Enemy of the State Page #16

DEAN heaves a coffee table up on the desk.

JONES (O.S.)

It's quite hopeless what you're

doing, Mr. Dean.

DEAN:

I swear to God I'll shoot.

JONES (O.S.)

(chuckling)

I think you might be over-reacting

there, Mr. Dean. We just want to talk.

DEAN:

Go ahead. I hear you fine.

The door pushes in--

DEAN (CONT'D)

I said I'll shoot!

The door keeps pushing.

DEAN FIRES high.

The pushing stops.

Then DEAN hears the distant sound of SIRENS approaching.

DEAN rips off his sweater, takes out a lighter, and

sets the sweater on fire.

He throws it into a garbage can and tosses styrofoam

cups in on top of it.

The pushing starts again, but before DEAN can fire, a

small cylindrical device drops into the room.

A STUN GRENADE.

DEAN ducks as a BLINDING FLASH rocks the room.

The window is blown open. Smoke billows out. DEAN,

temporarily blinded and deaf, struggles to a ledge as

fire engines arrive.

INT. VAN - CONTINUOUS

Fire trucks, police cars and an ambulance arrive

beneath DEAN as HICKS watches from his van.

HICKS:

I don't f***in' believe this!

(into radio-mic)

301 to all units. Everyone out! Now!

We'll take him at the hospital.

INT. AMBULANCE - NIGHT

DEAN sits in back with a PARA-MEDIC, covered in soot,

breathing hard through an oxygen mask as the ambulance

WAILS and weaves through traffic. He looks through the

rear window to see--

TWO CARS FOLLOWING, keeping pace. Off to the side, RFK

Stadium is emptying, a Redskins game is over.

DEAN rips off the oxygen mask--

DEAN:

Tell him to stop the ambulance.

PARAMEDIC:

Whoa there, fella. Just take it easy.

DEAN:

Tell him to stop the ambulance.

PARAMEDIC:

Now you're a little shaken up, but

we're gonna get you on your feet in--

DEAN whips out his pistol and shoves it in the

PARAMEDIC's face--

PARAMEDIC (CONT'D)

(to the driver)

--stop the ambulance.

DEAN:

Thank you.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

The ambulance pulls over and the back doors fly open.

DEAN leaps out into the crowd.

The OTHER CARS pull over and PRATT and JONES exit. They

scan the area and see DEAN descending a stairwell

marked:
METRO.

INT. METRO STATION PLATFORM - NIGHT

DEAN stands at the end of the crowded platform. PRATT

and JONES work through the CROWD as the train pulls in.

DEAN slides on board. The departure HORN sounds. JONES

and PRATT step on.

INT. METRO - NIGHT

DEAN huddles in the back car, panic-breathing, as PRATT

and JONES move through the cars searching for faces.

DEAN looks for an out. He sees an emergency stop handle.

He YANKS it forward. PASSENGERS yell. The brakes lock

and SCREECH. The train slows. Then stops.

DEAN opens the door.

And jumps. He looks around. Just black curved track in

either direction. He starts running.

Then he hears it.

The horrible SCREECHING of an approaching train.

Trapped.

On one side, the train he left. On the other, a wall.

He runs down the track with all that's left.

PRATT and JONES reach the open door and see the

oncoming train bearing down on DEAN. They duck in as

the train SWISHES by.

DEAN lays flat between the tracks, his face kissing

greasy ground as the train screeches over him.

Tons of angry steel are teasing his shirt fabric.

Then it's over. The train's gone. DEAN's alive.

He gets up to see PRATT and JONES leap to the tracks.

DEAN:

(under his breath)

I hate these guys.

Then he sees an "EMERGENCY ACCESS" sign beaming in the

darkness. A God-send. DEAN runs for it.

EXT. METRO EMERGENCY ACCESS EXIT - NIGHT

PRATT and JONES fly out the door and into a park.

It's empty. Quiet.

No Dean anywhere.

REYNOLDS (V.O.)

I'm confused about something. Maybe

you can help me out.

EXT. TERRACE - CONTINUOUS

The Lincoln Memorial is seen in the distance. REYNOLDS

has broken off PARTY GUESTS and paces in his tux, an

encrypted cellular phone pressed to his ear.

REYNOLDS (CONT'D)

I sit on top of the greatest

intelligence gathering organization

in human history. Why can't I bring

in a man whose name is in the

f***ing phonebook?!

HICKS:

He's clever. He had help.

REYNOLDS:

He's clever? He had help?

(beat)

Oh.

HICKS:

Sir--

REYNOLDS:

No, no, I'm sorry. I didn't realize

you were hoping to be transferred

to a weathership outside Greenland.

HICKS:

I just meant--

REYNOLDS:

I don't care if he's Solomon with

Saint Joseph sitting in his lap. I

want the tape and I want him. Now is--

A WAITER with a tray steps out onto the terrace...

REYNOLDS (CONT'D)

(to the WAITER)

Yes?

WAITER:

Puffed cheese?

REYNOLDS:

No thank you.

WAITER:

I also have tiny pizzas and

mushrooms stuffed with--

REYNOLDS:

Do I look like I want a tiny pizza?

WAITER:

No.

REYNOLDS:

Then let's assume I don't.

WAITER:

Yes sir.

The WAITER goes back inside.

REYNOLDS:

(into phone)

Now is that clear?

WAITER:

Yes sir.

REYNOLDS disconnects, breathes deeply, and goes back to

the party.

EXT. RACHEL'S CONDO BUILDING - NIGHT

DEAN watches from the shadows. It seems quiet. He's

about to move for the entrance when he sees--

A cigarette lighter flame-up inside a parked car. TWO

MEN sit inside, watching. DEAN retreats into the shadows.

EXT. RACHEL'S CONDO - BACK ENTRANCE - NIGHT

Quiet. DEAN listens through the door and hears nothing.

He KNOCKS softly.

No reply.

He tries the doorknob. It opens.

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