Nick of Time Page #26
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- Year:
- 1995
- 90 min
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Polite laughter.
GENE is pushed up to the doorway where he is met by our
friend, the SECURITY MAN with the metal detector. He gives
MR. SMITH a nod over GENE's shoulder and sends GENE to join
the crowd beyond.
INT. CALIFORNIA BALLROOM - DAY - 1:28PM
VIEW THROUGH CAMERA
The Video Camera clumsily tracks past the CROWD, and comes
tosettle on GENE who is walking into the room, not quite
sure where he is going.
UP ON THE PODIUM:
BRENDAN GRANT:
We have with us today the first woman
Governor of our great state...
GENE is pushing forward into the crowd. He looks back, seems
surprised, begins turning, searching for someone as:
BRENDAN GRANT:
Governor Eleanor Samara Grant. What
can I say about her....that won't
get me in trouble when I get home
tonight.
Laughter.
ANGLE ON GENE - 1:28PM
GENE, in the midst of the crowd, can't locate MR. SMITH.
Confusion clouds his face.
He finds himself near the T.V.TECHNICIAN from the bar. The
TECHNICIAN is talking into a walkie-talkie.
T.V. NEWS TECHNICIAN
Charlie. Charlie. Charlie, are you
reading me?
He gets nothing but static. GENE's eyes move to the back of
the room.
BRENDAN GRANT:
She's a woman who loves our great
state.
T.V. NEWS TECHNICIAN
Charlie...
(gives it up)
I can't get sh*t on this stupid radio.
GENE looks up to a spotlight booth set up in the back.
BRENDAN GRANT:
A brilliant legislator.
GENE sees the GLINT of something. A gun? His eyes widen. Is
that MR SMITH there? He looks from the spotlight booth to
the stage.
BRENDAN GRANT:
...who will soon win her second term
as the greatest Governor California
has ever seen!
T.V. NEWS TECHNICIAN
Somebody's going to ave to run down
to the truck. Tell them this radio's
f***ed.
GENE looks away from the stage and locks eyes with OFFICER
TRUST. He's at the front of the ballroom to one side of the
speaker's platform.
OFFICER TRUST stares at GENE like a hungry wolf, clutching
his gun in his pocket. They both hear:
T.V. NEWS TECHNICIAN
I can't get through. Walkie-Talkies
don't work from here. There's too
much concrete and stuff.
Realization floods GENE'S eyes. He looks back at Mr. Smith
in he booth.
ANGLE ON MR. SMITH - EXTREME CLOSEUP
The camera pans along the barrel of the weapon until it comes
to Mr. Smith who is settling into firing position.
ANGLE ON CROWD:
BRENDAN GRANT:
Ladies and gentlemen...
T.V. NEWS TECHNICIAN
Nothin's getting out.
OFFICER TRUST, presses forward, hand in pocket. Gene is his
target.
BRENDAN GRANT:
I am honored to present to you our
esteemed Governor and my beloved
The crowd erupts in .applause and cheering as ELEANOR GRANT
comes from the rear of the auditorium and begins to work her
way down the center aisle. She waves and nods to all the
lyal supporters who surround her.
ELEANOR GRANT:
Thank you! Thank you all!
Ballons are released above her onto the center of the floor.
ANGLE ON WAITER-GUSTINO
He is pushing a large high cart filled with hundreds of
finished plates back towards the kitchen area.
ANGLE ON GENE - 1:30PM
GENE looks at Mr. Smith and Officer Trust and the impending
disaster. He has to do something...anything...NOW!
GENE begins frantically clawing his way toward the podium.
GENE:
Look out! Look out!
But it is lost in the uproar.
Fighting to be heard above the noise:
GENE clawing forward, screaming hopelessly. He pulls the gun
out.
She spots Gene in the crowd, pushing toward her, gun drawn.
Her eyes widen in fear.
BRENDAN GRANT follows her gaze. His eyes widen in something
other than fear.
GENE aims his gun at the ceiling and fires.
BAM! BAM!
GENE:
Look out!
Pandemonium. Total chaos. People scattering.
The Gun in the booth swings from Gene to ELEANOR GRANT.
Mr. Smith fires, but his target is blocked by a panicked
guest who is hit.
From behind her, FRANCO runs to protect ELEANOR GRANT as
more gunfire erupts.
Mr. Smith's aim is clear and he pulls...BAM! BAM!
FRANCO is hit in the center of the back and in the shoulder.
He falls onto ELEANOR GRANT and they both fall down hard on
the steps. Blood is everywhere.
ANGLE ON GENE:
He looks over and sees ELEANOR GRANT, beneath FRANCO, looking
very dead.
He careens toward a door.
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