Liberty Stands Still Page #5

by me babbling about Senator. This | and Senator. That?

That's not going | to do anything.

It's a start.

It's an end, Joe.

Let me do what | I can really do.

Let me work | from the inside.

I can... | I can...

(sobs)

I can do something.

So that's what | you tell yourself every morning?

Joe, I can really | change things.

I promise you | I'll do it.

I promise.

(gunshot)

Police. | Put them down.

Come on.

Come on.

We can always count on our nation's | finest to serve and protect.

Officer:
Shots fired. I've got | a civilian down possibly dead.

Looks like a shooter.

Senator Libby

took at least | three payments in cash.

Senator Lipton, Crick, | Congressmen Gomez...

Check Geneva bank accounts,

Swiss Union bank accounts,

Cayman Islands, Bahamas.

My husband.

Liberty:
Victor Wallace is f***ing | the president's wife,

among others.

Presidents...

or wives?

Humph.

Liberty:
| What do you want me to do?

Nothing. | You're on a roll.

Keep it going.

Joe:
You're already | on the news.

Victor's mobilized | every senator I've just mentioned.

The police chief is | in his back pocket.

He supplies the gang that controls | this corner, for Christ's sake.

Joe:
He?

Okay. I.

We.

I.

I'm in this, okay?

Is that what you want me | to say, "I'm in it"?

Yes.

Now, who are you | going to trust?

Nobody.

Keep talking. | No.

I'll name names, | I'll bury every one who deserves it,

but you have to shut | this bomb off.

Uhh... can't.

Liberty:
Then I can't.

Joe:
Fair enough.

You've done | your job anyway.

Now we can depend | on Bill's dad, the senator,

and his newfound quest.

Joe:
He'll go down | as a hero for the cause.

It was a life well spent.

In the big picture.

Have a hot dog.

You don't want to go out | on an empty stomach.

Let them take | him away.

Officer:
Ma'am.

Come with me, ma'am.

Over here.

Woman:
| Every Thursday,

they meet backstage,

go into Russell's dressing room, | and lock the door.

They order in.

Bastard changed | the lock.

F***.

Woman:
Yeah, she slinks out | sometime during the night,

and we don't see Russell again | until the next performance.

Oh. Ex cept for tonight.

He's probably in there, | f***ed to death.

Uh. Oh.

Time to call a locksmith.

Back up's coming in from 53.

Look's like we've got | ourselves a sniper.

There's no I.D. | on the woman,

no trace on her cell phone yet.

If she's chained to the stand...

She told officers | there was a bomb, all right?

We believe she's working | with the sniper.

The man on the ground out there, | is a reporter with KNBS.

Bill Tollman, | the senator's son.

We believe shot.

We have a confirmed fatality | in a parking structure back here.

We don't have enough | information on that yet,

but we can't rule out terrorists, | militia, or just a basic nutcase.

We're going to block | 5th to 10th, Olive to Berry.

We've got at least 20 buildings | to evacuate.

We're thin on manpower.

Use uniforms to back you up.

All right? | Be safe, gentlemen. Let's go.

Swat member:
| Captain.

We've got no location | on the shooter,

No I.D. on the woman. | We've got backup coming in.

We're set up in the garage | back here.

Somebody shut them down. | Jesus.

Clear the media back, please.

We are live.

The drama continues | in downtown LA,

where we apparently have | a fatal shooting of an officer,

here at the corner | of Grace and 9th.

Liberty:
Is your wife going | to be tuning in?

(laughs) | No.

But I guarantee | your husband's watching.

Back to you, Dennis.

(laughs)

My husband.

My husband's on the way | to the airport by now.

He will be unreachable | for comment.

Why'd you marry him?

I thought he could save | my father's company.

It was a bad idea.

I even thought I loved him.

Should we do a shield rescue | for the guy on the ground?

No. It's too risky until | we find out where the shooter is.

Poor bastard's gonna | bleed out.

I want all traffic locked down

from 5th to 9th.

Yeah, that's done already.

Who's the negotiator on call?

John's going to be here | in 10 minutes, Captain.

Joe, more death isn't going | to make the guns disappear,

it's not going to bring | your daughter back.

I'm begging you.

Oh. Liberty.

Tiananmen Square | boiled down to one man,

standing in front of a tank, | that couldn't move or shoot.

Because human dignity | was stronger

than steel or bullets.

It changed a nation.

That was a completely | different situation.

Joe:
What's the difference?

We've got gated communities,

security systems, and kids | carrying combat weapons,

all because most people

haven't even | read the 2nd amendment.

So,

our freedom of speech,

is protected,

as long as we don't piss off | a guy with a gun.

Liberty:
I'm not brave enough | to take a bullet for my country.

Joe:
| You underestimate yourself.

The one thing | that guarantees our freedom,

and independence, | is responsibility.

We lost that somewhere between | Vietnam and presidential blowj*bs.

Joe:
Many of the Fathers | of the Constitution...

had slaves, | but they wrote a document,

about freedom.

Go figure.

So you see, | things are meant to change.

We're all grown up now.

So are you, Liberty.

I think you've figured out

there's no such thing

as a politically correct gun.

I'll say all | that to the press.

But please turn | this bomb off, Joe.

I don't know what to do next.

It feels like | this whole thing was a dream.

I should have told | you before, but I...

What do we do now?

Joe:
Huh.

The cops have...

G.36's.

Did you make that deal too?

It was more of a donation.

I'll bet that you were a hero.

We got a big luncheon,

key to the city, | may or in my pocket,

You make it sound so easy. | If you've got the cash flow,

a little planning | goes a long way.

Joe:
Did they know | you had just sold 26 stripped down

P.99's that went | straight to the streets?

I guess it was one of those | an. Eye. For. An. Eye deals.

It's easy to get lost | in a deal.

I know it's not an excuse.

This is a perfect | f***ing nightmare.

127 locations | for an a**hole with a gun.

We've got a cell phone | we can't bust into,

and a bomb next | to a theater.

Anybody picking up | in there yet?

J ust voicemail. | F***ing voicemail.

Joe:
Well...

the shooter is back.

Who's he work for?

Your husband | or the CIA?

Liberty:
| Whoever's got the cash.

(helicopter)

Who's the cowboy | in the chopper?

Get him higher, | he's surveillance.

I don't want him | landing on the f***ing rooftop.

Okay, you guys, | let's get in here.

Let's get | into the theater.

I should have told you | before, but I...

What do we do now?

It's up to you.

Do you still love me?

Of course I do.

How about you?

Of course.

It won't make | a bit of difference.

(clapping)

How full is the theater?

It's the last performance.

(clapping)

I figure 10 | to clear the building,

Officer:
Copy that. | No one exits the front door.

Hold until we've cleared | all rear exits.

(sirens)

Senator Tollman's son | was just shot,

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