True Lies Page #6

HELEN:

I need you to talk to Dana. The

vice principle called and she cut

class again this afternoon.

HARRY:

I'll handle it.

Harry picks up his porkchop and goes out the back door.

53 EXT. DRIVEWAY - NIGHT

A basketball hoop is bolted to the garage and Dana is shooting

baskets in the driveway. Moths orbit the outside floodlights.

She sinks one, dribbled back to the foul line. Harry comes up

behind her and lifts the ball out of her hands as she stands

poised to shoot. She turns.

HARRY:

Dana, Mr. Hardy called. Why

weren't you in class today?

DANA:

He lies! I was there! I was in

the nurse's office, cause I had

a headache.

HARRY:

You seem fine now.

DANA:

Great! You're going to believe

that fat dweeb Mr. Hardy over

your own daughter.

HARRY:

I'm not sure what to believe

anymore, young lady. You never

used to lie to me. But lately

you don't seem to know the

difference between right and

wrong.

Dana studies something really fascinating at the end of a

fingernail.

HARRY:

Dana, are you listening to me?

DANA:

Yeah, Dad.

HARRY:

You know you can always talk to

me. Right? Whatever is going on

in your life, your mom and I'll

understand.

DANA:

Okay, Dad.

HARRY:

You'd tell me if there was

something wrong, wouldn't you,

pumpkin?

DANA:

I'm not a pumpkin! Okay?!! Do

I look even remotely like a

pumpkin?! I'm not a muffin, or a

cupcake or a honeybear either!

And you don't understand anything

Dad...

Dana runs into the house, agent. Hold on Harry, superagent,*

unable to comprehend the mind of a 14-year-old. He looks up to *

see Helen at the backdoor.*

HELEN*

(macho voice)

"I'll handle it".

CUT TO:

54 OMITTED*

55 INT. / EXT. LIMO - DAY (NEXT MORNING)

A BLACK LIMO cruises through a morning fill of bright promise.

INSIDE, Gib is at the wheel in a chauffeur's uniform. He talks

to Harry, riding in the back, without turning.

GIB:

It's all set up... ghost phones

and fax, all the usual stuff.

You have a suite at the Marquis

Hotel under Renquist. Okay,

reality check. Go.

HARRY:

Hi, I'm Harry Renquist. I own a--

56 INT. JUNO'S OFFICES - DAY

HARRY:

--corporate art consulting

company in San Francisco. I have

an appointment with Ms. Skinner--

Harry is extending his business card to the receptionist as

Juno breezes into the lobby from a corridor. She is dressed

sharply and looks as stunning as Harry remembers.

JUNO:

Harry! I thought I might see you

again. I just didn't except you

to call so soon.

Juno lingers a second or so long on the handshake.

HARRY:

Well, what's the point of

waiting?

JUNO:

I agree.

There is definitely unholy magnetism here. She indicates for

Harry to walk with her and leads him through the suite of

offices. There are mounted fragments of ancient sculpture in

niches on either side, and beautifully restored mosaics and

tablets of hieroglyphics mounted on the walls.

JUNO:

So your clients want something

for the lobby of their new

corporate headquarters?

HARRY:

That's right. They want

something... dramatic. I spoke

to a number of people who said

you're the one to see.

Juno leads Harry through a door into a large warehouse area.

There is a bustle of activity as workmen unpack crates. An

overhead crane is used to move huge stone pieces. There are

massive columns, and statues two stories high. Even the entire

facade of a tomb.

JUNO:

So what did these... people...

say about me exactly?

They stroll amongst the statues, as coveralled workmen move

around them with tools, scaffolding, pneumatic equipment. Most

of the workers are middle-eastern.

HARRY:

Let's see... that you can read

ancient Sanskrit without having

to sound out the words. And that

other dealers and archeologists

don't like you much.

JUNO:

Those wimps. It's because I use*

my diplomatic contacts to export

cultural treasures from countries

which tell them to take a hike.

(yelling in Arabic to

two workmen)

I told you to move those crates

an hour ago. Come on guys, let's

get going.

We realize that A WORKMAN is watching them intently from

nearby. He is an intense looking MIDDLE-EASTERN MAN in his mid-

thirties.

JUNO:

You see, a lot of these pieces

are from ancient Persia.

Unfortunately, ancient Persia is

twenty feet under the sand of*

Iran, Iraq and Syria. Not the

most popular places lately. So

I've had to become an expert in

international diplomacy.

Juno stops and looks at Harry. Her smile indicates the

possibility of more than just business.

JUNO:

Well, do you see anything you

like, Mr. Renquist?

CUT TO:

57 INT. HOTEL SUITE - DAY

Harry, Gib and Fast Faisil are in a luxury suite at the MARQUIS

HOTEL. It is a corner suite, with a spectacular view of the

city. Faisil is routinely sweeping the room for bugs with an

electronic DETECTOR.

HARRY:

She's importing stuff from all

over the mid-east.

GIB:

She could be moving money, guns.

Anything.

FAISIL:

And the second you left there, we

started getting calls to the*

ghost numbers. They were

checking out the Renquist front.

HARRY:

Okay. Let's step up the

surveillance on her. Put on two

more guys.

58 INT. JUNO'S WAREHOUSE - DAY

WE FOLLOW the WORKMAN we saw watching Harry earlier. He

catches up with Juno, who is going through the doors to the

office area. His name is MALIK.

MALIK:

Ms. Skinner? Can I speak to you

for a moment please, in your

office?

His manner is self-effacing. Humble. He doesn't meet her

gaze. She nods and they go into the private office.

59 INT. JUNO'S OFFICE - DAY

MALIK comes in behind her and closes the door. The moment they

are away from public observation, his manner changes. His

humble posture straightens and his eyes flash intensely as he

approaches her. Without warning he SLAPS HER HARD ACROSS THE

FACE.

MALIK:

You stupid undisciplined b*tch!

Her jaw clenches but her reaction is surprisingly submissive.

JUNO:

It's a good thing you pay me

well.

MALIK:

Do you realize that there are

surveillance teams watching this

place right now? Your phones are

almost certainly tapped. And you

are busy laughing and flirting

like a whore with this Renquist,

who may be a--

JUNO:

No. He checked out okay--

Malik slaps her again.

MALIK:

That is for interrupting.

(He backhands her)

And that is for being wrong. We

do not tolerate mistakes.

Juno bites her lip.

JUNO:

What do you want me to do?

MALIK:

Find out who this Renquist it.

JUNO:

How?

MALIK:

Use the gifts that Allah has

given you.

60 INT. TEKTEL SYSTEMS OFFICES - DUSK*

The phone rings on the desk of CHARLENE, Harry's secretary at *

Tektel Systems, the permanent front-company for Omega Sector. *

SECRETARY:

Hello, Tektel Systems. Mr.*

Tasker's office.

61 INT. TASKER HOUSE - DUSK

Helen is in the kitchen, showing Dana how to put icing on a

large birthday cake.

HELEN:

Hi, Charlene? It's Helen. Is he

there?

62 INT. TEKTEL OFFICES - DUSK

Charlene doesn't hesitate a microsecond.

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