The Saint Page #14

FRANKIE:

What was that?

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ST. PETERSBURG - STREET - NIGHT

TEMPLAR stands in a shop doorway. He pulls out his homing device. Adjusts the screen.

INSERT - THE HOMING DEVICE

The computerized screen now shows the ST. PETERSBURG CITY GRID. Two pulses: 1) a fixed pulse (Templar) and 2) a moving pulse (Jillian) on the other side of town. Templar turns his collar up; walks off into the night.

EXT. ST. PETERSBURG - STREETS - NIGHT

TEMPLAR comes down a street in a scummy part of town. A GUY in a doorway swigs a vodka bottle, looking dangerously at Templar. A few PROSTITUTES pass. Templar pulls out the homing device.

INSERT - THE HOMING DEVICE - The MOVING PULSE is one block from Templar, emanating from inside a huge building, the NEVSKY RAIL STATION.

BACK TO SCENE - Templar pockets the homing device and walks across the street to the train station.

INT. NEVSKY STATION - MAIN CONCOURSE - NIGHT

An enormous facility, 100 yards long with a vaulted ceiling and entrances at the north and south ends.

Templar-enters from the north, looking around. He walks quickly to the center of the station concourse.

STATION LOUDSPEAKER (v.o.)

Next train to Moscow boarding on platform 8.

Templar approaches Platform 8. Passengers are boarding the next train to Moscow. Against the wall, a gang of ten PROSTITUTES are smoking, drinking vodka, laughing. Templar freezes. JILLIAN is with the prostitutes. Her back's to Templar, but it's her. Same "atomic" jacket, the shoes Templar gave her, same height, same weight. ...

Templar isn't the only one who's spotted her... TWO MEN IN BLACK TRENCHCOATS, obviously Tretiak's men, are converging upon Jillian from the other direction. They haven't yet seen Templar...

Templar moves off quickly, drawing his gun. As Tretiak's men move in for the kill. TEMPLAR falls in behind them, WHIPPING the barrel of his gun over one, then the other. They fall, unconscious. The PROSTITUTES, alarmed, whirl around and...

...It's not Jillian. Templar, thunderstruck, looks at THE PROSTITUTE'S feet. She's wearing JILLIAN'S SHOES and JACKET. On her wrist is JILLIAN'S WRISTWATCH. Templar turns. The TRAIN TO MOSCOW is pulling out of the station. ...

Templar sprints away, back toward the station concourse. It's all clear now; Jillian sold her clothes and watch and bought a ticket to Moscow.

EXT. NEVSKY STATION - NIGHT

AUTOMOBILES are parked in front of the station. Templar picks a B.M.W. out come the burglar's tools. Templar's through the door lock in two seconds. He gets in and shoves a tool in the ignition lock.

CUT TO:

INT. TEMPLAR'S STOLEN B.M.W. - NIGHT

Templar speeds down the highway, moving in and out of traffic. His cellular phone chirps. He unpockets it, clicks it on.

FRANKIE:

Simon. Good news.

INT. ST. PETERSBURG - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT

In the b.g. through a window, we see Tretiak's headquarters looming down the street. Frankie sits in front of six VIDEO MONITORS like those in Tretiak's headquarters; they are receiving the video transmissions from Tretiak's surveillance cameras. We see exteriors, Zubov's lab, corridors, etc. Frankie is looking at A MONITOR OF TRETIAK'S OFFICE; Tretiak is pacing, talking on the phone.

FRANKIE:

They haven't found her and they don't know where she is.

INTERCUT - FRANKIE IN HOTEL/TEMPLAR DRIVING

TEMPLAR:

She's on a train to Moscow.

FRANKIE:

That's bad news. They're 'stopping every train leaving the city.

TEMPLAR:

Call you later, Frankie.

Templar tosses the phone and jerks the wheel. The B.M.W. veers wildly across three lanes of traffic, swerving off the highway down an exit ramp.

CUT TO:

EXT. ROAD SOUTH OF ST. PETERSBURG - NIGHT

The St. Petersburg city outskirts. Templar's B.M.W. rounds a corner onto a two-lane road running next to the Moscow line train tracks.

INT. TEMPLAR'S B.M.W - NIGHT

Templar stares ahead through the windshield.

TEMPLAR'S POV - THE TRAIN TRACKS - A half mile ahead is a street crossing. We see the blinking caboose lights of the TRAIN TO MOSCOW. It's stopped at an intersection in front of TWO BLACK SEDANS parked across the tracks.

INT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - NIGHT

JILLIAN sits alone, looking around nervously, wondering why the hell the train's stopped. Her hair is brushed over the gash on her forehead. She wears the prostitute's ratty jacket and shoes.

INT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - FRONT CARS

Two of Tretiak's men enter the first passenger car, heads swiveling back and forth, checking every passenger's face.

EXT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - REAR CAR - NIGHT

Templar runs up to the rear passenger car.

INT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - FRONT CARS - NIGHT

Tretiak's men come through the third car.

INT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - REAR CARS - NIGHT

Templar comes the other way looking for Jillian. Through one car and into the next. He sees JILLIAN. This time it is her.

INT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - FRONT CARS - NIGHT

On come Tretiak's men, into another car. They're one car away now...

INT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - JILLIAN'S CAR

JILLIAN sits up in her seat; she looks through the connecting door into the next car, which TRETIAK'S MEN are entering. She rises to flee, running into --

-- TEMPLAR. Jillian's eyes bulge. She's going to scream. Templar clamps her mouth and shoves her forward to the exit door which opens to the parallel tracks. Templar wrenches open the door and sticks his head outside, looking down the tracks. We hear a TRAIN WHISTLE and RUMBLING WHEELS. Templar comes back inside. TRETIAK'S MEN are half-way through the next car and approaching fast.

TEMPLAR:

We're going to jump. Okay?

Jillian, terrified, wide-eyed, nods. And they jump.

EXT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - PARALLEL TRACKS

Templar and Jillian lunge from the train onto the parallel tracks. A train whistle BLARES. Jillian looks up; her face contorts with shock at -- A TRAIN bearing down on them at 60 m.p.h. 100 feet. Now 70. 50. Jesus, it's right on top of them...

TEMPLAR grabs her hand and yanks her across the tracks with 10 feet to go. The TRAIN SCREAMS past them.

INT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - DAY

TRETIAK'S MEN enter the car where Jillian was. Outside, the St. Petersburg train flashes by, blocking any view of Templar and Jillian on the other side of the tracks. They continue down the aisle, into the next car.

EXT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - PARALLEL TRACKS

The train to St. Petersburg is gone. Jillian stares at Templar with hateful eyes. He gets up and yanks her to her feet. Pulls her back toward the train to Moscow.

INT. TRAIN TO MOSCOW - REAR CAR - NIGHT

A GERMAN BUSINESSMAN is having a heated conversation on a cellular phone. Outside, we see TRETIAK'S MEN walking toward their vehicles. Templar and Jillian enter the private berth across from the businessman. It has reclining chairs and a curtain for privacy. The train BEGINS MOVING again. Templar and Jillian sit, regarding each other.

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