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Swan whirls, pulls a gun as Glass and Reilly pass them.

Reilly double-takes...

INT. STUDEBAKER

Reilly grabs his radio mic, yells into it...

REILLY:

Glass, there they are. Pooch right in front

of you, you got `em, you got `em.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Reilly SKIDS to a dead stop. Glass, up ahead tries to

maneuver around slowing cars as...

The Grenada speeds down a street right in front of the Bomb

Squad Van.

Pooch cranks into a turn and gives chase. Reilly and Glass

are pinned in by other cars. They both finally squeeze out

of their jams in different directions...

EXT./INT. ANOTHER STREET - BOMB SQUAD VAN - DAY

An excited T.J. jumps on the radio.

T.J.

Dispatch, this is Bomb Squad. Suspects

sighted on Fern Street, two blocks from HQ.

In pursuit.

DISPATCHER (O.C.)

Roger that. All available units...

EXT. STREET - DAY

Beard speeds around another corner, the lumbering Van has

difficulty keeping up and loses sight of the Grenada for a

moment.

EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY

The Grenada speeds up, heading towards the Police Station up

ahead.

The Bomb Squad Van appears and speeds up.

ON THE SIDEWALK:

Swan stands discreetly in a phone booth, watching as...

ON THE STREET:

Beard steers towards a parked Squad Car next to the Station -

on collision course. At the last second, Beard dives from the

moving car, hits the pavements and rolls.

The Grenada CRASHES into the Squad Car... but no explosion.

The Bomb Squad Van SKIDS to a stop as two uniformed Officers

rush out of the Station.

Beard has rolled to his feet and is now sprinting off down

the street.

Pooch and T.J. jump out of the Van (leaving a BARKING Schnoz

inside) and sprint towards the Grenada, guns drawn. Pooch is

quickly huffing and puffing. T.J. continues after Beard as

Pooch moves towards the Grenada. The uniforms follow T.J.

Glass on his Harley appears from behind the Van. At the far

end of the street the Studebaker rumbles into view, followed

by a Squad Car, lights flashing. Everyone closing in on

Beard.

T.J. aims and yells at Beard.

T.J.

Police, freeze!

Beard whirls around, SPRAYING automatic weapon FIRE at T.J.

and the Uniforms - they hit the pavement.

A few nearby Pedestrians SCREAM and drop to the ground.

Reilly jumps out of his Studebaker as Beard turns his FIRE on

him, BLOWING OUT his windshield.

Back at the Grenada, Pooch ducks for cover by the open

driver's door.

Glass runs his Harley behind a parked car.

The Squad Car behind Reilly SKIDS to a stop and as Beard

shifts his aim, T.J. and Reilly each PUMP TWO SHOTS into

Beard's torso.

Beard spins around, drops - dead silence on the street.

Relief all around. Everyone stands back up. T.J.'s jaw

drops at the sight of actually having hit the suspect with

his bullets.

AT THE GRENADA:

Pooch exhales in relief, then hears BEEPING coming from the

front seat of the car. He looks in to see the briefcase

open, countdown ticking away.

POOCH:

Oh... damn.

KA-BOOOOOM!!!

The Grenada explodes in a massive FIRE-BALL, throwing nearby

Glass off his feet. Everyone else drops back to the ground,

covering their heads.

DOWN THE STREET - AT THE PHONE BOOTH

Swan grins and walks away down an alley.

We can hear the CRY of Schnoz, WAILING from the front seat of

Van.

INT. POLICE STATION - WINTERS' OFFICE - EARLY EVENING

Reilly stares off into space. Surreal silence, like a

dream... Reilly looks at his watch, keeps his eyes low as he

steals a glance at Glass in the other chair, face wracked

with pain, loss.

They both look through the glass office at the squad room

outside, the sounds of reality fade in... phones ringing,

voices shouting... a tense, chaotic emergency atmosphere.

Reilly and Glass rise as Winters walks in, closes the door.

He sits behind his desk, lights a cigarette.

WINTERS:

Glass, sorry about Pooch, he was a good man.

We don't have time to give you a break right

now, we're going ahead and-

REILLY:

My God, you're going to use her, aren't you?

WINTERS:

(ignoring Reilly)

Glass, you're to stand by with your team.

REILLY:

I promised her she'd be safe.

WINTERS:

It's our only option.

REILLY:

It won't work, he'll know it's a trap...

WINTERS:

Reilly, you're done for now. What the hell

were you thinking directing the Bomb Squad

Team into hot pursuit. They had no business-

REILLY:

I know.

WINTERS:

You've been at the center of two suspect

fatalities and two Police Officer fatalities.

I'll need your badge and your weapon.

Reilly looks at Glass, there'll be no stepping in this time.

He glares at Winters, reaches into his jacket, pulls out the

badge and tosses it on Winter's desk. He pulls out his 9mm,

pops out the clip and open the chamber, sets it down.

INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - EARLY EVENING

Reilly and Glass trudge out, both profoundly disturbed as

they head across the squad room. Glass veers off.

REILLY:

Glass--!

Reilly stares, eyes wet, watching him disappear.

Glancing over, he notices Bev and T.J. sitting with Meg down

the hall, Tommy and Janie asleep in her lap. Schnoz walks up

to Meg, whimpering. Bev wraps her arm around her. T.J.

puts his hand on Bev's shoulder.

Pluchinsky brushes roughly past Reilly, snapping him out of

it. He turns, walks dejectedly out.

EXT. POLICE STATION - REAR ENTRANCE - EARLY MORNING

An armored van screeches up. Doors fly open. Metro SWAT

Team jumps out with equipment, helmets, rush into the

building.

INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - MORNING

Thundering silence. Winters and his men wait by phones.

Their watches tick. So does the clock on the wall. Nothing.

SWAT Team Captain BENSON, huddles with his men.

A phone rings, shattering the quiet. Harry answers it, holds

it up urgently.

HARRY:

It's him!

Winters takes it. A new high-tech TRACER flicks on a new

piece of equipment.

WINTERS:

Winters here.

Swan's voice comes over the squawk box, growling low.

SWAN'S VOICE

You motherfuckers, you don't learn,

do you?!

WINTERS:

We're prepared to talk-

SWAN'S VOICE

Shut up! Shut up!

The Tracer homes in on the signal.

TRACER:

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