Entrapment Page #4

MAC:

He's late. And I have a few things to do

this afternoon, or did it slip your mind?

ROMY:

She's--

Romy scans the room, then sees who she's looking for.

ROMY (cont'd)

--just arrived.

Gin appears at their table.

ROMY:

This is--

Gin holds out her hand to Mac.

GIN:

Virginia Baker. Nice to meet you

officially.

MAC:

(to Romy)

You're joking, surely.

ROMY:

Not at all. I told you, she's one of us.

Romy gives Gin the once-over as only another woman can.

ROMY (cont'd)

I'm sure you two will find each other

fascinating. Now if you will excuse me.

(to Mac)

A la prochaine, Cherie.

She says it with an intimation of intimacy, then leaves. Mac

glances at his watch, looks for the waiter.

GIN:

I don't want to waste your time.

MAC:

Then don't. Bill, please, Richard.

WAITER:

Right away Mr. MacDougal.

Gin's chance is slipping away.

GIN:

We share an interest in Chinese art--the

kind you don't buy at auctions.

He looks her over, makes a quick decision.

MAC:

You have a car?

GIN:

Uh, yes?

He signs the bill.

MAC:

Meet me in front. Four minutes.

He gets up and without a word, leaves.

EXT. HOTEL - DAY

Lines of Rolls Royces and Mercedes. The parking attendant

pulls up next to Gin in a small Ford. Mac emerges in full

stride, heads for the driver's side.

MAC:

Nice car.

Gin's a little embarrassed.

GIN:

It's a rental.

MAC:

Get in.

A little flustered, Gin slips into the passenger seat.

GIN:

You're not authorized to drive it.

Mac puts the car in gear.

MAC:

Live dangerously.

Mac drives away.

INT. CAR - STREETS OF LONDON - DAY

Mac driving in silence. Gin stealing glances at him.

GIN:

Are you going to tell me where we're

going?

Suddenly and smoothly, he reaches down and grabs her bag.

GIN:

(continuing)

Hey!

One eye on the road, he begins to rummage. We approach a

large MODERN BUILDING with a CHRISTMAS TREE in front. A

police kiosk guards the entrance.

MAC:

Just want to see who I'm with. Can't be

too careful...

She snatches the bag away from him, he grabs it back, the car

swerves and crashes violently into the Christmas tree! The

tree falls across the street.

MAC:

Oh, dear.

EXT. KOMITSU BUILDING - DAYY

Mac and Gin get out of the car. She goes to inspect the

damage and we go with her. She stares at the dented car, then

looks up to see Mac walking away toward the building.

GIN:

Hey!

Bystanders gather around. So does the cop from the kiosk.

COP:

Is this your car, Miss?

GIN:

Yes, dammit, but I wasn't driving--

(yelling at Mac)

Come back!

A crowd has begun to gather around the fallen Christmas tree.

Traffic backs up. Horns sound. In the b.g. Mac strides toward

the modern building. We hear a police siren, coming towards

us.

EXT. KOMITSU BUILDING - DAY

As Mac enters the building, he clips on a the high-tech i.d.

badge Romy gave him. Slips on the horn-rimmed glasses. Does

look a little like Clark Kent.

INT. KOMITSU BUILDING - DAY

Mac approaches a security desk where a GUARD sits next to a

large TV screen. On the walls are blowups of computer chips

and large photographs of the production process.

Mac slips his i.d. card into the reader. We see his

photograph. CLEARED. The Guard glances at Mac, then at the

screen, then at the hubbub outside around the fallen tree.

MAC:

Looks like they took down our Christmas

tree a little early this year.

The Guard pushes a buzzer. Mac goes inside.

EXT. KOMITSU BUILDING - DAY - TEN MINUTES LATER

A wrecker winches the Christmas tree out of the road. A

policewoman has just asked an exasperated Gin to count

backwards by twos.

GIN:

--eight, six, four, two--

Her cell phone rings.

GIN:

Hello?

POLICEMAN:

Can you touch your nose?

GIN:

Of course I can touch my nose!

CRUZ (O.S.)

I never thought you couldn't.

EXT. KOMITSU/INT. WEBBER INSURANCE - INTERCUT

Cruz is in his office, a big photograph of Mac on the wall

behind him.

CRUZ:

So how's it going?

Gin sticks her finger toward her nose, fumbles a little with

the phone. This does not impress the policewoman.

CRUZ:

Gin?

GIN:

Great! Terrific!

To Gin's dismay, the policewoman pulls out a Breathalyzer.

Covering the mouthpiece, Gin protests to the policewoman.

GIN:

But I wasn't driving.

POLICEWOMAN:

You'll have to breathe into this, Miss.

GIN:

(to Cruz)

Excuse me, one second.

She breathes into the tube. Suddenly we hear ALARMS from

inside the Komitsu building! AHOOGAH! AHOOGAH! The police

leave Gin and rush toward the building.

CRUZ:

Did I remind you to keep a low profile?

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