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SWAN'S VOICE

You have exactly thirty minutes to release the

girl where you found her.

TRACER:

Twelve ...

SWAN'S VOICE

Thirty minutes.

TRACER:

Nine ...

WINTERS:

How do we know you'll keep your word?

Click, dial tone.

Winters flashes a look at the Tracer. The Tracer yanks off

his headphones in utter frustration.

WINTERS:

(to his men)

Okay, let's move!

The room erupts into action. Benson and the SWAT Team are

the first ones out the door...

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

Hauntingly familiar. An unmarked police car pulls up and

stops behind the machine shop.

EXT./INT. ALLEY - CAR

Harry sits behind the wheel. Mary sits in the back,

handcuffed to Pluchinsky.

Pluchinsky unlocks the cuffs. Mary's eyes flare

PLUCHINSKY:

Get out and go to the machine shop -

Mary steps out of the car. She glances around--then heads in

the opposite direction of the Machine Shop. Pluchinsky

curses. He starts to go after her, but realizes he'd better

clear the area. He peals out.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Undercover Men in various disguises track her from cars, and

on foot, communicating by hidden mics. A WINO eyes her

carefully, lifts a bottle to his mouth and whispers...

WINO:

She's out of the bag.

Mary exits the alley onto the street, searching where to go.

She turns down the street and moves fast, eyes darting about.

EXT. STREET

The SWAT van is tucked into an alley...

INSIDE THE SWAT VAN

Winters, Benson and Team monitor the radio communication.

WINO (O.C.)

(on the radio)

Position Four. Turning on Elm.

EXT. ELM STREET - DAY

Mary crosses the street, a Camero nearly clips her. She

makes it safely to the sidewalk and passes a TRUCK DRIVER

eating a hot dog. After she moves off...

TRUCK DRIVER:

(speaks into sleave)

Six. She's crossing to Main.

Mary looks around quickly, blends into a crowd coming out of

a store and ducks inside.

TRUCK DRIVER (cont.)

She just went into a department store. She's

out of sight.

INSIDE THE SWAT VAN

Winters grabs the mic...

WINTERS:

Seal the building!

(to Benson)

Let's move.

The SWAT van RUMBLES to life.

INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - DAY

Mary bolts through the store, ducks through a service door.

EXT. DEPARTMENT STORE - SERVICE ENTRANCE - ALLEY - DAY

Mary bursts out, runs like a spooked horse.

As she dashes to the mouth of the the alley, she runs smack

into the Camaro that almost hit her. It SCREECHES to a stop.

The passenger door flies open.

Mary leans down and looks in, flushes. It's Swan. He

reaches over and yanks her inside, TEARS away.

The Truck Driver runs into the other end of the alley.

He starts to give chase as Swan tosses a small package out of

the car. The Truck Driver dives for cover as...

KA-BOOOOM!!! A dumpster EXPLODES. The Truck Driver jumps to

his feet...

TRUCK DRIVER:

(into sleave)

We have contact. Black Camaro-

INSIDE THE SWAT VAN

The Van SPEEDS up as we hear...

TRUCK DRIVER (O.C.)

-license number HQW-256.

EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY

From every direction, unmarked cars, squad units and the SWAT

Van converge on the area.

INT. CAMARO - MOVING

Swan drives with deadly confidence, glances at Mary tenderly.

SWAN:

You okay?

MARY:

Alex-

SWAN:

I know. I warned them.

He swerves left, then right, pulling a transmitter out of his

pocket.

MARY:

What is that?

SWAN:

Security.

He sets a dial to 10, pushes a button.

The transmitter counts down... 9, 8, 7...

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

The Camaro tears down a one-way alley going the wrong way.

INTERCUT WITH TRANSMITTER COUNTDOWN - 6, 5, 4...

Undercover vehicles race after the Camero, seconds behind.

f 5, 4, 3 ...

They swerve into the alley.

Then just as Swan whooshes out, a charge EXPLODES a stack of

gallon drums. They fall down into the path of the

pursuers who crash into the FLAMING DRUMS.

The lead car EXPLODES...

EXT./INT. STREET - CAMERO - MOVING - DAY

Mary looks back in horror as she's whisked away.

INT. DOWNTOWN BAR - DAY

Dark, filthy, last stop to nowhere.

INT. BACK HALLWAY

Drunk, dejected, looking like sh*t, Reilly waits for a fix

with a couple other JUNKIES. The TV in the bar drones in the

background.

The Dealer appears and gestures to Reilly.

DEALER:

C'mon, cowboy, you're next.

Reilly trudges over.

DEALER:

Okay, what's it gonna be? I got China White,

Snow Flake, Ivory Pearl...

Reilly looks up sharply as he hears the TV, visible through

the doorway.

REPORTER ON TV:

We're coming to you live near the scene of

that latest, explosion that ripped through a

downtown alley less than half an hour ago.

Something clears behind Reilly' eyes.

DEALER:

(impatient)

Hey, a**hole ...

REPORTER ON TV:

Despite growing fears and talk of a coverup,

police have sealed off the area and are

refusing to comment about fatalities, or the

rumor that terrorists may be involved.

Reilly's eyes shift, mind racing.

DEALER:

Hey, I'm talking to you--

Suddenly himself again, Reilly bolts up, sending the Dealer

and his equipment scattering, and streaks off. He bursts out

of the front door of the bar into the glare of sunlight... we

can hear SIRENS not too far off.

INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY

Driving like a maniac as usual, Reilly grabs the radio mike

with one hand, pulls his back-up .357 out of the glove-box.

He listens out the window for the SIRENS, he looks up at the

sound of approaching HELICOPTERS.

EXT. GAS STATION - DAY

In the service bay, a MECHANIC raises the black Camaro on a

hydraulic lift, out of sight from the street.

Out front, Swan pays an ATTENDANT, climbs into an orange U-

Haul truck with Mary, drives off.

A beat, a squad car and an unmarked speed past the Gas

Station.

EXT./INT. STREETS - U-HAUL - MOVING

Swan brushes Mary's hair from her face.

SWAN:

You hungry? We could get something to eat.

Mary shakes her head, scared.

SWAN:

What's the matter?

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