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GABRIEL:

What's wrong, Stanley, you looklike you've seen a ghost?

Gabriel looks in and sees the empty wine bottle at thecomputer station.

GABRIEL:

C'mon, Stanley. Let's talk.

STANLEY:

(uneasy)

Okay...

Let's go.

GABRIEL:

STANLEY:

Why can't we talk here?

GABRIEL:

'Cause I don't want to talk to youin the house, Stanley.

Gabriel walks out. Stanley slowly follows.

Let's go.

GABRIEL:

Stan slowly follows.

92 INT. LAMBORGHINI - MOVING - NIGHT 92

GABRIEL:

How you doing, Stanley?

Fine.

STANLEY:

(obviously not fine)

GABRIEL:

Something you need to say to me?

STANLEY:

(freaked)

What the hell is going on here?

GABRIEL:

(totally cool)

You know anything about HarryHoudini?

Stan definitely doesn't get the point.

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GABRIEL:

He used to make an elephant

disappear in a theater full of

people. You know how he did it?

Gabriel unwraps a piece of gum -

STANLEY:

How?

-- and sticks the piece in his mouth.

GABRIEL:

Misdirection.

Gabriel whips right down a side street and drops the

hammer. He blows through a stop sign, then another.

CARS CRASH. He is calm, cool, but continues to glance in

his rearview mirror.

STANLEY:

What are you doing?

GABRIEL:

We have a tail.

(beat)

Hope you had a light lunch, Stan.

Gabriel slides left into an alley, gets it under control

and SCREAMS toward the other side. A black Suburban

pulls up, closing off the alley. He slides to a stop and

slams it into reverse. Backwards at 60-plus miles per

hour.

GABRIEL:

Hold the wheel.

Gabriel reaches in the passenger floorboard and pulls up

a duffel bag. He unzips it, and withdraws what the

Marines call a SAW -- a Belgian-designed machine gun,

compact but with 1500 rounds of Swiss cheese action per

minute, powerful enough for the U.S. to replace the M-60.

STANLEY:

Sh*t, it's blocked.

Gabriel looks behind them, another black Suburban has

blocked them in. The one from the other side and a third

comes toward them down the alley.

GABRIEL:

Keep it straight.

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The speedometer needle is pegged at 0 as they SCREAM

backwards.

Gabriel unfolds the stock and then withdraws a 100-round

box wrapped in white tape and printed with AP. He clips

it and pulls back the bolt. He grabs the wheel from

Stan.

GABRIEL:

It's just rough when you grow up

lovin' James Bond movies. Don't

worry, Stanley, it'll be over soon.

ANGLE ON LAMBO:

As the Diablo slams backwards into the Suburban at sixty

mph. Bam.

Gabriel unbuckles himself and stands up through the open

roof and UNLOADS FULL-AUTO into the Suburban. The armor-

piercing SHELLS PENETRATE the Armalite GLASS, RIPPING the

occupants to shreds.

Gabriel turns, FIRING at the other Suburban.

GABRIEL:

Drive, drive!

Stanley slides under Gabriel as Gabriel steps into the

passenger side. The wheels spin, the Lambo is wedged

under the Suburban.

GABRIEL:

Go, go!

Gabriel continues to BLAST FULL-AUTO, tearing the

Suburban to shrapnel.

STANLEY:

I am!

Finally the mortally wounded but still kicking

Lamborghini tears free of the Suburban and rockets head- on

toward the other. Stanley drives like a maniac.

Gabriel RIPS it on FULL-AUTO, meatloafing the driver.

The Suburban veers into the wall. Smack.

Stanley whips beside it and Gabriel STRAFES down the

side, opening it up. Stan whips right onto a main

street.

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More Suburbans head at them. Stan SCREAMS left into

another alley. Through the cross streets whipping by at

100 mph, we see Suburbans parallel to them.

Stan cranks his wheel right.

STANLEY:

Sh*t!

GABRIEL:

(changing out a clip)

Keep your cool, Stanley.

The Lambo rolls to a stop and Gabriel hops out, running

at the Suburbans.

After a moment of all-out GI Joe-style blitzkrieg, it's

over.

Gabriel walks to a body lying in the street. He turns

over the body and looks at the face.

GABRIEL:

Goddamit. I knew it.

Gabriel walks back to one of the burning Suburbans where

Stanley stands.

GABRIEL:

Get in the f***ing car, Stanley.

STANLEY:

I'm not going anywhere until you

tell me what's going on.

Gabriel pulls out his H&K, points it at Stanley.

GABRIEL:

You're on my good side and you

want to stay there. Stanley, I

like you, but don't confuse

kindness with weakness. So, get

in the f***in' car. I need my

hydra.

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FADE IN:

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94 INT. GABRIEL'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT 94

Stanley is working at his terminal.

GINGER:

Stanley? You alright?

STANLEY:

What do you think? I just watched

that maniac murder ten men in the

street. I'm just f***ing great.

It doesn't matter if I get my

daughter back if I'm dead. Even

if I do survive this, who's gonna

keep me out of jail? You?

She walks over to him and kneels down, places her hand on

his leg, looks up at him.

GINGER:

I won't let anything happen to

you, Stanley. You have to trust

me.

STANLEY:

Trust you? Two hours ago I

found out you're D.E.A. The

feds are crawling up my ass and

there's a dead body in the

basement that looks just like

Gabriel.

She doesn't move.

GINGER:

Stanley, if we don't find out who

he's working for then we're just

going to have to do this all over

again.

STANLEY:

Your little slush fund is not my

problem. I'm pulling the plug on

this rodeo. Roberts may be an

a**hole, but he is definitely the

lesser of the two evils.

GINGER:

I've been working on this thing

for eight months, and I will not

let some jarhead fed f*** up my

operation. Please, I know what

I'm doing.

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GINGER:

C'mon, Stanley. You have twelve

hours. Do what he wants. Finish

the worm.

STANLEY:

You're starting to sound just likehim.

They look at each other.

computer screens.

Stanley turns toward the

FADE TO BLACK.

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97 CLOSEUP - FLY-FISHING REEL 97

as it quickly unwinds.

EXT. RIVER - MORNING

Reisman, dressed in your average, fly-fishing garb,

stands in the shallow water of a wide river, thinking hehas contained the situation, is doing what he enjoys

most. He rewinds the reel and flicks it out again; thehook sails into the distance.

A huge Cohiba cigar hangs from his satisfied grin.

Faintly, we hear the WHINE OF MACHINERY. Jim hears it,

too, odd since we are so far in the boonies. He looks

around, then up and we PUSH IN TO a CLOSEUP.

REISMAN'S POV

An evil-looking, camouflaged gunship suddenly crests thehill directly above him, ROTORS THUMPING.

BACK TO SCENE:

Reisman ducking, his cigar falling from his mouth, has tofight to hold on to his ridiculous fishing hat.

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