Face\Off Page #19

CASTOR:

You're supposed to be snitching,

making me look legit.

POLLUX:

Don't worry, nobody knows I'm

inside. Check it out. Remember

that fat f*** agent who roughed

us up in Thailand? He's being

treated for bone cancer at the

V.A. Thanks to the miracle of

NSA grid-technology ...

(finishes typing)

-- Ooops! His radiation does

just quadrupled.

CASTOR:

Are you TRYING to give us away?

For somebody with such a big

brain, you think awfully small.

POLLUX:

I'm just having some fun.

CASTOR:

There's fun, bro. Then

there's FUN.

INT. WAREHOUSE -- DAY

An enormous warehouse stocked with weapons and equipment.

POLLUX picks through the technical hardware ... WE SEE each

weapon as he sings like a kid on Christmas morn.

POLLUX:

Eight pocket stingers ...

seven piper uzis ... six

cobra carbines ...

(aims at Castor)

five - net - launch-ers ...

CASTOR:

(grabs weapon away)

Yeah -- it's Santa's Magic

f***ing Village. Your

present's in here.

CASTOR unlocks a door marked "EVIDENCE STORAGE."

INT. EVIDENCE STORAGE -- DAY

CASTOR leads POLLUX down corridor after corridor of

confiscated weapons, drugs, contraband.

CASTOR:

As the new chief of covert

operations, I've planned a

little get-together with

the Pacific Rim station

chiefs. Friday night.

CASTOR finds a locker, checks the number, then opens it up.

POLLUX:

And when they "get-together"

-- what happens?

Castor reveals POLLUX'S BOMB and other confiscated

paraphenalia. Pollux gasps, thrilled.

CASTOR:

We gut the organization --

and rebuild it with more

reliable friends.

POLLUX:

Most of the current chiefs

-- they must have pretty

hefty prices on their heads.

CASTOR:

All of them do. We'll

kill twelve birds with one

bomb. And we'll be rich.

POLLUX:

Good, because I checked your

salary -- and it bites. How

the everyday working-class stiff

survives in today's economy is

something I'll never ...

Castor shuts up Pollux by tossing him a small steel

cylinder. Inside it is a vacuum-sealed culture tube.

CASTOR:

You'll need to recultivate

that virus.

POLLUX:

No problem.

WANDA (o.s.)

Commander!

INT. ARMORY -- DAY

CASTOR emerges from Evidence Storage and finds his team.

WANDA:

You picked a helluva day

to leave your beeper off!

CASTOR:

What happened?

WANDA:

Castor's escaped!

CASTOR:

Escaped? From Erewhon?

(staggered)

I want everyone on this

-- our entire force and

the SFPD.

BUZZ:

SFPD? Castor isn't stupid

enough to come back to the city.

CASTOR:

Trust me, he's already here.

Get going!

Wanda and Buzz run off. Pollux emerges; he's heard.

CASTOR (cont'd)

Have the twins watch my

"wife." He'll try

to get to her.

POLLUX:

What about me?

CASTOR:

A lot of people think you're

a snitch. It's dangerous ...

POLLUX:

Like I f***ing care? I'm

not just sitting here!

Determined, Pollux heads for the door. Castor stops him.

CASTOR:

Take my Glock. It's

a jungle out there.

CASTOR slaps his weapon in his brother's palm -- Castor's

gesture of filial love. Pollux takes it -- touched.

EXT. GOLDEN GATE PARK -- PHONE BOOTH -- NIGHT

Archer punches a button. A GASH on his injured shoulder

bleeds through his tattered clothes.

ARCHER:

Collect call to Evelyn

Archer at 392-0888.

OPERATOR (V.O.)

Who's placing the call, please?

ARCHER:

-- Her husband.

Archer waits. He pinches his throat -- trying to somehow

dislodge the vocal implant micro-chip. His voice scrambles

into garbled static -- then reverts back to Castor's voice.

ARCHER (cont'd)

Goddamn it.

INT. HOSPITAL -- NIGHT

EVE is in scrubs, dissecting a cadaver's skull with a

handheld LASER BONE-SAW. Other students watch the procedure

-- along with their dour PROCTOR.

EVE:

Jon? Hello?

INT. PHONE BOOTH -- NIGHT

ARCHER listens longingly. Just hearing her voice ...

EVE:

Is someone there?

ARCHER:

Eve, listen carefully.

(a beat)

The man you think is

your husband -- isn't.

INT/EXT. SILVER SAAB -- NIGHT

LARS and LUNT are parked outside the hospital. They're

huddled over their surveillance equipment -- listening.

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