True Lies Page #3

28 INT. / EXT. VAN - MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT

GIB'S VAN takes an icy turn in a hairy slide.

INSIDE Gib is peering upslope, trying to see what's going on.

All he can see are lights and gunfire.

GIB:

Harry, what's your twenty? I

need a position, buddy--

Suddenly a skier in a black tux launches across the road from

the slope above, RIGHT OVER THE VAN, and lands deftly

downslope.

GIB:

Uh... right! I'll catch you on

the next bend.

Behind the van, pursuing guards leap across the road. Only

about half can make the jump. The rest crash horribly. The

helicopter thunders overhead.

29 EXT. MOUNTAIN SLOPE - NIGHT

Harry sees the chopper start an attack run. He comes out into

the open, going straight downhill like a rocket. The chopper

gets suckered in... trying to hit him, getting right down

behind him... and suddenly-- Harry slides to a stop in an

explosion of powder and whips up the rifle. P-P-P-POW! He

rakes a burst across the windshield. The startled pilot

swerves and-- Suddenly two tall pine trees are right in front

of him.

K-WHACK! The main-rotor blade snaps clean off and the chopper

drops into the snow, plowing into a snowbank. It slides right

to the edge of a steep ridge and stops, teetering.

Firing from a snowmobile, one of the guards puts a burst right

across Harry's path. Harry's skis are hit and he tumbles,

comes out of it... running down the hill like a juggernaut in

his heavy boots. He has lost the rifle somewhere in the snow.

Harry takes cover behind the burning wreck of the downed

chopper, which still has its engine running. The ski patrol

opens fire from upslope. Rounds whacking against the disabled

helicopter.

Harry looks down the slope and gets an idea. He jerks the

unconscious pilot out and pushes on the fuselage, rocking it.

It slips over the edge. He leaps inside as it topples forward

and slides down the slope.

30 INT./ EXT. HELICOPTER - MOUNTAIN SLOPE - NIGHT

Harry adds throttle and works the footpedals, using the tail-

rotor to steer. The chopper had snow-skids, and Harry is

skiing the damn thing down the mountain.

The copter is burning as it rockets down the slope on its*

skids. Bullets are hitting the fuselage, and everything around

it. Skiers are wiping out, hitting trees. A snowmobile hits

a rock and flies spectacularly into a ravine.

GIB (OVER)

Harry! Where are you!

HARRY:

In the helicopter.

31 INT./ EXT. VAN - MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT

Gib slides the van around a curve.

GIB:

(deadpan, to Faisil)

He's in the helicopter.

Big is scanning above for the chopper. Then upslope he sees

the burning fuselage skiing expertly among the trees.

The chopper hits a jump and launches into the air-- It crashes

through trees, still soaring and-- Gib looks up, screaming as--

The chopper drops right toward him-- He hits the brakes and--

BLAMMO! It drops onto the road ten feet in front of the

skidding van... then slides over the edge and tumbles into a

rocky canyon where is BLOWS UP! The fireball lights up the

night.

Gib and Faisil jump out of the van. They look downslope at the

burning wreckage.

GIB:

Harry? HARRY?!

HARRY:

What?

Gib and Faisil spin to look behind them. Harry is lodged in

tree-branches hanging over the road. Gib hands his MP-5K*

machine gun to Faisil and reaches up to Harry, who grabs his*

hand and pulls. Harry tumbles down into the snowbank. He

stands, brushing snow off his tux, and clomps toward the van in

his ski-boots. He is completely unruffled.

HARRY:

Let's go. We can still make our

flight.

As Faisil is getting into the van behind Harry, TWO GUARD TEAMS

ON SNOWMOBILES roar around the bend behind them, fish-tailing

on the ice. Faisil OPENS FIRE. One snowmobile swerves over

the embankment. The other pulls up broadside, and the guards

duck behind it. Gib floors it and the van roars down the

mountain. Faisil is still Ramboing on full-auto.

FAISIL:

This is GREAT!! I never get to

shoot!

CUT TO:

32 EXT. DULLES AIRPORT - NIGHT

An American Airlines 747 touches down amid puffs of tire smoke.

33 EXT. SUBURBAN D.C. STREET - NIGHT

A NON-DESCRIPT SEDAN pulls to the curb in a neighborhood of

modest middle-income tract homes. The street is deserted. It

is 4 A.M. Gib is at the wheel, dropping Harry off at his

house.

34 INT. SEDAN - NIGHT

Harry is emptying his pockets... passport, business cards etc.

All documents under his name "Renquist". He double checks that

his pants and jacket pockets and empty. Gib fastidiously puts

the items into a plastic zip-lock.

HARRY:

Empty. Go.

Gib starts handing him items from a briefcase. This should all

feel like a tired ceremony between them.

GIB:

Harry Tasker wallet. Harry

Tasker passport. Plane ticket

stub, hotel receipt, Tasker. Two

postcards of Lake Geneva. House

keys. Souvenir snowing Swiss

village.

Gib snows him how is snows when you shake it up and turn it

over.

HARRY:

What's this for?

GIB:

For Dana, schmuck. Bring your

kid something. You know. The

dad thing.

HARRY:

Got it. Nice touch. Okay, pick

me up at eight. The de-brief is

at ten hundred.

Harry opens the car door.

GIB:

Hey, hey, hey... what are we

forgetting?

Gib holds up Harry's gold wedding band. Harry puts it on.

HARRY:

What a team. See you at eight.

GIB:

Yep. Sleep fast.

35 INT. TASKER HOUSE - NIGHT

Harry slips inside. He sets down his suitcase and walks

quietly down the hall. He pauses at a door with lurid labels

and stickers plastered all over it (Toxic Waste, STAY OUT!, IF

IT'S TOO LOUD YOU'RE TOO OLD, etc.)

Harry silently opens the door and looks in at his sleeping

daughter, DANA. She looks like an angel in the moonlight

coming in the window. In fact, she is a typical 14 year old

girl, and therefore hardly an angel. But to Harry she is

unflawed.

36 INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

Harry, undressed now, slips into bed next to... a lump in the

covers which we presume to be a human being. This is HELEN

TASKER, Harry's wife of 15 years. He kisses her on the cheek

and she stirs. She rolls toward him, giving him a sleepy hug

and a kiss.

HELEN:

(a drowsy murmur)

Hi, honey. How was the flight?

HARRY:

Fine, honey. Stay asleep.

HELEN:

Okay.

As she drifts off, Harry puts his head on the pillow and stares

at the ceiling.

DISSOLVE TO:

37 INT. TASKER HOUSE - DAY (MORNING)

TIGHT ON SWISS VILLAGE. It is snowing.

ON DANA, reaching to the present Harry just gave her.

DANA:

Hey, thanks dad. I never had one

of these.

They are in her room, which is your basic room from Hell.

Pearl Jam posters, and an unbelievable clutter of junk,

magazines and cheap jewelry. Harry kisses her on the cheek, to

which she submits dutifully. He looks at his watch and heads

for the door.

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