Assassins Page #23

BAIN:

You're pathetic. You sound like

a mark.

RATH:

(smiles sadly)

No. I just know where you're

going.

Bain takes off his sunglasses, looks Rath in the eye.

Bain suddenly doesn't look so nervous.

BAIN:

I tell you, that night, in the

cab, I thought I was lucky to

be alive. Now I think different.

You were the lucky one.

Rath sits calmly, stares back at him.

RATH:

You're right. I am lucky.

BAIN:

No more chit chat.

A beat. And then, Bain winks.

Turning, he heads for the exit. As he disappears, Rath

reaches into his jacket, sticks his ear-piece back in.

RATH:

Electra, where are you?

No answer. Rath frowns.

RATH:

Electra?

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY

Panic is setting in as Electra struggles in vain to free

herself...

INT. BANK - DAY

Rath looks up as the Bank President and guards step over.

One carries the briefcase.

PRESIDENT:

Everything is in order, Senor.

EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY

Trying to look three different ways at once, Bain crosses

the plaza in long, pounding strides.

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY

Slowly, painfully, carefully, Electra eases herself from

the hole she's in. Almost out, she slips back.

INT. BANK - $16,000,000 - DAY

in the open briefcase. Held by one of the guards. The

Bank President closes it, looks over at Rath.

PRESIDENT:

This is awkward, not really my

affair. But I was told you would

give us something. In return.

The guards look formidable. As Rath's eyes narrow.

EXT. HOTEL PARAISO - DAY

As Bain blasts inside...

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY

Almost out, Electra pulls herself free. It hurts. And

then, she hears BAIN TEARING UP the hotel STAIRS.

INT. BANK - DAY

As Rath hands the disc over to the almost apologetic Bank

President. He sticks it in a scanner similar to the one

Bain used. The light flashes green. It checks out. The

guard hands Rath the briefcase. The President gestures

toward the exit. The clock reads 6:03.

PRESIDENT:

(smiling)

And now, we are closed, Senor.

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY

Electra reaches to the rafter, but can't quite get the

rifle. Bain sounds awfully close. Terrified, she

reaches again.

INT. HOTEL PARAISO - 3RD FLOOR HALL - DAY

Here he comes. Like a wild beast. He charges into...

INT. ROOM 302 - DAY

Electra is gone. Bain charges to the spot, on tiptoes,

pulls down his rifle and bag. Whipping to the window,

he sites through the scope. The stairs are empty.

BAIN:

(intense)

Step outside, Rath. Step outside

and I'll set you free.

ANGLE BEHIND BURNED MATTRESS

Here she is. Trembling, Electra peeks out, sees Bain's

back. At the window. Fifteen feet away.

INT. BANK - DAY

Rath walks toward the exit, closely followed by the

guards and Bank President. One long walk. Like a

man being released from prison, or is he on his way

to execution dock? We'll know in a few moments.

INT. ROOM 302 - DAY

Bain's attention is riveted to the hotel steps.

BAIN:

Come on. Orgulloso toro. I got the

sword right here. There's no shame.

I promise you won't feel a thing.

Behind him, behind the mattress, Electra raises Rath's

.22, her hand shaking like crazy.

INT. BANK - EXIT - DAY

No flood of light this time. In fact, it looks dark

outside. Rath is crowded from behind by the guards.

PRESIDENT:

Thank you for your business, Senor.

Practically pushed into taking a step outside, every-

thing is suddenly spinning out of his control. As the

big doors shut behind him...

INT. ROOM 302 - DAY

Bain has Rath in the doorway. Not quite a clean shot,

but Bain's willing to wait.

BAIN:

Take a step. Just one little step.

Electra's knuckles are white around the .22's grip. But

she can't pull the trigger. Bain isn't a cowboy and she's

not an Indian.

EXT. BANK - DOORWAY - DAY

Rath looks from side to side. There's no car waiting.

In fact, the Plaza is nearly deserted.

RATH:

Electra? Are you there?

Head down, there's only one way to find out. Rath

starts down the stairs.

INT. ROOM 302 - DAY

Bain leans forward, his aim rock steady.

The crosshairs are an "X" on the top of Rath's head.

BAIN:

Look up. I want to see your eyes.

Electra better act. Now's not the time to be a voyeur.

EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY

Rath stops, slowly looks up. He sees the rifle's long

silencer jut from the window, Bain's shadow beyond it.

He's a dead man, but the worst part is not knowing where

Electra is. Was he deserted? Is she in trouble? In

another second, it won't matter.

INT. ROOM 302 - DAY

About to pull the trigger, Bain hesitates...

BAIN'S POV - THROUGH RIFLE SCOPE

He sees the mic in Rath's ear, the cord snaking under

his shirt.

ROOM 302

Bain frowns, then sniffs the air. There's something

strangely familiar in it.

BAIN:

Jasmine.

Bain whips a look back over his shoulder, sees Rath's

.22, Electra who practically shrugs in apology.

ELECTRA:

Howdy...

The .22 SILENCER kisses the air. Bain's shoulder erupts

red.

EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY

Pigeons take wing as Rath sees the RIFLE twist up, FIRE

wildly into the sky. A beat and Rath dashes forward.

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