Face\Off Page #27

EVE turns -- and goes pale. To her horror --

JAMIE stands there. Looking every inch a young lady, she

floats toward them in her formal gown.

CASTOR looks into Eve's face -- and he UNDERSTANDS. She is

too stunned to react as Castor gives Jamie a big hug.

CASTOR:

There's my little darling.

(while looking at Eve)

The night wouldn't be

complete without you.

JAMIE:

Yeah, mom cut me some slack

-- but I decided ... I'd

like to be here for you.

(produces cash)

Here, mom. You can have

it back. Thanks, though.

EVE is too stunned to react, so Castor pockets the money.

CASTOR:

Jamie, have you met

Ensign Mancini?

CASTOR passes Jamie off to a young naval CADET, then turns

to EVE. She glances furtively around -- searching for a

solution -- as Castor closes in and speaks quietly.

CASTOR (cont'd)

Keep your mouth shut and

follow me -- or she dies.

Right now.

INT. STAIRS -- NIGHT

Alone, CASTOR muscles EVE up the stairs.

CASTOR:

Too bad. Part of me was

hoping you didn't know.

Guess which part.

INT. OFFICE SUITE -- NIGHT

CASTOR pushes EVE to the floor. To her shock, ARCHER is

beside her, the twins' gun to his head.

CASTOR:

Did you really think it would

be that easy, you dumb fucks?

I knew you'd make your move --

all I had to do was wait.

(a beat)

Here's tomorrow's front page:

In a suicide attack, Castor

Troy -- that's you, Jon --

eluded hotel security and

detonated a biological bomb,

killing dozens of NSA agents

and their families -- including

my beloved wife and daughter.

(a beat)

-- And the last three people

who could expose me are dead.

Playing for time, Archer scans the room and sees the TABLE

LAMP nearby -- the only light burning in the suite -- and

his only chance.

ARCHER:

This is between you and me.

Leave my family out of this.

ARCHER looks at EVE. She glances down to her purse, spilled

out below her ... her hand hiding the laser BONE-SAW.

Archer and Eve share the thinnest, most desperate of smiles.

CASTOR:

It was between you and me --

but you couldn't let it go.

(c*cks pistol)

Even your son -- that wasn't

supposed to happen. Not

that I was sorry to see the

little bastard go ...

ARCHER'S heard enough. He uncoils -- slapping CASTOR'S hand

away just as --

EVE lashes out with the now-blazing BONE-SAW -- tearing

through LARS'S femur.

LARS pitches over, screaming, grabbing his stump.

ARCHER scoops up LARS'S PISTOL as he topples the lamp.

Sudden darkness is illuminated by staccato flashes as the

room erupts in gunfire.

ARCHER:

Go -- get help!

EVE crawls through the fusillade and out of the office.

ARCHER blasts, his shots chasing CASTOR as --

LUNT charges at ARCHER from the darkness.

ARCHER turns, fires, ducks as --

LUNT -- riddled -- sails over ARCHER and smashes through the

window, plunging into the abyss.

ARCHER scans for CASTOR in the darkened office -- he's gone.

INT. RESTAURANT -- NIGHT

Reacting to the gunfire, the Security Team mobilizes ...

when EVE runs smack into Wanda and Buzz.

WANDA:

We heard gunshots --

where's the Commander?

EVE:

Wanda, I've got to tell you

something. Something crazy ...

INT. CLIMATE CONTROL -- NIGHT

ARCHER rushes in from the office, picks his way past the

SKYLIGHT over the Atrium and finds the BOMB.

THE LED counts down ... 24-23-22.

ARCHER carefully grabs the GLASS GLOBE and starts to unscrew

it from its base. 10-9-8 ...

ARCHER pulls the globe free -- but it trails a ceramic

DETONATOR mount. The LED hits 00:00.

CIRCUITS break as the electrical charge SOARS through the

machine. ARCHER wraps his hand over the detonator as a

storm of SPARKS volcano up through the base, searching.

The SPARKS silently recede. The bomb is dead.

CASTOR (o.s.)

Not bad.

Still cradling the bomb, ARCHER sees a bloody CASTOR

watching him from the hatch.

CASTOR (cont'd)

All you've done is postpone

the inevitable.

ARCHER:

Kill me -- and you kill

yourself.

ARCHER squeezes the globe -- just enough to cause a CRACK.

CASTOR:

What -- what are you doing?

ARCHER:

Vacuum-sealed globe ...

shouldn't take long.

The crack SPIDER-WEBS through the globe.

ARCHER (cont'd)

Running out of time, Castor.

Put down the gun and I'll

neutralize it.

ARCHER shows CASTOR the FAIL-SAFE jet built into the globe.

CASTOR:

Do it and your daughter lives.

ARCHER just smiles. Castor has no leverage at all.

THE CRACKS multiply, covering the globe like veins.

CASTOR drops the gun. ARCHER triggers the JET.

THERE'S AN INJECTION into the globe just as --

BOOM! The globe implodes, then explodes, filling the room

with deadly gas. ARCHER and CASTOR stare at each other.

CASTOR (cont'd)

Did you neutralize

it in time?

ARCHER:

I don't know. How long

before it kills us?

CASTOR:

Five seconds.

They wait ... the seconds pounding down like thunder.

Three, four ... five. Then six and seven.

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