Face\Off Page #21

JAMIE:

You mean like ... condoms?

CASTOR:

I mean like protection.

With a fluid motion, CASTOR expertly snaps open a well-

oiled BUTTERFLY KNIFE and hands it to an astonished Jamie.

JAMIE:

For me?

Castor's surprised, flustered as Jamie tearfully hugs him.

CASTOR:

-- Now, uh, brush your

bed and go to teeth --

it's a school night.

JAMIE kisses him and heads up stairs. After she's gone ...

CASTOR (cont'd)

Jesus, Jon, how did you

deal with this family sh*t?

The phone RINGS. He rushes to the den and picks it up.

CASTOR (cont'd)

Jon Archer.

(immediately alert)

Where is he?

EXT. STREET -- NIGHT

POLLUX TROY is half-hidden in the shadows, peering into an

underground parking structure.

POLLUX:

(into cellular)

-- Some condo complex on

Telegraph Hill. I played

a hunch he might contact

an old friend of yours ...

POLLUX'S P.O.V. -- THE GARAGE

SASHA helps a half-conscious ARCHER toward the elevator.

EXT. NSA MARSHALING AREA -- NIGHT

Dressed and armed for battle, the NSA assault team is

loading into a variety of waiting vehicles.

CASTOR arrives, dressed in standard-issue black squad suit

and flak vest. BUZZ tosses CASTOR a machine-pistol as he

climbs aboard the lead vehicle. The convoy moves out.

INT. SASHA'S CONDO -- NIGHT

ARCHER'S eyes open ... he snaps awake. SASHA is stitching

up his cleaned wound.

ARCHER:

Where am I?

SASHA:

My place.

ARCHER:

You shouldn't have brought

me here ... it's dangerous.

SASHA:

Better than you bleeding

all over my car upholstery.

Trust me, Caz, you won't

be here long.

With a flourish of her extravagant nails, Sasha finishes up

the stitches -- a passable sewing job.

ARCHER:

I hear you're a manicurist

now -- got your own business

and everything. I'm glad

you've stayed clean.

SASHA:

Like I had a choice with

that anal-retentive Jon

Archer rising my ass at

the probation hearing.

(shrugs)

At least he took an interest.

You took off without leaving

so much as a Post-it.

ARCHER:

I'm not the same person

you remember.

She studies him with her sharp, intelligent eyes -- eyes

which soften dramatically as she smiles for the first time.

SASHA:

Take the rest of those

filthy things off.

I'll be right back.

SASHA disappears into a back bedroom. ARCHER looks out the

window -- the street's clear. He sits down, unties his

trash-dumpster shoes. He touches his shoulder -- it hurts.

SASHA (cont'd)

(entering)

You're still dressed.

She puts down a pile of men's clothes and starts to loosen

his belt. She stares deep in his eyes.

SASHA (cont'd)

You really have changed,

haven't you?

ARCHER:

More than you'll ever know.

Gently, tenderly, she moves closer and kisses him on the

mouth. She lingers as Archer carefully pulls away.

ARCHER (cont'd)

-- Can we just talk?

SASHA:

(amused)

Talk? The only talk I ever

heard from you was "take

it off," "sit on it," "I'll

see you around."

He backs off -- as something catches his eye. A sleepy

LITTLE BOY (5) is standing in the bedroom doorway. He

watches curiously as Archer buttons up a fresh shirt.

ARCHER:

Perfect fit.

SASHA:

Should be. It's yours.

Awkward silence as Archer dresses. The boy comes over

shyly, climbs into Sasha's lap. Archer's self-conscious.

ARCHER:

Nice-looking kid.

SASHA:

Of course he is ...

(very uneasy)

-- He's yours too.

EXT. SASHA'S CONDO -- NIGHT

Their SILHOUETTES are visible against the shades. Suddenly

a TETHERED SURVEILLANCE DRONE whirs up to the second-story

window -- scanning the building.

EXT. ROOFTOP ACROSS -- NIGHT

CASTOR, BUZZ, WANDA and LOOMIS peer at the drone's THERMAL-

VIDEO FEED of the silhouettes in Sasha's apartment.

CASTOR:

(into cellular)

We've got him sighted.

Okay, Pollux, pull out.

BUZZ:

What makes you so sure

this guy's gonna set up

his own brother?

CASTOR:

I've never been more

certain of anything.

Get everyone in position.

-- And get the word

out -- shoot to kill.

Buzz starts to object -- but Castor's steely eyes say

"don't argue -- that's an order."

BUZZ:

You heard the Commander

-- let's saddle up!

Buzz and Wanda move off -- leaving Loomis with Castor.

INT. SASHA'S CONDO -- NIGHT

SASHA leads the shy boy to his "father." Archer's stunned.

SASHA:

Go on, Adam ...

(a beat)

I'm not asking you for

anything -- I was never

even going to tell you.

But hell, I never thought

I'd see you again, either.

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