Conspiracy

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INT.

JUSTICE DEPARTMENT - LIZA'S OFFICE - DAY

In its own way as cluttered and overflowing with files as


Jerry's apartment is. At her desk, Liza watches Jerry
pace. The door is intentionally open. Liza's secretary
JILL keeps a protective eye from the outer office.

LIZA
I don't see the connection.

JERRY
Come on! Six major earthquakes in
the last three years? The space
shuttle in orbit for every one of
them?

LIZA
(incredulous)
Testing some top secret seismic
weapon.

JERRY
Not testing. Using. Nukes are
passe. This is the weapon of the
future.

As Liza exchanges a look with Jill, Jerry pauses to look


at a framed photo on a credenza.

Liza, 20, in full riding gear, gracefully jumping a horse


over a set of rails.

LIZA
I still don't see what it has to
do with the President.

JERRY
(re: photo)
Do you still ride?

LIZA
Not for years.

JERRY
So why do you keep the picture up?
You wish you hadn't quit?

LIZA
Well, I -- Jerry, the point. Get
there. What does it have to do
with the President?

It takes him a moment to switch gears. Setting down the


picture, he pulls out a map, unfolds it on Liza's desk.
A seismic survey map. He points as he talks.

JERRY
The President's in Europe.
Tomorrow he'll be in Turkey.
Right along this fault line. They
launched the space shuttle
yesterday.

LIZA
Motive?

JERRY
He's cutting funding for NASA.
The milk cow of the aerospace
industry. We're talking billions.
Motive enough?

LIZA
NASA is going to kill the
President of the United States
with an earthquake.

JERRY
(nods)
Not exactly the kind of thing a
Secret Service Agent can throw
himself on top of.

Liza sighs. On another day, Jerry might have been


welcome comic relief. Not today. As she folds his
map...

JERRY
You going to warn him?

LIZA
I can't promise you anything.

JERRY
You think I'm crazy.

LIZA
I think you're different.

JERRY
You know, to be 'normal' and live
in the 'real world,' to swallow
Coca cola and eat Kentucky Fried
Chicken, you have to be in a
conspiracy against yourself. I
can't lie to me, Liza. And the
more I strip through the sham, the
crazier I look to people like you.
Can't you see that's what they're
counting on?
(a beat)
You want to go out sometime?

LIZA
No.

Jerry smiles, looks away, embarrassed in an appealingly


boyish way. If he wasn't crazy, the answer might be yes.
JERRY
I better get going.

LIZA
You don't have to burst in here
every time, Jerry. Just call and
make an appointment.

He nods, gathers his map. Halfway out, he looks back.

JERRY
What was your horse's name?

LIZA
Johnny Dancer.
(a beat)
You've been in my office ten
times. How come you never asked
me about that picture before?

JERRY
Was waiting till I knew you
better. Johnny Dancer, huh?
Sounds like a racehorse.

Jerry heads out. Liza watches after him a beat as he


goes.

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