Assassins Page #22

BAIN:

Esto es una locura!

Always watching the bank, he grabs the empty water

bottle, unzips his pants and begins refilling it.

INT. BANK RESTROOM - DAY

INTERCUT Bain's discomfort with Rath in the bank's

elegant restroom. He stands at the sink, pats his hands

dry on a towel. Not a trace of sweat on his brow.

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY

Spotting someone exiting the bank, Bain drops the bottle

of urine, spilling it, to grab for his rifle. He looks

through the scope. Not Rath. As Bain curses...

EXT. CAFE - DAY

Concerned, the owner starts for Electra with another cup

of espresso. Seven empties dot her table. She looks

over, waves him off. No mas.

INT. BANK - DAY

The sun clock on the wall reads 5:10. After a long beat,

the MINUTE HAND CLICKS over to 5:11. PAN DOWN TO where

the Bank President approaches Rath.

PRESIDENT:

Senor, we've deducted our fee

and are making a second count.

The funds will be available in

one half hour.

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY

The sun is getting low, filling the room with golden

light. Bain is just a knot by the window. As a large

group exit the bank, he scans faces through the scope.

Frantically as they disperse. No Rath.

Bain pounds the butt of the rifle down, splintering a

floorboard. He checks his watch. 5:47. In fifteen

minutes the bank will close. Maybe he missed him...

Bain stands up.

EXT. CAFE - DAY

Electra sits up almost in shock as she sees Bain emerge

from the shadows of the hotel. He moves with purpose,

shoving aside people who don't get out of his way.

ELECTRA:

(almost shouting)

He's coming.

(a whisper)

He's coming.

INT. BANK - DAY

Rath looks up at the clock, frowns as he remembers.

RATH:

He waited four minutes longer

than I did.

ELECTRA (V.O.)

What?

RATH:

Go.

EXT. CAFE - DAY

Electra moves for the hotel, enters.

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - LOBBY - DAY

Watching her footing, Electra heads up the main stair-

case, on her way to the third floor.

INT. BANK - DAY

The Bank Official carries Rath's briefcase to the

President's desk. It looks heavy now. The President

looks to Rath who motions he'll be one moment.

RATH:

(into mic)

Where are you?

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - BURNED-OUT HALLWAY - DAY

Electra counts doors, enters...

ROOM 302

ELECTRA:

I'm in 302.

She's ready to grab the rifle and run. The only problem

is, it's not here. She checks behind a blackened

mattress leaning against the wall. Nothing...

ELECTRA:

It's not here. The rifle's not here.

INT. BANK - DAY

Rath is horrified.

RATH:

Get out of there.

EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY

Bain strides across the plaza, a maniac gleam in his eye.

The bank is just ahead.

INT. ROOM 302 - DAY

Electra looks through the lathing into 301. Maybe she

has the wrong room. But as she turns, she spots it.

Bain's rifle stashed up in the rafter.

ELECTRA:

Wait. I got it!

INT. BANK - DAY

Relief replaces the nausea.

RATH:

Okay. Go.

INT. BANK - DAY

As Bain charges in, Rath removes the ear-piece, pockets

it.

INT. ROOM 302 - DAY

But as Electra steps forward, the floor gives out at her

feet. She falls, jerks to a stop as her ribs wedge into

the hole. She cries out in pain.

INT. BANK - DAY

Soaked in sweat, his eyes covered by sunglasses, Bain

scans the lobby. Rath sits, waits, unaware of Electra's

plight.

Turning, Bain spots him. A man seemingly without a care

in the world. Confused, Bain's first instinct is to run.

But then, taking a breath, he starts for Rath.

BAIN:

How'd you know? Who told you?

RATH:

History -- Nicolai. Fifteen years

ago I walked into this bank just

like you are now. That makes you

good. Because I was the best.

(a beat)

But right now you feel like a mark,

don't you?

The words sting.

RATH:

You think you've been sold out.

You don't trust anyone. It's the

first commandment. It's what

keeps you alive.

BAIN:

And you, Antiquado? Who can you

trust? No one. You're alone,

same as me.

If Bain only knew how wrong he really was.

INT. ROOM 302 - DAY

ELECTRA:

Rath. I'm stuck.

No answer. Electra follows the ear-piece cord to the

transmitter unit under her shirt. A tug reveals it's

smashed from the fall.

INT. BANK - DAY

Bain's nervous, watching anyone who comes near them.

RATH:

Why the sunglasses, kid? Can't

you look me in the eye?

Bain turns defiantly toward him, seething with energy.

BAIN:

You and Nicolai. Me and you.

History will repeat.

RATH:

If you were really a student of

history, you'd know we're just

pawns. The contractor is number

one.

Not listening, Bain glances toward the back of the bank.

RATH:

There's sixteen million coming

out of there. I could give it to

you right now to let me walk. You

wouldn't take it.

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