Entrapment Page #6

And he's gone.

EXT. BOROUGH MARKET - DAY

Mac's Jaguar drives up to the market. Gin is incredulous.

GIN:

How about I get your laundry too?

MAC:

If I can't trust you to pick up a simple

vase, how can I trust you with the most

valuable piece of Chinese art in the

world?

It's a challenge. It only takes her a moment to decide.

GIN:

Fine. I'll do it.

MAC:

Go into that warehouse right there. Ask

for Haas. It's 200,000 pounds. You can

pay with this.

He hands her a credit card. Gin takes it, gets out of the

car. He hands her a cellular phone.

MAC:

(continuing)

I'll be right here. Just hit 1 if you

need me.

EXT. BOROUGH MARKET - DAY

Gin passes through the crowds of vendors and customers and

enters the warehouse. By the door are parked a Jeep Cherokee

and a large Triumph motorcycle.

INT. HAAS WAREHOUSE - DAY

Filled with architectural scavenging. A large sinister MAN

(QUINN) moves a mantel away from the entrance.

GIN:

Mr. Haas?

Quinn looks blank, a little menacing.

GIN:

(continuing)

Are you Mr. Haas?

QUINN:

Up the stairs.

Quinn stares at her as she goes.

EXT. BOROUGH MARKET/INT. HAAS OFFICE - INTERCUT

Approaching Mac's car is A MAN passing out leaflets and

wearing a sandwich board reading "Repent, the Millennium is

at Hand". And then, "13 Days until the End of the World". The

13 is scrawled on a sheet of paper tacked to the sign.

In HAAS' office. A few MOUSE TRAPS on the floor, some antique

letter openers and knives on the desk. In contrast to Quinn,

HAAS is small and feral.

HAAS:

Who the hell are you?

GIN:

Mac sent me.

HAAS:

I only deal with Mac. Where's Mac?

GIN:

I believe you have a Qing vase for me.

Two hundred thousand pounds.

HAAS:

Where's the money?

GIN:

Where's the vase?

He pulls out the vase from beneath the desk, hands it to her.

GIN:

Okay, show me the real one.

HAAS:

This is as real as it gets, lady.

The phone rings.

MAC:

Have you made the transaction?

Gin turns away from Haas.

GIN:

It's a cheap Victorian knockoff.

MAC:

Look inside.

She puts her hand in the case, pulls out a film canister.

MAC (cont'd)

That's what we're buying. Now

give him the card.

GIN:

But--

MAC:

Can you follow simple directions?

GIN:

(to Haas)

We'll take it.

Fumbling with one hand and just a little pissed, she pulls

the card out of her purse. Haas stares at the card as if it's

roadkill.

HAAS:

What's that?

GIN:

A credit card.

HAAS:

I know it's a credit card. What do you

think this is, f***ing Harrod's?

GIN:

No. I've never seen rats at Harrod's.

The tension makes her smile. And that infuriates Haas. he

rips an antique knife out of its scabbard.

HAAS:

Ever see one of these? It's a Gurkha

knife. You're not meant to put it back

without drawing blood.

We're back on Mac, who's still on his cell phone.

MAC:

Is there a problem?

Haas has stuck his knife under Gin's chin. She can barely

talk.

GIN:

He says he won't take a credit card.

He sticks it even more, forcing her up on her tiptoes. The

hand holding the phone drops to her side.

MAC:

Tell him it was just a joke. I'll bring

up the money.

But the phone is at Gin's side. She can't hear him.

The Millennium Man walks up to Mac's car, spewing fire and

brimstone. Mac rolls the window up, sets down the phone,

turns to the back seat to get a briefcase.

GIN:

My bag. The money's in my bag.

HAAS:

I'll get it.

Mac has the case with the money in it in his hand. Talks

again into the phone.

MAC:

Tell him I'm on my way.

But no one hears. Holding the knife under her chin, Haas

looks down into the bag.

HAAS:

(mocks her)

"No rats at Harrod's."

(dead serious)

I may bloody stick you anyway. That'd be

a laugher, eh?

He means it. As he looks through her bag she swings the vase

and SMASHES it against the side of his hand!

Over the phone, Mac hears the crash! Snaps to, alert!

MAC:

Gin? Gin!

But his voice comes out of a phone lying on the floor next to

Haas's inert body.

INT. HAAS WAREHOUSE - DAY - MOMENTS LATER

Carrying her bag and grasping the film case in her hand, Gin

runs down the back stairs!

Quinn charges at her, blocking the way out the front, where

Mac is. She heads into a narrow concrete passage! Quinn is

right behind her, implacable, scary, a half smile on his face

like he is enjoying this.

She runs up some concrete steps, hits a padlocked gate,

covered over the top with a mesh screen. She shakes it like a

caged animal. And here comes Quinn, honing in on her! She

scrambles up, kicks upward at the wire cage above the gate,

knocks it off!

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