Enemy of the State Page #11
DEAN:
Where's Stacy?
JENNY:
She doesn't want to talk to you.
DEAN:
(beat)
What are you talking--
JENNY:
She can't talk to you right now.
DEAN:
(beat)
Why?
JENNY:
Because she's reading the newspaper,
you a**hole.
DEAN pushes past her and heads to the back patio--
STACY stares blankly, eyes red. A copy of The Post is
beside her. A picture of DEAN and RACHEL, arm in arm,
accompanies a headline.
DEAN walks in--
DEAN:
Stacy?
STACY:
How could you let me find out like
this?
DEAN:
Stacy, I found out like this. This
STACY:
Robert--
DEAN:
It's not true.
STACY:
(reading)
"Sources revealed an FBI
investigation into a possible money
laundering scheme that may have
sent millions of dollars--
DEAN:
I've seen it.
STACY:
(reading)
"At the center of the investigation
are well-known Washington-area
attorneys Robert Dean and Rachel
Banks."
DEAN:
Yeah...look--
STACY whips the paper at him--
STACY:
You swore!
DEAN:
I have lunch with Rachel once a
month. She's my connection to an
investigator.
STACY:
I told you I didn't want you seeing
her.
DEAN:
I know.
STACY:
You had an affair with this woman,
Robert, we went to a f***ing
counselor for a year.
DEAN:
I see her for business.
STACY:
You told me you weren't seeing her
at all.
DEAN:
I didn't want you to be upset. I
shouldn't have lied. Stacy, there's
nothing between me and Rachel Banks.
STACY grabs another paper and shoves it across the
DEAN'S POV:
A black and white surveillance photo ofDEAN and RACHEL on a hotel balcony.
STACY (O.S.)
The date stamp on the picture is
last month. Is that where you and
Rachel conduct business.
DEAN:
(shaking his head)
It's not real...
(to STACY)
That's not me.
STACY:
Oh, please--
DEAN:
It's not a real picture, Stacy,
it's been doctored-up.
STACY:
I think you should leave now, Robert.
DEAN:
Stacy--
STACY:
Leave this house.
Establishing. Downtown Washington, D.C.
INT. REGISTRATION DESK - CONTINUOUS
A busy night. DEAN stands at the registration desk
facing a DESK CLERK.
DESK CLERK:
(returning card)
I'm sorry, sir, this card's been
declined.
DEAN:
It's a brand new card.
DESK CLERK:
Maybe it's not connected yet.
DEAN:
(handing him another)
Here, you can use this.
The CLERK runs it through. Same result.
DESK CLERK:
I'm sorry.
He returns the card, embarrassed for Dean. DEAN turns
to leave...
...and stops dead. He stares at the empty floor by a
pillar.
DEAN:
My suitcase--
DESK CLERK:
Sir?
DEAN:
My suitcase is gone.
DEAN walks quickly around the area, looking at
everything and everyone.
DESK CLERK:
I'm sure we can locate it for you, sir.
DEAN:
Don't count on it.
DEAN stands at the ATM, waiting for cash. There's a
short line of PEOPLE behind him. His bank card spits
out. The monitor reads:
Temporarily Unable to Process
this Transaction
DEAN:
(pounding the machine)
God Dammit!
The waiting PEOPLE back away...
A weathered sign reads:
All Rooms $39.95
An O.S. TV DRONES the latest AT&T COMMERCIAL--
TV ANNOUNCER:
(soft and seductive)
Have you ever tucked your kid in
from a phone booth? You will--
CLOSE ON AN OLD COLOR TV. The COMMERCIAL ENDS. A
NEWSCASTER returns to deliver the late-night news.
NEWSCASTER:
(on TV)
In Richmond today, Senate Majority
Leader Sam Albert paid a visit to
promote the ten-billion dollar
Anti-Terror Bill.
The newscast cuts to SAM ALBERT, late 60's, standing on
State Capitol Building steps delivering a speech to
community leaders.
SENATOR ALBERT:
(on TV)
America is under assault, and this
time it's from within. The gangs,
the terrorists, the drug lords, the
cults...
PULLING AWAY from the TV, we explore the room. Dimly
lit and cluttered with tired furniture.
SENATOR ALBERT (CONT'D)
(on TV)
It's a war like any other war. A
war with victims and a war that
requires courage and strength.
Outside the window, a BUZZING NEON SIGN flickers red
and blue. We finally end on DEAN, sitting on a sagging
bed, rubbing his eyes...the newspaper with the
doctored-up photo is sitting next to him.
EXT. BUILDING - DAY
Establishing. Italian area of Baltimore. A 40's era
box-building. A sign reads:
Italian/American Legion - Members Only
INT. ITALIAN/AMERICAN LEGION - CONTINUOUS
Thread-bare chairs and a couch. SAL and FRANKIE, both
meaty guys in shiny shirts, sit facing DEAN, who stands
before them.
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