Entrapment Page #15

And then we see Thibadeaux watching them, watching intently,

gauging just how close these two seem to have become. And he

doesn't like it.

The other dancers disappear into a swirl of color and

movement. We only see them now, and it's hot and beautiful.

They see only each other. Suddenly the clock strikes 10. The

little figures swing out and begin pounding the chimes. Dong.

Dong. Dong. The reminder of time, of their job, makes her

stumble.

MAC:

(continuing)

About to turn into a pumpkin, princess?

As the chimes continue, they stare at each other, the spell

not quite broken. Neither expected this surge of feeling.

Neither knows what to say. Mac offers her his arm.

MAC:

(continuing)

It would be rude to leave without paying

a visit to the guest of honor.

Meaning--the Mask. She nods and takes his arm.

INT. PALACE - MOMENTS LATER

We are strolling down a long hall with other couples going to

see the Mask. The Gallery is just ahead, around that corner

there's a security guard's clock and there's...oh no!

Greeting them is a pair of GLASS DOORS.

GIN:

Where are the damn steel doors?

MAC:

Replaced obviously. Armored smart glass

at a guess.

In front of them, on a special pedestal, covered with a dome

of clear glass, is the MASK. The first time we have seen it

for real. It is right there, so close. But Glass Doors!

Panicked, Gin hisses at Mac under her breath.

GIN:

We can't do this in a fishbowl!

(beat)

It's off!

MAC:

It's on. Something always goes wrong. At

least we know going in what it is.

As he talks, he kneels down to check his show, quickly

peeling off a tiny silver disc with tape backing and leaving

it in the center of a square of marble.

MAC:

Besides, you're good. You told me.

(beat)

Now smile.

And she does as they walk out through the very clear glass

doors, the Mask gleaming in its case behind them.

EXT. PALACE LAKE - NIGHT

CRANE DOWN from bridge as a car exits the now-quiet Palace

and crosses to reveal a SMALL BLACK ZODIAC in which we find

Mac and Gin, dressed in dark silver mylar thermal suits,

diving bags carrying all their gear. They both have lights

mounted on head bands.

MAC:

Ready?

GIN:

(beat)

Ready.

Mac pulls on his face mask, slides backwards into the black

water. Gin follows behind him.

EXT. PALACE LAKE - UNDER WATER

Mac swims through the murky water. Once he gets under the

bridge he switches on his head lamp. Up ahead, in the dim

light, we see a window covered with rusted bars.

Mac pulls out his slice pack, turns on the valve, and begins

to burn the bars.

EXT. LAKE - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER

They swim through the now-cut gate, toward us, shining their

light through the dark dirty water. They enter a narrow tube,

their feet disappear and then the light dims into blackness.

INT. TUNNEL - NIGHT

They emerge from the water. Gin leads as they belly crawl up

a dank tunnel that narrows as they go. This is creepy,

scary hard. We hear their breathing. Gin's headlight picks

out a reddish glint. Holy sh*t. A rat.

She's overcome with claustrophobic panic! Her mouth goes dry

at cotton. Her breath comes in gasps. She can't move. She can

barely get the words out.

GIN:

(continuing)

There's a rat.

MAC:

There's a bigger bloody rat behind you!

Get your ass in gear!

She takes a breath, begins to crawl again.

INT. PALACE - TUNNEL - NIGHT

They reach a rusted steel door. Mac pushes it in. An old

shelving unit on the other side falls to the floor.

INT. CASTLE BASEMENT - MOMENTS LATER

They make their way through the maze of a class foundation--

hand-laid brick piers supporting thick cut beams, over which

has been laid a wood sub-floor.

INT. GREAT HALL - NIGHT

The party-goers are leaving. The clock hands jerk closer to

midnight. It's 11:58.

INT. CASTLE BASEMENT/INT. PALACE/INT. MASK ROOM - INTERCUT

They reach a chamber where all the piers and beams are

reinforced steel, the floor solid concrete. We are beneath

the Imperial Gallery.

They move urgently now. Mac takes out a receiver, homes in on

the signal from the mini-transmitter he taped to the floor.

He measures out a certain distance one way as she measures

the other. He carefully marks the square on the concrete,

eighteen inches on a side. As they work Gin pops some bubble

gum into her mouth.

MAC:

Less than a minute.

Gin hands Mac the blade det cord. Mac quickly squeezes it

onto the concrete. Gin sets up the decibel meter.

GIN:

(continuing)

Five, four, three, two, one...

DONG! goes the big clock chime and BOOM! in perfect synch

goes the first explosion.

MAC:

And two--

DONG! Boom. We now see what they've been practicing.

MAC:

(continuing)

And three--

DONG. Boom.

MAC:

(continuing)

And four--

DONG. Boom.

MAC:

(continuing)

And five--Inflate!

DONG. As they jump back, Gin pops the valve on the mylar air

bag. They stick levers into two of the holes. DONG.

MAC:

(continuing)

And six--

They pry the two sides. DONG.

MAC:

(continuing)

And seven--

CRACK the concrete square falls onto the inflated air bag,

revealing the marble square of the floor. DONG.

MAC:

(continuing)

And deflate!--Eight--

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