Entrapment Page #7

Just as Quinn reaches the gate, she lurches over, falls down

on top of a parked car. Thump! Jumps onto the top of another

car. Thud! Then runs toward the market!

EXT. BOROUGH MARKET - DAY

Gin runs down one row of stalls and up another. It's a maze.

Quinn is right behind her. She scrambles over a huge mound of

onions, leaps down into another stall.

But Quinn keeps coming. She runs down an alley. Turns a

corner. Dead end! Quinn is right behind her!

She scrambles up a fence, but he kicks the supporting post

out, and the fence collapses!

She struggles to her feet, runs over the fallen fence. Quinn

throws it out of the way and keeps after her.

She's in a maze of pillars now, dodging from one to another.

Out of breath, she pauses behind a pillar. No Quinn. Trains

rattle overhead. Traffic speeds by on the other side of an

impassable partition.

Getting her breath, she darts out again, but Quinn is right

there! He grabs her roughly, steers her into an empty stall.

Quinn pulls out a scary looking knife. This can't be

happening. Not in the middle of a public market. But it is.

No one is paying any attention. Quinn readies the knife.

QUINN (cont'd)

Take a good look. I'm the last face

you'll ever see.

His evil grin. Gin looks over his shoulder.

QUINN (cont'd)

Nice try, Love.

But he turns and BAM! Mac has driven up in the car, holds out

his fist, smashes Quinn in the kidneys!

Quinn goes down!

Gin jumps into the car. Quinn struggles to his feet. Still

without getting out of the car, Mac jams his elbow into

Quinn's stomach!

Mac pulls away, but he can barely drive faster than a walk.

It's claustrophobic and scary. All these people are in the

way!

And here comes Quinn, through the crowd, implacable fury on

his face. He leaps forward and stabs at the canvas roof with

his knife. RIP! The blade slices through the roof! Right by

Gin's head! Gin screams! Mac swerves the Jag!

MAC:

What the hell did you do?

GIN:

Me? Me!?

Quinn cuts around behind the stalls. Speeding up, Mac drives

right down the fish aisle.

Suddenly Quinn appears right in front of them, wielding a

pipe from some scaffolding. Crash! He smashes the tail light!

CRASH! He smashes the side window! They're trapped in the

damn car!

Mac spots an opening in the crowd, steps on the accelerator

and pulls away from Quinn.

MAC:

Did you at least get the film?

She displays a small canister in her hand.

GIN:

What is it, your beach vacation?

MAC:

The complete plans to Blenheim Palace--

security system, everything.

The Jag bounces over the pavers in front of Haas's warehouse,

back where they started.

GIN:

You're doing the job?

MAC:

Congratulations, partner.

GIN:

Then why couldn't you have just given me

the damn cash?!

MAC:

Wanted to see how you handled a bit of

pressure.

GIN:

It was a f***ing test!? You bastard!

At that moment Haas emerges from the warehouse, blood on his

face, pistol in hand.

BANG! He fires at the car. Gin screams. People in the market

hurl themselves to the ground, all except the Millennium Man.

Mac throws the Jag into reverse and swerves into a tight

turn. Screech! The car narrowly misses the Millennium Man,

whose leaflets go flying.

Mac guns into the carpark. Haas jumps into the Grand

Cherokee. Quinn lowers the barriers. Mac's trapped!

Mac swerves through the carpark, a maze of pillars

crisscrossed by overpasses. Haas races behind him in the

Cherokee. And then so does Quinn, on the motorbike!

The Grand Cherokee and the motorcycle are right behind them!

Mac is corralled! Hemmed in!

He races into a warehouse. Ahead we see the STEEL DOORS

coming down. Mac guns the Jaguar toward the doorway.

MAC:

You might put your head down.

Mac races for the narrowing opening!

GIN:

Noooo!

Mac tears under the closing steel door! It RIPS the top off

the Jaguar! Gin raises her head, the wind now in her face.

MAC:

That's coming out of your share.

Quinn slides the bike on its side, squeezes under the closing

gate and stays on their tail.

MAC:

(continuing)

There's a turn just up here.

He races down a narrow street, then swings the Jag to the

right. WHOA! He screeches to a stop. The road dead-ends into

a modern building.

MAC:

(continuing)

Was a turn.

He throws the car into reverse.

Mac races forward, confronted by a Truck pulling out of an

alley. Mac slams on brakes! Gin is thrown forward.

MAC:

(continuing)

I must give you full marks for

initiative.

Gin sits back up again.

GIN:

Thanks a lot.

MAC:

So how'd you get in the business?

EXT. BOROUGH MARKET - STREETS - DAY

Gin is thrown from side to side as the Jaguar races on.

GIN:

My father--

Zooom! Down a narrow street, just wide enough for a single

vehicle. Mac sees a delivery truck being unloaded by a

forklift, dead ahead!

GIN:

(continuing)

My father went to prison. Embezzlement.

The Jaguar does a 270 degree spin and heads down another

street, the Grand Cherokee suddenly right behind them again!

MAC:

So you learned at Daddy's knee.

GIN:

I learned not to get caught.

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