The Bionic Woman Page #10

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When Jaime doesn't answer, Maggie looks back at her -- Jaime's

STARING, Maggie follows her gaze to the DOOR, where -

ERIC just entered, looking deeply WORRIED, almost SCARED.

Maggie looks back and forth between the two of them.

MAGGIE (CONT'D)

Or, you know... not.

47.

JAIME:

(to Maggie)

Can you cover for me? Again?

INT. CHINESE RESTAURANT -- TABLE BY WINDOW -- DAY

A crowded RESTAURANT in CHINATOWN. It's heavily decorated

with paper lanterns, floor-to-ceiling shelves of CARVED

FIGURES, various statues of BUDDHA and other BODHISATTVAS. *

JAIME AND ERIC sit at a table in front of a huge plate-glass

window overlooking the busy STREETS. The tables around them

are CROWDED with CHINESE PEOPLE speaking rapid CANTONESE.

It's an ECHO of the earlier scene -- Jaime and Eric sitting

across from each other, drinking tea in front of a window,

but the feeling couldn't be more DIFFERENT.

JAIME:

I know... I owe you everything. I

do.

(wryly)

I'm not very good at it. I've spent

my life avoiding relying on anyone.

People always disappoint you.

ERIC:

(an edge of pain)

I don't want you to owe me.

He pulls something out of his pocket, puts it on the table.

It's a small JEWELER'S BOX, grey, threadbare, very OLD.

ERIC (CONT'D)

When we stopped at the house, before -before

we were -

(can't go on)

This is what I wanted to get.

He opens the box -- there's an ANTIQUE ENGAGEMENT RING inside.

ERIC (CONT'D)

It was my mother's. I want it to be

yours.

Jaime picks up the box, looks at the ring FLASH in the light.

JAIME:

You have another life, one I didn't

know anything about. You lied to

me. About everything.

(looks up at him)

I don't know you.

She pushes the ring back across the table to him.

48.

JAIME (CONT'D)

And I can't marry a stranger.

Before she can go on, Eric jumps in, rapid, almost FRANTIC --

ERIC:

I couldn't tell you the truth! Jonas

let me do things in years that would

have taken decades in the medical

establishment -- but the price was

secrecy. If I'd told you, it would

have put you in danger.

(fervent)

I'd do anything to keep you from

being hurt -

JAIME:

I know you would. You already did.

Eric pauses, surprised at the gentleness in her voice.

JAIME (CONT'D)

You know, I was really angry at you.

If you'd asked me yesterday, I would

have said I never wanted to see you

again. But then... I had to lie to

Becca last night. You're right. *

Sometimes you can't tell the truth.

No matter how much you want to.

She pushes the closed box back to him -

JAIME (CONT'D)

I don't want to marry a stranger -

-- but she takes his hand in hers, the box forgotten.

JAIME (CONT'D)

-- but I want to get to know you.

(off his surprise)

I don't know who you are. But right

now, I don't know who I am, either.

Eric is holding her hand like he's afraid she'll VANISH.

JAIME (CONT'D)

So maybe we should try this whole

thing again.

ERIC:

Ask me anything. Anything.

JAIME:

Actually, I sort of need to tell you

something. I, um -- I picked up a

car.

49.

ERIC:

You --what?

JAIME:

I know, I know. No one saw me.

(admitting)

It was kinda fun.

Eric just looks at her for a beat -- then they both GRIN.

ERIC:

I'll bet it was. You want to get

out of here?

JAIME:

Before I get fired? Yeah.

They stand up, still HOLDING HANDS, SILHOUETTED in the window -

THE HUGE PLATE-GLASS WINDOW EXPLODES.

ERIC goes FLYING backwards, as SHATTERED GLASS flies inward,

a RAIN of cutting SHARDS hailing the restaurant, as

THRACKK!THRACKK!THRACKK! rapidfire NOISE like THUNDERCRACKS -GUNSHOTS,

tearing through the restaurant.

A HUGE SHELF UNIT by the window TOPPLES ONTO ERIC, torn with

BULLET HOLES from the back -- meanwhile THE REGISTER explodes

in a GEYSER of cash and smoking electronics; PAPER LANTERNS

ARE RIPPED TO SHREDS as SHOTS RAKE across the room; A STONE

BUDDHA CRACKS, POCKED with bulletholes, TOPPLING to the floor.

CHAOS as the CUSTOMERS PANIC, SCREAMING and RUNNING for the

FIRE EXIT at the back as GUNSHOTS CRACK through the air -

JAIME has DROPPED, scrambling low across the floor to get to

ERIC, PINNED under the shelving -- DAZED, barely conscious -

JAIME puts her hands beneath the huge bookcase -- and HEAVES

it up, SHOVING it to the side with a CRASH.

JAIME (CONT'D)

Eric!

THREE BULLET HOLES are drilled neatly into his chest,

BLOSSOMING into BRIGHT RED STAINS across his shirt. Jaime

pulls him out, CRADLES him in her arms. He COUGHS, wetly.

JAIME (CONT'D)

Hush, it's all right -- stay still -

ANOTHER RIFLESHOT CRACKS across the restaurant, SHATTERING

the large glass POULTRY CASE -- and

50.

JAIME turns INSTINCTIVELY, looking at the shattered case -and

for the first time, her BIONIC EYE KICKS IN.

POV JAIME, VFX as she sees a HEADS-UP COMBAT DISPLAY, info

SCROLLING rapidly down the sides -- and the TRAJECTORY of

the bullet superimposed in a GLOWING GREEN LINE.

BACK ON JAIME as she almost FALLS backwards, DISORIENTED by

the display -- but she quickly RECOVERS, keeping her hold on

Eric as she instinctively looks BACK UP -

POV JAIME, VFX as her eye FOLLOWS the TRAJECTORY LINE up

into the ROOFTOPS of CHINATOWN -- her eye ZOOMS IN on the

terminal point, THOUSANDS of yards away, MAGNIFYING -

A RIFLE BARREL, sighting scope GLINTING in the sun, so DISTANT

it would INVISIBLE to the naked eye -- and

A WOMAN holds the rifle, pointing it DIRECTLY at the

restaurant --SARAH, the woman from the opening scene, perched

atop an ABANDONED OFFICE BUILDING.

She FIRES AGAIN. The bionic eye TRACKS the bullet in a BLAZE

of light like a CONTRAIL -

JAIME DIVES hard the side, taking Eric with her, -- THE BULLET

SPLINTERS the floor where they were a MOMENT before.

INT. STOREROOM -- DAY

Jaime BURSTS into the storeroom, carrying Eric -- she CRASHES

into the wall, cans CLATTERING down around her as she CROUCHES

down over Eric. He looks up at her, gasping, breath hitching.

ERIC:

James...

JAIME:

It's ok -- you're going to be ok -(

shouting)

Help! Someone help us!

O.S. the RATTLE of GUNFIRE, hitting the restaurant AGAIN -the

storeroom wall CRACKS from a shot on the other side.

JAIME (CONT'D)

Please! Somebody -

Eric looks oddly PEACEFUL as he gazes up at her -- one hand

reaches up to BRUSH her face -

ERIC:

... I think... you're beautiful...

His breathing is rapid, shallow. BLOOD is pooling on the

floor beneath him. Jaime CLUTCHES him close -

51.

JAIME:

It's all right. Just hold on, ok?

-- and reaches into her pocket, pulls out THE BLACK CELL

PHONE that Jonas gave her. She pushes CALL. The phone RINGS *

exactly ONCE. *

JONAS:

I'm here.

JAIME:

We need help. Someone's shooting -Eric

-- he's hurt -

JONAS:

Ruth can track your position from

the phone. I'll be there as fast as

I can. Can you hold things down?

And suddenly, something in Jaime's face CHANGES -- she's

strangely CALM. She knows she's going to have to FIGHT.

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