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Assassins Page #5
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 132 min
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INT. CRUISER TWO
COP #3 is on the radio as cop #4 drives.
COP #3
Officers down. We need an aid
car, now, twenty-seven hundred
block. Victoria Ave.
INT. RENT-A-CAR - MOVING - LATE DAY
Rath has the calls, hangs a right.
INT. CRUISER TWO - MOVING - LATE DAY
COP #3
Request backup and ambulance to...
Suddenly the WINDSHIELD SPIDERWEBS and Cop #3 is hit in
the chest.
INT. CRUISER ONE - UPSIDE DOWN - LATE DAY
Bain FIRES again.
INT. CRUISER TWO - MOVING - LATE DAY
The other side of the WINDSHIELD SPIDERWEBS. Cop #4 is
hit.
INT. CRUISER ONE - UPSIDE DOWN - LATE DAY
Upside down Cop #1 twists a desperate look back at Bain.
COP #1
Don't shoot me. Please.
BAIN:
(agreeable)
Okay.
Bain rolls clear as Cruiser Two slams into and through
Cruiser One.
Bain looks at the wreckage for a beat and disappears
between two buildings -- the rifle at his side.
INT. RENT-A-CAR - SUNSET
Rath slows as he nears the wreckage. Bain is nowhere in
sight. Rath stops. Holding his .22, Rath leans low
out of the sedan for a quick look. Four dead cops, but
no Bain. Just a discarded pair of coveralls on the
sidewalk.
Rath scans the deserted streets. It's a little spooky.
Then, a shadow moving. Across the street.
EXT. STREET - SUNSET
Rath gets out of his rent-a-car, .22 in hand. As we hear
a DISTANT SIREN, Rath crosses to a chainlink fence, peers
through.
Our hearts are in our throats as, without warning, a big
watch dog lunges at the fence.
But Rath is unphased. He gets back in his car, continues
driving and scanning for any sign of life.
EXT. STREETS - SUNSET
He hangs a left, coasts, then hangs a right. A block
ahead, a yellow cab waits at a red light. Rath looks a
little more determined as it gives him an idea. A police
car races by.
INT./EXT. YELLOW CAB/INTERSECTION - NIGHT
The DRIVER's eyes look to the rearview as headlights
loom. He winces as his cab is bumped from behind.
EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT
Rath gets out of the sedan and the Driver out of the cab.
As they converge on the bumper...
DRIVER:
There better not even be a scratch,
you dumb sonuva --
Before the Driver can finish his point, Rath knocks him
cold with a short, powerful punch. He catches the man,
drags him over to the safety of the sidewalk.
Rath relieves the Driver of his cap, sticks two hundred
bucks in his hand and hops into the cab. The light
turns green and he's off.
Cap on, Rath is behind the wheel. He turns up the CB,
hoping to get lucky. CALLS CRACKLE, then...
DISPATCH (V.O.)
Who's near Adams and Nine? I got
a fare going to the airport.
Rath picks up the mic, pulls the Driver ID from the
dash, checks the cab's ID number.
RATH:
This is 501. I got it.
Rath clicks off, shoves the ID under the seat. Sticking
the .22 down between his legs, he rolls.
An empty payphone on the corner. Not a soul in sight.
The Yellow CAB pulls up, IDLES at the curb.
Rath holds the .22 with one hand, the door handle with
the other. Tense as a tiger ready to spring.
A couple exit from a dingy bar across the street. Rath
looks over, frowns as they start toward him.
In that instant, the opposite passenger door opens and
someone gets in the back. As the door slams shut, Rath
checks the rearview mirror.
It's Bain. He carries his rifle wrapped in his jacket.
For the first time we realize that the front and back of
the cab are separated by bullet-proof glass.
An awkward silence as Rath slides the .22 back between
his legs. Bain looks at his eyes in the rearview. (Bain
never really saw him at the cemetery.)
BAIN:
Is there a problem?
RATH:
(cool as can be)
The airport, right?
BAIN:
Right.
RATH:
No problem.
EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT
As the Yellow Cab pulls away, we get the distinct feeling
this is going to be no ordinary cab ride.
Rath studies Bain in the rearview. Bain stares out the
side window, chuckling to himself, a thin trickle of
blood on his temple.
RATH:
You're cut.
Bain touches the blood, looks at it a bit surprised.
BAIN:
(smiles)
I had an accident at work.
RATH:
What kind of work?
BAIN:
Look, I'm, how do you say? Dead tired.
Save the chitchat for someone else.
Rath nods. Bain stares out the window. Rath continues
studying him.
CUT AHEAD TO:
EXT. AIRPORT NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
The Yellow Cab rolls through the intersection. An
airport exit is coming up.
INT. YELLOW CAB - ROLLING - NIGHT
The cab passes the airport turn-off. Bain sits up.
BAIN:
What're you doing?
RATH:
What?
BAIN:
That was the turn-off for the
airport back there.
RATH:
Sorry.
BAIN:
Yeah, well, you just blew your tip, pal.
RATH:
BAIN:
Just do your job.
EXT. CURB - SOCCER FIELD - NIGHT
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