TICKER
Written by
Paul B. Margolis
Original Draft: 11/10/97
1 EXT. METROPOLITAN CITY - DOWNTOWN - LATE NIGHT 1
Hot summer night. The flesh district - hookers working the
sidewalks, stopping cars.
MIKE REILLY, 20s, paces a corner, restless, looking for
action ... wet hair, three-day beard, trenchcoat, sneakers,
heat-seeking weary eyes. He flashes a wad of bills in an
effort to get some attention... no one notices.
Across the street, BILL RICE, 50's, a ragged transient,
strolls over.
RICE
Know what the problem is, kid? You're too
ugly to get propositioned.
REILLY
Look who's talking, old man.
RICE
C'mon, it's a quiet night.
Rice starts away. Reilly pauses, then trudges after him.
2 EXT. SIDESTREET - NIGHT 2
Rice and Reilly pull donuts and coffee out of a bag, talk
with their mouths full as they walk.
RICE
Next week we work the park.
REILLY
I gotta get back on top. Get off the sleaze
detail.
RICE
You will, one day at a time. I'll be old and
grey when it happens...
11/10/97 2.
They share a grin, pass a BAG LADY who wears a pie-tin crown,
holding her hand out to a PIMP getting into a Cadillac.
BAG LADY
A small gift, sir, for the Queen ...
The Pimp ignores her, screeches off. The Bag Lady pulls out
a pad, adds his license number to a list, glances up at Rice
and Reilly.
BAG LADY (cont.)
I keep a record, see? They don't
pay, I don't forget.
Rice fishes some change out of his pocket.
RICE
Here you go, your Highness.
BAG LADY
Thank you, officer.
She pushes her shopping cart away. Rice and Reilly look at
each other, crack up, surprised she knew he was a cop.
REILLY
So what'll you do? After they give you the
gold watch.
RICE
Hell, I got a gold watch... it just don't
work. Maybe they'll give me a new fishing
pole, or something useful.
REILLY
You don't fish.
RICE
How hard can it be? The grand kids been
buggin' me about taking them camping.
11/10/97 3.
REILLY
You outta the city... that's a fish out of
water. What's with all this family talk
lately, anyway?
RICE
One of these days you're gonna get tired of
fighting the shit. When that happens, you'll
wish you had family.
REILLY
No thanks. I got close but it never woulda
worked.
They stop beside a dirty, beat-up Studebaker parked in the
alley, climb in, Reilly behind the wheel.
3 INSIDE THE STUDEBAKER 3
Cluttered with debris - clothes, boxes, personal items.
Reilly jiggles the ignition - the engine coughs and sputters,
finally turns over.
RICE
Why don't you just shoot it and put it out of
its misery?
REILLY
What are you talking about, it's purring like
a kitty.
RICE
I thought you said what's-her-name's brother
was going to fix it.
REILLY
She didn't work out, had to cut her loose.
RICE
What was it this time?
REILLY
She wanted to cook me breakfast.
11/10/97 4.
The White Van appears up ahead and turns into a seemingly
deserted building's garage.
Reilly and Rice exchange a glance as they wait to see lights
come on in the building. They don't.
Two flashlight beams criss cross through the windows of the
building briefly, then disappear. They hear a brief heated
argument, that is cut short abruptly. Then silence.
REILLY (cont.)
C'mon, let's check it out.
RICE
We're vice, I didn't see no pimps or hookers
in that van. But if you're so gung-ho, we'd
best call it in for some back-up.
REILLY
Nah, let's just take a look-see.
Reilly jumps out and heads for the building. Rice rolls his
eyes, follows.
4 INT. BUILDING - NIGHT 4
A huge, old, battered machine shop. Spooky darkness, dead
quiet. Moonlight filters in through dirt-smeared windows.
The door CREAKS as Reilly and Rice slip in, stop, eyes scan.
Nothing. Just rows of glistening machines.
Rice gestures for Reilly to spread out. They head in,
footsteps echoing, shadows washing over them.
Still nothing...deeper, deeper... then, glancing over, Reilly
sees a shape hiding behind a machine. He steps towards it.
The shape whirls - a beautiful spitfire of a GIRL with
piercing blue eyes.
She tries to bolt. Reilly grabs her. She struggles, pulls a
knife, slashes his arm, drawing blood through his trenchcoat.
11/10/97 5.
REILLY
Ow! Son-of-a-bitch.
He punches her full force in the face - she collapses,
knocked out cold. Rice rushes over.
RICE
You okay?
REILLY
Yeah, just a nick ...
Then, over Reilly's shoulder, Rice sees a dark SILHOUETTE
emerging from behind a machine. Rice draws his pistol.
RICE
Freeze! Police!
As Reilly whirls, the Silhouette raises a Mac-11.
Rice shoves Reilly aside as the Silhouette OPENS FIRE...
Diving for cover, Reilly flings back his trenchcoat, whips
out his 9mm and RETURNS FIRE at the Silhouette, blowing the
shit out of windows behind, sparks showering off machines.
Silence for an instant, Reilly looks for Rice and finds him
bleeding to death on the floor nearby - he is completely
exposed to the line of fire.
The Silhouette and another FIGURE OPEN FIRE on Reilly.
SWAN, 40s, crazy-brilliant, manic eyes... and one of his men,
pale, sweaty, wearing an EARRING, 30s, continue the barrage.
Swan fires ONE SHOT at a time at Rice, deliberately aiming
not to kill him, trying to flush Reilly out.
Rice screams as BULLETS RIP into his legs. Reilly tries to
reach him but can't, shots forcing him back.
A dark-eyed man with a BEARD appears in the b.g. and stealths
towards Reilly from behind.
11/10/97 6.
Reilly' face is in agony as Rice moans in pain. He glances
urgently from the gunmen to the exit behind them, to The Girl
lying next to him -- what's keeping them there? Obviously
The Girl.
She stirs. Desperate, Reilly grabs her by the hair, shoves
his 9mm to her head. Using her as a shield, he drags her in
front of Rice to protect him.
REILLY
(to gunmen)
Drop it!
Swan's eyes flare. He steps out into the open, gun aimed at
Rice, eyes locked murderously on Reilly.
SWAN
Let her go.
Reilly cocks his hammer, fingers trembling. The Girl
stiffens, terrified.
Beard emerges behind Reilly. Deadly silent, he raises an
automatic, trying to get a clear shot between machines...
SWAN (cont.)
No, the girl!
Reilly whirls, sees Beard, shrinks back to stay covered.
EARRING
(to Swan)
We gotta get outta here!
REILLY
(to Swan)
Tell them to drop it - now!
A deadly stalemate. Faraway SIRENS WAIL.
11/10/97 7.
SWAN
You have no idea how sorry you're going to be.
(to The Girl)
Don't worry.
Beard smolders, Earring sweats. Keeping their guns up, the
three men grab tool bags, work their way to the alley door
and slip out.
The moment they're gone, Reilly quickly handcuffs The Girl to
a machine, kneels, cradles Rice.
RICE
Mike...
REILLY
Don't talk.
RICE
Take your time... one day at a time, kid...
Rice takes Reilly's hand and pats it on his wristwatch.
RICE (cont.)
It's all I got... it's yours.
REILLY
It don't work-
RICE
(grinning)
Ain't that a shit--
Rice's eyes go blank, he exhales his last breath.
Reilly winces, eyes welling up. His gaze moves at the Girl.
The Girl stares uncomfortably, a blink of sympathy stealing
past her hard exterior ...
11/10/97 8.
5 INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - MORNING 5
Looking numb, out of place, Rice's blood still on his
trenchcoat, Reilly walks in, weaves through a chaos of
ringing phones, overworked cops, suspects being booked.
Cops look up, whisper about him.
Turning a corner, Reilly bumps into a bulldog of a cop,
HARRY, hustling The Girl out of a booking room. She's got a
shiner where Reilly hit her.
The Girl and Reilly make eye contact, intimate somehow, a
flash of vulnerability and fear in The Girl's face...
HARRY
Hey, Reilly, Captain's looking
for you.
Reilly snaps out of it, continues on. Reilly nods as Harry
hustles the girl away.
6 INT. CAPTAIN'S OFFICE - DAY 6
Behind his desk, a work-weary captain, WINTERS, 50s, sucks
coffee as he grills ARTIE PLUCHINSKY, 40s, a slick suit-and-
tie homicide detective.
WINTERS
Prints?
PLUCHINSKY
Nothing so far.
WINTERS
What about the ballistics report?
PLUCHINSKY
Lab's backed up, we're still waiting
for it.
Reilly walks in.
11/10/97 9.
REILLY
Captain...
WINTERS
Reilly, what the hell happened out there? Why
didn't you call for back-up?
REILLY
(at a loss, sad)
Sir, I--
Reilly looks at his watch (we notice he's now wearing Rice's
watch). He taps it, listens to see if it's ticking.
WINTERS (cont�d)
(softening)
Dammit, Rice was a good man,
REILLY
I want to work this.
PLUCHINSKY
You're vice, not homicide. Besides, you don't
have the experience and you're too personally
involved.
REILLY
But sir--
WINTERS
You know the rules. You're off the street
`til I.A.D. clears the investigation. Now go
home and clean yourself up, get some rest...
Harry barges in, dumps a bag of personal effects on the desk.
HARRY
She won't talk. Look at this shit, no I.D.,
nothing...
Reilly picks up a twisted plastic-wire bracelet.
11/10/97 10.
PLUCHINSKY
What's that?
HARRY
Bracelet she was wearing.
REILLY
Looks like the stuff my dad used to use to
blow up tree stumps back in Scranton.
PLUCHINSKY
Maybe she knows your old man.
Reilly sears into Pluchinsky.
WINTERS
Take it down to the Bomb Squad, Artie-
REILLY
I'll do it.
Winters eyes him for a beat, relents...
WINTERS
Okay, kid. Run this down to the Cave.
Reilly spins and exits quickly.
7 INT. POLICE STATION - BASEMENT - DAY 7
Emerging from a dingy back staircase, Reilly enters a hallway
and moves to a door a door marked "BOMB SQUAD."
8 INT. POLICE STATION - "THE CAVE" - DAY 8
Reilly enters into another world - a dungeon cluttered with
bomb paraphernalia, defusing equipment, a dog house, ping-
pong table, Sheryl Crow pin-up, Chicago Bears posters, Yassir
Arafat dartboard, a photo-shrine to dead Bomb Squaders.
A plain, fresh-faced assistant, BEV, 30s, looks up from her
computer station.
11/10/97 11.
BEV
May I help you?
REILLY
I'm looking for the Bomb Squad.
BEV
They're not here.
REILLY
Where are they?
BEV
And you are...?
REILLY
Officer Reilly, vice.
BEV
There out on a call, perhaps I can help you-
REILLY
-Where?
BEV
2600 block of Lakefront. A limousine. But, I-
REILLY
Thanks.
Reilly sprints out. Bev tries to finish but he's gone.
9 EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY 9
The Studebaker coughs and smokes in and out of traffic.
10 EXT. LAKEFRONT STREET - DAY 10
A young, uniformed police OFFICER stops Reilly in front of a
cordoned-off section of the street.
11/10/97 12.
REILLY
(flashes badge)
Bomb Squad.
The Officer nods and moves the barricade out of the way,
Reilly hits the gas, rumbles through.
The Studebaker swings past a fire truck, an ambulance, and
two squads cars.
Two OFFICERS stand near a building with a worried BUSINESSMAN
and his CHAUFFEUR.
Reilly parks 50 yards from a limo stopped in the middle of
the street. A Bomb Squad van and sleek black Harley Davidson
parked beyond it.
Reilly hops out, heads cautiously for the limo
POOCH, 50s, a barrel-chested ex-football player is on his
hands and knees looking under the limo. Red rubber ball in
hand, Hawaiian shirt half-tucked in, he leads around an
equally scruffy Labrador Retriever, SCHNOZ.
POOCH
Smell anything, Schnoz? Me, neither.
T.J., 20s, a country boy inspects the open trunk.
GLASS, 40s, clean-cut, straight-laced, easy-going smile,
brilliant leader of the team, steps lightly around the open
driver's door.
POOCH (cont�d) (cont.)
Schnoz, come here, boy.
T.J.
Shhh, I hear something....
Reilly stands off 25 feet. Glass notices him.
GLASS
Who the heck're you?
11/10/97 13.
REILLY
You the Bomb Squad?
T.J.
No, we're terrorists, stay back or we'll blow.
GLASS
We're a bit busy at the moment, I'll give you
a statement in a few minutes if we're still
alive.
REILLY
(flashes badge)
Reilly, Vice. I-
T.J.
Quiet!
Glass and Pooch step lightly to the rear of the limo where
T.J. has discovered a shoebox wedged next to the spare tire.
T.J. leans down, puts his ear to it, nods.
T.J. (cont.)
Ticker.
Pooch lifts up Schnoz and holds him over the trunk. Schnoz
sniffs the shoebox, whines.
POOCH
Schnoz says it's loaded. Good boy,
Schnozzie.
Pooch lowers Schnoz back to the ground throws him the red
ball, and trots back to the van, climbs up inside and sits,
watching.
GLASS
Alright boys, look close. Let's assess.
Glass, Pooch and T.J. take a beat just to look at the
shoebox. Then, Glass nods for Reilly to move away.
11/10/97 14.
Reilly takes a few steps back, watching as the team works
together - Glass in charge - a psychic connection between
them as they pass tools back and forth like surgeons.
POOCH
Whadaya think, "boy" or "girl"?
Glass puts on magnifying spectacles -- precise, organized, a
detail freak as he uses a wooden probe to test the box for
wires, sensors.
As the others watch, Glass rubs his fingertips
ritualistically and carefully eases the top off the box.
He reaches in... Grabs something... Slowly pulls it out ...
It's a Mickey Mouse alarm clock doll, a clump of unlit
firecrackers taped between Mickey's legs.
The Bomb Squaders whoop and howl - all except Pooch who pulls
out a pack of Tums, shoves half of it in his mouth.
GLASS
It's a "girl" !
They all crack up, hysterical. Reilly stares in disbelief --
these guys are nuts!
11 MOMENTS LATER - AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN 11
In the b.g., the Officers finish getting a statement from the
Businessman as the still-worried Chauffeur inspects the limo.
T.J. and Pooch load their equipment into the van as Glass
fills out paperwork.
T.J.
That guy's wife must be pretty pissed off to
play a trick like that.
11/10/97 15.
POOCH
No shit. I better send Meg flowers just in
case.
T.J. and Pooch share a laugh as Reilly approaches...
REILLY
Who's in charge here?
Pooch points to Schnoz.
POOCH
He is!
REILLY
Look, it's important.
T.J.
Make an appointment.
REILLY
It's about this.
Reilly holds up the bracelet. Glass takes it, frowns.
GLASS
Where did you get this?
REILLY
Off a girl's wrist. A suspect...
T.J.
P.E.T.N ...
REILLY
What?
GLASS
High-grade det cord. This girl, either she's
got strange taste in jewelry or she's into
serious demolition.
11/10/97 16.
REILLY
What do you mean?
Glass whips out a blasting cap from his utility belt, cuts
off a piece of the bracelet, plugs it in.
POOCH
Fire in the hole!
Glass tosses it into a sewer drain. A beat, then a small
EXPLOSION, smoke billows out of the gutter drain. The nearby
Officers jump, alarmed. The Bomb Squad guys laugh. Glass
waves to the Officers.
GLASS
Sorry about that.
(to Reilly)
That's an inch of the stuff, imagine
what the whole thing'd do.
REILLY
Thanks.
He grabs back the bracelet, turns to leave.
GLASS
Hey wait a minute-
Reilly jogs back to his Studebaker, climbs in and roars off
in a cloud of dirty smoke.
T.J.
Vice... Jesus.
POOCH
That'd be some explosive pussy he's got his
hands on.
Pooch and T.J. share a laugh as Glass shakes his head, climbs
on his Harley. The others pile into the van.
Glass kicks-starts his hog and rumbles away, van following.
11/10/97 17.
12 INT. BAR - DAY 12
Thin crowd of day-time drinkers. Earring walks in, moves to
a booth where Swan and Beard are eating. Earring pulls out a
Gallois (French) cigarette, lights up from a book of matches.
EARRING
They're holding her downtown.
SWAN
What about the cop?
Earring shrugs.
BEARD
If you'd let me waste him.
EARRING
What if she talks?
SWAN
She won't.
BEARD
I say we split town. Come back to this job
when things cool. We've got other contracts -
Denver, Seattle...
Swan slams his fist down, spilling food. No one in bar even
looks up from their drink.
SWAN
I want her back and we do the job.
BEARD
I thought we agreed, the personal can't
interfere with the professional.
EARRING
Besides, we're on a schedule and the cops
won't let her go.
11/10/97 18.
SWAN
Unless we make them.
EARRING
Hey...
Earring stares uneasily. Swan and Beard look up, freeze. A
pair of PATROL COPS are heading directly towards them.
Earring reaches under his jacket... Swan grabs Earring's
arm, calming him.
The Cops keep coming, then at the last moment, they veer left
and slide into a booth.
Swan nods, they get up and casually slip outside.
13 INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - DAY 13
Reilly hurries in, interrupts Winters and Pluchinsky talking
over Pluchinsky's desk.
REILLY
Captain-
An OFFICER shouts from across the room, holding up a phone.
OFFICER
Captain, line one!
WINTERS
(to Reilly)
I thought I told you--
OFFICER
He says it's important, something
about the Rice shooting.
Winters snatches up the nearest phone.
WINTERS
Winters.
11/10/97 19.
He listens, facial expression changing, getting tight.
WINTERS (cont.)
What...?
He punches an intercom button - the whole room stops, looks
up, as Swan's voice comes over the squawk box.
SWAN'S VOICE
I said release the girl or alot of
people are going to die.
Winters signals frantically for the call to be traced -- cops
spring into action.
SWAN'S VOICE (cont�d) (cont.)
It's exactly two o'clock. If she's not
released in one hour, people die.
WINTERS
Wait, what do you mean--?
Click, the line goes dead. Winters slams down the phone - no
chance of a trace.
WINTERS (cont.)
Shit!
PLUCHINSKY
What the hell was that?
REILLY
A ticking bomb...
WINTERS
What?
REILLY
(holds up bracelet)
It's detonation cord, for a bomb.
11/10/97 20.
PLUCHINSKY
It's a bluff. The guy's full of
crap.
WINTERS
We can't take the chance. Ring down to the
Bomb Squad. I want them on alert.
REILLY
I'll do it.
WINTERS
Goddamit, Reilly--
REILLY
Look, I saw these guys, I can i.d. them.
WINTERS
I know you're anxious to get back but... just
stay out of homicide's way or I'll have you
classifying fingerprints, understand?
REILLY
Yes, sir.
Reilly takes off, Pluchinsky glares.
14 INT. THE CAVE - DAY 14
T.J. is hunched over a twisted mess of wires, untangling
them. Pooch taste-tests dog biscuits for Schnoz, then feeds
them to him, as he talks to his wife on the phone.
Glass is dissecting the Mickey Mouse clock.
POOCH
No, honey, I'm fine. Yeah, well, you're
welcome. You deserve flowers more often.
Bev glances longingly at T.J. as she gives Glass a neck rub.
GLASS
Bev, you're the greatest...
11/10/97 21.
T.J.
Hey, I'm next.
T.J. winks as Bev turns away, hard to get.
Reilly bursts in.
BEV
Hey, that's the guy-
REILLY
We just got a bomb threat upstairs.
This gets everyone's attention.
REILLY (cont.)
A cop was killed last night interrupting a
robbery. One of the gang was grabbed, a girl.
The one I told you about with the detonation
cord. Well, her friends just called in,
they're threatening to waste people unless
she's released in the next hour.
GLASS
Alright, let's check it out.
REILLY
We can start in the area where the robbery
occurred.
T.J.
Vice cop on a homicide?
REILLY
Captain assigned me to assist you.
POOCH
Assist? What the hell you know about tickers
anyway?
GLASS
Easy, guys.
(to Reilly)
(MORE)
11/10/97 22.
GLASS (cont.)
Look, nothing personal, but you can't just
waltz in here and expect to join the team.
REILLY
What're you talking about?
GLASS
When you need us, you love us, when you don't,
we're shunned by the rest of the department.
REILLY
We've got one hour. Are you coming
or not?
The Squad just stands there.
REILLY (cont.)
Okay, fuck you.
Reilly walks out. The guys look at each other. Glass frowns
at the bracelet.
T.J.
Those vice cops, around all that pussy, so
pent up.
Bev smirks at T.J.'s language, he lowers his eyes.
POOCH
(to Glass)
What do you think?
GLASS
Call upstairs, see what you can find out.
POOCH
Right.
GLASS
(re: bracelet)
T.J., run a trace on this, see if
you can pin down where it came from. Whoever
these people are, let's hope they're all talk.
11/10/97 23.
15 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 15
Reilly's Studebaker is parked next to the machine shop
building.
16 INT. BUILDING - MACHINE SHOP - DAY 16
Reilly enters and slowly re-walks his steps from the shoot-
out, pausing over the chalk outline of Rice's body.
Two FORENSICS OFFICERS silently comb over the crime scene.
Reilly pauses, sadness overwhelming him. One of the Officers
nods at him, he has to turn away as the emotions come.
17 INT. SUNCREST MOTEL - ROOM - DAY 17
Sophisticated detonation equipment and weapons cover the
beds. Beard scowls, Earring sweats as Swan puts the
finishing touches on a computerized briefcase bomb.
SWAN
What time is it?
EARRING
Twenty after.
BEARD
Swan, it's no use. Look, we can
still make Houston--
SWAN
Shut up!
He sets a timer, closes the briefcase, smiles.
18 EXT. SUNCREST MOTEL - DAY 18
Sleazy area. Briefcase in hand, Earring slips out and blends
into pedestrian traffic.
11/10/97 24.
19 EXT. BUSY STREET - DAY 19
Earring walks on, just a man with a briefcase.
20 EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY 20
Earring slows and passes a bus stop where a group of giggly
TEENAGE GIRLS are waiting.
He notices a raven-haired KNOCKOUT going into the pub up
ahead. He grins and follows her in.
21 INT. PUB - DAY 21
A trendy Irish Pub, a sparse lunch crowd. Earring enters,
spots the Knockout ordering a drink at the bar, slides onto a
stool next to her, and deposits the briefcase on the floor.
EARRING
Hey, beautiful, can I buy you some bangers and
mash? Pint of Guiness?
She gives him a once-over, turns up her nose, nods a `thanks'
to the Bartender delivering her white wine. Earring's smile
doesn't change.
EARRING (cont.)
Last chance. You know, even the smallest
choices in life could change everything.
KNOCKOUT
Fuck off, pal.
Earring grins and shrugs an `oh well'. He slides off the
stool, steps back, and exits... leaving the briefcase behind.
EXT. BAR - DAY
Earring walks out and strolls off. He checks his watch,
picks up the pace. He disappears around a corner.
Cars pass. People stroll by. Nothing happens.
11/10/97 25.
An ordinary scene on an ordinary day. The silence is
screaming.
Suddenly - the bar EXPLODES. A FIREBALL BURSTS OUT the front
window, showering the street with wood and BROKEN GLASS.
22 EXT. BAR - DAY - LATER 22
Chaotic aftermath of the bombing... sirens, flashing red
lights. Police hold back onlookers, Firemen clean up,
Paramedics carry corpses and moaning Victims out of the
charred, smoking ruins, into waiting ambulances.
A black-and-white tears up. Capt. Winters leaps out, pushes
through to a dirt-covered FIRE CHIEF.
FIRE CHIEF
Eight dead, so far.
Winters looks grim.
23 AT THE BARRICADE 23
Reilly SCREECHES up in his Studebaker, jumps out, pushes
through, flashes his badge, enters the police zone.
He stops as he sees a bloody FEMALE VICTIM being loaded into
an ambulance. Suddenly a voice snaps him out of it.
PLUCHINSKY
What're you doing here?
Reilly faces him.
PLUCHINSKY (cont.)
You're offsides. Beat it.
Reilly ignores them, starts towards the ruins. Pluchinsky
shoves him back.
PLUCHINSKY (cont.)
I said get the fuck outta here.
11/10/97 26.
REILLY
You touch me again and--
PLUCHINSKY
And what, you'll shoot me? Hey, don't mistake
me for one of your partners, I'd like to make
retirement in one piece.
Pluchinsky starts to laugh as Reilly pops him once hard in
the face. Pluchinsky staggers backwards, grasping his
bleeding nose. Reilly is ready for more as Pluchinsky starts
at him. They exchange a few body shots before several cops
swarm in and pull them apart.
Winters hustles over.
WINTERS
What the hell's going on?
PLUCHINSKY
Son-of-a-bitch... my nose... This fuck-up is
interfering with-
WINTERS
Reilly, what're you doing here?
REILLY
Sir...
WINTERS
I thought I told you--
GLASS (O.C.)
He's with us.
They all turn.
Glass and T.J. stand there, soot-smeared, wearing utility
belts.
GLASS (cont.)
We asked him to come.
11/10/97 27.
T.J.
Yeah, he's helping us work up a profile on
this thing.
GLASS
Hope you don't mind, Captain, might help us
catch these guys that much sooner.
(to Reilly)
Coming?
Reilly looks at the Captain awkwardly.
WINTERS
Go ahead, kid.
Reilly marches after Glass and T.J., leaving Pluchinsky
fuming, holding closed his bloody nose.
PLUCHINSKY
I'm filing charges against that mother-
WINTERS
Can it, Pluchinsky. And shove some cotton up
your nose.
ANGLE - ON THE BOMB SQUAD
Reilly follows Glass and T.J., bewildered.
REILLY
What was-? Why...?
GLASS
That cop who bought it... you didn't
tell us he was your partner.
T.J.
We've lost brothers too, we know
what that's like.
11/10/97 28.
GLASS
Let's get something straight. We're doing you
a favor. You're not exactly a guy we want
around explosives.
REILLY
What?
GLASS
This isn't bumper cars, it's brain surgery.
You wanna work with us, you do it our way,
understand?
REILLY
Now wait just a fucking-
GLASS
Be cool around my men, they don't trust
strangers. And try not to swear so much, it's
unattractive.
Reilly glares, tongue-tied, as they walk past the Bomb Squad
van and Glass' Harley, enter the wreckage.
24 INT. PUB - DAY 24
Smoky hell. Two Firemen drag out a fire hose. Glass, T.J.
and Reilly approach a taped-off area where Pooch is on his
hands and knees, wet and dirty as he searchs for clues.
Schnoz sits nearby, red ball in his mouth.
GLASS
By the way, I'm Glass. This is T.J., and
Pooch.
REILLY
Mike Reilly.
T.J.
(offering dirty hand)
Uh-huh...
Reilly avoids the hand.
11/10/97 29.
POOCH
That there's Schnoz, mascot and ace bomb
sniffer. Say hi, Schnozzie.
Schnoz ignores them, sniffing a charred beam in a corner.
T.J. points out burn patterns to Glass.
T.J.
Flame racer, partial P.C.L. See this wave
pattern? Definitely self-contained.
Pooch sniffs dirt, tastes it.
POOCH
Nitro, dash of Semtrex, vegetable
oil ...
REILLY
What kind of bomb was it?
T.J.
Device.
REILLY
Huh?
GLASS
We don't use the b-word. Bad luck.
REILLY
So you're the "Device Squad"... and you defuse
"devices"?
GLASS
Treat. We treat devices.
REILLY
(amused)
Anything else I should know?
GLASS
Don't push it, slick.
11/10/97 30.
Schnoz whines and paws at something under the beam. They
scramble over.
T.J.
Pooch, can you move it?
POOCH
I don't know...
Pooch positions himself like a weight-lifter preparing to
dead-lift. He growls as he strains to lift the beam out of
the way. Glass and T.J. jump in and go to work with
toothbrushes and tweezers.
As Reilly watches, fascinated, they uncover a scorched
fragment of a briefcase handle.
T.J.
Yes, baby, yes ...
Pooch throws Schnoz the red ball.
POOCH
Good boy, Schnoz. Daddy loves you.
T.J.
Scorch marks... looks like they used
silly putty.
Reilly looks to Glass for an explanation.
GLASS
C4, plastic explosive.
T.J.
Helluva fuck factor.
Reilly again looks for an explanation.
T.J. (cont.)
Don't worry, you'll pick it
up.
11/10/97 31.
POOCH
Hey, check this out?
Something glitters in the ashes. Pooch picks it up with
tweezers. A tiny chip. The guys stare at it, puzzled.
GLASS
Lemme see that.
Glass takes it, puts on his magnifying spectacles, holds it
up to the light, frowns.
GLASS (cont.)
Hardware.
T.J.
Computer device?
GLASS
Unlikely. Probably, cash register or
something.
Pooch and T.J. go back to searching.
GLASS (cont.)
What can you tell us about the girl with the
exploding jewelry?
Glass turns to see Reilly on his way out.
REILLY
I'll get back to you.
25 INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - DAY 25
Phones are ringing off the hook. Reilly bursts in, notices
Winters directing an army of cops setting up sophisticated
tracing equipment.
WINTERS
Let's go, we gotta jump on him the second he
calls again.
11/10/97 32.
Reilly discreetly crosses the room but is intercepted by
Pluchinsky.
PLUCHINSKY
You were lucky today, vice boy. Captain said
to leave it alone, but just remember, I'm
watching you.
REILLY
I'm sorry, detective, but you're just not my
type.
Pluchinsky's face turns red with rage as...
An OFFICER holds up a phone urgently.
OFFICER
Captain, it's him!
The room scrambles into action as Winters grabs the phone.
Swan's voice crackles over the squawk box.
WINTERS
Winters here.
SWAN'S VOICE
Don't make me send another.
WINTERS
Look, we're prepared to talk, what
do you want--?
Click, dial tone.
WINTERS (cont.)
Hello? Hello?
Winters slams down the receiver. Cops pull off their tracing
headphones, glance at each other uneasily.
WINTERS (cont.)
Section commanders, in my office, now.
11/10/97 33.
As the room erupts, Reilly turns to the BOOKING OFFICER.
REILLY
Where's the girl? The one I brought in.
BOOKING OFFICER
Upstairs, interrogation.
Reilly takes off.
26 INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION VIEWING BOOTH - DAY 26
Wearing headphones connected to a tape recorder, a BORED COP
flips wearily through a comic book in front of a one-way
mirror. Through it can be seen a bare interrogation room
where The Girl sits stubbornly at a table across from Harry.
Stubbing a butt into an overflowing ashtray, Harry rubs the
back of his neck, gets up and goes through a door, into the
viewing booth. The Bored Cop looks up, shuts off the tape
recorder.
BORED COP
Three hours. She's tough.
HARRY
Tough? Tough is "Fuck you, where's
my lawyer?". This chick doesn't
say boo.
The outer door opens, Reilly walks in.
REILLY
Any luck?
HARRY
Bupkiss. Sorry about Rice.
Reilly nods, accepts the condolence.
REILLY
Captain said I could give it a crack.
11/10/97 34.
HARRY
She ain't no hooker. This is a murder
investigation.
REILLY
She was my collar. Maybe I'll get lucky.
But, if you got a problem with that, talk to
the Captain.
HARRY
I'll be in the can.
Harry exits. The Bored Cop eyes Reilly suspiciously as
Reilly crosses to the other door, yanks it open.
27 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM 27
As Reilly enters, The Girl stiffens at the sight of him.
REILLY
You remember me.
Reilly shuts the door, she doesn't respond. The Girl catches
a glimpse of his 9mm under his trenchcoat, she's unfazed. He
paces, circling her.
REILLY (cont.)
You know, your boyfriend just killed a ten
year old at a bus stop, blew her head clean
off.
The Girl puts up a good front but we can see she's listening.
REILLY (cont.)
You're scared. You're just caught in the
middle. But, we've got a guy out there
wasting people just to get you back. Why? It
can't be because of your looks. So, I'll be
honest with you -
Reilly goes to the table, flicks off the mic.
11/10/97 35.
28 INT. VIEWING BOOTH 28
The Bored Cop doesn't notice, he's engrossed in his comic.
29 INT. INTERROGATION ROOM 29
Reilly sits, the Girl eyes him like a trapped prey. They're
enemies, yet there's a strange chemistry between them.
REILLY
Let me be very clear about this. The police
won't let you go. When your boyfriend
realizes this, I have a feeling a lot of
innocent people are going to die. Kids,
families. I know you don't want that to
happen.
She stares, eyes dark, barely registering any emotion at all.
A flicker of fear, indecision. Her lips part, fighting it,
then she looks away, letting the fear win. Reilly flushes
with anger, frustration.
30 INT. THE CAVE - DAY 30
Glass squints through a microscope. Pooch sniffs and fumbles
dirt samples. T.J. rocks to a Walkman as he inspects the
charred briefcase handle fragment. Bev is at her computer
searching luggage websites on the Net.
Reilly comes in, still frustrated.
POOCH
We missed you, where'd you go?
Before Reilly can answer, T.J. rips off his headphones.
T.J.
Fuckin A, I think I got two partial
prints here!
POOCH
Awright! How bout you, Glass, how's that chip
shaking?
11/10/97 36.
They all look over. Glass stares back darkly.
T.J.
Glass, what is it?
GLASS
I was wrong... this didn't come from
any cash register.
POOCH
Whadaya mean?
GLASS
It's from an IRA.
POOCH
Oh shit...
REILLY
A what?
T.J.
IRA - instant retirement account.
GLASS
I.R.A. device. Deadliest class of tickers in
existence. Computerized, multiple sensors,
booby traps, the works. First showed up in a
series of I.R.A. bombings in London couple
years ago. One of their boys tripped it on
himself and they went back to a less
complicated timers. The Girl, is she Irish?
REILLY
She's not talking. But, she could be. So,
obviously, you've seen one of these devices
before?
GLASS
Only once, at Redstone.
REILLY
Where...?
11/10/97 37.
T.J.
That's one more time than any of
the rest of us have seen it.
POOCH
Shit. We're fucked.
GLASS
Relax, Pooch, it's just a ticker,
it's not personal.
T.J.
Let's face it, we all knew it would happen
sooner or later. The guy who can build a
mousetrap that's better than we are ...
BEV
Stop it...
T.J.
(points to Reilly)
And what's he doing to help?
POOCH
Shut up, T.J.!
BEV
Be nice Pooch!
They all explode into a SHOUTING MATCH (except Glass who is
in his own world inspecting the microchip an inch from his
eyes). A moments mayhem until-
REILLY
All of you, shut the fuck up!
They all go silent, stare at Reilly (except Glass).
REILLY (cont.)
No wonder the rest of the department doesn't
want to work with you. You're nothing but a
bunch of... punks.
11/10/97 38.
Reilly walks out.
31 EXT. POLICE PARKING LOT - AFTERNOON 31
Reilly goes to his Studebaker, climbs in.
32 INT. STUDEBAKER 32
As he starts it up, the passenger door rips open. Glass
jumps in, slams the door, furious.
GLASS
Nice performance back there. Where'd you
learn that, Mike Ditka Sensitivity Seminar?
REILLY
Hey, look--
GLASS
No you look, mister! First, you don't go
calling my men names. It's bad for morale.
Second, us "punks" happen to know a heck of
alot more about police work than any vice cop
ever did.
REILLY
Oh yeah? Prove it.
GLASS
(beat)
Drive.
Glass glares, a challenge. Glaring back, Reilly guns the
engine, screeches away.
33 EXT. ALLEY - AFTERNOON 33
The Studebaker rumbles up to the machine shop, parks in the
same haunting spot as the night before.
Glass and Reilly climb out of the car, flashlights in hand.
Reilly glances around, bad memories stirring up.
11/10/97 39.
REILLY
The place has already be combed. Forensics
pulled over a hundred sets of prints inside.
GLASS
Then let's go see what they missed.
Pulling out a tool kit, Glass quickly picks the door lock,
yanks open the door, ducks inside. Reilly follows.
34 INT. MACHINE SHOP - AFTERNOON 34
Nearly pitch dark inside, shafts of late afternoon sunlight
glistens on the battered machines. Shadows wash over Reilly
and Glass as they retrace the path Reilly and Rice took the
night before, Glass searching intensely, Reilly getting more
and more uncomfortable.
GLASS
So what were they doing here?
REILLY
I don't know. You tell me?
GLASS
An abandoned machine shop... nice place to
build devices. Low rent, too. But, you and
Rice ruined their perfect hideout.
REILLY
You mentioned something called Redstone.
GLASS
Redstone's the army training center in Alabama
where they send the cream of the crop to learn
about tickers.
REILLY
Cream of the crop, huh? You?
11/10/97 40.
GLASS
(nods)
Top of my class at West Point, thank you very
much. Then off to Redstone. First half of
the course we learned how to build devices...
second half, we'd take them apart. Everything
from firecrackers to hydrogen bombs.
REILLY
Sounds like terrorist heaven.
GLASS
There were a few guys in my class with names
like John Smith, Bill Jones. I'd see them up
ahead in the hall, call their name, but they
wouldn't turn around. C.I.A. Funny thing,
they'd always disappear after the first half
of the course.
REILLY
Just how easy is it to build a... device?
GLASS
With a little training, you could go into a
house and just from stuff in the bathroom and
kitchen make something that'd finish off that
alleged car of yours. Heck, didn't you ever
watch MacGyver?
Reilly looks at Glass strangely until he realizes they've
stopped where Rice died.
GLASS (cont.)
So this is where it happened.
Reilly fights the memory... eyes well up, his hand trembles
ever so slightly as he points out...
REILLY
Girl was here. The guy in charge was over
there with one of his men, the other one was
back there.
11/10/97 41.
Glass gets down on his hands and knees, scans the floor.
Reilly talks to distract himself.
REILLY (cont.)
Bombers, what kettle of fish are
they?
GLASS
Typical profile, usually losers, nobodies
that're afraid to confront their victims.
They like scaring people. That's why they
call in their threats. Same mentality as
obscene phone callers.
REILLY
Except they'll blow you up if you
don't play along.
GLASS
No, ninety-ninety percent of them are full of
baloney. They're into the power trip, not the
damage. What scares me is that this guy is so
sophisticated he could blow up whatever he
wants, then disappear. The worst of the
bunch, they love the challenge of creating the
wildest device ever... and they love the
carnage.
Glass lays out flat on his stomach and searches deep under a
machine, picks up a half-smoked cigarette butt with tweezers,
pulls it out, kneels.
GLASS (cont.)
Hello.
Glass straightens it out, reads the brand name, "Gallois".
GLASS (cont.)
French. Doubt somebody who worked
here smoked it. Only half gone, put it out in
a hurry.
(glances around)
(MORE)
11/10/97 42.
GLASS (cont.)
Figuring the length, assuming it was one of
these guys, odds are... it was lit outside.
Glass takes off. Reilly follows.
35 EXT. MACHINE SHIP - GARAGE - AFTERNOON 35
Glass and Reilly search the area. Glass moves on his knees,
aiming the flashlight.
GLASS
This is where the van was parked.
REILLY
Yep.
GLASS
Then, it's gotta be here somewhere ...
REILLY
Look, it's a longshot...
GLASS
Bingo!
Glass pinches something with his tweezers, holds it up
triumphantly... a used match.
CLOSE UP - MATCH UNDER MICROSCOPE
A jungle of giant fibers teeming with strange molecules.
T.J. (O.C.)
No question, it was definitely the one used to
l-light the butt. Finger pressure suggests a
male, average build, height... no prints,
trace of nylon fiber... he wore a glove.
36 INT. THE CAVE - AFTERNOON 36
T.J. punches keys on a computer, peers through the microscope
as Glass, Reilly, Pooch and Bev stand by.
11/10/97 43.
T.J.
This is strange.
Two computer screens - one displays the magnified match from
different angles, the other spills out a stream of formulae
and chemical breakdowns.
T.J. (cont.)
(reading info)
Three foreign particles ... vulcanized
rubber ... resin ... nitro-cellulose.
REILLY
Nitro-cellulose. What is that, some
kind of explosive?
GLASS
Industrial wood oil. Separately, any one of
these things could lead in several directions,
but together ...
POOCH
Ka-Boooom.
BEV
They make bowling balls out of vulcanized
rubber ...
POOCH
Resin...
T.J.
Lane oil...
GLASS
(beat, proud of his team)
A bowling alley.
At an adjacent computer, Bev runs a scan program on the
match, comparing it against an endless stream of match types
on file. Schnoz howls awake from a nap as T.J. stabs the
screen as a match is made, specifications filling the screen.
11/10/97 44.
T.J.
Got it! Ace Match Company, Flint, Michigan.
REILLY
(amazed)
You mean you just--? ... You keep a record
of... matches?
GLASS
Hey, matches are a very big thing in our line
of work.
POOCH
(smirks at Reilly)
"Punks", huh?
GLASS
Bev, give `em a call, find out what bowling
alleys they supply in this area.
BEV
Right!
GLASS
Pooch, why don't you e-mail your buddies at
Langley and on the other side of the pond,
see if any IRAs been popping up lately?
POOCH
You got it.
GLASS
(to Reilly)
We work fast enough for you?
Reilly mouth is opened, duly impressed.
37 EXT. BOWLING ALLEY - LATE AFTERNOON 37
The Studebaker and Harley swerve up to a run-down, windowless
bowling alley, park in a red zone.
Reilly and T.J, climb out of the clunker, Glass off his bike.
11/10/97 45.
T.J. checks his hair in the side mirror, sniffs his
underarms.
REILLY
T.J., what're you doing?
T.J.
My first undercover assignment.
I gotta look good, right?
Reilly and Glass exchange a grin, they drag T.J. inside.
38 INT. BOWLING ALLEY - LATE AFTERNOON 38
A busy Saturday afternoon crowd. Rock music blasts,
reverberating with the echo of crashing balls and pins. The
lanes are teeming with sweating bodies. Sexy waitresses in
skimpy outfits deliver drinks.
T.J. ogles women as they wander through.
T.J.
So what're we looking for?
REILLY
Someone who smokes French cigarettes.
T.J.
In this crowd? It's gonna be Marlboros,
Camels, and maybe a few Kools.
Reilly and Glass nod, knowing it's a longshot.
Reilly directs Glass and T.J. to split up to case the place.
They move through the rowdy crowd, eyes catching every
smoker.
39 INT. BOWLING ALLEY - POOL ROOM/BAR - LATER 39
The music is more redneck-rock, the crowd as well.
11/10/97 46.
Glass and T.J. are in the midst of game of pool, nursing
bottles of Root Beer. They continue to play while eyeing
those coming and going.
Reilly enters from the alley, catches Glass' eye and shakes
his head. He goes to the bar and orders a coke.
He takes the drink and moves over next to Glass as T.J. lines
up a shot.
GLASS
How long are we going to stay?
REILLY
`Til we get a better lead.
Reilly's attention is drawn to a crowded booth in the corner
where a few bowling alley girls block the view of the entire
booth.
Glass nudges Reilly, they look over to see Pooch entering the
bar. He sees them and moves to the bar. T.J. sinks his shot
and lines up another as Reilly and Glass move to meet Pooch.
Pooch produces a printout from his jacket, opens it up.
POOCH
Unsolved bombings in the last year... Boston,
New York, Philadelphia... but no real match
REILLY
Insurance?
GLASS
Political.
POOCH
Exactly my thinking. Except, none of the
targets can actually be linked to government,
political or special interest concerns. They
seem to be just unrelated industrial
companies. Some insured, some not.
(MORE)
11/10/97 47.
POOCH (cont.)
But there's traces of C4 and assorted
inflammatory additives found in each case.
The only common denominator is the detonators
all had circuitry consistent with our micro-
chip.
GLASS
Not bad for Bomb squad, eh?
REILLY
What not bad. You've got a series of bombs,
devices, that may or may not be connected, set
by one or many nutjobs, who may or may not be
linked.
GLASS
Right.
REILLY
Well... it's more than we had ten minutes ago.
POOCH
I got a friend over at Scotland Yard who's
gonna try and reach out to a undercover guy
who would know if any of the rightwingers are
circulating over here. Bev's following up on
the briefcase manufacturers, too.
T.J. comes over.
T.J.
Pooch, you're up. Rack `em.
They look over to the pool table to see only the cue ball
left.
T.J. (cont.)
Boss, you're buying the next round.
T.J. sets his empty Root Beer bottle on the bar.
POOCH
How're you guys doing?
11/10/97 48.
REILLY
Still waiting for a miracle. Go ahead.
Pooch and T.J. head back to the pool table where two comely
Gals have begun putting the balls back onto the table. T.J.
turns on his smile and chats them up.
REILLY (cont.)
Quite a team you've got, where'd you find
them?
GLASS
It's a small fraternity, everyone knows
everyone. I'm always recruiting. Pooch is ex-
D.O.D., military expert... claymores,
grenades. He played linebacker at Boston
College, worked a K-9 unit - that led him to
the Bomb Squad... great nose, lousy fingers,
we try to keep him away from the tickers.
T.J. is a heck of chemist, Texas A&M
engineering degree. Found him in a Militia
chat room - turns out we were both monitoring
the same groups. Bev is the natural born
hacker, we stole her from dispatch. She had
the Cave reorganized and ultra-high-tech in
two months. Captain has no idea how much
hardware she's "found" for us.
REILLY
You guys seem pretty tight.
GLASS
We've gotta be. In this business, you don't
exactly make alot of outside commitments.
REILLY
Why do you do it?
GLASS
I don't know, it's strange... it's not the
best career path, but when you get the bug,
there's nothing you can do about it. See,
when you beat one of these things...
(MORE)
11/10/97 49.
GLASS (cont.)
there's that one second when you realize you
saw something you weren't supposed to see...
this beautiful naked woman... Death... and
then the rush comes, the high, cuz you realize
you got away with it.
T.J. returns, shrugs.
T.J.
Lesbians.
Pooch is still with the girls, showing one of them how to
line up a shot.
REILLY
Looks like Pooch's doing okay.
T.J.
He's married, he don't even know what a
lesbian is.
T.J. waves over the Bartender. He and Glass orders fresh
drinks as Reilly eyes pretty Blonde across the bar. She
picks up two beers and grabs a pack of matches off the bar.
She turns and moves to the booth in the corner. The bodies
part and Reilly catches a glimpse of Earring.
Reilly nearly chokes on his coke as Earring takes the matches
from the Blonde. Earring checks his watches, rises. He
looks up and catches Reilly's eye - he smiles--then bolts.
Reilly coughs up his drink and tries to get a word out,
pointing as Earring slips out the exit door next to the
booth.
Glass pats Reilly's back as he gags, eyes blazing.
Finally...
REILLY
There he goes. He was here the whole time.
11/10/97 50.
Reilly pushes his way through the crowd with Glass on his
heels. T.J. rushes over and grabs Pooch away from the Girls
at the pool table.
Reilly runs into a pair of enormous Rednecks, spilling their
beer on them.
The Rednecks grab him by the collar and prepare to fight as
Pooch arrives and body-blocks the Rednecks away from Reilly.
Reilly is released and he continues after Earring as Pooch
and the Rednecks mix it up.
A brawl breaks out with Pooch and T.J. in the middle as
Reilly and Glass make it to the exit door. Reilly flies out-
but Glass FREEZES dead in his tracks. He spins back to look
at the corner booth.
THE SHOPPING BAG sits on the floor under the table.
Glass tenses.
The fight escalates quickly, but Pooch employs his linebacker
skills and cuts down his assailant... and T.J. a natural
streetfighting-rabbit-puncher. They quickly dispatch the
Rednecks, leaving them bruised and bloodied... they rush for
Glass and the doorway--then lock on Glass' reaction and stop.
40 EXT. STREET - LATE AFTERNOON 40
Reilly runs out into the middle of the street.
At the end of the block, Earring is rushing for the corner.
Reilly draws his 9mm, aims thru the pedestrian--and fires.
Earring is blown off his feet...
He hits the pavement hard...
11/10/97 51.
41 INT. BAR 41
Reilly enters and sees Glass, TJ and Pooch gathered around
the booth in back.
REILLY
Say, thanks for the back up--
The bomb squad ignores Reilly, who now realizes something is
wrong. He pushes his way through the bar patrons to the
booth.
Glass glances up at Reilly.
GLASS
He set one, the son-of-a...
TJ and Pooch exchange looks--they've never heard Glass so
close to swearing before.
T.J. notices a small crowd starting to gather around the
booth.
T.J.
(calmly)
Clear the area, please.
Nobody moves.
REILLY
(loudly)
You heard him, get the fuck away,
it's a bomb!
That does it, the crowds shriek and scatter.
Rolling eyes at each other, the Bomb Squaders turn their
attention to the shopping bag sitting on the floor.
GLASS
Alright. Let's assess.
The team eyes the package for a moment...
11/10/97 52.
Glass makes a determination, whips out a knife, slashes the
bag open, revealing a computerized nightmare of a bomb
inside. T.J. rubs his temples with dread.
TJ
IRA.
Glass puts on his magnifying spectacles, starts to probe.
Reilly returns.
Pooch tests hinges with his tweezers. T.J. hands Glass a
crimp. Pooch pries off a back panel, fingers shaking, lifts
it every so slightly, sees complex circuitry inside, the red
glow of a digital readout counting down.
POOCH
Oh shit...
T.J.
Fuck factor ten.
GLASS
Okay, I'm going in, nobody breathe.
Synchronizing his chronometer to the counter, Glass begins
disengaging sensor switches.
GLASS (cont.)
Altimeter... choking coil... mercury switch...
He clips off circuits and booby traps with bloodcurdling
care, peeling away layer after layer of death... shakes his
head with awe, respect, fear.
GLASS (cont.)
Triple V.O.M... brilliant... this guy's a
master...
Finally he comes to the heart of the bomb, a pair of tiny
wires leading to the blasting cap, one yellow, one red.
Precious seconds tick away.
11/10/97 53.
GLASS (cont.)
It's one of these wires.
REILLY
So cut both.
GLASS
One shuts it down, one turns arms it.
REILLY
Which one's which?
GLASS
I don't know. There's an old saying, when in
doubt, cut the yellow wire.
Reilly gulps. The device teeters, slightly, alarming T.J.
and Pooch. Glass nods. T.J. and Pooch each grab a corner of
the device to steady it. Reilly follows their lead and
kneels, goes to reach for a corner as well, one hand starts
to tremble.
GLASS (cont.)
You can go back to the van if you like.
REILLY
No, I'm with you.
Reilly focuses and wills his hands to steady. He grabs a
corner and closes his eyes, mind over matter. Sweat streams
as he concentrates like never before.
Pooch and T.J. stare at the wires with intensity.
15 seconds, 14, 13,... Glass pulls out a clipper.
12, 11, 10... He eases the clipper into position.
9, 8, 7... He draws in a breath.
Closing his eyes, he clips the yellow wire. Reilly's eyes
snap open.
11/10/97 54.
The counter stops on 4 - no explosion.
Pooch and T.J. whoop and hug like drunk madmen. Glass steps
away, stone-faced. Reilly follows him, wobbly.
REILLY (cont.)
You okay?
GLASS
(smiles)
Is this a great job or what?
42 EXT. STREET - MOMENTS LATER 42
Two squad cars have appeared, Officers cordon off the crime
scene.
Glass watches Reilly kneeling over Earring's body digging
through Earring's pockets, finding nothing but cash,
cigarettes and matches.
REILLY
(at Glass)
Nothing. Nothing traceable.
INT BAR
Pooch and T.J. have the device on the ground a few feet away
from the Earring's body. They delicately continue to take it
apart so it can be transported safely. Schnoz sits nearby,
watching. Pooch is on the phone with his wife...
POOCH
I don't know, honey. I'll see. No,
everything's fine, it was nothing.
As he says this, he lifts a chunk of C4 and sets it aside.
Pooch hangs up his phone.
EXT STREET
Pooch and TJ exit the bar, moving to Glass and Reilly.
11/10/97 55.
POOCH (cont.)
You guys hungry? The wife's got a heap of
lasagna leftover.
T.J.
(at Reilly)
What do ay say?
GLASS
Meg's lasagna. Good eats, Reilly. C'mon.
Glass notes Reilly's hands.
GLASS (cont.)
Good meal would go a long way to steady your
system.
REILLY
Got work to do, don't we?
Pooch scribbles down an address on a scrap of paper from the
device's shopping bag, hands it to Reilly, offering a smile.
POOCH
In case you change your mind.
Reilly looks at it awkwardly, then walks away as a News van
arrives on the scene...
43 EXT./INT. DOWNTOWN - STUDEBAKER - EARLY EVENING 43
Reilly cruises into the bowels of downtown. Makes a few
turns and parks.
In the shadows of a burned out building, Reilly observes
several JUNKIES getting a fix from their CONNECTION.
Reilly watches with scared, tempted eyes.
He looks at his hands... they're trembling... catches his
reflection in the rear view mirror. Checks Rice's watches on
his wrist, taps it. Still not ticking. Ashamed, he
screeches away.
11/10/97 56.
44 INT. POLICE STATION - OFFICE - NIGHT 44
A quiet Squad Room. Reilly bangs out something on a computer
terminal. He blazes away, typing as fast as he can. He
holds out his hands. Almost steady. He takes a drink from a
Protein Shake, returns to typing.
45 INT. WINTERS' OFFICE - NIGHT 45
A weary Winters looks up from coffee and paperwork as Reilly
knocks, walks in. Reilly drops a sheaf of papers on his
desk.
WINTERS
What's this?
REILLY
Report on the case so far.
WINTERS
You know after a shooting I would normally
take your badge and weapon, but Glass called
in already and confirmed it was clean.
REILLY
Yes, sir.
WINTERS
But from now on, any leads on this case go to
Pluchinsky. He's primary investigator and you
are unofficially assigned to the Bomb Squad...
you and your new friends are not to be playing
detective any more. Got it?
Reilly nods, accepting.
WINTERS (cont.)
I imagine as soon as they find out one of
their's is dead, we'll be getting another
call. So get some sleep, alright.
Reilly nods, turns and exits.
11/10/97 57.
46 INT. SUNCREST MOTEL - ROOM - NIGHT 46
TIGHT on a TV - a pretty Reporter reports live from the
scene...
REPORTER
To recap, a gunman carrying what police
described as a phony bomb was shot and killed
less than an hour ago.
THE ROOM
Swan watches the TV report with Beard, eyes narrowing as he
sees Reilly in the crowd behind the Reporter.
REPORTER (cont.)
While the man's motives and identity remain a
mystery, police are denying the incident is
related to the explosion that ripped through a
bar earlier today, killing 15 and wounding
more than 30...
Swan kicks in the TV, destroying it.
BEARD
She talked.
Swan flips open a suitcase full of bomb-making materials and
begins to sort through...
47 EXT. POOCH'S HOUSE - NIGHT 47
Quiet, cozy, middle class. The Harley and the Bomb Squad van
are parked out front. Also the Studebaker.
48 INT. POOCH'S HOUSE - HALLWAY - NIGHT 48
Reilly exits the bathroom, returns to the dining room where
the Bomb Squad is laughing, hoeing and haying over dessert.
Pooch's faithful wife, MEG, pours coffee. TOMMY and JANIE,
Pooch's kids, sit on Pooch's and T.J.'s knees, in their
pajamas.
11/10/97 58.
MEG
More coffee, T.J.?
T.J.
No thanks, Meg. Hawed Pooch ever get so
lucky?
MEG
Mr. Reilly?
REILLY
Mike. No thanks, I'm fine.
POOCH
Time for bed, kiddos. Say goodnight.
TOMMY
Can Uncle Teej tuck us in?
T.J.
C'mon, champ, I'll even give you
a piggyback.
JANIE
(to Glass, Reilly)
Goodnight Uncle Charlie, goodnight Uncle Mike.
Janie surprises Reilly with a shy kiss, scurries upstairs
with after Pooch, T.J. and Tommy.
REILLY
`Night...
Meg clears the dishes, Schnoz is asleep on the floor. Glass
and Reilly are left alone. Reilly takes a sip of coffee,
hand trembles ever so slightly.
GLASS
How long were you hooked?
REILLY
What?
11/10/97 59.
GLASS
You don't have to talk about it.
Reilly stares, then opens up slowly.
REILLY
Pittsburgh, two years ago. Partner died, no
back-up, I was too gung-ho. As usual.
GLASS
Take a tip from the Bomb Boys, always assess,
if only for a second.
REILLY
I know. I was working a drug ring, deep
cover. Played the part too well. When they
pulled me out, I wasn't a cop anymore. My
fiance had dumped me. Next thing I knew, I
was out here on the street, doped up,
auditioning for the morgue when this tough old
vice cop found me, cleaned me up, gave me a
second chance. He promised Captain Winters
he'd look out for me.
GLASS
Your partner?
REILLY
(nods sadly)
I guess I didn't realize how much I needed
him. He kept me straight. It's been tough
every second since.
Reilly holds up his wristwatch.
REILLY (cont.)
This was his. Doesn't work for shit, but it's
keeping me straight.
GLASS
Let me see.
11/10/97 60.
Reilly gives him the watch. Glass pulls out a mini tool kit,
pries off the back of the watch examines the works.
GLASS (cont.)
Main spring's stuck. All you have to do is
free the palate and realign the balance wheel.
Here, you try.
REILLY
I terrible with mechanical things.
GLASS
No you're not, you just don't understand them.
Here, do what I tell you.
He holds out the mini-kit. Reilly takes it uncertainly, but
follows Glass' instructions.
GLASS (cont.)
Okay, first push the pin back with this.
Good. Now while you keep it there, stick this
in here and turn it slowly. Easy, that's it.
Now let the pin go and line up the wheel.
That should do it.
Reilly gives it a tweak, looks at the watch, surprised.
REILLY
It's working.
GLASS
Congratulations, you just built your
first ticker.
Reilly throws Glass a surprised look.
49 EXT. POOCH'S HOUSE - EARLY MORNING 49
Sunrise breaking. Reilly and Glass have their heads under
the hood of the Studebaker, covered in grease, tools
everywhere. T.J. sits behind the wheel. Pooch and Schnoz
stumble out of the house to watch.
11/10/97 61.
REILLY
Okay, hit it.
T.J. guns the engine, the Studebaker purrs like a tiger.
GLASS
Alright!
T.J.
We've created a monster.
Glass glances at Pooch.
GLASS
Any word?
POOCH
Nothing. Maybe they gave up, split town.
REILLY
Don't bet on it.
50 EXT. POLICE STATION - MORNING 50
Bustling activity...
51 INT. THE CAVE - MORNING 51
Reilly enters to find Glass, Bev, T.J. and Pooch busy at work
at each of their work stations. Glass moves over to watch
Bev's computer screen.
REILLY
How's the print coming?
BEV
One partial from the handle matches the
suspect from last night. Name's Carl Taylor.
Long record of arson, assault, the works. The
other print - we got nothing from our data
base or the FBI or CIA... still waiting for
Interpol.
11/10/97 62.
REILLY
Damn.
Bev enters another command... the computer goes to work as
she turns to Reilly.
BEV
Coffee, Mike?
REILLY
No thanks, Bev.
She smiles warmly. He smiles back, T.J. eyes them, slightly
jealous of the moment.
A phone rings. Bev answers it...
BEV
Yes, sir. He's here. I'll tell him.
Bev hangs up the phone.
BEV (cont.)
Mike, Captain wants to see you
right away.
Reilly heads for the door.
52 INT. POLICE HEADQUARTERS - MORNING 52
A strange, uncomfortable silence hangs over the squad room as
Reilly weaves past cops smoking, drinking coffee, waiting.
They all stare at him. Especially Pluchinsky.
53 INT. WINTERS' OFFICE - MORNING 53
Reilly walks in. Winters gestures for him to take a seat as
he talks on the phone.
WINTERS
Yes ... no, of course not but ... yes,
sir, I understand.
11/10/97 63.
Winters hangs up.
WINTERS (cont.)
I got a call from upstairs. They say you
questioned the girl.
REILLY
Yes, sir.
WINTERS
She's refused to say a word to anyone. What
made you think you could get her to talk?
REILLY
I didn't. But I had to try.
WINTER
Reilly, I think I've shown that I'm a patient
man. Rice was your biggest fan and I've tried
to honor him by giving you some slack. But
you are very close to running out of slack.
REILLY
Yes, sir.
Winters lets this sink in, then holds up Reilly's report.
WINTERS
I read your report. Impressive. I'd say it's
got detective written all over it. But... you
cross the line one more time... you're gone.
Are we clear?
Reilly, nods, shifts uncomfortably.
WINTERS (cont.)
Now, that out of the way. The girl wants to
talk to you, alone.
Reilly is shocked.
WINTERS (cont.)
So get going, let's close this thing.
11/10/97 64.
REILLY
Yes, sir.
Reilly bolts off.
54 INT. POLICE STATION - INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY 54
Reilly enters to find Harry and the Girl waiting for him.
Harry looks the Girl over, nods at Reilly.
HARRY
I'll be outside.
Reilly nods, Harry exits. Reilly sits down at the table
opposite her.
THE GIRL
Hello.
REILLY
Hello.
THE GIRL (MARY)
My name is Mary Jordan. We were hired to take
out some industrial sites. Insurance.
REILLY
But they weren't all insured.
MARY
Cover.
(slowly, ashamed)
It was suppose to be abandoned buildings,
y'know. No one was suppose to get hurt. The
night you busted us...We were checking to make
sure there weren't any vagrants around. Scare
them away.
REILLY
Who is he?
11/10/97 65.
MARY
Alex Swan. My brother.
The other two are called Taylor and
Leveau.
REILLY
Taylor's dead.
She seems relieved.
REILLY (cont.)
Where are they, Mary?
Mary takes a deep breath, eyes welling.
MARY
There is a motel downtown, near the Machine
Shop... the Suncrest. Room 138.
REILLY
Thank you.
MARY
He's my brother...
Reilly rises and moves to her. Their eyes linger a moment, a
bond between them.
REILLY
Then why tell me?
MARY
People are dying.
Reilly nods and touches her shoulder, a light squeeze. He
turns and exits.
55 EXT. SUNCREST MOTEL - ROOM 138 - DAY 55
An army of cops and squad cars out front, Pluchinsky silently
directs a SWAT team to the door. Reilly and the Bomb Squad
watch from a distance as they break down the door.
11/10/97 66.
SHOUTING, mayhem as the team floods into the room.
Pluchinsky brings up the rear. After a beat, Pluchinsky re-
emerges, shaking his head.
AT THE FAR END OF THE MOTEL
Swan and Beard watch from behind a car. Beard gives Swan a
dirty look and they quietly move off around the corner.
AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN
Reilly and Glass are visibly disappointed.
As the others grumble about it, Reilly notices someone across
the street - the Bag Lady with the pie-tin crown, holding her
hand out to a MAN getting into his car. The Man ignores her,
screeches off. The Bag Lady scribbles down his license
number in her pad. Glass follows Reilly's stare.
GLASS
Ex-girlfriend?
REILLY
Be right back.
Reilly crosses the street, intercepts the Bag Lady as she's
pushing her cart away.
REILLY (cont.)
Excuse me... I'm looking for two men who were
staying at the hotel over there - one has a
beard, the other's tall, thin. You wouldn't
happen to have seen them, would you?
BAG LADY
No.
REILLY
No, of course not... well, thanks
anyway. Here you go, Your Highness.
He fishes some change out of his pocket, hands it over,
starts away.
11/10/97 67.
BAG LADY
On second thought, maybe I did.
He turns back. The Bag Lady flips through her pad, stabs an
entry with her finger.
BAG LADY
Lemme see... yeah, here it is, 11:18 this
morning. Very disrespectful. He used to
drive a van, but he got a new car. You want
the license number?
She tears off the page, holds it out.
REILLY
You're beautiful!
Reilly gives her a big kiss, races back to the Bomb Squad
who've been watching.
REILLY
We're back in business!
They all look at him like he's nuts.
56 INT. POLICE SQUAD ROOM - DAY 56
Buzzing with action. Harry and Pluchinsky attack Winters
with printouts.
HARRY
Ran the license plate - car was rented early
this morning from a Hertz office downtown.
PLUCHINSKY
Alex Swan - demolitions expert, trained at
Redstone, dropped out, freelanced in the
middle East for awhile, then disappeared, no
criminal record. The other one, Leveau, is
French Canadian, he's a mercenary, record in
half a dozen countries.
11/10/97 68.
WINTERS
Get out an APB, now!
Harry moves off to the DISPATCHER as a fax machine comes to
life on the desk next to PLUCHINSKY. A fax spews out...
"WINTERS. LET HER GO NOW... OR A BOMB'S COMING CLOSE TO
HOME."
WINTERS (cont.)
Jesus. Pluchinsky, get four squad cars out to
my house, get my family out of there, tell my
wife I'm on my way.
PLUCHINSKY
Yes, sir.
57 EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY 57
Cops race to their cars. An armada of black-and-whites
scream out of the parking lot. Winters appears and jumps
into his Ford Sedan and tears out.
DISPATCHER (V.0)
... suspects driving a dark green
Ford Grenada, license number one
Two Eight Michael Vincent Edward ...
58 EXT. SUBURBS - DAY 58
Squad cars roar up and down the streets.
Two cars are parked out in front of one house in particular.
59 INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - DAY 59
In the squad room, Pluchinsky and some men wait anxiously by
phones, computer-consoles, radio switchboard.
11/10/97 69.
60 EXT. POLICE STATION - DAY 60
Reilly idles in his Studebaker. T.J. and Pooch come out of
the parking lot in the Bomb Squad Van, Glass motors along
side Reilly. He guns the bike and takes the lead, followed
by Reilly, then the van.
They pull out into traffic and head towards the suburbs.
61 EXT. STREET - DAY 61
Beard drives, Swan rides shotgun. A briefcase lies on the
seat between them.
As he makes a left, Beard notices the Bomb Squad Van coming
the other direction.
BEARD
We've got company.
Swan whirls, pulls a gun as Glass and Reilly pass them.
Reilly double-takes...
62 INT. STUDEBAKER 62
Reilly grabs his radio mic, yells into it...
REILLY
Glass, there they are. Pooch right in front
of you, you got `em, you got `em.
63 EXT. STREET - DAY 63
Reilly SKIDS to a dead stop. Glass, up ahead tries to
maneuver around slowing cars as...
The Grenada speeds down a street right in front of the Bomb
Squad Van.
Pooch cranks into a turn and gives chase. Reilly and Glass
are pinned in by other cars. They both finally squeeze out
of their jams in different directions...
11/10/97 70.
64 EXT./INT. ANOTHER STREET - BOMB SQUAD VAN - DAY 64
An excited T.J. jumps on the radio.
T.J.
Dispatch, this is Bomb Squad. Suspects
sighted on Fern Street, two blocks from HQ.
In pursuit.
DISPATCHER (O.C.)
Roger that. All available units...
65 EXT. STREET - DAY 65
Beard speeds around another corner, the lumbering Van has
difficulty keeping up and loses sight of the Grenada for a
moment.
66 EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY 66
The Grenada speeds up, heading towards the Police Station up
ahead.
The Bomb Squad Van appears and speeds up.
ON THE SIDEWALK
Swan stands discreetly in a phone booth, watching as...
ON THE STREET
Beard steers towards a parked Squad Car next to the Station -
on collision course. At the last second, Beard dives from the
moving car, hits the pavements and rolls.
The Grenada CRASHES into the Squad Car... but no explosion.
The Bomb Squad Van SKIDS to a stop as two uniformed Officers
rush out of the Station.
Beard has rolled to his feet and is now sprinting off down
the street.
11/10/97 71.
Pooch and T.J. jump out of the Van (leaving a BARKING Schnoz
inside) and sprint towards the Grenada, guns drawn. Pooch is
quickly huffing and puffing. T.J. continues after Beard as
Pooch moves towards the Grenada. The uniforms follow T.J.
Glass on his Harley appears from behind the Van. At the far
end of the street the Studebaker rumbles into view, followed
by a Squad Car, lights flashing. Everyone closing in on
Beard.
T.J. aims and yells at Beard.
T.J.
Police, freeze!
Beard whirls around, SPRAYING automatic weapon FIRE at T.J.
and the Uniforms - they hit the pavement.
A few nearby Pedestrians SCREAM and drop to the ground.
Reilly jumps out of his Studebaker as Beard turns his FIRE on
him, BLOWING OUT his windshield.
Back at the Grenada, Pooch ducks for cover by the open
driver's door.
Glass runs his Harley behind a parked car.
The Squad Car behind Reilly SKIDS to a stop and as Beard
shifts his aim, T.J. and Reilly each PUMP TWO SHOTS into
Beard's torso.
Beard spins around, drops - dead silence on the street.
Relief all around. Everyone stands back up. T.J.'s jaw
drops at the sight of actually having hit the suspect with
his bullets.
AT THE GRENADA
Pooch exhales in relief, then hears BEEPING coming from the
front seat of the car. He looks in to see the briefcase
open, countdown ticking away.
11/10/97 72.
POOCH
Oh... damn.
KA-BOOOOOM!!!
The Grenada explodes in a massive FIRE-BALL, throwing nearby
Glass off his feet. Everyone else drops back to the ground,
covering their heads.
DOWN THE STREET - AT THE PHONE BOOTH
Swan grins and walks away down an alley.
We can hear the CRY of Schnoz, WAILING from the front seat of
Van.
67 INT. POLICE STATION - WINTERS' OFFICE - EARLY EVENING 67
Reilly stares off into space. Surreal silence, like a
dream... Reilly looks at his watch, keeps his eyes low as he
steals a glance at Glass in the other chair, face wracked
with pain, loss.
They both look through the glass office at the squad room
outside, the sounds of reality fade in... phones ringing,
voices shouting... a tense, chaotic emergency atmosphere.
Reilly and Glass rise as Winters walks in, closes the door.
He sits behind his desk, lights a cigarette.
WINTERS
Glass, sorry about Pooch, he was a good man.
We don't have time to give you a break right
now, we're going ahead and-
REILLY
My God, you're going to use her, aren't you?
WINTERS
(ignoring Reilly)
Glass, you're to stand by with your team.
11/10/97 73.
REILLY
I promised her she'd be safe.
WINTERS
It's our only option.
REILLY
It won't work, he'll know it's a trap...
WINTERS
Reilly, you're done for now. What the hell
were you thinking directing the Bomb Squad
Team into hot pursuit. They had no business-
REILLY
I know.
WINTERS
You've been at the center of two suspect
fatalities and two Police Officer fatalities.
I'll need your badge and your weapon.
Reilly looks at Glass, there'll be no stepping in this time.
He glares at Winters, reaches into his jacket, pulls out the
badge and tosses it on Winter's desk. He pulls out his 9mm,
pops out the clip and open the chamber, sets it down.
68 INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - EARLY EVENING 68
Reilly and Glass trudge out, both profoundly disturbed as
they head across the squad room. Glass veers off.
REILLY
Glass--!
Reilly stares, eyes wet, watching him disappear.
Glancing over, he notices Bev and T.J. sitting with Meg down
the hall, Tommy and Janie asleep in her lap. Schnoz walks up
to Meg, whimpering. Bev wraps her arm around her. T.J.
puts his hand on Bev's shoulder.
11/10/97 74.
Pluchinsky brushes roughly past Reilly, snapping him out of
it. He turns, walks dejectedly out.
DISSOLVE TO:
69 EXT. POLICE STATION - REAR ENTRANCE - EARLY MORNING 69
An armored van screeches up. Doors fly open. Metro SWAT
Team jumps out with equipment, helmets, rush into the
building.
70 INT. POLICE STATION - SQUAD ROOM - MORNING 70
Thundering silence. Winters and his men wait by phones.
Their watches tick. So does the clock on the wall. Nothing.
SWAT Team Captain BENSON, huddles with his men.
A phone rings, shattering the quiet. Harry answers it, holds
it up urgently.
HARRY
It's him!
Winters takes it. A new high-tech TRACER flicks on a new
piece of equipment.
WINTERS
Winters here.
Swan's voice comes over the squawk box, growling low.
SWAN'S VOICE
You motherfuckers, you don't learn,
do you?!
WINTERS
We're prepared to talk-
SWAN'S VOICE
Shut up! Shut up!
The Tracer homes in on the signal.
11/10/97 75.
TRACER
15...
SWAN'S VOICE
You have exactly thirty minutes to release the
girl where you found her.
TRACER
Twelve ...
SWAN'S VOICE
Thirty minutes.
TRACER
Nine ...
WINTERS
How do we know you'll keep your word?
Click, dial tone.
Winters flashes a look at the Tracer. The Tracer yanks off
his headphones in utter frustration.
WINTERS
(to his men)
Okay, let's move!
The room erupts into action. Benson and the SWAT Team are
the first ones out the door...
71 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 71
Hauntingly familiar. An unmarked police car pulls up and
stops behind the machine shop.
72 EXT./INT. ALLEY - CAR 72
Harry sits behind the wheel. Mary sits in the back,
handcuffed to Pluchinsky.
Pluchinsky unlocks the cuffs. Mary's eyes flare
11/10/97 76.
PLUCHINSKY
Get out and go to the machine shop -
Mary steps out of the car. She glances around--then heads in
the opposite direction of the Machine Shop. Pluchinsky
curses. He starts to go after her, but realizes he'd better
clear the area. He peals out.
73 EXT. STREET - DAY 73
Undercover Men in various disguises track her from cars, and
on foot, communicating by hidden mics. A WINO eyes her
carefully, lifts a bottle to his mouth and whispers...
WINO
She's out of the bag.
Mary exits the alley onto the street, searching where to go.
She turns down the street and moves fast, eyes darting about.
74 EXT. STREET 74
The SWAT van is tucked into an alley...
INSIDE THE SWAT VAN
Winters, Benson and Team monitor the radio communication.
WINO (O.C.)
(on the radio)
Position Four. Turning on Elm.
75 EXT. ELM STREET - DAY 75
Mary crosses the street, a Camero nearly clips her. She
makes it safely to the sidewalk and passes a TRUCK DRIVER
eating a hot dog. After she moves off...
TRUCK DRIVER
(speaks into sleave)
Six. She's crossing to Main.
11/10/97 77.
Mary looks around quickly, blends into a crowd coming out of
a store and ducks inside.
TRUCK DRIVER (cont.)
She just went into a department store. She's
out of sight.
76 INSIDE THE SWAT VAN 76
Winters grabs the mic...
WINTERS
Seal the building!
(to Benson)
Let's move.
The SWAT van RUMBLES to life.
77 INT. DEPARTMENT STORE - DAY 77
Mary bolts through the store, ducks through a service door.
78 EXT. DEPARTMENT STORE - SERVICE ENTRANCE - ALLEY - DAY 78
Mary bursts out, runs like a spooked horse.
As she dashes to the mouth of the the alley, she runs smack
into the Camaro that almost hit her. It SCREECHES to a stop.
The passenger door flies open.
Mary leans down and looks in, flushes. It's Swan. He
reaches over and yanks her inside, TEARS away.
The Truck Driver runs into the other end of the alley.
He starts to give chase as Swan tosses a small package out of
the car. The Truck Driver dives for cover as...
KA-BOOOOM!!! A dumpster EXPLODES. The Truck Driver jumps to
his feet...
11/10/97 78.
TRUCK DRIVER
(into sleave)
We have contact. Black Camaro-
79 INSIDE THE SWAT VAN 79
The Van SPEEDS up as we hear...
TRUCK DRIVER (O.C.)
-license number HQW-256.
80 EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY 80
From every direction, unmarked cars, squad units and the SWAT
Van converge on the area.
81 INT. CAMARO - MOVING 81
Swan drives with deadly confidence, glances at Mary tenderly.
SWAN
You okay?
MARY
Alex-
SWAN
I know. I warned them.
He swerves left, then right, pulling a transmitter out of his
pocket.
MARY
What is that?
SWAN
Security.
He sets a dial to 10, pushes a button.
The transmitter counts down... 9, 8, 7...
11/10/97 79.
82 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 82
The Camaro tears down a one-way alley going the wrong way.
INTERCUT WITH TRANSMITTER COUNTDOWN - 6, 5, 4...
Undercover vehicles race after the Camero, seconds behind.
5, 4, 3 ...
They swerve into the alley.
Then just as Swan whooshes out, a charge EXPLODES a stack of
55 gallon drums. They fall down into the path of the
pursuers who crash into the FLAMING DRUMS.
The lead car EXPLODES...
83 EXT./INT. STREET - CAMERO - MOVING - DAY 83
Mary looks back in horror as she's whisked away.
84 INT. DOWNTOWN BAR - DAY 84
Dark, filthy, last stop to nowhere.
85 INT. BACK HALLWAY 85
Drunk, dejected, looking like shit, Reilly waits for a fix
with a couple other JUNKIES. The TV in the bar drones in the
background.
The Dealer appears and gestures to Reilly.
DEALER
C'mon, cowboy, you're next.
Reilly trudges over.
DEALER
Okay, what's it gonna be? I got China White,
Snow Flake, Ivory Pearl...
11/10/97 80.
Reilly looks up sharply as he hears the TV, visible through
the doorway.
REPORTER ON TV
We're coming to you live near the scene of
that latest, explosion that ripped through a
downtown alley less than half an hour ago.
Something clears behind Reilly' eyes.
DEALER
(impatient)
Hey, asshole ...
REPORTER ON TV
Despite growing fears and talk of a coverup,
police have sealed off the area and are
refusing to comment about fatalities, or the
rumor that terrorists may be involved.
Reilly's eyes shift, mind racing.
DEALER
Hey, I'm talking to you--
Suddenly himself again, Reilly bolts up, sending the Dealer
and his equipment scattering, and streaks off. He bursts out
of the front door of the bar into the glare of sunlight... we
can hear SIRENS not too far off.
86 INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY 86
Driving like a maniac as usual, Reilly grabs the radio mike
with one hand, pulls his back-up .357 out of the glove-box.
He listens out the window for the SIRENS, he looks up at the
sound of approaching HELICOPTERS.
87 EXT. GAS STATION - DAY 87
In the service bay, a MECHANIC raises the black Camaro on a
hydraulic lift, out of sight from the street.
11/10/97 81.
Out front, Swan pays an ATTENDANT, climbs into an orange U-
Haul truck with Mary, drives off.
A beat, a squad car and an unmarked speed past the Gas
Station.
88 EXT./INT. STREETS - U-HAUL - MOVING 88
Swan brushes Mary's hair from her face.
SWAN
You hungry? We could get something to eat.
Mary shakes her head, scared.
SWAN
What's the matter?
MARY
Nothing... just tired.
She forces a smile. Swan frowns suspiciously as he turns
down a service road, pulls into...
89 EXT. SELF-STORAGE WAREHOUSE - DAY 89
Swan pulls up to the loading dock of the warehouse.
INSIDE THE TRUCK CAB
MARY
Why are we stopping here?
SWAN
We're moving' on. I have to pick up the
supplies. Just two little boxes.
Mary turns white.
MARY
No... No more killing.
SWAN
Stay here.
11/10/97 82.
MARY
Alex, please.
SWAN
Stay in the truck.
He gets out, disappears into the building.
Mary glances around desperately, sees a phone booth at the
corner. She looks back at the warehouse, the phone again,
terrified.
LOADING DOCK
Yanking her door open, Mary dashes to the booth, searches her
pockets. Empty. She dials zero... it rings and rings, then
finally...
OPERATOR (O.C.)
Operator.
MARY
Get me the police!
OPERATOR (O.C.)
Is this an emergency?
MARY
Yes! Please, hurry!
Mary's back is to the warehouse as she waits forever.
SERGEANT'S VOICE
Police, Sergeant Doyle speaking.
MARY
Please, I need help, my name is--
SERGEANT DOYLE'S VOICE
Whoa, slow down, lady. Now what's
that again?
11/10/97 83.
Suddenly Mary sees the reflection of a face in the phone
booth glass. She whirls - Swan is standing behind her!
SWAN
Who are you calling, sis?
MARY
What? Nobody, I-
She tries to hang up. Swan grabs the receiver.
MARY
Alex, please-
SWAN
Shut up!
(into phone)
Who is this?
SERGEANT DOYLE'S VOICE
Sergeant Doyle, Metro P.D. Look, what's going
on--?
Swan's eyes turn cold, SLAMS down the phone.
MARY
Help!
Swan grabs Mary, dragging her with him. A pair of TEENAGE
BOYS on skateboards notice, veer over.
BOY
Hey--?
Swan whips out his Mac-11. The Boys skate for cover as Swan
drags Mary back to the U-Haul.
The open back door reveals a number of 55 gallon drums, some
boxes and two milk crates of C4. He SLAMS down the sliding
door, moves around front and shoves Mary inside.
11/10/97 84.
90 INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY 90
Caught in traffic, map spread out in his lap, Reilly slams on
his horn.
REILLY
C'mon, move it.
His police radio crackles.
DISPATCHER VOICE
All units, 211 reported at 8th and Sycamore.
Suspect is a Caucasian male, armed with an
automatic weapon, last seen heading east with
female hostage in a U-Haul truck ...
Reilly perks up, checks his map.
Jamming the wheel, he crashes out of traffic, ripping the
bumper off the car in front of him, and rockets away.
He grabs his mic, thinks, disguises his voice.
REILLY
Dispatch, this is Reilly.
DISPATCHER VOICE
Go ahead.
REILLY
Patch me through to the Bomb Squad.
DISPATCHER VOICE
Aren't you on suspension?
REILLY
Just do it.
DISPATCHER VOICE
Hang on.
Reilly runs a red.
11/10/97 85.
T.J.'S VOICE
T.J. here.
REILLY
T.J., it's Reilly, put Glass on!
91 EXT./INT. STREET - BOMB SQUAD VAN - MOVING - DAY 91
T.J. is in the passenger seat, Bev sits in the back with
Schnoz, Glass drives. Glass takes the mic.
GLASS
What's up?
INTERCUT WITH REILLY
REILLY
Where you guys at?
GLASS
Driving in circles, waiting for-
REILLY
Catch that alert? That's him in the U-Haul.
GLASS
How do you know?
REILLY
Cuz he got the girl, now he's leaving town.
GLASS
Should we head for the Interstate?
REILLY
Would you?
GLASS
No, I'd slip out past the hotel district,
behind Greyhound...
REILLY
Me, too.
11/10/97 86.
Reilly hangs up, fishtails around a corner, map blowing out
the window.
92 EXT. STREETS - DAY 92
Patrol cars, unmarked and the SWAT Van criss-cross the
streets in confusion...
93 EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY 93
T.J. speeds by in the Bomb Squad van.
94 INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY 94
Reilly swerves onto 8th Street, eyes searching desperately.
Rounding the rear of a huge glass luxury hotel, Reilly
catches a glimpse of orange disappear around a corner.
Reilly bangs a hard right to go around the block.
REILLY
(into mic)
Glass, Eighth Street, alley behind Grand
Hotel. Cut him off.
GLASS (0.C.)
(on radio)
You got it.
95 EXT. ANOTHER STREET - DAY 95
The Bomb Squad accelerates...
96 INT. STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY 96
Reilly changes channels on the radio...
REILLY
(into mic)
All units, suspect spotted heading down alley
behind Grand Hotel.
(MORE)
11/10/97 87.
REILLY (cont.)
(beat)
We need back-up, now.
97 EXT./INT. STREET - SWAT VAN - MOVING - DAY 97
Winters is shocked at the sound of Reilly's voice.
WINTERS
(into mic)
Reilly, what the hell are you-?
REILLY (O.C.)
(on radio)
Fire me later. Close in and we got the
bastard.
WINTERS
Pull back. You're only an observer.
98 EXT./INT. STREET - STUDEBAKER - MOVING - DAY 98
Reilly throws down his mic, aims at the alley ahead and
speeds up, then cranks into the alley, SCREECHES to a stop.
99 EXT. ALLEY - DAY 99
The U-Haul barrels down the alley. Swan sees Reilly up ahead
get out of his car and aim his .357
Swan SLAMS on the brakes. Throws the vehicle into reverse.
Checks his mirror to see the Bomb Squad Van appear at the end
of the alley. He's completely pinned in.
Glass and T.J. jump out, they are in bullet-proof vest,
aiming shotguns, using the van as a shield. Bev jumps out
with Schnoz and slips behind the van entirely.
AT THE STUDEBAKER
Reilly's radio CRACKLES...
WINTERS (O.C.)
Reilly, what's happening? Reilly! Reilly!
Do not engage. We're five minutes-
11/10/97 88.
REILLY
(into mic)
We'll keep him pinned in, you guys hurry up!
Reilly throws done the mic, takes aim again.
THE U-HAUL
idles. Swan's rage erupts. He climbs out with Mary in tow.
ALLEY
Reilly aims carefully...
Swan keeps his Mac-11 to Mary's head. Reilly is frozen by the
move. Swan backs to the rear of the van. He slides up the
door, revealing the drums and explosives to the Bomb Squad.
He reaches in and grabs a remote control.
SIRENS are coming closer, only a block or two away...
AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN
Glass and T.J. drop their jaws. They see Swan depress the
remote, arming the explosives.
T.J.
Jesus...
GLASS
Reilly! He's loaded!
ALLEY
REILLY
(yelling)
Glass, you guys take cover, goddammit!
SWAN
I want out, right now. Or the whole city
block is gone.
11/10/97 89.
GLASS
Reilly, he's got enough to do it.
Reilly leaves the cover of his car and scurries along the
side of the alley, escaping Swan's view.
Swan rages. He moves around the van, pulling Mary along.
Swan SPRAYS a FLURRY of bullets over Reilly's head... Reilly
dives for cover as bullets rip the alley wall inches from his
face.
Swan whirls and SPRAYS the Bomb Squad Van, dropping T.J. with
a shot to the leg. Bev drops to his aid. Glass grimaces,
having been hit in the shoulder.
Reilly moves forward about to take the shot.
GLASS (cont.)
Reilly, don't. He's got a pressure switch.
He releases it, we're done for.
Swan turns back to Reilly, rams his Mac-11 to her throat.
SWAN
Drop it.
MARY
(to Reilly)
Take him!
Mary jerks away from Swan.
Reilly fast FIRES.
Swan takes Reilly's SHOTS in the chest. He smiles as he
starts to fall, his hand starts to open up to release the
detonator...
Mary dives onto Swan and grabs at the remote, clasping it in
her hands. Swan collapses, Mary on top of him.
11/10/97 90.
Reilly and Glass sprint at the U-Haul, reaching a trembling,
bleeding Mary.
She clinches her jaw, fighting the grief, holding on to the
remote.
Reilly reaches Mary first and puts his hands over her's - she
looks up into his eyes--distraught.
GLASS
Hold on to that thing tight.
Glass goes to the explosives and looks over the set-up.
GLASS (cont.)
Jesus Fucking H. Christ...
Reilly has never heard Glass swear before...
REILLY
Fuck factor?
GLASS
Off the scale.
REILLY
What do we do?
Glass turns to Mary.
GLASS
Can you hold it?
She nods. Reilly releases her gently, joining Glass at the
van.
REILLY
Talk to me. Let's assess.
GLASS
Right.
11/10/97 91.
Glass stares at the digital read-out on the device anchored
in one of the C4 crates. It reads: "1:30, 1:29..."
REILLY
C'mon, talk to me! We can do it!
GLASS
He has a timer going as back-up, in case we
got a hold of the remote.
(beat)
Okay... first, run your fingers along
the edges, feel for a sensor.
Reilly does it the way he saw Glass do it before.
GLASS
Good, now the other side.
REILLY
Nothing.
GLASS
Okay, let's go in.
1:18, 1:17, 1:16 ....
Reilly feels around, finally finds an access hole.
Reilly works the hole bigger.
GLASS (cont.)
Not enough time ... gotta go for the
blasting cap. Only one chance... hand
entry.
REILLY
Keep talking.
GLASS
Close your eyes, feel your fingertips. Tell
me everything you feel.
11/10/97 92.
Reilly' hand disappears into the hole.
CLOSE-UP - INSIDE THE BOMB
His fingers snake through complex circuitry as he describes
each layer.
REILLY
Wires... metal, cold... something soft...
GLASS
Don't touch that.
BACK TO SCENE
The red digital numbers keep counting down: 0:38, 0:37, 0:36
REILLY
More metal... sharp edge...
GLASS
Stay to your left.
Deeper, deeper.
AT THE BOMB SQUAD VAN
The SWAT Van and a unit arrive, Winters and Benson jump out,
the SWAT Team is about to follow-
T.J.
Get outta here, Swan's down, but they're
chilling a device.
Winters looks to the action at the U-Haul, sees Reilly and
Glass busy at work. He nods at Benson.
0:30, 0:29, 0:28...
Finally Reilly' fingers touch a button object. We hear the
SWAT Van and the unit retreat at the end of the alley.
11/10/97 93.
REILLY
Something round, two wires ...
GLASS
That's the blasting cap - good! Okay, now
grab it by the base and pull it straight up.
No, Wait...
REILLY
What's wrong?
GLASS
Too easy. There's gotta be something else in
there, another cap maybe.
REILLY
Make up your mind, trigger.
0:19, 0:18, 0:17...
GLASS
Ease your thumb over to the right - feel
anything?
Reilly eyes shift as his hidden fingers feel around...
REILLY
Yeah, another round thing.
GLASS
Okay, one of the caps turns it on,
the other shuts it down.
REILLY
Which one's which?
GLASS
I don't know.
REILLY
What... ?
11/10/97 94.
GLASS
When in doubt, pull the yellow wire.
REILLY
How the hell do you feel yellow?
GLASS
No excuses, just do it!
10... Reilly glares at Glass.
9... His face is dripping with sweat.
8... His fingers shift back to the first cap.
7... They close over it, ready to pull.
6... But then they stop.
5... Reilly frowns.
4... Glass stabs him with a look.
3... 2... Lightning-quick, Reilly' fingers fly back and yank
the second cap out of its base.
The counter stops. 0:01.
Reilly and Glass and stare at it, holding their breath,
hardly daring to believe it's true. They whoop and explode
with relief.
It's over... it's finally over.
GLASS (cont.)
Not bad, for a rookie.
REILLY
Thanks.
Reilly and Glass turn to Mary who has lost consciousness but
is still holding the remote tightly.
11/10/97 95.
Glass looks up to see T.J. and Bev peeking from around their
van.
GLASS
All clear, but we need an ambulance!
Bev jumps into the van to make the call as T.J. starts
limping towards the U-Haul. Schnoz yelps and drops from the
van and runs for the U-Haul.
Reilly cradles Mary in his lap as Glass kneels and removes
the remote - the red light stops flashing, then turns off.
T.J. arrives and looks down at Reilly and Mary, then at the
device in the U-Haul.
T.J.
Nice work.
DISSOLVE TO:
100 INT. POLICE STATION -SQUAD ROOM - DAY 100
The room is back to its usual bustling activity.
101 INT. POLICE STATION - WINTER'S OFFICE - DAY 101
Winters is going through reports on his desk as Reilly
enters. Reilly is cleaned up, shaven, haircut, new suit... a
new man.
Winters look up, impressed with the change.
WINTERS
Mayor loves a hero.
Winters hands Reilly an envelope and a new badge.
WINTERS (cont.)
Just want you wanted. Your promotion, and
transfer.
11/10/97 96.
REILLY
Thank you, Captain.
Winters nods and goes back to his paperwork.
102 INT. THE CAVE - DAY 102
T.J. and Bev work closely together on a mock-device. T.J. is
teaching her the job. They smile warmly at each other.
Glass is on the computer.
Reilly enters.
BEV
Hey, you look great.
T.J. flinches, but she winks at him to calm him down. T.J.
smiles... no longer threatened.
Glass doesn't look up from his computer.
GLASS
You're late.
Glass points to the work station next to him where a Bomb
Squad Protocol Program is waiting on the screen.
Reilly smiles and he sits next to Glass, hands him the
transfer papers envelope.
GLASS (cont.)
(softening)
Welcome to the family.
Glass accepts the papers and shakes Reilly's hand.
REILLY
Nice to be here.
T.J.
That feeling won't last long.
11/10/97 97.
T.J., Glass and Bev start laughing. After a beat, Reilly
joins in heartily.
FADE OUT.
