Enemy of the State Page #9

INT. BUILDING CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS

LEVIN approaches the men's room. A MAINTENANCE MAN

cleans up broken glass and water by the door. A sign

reads:
CLOSED FOR MAINTENANCE. Levin turns and leaves.

MAINTENANCE MAN:

(into concealed sleeve mic)

402 to 401. Doorstep's clear.

INT. MEN'S ROOM - CONTINUOUS

Two more MAINTENANCE MEN kneel in a stall adjusting a

portable monitor and oscillator. They aim a directional

antenna using slow, sweeping motions.

CLOSE ON THE MONITOR displaying the intercepted signal.

It's Dean's computer screen with text being typed in.

The words are hard to read due to horizontal drift.

After adjusting the antenna, the signal smooths.

We PUSH CLOSER. The signal shows the current display of

Dean's computer screen. We see Dean's O.S. command pull

up his E-Mail. A prompt asks for a password.

XXXXXXX appears.

A switch is flipped. XXXXXXX becomes PUCCINI. Dean's

"secure" file opens. Entries appear.

MAN #1

402, this is 401. Password's "Puccini."

EXT. COURTHOUSE - DAY

Establishing. A large, busy place. LAWYERS and AIDES

bustle in and out of this structure.

INT. COURTROOM - DAY

A busy morning as ATTORNEYS wait their turn to present

motions before the JUDGE.

DEAN is seated next to LEVIN, making notes.

LEVIN:

(whispering)

Dick Burns got a phone call this

morning from someone wanting

information on you.

DEAN:

The police?

LEVIN:

No. He said they were doing a

credit check. Are you refinancing a

loan?

DEAN:

You remember Daniel Zavitz?

LEVIN:

Yeah.

DEAN:

He got hit by a bus.

LEVIN:

What does that have to do with you?

DEAN:

I honestly don't know.

ANOTHER ATTORNEY sits several rows back, watching the

proceedings, briefcase in his lap.

CLOSE-UP on the ATTORNEY's EAR with a mini-receiver.

From it drift snippets of the DEAN/LEVIN conversation.

LEVIN (O.S.)

Was Zavitz in trouble?

DEAN (O.S.)

I don't know.

A pulled back leather flap on the ATTORNEY's briefcase

reveals the tip of a concealed microphone.

LEVIN (O.S.)

You think there was a connection to--

DEAN (O.S.)

Jesus! I just told you. I don't know.

EXT. COURTHOUSE GARAGE - DAY

DEAN waits for the garage attendant to bring down his car.

PRATT (O.S.)

Mr. Dean?

DEAN turns. TWO MEN, PRATT and BINGHAM approach him.

DEAN:

Yeah?

PRATT:

(pulling out a card)

We'd like to ask you some questions

about Daniel Zavitz.

DEAN:

Who are you people?

PRATT:

(handing DEAN the card)

I'm an investigator with Pro-Tech

Security.

DEAN:

I went through this with an

investigator this morning. If I

could--

PRATT:

Mr. Zavitz was involved in an

extortion scheme. We believe he

passed you sensitive materials,

possibly with your knowledge, and

we need to--

DEAN:

He didn't.

PRATT:

We believe he did.

DEAN:

You're wrong.

PRATT:

We have good reason to believe that

he passed you--

DEAN:

If he passed me materials, I'd have

them. I don't.

PRATT:

We'd like to recover any materials

Mr. Zavitz may have given you--

DEAN:

He didn't give me--

PRATT:

--otherwise we may have to--

DEAN:

Otherwise you may have to what?

PRATT:

We'd rather not--

DEAN:

F*** you. You may have to what?

BINGHAM:

(beat)

We may have to explore additional

avenues.

INT. TECH ROOM - NIGHT

We HEAR a recording of the conversation between DEAN,

PRATT and BINGHAM while we're CLOSE on an INK NEEDLE

measuring Dean's voice stress levels.

DEAN (V.O.)

He didn't give me--

PRATT (V.O.)

--otherwise we may have to--

DEAN (V.O.)

Otherwise you may have to what?

PRATT (V.O.)

We'd rather not--

DEAN (V.O.)

F*** you. You may have to--

HICKS turns off the recorder. Standing with him is

REYNOLDS, the Dean file and voice stress graph laid out

before him.

HICKS:

He's arrogant and threatening.

Voice stress points suggest he's

worrying.

REYNOLDS:

Hiding something?

HICKS:

It was in his bag. Now it's not.

REYNOLDS:

Destroy his credibility before he

goes public. Neutralize him. I

don't want anyone listening to a

word he has to say. Tell me about

Rachel Banks.

EXT. EXMOOR COUNTRY CLUB - EVENING

Establishing. A massive clubhouse surrounded by

expensive cars and tended grounds. We HEAR strains of

Gershwin's "They Can't Take that Away from Me" from inside.

INT. COCKTAIL LOUNGE - CONTINUOUS

GUESTS mill about. DEAN and STACY are standing by the

reception table where name tags and seating assignments

are laid out. DEAN picks up a card that reads: MR. AND

MRS. ROBERT DEAN - TABLE 122.

JERRY steps over and puts his hand on DEAN's shoulder--

JERRY:

Can I talk to you a second?

DEAN:

Table 122?

JERRY:

That's what I want to talk to you

about?

DEAN:

I wrote a check for a thousand

dollars. You guys didn't have a

table that was in the kitchen?

JERRY gently pulls DEAN to a quiet corner...

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