Entrapment Page #5
GIN:
I am.
CRUZ:
Good. Romy said she made the intro.
What's Mac like?
GIN:
Putty in my hands.
ALARMS screech! In the b.g. a panicky crowd of employees flee
the building! We hear screaming, yelling.
CRUZ:
I'm filled with confidence. Remember,
this guy has more moves than a black cat
in a graveyard. Don't roll your hole card
till you see what he's holding.
In the b.g. Gin sees Mac exit as the police battle past him
to get inside.
GIN:
Whatever that means, believe me, I won't.
She clicks off the phone. As a frazzled Gin stares at the
crowd, she sees Mac get into a cab and drive away.
Gin enters her dingy, corporate rate room, a complete
contract to the exuberant girl we saw arrive on the Thames.
It's been a bad day.
She stops, surprised. Looks around the room. No luggage.
Nothing. Checks the number on her key.
GIN:
Sh*t.
INT. HOTEL - MAC'S ROOM - NIGHT
Wearing reading glasses, Mac sits quietly reading an art
book. There's a loud pounding on his door. Carrying his art
book, Mac comes to the door, opens it for Gin.
GIN:
You wrecked my car! You left me there!
MAC:
You seemed to be handling things quite
nicely.
GIN:
Nicely? They gave me a Breathalyzer!
MAC:
You passed, surely?
GIN:
Of course I passed. And then I get back
and my luggage's been stolen!
MAC:
(genuinely concerned)
You're joking. Really?
GIN:
Yes. No. I mean, no I'm not joking.
MAC:
That's terrible. Come in, come in.
She enters, paces, still upset.
MAC:
It's amazing what's getting stolen these
days. Your bags. That Rembrandt.
GIN:
Excuse me?
MAC:
Only the most valuable painting stolen in
years. If you don't keep up on the trade
gossip, you miss all the jokes.
He pours some whiskey.
MAC (cont'd)
Speaking of art, wasn't there something
you wanted to discuss with me?
GIN:
Well, yes--
MAC:
Have a drink. Do you good.
She takes a sip. Ahh. Still flustered, she reaches into her
bag, trying to make the transition to business.
MAC:
(continuing)
Surely you don't want to go back to that
room, do you? After all this?
There's a pirate's smile on his face. Gin thinks she gets it.
Okay, here it comes. The usual pass. She puts her folder back
into the bag.
GIN:
Not really--
He looks into her eyes. She is quite beautiful.
MAC:
If it would make you feel any better, you
can sleep here if you like.
GIN:
Very direct, aren't we?
MAC:
Just trying to be helpful. In a way I got
you into all this.
GIN:
I don't mind at all. Being into this.
She means him. She smiles, very close now.
MAC:
May I say something, quite personal?
GIN:
Please.
She's turning on all the charm now.
MAC:
You've got lipstick on your teeth.
Nightmare! Embarrassed, Gin closes her mouth, runs her tongue
over her teeth. Mac heads for the bedroom door, not entirely
hiding that pirate smile.
MAC:
(continuing)
I'll just slip into something a little
more comfortable.
He shuts the door. She checks herself in the mirror.
Suddenly the bedroom door bursts open! Out comes Mac, his
jacket on.
MAC:
(continuing)
Don't worry about the bill. It's all
taken care of.
GIN:
You can't leave.
MAC:
Of course I can. I have a note from
mother.
Desperate, she pulls a photo out of her bag.
GIN:
Mac!
He's already opened the door, but he turns.
GIN:
(continuing)
Recognize this?
MAC:
Of course. The Mask of the Emperor's
Consort.
GIN:
Currently at the Imperial Gallery in
Blenheim Palace, on its first and only
visit outside China.
MAC:
Jade, rubies, gold and carved rhinoceros
horn. Very politically incorrect.
GIN:
Very priceless.
MAC:
And very well guarded.
GIN:
By its own random access security code.
Changed daily.
(beat)
To which I have the key.
MAC:
Good for you. Then why do you need me?
GIN:
Because you can get in. And out. Because
you're the best.
Mac thinks for a moment. Makes another quick decision.
MAC:
Meet me in front of the hotel, tomorrow
morning, nine a.m.
(beat)
And buy yourself some clothes.
GIN:
Hey, how do I know you'll be there?
MAC:
My dear girl, if I tell you I'll be
there, I'll be there. I'm never late. If
I'm late, I'm dead.
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