Nick of Time Page #27

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ANGLE ON PODIUM:

On the dais, BRENDAN GRANT crawls over to where FRANCO lays,

half on top of ELEANOR GRANT. They are both still, eyes

closed. BRENDAN looks down at his wife's face, splattered

with blood.

BRENDAN GRANT:

My God, he did it!

The Governor suddenly and violently gasps for breath. Her

eyes snap open and burn into BRENDAN. She has heard her worst

suspicions confirmed.

BRENDAN'S a great liar, but even he can't hide the shock and

fear on his face.

INT. BACK HALLWAY - DAY

GENE bursts through a door. He is followed speedily by OFFICER

TRUST.

OFFICER TRUST:

You little son of a b*tch.

His attack is interrupted by a noise from the darkness. The

HUGE DISH PLATE CART, fully loaded, comes flying toward them

pushed by GUSTINO. The cart smashes into OFFICER TRUST,

throwing him against a wall, dishes clatter and smash.

GENE raises a hand to the darkness and takes off.

INT. CALIFORNIA BALLROOM - DAY

The dais. FRANCO takes a shuddering breath. ELEANOR GRANT

pulls herself free, leans over him. She rips opens his shirt

revealing a slightly-used bullet-proof vest with a bullet

hole that missed the vest and hit his upper arm. His eyes

flutter open.

ELEANOR GRANT:

Are you all right, Franco?

FRANCO:

(painfully)

I'd be better if they'd put sleeves

on these damn vests.

She touches his face, looks over to where her husband stands.

Their eyes lock. It's curtains for BRENDAN.

EXT. HOTEL TAXI STAND - DAY

The van pulls into a waiting area.

INT. LOBBY - NEAR SHOESHINE STAND - DAY

Huey turns and spots a van arriving outside the hotel. He

realizes who it could be.

INT. THE LOBBY - DAY - 1:30PM

GENE 'bangs out of a door, comes to a failing and sees:

MR. SMITH has reached the spiral stairway. He starts down

it, two and three steps at a time.

GENE moves along the railing.

MR. SMITH is a whole floor below him. He looks up, sees GENE

and lifts the walkie-talkie to his mouth.

GENE pockets the gun climbs the parapet. And jumps!

INT. BONAVENTURE HOTEL - LOBBY - DAY - 1:30PM

GENE lands right on top of MR. SMITH. The walkie-talkie flies

over the railing and into the water of the central fountain.

INT. THE VAN - DAY - 1:30PM

MS. JONES

(on the walkie talkie)

It's time....You read me? I don't

hear from you I'm going ahead now.

CHECKS HER WATCH:

1:
30

INT. THE LOBBY - DAY - 1:31PM

MR. SMITH and GENE roll down the steps, fighting. MR. SMITH

basically beats the crap out of him and gets up to continue

on. GENE somehow pulls himself up and tackles MR. SMITH. He

gets in a few lucky shots before MR. SMITH overpowers him,

beats him again finally .sending him flying into the fountain

pool.

INT. THE VAN - DAY - 1:31PM

MS JONES looks to the back seat at LYNN.

LYNN:

Why do you keep looking at me?

MS. JONES

That's my job. I'm your babysitter.

As they talk MS. JONES screws a silencer on her gun.

LYNN:

I'm not a baby.

MS. JONES

You're a big girl, huh?

LYNN:

I'm not a big girl but I'm not a

baby.

MS JONES turns to face LYNN.

MS. JONES

Close your eyes.

LYNN:

Why?

MS. JONES

I've got something for you.

LYNN:

A surprise?

MS. JONES

You ask too many questions. You want

the surprise or not?

LYNN closes her eyes. MS. JONES makes to do the deed.

Suddenly, HUEY appears behind her at the windshield.

HUEY:

Good afternoon, madam. Hello there,

little girl.

With a crumpled up newspaper he begins vigorously rubbing

the window. LYNN's eyes pop open.

MS. JONES

Hey, hey, what are you doing!?

HUEY:

Just giving you the gift of a clean

windshield. Only cost you a dollar.

MS. JONES

I don't want my windshield cleaned.

HUEY:

You just think you don't want your

windshield cleaned.

MS. JONES

No, I know I don't want it cleaned.

Get out of here.

HUEY:

Don't be like that. Think of me as

the Moses of dirty windshields leading

you through the desert of dead bugs.

LYNN laughs.

MS. JONES

For the last time, I don't want it

cleaned. Now get the hell out of

here!

HUEY:

It's already done. I've already done

it. You have to pay me now.

MS. JONES

I don't have to pay you nothin'.

HUEY:

You're going to deny me a lousy dollar

after I've sweated like a pig giving

you the gift of a clean windsheild?

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