True Lies Page #8

78 INT. / EXT. GIB'S CAR - NIGHT

Gib in on the cellular phone.

GIB:

Helen? Hi, it's Gib. Harry

remembered something he left at

the office. You know Harry.

As he is talking he sees that a bus has blocked his view of the

station wagon.

79 INT. HARRY'S HOUSE - NIGHT

She sighs fatalistically.

HELEN:

Yeah, Gib. I know Harry.

Helen hangs up the phone just as Dana strides through the room,

putting on a jacket and heading for the front door.

HELEN:

Where are you going?

DANA:

Out. If Dad doesn't care enough

about us to be here on his

birthday, then why should I care?

I'm going to a movie.

HELEN:

No you're not. You're going to

stay here until your father gets

home and have cake!

DANA:

Mom, wake up! Dad barely knows

we exist.

We see the hurt in her eyes. She doesn't hate her father. She

just misses him.

HELEN:

That's not true, honey--

DANA:

It is true! He doesn't know

anything about me. He still

thinks I'm like ten years old or

something. As long as I just

smile and say yes to whatever he

says, like his good little

fantasy daughter, he thinks

everything's fine. But it's not

fine. Nothing's fine.

Dana runs out the kitchen by the other door. Helen runs

after her.

HELEN:

Dana! Come back here!

The slamming door is her answer.

80 EXT. MALL - MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT

Yusif sees Harry, up ahead, enter a public restroom. He

signals Mahmoud with his eyes and the two of them close in on

the restroom.

81 INT. / EXT. GIB'S CAR - NIGHT

Gib hangs up the car-phone. Ten the bus blocking his view

finally pulls away and Gib see that the station wagon is

empty. No silhouette.

GIB:

Oh sh*t.

(into his headset)

Harry, I lost the third guy.

Harry?

82 INT. RESTROOM - NIGHT

Harry can't answer because Mahmoud just entered the room behind

him. Harry is at one of the urinals, apparently taking a leak.

Mahmoud goes to the mirror. Starts combing his hair. He

doesn't much notice the pack of Camels sitting on the counter

nearby. Harry is whistling. Shaking himself.

HARRY'S POV - In the video glasses Harry sees himself and

Mahmoud. Yusif comes into the restroom, seemingly ignoring

both Harry and Mahmoud, as if heading for the stalls. As he

passes behind Harry he reaches into his coat--

Harry spins lightning fast. He knocks away the SILENCED PISTOL

aimed at the back of his head with a sweeping block, capturing

Yusif's arm in an arm-lock. The shot goes wide, shattering a

urinal.

Harry slams his palm into Yusif's face like a piledriver, and

spins him against the steel stalls. The silenced pistol goes

skittering across the floor.

Mahmoud whips a pistol out of his waistband. Still holding the

bear-like Yusif, Harry draws his Glock so fast we can barely

see him move. BLAM! BLAM! BLAM! Three .45 slugs go through

Mahmoud's chest, shattering the mirror behind him. He flops on

his butt, slumping against the wall.

Yusif, who is easily Harry's size, bellows and grabs his gun

arm. They smash against the walls, struggling for the gun.

Yusif, locked to Harry, hurls him against the stalls. They hit

a locked door, which pops open, banging inward.

Yusif drives Harry to the floor. Harry's head is between the

shoes of an OLD GUY sitting on the can, who looks down

uncomprehendingly at him.

Yusif slams Harry's gun hand repeatedly against the doorframe

of the stall. He twists Harry's wrist brutally. He even

pounds against Harry's hand with his knee. The old guy winces.

That's got to hurt. Harry cries out in pain and the gun drops.

Yusif reaches for it, but Harry kicks it under the stalls.

He punches Yusif in the face, driving him back. They grapple,

spinning. Harry drives Yusif's head into the counter. Then he

elbows him in the throat and they crash together on the filthy

floor. Harry grabs Yusif's hair and pounds his face repeatedly

against the rim of a urinal. In case you haven't noticed, this

is a messy, nasty fight. Survival is like that.

Yusif sags into submission. Harry pulls a nylon zip-strip out

of his pocket and uses it like hand-cuffs, securing Yusif's

wrists.

83 EXT. MALL - NIGHT

Gib is running full out, drawing his gun. He has one finger

jammed in his ear. His gut is doing the rumba as he runs.

GIB:

Harry? Harry, you copy?! Sh*t!

84 INT. RESTROOM - NIGHT

Harry is pulling Yusif to his feet when the door bangs open

behind him. He turns, thinking it is Gib. It's not. Malik

raises a FULL-AUTO BERETTA 92-F and opens fire. Harry spins

Yusif between him and the machine pistol. Yusif's beer-keg

body stops the spray of 9mm slugs form hitting Harry long

enough for him to dive into a stall.

Malik hoses the room with the Beretta. The metal stalls are

riddled with hits.

HARRY is in the stall with the old guy, who's just sitting

there. The walls of the stall are pimpling with the hits on

the far side. Harry reaches under the stall, retrieving his

Glock.

MALIK goes empty. Harry hears that and pops out, cranking off

rounds--

Malik is a blur going out the door, as Harry's shots shatter

tiles on the doorframe. Then silence.

HARRY:

(to the old guy)

Sorry.

85 EXT. MALL - NIGHT

MOVING WITH MALIK, who backs rapidly away from the restroom,

reloading.

GIB (OFF)

FREEZE!!!

Malik spins to see Gib nearby, going into a firing stance

behind a light-standard. The terrorist doesn't hesitate. His

Beretta ROARS at 900 rounds per minute.

Gib tries to hide behind the light-standard, which is about

half as wide as he is. Shots hit all around him, shattering

window glass behind him. His stomach sticks out from behind

the pole. He sucks it in. Now his butt is sticking out on the

other side. Shots clang into the steel column, and riddle

everything behind him.

GIB:

WRONG! THIS IS NOT GOOD!

Just when it looks like Gib is going to get a 9mm tummy tuck,

Malik turns and sprints away, through shocked pedestrians.

Harry runs out of the restroom, trying for a shot, but there

are too many people in the line of fire and Malik knows it.

HARRY:

Get back to the car!

Gib nods and heads the other way as Harry takes off after

Malik. Malik is fast and vicious. He hurls people out of the

way, sending shoppers sprawling. Harry is ruthless in his

pursuit. They pound through the mall and out onto the street--

86 EXT. STREET - NIGHT

Malik sprints straight into traffic. A car screeches, not

stopping in time... Malik goes right over the hood. Harry

leaps over the hoods of cars after him. Malik sees Harry

coming after him like a juggernaut.

He turns and sees a MOTORCYCLIST coming down the street,

accelerating from a right-turn. Malik runs at him, clothes-

lining him right off the bike. The terrorist picks up the

nimble little Kawasaki 250, which is still running, and leaps

on. He pops the clutch and takes off. Harry pounds after him

like a locomotive. He sees Malik turn, taking the bike path

into a large PARK. Harry cuts into the park on a diagonal.

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