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AT THE STUDEBAKER

Reilly's radio CRACKLES...

WINTERS (O.C.)

Reilly, what's happening? Reilly! Reilly!

Do not engage. We're five minutes-

REILLY:

(into mic)

We'll keep him pinned in, you guys hurry up!

Reilly throws done the mic, takes aim again.

THE U-HAUL

idles. Swan's rage erupts. He climbs out with Mary in tow.

ALLEY:

Reilly aims carefully...

Swan keeps his Mac-11 to Mary's head. Reilly is frozen by the

move. Swan backs to the rear of the van. He slides up the

door, revealing the drums and explosives to the Bomb Squad.

He reaches in and grabs a remote control.

SIRENS are coming closer, only a block or two away...

AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN

Glass and T.J. drop their jaws. They see Swan depress the

remote, arming the explosives.

T.J.

Jesus...

GLASS:

Reilly! He's loaded!

ALLEY:

REILLY:

(yelling)

Glass, you guys take cover, goddammit!

SWAN:

I want out, right now. Or the whole city

block is gone.

GLASS:

Reilly, he's got enough to do it.

Reilly leaves the cover of his car and scurries along the

side of the alley, escaping Swan's view.

Swan rages. He moves around the van, pulling Mary along.

Swan SPRAYS a FLURRY of bullets over Reilly's head... Reilly

dives for cover as bullets rip the alley wall inches from his

face.

Swan whirls and SPRAYS the Bomb Squad Van, dropping T.J. with

a shot to the leg. Bev drops to his aid. Glass grimaces,

having been hit in the shoulder.

Reilly moves forward about to take the shot.

GLASS (cont.)

Reilly, don't. He's got a pressure switch.

He releases it, we're done for.

Swan turns back to Reilly, rams his Mac-11 to her throat.

SWAN:

Drop it.

MARY:

(to Reilly)

Take him!

Mary jerks away from Swan.

Reilly fast FIRES.

Swan takes Reilly's SHOTS in the chest. He smiles as he

starts to fall, his hand starts to open up to release the

detonator...

Mary dives onto Swan and grabs at the remote, clasping it in

her hands. Swan collapses, Mary on top of him.

Reilly and Glass sprint at the U-Haul, reaching a trembling,

bleeding Mary.

She clinches her jaw, fighting the grief, holding on to the

remote.

Reilly reaches Mary first and puts his hands over her's - she

looks up into his eyes--distraught.

GLASS:

Hold on to that thing tight.

Glass goes to the explosives and looks over the set-up.

GLASS (cont.)

Jesus F***ing H. Christ...

Reilly has never heard Glass swear before...

REILLY:

F*** factor?

GLASS:

Off the scale.

REILLY:

What do we do?

Glass turns to Mary.

GLASS:

Can you hold it?

She nods. Reilly releases her gently, joining Glass at the

van.

REILLY:

Talk to me. Let's assess.

GLASS:

Right.

Glass stares at the digital read-out on the device anchored

in one of the C4 crates. It reads: "1:30, 1:29..."

REILLY:

C'mon, talk to me! We can do it!

GLASS:

He has a timer going as back-up, in case we

got a hold of the remote.

(beat)

Okay... first, run your fingers along

the edges, feel for a sensor.

Reilly does it the way he saw Glass do it before.

GLASS:

Good, now the other side.

REILLY:

Nothing.

GLASS:

Okay, let's go in.

f 1:
18, 1:17, 1:16 ....

Reilly feels around, finally finds an access hole.

Reilly works the hole bigger.

GLASS (cont.)

Not enough time ... gotta go for the

blasting cap. Only one chance... hand

entry.

REILLY:

Keep talking.

GLASS:

Close your eyes, feel your fingertips. Tell

me everything you feel.

Reilly' hand disappears into the hole.

CLOSE-UP - INSIDE THE BOMB

His fingers snake through complex circuitry as he describes

each layer.

REILLY:

Wires... metal, cold... something soft...

GLASS:

Don't touch that.

BACK TO SCENE:

The red digital numbers keep counting down: 0:38, 0:37, 0:36

REILLY:

More metal... sharp edge...

GLASS:

Stay to your left.

Deeper, deeper.

AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN

The SWAT Van and a unit arrive, Winters and Benson jump out,

the SWAT Team is about to follow-

T.J.

Get outta here, Swan's down, but they're

chilling a device.

Winters looks to the action at the U-Haul, sees Reilly and

Glass busy at work. He nods at Benson.

f 0:
30, 0:29, 0:28...

Finally Reilly' fingers touch a button object. We hear the

SWAT Van and the unit retreat at the end of the alley.

REILLY:

Something round, two wires ...

GLASS:

That's the blasting cap - good! Okay, now

grab it by the base and pull it straight up.

No, Wait...

REILLY:

What's wrong?

GLASS:

Too easy. There's gotta be something else in

there, another cap maybe.

REILLY:

Make up your mind, trigger.

f 0:
19, 0:18, 0:17...

GLASS:

Ease your thumb over to the right - feel

anything?

Reilly eyes shift as his hidden fingers feel around...

REILLY:

Yeah, another round thing.

GLASS:

Okay, one of the caps turns it on,

the other shuts it down.

REILLY:

Which one's which?

GLASS:

I don't know.

REILLY:

What... ?

GLASS:

When in doubt, pull the yellow wire.

REILLY:

How the hell do you feel yellow?

GLASS:

No excuses, just do it!

f 10... Reilly glares at Glass.

f 9... His face is dripping with sweat.

f 8... His fingers shift back to the first cap.

f 7... They close over it, ready to pull.

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