Liberty Stands Still Page #7

Hope you're impressed | with your life.

Grace and 9th.

Sure about that, sir? | Grace and 9th!

You've got it.

Officer:
Shooter's still out here. | Wilford: Sh*t, take cover fast.

The sniper is shooting | at our guys on the ground.

How many down?

No report yet.

Over headset:
| Luke, it's Mac. We have the shooter.

We've got the guy on the roof.

Nobody moves until we get | more information. Understood?

Hail Mary, full of grace,

the Lord is with thee,

blessed art thou amongst women,

blessed is the fruit | of thy womb Jesus...

Mac:
Looks like | we've got a problem up here.

It's not the sniper.

Well, who the f*** is he? | Why is he shooting?

No report yet.

...pray for us sinners, | now and at the hour of our death.

Amen.

Chuck says he's talking | the gold star clearance.

CIA?

Jesus, get him down here | if he's still breathing.

Joe,

what is enough?

Are you begging for lives?

Yes.

Where are the shots coming from?

My guys are thinking the brick, | maybe the concrete.

I'm thinking higher than the...

Way too much information. | Status on backup?

Woman:
It's probably a hoax.

I think it has something | to do with her husband.

Russell's been playing with fire.

Now, don't be jealous, dear.

Woman:
| Oh, f*** off.

Victor knew your voice.

Is this some kind of setup?

Come on, now think hard | and you'll get it all figured out.

What the f*** do you mean, think?

Liberty:
| Come on, come clean.

You've taken my life, | you owe me that much.

If I'm CIA or FBl,

then I went through all of this

because someone very high up | wants a lot of visibility.

Liberty:
Okay, okay, | it was a stupid thought.

Look, you can't write this off | to be some big conspiracy.

That's gonna confuse | the f*** out of all of them.

Think. Think about how | you're doing on the scoreboard.

It's not like I woke up | one day and said,

"Wow, it's great to be | in the lethal weapons business."

It's like the guy on the corner

who sells newspapers, | it's what I do.

What else am I gonna do? | Be the boss!

It's your life, isn't it?

If the idea was | for me to see God,

you've achieved it.

I mean, I pray ed, for Christ's sake.

To the parking garage. | Let's assemble in there. Let's go!

When my daughter was killed, | my wife came apart.

We met the parents | of the kid who did it.

His father...

cried.

And he told us that | he had taught his son

how to use a gun safely.

Never saw it coming.

I wanted to kill that kid.

Then I wanted to kill the father.

But...

here I am instead.

I like you.

This is no way to die.

For us there's | no other way out.

I thought about this | for a long time.

Bomb squad wants us | to move further back.

Captain, it's Victor Wallace | on the line.

Nobody move.

Victor, Hank here.

Hank?

Jesus Christ.

Hank:
| Do you know what this is about?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

I don't believe you.

We found a guy on the roof | shooting at her. He looked CIA.

Did you get him? | No, somebody else shot him.

The guy we've got is not the sniper | or maybe he's one of them.

My ass is | hanging out here, Victor.

I need you to tell me | what's going on.

What's going on? | We're dealing with a nutcase.

That's what's going on.

Yeah, or terrorists buying time.

It's only been half an hour | and the press is still stacking up.

I'm five minutes away.

This action may be connected | to the recent lawsuit

filed by seven | of the largest gunmakers,

alleging that efforts | by government to impose

gun safety measures, | amounts to a conspiracy

that violates constitutional | guarantees of free trade.

Wallace's company, McCloud Guns,

is at the center of this controversy

by refusing to become signatory | to any government proposal

that legislates more controls.

Man:
| Thanks for that breaking news.

Now on the international...

31 cities and countries | have brought charges against

manufacturers claiming | they're not doing enough

to keep guns out of the | hands of children and criminals.

Apparently, Wallace is | staging a high. Stakes protest

against the very industry

that made her family | famous in America.

Back to you, Dennis.

We're in the final stretch, Liberty.

So,

what's your plan?

I don't want to die.

I don't want to die.

I don't want any one else | to die because of me, Joe.

Me neither.

You know,

the NRA is just gonna | spin this and say it's because

of people like you | that we need to be armed.

Well, I was an honest | law. Abiding citizen.

By that definition | I deserve to be armed.

And I was acting | out against the oppression

of our freedom.

There it is.

(car horns honking; | helicopters overhead)

Joe:
You know, | I first saw you in Jerusalem.

About three y ears ago.

You must have made | a hell of a deal.

'Cause they were | kissing your ass.

Did I meet you? | Nope.

I did business | with Victor, though.

On behalf of the Saudis.

It seems he likes | to sell on all sides.

We met in our early days.

Seriously flawed | mission to Columbia.

I saved his life.

(chuckles)

How funny.

I saved the life of the man | that killed my daughter.

Joe...

(car horn blares)

Thanks, Barry.

I don't feel good about this.

(deep exhale)

Death isn't as ex citing | as I thought it would be.

Excuse me, please.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, | I'm Victor Wallace.

Sir, you can't | come through here.

I'm the husband, | you f***ing moron.

Woman:
| Sir, just one question!

Don't talk to me.

Woman:
Has this play ed | into McCloud's position

on gun safety legislation?

This has absolutely nothing to do | with McCloud Industries.

These are the actions | of an insane man.

And my wife | is a wonderful woman.

She's a wonderful woman.

Victor, you can't go out there. | I just want to let her see me.

Why?

'Cause I think I know | who this guy is.

And I think I can | get her out of this.

Whatever you're thinking,

I can't let... | This is my problem.

Don't make me | make problems for you.

Be good to the car.

I said the car.

Liberty!

Victor.

(cell phone rings)

Hey, Alex.

Well, here we are again,

in the kill zone. | What can I do for you?

I remember the day | you wept like a baby

while I promised | not to let you die.

Okay, okay, | you saved my life, yeah.

Wasn't I thankful enough then?

Well, thanks again.

I mean it.

Victor... | But I have a feeling that...

what's really expected of me

is some sort of big, | public confession.

Am I right? | What am I supposed to say?

Joe, don't do it.

That...

that really shiny one | that I have is actually for...

for leading a bunch | of men to their death?

Is that what | I'm supposed to say?

Come on.

Alex, it's a war.

That's the kind of stuff | that happens.

You think I'm proud of it? | I didn't ask for the medal.

Your death is gonna | mean something.

But my daughter's...

won't.

Joe, don't do it.

Liberty:
| Don't do it!

Liberty:
Don't! | Christ, he's been hit.

Officer:
| Get him out of here!

Get him inside fast!

Come on, pick him up! | Move!

Let's go! Let's go!

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