Liberty Stands Still Page #4

God...

Bless America,

J ust give us a minute, | stay there.

(loudly singing)

What do you make of that?

Stand beside her...

Psych ward.

She may have seen something.

I'll check it out.

(loudly singing)

Hey, get back here.

I don't want them | getting any closer.

What do you got | your hands in the air for?

Don't come any closer.

Looks like your husband | sent some goons

to protect you | and your relationships.

He has Washington, | the Middle East,

the Mayor's office, | the police, the mob.

You guys work on | all sides of the fence.

Must be hard to keep track.

Did you see what | happened over there?

This is really about Victor.

You're a package.

What?

Now it's time | to make your deal with God.

Officer:
You all right? | Joe: Say no.

His walkie signal | is a bad thing

for sensitive explosives | detonators.

Get back!

There's a bomb | in here.

Did she say bomb?

So...

The chick's a looney.

Now what?

Well, thank you,

for getting | the ball rolling

but improvise again | and everything goes boom...

She said there's a bomb.

Let's call the Henry guys, | just in case.

Dispatch 1 1, 1986, | requesting Henry unit

into the alley | of 10th and Grace, ASAP.

Request DL T traffic control | between 7th and 12th,

Olive and Bay.

Dispatcher:
| Henry unit on its way.

It's gang turf. Could be something | he stuck his nose into.

Dispatch:
| RT O 1986 Henry Car returning.

Code three, responding | from Valencia to downtown.

Officer:
| All right, copy, Dispatch.

Should we clear the area?

Dispatch:
| 1986, stay with officer...

wait for H unit | and supervisor.

Paramedic, ETA, | seven minutes.

Officer:
Copy.

Gentlemen, you're in a bit | of a grizzly situation here.

Bill, | you're here early.

Give us some space, | all right?

You know I'm always | on the hunt for that Emmy.

Yeah. We've got | nothing for you, yet.

Family hasn't been informed, | no names yet.

What happened?

Bill, we've been | here five minutes.

J ust back off, you'll be | the first to know, I promise.

Okay. Yeah. | Promises, promises.

Dispatch:
One Adam 9 7, | respond.

(cell phone rings)

Repeat. One Adam 9 7, | please respond.

Bill Tollman.

Look at the hotdog stand.

She can tell | you the story.

No cameras yet.

Stay on the phone.

I want to know who you are | before I get any deeper into this.

You were happy to get | a tip 20 minutes ago.

Why all the sudden | the change of heart?

Because a cop is down.

Joe:
Then you can help.

You're the only one | I'll let her talk to.

She saw it all.

Dispatch:
One Adam 18, | Alameda and 1 1th...

ETA, 12 minutes.

Bill!

Jesus Christ Bill. | Get back here.

The bomb squad's | on the way.

I got a guy on the cell phone, | tells me she's got the whole story.

Son of a b*tch.

Wait until he gets back here.

No one... not you, not us... | goes over there.

I swear to God | I'll take you down, Bill.

Now get back here.

(sirens wailing)

Joe:
| Welcome to our party.

We're conferenced.

A. Team, Liberty Wallace,

please let me introduce | you to Bill Tollman.

We're lucky to have | Bill join us.

He's ambitious, smart, | and for the most part...

honest.

I'm sorry.

And you are?

I'm Joe. | I'm out for vengeance.

Liberty needs forgiveness.

And we both need publicity.

Why me?

Your lucky day.

Why don't you bring | him up to speed, Liberty?

He's got a military. Issue, | sniper rifle pointed right at you.

He's an excellent shot.

There's a bomb | in the hot dog cart.

It's set to blow, if my cell phone | battery dies, for any reason.

The bomb's big enough | to blow up this entire block.

Think Oklahoma.

That theater's going to let out | in less than an hour.

I have less than an hour | left on my battery.

I die either way.

Unless you get out | of here soon, so do you.

Aren't you | the Liberty Wallace of...

Yes.

Any demands?

He wants...

He wants somebody to pay | for the death of his daughter.

Joe:
Almost right.

Joe's daughter, died...

from a f***ed up kid | with a gun.

It was a gun manufactured | by my company.

He wants me to die, | knowing I have blood on my hands.

Bill:
| Joe, you've got to rethink here.

This is crazy.

There's a real gun | pointed at you.

What I mean is, | there are other ways,

Uh. Huh.

That's where you | come in, Bill.

You want me to use | my influence as a journalist,

to debate the right | to bear arms with you,

because you've got | a gun pointed at me?

I'm standing next to a bomb | that's on final countdown.

Yeah.

What happens when | all this is over?

I blow my brains out.

Bill:
This becomes my journalistic | moment of truth.

Your Emmy.

And your quest.

I'm sorry, Joe. | What do you want me to say here?

Liberty:
Say yes.

No. Say that you're | accountable.

Say yes.

There are plenty | of causes, Joe.

Joe:
Bill, look at Liberty.

She's going to die.

It's her choice when,

it's my choice how.

You have a similar dilemma.

Now,

Iook around.

(Liberty gasps)

Jesus, sh*t.

(Liberty screechs)

He shot me.

I'll do whatever | he wants.

Joe:
He's going to die | in your arms, Liberty.

Get ready.

Watching someone die...

changes you forever.

19.86...

to Dispatch. | We have a female with a gun.

I'm not dying.

Joe:
His father is | Senator Robert Tollman.

He's also | a constitutional lawyer.

He lobbied for the NRA,

so we know which side | his bread is buttered on.

He's proud of his son.

And now like me,

has every reason | to switch sides.

Hey.

(gurgling)

How many times | do I have to tell you?

Turn that f***ing | thing off.

(crying)

J ust hang on. | Help's coming.

No. It's not.

Camera man:
F***ing a**hole. | Sue me.

Get him out of here.

Can't buy this | kind of press.

10:
00 news, buddy.

Call my father for me.

(gurgling)

Why are you doing this?

Why?

Why are you doing this?

Liberty:
Tell me.

Your dick is the size of | the little trigger on that gun.

That makes you | nothing, Joe.

You're less | than nothing.

You probably didn't | even have a daughter,

if you did, | she's better off dead.

I'll forgive you | for that,

given the circumstances.

(gunshot)

J ust kill me.

Liberty:
Get it over with. | Joe: Shut up.

I'm not the one shooting.

I can't take anymore.

I'm going to hang up.

That a**hole's shooting | with a.9 millimeter,

He hasn't got a hope | of hitting you from that distance.

Ah, Victor.

You have made my day.

Hello.

It's kind of ironic,

me saving your life.

(sirens)

They're here.

(sirens)

The officer went down | over there.

The lady with the bomb | is across the street.

It's time to do something.

Bill has a tape recorder, | in his suit pocket.

Name names, | Liberty.

Blow the lobbies wide open.

Pay offs are always | good news breakers.

Liberty:
| You're an amateur, Joe.

No. No. No. Don't tell me that | you're worried about the fallout.

Your husband, or someone | he works for,

has ordered the CIA thugs | to put a bullet in you.

Is that the world | you want to live in?

What do you think | you can accomplish

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