15 Minutes Page #16
The restaurant BUZZES. Emil checks his watch.
OLEG:
In movie they make of us, who do you
think would act me?
EMIL:
The one who got caught in the bathroom.
(beat)
George Michael.
Emil laughs. Oleg doesn't.
OLEG:
I'm serious.
EMIL:
Shut up. Look!
Emil points towards the TV. "Top Story" is continuing. The
scene cuts to Emil's video footage. Eddie is handcuffed to
the chair. The light illuminating his face.
OLEG (O.S.)
This is my project. I say 'action.' I
am the director! You are the talent.
You wait for me to say 'action.'
(beat)
And 'action!'
EMIL:
Bad last moment - I cut it out.
Emil looks at Oleg - furious.
EMIL (CONT'D)
I told you to cut that out before we
handed in the tape!
OLEG:
Be quiet. Watch.
Oleg watches the big-screen TV as Emil raises the pistol to
Eddie's temple. Eddie pushes him over the desk. Eddie then
knocks Emil with the chair and Emil falls off the desk onto
the floor. Eddie continues around with the chair and drives
Oleg back across the room - pinning him to the wall. Eddie
and Emil both go for the gun. Eddie knocks him out of the
way. Stabs him with the legs of the chair repeatedly.
Leaves him in a ball on the floor. Oleg comes at Eddie and
he knocks Oleg over the coffee table and onto the sofa. The
blinds and lamp shade are shot - bathing the room with more
light. Emil stabs Eddie in the stomach. Oleg kneels down
for a CLOSE-UP.
EMIL:
Die. Die.
EXT. TIMES SQUARE - CONTINUOUS
Hawkins' van drives across Times Square. Jordy's car
following. We WIDEN OUT... Eddie's murder is being broadcast
on the JUMBOTRON in Times Square. People stare up - stunned.
INT. PLANET HOLLWYOOD - CONTINUOUS
The dinner patrons are watching TV. Shocked. Emil glares at
Oleg.
EMIL:
Why did you leave that stuff in about
you being the director?
OLEG:
Because I am the director. Don't you
realize, if it wasn't for my film, for
my talent, my idea to do this - no way
would we be sitting here right now.
EMIL:
Your idea? I thought it was my idea.
Oleg tenses. Emil laughs.
EMIL (CONT'D)
Aren't you just the cameraman?
Oleg doesn't laugh.
OLEG:
I'm serious...this - this is a great
American film. Full of violence and
sex. And I want my credit.
EMIL:
Credit?
OLEG:
Yes. Before we hand in the next video -
I put titles on it and my credit is
going to read - Directed by Oleg Razgul.
EMIL:
Yes. But there's only one problem - you
want credit but the problem is - I don't
share credit.
Oleg is pissed.
EMIL (CONT'D)
You got that?
OLEG:
No, I don't get that!
EMIL:
You think you are a director? You are a
f***ing little, small Russian piece of
sh*t. And I hate you. I f***ing hate
you.
Emil slaps Oleg across the face. Oleg stands up. Emil
suddenly pulls out Eddie's gun but before he can pull the
trigger, Oleg STABS Emil in the arm! Emil squeezes off a
shot through the crowded restaurant. Patrons SCREAM - Oleg
runs through the restaurant, escaping. It's chaos.
Hawkins arrives with a crew and with BRUCE CUTLER, a
confident, tough criminal attorney.
Emil pulls the steak knife out of his arm, picks up a napkin -
pressing it to his wound.
EMIL (CONT'D)
Oh, hello.
Cutler accesses the situation.
EMIL (CONT'D)
Are you my attorney?
(extends his hand to Cutler)
I'm Emil. I'm insane.
CUTLER:
I'm not your lawyer until I see the
money.
EMIL:
Here. I have your money.
Emil picks up a briefcase and hands it to Cutler. Cutler
opens it - inside is the cash Emil got from Robert Hawkins.
Emil looks at the table, pushing the plates and silverware
aside. Emil looks under the table, throwing the chair aside,
freaking. He's lost the most important thing in his life.
EMIL (CONT'D)
Oh no! No! Sh*t!
CUTLER:
(follows Emil - reaching out to
him)
Emil. Take it easy. Stay with me. Sit
down. What do you need? What are you
looking for?
EMIL:
He has the camera! He took the movie!
Jordy comes in, gun raised.
JORDY:
Don't move! Don't move! Get your hands
up! Drop it!
Emil puts his hands in the air. Immediately drops the gun!
EMIL:
I give up!
Jordy is disappointed! He didn't want to take Emil alive.
Hawkins signals to his camera man, who swings his camera at
Jordy as he approaches Emil, his gun aimed at Emil's head.
CUTLER:
This man is unarmed, officer. He's
surrendered.
Jordy cracks Emil across the face - knocking him down.
CUTLER (CONT'D)
What are you hitting him for?
JORDY:
Turn that camera off!
Jordy handcuffs him. Emil turns to the camera for sympathy,
appearing more hurt than he is.
EMIL:
No. Keep filming...
Jordy realizes how media savvy Emil is and understands in
that moment why he's surrendering. Jordy yanks Emil up -
dragging him across the restaurant floor - Emil still
favoring his ankle.
CUTLER:
(to Emil)
Don't say anything.
EMIL:
Where are we going?
CUTLER:
I'm coming with you.
EMIL:
Yes. Yes, come with me!
CUTLER:
(to Jordy)
I'm invoking rights - this man is
represented by counsel. I'm coming with
him.
The "Top Story" crew is all over them, filming everything.
Cutler stays close to Emil. Making sure he's in the video
footage.
JORDY:
Turn that camera off!
EXT. PLANET HOLLWYOOD - CONTINUOUS
As Jordy comes out with a limping Emil, police are arriving.
Tommy, Leon and Murphy run over as Jordy opens the back door
to his car. Leon grabs Emil.
LEON:
I'll take him.
JORDY:
No way! He's mine!
LEON:
(holding on to Emil, squeezing
his arm hard)
We're takin' him. Don't argue!
JORDY:
He's my collar!
LEON:
Well, he killed my partner!
JORDY:
He's yours but I take him in! I'll
drive him to the precinct, you can have
him but I'm walkin' him in.
Leon realizes Jordy wants to be seen on TV taking Emil into
custody.
LEON:
Okay, kid, have your 15-minutes. I'll
follow you. Tommy, you ride with him!
Leon stares hatefully into Emil's eyes.
LEON (CONT'D)
You're goin' down, motherf***er, you are
goin' down. I'll be there with a smile
when they put you down!
Cutler hurries to Emil's side.
CUTLER:
Don't say a word. Don't respond to his
taunting!
(to Leon)
He's represented by counsel. You want
to speak to someone - you speak to me!
TOMMY:
Out of the way, counselor.
CUTLER:
Don't you put your hands on me,
Detective.
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