Deadly Impact Page #2

but you don't kill her.

I'm not going to kill her. You are.

You've been investigating this case

and me long enough to know

that I mean what I say

and I do what I mean.

Please. She's all I got.

If it makes it easier for Kelly,

why don't you shut off the lights.

The cameras have night vision.

So it doesn't make a difference to me.

Come on, Tommy. What's the call, man?

There's gotta be another way, Ryan.

Come on, help me out here, man.

We're approaching one minute.

Honey, look at me.

Honey, can you look at me?

I'm gonna get you out of here, okay?

What I'm gonna do is

I'm gonna turn the lights out.

I'm gonna scoop you up in the dark

and I'm gonna carry you

right out of here, okay?

But I need you to do me a favor.

Whenever I turn the lights out,

I want you to be very still.

Okay? Can you do that?

It's almost over, baby.

I love you.

Ryan.

Tom Armstrong? Wait.

Are you Tom Armstrong?

I am. Why?

Haven't spoken English in a while.

That's fine. Kind of miss it, actually.

- What you need?

- Can we talk for a few minutes?

- How about I buy you another drink?

- No, thanks. How about tomorrow?

No, that's not good enough.

It wasn't easy to find you,

and I deserve a few minutes for the effort.

Can we just have a seat?

Yeah.

So you're with the FBI?

- How'd you know?

- Christ, lady.

If it was the CIA,

they would've waited till I left the building,

thrown a black bag over my head,

and handed me off to Washington.

You're in a bar, for Christ's sake.

Ain't touched a drink.

Speak with a Southwest accent.

Even I can hear some Quantico

in there somewhere.

Carrying a standard issue 40 caliber Glock.

Nobody else in here would pick up on it,

but any decent cop can spot an agent.

Especially an agent trying

not to look like an agent.

You never told me your name.

- Isabel Ordonez, FBI.

- Tom Armstrong. Retiree.

- Pretty perceptive for a retiree.

- Yeah, well, what's your point?

I was hoping that you could

just listen to this tape...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Lady, I never told you anything

about helping you.

All I need is a few seconds

for you to listen to it.

You know what? It's taken me a while here,

but I finally found a way

to make this place work.

I got it, and it'll take all of two minutes.

- It won't. It won't take two minutes.

- I'm not going to leave. This is important.

Listen, Agent Ordonez,

or whatever your name is...

The Lion is back in Albuquerque.

- How close are you to getting him?

- We're close.

We think we've intercepted

a cell phone call he made to an associate,

and we need for you to give us a voice ID.

You are the only person we know

that's ever spoken to him.

Okay?

Yeah.

THE LION... The best opportunity we have

is the Carom Club,

- Saturday, 8... 00 sharp.

- MAN... Okay.

THE LION... Make sure we have the truck,

car, storage rental, and explosives.

Now I need to get to Panama,

and I need to get out.

I know it's short...

- It's him.

You're sure?

Yeah. Yeah.

A voice ID is flimsy,

but the judge just needs a reason

to issue a warrant.

Tom, if you're interested, we'd like

to have you come back to Albuquerque,

take a look at our files on The Lion.

No one's ever gotten

as close to him as you.

- Your role would be strictly as a consultant.

- I don't think so.

Never really been much of a consultant.

Thank you for your help.

I'm sure it wasn't easy.

THE LION... Saving your wife is not an option.

THE LION... y ou're the one that has to

live with what happens tonight.

- How are we doing on video capture?

- Nothing yet.

And it's become a real big problem.

We gotta move these people

off the dance floor.

- This is out.

- All right.

Let's see what you got.

- Yeah.

Look how pretty she is.

Thank you.

- You, my friend, are late.

- My name wasn't on the VIP list.

I had to wait in line

with the rest of the Feds.

You're being paranoid.

There's no Feds here.

They intercepted last week's call.

The question is,

are you an informant or just stupid?

Watch your mouth.

I'm not gonna dignify that with an answer.

Dignify it with a "no. "

Aw! Everyone came with a date,

except me.

That kind of party.

All right, you're ready to go.

Ryan, move it back.

Oh, my God, that's Tommy.

You're really starting to piss me off,

you know that?

- Oh, I wouldn't wanna do that.

- I don't see any cops.

We're in a club filled with women.

Look for the boys

who aren't checking them out.

All right.

So what do you wanna do?

We finish our business,

then I'll create a diversion.

We'll get out of here.

You shouldn't be here, Tom.

Check out the table by the window.

Your 5 o'clock.

The man seated has a bodyguard.

Give me video capture,

table against the window.

RYAN ON RADIO... you got it.

Do not interfere with this arrest.

It would ruin us in court.

Get the strike team in place.

- Go on green.

- Copy that.

Where's the key?

Self storage unit.

It's reserved under an untraceable name.

I've also got the vehicles you requested.

One average sedan, one average truck.

- And my associate?

- Yeah, he and his team are out tomorrow.

- He has a C.I. Lined up to meet you.

- Is the K.C.I. In the car?

Yes.

Codes, right? Bank account?

Joke, huh? Supposed to be f***ing funny?

Not for you.

Get all these people secured!

Get to that sidewalk! Do not move!

Get those people secured.

Get them secured now!

Agent Ordonez, what's going on inside?

There's been an explosion inside the club.

Hold at the entrance

and send a team across the street.

Copy that. Secure that building,

inside, second floor.

Suspect's fled the building,

heading to the back alley.

Tactical, we're on second floor.

No sign of shooter.

Be advised, we've got a weapon,

no shooter.

Get me a medical team in here, now.

- Go to the...

- Got it.

What the f*** are you doing here?

I gave you a chance.

Why did you come back?

Now you've made it personal.

Now I'm gonna kill you, you bastard.

Freeze! Stay where you are!

Don't move! Don't touch that door!

Step away from the van!

- He's...

Don't speak.

Look at me the entire time.

I said, shut the f*** up.

Suspect's leaving on a motorcycle.

Eastbound towards University Boulevard.

I have another suspect in custody.

Request assistance. Put the gun down.

Keep your hands in the air.

Now, get on your knees!

Put your hands behind your head.

I'm Special Agent in Charge William Hopter.

I spoke with Isabel Ordonez and Ryan Alba,

so I understand why you're here.

The FBI is under a lot of pressure,

so I need to be frank with you.

The Lion has us scrambling.

Tonight was our best chance in years

to catch him, and we missed.

Listen, I welcome any help

that you can provide to this investigation,

but I need to be clear with you.

This is not an opportunity

for you to be a vigilante.

I'm here as a cop. Nothing more.

Good.

Ryan Alba would like to see you.

He's with us, came over a few years ago.

Just tell him I'm not really feeling

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes