True Lies Page #4

HARRY:

You better hurry. You're going

to be late for school.

Harry hurries out and Dana considers the Swiss village a

moment.

DANA:

Really lame.

She plonks is straight in the wastebasket.

38 INT. HALLWAY/BEDROOM/ BATHROOM - DAY

Harry strides down the hall, avoiding their small but*

incredibly ugly dog, GIZMO, who skitters past him going the*

other way.

HARRY:

Dana, don't forget to feed Gizmo!*

Harry crosses the bedroom, hurrying past Helen who is clearly

rushing to get ready herself. We get our first good look at

Helen. She is wearing a terrycloth robe as she picks out an

outfit. Her hair is wrapped in a towel. To call her plain

would be inaccurate. She could be attractive if she put any

effort into it, which doesn't occur to her.

HARRY:

I'm late.

HELEN:

Me too.

They talk without looking at each other, the way people who

have been together a long time do.

HELEN:

How'd it go at the trade show?

You make all the other salesmen

jealous?

HARRY:

Yeah. You should have seen it.

We were the hit of the show with

the new model ordering system,

the one for the 680... how you

can write up an order and the

second the customer's name goes

into the computer, it starts

checking their credit, and if

they've ordered anything in the

past, and if they get a

discount...

She is already tuning him out. And it hits us: SHE HAS NO

IDEA WHAT HARRY REALLY DOES.

HELEN:

(barely listening)

That's fabulous Harry.

HARRY:

Yeah, it was wild.

Harry glances at her, oblivious to him and brushing her teeth.

He smiles. The best lies are told with enthusiasm.

39 INT. FRONT HALLWAY, LIVING ROOM - DAY

Gib opens the door, knocks a bit, then strolls in like he lives

there. He is wearing dark Ray Bans, like he's doing a Roy

Orbison impression. Gizmo runs toward him, yapping, but Gib

gives him the evil eye.

GIB:

Come any closer I'll kill you.

The dog backs up, whining plaintively. Gib throws his jacket

over the back of the couch and then, inexplicably, he takes out

a pack of CAMELS and sets it on the mantelpiece. He adjusts

its position carefully. Hmmmm.

40 INT. BATHROOM - DAY

Harry and Helen maneuver around each other expertly. She is

doing her make-up.

HELEN:

The plumber came yesterday. He

said they have to dig under the

slab or something and it's going

to be six hundred dollars to fix.

Harry is not really paying attention as he ties his tie in

front of the mirror. His mind is elsewhere. He couldn't care

less about there domestic problems.

HARRY:

Uh huh. Okay.

HELEN:

It's not okay. It's extortion.

HARRY:

What did you tell him?

HELEN:

I slept with him and he knocked

off a hundred bucks.

HARRY:

Good thinking, honey.

Harry kisses her on the cheek and exits.

41 INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Gib enters and pours two cups of coffee. Dana is drinking

orange juice from the bottle at the fridge.

GIB:

Hi, kid.

DANA:

Hey, Gib. What up?

She EXITS, eating an uncooked pop-tart. Harry comes in a

second later and Gib hands him his coffee.

HARRY:

Thanks dear.

GIB:

Here, check these out.

Gib hands Harry the glasses. Harry studies them, seeing the

VIRTUAL VIDEO DISPLAY inside the left lens of the Ray Bans.

Harry glances down the hall, making sure no-one is looking,

then he puts them on.

HARRY'S POV - INSIDE THE GLASSES - A black and white video

image of his own living room.

GIB:

The CCD camera and transmitter

and inside a pack of smokes.

Slick little unit, huh?

IN POV we see Dana enter the living room. She looks around

carefuly, then quickly lifts Gib's jacket and slips out his

wallet. She palms two twenties in the blink of an eye and puts

the wallet back. Pro moves.

HARRY:

Son of a b*tch!

GIB:

What?

Harry whips off the glasses and charges out of the kitchen.

Gib goes after him.

42 EXT. HOUSE - DAY

Dana comes out the front door, letting it slam behind her, and

runs to her boyfriend, TRENT, who is waiting for her in the

driveway on his idling YAMAHA. Trent is 16, dressed in grunge-

rock style, trying to look tough. Harry comes out the front

door as Trent revs the motor.

HARRY:

Dana!!

She waves from the back of the bike as Trent pops the clutch

and they shoot down the driveway.

DANA:

(yelling over the

engine)

Can't stop, I'm late. Bye, Dad!

43 INT. / EXT. GIB'S CAR/ STREETS OF WASHINGTON - DAY

They are driving through D.C. Harry is still shocked by his*

daughter's behavior.

GIB:

Kids. Ten seconds of joy.

Thirty years of misery.

HARRY:

She knows not to steal. I've

taught her better than that.

GIB:

Yeah, but you're not her parents,

anymore, you and Helen. Her

parents are Axl Rose and Madonna.

The five minutes you spend a day

with her can't compete with that

kind of constant bombardment.

You're outgunned, amigo.

Gib and Harry turn onto Pennsylvania Avenue, heading toward

Lafayette Square. Capital Hill is behind them.

44 INT. TEKTEL OFFICES - DAY*

Harry and Gib come out of an elevator on the 12th floor.*

Behind the receptionist is a burnished metal sign which reads *

TEKTEL SYSTEMS. They cross a open floor of cubicle spaces.*

There is the hum of activity everywhere. A normal day at a*

normal business.*

SECRETARY*

Morning, Mr. Tasker.*

HARRY*

Morning, Charlene.

GIB:

See, kids now are ten years ahead*

of where we were at the same age.

You probably think she's still a

virgin--

HARRY:

Don't be ridiculous. She's only --

how old is she?

GIB:

Fourteen, Harry.

HARRY:

Right. She's only fourteen.

They go into a corridor.*

GIB:

Uh huh. And her little hormones

are going like a fire alarm. I*

say even money that physicist on*

the bike is boinkin' her.*

HARRY:

No way. Not Dana.

They stop at a door, like any other along the corridor. It is *

blank.*

GIB:

Okay. Okay. De-nail ain't just

a river in Egypt. She's probably

stealing the money to pay for an

abortion.

HARRY:

Will you just open the door!*

Gib touches a plastic card to an unmarked spot just above the *

doorknob. There is the CLUNK of a SOLENOID LOCK.*

GIB:

Or drugs.

45 OMITTED*

46 INT. CORRIDOR - DAY

They enter a long corridor, which is featureless except for*

video surveillance cameras. They walk along the silence for a *

moment, then . . .*

GIB:

Twenty here, fifty there... I

figured my wife's boyfriend was

taking it.

HARRY:

I thought you moved out.

GIB:

Well . . . I moved back in.

My lawyer said it would give me

a better claim on the house in

the property settlement. Don't

change the subject... you owe me

two hundred bucks.

They approach another door, with a (bulletproof) glass window *

in it. Beyond is a brightly lit room, with a woman sitting at

a desk... and nothing else. Gib presses a buzzer.

47 INT. OUTER SECURITY ROOM - DAY

JANICE sits at the non-descript desk like a receptionist... but

she is a highly trained security specialist. She is also hefty

through the shoulders, aggressively unattractive and utterly

humorless. She watches them on a monitor screen as they stand

outside the door. Harry and Gib appear as living X-Ray images.

Their weapons are visible in their shoulder harnesses. Janice

puts one hand automatically on the butt of a .45 tucked in a

holster riveted beneath her desk. She buzzes Harry and Gib in

with the other.

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