Snake Eyes Page #7

Sh*t!

- I missed her. Got her on the box?

- Yeah, Ricky, I got 'em.

I'm taking this elevator.

Tell me what floor they're on.

So, what kind of music

do you like?

- Ow! What?

- I'm sorry. I just wanted a hug.

- What floor?

- Thirty-five. What?

- What?

- Nothing.

I just want

to get upstairs.

Walt, I gotta know

what floor.

I can't make out the buttons.

It's a high one.

Can you pick 'em up

when they get off?

I'd have to check

floor by floor. I'd lose 'em.

Hang on.

I got an idea.

Come on, Walt.

Yeah, this is McGahn in Security.

Do we have a Ned Campbell

staying at the hotel?

No, wait. It's going up.

Walt!

What room?

- 3517.

- You're a genius.

Come on. Come on.

Ooh, yeah!

Oh, my God!

Please! Come on!

Oh, the weather is more

important than me, baby?

Look at me.

Look at me! Yeah!

- Honey, there's a hurricane on.

- So what? I'm hot.

- Come on!

- Oh, you wanna play rough, huh?

I'll give you a little hurricane.

Ooh, I love it!

Secretary of Defence Charles Kirkland...

...is in critical condition at the

Atlantic City Medical Center...

...after being struck

by an assassin's bullet...

...while attending a boxing match

at the Atlantic City Arena.

We've been getting live updates from the

only reporter allowed inside the arena...

...a Lou Logan of

Powell Pay-Per-View Television...

Could you hold it down in there?

People are trying to sleep!

We've also learned that

Rabat left a suicide note...

...which was found on his body by police in

the moments after the shooting took place.

Ohh.

Hi. I hope you don't mind.

I borrowed your shirt.

Oh, not at all. I happen to think women

look very sexy in men's shirts.

Oh?

- Okay.

- Um, can you...

Just hold on

one minute, okay?

Oh, okay.

Oh, please!

Excuse me! You're the one who was practically

giving me the knob job down in the bar.

I'm sorry. I need a place where

I can just wait, and then I'll go.

A place where you can just wait and go.

Well, what do you think this is...

...a bus stop?

What, are you on drugs? I should've

figured this out. You look like hell.

Did you come up here to rob me?

ls that what you were thinking?

- Look, I'm in trouble. Somebody shot at

me, okay? - Now I've heard everything. Go.

Do you know what's going on tonight?

Have you heard?

Listen, I am a very happily married man,

and I don't need your kind of trouble.

- So let's go.

- Just a half an hour.

- No, wait, please!

- Get out!

- It's all right.

- Who are you?

- Take a walk.

- What the hell's going on here?

I said take a walk!

It's my room, damn it!

Hi. Remember me?

I'm Detective Santoro.

- I shoved you out of the way

of that bullet. - Yeah.

Can you please help me?

I need to get out of this building.

The first thing we're gonna do is

get you outta this room.

- So you can calm down.

We're gonna have a little talk, okay? - Yeah.

This hotel sucks!

- What's the problem?

- Some guy just busted into my room.

- What guy? Where?

- Come on. I'll show ya.

There I am, minding my own business,

writing a letter to my lovely wife...

...and some guy

just busts in.

She must've gone with him.

Hey, is that a silencer?

What did he look like?

- Where are we going? What's the matter

with you? - H... He's following me.

You're with me now.

You're safe. I'm a cop.

I'm gonna protect you

and serve you.

We got a very cosy little step here, so why

don't we just sit down and calm down.

- Take a deep breath. How's your arm?

- Oh, it's fine, thanks.

- You're not gonna die on me?

- No.

- We can talk for a minute?

- Yeah.

Okay.

Uh, no, thank you.

Um, why'd you run

away from me?

You know what? I don't know.

I don't know what I'm doing.

All right. I'm not interested

in what you don't know.

What I'm interested in

is what you do know. Please.

Okay. Um...

I, uh, I work

at Powell Aircraft.

I put together the ballistics reports

we issue after weapons tests.

- You're talking about missiles?

- Right.

Now, the newest missile, the AirGuard,

I've been tracking its results...

...for the past couple of months,

and they are perfect.

These tests are never perfect,

so I knew something was wrong...

...but I didn't know

who I could trust.

I sent an anonymous E-mail

to Secretary Kirkland...

...telling him that I suspected

that these results were doctored.

He actually wrote me back,

and he told me to get him proof.

Yesterday, I got it, and I told him that

I wanted to give it to him in person.

He told me to bring it

to the fight tonight.

Secretary Kirkland, welcome to Atlantic City.

Are you here on official business?

Not for a couple of hours.

I'm just another fight fan.

I couldn't get near him when they

first came in. Powell was all over him.

The South Jersey worker

we are interested in tonight...

...is the Atlantic City

Executioner.

So I decided

to wait until the fight started.

And I had no idea where they were sitting,

so I went up top to get a better view.

All right.

Hold it, hold it. Stop right there.

This is Dunne

you're talking about.

- Naval uniform? Commander Kevin Dunne?

- Right.

- Talking with Rabat

before he shoots Kirkland? - Yeah.

- I recognized him, and I'd just seen him

come in. - No, then you saw wrong.

It wasn't Dunne.

He could not be a part of it.

Will you just listen

to the rest?

- Oh, I'm sorry.

- That seat's taken.

Oh, but you

can sit here.

- Well, I'll just need one minute.

- Me too.

It's in the pocket.

- Excuse me. Did you say something?

- It's in the pocket.

- Possible make.

- Pocket?

- So you've been writing to me.

- Just look in the envelope, Mr Secretary.

- What is it? - It's the satellite infra-reds

from yesterday's tests.

- They gave me those. They showed convergent

impact. - They gave you doctored copies.

- These are the originals from the proving

ground computers. - Make is good. Stand by.

Please, just look for yourself.

- Okay.

- She has the infra-reds.

I need you to look at the heat flashes

here at the moment of impact.

- If the AirGuard had made full intercept

like it's supposed to, - Start the count.

- Copy. - There would be one dot,

but there's two every time.

The target blows up, but the AirGuard

never gets within ten metres of it.

- Then why would the target blow up?

- Bring on the pain, baby!

Because they rigged it, Mr Secretary.

They put on a fireworks display for you.

The AirGuard doesn't work, and the

company knows the system doesn't work...

...but they're pushing it

through anyway.

I know what they're thinking... we get it

approved now, say we're sorry and fix it later.

But I am telling you,

you're the one that's gonna be sorry.

- Jesus Christ!

Bert Powell's out of his mind. -

If you deploy that weapons system

and a war breaks out...

- All right. I get the picture.

- Hello? Who?

Don't make plans for

the next six months, young lady.

You're going to be sending

some people to jail.

That's not what happened.

That's not what happened.

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