Men in Black Page #4

He spots the Perp, sailing east on Forty-first Street.

EDWARDS:

Dammit, man, you're making me sweat

up my gear!

Edwards spots one of those New York Post delivery trucks,

the kind with the open back door, rumbling by. He runs and

jumps into the back.

EXT. FIFTH AVENUE - NIGHT

THE PERP, meanwhile, is running at top speed, when Edwards

glides into frame, leaning off the back of the truck.

EDWARDS:

Yo, man, your luck just ran out.

He leaps from the back of the moving truck and tackles the

Perp.

The Perp, now straddled by Edwards, is terrified.

PERP:

He's coming! He's coming!

EDWARDS:

And when he gets here, I'll kick his

ass too.

Edwards is about to slap the cuffs on him, when the Perp

blinks. Nothing unusual about that, but then another set of

translucent, milky white eyelids, underneath his regular

eyelids, blinks also.

Edwards is thrown for a moment, which is all the time the

Perp needs to pull out...

His WEAPON, which is the strangest looking gun you've ever

seen. Reacting quickly, Edwards bats it out of the Perp's

hand.

THE WEAPON smashes into the stone wall surrounding Central

Park and SHATTERS into a million pieces.

EDWARDS:

What the...

WHOMP! The Perp kicks him in the nuts, then scrambles to his

feet and takes off again. Edwards staggers after him, in

pain.

The Perp leaps over a moving car, towards the GUGGENHEIM

MUSEUM. Edwards tries to follow, but a bus pulls in front of

him. After it passes, the Perp is gone.

EXT. GUGGENHEIM MUSEUM -- NIGHT

Edwards runs over to the Museum, leans over the wall that

surrounds it, and in the next instant...

The Perp flies past him, having leapt from twenty feet down

to the top of the Guggenheim. He scrambles up and over the

ledge.

Edward reacts. He runs to the front door of the Museum, shoots

it open and runs inside.

He runs from the rotunda up the grand ramp of the Guggenheim.

EXT. GUGGENHEIM MUSEUM - ROOF - NIGHT

On the roof, the PERP reaches the top, climbs over the edge,

and CRUNCHES to the gravel surface. He leaps to his feet and

races over to a door. It's locked.

He tugs on another. It's locked too. He pulls on a third. It

swings open --

-- revealing EDWARDS on the other side, breathing hard. He

aims his weapon at the Perp.

EDWARDS:

Wassup?

The Perp SCREAMS inhumanly and panics. He backpedals, toward

the edge of the roof.

PERP:

He's coming! He's coming because I

failed, and now he'll kill me too!

EDWARDS:

Stop!

PERP:

You don't understand. Your world is

gonna end.

But the Perp has backed right into the edge of the roof, and

now he starts to fall over. The Perp blinks.

EDWARDS:

What are you?!

The Perp looks down. He decides.

-- and he falls, SCREAMING, to his death.

CUT TO:

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - NIGHT

EDWARDS sits on one side of the table, a POLICE INSPECTOR

and a UNIFORMED SERGEANT (the one who gave up the chase and

lit a cigarette earlier), sit across from him.

INSPECTOR:

Perpetrator then blinked two sets of

eyelids. You mean blinked with both

eyes?

EDWARDS:

No, sir. He blinked once with one

set, then again with another

completely different set.

SERGEANT:

Sort of a low beam, high beam.

INSPECTOR:

Was that before or after he drew the

weapon which you claim evaporated

into a million pieces?

EDWARDS:

After, sir.

INSPECTOR:

And why do you suppose none of the

other officers saw either of these

two events?

EDWARDS:

'Cause some of the other officers

are a little soggy in the midsection.

And they couldn't keep up, sir.

SERGEANT:

Hey, Edwards, if you were half the

man I am --

EDWARDS:

What do you mean? I am half the man

you are.

SERGEANT:

What the hell is your problem?

EDWARDS:

My problem is you being all up in my

damn face all the time.

SERGEANT:

I think he threw him off the roof.

Ten minutes -- your best shot.

INSPECTOR:

(cutting off the

Sergeant)

Sergeant. I want to talk to you

outside. Now.

EDWARDS:

You need ten minutes on a Stairmaster,

you pudgy bastard.

INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - LATER - NIGHT

A woman sneaks into the room. DOCTOR LAUREL WEAVER, thirtyish,

dark-haired, dark-eyed, general aura of darkness around her,

stands above him. Laurel looks like she was just dragged out

of bed (which she was) and saw a spaceman (which she did).

She looks over her shoulder once, then whispers to him.

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