Liberty Stands Still Page #3

Fine. | Oh, better yet,

that $25, 000 | wedding ring.

Liberty:
You got it.

Say, honey...

(police radio chatter)

Where's Dwayne, | Ms. Liberty Wallace?

Oh, he had to step away. | I'm watching the stand.

You doing this | for a reason?

Joe:
You tell him, | I shoot him.

It's hot today.

Joe:
His life is | in your hands, Liberty.

Put your clothes on.

Yeah! I'll take whatever | you're selling.

Beat it.

A hot dog for the road.

Oops.

Good for sales. | I said beat it!

All right.

Whatever you're on, lady, | get more of it.

You're pissing me off.

I'll be right back.

Uh. Huh.

You're signing | his death warrant.

Is that what you want?

It's show time.

(officer grunts)

Your actions | have consequences.

You shot him? | God, you shot him.

He's dying as we speak.

(gasping)

Tell me what you want.

For one, | your company just made

a deal worth | several million dollars.

You're not going | to deliver.

(officer groaning)

Officer, | are you all right?

Oh my God.

(phone dialing)

Hello?

Yeah, there's an officer here. | He's bleeding.

I don't know, I think | the corner of 9th and Grace?

Joe:
| F*** him he was a bad cop.

That dick did it | on the take.

My name?

It's George.

McCannister. | I'm just standing here,

I don't really want...

Yeah, I'll wait.

I guess.

A f***ing lot of people | are about to arrive.

This is your window | of opportunity, Liberty.

Let's call your husband. | No, don't.

I'll three. Way you. | Don't!

(phone dials, rings)

Secretary:
McCloud Industries, | Victor Wallace's office.

Yes, is he there, please? | May I say who's calling?

Liberty. | Excuse me?

His wife. | I'm calling for his wife,

who asked me to call

because she's | in a bit of a jam right now.

Secretary:
| Please hold.

Make a copy | and distribute it

to code red | level security.

Secretary:
Mr. Wallace, | your wife is on the line, sir.

(clears throat)

What's up, Lib? | Joe: She's on the other line.

We're conferenced.

And who is this?

I'm Joe. Your wife's cuff ed | to a bomb wired to blow

if the cell phone dies.

I've also got one of your rifles | pointed at her

so I can shoot her

or any one else I figure | isn't working out.

Liberty?

(phone hangs up)

Joe:
Oops. Is he always | that sympathetic?

He probably thinks | you're a terrorist.

Terrorist?

Why is that?

Because of the deals | you cut with Senator Tollman?

Government involvement | is classified.

Man:
Hey, they're | on their way, all right?

J ust hold on a second.

Your husband | just hung up on you.

That's because he thought | he was protecting me.

We signed a no. Deals policy | so we wouldn't be vulnerable

to every... | every f***ing terrorist.

It was a condition | for the military.

Oh, please. | What does signing a contract

really have to do with it?

(cell phone beeps)

Don't answer.

(cell phone beeps)

Victor:
Liberty? | Hey, it's me.

It's for real. I'm at the corner | of 9th and Grace.

I have about 45 minutes | left on my battery.

(gunshot, screams)

Liberty, talk to me. | Any idea who we're dealing with?

No.

He said something about us | bailing on a deal.

I don't know | what he's talking about.

The only one big enough | is the one going through Paris.

Nothing more specific? | No!

I don't get it.

How did you leave it | with Washington?

Done. | The money's wired.

What does he want? | Hijack the shipment?

What does he want?

(screams)

I don't know what he wants!

He won't tell me.

This could be goodbye. | Don't get dramatic.

If they wanted you dead, | you would be.

I'm hanging up now. | I'm on it.

I don't f***ing believe you. | If you do that again...

I'll shoot innocent people | on your behalf.

Oh, he didn't even | say goodbye, did he?

Well, he's got | a lot at stake.

International arms dealing | is tricky business.

No loyalties.

Call Brian.

I already did. | Oh, good boy.

Very good boy.

This is a hostage situation. | Your hands are tied.

(sighs)

What am I supposed | to do now,

go and sip tea | in a safe house

while my wife is | chained to a bomb?

Calm down.

You're a target too. | She knows the drill.

You both signed | the security agreement.

The machinery just kicked in. | I'm calm. I'm very calm.

(siren wailing)

Sh*t.

Officer 1:
| Step away.

Officer 2:
Did you see | what happened here?

I didn't see anything.

1986 request backup. | Request immediate backup.

Shots fired, officer down, | possibly dead.

Officer 2:
Oh my God. | He's barely got a pulse.

Do you have | an open marriage,

or is it all just pretend | from the beginning?

I'm sure this isn't | about our marriage.

But I'm the last person you're | going to speak to on this Earth,

so might as well | tell me everything.

He'll hunt you down. | He might hunt you down.

You just became | a security risk.

You know, they took out JFK | over the price of oil,

so I'd say your chances | of being a military target

are pretty high.

Like you said, | the stakes are high.

Joe:
This is all more important | than an individual...

Am I right? Is that what | you tell yourself every day?

I'm only a cog | in the great wheel of misfortune.

That's the way it is.

Joe:
How did you | end up here?

How the f*** | did that happen?

I can make a deal | or break one.

I have my own connections.

Get back to your | little theater gig,

backstage every Thursday...

body guards, off limits, | of course.

Do you pretend, | it's passion,

or is it like | taking Prozac?

Liberty:
| Leave Russell out of this.

(bleeping)

(Russell inhales)

He better be dead, or I swear | to God I'm going to kill him.

Call his publicist.

She'll know where | he's hiding.

You're on, folks.

(clapping)

(clapping)

Name your terms, Joe.

This is about dignity.

My daughter's death | robbed her of hers,

You're going to dredge up whatever | little nobility you have left...

and give the world a little | of what she had.

Can't believe | she'd want this.

She was a fighter.

Unlike you,

I wasn't.

I had to make a choice.

J ump out the window,

or live by the rules | that she died by.

What happened to her?

A boy in her school.

Armed and f***ed up.

Headlines that make every | mommy and daddy in America

cross their fingers...

Ah, but for the grace | of God go I.

So...

now I'm using the same right | to bear arms that he had.

It's an all. In package, | I was told.

And you can't f*** with freedom...

to quote a phrase.

How do you know that?

Joe:
What? | Your father's last words...

Ah. Brilliant.

Brilliant way to go out, | I thought.

In fact, it's...

it was what made me choose | you as the spokesperson.

Nobody knew what | my dad's note said.

(clinking)

J ust f***ing shoot me.

Get it over with, | I'm sick of your bullshit.

How do you know | so much about me?

I'm good with details.

Liberty:
Nobody knew | what was in that note, Joe.

Only the cops, | it was a long time ago,

the files are filed.

Unless you're a cop. | Is that it?

What makes you think | you should do this?

You don't have kids, | so you don't know.

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