Militia Page #4

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BACK TO:

NOAH:

I don't...I don't know.

Noah keeps from crumbling under the weight of his uncertainty.

We now see him shed a bit of his uncertain demeanor with

Gannon. Gannon stays matter of fact. Level. Honest and calm.

GANNON:

Are there any others inside?

NOAH:

Any other what?

GANNON:

Any other moles in this militia?

NOAH:

I don't know, I don't think so. But

I don't know for sure. I don't know

where anyone is, or what the hell

happened-

GANNON:

Relax.

19.

NOAH:

I am relaxed.

No he isn't. Gannon reaches into his pocket. Pulls out another

CELL PHONE. Noah's eyes LIGHT up.

NOAH (CONT'D)

Wait, what are you, what are you

doing? You can't have that-

GANNON:

It's a burner, it's off. But when I

turn it on-

NOAH:

--You can't do that-

GANNON:

--The signal's gonna get traced and

the cops'll be here in ten minutes--

NOAH:

--Yeah but Gannon, don't-

GANNON:

I'm gonna turn it on. I'm gonna call

the cops. And I'm gonna tell them

you did it.

Beat.

NOAH:

What? What are you talking about?

GANNON:

Giving you up gets you out of here.

NOAH:

But-

GANNON:

--I don't care. If the cops wanted

to send you in here like some bet,

keeping an eye on a f***ing backwoods

militia, then they can take a loss.

I'm sending you back to them, and

once you're out, you get confirmed

with your superior as undercover.

Okay?

Noah's face visibly quakes at the mention of his superior.

Gannon puts his thumb on the POWER BUTTON of the cell phone...

NOAH:

Wait, wait, wait. Stop-

20.

GANNON:

--Noah, we don't have time to-

NOAH:

--He was there.

Gannon's thumb stops...

GANNON:

Who?

NOAH:

Marlowe. My superior. The only guy

who knew I was undercover. They said

his name over the radio.

(beat)

He was at the funeral. He's gone.

You turn me over to them and they'll

kill me just like they would you. I

can't go back.

Gannon's face DROPS. He looks down at the phone's power

button. Takes a deep breath and nods. Puts the phone away.

GANNON:

Did he have a second in command?

NOAH:

Yeah. At the 47th precinct. Kowalski.

GANNON:

You have a distress call if you needed

extraction?

NOAH:

'Hotel Charlie Echo.' You just call

and say it twice.

GANNON:

And would Kowalski know that?

NOAH:

I don't know. I don't know if Marlowe

told Kowalski stuff like that.

GANNON:

It's worth a shot.

(beat)

Whoever did it, I'm going to find

out. I'm going to prove it and I'm

going to get you out of here. No

matter what. You got it?

Noah can barely say it. Eyes are full.

21.

GANNON (CONT'D)

Gimme a nod.

Almost against his will, Noah nods.

GANNON (CONT'D)

There ya go.

NOAH:

Make sure they confess on tape

somehow. Otherwise we'll have nothing.

GANNON:

I know what I'm doin'.

INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

Gannon stands in front of the militia members. Each one awaits

his words like a sentencing. Olsen stares at Gannon, waiting.

GANNON:

I got it down to two.

OLSEN:

Then pick two.

Gannon looks at MORRIS...

GANNON:

Him.

MORRIS:

This a f***in' joke right? I've been

standing here this whole f***in'

time and you're gonna start tellin'

me what I'm-

GANNON:

-If you got nothin' to hide, got

nothin' to worry about.

OLSEN:

Okay. You said 'two.'

Gannon switches to: KEATING. The militia looks at the mute.

GANNON:

Keating.

MORRIS:

The f***ing mute?

Gannon looks at Beckmann...

22.

GANNON:

Take Morris to the basement. Tie him

to a chair.

Beckmann moves to Morris...

MORRIS:

Put a hand on me and I'm gonna pull

you in by it and crush your skull.

Beckmann stops. Looks back at Gannon.

BECKMANN:

Can someone else do this?

Gannon pulls the SIG SAUER from the back of his jeans. Hands

it to Hubbel.

GANNON:

Stay ten feet behind him. Keep it

aimed at his chest in case he turns.

Morris looks at Gannon. FUMING. Turns and walks toward the

BASEMENT DOOR. Hubbel follows Morris, ten feet behind him,

GUN POINTED at his chest. Gannon turns his gaze to Keating...

GANNON (CONT'D)

Make this easy on me, Keating.

Keating sits in one of the eight chairs. Makes no fuss. Gannon

grabs ROPE from an aisle's end. Begins TYING him to the chair.

OLSEN:

(to Beckmann)

And take Noah out back.

Gannon STOPS tying. Looks at Noah. Then turns to Olsen...

GANNON:

I didn't say Noah.

Noah looks BACK AND FORTH between Gannon and Olsen. His

uncertain demeanor back and heightened...

NOAH:

But, but I was at the range. I said

earlier I was at the range-

OLSEN:

--Yeah, I thought about that. Except

the range is twenty minutes away.

You got here ten minutes after I

called you. So where were you?

23.

NOAH:

I was at the range. I swear.

Gannon turns to Olsen. Seeing there's no way around this.

GANNON:

You sure about this?

OLSEN:

You really in the position to be

questioning me, Gannon?

Gannon can only stare down Olsen for so long without

attempting to usurp his authority. Olsen looks to BECKMANN...

OLSEN (CONT'D)

When you're done, rig the thermal

lamp outside. Need eyes on the road.

BECKMANN:

Got it. Does that foreman of yours

still fish? Would his gear be here?

OLSEN:

Does that really matter right now?

BECKMANN:

I can hack a fish finder to pick up

radio signals. We'd know if anyone

with a CB is coming near us. Like...a

cop for example.

OLSEN:

Check his office.

Beckmann takes Noah toward the back door..

GANNON:

Wait...

Beckmann STOPS. Gannon hands Beckmann a piece of PAPER.

GANNON (CONT'D)

When you're on the CB, if you hear

'Kowalski' come in on the radio...

(re:
paper)

You say that to him. Twice. He's an

old friend.

Beckmann reads the paper. Then looks up at Gannon.

BECKMANN:

And this means...?

Gannon stares right into Beckmann.

24.

GANNON:

It means I've got the situation under

control, and stand down. Now.

Beckmann looks at Olsen for approval. Olsen nods. Noah stares

at Gannon. Gannon nods barely at him.

Beckmann nods, then takes Noah toward the OUTSIDE DOOR. Olsen

stands next to Gannon. Stares right into him.

OLSEN:

Get goin'.

Gannon turns to the open BASEMENT door. Pitch BLACKNESS. He

looks back at Olsen...

GANNON:

Anybody got a tape recorder?

INT. LUMBER WAREHOUSE BASEMENT - NIGHT

A massive basement. LACQUER BARRELS, TOOL CHESTS and FORKLIFT

TIRES line the walls. Broken fluorescents on the ceiling.

Rows of cathedral like PILLARS and support beams hold up the

warehouse floor above. In the CENTER of the room:

Morris sits in an aluminum chair. Hands TIED.

We follow Gannon down the stairs. Hubbel waits at the bottom.

GANNON:

You carry that deer to your truck on

your own?

Hubbel nods.

GANNON (CONT'D)

Then carry it down here.

Gannon starts toward Morris. Hubbel watches a moment, then

ascends the stairs.

Morris's eyes TWITCH with rage as Gannon approaches. Closer

and closer. Hate BUILDING behind his pupils with every step.

Gannon gets to Morris. Stands over him. Asserting dominance.

The two of them locked in a stare like DOGS in a underground

fight, held back by nothing but a RIPPING leash...

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