Entrapment Page #16

They move the ram into position. DONG.

MAC:

(continuing)

Nine--air!

Gin works the valve. BAM! The ram strikes against the marble.

DONG.

The decibel meter jumps, coming perilously close to a read

line drawn on it.

MAC:

(continuing)

Ten--More air!

In the Mask Room we see the slightest bit of dust rise from

one of the marble squares on the floor. DONG.

GIN:

It's too loud!

MAC (cont'd)

Eleven--More!

Gin turns the valve even more, her eye on the decibel meter.

Mac carefully shifts the ram striking point.

MAC:

(continuing)

And twelve.

DONG. Bam. The ram hits the last time.

In the Mask Room, one of the marble squares floats slightly

above the floor.

A GUARD walks through the Great Hall. He enters a card into a

check-in box, which beeps quietly. Then he continues his

rounds through the debris of the party.

Mac has his hands on the marble.

MAC:

(continuing)

Rollers.

She hands him black pipes which he places under the marble.

MAC:

(continuing)

Gently, very gently.

They lower the marble onto the rollers, then roll it away.

The basement is bathed in the dim light of the Mask room.

Mac carefully extends the 20 centimeter rod. They know they

can't go above that.

Mac positions the camera, which comes oh so close to the top

of the rod. He opens a palm top computer with a mouse that

lets him control the camera, tests it, surveys the room on

his screen.

He positions the tripod with its laser magic arms, carefully

sets it. She mounts the first light. They are head to head,

extremely close, in the narrow opening.

GIN:

Contact.

She turns on the laser. On Mac's screen we see a red beam

stream out directly into the PIR sensor.

The guard has made his way closer to the Mask room. He

inserts his card into the next checkpoint.

In the Great Hall, the hands of the clock move to 12:02.

Mac positions the next tripod through the small opening.

On Mac's palm top monitor we now see a maze of red lights

exactly like the yarn on his floor.

Mac turns to Gin. It either works now or it doesn't. They

share a long look, then she crawls up through the narrow

opening, into the room. He looks at his watch.

MAC:

Less than four minutes now.

For a moment she lies on the floor, still, the Mask looming

over her on the other side of the room. We hear her

breathing.

As he talks her through, MOS, she begins the delicate tai chi

around the beams which only Mac can see. If she breaks one,

she sets off the alarm.

We are on her face, then his. The concentration is intense.

He is dancing through the beams using her body. It is as

intimate, if not more so, as their dance.

The Guard checks in at another checkpoint. The clock says

12:
04.

Finally she makes it to the Mask, pulls out a tiny palm top,

scans a series of numbers, then enters them into the keypad.

Very slowly the canopy above the Mask begins to rise.

GIN:

(continuing)

Thank you God.

MAC:

Watch the pressure switch.

She has a knife in one hand, ready to slide it carefully

under the Mask. But her hand begins to shake. Pulls back.

Tries again. Damn! Worse!

Mac doesn't bully her now. He talks softly and confidently,

mentor to protege, professional to professional.

MAC:

We all get the shakes. Deep breath now.

In through the nose. Out through the

mouth.

She tries, but her hand still shakes.

The Guard enters the room before the corridor leading to the

Mask Room.

The Great Hall Clock says 12:05.

Mac glances at his watch.

MAC:

(continuing)

Okay, think of a beach, palm trees

swaying in the wind, the gentle sound of

the surf. Think of nothing.

She closes her eyes, tries to imagine.

MAC:

(continuing)

Or a great big rat, about to take a bite

out of your ass.

She opens her eyes, grinning and determined. She sticks her

hand with the knife toward the base of the Mask again. It

shakes, but she steadies it, slips it under the Mask! Ahhh.

MAC:

(continuing)

Good girl. No hurry, but the guard's

coming down the corridor.

The Guard turns into the corridor leading to the glass doors.

Gin carefully lifts the Mask, holding the knife under it.

The Guard approaches the Mask Room. We see the double doors,

but not the Mask case. He stops and takes a sip of champagne

from a half-empty glass.

Gin slowly slides the Mask over to the edge of its pedestal

and into her bag while holding the knife down.

GIN:

Preparing pressure switch neutralization

device.

The we have a wonderful low-tech moment. She takes the BUBBLE

GUM out of her mouth, sticks it on the Mask mount, then lifts

her hand away. Success.

MAC:

Just speed it up a bit.

The big clock says 12:07.

The Guard idly glances into the Mask Room. He does a double

take. What the bloody hell?!

There's a mask there, but it's Gin's party mask. The real

Mask is gone.

EXT. PALACE LAKE - NIGHT

Splash! Mac bursts through the surface of the lake! He climbs

into the Zodiac, slips off his mask. Splash! Woof! Gin comes

up, gasping, thrilled.

GIN:

Oh God! Oh God!

MAC:

Give me the Mask.

She undoes it from around her neck, lifts it up to him. She

reaches up her hand, expecting him to help her in. He

doesn't. He stares at her, dark, baleful.

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