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Assassins Page #6
- R
- Year:
- 1995
- 132 min
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Rath slaps the cab in park, looks over his shoulder at
Bain. Only we see Rath grip the .22.
RATH:
Get out.
BAIN:
What?
RATH:
Get out.
BAIN:
You can't --
RATH:
The hell I can't! Get out!
Bain almost finds it funny. He opens the door to get
out. Rath faces forward. He'll shoot him when he does.
BAIN:
I don't believe this.
Bain has one leg out when he looks back, sees the ID is
missing from the dash. An odd beat as Bain wonders.
Bain looks to Rath's eyes in the rearview. It's now all
the confirmation he needs.
BAIN:
Cojones de Dios. Robert Rath.
The cab rocks as both men draw their guns. Bain is
poised at the door; Rath leans back across the front
seat. They draw down on each other despite the glass.
Bain looks like he'll make a run for it, but then...
BAIN:
I get out, pow, you got me.
Bain pulls the door closed, smiles.
BAIN:
Now what?
RATH:
Who are you?
BAIN:
Cono. Robert Rath wants to know
me.
Bain leans back, a big moment for him.
BAIN:
Bain. Miguel Bain.
(laughs)
I don't believe this. You rolled
some cabbie, then waited for the
right call. That's genius, man.
Genius.
(really impressed)
And then you got the balls to sit
there and bullshit with me. No
way I could've done that.
RATH:
You stole my contract. How did
you know?
Bain admires Rath's gun. What begins to show through is
that in a twisted way, Rath is Bain's hero.
BAIN:
Classic. I switched when I heard
that's what you used.
(re:
rifle)Excuse this. It was a long shot.
RATH:
Who contracted you?
Bain looks across to where the kids play soccer. Co-ed.
As Bain rolls down his window...
EXT. SOCCER FIELD - BAINS POV OF GAME - NIGHT
BACK TO CAB:
BAIN:
Why don't you drive? We can get
acquainted. Chitchat.
RATH:
We'll sit.
Rath sees the kids, too as Bain levels the sniper's rifle.
The SOCCER BALL EXPLODES in mid-air as Bain FIRES. The
kids stand confused. The silencer muffled the report.
INT. YELLOW CAB - PARKED - NIGHT
Bain smiles at Rath.
BAIN:
Drive.
(aims again)
Number thirteen looks tired. Maybe
she needs a rest.
Bain's finger curls around the trigger as he follows a
girl down the field.
EXT. SOCCER FIELD - LONG LENS POV - NIGHT
of girl playing.
INT. YELLOW CAB
BAIN:
Help me out, Rath. A moving
target. That's the front sight,
right?
EXT. CURB - SOCCER FIELD - NIGHT
Rath throws it into drive and starts away.
INT. CAB - MOVING ACROSS BRIDGE - NIGHT
Bain smiles.
BAIN:
Protect the innocent. That's weak.
You could've had me in the
cemetery, but you couldn't shoot
the cops. You're Antiquado.
RATH:
And you've got a lot to learn.
THWUMP! Rath looks back to where a slug is imbedded in
the glass. Bain coughs as the rifle smoke clears.
BAIN:
I had to try. I mean, who knows?
EXT. CAB - STREET - BRIDGE - NIGHT
Two POLICE CARS SCREAM by going the other way.
BAIN:
They look pissed, huh?
RATH:
I wouldn't be surprised.
BAIN:
How'd you like the cemetery? Rome.
14 BC. They killed a General,
Flavius, at his brother's funeral.
But I couldn't wait for Branch's
brother to die. So I killed him,
too. Proud of me?
Although he's actually impressed, Rath doesn't answer.
He's too busy trying to figure a way to take Bain out.
BAIN:
I killed a guy in his bathtub
once. Was a b*tch, but I wanted
to do him like they did Marat...
You know, the French Revolution?
Rath just stares grimly ahead. Bain's a bit disappointed.
After a beat.
BAIN:
It was nice meeting you, Rath.
Someday, I'll tell my little
nietos about this.
Moving like lightning, Bain slides, reaches the RIFLE
through the right rear passenger window and FIRES.
The first SHOT BLOWS OUT the passenger WINDOW. As Bain
moves the rifle in for a better shot, Rath jerks the
wheel hard left. Off balance, Bain's second SHOT drills
the roof at Rath's head.
Rath jerks the wheel, sends the cab sliding across the
yellow lines. A HORN BLARES as he hurtles toward an
oncoming car and a head-on collision!
Bain FIRES a wild third shot -- the windshield spiderwebs.
Rath cuts hard back across the yellow lines. The cab
slides, slams into the side of a bus traveling the same
direction.
As Bain FIRES again, Rath slams the cab against the side
of the bus, smack into an "I am the NRA" placard. The
rifle is ripped from Bain's hands.
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