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The pilot abandons the wheelhouse to try to stop the money'spell mell trail into the sky --

He stops dead when the sharp shooter brings the rifle tobear on him -- going after the money is threatening behavior --

The helicopter cop is still yelling through his megaphone--

HELICOPTER COP (MEGAPHONED)

Pick up that briefcase! You moron! Pick it up!

The mate is staring up at the helicopter, eyes big, shakinghis head back and forth -- no way is he touching that brief case --

The barge, minus its pilot, hits bottom, the jolt spinningthe briefcase out along the deck --

INT. UNDERCOVER CAR - DAY

Dan Sims wrestles his seat belt, struggling to snap it intoa mechanism that just doesn't want to work, riding shot gun as the undercovercar careens around the corner and down the street toward the parking structure--

EXT. PARKING GARAGE - DAY

The gray Mercedes slips out the structure's exit -- as miscellaneousundercover cars careen past it on their way in -- and turns down the streettowards Sims' car.

INT. UNDERCOVER CAR - DAY

Dan, cursing his seat belt, glances up in time to see theMercedes pass, does a double take and turns to read the license plate --

SIMS:

Holy sh*t, that's her car!

Barnaby, at the wheel, speeds along in the opposite direction.

BARNABY:

What?

Sims, still clutching his seat belt, grabs for the sirenas they hit a bump, drops the siren, grabs it again.

BARNABY (CONT'D)

I thought you said no sirens.

SIMS:

Turn around! That's her god damned car!

INT. MERCEDES - DAY

Will, whistling casually, hears tires squeal behind himand checks the rear view mirror -- in time to see Sims slap the SIREN atopthe undercover car.

WILL:

Holy sh*t!

Will steps on it, sliding between two more unmarked carsthat screech around corners to cut him off -- he cranks the wheel and avoidsa third --

Will drives better than well -- but he's sweating, cursingunder his breath, fighting to outdistance cop cars converging behind him,to dodge incoming cars that keep adding up --

WILL (CONT'D)

Jesus Christ, all this for a lousy grand theft auto?

EXT. RIVER BANK - DAY

Life is not looking good here. Money scattered all overthe ground, all over the water, the barge pilot and mate shaking in theirshoes, the barge grounded in mud at an awkward angle -- and glum undercovercops milling to and fro. The helicopter cop talks into a radio mike.

HELICOPTER COP:

Dan, we lost the money.

INT. UNDERCOVER CAR - DAY

Dan Sims, rocking around each curve, hangs onto his swingingseat belt for dear life and yells into his radio.

SIMS:

What do you mean, you lost the money? It's on abarge! How hard could it be to keep track of a barge?

HELICOPTER COP (V.O.)

We didn't lose the barge. We lost the money.

SIMS:

For Christ's sake, where'd it go?

INT. RIVER BANK - DAY

The helicopter cop stares glumly up at all those flutteringbills in the sky. . . down at all those floating bills on the water. . ..

HELICOPTER COP:

Half is air borne, and the other half sank.

INT. UNDERCOVER CAR - DAY

Dan's about three shades of purple, still clinging to hisdysfunctional seat belt, yelling into the radio --

SIMS:

Well fish it out! --

When the car slows. Dan rounds on Barnaby, the driver.

SIMS (CONT'D)

What are you slowing down for!

BARNABY:

We lost him.

Sims looks up from the radio at the abandoned street.

SIMS:

God damn it, where are the helicopters.

BARNABY:

They lost him too.

Sims slumps.

SIMS:

I don't believe this.

Barnaby shrugs.

BARNABY:

He can't have gone far. They'll pick him up.

INT. WILL'S WAREHOUSE - DAY

The warehouse is large, immaculate, and dark -- ground levelwindows are painted black and barred. Shelves hold engine parts. An oldbeat up Porsche Speedster sits in a corner. Loft steps lead to living quartersabove.

An electric garage door slides open, triggering a ceilinglight, and Emily's Mercedes glides in. The garage door shuts behind it andWill climbs from the car to run a shaky hand through his hair.

B.g., a helicopter DRONES. He lets out an explosion of breath,frowning at the ceiling, WILLing the copter away.

WILL:

Jesus.

He pats the car.

WILL (CONT'D)

Who'd you belong to, sweetheart? The president orwhat?

He checks the car, inside and out, admiring the interior,checking underneath the chassis.

WILL (CONT'D)

Last job, and I nab the president's car. It figures.

He pops the trunk -- there's Emily, bound and gagged, lookingthe worse for the ride, glaring up at him -- it might have been a mistake,her cuffing her arms behind her back.

WILL:

Jesus Christ!

He slams the trunk.

Muffled POUNDING inside. He opens the trunk cautiously,to stare incredulously at Emily.

WILL (CONT'D)

Who the hell are you?

EMILY (MUFFLED)

Mmmmphmmmphmmmphmmmph!

WILL:

I don't need this.

He lowers the trunk lid and scrubs his face with a wearyhand.

EMILY (MUFFLED) (O.S.)

MmmmMmmmph-ph-ph!

He raises the trunk lid.

WILL:

Can you breathe?

EMILY (MUFFLED)

MMmmmmmmMMMphmmmmm!

He nods.

WILL:

Have you had water within the last twenty-four hours?

EMILY:

MphMphMph!

WILL:

You look healthy to me.

He slams the lid, jumps into the driver's seat, and hitsthe control for the garage door.

WILL:

Sweating, revving the engine, waiting for clearance underthe door --

WILL:

It's okay. She doesn't know your name. She doesn'tknow the address. Nobody saw you come in. We're just going to leavethe car somewhere for the cops to find. No. She could die by then.Okay, we'll call the cops -- an anonymous tip. No problem. Finda corner. Dump the car. Stay calm. Everything is all right --

As the garage door opens, the helicopter DRONE fills thewarehouse.

Will sits, listening to that drone in the sky, tapping thesteering wheel -- he turns off the engine and listens a second longer, beforeclosing the garage door against that sound.

WILL:

Sh*t.

INT. AMADEUS's STUDY - EVENING

An ad for the house would boast five fireplaces, parkingfor nine cars, two hundred feet of river frontage, a dock. . . we are talkingexceptionally expensive -- and frighteningly neat.

THOMAS PERKINS steps into the study: Thomas has scars toprove he's been bad places and lived to not talk about them, whichconflicts with his million dollar suit only insofar as he wears it well.

Amadeus, intently manicuring what looks like a perfectlymanicured Bonsai, nods.

AMADEUS:

Someone's kidnapped Emily.

Perkins snorts. Amadeus pinches off a microscopic sectionof tree, discarding it in an empty waste basket.

AMADEUS:

The police --

(Amadeus uses the word "police" much theway a bull dyke says "penis")

PERKINS:

You called the police.

AMADEUS:

No. They called the police.

PERKINS:

They.

AMADEUS:

Yes.

PERKINS:

Well she's got your attention now, hasn't she?

Amadeus shoots him a dour glance.

AMADEUS:

I fail to see the humor in the situation, Thomas.There's a precedent at stake here.

Thomas snorts again -- no way is he believing this.

AMADEUS (CONT'D)

The police informed me a man drove her car awayfrom the pick-up zone.

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