Nick of Time Page #3

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MS. JONES

(ditto with the badge)

I.D. Could we see some?

GENE:

Uh, sure. What's, what's the problem?

Will a driver's license do?

MR. SMITH

That'll do just fine.

GENE pulls out his wallet, surprised and confused. MR. SMITH

looks at it.

GENE:

Is this about those kids? Look, I'm

sorry about that. But they darn

near...

MR. SMITH

You're from Santa Maria, Mr. Watson?

GENE:

Yes.

MS. JONES

Where's that?

GENE:

Near Lompoc, north. What's...

MR. SMITH

Come with us, sir.

GENE:

I'd like to know what...

MR."SMITH

Don't cause a ruckus, sir.

He pulls open his coat, putting his hands on his hips, not-

so coincidentally revealing the butt of a holstered gun.

MR. SMITH

You don't want to cause a ruckus,

with the little girl and all.

MS. JONES

Come with me, honey.

MS. JONES swoops LYNN up and heads for the station entrance.

GENE:

Hey! I'll take the girl. I'll take

the girl!

MR. SMITH

Don't worry. She's good with kids.

GENE hurries after MS. JONES. MR. SMITH grabs up the

suitcases.

INT. UNION STATION - SOUVENIR SHOP - DAY - 12:11PM

MS. JONES nears a souvenir stand. The OWNER is looking the

other way. Without breaking stride, MS. JONES reaches out,

snatches a child's coloring book and crayons.

LYNN:

You stole that.

MS. JONES

No, I didn't. I confiscated it.

There's a difference.

And they're out the door, GENE hurrying after. The big hand

on the big clock moves.

12:
12.

EXT. UNION STATION PARKING LOT - DAY - 12:12PM

MS. JONES heads for-a van with smoked windows. She gets inside

with LYNN. GENE stops a few feet away.

GENE:

What is going on?

MR. SMITH prods him in the ribs.

MR. SMITH

Into the van, Mr. Watson. Front seat.

GENE looks desperately around for help. There is none. He

lets MR. SMITH push him toward the van.

INT. VAN -.DAY - 12:13PM

LYNN and MS. JONES are in the back.

MS. JONES

Let's get your seatbelt on. Always

gotta wear your seatbelt, isn't that

right?

LYNN resists.

LYNN:

I want my daddy.

GENE climbs into the front passenger seat.

MS. JONES

There's your daddy. See? We're your

daddy's friends.

MR. SMITH climbs into the driver's seat.

MR. SMITH

That's right. The policeman is your

friend. Isn't that right, Daddy?

GENE looks down. MR.. SMITH has pulled his gun. He points it

casually so it's aiming through the seat in the general

direction of the little girl.

MR. SMITH

Daddy?

GENE:

Yes. It's OK, Lynn. These are our

friends.

MS. JONES

Hey, would you look at this crazy

car? Everybody has their own radio.

What do you think of that?

LYNN:

Everybody does?

MS. JONES

Yep. And you can listen to it without

anybody else listening. Let's try it

out.

She puts some ear phones on her. She holds up the plug-in

end.

MS. JONES

This is what they call the jack. Hi,

Jack!

LYNN:

Laughs.

MS. JONES

It goes in that little hole.

LYNN:

Let me do it.

She plugs the jack in. MS. JONES turns on the radio. LYNN

gets a big smile on her face.

LYNN:

(loudly)

It's loud!

She goes to work, playing with the radio, changing stations,

etc., oblivious to all else.

MS JONES:

Removes a Pro Label Machine from

under the seat. She begins to type

in several characters.

MR. SMITH

Let's get down to business.

GENE:

Who are you? You're not the police.

MS. JONES

Brilliant.

MS JONES presses PRINT on the Labeller. A strip of plastic

emerges that she begins to apply to a Name Tag. He looks

back to her. MR. SMITH whacks him on the knee with the gun.

It hurts.

MR. SMITH

Pay attention, Mr. Watson. Pay

attention and your daughter won't be

hurt.

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