Nick of Time Page #28

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MS. JONES

F***in' A.

HUEY:

I don't think so.

He reaches in the passenger's window.

MS. JONES

Hey!

HUEY:

I think this is worth a dollar.

He snatches the walkie-talkie off the seat.

MS. JONES

Goddamnit! Gimme that!

She lunges across. HUEY dangles the walkie-talkie before

her.

HUEY:

Oh, we'll have to do better than

that.

MS. JONES

You worthless piece of sh*t! Gimme

that!

She throws open the passenger door, climbs out.

EXT. TAXI STAND - DAY

HUEY backs away, taunting her with the walkie-talkie. She is

caught between the van and HUEY, trying to keep her gun under

wraps.

MS. JONES

Goddamnit, you f***in' bum, come

here!

HUEY:

Gimme a dollar.

MS. JONES

F*** you!

She loses it, hauls out her cannon.

BAM!

HUEY's leg is shot out from under him. He ends up on his

back. MS. JONES swoops down on him, trying to grab the walkie-

talkie..

MS. JONES

Gimme that thing!

HUEY's wounded leg is twisted under him.

INT. THE VAN - DAY

Lynn is terrified by the gunfire and looks for someplace to

go.

EXT. THE VAN - DAY

MS. Jones jumps on the wounded HUEY who is stunned but bravely

clutches the Walkie Talkie under him.

MS. JONES

Goddammit, give it to me, you

Sunnavabitch!

She sticks the gun in HUEY's face. He tries to take it away

from her, but she's really tough...and mad. The gun fires

wildly, hitting a passing vehicle which careens left causing

a chain reaction of COLLISIONS on the street.

INT. THE VAN - DAY

LYNN tries to open the van door to escape. The van's door

flies open. MR. SMITH stands there, gun in hand.-

MR. SMITH

Daddy blew it.

He points the gun. Lynn jumps back in terror and clambers

back in the van. She goes over the seat as he FIRES...

The back window SHATTERS.

MR SMITH steps inside the van a step and aims over the seat.

This time he won't miss.

LYNN has nowhere to hide.

BAM! BAM!

But it isn't his gun firing. He stands, staring surprised,

wide-eyed. He pivots...

EXT. TAXI STAND - DAY

...and stares at GENE, soaking wet, holding the gun. MR.

SMITH'S gun slides from his hand.

MR. SMITH

Very good...Mr. Watson. I told

them...I could make a killer out of

you.

He drops to his knees, pauses, then tree-falls onto his face.

ANGLE ON GENE:

He rushes forward into the van and reaches over the seat to

pick Lynn up.

ANGLE ON MS JONES AND HUEY

She has heard the gunfire and turns her attention from HUEY

to GENE. She raises her gun and aims at GENE and LYNN inside

the van.

HUEY reaches down, grabs his ankle and pulls his shattered

artificial leg out of the pants-leg and applies it to the

side of her head. She is knocked aside and out.

HUEY:

There's nothing like a good wing-

tip.

INT. BONAVENTURE HOTEL - SHOESHINE STAND - LATER - 2:26PM

At HUEY's shoe-shine stand, GENE and HUEY sit in the shoe-

shining chairs. They are variously bandaged. LYNN is on GENE'S

lap. She clings to him, .her face buried against him.

They are guarded by COPS.

HUEY:

What time is it?

GENE looks at his wrist, gives an ironic smile.

GENE:

Lost my watch.

A hub bub catches their attention.

ANGLE ON LOBBY AREA-BELOW - 2:26PM

A handcuffed BRENDAN GRANT is lead out by STATE POLICE. PRESS

flock around them - shouting questions.

ELEANOR GRANT watches her husband taken out.

The PRESS descends on her like ducks on bread crumbs.

Questions litter the air like confetti.

ELEANOR GRANT:

Any comment at this time would be

most premature. Please, we'll have

something for you in a couple of

hours. Please...

ELEANOR GRANT finally makes her way toward GENE. COPS keep

the PRESS back.

INT. BONAVENTURE - SHOESHINE STAND - 2:27PM

ELEANOR GRANT looks at GENE for a long moment.

ELEANOR GRANT:

I...1 would like to...thank you,

Mister Wat... Gene.

GENE NODS, SMILES.

ELEANOR GRANT:

I would also like to apologize.

GENE:

For what?

ELEANOR GRANT:

For not believing you.

GENE:

Believe me, I don't blame you.

(to LYNN)

This is the Governor, Lynn. Say hello.

LYNN lets go of her father with one of her hands, gives a

shy little wave.

The Governor reaches out, strokes the little girl's hair.

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