Face\Off Page #25

EVE:

I took it from my fake husband.

ARCHER:

Why point it at me? I'm

the real thing.

EVE:

I don't know that. Maybe

Jon's already dead.

ARCHER:

What more proof do you need?

EVE:

Tell me what happened on

April 9th -- 13 years ago.

Archer looks blank. April 9th? 13 years ago?

ARCHER:

It was my first real date ...

I borrowed my dad's car and

took her out for ribs -- not

knowing she was a vegan.

To make it worse, she broke

her tooth on a pebble that

somehow got into her salad

-- and we drove around all

night, looking for a dentist.

I thought the date was a total

botch -- but she kissed me.

Even though it must have hurt --

she leaned over, ice-pack on her

cheek, and kissed me goodnight.

(smiles)

She still has that pebble

in the top drawer of her

jewelry box. And I think

it still hurts her sometimes

-- to kiss me.

EVE looks into his eyes -- searching beyond their color.

Then she puts the gun down, fighting off tears.

EVE:

Christ, Jon! How could

you do this to yourself?

How could you do this to us?

(quietly)

Do you know -- do you know

what he did to me ...?

ARCHER:

Whatever happened, whatever

he did -- I know it's my

fault and I know I can never

make it up to you --

She pulls herself together -- regaining her composure.

EVE:

But you're damn well

going to try.

INT. EVE'S OFFICE -- LATER -- NIGHT

Eve clicks on the light, then produces some xeroxed

documents. Archer quickly scrutinizes them.

EVE:

He freaked out when he

thought I had seen this

stuff. I think it's a

list of cities -- Santiago,

Ho Chi Minh City, Nandi ...

ARCHER:

Our Pacific Rim stations.

These numbers must be bounties.

Castor's not wasting any time.

EVE:

What do you mean?

ARCHER:

He's going to kill off our

bureau chiefs -- one-by-one.

EVE:

-- Or maybe all at once.

(off his reaction)

There's a get-together

tonight at New St. Marks.

For all the bureau chiefs

and their families. He's

insisted Jamie and I be

there too.

A sinking feeling hits Archer.

ARCHER:

You can't go. You can't be

anywhere near that place.

EVE:

Jon, what is it?

ARCHER:

The bomb. He's reactivated

it. And everyone there is

going to die.

EVE:

Can't we call someone?

Admiral Lazarro?

ARCHER:

I know Lazarro -- the first

person she'd call is "me."

We can't take the chance of

tipping Castor off.

EVE:

Jon, if I'm not there, he

will be tipped off. I'll

get rid of Jamie -- but you

and I are in this together.

ARCHER:

Eve ...

She kisses the face of the man who killed her son -- now her

husband's face. She is resolute.

EVE:

Now -- what do we do?

INT. ARCHER HOME -- MORNING

Castor comes downstairs, rubbing his "stung" shoulder.

CASTOR:

Where's my wife?

LARS:

She went to the hospital

last night -- she was on

call. Didn't you know?

CASTOR:

Find her -- and watch

her like a hawk.

EXT. NEW ST. MARKS HOTEL -- ENTRANCE AREA -- DAY

Business as usual -- except for the SFPD and the NSA

SECURITY TEAM keeping a discreet watch.

PULL BACK:
ACROSS THE STREET

ARCHER checks out the NSA Security Team; there's no way

he's getting in there. Then he sees --

DELIVERY TRUCKS turning down the ramp beneath the hotel --

into the basement loading dock.

EXT. ARCHER HOME -- DAY

Dressed in a gown, Eve joins Castor at the waiting limo.

CASTOR:

Where's Jamie?

EVE:

That's what I'd like to

know. She stole fifty

dollars from my purse

and took off.

CASTOR'S eyes narrow -- trying to read Eve.

EVE (cont'd)

Don't act so stunned, Jon.

As if you don't know how

impossible it is to get

that girl into a dress.

CASTOR:

I'll deal with her later.

EVE:

Good. Because I'm fed up.

She leads him into the limo without hesitation.

EXT. LIMO -- MOVING -- DAY

Castor and Eve's limo picks its way through traffic.

ALONGSIDE:

rumbles a refrigerator TRUCK from "Bay Gourmet," Inc.

FOLLOW both vehicles as they turn into the driveway of ...

EXT. NEW ST. MARKS HOTEL -- DAY

A high-rise tower with a "flying saucer"-shaped restaurant

set atop -- the revolving garden restaurant.

CASTOR'S LIMO turns into the circle.

THE BAY GOURMET TRUCK continues into the underground garage.

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