Enemy of the State Page #14

"BRILL"

What'd he give to you?

DEAN:

Nothing.

"BRILL"

Don't bullshit me, I can save your

life.

DEAN:

I'm telling you, I--

The ride from hell gets worse as "BRILL" screeches

another turn. The car ahead stops and "BRILL" screeches

past on two wheels.

DEAN (CONT'D)

I just gave him my card.

"BRILL"

He didn't give you an address? He

didn't give you a phone number?

DEAN:

Nothing. Two nights later I was

robbed. I'm pretty sure they were pros.

"BRILL" takes an impossible left into another alley.

The Chevy follows. "BRILL"'s good. The guy in the

Chevy's better.

DEAN (CONT'D)

Um...who's that?

"BRILL"

Don't know. Did you check everywhere?

Maybe it was hidden in something.

Maybe there was someone else--

DEAN:

Someone else?

"BRILL"

Maybe you bumped into someone who

took it and you didn't even know.

The cab is rear-ended hard by the Chevy. Their necks

snap back from the force.

"BRILL" (CONT'D)

Sh*t!

WHAM! They're hit again. "BRILL" pulls out a communicator.

"BRILL" (CONT'D)

209 to anyone! I need some help here!

DEAN:

Who are you calling?!

WHACK! "BRILL" back-hands DEAN with his fist, knocking

him silly as WHAM!--the cab's rear-ended again.

"BRILL"

(trying again)

This is 209! Does anyone copy?!

Then "BRILL" sees that the alley empties into a busy

street, then a bakery shop.

He slams the brakes. Tires screech smoke but it's no

use. The powerful Chevy pushes the cab, bumper to

bumper, toward the street. "BRILL" grips the wheel.

It's all he can do as the cab rockets into cross

traffic and--

BLAM! They're broad-sided by a delivery truck. The cab

is shoved sideways along the street and into a fire-

hydrant, finally stopping under jetting water from the

broken main.

DEAN slowly opens his eyes. Water pours in everywhere.

"BRILL" is sticking halfway through a window, not

moving. Seeing "BRILL"'s pistol, DEAN grabs it and

crawls from the wreckage.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

DEAN climbs from the wreck as BYSTANDERS approach.

WOMAN:

Look out! He's got a gun!

They back away as DEAN gets to his feet and looks

around. Off to the side he sees the Chevy, waiting like

a coiled snake.

DEAN limps into the crowd. He rounds the corner to

ANOTHER STREET and now he's running with all he's got left.

INT. DEAN'S HOUSE/STUDY - NIGHT

STACY is at the desk looking at the latest edition of

the paper, which now has a photograph of DEAN and

RACHEL walking in the park from the day before.

The phone rings and STACY reaches for it...

STACY:

(into phone)

Hello?

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. HOTEL LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

DEAN stands at a pay phone--

DEAN:

(into phone)

Stacy, don't hang up.

STACY:

Do you know what I'm looking at Robert?

DEAN:

Stacy--

STACY:

I'm looking at a picture of you and

Rachel taken yesterday.

DEAN:

I know, but listen--

STACY:

Was that doctored-up, too?

DEAN:

No, I was with her yesterday. I

want you to take Eric and go to our

parents house. I want you to do it

right now.

STACY:

I went to the grocery store. My ATM

and credit cards didn't work. I

couldn't buy food.

DEAN:

I know.

STACY:

I went to the bank to see why. They

said you emptied our accounts--

DEAN:

It wasn't me.

STACY:

This is science-fiction Robert! The

manager showed me the transfer

notice with your signature on it.

DEAN:

Stacy, somebody's trying to kill me.

Now goddamit--

STACY:

My father's put me in touch with an

attorney. He'll be--

A hand suddenly clicks down the phone hook. DEAN turns

to see a MAN, late 50's, gruff and alert. It's the guy

driving the Chevy.

MAN:

Put the phone down. Do as I say.

DEAN does nothing, temporarily frozen. A pistol jabs

him hard.

DEAN:

Alright, alright--

DEAN replaces the phone. The man removes DEAN's gun.

Nearby, two PEOPLE chat at a restaurant hostess desk,

unaware.

MAN:

Move to the elevators.

DEAN does but is suddenly redirected through a roof-

access door.

INT. VAN - NIGHT

A TECHNICIAN sits in a van jammed with high-tech

surveillance gear. HICKS is next to him, a phone

pressed to his ear.

HICKS:

We just picked up his call.

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. OFFICE - NIGHT

REYNOLDS, dressed in a tux, presses his cellular to his

ear, while behind him MARSHAL and SHAFFER, also in

tuxedos, have a heated discussion.

REYNOLDS:

(into phone)

30 minutes ago you said we had him.

What in hell's goin' on out there?

HICKS:

(into phone)

He had help.

REYNOLDS:

(into phone)

Help from whom?

(he hears the answer)

Christ.

EXT. HIGH-RISE ROOFTOP - NIGHT

Eight stories up and deserted. The lit dome of the

Capitol building shines like a beacon in the D.C. skyline.

DEAN suddenly slams against a wall--

DEAN:

Hey!

MAN:

Forget me, forget what I did for

you. Don't ever mention my name or

try to contact me again. Get it?

DEAN:

I don't know you, I don't know your

name, I don't know what the hell

you did for me except hang up on my

wife and slam me into a wall, but

I'm getting pretty f***in' sick of

this! Get it?!

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