Entrapment Page #9

GIN:

I've never seen anything like this.

MAC:

I don't suppose you have. Let's keep

moving, shall we?

INT. SAFEHOUSE - GIN'S ROOM - NIGHT - MOMENTS LATER

He sets her bag down on the bed in a guest room decorated

with neutral colors and lined with bookcases bulging with old

books, all of which look read.

MAC:

Good night.

He turns to go.

GIN:

Wait...

She comes closer to him. She's in the post-adrenaline buzz

of an amazing day, the castle is incredibly romantic, and so

is he.

MAC:

Yes?

GIN:

I never thanked you for saving my life.

MAC:

Don't mention it.

She's vulnerable now, doesn't even bring up that it was his

fault she was in danger in the first place. He turns to go.

GIN:

Don't I get a bedtime story?

She really is hard to resist.

MAC:

Like what? Prince Charming?

GIN:

Actually, I always preferred the big, bad wolf.

She's being outrageous now, she can't help it.

MAC:

My dear girl, I'm old enough to be your

father.

She's beyond outrageous now.

GIN:

He always tucked me in.

Oh boy. Mac doesn't want to touch that with a ten-foot pole.

MAC:

Hmmm. Well, you'll have to tuck yourself

in.

GIN:

But it's so early.

The pouty little girl now. Nothing seems to be working.

MAC:

Never mix business with pleasure.

GIN:

What about Romy?

MAC:

Romy? Oh, she's strictly business.

GIN:

Really?

MAC:

Really. Breakfast at six. Bring your

bungee gear.

He leaves. She stands in the doorway, watching him go,

totally unable to figure him out.

EXT. SAFEHOUSE - LOCH - EARLY MORNING

Mac is swimming in the gray early morning light. Gin watches

Mac swim for a moment as she takes in the grounds: the stone

walls, the hedgerows, the green lawn stretching down to the

loch.

Mac gets out, throws on a robe over his wetsuit.

MAC:

You're late.

GIN:

I'm dressed.

She pointedly looks at his wetsuit.

GIN:

(continuing)

And good morning.

MAC:

Morning. Let's get started.

He heads away.

INT. SAFEHOUSE-PLANNING ROOM - DAY - MOMENTS LATER

A converted snooker room. Tools in the cue racks. A long

table top with candlesticks. Specially designed hooks and

bins for gear, large bulletin boards, various monitors and

bits of electronic equipment. Mac stands next to a bulletin

board covered with photographs of the castle and sets of

plans, all marked up with red magic marker.

MAC:

Twelve seconds--

GIN:

Twelve seconds.

He writes 12 sec on the plans.

MAC:

(continuing)

--to cut through eight inches of concrete

or three inches of steel

door--

He writes 8" conc, 3" stl.

MAC:

(continuing)

--remove the marble floor, all without

exceeding three decibels of noise level-

He writes 3db.

MAC (cont'd)

Then we have six minutes before the guard

checks the Mask Room--

He writes 6 min on the board.

MAC:

(continuing)

--to neutralize a state of the art set of

interlocking PIRs--

GIN:

With only 20 centimeters of initial

clearance.

He writes 20 cm on the plans.

MAC:

--to get into the Mask case with its

unbreakable code--

GIN:

Which I have.

MAC:

Which you hope you have. And then get

back out through the same security

system. Still without making a bloody

sound.

GIN:

Right.

We expect him to say that is the craziest damn thing I ever

heard. He pauses for a moment, as if trying to find words to

express this. But he doesn't.

MAC:

Hmmmm. Interesting.

He stares at the plans, lost in thought.

MAC:

(continuing)

And the exhibit ends--?

GIN:

Christmas night, with a party in honor of

the Mask.

MAC:

A week. We'll need every single day.

We'll got that party for a final recce.

This is most definitely not her plan.

GIN:

We can't. We've got to go sooner.

MAC:

One week.

GIN:

But why? It's risky. And we have all the

plans.

MAC:

Prepare for surprises, you won't be

surprised.

He studies the drawings and the photographs, then points to a

lake in front of the castle.

MAC:

(continuing)

That's the way in.

GIN:

That's the lake.

MAC:

I know it's the lake, dear.

He draws a line from the lake to the Palace.

MAC:

(continuing)

The first Duke dug a tunnel as an escape

route--just in case. They made the lake a

hundred years later. Flooded the tunnel.

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