Nick of Time Page #2

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GENE:

Come on, you.

They start walking across the concourse, towards MR. SMITH

and MS. JONES.

GENE:

(to LYNN)

Haven't you ever seen anybody kiss

like that?

LYNN:

On TV.

GENE:

You never saw your Mom and me kiss

like that?

LYNN suddenly gets very sad. She looks at the ground, slows

down. GENE notices. He stops, crouches down to her level.

MR. SMITH and MS. JONES, nearing them, split apart, move

around them, and keep going.

GENE:

(to LYNN)

Hey, it's OK to talk about her. You

can talk about her all you want. You

know that, don't you?

LYNN nods.

GENE:

So, come on. You never saw us kiss

like that?

LYNN:

No way.

GENE:

How did you see us kiss?

LYNN gives her own hand a little peck of a kiss.

GENE:

That's it? That little peck of a

kiss? Oh, brother, you missed some

kisses.

LYNN laughs and throws herself on her dad. He holds her to

him, looks to the sky for help.. He finds himself staring at

the big clock.

12:
10.

GENE:

Ooh, I'm gonna be late. I gotta call.

INT. UNION STATION - DAY - 12:10PM

MR. SMITH and MS. JONES are making a beeline for their target:

the YOUNG KISSING COUPLE.

WHOOSH! The-ROLLERBLADING TEENS almost collide with them.

MS. JONES wants to do something about it, but MR. SMITH pulls

her along. They have a mission to complete. They close in on

the couple.

MR. SMITH

Look at 'em. He'd do anything for

her.-

MS. JONES

Young love.

The couple are murmuring sweet talk between kisses. The words

themselves are unclear until MR. SMITH and MS. JONES are

only a few feet away. French. They are speaking French. MR.

SMITH makes an instant one-eighty turn. MS. JONES follows.

MR. SMITH

(sotto voce)

Foreigners! F***!

MS. JONES

Frogs. They copy our blue jeans and

when we need their help in Kuwait,

where the f*** are they?

MR. SMITH looks at the partner he's been saddled with.

INT. UNION STATION - PAY PHONE AREA - DAY - 12:10PM

GENE has found a pay phone. He keeps an eye on LYNN who has

wandered a few yards away.

GENE:

Hello, is Mr. Conners there? I have

an interview with him at twelve-

thirty. Hi, Mr. Conners, this is

Gene Watson. Sorry to call you at

the last minute like this but...

Hey, hey!

He reacts to the ROLLERBLADING TEENS who swoop past LYNN,

one on each side, too close for a father's comfort.

GENE:

Watch that! Lynn, come here!

She does. He keeps an eye on the TEENS, who, having found a

victim, are circling around, passing MR. SMITH and .MS. JONES.

MR. SMITH has noticed GENE.

GENE at the phone.

GENE:

Sorry. There's some crazy kids on

skates. Listen, the train just got

in, I'm afraid I'm going to be a few

minutes late.

The TEENS make their pass, flip him the bird, engage in other

objectionable behavior, begin to circle again. MR. SMITH

watches GENE watch the TEENS, then notice a sturdy, sand-

filled ashtray next to him.

GENE:

Great. OK, I'll get there as soon as

I can. Bye, now.

He hangs up. Keeping one eye on the circling TEENS.

GENE:

(to LYNN)

Ready?

LYNN:

Nods.

GENE:

Let' s do it.

He picks up a suit-case and accidently-on-purpose uses it to

knock over the ashtray, just as the TEENS approach. The

ashtray spills its Load of sand into their path. When they

hit it, their skates stop, they don't. They sprawl, doing

nasty things to knees and wrists.

GENE:

Whoops.

He stands over them with LYNN.

GENE:

Now, see, this is why you should

always wear a helmet and knee pads.

You never know when you're going to

fall down and go boom. Right?

LYNN:

Right.

ANGLE ON MR. SMITH AND MS. JONES. - 12:11PM

MR. SMITH

Perfect.

He starts forward.

MS. JONES

(not so sure)

Perfect.

She follows. They intercept GENE. MR. SMITH flashes a badge.

MR. SMITH

Could I see some identification,

sir?

GENE:

What?

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