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INT. BANK OF AMERICA - DAY

The place is a ghost town. An ELDERLY SECURITY GUARD lazily

watches security screens. A FEMALE TELLER (23, not looking

for a long-term banking career) combats boredom.

Taylor enters. He wears the sport coat, hair pulled back. He

heads for the female teller's window. When she looks up,

Taylor smiles his million dollar grin. The teller does not

recognize him.

FEMALE TELLER:

Can I help you?

TAYLOR:

Yeah, my family's getting out of

the city after all the madness. I

had some cash transferred here.

Taylor pulls out the Black Card and places it on the counter.

INT. KIM HAN'S NEW YORK APARTMENT - DAY

Jay stands by the window, the light of the TV flickering in

the dark room. Kim brings him a glass of water. He takes it,

his tired eyes staying on the TV coverage.

NEWS ANCHOR:

We understand a tape has been found

in the hotel room. It shows Fog and

Burchell on a wild trip through a

series of New York clubs and bars

last evening.

(turning to the analyst)

Bob, what do you make of this?

Jay can only shake his head at the mention of the videotape.

OFF SCREEN:
a TELEPHONE RINGS. KIM ANSWERS.

KIM (O.S.) ANTI-TERROR ANALYST

Hello?... Yes. That's me. Well, these types of

celebrations are typical in

the last twenty-four or forty-

eight hours before an attack—

Jay turns off the TV. He listens to Kim's phone call.

KIM (O.S.)

No, I'm sorry, he hasn't called...

No... I'd be happy to come in.

Okay. I'll be there. Bye.

WIDER REVEALS:
Kim hangs up the kitchen phone, shaken.

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KIM (cont'd)

That was the FBI. They want me to

go in. I can vouch for you.

JAY:

We didn't see each other until ten

minutes ago. It's not an alibi.

Kim crosses to him, takes his empty water glass.

KIM:

I always had a bad feeling about

this trip.

JAY:

Well, maybe if your parents had let

us live together, I wouldn't have

gone.

Kim does her best to let that attack roll off her back.

KIM:

This isn't about us, Jay.

JAY:

I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you.

(beat, a moment of defeat)

He was my best friend, Kim. I told

him things... I trusted him. But

what if everything he did and said

was a lie? I can't even believe I'm

asking that question.

KIM:

We don't know that.

Jay shakes his head, his anger building.

JAY:

I can read people. I've always been

good at it. But I never once felt

like he was playing me. Not when he

planned this trip. Not when he

wanted to do one last night in New

York. And not when he came up with

the idea for the Guggenheim!

KIM:

That's why we have to fight this.

But Jay has made his decision. He grabs his backpack and

heads for the door.

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JAY:

I'll figure out a way to keep in

touch.

KIM:

You can't run, Jay. You know that.

He stops at the door and turns to her.

JAY:

My father died because someone in

the government betrayed him. That

didn't make me hate my country. It

made me want to fix it. But if I'm

going to fix this, whatever's truly

going on, I need to figure out who

Will really is. And I can't do that

from Guantanamo Bay.

KIM:

Jay...

But Jay's already gone.

END ACT FOUR:

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ACT FIVE:

INT. BANK OF AMERICA - DAY

ZIP. The Female teller opens a small black nylon bag on her

counter. She prepares to fill it with Taylor's reward.

FEMALE TELLER:

Are hundreds okay?

TAYLOR:

We better go with small bills.

Twenties and fifties?

FEMALE TELLER:

Fifty thousand in small bills is a

lot to carry.

TAYLOR:

It's okay. I work out.

The Female Teller looks at Taylor's wiry frame and smiles.

She starts placing tight packs of money in the bag. Taylor

looks up. Notices something. The security camera behind the

counter has Stopped moving. IT'S POINTED RIGHT AT HIM.

Taylor looks over at the security booth. The Elderly Security

Guard has gotten up. He steals a glance in Taylor's direction

then walks out the door. Taylor looks back to the teller.

TAYLOR (cont'd)

How we doing here?

FEMALE TELLER:

That's forty thousand. I need to

get more twenties from the safe. It

will just be a second.

Taylor looks back out the window.

EXT. BANK OF AMERICA - NEW YORK STREETS - CONT.

The Elderly Security Guard escorts a BEAT COP (early 30s,

fierce, not the donut eating variety) towards the bank.

BEAT COP-

You're sure?

BANK SECURITY GUARD

He looks like the guy from TV.

The Guard holds the door open as the Traffic Cop enters.

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BANK SECURITY GUARD (cont'd)

He's right over—

But the Guard stops when he realizes Taylor is gone. The

Female Teller returns to her window.

FEMALE TELLER:

Did anyone see my customer? He left

ten thousand dollars and his card.

The Cop rushes over. He sees the Black Card name Carlton Fog.

He clicks on his shoulder radio and runs for the back exit.

BEAT COP:

Dispatch! This is Officer Palio.

I've got a Guggenheim suspect

spotted at 3rd and 59th!

EXT. BANK BUILDING ALLEYWAY - SAME

Taylor flies out the rear exit clutching the black bag of

cash. He grabs his backpack from behind the dumpster. He

pulls it on as he runs into the street.

BEEEEEP!! A taxi slams on the brakes. Barely stops in time.

Taylor is an inch from becoming roadkill.

The CABBIE screams. Taylor looks back. The Beat Cop exits the

bank. Their eyes meet from fifty feet away.

BEAT COP:

Hold it right there—

But Taylor takes off. HE HAULS ASS ACROSS THE INTERSECTION.

His long legs churn. The Cop gives chase.

INT. MARLOW'S CROWN VIC - MOVING - DAY

Agent Borjes drives the car down Fifth Ave. Marlow rides

shotgun. She talks on her cell phone. A mobile FAX machine

prints a fax out of the dash. It's Jay's transcript.

MARLOW:

I can see that, sir, but I'm not

convinced yet. They don't fit the

profile. Neither has signs of antisocial

behavior. And they made no

attempts to hide their activities

in New York.

INTERCUT WITH:

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INT. NEW YORK FBI FIELD OFFICE - SIT ROOM

S.A.C. Chambers downs his fourth cup of coffee of the day

while he examines the evidence against Jay and Taylor.

CHAMBERS:

We've got a cell phone detonator

triggered by a call from Burchell's

phone. And both these guys took

Chemical Engineering classes at

Yale. Odd choice for business and

law school grads don't you think?

MARLOW:

But we have a body that matches the

guy Burchell described.

CHAMBERS:

They're smart kids, Marlow. They

plant a body, give us a fake name,

hope we pick up the wrong trail.

MARLOW:

Or maybe Burchell and Fog are the

wrong trail.

CHAMBERS:

Look, right now I've got the A-DIC

breathing down my neck. President

Shears just got word in Tokyo. And

apparently he's not too happy his

priceless art collection was just

turned into toothpaste. We have

hard evidence against two suspects

on the run and no nexus to

terrorist cells. So I want Burchell

and Fog wrapped up tight. Today!

IN THE CROWN VIC

The RADIO TRANSMITTER CRACKLES TO LIFE.

MALE DISPATCHER (O.S.)

All cars proceed to East 59th

between third and first. Pursuit of

suspect Fog in progress. Repeat.

All cars proceed to East 59th...

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