15 Minutes Page #14
She's lost it. Hawkins consoles her. Nicolette shrugs him
off - turns back to her drink. Downs the rest of it. A
woman arrives, MAGGIE, Hawkins' producer - assistant in tow.
MAGGIE:
Robert...?
HAWKINS:
What are you doing here?
MAGGIE:
(holding a cellular)
You've got a call.
HAWKINS:
I can't talk to anybody right now, can't
you see I'm busy! I can't talk
business. Hang up. Have a drink.
(to Paulie)
Get her a whiskey.
MAGGIE:
Trust me, you'll want to take this call.
Robert steps off the stool. Takes the phone.
HAWKINS:
Hello? Who is this?
(listens)
How do I know this is you?
Hawkins gives Nicolette a comforting squeeze on her shoulder.
Backs away from the bar. Now out of hearing distance, he
looks back at Nicolette and lowers his voice.
HAWKINS (CONT'D)
Where?
We INTERCUT Emil on a public phone in the lobby of a movie
theater. Oleg videotapes Emil on the phone, as he throws
glances into the theater.
EMIL:
Come to 45 Broadway. Don't bring the
Police. Come alone or you'll be in my
next film.
HAWKINS:
(low)
Look a**hole. I've been threatened by
better than you.
EMIL:
No. I'm the best that's ever threatened
you.
HAWKINS:
I'll meet you on one condition - I get
exclusivity and you surrender to me.
EMIL:
We'll talk about that. Four o'clock
gives you time to go to bank. Three
hundred thousand dollars.
HAWKINS:
What? It doesn't work that way.
EMIL:
(incensed)
If you don't want my film - I'll call
another show. And they will show it.
HAWKINS:
Wait a minute. Wait a minute.
EMIL:
Come alone. Bring cash. And we'll talk
about surrendering.
CLICK. The line goes dead. Hawkins disconnects. Hands the
phone back to Maggie. She's looking at him. Excited.
Hawkins looks at Nicolette. His mind whirls.
INT. FIRE STATION 91 - KITCHEN - DAY
Daphne and Korfin are sitting at a table. Korfin's arm is in
a sling, his side bandaged. Duffy and Jordy enter in their
dress uniforms. Korfin walks over to them.
KORFIN:
How was it?
JORDY:
(numb)
Not good.
Jordy's quiet. Dazed. Nobody can believe Eddie's gone.
DUFFY:
(nods to Daphne)
Did the D.A. videotape her deposition?
KORFIN:
DUFFY:
(to Korfin)
Alright. Swing by her apartment. Let
her pick up her clothes and take her
straight to Hoover Street. You got
that?
KORFIN:
Yeah.
Jordy looks at her. Duffy sees them hold each other's look.
JORDY:
Chief - mind if I take her?
DUFFY:
Okay. But not water sports.
Duffy walks out. Jordy leads Daphne out of the station.
Korfin follows. A MAN IN A CHEAP SUIT is talking to Camello
who points as Jordy walks by. The man chases after Jordy.
MAN:
Excuse me - Jordan Warsaw?
JORDY:
Yeah.
MAN:
(shoving papers in Jordy's
hand)
Consider yourself served.
Jordy opens the papers. Korfin puts Daphne in the car.
Walks back over to Jordy and reads over his shoulder.
KORFIN:
Zwangendaba??? Is suing you, the
department and the city of New York for
10 million? Who is Zwangendaba?
Jordy remembers...and gets more depressed.
JORDY:
The mugger.
EXT. DAPHNE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
It's an old brownstone - in poor condition. Jordy pulls up.
Opens the door for Daphne - takes her by the elbow - steering
her to the door. He is edgy. Jumpy. Looking around.
DAPHNE:
Are you alright?
JORDY:
I still can't believe Eddie's gone.
DAPHNE:
I'm sorry.
He looks at her. Nods. They walk up to the stairs as the
front door opens. A NEIGHBOR exits, shocked. Jordy pulls
Daphne out of the way.
DAPHNE (CONT'D)
(in Czech to the man)
Hello. How are you?
INT. DAPHNE'S APARTMENT BUILDING - HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
Jordy and Daphne make their way up the stairs. A bouquet of
flowers are outside Daphne's apartment.
JORDY:
What's this?
She takes the card. Jordy looks over her shoulder. Daphne
reads:
"Good luck with all your troubles. I'm here if youneed me...Ludwig."
JORDY (CONT'D)
Is he your boyfriend?
DAPHNE:
Ludwig? He's gay - are you jealous?
JORDY:
If I was your boyfriend, I might be.
DAPHNE:
If you were my boyfriend, I'd suggest
you find another girlfriend that isn't
going to jail ten-thousand miles away.
They're staring in each other's eyes. The sexual tension
strong.
JORDY:
A good Immigration lawyer could stall
the process. Eddie recommended one.
DAPHNE:
No matter what happens...I'm glad I met
you.
JORDY:
I'm glad I met you.
They hold each other's eyes...then suddenly they kiss.
Urgently. Passionately. Somebody is coming up the stairs.
They part quickly. A tenant enters his apartment down the
hall. Jordy clears his throat.
JORDY (CONT'D)
Let's get your stuff.
He opens the door. Peers inside - checking it out. Turns to
her. Gestures that it's okay to enter.
INT. DAPHNE'S APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
It's very small. Almost no furniture. The bare minimum.
The apartment is a hole. She looks at Jordy. Both thinking
the same thought. Another kiss.
JORDY:
You better get packed.
DAPHNE:
Right.
She holds his look.
JORDY:
Do you have coffee?
DAPHNE:
In the kitchen.
JORDY:
I'll make some for us.
DAPHNE:
I'll get my clothes.
She heads down the hall. Jordy enters the small kitchen. He
flips on the kitchen light and the LIGHTBULB EXPLODES -
SETTING THE CEILING ON FIRE AND RELEASING A RAIN OF FIRE INTO
DAPHNE (CONT'D)
Jordy!!!
JORDY:
No! Get back! GET BACK!!!
Jordy's more surprised than shaken. It's a fire - he knows
the drill. He pushes her into the living room. Then notices
a FIRE EXTINGUISHER hanging on the wall. Grabs it. Aims it
at the FIRE spreading in the kitchen. He SPRAYS as Daphne
SCREAMS!
DAPHNE:
That's not mine!
WHOOOOOOOOOSH! The fire extinguisher FEEDS THE FIRE! Flames
leap up from the fire - shooting toward the extinguisher
because it's filled with gasoline. The handle LOCKS! Jordy
CAN'T TURN IT OFF. Flames engulf the extinguisher and
JORDY'S HAND.
He flings the extinguisher - BACKS OUT OF THE KITCHEN.
Closes the door. Jordy takes off his jacket. Stuffs it
under the bottom of the door. Blocking the smoke. He
hurries into the living room. Knowing it's moments before
the extinguisher will explode. Jordy pulls out his cellular.
Hits the speed dial as he notices Daphne about to throw a
chair through the window.
JORDY:
Don't! It'll suck the flames toward us!
Too late. She SMASHES the window. There's an EXPLOSION in
the kitchen. Smoke and fire rush down the hallway and along
the ceiling. Jordy yells into the phone:
JORDY (CONT'D)
This is Jordan Warsaw! We got a 1075,
make it quick, we're trapped! 8th
Avenue and 44th Street.
He pulls Daphne toward the bedroom. It's locked. Jordy
kicks it open. Grabs the comforter off the bed. Shoves that
under the door jam. He pulls Daphne into the bathroom.
Shuts the door. Runs his severely burned hand under the cold
water. Daphne looks out the window - hearing the sirens.
She notices someone has nailed the window shut. And on top
of one nail...is Eddie's gold shield.
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