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MARY:

Nothing... just tired.

She forces a smile. Swan frowns suspiciously as he turns

down a service road, pulls into...

EXT. SELF-STORAGE WAREHOUSE - DAY

Swan pulls up to the loading dock of the warehouse.

INSIDE THE TRUCK CAB

MARY:

Why are we stopping here?

SWAN:

We're moving' on. I have to pick up the

supplies. Just two little boxes.

Mary turns white.

MARY:

No... No more killing.

SWAN:

Stay here.

MARY:

Alex, please.

SWAN:

Stay in the truck.

He gets out, disappears into the building.

Mary glances around desperately, sees a phone booth at the

corner. She looks back at the warehouse, the phone again,

terrified.

LOADING DOCK:

Yanking her door open, Mary dashes to the booth, searches her

pockets. Empty. She dials zero... it rings and rings, then

finally...

OPERATOR (O.C.)

Operator.

MARY:

Get me the police!

OPERATOR (O.C.)

Is this an emergency?

MARY:

Yes! Please, hurry!

Mary's back is to the warehouse as she waits forever.

SERGEANT'S VOICE

Police, Sergeant Doyle speaking.

MARY:

Please, I need help, my name is--

SERGEANT DOYLE'S VOICE

Whoa, slow down, lady. Now what's

that again?

Suddenly Mary sees the reflection of a face in the phone

booth glass. She whirls - Swan is standing behind her!

SWAN:

Who are you calling, sis?

MARY:

What? Nobody, I-

She tries to hang up. Swan grabs the receiver.

MARY:

Alex, please-

SWAN:

Shut up!

(into phone)

Who is this?

SERGEANT DOYLE'S VOICE

Sergeant Doyle, Metro P.D. Look, what's going

on--?

Swan's eyes turn cold, SLAMS down the phone.

MARY:

Help!

Swan grabs Mary, dragging her with him. A pair of TEENAGE

BOYS on skateboards notice, veer over.

BOY:

Hey--?

Swan whips out his Mac-11. The Boys skate for cover as Swan

drags Mary back to the U-Haul.

The open back door reveals a number of 55 gallon drums, some

boxes and two milk crates of C4. He SLAMS down the sliding

door, moves around front and shoves Mary inside.

INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY

Caught in traffic, map spread out in his lap, Reilly slams on

his horn.

REILLY:

C'mon, move it.

His police radio crackles.

DISPATCHER VOICE

All units, 211 reported at 8th and Sycamore.

Suspect is a Caucasian male, armed with an

automatic weapon, last seen heading east with

female hostage in a U-Haul truck ...

Reilly perks up, checks his map.

Jamming the wheel, he crashes out of traffic, ripping the

bumper off the car in front of him, and rockets away.

He grabs his mic, thinks, disguises his voice.

REILLY:

Dispatch, this is Reilly.

DISPATCHER VOICE

Go ahead.

REILLY:

Patch me through to the Bomb Squad.

DISPATCHER VOICE

Aren't you on suspension?

REILLY:

Just do it.

DISPATCHER VOICE

Hang on.

Reilly runs a red.

T.J.'S VOICE

T.J. here.

REILLY:

T.J., it's Reilly, put Glass on!

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

T.J. is in the passenger seat, Bev sits in the back with

Schnoz, Glass drives. Glass takes the mic.

GLASS:

What's up?

INTERCUT WITH REILLY

REILLY:

Where you guys at?

GLASS:

Driving in circles, waiting for-

REILLY:

Catch that alert? That's him in the U-Haul.

GLASS:

How do you know?

REILLY:

Cuz he got the girl, now he's leaving town.

GLASS:

Should we head for the Interstate?

REILLY:

Would you?

GLASS:

No, I'd slip out past the hotel district,

behind Greyhound...

REILLY:

Me, too.

Reilly hangs up, fishtails around a corner, map blowing out

the window.

EXT. STREETS - DAY

Patrol cars, unmarked and the SWAT Van criss-cross the

streets in confusion...

EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY

T.J. speeds by in the Bomb Squad van.

INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY

Reilly swerves onto 8th Street, eyes searching desperately.

Rounding the rear of a huge glass luxury hotel, Reilly

catches a glimpse of orange disappear around a corner.

Reilly bangs a hard right to go around the block.

REILLY:

(into mic)

Glass, Eighth Street, alley behind Grand

Hotel. Cut him off.

GLASS (0.C.)

(on radio)

You got it.

EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY

The Bomb Squad accelerates...

INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY

Reilly changes channels on the radio...

REILLY:

(into mic)

All units, suspect spotted heading down alley

behind Grand Hotel.

(MORE)

REILLY (cont.)

(beat)

We need back-up, now.

EXT./INT. STREET - SWAT VAN - MOVING - DAY

Winters is shocked at the sound of Reilly's voice.

WINTERS:

(into mic)

Reilly, what the hell are you-?

REILLY (O.C.)

(on radio)

Fire me later. Close in and we got the

bastard.

WINTERS:

Pull back. You're only an observer.

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

Reilly throws down his mic, aims at the alley ahead and

speeds up, then cranks into the alley, SCREECHES to a stop.

EXT. ALLEY - DAY

The U-Haul barrels down the alley. Swan sees Reilly up ahead

get out of his car and aim his .357

Swan SLAMS on the brakes. Throws the vehicle into reverse.

Checks his mirror to see the Bomb Squad Van appear at the end

of the alley. He's completely pinned in.

Glass and T.J. jump out, they are in bullet-proof vest,

aiming shotguns, using the van as a shield. Bev jumps out

with Schnoz and slips behind the van entirely.

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