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CHAMBERS:

That's quite a party. At least

something fits the pattern. Okay.

Marlow, you up for running point?

MARLOW:

Me, sir?

Marlow's surprise registers with Borjes.

CHAMBERS:

You're the only one with behavioral

science and task force training.

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MARLOW:

Yes, sir.

CHAMBERS:

Okay, Marlow and Mo will take the

Guggenheim. Sheehan, pick two men

and comb the city for contacts. If

they've sneezed on someone, I want

to know about it. Bellhorn and

Fitz, Port Authority and PD. Tell

'em to lock down the island and PD

has clearance to fire if they are

in pursuit. These guys do not leave

Manhattan unless I personally walk

them across a goddamn bridge.

The Agents pair off, and hurry out the door.

EXT. NEW YORK CITY FBI BUREAU - PARKING GARAGE

Marlow and Borjes exit the elevator and head for an unmarked

Crown Vic. Borjes takes the driver's seat.

INT. MARLOW'S CROWN VIC - CONT.

Marlow enters. She checks her Glock-4 pistol and puts it in

her underarm holster. Borjes does not start the car.

MARLOW:

Meter's running, Mo.

Borjes calmly unwraps a wad of tissue from his pocket. It's

THE SYRINGE MARLOW USED TO SHOOT UP IN THE BATHROOM.

BORJES:

I've been noticing the bathroom

breaks. Something we need to talk

about?

AGENT MARLOW:

(laughs quietly)

It's hormones, Mo.

AGENT BORJES:

Hormones?

AGENT MARLOW:

They're fertility injections. And

they hurt like a b*tch. So I'm

sorry if I've been a little cranky.

Borjes stammers, trying to absorb the information.

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BORJES:

Wait? You're trying to have a baby?

But you're like—

MARLOW:

Too old? Say those words and you'll

be in Miami deporting Cubans for

the rest of your life.

BORJES:

I was gonna say single.

MARLOW:

That's the beauty of science. It's

making you guys obsolete.

Borjes smiles, shakes his head, about to speak.

MARLOW (cont'd)

Just drive the car and keep your

mouth shut about this. Okay?

BORJES:

Yes, mam.

Borjes kicks the Crown Vic into gear and rockets out of the

garage.

INT. 61ST STREET PARKING GARAGE - DAY

Taylor argues with a PARKING ATTENDANT (50s, Middle Eastern)

in a booth at the bottom of a garage entrance ramp. A small

TV plays beside his cash register.

PARKING ATTENDANT

I tell you, no 4Runner in our

records.

TAYLOR:

Could you check again?

Jay runs down the ramp. He just searched the whole structure.

PARKING ATTENDANT

Look, man. I checked three times.

Now you need to leave. A lotta

people coming in to get cars before

cops shut down tunnels.

JAY:

(arriving at the booth)

They're shutting down the tunnels?

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PARKING ATTENDANT

And subways. Looking for two guys

on that bombing. White not Arab, if

you can believe.

The Parking Attendant pauses, as if seeing who he's talking

to for the first time. Jay notices the shift.

TAYLOR:

Is there another garage on 61st?

JAY:

It's not here, Taylor. Let's go.

(to the attendant)

Thanks for your time.

Jay drags Taylor away. The Parking Attendant watches them go.

EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - CONT.

The guys grab their packs and head east towards central Park.

Taylor's PHONE RINGS. He answers it.

TAYLOR:

They took the car.

INTERCUT WITH:

EXT. COUNTRYSIDE AIRPORT - TARMAC - DAY

Carlton Fog calls from his cell. He walks from his jet to a

waiting limo.

CARLTON FOG:

A minor setback. I take it the

tunnels and subways are shut down?

TAYLOR:

That's what I heard.

CARLTON FOG:

Then you need to head for the

Queensboro Bridge. It's the nearest

safety valve. Anyone who doesn't

live in Manhattan will be walking

out that way.

TAYLOR:

We're heading there now.

CARLTON FOG:

I've wired some money to the bank

of America on 59th and 3rd.

(MORE)

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CARLTON FOG (cont'd)

You can use the black card to pick

it up no questions asked. Once you

have the cash, go directly to the

bridge and walk out. Call me when

you reach Queens. And, son?

TAYLOR:

Yeah?

CARLTON FOG:

Good luck.

Carlton Fog hangs up as he gets into the waiting limo.

EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - SAME

Taylor hangs up. Jay looks behind them. Two POLICEMEN have

fallen in step twenty yards back. Taylor hasn't seen them.

TAYLOR:

Okay, we're twenty minutes from

getting out of here. Then the

estate's a five hour drive.

JAY:

How 'bout a coffee break?

They turn a corner, Jay pulls Taylor into...

INT. STARBUCKS - CONT.

It could be the end of the world, but people still need their

fix. A few PEDESTRIANS wait in line. Jay and Taylor join

them. Jay peers out the window. The two cops round the corner

and keep walking. They weren't on their tail.

TAYLOR:

What the hell are you doing?

Jay heads for the door. Taylor follows him back into...

EXT. NEW YORK STREETS - CONT.

Jay stops on the corner. Masses of humanity stream by.

JAY:

I'm not going, Taylor.

TAYLOR:

What? We've got cash—

JAY:

I left that room so we could find

Will. Not to run.

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TAYLOR:

Will's a part of this, Jay. He was

the one who parked the car so they

could take it—

JAY:

Or maybe he's been set up, too. Did

you ever think of that? Kim has

pictures. We could take them to the

Feds. Let the system find him—

TAYLOR:

HE DOESN'T WANT TO BE FOUND!

The outburst draws stares from PASSERSBY. Taylor pulls Jay

out of the flow of pedestrian traffic.

TAYLOR (cont'd)

Look, I know you and Will were

closer than...

{stops himself)

You knew him better. But things are

different now. We have to trust our

guts on this.

JAY:

That's not how I work.

TAYLOR:

The system's broken here. We have

to stick together. We can't just

split up!

But Jay's silence says that's exactly what he wants to do.

JAY:

Maybe it's better this way. It will

be easier for you to get out alone.

TAYLOR:

(containing his anger)

I'm going to wait for you at the

Tram by the Queensboro Bridge. If

you're not there in an hour, I'm

leaving. But seriously, Jay, I hope

to God you're with me when I go.

Taylor waits for Jay to say something. He doesn't. Taylor

nods. Then the two friends head in opposite directions.

END ACT THREE:

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ACT FOUR:

EXT. GUGGENHEIM MUSEUM - ESTABLISHING - DAY

FIREMEN wrap up lengths of hose. Marlow's car stops beside

NYPD cruisers parked at the museum entrance. Marlow steps

out, burying her flats in a puddle of murky water. The whole

street is soaking wet despite the sun hanging above.

DAN GRUDEN (38, way too into his job) comes out to greet

them. He wears an FBI field jacket with bright yellow letters

that read E.R.T.

AGENT GRUDEN:

Hey, beautiful! Didn't expect to

see you here.

AGENT MARLOW:

What do you got, Dan?

Gruden motions "follow me" and leads them inside.

INT. GUGGENHEIM MUSEUM - CONT.

The three enter the cylindrical gallery. Everything is

covered in a layer of black ash. Gruden's Evidence Response

Team TECHS take pictures, scrape samples off walls.

Gruden leads Marlow and Borjes up the walkway. Agent Borjes

steps in a puddle of colorful paste.

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