TICKER

By Paul B. Margolis

Original Draft: 11/10/97

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METROPOLITAN CITY - DOWNTOWN - LATE NIGHT

Hot summer night. The flesh district - hookers working the sidewalks, stopping cars. MIKE REILLY, 20s, paces a corner, restless, looking for action ... wet hair, three-day beard, trenchcoat, sneakers, heat-seeking weary eyes. He flashes a wad of bills in an effort to get some attention... no one notices. Across the street, BILL RICE, 50s, a ragged transient, strolls over. RICE Know what the problem is, kid? ugly to get propositioned. REILLY Look whos talking, old man. RICE Cmon, its a quiet night. Rice starts away. 2 EXT. Reilly pauses, then trudges after him. 2

Youre too

SIDESTREET - NIGHT

Rice and Reilly pull donuts and coffee out of a bag, talk with their mouths full as they walk. RICE Next week we work the park. REILLY I gotta get back on top. detail.

Get off the sleaze

RICE You will, one day at a time. grey when it happens...

Ill be old and

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They share a grin, pass a BAG LADY who wears a pie-tin crown, holding her hand out to a PIMP getting into a Cadillac. BAG LADY A small gift, sir, for the Queen ... The Pimp ignores her, screeches off. The Bag Lady pulls out a pad, adds his license number to a list, glances up at Rice and Reilly. BAG LADY (cont.) I keep a record, see? They dont pay, I dont forget. Rice fishes some change out of his pocket. RICE Here you go, your Highness. BAG LADY Thank you, officer. She pushes her shopping cart away. Rice and Reilly look at each other, crack up, surprised she knew he was a cop. REILLY So whatll you do? After they give you the gold watch. RICE Hell, I got a gold watch... it just dont work. Maybe theyll give me a new fishing pole, or something useful. REILLY You dont fish. RICE How hard can it be? The grand kids been buggin me about taking them camping.

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REILLY You outta the city... thats a fish out of water. Whats with all this family talk lately, anyway? RICE One of these days youre gonna get tired of fighting the shit. When that happens, youll wish you had family. REILLY I got close but it never woulda

No thanks. worked.

They stop beside a dirty, beat-up Studebaker parked in the alley, climb in, Reilly behind the wheel. 3 INSIDE THE STUDEBAKER Cluttered with debris - clothes, boxes, personal items. Reilly jiggles the ignition - the engine coughs and sputters, finally turns over. RICE Why dont you just shoot it and put it out of its misery? REILLY What are you talking about, its purring like a kitty. RICE I thought you said whats-her-names brother was going to fix it. REILLY She didnt work out, had to cut her loose. RICE What was it this time? REILLY She wanted to cook me breakfast. 3

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The White Van appears up ahead and turns into a seemingly deserted buildings garage. Reilly and Rice exchange a glance as they wait to see lights come on in the building. They dont. Two flashlight beams criss cross through the windows of the building briefly, then disappear. They hear a brief heated argument, that is cut short abruptly. Then silence. REILLY (cont.) Cmon, lets check it out. RICE Were vice, I didnt see no pimps or hookers in that van. But if youre so gung-ho, wed best call it in for some back-up. REILLY Nah, lets just take a look-see. Reilly jumps out and heads for the building. eyes, follows. 4 INT. BUILDING - NIGHT Rice rolls his

A huge, old, battered machine shop. Spooky darkness, dead quiet. Moonlight filters in through dirt-smeared windows. The door CREAKS as Reilly and Rice slip in, stop, eyes scan. Nothing. Just rows of glistening machines. Rice gestures for Reilly to spread out. They head in, footsteps echoing, shadows washing over them. Still nothing...deeper, deeper... then, glancing over, Reilly sees a shape hiding behind a machine. He steps towards it. The shape whirls - a beautiful spitfire of a GIRL with piercing blue eyes. She tries to bolt. Reilly grabs her. She struggles, pulls a knife, slashes his arm, drawing blood through his trenchcoat.

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Ow!

REILLY Son-of-a-bitch.

He punches her full force in the face - she collapses, knocked out cold. Rice rushes over. RICE You okay? REILLY Yeah, just a nick ... Then, over Reillys shoulder, Rice sees a dark SILHOUETTE emerging from behind a machine. Rice draws his pistol. RICE Police!

Freeze!

As Reilly whirls, the Silhouette raises a Mac-11. Rice shoves Reilly aside as the Silhouette OPENS FIRE... Diving for cover, Reilly flings back his trenchcoat, whips out his 9mm and RETURNS FIRE at the Silhouette, blowing the shit out of windows behind, sparks showering off machines. Silence for an instant, Reilly looks for Rice and finds him bleeding to death on the floor nearby - he is completely exposed to the line of fire. The Silhouette and another FIGURE OPEN FIRE on Reilly. SWAN, 40s, crazy-brilliant, manic eyes... and one of his men, pale, sweaty, wearing an EARRING, 30s, continue the barrage. Swan fires ONE SHOT at a time at Rice, deliberately aiming not to kill him, trying to flush Reilly out. Rice screams as BULLETS RIP into his legs. Reilly tries to reach him but cant, shots forcing him back. A dark-eyed man with a BEARD appears in the b.g. and stealths towards Reilly from behind.

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Reilly face is in agony as Rice moans in pain. He glances urgently from the gunmen to the exit behind them, to The Girl lying next to him -- whats keeping them there? Obviously The Girl. She stirs. Desperate, Reilly grabs her by the hair, shoves his 9mm to her head. Using her as a shield, he drags her in front of Rice to protect him. REILLY (to gunmen) Drop it! Swans eyes flare. He steps out into the open, gun aimed at Rice, eyes locked murderously on Reilly. SWAN Let her go. Reilly cocks his hammer, fingers trembling. stiffens, terrified. The Girl

Beard emerges behind Reilly. Deadly silent, he raises an automatic, trying to get a clear shot between machines... SWAN (cont.) No, the girl! Reilly whirls, sees Beard, shrinks back to stay covered. EARRING (to Swan) We gotta get outta here! REILLY (to Swan) Tell them to drop it - now! A deadly stalemate. Faraway SIRENS WAIL.

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SWAN You have no idea how sorry youre going to be. (to The Girl) Dont worry. Beard smolders, Earring sweats. Keeping their guns up, the three men grab tool bags, work their way to the alley door and slip out. The moment theyre gone, Reilly quickly handcuffs The Girl to a machine, kneels, cradles Rice. RICE Mike... REILLY Dont talk. RICE Take your time... one day at a time, kid... Rice takes Reillys hand and pats it on his wristwatch. RICE (cont.) Its all I got... its yours. REILLY It dont workRICE (grinning) Aint that a shit-Rices eyes go blank, he exhales his last breath. Reilly winces, eyes welling up. His gaze moves at the Girl. The Girl stares uncomfortably, a blink of sympathy stealing past her hard exterior ...

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POLICE HEADQUARTERS - MORNING

Looking numb, out of place, Rices blood still on his trenchcoat, Reilly walks in, weaves through a chaos of ringing phones, overworked cops, suspects being booked. Cops look up, whisper about him. Turning a corner, Reilly bumps into a bulldog of a cop, HARRY, hustling The Girl out of a booking room. Shes got a shiner where Reilly hit her. The Girl and Reilly make eye contact, intimate somehow, a flash of vulnerability and fear in The Girls face... HARRY Hey, Reilly, Captains looking for you. Reilly snaps out of it, continues on. hustles the girl away. 6 INT. CAPTAINS OFFICE - DAY Reilly nods as Harry

Behind his desk, a work-weary captain, WINTERS, 50s, sucks coffee as he grills ARTIE PLUCHINSKY, 40s, a slick suit-andtie homicide detective. WINTERS Prints? PLUCHINSKY Nothing so far. WINTERS What about the ballistics report? PLUCHINSKY Labs backed up, were still waiting for it. Reilly walks in.

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REILLY Captain... WINTERS Reilly, what the hell happened out there? didnt you call for back-up? REILLY (at a loss, sad) Sir, I--

Why

Reilly looks at his watch (we notice hes now wearing Rices watch). He taps it, listens to see if its ticking. WINTERS (contd) (softening) Dammit, Rice was a good man, REILLY I want to work this. PLUCHINSKY Youre vice, not homicide. Besides, you dont have the experience and youre too personally involved. REILLY But sir-WINTERS You know the rules. Youre off the street til I.A.D. clears the investigation. Now go home and clean yourself up, get some rest... Harry barges in, dumps a bag of personal effects on the desk. HARRY She wont talk. Look at this shit, no I.D., nothing... Reilly picks up a twisted plastic-wire bracelet.

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PLUCHINSKY Whats that? HARRY Bracelet she was wearing. REILLY Looks like the stuff my dad used to use to blow up tree stumps back in Scranton. PLUCHINSKY Maybe she knows your old man. Reilly sears into Pluchinsky. WINTERS Take it down to the Bomb Squad, ArtieREILLY Ill do it. Winters eyes him for a beat, relents... WINTERS Run this down to the Cave.

Okay, kid.

Reilly spins and exits quickly. 7 INT. POLICE STATION - BASEMENT - DAY 7

Emerging from a dingy back staircase, Reilly enters a hallway and moves to a door a door marked BOMB SQUAD. 8 INT. POLICE STATION - THE CAVE - DAY 8

Reilly enters into another world - a dungeon cluttered with bomb paraphernalia, defusing equipment, a dog house, pingpong table, Sheryl Crow pin-up, Chicago Bears posters, Yassir Arafat dartboard, a photo-shrine to dead Bomb Squaders. A plain, fresh-faced assistant, BEV, 30s, looks up from her computer station.

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BEV May I help you? REILLY Im looking for the Bomb Squad. BEV Theyre not here. REILLY Where are they? BEV And you are...? REILLY Officer Reilly, vice. BEV There out on a call, perhaps I can help youREILLY -Where? BEV 2600 block of Lakefront. REILLY Thanks. Reilly sprints out. 9 EXT. Bev tries to finish but hes gone. 9

A limousine.

But, I-

CITY STREETS - DAY

The Studebaker coughs and smokes in and out of traffic. 10 EXT. LAKEFRONT STREET - DAY 10

A young, uniformed police OFFICER stops Reilly in front of a cordoned-off section of the street.

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REILLY (flashes badge) Bomb Squad. The Officer nods and moves the barricade out of the way, Reilly hits the gas, rumbles through. The Studebaker swings past a fire truck, an ambulance, and two squads cars. Two OFFICERS stand near a building with a worried BUSINESSMAN and his CHAUFFEUR. Reilly parks 50 yards from a limo stopped in the middle of the street. A Bomb Squad van and sleek black Harley Davidson parked beyond it. Reilly hops out, heads cautiously for the limo POOCH, 50s, a barrel-chested ex-football player is on his hands and knees looking under the limo. Red rubber ball in hand, Hawaiian shirt half-tucked in, he leads around an equally scruffy Labrador Retriever, SCHNOZ. POOCH Smell anything, Schnoz?

Me, neither.

T.J., 20s, a country boy inspects the open trunk. GLASS, 40s, clean-cut, straight-laced, easy-going smile, brilliant leader of the team, steps lightly around the open drivers door. POOCH (contd) (cont.) Schnoz, come here, boy. T.J. Shhh, I hear something.... Reilly stands off 25 feet. GLASS Who the heckre you? Glass notices him.

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REILLY You the Bomb Squad? T.J. No, were terrorists, stay back or well blow. GLASS Were a bit busy at the moment, Ill give you a statement in a few minutes if were still alive. REILLY (flashes badge) Reilly, Vice. IT.J. Quiet! Glass and Pooch step lightly to the rear of the limo where T.J. has discovered a shoebox wedged next to the spare tire. T.J. leans down, puts his ear to it, nods. T.J. (cont.) Ticker. Pooch lifts up Schnoz and holds him over the trunk. sniffs the shoebox, whines. POOCH Schnoz says its loaded. Schnozzie. Schnoz

Good boy,

Pooch lowers Schnoz back to the ground throws him the red ball, and trots back to the van, climbs up inside and sits, watching. GLASS Alright boys, look close.

Lets assess.

Glass, Pooch and T.J. take a beat just to look at the shoebox. Then, Glass nods for Reilly to move away.

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Reilly takes a few steps back, watching as the team works together - Glass in charge - a psychic connection between them as they pass tools back and forth like surgeons. POOCH Whadaya think, boy or girl? Glass puts on magnifying spectacles -- precise, organized, a detail freak as he uses a wooden probe to test the box for wires, sensors. As the others watch, Glass rubs his fingertips ritualistically and carefully eases the top off the box. He reaches in... Grabs something... Slowly pulls it out ...

Its a Mickey Mouse alarm clock doll, a clump of unlit firecrackers taped between Mickeys legs. The Bomb Squaders whoop and howl - all except Pooch who pulls out a pack of Tums, shoves half of it in his mouth. GLASS Its a girl ! They all crack up, hysterical. these guys are nuts! 11 Reilly stares in disbelief --

MOMENTS LATER - AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN In the b.g., the Officers finish getting a statement from the Businessman as the still-worried Chauffeur inspects the limo. T.J. and Pooch load their equipment into the van as Glass fills out paperwork. T.J. That guys wife must be pretty pissed off to play a trick like that.

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No shit. case.

POOCH I better send Meg flowers just in

T.J. and Pooch share a laugh as Reilly approaches... REILLY Whos in charge here? Pooch points to Schnoz. POOCH He is! REILLY Look, its important. T.J. Make an appointment. REILLY Its about this. Reilly holds up the bracelet. GLASS Where did you get this? REILLY Off a girls wrist. T.J. P.E.T.N ... REILLY What? GLASS High-grade det cord. This girl, either shes got strange taste in jewelry or shes into serious demolition. Glass takes it, frowns.

A suspect...

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REILLY What do you mean? Glass whips out a blasting cap from his utility belt, cuts off a piece of the bracelet, plugs it in. POOCH Fire in the hole! Glass tosses it into a sewer drain. A beat, then a small EXPLOSION, smoke billows out of the gutter drain. The nearby Officers jump, alarmed. The Bomb Squad guys laugh. Glass waves to the Officers. GLASS Sorry about that. (to Reilly) Thats an inch of the stuff, imagine what the whole thingd do. REILLY Thanks. He grabs back the bracelet, turns to leave. GLASS Hey wait a minuteReilly jogs back to his Studebaker, climbs in and roars off in a cloud of dirty smoke. T.J. Vice... Jesus. POOCH Thatd be some explosive pussy hes got his hands on. Pooch and T.J. share a laugh as Glass shakes his head, climbs on his Harley. The others pile into the van. Glass kicks-starts his hog and rumbles away, van following.

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BAR - DAY

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Thin crowd of day-time drinkers. Earring walks in, moves to a booth where Swan and Beard are eating. Earring pulls out a Gallois (French) cigarette, lights up from a book of matches. EARRING Theyre holding her downtown. SWAN What about the cop?

Earring shrugs. BEARD If youd let me waste him. EARRING What if she talks? SWAN She wont. BEARD I say we split town. Come back to this job when things cool. Weve got other contracts Denver, Seattle... Swan slams his fist down, spilling food. looks up from their drink. SWAN I want her back and we do the job. BEARD I thought we agreed, the personal cant interfere with the professional. EARRING Besides, were on a schedule and the cops wont let her go. No one in bar even

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SWAN Unless we make them. EARRING Hey... Earring stares uneasily. Swan and Beard look up, freeze. pair of PATROL COPS are heading directly towards them. Earring reaches under his jacket... arm, calming him. Swan grabs Earrings A

The Cops keep coming, then at the last moment, they veer left and slide into a booth. Swan nods, they get up and casually slip outside. 13 INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - DAY 13

Reilly hurries in, interrupts Winters and Pluchinsky talking over Pluchinskys desk. REILLY CaptainAn OFFICER shouts from across the room, holding up a phone. OFFICER Captain, line one! WINTERS (to Reilly) I thought I told you-OFFICER He says its important, something about the Rice shooting. Winters snatches up the nearest phone. WINTERS Winters.

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He listens, facial expression changing, getting tight. WINTERS (cont.) What...? He punches an intercom button - the whole room stops, looks up, as Swans voice comes over the squawk box. SWANS VOICE I said release the girl or alot of people are going to die. Winters signals frantically for the call to be traced -- cops spring into action. SWANS VOICE (contd) (cont.) Its exactly two oclock. If shes not released in one hour, people die. WINTERS Wait, what do you mean--? Click, the line goes dead. chance of a trace. Winters slams down the phone - no

WINTERS (cont.) Shit! PLUCHINSKY What the hell was that? REILLY A ticking bomb... WINTERS What? REILLY (holds up bracelet) Its detonation cord, for a bomb.

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PLUCHINSKY Its a bluff. The guys full of crap. WINTERS We cant take the chance. Ring down to the Bomb Squad. I want them on alert. REILLY Ill do it. WINTERS Goddamit, Reilly-REILLY Look, I saw these guys, I can i.d. them. WINTERS I know youre anxious to get back but... just stay out of homicides way or Ill have you classifying fingerprints, understand? REILLY Yes, sir. Reilly takes off, Pluchinsky glares. 14 INT. THE CAVE - DAY 14

T.J. is hunched over a twisted mess of wires, untangling them. Pooch taste-tests dog biscuits for Schnoz, then feeds them to him, as he talks to his wife on the phone. Glass is dissecting the Mickey Mouse clock. POOCH No, honey, Im fine. Yeah, well, youre welcome. You deserve flowers more often. Bev glances longingly at T.J. as she gives Glass a neck rub. GLASS Bev, youre the greatest...

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T.J. Hey, Im next. T.J. winks as Bev turns away, hard to get. Reilly bursts in. BEV Hey, thats the guyREILLY We just got a bomb threat upstairs. This gets everyones attention. REILLY (cont.) A cop was killed last night interrupting a robbery. One of the gang was grabbed, a girl. The one I told you about with the detonation cord. Well, her friends just called in, theyre threatening to waste people unless shes released in the next hour. GLASS Alright, lets check it out. REILLY We can start in the area where the robbery occurred. T.J. Vice cop on a homicide? REILLY Captain assigned me to assist you. POOCH What the hell you know about tickers

Assist? anyway?

GLASS Easy, guys. (to Reilly) (MORE)

11/10/97 GLASS (cont.) Look, nothing personal, but you cant just waltz in here and expect to join the team. REILLY Whatre you talking about? GLASS When you need us, you love us, when you dont, were shunned by the rest of the department. REILLY Weve got one hour. or not? The Squad just stands there. REILLY (cont.) Okay, fuck you. Reilly walks out. at the bracelet. The guys look at each other. Glass frowns

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Are you coming

T.J. Those vice cops, around all that pussy, so pent up. Bev smirks at T.J.s language, he lowers his eyes. POOCH (to Glass) What do you think? GLASS Call upstairs, see what you can find out. POOCH Right. GLASS (re: bracelet) T.J., run a trace on this, see if you can pin down where it came from. Whoever these people are, lets hope theyre all talk.

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Reillys Studebaker is parked next to the machine shop building. 16 INT. BUILDING - MACHINE SHOP - DAY 16

Reilly enters and slowly re-walks his steps from the shootout, pausing over the chalk outline of Rices body. Two FORENSICS OFFICERS silently comb over the crime scene. Reilly pauses, sadness overwhelming him. One of the Officers nods at him, he has to turn away as the emotions come. 17 INT. SUNCREST MOTEL - ROOM - DAY 17

Sophisticated detonation equipment and weapons cover the beds. Beard scowls, Earring sweats as Swan puts the finishing touches on a computerized briefcase bomb. SWAN What time is it? EARRING Twenty after. BEARD Swan, its no use. Look, we can still make Houston-SWAN Shut up! He sets a timer, closes the briefcase, smiles. 18 EXT. SUNCREST MOTEL - DAY 18

Sleazy area. Briefcase in hand, Earring slips out and blends into pedestrian traffic.

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Earring walks on, just a man with a briefcase. 20 EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY 20

Earring slows and passes a bus stop where a group of giggly TEENAGE GIRLS are waiting. He notices a raven-haired KNOCKOUT going into the pub up ahead. He grins and follows her in. 21 INT. PUB - DAY 21

A trendy Irish Pub, a sparse lunch crowd. Earring enters, spots the Knockout ordering a drink at the bar, slides onto a stool next to her, and deposits the briefcase on the floor. EARRING Hey, beautiful, can I buy you some bangers and mash? Pint of Guiness? She gives him a once-over, turns up her nose, nods a thanks to the Bartender delivering her white wine. Earrings smile doesnt change. EARRING (cont.) Last chance. You know, even the smallest choices in life could change everything. KNOCKOUT Fuck off, pal. Earring grins and shrugs an oh well. He slides off the stool, steps back, and exits... leaving the briefcase behind. EXT. BAR - DAY

Earring walks out and strolls off. He checks his watch, picks up the pace. He disappears around a corner. Cars pass. People stroll by. Nothing happens.

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An ordinary scene on an ordinary day. screaming.

The silence is

Suddenly - the bar EXPLODES. A FIREBALL BURSTS OUT the front window, showering the street with wood and BROKEN GLASS. 22 EXT. BAR - DAY - LATER 22

Chaotic aftermath of the bombing... sirens, flashing red lights. Police hold back onlookers, Firemen clean up, Paramedics carry corpses and moaning Victims out of the charred, smoking ruins, into waiting ambulances. A black-and-white tears up. Capt. Winters leaps out, pushes through to a dirt-covered FIRE CHIEF. FIRE CHIEF Eight dead, so far. Winters looks grim. 23 AT THE BARRICADE Reilly SCREECHES up in his Studebaker, jumps out, pushes through, flashes his badge, enters the police zone. He stops as he sees a bloody FEMALE VICTIM being loaded into an ambulance. Suddenly a voice snaps him out of it. PLUCHINSKY Whatre you doing here? Reilly faces him. PLUCHINSKY (cont.) Youre offsides. Beat it. Reilly ignores them, starts towards the ruins. shoves him back. PLUCHINSKY (cont.) I said get the fuck outta here. Pluchinsky 23

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REILLY You touch me again and-PLUCHINSKY And what, youll shoot me? Hey, dont mistake me for one of your partners, Id like to make retirement in one piece. Pluchinsky starts to laugh as Reilly pops him once hard in the face. Pluchinsky staggers backwards, grasping his bleeding nose. Reilly is ready for more as Pluchinsky starts at him. They exchange a few body shots before several cops swarm in and pull them apart. Winters hustles over. WINTERS What the hells going on? PLUCHINSKY Son-of-a-bitch... my nose... interfering with-

This fuck-up is

WINTERS Reilly, whatre you doing here? REILLY Sir... WINTERS I thought I told you-GLASS (O.C.) Hes with us. They all turn. Glass and T.J. stand there, soot-smeared, wearing utility belts. GLASS (cont.) We asked him to come.

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T.J. Yeah, hes helping us work up a profile on this thing. GLASS Hope you dont mind, Captain, might help us catch these guys that much sooner. (to Reilly) Coming? Reilly looks at the Captain awkwardly. WINTERS Go ahead, kid. Reilly marches after Glass and T.J., leaving Pluchinsky fuming, holding closed his bloody nose. PLUCHINSKY Im filing charges against that motherWINTERS Can it, Pluchinsky. And shove some cotton up your nose. ANGLE - ON THE BOMB SQUAD Reilly follows Glass and T.J., bewildered. REILLY Why...?

What was-?

GLASS That cop who bought it... you didnt tell us he was your partner. T.J. Weve lost brothers too, we know what thats like.

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GLASS Lets get something straight. Were doing you a favor. Youre not exactly a guy we want around explosives. REILLY What? GLASS This isnt bumper cars, its brain surgery. You wanna work with us, you do it our way, understand? REILLY Now wait just a fuckingGLASS Be cool around my men, they dont trust strangers. And try not to swear so much, its unattractive. Reilly glares, tongue-tied, as they walk past the Bomb Squad van and Glass Harley, enter the wreckage. 24 INT. PUB - DAY 24

Smoky hell. Two Firemen drag out a fire hose. Glass, T.J. and Reilly approach a taped-off area where Pooch is on his hands and knees, wet and dirty as he searchs for clues. Schnoz sits nearby, red ball in his mouth. GLASS By the way, Im Glass. Pooch. REILLY Mike Reilly. T.J. (offering dirty hand) Uh-huh... Reilly avoids the hand.

This is T.J., and

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POOCH That theres Schnoz, mascot and ace bomb sniffer. Say hi, Schnozzie. Schnoz ignores them, sniffing a charred beam in a corner. T.J. points out burn patterns to Glass. T.J. Flame racer, partial P.C.L. See this wave pattern? Definitely self-contained. Pooch sniffs dirt, tastes it. POOCH Nitro, dash of Semtrex, vegetable oil ... REILLY What kind of bomb was it? T.J. Device. REILLY Huh? GLASS We dont use the b-word.

Bad luck.

REILLY So youre the Device Squad... and you defuse devices? GLASS We treat devices.

Treat.

REILLY (amused) Anything else I should know? GLASS Dont push it, slick.

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Schnoz whines and paws at something under the beam. scramble over. T.J. Pooch, can you move it? POOCH I dont know...

They

Pooch positions himself like a weight-lifter preparing to dead-lift. He growls as he strains to lift the beam out of the way. Glass and T.J. jump in and go to work with toothbrushes and tweezers. As Reilly watches, fascinated, they uncover a scorched fragment of a briefcase handle. T.J. Yes, baby, yes ... Pooch throws Schnoz the red ball. POOCH Good boy, Schnoz. Daddy loves you. T.J. Scorch marks... looks like they used silly putty. Reilly looks to Glass for an explanation. GLASS C4, plastic explosive. T.J. Helluva fuck factor. Reilly again looks for an explanation. T.J. (cont.) Dont worry, youll pick it up.

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POOCH Hey, check this out? Something glitters in the ashes. Pooch picks it up with tweezers. A tiny chip. The guys stare at it, puzzled. GLASS Lemme see that. Glass takes it, puts on his magnifying spectacles, holds it up to the light, frowns. GLASS (cont.) Hardware. T.J. Computer device? GLASS Unlikely. Probably, cash register or something. Pooch and T.J. go back to searching. GLASS (cont.) What can you tell us about the girl with the exploding jewelry? Glass turns to see Reilly on his way out. REILLY Ill get back to you.

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Phones are ringing off the hook. Reilly bursts in, notices Winters directing an army of cops setting up sophisticated tracing equipment. WINTERS Lets go, we gotta jump on him the second he calls again.

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Reilly discreetly crosses the room but is intercepted by Pluchinsky. PLUCHINSKY You were lucky today, vice boy. Captain said to leave it alone, but just remember, Im watching you. REILLY Im sorry, detective, but youre just not my type. Pluchinskys face turns red with rage as... An OFFICER holds up a phone urgently. OFFICER Captain, its him! The room scrambles into action as Winters grabs the phone. Swans voice crackles over the squawk box. WINTERS Winters here. SWANS VOICE Dont make me send another. WINTERS Look, were prepared to talk, what do you want--? Click, dial tone. WINTERS (cont.) Hello?

Hello?

Winters slams down the receiver. Cops pull off their tracing headphones, glance at each other uneasily. WINTERS (cont.) Section commanders, in my office, now.

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As the room erupts, Reilly turns to the BOOKING OFFICER. REILLY Wheres the girl? The one I brought in. BOOKING OFFICER Upstairs, interrogation. Reilly takes off. 26 INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION VIEWING BOOTH - DAY 26

Wearing headphones connected to a tape recorder, a BORED COP flips wearily through a comic book in front of a one-way mirror. Through it can be seen a bare interrogation room where The Girl sits stubbornly at a table across from Harry. Stubbing a butt into an overflowing ashtray, Harry rubs the back of his neck, gets up and goes through a door, into the viewing booth. The Bored Cop looks up, shuts off the tape recorder. BORED COP Three hours. Shes tough. HARRY Tough? Tough is Fuck you, wheres my lawyer?. This chick doesnt say boo. The outer door opens, Reilly walks in. REILLY Any luck?

Bupkiss.

HARRY Sorry about Rice.

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HARRY She aint no hooker. investigation.

This is a murder

REILLY She was my collar. Maybe Ill get lucky. But, if you got a problem with that, talk to the Captain. HARRY Ill be in the can. Harry exits. The Bored Cop eyes Reilly suspiciously as Reilly crosses to the other door, yanks it open. 27 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM 27

As Reilly enters, The Girl stiffens at the sight of him. REILLY You remember me. Reilly shuts the door, she doesnt respond. The Girl catches a glimpse of his 9mm under his trenchcoat, shes unfazed. He paces, circling her.

REILLY (cont.) You know, your boyfriend just killed a ten year old at a bus stop, blew her head clean off. The Girl puts up a good front but we can see shes listening. REILLY (cont.) Youre scared. Youre just caught in the middle. But, weve got a guy out there wasting people just to get you back. Why? It cant be because of your looks. So, Ill be honest with you Reilly goes to the table, flicks off the mic.

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Reilly sits, the Girl eyes him like a trapped prey. Theyre enemies, yet theres a strange chemistry between them. REILLY Let me be very clear about this. The police wont let you go. When your boyfriend realizes this, I have a feeling a lot of innocent people are going to die. Kids, families. I know you dont want that to happen. She stares, eyes dark, barely registering any emotion at all. A flicker of fear, indecision. Her lips part, fighting it, then she looks away, letting the fear win. Reilly flushes with anger, frustration. 30 INT. THE CAVE - DAY 30

Glass squints through a microscope. Pooch sniffs and fumbles dirt samples. T.J. rocks to a Walkman as he inspects the charred briefcase handle fragment. Bev is at her computer searching luggage websites on the Net. Reilly comes in, still frustrated. POOCH We missed you, whered you go? Before Reilly can answer, T.J. rips off his headphones. T.J. Fuckin A, I think I got two partial prints here! POOCH How bout you, Glass, hows that chip

Awright! shaking?

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They all look over.

Glass stares back darkly.

T.J. Glass, what is it? GLASS I was wrong... this didnt come from any cash register. POOCH Whadaya mean? GLASS Its from an IRA. POOCH Oh shit... REILLY A what? T.J. IRA - instant retirement account. GLASS I.R.A. device. Deadliest class of tickers in existence. Computerized, multiple sensors, booby traps, the works. First showed up in a series of I.R.A. bombings in London couple years ago. One of their boys tripped it on himself and they went back to a less complicated timers. The Girl, is she Irish? REILLY Shes not talking. But, she could be. So, obviously, youve seen one of these devices before? GLASS Only once, at Redstone. REILLY Where...?

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T.J. Thats one more time than any of the rest of us have seen it. POOCH Were fucked.

Shit.

GLASS Relax, Pooch, its just a ticker, its not personal. T.J. Lets face it, we all knew it would happen sooner or later. The guy who can build a mousetrap thats better than we are ... BEV Stop it... T.J. (points to Reilly) And whats he doing to help? POOCH Shut up, T.J.! BEV Be nice Pooch! They all explode into a SHOUTING MATCH (except Glass who is in his own world inspecting the microchip an inch from his eyes). A moments mayhem untilREILLY All of you, shut the fuck up! They all go silent, stare at Reilly (except Glass). REILLY (cont.) No wonder the rest of the department doesnt want to work with you. Youre nothing but a bunch of... punks.

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Reilly goes to his Studebaker, climbs in. 32 INT. STUDEBAKER Glass 32

As he starts it up, the passenger door rips open. jumps in, slams the door, furious. GLASS Nice performance back there. Whered you learn that, Mike Ditka Sensitivity Seminar? REILLY Hey, look--

GLASS No you look, mister! First, you dont go calling my men names. Its bad for morale. Second, us punks happen to know a heck of alot more about police work than any vice cop ever did. REILLY Prove it. GLASS (beat) Drive. Glass glares, a challenge. engine, screeches away. 33 EXT. ALLEY - AFTERNOON Glaring back, Reilly guns the

Oh yeah?

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REILLY The place has already be combed. Forensics pulled over a hundred sets of prints inside. GLASS Then lets go see what they missed. Pulling out a tool kit, Glass quickly picks the door lock, yanks open the door, ducks inside. Reilly follows. 34 INT. MACHINE SHOP - AFTERNOON 34

Nearly pitch dark inside, shafts of late afternoon sunlight glistens on the battered machines. Shadows wash over Reilly and Glass as they retrace the path Reilly and Rice took the night before, Glass searching intensely, Reilly getting more and more uncomfortable. GLASS So what were they doing here? REILLY I dont know. You tell me? GLASS An abandoned machine shop... nice place to build devices. Low rent, too. But, you and Rice ruined their perfect hideout. REILLY You mentioned something called Redstone. GLASS Redstones the army training center in Alabama where they send the cream of the crop to learn about tickers. REILLY Cream of the crop, huh?

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GLASS (nods) Top of my class at West Point, thank you very much. Then off to Redstone. First half of the course we learned how to build devices... second half, wed take them apart. Everything from firecrackers to hydrogen bombs. REILLY Sounds like terrorist heaven. GLASS There were a few guys in my class with names like John Smith, Bill Jones. Id see them up ahead in the hall, call their name, but they wouldnt turn around. C.I.A. Funny thing, theyd always disappear after the first half of the course. REILLY Just how easy is it to build a... device? GLASS With a little training, you could go into a house and just from stuff in the bathroom and kitchen make something thatd finish off that alleged car of yours. Heck, didnt you ever watch MacGyver? Reilly looks at Glass strangely until he realizes theyve stopped where Rice died. GLASS (cont.) So this is where it happened. Reilly fights the memory... eyes well up, his hand trembles ever so slightly as he points out... REILLY Girl was here. The guy in charge was over there with one of his men, the other one was back there.

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Glass gets down on his hands and knees, scans the floor. Reilly talks to distract himself. REILLY (cont.) Bombers, what kettle of fish are they? GLASS Typical profile, usually losers, nobodies thatre afraid to confront their victims. They like scaring people. Thats why they call in their threats. Same mentality as obscene phone callers. REILLY Except theyll blow you up if you dont play along. GLASS No, ninety-ninety percent of them are full of baloney. Theyre into the power trip, not the damage. What scares me is that this guy is so sophisticated he could blow up whatever he wants, then disappear. The worst of the bunch, they love the challenge of creating the wildest device ever... and they love the carnage. Glass lays out flat on his stomach and searches deep under a machine, picks up a half-smoked cigarette butt with tweezers, pulls it out, kneels. GLASS (cont.) Hello. Glass straightens it out, reads the brand name, Gallois. GLASS (cont.) French. Doubt somebody who worked here smoked it. Only half gone, put it out in a hurry. (glances around) (MORE)

11/10/97 GLASS (cont.) Figuring the length, assuming it was one of these guys, odds are... it was lit outside. Glass takes off. 35 EXT. Reilly follows. 35

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MACHINE SHIP - GARAGE - AFTERNOON Glass moves on his knees,

Glass and Reilly search the area. aiming the flashlight.

GLASS This is where the van was parked. REILLY Yep. GLASS Then, its gotta be here somewhere ... REILLY Look, its a longshot... GLASS Bingo! Glass pinches something with his tweezers, holds it up triumphantly... a used match. CLOSE UP - MATCH UNDER MICROSCOPE A jungle of giant fibers teeming with strange molecules. T.J. (O.C.) No question, it was definitely the one used to l-light the butt. Finger pressure suggests a male, average build, height... no prints, trace of nylon fiber... he wore a glove. 36 INT. THE CAVE - AFTERNOON 36

T.J. punches keys on a computer, peers through the microscope as Glass, Reilly, Pooch and Bev stand by.

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T.J. This is strange. Two computer screens - one displays the magnified match from different angles, the other spills out a stream of formulae and chemical breakdowns. T.J. (cont.) (reading info) Three foreign particles ... vulcanized rubber ... resin ... nitro-cellulose. REILLY Nitro-cellulose. What is that, some kind of explosive? GLASS Industrial wood oil. Separately, any one of these things could lead in several directions, but together ... POOCH Ka-Boooom. BEV They make bowling balls out of vulcanized rubber ... POOCH Resin... T.J. Lane oil... GLASS (beat, proud of his team) A bowling alley. At an adjacent computer, Bev runs a scan program on the match, comparing it against an endless stream of match types on file. Schnoz howls awake from a nap as T.J. stabs the screen as a match is made, specifications filling the screen.

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T.J. Got it! Ace Match Company, Flint, Michigan. REILLY (amazed) You mean you just--? ... You keep a record of... matches? GLASS Hey, matches are a very big thing in our line of work. POOCH (smirks at Reilly) Punks, huh? GLASS Bev, give em a call, find out what bowling alleys they supply in this area. BEV Right! GLASS Pooch, why dont you e-mail your buddies at Langley and on the other side of the pond, see if any IRAs been popping up lately? POOCH You got it. GLASS (to Reilly) We work fast enough for you? Reilly mouth is opened, duly impressed. 37 EXT. BOWLING ALLEY - LATE AFTERNOON 37

The Studebaker and Harley swerve up to a run-down, windowless bowling alley, park in a red zone. Reilly and T.J, climb out of the clunker, Glass off his bike.

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T.J. checks his hair in the side mirror, sniffs his underarms. REILLY T.J., whatre you doing? T.J. My first undercover assignment. I gotta look good, right? Reilly and Glass exchange a grin, they drag T.J. inside. 38 INT. BOWLING ALLEY - LATE AFTERNOON 38

A busy Saturday afternoon crowd. Rock music blasts, reverberating with the echo of crashing balls and pins. The lanes are teeming with sweating bodies. Sexy waitresses in skimpy outfits deliver drinks. T.J. ogles women as they wander through. T.J. So whatre we looking for? REILLY Someone who smokes French cigarettes. T.J. In this crowd? Its gonna be Marlboros, Camels, and maybe a few Kools. Reilly and Glass nod, knowing its a longshot. Reilly directs Glass and T.J. to split up to case the place. They move through the rowdy crowd, eyes catching every smoker. 39 INT. BOWLING ALLEY - POOL ROOM/BAR - LATER The music is more redneck-rock, the crowd as well. 39

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Glass and T.J. are in the midst of game of pool, nursing bottles of Root Beer. They continue to play while eyeing those coming and going. Reilly enters from the alley, catches Glass eye and shakes his head. He goes to the bar and orders a coke. He takes the drink and moves over next to Glass as T.J. lines up a shot. GLASS How long are we going to stay? REILLY Til we get a better lead. Reillys attention is drawn to a crowded booth in the corner where a few bowling alley girls block the view of the entire booth. Glass nudges Reilly, they look over to see Pooch entering the bar. He sees them and moves to the bar. T.J. sinks his shot and lines up another as Reilly and Glass move to meet Pooch. Pooch produces a printout from his jacket, opens it up. POOCH Unsolved bombings in the last year... Boston, New York, Philadelphia... but no real match REILLY Insurance? GLASS Political. POOCH Exactly my thinking. Except, none of the targets can actually be linked to government, political or special interest concerns. They seem to be just unrelated industrial companies. Some insured, some not. (MORE)

11/10/97 POOCH (cont.) But theres traces of C4 and assorted inflammatory additives found in each case. The only common denominator is the detonators all had circuitry consistent with our microchip. GLASS Not bad for Bomb squad, eh? REILLY What not bad. Youve got a series of bombs, devices, that may or may not be connected, set by one or many nutjobs, who may or may not be linked. GLASS Right. REILLY Well... its more than we had ten minutes ago. POOCH I got a friend over at Scotland Yard whos gonna try and reach out to a undercover guy who would know if any of the rightwingers are circulating over here. Bevs following up on the briefcase manufacturers, too. T.J. comes over. T.J. Pooch, youre up.

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Rack em.

They look over to the pool table to see only the cue ball left. T.J. (cont.) Boss, youre buying the next round. T.J. sets his empty Root Beer bottle on the bar. POOCH Howre you guys doing?

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REILLY Still waiting for a miracle.

Go ahead.

Pooch and T.J. head back to the pool table where two comely Gals have begun putting the balls back onto the table. T.J. turns on his smile and chats them up. REILLY (cont.) Quite a team youve got, whered you find them? GLASS Its a small fraternity, everyone knows everyone. Im always recruiting. Pooch is exD.O.D., military expert... claymores, grenades. He played linebacker at Boston College, worked a K-9 unit - that led him to the Bomb Squad... great nose, lousy fingers, we try to keep him away from the tickers. T.J. is a heck of chemist, Texas A&M engineering degree. Found him in a Militia chat room - turns out we were both monitoring the same groups. Bev is the natural born hacker, we stole her from dispatch. She had the Cave reorganized and ultra-high-tech in two months. Captain has no idea how much hardware shes found for us. REILLY You guys seem pretty tight. GLASS Weve gotta be. In this business, you dont exactly make alot of outside commitments. REILLY Why do you do it? GLASS I dont know, its strange... its not the best career path, but when you get the bug, theres nothing you can do about it. See, when you beat one of these things... (MORE)

11/10/97 GLASS (cont.) theres that one second when you realize you saw something you werent supposed to see... this beautiful naked woman... Death... and then the rush comes, the high, cuz you realize you got away with it. T.J. returns, shrugs. T.J. Lesbians. Pooch is still with the girls, showing one of them how to line up a shot. REILLY Looks like Poochs doing okay. T.J. Hes married, he dont even know what a lesbian is. T.J. waves over the Bartender. He and Glass orders fresh drinks as Reilly eyes pretty Blonde across the bar. She picks up two beers and grabs a pack of matches off the bar. She turns and moves to the booth in the corner. part and Reilly catches a glimpse of Earring. The bodies

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Reilly nearly chokes on his coke as Earring takes the matches from the Blonde. Earring checks his watches, rises. He looks up and catches Reillys eye - he smiles--then bolts. Reilly coughs up his drink and tries to get a word out, pointing as Earring slips out the exit door next to the booth. Glass pats Reillys back as he gags, eyes blazing. Finally... REILLY There he goes. He was here the whole time.

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Reilly pushes his way through the crowd with Glass on his heels. T.J. rushes over and grabs Pooch away from the Girls at the pool table. Reilly runs into a pair of enormous Rednecks, spilling their beer on them. The Rednecks grab him by the collar and prepare to fight as Pooch arrives and body-blocks the Rednecks away from Reilly. Reilly is released and he continues after Earring as Pooch and the Rednecks mix it up. A brawl breaks out with Pooch and T.J. in the middle as Reilly and Glass make it to the exit door. Reilly flies outbut Glass FREEZES dead in his tracks. He spins back to look at the corner booth. THE SHOPPING BAG sits on the floor under the table. Glass tenses. The fight escalates quickly, but Pooch employs his linebacker skills and cuts down his assailant... and T.J. a natural streetfighting-rabbit-puncher. They quickly dispatch the Rednecks, leaving them bruised and bloodied... they rush for Glass and the doorway--then lock on Glass reaction and stop. 40 EXT. STREET - LATE AFTERNOON Reilly runs out into the middle of the street. At the end of the block, Earring is rushing for the corner. Reilly draws his 9mm, aims thru the pedestrian--and fires. Earring is blown off his feet... He hits the pavement hard... 40

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Reilly enters and sees Glass, TJ and Pooch gathered around the booth in back. REILLY Say, thanks for the back up-The bomb squad ignores Reilly, who now realizes something is wrong. He pushes his way through the bar patrons to the booth. Glass glances up at Reilly. GLASS He set one, the son-of-a... TJ and Pooch exchange looks--theyve never heard Glass so close to swearing before. T.J. notices a small crowd starting to gather around the booth. T.J. (calmly) Clear the area, please. Nobody moves. REILLY (loudly) You heard him, get the fuck away, its a bomb! That does it, the crowds shriek and scatter. Rolling eyes at each other, the Bomb Squaders turn their attention to the shopping bag sitting on the floor. GLASS Lets assess.

Alright.

The team eyes the package for a moment...

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Glass makes a determination, whips out a knife, slashes the bag open, revealing a computerized nightmare of a bomb inside. T.J. rubs his temples with dread. TJ IRA. Glass puts on his magnifying spectacles, starts to probe. Reilly returns. Pooch tests hinges with his tweezers. T.J. hands Glass a crimp. Pooch pries off a back panel, fingers shaking, lifts it every so slightly, sees complex circuitry inside, the red glow of a digital readout counting down. POOCH Oh shit... T.J. Fuck factor ten. GLASS Okay, Im going in, nobody breathe. Synchronizing his chronometer to the counter, Glass begins disengaging sensor switches. GLASS (cont.) Altimeter... choking coil... mercury switch... He clips off circuits and booby traps with bloodcurdling care, peeling away layer after layer of death... shakes his head with awe, respect, fear. GLASS (cont.) Triple V.O.M... brilliant... this guys a master... Finally he comes to the heart of the bomb, a pair of tiny wires leading to the blasting cap, one yellow, one red. Precious seconds tick away.

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GLASS (cont.) Its one of these wires. REILLY So cut both. GLASS One shuts it down, one turns arms it. REILLY Which ones which? GLASS I dont know. Theres an old saying, when in doubt, cut the yellow wire. Reilly gulps. The device teeters, slightly, alarming T.J. and Pooch. Glass nods. T.J. and Pooch each grab a corner of the device to steady it. Reilly follows their lead and kneels, goes to reach for a corner as well, one hand starts to tremble. GLASS (cont.) You can go back to the van if you like. REILLY No, Im with you. Reilly focuses and wills his hands to steady. corner and closes his eyes, mind over matter. as he concentrates like never before. He grabs a Sweat streams

Pooch and T.J. stare at the wires with intensity. 15 seconds, 14, 13,... Glass pulls out a clipper. 12, 11, 10... He eases the clipper into position. 9, 8, 7... He draws in a breath. Closing his eyes, he clips the yellow wire. snap open. Reillys eyes

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The counter stops on 4 - no explosion. Pooch and T.J. whoop and hug like drunk madmen. away, stone-faced. Reilly follows him, wobbly. REILLY (cont.) You okay? GLASS (smiles) Is this a great job or what? 42 EXT. STREET - MOMENTS LATER 42 Glass steps

Two squad cars have appeared, Officers cordon off the crime scene. Glass watches Reilly kneeling over Earrings body digging through Earrings pockets, finding nothing but cash, cigarettes and matches. REILLY (at Glass) Nothing. Nothing traceable. INT BAR Pooch and T.J. have the device on the ground a few feet away from the Earrings body. They delicately continue to take it apart so it can be transported safely. Schnoz sits nearby, watching. Pooch is on the phone with his wife... POOCH I dont know, honey. Ill see. No, everythings fine, it was nothing. As he says this, he lifts a chunk of C4 and sets it aside. Pooch hangs up his phone. EXT STREET Pooch and TJ exit the bar, moving to Glass and Reilly.

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POOCH (cont.) You guys hungry? The wifes got a heap of lasagna leftover. T.J. (at Reilly) What do ay say? GLASS Megs lasagna. Good eats, Reilly. Glass notes Reillys hands. GLASS (cont.) Good meal would go a long way to steady your system. REILLY Got work to do, dont we? Pooch scribbles down an address on a scrap of paper from the devices shopping bag, hands it to Reilly, offering a smile. POOCH In case you change your mind. Reilly looks at it awkwardly, then walks away as a News van arrives on the scene... 43 EXT./INT. DOWNTOWN - STUDEBAKER - EARLY EVENING Reilly cruises into the bowels of downtown. turns and parks. Makes a few 43

Cmon.

In the shadows of a burned out building, Reilly observes several JUNKIES getting a fix from their CONNECTION. Reilly watches with scared, tempted eyes. He looks at his hands... theyre trembling... catches his reflection in the rear view mirror. Checks Rices watches on his wrist, taps it. Still not ticking. Ashamed, he screeches away.

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INT. POLICE STATION - OFFICE - NIGHT A quiet Squad Room. Reilly bangs out something on a computer terminal. He blazes away, typing as fast as he can. He holds out his hands. Almost steady. He takes a drink from a Protein Shake, returns to typing.

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A weary Winters looks up from coffee and paperwork as Reilly knocks, walks in. Reilly drops a sheaf of papers on his desk. WINTERS Whats this? REILLY Report on the case so far. WINTERS You know after a shooting I would normally take your badge and weapon, but Glass called in already and confirmed it was clean. REILLY Yes, sir. WINTERS But from now on, any leads on this case go to Pluchinsky. Hes primary investigator and you are unofficially assigned to the Bomb Squad... you and your new friends are not to be playing detective any more. Got it? Reilly nods, accepting. WINTERS (cont.) I imagine as soon as they find out one of theirs is dead, well be getting another call. So get some sleep, alright. Reilly nods, turns and exits.

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TIGHT on a TV - a pretty Reporter reports live from the scene... REPORTER To recap, a gunman carrying what police described as a phony bomb was shot and killed less than an hour ago. THE ROOM Swan watches the TV report with Beard, eyes narrowing as he sees Reilly in the crowd behind the Reporter. REPORTER (cont.) While the mans motives and identity remain a mystery, police are denying the incident is related to the explosion that ripped through a bar earlier today, killing 15 and wounding more than 30... Swan kicks in the TV, destroying it. BEARD She talked. Swan flips open a suitcase full of bomb-making materials and begins to sort through... 47 EXT. POOCHS HOUSE - NIGHT 47

Quiet, cozy, middle class. The Harley and the Bomb Squad van are parked out front. Also the Studebaker. 48 INT. POOCHS HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT 48

Reilly exits the bathroom, returns to the dining room where the Bomb Squad is laughing, hoeing and haying over dessert. Poochs faithful wife, MEG, pours coffee. TOMMY and JANIE, Poochs kids, sit on Poochs and T.J.s knees, in their pajamas.

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MEG More coffee, T.J.? T.J. No thanks, Meg. Hawed Pooch ever get so lucky? MEG Mr. Reilly? REILLY No thanks, Im fine.

Mike.

POOCH Time for bed, kiddos.

Say goodnight.

TOMMY Can Uncle Teej tuck us in? T.J. Cmon, champ, Ill even give you a piggyback. JANIE (to Glass, Reilly) Goodnight Uncle Charlie, goodnight Uncle Mike. Janie surprises Reilly with a shy kiss, scurries upstairs with after Pooch, T.J. and Tommy. REILLY Night... Meg clears the dishes, Schnoz is asleep on the floor. Glass and Reilly are left alone. Reilly takes a sip of coffee, hand trembles ever so slightly. GLASS How long were you hooked? REILLY What?

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GLASS You dont have to talk about it. Reilly stares, then opens up slowly. REILLY Pittsburgh, two years ago. Partner died, no back-up, I was too gung-ho. As usual. GLASS Take a tip from the Bomb Boys, always assess, if only for a second. REILLY I know. I was working a drug ring, deep cover. Played the part too well. When they pulled me out, I wasnt a cop anymore. My fiance had dumped me. Next thing I knew, I was out here on the street, doped up, auditioning for the morgue when this tough old vice cop found me, cleaned me up, gave me a second chance. He promised Captain Winters hed look out for me. GLASS Your partner? REILLY (nods sadly) I guess I didnt realize how much I needed him. He kept me straight. Its been tough every second since. Reilly holds up his wristwatch. REILLY (cont.) This was his. Doesnt work for shit, but its keeping me straight. GLASS Let me see.

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Reilly gives him the watch. Glass pulls out a mini tool kit, pries off the back of the watch examines the works. GLASS (cont.) Main springs stuck. All you have to do is free the palate and realign the balance wheel. Here, you try. REILLY I terrible with mechanical things. GLASS No youre not, you just dont understand them. Here, do what I tell you. He holds out the mini-kit. Reilly takes it uncertainly, but follows Glass instructions. GLASS (cont.) Okay, first push the pin back with this. Good. Now while you keep it there, stick this in here and turn it slowly. Easy, thats it. Now let the pin go and line up the wheel. That should do it. Reilly gives it a tweak, looks at the watch, surprised. REILLY Its working. GLASS Congratulations, you just built your first ticker. Reilly throws Glass a surprised look. 49 EXT. POOCHS HOUSE - EARLY MORNING 49

Sunrise breaking. Reilly and Glass have their heads under the hood of the Studebaker, covered in grease, tools everywhere. T.J. sits behind the wheel. Pooch and Schnoz stumble out of the house to watch.

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REILLY Okay, hit it. T.J. guns the engine, the Studebaker purrs like a tiger. GLASS Alright! T.J. Weve created a monster. Glass glances at Pooch. GLASS Any word? POOCH Maybe they gave up, split town.

Nothing.

REILLY Dont bet on it. 50 EXT. POLICE STATION - MORNING Bustling activity... 51 INT. THE CAVE - MORNING Reilly enters to find Glass, Bev, T.J. and Pooch busy at work at each of their work stations. Glass moves over to watch Bevs computer screen. REILLY Hows the print coming? BEV One partial from the handle matches the suspect from last night. Names Carl Taylor. Long record of arson, assault, the works. The other print - we got nothing from our data base or the FBI or CIA... still waiting for Interpol. 51 50

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REILLY Damn. Bev enters another command... the computer goes to work as she turns to Reilly. BEV Coffee, Mike? REILLY No thanks, Bev. She smiles warmly. He smiles back, T.J. eyes them, slightly jealous of the moment. A phone rings. Bev answers it... BEV Hes here.

Yes, sir.

Ill tell him.

Bev hangs up the phone. BEV (cont.) Mike, Captain wants to see you right away. Reilly heads for the door. 52 INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - MORNING 52

A strange, uncomfortable silence hangs over the squad room as Reilly weaves past cops smoking, drinking coffee, waiting. They all stare at him. Especially Pluchinsky. 53 INT. WINTERS OFFICE - MORNING 53

Reilly walks in. Winters gestures for him to take a seat as he talks on the phone. WINTERS Yes ... no, of course not but ... yes, sir, I understand.

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Winters hangs up. WINTERS (cont.) I got a call from upstairs. They say you questioned the girl. REILLY Yes, sir. WINTERS Shes refused to say a word to anyone. What made you think you could get her to talk? REILLY But I had to try.

I didnt.

WINTER Reilly, I think Ive shown that Im a patient man. Rice was your biggest fan and Ive tried to honor him by giving you some slack. But you are very close to running out of slack. REILLY Yes, sir. Winters lets this sink in, then holds up Reillys report. WINTERS I read your report. Impressive. Id say its got detective written all over it. But... you cross the line one more time... youre gone. Are we clear? Reilly, nods, shifts uncomfortably. WINTERS (cont.) Now, that out of the way. The girl wants to talk to you, alone. Reilly is shocked. WINTERS (cont.) So get going, lets close this thing.

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REILLY Yes, sir. Reilly bolts off. 54 INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY 54

Reilly enters to find Harry and the Girl waiting for him. Harry looks the Girl over, nods at Reilly. HARRY Ill be outside. Reilly nods, Harry exits. opposite her. Reilly sits down at the table

THE GIRL Hello. REILLY Hello. THE GIRL (MARY) My name is Mary Jordan. We were hired to take out some industrial sites. Insurance. REILLY But they werent all insured. MARY Cover. (slowly, ashamed) It was suppose to be abandoned buildings, yknow. No one was suppose to get hurt. The night you busted us...We were checking to make sure there werent any vagrants around. Scare them away. REILLY Who is he?

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MARY Alex Swan. My brother. The other two are called Taylor and Leveau. REILLY Taylors dead. She seems relieved. REILLY (cont.) Where are they, Mary?

Mary takes a deep breath, eyes welling. MARY There is a motel downtown, near the Machine Shop... the Suncrest. Room 138. REILLY Thank you. MARY Hes my brother... Reilly rises and moves to her. bond between them. REILLY Then why tell me? MARY People are dying. Reilly nods and touches her shoulder, a light squeeze. turns and exits. 55 EXT. SUNCREST MOTEL - ROOM 138 - DAY He Their eyes linger a moment, a

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SHOUTING, mayhem as the team floods into the room. Pluchinsky brings up the rear. After a beat, Pluchinsky reemerges, shaking his head. AT THE FAR END OF THE MOTEL Swan and Beard watch from behind a car. Beard gives Swan a dirty look and they quietly move off around the corner. AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN Reilly and Glass are visibly disappointed. As the others grumble about it, Reilly notices someone across the street - the Bag Lady with the pie-tin crown, holding her hand out to a MAN getting into his car. The Man ignores her, screeches off. The Bag Lady scribbles down his license number in her pad. Glass follows Reillys stare. GLASS Ex-girlfriend? REILLY Be right back. Reilly crosses the street, intercepts the Bag Lady as shes pushing her cart away. REILLY (cont.) Excuse me... Im looking for two men who were staying at the hotel over there - one has a beard, the others tall, thin. You wouldnt happen to have seen them, would you? BAG LADY No. REILLY No, of course not... well, thanks anyway. Here you go, Your Highness. He fishes some change out of his pocket, hands it over, starts away.

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BAG LADY On second thought, maybe I did. He turns back. The Bag Lady flips through her pad, stabs an entry with her finger. BAG LADY Lemme see... yeah, here it is, 11:18 this morning. Very disrespectful. He used to drive a van, but he got a new car. You want the license number? She tears off the page, holds it out. REILLY Youre beautiful! Reilly gives her a big kiss, races back to the Bomb Squad whove been watching. REILLY Were back in business! They all look at him like hes nuts. 56 INT. POLICE SQUAD ROOM - DAY Harry and Pluchinsky attack Winters 56

Buzzing with action. with printouts.

HARRY Ran the license plate - car was rented early this morning from a Hertz office downtown. PLUCHINSKY Alex Swan - demolitions expert, trained at Redstone, dropped out, freelanced in the middle East for awhile, then disappeared, no criminal record. The other one, Leveau, is French Canadian, hes a mercenary, record in half a dozen countries.

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WINTERS Get out an APB, now! Harry moves off to the DISPATCHER as a fax machine comes to life on the desk next to PLUCHINSKY. A fax spews out... WINTERS. HOME. LET HER GO NOW... OR A BOMBS COMING CLOSE TO

WINTERS (cont.) Jesus. Pluchinsky, get four squad cars out to my house, get my family out of there, tell my wife Im on my way. PLUCHINSKY Yes, sir. 57 EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY 57

Cops race to their cars. An armada of black-and-whites scream out of the parking lot. Winters appears and jumps into his Ford Sedan and tears out. DISPATCHER (V.0) ... suspects driving a dark green Ford Grenada, license number one Two Eight Michael Vincent Edward ... 58 EXT. SUBURBS - DAY Squad cars roar up and down the streets. Two cars are parked out in front of one house in particular. 59 INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - DAY In the squad room, Pluchinsky and some men wait anxiously by phones, computer-consoles, radio switchboard. 59 58

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EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY Reilly idles in his Studebaker. T.J. and Pooch come out of the parking lot in the Bomb Squad Van, Glass motors along side Reilly. He guns the bike and takes the lead, followed by Reilly, then the van. They pull out into traffic and head towards the suburbs.

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EXT./INT. ANOTHER STREET - BOMB SQUAD VAN - DAY An excited T.J. jumps on the radio. T.J. Dispatch, this is Bomb Squad. Suspects sighted on Fern Street, two blocks from HQ. In pursuit. DISPATCHER (O.C.) All available units...

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Beard speeds around another corner, the lumbering Van has difficulty keeping up and loses sight of the Grenada for a moment. 66 EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY The Grenada speeds up, heading towards the Police Station up ahead. The Bomb Squad Van appears and speeds up. ON THE SIDEWALK Swan stands discreetly in a phone booth, watching as... ON THE STREET Beard steers towards a parked Squad Car next to the Station on collision course. At the last second, Beard dives from the moving car, hits the pavements and rolls. The Grenada CRASHES into the Squad Car... but no explosion. The Bomb Squad Van SKIDS to a stop as two uniformed Officers rush out of the Station. Beard has rolled to his feet and is now sprinting off down the street. 66

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Pooch and T.J. jump out of the Van (leaving a BARKING Schnoz inside) and sprint towards the Grenada, guns drawn. Pooch is quickly huffing and puffing. T.J. continues after Beard as Pooch moves towards the Grenada. The uniforms follow T.J. Glass on his Harley appears from behind the Van. At the far end of the street the Studebaker rumbles into view, followed by a Squad Car, lights flashing. Everyone closing in on Beard. T.J. aims and yells at Beard. T.J. Police, freeze! Beard whirls around, SPRAYING automatic weapon FIRE at T.J. and the Uniforms - they hit the pavement. A few nearby Pedestrians SCREAM and drop to the ground. Reilly jumps out of his Studebaker as Beard turns his FIRE on him, BLOWING OUT his windshield. Back at the Grenada, Pooch ducks for cover by the open drivers door. Glass runs his Harley behind a parked car. The Squad Car behind Reilly SKIDS to a stop and as Beard shifts his aim, T.J. and Reilly each PUMP TWO SHOTS into Beards torso. Beard spins around, drops - dead silence on the street. Relief all around. Everyone stands back up. T.J.s jaw drops at the sight of actually having hit the suspect with his bullets. AT THE GRENADA Pooch exhales in relief, then hears BEEPING coming from the front seat of the car. He looks in to see the briefcase open, countdown ticking away.

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POOCH Oh... damn. KA-BOOOOOM!!! The Grenada explodes in a massive FIRE-BALL, throwing nearby Glass off his feet. Everyone else drops back to the ground, covering their heads. DOWN THE STREET - AT THE PHONE BOOTH Swan grins and walks away down an alley. We can hear the CRY of Schnoz, WAILING from the front seat of Van. 67 INT. POLICE STATION - WINTERS OFFICE - EARLY EVENING 67

Reilly stares off into space. Surreal silence, like a dream... Reilly looks at his watch, keeps his eyes low as he steals a glance at Glass in the other chair, face wracked with pain, loss. They both look through the glass office at the squad room outside, the sounds of reality fade in... phones ringing, voices shouting... a tense, chaotic emergency atmosphere. Reilly and Glass rise as Winters walks in, closes the door. He sits behind his desk, lights a cigarette. WINTERS Glass, sorry about Pooch, he was a good man. We dont have time to give you a break right now, were going ahead andREILLY My God, youre going to use her, arent you? WINTERS (ignoring Reilly) Glass, youre to stand by with your team.

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REILLY I promised her shed be safe. WINTERS Its our only option. REILLY It wont work, hell know its a trap... WINTERS Reilly, youre done for now. What the hell were you thinking directing the Bomb Squad Team into hot pursuit. They had no businessREILLY I know. WINTERS Youve been at the center of two suspect fatalities and two Police Officer fatalities. Ill need your badge and your weapon. Reilly looks at Glass, therell be no stepping in this time. He glares at Winters, reaches into his jacket, pulls out the badge and tosses it on Winters desk. He pulls out his 9mm, pops out the clip and open the chamber, sets it down. 68 INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - EARLY EVENING Reilly and Glass trudge out, both profoundly disturbed as they head across the squad room. Glass veers off. REILLY Glass--! Reilly stares, eyes wet, watching him disappear. Glancing over, he notices Bev and T.J. sitting with Meg down the hall, Tommy and Janie asleep in her lap. Schnoz walks up to Meg, whimpering. Bev wraps her arm around her. T.J. puts his hand on Bevs shoulder. 68

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Pluchinsky brushes roughly past Reilly, snapping him out of it. He turns, walks dejectedly out. DISSOLVE TO: 69 EXT. POLICE STATION - REAR ENTRANCE - EARLY MORNING 69

An armored van screeches up. Doors fly open. Metro SWAT Team jumps out with equipment, helmets, rush into the building. 70 INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - MORNING 70

Thundering silence. Winters and his men wait by phones. Their watches tick. So does the clock on the wall. Nothing. SWAT Team Captain BENSON, huddles with his men. A phone rings, shattering the quiet. it up urgently. HARRY Its him! Winters takes it. A new high-tech TRACER flicks on a new piece of equipment. WINTERS Winters here. Swans voice comes over the squawk box, growling low. SWANS VOICE You motherfuckers, you dont learn, do you?! WINTERS Were prepared to talkSWANS VOICE Shut up! Harry answers it, holds

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TRACER 15... SWANS VOICE You have exactly thirty minutes to release the girl where you found her. TRACER Twelve ...

SWANS VOICE Thirty minutes. TRACER Nine ... WINTERS How do we know youll keep your word? Click, dial tone. Winters flashes a look at the Tracer. his headphones in utter frustration. WINTERS (to his men) Okay, lets move! The room erupts into action. Benson and the SWAT Team are the first ones out the door... 71 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 71 The Tracer yanks off

Hauntingly familiar. An unmarked police car pulls up and stops behind the machine shop. 72 EXT./INT. ALLEY - CAR Harry sits behind the wheel. handcuffed to Pluchinsky. Pluchinsky unlocks the cuffs. Mary sits in the back, 72

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PLUCHINSKY Get out and go to the machine shop -

Mary steps out of the car. She glances around--then heads in the opposite direction of the Machine Shop. Pluchinsky curses. He starts to go after her, but realizes hed better clear the area. He peals out. 73 EXT. STREET - DAY Undercover Men in various disguises track her from cars, and on foot, communicating by hidden mics. A WINO eyes her carefully, lifts a bottle to his mouth and whispers... WINO Shes out of the bag. Mary exits the alley onto the street, searching where to go. She turns down the street and moves fast, eyes darting about. 74 EXT. STREET The SWAT van is tucked into an alley... INSIDE THE SWAT VAN Winters, Benson and Team monitor the radio communication. WINO (O.C.) (on the radio) Position Four. Turning on Elm. 75 EXT. ELM STREET - DAY Mary crosses the street, a Camero nearly clips her. She makes it safely to the sidewalk and passes a TRUCK DRIVER eating a hot dog. After she moves off... TRUCK DRIVER (speaks into sleave) Shes crossing to Main. 75 74 73

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Mary looks around quickly, blends into a crowd coming out of a store and ducks inside. TRUCK DRIVER (cont.) She just went into a department store. out of sight. 76 INSIDE THE SWAT VAN Winters grabs the mic... WINTERS Seal the building! (to Benson) Lets move. The SWAT van RUMBLES to life. 77 INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - DAY Mary bolts through the store, ducks through a service door. 78 EXT. DEPARTMENT STORE - SERVICE ENTRANCE - ALLEY - DAY Mary bursts out, runs like a spooked horse. As she dashes to the mouth of the the alley, she runs smack into the Camaro that almost hit her. It SCREECHES to a stop. The passenger door flies open. Mary leans down and looks in, flushes. Its Swan. reaches over and yanks her inside, TEARS away. He 78 77

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Swan drives with deadly confidence, glances at Mary tenderly. SWAN You okay? MARY AlexSWAN I warned them.

I know.

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EXT. ALLEY - DAY The Camaro tears down a one-way alley going the wrong way. INTERCUT WITH TRANSMITTER COUNTDOWN - 6, 5, 4... Undercover vehicles race after the Camero, seconds behind. 5, 4, 3 ... They swerve into the alley. Then just as Swan whooshes out, a charge EXPLODES a stack of 55 gallon drums. They fall down into the path of the pursuers who crash into the FLAMING DRUMS. The lead car EXPLODES...

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Dark, filthy, last stop to nowhere. 85 INT. BACK HALLWAY 85

Drunk, dejected, looking like shit, Reilly waits for a fix with a couple other JUNKIES. The TV in the bar drones in the background. The Dealer appears and gestures to Reilly. DEALER Cmon, cowboy, youre next. Reilly trudges over. DEALER Okay, whats it gonna be? I got China White, Snow Flake, Ivory Pearl...

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Reilly looks up sharply as he hears the TV, visible through the doorway. REPORTER ON TV Were coming to you live near the scene of that latest, explosion that ripped through a downtown alley less than half an hour ago. Something clears behind Reilly eyes. DEALER (impatient) Hey, asshole ... REPORTER ON TV Despite growing fears and talk of a coverup, police have sealed off the area and are refusing to comment about fatalities, or the rumor that terrorists may be involved. Reillys eyes shift, mind racing. DEALER Hey, Im talking to you-Suddenly himself again, Reilly bolts up, sending the Dealer and his equipment scattering, and streaks off. He bursts out of the front door of the bar into the glare of sunlight... we can hear SIRENS not too far off. 86 INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY 86

Driving like a maniac as usual, Reilly grabs the radio mike with one hand, pulls his back-up .357 out of the glove-box. He listens out the window for the SIRENS, he looks up at the sound of approaching HELICOPTERS. 87 EXT. GAS STATION - DAY 87

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Out front, Swan pays an ATTENDANT, climbs into an orange UHaul truck with Mary, drives off. A beat, a squad car and an unmarked speed past the Gas Station. 88 EXT./INT. STREETS - U-HAUL - MOVING 88

Swan brushes Marys hair from her face. SWAN We could get something to eat.

You hungry?

Mary shakes her head, scared. SWAN Whats the matter? MARY Nothing... just tired. She forces a smile. Swan frowns suspiciously as he turns down a service road, pulls into... 89 EXT. SELF-STORAGE WAREHOUSE - DAY Swan pulls up to the loading dock of the warehouse. INSIDE THE TRUCK CAB MARY Why are we stopping here? SWAN Were moving on. I have to pick up the supplies. Just two little boxes. Mary turns white. MARY No more killing. SWAN Stay here. 89

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MARY Alex, please. SWAN Stay in the truck. He gets out, disappears into the building. Mary glances around desperately, sees a phone booth at the corner. She looks back at the warehouse, the phone again, terrified. LOADING DOCK Yanking her door open, Mary dashes to the booth, searches her pockets. Empty. She dials zero... it rings and rings, then finally... OPERATOR (O.C.) Operator. MARY Get me the police! OPERATOR (O.C.) Is this an emergency? MARY Yes! Please, hurry! Marys back is to the warehouse as she waits forever. SERGEANTS VOICE Police, Sergeant Doyle speaking. MARY Please, I need help, my name is-SERGEANT DOYLES VOICE Whoa, slow down, lady. Now whats that again?

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Suddenly Mary sees the reflection of a face in the phone booth glass. She whirls - Swan is standing behind her! SWAN Who are you calling, sis? MARY Nobody, ISwan grabs the receiver.

What?

She tries to hang up.

MARY Alex, pleaseSWAN Shut up! (into phone) Who is this? SERGEANT DOYLES VOICE Sergeant Doyle, Metro P.D. Look, whats going on--? Swans eyes turn cold, SLAMS down the phone. MARY Help! Swan grabs Mary, dragging her with him. BOYS on skateboards notice, veer over. BOY Hey--? Swan whips out his Mac-11. The Boys skate for cover as Swan drags Mary back to the U-Haul. The open back door reveals a number of 55 gallon drums, some boxes and two milk crates of C4. He SLAMS down the sliding door, moves around front and shoves Mary inside. A pair of TEENAGE

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Caught in traffic, map spread out in his lap, Reilly slams on his horn. REILLY Cmon, move it. His police radio crackles. DISPATCHER VOICE All units, 211 reported at 8th and Sycamore. Suspect is a Caucasian male, armed with an automatic weapon, last seen heading east with female hostage in a U-Haul truck ... Reilly perks up, checks his map. Jamming the wheel, he crashes out of traffic, ripping the bumper off the car in front of him, and rockets away. He grabs his mic, thinks, disguises his voice. REILLY Dispatch, this is Reilly. DISPATCHER VOICE Go ahead. REILLY Patch me through to the Bomb Squad. DISPATCHER VOICE Arent you on suspension? REILLY Just do it. DISPATCHER VOICE Hang on. Reilly runs a red.

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T.J.S VOICE T.J. here. REILLY T.J., its Reilly, put Glass on! 91 EXT./INT. STREET - BOMB SQUAD VAN - MOVING - DAY T.J. is in the passenger seat, Bev sits in the back with Schnoz, Glass drives. Glass takes the mic. GLASS Whats up? INTERCUT WITH REILLY REILLY Where you guys at? GLASS Driving in circles, waiting forREILLY Catch that alert? Thats him in the U-Haul. GLASS How do you know? REILLY Cuz he got the girl, now hes leaving town. GLASS Should we head for the Interstate? REILLY Would you? GLASS No, Id slip out past the hotel district, behind Greyhound... REILLY Me, too. 91

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Reilly hangs up, fishtails around a corner, map blowing out the window. 92 EXT. STREETS - DAY Patrol cars, unmarked and the SWAT Van criss-cross the streets in confusion... 93 EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY T.J. speeds by in the Bomb Squad van. 94 INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY 94 93 92

Reilly swerves onto 8th Street, eyes searching desperately. Rounding the rear of a huge glass luxury hotel, Reilly catches a glimpse of orange disappear around a corner. Reilly bangs a hard right to go around the block. REILLY (into mic) Glass, Eighth Street, alley behind Grand Hotel. Cut him off. GLASS (0.C.) (on radio) You got it. 95 EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY The Bomb Squad accelerates... 96 INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY 96 95

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11/10/97 REILLY (cont.) (beat) We need back-up, now. 97 EXT./INT. STREET - SWAT VAN - MOVING - DAY Winters is shocked at the sound of Reillys voice. WINTERS (into mic) Reilly, what the hell are you-? REILLY (O.C.) (on radio) Fire me later. Close in and we got the bastard. WINTERS Youre only an observer. 98 97

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EXT./INT. STREET - STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY Reilly throws down his mic, aims at the alley ahead and speeds up, then cranks into the alley, SCREECHES to a stop.

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EXT. ALLEY - DAY The U-Haul barrels down the alley. Swan sees Reilly up ahead get out of his car and aim his .357 Swan SLAMS on the brakes. Throws the vehicle into reverse. Checks his mirror to see the Bomb Squad Van appear at the end of the alley. Hes completely pinned in. Glass and T.J. jump out, they are in bullet-proof vest, aiming shotguns, using the van as a shield. Bev jumps out with Schnoz and slips behind the van entirely. AT THE STUDEBAKER Reillys radio CRACKLES... WINTERS (O.C.) Reilly, whats happening? Reilly! Reilly! Do not engage. Were five minutes-

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REILLY (into mic) Well keep him pinned in, you guys hurry up! Reilly throws done the mic, takes aim again. THE U-HAUL idles. ALLEY Reilly aims carefully... Swan keeps his Mac-11 to Marys head. Reilly is frozen by the move. Swan backs to the rear of the van. He slides up the door, revealing the drums and explosives to the Bomb Squad. He reaches in and grabs a remote control. SIRENS are coming closer, only a block or two away... AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN Glass and T.J. drop their jaws. remote, arming the explosives. T.J. Jesus... GLASS Hes loaded! They see Swan depress the Swans rage erupts. He climbs out with Mary in tow.

Reilly! ALLEY

REILLY (yelling) Glass, you guys take cover, goddammit! SWAN I want out, right now. block is gone.

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GLASS Reilly, hes got enough to do it. Reilly leaves the cover of his car and scurries along the side of the alley, escaping Swans view. Swan rages. He moves around the van, pulling Mary along.

Swan SPRAYS a FLURRY of bullets over Reillys head... Reilly dives for cover as bullets rip the alley wall inches from his face. Swan whirls and SPRAYS the Bomb Squad Van, dropping T.J. with a shot to the leg. Bev drops to his aid. Glass grimaces, having been hit in the shoulder. Reilly moves forward about to take the shot. GLASS (cont.) Reilly, dont. Hes got a pressure switch. He releases it, were done for. Swan turns back to Reilly, rams his Mac-11 to her throat. SWAN Drop it. MARY (to Reilly) Take him! Mary jerks away from Swan. Reilly fast FIRES. Swan takes Reillys SHOTS in the chest. He smiles as he starts to fall, his hand starts to open up to release the detonator... Mary dives onto Swan and grabs at the remote, clasping it in her hands. Swan collapses, Mary on top of him.

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Reilly and Glass sprint at the U-Haul, reaching a trembling, bleeding Mary. She clinches her jaw, fighting the grief, holding on to the remote. Reilly reaches Mary first and puts his hands over hers - she looks up into his eyes--distraught. GLASS Hold on to that thing tight. Glass goes to the explosives and looks over the set-up. GLASS (cont.) Jesus Fucking H. Christ... Reilly has never heard Glass swear before... REILLY Fuck factor? GLASS Off the scale. REILLY What do we do? Glass turns to Mary. GLASS Can you hold it? She nods. van. Reilly releases her gently, joining Glass at the

Talk to me.

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Glass stares at the digital read-out on the device anchored in one of the C4 crates. It reads: 1:30, 1:29... REILLY Cmon, talk to me! We can do it! GLASS He has a timer going as back-up, in case we got a hold of the remote. (beat) Okay... first, run your fingers along the edges, feel for a sensor. Reilly does it the way he saw Glass do it before. GLASS Good, now the other side. REILLY Nothing. GLASS Okay, lets go in.

1:18, 1:17, 1:16 .... Reilly feels around, finally finds an access hole. Reilly works the hole bigger. GLASS (cont.) Not enough time ... gotta go for the blasting cap. Only one chance... hand entry. REILLY Keep talking. GLASS Close your eyes, feel your fingertips. me everything you feel.

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Reilly hand disappears into the hole. CLOSE-UP - INSIDE THE BOMB His fingers snake through complex circuitry as he describes each layer. REILLY Wires... metal, cold... something soft... GLASS Dont touch that. BACK TO SCENE The red digital numbers keep counting down: 0:38, 0:37, 0:36 REILLY More metal... sharp edge... GLASS Stay to your left. Deeper, deeper. AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN The SWAT Van and a unit arrive, Winters and Benson jump out, the SWAT Team is about to followT.J. Get outta here, Swans down, but theyre chilling a device. Winters looks to the action at the U-Haul, sees Reilly and Glass busy at work. He nods at Benson. 0:30, 0:29, 0:28... Finally Reilly fingers touch a button object. We hear the SWAT Van and the unit retreat at the end of the alley.

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REILLY Something round, two wires ... GLASS Thats the blasting cap - good! Okay, now grab it by the base and pull it straight up. No, Wait... REILLY Whats wrong? GLASS Too easy. Theres gotta be something else in there, another cap maybe. REILLY Make up your mind, trigger. 0:19, 0:18, 0:17... GLASS Ease your thumb over to the right - feel anything? Reilly eyes shift as his hidden fingers feel around... REILLY Yeah, another round thing. GLASS Okay, one of the caps turns it on, the other shuts it down. REILLY Which ones which? GLASS I dont know. REILLY What... ?

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GLASS When in doubt, pull the yellow wire. REILLY How the hell do you feel yellow? GLASS No excuses, just do it! 10... Reilly glares at Glass. 9... His face is dripping with sweat. 8... His fingers shift back to the first cap. 7... They close over it, ready to pull. 6... But then they stop. 5... Reilly frowns. 4... Glass stabs him with a look. 3... 2... Lightning-quick, Reilly fingers fly back and yank the second cap out of its base. The counter stops. 0:01.

Reilly and Glass and stare at it, holding their breath, hardly daring to believe its true. They whoop and explode with relief. Its over... its finally over. GLASS (cont.) Not bad, for a rookie. REILLY Thanks.

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Glass looks up to see T.J. and Bev peeking from around their van. GLASS All clear, but we need an ambulance! Bev jumps into the van to make the call as T.J. starts limping towards the U-Haul. Schnoz yelps and drops from the van and runs for the U-Haul. Reilly cradles Mary in his lap as Glass kneels and removes the remote - the red light stops flashing, then turns off. T.J. arrives and looks down at Reilly and Mary, then at the device in the U-Haul. T.J. Nice work. DISSOLVE TO: 100 INT. POLICE STATION -SQUAD ROOM - DAY The room is back to its usual bustling activity. 101 INT. POLICE STATION - WINTERS OFFICE - DAY 101 100

Winters is going through reports on his desk as Reilly enters. Reilly is cleaned up, shaven, haircut, new suit... a new man. Winters look up, impressed with the change. WINTERS Mayor loves a hero. Winters hands Reilly an envelope and a new badge. WINTERS (cont.) Just want you wanted. Your promotion, and transfer.

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REILLY Thank you, Captain. Winters nods and goes back to his paperwork. 102 INT. THE CAVE - DAY 102

T.J. and Bev work closely together on a mock-device. T.J. is teaching her the job. They smile warmly at each other. Glass is on the computer. Reilly enters. BEV Hey, you look great. T.J. flinches, but she winks at him to calm him down. smiles... no longer threatened. Glass doesnt look up from his computer. GLASS Youre late. Glass points to the work station next to him where a Bomb Squad Protocol Program is waiting on the screen. Reilly smiles and he sits next to Glass, hands him the transfer papers envelope. GLASS (cont.) (softening) Welcome to the family. Glass accepts the papers and shakes Reillys hand. REILLY Nice to be here. T.J. That feeling wont last long. T.J.

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T.J., Glass and Bev start laughing. joins in heartily.

After a beat, Reilly

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