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Irv

There’s no way around it?

CRIS:

The best I can do is stay away from

all of ‘em.

Irv shakes his head with sympathy for Cris’ plight.

IRV:

In that case, you’ve gotta leave

the country.

CRIS:

I know, I know, but there’s

something I gotta do first.

26.

IRV:

What?

Cris doesn’t answer. His gaze is distant.

IRV:

Cris?

Cris focuses.

CRIS:

She’s coming here. The Fed.

IRV:

You gotta go?

Cris thinks. Shakes his head.

CRIS:

Let’s play it out.

Int. Irv’s kitchen - day

Cris makes a lamb roast, studding it with cloves of garlic.

CRIS:

I’ve got the place all picked out.

It’s called Palau. Three hundred

teeny islands in the South Pacific.

(places roast in pan)

Nothing ever happens there, so

there’s nothing to foresee.

IRV:

Then what the hell are you waiting

for?

Cris puts the roasting pan in the oven.

CRIS:

Her.

IRV:

Who?

CRIS:

I haven’t met her yet.

IRV:

Then find somebody else!

27.

CRIS:

It has to be her.

IRV:

What’s so special about this one?

CRIS:

She’s the mother of my child.

Irv stops shuffling the cards.

IRV:

I thought you were shooting blanks.

CRIS:

I guess the doctors were wrong.

IRV:

I don’t mean to be indelicate, my

friend, but how do you know the

little bastard is yours?

CRIS:

He’s got my thing.

IRV:

Your thing?

Cris holds up his hand, revealing that the skin between his

two middle fingers is webbed a little higher than normal.

CRIS:

My thing.

IRV:

I still don’t understand why you

never got that fixed.

Cris laughs...then suddenly stops.

cris

She’s here.

He walks to the door and opens it to discover Ferris standing

there, with her finger about to press the doorbell.

CRIS:

Agent Ferris, come in.

She regards Cris with appreciation.

28.

FERRIS:

One step ahead of the game.

cRIS

Always.

She enters. Tries not to be intimidated by his ability or

appearance. Sees Irv, watching them.

Ferris

Is there some place we can speak

privately?

CRIS:

Let’s go in the kitchen. I’ve got a

roast in the oven.

IrV

No, you two stay here. I’ll watch

the food.

Once out of Ferris’ eyeline, Irv queries Cris with his hand

in the shape of a gun. Cris shakes his head, then turns to

Ferris - and waits for her to begin.

FERRIS:

You’re wasting your life, Cris. You

have the most amazing talent, and

you’re running from it.

CRIS:

Yeah, people say I could have been

a chef.

Ferris

Don’t be cute. There’s too much at

stake here.

Her gravity anchors him.

FERRIS:

Now if you say that man in the

liquor store was going to shoot

five people, I believe you. Why

else would you kill a stranger?

Cris guards his reaction.

FERRIS:

But no good deed goes unpunished,

eh?

(MORE)

29.

FERRIS (cont'd)

And that’s how it’s going to be in

this world. People will either hate

you or want to exploit you.

CRIS:

Everyone but you, of course.

FERRIS:

I can fix your legal problems. More

importantly, I can give you a

chance to use your gift.

CRIS:

Trust me, it’s better if I don’t.

It’s better if I just mind my own

business.

Ferris looks at him, disapproving.

FERRIS:

I’ll be honest with you, Cris.

That’s not an option. Your country

needs you. And if we don’t grab

you, somebody else will.

CRIS:

Nobody’s grabbed me yet.

Ferris

You’re up against more powerful

forces now.

She lets that sink in.

FERRIS:

I’d like you to come with me for

some testing. Would you be willing

to do that?

Cris’s expression grows dark. He looks at Ferris accusingly,

then BOLTS away, toward the KITCHEN.

FERRIS:

Where are you going?

Cris covers his eyes and dives to the floor as STUN GRENADES

shatter windows and explode with a FLASH.

FERRIS:

(temporarily blinded)

Sh*t! Cavanaugh!

Gas grenades follow.

30.

Cris scrambles to his feet as a NEVADA POLICE SWAT TEAM

bursts through windows and doors, wearing gas masks and

goggles, scanning with laser-guided rifles. They find Cris,

dashing for the back door. Open fire.

Cris tumbles, dodges a few bullets, then takes a hit in the

shoulder, the back, the leg. Staggers forward. Absorbs dozens

of bullets.

Falls.

Lies there.

Dying.

Cavanaugh steps up to deliver the final shot.

SNAPBACK TO:

Int. Irv’s house / living room - an hour AGO

IRV:

In that case, you’ve gotta leave

the country.

CRIS:

I know, I know, I’ve got the place

picked out. But there’s something

I’ve gotta do first.

IRV:

What?

Cris doesn’t answer. His gaze is distant.

IRV:

Cris?

Cris focuses.

CRIS:

I have to go.

IRV:

You just got here.

CRIS:

I know, but they’re coming for me.

Cris takes the pack of cash he got from Guy, pulls out more

than half the bills, and sets them on a table.

31.

CRIS:

This is for nurses and stuff, to

make things a little easier.

IRV:

You’re gonna need it.

Cris shakes his head and embraces Irv.

CrIS

You’re the only one I could trust.

Ever.

They’re both choked up.

IRV:

I don’t suppose you’ve discovered

any last minute escape for me?

CRIS:

I looked, Irv, I really did. I went

down every path, every treatment.

Sometimes there’s just no...

IRV:

It’s okay. It’s okay...Now I can

relax.

A last look.

Ext. irv’s street - dAY

Cris’ approaches his parked Camaro with his key out.

CAVANAUGH and SIX TROOPERS spring from hiding, guns trained

on him.

Camera pans to cris

In Irv’s back yard, watching this scene.

Ext. ALLEY BEHIND IRV’S HOUSE - day

A State Trooper keeps watch, smoking. When he steps on the

butt, Cris enters the frame in the background. When the

Trooper turns to a wall to piss, Cris crosses the alley,

unseen. When Cris passes out of frame, the Trooper finishes,

unaware of what he has missed.

32.

Ext. outskirts of vegas - night

A Route 66-vintage highway with stop lights and tawdry

commercial development. Cris stands on the shoulder, thumbing

a ride. Cars and trucks pass without stopping.

FAST FOWARD through endless traffic until an OLD CHEVROLET

pulls over. Cris checks his watch. It’s 8:23.

Snapback TO:

SIDE OF THE ROAD

Chris checks his watch. It’s 7:57.

Cris

(to himself)

Twenty-four minutes.

He looks around. Sees a donut shop. Heads toward it.

Int. Irv’s house - night

Cavanaugh’s State Troopers, guns drawn, are searching the

place on a hair-trigger, ready to blow away anything that

moves.

FERRIS:

I need him alive, Cavanaugh. Even

if he resists.

CAVANAUGH:

Yes, ma’am.

She points to Cavanaugh’s troopers.

FERRIS:

Tell them.

As Cavanaugh grudingly walks off to deliver the message, Irv

approaches Ferris.

Irv

You’ll never catch him. He knows

what you’re gonna do to him.

FERRIS:

That’s very helpful information.

She walks off, leaving Irv to regret he opened his mouth.

33.

Int. donut shop - night

Cris steps in. Goes to the counter.

CrIS

Medium coffee, black, and a glazed.

As he waits, he sees a vague REFLECTION in the GLASS DISPLAY

CASE:
a SQUARE CROSS, coming into focus.

Puzzled, Cris looks up and around to see the object that’s

being reflected. He can’t find it. Cris turns back to the

display case, but the reflection is gone. The DONUT GIRL

gives him his order.

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