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93.

CONTINUED:

SIMPKINS (CONT’D)

Why? Patience. They don’tgo

into a courtroom half-cocked like

Marcia Clark. When you lose -

VOORHEES:

(quickly interjecting)

And you will...

SIMPKINS:

... you’ll be sent to a federal

prison like Marion or Lewisberg

and do 85 percent of a federal

sentence. That’s mandatory.

VOORHEES:

Big Brother doesn’t risk taxpayer

money on your recidivist ass.

SIMPKINS:

No appeal. No time for good

behavior. Life as you know it

will end that day.

Knowing he’s not getting much more from this particular

inquiry, Simpkins shuts off the cassette recorder.

SIMPKINS:

Can I offer some real advice? Not

as a cop, but as a husband and a

father?

(as Jack nods)

You’ve got a lot to lose.

Whatever you’re thinking, do

yourself a favor and don’t.

JACK:

That’s your impression of advice?

SIMPKINS:

The attempt on your life signifies

you’re poking a sleeping bear.

Doesn’t take a park ranger to know

that bear will eventually bite.

VOORHEES:

So let us do our job and stay out

of the f***ing way.

CUT TO:

94.

EXT. POLICE STATION -MORNING

A silver Porsche Boxster waits for an exhausted Jack.

The tinted driver’s window slides down to reveal...

Geraldine.

GERALDINE:

Come on and let’s go for a ride.

Jack looks skeptical.

GERALDINE:

Trust me on this one, honey.

INT. PORSCHE -MOVING

He stares at her as she SCREECHES away.

JACK:

How’d you know I was going to be

here?

GERALDINE:

Don’t you know? I’m your fairy

godmother.

She takes his hand and places it on the gearshift. Jack

looks over and sees she’s wearing a very short skirt.

Her sculpted legs scissor the accelerator and clutch.

Jack shifts for her into second gear.

JACK:

Take me to Tarzana Medical.

GERALDINE:

Afterwards.

Geraldine drops the clutch. Jack shifts into third.

GERALDINE:

I want you to kiss me, Jack. Down

here.

She slides her skirt up with a lascivious smile.

CUT TO:

EXT. VALLEY VIEW CONDO COMPLEX -DAY

The Boxster arrives at the gate.

95.

INT. PORSCHE -GATE CLICKER

Geraldine returns it to her sun visor and grins at Jack.

She wets her luscious lips. He moves toward her, but

instead he reaches up and hits the clicker button.

She watches, stunned, as the gate slides back closed.

GERALDINE:

What are you doing?

JACK:

How did you come to pick me up at

the station?

GERALDINE:

What do you mean? I hear things.

JACK:

Great. Then hear this. Tarzana.

Medical. Center.

She shakes her head and throws it into reverse.

CUT TO:

EXT. TARZANA MEDICAL CENTER -LOADING ZONE

The Porsche stops. Jack tugs the keys from the ignition.

JACK:

You’ve had plenty of time to make

something up. Who told you I was

at the police station?

GERALDINE:

You’re not serious.

JACK:

I figure I had some kind of gang

bang waiting for me in your

apartment.

GERALDINE:

(smiling in disbelief)

Gimme my keys and get the f***

outta here!

JACK:

I hope you come out of this

smelling clean, Geraldine. I

really do.

GERALDINE:

Get out.

(CONTINUED)

96.

CONTINUED:

A hospital security GUARD looks inside the Porsche.

GUARD:

Everything okay, miss?

Jack gives Geraldine her keys and exits the car.

GERALDINE:

I called your cell phone and a

Detective Raymer answered. Does

that make any sense, a**hole?

Geraldine SCREECHES off. Jack watches, feeling slightly

stupid.

CUT TO:

INT. HOSPITAL ROOM -GLORIA

Still unconscious. Doreen sits bedside and watches a

doctor monitor vital signs.

DOCTOR (O.S.)

Minor concussion. We’ll keep a

good eye on her and she’ll be out

of here by morning.

PULL BACK to reveal: Jack, watching from an observation

window with a DOCTOR.

JACK:

Are you going to be monitoring

her?

DOCTOR:

No, I’m going on my fifteenth

hour. But I’ll make sure she’s

looked after closely.

JACK:

Good man.

INT. GLORIA HOSPITAL ROOM -DOREEN

Jack puts his hand on Doreen’s shoulder and whispers.

JACK:

How you doing, soldier?

DOREEN:

It’s gonna be another hour before

the anesthesia even wears off.

(CONTINUED)

97.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

(nodding)

I’m going back to the house to

collect my stuff. Want to come?

Doreen doesn’t have to say a word: she’s staying.

Jack’s proud look is interrupted by his CELL PHONE. He

knows it isn’t good news. It RINGS ominously.

SMASH CUT TO:

EXT. TARZANA MEDICAL CENTER

Jack storms out and searches the parking lot for a cab.

He fails to find one, but spies:

In a trenchcoat, the Doctor who treated Gloria climbs

into a big new S-class Mercedes.

EXT. MERCEDES -DOCTOR

Weary, he puts the car in reverse, looks to his left, and

starts to back up. PULL BACK to reveal: Jack’s

reflection off the side mirror. The Doctor rolls down

his window.

JACK:

I hate to trouble you, Doctor...

CUT TO:

EXT. AJIT APARTMENT COMPLEX -LATER

Jack and the Doctor pull up in the black Mercedes. Eddie

stands outside, smoking a cigarette with a hot stare.

EDDIE:

You’re a blithering moron, y’know

that?

JACK:

Yes.

The Doctor gives Eddie a confused nod as Jack escorts him

up the stairs. Eddie follows.

EDDIE:

You gave him a pistol for

fucksake.

(CONTINUED)

98.

CONTINUED:

JACK:

I thought it’d protect him.

EDDIE:

How very f***in’ American of you!

They enter and close the door behind them.

INT. AJIT BEDROOM -LATER

The Doctor tends to Ajit, prone in bed, with a stump arm

bandaged at his wrist. Nearby, family members stare at

Jack from a bean bag, ready to kill. Eddie stands deep

in the b.g.

The Doctor gives Jack a reassuring nod. Jack ignores the

family and sits at Ajit’s side. Ajit puts his free hand

on Jack’s shoulder.

CUT TO:

EXT. EDDIE’S OLD VOLKSWAGEN -MOVING

Eddie drives Jack. They sit silently. Eddie stops in

front of Gloria’s house and the parked Oldsmobile.

EDDIE:

I presume all this has something

to do with Frank.

Jack nods. Eddie understands.

JACK:

If that’s the case, you still

interested in that security tape?

CUT TO:

EXT. PARKING LOT (LITTLE VIETNAM) -OLDS

Jack parks before a very foreign storefront.

INT. ELECTRONICS SHOP (VIETNAMESE FAMILY STORE)

The Vietnamese owner stacks coffee mugs on a counter.

INT. BACK OFFICE -TEENAGER

LAO, a hardcore Vietnamese gang member, sits at the

computer.

(CONTINUED)

99.

CONTINUED:

The tape plays on an adjacent television. Jack stares at

the large monitor.

JACK:

He’s looking at something down on

the bar. Right there. What is

that? A cocktail napkin?

Lao nods and rewinds the image: Frank looks at the

"napkin" on the bar.

JACK:

Can you isolate it and blow it up

on this thing?

Lao nods, his fingers dancing on the keys. On screen a

blue box isolates the image and blows it up. Again.

Jack nods and just then, the palm-sized object comes into

view. It’s not a napkin.

JACK:

It looks like a little mirror.

One last time. Jack stares closely at the screen.

LAO:

No... it’s round. It’s a compact

disc.

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