RONIN Page #21
EXT. THE STREET OUTSIDE - A FEW MINUTES LATER
The Customer exits, smiling and carrying his tapes -- what a
great f***ing deal he just got! A few seconds later, Tony
comes out and locks up the store front. He crosses the
street towards -
INT. A FALAFEL JOINT - A FEW MINUTES AFTER THAT
A HUGE FALAFEL drips lettuce and tahini sauce from its end.
We PULL BACK ON - Tony, who's just taken a bite out of the
falafel. He sits at a table in the back with Vincent and
Sam.
TONY:
(his mouth full)
What I've heard so far, it's all a lot of
talk. I wasn't so sure what to make of
it at first, cause, like I said, the
Irish and the Russians are an unlikely
mix.
VINCENT:
You said you might know where we can get
a copy of this tape?
TONY:
All depends on whether you want the
Russian or the Gaelic language version.
SAM:
(instantly)
Gaelic.
TONY:
You sure?
SAM:
I'm sure.
VINCENT:
(to Tony)
Can you get it?
TONY:
SAM:
Why's that?
TONY:
Cause the Russian production company
would be easier to find.
SAM:
It's the Irish tape we want.
TONY:
(with a sigh)
Gonna be tough.
Tony scribbles something on a piece of paper.
TONY:
Last I heard there was a film rep for the
Irish players staying at this address,
name of Seamus Reilly.
SAM:
(repeating it, he knows this
name)
Seamus Reilly.
VINCENT:
(to Sam)
You know him?
SAM:
I know of him.
TONY:
Seamus Reilly, boy's a serious Irish
Auteur -- a real firebrand. Thinks his
more moderate filmmaking brethren have
turned to making movies for peace-loving
pussies, if you see what I'm saying.
VINCENT:
I get the picture.
Sam reaches for the piece of paper, but Vincent puts his hand
on top of it.
VINCENT:
Tony and I have to talk some business,
first.
TONY:
I gotta try and overcharge him, he has to
moan about the price, we settle somewhere
in the middle.
VINCENT:
It's a matter of respect.
(to Sam)
Why don't you wait outside, this won't
take long.
Sam smiles slightly and rises from the table, moving towards
the exit. Behind him in rapid-fire French, Tony and Vincent
are now discussing the price of the information. They are
both loud and abusive, and obviously they're enjoying
themselves immensely.
EXT. THE FALAFEL SHOP - A LITTLE LATER - DAY
Vincent exits the shop and gets into -
INT. THE PEUGEOT
Where Sam sits in the passenger seat as Vincent slides behind
the wheel. Vincent tosses Sam a piece of paper.
SAM:
The Irish representative?
VINCENT:
Yes.
Vincent gives Sam another piece of paper.
SAM:
What's this?
VINCENT:
The address of the Russian production
company. Just in case we need to find
them.
SAM:
Thorough man.
Vincent starts the car and we -
CUT TO:
EXT. A PARIS STREET - LATER - AFTERNOON
The Peugeot sits, parked at a cub, a discreet distance from -
AN APARTMENT HOUSE: 35 Rue de Glacon. We PUSH IN on the -
INT. THE PEUGEOT - LATE AFTERNOON
A PIECE OF PAPER scarwled with the same address: 35 de
Glacon. We PULL BACK TO REVEAL -
Sam, holding this paper and looking out at the apartment
complex.
SAM:
You sure your friend got the right place?
VINCENT:
If Tony says this is it, then it's it.
BEAT. Vincent wants to know something important.
VINCENT:
Tell me, Sam:
why do you do this?SAM:
Do what?
VINCENT:
Continue when it would be so much easier
to give it up.
SAM:
It's my job.
VINCENT:
Then quit.
(beat)
You don't work for Interpol, Sam.
SAM:
Sure I do. You heard him, you heard the
guy -- that's what he said, what Edvard
said.
VINCENT:
It's a cover, then. A cover within a
cover, a feint within a feint.
(quick beat)
You work for the CIA, it's the only
possible answer.
LONG BEAT. Sam considers what to say, and then decides he
owes Vincent the truth.
SAM:
I'm a field agent -- last of an already
extinct breed. I do dark ops.
VINCENT:
Dark ops?
SAM:
Dark operations. Wet work. Kidnaping.
Assassination.
VINCENT:
Very ugly.
SAM:
It is at that.
VINCENT:
Not very zen of you, huh? Not so much
SAM:
I never made that claim.
VINCENT:
I know. Jean-Pierre did.
SAM:
You were behind the door?
VINCENT:
I was waiting to see what would happen.
I didn't want to kill him if I didn't
have to.
SAM:
You would have done that?
VINCENT:
I would have tried not to. But yes, if
it would have kept him from shooting you,
I would have.
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