Nick of Time Page #17

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MYSTERY MAN:

It's academic now. She had to be

killed.

MR. SMITH

What were you going to do, Brendan?

Lock her in a closet? You're in the

f***ing kitchen now. Get used to the

heat. He's been seen all over the

hotel, looking like some Loony Tunes.

We even got him on video. It'll work.

Don't worry about it.

GENE stirs on the floor.

MYSTERY MAN:

(about GENE) Is he awake?

MR. SMITH

Yeah.

He yanks GENE to his feet.

BRENDAN GRANT:

Oh Great. Why don't we just give him

our home phone numbers while we're

at it?

MR. SMITH

It doesn't matter what he hears.

He pulls GENE over to the bathroom door. Throws it open.

GENE reacts to what he sees within.

MR. SMITH

That's what it looks like. She was

alive a minute ago. Now she's dead.

Because you wouldn't do what I told

you to do.

MYSTERY MAN:

Get going. You've only got a few

minutes to pull it together.

MR. SMITH takes GENE out of the suite into the hall. The

door closes. Brendan, the Mystery Man and Officer Trust are

alone BRENDAN GRANT I don't know if we should go through

with this.

MYSTERY MAN:

It's too late for that.

BRENDAN GRANT:

There is a dead woman on my bathroom

floor!

MYSTERY MAM:

What about it? She's Eleanor's

assistant and they will have been

shot with the same gun, by the same

lunatic. Some, anonymous loser who

went over the edge.

BRENDAN GRANT:

(breathing easier)

Only thing better would be if he

were a postal worker.

OFFICER TRUST:

He won't be doing any work once I

get through with him.

MYSTERY MAN:

And in a few months you're in the

Governor's mansion. The people'd

make you king of California if they

could.

BRENDAN GRANT laughs.

INT. HALLWAY - DAY - 12:57PM

OFFICER TRUST exits from the room and engages the HALL OFFICER

in conversation down the hall. GENE and MR. SMITH turns the

other way, walk. In an undertone:

GENE:

I'm not stupid.. I know how this is

supposed, to work.

MR. SMITH

Do you now, Mr. Watson?

GENE:

I kill her - and you kill me.

MR. SMITH

Keep your voice down.

GENE:

Even if you don't, Her Security men

will.

INT. TWENTY-FIFTH FLOOR - ELEVATOR FOYER - DAY - 12:58PM

They reach the elevator. MR. SMITH punches the button. GENE

turns on him.

GENE:

How am I supposed to get away?

MR. SMITH

That's not my problem, Mr. Watson

He gets out the walkie-talkie, keys it.

MR. SMITH

(into the walkie-talkie)

Come back.

GENE:

How do I know you won't kill my

daughter once I'm gone?

MR. SMITH

(into the walkie-talkie)

Come Back....F***ing Radio.

MR. SMITH is getting nothing but static. He angrily keys

off, hisses at GENE:

MR.SMITH

I told you she'd be alright, if you

do your job.

GENE:

And I'm supposed to trust you?

MR. SMITH

What choice do you have?

The elevator doors open. MR. SMITH gestures graciously.

MR. SMITH

After you.

INT. "BLUE" ELEVATOR - DAY - 12:58PM

They step into the elevator. Stare at each other. The doors

close. MR. SMITH erupts. He grabs GENE slams him into the

outside window. GENE's face is smashed into the glass by MR.

SMITH'S shoulder. His body presses GENE against the glass

wall and he speaks, his mouth an inch from GENE's ear.

MR. SMITH

Look out there! You see the van?

The van can be seen below on Flower Street.

MR. SMITH

You see it?!

WHAM! He slams GENE's head against the window. He lifts up

the walkie-talkie.

MR. SMITH

Come back.

MS. JONES (V.O.)

(filtered)

Yeah.

MR. SMITH

Do it!

He jabs the walkie-talkie next to GENE's ear.

LYNN (V.O.)

(filtered)

Daddy...?

And then a scream. The horrible sound of a little girl in

terrible pain. It cuts through GENE like a stab in the heart.

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