Jack Ryan: Shadow Recruit Page #6

Three...

Six.

(LINE DISCONNECTS)

Jack?

We're in.

I'm not there yet. How we doing?

Okay, unless he ran the red lights.

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Back on site.

He ran the red lights. Get out.

(ALARM BLARING)

(BEEPS)

Got it! Got it!

Jack? You got trouble.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Main elevator is N.G.

We're working on another exit.

I need it now.

Yep, yep, yep.

There it is. Private elevator.

Back of Cherevin's office. Go.

(BEEPS)

- (BEEPS)

- (DOOR OPENS)

Hit the service entrance button.

Texting you Cyrillic icon now.

(BEEPS)

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

There's an external staircase.

(SECURITY CLAMORING)

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

- (ELEVATOR DINGS)

- (DOORS CLOSE)

(EXHALES) Harper.

Jack.

(STATIC)

Jack.

Harper. Harper, can you hear me?

Damn it.

I'm flushed. Must be the wine.

Or perhaps the company.

- Are you about to misbehave?

- Would you like me to?

I haven't decided yet.

Telephone.

(BEEPING)

(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

(BEEPING CONTINUES)

(GUN COCKING)

HARPER:
Jack, stop.

(GUNSHOT)

HARPER:
Hurry up, Jack. He's got Cathy

and he's on his way back to the building.

Duck.

- (GUNSHOT)

- (YELLS)

Keep moving, Jack.

Staircase is clear to the ground. Go.

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Control, you're on.

(SECURITY SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Cathy.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I'm so sorry.

Did you enjoy your walk, Dr. Ryan?

Mr. Cherevin, I have to apologize.

I had too much to drink.

Excuse me, Doctor!

- Yes?

- Yes?

DIMITRI:
Viktor.

Your wallet, let me see it.

What is this?

(JACK CHUCKLES)

You missed a fascinating

conversation I had with Dr. Muller.

I did? What was that?

Things we regret.

Let's you and I have that same talk soon.

You know, we should get home.

I am so sorry about tonight.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Have them followed.

Get us to Beta.

DRIVER:
Copy that.

Let's hit the safe house.

We clean the premises

and get the hell out of there.

I have max-level data

coming in for analysis now.

(DIMITRI SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

We are tracking them.

The same old weaknesses, Viktor.

Vodka,

vanity,

women.

Your son would be ashamed.

Ryan has it.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(AGENTS SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

The algorithm's uploading to Langley.

Once we break it down...

(SIGHS) It's tomorrow.

- What?

- The sell order.

It's programmed for 9:06 a.m. Eastern

Time. They're dumping everywhere.

Tokyo, London, Shanghai,

a dozen other exchanges.

It's almost two trillion.

It's gonna be a wipeout.

That's 18 hours.

How do we stop it?

They're not gonna flood the market

unless the terror attack is successful.

They'd lose everything.

And the attack

will be coordinated right before that,

9:
00 a.m. tomorrow.

CHANG:
Get down!

Go, go, go!

Albatross, we are compromised

at rendezvous Beta.

Request immediate backup.

(MEN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

(SCREAMS)

No! Get off me!

(GUNSHOTS)

CATHY:
Get off me!

- (SCREAMS) Jack!

- (MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

- Cathy!

- (MEN YELLING IN RUSSIAN)

(GUNSHOT)

(SCREAMS)

Jack!

Jack!

(ENGINE REVVING)

(HORN BLARING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(ENGINE REVVING)

(MAN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I don't know what you're saying.

(MEN SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Harper.

Harper, can you hear me?

Do you have her?

Are you sure she's wearing it?

Yes! Of course! I put it on her myself!

We played the whole scene

for the driver.

Now where is she?

HARPER:
Got her.

It's working.

CHANG:
Jack,

send me a ping from yours.

(BEEPING)

Southwest on Kashirskoye Shosse.

It's a kilometer from you.

(HONKING)

Go! Go!

CHANG:
Off the highway.

Headed north toward Kuznetsky Most.

Third exit ahead of you, due north.

I hope you enjoyed your meal.

(HONKING)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Cathy.

I hope for her sake

you have not yet transmitted

the information you stole from me.

I'm going to find you.

I'm going to find you.

How far?

Nine blocks behind him and closing.

We haven't started transmitting yet.

I still have the stick drive.

Very good, very good, Jack.

Let us hope Cathy and I can believe you.

If not, I have always found

that in these situations

the swiftest results are achieved

by working with loved ones.

You know I have what you want.

Put her on the phone!

Doctor?

JACK:
Cathy!

Talk to your fianc.

Cathy, talk to me!

What? You think your...

Silence is in some way heroic?

(WHIMPERS)

Cathy!

We will do this other way.

So let me tell you something, Jack.

If you squeeze a neck just right,

human beings can't keep

their mouths closed.

(GASPS)

VIKTOR:
Jack.

A light bulb will go into her mouth

because in

Lubyanka and Lefortovo prisons,

we discovered in torture

that vacuum glass explosion

inside mouth causes damage to...

Soft tissue, to enamel, to bone,

and to lungs, also.

It's quite a bit of, what do you say,

havoc for forty watts, hmm?

HARPER:
Hard left coming up.

Just two blocks and you got him.

- Push it!

- I am!

But when you look at this,

Cathy, you will know

and, Jack, you will understand,

that I am very serious

when I say that

I want what you stole from me

and I want it now.

Do you think Jack will get to you?

Or do you think he thinks it is a game?

VIKTOR:
You think this is game, Jack?

You think

my country bled for so many years

before your feet for game?

- (BEEPING)

- Cathy!

(CRASHES)

You think my son died for game?

You think I will let myself die for nothing?

No, it is America

that will soon

know what it is to have nothing.

HARPER:
He's got to cut back, Jack.

You can catch him at the corner.

Run straight ahead.

I put bulb in her mouth, Jack!

Now, I have my hand

beneath your b*tch chin!

And now in moment, I will crush her jaw

so she bites down on it

and begins slow and painful death!

So, I will say it once more,

I want what you stole from me

and I want it now!

- (TIRES SCREECH)

- (GASPING)

(SCREAMS)

Cathy!

- Cathy!

- (GUNSHOT)

(CATHY GASPS)

Come on! Let's go!

- Let's go. You're all right.

- AGENT 1:
We need to go, now!

Keep moving! We need to go!

The attack is going to happen, Ryan!

You can't stop it.

(GROANS)

CONSTANTIN:
Jack,

we need to get out of here.

The police are coming!

AGENT 2:
I got her!

She's in! She's in! She's in!

AGENT 1:
Turn it on!

Let's move! Let's move!

- (SIREN BLARING)

- (SIGHS)

(SOBBING)

Okay. Here's what we have.

Aleksandr Borovsky,

AKA Andrew Bornstein, age 23.

Last known address,

in Dearborn, Michigan.

SWAT 1:
Move, move, move!

- Let's go!

- SWAT 2:
Going in.

- Cover my six!

- (FLASHBANG DETONATES)

MALE CIA AGENT:

The location's burned.

They're up and out recently.

MALE FBI AGENT:
They leave anything?

Ashes and melted plastic.

CHANG:
FBI was tipped that

he might be a sleeper agent.

JACK:
A sleeper agent

who was handpicked.

(STAMMERS)

This guy was groomed for it.

This is personal.

Wait a minute. Cherevin's son.

What?

JACK:
Last night, Cherevin mentioned

something about his son

having died. What if he didn't?

MALE ANALYST:
Cross-referencing

Moscow hospital records,

coroner's reports. Got it!

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