Shadow Conspiracy Page #5

I'm a computer illiterate.

(Hangs up)

( DIAL TONE )

Jake. he's in the building.

Go get him.

We gotta move. Come on.

Come on!

MAN:
It's available.

let's get him out there.

Activate the silent alarm.

Sh*t. silent alarm.

This guy's a piece of work. huh?

He's a very bright young man.

(MAN SPEAKS ON SECURITY RADIO)

Switch to secure frequency.

Halt! Stay where you are or we will fire!

Halt!

( BANG! )

GUARD:
They're on the roof.

Have accessed rooftop area.

Come on. Come on! Follow me.

Careful. it's slippery.

Through the skylight. Rawlings.

Open the door.

Bobby!

Let's not move.

For God's sake. son!

Come on!

Yes. alright.

They're down here somewhere.

Bring the elevator up -

we'll flush him out.

See him?!

No! "

I'm bringing it back up!

Come on.

Come on!

Get in.

Don't make me tell you again.

I said get in!

Move it!

Get your hands off me. a**hole.

Where's Bishop?

You're such a big boy -

find him yourself.

Where is he?

(THUD! )

I said where is he?!

Get out!

Bobby!

Don't touch the cables!

Bobby!

Here. Amanda!

Come on. come on!

GUARD:
Pull back!

GUARD 2:
Grab him!

(HELICOPTERS WHIRR)

(Whispers) Come on.

(POLICE SIRENS WAIL)

Damn it! Sonofabitch!

Him and his nice wife

and that lovely home in

the rolling hills of old Virginia.

It was him all along.

I believed in that bastard.

He had Pochenko killed.

We know Conrad's in charge

of this shadow program.

Now we gotta find out

what they're up to.

If you pour water in the hole.

the rat will come out.

This rat swims.

DC police are putting out

an all-points bulletin

for Bishop and Amanda Givens

for questioning in these homicides.

Grasso. I want you to feed

Amanda Givens automobile specs

into the keyhole satellites.

Now.

To find a car?

Jesus. I'd have to pull satellites

off operations in Cuba.

Maybe even the Middle East.

We'd have to get

a written authorisation from...

From me! From me!

I am authorising it!

I'll Write it clown for you!

Now do it! Now!

We've got company.

I can get us in

through the back alley.

What's up?

Apartments are clear -

let's get out of here.

Call it in.

Base? We're movin' on.

I've got some infra-red film

and a long lens.

Over here.

WOMAN:
Sir. we're resolving grid A4.

Look. the license matches.

It's Amanda Givens. Jake?

Where is it?

On the street.

two blocks from her apartment.

Blythe. move your men on this now.

Oh. good. I'm starving.

You got any friends in the building?

Yeah. a few.

Any that'll lend you a car?

I'm not sure I would call it a car.

(POLICE RADIO CHATTER )

(PHONE RINGS)

Conrad.

Yes. Mr Conrad.

I'm sure you know who this is.

No. I don't. Am I supposed to guess?

Well. we almost met on the White

House roof earlier this evening.

I'm running a story based on

a theory by Professor Yuri Pochenko

and his associates.

On government dishonesty?

Oh! I'm sorry. did I say theory?

I meant fact. Mr Conrad. based on

what I witnessed this evening.

I thought maybe you would like to

comment before it hits the presses.

Traditionally. it's been my policy

not to comment to the press.

Because it is my conviction

that the press prints to sell.

It doesn't print to inform.

It doesn't print the truth.

I have a rather good source. Mr Conrad.

His name is Bobby Bishop. You do

know Bobby Bishop. don't you. sir?

Yes. of course I know Bobby Bishop.

And I will stand by him.

We didn't get it.

Did he bite?

I don't know.

He did a lot of dancing.

Leave me alone. will you. please?

Yes.

Let's get some fresh air. shall we?

It's Conrad.

MAN:
Mr Blythe.

Yeah.

These people lent them their van.

It usually clears my head

being down here.

How's your back?

I'm having a disc

reconstructed in two months.

The goddamn thing has

ruined my golf swing.

I'm sorry about that.

You're late.

I'm not used to driving myself.

Well. Jake...

I think.

You said to me two hours ago

that Bishop was no problem to us.

No. I said he was not yet

aware of our scenario.

But now. with that -

what did you call her? -

pain in the ass Givens...

I think We should rethink.

Perhaps We should Wait and regroup.

He who hesitates is lost.

I can't believe you said that.

Those were exactly

the words you used

when we discussed

this the first time.

We've run out of time. Jake.

The target returns

from Camp David at 7:00.

The future of the country

is in our hands.

We may never have another

opportunity like this again.

Never.

Like the poor cat in the adage.

The cat Wanted to grab the fish

but didn't Want to get its paws Wet.

Today...

...at noon...

...as planned...

...we assassin...

What was that?

You spooking out on us. Jake?

(GUNFIRE)

Saxon.

Hey. you got some sun.

Thanks. Jake.

We have to go... (Clears throat)

...go over

the Bobby Bishop problem

and your children's

fundraiser speech.

If you call the White House. they'll

trace it and be onto us in seconds.

If I can talk to him directly.

that won't matter.

(PHONE RINGS)

Saxon.

Hello.

Who is this?

(PHONE RINGS)

MAN:
We got the

license plate number

from the neighbours

who lent them their van.

We have the keyhole satellite

tracking the van

as well as a ground tracker.

I guarantee we'll have their

asses within the hour.

God. Bobby. What are we gonna do?

If I can get to Conrad.

there's a chance I can stop him

if he thinks we have a tape

of the conversation.

Which. of course. we don't have.

Conrad doesn't know that.

WOMAN:
Sir. we have another van.

Go with the license plates.

MAN:
OK. Go. More. More.

Tighter. Tighter. Good. and lock.

That's it! That's our mouse.

That's our freaking mouse.

We got him! We got Bishop!

Where? Where is he?

He just parked the van

on Connecticut at P Street.

Alright. attention all units.

Connecticut and P.

I could go to Adams Hall

and if you don't

find Conrad. I could...

...try and hold up

the speech or something.

How?

I don't know.

I'm sure you'll think of something.

Alright.

Hey. Amanda.

You were right. I do need you.

Be careful.

MAN:
K6 is moving out of range.

Come on. I got you.

Yeah. those look good.

Give me a hat. will you?

Sure thing. my man.

Thanks.

Keep it.

Thanks.

Stay on him.

Come on.

Come on! We're right on his ass.

Stay on him.

Where the hell is he?

I just had him.

(SIRENS WAIL)

MAN:
Let's move. people.

Unit 22. we have

south-east corner locked.

DC patrol blocking

the corner of Connecticut...

They're waiting for you. sir.

Feeling alright?

Fine. Everything's just fine.

I'll be there in a minute.

Hey! Hey!

Drive.

OK. Where to?

Adams Hall.

Hurry!

Goddammit!

Jesus Christ!

You're paying for that window.

Can't you drive any faster?

You want me to get a ticket too?

What are you doing?

This ain't Adams Hall.

Uh-uh. with friends like you got.

You're taking the train. motherf***er.

Get out of my damn cab!

Out of the way!

MAN:
Mr Conrad.

MAN:
Testing. Testing.

One. two. three. four.

Testing. One. two. three. four.

(SECURITY GATE BEEPS)

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