Enemy of the State Page #13

RACHEL:

When I need to reach Brill, I chalk

the mailbox on 14th and Main.

EXT. CITY STREET - DAY

RACHEL is walking to the mailbox. She casually slashes

the box with chalk and drops a letter inside.

RACHEL (V.O.)

When he sees the mark, he knows

there's a drop. The location's

always the same.

EXT. BALTIMORE PORT - DAY

Establishing. Wharves, ships, seagulls. A water-bus

chugs dockside as PASSENGERS board for the trip across

the inlet. DEAN stands in a ticket line with the other

PASSENGERS.

RACHEL (V.O.)

The number twelve ferry to Glen

Burnie. Tuesdays or Fridays.

INT. FERRY - DAY

DEAN takes a seat. Across the deck is Seat 74. RACHEL

takes the seat and casually slides an envelope behind

it, her actions obscured by a bag she carries. The

ferry BLOWS its departure horn.

RACHEL (V.O.)

The drop's behind Seat 74. I leave

something, he picks it up later.

The ferry churns water. RACHEL moves to a wind

protected seat, leaving Seat 74 empty. DEAN keeps watch

on the seat as he scans the paper.

DEAN (V.O.)

Any idea what he looks like?

RACHEL (V.O.)

My guess is male, somewhere in his

40's or 50's.

A MONTAGE of different people occupying Seat 74.

A middle-aged DRUNK passed out in the seat. A TEEN-AGED

boy with glasses chats with friends.

RACHEL (V.O.)

Race, height, weight, you're on

your own.

An OLD LADY reads a book. She sees DEAN eyeing her and

smiles nervously. DEAN returns to his paper.

RACHEL (V.O.)

Now I don't know how he's gonna

feel about someone tracking him

down. He's reclusive. I'm sure he

has his reasons.

DEAN's alone now. The ferry docks for the night. The

last passengers, TWO NUNS, disembark. DEAN rises to go.

Brill's a no-show.

INT. FERRY TERMINAL - NIGHT

DEAN walks down the ramp. It's dark in the empty

terminal. Not the best place at this hour. Up ahead,

TWO MEN stand in the darkness, then kissing. Down

another hall, SOUNDS OF NEARING FOOTSTEPS. DEAN detours

into--

INT. MEN'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Empty. DEAN stands at a sink, water running. He glances

at the door. He splashes water on his face. Suddenly--

--DEAN's slammed forward, a silenced pistol is shoved

into his ear, pinning his face to the mirror.

DEAN:

Jesus! What?! You want money?!

MAN:

Shut the f*** up.

Hands frisk DEAN. Up and down the legs, behind the back

and chest. A wallet is removed, ID's looked at - then

returned. DEAN turns to see--

A MAN, early 50's. He sweeps a signal frequency locator

over DEAN's body. The needle reacts at DEAN's foot.

MAN:

(gesturing)

Your shoe.

DEAN:

My shoe?

MAN:

Gimme the shoe.

DEAN complies with the strange request as the MAN flips

out a knife.

DEAN:

Brill?

"BRILL"

Brill's dead. He died of small pox

when he was two and he was buried

in a Kansas field.

(prying away DEAN's heel)

My name doesn't matter.

CLOSE ON DEAN's HEEL - a hollow compartment reveals a

miniature tracking device. The MAN removes it, then

returns the shoe.

"BRILL" (CONT'D)

A tracker. Thousand yard range.

They're close.

The MAN reaches in a trash can, removes a potato-chip

bag, wraps it around the tracker and flushes it down

the toilet.

"BRILL" (CONT'D)

C'mon.

"BRILL" goes through the window. DEAN eyes the window,

not sure. He eyes the door. Same feeling.

EXT. LOADING DECK - MOMENT LATER

DEAN crawls through the window to a loading dock.

"BRILL" motions him to follow as he moves off into the

shadows.

The sounds of the window OPENING behind them, followed

by FOOTSTEPS. "BRILL" shoves Dean behind a dumpster and

removes his gun as two men run by. The STEPS FADE.

"BRILL" looks. They're gone.

EXT. FERRY TERMINAL - NIGHT

Establishing. A closed farmer's market by the terminal.

Several cars are parked. One's a cab. "BRILL" opens the

driver's door. DEAN grabs the front passenger door.

"BRILL"

No. In back like you're a customer.

INT. CAB - NIGHT

"BRILL" sits in the driver's seat, eyes flickering to

all views, as DEAN climbs in the back. "BRILL" flips on

the meter and guns into traffic.

"BRILL"

What happened?

DEAN:

It started with the information you

gave me on DePinto. After we talked,

he agreed to resign. Next, a phony

detective asked me about Daniel

Zavitz. Then an investigator

questioned me about an extortion

scheme they claimed Zavitz was

behind. The FBI started looking

into mob connections. A doctored

picture in the paper. Overnight,

I'm ruined. Wife. job, bank

accounts, everything gone.

"BRILL" eyes the mirror. A BLACK CHEVY appears several

car lengths behind.

"BRILL"

DePinto's dead.

DEAN:

Oh Jesus.

"BRILL"

They found him yesterday folded

neatly in a car trunk. What about

Zavitz?

"BRILL" starts to weave in and out of traffic. He looks

in the mirror - the Chevy's also weaving several cars

behind.

DEAN:

I don't know anything about Zavitz.

"BRILL"

You said he was behind an extortion

scheme.

DEAN:

They said he was behind an

extortion scheme.

"BRILL" whips the cab around a corner, accelerating.

"BRILL"

And you were the last one to talk

to him.

DEAN:

Yes.

"BRILL"

What'd he say to you?

DEAN:

Nothing.

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