RONIN Page #8

SWEDE:

(we know this isn't true)

I hadn't thought about it. Understand

me, Gregor -- I take no pleasure in

killing. It doesn't bother me one bit,

but I don't get off on it.

GREGOR:

A means to an end, is that it?

SWEDE:

That's it.

GREGOR:

(he rises to leave)

Then I guess we're set.

SWEDE:

There is one other thing...

GREGOR:

What's that?

Suddenly Swede pulls Gregor down to the rooftop with a harsh

THUD. Within seconds he has his gun pressed to Gregor's

head.

GREGOR:

What are you doing?

SWEDE:

Don't cross me...

GREGOR:

Nobody's going to do that!

SWEDE:

Really?

GREGOR:

(truly frightened)

I need you, Swede, I can't do this

without you!

SWEDE:

(beat, then he puts his gun

away)

I just wanted to make sure you knew who

you were dealing with.

GREGOR:

I do, I do...

Swede is now on his feet, walking away, back into the

apartment house.

SWEDE:

(this is almost to himself)

Just remember it, then.

And he's gone. And as soon as he is, we notice something

strange about Gregor: he's not the least bit scared -- he

laughs a little low laugh as we -

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. THE HOUSE - DAWN

GRAY LIGHT seeps in from the horizon, while inside in -

INT. SAM'S ROOM - SAME TIME

Deirdre is pulling her dress over her head. Sam seems to be

sleeping in his bed as she moves like a cat towards the door

when -

Sam's HAND reaches out, gently yet firmly, and takes her by

the arm.

SAM (O.S.)

No goodbye?

ANOTHER ANGLE - Sam is somehow sitting up, wide awake --

looking at Deirdre with a penetrating glance.

DEIRDRE:

Look, Sam, don't take it the wrong way

when I tell you we won't be doing this

again.

SAM:

You don't have to explain yourself to me,

Deirdre.

DEIRDRE:

(almost surprised by this)

I know I don't have to, Sam, it's just

that, for once, I want to. when I was a -

(almost with a sneer)

Patriot, it was a given I'd sleep with

any man it was deemed necessary for me to

sleep with. You know: any man who needed

setting up. Sometimes so we might

blackmail him, sometimes so he could be

killed.

(a quick beat)

Sometimes so I could kill him myself.

IRA isn't exactly an enlightened feminist

organization, Sam. To most of the men I

with I was always the girl. "Send the girl

to do it." "Tell The girl to take care of

it." "Have the girl f*** him."

(a quick beat)

But I look at you and I get this feeling

you take me for what I am: no more, no

less.

SAM:

You're a hired gun, Deirdre -- just like

me.

DEIRDRE:

Exactly. And last night I wanted to be

with someone who was just like me.

Somewhere in all of this Deirdre has sat back down on the

bed, and somehow now she's only inches away from Sam.

They're lips brush and -

A MUTED PHONE RINGS in a nearby room, breaking the moment. A

QUICK BEAT, then -

DEIRDRE:

I better be getting that.

SAM:

Duty calls?

DEIRDRE:

(with a trace of a sigh)

Just business.

Deirdre gives Sam a light kiss on the lips and then she opens

his door. The muted phone is a little louder now. Deirdre

closes Sam's door as she exits, but - Sam reaches out a hand

and catches the door right before it snaps shut. He watches

THROUGH THE DOOR CRACK as - Deirdre cross the hall and

opens the door to her room, and now the phone rings loudly

until the door shuts, muting the sound once again, shutting

Sam out. The phone stops ringing as Deirdre answers and as

this happens Sam shuts his door and as the door closes we go

to - BLACK. Just for a second. And then - BLINDING SUN hits

us in the eyes as we find ourselves above -

EXT. NICE - DAY

A DAZZLING OVERHEAD MOVING SHOT, establishing that we've

changed locales, moved to a place filled with sun and blue

water and reflective surfaces: the Cote d'Azure. We start to

MOVE DOWN TOWARDS -

EXT. A PRIVATE BEACH - NICE - MEANWHILE

A TOPLESS GRANDMA reclines on a beach chair, soaking up rays,

sipping a drinnk just delivered by a young stud of a WAITER.

Nearby -

AT A ROUND TABLE -

A nice distance from anyone who might try to listen in, we

find our group:
Deirdre, Sam, Vincent, Gregor, Swede, and

Larry. Food and drink surround them. Larry is, of couse,

still eating.

DEIRDRE:

Now then, let's run through it one more

time, shall we?

(to Gregor)

What's your job?

GREGOR:

I use my cell phone to get computer

access to the telecommunications

satellite used by our target. I trace

his cell phone signature and use it to

pin point his location as he moves

through Nice, relaying that information

to you.

DEIRDRE:

(to Larry)

Next.

LARRY:

(a sigh, he's done this too

many times)

You call me with the target's route, I

follow along until we've reached the

attack point and then I run his squag ass

off the road.

DEIRDRE:

(to Swede)

Which leads us to...

SWEDE:

I ride with fat-boy...

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