Liberty Stands Still Page #6

by the same guy | who's got Liberty.

I'm calling your husband.

Why?

(cell phone rings)

Yeah.

Who called the militia?

I want to talk | to Liberty.

Touching.

It's not one of yours?

That's not good, | Victor.

Liberty are you there?

Such a sweet name, | don't you think?

Her parents | were Republican.

I want to talk | to my wife.

I'm here.

Alive.

And on TV.

I... uh...

I know, you're doing | what you have to do.

You know who's calling | the shots?

The president's wife?

Come on.

Liberty:
No, of course not. | If it were, you'd be standing here.

I'm doing what I can, but...

You know the rules, right?

Aw, honey,

f*** you.

Liberty:
| Joe, hang up.

No, what she meant is,

why don't you let her die | with some dignity?

Get the car.

Mr. Wallace is leaving. | Yes, sir.

Man:
Right through here. | Right this way.

Through here.

Liberty:
How do you know Victor?

Classified.

Keep moving this way. | Come on, let's go!

Copy that. | Who the f*** is she?

We just I.D. 'd her, | Liberty Wallace...

the VP of McCloud, | married to the CEO,

connections up the wazoo.

Jesus Christ. | I know him. Victor.

Yeah, we're trying | to track him down right now.

Then there's no way she's | with the shooter, she's a hostage.

So I'm bait.

No, more like...

more like a showpiece.

I like your reckless side.

You travel without your body guar d,

five hours every | week and sometimes twice.

You're a little bit more | accessible and predictable

than the president's wife.

So, who's pissed off | at Victor, the president?

(sighs)

No.

It's all me this time.

I was a dad.

I'm not anymore.

Somebody's pulling your string. | Who is it?

No one.

Not now.

Never thought my skills from | my former life would ever pay off.

CIA?

Well...

that too.

Come on, | if I'm gonna die

I have the right to know | my assassin a little better.

(sighs) | I worked covert...

covert operations for the CIA.

I was in China | during Tiananmen Square,

Cuba, Panama, | and I was in Columbia...

when my daughter was killed.

(police radio chatter)

This is Captain Hank Wilford.

Could you tell us | what this is about?

I don't want any one else to die | because they're talking to me.

So, what's it gonna be?

Huh. Uh. Uh.

It's your show, baby.

J ust leave me out of this for now.

Liberty:
There's a bomb | in the hot dog cart!

It's set to blow | when my cell phone dies.

In about 15 minutes.

I'm chained to the cart.

What are the demands?

A public debate | of the 2nd amendment.

Hmm... | Liberty: Heard of it?

Go, girl.

I'd like to understand,

are there any other demands?

Can I come closer?

Any other demands?

No.

No!

Liberty,

I will kill any one who comes close.

We have no confirmation yet,

but it appears that | KNBS reporter, Bill Tollman

has been seriously hurt.

And that Liberty Wallace | of McCloud Guns

is demanding a public debate | about the constitution,

and its role | in our violent times.

She's grandstanding, | got to be militia.

Sir.

Yeah. | Yes, sir.

Yes, sir, Liberty Wallace.

You were good | under the pressure.

And the whole world | will applaud you.

Or laugh at me.

The press is the least | of my concerns at this point.

I'll try to move them back, but...

Yes, sir. | I'll move them back right away.

Thank you, sir.

Get rid of the press. | Tell them it's a safety issue.

Uptown doesn't want this thing | under a microscope.

They're gonna make a move, Joe.

They'll never disarm that bomb.

They probably already guessed that.

You won't be alone | in the final moment.

(sighs)

Status on the theater?

Somebody welded | all the side exits shut.

We've got an | entering team coming in,

but the fire department... | Is stuck in traffic.

All exits? | Yeah, our cutters won't work.

The only exit is onto the street, | and through the front door.

So in effect they're hostages.

Tell me about | your daughter again.

(sighs)

A boy at school | put a gun to her head,

and asked her

if she believed in God.

What did she say?

I don't know.

Liberty's voice:
| What did she say?

Joe's voice:
| I don't know.

Is that robot ready to go?

Officer:
| lt'll be here in 15.

Wilford:
| What about the bomb truck?

We've got one coming in from the | 48. ETA... 30 minutes.

General evacuation?

We've got a full retreat going.

We'll find this son of a b*tch. | It'll just take a little time.

Tell me about your father.

My father...

He was my hero.

(sniffles)

He was.

After he...

you know...

I had to leave school | to earn a living.

One thing led to the next.

I found my self working | in the family business

that was no longer family. Owned.

Captain, I've only got 10 guys.

We should be fine | once the 53 squad shows up.

That should be another | 10 or 12 minutes.

We're not gonna make it.

Liberty:
It's all I knew. | Along came Victor,

he was brilliant, thought he could | save my father's company.

Our first big deal | was with the Saudis.

But the Iraqis were shooting | us with our own guns.

What do people think the government | does with all those used weapons?

Melt them down? | Make little sculptures out of them?

Once we took the company | international,

suddenly we were | in a different league.

It got complicated.

Here I am.

And Russell made you feel | human again.

Liberty:
| And anonymous.

You know, | my great. Great. Grandfather,

he designed the gun that changed | the outcome of the Civil War.

(chuckles)

I grew up thinking that's | what we were still doing.

(chattering)

Officer:
| We are securing the building.

(officer speaking Spanish)

I'm really sorry | about your daughter.

Liberty:
Joe...

One less breathing | to help us tell our story.

We've got the shooter | on the roof of a building at 8 X

Victor:
I don't care | if it looks like the Russians,

or the Pakistanis, | or the Girl Scouts,

that guy's voice is American.

This is an internal thing, | get on it.

I want to know who the f*** else | is shooting at my wife.

(phone beeps)

Yeah.

Joe:
| Where are you going?

Why?

(chuckles)

The bereaved husband.

Victor:
When are you gonna | stop screwing around

and tell me what this | is all about?

You're doing it by the book:

go on a business trip;

be unavailable for comment;

touch down in Washington

for a little face time | with the client;

check the temperature.

I don't really have a whole lot | of choice, now do I?

Joe...

We know each other don't we?

Victor:
| Don't we?

You do any time | in South America?

Well, who didn't?

Victor:
None of us | really came through that

with our mental health intact, | did we?

God knows, | it took me a while

to pull my sh*t together | when I got back.

Yeah...

Yeah,

it's a mental health thing.

You talk like a company man.

Or at least, well, | you were a company man,

because they'd never go for | this kind of theatrical bullshit.

What is your beef with me?

That you'd run away | and let them take Liberty.

That you're not man enough | to stand up for your wife.

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