Snake Eyes Page #6

about the Norfolk test.

Norfolk test?

What's that?

Kevin, I know it's classified, but I am the

investigating officer in a murder now.

All right. But what are you

chasing this for?

You don't get out of bed unless

there's an angle in it for you.

Guys get elected president just for being

in the right place at the right time.

I only want to be mayor.

Look, part of what

I'm going to tell you...

...it could bury me.

I hope you can keep this

between us.

Kevin, you're talking

to your best friend.

And loyalty's my only vice.

So what's the problem?

The problem is that

I was in too good a mood.

That trip to Norfolk

was for a weapons test...

...for the AirGuard, Powell's

new antimissile defence system.

It's light years ahead of the

Sea Sparrows our ships have now.

If we had this in the Gulf

when the Renville...

After the Renville incident the old man

picked me to sell it to congress.

Everybody at D.O.D. wanted it to work,

and it did. The test went beautifully.

By the time we got to the fight

tonight, we were all high as kites.

I let the excitement get to me.

I lost my edge.

Can I see your ticket, please? - My what?

Your ticket, ma'am.

I need to see your ticket for this seat.

Oh, my ticket. Um, yeah, sure.

I think I have it here.

Hey!

Hold on a minute.

I was talking to you back there.

Where do you think

you're going?

I'm going to the ladies' room.

Is that okay with you?

In the middle of the first round?

You're not much of a fight fan, I guess.

Look, uh, Sarge,

I don't know who you are...

...but you have no right

to hassle me like this.

I get paid to hassle people. Show me

your ticket, or I'll have you escorted out.

Okay, okay. I don't have a ticket.

I mean, I have a ticket...

...but it's way up there

in the nosebleed seats...

...and l-l couldn't

see a thing, so...

Listen, I do this all the time.

They always let me get away with it.

- Come on. It's no big deal.

- It is tonight.

- What's so special about tonight?

- Very important man in the crowd.

Oh. And you're, uh,

what, his bodyguard?

That must be

a very exciting job.

Yeah, it's got its moments.

I was three feet away

from a known terrorist...

...and I had my eyes buried

in some broad's tits.

Well, Kevin, this might not make you

feel better, but don't you see?

That's what she was there for.

That was the plan.

To give you a boner.

And you got one.

- Congratulations. You're human.

- Come on, Rick.

Look on the bright side. I like you

better. Golden boy screwed up.

Wait a minute. We need to be very,

very careful with this.

We go out there and yell conspiracy,

it's like waving a lunatic flag.

We gotta get our hands on the redhead

or the guy that shouted the signal.

If they're still

in the building.

And the woman who was

talking to the secretary.

I'll stay after her,

and you find the other two.

No, no. This is wrong. We're never gonna find

anything just walking around the arena.

What if they've gone into the casino?

I'm going up to surveillance.

They've got cameras all over the place.

Just bitchin' technology.

All right, you do that while I check with

security, see if they found anything.

Well, I finally understand why you didn't

want me to worry about your shooter.

One less terrorist

in the world.

At least he did something

productive on his way out.

Did he know he was

on a suicide mission?

He does now.

With all due respect, sir, we should

have been out of here 11 minutes ago.

Things have changed.

We need to make

an adjustment.

A local cop

made both of you.

- What?

- Made us? How?

It's not important. He's searching

the building for you right now.

So what do we do?

Take him out?

- That's not an option.

- It's the only option.

Negative.

Not with this guy.

- Let's move out.

- Yes, sir.

You do have a contingency plan,

don't you, sir?

- Yes, but I don't like it.

- Why not?

Because a soldier

deserves better.

Jesus Christ!

Wait. I've been shot.

Oh, I've been shot.

- I'm shot.

- I'm sorry.

We got 1,500 cameras...

redundancy on the gaming floor.

- If they're down there, we'll find them.

- I appreciate it, Walt.

No problem. You think one of these

people's your shooter?

- We already got the shooter.

- Then, what are you looking for?

- Where do we start?

- You tell me.

- Lobby.

- 118.

- Can you go to the right?

- 154.

Keep moving.

Let's go by section.

Keep going.

No.

Hey, C.J., punch up 383,

the guy in the checkered shirt.

- What about him?

- Coin cup grabber. Look. Watch the money.

- You know him?

- Nah, you just get to read body language.

There he goes.

There he goes.

See, somebody

wants to play the slots...

...they're staring at the machines trying

to guess which one's lucky.

Grabber could care less.

He checks out the people.

He's like a pickpocket,

only crude, you know? No skills.

- Keep going?

- Keep going.

The identity

of the assassin is Tarik ben Rabat.

Thirty-seven years old.

A Palestinian...

- who's lived in the United States

for the last six years. - Oh, my God.

- He's believed to be linked to a series

of threatening... - Excuse me. Excuse me.

You down on the race?

Oh. Yeah.

Me too.

- Yeah.

- We got two men covering every casino exit door.

Nobody's seen her yet.

Keep 'em there. We'll search

the floor section by section.

You are hot.

So, you wanna come back to my room

and have a little fun together?

Best idea...

Um, who's, uh...

who's winning?

Looks like the number four

horse, Daddy's Hobby.

Yeah?

Ooh, God, I'm hot.

- Do you have air conditioning?

- Huh?

- In your room, air conditioning.

- Oh, yeah. Yeah.

- Yeah?

- I keep it turned down real low.

What you want?

I need a word

with Mr Tyler.

I want to apologize, sir,

for not securing the infra-reds.

The shooter missed the girl.

There was nothing you could do.

Walter, I think we got another hooker

in the Princess Lounge.

- Punch up 596.

- Excuse me a second.

She hasn't been there five minutes,

she can't take her hands off him.

- Oh, my God, that's her!

- You said she had red hair.

- No, somebody else. Where's that bar?

- I don't think...

- Walt, they're leaving.

- Don't worry, Ricky. I'll stay with 'em.

Come on, grab a radio,

stay on channel three.

- Here we go. Place your bets.

- Now.

You can't win

if you don't play.

- That's her.

- We've located the girl.

- Okay.

- Come on.

- Where is she?

- Over there, by the elevators.

- I got it from here. Thanks.

- Done, sir.

I don't see her, Walt.

Walt, where is she? Walt!

You're on the opposite

side of the floor.

They're playing the "Magnificent Seven"

near the lobby elevators.

Got 'em.

Just playing

the spare change.

Yeah. Um, l...

I wanna go upstairs.

- Oh, yeah, yeah. Me too. Me too.

- Yeah. Um, I wanna go...

Yes!

- Hey!

- I wanna go upstairs now!

- Hey. - And if you don't come with me,

I'm sure somebody else will.

Change of plans.

They're at the elevators. Hang a right.

Wait a minute.

Rate this script:2.5 / 4 votes