Lou Page #12

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66.

Philip’s muscles stain as he quickly pulls up the playhouse.

It scrapes against the rock, leaving a trail of bright pink

paint in its wake.

INATOMI (O.S) (CONT’D)

This last time he escaped, he

smashed a guy’s face in beyond

recognition. The coroner I.D.’ed

based on the jumpsuit. Which was

Philip’s. Only, you guessed it, it

wasn’t him. Needless to say, he’s

not the type of guy you’d want your

kid around.

Philip pulls the house over the cliff’s edge and opens the

door. Vee leaps out, JUMPING INTO PHILIP’S ARMS, HUGGING HIM.

EXT. LOU’S BACKYARD - CONTINUOUS

Rankin throws his coffee cup on the ground, pointing his

finger at Inatomi.

RANKIN:

I don’t know who Lou is but I do

know when a guy like that wants

everyone to where he’s going, he

knows exactly what he’s doing.

Those ladies need our help. But I’m

not sure they need the help you

guys intend to give them. Get your

director, commander, whoever you

report to, on the phone. Now.

BERRY:

(softly)

You still want me to shoot him,

Boss?

Rankin shakes his head, walking back toward Lou’s house.

RANKIN:

Shoot him, don’t shoot him. I don’t

really care. Accidents happen all

the time. But let him make that

phone call first.

Inatomi looks nervously at Berry. Berry WINKS at him.

BERRY:

Don’t worry. I’m not gonna shoot

you.

Inatomi relaxes. Berry’s hand jumps back to his gun.

67.

BERRY (CONT’D)

Or am I?

EXT. WOODS (LOU/HANNAH) - DAY

Hannah, Lou and Jax pass through a dense underbrush. Branches

grab at their clothes. Their pace is methodical but steady.

There’s a break in the clouds and a beam of SUNLIGHT falls

directly in front of Hannah. She steps into it, the light

warms her face. It feels good.

Up ahead, Lou continues walking when Jax starts WHIMPERING

and CIRCLING her. He pushes his body against her legs. Lou

looks down at him.

LOU:

Sh*t. You sure?

Jax continues to block her path, SITTING in front of her.

LOU (CONT’D)

Damn it.

SUDDENLY, Lou clutches her chest in pain and stumbles

forward, collapsing onto the ground. Expecting this, Jax does

his best to break her fall.

Hannah opens her eyes. Sees Lou on the ground.

HANNAH:

Lou? Are you tired?

(beat, realizing)

Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy.

Hannah runs to Lou.

LOU:

(gasping)

Pocket!

Hannah’s hand moves to her own breast-pocket.

LOU (CONT’D)

Idiot. My pocket.

Hannah pats Lou down, finding a PRESCRIPTION BOTTLE. She

opens it and shakes out a SNAPCAP VIAL of AMYL NITRATE, an

upper used for heart arrhythmia.

LOU (CONT’D)

Break it. Under my nose.

Hannah obeys, SNAPPING THE CAP. Lou inhales deeply.

68.

-LOU’S POV:
Time slows. Colors intensify. THE WORLD SURGES.

Lou sits up, revived, too revived. She grabs Hannah by the

shirt, pulling her so close their faces nearly touch.

LOU (CONT’D)

Listen to me.

HANNAH:

Okay.

LOU:

You listening?

HANNAH:

Yeah, yeah, I’m listening.

LOU:

You need to keep looking for beauty

in the world. Pure, true beauty,

hidden beneath the muck and filth

of humanity. If you wipe it all

away, you’ll find a diamond created

by the weight of our general

malady. I’ll help you find your

diamond -- we’ll preserve it, if

only for an instant, to remind

ourselves of what is good.

HANNAH:

(whispering)

That sounds awesome.

LOU:

Vee will be our diamond. She will

be what makes it all worth it

because without these moments of

purity, you have nothing. Do you

understand?

HANNAH:

I’m not sure.

Lou continues, undeterred.

LOU:

I’ve been lost, Hannah. But not

now. My mission is clear. I will

finally make things right. For you

and Vee, I’m going to make them

right.

Lou SPRINGS to her feet. Jax BARKS excitedly. Hannah,

shocked, remains kneeling.

69.

LOU (CONT’D)

Let’s go!

Hannah looks at Lou’s prescription bottle still in her hand,

amazed by its capabilities. Then she looks at Lou.

HANNAH:

What just happened?

LOU:

Ticker’s not what it used to be.

Lou bends down and snatches the orange bottle from Hannah’s

hand, tucking it back into her pocket.

INT. LOUNGE (SAN JUAN AIRPORT) - EARLY EVENING

Rankin and Inatomi sit by the terminal window. A LARGE EARLY

MODEL CELL PHONE stands on the table between them.

The carnage at the airport is visible through the glass as

are HALF DOZEN FBI AGENTS, shooting the sh*t, waiting for

orders.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER (O.S.)

Why the hell am I on speaker phone?

RANKIN:

Ma'am? It’s Rankin here.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER (O.S.)

Who are you?

RANKIN:

San Juan Police Chief.

INATOMI:

Ma’am, we’re just hoping to have a

better understanding of our plan so

we can assess how to best help you.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER (O.S)

And who the hell are you?

INATOMI:

Assistant Special Agent Inatomi, I-

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER (O.S.)

The kayaker.

INATOMI:

Correct, the kayaker.

70.

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER (O.S.)

We’re wrapping this thing up

tomorrow. You can help by making

sure no one goes into those woods.

RANKIN:

Not to be contradictory but I’d

like to go into the woods. Now. Get

those women back safe and sound.

(pushing)

If that’s the end goal.

Beat. Warner doesn’t answer. Maybe it’s a bad connection.

Inatomi moves to fidget with the phones antenna when-

SPECIAL AGENT WARNER (O.S.)

What else would the end goal be?

INTERCUT WITH:

INT. WARNER’S OFFICE (FBI SEATTLE DIVISION) - CONTINUOUS

Warner’s desk is covered in files with bright red TOP SECRET

STAMPS on them. She picks up a 9 X 11 photograph from one of

the files, WINCING at whatever she sees on it.

RANKIN (O.S.)

That’s what I’d like to know.

Because there’s this one detail

that keeps pestering me -- why’d

he’d blow up the airport? I’ve been

thinking on it and the only thing I

can figure is, Philip wanted us to

make a connection. He knew I’d call

the FBI about an explosion at an

airport. And once I saw the blown

up cars, I’d lead you right to him.

So then I asked myself, why would

he want the FBI on his trail?

Warner sets down the photo, giving Rankin her full attention.

INT. LOUNGE (SAN JUAN AIRPORT) - CONTINUOUS

Inatomi looks at Rankin. It’s beginning to dawn on him that

Rankin may be on to something.

RANKIN:

Well, Philip wouldn’t want the FBI

here just so he could get caught.

Where’s the point in that? So then

it struck me. Philip knows you

don’t want to catch him. He knows

you’re going to do something else.

(MORE)

71.

RANKIN (CONT'D)

So I’m going to ask again, what’s

the end goal? What is going to

happen in those woods?

Agent Warner leans toward the phone.

AGENT WARNER:

Stay. The. F***. Out. Of. The.

Woods. That’s an order.

INATOMI:

Okay! Thank you ma’am -- I want to

say it’s been a pleasure-

Warner picks up the phone on her desk and SLAMS it back down,

hanging up.

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