Assassins Page #6

INT. CAB - STOPPED - NIGHT

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:

You think I'm running you up?

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:

A silenced Smith Wesson .22.

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.

EXT. SOCCER FIELD - NIGHT

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.

INT. CAB - MOVING - NIGHT

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.

EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT

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.

The cab bounces off, continues on. The rifle is crushed

under bus wheels. Bain's lucky to still have his arm.

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