake stand there, a young
girl comes down the hall and stops, opposite her room.

                                                             22.


                      YOUNG GIRL
            Hey, Mike. Sprised to see you
            there.
                 (smiles)
            That was some Vicious Performance...

She smiles brightly and goes into her room. Scott looks at
Blake.

EXT. HARVARD YARD. NIGHT.

Blake and Scott sitting on a bench in the deserted yard.
Scott holds the envelope and the letter, on which we see
this symbol %-) and begin to read: "This is a sham. Your
view of the world is not cockeyed, but corrupt. You cunt.
And you deserve everything that is going to happen to you..."

                      BLAKE
            ...I was just...trying to
            retrieve the letter.

ANGLE, on Scott, as he looks at the letter.

                      SCOTT
            ...this is not very nice language.
                 (pause, Blake looks away)
            How old is this girl?

                       BLAKE
            She's...just turned 18.
                 (Scott shakes his head,
                 sadly. pause)
            I was mad.

                      SCOTT
                 (of the letter:)
            ..."everything that's going to
            happen to her"...What was going
            to happen to her?
                 (pause)
            You hurt her...?
                 (pause)
            Did y'hit her, son...?

                      BLAKE
            Hit her? No. I...
                 (he gestures to the note)
            I called her...I called her a
            whore...I...

                      SCOTT
            Why...?

                                                          23.


The boy bangs his head. Scott, as he rises, brings Blake to
his feet.

                      SCOTT
                 (as if realizing "This
                 is the question")
            Where is she?

                      BLAKE
                 (as if the question
                 had not occurred to
                 him previously)
            She must...she must...she must
            have gone home...

                      SCOTT
            Why...?

                      BLAKE
                 (gesturing around, quietly)
            Because the Secret Service, isn't...

As they walk by a parked van, we cut inside the van. Where
we see a Secret Service type. Through the windshield we see
Scott gesture "Do Not Intervene."

ANGLE, on Scott and Blake, as they walk down the near-
deserted Mass Ave.

                      SCOTT
                 (of the sign on the
                 letter,the "Picasso"
                 sign, that is %-}. He
                 turns the sign
                 rightside up to show
                 it is a 'cockeyed smile')
            What is this sign?

                      BLAKE
            It's how she signs her letters.
                 (smiles)
            Cause she looks at everything
            cockeyed...Like Picasso - she
            said they called her "Picasso".
                 (pause)


                      SCOTT
            Who called her that...?

                                                             24.


                      BLAKE
            You know, her, her...
                 (remembering)
            He saw her yesterday! Maybe
            she's...maybe she's with him!

                      SCOTT
            Why'd you fight with her, Son...?

                      BLAKE
                 (pause)
            She, uh, she got her hair
            done...She cut it off. She dyed
            it blonde. I said she looked
            like a slut...and...
                 (pause)


                       SCOTT
            Beautiful young girl like that.
            We've all seen her pictures.
            What'd you care how she dyed her
            hair?
                  (pause)
            What'd you care...? Why's that
            make her a slut...?
                  (pause)


                       BLAKE
            She...
                  (pause)
            Uh...

                      SCOTT
            She seeing another fella...?
                 (as he moves closer, confidingly)
            ...just between us. Off-the-
            record, son...

ANGLE, INT. THE VAN. We hear the conversation, and see the
tape machine moving.

                      SCOTT (V.O.)
            ...I was young once, too.

                      BLAKE (V.O.)
            I...

ANGLE EXT. THE VAN. Blake and Scott.

                                                          25.


                      SCOTT
            I know that nothing hurts worse
            than that. She seeing another
            guy...?

                      BLAKE
            I...
                 (pause)
            There's this, um...Teacher...I
            shouldn't, I, I shouldn't tell
            you this: She...

                      SCOTT
            She sleeping with a teacher...?

                      BLAKE
            She says she isn't. I said she
            looked like a slut. She wants to
            fuck old guys, she should go to
            The Regency. Go all the Way.

                      SCOTT
            The Regency, what's that?

                      BLAKE
                 (as if everyone knows
                 this place)
            S'the Club, by the Fenway...it's
            like a joke at school, it's like
            a rumor: this or that girl, made
            a thousand bucks, went with a
            businessman for One Night...
            Look: it's a Lover's Quarrel. I
            said something I regret. I sent
            her a note which I regret, and I
            assure, you, Officer. If...
                 (pause)
            If you would...

ANGLE. From inside the windshield of the van we see, through
their body language, that Scott is "giving the boy a break",
the boy is very thankful. Scott is admonishing him and the
boy is contrite. Now Scott begins to walk away, and we see
him minutely, signal to the van, we see the driver of the
van pick up a phone and speak softly into it.

ANGLE, Scott, walking down a sidestreet. The boy in the BG,
we see the young Asian girl, take up a tailing position some
half-block back of the boy, as a car glides to the curb. And
Scott gets in.

ANGLE, tight on Scott in the car, as he rubs his eyes,
beyond exhaustion. The car pulls away.

                                                          26.


He gives several instructions to the young man driving, and
then leans back, eyes closed. He opens his eyes again, and
we see him mouth, insistently, "The Regency". The driver nods.

INT. BOATHOUSE. NIGHT.

As Scott enters. The activity is more widespread than
previously. An agent walks him into the fray.

                      AGENT
            No morgue. No hospital. No note.

                      SCOTT
            The parents?

Agent, nods, shrugs.

                      AGENT
            The mother,
                 (makes a "drinking" gesture)
            You know where she is...He's
            holding up...
                 (as an afterthought)
            He was in town yesterday. To see
            her.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he shakes his
                 head - to clear it)
            He was?

                      AGENT
            ...we snuck him in, and out.

We see Miller, in the BG, in a hurried conference, nod at Scott.

                      MILLER
                 (looking at a chart)
            "The Colophon - 36-foot sloop".
            Where is she...?

They walk off, an Aide talking to him.

                      AIDE
            ...the Coast Guard has a watch
            over this area:
                 (he points to the chart)
            And they have scheduled the
            Colophon first...

Scott and the Agent stop in front of the interrogation room,
where we see the agent, Gaines, a guard over him. Gaines is
sitting, looking as if he had been weeping. The guard
addresses Scott and the other agent.

                                                             27.


                      GUARD
            He copped to it.

                      SCOTT
            He copped to what?

                      GUARD
                 (of Gaines)
            Off-post - punched out early to
            go boffing his girlfriend.

Scott shakes his head as if to say "How about that..." The
agent holds a photo of a very lovely Eurasian woman in a
business suit, and shows it to Scott.

                      AGENT
            Hope she was worth it...

                      SCOTT
            Uh huh.

Scott stands wearily, watching several large men berating
the seated Secret Service Agent. An agent appears with a
tearsheet showing the ad for "The Regency Club". We see the
ad for exotic young companions, and the address is Boston.
Scott gives instructions to the Aide.

ANGLE INT. WASHROOM. Scott, having stripped off his shirt,
is washing himself at the sink. The "Regency" ad, and a
description of the club is pasted with water to the mirror
before him. We read, in the mirror: "REGENCY. 243 Charles
Street, Boston, Mass. Owners of Record..." Et Cetera. In the
mirror we see the Aide bring a fresh shirt and a tie to
Scott. Scott turns, as the door swings, and he sees, in the
BG, ANTON, just entering the establishment.

ANGLE INT. THE BOATHOUSE. A Swat team is laying out its
weapons and assault gear, on a long table.

HOLD on Anton, who is standing, unassigned, and looking it.

We see, on an improvised bulletin board, photos of the Boy,
Blake, the Professor, and the Girl, blown up from a
newspaper shot, and in various photos. As we watch an Agent
walks up with a box full of photos, and tacks one up on the
board. It is an altered shot showing the young girl with
short, spikey platinum hair.

ANGLE on Scott, dressed in a clean shirt, a tie, as he takes
a photo from the box. We see him put it next to the original,
blonde photo, and look at both.

                                                            28.


                      AGENT
            We ran it up from a description
            of the colorist from the Beauty
            Parlor...

                      SCOTT
            Gimme your coat.

The Agent takes off his suitcoat, and gives it to Scott, who
puts it on.

ANGLE, on Scott, as he holds the photos, and the Regency
description. He walks toward the door, through the mass of
agents. He stops by Miller, who is on the phone, looking at
a photograph of the Professor, as a tech hooks up a video
feed of a house on the water, the Professor's house. A photo
of a sailboat is tacked up. We read 'The Colophon' on its stern.

                      SCOTT
                 (to Miller)
            I need five thousand dollars.

Miller gestures "Just a Moment", and then waves to an Aide,
meaning "Do It".

                      SCOTT
            How long do we have? Sir?

                      MILLER
                 (shakes his head)
            It hits the papers, and we're done.

                      SCOTT
            No...note? No...

Miller shakes his head, he holds up the "Regency" note...

                      SCOTT
                 (nodding)
            I've got it...
                 (to Miller)
            Can I have some backup?

Miller, gesturing around the room, meaning "what you see is
what you get". All the occupants of the room are engaged on
some task, save Anton, who sits alone on a bench. Scott
looks at Anton, who glances at Scott, trying to keep the
appeal out of his glance, "Please take me".

                      SCOTT
                 (to Anton)
            We're scraping the bottom of the
            barrel here, aren't we?

                                                             29.


                        ANTON
            Yes. Sir.

Scott looks at Anton and shakes his head. He is summoned to
the front of the room by a young woman, who is putting cash
into an envelope. Scott comes over to her, and we see her
filling out a slip of paper. She hands him the cash in the
envelope, and the slip of paper.

                      YOUNG WOMAN
            I need you to sign it.

                      SCOTT
            You sign it.
                 (He scans the room
                 again, shrugs, and
                 motions to Anton)
            Come on, Wallflower...
                 (Anton rises and walks
                 over to him)


Scott turns to Anton.

                      SCOTT
            Now: your mouth shut. Your eyes
            open, and form on me...Here's
            where we're going...

There is the sound of a gunshot. Scott and Anton
instinctively take cover against the side of the building,
drawing their sidearms.

HOLD TIGHT on Scott. As he looks through the half-open door.

We see several of the Swat men, taking up positions, one of
them kicks open a door, and his partner enters. Pause. We
hear the partner call "clear".

ANGLE, on Scott, as he re-enters the building, and proceeds,
pistol out, toward the room.

ANGLE HIS POV. On the floor, we see the dead Secret Service
Agent, a pistol in his hand.

We see Miller turn to his team. An Agent kneels to the
fallen Secret Service Agent, and prods a small hideout
pistol from his hand. Scott turns to leave, and sees Anton
standing next to him.

                                                            30.


                      SCOTT
            Don't look at him. Don't look at
            the Downed Man. He's dead...
                 (as he turns his back
                 on the scene)
            Kick the fool overboard...

ANGLE on Anton and Scott as they leave. In the BG we see
Miller et al. Miller giving directions.

                      MILLER
            ...who is the girl he went to
            see? Get her in...The girl he
            was fucking...Who's got the
            Coastguard...

TIGHT on Anton and Scott as they exit the building.

                      SCOTT
            I'd hate to be the Lucky Duck
            who frisked him...
                 (beat)


                      ANTON
            He was off-post when they
            snatched the girl?

                      SCOTT
                 (as he looks at the
                 fallen agent)
            Yeah. Well, apparently, he felt
            bad about it...

EXT. REGENCY CLUB. NIGHT.

A garish neon sign, beneath which we see a couple exiting,
getting into their limo. Scott, in his sportcoat, walks up
to the large and threatening bouncer at the velvet rope to
the club. We see the bouncer bar his way, and gesture to his
watch, meaning "closing up".

ANGLE INS. Two one-hundred dollar bills are passed to the
bouncer.

ANGLE, Anton, in a cab across the street, looking on.

ANGLE INT. THE REGENCY CLUB. Several well-dressed couples
are leaving. A group of raucous, drunk businessmen types
push past them. Scott walks up to the bar. The Bartender is
beginning to ring out the cash register. In the BG we see a
manager eye Scott, and continue to direct the closing
operations.

                                                          31.


                      BARTENDER
            Closing up...
                 (he points to his watch)
            Can't sell you booze after 3 AM.

                      SCOTT
                 (laying money on the bar)
            No, no. I just came buy to pay
            you that money I owe you.

He gestures to the bills on the bar. The Bartender swoops
them up, and gestures to the back bar, meaning "What'll you
have?" Scott points to a bottle of Bourbon, the Bartender
pours for him.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he drinks)
            ...how about them Sox, huh...?

                      BARTENDER
            Yuh. Whaddaya gonna do...?

                      SCOTT
            "Curse of the Bambino".

                      BARTENDER
            ...that's right.
                 (pause)


                      SCOTT
            Nice place you got here.

                      BARTENDER
            You from out of town...?

                      SCOTT
            Yeah, you know, actually, I was
            just looking for my Daughter...

                      BARTENDER
                 (as he smiles)
            ...that's what you're looking
            for...?

                      SCOTT
            ...I. Uhh...

                      BARTENDER
            ...ask, because a lot of out-of-
            town guys, come in, lookin,
            someone else's daughter.

                                                           32.


                      SCOTT
            No, I...Oh, no...

                      BARTENDER
                 (smiling)
            You sure...?

                      SCOTT
            Abso, absolutely...

He brings out his case, with the photo of the platinum-
haired girl. The Bartender comes over and glances at it.

ANGLE XCU on Scott as he looks incisively at the Bartender,
who displays no flicker of recognition.

                      SCOTT
            ...girl like that been in
            tonight...?

                      BARTENDER
            ...pretty girl...

                      SCOTT
            None prettier.

ANGLE on Scott, who looks around the club. We see him eyeing
the lovely young scantily clad waitresses, who return his
looks with disdain. The Bartender, observing him, comes back
to him.

                      SCOTT
            Yeah...I'm looking for a girl
            like that...

                      BARTENDER
            ...You're sure it was your
            daughter...? B'cause, a lot of
            guys, come in here, guys your
            age, go home with some...some
            rather 'younger' girl...

The Bartender smiles.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he leans forward)
            Well, why would a, one of these
            'younger girls'. What would they
            want to do with me...?

The Bartender leans close and hesitates. Scott takes out
several more bills and passes them to the Bartender.

                                                               33.


He hesitates a second, as if to say   "You wouldn't fuck me,
would you...?" The Bartender signs,   "I am your man", the
Bartender takes the bills and leans   close and whispers to
Scott, indicating someone over in a   dark corner.

In this corner, as the lights are flicked up, we see a
youngish man in very expensive casual clothes, an American,
dressed like Eurotrash, sitting talking with the man we saw
earlier was the Manager. As Scott approaches, we see the
Manager, knowingly, drift off. Beat. The young man (ZIMMER)
rises from the booth, and tugs himself into neatness, and
stops, as if bemused by Scott.

                      ZIMMER
            'Howdy, Pard'.

                       SCOTT
            Hello. I wonder if you could
            help me...

                      ZIMMER
                 (as he yawns and looks
                 at his watch, as he
                 pushes past Scott)
            I love you, Baby, but the
            season's over...

Zimmer starts for the front door, and Scott falls into step
with him.

                      SCOTT
                 (gestures at the Bartender)
            ...my friend says that
            you're...you're sort of a
            'matchmaker'...

                      ZIMMER
            Izzat what he says...?

Camera takes the two out of the front of   the club, where
Zimmer tips the bouncer, who his putting   on his coat,
preparatory to going away for the night.   Zimmer begins
walking into a parking lot, where we see   several run-down
employee's cars, and his, Zimmer's prime   Mercedes. Scott
tags along.

                      BOUNCER
                 (as he walks away, to
                 Zimmer, of Zimmer's car)
            I put her back in your space...

                      SCOTT
            I was looking for a girl...a
            young girl...

                                                             34.


                      ZIMMER
            Aren't we all.

                      SCOTT
            My, my, my, my, my, my question
            was: why would a young girl want
            to go out with an older man like
            me? And, if you could "answer"
            that...

He takes out money from his pocket. Zimmer begins to speak
slightingly, dismissively to the 'hick'.

                      ZIMMER
            Look, Bub...

Zimmer starts to open his car door. He turns back to Scott,
and we see, Zimmer's POV, Anton, standing behind Scott, at
the doorway to an alleyway. Obviously backing Scott up.

ANGLE CU, Zimmer reacts infinitesimally, to the sight of Anton.

ANGLE XCU, Scott, sees him, and slams him against the side
of the car. Zimmer reaches through the half-open door, and
comes out with an automatic pistol in his hand. Scott kicks
him in the stomach, Zimmer tries to raise the hand with the
gun, and Scott throws him to the ground, the pistol falls on
the concrete.

ANGLE on Scott as Anton emerges from the alley. Scott
directs him to drag Zimmer into the alleyway, near a
dumpster. Anton thrusts his hand into the car and starts to
reach for the dropped pistol.

                      SCOTT
            Don't touch the piece, don't
            touch the piece, don't touch the
            piece, th'out your gloves on...

ANGLE INT. THE SMALL ALLEYWAY. As Anton now pulls off
Zimmer's sportcoat, and begins emptying the pockets. Scott
interrogates Zimmer.

                      ZIMMER
            ...I think you broke my arm.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he shows the photo
                 to Zimmer)
            You seen this girl before...

                      ZIMMER
                 (of his arm)
            ...I think it's broken...

                                                          35.


                      SCOTT
            You seen her tonight...?

Zimmer turns away from the photo.

                      ZIMMER
            ...I think it's...

                      SCOTT
                 (to Anton)
            Pull him up...

Anton pulls Zimmer to his feet. Scott puts a lock on Zimmer
and breaks his arm. Zimmer screams.

                      SCOTT
            Now it's broken.
                 (of the picture)
            What's her name...?
                 (pause. He strikes
                 Zimmer in the face)
            WHAT'S HER NAME...
                 (to Anton)
            Break his other arm...

                      ZIMMER
            I DON'T KNOW HER NAME...

                      SCOTT
            You don't know her name, then
            who is she...?

                      ZIMMER
            Some, some 'girl'...

                      SCOTT
            Some 'girl', some 'pal' of yours?
            Where is she Now...?

Anton, tossing Zimmer's coat, comes up with a small medicine
vial. He holds it up to Scott. Who takes it, looks at it,
sniffs it. Pause.

                      SCOTT
                 (to Zimmer)
            Oh no...
                 (pause)
            Oh no...this isn't Rohypnol...
                 (pause)
            Is it...?
                 (pause)
            Izziz Rohypnol? Is this "Rho"?
                 (pause)
            IZZIZ A ONE-SIDED CONVERSATION...?
                 (to Anton)
            Whatzisname?

                                                            36.


                      ANTON
                 (looking at his
                 driver's license)
            Donny Zimmer.

                      SCOTT
            Donny. Donny: where's the girl...?
                 (pause)
            You dose her...?
                 (pause)
            Where is she? Donny...?

Anton tossing Zimmer's clothes comes up with an envelope.
Scott takes it, and leafs through many bills.

                      SCOTT
            ...what is this? Ten, what is it,
            Fifteen thou...? For what...?

                      ZIMMER
            I never saw that girl...

                      SCOTT
            Oh, alright, then we've got to
            let you go...

ANGLE CU, Scott.

                      SCOTT
            Where'd you take the girl,
            Donny...?
                 (pause. Silence. To Anton)
            You touch his piece?

                      ANTON
            No.

                      SCOTT
            Good.

Scott gestures to Anton to let Zimmer go. Zimmer hesitates,
knowing he must not move. Scott holds the photo to Zimmer's
face.

                      ZIMMER
            THAT'S NOT THE GIRL...THAT'S NOT
            THE GIRL!

                                                             37.


                      SCOTT
            That's not what girl...?
                 (pause)
            Where'd you take her...?
                 (Scott points to
                 Zimmer's pistol. To Anton)
            Put your glove on. Pick up his
            pistol. Two knees, the other
            elbow,
                 (he points to the head)
            Mozambique...

ANGLE XCU, Anton looking at Scott, to say "Really"?

ANGLE XCU Scott, nodding back, "Really".

                      SCOTT
            You bet your life.

Scott starts to walk away. Zimmer begins screaming.

                      ZIMMER
            Wait...Wait...Wait...

EXT. NORTH END, BOSTON QUIET STREET. NIGHT.

A large Mercedes is parked outside on the quiet street. A
chauffeur reads the paper, he half turns, sleepily, at the
sight of a man walking across the street.

ANGLE Scott and Anton pulling up in a Camaro.

ANGLE INT. THE CAMARO. Scott and Anton, as he turns off the
motor. He looks over at Anton, who holds a piece of paper.

ANGLE THEIR POV. A townhouse across the street. A large
Mercedes in the courtyard driveway. Beat. Scott and Anton
watch, as a door starts to open.

                      SCOTT
            ...okay, then...

Anton begins to respond, when Scott gets out of the car,
motioning Anton toward the Mercedes.

ANGLE EXT. THE TOWNHOUSE. We see a middle-aged Businessman
coming out of a side entrance, adjusting his clothes as he
walks. As Scott walks nearby - we take him to a garbage pail,
where he retrieves a small black bag - that is, as used to
transport dog shit. He walks up.

ANGLE, on Anton, getting out of the Camaro. Behind him,
around the corner, we see a dark van pull up. Anton motions
the van to hold.

                                                             38.


ANGLE, on Scott. As he walks up toward the Businessman,
holding the black bag. He whistles once or twice for his dog,
and then turns to see the Businessman.

                      SCOTT
            ...beautiful night...

                      BUSINESSMAN
                 (nods)
            'Less you got hayfever...
                 (he gestures at the
                 flowering trees)


Scott walks up to him, and pushes him back into the vestibule.

ANGLE TIGHT on Scott as he flicks open his switchblade, and
holds his knife up to the Businessman's throat and whispers.

                      SCOTT
            ...you left something back inside.

Beat. The Businessman looks frantically around, beyond him
we see Anton taking his Chauffeur out of the car. The
Businessman turns to the intercom and pushes a button. We
hear a female voice answer, after a beat, "...yes...?"

ANGLE on Anton, holding a machine pistol, behind a corner of
the wall.

                      BUSINESSMAN
            ...I left my case inside.

There is a beat. And the far door in the vestibule is buzzed
open. As it opens several men in Swat gear stream through
the vestibule and up the stairs. Scott hands the Businessman
over to an Agent, who takes charge of him, and camera holds
on Scott, standing, wearily, at the bottom of the stairs.

He motions for Anton near him to hand him a cigarette. Anton
does so. Scott lights up. From the top of the stairs we hear
screams, sounds of breaking, yells, commands being shouted.

Beat. An Agent comes to the top of the stairs, looks down,
and shakes his head. Beat. Scott turns and finds the
handcuffed Businessman in his field of vision.

                      SCOTT
            ...they got some young girls up
            there...?

Beat. The Businessman, terrified, is silent. Scott holds out
the photo of the girl in the black hair.

                                                             39.


                         SCOTT
               You see this girl...?
                    (pause)


The Businessman looks at the photo. Scott gestures at Anton,
and passes the photo of Laura Newton to Anton. And then
looks as if to say "In or Out?" Anton hesitates a moment,
and then strikes the Businessman.

                         ANTON
               Did you See This Girl...?

ANGLE on the Businessman, on the ground. Terrified. He looks
back at Scott, as if unable to focus. Scott gives him a beat,
nods, as if to say, "What would you expect", and starts up
the stairs.

INT. WHOREHOUSE. NIGHT.

Scott enters the vaguely Japanese modern establishment.
Several Swat figures are being stood down. They sit, sharing
a thermos of coffee. One of the Swat team nods to Scott, and
motions him to the direction he knows Scott wants to go.

Camera takes Scott past a room where two female Agents are
holding five young women, who are supervised, changing out
of "escort" wear, and into jeans and sweatshirts,
"streetclothes".

ANGLE on Scott, as he enters what is obviously the "office"
of the Bordello. One of the techs is sitting at a bashed-in
computer, he is hooking it up to another laptop. He turns to
Scott.

                         TECH
               ...she was trying to scrub the
               thing...

Beyond them we see Miller. And a very attractive European-
looking woman in her forties. In a room beyond two bodyguard
types are handcuffed, watched over by a Swat officer.

Scott moves back to watch Miller interrogating the woman,
the Madam, who speaks with a middle-European accent.

                         MADAM
               ...an escort service. There is
               no impropriety, and there is no...

                                                            40.


                      MILLER
                 (calling back to one
                 of his techs, who
                 consults a computer)
            ...who is she?

                      TECH
            ...Nadya Tellich, Serb. Green
            Card, in...

Miller waves the rest of the information away. Miller shows
her the photo.

                      MILLER
            Have you seen this girl...?

                      NADYA
            We see a lot of girls. They apply.
            For the job, as Hostesses...

ANGLE on Scott, who stands by the Tech, who is trying to
reconstruct the broken computer. It prints out a file, on
which we see photos of various faces. Each girl holds a
placard with a number on it.

ANGLE on Anton, who looks down.

ANGLE HIS POV. The wastebasket. In the BG we hear Nadya
going on about the benefits of working as a Hostess. He
motions to Scott.

Scott squats to the ground, and pours out what are revealed
to be several polaroids of beautiful young women. He uses
his knife to rearrange them without touching them. They are
now alighted and we see the numerals twelve, thirteen,
fifteen, on placards which they hold up.

ANGLE on Scott, as he walks back into the interrogation room,
holding the sheet printed out by the computer.

                      NADYA
            ...a contact for Personal
            Services...They pay us so much
            for each call, and...The girls
            pay us! We are just a -

                      MILLER
            They show you proof of their age...

                      NADYA
            Of course, of course, I...you
            think I...What do you think, I...

                                                           41.


                      SCOTT
                 (showing her the printout)
            Where's Number Fourteen?
                 (pause)


                      NADYA
            ...I don't understand you.

                      SCOTT
            ...where's Number Fourteen?
                 (pause)


                      NADYA
                 (pause)
            I want my Lawyer...

Miller takes the photos of Laura and shows the platinum-
haired one to Nadya.

                      MILLER
            ...is this the Girl? Is this her?
            Was she in here?

                      NADYA
            I, wait, I no...I...I want to
            talk to my lll...

                       MILLER
                 (of the platinum-haired
                 girl)
            Izzat her? It's her, isn't it.
            She was here. Is that her...?

ANGLE, on Scott, as he steps away. He takes us through the
Whorehouse. In the adjacent room we see a bank of video
monitors, showing people in various sexual activities. On
the screen for a moment comes the face of what looks like a
very young girl indeed, camera swerves onto the face of the
Businessman we saw outside the Whorehouse, he is disrobing,...

                      BUSINESSMAN (ON TAPE)
            ...come over here, you little
            bitch...That's right, get your
            sweet ass over here...

ANGLE on Scott. As he looks to the Businessman, himself, who
is seated in a chair, presided over by several agents,
forced to watch the video. He turns his head away.

                      SCOTT
                 (to an Agent)
            Make him watch it.

                                                             42.


One of the agents turns the Businessman's head brusquely back.

                      BUSINESSMAN
            I...I...listen...listen: I'm a
            wealthy man. I am, I am not-
            without-friends in, in the
            Administration...
                 (he takes out a
                 business card and hands
                 it to Scott)
            ...whatever it takes to...

                      SCOTT
            This here, sir. This is a piece
            of cardboard.

Scott holds the card. He shakes his head sadly. Scott nods
to the Interrogator and Scott throws the card into the
Businessman's lap.

                       INTERROGATOR
                 (as the Businessman
                 starts to look away)
            Don't you look away, you son of
            a bitch...
                 (he forces him to watch
                 the video)


ANGLE CU, on Scott, as he looks disgusted. Anton stands on
one side, looking to Scott for a cue as to how to react.

                      BUSINESSMAN
            I...I...I...

                      SCOTT
                 (stepping in)
            "I-I-I" - What are you, Carmen
            Miranda...?

He holds the photo of the platinum-haired Laura Newton.

                      BUSINESSMAN
            I...
                 (he draws Scott close,
                 turning from Anton to
                 the "good" cop)
            Listen to me: I cannot. Be caught
            here. You write an amount on a
            sheet of paper...write it on my
            card...
                      (MORE)

                                                          43.


                      BUSINESSMAN (CONT'D)
                 (he takes out his
                 business card and hands
                 it to Scott)


                      SCOTT
            No, Baby. Today we got the Barter
            System. And you best pray to God
            you got something to trade...

                      BUSINESSMAN
            I...I...
                 (he takes out his wallet)


                      SCOTT
            IT AIN'T MONEY. YOU SICK FATCAT
            FOOL. WHERE IS THE GIRL...?
                 (he slaps the
                 Businessman, and Anton
                 pulls him off)
            LEAVE ME ALONE, I'LL GET THE
            TRUTH OUT OF HIM...
                 (he picks up the man's
                 business card)
            Come in here, try to buy me off?
            I've got Three Daughters...

Anton succeeds in pulling Scott off the Businessman. He
drags him around a corner. We see the terrified Businessman
in the background, as Anton tries to reason with Scott.

                      ANTON
            ...maybe we'd...

ANGLE, on Scott, now appearing transformed, and easy. He
gestures "shusshh" to Anton, meaning "It is all an act". In
the BG we see the Interrogator browbeating the Businessman.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he looks down at
                 the Businessman's card,
                 and shakes his head.
                 He moves back toward
                 the Businessman,
                 terrifying him)
            ...I thought when you wanted to
            pet little girls, you picked on
            your Daughter...Ain't that what
            you rich people do...now you
            step off the Reservation and you
            want to buy me?
                      (MORE)

                                                          44.


                      SCOTT (CONT'D)
                 (he shows a photo of
                 the platinum-haired
                 Laura to the Businessman)
            Where Is This Girl...

The Businessman is terrified. He looks around the room in panic.

ANGLE on Scott, as camera takes him to where the Female
Agent is interrogating the Young Whore. Anton follows.

                      YOUNG WHORE
                 (looking at the photo
                 of Laura Newton)
            I...She was sick...she was Not
            Very Well. She came in
            here...and...and...

                      FEMALE AGENT
            ...who was she...?

                      YOUNG WHORE
            I dunno...some young girl. I
            dunno...They took her, I told
            Nadya, she shunnt be here, they
            took her...

                      FEMALE AGENT
            Who took her?

                      YOUNG WHORE
            I think that was her.

                      FEMALE AGENT
            Was she here?

                      YOUNG WHORE
            I think that's the girl...they
            took her. The two, two
            men...they...
                 (she draws the Female
                 Agent closer, frightened)
            ...they gave her a shot...

ANGLE on Scott, as he turns back to Nadya.

                      NADYA
            I am entitled to my rights, and
            I am entitled to a phonecall to
            my lll...

                                                             45.


                      SCOTT
                 (brusquely)
            Your lawyer ain't going to help
            you...want to guess 'why'?
                 (he looks to Miller,
                 who nods, "Go ahead".
                 he takes the photo of
                 Laura with the red
                 hair, sharply, from
                 Miller and shows it to Nadya)
            Y'understand the picture...

                      NADYA
            ...ohmigod...

ANGLE on Miller, as he beckons Scott. Anton starts to come
and Miller signals him to stay behind.

                      SCOTT
            He's with me...

Miller nods and the three walk out of the room.

ANGLE on Scott, as he and Miller retreat behind a door. Beat.

                      MILLER
                 (as it dawns on him)
            They don't know who they've
            got...they just snatched "some
            Young Girl". When they find out,
            they're going to have to...

Scott moves back to Nadya.

                      SCOTT
            She was here. She was here, where
            is she...? WHERE IS SHE?
                 (Scott thrusts the
                 Laura Newton photo at her)
            She was here -

                      NADYA
            ...I...I don't know if this is
            the...

                      SCOTT
            She was here.
                 (pause)

                                                           46.


                       NADYA
                  (very softly, as she
                  looks around, broken,
                  for sympathy)
             ...they'll kill me.

                       SCOTT
             Who did you call. How did they
             know, to come get her?

                       NADYA
             I...it's just a number, I...

Miller pushes a pad of paper and a pencil across to her.

ANGLE TIGHT on Scott. As he looks on. Beat. He nods, as if
to say "We're getting there". There is the sound of a phone
ringing, and an Agent comes in, and beckons Miller, who
waves him away. The Agent indicates, "No, you have to take
this call." Miller steps back from Nadya, not wanting to
break the mood, and moves toward the phone. Scott moves to
stand by the girl.

ANGLE on Scott as he pushes the paper toward her, again,
forcing and willing her to put down the number.

                       MILLER
                  (softly. To phone)
             ...hello...

INT. FOOTBALL STADIUM. NIGHT.

A helicopter is settling onto the playing field.

ANGLE. Two men getting out of a Suburban, across the field,
run toward the helicopter.

ANGLE, a powerful-looking older man in a suit, BURCH, steps
down from the helicopter, and an Aide greets him and leads
him away from the helicopter. We see the Aide indicate the
two men running toward them. Burch turns.

ANGLE HIS POV. Miller and Scott, who join with Burch, as
they all move toward the stadium building.

INT. STADIUM BUILDING, LUNCHROOM. NIGHT.

ANGLE, on an assembly of the information of the chase. On a
table, the photos of the Eurasian businesswoman, of Laura
Newton, of the Regency Club. A disassembled machine pistol,
and a cup of steaming coffee.

HOLD on Scott, looking at something, off. As he picks up the
cup of coffee. Beyond him we see Anton, asleep in his chair.

                                                            47.


ANGLE INT. LUNCHROOM. Burch, Scott, and Miller are found in
the empty, stainless steel lunchroom, with them a clean-cut
young man, STODDARD, obviously Burch's assistant.

                      BURCH
            ...where's the girl...?

                      MILLER
            Sir, we believe she was abducted,
            from this club...
                 (as Miller speaks he
                 passes pertinent sheets
                 of information to Burch)
            That she was taken to...that she
            was taken to a bordello...

                      BURCH
            ...here in Boston...

                      MILLER
            Yessir, and, that...that...

                      BURCH
            Come on, let's hear it:

                      MILLER
            That she may have been...that
            she may have been delivered -
            for sale - that she may have
            been sent down the pipeline and
            overseas.
                 (pause)


                      BURCH
                 (pause)
            "...just some girl..."
                 (pause)


ANGLE. HOLD on Scott. Sitting quietly, as he watches the two
other men.

Stoddard takes out a cigar case. Looks to Burch, who nods
his consent, and Stoddard takes out a black cigar, and
lights it.

                      BURCH
            How certain are you she was the
            girl in the whorehouse?

                                                             48.


                      MILLER
                 (shakes his head,
                 meaning "not positive")
            ...we...

                      BURCH
            Was the girl in the whorehouse?
                 (pause)
            What about your other
            leads?...the Boyfriend,
            the...Professor...?

                      MILLER
            ...sir.

                      STODDARD
            The Professor, where's his boat?

                      MILLER
            The Coast Guard is on the...

                      STODDARD
            WHERE IS THE FUCKEN BOAT? IS SHE
            ON THE BOAT...

ANGLE on Scott and Anton. As Anton comes awake to the sound
of the shouting. Scott gestures him to keep quiet.

ANGLE on the two. As Anton wakes up. He picks up a sheet
bearing the Picasso symbol, and starts to speak. Scott
shakes his head, meaning "be quiet".

                      SCOTT
            ...we just go where we're sent
            and do what we're told when we
            get there...

He motions to be quiet - and to pay attention to the drama
in the next room.

ANGLE INT. THE STEEL LUNCHROOM. As Burch and Stoddard
interrogate Miller.

                      BURCH
            You've got the fucken Service
            Agent, shot himself...you're
            you're telling me, your best bet,
            some cocksuckers nabbed her,
            took her, took her, they don't
            know who she is. And they're
            gonna sell her down the river...?

                      MILLER
            Sir...

                                   49.


          BURCH
The Detail Agent. Was he fucking
her?

            MILLER
The girl?

          BURCH
The Secret Service Agent, was he
fucking Laura Newton...?

          MILLER
He was off-post, with his
girlfriend.
     (pause)


           STODDARD
     (as he holds up the
     "Picasso" letter from
     the Boyfriend, to read
     it. He reads:)
The Professor, the Boyfriend,
"...you behave like a slut...",
this is who you like...?
     (he holds up the
     advertisement of the
     Regency Club)
Aah...fuck
     (he holds up the photo
     of her hair)
She dyed her hair. What do they
do, her hair grows out, what do
they do when they realize who
she is...?
     (pause)


          SCOTT
     (under his breath, not
     realizing he's speaking)
They kill her.

          BURCH
     (reacting, as if to
     say, "That's the first
     sensible thing I've heard")
You're fucken A Right they kill
her. Okay. Good.
          (MORE)

                                                          50.


                      BURCH (CONT'D)
            Now: Let's talk some commonsense:
                 (pause)
            What can you do for me?
                 (to Miller)
            ...who is that...?
                 (Miller whispers to
                 Burch. To Scott)
            ...Get in here...
                 (Scott comes and stands
                 by Burch)


Scott, and then Miller, looks at Burch's clean-cut and very
fit assistant, Stoddard. There is a pause, and then Burch
motions Stoddard to leave the room, which he does. Pause.

                      BURCH
                 (quietly)
            ...what can you do for me? What
            can you do for me - I need it
            now - I need it before the Press
            gets it on Monday. Cause they
            will kill her. The jackals start
            a feeding frenzy, and she's red.
            Help me.

Miller nods to an Aide, who comes forward, with a white
scrap of paper. He hands it to Burch.

                      MILLER
            Sir: This is the number of a
            public phone in Downtown Boston.
                 (Burch nods)
            It's a cutout, between the
            Bordello, and the abductors. A
            call is placed when they have a
            package to deliver.

                      BURCH
            ...you going to stake out the
            phone...?

                       MILLER
                 (nods)
            We have a watch on the phone.
            More importantly: N.S.A. reports
            calls placed to that phone.
            Regularly.

                      BURCH
            They can track calls to a payphone?

                                                             51.


                      MILLER
            In this case they can.

                      BURCH
            How?

                      MILLER
            They were made from a Federal
            Prison.
                 (he gestures to the
                 Aide, who shows to
                 Burch and the camera a
                 photo of a smiling man
                 in his forties, in an
                 expensive suit. Of photo:)
            This is Eli Assani. He is a
            Lebanese National, serving life
            without, for kidnapping. He was
            the head man in a white slavery
            scheme.

                      BURCH
            And where is he?

                      MILLER
            He's in Lewisberg. We have a
            Plan...
                 (pause)
            I hesitate to...

                      BURCH
            Give it to me...

ANGLE, on an Aide who comes in and passes a piece of paper
to Miller, who reads it and looks up.

                      MILLER
            They've got some action on the
            Payphone...

Scott and Anton start to get to their feet.

EXT. COPLEY SQUARE, DOWNTOWN. NIGHT.

In the foreground we see a lonely payphone in the deserted
square. It is festooned with ads for escort services. In the
deep background we see the lights on in a corner bank
building, and the cleaners at work.

ANGLE INT. THE BANK. One of the cleaners polishes the
counter in the bank. He wipes his brow and looks outside.

ANGLE HIS POV. A sedan at the curb. Beyond it, a man,
smoking a cigarette, stands near the payphone.

                                                             52.


The man looks at his watch, looks around, throws away the
cigarette, and continues to pace.

ANGLE, in the bank the "Cleaner" whispers into a lapel mike.

EXT. BOSTON STREET. DAY.

Scott, in the backseat of a car, apparently asleep. Anton,
sitting in the front. Listening to the faint sounds from an
earwig.

ANGLE, XCU. Scott, his head tilted back, looking through
almost fully closed eyelids.

                      SCOTT
            ...who's walking up on us...?

ANGLE, Anton, as he looks around, down at Scott, and then up,
at a man in a suit, some thirty yards away, walking towards
the car.

Anton, as the man draws closer, looks down at Scott, as if
to say "How did you know"?

                      SCOTT
                 (as he loosens his
                 jacket, over his pistol)
            ...who is he?

                      ANTON
            Boston. P.D.

We see Scott, relax for a moment. And then, putting Anton
out of his misery.

                      SCOTT
            ...always a reflective surface...
                 (then, to himself, as
                 if reciting a litany)
            "...in the city, always a
            reflection. In the Woods. Always
            a sound..."

HOLD. On Anton, as he digests this. BEAT.

                      ANTON
            ...and in the Desert?

                      SCOTT
            You don't want to go into the
            desert.

ANGLE, EXT. The Phonebooth in Copley Square. We hear the
phone begin to ring.

                                                             53.


EXT. BOSTON STREET. DAY.

Scott and Anton, in the sedan. Anton listening on the
earpiece. Anton brightens.

                      ANTON
            ...they're moving...

Anton starts to put the car in gear, an Agent comes jogging
down the street, out of an alley, and motions Anton aside,
and gets into the car.

EXT. BOSTON HIGHWAY. NIGHT.

A shot of the helicopter, flying over the highway.

ANGLE, the sedan speeding down the deserted highway, the
city in the background. The helicopter, flying away overhead.

INT. SCOTT'S CAR.

A Driver, Scott, and Anton. Listening to transmissions on
the radio. As they drive Anton leans forward, his hands on
the seatback of the front seat. Scott picks up one of
Anton's hands, and turns it over.

                      SCOTT
                 (of the hand)
            ...what is this...?

                      ANTON
                 (as he looks down, and
                 then realizes the
                 nature of the question)
            ...it's a wedding ring.

                      SCOTT
            ...take it off.
                 (pause. While Anton
                 hesitates, not comprehending)
            ...the ring clicks against your
            riflestock, some sonobitch hears
            that noise, hundred yards out,
            and you're gonna get me killed.

Anton nods, and begins to work the ring off his finger.

ANGLE THEIR POV. Far ahead, the speeding sedan turns off the
highway, onto a "feeder" road.

Anton and Scott in the backseat. As we see Anton take out a
machine pistol from his "Go" bag, and check it. Scott looks
at him. A chatter comes over the radio, and Scott addresses
the two men in the front seat.

                                                             54.


                      SCOTT
            ...where's he going...?

The Driver hands a printout to the shotgun man, who reads.

                      AGENT
            One Five Four Nine, Alpha Sierra,
            Mass Reg. William Barak.
            Somerville, Mass...

                      SCOTT
            That's where he's going?

The Agent shakes his head, looks down at the paper.

                      AGENT
            Also, owner of Record, In Essex...

                      SCOTT
            Izzey going toward Essex?
                 (Agent nods)
            ...what sort of place is it...?

The Agent looks at the piece of paper.

                      AGENT
            It...it'd be a Beach house...

                      SCOTT
            Get me there.
                 (to the Driver)
            Get on the net. Call 'em off.
            Everyone off. Just me.
                 (of Anton)
            Just me and him.

                        DRIVER
            ...sir...

                       SCOTT
            Nobody out there...
                 (to Anton)
            Just. Him.
                 (to the Driver)
            You indicate that you heard me.
                 (beat. The Driver nods)
            Put it out.
                 (the Driver begins to
                 speak softly, relaying
                 his instructions on
                 the radio. Scott turns
                 to Anton. Softly)
            How you doing bright eyes...?
                 (Anton nods. Beat, as
                 Scott looks him over)

                                                            55.


                      SCOTT
            ...breathe through your nose.

Anton looks at Scott inquisitively, not sure he has heard right.

                      SCOTT
            It stills the heartrate.
                 (pause)
            You got my back.

                      ANTON
            Sir, Yes, Sir.

                      SCOTT
                 (to himself)
            ...alright, then...

ANGLE the Sedan, on the deserted highway. HOLD. We see
another car come screaming up behind it, doing one-ten, a
red light on the roof, flashing.

ANGLE INT. THE SEDAN. A middle-aged man watches the other
car come up, and disappear around a bend, going furiously fast.

EXT. ESSEX BEACH. NIGHT.

The margin of the scrubwoods, in the dunes. Scott and Anton,
moving quietly through the woods. Scott points to Anton,
indicating where he should stop.

ANGLE, Scott's POV. A run-down beach house on a deserted
cove. The blue light of a television flickering through the
window.

ANGLE, Scott peering through some scrubgrass. We see he
holds a small handful of torn-off grass before and over his
face, to break up his outline. He turns. To Anton, who
stands next to him, holding a sniper rifle. He points out a
position to Anton.

                      ANTON
            ...you want me to Come Through
            the Door...?

                      SCOTT
                 (as he checks his
                 weapons. He shakes his head.)
            Don't you go through the door
            without an Overwatch.

He takes the small handful of grass and throws it into the
air, watching the way the wind takes it. Scott gestures to
Anton to take up a position beside a small run-down boat shed.

                                                             56.


We see Anton do so, then Scott moves across the dunes, to a
small skiff. Which lies just across a little cove from the
beach house.

ANGLE, on Scott, as he moves down the dune, to the skiff. He
opens his switchblade quietly, and severs the line holding
the skiff to the dock. He gets into the skiff, and pushes it
off, and we see it begin to drift across the little cove
toward the beach house.

ANGLE, on Anton, kneeling, beside the old boat shed, as he
assumes a prone position, and sights his rifle in on the
beach house.

ANGLE, HIS POV. Through the sniperscope, the house, the
television, flickering in an empty living room.

INT. THE WOODS.

Anton, acknowledging the command. He finds a vantage point,
and assumes the prone position, covering the house with his
rifle.

ANGLE on Scott, surveying the beach house.

ANGLE HIS POV. The dark beach house.

ANGLE on Scott, as he moves across the lawn, and to a back
door. He removes his switchblade, opens it, and uses it to
jimmy the screen latch. He replaces it, and takes out a set
of lock picks, and begins to work on the door. We faintly
hear the sound of a television.

ANGLE INT. THE BEACH HOUSE. We hear the sound of the TV and
faintly, see a blue glow from a room or two down the hall.

ANGLE on Scott, entering the kitchen, where he looks down at
the various dirty plates and cups on the table.

ANGLE on Scott, coming through the door. As he moves, flat
to the wall. Camera follows him past the doorway, beyond
which we see the TV on low. Scott looks in, and finds it empty.

ANGLE on Scott, as we follow him into the bedroom. It is empty.

HOLD on Scott, looking around.

ANGLE, as he comes back into the living room. He stops. We
see something beyond him.

ANGLE HIS POV. A small boat some twenty yards from the house.
Out near the water.

                                                          57.


ANGLE, on Scott, as he starts to open the rear, sliding
glass door which will lead him out to the boat.

Behind him, we see the MAN FROM THE SEDAN open the front
door of the house, and begin to enter. Scott hears him, and
turns.

                      MAN FROM THE SEDAN
                 (as he sees Scott)
            ...what the fuck...?

                       SCOTT
            ...I heard the TV, so I came
            in...
                  (pause)


The Sedan Man is put a bit off, as the comment makes no
sense. Scott uses the moment to advance toward the man.

                      SCOTT
            ...what the hell you got the TV
            on for, there's nobody here...?
                 (the man puts up his hands)
            I don't wanna hurt you. Why would
            I hurt you? I just wanna know
            why the TV's on.

ANGLE EXT. THE BUILDING. Where we see the man, and Scott. We
see the scene in green, through a sniperscope.

ANGLE, on Anton, looking through the scope.

ANGLE CU Anton, as he sees something in the scope.

ANGLE, in the house. Scott advancing toward the man.

                      SCOTT
            ...I just wannit to know, I just
            came to ask you that question...

The man backs up, past a half-open glass French door.

ANGLE, on Scott, as he advances toward the man.

ANGLE, ANTON'S POV. Through the sniperscope. The faint
traces of what might be the Picasso symbol.

ANGLE, on Anton, as we see him move the sniperscope and
adjust its magnification toward the symbol. In a corner of
the scope, we see another man, in a dirty white shirt,
emerge, coming up the stairs from what might be the basement
of the beach house. We see this man take in the scene in the
next room, and secrete himself behind a wall.

                                                             58.


ANGLE, on Anton, whose vision is blocked - Camera takes him
to a position next to the white tool shed.

Scott, moving toward the Sedan Man, unaware of the man
around the corner.

ANGLE through the sniperscope. We see the man in the white
shirt ready himself behind the opening through which Scott
will come. We see him raise a pistol.

ANGLE Anton, as he realizes he is behind the curve. As the
man in the white shirt steps into the doorway Anton fires at
him through the sniperscope. We see this man fall.

ANGLE, INT. THE HOUSE. The man in the Sedan, his hands
raised, fetches down a small shotgun from the lintel over
the door, and levels it toward Scott. Who draws and fires
several rounds at him.

ANGLE INT. THE HOUSE. As the man goes down heavily. Scott
comes forward to the dying man, and kicks the shotgun away.

Camera takes Scott warily into the next room, where he sees
the man in the white shirt sprawled on the floor. Scott
moves past him, and down to a door leading to the basement.
Scott takes a long look down the basement stairs. We see a
faint light, and a shadow moving across the light.

ANGLE on Scott, as he takes a deep breath, and bursts down
the stairs, screaming.

ANGLE INT. The Basement. A rough, dirt-floored room. Scott
standing alone. We see a bare bulb hanging from the ceiling,
swinging slightly in the breeze from an open window.

                      SCOTT
            I'm Coming Up...

ANGLE, Anton, inside the house, in a covering position,
watching out. Scott comes up the stairs.

                      SCOTT
                 (to Anton)
            Call em in...

We see Anton take out a walkie and talk into it, Scott
proceeds to the Sedan Man. He kneels by him.

                      SCOTT
            ...where's the girl...? You're
            dying, pal. Even it up. WHERE IS
            THE GIRL... WHERE IS THE GIRL...

                                                             59.


Scott pulls the dying, bloody man to him, and starts to
shake him.

                      SCOTT
            You're dying. You're dying, man.
            Where is the girl...

Beat. The man begins to shudder, violently, and then stops,
obviously dead. Beat. Scott throws the dead man down onto
the floor. Beat.

ANGLE, on Anton, who turns to look back. He stares at the
dead man.

                      SCOTT
            ...well, you wanted to know...
                 (pause. Scott kicks
                 the dead man viciously)


Anton looks at Scott. Beat.

                      SCOTT
                 (to himself)
            Yeah, everybody wants to know
            the Secret Knowledge...

Scott sits on a chair, by an old rolltop desk. On the desk
we see a bunch of junk, old cigarette packets, empty. A box
half-full of yellowing stationary. Scott prods the stationary
with his knife. We read, in an insert: "Hanson Marine.
Everything for the boat. Box 38 Essex, Mass." (and see, on
the envelope, an old fashioned, stylized drawing of an old
chriscraft-like power boat).

We hear the sound of a helicopter. And Scott turns, looking
out of the window. He then turns back, to see Anton, who is
standing, looking down at the man he shot. Anton, feeling
Scott's gaze, turns to look at him.

                         ANTON
            ...I...

                      SCOTT
            ...tell it to the Chaplain.

Scott gets up wearily, and walks toward the door out onto
the beach. We see a helicopter landing, and several men in
BDU's, jumping out, and proceeding toward the house.

INT. STADIUM DRESSING ROOM. DAY.

Burch and his Aide. As Scott and Anton enter. Followed by
Miller.

                                                             60.


Burch motions Miller over, and they confer, looking at Scott
and Anton.

ANGLE, on Scott and Anton, as they stand by a television, an
Agent is watching, shaking his head.

                      BRUNETTE TALKING HEAD
            ...apparently, had her hair
            restyled, and cut today, our
            Newsteam interviewed her stylist,
            and has reconstructed...

                      SCOTT
            Ah, shit...

ANGLE. He is summoned, into the next room. By Burch et al.

Burch and his Aide. As Scott comes in with Anton, followed
by Miller. Burch takes Scott aside.

                      BURCH
                 (looking at a TV in
                 the BG silently,
                 showing photos of Laura
                 as a brunette)
            ...here's the deal:
                 (pause. He holds up a
                 photo of Eli Assani,
                 the Businessman, both
                 in a suit, and in his
                 prison garb, with a
                 number in front of him.
                 His name, and
                 "Lewisberg Federal Penitentiary")
            ...this is the man.
                 (pause, to Scott)
            ...you're covered in blood.

                      SCOTT
            Sir, it ain't mine.
                 (Burch looks at Anton.
                 Scott, seeing his glance)
            On my team, sir.

                      BURCH
            How deep is he?

                      SCOTT
                 (saying, in effect,
                 this sums it up)
            ...He's on the team.

                                                          61.


                      BURCH
            Yeah, well. He may have to be a
            little more than On the Team...
                 (pause. After considering)
            I've been speaking to the father.
                 (pause)


Burch walks a few steps away. Thinking. Scott looks at Anton,
questioning.

                      BURCH
                 (pause)
            What about if we had to go "off
            the meter"?

                      SCOTT
            ...With the Mission, sir.

Burch thinks for a moment. And then draws Scott aside. Burch
glances over at the television, spewing information about
Laura Newton, and shakes his head with disgust.

                      BURCH
                 (to himself)
            ...I'm out of time...

He turns back to Scott. And gestures him into a small room,
and closes the door.

                      BURCH
            ...man to man.

                      SCOTT
            The door's closed, Sir.

                       BURCH
            I. Need. To Ask You. To do
            something.
                 (he is hard-pressed to continue)


                      SCOTT
            I am here to get the girl back.

Burch thinks a moment, he rubs his face, and shakes his head,
and looks up as if to say "This is all we have, this is the
best we have". Pause. He nods, as they do not move.

Burch takes out a photo of a bearded middle-eastern looking
man in a business suit, and another, in a mugshot marked
"Lewisberg Federal Penitentiary".

                                                          62.


                      BURCH
            This man...Placed a phonecall.
            Yesterday. From the phonebank at
            Lewisberg. To the Copley Payphone.
                 (pause)
            Here's the cut-off-point...
                 (he looks meaningfully
                 at Scott. Pause)
            ...here it is: This man, Eli
            Assani, is to be transported,
            tomorrow, Wednesday, with another
            convict. A Man on Death Row. For
            their medical procedures...Now:

EXT. COUNTRY ROAD. DAY.

A Police Cruiser coming quickly down a two-lane, deserted road.

ANGLE INT. THE CRUISER. A road sign reads "Just Two Miles To
'The Owl', Rest Stop, Restaurant, Gas-Diesel".

ANGLE EXT. THE OWL. Rest Stop. A run-down rural gas station,
restaurant. Off to the side we see the cruiser coming down
the road. As a roughly-dressed man runs out of the restaurant,
carrying a full paper bag in his hand. The Cruiser, unseen
by the man, pulls up to the gas pump, and the Trooper starts
to get out of the driver's seat. When gunfire erupts from
the restaurant. People are shooting at the fleeing man. A
man opens the door of the restaurant and fires at the
roughly-dressed man in a very urban leather jacket, who
returns fire. Glass breaks in the windows of the restaurant.

The roughly-dressed man runs to his car, an 80's Pontiac,
parked near the pumps. The man in the doorway fires again,
and the windshield of the Pontiac blows out and a tire
bursts. The roughly-dressed man returns fire, and the man in
the doorway falls. The roughly-dressed man turns to see that
the Trooper is out of his Cruiser, and is about to fire at
him. The roughly-dressed man drops his satchel, and fires at
the Trooper, who falls.

The paper bag has fallen to the ground and burst, and
currency is spilling out of it, and being taken on the wind.
The roughly-dressed man frantically begins to try to scoop
it up and into his jacket.

ANGLE CU on this man, who we now see is SCOTT. He stands
around, and moves to the fallen Trooper. He strips the keys
from the Trooper's keyring, and looks up. Feeling someone
gazing at him.

ANGLE HIS POV. In the car, two convicts, a Heavyset Man and
ELI ASSANI, the middle-eastern man we saw in the mugshot. He
is holding his neck, which is bleeding copiously.

                                                            63.


We see the back window behind him, shattered by gunfire.

ANGLE on Scott, who gets into the car, takes the keys he
took from the Trooper, and begins screaming off down the
highway.

LOW ANGLE, showing the car taking a turn vastly too fast,
the car careens up on two wheels, rights itself, fishtails,
corrects, and disappears in the distance.

ANGLE INT. THE CAR. Scott driving steals a look back at
Assani, in the back seat, whimpering.

                       SCOTT
            Shut up.

The Police Radio chatters: "Two Twelve Sierra, come
back...Two Twelve Sierra, come back, we have your request
for Code Seven...please come back with your Twenty."

                      HEAVYSET CONVICT
            Yeah, two twelve sierra took all
            the 20 he's gonna take...Oh, man,
            you left him there...

ANGLE on Scott driving. He looks behind him.

ANGLE, POV. In the rearview mirror. A dust cloud settling
over the deserted highway.

ANGLE INT. THE OWL. Various techies, in the kitchen,
monitoring the broadcast of the microphone in the Police Car,
Anton among them. The Trooper comes in, taking off his
bullet-proof vest, and sits to listen, where we find Miller
and his Agents. The 'Restaurant Owner', who we now see is
Anton, takes off his jacket and his bullet-proof vest and
picks a slug, fired by Scott, out of the center of the vest.

                      HEAVYSET CONVICT (V.O.)
            ...yeah. You marked him Paid in
            Full...

                      ASSANI (V.O.)
            ...you got to pull over, you got
            to stop...I'm bleeding.

ANGLE INT. THE POLICE CAR.

                      HEAVYSET CONVICT
            Yeah, he done ate from the tree
            of knowledge, our Sierra Two Twelve.

                      ASSANI
            ...help me...

                                                             64.


                       SCOTT
            Shut up.

ANGLE, EXT. COUNTRY ROAD. The car comes to a panic stop,
fifty yards beyond a turnoff onto a dirt road. The car is
put in gear, backs up, and takes the road.

EXT. FARM ROAD. DAY.

The car comes quickly up a small farm road, we see a run-
down barn, and a farmhouse, washing on the line. Scott pulls
the car into the barn, next to an old pick-up truck. He gets
out of the car, we hear Assani in the backseat calling to him.

ANGLE, Scott, as he turns to Assani, who is pressing a
blood-soaked shirt to his neck. Calling "Help me".

Scott opens the back door of the Cruiser, and the Heavyset
Man gets out, and offers his manacled hands for release.
Scott motions to Assani.

                      SCOTT
            ...drag him out...
                 (the man does so. Scott
                 motions for them to be quiet)
            ...got some business to do...

He takes his pistol and walks toward the farmhouse.

HOLD on Assani, and the other Convict, Assani is holding a
rag to his bleeding neck.

                      ASSANI
            ...help me...

                      HEAVYSET CONVICT
            ...yeah, I heard yah...

ANGLE, on Scott, as he walks past a clothesline heavy with
drying clothes, he is seen to go into the house. We hear a
woman's scream, and then two shots are fired.

ANGLE INT. THE HOUSE. As Scott is found at a table in the
kitchen next to which are various foodstuffs laid out.
Inside the house we see a female techie, at a table by the
wall, various communications gear in front of her. Scott
begins loading up his pockets with food. The techie hands
Scott a slate on which is written, in large block letters,
"The helo is standing by, will assault in support when you
have found the girl. On your command." Scott gestures for
the slate, and writes on it, and hands it back. Scott nods,
and walks out of the house.

                                                             65.


ANGLE INSERT. The slate, on which we see Scott has written
"Keep Your Distance!"

ANGLE, on Scott, as he walks back through the yard, pulling
clothes off the line.

ANGLE INT. THE BARN. The two convicts, as Scott enters, and
begins changing out of his clothes, and into the clothes he
found on the line.

                      HEAVYSET CONVICT
            Yeah, Baby. Pass some my way...

                      SCOTT
            Sorry, my man...traveling light...

He turns to the Heavyset Man, and fires his revolver at him
twice. The man falls, dead. Scott turns his revolver at
Assani, who begins to scream.

                      ASSANI
            Don't shoot me, don't shoot me,
            I have what you want. I HAVE
            WHAT YOU WANT. I CAN GET US OUT
            OF THE COUNTRY TONIGHT. TONIGHT.
            NO PASSPORT. FLY OUT.
            TONIGHT...OH GOD, DON'T SHOOT ME!
            I SWEAR ON MY MOTHER. LOOK AT ME:
            AM I LYING TO YOU? A SEA PLANE.
            TONIGHT. HELP ME. I SWEAR TO YOU.

                      SCOTT
            Why in the world would I believe
            a lying convict like you...

                      ASSANI
            Oh, ah, ah, but you do believe
            me...I see it...you do. I can
            get us out. Help me. I SWEAR TO
            YOU. HELP ME...and I will treat
            you like a brother...I...

Scott advances on him.

                      SCOTT
            My brother used to beat me
                 (he raises the cop's
                 service revolver and
                 cocks the hammer)
            Nice guess, though.

                         ASSANI
            OH GOD NO!

                                                          66.


Scott pulls the trigger, which falls on an empty chamber.
Assani whimpers, as Scott goes into the Cruiser, comes out
with a box of shells, clears the empties from the cop's gun,
and begins loading it.

                      ASSANI
            No, no. Listen to
            me...listen...make one call. One
            call - go in the house. Make One
            Call. ONE CALL. An Aviation
            Company. Tell...tell them...tell
            them the word I say, and they
            will say: THE PLANE WILL MEET
            YOU AT...
                 (Scott hesitates for a
                 moment, and Assani
                 attempts to capitalize
                 on it)
            Yes. Yes...

INT. PICK-UP TRUCK. DAY.

Scott is driving. The dash is littered with empty coffeecups,
cigarette packs. He turns.

ANGLE HIS POV. Assani, sitting in the shotgun seat, a map in
his lap, looking at him.

                      SCOTT
            You a fag my friend?

                      ASSANI
            No.
                 (pause)
            I am not.

                      SCOTT
            Then why the hell you looking at me?

                      ASSANI
            I was thinking...how fucking
            surprised you're going to be.
                 (pause)
            Because, Baby, you just did that
            fucken good turn, going to Make
            You Rich, Fat, and Happy...

                      SCOTT
            ...just get me on that plane.

                      ASSANI
            Didn't they tell you...?

                                                      67.


                      SCOTT
            All I heard's a voice on the
            phone...

Assani grins, as if to say, "Just Wait".

                      ASSANI
            ...you like girls...?

                      SCOTT
            Better question, where you've
            been so long, do you like girls?

Scott grins, and Assani shares the moment with him.

                      ASSANI
            We have. You will have...the
            most beautiful...

                      SCOTT
            ...most beautiful women, eh?

                      ASSANI
            Not women, Baby. Girls. You got
            to trust me, I'm the Doctor
            here...All young. All blonde...

                      SCOTT
            And this all takes place Where...?

                      ASSANI
            In Dubai. In Yemen...

                      SCOTT
            Well, that's a long way from
            Tiperrary, pal...

                      ASSANI
            ...what do you have here...?

                      SCOTT
            Yeah, but I'm not cut out, to
            live in a fucken tent.
                 (Assani laughs)


                      ASSANI
            If you think you can imagine
            luxury...I am here to tell you,
            my friend...
                 (he smiles broadly)

                                                          68.


                      SCOTT
            Well, may it Just Be So...

                      ASSANI
            When we get to Maskala...

                      SCOTT
            And, now, what's Maskala...?

                      ASSANI
            ...when we get to Dubai, better...

                      SCOTT
            What's Maskala...?

                      ASSANI
            ...that's where we clean them up.
            We ship them Rough, we make them
            Smooth, and everybody's happy.

                      SCOTT
            Well, then, you're a
            philosopher...huh...? How 'bout
            making me happy tonight...

                      ASSANI
            If there's a girl, in the
            pipeline, tonight, you shall
            have her, what do you say to that?

                      SCOTT
            ...I say you're a stone cold
            whoremaster...

Assani joins with him in the joke, nodding his assent.

                      ASSANI
            No, no baby. Take it to the    bank.
            The Arabs, Man. All the oil    -
            all the money in the world.    What
            can't they have? Booze and    Pussy.
            How do they get it...?

                      SCOTT
            You the candy man? Is that it?

Assani begins to swoon. He puts his hand to his neck, and it
comes away covered in blood, where it was cut by the glass
fragment.

                      SCOTT
            Ah. Hell...

                                                          69.


                      ASSANI
            Yeah, no. I'm bleeding bad here,
            friend...

                      SCOTT
                 (he looks over)
            Yeah, we just, we got to get
            some...yeah, you need, all we
            need, some tailoring tools.

ANGLE, Sedan. Holding Anton and several agents, listening to
the broadcast from Scott's car.

                      SCOTT
            Yeah, in my wishlist, we had a
            drugstore, get us some morphine,
            some...

ANGLE EXT. ANTON'S CAR. As it increases speed.

ANGLE INT. SCOTT'S CAR. As he tries to staunch the fellow.
Scott steers with one hand. And turns off the highway at an
exit, showing two miles to a town.

INT. SMALL TOWN PHARMACY. DAY.

Scott, dressed in the farm clothes that he took off of the
line. Scott is buying supplies. On the counter we see
bandages, hydrogen peroxide, etc. Behind the counter we see
a newscast, showing a picture of Laura Newton, in long
blonde hair, and a woman is doing a talking-head about fashion.

                      TV WOMAN
            ...America's Number One Redhead,
            "She Sets the Style, She Brings
            a Smile", she's Betty co-ed, in
            College, and she's off for what
            her father's office says is an
            "extended sailing weekend".
                 (the screen shows a sailboat)
            With "person or persons
            unknown"...yo ho, yo Ho...she
            "old" enough for that, our
            "Little Red Riding-Hood", Cathy...?

Scott ignores the screen.

ANGLE EXT. THE STORE. In back, Assani is sitting in the
pickup, a woman driving another beat-up pickup pulls into
the lot, there is a shotgun in the rack by the rear window.
Assani crouches lower, to prevent being seen.

ANGLE INT. THE STORE. As Scott is checking out. A policeman
enters from the police car. We see it is Anton.

                                                             70.


ANGLE. On Scott, as he moves to the back of the store, to
meet Anton. Scott looks inquisitively at him.

                      ANTON
                 (whispers)
            ...the helo just went down...

                      SCOTT
            ...don't whisper to me, Baby, it
            draws heat. What helo?

                      ANTON
            ...the assault helicopter. You've
            got no backup, at the house.
                 (beat. Scott nods)
            You'll be in there, alone, the
            first few minutes...

                      SCOTT
            Well, there you go, then.

                      ANTON
            You said "Never go in without an
            overwatch".

                      SCOTT
            That's all fine, lad, "But this
            is the fleet".

                       ANTON
            You know you deliver him in the
            door, you know they're going to
            waste you.

                      SCOTT
            ...gimme whatever nine mil you've
            got...

Anton takes out the magazines in the pouches on his belt.
And starts to strip off the rounds.

                      SCOTT
            ...just gimme the mags...
                 (Anton does so)
            ...gimme your piece.

Anton takes the pistol from his belt. Scott checks it, and
puts it in the small of his back.

ANGLE EXT. THE STORE. Assani, in the pickup, sees through a
small window in the store.

ANGLE on Anton and Scott. Scott is walking away from him,
and Anton puts a hand on him, and turns him back.

                                                             71.


ANGLE INT. THE STORE. Anton gestures Scott to wait a moment.
Scott waves, it is not necessary. He goes to the counter,
and picks up the medical supplies. He starts toward the back
door. He calls back, over his shoulder

                      SCOTT
            Thank you...

ANGLE on Anton, as we see something occur to him. He turns
to the other officer with him, and asks a question, and we
see the other officer hand Anton several magazines of
ammunition.

ANGLE on Scott, as he is coming out of the back door.

ANGLE on Anton, as he follows him.

                      ANTON
                 (calling)
            Mister...mister: you forgot your
            change...

ANGLE on Scott, as he turns back. We see Anton bringing the
ammunition.

ANGLE on Assani, weak, holding the shotgun, as he supports
himself along the wall, he peers around the corner, at Anton
and Scott.

                      ANTON
                 (sotto)
            ...you better take care of
            yourself, because...

ANGLE, on Assani, who comes around the corner, and fires the
shotgun at Anton, who falls. Scott screams "No".

ANGLE, on Scott, who drops the packages, and turns to Assani,
who is jacking another round into the chamber of the shotgun.
Scott draws and fires at him several times.

ANGLE on Scott, who kicks away the shotgun, and turns back
to Anton, who is crawling on his back, out of the line of
fire...

                      ANTON
            A...I'm alright...I'm alright...

ANGLE, on Scott, turning to look at Anton. And, then, back
at the obviously dead Assani.

INT. SMALL TOWN HOSPITAL. DAY.

In a waiting room. Scott, who looks up, as Miller enters.

                                                            72.


                      MILLER
            Your partner's going to be alright.

                      SCOTT
            I do not look at the downed man,
            Sir...

                      MILLER
            Yeah, well...

Miller nods, and starts to walk away.

                         SCOTT
            ...Sir...?

Miller turns back, understanding Scott's request.

                      MILLER
                 (sits, acceding to
                 Scott's request)
            ...Air Force Assault is airborne,
            five minutes out.
                 (pause, Scott shakes
                 his head sadly)
            Standing down's a bitch.

                       SCOTT
            I stand down when the girl's
            back, sir.

                      MILLER
            They'll get her out, if she's in
            there...
                 (pause, as he looks at Scott)
            You did your part, what the fuck
            do you want, a Citation?

Out of the window we see a   medical helicopter. Its rotors
just starting to turn. We   see two white-coated medical types,
carrying bags, run toward   the medical copter. An Aide comes
in, and gestures to Miller   that the copter is ready to go.

                         AIDE
            ...sir...

Miller turns to leave. Scott stands wearily.

                      MILLER
            Where are you going.

                      SCOTT
            On the dustoff.

                                                             73.


                         MILLER
            Forget it.

                      SCOTT
            Sir...? Sir...?

                      MILLER
            There's no room.

                      SCOTT
            I'm pleading with you, sir...

                      MILLER
            Let him hear the assault on the
            Net...

                      SCOTT
            I want to see the girl.

Miller shakes his head - at the door, turns back for one
last word to Scott. And then he stops.

ANGLE. HIS POV. The television, in the next room, playing a
news program. Scott looks inquiringly at Miller, who is
transfixed by the television.

ANGLE the television. A "Breaking News" story. We see an
overturned sailboat, and the talking head narrating: "...the
tragic, the stunning...the...Jim, I don't know what to
say..." The woman's co-anchor, obviously very shaken, takes
up the story, and we see live footage of an overturned
sailboat being towed into a harbor, then inserts of "Our
Redhead" Laura Newton, and, after a moment, the Professor.

                      JIM (TALKING HEAD NEWSCASTER)
            The death, just reported, the
            death of Laura Newton. The... the...

ANGLE, on the TV. On two bodies being taken from the water
by medical technicians.

ANGLE, the woman, as a shot of the political man we saw
earlier in the newspaper, comes on the screen.

                      TALKING HEAD WOMAN
            ...her father, on the eve of the
            campaign...
                 (we switch to a video
                 shot of this man,
                 waving off reporters)
            Jim, can there be any doubt...

                                                            74.


                      JIM
            Tracey, the Secret Service, for
            obvious reasons, their records,
            the DNA, fingerprints... the...
            and, she had just been in the
            water a scant, less than four
            hours, the...apparently the boat
            swamped... she -

                      TRACEY
            She was sailing with...?

                      JIM
            With her professor, Professor...?
                 (the video shows the Professor)


ANGLE, on Tracey, as she is overcome, and tries to steady
herself.

ANGLE, on Miller, and the Troopers in the room. Miller looks
away from the screen, to Scott.

                      TRACEY
            ...a Tragedy, such as this.

                      JIM
            ...particularly. Particularly,
            Tracey, coming, right at the
            start of his Campaign...

An insert of Laura's father, his sportcoat slung over his
shoulder, comes onto the screen.

                      TRACEY
            Will he delay the start of the
            Campaign?

ANGLE. On Scott. As he is found, standing, near the
television. Off to the side, behind him, we see Miller,
intently, on the phone, listening.

                      JIM
            ...his grief...

                      TRACEY
            ...he was very close to his
            daughter, wasn't he?

                                                            75.


                      JIM
            Well, indeed, he saw her, the
            day...that would be, the day
            before last. He was in Boston
            for the Strategy Meeting, and
            saw her then...

                      TRACEY
                 (sadly)
            ...and that would be the Last
            time...that...

ANGLE. On Scott. As he is looking at the television, he
shakes his head minutely, as if in a dialogue with himself.
He walks back to the interrogation room.

Scott sits heavily. Miller walks in and sits next to him.

                      MILLER
            Her boyfriend called her a slut.
            She went off to prove it. Her
            and the Professor. Coked up,
            boat capsized...Both bodies
            washed up naked. Coast Guard
            dressed 'em up...full of Ecstasy...

                      SCOTT
            ...he killed her...

                      MILLER
                 (shrugs, meaning "who knows")
            He was fucking her, they're
            stoned...the boat capsized...

Miller looks down at the artifacts.

                      MILLER
                 (almost to himself)
            ...so much death.

                      SCOTT
                 (philosophically, as
                 if summing the whole
                 thing up)
            ...rock crushes scissors...

We see Miller leave, as Scott turns away, and lights a
cigarette. Miller turns back.

                      MILLER
            I'm sorry about your man.

                                                           76.


                      SCOTT
            He isn't my man, Sir. He's a
            trainee.

Beat. Miller leaves the room. Scott hangs his head with
weariness.

INT. GOVERNMENT TRANSPORT PLANE. NIGHT.

Anton, in bandages, in a bunk in the transport plane. Scott,
asleep, in a chair near him.

ANGLE on Anton, as he comes awake.

                      ANTON
            ...what time is it?

                      SCOTT
            What do you care...?
                 (pause. We see that
                 Anton is having
                 difficulty formulating
                 his thoughts)


                      ANTON
            I fucked up.

                      SCOTT
            ...in what way was that?

                      ANTON
                 (groggily, as he tries
                 to move, to draw closer
                 to Scott)
            ...but I was trying to help.
                 (Scott reacts to
                 Anton's pain.)


                      SCOTT
            What? Do you want some more Dope?
            Whaddaya want, a Dr. Pepper...?

Scott takes a pill vial from Anton's jacket. Takes out a
pill, and administers it to him.

                      ANTON
            ...but I was trying to help.

                                                77.


                      SCOTT
            ...yeah, well, that's when people
            generally do fuck up. Wait for
            that to kick in.
                 (Anton starts to lay
                 back, and then, as if
                 he is remembering
                 something, he draws
                 closer to Scott again.)
            You're gonna take that fight to
            bed for a while. You don't got
            to do it all now.

Anton gestures Scott to draw close.

                      ANTON
                 (sotto)
            I saw the sign.

ANGLE XCU on Scott as he turns away.

                      SCOTT
            ...uh huh...

Scott turns away.

                       ANTON
                 (drawing him back, as
                 if saying LISTEN:)
            I saw the sign...at the Cape. In
            the House.

                      SCOTT
            You saw-the-sign. What sign?

                      ANTON
            ...when I dropped the guy. The
            girl's Picasso sign...
                 (he draws the sign in
                 the condensation on
                 the plane's window)
            She was there. At the Cape. The
            girl was there.

                      SCOTT
            The girl wasn't there. She was
            on a boat. She fell off the boat.
            She's dead.
                 (pause)
            You did what you could. You did
            what you were trained to do.
                 (pause)
            You did what you could.

                                                             78.


                      ANTON
            ...I saw the sign...

                      SCOTT
                 (turning away)
            ...then you are Truly Blessed.

INT. TRAINING FACILITY. DAY.

We see the Dojo, training room. Several exhausted young men
in sweat stained fatigues watch a lecturer, with a knife in
his hand, demonstrating a manoeuvre with a trainee.

Beyond, on the wall, we see the sign. "These are the
precincts of pain. A Godess lives here. Her name is Victory."

Beyond, through the open doors, we see Scott's Mustang
driven up to a nearby building. A young man gets out.

ANGLE, INT. THE BUILDING. Scott, rested, clean, shaved,
drinking a cup of coffee. Sitting across a desk from an
Interrogator, who has several notes in front of him.

                      INTERROGATOR
            ...from the house, a house, a
            holding facility, a compound?
            called Maskala. The girls are
            taken from Maskala, to the
            ...Royale Hotel, in Dubai.
                 (he closes the notes,
                 as if completing his presentation)
            As time passes, you may remember
            other aspects of...well,
                 (the Interrogator stands)
            You've heard this speech before...

He extends his hand to Scott. Scott looks inquisitively at
him, then pauses, then stands.

ANGLE EXT. THIS BUILDING. Scott exiting, as Blane comes out
of his office. They walk through the compound. And to the
camera, toward the Mustang.

                      SCOTT
            ...would be most grateful, sir,
            to be included on the mission.
            "At Such Time..."
                 (pause)


                      BLANE
            ...on a mission to Dubai.

                                                             79.


                      SCOTT
            Is it in contemplation, sir...?
                 (pause)


ANGLE, on Blane, who looks at him to say "you know better
than to ask."

                      SCOTT
            Yes, sir.
                 (pause)
            If and When, Sir...

                      BLANE
            You need a rest, Bobby.
                 (pause. as he extends
                 his hand)
            Thank you, Bobby...

Scott puts down the small yellow duffle he carries, next to
his Mustang. The young man who drove it in stands by, as
Blane and Scott shake hands. Scott looks at the training
facility.

ANGLE HIS POV. The lecturer, executing unarmed combat moves
against a trainee, who holds a knife. The lecturer puts the
trainee on his back.

Scott starts to walk toward this facility. He stands outside,
by an open double-door, next to a water cooler, and draws
himself a cup of water, which he drinks. As he watches the
lesson.

He turns back, as he sees the young man who drove in the
Mustang pick up the yellow duffle, to put it into the car.

                      SCOTT
            ...please don't touch that.
                 (Scott picks up the
                 duffle and puts the
                 strap over his shoulder)


ANGLE, Scott's POV, as he turns. We see the young female
sergeant, Jackie Black, in the BG, walking across the area.

Scott nods at her. She nods back. Scott starts to get into
his car, and then turns back.

ANGLE. SCOTT'S POV as the trainee on the mat gets up, and
the lecturer gestures at the knife he has dropped on the mat.

                      LECTURER
            ...pick it up.

                                                          80.


The trainee picks up the knife. The lecturer shakes his head.

                      LECTURER
            What are you studying here...?
            I'm talking to you, son... What
            are you studying?

                      TRAINEE
            Sir, this Candidate is studying
            knife fighting.

The lecturer pauses, looking down at the ground. Beat.

                      LECTURER
            Hold your ground, son.

The Trainee goes into a knife fighting stance.

                      LECTURER
                 (pointing behind him)
            ...you, and your friend...

The Trainee lets his attention drift for a second, in the
direction the Lecturer has pointed. And the Lecturer screams,
steps in, disarms the Trainee, throwing him to the mat. As
the Trainee picks himself up the Lecturer turns to the class.

                      LECTURER
            There are two ways to fight, you
            can fight fair, or you can fight
            to win.

The Trainee puts his hand to his head, and discovers he is
bleeding. The Lecturer nods his permission, and the Trainee
walks to a water cooler, next to which Scott is standing.
Scott looks at the shamed Trainee.

                      SCOTT
            Don't you study knife fighting,
            son. You Learn to Kill. And then,
            f'you meet some other fellow,
            studied knife fighting, you send
            him to hell.

ANGLE, on the Lecturer, who calls another Trainee up.

                        LECTURER
            Next man:

A Trainee stands.

                      LECTURER
            Now: I want to see some evil intent.

                                                            81.


The Lecturer glances at Scott, and makes a small "have a
drink" gesture. The Lecturer nods back "yes". Scott walks
toward his car.

EXT. "CONSTRUCTION GATE". DAY.

The man inside the "construction booth" raises the barrier,
and looks at Scott, who drives through.

INT. ROADSIDE TRUCKERS BAR. NIGHT.

The Lecturer (Grace) and Scott, in a booth drinking.

Pause.

                      GRACE
            Hey, fuck it, Huh...?

                      SCOTT
            I've always thought so.

Scott gestures for another round to the bartender. Who is
serving some rough trucker types, two of whom are at the bar
with a couple of very attractive young women. One is a
stunning redhead, who looks back at Scott.

                      GRACE
            How'd the puppy like it out there?
            He piss in the punchbowl?

                      SCOTT
            He did okay.

                      GRACE
            I heard he caught poison ivy.

                      SCOTT
            He did okay. Why? You goin' out?

                      GRACE
            What?

                      SCOTT
            You recruiting?

                      GRACE
            Why would I be recruiting?

                      SCOTT
            You speak Arabic, huh...?

                      GRACE
            That's what the Arabs tell me.

                                                          82.


                      SCOTT
            You, reason I ask: you going in
            the Sandbox...?

                      GRACE
            Ain't you overdue for some Down
            Time?

                      SCOTT
            I'm just saying:

Scott is distracted. He is watching the talking heads, on
the bar TV talking about Laura Newton. We see the photos of
her in high school, with her father in some African country,
et cetera.

ANGLE. On Grace, watching Scott. Who shakes his head very sadly.

                      GRACE
            Yeah. You Marines are a weepy
            bunch of motherfuckers.
                 (Scott nods minutely
                 in acknowledgement.
                 And returns to watching
                 the television)
            ...you get a chance to bowl in
            that tournament...?

ANGLE on Scott. Caught in the image of Laura Newton, on the
television.

                      SCOTT
                 (to himself)
            ...beautiful girl...

ANGLE on the truckers, near the television, looking at Scott.
One comes over to him.

                      TRUCKER
            ...you say something, Mister...?

                      SCOTT
            No, I was looking at the
            television.
                 (pause)
            I was talking to the television.
                 (he turns to look at
                 the girl)
            That girl's too good-looking for
            you anyway. What are you "rich"?
            What do you, "own" something?
                      (MORE)

                                                           83.


                      SCOTT (CONT'D)
                 (pause)
            Or are you "funny" or
            something...?
                 (pause. Hold for a
                 beat, on the confused
                 face of the Trucker)
            Siddown. Lemme buy you a drink.

INT. SLEAZY MOTEL ROOM. DAWN.

A sound of a truck, coming down the highway.

ANGLE, on the doorknob of the hotel room. We see several
quarters stacked. As the truck sound comes closer, the
quarters start to rumble, and fall off the doorknob.

ANGLE, on the floor, a glass ashtray. The quarters fall into
the ashtray.

ANGLE, Scott, in bed, naked, comes awake, as the quarters
hit the ashtray. He has a pistol in hand, and awakes with a
start, screaming. He surveys the motel room, taking in his
new surroundings. Beat. Next to him, the redhead from the
bar, also naked, comes awake, frightened, looking at Scott.

ANGLE, on Scott, as he surveys the hotel room.

ANGLE HIS POV. On a dresser, a cheap imitation pewter bowl,
an orange and a banana in it, on the table next to it, his
switchblade, open, and the remains of a peeled apple. He
looks at the knife, and at the girl.

                      SCOTT
            You peel the apple?

She nods, not sure how to take Scott.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he starts to come
                 down from the
                 adrenaline rush)
            ...well. You should wipe off the
            blade.
                      (MORE)

                                                            84.


                         SCOTT (CONT'D)
                   (pause. Scott does so,
                   cleaning the blade on
                   a napkin)
            Or   else...
                   (as if explaining the
                   simplest and most
                   perfect axiom of the universe)
            Or   else, it "rusts"...
                   (a pause. He smiles at
                   her. Pause)
            D'I   scare you...?
                   (he closes the blade
                   and sits on the bed,
                   shaking his head to
                   clear it)
            I'm   sorry if I frightened you.
                   (pause)


EXT. SMALL TOWN RURAL MAIN STREET. DAY.

A three-store town, a couple of pick-up trucks parked in
front of the country store. A large double log truck goes
through the town. The girl looks for some topic of
conversation, to bridge the awkward moment.

                      GIRL
            ...it's an odd knife.

                      SCOTT
            Yeah. I got it from a Russian
            fellow.

                      GIRL
            Was it a gift...?

                      SCOTT
            No. As I remember, he seemed
            rather reluctant to part with it.
                 (pause)
            It's just a knife.

EXT. SMALL RURAL VILLAGE. MAIN STREET. DAY.

A three store town. A couple of pickup trucks parked in
front of the country store. Scott's Mustang parked next to
them. A large, filled, double-length log truck speeds
through the village. Scott, in his lumber jacket, is
assembling various maintenance items on the checkout counter.
A large paintbrush, several boxes of nails, a gallon of
paint. The Proprietor, a good-natured fellow in his fifties,
comes up to the counter to check Scott out.

                                                             85.


                      PROPRIETOR
            How you been, John...?

                      SCOTT
            ...workin hard...

                      PROPRIETOR
            ...bet you have...

                      SCOTT
            How you, Billy...?

Proprietor pours Scott a cup of coffee from the pot on the
back counter. He mixes in sugar and cream. Billy nods in
response to Scott's question.

                      PROPRIETOR
            ...one gallon goin to do it...?

                      SCOTT
                 (pointing at him accusingly)
            ...you been lookin' at my house...?

                      PROPRIETOR
            Nope, just trine a sell you some
            paint...
                 (as he puts the cup
                 down in front of Scott.
                 Joking)
            ...but, now you mention it...

ANGLE, On Billy, as he moves to a new customer, a farmer,
who comes in, and nods at Scott.

                         NEW FARMER
            ...John...

                      SCOTT
            Mr. Reese, how are you...?
                 (Billy goes to take
                 care of the new
                 customer, and turns
                 back to deal with Scott,
                 who is waiting to ask
                 a question)
            That new saw blade come in?

                      BILLY
                 (as if just remembering)
            No, John. It did not. I beg your
            pardon. I know that's your
            baby...I'm gone call them up and
            get Right On That.

                                                             86.


ANGLE on Scott, who sees something out the window, and moves
toward the front of the store.

                      BILLY
                 (as an afterthought)
            ...'spected you back a few days
            ago...

                      SCOTT
                 (looking out the window,
                 absently)
            I took the Long Way Home.

ANGLE Scott, who is looking, over his coffee, at something
on the street. And we see, his POV, a very city rent-a-car
which is now across the street. We see a man getting out of
the car.

EXT. GAS STATION. COUNTRY VILLAGE. DAY.

We see the back of a man, next to the rental car, which is
next to the Mustang. He turns, and we see that it is Anton,
his arm in a slig, his face creased by pellet scars.

ANGLE, his POV. Looking at Scott, who has just snuck up
behind him.

                       SCOTT
            Could I see your Right Hand,
            please...?

                      ANTON
            There's nothing in my right hand.

                      SCOTT
            Could I see it, please...?

Anton holds up his right hand. Scott relaxes, and comes
forward. Anton gestures, meaning, "what was that about"?
Scott takes Anton's right hand, by the wrist, and turns it
over. He explains:

                      SCOTT
            You put your wedding ring back on.

                       ANTON
                 (not understanding the
                 import of the question)
            ...yes...?

                                                             87.


                      SCOTT
            Then I have to guess you're not
            "on assignment".
                 (pause)
            You're in the wrong place, baby.
                 (pause)
            How did you find me...?

Anton gestures at the "Oilchange" sticker on the Mustang's
windshield.

ANGLE from INT. The Car. We see the sticker reading "Mike's
Service Station, Bradford, PA". And beyond it, the actual
old, tin sign of the garage, reading "Mike's Service Station".

ANGLE, on Scott and Anton.

                      SCOTT
            Well, I guess I'm not as smart
            as I thought I was.
                 (pause)


                      ANTON
            I need to talk to you.

A beat. Scott shakes his head, as if in a sad comment to
himself. He sighs.

EXT. RURAL STREET. DAY.

Anton and Scott walking down the street.

                      ANTON
            I saw the sign.

                      SCOTT
            "You saw the sign". You were up
            for a week, you coulda seen Jack
            Ruby, you don't know what you
            saw...your first-time-out.

                      ANTON
            I saw the sign.

                      SCOTT
            ...then, you tell me: you saw
            the sign, how is it, they found
            the girl, the DNA...why would
            they do that...? Her father? Her
            father would do that to her?

                      ANTON
            ...maybe he doesn't know...

                                                   88.


                      SCOTT
            Well. You're living in a
            fairyland of your Own Devising.
            You're seeing snakes.
                 (pause)


                      ANTON
            Who's going to Dubai...?
                 (pause. Scott hesitates)
            They've got a white slave ring,
            in Dubai, with American girls
            there - are they going in?
                 (pause)
            Are they sending you in...?
                 (pause)
            Ask them...
                 (pause)


                      SCOTT
            You Got. To Leave it for your
            Betters.

                        ANTON
            Ask them.

                      SCOTT
            Why would you want to know?
                 (pause)
            Listen up, Pal. THEY don't go
            through the door. WE don't ask
            why. That's not a COST, it's a
            Benefit. Because we Got to Travel
            Light. You wanna lose sleep over
            it, get over it, or get out.
                 (hold. pause)
            You wanted to go Through the
            Looking Glass. How was it? Was
            it more fun than Miniature Golf...?

                      ANTON
            I want a favor.

                      SCOTT
            Why would I do you a favor?

Two old ladies come down the small main street.

                      OLD LADY
            Morning, John, who's your friend...?

                      SCOTT
            Fella wants to buy my car.

                                                 89.


The old ladies walk on. Pause.

                      ANTON
            I saved your life.

                      SCOTT
            Well what were they paying you
            for...?

                      ANTON
            Bobby, I saw the Sign...

                      SCOTT
            My name ain't Bobby.
                 (pause)


                      ANTON
            I saw the sign.
                 (he draws the Picasso
                 sign in the dust on
                 the window of the
                 country store)
            I Saw it. At the beach house.
                 (pause)
            I'm going back.

                      SCOTT
            Back?

                      ANTON
            To the beach house.

                      SCOTT
            They took it apart with a
            tweezers.
                 (Anton shakes his head)


                      ANTON
            She was there. The Girl was There.
            I'm going back.
                 (pause)
            I want you to do something.

                      SCOTT
            What would that be?

                      ANTON
            The Secret Service Agent. Offed
            himself.

                      SCOTT
            ...he was off boffing his girl.

                                                          90.


                      ANTON
            He shot himself with a hide-out
            pistol.

                        SCOTT
            Yeah?

                      ANTON
            Who frisked the sonofabitch?
                 (pause)
            You ask them.

ANGLE, on Scott, obviously off-balanced by the question. Hold.

INT. GOVERNMENT OFFICE BUILDING. DAY.

Stoddard, smoking a black cigar, and several "Bureau" types
in the office. Scott is sitting at a conference table, as is
Miller. Beat.

                      STODDARD
            Number one, the girl's dead.
            Number two, the hide-out gun the
            Agent shot with's registered in
            his 1020 for the past five years.
            The man who tossed him has been
            sacked. His name is none of your
            concern. Now: what the fuck are
            you doing here?

                      SCOTT
            Sir, I am not here to question...

                      STODDARD
            Well, then, what the fuck are
            you doing here...?

                      MILLER
            Sir, as he said, he is here to
            apprise you of a security leak...

                        SCOTT
            ...and...

Miller gestures to him to shut up.

                      MILLER
            To call your attention to what
            may be a problem in discipline
            with this...

                                                             91.


                      STODDARD
            Granted. Granted.
                 (he stands)
            Granted. Fine. Thank you.

                      SCOTT
            And. Sir...If I may...

                      STODDARD
            What is it?

                      SCOTT
            When the operation is staged in
            Dubai...

                      STODDARD
            What is this...?

                      MILLER
            He...

                      STODDARD
            ...what the fuck are you talking
            about?

                      SCOTT
            I am merely saying, when -

                      STODDARD
            Forget it. Walk away.

                      SCOTT
            I...

                      STODDARD
            Yeah...you're a pit bull. I said
            forget it. How do we contact Anton?

                      MILLER
            ...Anton...

                      STODDARD
            Your partner...He's gone to
            ground...

Scott shrugs, as if to say, "Is that the way you want it?"

                      MILLER
            Yes, sir...

                                                             92.


                      STODDARD
            And, wait, wait, wait, wait,
            what does this mean...?
                 (of Scott)
            When and if, any operation is
            staged which may require your
            talents, I give you my word...
                 (Scott shakes his head,
                 saying "I don't believe
                 a word of it")
            You impertinent motherfucker.
            What the fuck is with you, you've
            got on your "thinkingcap" all of
            a sudden...?

Stoddard gestures to an aide to call a number.

                      SCOTT
            I'd like to finish what I started.

                      STODDARD
            And I'm telling you to Stand
            Down. Where's the kid?
                 (pause)


                      SCOTT
            Is there no operation in Dubai...?

Stoddard shakes his head in exasperation.

The Aide hands Stoddard the phone. Stoddard answers. Listens
for a moment, and then points at Scott.

EXT. GRAVESIDE. DAY.

A small photograph on an easel - it is an image of Gaines,
the dead Secret Serviceman.

ANGLE, a small funeral. A Marine Honor Guard in attendance.
Small suburban cemetery.

ANGLE on the Pastor.

                      PASTOR
            ...in the Service. In the Service
            of his Country. No less than had
            he died in Combat. George Gaines,
            a man who gave his life to
            service, to protecting those who...

ANGLE, an unmarked sedan. Scott, and a Driver. Looking on.

                                                            93.


                      DRIVER
            ...sucker did the Dutch.

                      SCOTT
            I heard it was a training accident.

                      DRIVER
            Nope, he Ate the Gun. Didn't you
            know?

                      SCOTT
            I've been out of town.

                      DRIVER
            Punched out early, off with the
            girlfriend, his Principal wanders
            off, winds up dead: hari-kari...

ANGLE, on Scott, as he sees something. Scott takes a book of
matches and starts to light a cigarette.

                      DRIVER
            ...rather you didn't smoke in here.

Scott gets out of the car.

ANGLE, on Scott, who takes out the Anton "Rogers Rangers"
card. He motions the driver to pass him a phone and Scott
looks at the number on the card and dials.

Beyond him we see, just at the limits of the gravesite.
Holding himself apart. A young man in a raincoat. The young
man turns at the sound of a limo driving up.

ANGLE Scott, looking at the limo. Out of the limo, which
stops near the grave, we see Burch emerge. There is a
susurrus among the crowd, which, visibly, straightens a bit,
at the honor of Burch's presence. We see Burch walk to the
gravesite, and have a word with the widow. Burch puts his
hands on her shoulders and comforts her.

ANGLE, on Scott, looking at the man in the raincoat. We hear
rifle fire, and Scott flinches.

ANGLE his POV. The Marine Honor Guard, rendering a salute.
We see a Marine bear the flag to Burch, who presents it to
the widow. He shakes several hands, and then moves off, back
to the limousine. He beckons Scott over to him.

ANGLE, Scott and Burch, walking through the cemetery. Burch
shakes his head. He hands Scott the program from the funeral,
and reluctantly begins.

                                                94.


                      BURCH
            I put myself in your hands.
            Didn't I...?

                      SCOTT
            I do not follow you, sir.

                      BURCH
            I reached out to you.
                 (pause)
            I put my life into your hands. I
            entered into a conspiracy with
            you. To commit Murder. Because
            it needed to be done.
                 (pause)
            I trusted you with my life.

                      SCOTT
            I would never betray you, sir.

                      BURCH
                 (waving his assurances away)
            I trusted you with my life. And
            yet you cannot trust me.
                 (pause)
            There are things you have not
            been told. That's right.
                 (pause)
            And now you're all out-of-line,
            "Play me or trade me..."
                 (pause)


ANGLE, on the two.

                      BURCH
                 (almost as if against
                 his better nature)
            There is an Arab World. To
            penetrate it makes trying to
            join the Mafia look like a walk
            in the park. How would you do it,
            Scott?
                 (pause)
            We're dying. We're at war. And
            we have no intelligence. How
            Would you do it? How would you
            infiltrate their clan structure?
            Where is the interface?
                 (pause)
            It's at the whorehouse. That's
            where they go to get frisky, and
            that's where we listen to them.
                      (MORE)

                                                          95.


                      BURCH (CONT'D)
            For the few, priceless hints
            that we get from that fucking
            sandpile.
                 (pause)
            Had the girl been there, we would
            have moved heaven and earth -
            you know we would, and, we would
            have got her out. She was not
            there. She got drugged up and
            fell off a boat, and drowned.
            She's dead.
                 (of the funeral)
            That man,
                 (Burch gestures at the
                 photograph-on-the-
                 easel, of George Gaines,
                 the Secret Service man,
                 which stands by the
                 head of the grave)
            That man a sworn office of the
            Secret Service, went to get laid,
            and she died. And you are risking
            the lives of men and women in
            the field, because you won't
            take orders. How are you better
            than him? Yes. You had best look
            sheepish. What the fuck have you
            got to say?

                      SCOTT
            No excuse, sir.

                      BURCH
            You're goddam right.
                 (pause)
            Now: where's this new kid who
            got you all bothered. Where's
            your partner?

                      SCOTT
            ...I'll call him off.

                      BURCH
            The fuck you will. You've got
            nothing to say to him. He's gone
            to the ground. Where is he...?

ANGLE. Over the Honor Guard, packing up, we see Scott hand a
scrap of paper to Burch, who makes one or two more points,
to which Scott nods, submissively. Burch walks off. Camera
follows the Honor Guard, down the path, toward Scott, who,
passing, nods at them.

                                                             96.


HOLD on Scott. As he watches the widow, at the gravesite,
being walked away to a limo by the pastor. He feels someone
behind him and turns.

ANGLE, SCOTT'S POV. A man in a raincoat, standing furtively,
half-hidden by a tree, some distance off from the funeral,
weeping. He holds a program for the funeral.

ANGLE on the man in the raincoat, the funeral beyond him. He
is obviously distraught, a rather slight young man in his
thirties. He looks at Scott for a moment, and then turns away.

ANGLE. On Scott. As he turns back to watching the end of the
funeral. As the gravediggers begin their work. He sighs. And
moves to a bench and sits. Looking at the gravediggers.

DISSOLVE.

EXT. DUSK. GRAVEYARD.

Scott, still sitting on the bench. The gravediggers,
finishing their work, begin to walk off, joking with one
another. Scott stands, and turns, about to start out of the
cemetery. He stops for a moment.

ANGLE, HIS POV. The man in the raincoat, who is standing
where last seen, looking at the burial. Walks toward the
mound of earth, pauses for a moment, and then walks off.

EXT. BUS STOP. DESERTED, SEMI-INDUSTRIAL AREA, ACROSS FROM
THE CEMETERY. DAY.

The raincoat man is standing waiting for a bus, at the bus
stop, outside a working man's tavern.

ANGLE, on Scott, looking at the man, still weeping. Scott
walks up to the man. Each holds a copy of the program from
the funeral. The man looks down at the program, and then up
to Scott.

                      SCOTT
                 (beat)
            Terrible thing.
                 (the man nods)
            Did you know him?

The man nods. Beat. He turns back to Scott, looking for
sympathy. Anguished.

                      MAN
            Did you know him...?
                 (Scott nods. Pause. Portentiously:)
            Where did you know him from?

                                                             97.


                      SCOTT
                 (pause)
            ...you know.

                      MAN
                 (pause. Nods)
            He wasn't in the accounting
            office. You knew that...

                      SCOTT
            Yes. I Did.

The man begins weeping heavily. Scott puts his arm around him.

                      MAN
            I didn't think, he told anyone
            what he did. Because...because...
                 (he looks for sympathy)
            I...

                      SCOTT
            A few of us knew.
                 (pause)


The man takes out a small photo in a leather case - we see
it is a smiling photo of the Secret Service Agent, Gaines.

                      MAN
            And all he cared    about was doing
            his duty...that's    all...that's
            all... He used to    tell me...
                 (the man is    now overcome)


                      SCOTT
            I'm so sorry.

                      MAN
            He was supposed to see me that
            night...After his
            "shift"...We...His wife...

Scott nods his understanding.

                      SCOTT
            Did she know? His wife. Did she
            know?

                      MAN
            How could she? How could
            she...she didn't know him...
                 (pause)
            Oh, the poor children...

                                                          98.


The man begins shaking, and Scott embraces him to comfort him.

ANGLE, INT. THE WORKING MAN'S BAR. DAY.

Scott and the man, at the end of the bar. A few construction
types enter. As Scott bends his head next to the man,
speaking low.

                      MAN
            ...he was going to come to me
            that night...after...

                      SCOTT
            ...after his shift.

                      MAN
            ...his shift - yes...

ANGLE, on a Burly Man, in construction clothes, who is
standing next to them.

                      BURLY MAN
            ...excuse me...

                      MAN
            ...after, after he'd finished
            driving him...

                         SCOTT
            ...him...?

                      BURLY MAN
                 (as he puts a hand on Scott)
            I said...

                      SCOTT
                 (as he turns to the
                 man, who is backing
                 his way out of the bar)
            ...driving him..? Did you say
            "him"?
                 (he reaches out to the
                 effeminate man)


                      BURLY MAN
            Yeah. It's a man's world, pal -
            but you're in the wrong bar.

He turns Scott around, and pushes Scott deeper into the room,
away from the other man, who is now going out of the door.
Scott moves toward him and the Burly Man tries to stop him.

                                                             99.


Scott strikes him several times, and starts toward the door,
where, as he exits the bar, he sees the effeminate man, on
the bus, and pulling away.

Scott starts to move toward the bus. There is a hand on his
shoulder, and a second man from the bar is whirling Scott to
face him. Scott shakes him off and starts after the bus. The
second man restrains him.

                      SECOND MAN
            ...what the fuck did you do to
            my friend...?

In the B.G. We see the first man rise from the sidewalk, and
move toward Scott. Scott struggles to follow the bus, when
the second man assaults him. Scott is now fighting the two
men, who manoeuvre him toward an alley.

As Scott's back is to the alley we see a Third Man emerge
from the shadows, and throw a garrotte around Scott's neck.

Scott headbutts this man, who hauls Scott off his feet.
Scott belts him again, and stomps on his instep. And turns
into him. He elbows this man as the other two men advance
toward him, in the alleyway. The garrotte man falls.

Scott kicks the garrotte man in the temple. And draws his
pistol. Beat.

The men in the mouth of the alleyway retreat.

ANGLE. On the street. We see them get into a van which has
just pulled up.

ANGLE on Scott. Standing. Shivering. As he looks around the
alleyway. He moves back to the fallen garrotte man.

ANGLE. Scott standing over the man. He sees something and
bends down.

ANGLE HIS POV. In the man's backpocket is a program from the
funeral.

ANGLE, Scott standing, looking at the program. We hear the
phone ringing. Scott puts the phone to his ear.

                      SCOTT
            ...where are you...? No. Tell me
            later. Look: LOOK: Forget the
            boat house. Look:
                 (pause)
            Yes, tell me in...tel...look:
            tell me when...GET OUT OF THERE.
                      (MORE)

                                                            100.


                      SCOTT (CONT'D)
            GET OUT OF THERE RIGHT NOW. TELL
            ME WHEN YOU SEE ME. MEET ME
            "WHERE...WHERE THE GUY MADE THE
            PHONECALL" - ONE HALF-HOUR...

Scott stops speaking, and looks down at something.

ANGLE, his POV. Across the street. We see an unmarked sedan
pull up and two men get out of the car. And begin to look
around. One sees Scott, and motions to the other one, and
they both start in his direction. They stop, for a moment,
as if confused.

ANGLE, their POV. The street corner, empty of Scott.

EXT. BOSTON STREET. DAY.

Copley Square. Scott. Coming into the square.

ANGLE, the open-air phone stanchion we saw in the earlier
sequence. It is festooned, as before, with ads for escort
services and phone sex.

ANGLE, on Scott, getting, hurriedly, out of a taxi cab, on
the outskirts of the square.

ANGLE, his POV, scanning the square for Anton. Scott looks
at his watch, and he looks up.

ANGLE HIS POV. The figure of Anton, walking from the far
side of the square, toward the phone booth.

ANGLE, on Anton, as he looks around him, and then proceeds
toward the phone booth.

As Scott watches, a van pulls into the plaza, and heads
toward Anton. Anton sees the van, and retreats, toward the
streetside, where we see, the van has herded him toward
another car. Three men get out of the car, one slugs Anton,
and he is whisked into the car, and the car pulls away.

ANGLE, on Scott, on the far side of the square, looking on,
aghast.

ANGLE Anton, in the backseat of the car, pointing back, as
the car disappears.

ANGLE. CU. Scott, looking at Anton's gesture, and following,
looking in the direction in which he was pointing.

ANGLE Scott's POV. The telephone kiosk. Scott walks into his
POV, to the kiosk. He looks down at the pile of trash on the
shelf.

                                                         101.


He looks up at the various pornographic ads pasted around
the interior. He sees that, stuck in one of them is the
"Rogers Rangers" card, which Anton showed him earlier. He
pulls it out of the ad to which it is stuck. He looks down
at it inquisitively. We read in an insert: "Rule #11: Don't
ever march home the same way.

Take a different route, so you won't be ambushed." He then
sees that there is something else behind the ad. He tears
the ad off the kiosk partition, and he is rewarded, as a
folded envelope falls out from behind the ad. He picks up
the envelope. We see that it is the old yellowed envelope
from the beach house. It is printed "Hanson Marine -
Everything For The Boat", and we see, on it, the drawing of
the old power boat. We see Scott feel the envelope, shake it,
tear off the end, and pour something out into his hand. We
see his face, and then pan down to see the object in the
envelope was the red crescent earring seen in all photographs
of Laura Newton.

EXT. BOATHOUSE, ESSEX. DUSK.

A wind is blowing from the sea. Scott turns up the collar of
his jacket. We see the house in the BG and Scott, walking
along the patio, the sea beyond him. We see him stop and
kneel, to the piling, from which he took the matchbook. He
sifts through the sand and gravel at the foot of the piling.
The wind blows up the dust, and Scott stands, it is evident
he has got a speck in his eye, and he tries to extract it,
blinking, and squinting. He turns his head.

ANGLE, HIS POV. Beyond the property line. Beyond the hedges
and on what is obviously the next lot, an old, ramshackle
dwelling, the small white toolshed.

ANGLE, Scott, looking at the toolshed, and gauging its
proximity to the Essex House. He begins to walk toward it.

ANGLE. Scott. At the small white toolshed. He stoops, and we
see he has picked up the shell, ejected by Anton's rifle. He
stands, he takes out a small spotter's scope.

ANGLE. HIS POV. His shoulder, rubbing against the pollen-
covered window in the small white shed, has uncovered a bit
of a sign.

ANGLE. Scott, looking at the sign in the window. He rubs the
pollen off, and we see emerge, on the inside of the window,
drawn in the dust, the Picasso sign %-).

ANGLE XCU Scott.

                      SCOTT
            ...ohmigod...

                                                            102.


INT. SLEAZY HOTEL ROOM. NIGHT

Scott, wearing just skivvies, is asleep on the bed, an empty
pint bottle of booze on the night stand. We hear the
television on low, showing talking heads narrating the
funeral of Laura Newton.

"Our Redhead, America's Sweetheart", et cetera. We see a
photo of her in her signature red crescent earrings. Next to
Scott, on the night table, the envelope, holding the same
red crescent earring.

ANGLE, the line of light under the door to the hallway is
occupied by a pair of feet.

ANGLE. A hand, dangling off the bed toward the floor. Below
it, on the floor, the creased 'Rogers Rangers' card, and
several days worth of newspapers.

ANGLE XCU Scott, on the bed. Unshaven. We see his eyes come
open.

ANGLE on Scott's hand, as it snakes quietly past the Rangers
card, on which we read: "Rule #15: Don't sleep past dawn -
Dawn's when the French and Indians attack", and comes up
with an automatic pistol.

ANGLE the door, as we see the door handle move slightly.

ANGLE on Scott, as he jerks open the door, his pistol at his
side.

ANGLE HIS POV. In the doorway beyond, we see a Bellboy,
holding a small paper bag, looking shocked.

Scott shoves the Bellboy back away from the door, and
glances, both ways, down the hall.

                      SCOTT
            What the hell are you doing?

                      BELLBOY
                 (showing the package)
            I...I brought you...

                      SCOTT
            Why're you screwing with the
            door...?

                       BELLBOY
            I...I...

Scott drags him into the room.

                                                         103.


                      SCOTT
            Why're you screwing with the
            door...?

Scott frisks him roughly. The terrified Bellboy shows a "Do
Not Disturb" sign, which he holds.

                      BELLBOY
            I took the...I took the sign
            off...
                 (pause)
            You had the sign on the door.
            F'they saw me...f'they saw me,
            knocking on a door, the sign
            on...they'd...
                 (Scott relaxes somewhat.
                 The Bellboy proffers
                 the package)
            An, I...I figured, you needed...
                 (he hands the package
                 to Scott, who takes
                 out a pint bottle of booze)
            You told me you wanted this at
            Ten...

                      SCOTT
            ...yeah. Thanks.

                      BELLBOY
                 (begins to calm down a bit)
            ...I don't know why you...

                      SCOTT
            You're right, I'm wrong...I'm wrong.

He begins to look through his pockets. As the Bellboy stands,
looking at the television.

ANGLE on Scott, the television beyond him. As he goes
through the pockets of his jeans. He then goes through the
pockets of his jacket, and throws various objects on the bed.
Some coins, some scraps of paper. A book of matches, some
crumpled cigarettes. He hands some bills to the Bellboy.

                      SCOTT
            There you go, Pal. Hold on...

                       BELLBOY
                  (pause)
            Sure. I just...I just wanted to
            help.

                                                            104.


ANGLE, on Scott. As he rummages through the pile on the bed.
The TV shows photos of Laura Newton, wearing her red
crescent earrings.

Scott picks up a cigarette and the book of matches on the bed.

Part of the pile shows a tabloid paper - a photo of   Laura,
an insert of her father weeping at the funeral, and   the
caption "Goodbye, Baby". He bends down and picks up   the
Rogers Rangers card. And looks at it. He shakes his   head. As
we see the Bellboy leave the room. Beat.

INT. DARK, PANELLED CONFESSIONAL. NIGHT.

XCU on Scott, as he thinks for a moment, then speaks.

                      SCOTT
            It's been...quite a while since
            my last confession. That...that
            "transpired". On the rear face
            of a hill, in a mortar attack.
                 (pause)
            And I confessed that I was
            frightened.
                 (pause)
            And I have to confess, I'm
            frightened now.
                 (pause. He smiles weakly)
            'Nother "irregular Confession".

He raises a shotglass to his lips, and drinks. He makes a
"another one" gesture. Pause.

                      SCOTT
            ...I'm about as frightened as
            I'm comfortable being.
                 (pause)
            And that's why...I involved you.
                 (pause)
            Which, I suppose, was shameful.

ANGLE, as a waiter comes, with a fresh drink. We see that we
are in a very dark, quiet, smoky, panelled bar. The waiter
leaves, and reveals, beyond him, Jackie Black, the female
Sergeant we met at the training facility scenes. The waiter
looks at her, inquiring silently, if she wants anything. She
shakes her head.

                                                            105.


                      JACKIE BLACK
            Now: you did me the honor to
            Call me. Now: you tell me how I
            might help.
                 (pause)
            There in't nobody here, but two
            people in Green.
                 (pause)


Scott, looks around, he takes up a tabloid newspaper, which
has been resting on the seat of the booth. We see it is a
"funeral" edition, concerning the death of Laura Newton.

We see the large, color photo of Laura, her red hair, and,
in an insert, her father, at the gravesite, hiding his face.
The caption reads "Goodbye, Baby". Scott leans over, and
whispers to Black, his deepest secret.

                      SCOTT
                 (pointing at the paper)
            ...this girl's alive...

                      JACKIE BLACK
            Then, you'd better go get her.

EXT. SANITORIUM. DAY.

Scott, shaven, neat, and determined, standing at a bus stop.
Reading a newspaper. Behind him, a large iron fence.

ANGLE INS. The newspaper shows "The Tragic Death of Laura
Newton", and photos of the accident. And a photo of a
distraught woman in sunglasses, being held up by two friends.

ANGLE on Scott. As he looks across the street. Surreptitiously.

ANGLE HIS POV. A plainclothes car, with two people in it,
looking vaguely in his direction.

ANGLE on the bus, as it pulls into the stop. We see various
people start onto the bus. At the last moment Scott, at the
back of the line, sheers away.

ANGLE, INT. THE PLAINCLOTHES CAR. The bus pulling away from
the bus stop, the chainlink fence beyond it, and, beyond
that, a vaguely institutional-looking Colonial building.

INT. SANITORIUM. DAY.

A nurses station, Scott moving through the area, just asking
directions of an older woman, obviously a semi-invalid.

                                                            106.


ANGLE INT. SANITORIUM. The woman is Mrs. Newton. She walks
with a companion, she wears sunglasses, and starts out of
the sanitorium. As Scott walks up, some yards behind her,
following her out onto a roofed porch. The woman moves to
the far end of the porch, obviously weeping. Scott enters
the porch, and stands for a moment. Beat.

                      WOMAN (V.O.)
            ...terrible thing, grief...

Scott turns to her, to see a lovely woman in her late
fifties, sitting on a lounge chair, a robe over her legs,
indicating the weeping woman.

Scott nods, and takes something from his pocket. He starts
toward the weeping woman, but the other woman holds him with
her voice.

                      WOMAN
            ...you want to comfort them, but
            you don't know how.
                 (pause)
            I always think it's better to
            Leave Them Alone...

Scott nods his acceptance of her wisdom, and begins to start
toward the woman.

                      SCOTT
                 (of Mrs. Newton, and
                 the woman, talking to her)
            A relative?

                       WOMAN
            A psychic.
                 (pause)


                      SCOTT
            Well.
                 (pause)
            Can we blame her...?
                 (he gestures, meaning,
                 we get comfort where
                 we can find it)


                      WOMAN
            That's right.

Scott begins to move toward Mrs. Newton. The woman on the
lounge chair sits up.

                                                         107.


                      WOMAN
            ...who are you...?

                      SCOTT
                 (moving off)
            United States Secret Service.

The woman moves her blanket to reveal a pistol which she holds.

                      WOMAN
            Guess again, 'cause I'm the
            Secret Service, and you follow
            my directions or I will shoot
            you dead. Spread your hands to
            your sides, please...
                 (Scott spreads his
                 hands to his sides)
            Open them...

He opens his hands to show the red crescent earring. We see
the demeanor of the woman in back of him change, as she sees
the earring. She comes up to Scott, and he turns around. She
looks up, asking, mutely, what it means.

INT. SMALL SANITORIUM ROOM. DAY.

                      DONNY
                 (sotto, unable to stop
                 her invective)
            ...the motherfuckers pulled the
            Detail off of her...He was in
            town. Her father was in town,
            they pulled the Secret Service
            Detail off her, to take him
            tomcatting. He's been doing it
            for years. That's what they do.
            They turn the Secret Service
            into a bunch of pimps. He took
            her protection, she got snatched...

                      SCOTT
            He'd let her die?

A female Agent knocks at the door and sticks her head in and
Donny gestures "rotate".

                      FEMALE AGENT
            ...leaving the post...

Donny gestures that she has heard. The Agent leaves and the
door is closed.

                                                         108.


                      DONNY
                 (meaning, "this is my surmise")
            The start of a campaign: Your
            daughter got kidnapped because
            you were out getting laid?

                      SCOTT
            Her father would let her die...?

                      DONNY
            Who knows if he knows. His
            'people' would let her die in a
            heartbeat.

                      SCOTT
            ...her mother...?

                      DONNY
                 (pause. She takes up
                 the earring and she
                 begins to weep. She
                 looks beseechingly at Scott)
            I'm her mother...

She takes out a small, tattered, cheap earring box.

ANGLE INS. We see the empty place for holding two earrings,
and a small arcade photo of a five-year-old Laura Newton,
and this woman, Donny, fifteen years younger. They are
hugging. Scott turns over the photo to read, in a childish
scrawl, "Donny, you can keep the box, cause I'll never take
them off". Donny starts to weep.

                      SCOTT
            I need some money.
                 (Donny looks up at him questioningly)
            I'm going to get the girl back.

                      DONNY
            What can I do?

                      SCOTT
            I need money. I need a lot of money.

                      DONNY
                 (of Mrs. Newton)
            I've been signing her checks for
            years.

                                                         109.


                       SCOTT
            Alright...
                 (he scribbles a figure
                 on a napkin)
            Can you go this high, that's
            what I need...

                        DONNY
                 (as   she looks down at
                 the   figure on the paper)
            ...I...I   don't...is there
            anywhere   else you...

ANGLE. Both look to the side.

ANGLE, their POV. One of the Secret Service Agents, looking
askance at Scott. Does a double-take. And begins to raise
his cuff mike to his lips to speak.

ANGLE, on Donny, as she sees this, and turns around.

ANGLE, her POV. The empty room. Scott vanished.

INT. NEW YORK CITY OFFICE BUILDING. DAY.

A very beautiful young woman in a business suit, in an
elevator. The doors open and Scott, dressed in a suit, gets
in. He turns to face the front. They ride up in silence.

The doors open on a mezzanine. There are several men at the
end of the mezzanine. Scott starts to get out, and the girl
tries to stop him. He shoves her roughly back into the
elevator. Several of the men come toward Scott, and a large,
portly businessman in his forties (AVI) calls them off.
Scott comes forward.

                      AVI
            Didn't they tell you not to come?

                       SCOTT
            Well, I guess I wasn't paying
            attention.
                 (pause)


                       AVI
            Five years ago they told me you
            were dead.

                      SCOTT
            You want to gossip, or you want
            to do business...?

Avi motions Scott to come with him.

                                                          110.


ANGLE, Avi's hitters. One starts to take out a phone - Avi
waves him to stop - HOLD on the hitters.

ANGLE, Avi and Scott, as they sit, near the edge of the
mezzanine.

                      AVI
            Bobby; this is an American girl...?

                      SCOTT
            If that were so?

                      AVI
            If that were so, why don't your
            people go and fetch her...?

What if I'm speaking for them...?

Avi nods, meaning "yeah, sure".

                      AVI
            ...they send a hitter to
            negotiate...?
                 (pause)
            My question is: have you forgot
            your catechism...?

                      SCOTT
            And what's the answer?

                      AVI
            The answer is Go Home.

                      SCOTT
            Yeah, that's a good one.

                      AVI
            ...you're at the Big Table here.

                      SCOTT
            I know where I am.

                      AVI
            Well, then, you better talk to
            me using the Decimal System.

                      SCOTT
            Your intel. Two men. Infil, exfil,
            hardware, and com.

                      AVI
            And com to what? I cannot give you.

                                                         111.


                      SCOTT
            Well, you could, when you where
            in the Boy Scouts.

                      AVI
            Yes, but I am not in the Boy
            Scouts anymore. You heard the
            private sector?

                      SCOTT
            Yeah.

                      AVI
            Well. That's where you found me.
            And here's what it costs.

He writes a number on a sheet of paper.

                      SCOTT
                 (looks at the paper)
            ...you're out of your mind.

                      AVI
            No, you're out of your fucking
            mind, and you're out of your
            league, and my advice to
            you:...before some mercantile
            soul shops you.
                 (pause. In disgust, he
                 picks up the paper,
                 crosses out what we
                 wrote, and puts in a
                 new number)
            ...for this job, that's what it
            costs...

                      SCOTT
            ...that's what it costs...?

                      AVI
            That's what it costs you.
                 (pause)
            Go home, Bobby.

EXT. PALATIAL ESTATE. DAY.

We see a woman getting into a Range Rover, in the vast
gravel drive outside of an estate.

A man comes out of the house, with a cup of coffee, hurrying
out to kiss his wife goodbye. He does so. She drives off.

                                                           112.


He finishes the cup of coffee, puts it down outside his door,
closes the door, and looks quickly at his watch, and hurries
to his Jaguar, which he puts in gear, and it starts down the
drive.

We see it is the Businessman from the whorehouse.

ANGLE on another car, coming down the drive, which smashes
into the Jaguar.

ANGLE on Scott, who gets hurriedly out of the car. He goes
out to the Jag, and drags the stunned man from his car, and
toward the house.

ANGLE INT. A SUMPTUOUS STUDY, PALATIAL ESTATE. DAY.
Beautiful Greek and Roman artifacts line the walls, on
lighted shelves. Scott drags the stunned and abraided
Businessman into the study. Scott throws him into a chair.

                      SCOTT
            Remember me...?

ANGLE Scott, as he takes out the Businessman's card, and
looks at it.

                      SCOTT
            ...well, I guess you do have
            friends in High Places...I mean
            here you are home, n'all...
                 (he picks up now one,
                 now another piece of
                 exquisite statuary,
                 and smashes it to the ground)
            And now we're gonna see if you
            also got all that money that you
            spoke of.
                 (he takes out a
                 videotape box)
            This here's a Short Subject, if
            you know what I mean. Of you in
            Carnal Congress with an Underage
            Girl. A PROSTITUE, A MINOR, AND
            SOMEBODY'S DAUGHTER...
                 (he holds up another videotape)
            There's another...you know how
            cheap it is to make a copy...?

                      BUSINESSMAN
            ...what do you want?

                      SCOTT
            I want what you promised me...

                                                         113.


                      BUSINESSMAN
                 (as if reluctant to
                 impart the information)
            ...I've, I've already made a
            deal with...

                      SCOTT
            Yeah, but you haven't made a
            deal with me...So, today is Your
            Lucky Day, cause you get to Do,
            what Most Men only Dream of: You
            get to make Another Human Being
            Happy.

He brings over a telephone, and gives it to the Businessman.
Scott finds himself behind a large desk.

He looks down at photos of the smiling Businessman, in
various poses, with two young girls, obviously his daughters.

                      SCOTT
                 (softly)
            You had your fun, now pay for it,
            Jim. Get your bank on the phone.
            We're going to transfer some money.

The Businessman pauses, then picks up the phone.

                      SCOTT
                 (to himself)
            ..."how about that".

                      BUSINESSMAN
            ...do you know how much trouble
            you're in...?

                      SCOTT
            Yes. And that's the difference
            between you and me.

EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT STREET. DAY.

Scott, getting out of his car, rounds a corner. We see a car
coming down this street, rather quickly. Scott retreats into
a doorway.

ANGLE, HIS POV. The car blinks its lights three times.

ANGLE EXT. THE STREET. We see the car slow almost to a stop,
Scott emerges from his doorway. As the car's rear door is
opened, Scott gets in.

                                                 114.


INT. WAREHOUSE OFFICE. DAY.

Avi and Scott, at a small table.

                       AVI
            Maskala is a suburban villa, in
            Dubai. The Friends of your Friend,
                 (he gestures at a photo
                 of Assani)
            Operate there, if you will, a
            "halfway house". For the young
            women they have induced, coerced
            or drugged into spending their
            short lives. As the whores of
            Arabian tourists. Of late the
            girls have been, in the main,
            from the former Sov-Bloc. Now
            and again, a North American Girl,
            if she is exceedingly
            lovely,...blonde, usually
            blonde...
                 (he passes the photos
                 of very beautiful young
                 girls across the table,
                 to Scott)
            Will, unfortunately, find her
            way to Dubai. They travel drugged,
            they are -
                 (he searches for the word)
            - "tidied up", and sold. For
            some reason, most of them are
            sold to Yemen.
                 (pause)
            The girls are generally held, in
            Dubai, until the end of the month.
                 (he checks his watch
                 and looks significantly
                 at it)
            When the Merrymakers fly in to
            examine them. And take their
            purchases home.

                      SCOTT
            ...and then?

                       AVI
                  (shrugs)
            That is "and then".
                  (pause)
            This is a floor plan of the
            building where the girls are
            held, this is the security
            arrangements, this is the watch
            plan.
                       (MORE)

                                                         115.


                      AVI (CONT'D)
                 (he checks his watch
                 and raises his eyebrows)
            The girls are taken from the
            house in Maskala, to the Royale
            Hotel, I presume you will hit
            them in transit...?

Scott opens another envelope which Avi has passed him. As he
looks at the documents he pours out.

                      SCOTT
                 (reads)
            ..."Jameson Construction"...They
            know we're there...?

                      AVI
            I hope not.
                 (he shows documents to Scott)
            The conex container for the exfil,
            also Jameson Construction.
                 (he gestures at the
                 materials on the table)
            A passport for the Young Girl...
                 (he shrugs)
            Between fifteen and twenty-five,
            they all look alike.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he looks at the passport)
            Is that your experience...?

                      AVI
            Yes. It is. Nonetheless, we tried
            to match it to a Current Photo...

ANGLE, on Scott, as he looks, questioningly at Avi. Avi
takes a photo from his desk and passes it to Scott. It shows,
through a long lens, blurry and grainy, a photo of what is
obviously the platinum-haired Laura Newton, sitting on a bed,
in a barred room.

                      AVI
            ...she was there twelve hours ago.

                      SCOTT
            Who took the photo?

                      AVI
                 (shrugs)
            How would I know...?
                 (pause)

                                                          116.


                      SCOTT
            What does the bonus cost?

                       AVI
                 (shrugs)
            A gesture of Friendship. But. We
            thought: if you see some of the
            Yemenins -
                 (he shows Scott candid
                 photos of several
                 middle-aged, bearded
                 middle-eastern looking men)
            Any of these, in
            particular...would you say Hello
            to them?

Scott scoops up the documents, and stands.

                      SCOTT
            Who else have you done a favor
            for, Avi?

Avi shakes his head, and wags his finger, as if to say, "No,
in all sincerity..."

                      AVI
            Bobby: the world runs on manners.

Beat. Scott takes an envelope, and hands it to Avi, who
opens it. He opens his mouth to speak.

                      SCOTT
            The last third on exfil, in
            Geneva. Me and the Girl. As agreed.

                      AVI
            That's not what I was going to say.

                      SCOTT
            What were you going to say...?
                 (pause)
            ...the Last Third in Geneva...
                 (he exits)


EXT. ROOFTOP, DUBAI. DUSK.

Scott, on a rooftop, behind a raised elevator housing. Scott
takes out a pair of binoculars, and Scott leans around the
elevator housing.

ANGLE HIS POV. Across the way, the window, and the ornate
scrollwork bars, in which we, earlier, saw the photo takes
on Laura Newton.

                                                            117.


ANGLE on Scott, as he comes back behind cover, and nods to
himself, picking up his yellow bag.

ANGLE EXT. DUBAI STREET. Scott, walking down the street,
beyond him a building with an ornate scrollwork barred gate
over its courtyard door. In the courtyard beyond, two
Mercedes 600's.

As Scott walks past the trelliswork it begins to open. A
delivery truck is ushered through the gate, by an armed
guard. Scott stops, to let the truck pass.

ANGLE HIS POV. As he turns his head to the side.

ANGLE HIS POV. Walking from one outbuilding, across the
courtyard, beyond the gate, accompanied by a minder, is
Laura Newton. She is obviously drugged, disoriented, and is
held up by the guard. He gets into a conversation with a
woman, dressed as a matron, who comes out of the building
they have just vacated. And she stands, for an instant,
untended.

ANGLE on Scott, the gate open, as the gate guard ushers
through the delivery van, and Laura Newton stands several
yards away.

ANGLE XCU, Laura Newton, as she looks in his direction, and
her eyes begin to focus, as if trying to make sense of what
she is seeing.

ANGLE, her minder, who reacts to a change in her attitude,
and looks at her, and, then, follows the direction of her
gaze to the gate.

ANGLE HIS POV. The delivery truck coming through the gate,
as the gate closes behind it. The street beyond it, empty.

ANGLE INT. THE COURTYARD. As the delivery truck pulls in,
and Laura, escorted by her guard, is taken back into the
main house. She turns to look back, groggily, wonderingly,
at the street, and is pushed into the door. As she does so,
we see the delivery truck pull up to the spot she just
vacated, and the delivery man gets out and opens a rear door,
on which we see scrawled, in the dirt, the "Picasso" symbol.

ANGLE EXT. DUBAI STREET CORNER. Scott turns the corner, and
gets into a car, driven by Jones, which comes to the curb.

ANGLE INT. THE CAR. In the backseat, Scott, another man
sitting next to him, SMITH, dressed as a construction worker.
The man starts to speak. And Scott shushes him, takes out a
notebook and a pencil, and begins to make notes.

                                                         118.


EXT. CAR, DUBAI. NIGHT.

A deserted streetcorner. Various shuttered posh shops. Scott
walking across the street.

ANGLE CU on Scott, as he paces, as he walks.

                      SCOTT
            ...fourteen, fifteen, sixteen.

The camera takes him to the middle of the street. A right-
hand turn, a tight corner. He looks to his left.

ANGLE HIS POV. Beyond him, we see, several streets off, the
sign of the "Royale" hotel.

Scott beckons, and the man, Smith, comes out of the shadows.
He and Scott walk to a small passageway, at the corner.

Camera takes them through the passageway, where we see Jones,
standing by his car, in an alley.

                       SCOTT
            It's good.
                 (to Jones)
            It's very good.
                 (Jones nods his thanks)
            The charge takes the car out...
                 (to Smith)
            We got the flashbangs fore and
            aft, You hit the driver, follow
            down the driver's side, the car
            ain't going nowhere, the muscle
            gets out, I cap em, I go with
            the girl.
                 (he points to Jones.
                 He points to the car.
                 Jones nods. To Smith)
            You exfil on your own, we're on
            to the airport.

ANGLE, tight on Scott, and Jones.

                       SCOTT
            At the airport. When we hit the
            Conex. When you Seal Us In...you
            walk away.

                      JONES
            I understand.

                                                            119.


                      SCOTT
            I cannot have heat on it. Now: I
            know: that you want to protect
            the package. But: you have to
            walk away. And que sera, sera.

                      JONES
            I won't look back.

INT. WAREHOUSE ROOM. NIGHT.

Scott, at a desk, looking over his plans. A photo of Laura
Newton on his desk. Beyond him Smith and Jones are cleaning
and assembling weapons. Scott takes out his switchblade and
begins to hone it. Scott looks into the mechanism of the
knife. Peers intently, turns it over and raps it on the
table. We see a small seed fall out. Smith turns to the
sound, and looks inquisitively at Scott.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he picks the seed
                 up, answering Smith's
                 unspoken question)
            ...it's an appleseed.

Smith nods as if to say,"If you say so".

Scott reaches over to a box of Q-Tips, which sits on the
table along with other cleansing paraphernalia, and dips one
in the solvent bottle, and begins to clean the interior of
his switchblade.

ANGLE XCU on Scott, as he cleans the interior of his knife.
His face freezes...Scott leans over, and gestures at a
tweezers as part of Smith's cleaning kit. Smith nods "okay".

ANGLE INSERT. The interior of the knife. A small, wafer thin
electronic device adhering to the interior.

ANGLE on Scott. As he turns his back on the group. We see,
in an insert. He holds the electronic device up for scrutiny,
in the tweezers. He walks toward the windows of the warehouse.

                      SMITH
                 (as he cleans his
                 firearms, generally,
                 as if speaking of the universe)
            "Johnny Appleseed", eh?

                      SCOTT
            ...yeah, I'm just a Man of Peace...

We hear a car driving up, outside the warehouse. He looks
out of the window.

                                                            120.


ANGLE, HIS POV. Just seen, the nose of a small SUV, around
the corner, three men, getting out of the car.

ANGLE INT. WAREHOUSE DAY. Scott walks into a corridor of the
warehouse. He looks down an industrial staircase, and sees
the door at the bottom begin to open, stealthily.

ANGLE, camera takes Scott to a small, filthy bathroom. He
opens the door.

ANGLE, at the bottom of the stairs, Stoddard, with two
henchmen, heavily armed, look up.

ANGLE THEIR POV. Scott walking into the bathroom.

ANGLE, a floor of the warehouse. Stoddard, and his
accomplices, coming up the stairs to the floor, which holds
Scott. There are several closed doors. One of the men
consults a small hand-held 'GPS' unit, and points at one of
the doors. The men take up position around this door.
Stoddard nods, and they open fire through the door.

ANGLE, INT. THE BATHROOM. The men kick down the door, to
find the small cubicle-like room empty. One of them looks
around, and sees, and removes the small wafer-thin electronic
device from the top of the cistern. He shows it to Stoddard,
who throws it down in disgust. As he, followed by his men,
exit the room.

ANGLE EXT. DUBAI STREET. NIGHT. We see the small SUV parked
around the corner from the warehouse, a black clad driver,
sitting in the car, watching the warehouse.

The door is wrenched open, and we see Scott, the small
yellow duffle over his shoulder, drag the driver from the
car, and clout him to the ground. Scott gets into the car,
which begins to drive off.

INT. "MASKALA HOUSE" (THE HOUSE WITH THE ORNATE SCROLLWORK).
DUBAI. NIGHT.

ANGLE, Laura Newton, drugged, listless, sitting on the bed
in the small room. We hear a large explosion, and Laura gets
up, and moves toward the door of her room. She hears another
explosion, and shouts coming from outside her door. She is
reaching for the handle of the door, when the door opens,
and one of her Bodyguards opens the door, and addresses her.

                      BODYGUARD
            ...stay in your room, and...

He turns as another explosion is heard, coming from the
interior of the house. As he turns we hear glass breaking,
and see Scott entering through the window behind Laura.

                                                             121.


The Bodyguard turns, and Scott raises a silenced    pistol, and
shoots the Bodyguard twice. The Bodyguard falls,    Scott moves
to him, and drags him inside the room. He raises    his pistol
gesturing "shush" to Laura, and moves her toward    the window.

                         LAURA
            ...who...?

He uses the rope outside   the   window to improvise a sling,
for Laura, and drapes it   over   her head, and under her arms.
Scott picks her up, and   holds   her for a moment. She starts
to speak. And he answers   her   question.

                      SCOTT
            Stay by me.

He hesitates for a moment. We hear another explosion, he
nods, as if to say "That's what we're waiting for", and
passes her out of the window, and begins lowering her to the
ground.

ANGLE EXT. THE BUILDING. Laura, on the rope, reaching the
ground.

ANGLE INT. THE ROOM. Scott, as he turns to the sound of the
door opening, two men come through the door, and he shoots them.

ANGLE EXT. THE BUILDING. Scott puts Laura into the SUV and
gets behind the driver's seat. He puts the car in gear, and
it begins to drive off.

ANGLE INT. THE CAR. Laura turns to face him.

                      LAURA
            ...they said they were going to
            take care of me...

                      SCOTT
            I'm going to take care of you.
            You hold on, now.
                 (as Scott drives he
                 reloads his weapons)


                      LAURA
                 (lazily)
            Who are you?

                      SCOTT
            ...you remember, Baby, we went
            to high school together...
                 (pause)
            You dropped your earring.

                                                            122.


She shakes her head. Drugged. Trying to make sense of the
proceedings.

                      SCOTT
            You're Picasso, right...? That's
            who you are...

He draws the Picasso sign on the windshield, she looks at it,
having trouble focusing.

                      LAURA
            ...they're going to send me to a
            Party.

                       SCOTT
            No, Baby, you're going Home.
                  (pause)
            You're just taking the long way
            home.

ANGLE EXT. THE CAR. Moving through the streets. The airport
just becoming visible in the background.

INT. BARE ROOM. DUBAI. NIGHT.

Laura, asleep, at a small cardtable. Out of the window we
see an expanse of desert and scrub. Her head is down. Scott
enters the room, he moves a chair in front of the door,
moves to Laura, and manhandles her to a small cot, and
closes the shutters to the window.

                      SCOTT
            ...I told you to stay on the bed.

We see her wake and look around, trying to place herself.

ANGLE on Scott, as he takes out a notebook and begins to
make notes in it.

                      SCOTT
            ...you're going travelling.

                      LAURA
            ...what...?

                      SCOTT
            ...we're going to take a little
            trip.

She takes out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, and extracts
the last one. She takes out a match.

                      SCOTT
            ...put that away.

                                                            123.


                      LAURA
            ...I need a smoke.

                      SCOTT
            Y'can't smoke it. American
            tobacco. Smell. Carry. In the
            desert air.

He looks down his list, and nods. He takes a bandana from
his pocket and hands it to her.

                      SCOTT
            Put that on. Over your head.

                      LAURA
            Whatsamatter, you don't like
            Blondes...?

                      SCOTT
            Whole world likes Blondes. That's
            why you're here. Put the bandana on.

                      LAURA
                 (as she tries to light
                 the cigarette)
            I need a smoke.
                 (He takes it away from
                 her, and crumbles it.)
            ...gimme the fucken smoke.

He shushes her, and moves to the window.

ANGLE, EXT. The window. The first gleam of dawn. And, far
off, a Muezzin is heard chanting morning prayers. Laura
moves toward him, unbuttoning her blouse.

                      LAURA
            I could make you give me the smoke.

He slaps her lightly in the face.

                      SCOTT
            Keep it together.
                 (he takes a small
                 hypodermic kit)
            Keep it together, or I'm gonna
            give you a shot and carry you out.

She reacts violently to the sight of the needle. Beat. Then,
she sits on the bed and cries self-pityingly.

                      LAURA
            Nobody Cares about me...

                                                         124.


Hold. On Scott. And we take him back to a small shelf near
the door. He takes down what we see is an ashtray, overfull
with yellow-brown cigarette butts. He takes the ashtray to
the small table, takes out his knife, and begins shredding
the butts, and gathering the tobacco into a pile.

                       SCOTT
             ...that's right...

                       LAURA
             ...I'm just a whore...They
             wouldn't even come get me...

                       SCOTT
             They sent me...

Scott looks at the pile of tobacco. He extracts the "Rogers
Rangers" card from his pocket and looks at it. We read, in
an insert: "Rule #13: Every night, you'll be told where to
Meet, if Surrounded by Superior Force".

ANGLE, on Scott, as he very precisely peels the card into
two thin halves, and rolls one of the halves into a
cigarette, using the reclaimed tobacco from the ashtray. He
takes the cigarette to Laura. As a peace offering. She takes
it. Beat.

                       LAURA
             Did my father send you?

                       SCOTT
                  (as he lights her cigarette)
             ...that's right.

                       LAURA
                  (derisively)
             One man.

                        SCOTT
             One riot, one Ranger, you ever
             hear that?

ANGLE, on Scott, as he hears a car outside the window. He
draws a pistol and moves to the window, and looks down. He
gestures Laura to be quiet.

ANGLE EXT. The window. In the small, deserted street. A car
pulls up. A man gets out, and looks around. Beat. Another
man, and a woman, and two small children come out of the low
house and get into the car, which drives away.

                                                           125.


                      LAURA
            Leonides, the King of Sparta,
            when a neighboring state would
            beg for Military Aid. Would send
            One Man.

                      SCOTT
            ...well, there you go.

                      LAURA
            ...you ever hear that?

                      SCOTT
            No. I think we went to different
            schools.

He looks at her. Beat. She hands him the cigarette. And he
takes a drag, and passes it back. He checks his watch.

                      SCOTT
            ...put the bandana on.

                       LAURA
                 (softly)
            Did you hear the one about the
            king who turned his daughter
            into Gold?

                      SCOTT
            Yeah - I heard that one.

Beat. She turns away, and cries.

                      LAURA
            ...I don't want to go home.

                      SCOTT
            I didn't ask you.

EXT. DUBAI AIRPORT. DAY.

A long view of the airport.

ANGLE, a small delivery van we saw earlier. Parked in an
industrial area.

ANGLE INT THE VAN. Laura, dozing in the passengers seat.
Scott, sitting in the driver's seat, alert, watching.

ANGLE HIS POV. Seen beyond the corner of an industrial
building, beyond a chainlink fence, the airport.

ANGLE INT. THE CAR. Laura wakes with a start, and looks around.

                                                           126.


                      LAURA
            I don't know where we are...

                      SCOTT
            You just keep it together.

ANGLE Scott as he looks up to the sound of a plane.

ANGLE HIS POV. Directly over their heads, a small bizjet, on
final, about to touch down.

ANGLE, the chainlink fence. Scott and Laura at the fence
protecting the airport. Scott moves aside the pre-cut
section of fence, and gestures him through.

ANGLE, inside the fence. Laura and Scott moving to the
protection of a small hangar.

ANGLE, beyond them, we see the bizjet come to a halt, on the
tarmac, and turn. We see blazoned, on its side, "Global News".

ANGLE, on Scott and Laura, now inside the small hangar.
Scott moves to a small locker and extracts a set of
coveralls, and a cap, and takes them to Laura.

                      SCOTT
                 (of the coveralls)
            You put this on.

                      LAURA
                 (groggily)
            ...what...?

                      SCOTT
            You...

A pause. He turns to the sound of a car.

ANGLE HIS POV. A car, on the tarmac. It comes to a stop by a
private plane. Beyond this private plane, we see the "Global
News" bizjet, being directed to a stop.

ANGLE, on Scott, as he watches the tarmac.

ANGLE HIS POV. Stoddard and several of his men, get out of
the car which has stopped by the private plane. A man in
fatigues emerges from the plane, and hands Stoddard a piece
of paper. Stoddard begins giving this man directions.

ANGLE INT. THE CARGO HANGAR. Scott and Laura, who now has on
the mechanics coveralls.

                                                         127.


ANGLE Scott, as he looks out of the hangar door. To his
right, the plane with Stoddard and his men, to his left, the
"Global News" bizjet, its hatchway staircase, just descending.

ANGLE on Scott, as he looks at his watch. He turns to Laura.

                      SCOTT
            A little walk-in-the-park.
                 (he points her to the
                 News jet)
            See there...?

ANGLE EXT. THE NEWS BIZJET. Where a man in a safari jacket,
and a woman emerge from the plane, and glare at the sun. We
see this man consult his watch.

ANGLE, on Scott and Laura, as he walks her out of the hangar,
and towards the news bizjet. In the B.G. We see Stoddard,
and his men, at their plane. Another car pulls up to
Stoddard, disgorging a man, who goes to conference with
Stoddard.

ANGLE, these two men.

                      SECOND MAN
                 (giving his report)
            ...all of the passenger terminals,
            and all access-points to the
            Cargo and General Aviation...

                      LAURA
                 (groggily, as in a dream)
            No, you know what my mistake was...?

                      SCOTT
                 (as he looks around)
            ...what was that...?

He stops and picks up a pair of "paddles" from their
position, leaning against the nose wheel of a plane. They
walk on. In the BG we see Stoddard and his crew, searching.

                      SCOTT
            ...what was your mistake...?

                      LAURA
                 (from a distance, as
                 she begins to laugh,
                 as at a great private
                 joke; she stops walking)
            ...you think we bring our
            troubles on ourselves...?

                                                            128.


                      SCOTT
            I'm certain of it.

She starts laughing, getting hysterical.

                      SCOTT
            No, no...come on baby...come on,
            come on girl: just walk to the
            plane: Just Get On the
            Plane...WALK TO THE PLANE...

She starts to break free and Scott manoeuvres her into a
small hangar area. She is struggling mightily. Scott has his
hand over her mouth.

ANGLE. We see their feet moving through a pool of oil on the
concrete floor - we see she loses her footing. We see Scott
tighten his grip on her, and is furiously trying to calm her.

                       SCOTT
            Shussh, baby... shussh...
            shussh... it's going to be
            alright...

We see him work a small hypodermic kit from the pocket of
his jacket. We see Laura see it, and her eyes grow wide.

                      SCOTT
            This's going to make Everything
            Allright...

Laura reacts to the hypodermic, which Scott is bringing
toward her. And screams.

                        LAURA
            No!

EXT. THE HANGAR AREA.

We see Stoddard, and his men, about to get into their Jeep,
stop, and turn at the sound.

ANGLE INT. The Hangar Area. Signs all over marked in Arabic
and English - "Petrol - No Smoking!!"

As Scott lunges after Laura, the door, behind her bursts
open, and Stoddard and an accomplice enter, placing Laura,
in the midst of the hangar, between Stoddard and Scott. Who
stands in front of a large tanker labelled "Aviation Gasoline".

                                                            129.


                      STODDARD
            Leave her Alone.
                 (to his men)
            Don't shoot him, don't shoot,
            you'll blow the thing sky high...

                         SCOTT
            Laura...

                      STODDARD
            Thank God we Found you. You know
            me. I work for Mister Burch.
            I've met you...

ANGLE on Laura, standing between the two men. She is
completely confused. She looks from one to another.

                      LAURA
                 (drugged and groggy)
            He said that he came to get me...
                 (she shakes her head
                 in disbelief. Then she
                 starts to walk a step
                 toward Scott, then
                 turns, and proceeds
                 toward Stoddard.)


                      STODDARD
            That's right, Laura...Walk away
            from him. Walk to the Plane...He
            can't hurt you now. Walk to the
            plane...

He points at his bizjet, outside, on the tarmac. Laura walks,
unsteadily, in the direction pointed, and we see a female
attendant, in a vaguely military getup, get out of the plane,
and begin to walk toward Laura.

                         SCOTT
                    (screams)
            No...

He starts toward Laura. And Stoddard and his two men
interpose themselves between Scott and Laura, who is
approaching the plane. Stoddard's two men approach Scott.
One draws a knife.

ANGLE on Scott, who hangs his head, wearily. He looks down
at his empty hands.

ANGLE on the man with the knife, approaching him.

                                                           130.


ANGLE on Scott, straightening himself, as if submitting to
the inevitable, as the man with the knife draws closer. He
makes a thrust, and covers. Scott steps toward him and spits
at him, full in the face. The man with the knife recoils for
a moment, and Scott disarms him, throws him viciously to the
concrete floor, and stomps on him. Scott bends to pick up
the knife the man has dropped, and turns to face the other
man. As he does so, he slips on what we see is a large pool
of oil on the floor. He goes down heavily. And the second
man steps into him as he falls, drawing his pistol.

                      STODDARD
            DON'T SHOOT, DON'T SHOOT, DON'T
            SHOOT HIM IN HERE...

The man uses the pistol to cuff Scott, who is attempting to
rise to his knees, behind the ear. Scott falls.

                      STODDARD
            Cuff 'im...

The man handcuffs Scott behind his back.

ANGLE on Scott shaking his head to clear it, as he now
struggles to his knees.

ANGLE, his POV. Laura Newton, walking toward the bizjet.

                      STODDARD
                 (to Scott)
            Yes...well...

                      SCOTT
            Let the girl go home.
                 (pause)


                      STODDARD
                 (to his henchmen)
            ...wait till she lifts off, take
            him outside and shoot him.

                      SCOTT
                 (as he speaks he moves,
                 slightly, continuously,
                 to get a better view
                 of the girl)
            ...why can't the Girl Go Home?

                      STODDARD (CU)
            Because she's dead.
                 (pause)
            You had to know the Secret
            Knowledge. Didn't you?

                                                         131.


                      SCOTT
            What is the Secret Knowledge?

                      STODDARD
            The Secret Knowledge is: There
            Is No Secret Knowledge.
                 (turns over his
                 shoulder, to look at
                 Laura, walking toward
                 the plane)
            You went Beyond What Was
            Permitted. And the Gods Are Angry.

ANGLE. On the tarmac. Laura, walking toward the plane, the
petroleum storage hangar behind her. We see a vaguely
military uniformed woman fall into step beside her and take
her arm. Laura looks at her. We see Laura full face, and
just the shoulder of the woman escorting her. Beyond them we
hear the engine of the bizjet start up.

                      LAURA
            ...I'm so tired.

                      WOMAN
            ...I'm going to ask you to do
            Just the One More Thing...

Laura looks at her questioningly.

                      WOMAN
            I'm going to ask you, now, to
            walk away from this plane, and
            come with me.

ANGLE, to show that the stewardess, who descended from the
bizjet (the vaguely military clad young woman we saw earlier)
is still on station outside of the bizjet, and that the
woman who is walking and talking with Laura is Jackie Black,
the young female sergeant we met earlier. Laura looks at her
uncomprehendingly. Laura begins shaking her head pathetically,
and protesting, drawing away from Jackie Black.

                      LAURA
            No...leave me alone. No - I don't
            know you...

ANGLE, INT. The Petroleum Hangar. Day.

                                                            132.


                      STODDARD
                 (to his men, as he,
                 Stoddard, casts a
                 glance outside, and
                 then back)
            Alright, take him outside...
                 (the henchman hoists
                 Scott to his feet)


ANGLE, on Laura and Jackie Black. Standing immobile. Laura
looks down at something. She then looks up, her face transfixed.

ANGLE, on Jackie Black's hands, she holds the cheap jewelry
box we saw earlier, and, in it. The photo of Laura and Donny,
and the legend: "Donny you can keep this box, cause I will
never take them off."

ANGLE XCU, on Laura, as she looks at Jackie, who now moves
Laura away from the bizjet, and towards the assemblage of
newspeople, who are on the tarmac, around the "global news" jet.

ANGLE, EXT. The Global News Jet. A female reporter,
gossiping, with some of her crew, looks over in the
direction of Laura and Jackie, and does a double-take.

                      FEMALE REPORTER
            Oh, my God...

ANGLE, on Stoddard, his man, and Scott. As they leave the
hangar. Stoddard looks around.

ANGLE, his POV. Inside the hangar, the fallen man, that
Scott has killed. Stoddard goes back inside, to drag this
man away. He looks up. And, as he does so, he sees Laura,
walking with Jackie Black, toward the Global News Plane.

                      STODDARD
                 (yells)
            Wait...!

ANGLE, on Jackie Black and Laura, walking toward the plane,
where we see the crew hurriedly setting up a camera.

ANGLE, on Stoddard, as he draws his pistol, and fires toward
Laura and Jackie. We see Jackie move to shield Laura, and
then, struck by a bullet, she goes down.

                      JACKIE BLACK
                 (to Laura)
            Keep walking...

ANGLE, on Scott, in the grip of Stoddard's henchman.

                                                         133.


                      HENCHMAN
                 (to Stoddard)
            ...do you want me to...?

In the moment he is distracted. Scott breaks the man's grip,
and his arm. He knees the man, and kicks him to the ground.

ANGLE, INT. The Global Jet. The news crew reacts to the shot.
Beyond them we see Jackie, fallen to the tarmac, and Laura,
is walking toward the newspeople.

                      FEMALE REPORTER
            Gimme an uplink Gimme an uplink...
            GET IT ON THE SAT. Now Now Now...

Inside the jet we see various monitors, and one switches
from an innocuous travelogue, to the scene at the airport,
and the caption "Live". We see the shot is taken from inside
the plane. We see Laura stumbling toward the bizjet, and see
the female reporter run out of the plane, and move her to
safety inside the cabin.

                      FEMALE REPORTER
                 (to the unseen cameraman)
            On her. On her, get it on the
            girl...Get us Out of Here...

The camera shifts to the image of Laura Newton, going out
live. Behind her we hear the crew shooting commands, and see
the door to the Global jet close, as the jet begins to taxi.

ANGLE, INT. The Petroleum Hangar. We see Stoddard, reloading
his pistol. In the BG we see Scott step through his
handcuffs, that is, bring them in front of his body. He
takes a pistol from the henchman, who is writing on the
floor. He raises the pistol and shoots the henchman. He
turns on Stoddard.

                      SCOTT
            The girl ain't dead, baby, you're
            dead. You see: that's the
            difference.

He walks toward Stoddard,who is fumbling, trying to reload
his pistol.

                      STODDARD
            WAIT: WAIT. The girl's home. You
            brought her home. Now, listen to
            me, because I am going to tell
            you...now, you wanted to be
            "inside"...I am going to take
            you as far inside as you can go:
            Z'at what you want...? Is that
            what you want?

                                                            134.


                       SCOTT
            No, I just wanted to bring the
            girl back.

He shoots Stoddard, who falls.

ANGLE, INT. The Bizjet, as it taxis. Laura Newton turns her
face to the sound of the shot.

ANGLE, her POV. Jackie Black, on the tarmac, Scott, kneeling
to the fallen Stoddard, and then running out of the hangar
toward her.

ANGLE, on Scott, running, as we see he has the key he has
taken from Stoddard, and is releasing his handcuffs.

ANGLE Jackie Black, bleeding, as Scott kneels to her, and
cradles her. Scott looks down. Black is weakening, and
obviously expiring.

                      JACKIE BLACK
            ...is she safe?

                      SCOTT
            That's right, she's safe.

                      JACKIE BLACK
                 (weakly, almost whispering)
            ...well, then...

ANGLE on Scott, cradling her. Weeping, as he smoothes her hair.

                      SCOTT
            ...that's right, Baby...


FADE OUT.




SPARTAN
A Screenplay by David Mamet
Copyright c 2002
By David Mamet



                                             AUGUST 2002


Spartan



Writers :   Brian Helgeland
Genres :   Crime  Drama  Thriller


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