Assassins Page #15

RATH:

Neither have I.

He closes his eyes, listens as we hear her begin to CRY.

INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

Her back to the door, Electra slides slowly to the floor

as she cries. Hugging her knees to her chest, it gets

worse. A lonely, desolate moment. As PEARL MEWS...

EXT. CITYSCAPE/INT. PAYPHONE - NIGHT

A twinkling panorama. We PAN ACROSS TO a computer

screen. A cursor blinks to life as...

Contractor:
What went wrong, Miguel?

We're at a payphone booth. Bain has hooked his laptop

into the payphone wiring.

Bain:
Nothing. I retired the buyers. And the

seller.

Contractor:
The disc?

Cain:
Rath has it. He's a difficult mark.

Contractor:
Rath isn't the mark. THE DISC.

Bain is taken aback by this response. He's not used to

being criticized.

Bain:
You'll get it.

A long pause. Even Bain notices. The Contractor is

never this reticent. Finally...

Contractor:
You had your chance. The contract has

been reassigned.

BAIN:

What?! No lo puedo creer!

Bain is in a rage as he types...

Bain:
F*** you.

Contractor:
That's no way to talk to a lady.

BAIN:

I don't care what you are --

Bain hits the repeat key. "F*** you's" flash across the

screen. As the Contractor logs off, Bain slams his fist

against the glass of the booth.

INT. CHAIN HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

Rath is at his desk conversing with the Contractor.

Electra must still be holed up in the bathroom.

Rath:
I have the disc.

Contractor:
You're still the best, Robert.

RATH:

Then who's this kid?

Rath:
I'd like the two million in cash.

Contractor:
Where do you want to make the trade?

INT. CHAIN HOTEL - BATHROOM - NIGHT

Freshly showered, Electra looks better. Drying her hair,

she sees that Pearl is peering into the toilet.

ELECTRA:

How many times have I told you?

Pearl paws down the trip handle. The water swirls. As

she leans down to drink...

INT. CHAIN HOTEL ROOM

Rath watches the late news. Troubled, he holds the disc.

The bathroom door opens and Electra emerges. She watches

over his shoulder.

ELECTRA:

What did they say about the dead

guys at the Hyatt?

RATH:

Nothing.

ELECTRA:

I don't need details, just in

general.

RATH:

Nothing.

ELECTRA:

That's impossible.

RATH:

No. Not if...

ELECTRA:

Not if what?

RATH:

They were C.I.A. Or Interpol.

Rath CLICKS OFF the SET as the "Weather" comes on. He

considers the disc. Rath has a hunch, but wonders if he

really wants to know.

RATH:

What's on this?

ELECTRA:

It's encrypted. Breaking the

code on my laptop could take two,

maybe three hundred years.

RATH:

I thought you were a genius.

ELECTRA:

I am. In fact, I was the best.

RATH:

Was?

ELECTRA:

I'm retiring, too.

(re:
disc)

I wish I had an insight, but it

was all anonymous. Just an

intercepted satellite

transmission.

Rath knows that in this case, ignorance is bliss.

Rath stands, goes into the bathroom.

Electra steps over to the bed. The blanket has been

"turned-down." Two chocolate mints rest on the triangle.

ELECTRA:

There's only one bed. I guess you

picked up on that.

Rath exits the bathroom, rolling two towels together.

RATH:

It's all yours.

ELECTRA:

You want the couch?

Rath sets the roll on the floor. He switches on a

ceiling light directly over it. Electra watches, under-

stands, but teases.

ELECTRA:

What's that, a trick of the trade?

So you don't get too comfortable?

(off no answer)

Why don't you just tie a string

from your toe to the doorknob?

RATH:

(doesn't think

twice)

The door opens in.

Rath reenters the bathroom; Electra can't help but smile.

BATHROOM:

Rath sits on the toilet seat and looks at his reflection

in the mirror. He's not quite sure he knows who he's

looking at. Sensing someone else, he looks down to where

Pearl stares up at him.

CHAIN HOTEL ROOM

Electra is in bed. The lights on her side of the room

are off. Rath passes.

He kicks off his shoes, sits on the floor. He sets the

.22 down, stops short. Electra has set one of the "turn

-down" chocolates on his towel. Rath picks it up. He

lies on his back, stares at the ceiling. On her side,

Electra faces the other way. As Rath unwraps the

chocolate...

ELECTRA:

Thanks.

RATH:

For what?

ELECTRA:

I don't know. Saving my life I

guess.

A long moment of silence before...

RATH:

How'd you like to make a million

dollars?

ELECTRA:

What do I have to do?

(looks over)

Nothing cheap I hope.

Rath smiles. As he pops the chocolate into his mouth...

EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - MUSTANG - DAY

Electra behind the wheel, in sunglasses and a kerchief.

Rath in the passenger seat as they pull up to the curb.

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