THE TOURIST
Written by
Julian Fellows
Based on "Anthony Zimmer"
by
Jerome Salle
June 9 2008
EXT. PARIS - DAY
CRANE DOWN from a view of Paris on a misty day. Cool,
gray and beautiful.
A taxi stops by the curb of a wide, cobbled street. All
around there is bustle and activity, with cars and people
hurrying about their business.
The door opens and a pair of exquisitely shaped female
legs in Christian Louboutin high heels swing out.
INT. GARE DE L'EST, PARIS - DAY
WE FOLLOW the legs up the steps, across the concourse,
through the station. Men turn and stare.
CARA MASON (30, stunning) shows no sign of noticing. She
wears dark glasses and carries a traveling bag in one
hand, a copy of the International Herald Tribune in the
other.
INT. BRASSERIE, GARE DE L'EST - DAY
A YOUNG WAITER wiping down the bar stops to watch Cara
enter and take a seat at a table slightly set apart.
An OLDER WAITER approaches her. They exchange a few
words and he walks toward the bar.
WAITER
She's waiting for someone.
YOUNGER WAITER
Probably waiting for me.
WAITER
The door's waiting for you if you
don't get back to work.
A MESSENGER clad in leather, wearing a motorcycle helmet,
enters the cafe and looks around. He consults a
photograph.
His eyes land on Cara. He walks over and holds out a
document-sized envelope.
MESSENGER
C'est vous, Mademoiselle?
2.
CARA
Oui.
As the messenger walks away she opens the folder and
shakes out the contents. There is a ticket for the
Orient Express and a handwritten letter...
She spreads it out on the table like a precious treasure
map. Her beautiful forehead creases with concentration as
she reads...
ALEXANDER'S VOICE (V.O.)
(English accent)
They are following you Cara.
She looks up. Takes out a small makeup mirror and holds
it in front of her face to glance around behind her...
ALEXANDER'S VOICE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
They think you'll lead them to me.
But if you follow my instructions
closely, there is a way for us to
get away...
Cara scans the rest of the letter.
CAMERA glides down to see the signature at the bottom:
"Love, Alexander."
We barely have time to read this before Cara's perfectly
manicured hand crumples the letter, places it in a saucer
and sets fire to it.
The YOUNG WAITER hurries over, alarmed.
YOUNGER WAITER
Mademoiselle! Je vous en prie--
Cara is already gathering her things and walking away.
INT. GARE DE L'EST STATION - MOMENTS LATER
As Cara walks toward the platform...
ALEXANDER'S VOICE (V.O.)
Take the 4:25 Orient Express to
Venice. En route select a man my
approximate height and weight...
Her eyes scan the platform.
3.
ALEXANDER'S VOICE (V.O.) (CONT'D)
Have faith Cara. I'll be with you
soon.
CARA'S POV
Men of various shapes and sizes are boarding "The Orient
Express." She pauses only long enough to assess and
discard: too old, too young, too thin, too overweight...
Her gaze comes to rest on a WELL-DRESSED FRENCH MAN.
Medium height, medium build. Standing alone. Examining
his ticket.
Cara glances at her reflection critically in the polished
glass window of the train. Adjusts her hair and dress.
Satisfied with what she sees, she turns and starts toward
the WELL-DRESSED FRENCH MAN like a cat stalking prey.
The CAMERA admiringly FOLLOWS her silky approach.
The FRENCH MAN hears the click of her heels and looks up.
His mouth falls open...
HIS WIFE arrives and shuts it for him.
WIFE
What are you doing Vincent? Our
train car is over here!
With a regretful backward glance at Cara, he allows
himself to be dragged away.
Frustrated, Cara turns and casts about for another
possibility.
She spots a TOUSLE HAIRED MAN seated on a bench.
CONDUCTER (V.O.)
All aboard! All aboard the 4:25
is departing!
Tousle Hair gathers his bags to get on the train.
Encouraged, Cara moves to cut him off.
As Tousle Hair stands up REVEAL... he's six foot seven.
Cara stops short, irritated. The MAN behind her boarding
the train is fumbling with his suitcase and doesn't
notice. BAM he walks straight into her.
4.
CARA
Ow!
FRANK
Sorry! Excuse me. Pardone moi.
FRANK TAYLOR (30's, amiable) is a cheerful American
tourist. Open face, completely lacking in guile.
Frank continues to mutter apologies as he walks gingerly
around Cara and boards the train.
Cara watches him with thinly veiled contempt. Frank is a
man of average size, average build... she peers over her
glasses at him. And her expression slowly changes. She
follows him onto the train.
ANGLE ON
A GOOD-LOOKING ENGLISHMAN loitering further down the
platform, reading the Herald Tribune. Or rather, not
reading it. He's been watching Cara. He lowers the
paper and climbs onto the train through a different door.
EXT. PARIS - DAY
The gleaming Orient Express pulls out of the station and
gets underway.
INT. ORIENT EXPRESS - AFTERNOON
The train is moving.
The thick carpet, the mellow wood of the inlaid panels,
the subtlety of the Lalique mirrors and the softly lit
lamps all inspire a feeling of great luxury.
Frank looks vaguely out of place, sitting by the window
in his casual jeans and pullover sweater. He's wrapped
up in a dog-eared paperback spy novel. So wrapped up
that he barely notices Cara sit down opposite him.
She crosses her legs. He glances up.
Slowly, nonchalantly, she takes her coat off. Then the
headscarf tied around her neck.
FOLLOW her sensual movements in TIGHT CLOSE UP. The
effect is as if she's performing a tantalizing strip
tease.
5.
Frank is captivated to the point of being unsettled.
She takes off her glasses to reveal stunning eyes.
She goes to remove her mock-turtleneck sweater. The
zipper seems to give her trouble.
Without bothering to struggle she sits up in her seat and
leans toward Frank.
CARA
I think I'm going to need your
help.
Frank is barely able to respond.
FRANK
Hmm?
CARA
My zipper...
(off his blank look)
It's stuck.
Frank finally moves into action. He sets his book down
and leans closer.
Awkwardly he reaches towards Cara's beautiful neck. He
attempts to unwind the trapped thread of fabric. But the
zipper resists.
FRANK
I'm afraid of hurting you.
She slides forward on her seat, to get even closer.
CARA
Don't be afraid.
The train car sways slightly and throws Frank off
balance. He tugs sharply and the zipper suddenly gives--
with a tearing sound.
Frank freezes, looking down at the zipper still in his
fingers.
FRANK
I'm... sorry.
Cara's eyes flash fury for a brief moment.
CARA
It doesn't matter.
6.
FRANK
Maybe I should let you do this--
CARA
Don't give up so quickly.
Reluctantly, Frank continues with the zipper. The
tearing sound continues as he lowers the zipper, inch by
inch.
First her neck, then her throat, then her cleavage are
gradually uncovered. The zipper keeps going downward.
No sign of anything underneath.
Frank is practically sweating.
Finally he uncovers fabric. He finishes unzipping the
sweater and sits back into his seat.
Cara slides it off her shoulders, sensuous as ever.
CARA (CONT'D)
Thanks.
And settles back into her seat, cat-like. He stares at
her for several moments, at a loss for words.
FRANK
My name is Frank.
CARA
Cara.
A white-jacketed STEWARD arrives.
STEWARD
(to Frank)
Will you and your wife take dinner
here or in the dining car this
evening, monsieur?
FRANK
Pardon me? Oh, no. We're not
actually--
CARA
The dining car would be lovely,
thank you.
The steward nods and disappears. Frank just stares.
CUT TO:
7.
EXT. MOUNTAINOUS COUNTRYSIDE - SUNSET
The Orient Express plows through the Alps. PUSH IN ON a
window where we see Frank and Cara sitting at a romantic,
candlelit table eating dinner.
INT. DINING CAR - EVENING
Linen tablecloths. Fine china. Frank is one of the only
men in the dining car not in a dinner jacket.
Frank takes out a bottle of pills from his pocket, then
another and another...
He takes one or two pills from each and swallows them
methodically. She watches him.
CARA
Are you ill?
FRANK
What? No.
She looks at all the pills spread out beside his plate.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Just nervous. I don't like
travelling.
CARA
(gently mocking)
So you decided to take a holiday
on the Orient Express?
He hesitates.
FRANK
I'm on my honeymoon.
CARA
Your honeymoon?
Cara is annoyed at this revelation.
CARA (CONT'D)
Should we ask the waiter to set
another place?
FRANK
She's in Pennsylvania.
Off her questioning look...
8.
FRANK (CONT'D)
You're sure you want to hear this?
CARA
If you'd like to tell me.
FRANK
Two weeks ago she left me. For
the owner of a pizza parlor.
CARA
That's awful.
Frank nods, matter-of-fact.
FRANK
No travel insurance. No refund on
the tickets. So... here I am. On
my honeymoon.
CARA
I'm sorry, Frank.
FRANK
I really loved that pizza too.
"Bala Pizza" if you're ever in
Rosemont.
CARA
I wouldn't touch it. I'm loyal to
you.
A waiter delivers their drinks.
WAITER
A Cointreau for Mademoiselle. And
for Monsieur... a "Miller Light."
FRANK
Thanks.
The waiter rolls his eyes and leaves them. Cara seems
amused by Frank's obliviousness.
FRANK (CONT'D)
What takes you to Venice?
She nods toward his well-thumbed paperback.
CARA
You read spy novels.
(playful)
(MORE)
9.
CARA (CONT'D)
I'm a mysterious woman on a train.
You tell me what my story is.
FRANK
Okay... you'd be a diplomatic
attach� or... let's see... a girl from
East Germany whose father's been
kidnapped by Soviet agents.
They're blackmailing you into
stealing... probably a microchip.
There's usually a microchip
involved.
CARA
What awaits me?
FRANK
Trouble, certainly.
CARA
Danger?
FRANK
No doubt. You'll probably be shot
at in less than two chapters.
CARA
Is there a man in my life?
Beat.
CARA (CONT'D)
Or a candidate for the job?
He gazes at her with a glimmer of hope. She's insanely
out of his league. But she's the one flirting with him.
FRANK
Maybe.
CUT TO:
EXT. PARIS, ILE DE LA CIT� - EVENING
The magnificent Prefecture de Police on the Ile de la
Cit�. A convoy of black Mercedes arrives.
INT. INTERPOL OFFICES, PARIS - EVENING
Footsteps echo in the grand marble hallways.
10.
JOHN ACKERMAN moves down the hall with purpose. British,
Interpol chief inspector. He's the kind of man who
commands respect (think Tommy Lee Jones in The Fugitive.)
MELISSA JONES, his American counterpart matches him step
for step.
JONES
We're putting a lot resources into
this investigation, John. Tell me
you're going to get him this time.
ACKERMAN
(dry)
We're going to get him this time,
Ms. Jones.
GOYAL, (Ackerman's Deputy) closes his cell phone.
GOYAL
She's on the train. They'll be in
Venice in the morning.
INT. INTERPOL CENTRAL BRIEFING ROOM, PARIS - EVENING
Behind the ornate, 17th century doors is a high-tech
amphitheater style briefing room. All glass and steel.
Suited bureaucrats and officers from all over Europe
listen to Ackerman as he leads the meeting from the
podium.
ACKERMAN
Our target's name is Alexander
Pearce. British citizen, born in
London into an ordinary middle
class family. The only thing
remarkable about his childhood was
a preternatural gift for numbers.
Ackerman clicks a slide projected on a large screen
behind him: a fuzzy photo of a British schoolboy with a
shy grin.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Which he used to hack into a
computer and fix the test results
his final year at school.
JEAN LUC (French Interpol liaison) looks up skeptically.
11.
JEAN LUC
Your mastermind couldn't pass his
exams on his own?
ACKERMAN
He didn't fix his test scores; he
fixed the scores for all the girls
in the class. It made him very
popular.
A ripple of laughter through the group.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
(severely)
What started as school pranks
eventually became something much
more serious. After a year in the
training program at Goldman Sachs,
he decided that gambling suited
him better than working for a
living. That, in turn, involved
him with some rather unsavory
people and ultimately led him to
put his financial genius to work
in his true calling: money
laundering.
QUINN is the Swiss Interpol liaison. He speaks with the
crisp accent of a man who is fluent in several languages.
QUINN
You've assembled quite a task
force to catch a common money
launderer, Mr. Ackerman.
ACKERMAN
There is nothing common about
Alexander Pearce. Quiet simply,
he has turned money laundering
into an art form. His greatest
innovation: The False Lawsuit.
He clicks through a series of flashy Powerpoint slides
illustrating Pearce's financial dealings.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Pearce sets up two companies: one
is a Casino in Arizona for example
and the other is a shell company
in the Cayman Islands.
(MORE)
12.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
The Cayman Islands company files a
lawsuit against the casino,
claiming copyright infringement or
some other complaint. They
"succeed" in winning the case and
the casino pays the shell company
an enormous settlement.
QUINN
(understanding)
The money travels from America to
the Cayman Islands...
ACKERMAN
Yes, but now the money is legal.
JONES
Not quite legal. The I.R.S. has
been cheated out of the revenue.
(beat)
We calculate that Mr. Pearce's tax
bill currently stands at $743.7
million dollars.
Jean Luc leans toward his colleague.
JEAN LUC
(whispers in French)
That explains what the American
harridan is doing here.
Ms. Jones gives him a glacial stare.
JONES
Exactement, monsieur.
Jean Luc reddens. Oops. Apparently not every American
fits the stereotype.
ACKERMAN
Mr. Pearce has some other debts as
well. Most of you will recognize
Ivan Demidov...
Click: A PHOTO of a balding RUSSIAN OLIGARCH emerging
from a limo.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
...Pearce laundered over a billion
dollars for Demidov. At some
point Pearce decided he'd rather
steal from Demidov than help him
steal.
(MORE)
13.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
(beat)
Given Demidov's ties to organized
crime, I'd say that was a mistake.
JONES
(clears her throat)
The U.S. Government is not
participating in an investigation
of a member of the Russian
parliament; our target is
Alexander Pearce.
Ackerman smiles coolly at her.
ACKERMAN
Of course.
An INTERPOL OFFICER from Germany raises his hand.
GERMAN INTERPOL
Has Mr. Pearce ever been in
custody?
Ackerman looks down for a moment, as if it pains him to
answer.
ACKERMAN
Almost.
CUT TO:
EXT. ALEXANDER'S SEA SIDE VILLA, VENICE - NIGHT
SUPER: ONE YEAR AGO
Fog covers the skyline, exposing only the slate rooftops
of buildings that haven't changed in centuries. We hear
the sound of water gently lapping the shore.
From out of the mist emerges...
A GUARDACOSTE -- a patrol boat, lights dimmed. It gently
touches the beach. A CARABINIERI officer lowers a ramp.
An INTERPOL TACTICS TEAM in Kevlar and headgear pours out
of the patrol boat.
Ackerman steps off, pulling on a vest. He nods to Goyal.
ACKERMAN
Finally. Let's go.
14.
They follow the team.
EXT. MAIN GATE OF THE VILLA - MOMENTS LATER
ANGLE ON A SPECIALIST who kneels to open an electric
panel. REVEAL a glass plate with a fingertip shape in
the center. The SPECIALIST places his hand against the
glass: a red light beeps on -- it's a bio-metric lock.
He turns to Ackerman.
SPECIALIST
This is gonna take a few minutes.
Ackerman betrays no impatience. He knows better than to
rush the professionals. He simply nods.
The Specialist opens a tool box filled with sophisticated
gear and gets to work...
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA, PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
Wrapping a towel around herself, CARA MASON, the girl
from the train, stares at herself in the bathroom mirror
for a beat. So do we.
She steps out into the lofty master bedroom suite.
In the dressing room, Cara calls out to someone in the
next room.
CARA
I'll be ready in fifteen minutes.
Cara sits on the bed, drying her hair. On a night table
beside her are keys, a wallet and an expensive MAN'S
WATCH.
Cara pauses; she's heard something.
She walks across the tiled floor to the balcony
overlooking the elevator entrance.
She freezes; six tactics OFFICERS face her with guns
drawn.
ACKERMAN steps up the stairs, pistol in hand. He
gestures at Cara to be quiet and come towards him...
Cara stands stock still for a long instant. Then...
15.
SLAMS the oaken door of the master bedroom suite in
Ackerman's face, locking it.
She calls out...
CARA (CONT'D)
Alexander!
ON THE STAIRS
Ackerman shakes the doorknob, cursing; a Tall Commander
calls for the BATTERING RAM which is rushed up the
stairs...
The tactics team CRACKS the door.
Ackerman charges into...
THE BEDROOM
Cara stands frozen beside the man's effects on the night
table. The wallet. The keys. The watch.
ACKERMAN
Where is he?
On the other side of the room, Ackerman sees an OPEN
WINDOW, which the ocean breeze swings.
Rushing forward he sticks his head out the window.
Hanging outside the window is the rigging for a WINDOW
WASHER'S PLATFORM - a platform that seconds before was
lowered to the sand below.
In the distance, a recently boarded water taxi pulls away
from the dock and sails out into the lagoon.
IN THE BEDROOM
Ackerman turns to face the study.
On the desk is a cup of coffee with steam gently rising
from its surface. A cigarette sits lit in an ashtray,
the smoke curling toward the ceiling.
Ackerman stares at the empty, slowly revolving, chair.
He walks toward CARA, now in custody. He holds her
defiant gaze for a moment.
16.
ACKERMAN
You have nothing to say?
Cara looks at him for a moment, then lowers her eyes.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Get her out of my sight.
The Tall Commander shepherds the handcuffed Cara down the
stairs and into the elevator.
She wears Alexander's WATCH....
QUINN (V.O.)
What does this Alexander Pearce
look like?
CUT TO:
INT. INTERPOL CENTRAL BRIEFING ROOM - RESUME
Ackerman closes the file in front of him on the podium.
ACKERMAN
Nobody knows. He disappeared
after his escape. He's had
extensive plastic surgery to alter
his appearance since then. Drug
lord Amado Carillo did the same
thing in the 90s to successfully
elude authorities.
QUINN
How do you know about it?
ACKERMAN
Pearce worked with no more than a
few accomplices at one time. He
treated them so well that they're
virtually all completely loyal.
None of them would cooperate.
We've questioned the ones we could
find, and the only thing we
learned is that Pearce apparently
arranged it so even his own people
have never seen him after the
surgery.
JEAN LUC
So nobody knows what he looks
like?
17.
ACKERMAN
Correct.
JEAN LUC
Forgive me for saying so Mr.
Ackerman, but he slipped away from
you when you knew his whereabouts
and his appearance... What makes
you think you can catch him now?
Ackerman regards him with aplomb.
ACKERMAN
His girlfriend was recently
released from custody. He'll come
for her. We'll be waiting.
QUINN
What makes you so certain?
Ackerman clicks on a slide.
Cara's face fills the screen behind him. A murmur runs
through the room. Every man stares.
ACKERMAN
He'll come for her.
Ackerman himself glances up at her face with a look of
longing.
HOLD ON CARA'S IMAGE for a moment before we...
MATCH CUT TO:
EXT. VENICE TRAIN STATION - MORNING
CARA stands alone on the platform amid the bustle of the
station. The gleaming train stretches out behind her.
INT. TRAIN CAR - SAME
Frank's eyes drift open. He glances out the window and
as his vision comes into focus he sees that the train is
stopped. He sits bolt upright.
A CONDUCTOR'S VOICE over the loudspeaker is saying
something in Italian.
Frank stumbles over himself to collect his things: book,
sweater, pills, etc.
18.
INT. TRAIN AISLE - MOMENTS LATER
Frank struggles down the aisle, bumping into fellow
passengers and apologizing as he goes. All the while
looking around for a sign of Cara...
EXT. VENICE TRAIN STATION - MORNING
Frank steps off the train and glances about at the hive
of activity.
Frank brushes past the GOOD-LOOKING ENGLISHMAN from the
Paris station. Finally he spots her...
FRANK'S POV - Cara with her back turned.
Frank hurries over.
FRANK
I was afraid I'd missed you. I
wanted to ask where you're staying
in Venice... I'm supposed to catch a
shuttle to my hotel but I thought
maybe--
CARA
(without turning)
I've got a better idea.
She holds out her valise for him.
He takes it hesitantly. She peers at him over the rims
of her sunglasses with a very slight smile...
HARD CUT TO:
EXT. VENICE, GRAND CANAL - DAY
A beauty shot of the Grand Canal: magnificent palaces and
churches soar upwards on either side in all their glory.
PUSH IN ON A launch labelled Danieli, travelling fast
over the water. Cara shakes her head to let the wind
ruffle her hair.
CAMERA CONTINUES PAST HER TO REVEAL Frank, clutching the
railing beside her, afraid to wake up.
19.
INT. DANIELI HOTEL, ENTRANCE HALL - DAY
Frank leads us through the distinctive, revolving glass
door into the low-ceilinged entrance lobby.
DISCOVER Cara at the desk talking to the receptionist.
CARA
You have a booking in the name of
Mason.
RECEPTIONIST
Si, Signorina.
CARA
Signora. That's my husband.
She nods at Frank. For a second, the receptionist cannot
keep the surprise out of his eyes. This glamorous,
superbly dressed creature is married to a dull, American
tourist in a T-shirt?
He recovers his composure and alters his manner at once.
RECEPTIONIST
Very good, Senora Mason. Welcome
to the Danieli. You are in the
Doge's-- our premiere suite.
(pause)
Is there anything special you
require?
CARA
Have a copy of today's Herald
Tribune sent up to the room
please.
RECEPTIONIST
My pleasure, Signora.
He gives her a large gold key and nods to a porter to
take the luggage. Frank hurries to catch up with her.
THE RECEPTIONIST he watches them go.
RECEPTIONIST (CONT'D)
(in Italian)
Mother of God, what a waste.
20.
INT. STAIRCASE HALL, DANIELI - DAY
Together, they follow the porter into the ravishing, open
central hall of the hotel, with the great, ornate
staircase soaring up and up, past Gothic galleries and
finely carved balustrades, beckoning.
Frank and Cara trail the porter across the marble floor.
Frank glances about, dazed with delight and amazement.
INT. DOGE'S SUITE - DAY
Under a gilded and coffered ceiling, portraits of the
Doges flank a vast, hooded fireplace. The porter is
showing them round the huge apartment, opening and
closing doors.
PORTER
The bedroom is through here. You
have two bathrooms, here and here.
There is a small kitchen which...
He glances at Cara; she doesn't look like a woman who
spends a lot of time in the kitchen.
PORTER (CONT'D)
...you may not need. There are two
televisions, video, DVD, radio, hi
fi sound system. And...
The porter throws open a pair of French windows. He lets
the view speak for itself.
They step forward. The whole of St. Mark's Basin and the
Venetian lagoon are laid out below them.
PORTER (CONT'D)
Is everything satisfactory?
CARA
Yes. Thank you.
PORTER
Then I will leave you.
The Porter looks expectantly to the "husband" for a tip.
Frank doesn't get it.
An awkward beat. Cara takes a few Euros from her purse
and tips him. The Porter exits.
21.
EXT. BALCONY, DANIELI HOTEL - DAY
Frank stands on the balcony in a daze. He stares down at
the Molo and across St. Mark's Basin to San Georgio
Maggiore. Cara joins him.
CARA
You like it?
Frank opens his mouth to answer. Then laughs.
FRANK
What's not to like?
CARA
I'd have been bored here on my
own. There's more than enough
room for two.
FRANK
I can see that.
CARA
I didn't ask for an extra bed...
Frank looks at her for a beat, barely able to breathe.
CARA (CONT'D)
Are you all right with the sofa?
If you like, I can have them bring
one up?
His face falls. He tries to cover up his reaction.
FRANK
No, no, no. The sofa's fine.
Perfect in fact.
Before he can say more, the buzzer sounds.
CARA
The luggage.
FRANK
I'll get it.
He goes back inside to answer the door.
Cara remains alone on the balcony, immobile, as if
holding her breath. She's waiting... listening.
22.
INT. DOGE'S SUITE - DAY
Frank walks across to the door. There is a small spyhole
and he looks through it. The porter stands there with a
trolley. Frank opens the door.
The porter wheels the trolley in and starts to carry the
bags into the bedroom.
EXT. BALCONY - MOMENTS LATER
Cara relaxes again as she hears Frank approach. He steps
outside on the balcony.
FRANK
I've put my things in the other
bathroom.
She turns to face him.
CARA
Have you ever been to Venice
before?
He shakes his head.
CARA (CONT'D)
Then we need to go out.
CUT TO:
INT. INTERPOL FIELD HQ, VENICE - DAY
CAMERA TRACKS WITH GOYAL as he weaves through a sprawling
mess of personnel and equipment, cell phones, computers
and cables from various national agencies. The United
Nations-aspect of the Task Force gives it impressive
scope but also results in a Tower-of-Babel effect.
The calm eye of the storm is Ackerman.
GOYAL
She's checked into the Danieli...
she's not alone.
ACKERMAN
Good.
(to the room)
Maintain surveillance but keep
your distance.
(MORE)
23.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Don't try to get clever:
remember that Pearce is smarter
than most of you put together.
ANGLE ON QUINN who quietly slips out of the room.
EXT. PRIVATE LANDING STRIP, VENICE - DAY
A Gulfstream G550 executive jet banks over the Venetian
coast and comes in for a landing...
Wheels down. Stairway unfolds. The man who steps off
the plane is dressed in a hand-tailored Italian suit and
shoes that cost more than some cars. He's flanked by two
bodyguards.
IVAN DEMIDOV. In the flesh.
EXT. VENICE - DAY
CAMERA floats over the rooftops toward the penthouse of a
ultra-high end business hotel.
INT. DEMIDOV'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Demidov sips a glass of red wine. The view from his room
rivals the one at the Danieli but Demidov pays no
attention. He's busy scanning his emails on his
Blackberry.
Knock, knock. A thick-necked BODYGUARD in the background
goes to answer the door. A moment later...
He ushers in Quinn, the Swiss Interpol agent.
DEMIDOV
Take a seat, Mr. Quinn. Can I
offer you a glass of Brunello?
It's a '97...
QUINN
No thank you, Mr. Demidov.
Demidov swirls his glass.
DEMIDOV
You know I'd never admit this at
home, but Vodka is for peasants.
There's much we could learn from
the Italians.
24.
He smiles pleasantly at Quinn, then, on a dime, he turns
back to business.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
Tell me I'm not going to be
disappointed.
Quinn takes out an envelope and passes it over.
QUINN
I don't think so.
He flips it open and examines the contents. WE GLIMPSE a
photo of CARA and some text.
DEMIDOV
(to himself)
He always had good taste...
Demidov makes a gesture and a second BODYGUARD with a
SCAR on his face gives Quinn an envelope filled with
cash.
Quinn tucks it away discreetly, as if embarrassed by the
directness of the pay off.
QUINN
Mr. Demidov... if I may ask you a
question... Why do you care so much
about Alexander Pearce? I mean,
you've come here yourself... as if
it were personal.
Demidov looks at Quinn thoughtfully.
DEMIDOV
It may be difficult for you to
understand, Mr. Quinn; you Swiss
are mercenary by nature. But for
some of us, there are things more
important than money. I put my
trust in Alexander Pearce. He
betrayed that trust.
Quinn smiles tightly. He's ready to get out of there.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
And it's bad business to let
somebody make a fool of you. If
Pearce gets away with it, what
does that say about me?
CUT TO:
25.
EXT. THE LIDO, VENICE - DAY
A clear, bright winter day at the beach. Devoid of
tourists, the famous stretch is a completely different
Venice from the one we're used to seeing.
Sandbanks stretch out into the dark green sea.
Cara and Frank walk on a deserted patch of sand. The
wind wraps her light sun dress around her body,
intermittently hugging her perfect curves.
CARA
So... when you're not on a Grand
European Tour, what do you do in
Rosemont, Pennsylvania?
FRANK
I'm a teacher. High school math.
And you? What do you do?
She glances at him slyly over her movie star shades.
CARA
This is what I do, Frank.
FRANK
You're good at it.
A sound of voices and laughter drift toward them. Up
ahead on the beach they see a group of Italians in formal
clothes. A woman wears a white bridal dress.
CARA
Oh look... a wedding. How lovely.
FRANK
I'm not really into weddings at
this particular moment in my life...
CARA
Oh yes. I forgot.
She takes his arm and steers him toward a bistro with
sidewalk tables.
CUT TO:
EXT. BISTRO - AFTERNOON
Cara and Frank are seated. A bottle of Orvieto rests on
the table.
26.
CARA
Do you think it's really over?
FRANK
Hmm?
CARA
Maybe she'll change her mind.
Women do. She might give you a
second chance.
FRANK
I suppose that's a possibility.
(hesitates)
That's what I tell my statistics
class anyway; life is a game of
chance. Endless possibilities and
permutations. You just have to
calculate the odds.
CARA
You haven't answered the question.
FRANK
Well...
(quietly)
I'd like to think that love is a
question of destiny, not chance...
Cara looks at him curiously.
CARA
For a moment there you just
reminded me of somebody.
She shakes her head and takes a sip of wine.
CARA (CONT'D)
He had a way of dancing around a
question so eloquently that you
never noticed until later that
he'd completely avoided the truth.
His entire life was wrapped up in
deception.
(lost in thought)
He told so many lies, I wouldn't
believe him even if he finally did
tell the truth.
FRANK
He doesn't sound like much of a
friend.
27.
CARA
He wasn't.
Frank glances at her wrist.
FRANK
So why are you wearing his watch?
She looks up at him.
CARA
You're smarter than you look,
Frank.
She runs her fingertip over the face of the watch. Then,
impulsively unclasps it and reaches for Frank's hand.
CARA (CONT'D)
And you're right. Here, take it.
She puts it on Frank's wrist, over his protests.
FRANK
What? No, I can't. This thing
must be worth a fortune--
CARA
I insist. You're doing me a
favor.
(firm)
Take it or I'll toss it in the
ocean.
He hesitates. She means it. He closes the clasp.
FRANK
I'll wear it until you regain your
senses.
He feels the heft of it on his wrist. Admires it for a
moment. It really is a beautiful watch. She settles
back in her chair, pleased with herself.
He looks up and sees her smiling at him.
FRANK (CONT'D)
What?
CARA
It suits you.
28.
LONG SHOT of Frank and Cara framed by the sunset. A
romantic dinner for two. They could easily be lovers or
honeymooners...
In the foreground REVEAL somebody watching them. The
good-looking Englishman is there, hovering...
INT. DOGE'S SUITE - NIGHT
The key sounds in the lock and the door swings open.
Frank and Cara tumble in together, laughing, a little
tipsy.
He glances at the sofa and that sobers him up, reminding
him where he's going to sleep. However...
He watches Cara drop her wrap over a chair and kicks off
her shoes. She throws open the French doors to the
balcony.
Frank bypasses the sofa-bed and follows her outside.
EXT. BALCONY - NIGHT
Cara looks out across the lagoon.
Frank appears beside her.
FRANK
I could get used to this.
A movement in the street down below catches her eye. She
studies the Ponte del Vin intently, seeing something.
Cara turns abruptly to Frank and presses her body against
his. He's taken by surprise but willingly responds to
her advance, wrapping his arms around her back.
They exchange a long, passionate kiss.
VIDEO POV OF THE SAME
REVEAL the lens of a PALM-SIZED VIDEO CAMERA peering out
from behind a vendor's cart in the street below.
Frank, his face slightly obscured, kisses Cara.
WE HEAR the WHIRRING of the video camera.
29.
I/E. DOGE'S SUITE/BALCONY - RESUME
Still kissing, Cara leads Frank back into the hotel room...
EXT. VIDEO POV FROM THE STREET - CONTINUOUS
The silhouettes of Cara and Frank disappear into the
hotel room as...
INT. DOGE'S SUITE - CONTINUOUS
Cara closes the curtains. She pulls away from him.
Her composure changes; the passion is gone. The
expression on her face is matter-of-fact.
CARA
You should leave Venice tomorrow.
(softer)
It's a city for lovers Frank; no
place to recover from a failed
engagement.
She turns and walks toward her bedroom...
Frank stares after her in stunned disappointment.
FRANK
What... what did I do?
She pauses at the door. Her expression softens slightly.
CARA
Nothing. I'm sorry.
Then she disappears into her bedroom. The door closes
behind her and we hear the click of the lock.
Frank remains standing alone, immobile.
After several moments he sits on the sofa. There are two
folded blankets and a pillow.
From within Cara's bedroom we can hear her voice, muffled
but still audible...
CARA (CONT'D)
...that's exactly what I'm doing,
but now I want him to go...
30.
He approaches the door, straining to hear more but her
words fade out.
CUT TO:
INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT
Frank gets ready for bed. He takes off the watch Cara
gave him and something on the back of it catches his eye.
It's engraved with a name:
ALEXANDER PEARCE
He stares at the name for a moment, then unzips his
travel bag. Takes out his pills. Pops a bunch. Brushes
his teeth.
He pauses and stares at himself in the mirror as if
wondering how in the world he ended up here. It's like
he's staring into the face of stranger.
He puts his tooth brush down and pads off to sleep on the
sofa.
INT. DOGE'S SUITE - MORNING
The sound of the SHOWER reaches Frank in his sleep. He
blinks his eyes.
The morning is misty. He closes the balcony doors.
Cara's bedroom door is ajar. Frank struggles not to
notice. He turns to his bed and begins folding sheets.
Then he hears the sound of water running in the shower.
He glances over at the door ajar, the sound of the
shower... it's too much.
Frank walks to the bedroom door. He pushes it open.
The door to Cara's bathroom is open. The outline of her
naked body is visible in the shower. She lifts her wet
hair and soaps the back of her neck.
She sees him. Cara is so stunned she simply stands
there.
Frank walks to the shower and opens the glass door.
31.
Walking in, he LIFTS Cara against the glass, clutching at
her slithery body, kissing her frantically...she kisses
him back with ardor, wrapping her dripping legs around
his back...
CUT BACK TO
REALITY:
INT. DOGE'S SUITE - MORNING
Frank is sleeping. A smile on his face. A shadow passes
over him as somebody walks past.
A man's trouser leg is visible in the foreground, moving
slowly toward Frank. Then...
CLANG! Frank wakes with a start to see......
A WAITER is setting up breakfast on a cart.
WAITER
Pardone Signore. Good morning.
Frank stares in surprise at the food spread out before
him.
WAITER (CONT'D)
La Signora ordered this for you
when she left.
FRANK
When she...?
He looks around the suite. He is alone. He nods.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Thank you.
The waiter has finished. He hovers for a moment...
Finally Frank takes the hint and gives the man a one Euro
tip. He takes it with disdain and leaves.
Frank throws off his blanket and sits up.
INT. CARA'S BEDROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Frank strolls into the room, barefoot, in his boxers.
The bed is unmade.
32.
Cara has left a shirt over a chair... he picks it up and
holds it to his face for a moment to enjoy her lingering
scent.
He notices a newspaper... a copy of The International
Herald Tribune is open on her bedside table. He lifts it
to see what Cara had been reading.
There is a personal ad that has been lightly dotted with
a ball point pen. The message is just a list of words:
"TOM CORRY NOW IN A MICA CAN IF FEELING PEST STILL
AROUND."
The dots single out letters in a code... Frank picks up the
pen and puts a faint line through the groups of
unselected letters to reveal the message:
"Tomorrow 11 Caffe Pesaro"
Frank studies this for a moment.
THE BUZZER SOUNDS
Laying the paper on the table, Frank walks to the door.
MAN'S VOICE (O.S.)
Breakfast.
Frank reaches for the doorknob... then pauses. Breakfast
again?
He quietly slides the chain on. Peers through the
spyhole.
SPYHOLE POV -- Two tough-looking men in suits stand
there: most definitely not hotel staff. One has a scar
on his face... Demidov's BODYGUARDS.
Frank is frozen.
Scarface takes out a silenced PISTOL and mutters
something in Russian to his partner. He produces a LOCK
PICK SET and crouches out of frame.
Frank hears the sound of scratching metal and clicking
tumblers inside the lock. He looks around wildly. Sees
the KEY on the entryway table and reaches for it...
Ch-chunk. The Russian picks the lock and slowly starts
to open the door. The chain stops it. A pause.
33.
A moment later a KNIFE comes through the crack and starts
to slide the chain...
Frank stares at the knife; he has to act fast...
Frank throws his shoulder against the door. The knife
clatters to the floor as the door slams shut. Frank jams
his KEY into the lock and turns the bolt into place.
There's angry confusion on the other side of the door.
Frank grabs a heavy glass ashtray and swings it at the
back of the key-- breaking it off in the lock.
Frank scrambles out of the way...
The sound of metal scraping in the lock. Russian CURSING
can be heard just outside. A heavy blow as they try to
shoulder the door open...
Frank looks around desperately for an escape.
The bathroom? The sitting room? Adjoining doors? None.
There's nowhere to go.
Frank bolts for the balcony in his bare feet.
He scrambles outside as...
POP! POP! POP! Bullets rip through the wood and metal,
blasting the lock assembly apart. The door bursts open.
EXT. BALCONY - DAY
Frank looks down and stares at the
DIZZYING SIX STORY DROP
to the cobblestones of the Ponte del Vin below.
Guests sit on their balconies with their morning coffee.
Three balconies over, Frank sees the rooftop of the
modern wing of the hotel.
IN THE SUITE
The two TOUGHS rapidly move through the room, searching.
Nyet, Nyet.
34.
The one place they haven't checked...
THE BALCONY
Frank puts one bare foot on the stonework. He grimaces
as he HEAVES himself onto the railing of the balcony
adjacent to his.
He hangs desperately, flailing, 100 feet over the street
below. He gets a tentative hold...
A PALLID FRENCH WOMAN drops her coffee and screams.
The Russians sprint out to the balcony. They spot
Frank...
Who shoves the Pallid Woman inside, struggles past her
breakfast table, and prepares to leap again-- but slips
on the spilled coffee.
Bullets shatter China around him. He cuts his foot on a
broken plate. He grabs his bleeding foot.
FRANK
Goddamn it! I'm a fucking
tourist!
Another round of shots ring out. They don't seem to
care.
Frank goes over the railing with another awkward HEAVE.
His pursuers scale the adjoining stone work and step onto
the Pallid Woman's balcony.
This time Frank lands in the lap of a BURLY WELSHMAN.
BURLY WELSHMAN
Are ya bloody mad?
The Burly Welshman PUNCHES Frank in the stomach, which
drops him out of the way of...
TWO SHOTS
Which explode into the Welshman's shoulder. He cries out
and falls down on top of Frank.
The Russians stand on the Pallid Woman's balcony and
prepare to JUMP...
as Frank crawls out from under the wounded Welshman and
peers over the next balcony...
35.
Which is at least TWENTY FEET from the roof.
He misjudged the distance.
FRANK
Shit...
INT. THE WELSHMAN'S ROOM - SECONDS LATER
Frank runs through the hotel room, past the Welshman's
wife to the door.
A SHOT behind him and pounding feet send him out into the
corridor past a room service steward to an...
ELEVATOR
Which will not do but the--
INT. SERVICE STAIRCASE - SECONDS LATER
STAIRS will and Frank flies down the steps, three at a
time, hearing his pursuers above him, running harder than
he's run in his entire life...
But he's slow and they gain on him enough to aim weapons
through the railing...
P-CHING, several bullets ricochet like pinballs in the
metal stairwell.
Frank pants as he pushes out a side door...
EXT. RIO DEL VIN CANAL, VENICE - DAY
Frank sprints along the edge of the canal, dodging
tourists and children, vendors and locals. He spots a
VENDOR'S three wheel BICYCLE and jumps on.
As he pedals, he realizes it's too slow so he JUMPS
OFF...
and FALLS - a painful spill, he cuts his hand - but
clambers to his feet as the Russians bear down. Running
up hidden stairs he finds the roof of a shop on the Riva
Degli Schiavoni...
36.
EXT. RIVA DEGLI SCHIAVONI, VENICE - DAY
Frank runs down the ridge of the roof. A silenced shot
hits roof tile nearby and throws him off balance. He
FALLS...
...bumping down the other side of the roof until, as he
topples over the edge, he thrusts a hand at the gutter,
smashing his head against the wall. He drops onto the
pavement along the edge of the small canal.
He doubles back towards the lagoon. Looking back, he sees
the men still in pursuit.
He turns into the Campo San Zaccaria, scattering the
flapping and fluttering PIGEONS. The Gondolieri and
their passengers watch the half-naked man run past and
cheer.
A GONDOLIER
(in Italian)
Run faster, man!
The Russians force their way past the pedestrians. They
have almost caught him when...
INT. LEATHER SHOP - DAY
Ducking inside a leather shop, Frank heads straight for
the back entrance and finds it.
He stands on the cobblestones. Blood streams from his
forehead as well as his hand. He has
SECONDS
to decide which way to go. The alley is long and narrow
on either side. An awning above. Clear sight lines.
The back of the shop upends the Grand Canal.
EXT. ALLEY - MOMENTS LATER
The Russians burst out the back.
There is no sign of Frank.
Scarface looks at the Canal. He walks to the edge of the
water and SPRAYS gun fire atop it. Nothing.
CUT TO:
37.
HIGH ANGLE OF SCENE
Frank lies huddled on his back IN THE AWNING behind the
leather shop, barely able to control his frantic
breathing. He's mere feet away from the men who are
trying to kill him...
He looks up and sees: the scowling face of an Italian
WOMAN peering out over her window box.
Frank raises a desperate finger to his lips. A prayer
that she won't give him away.
She looks at him disapprovingly. Then disappears back
inside.
CLOSE ON FRANK as he waits, his heart pounding.
Seconds tick past... is he safe?
Rrrrrip! A black cylinder, like the barrel of a gun,
tears through the awning fabric inches from his Frank's
head.
He cries out. The awning rips and dumps him down hard
onto the cobblestones below...
A MOMENTARY BLACKOUT
Frank opens his eyes and sees two pairs of black boots
that belong to... A PAIR OF CARBINIERI who stand over him.
One of them holds a nightstick.
They stare down at the bloodied tourist in his underpants
lying at their feet. They've seen stranger things.
CUT TO:
INT. POLIZIA "QUESTURA" (POLICE STATION) - DAY
Frank sits alone with a blanket over his shoulders. Most
of the blood has been wiped from his wound and he has a
rough bandage on his head.
From down the hallway a cheery stubble-faced POLICE
OFFICER, DOMENICO (30's, animated), walks into the room
where Frank is waiting.
Domenico laughs, talking on his cell phone as he enters.
38.
DOMENICO
(in Italian)
You can't let them stay over, man.
You start cuddling and then she
wants to borrow your car. Stop
cuddling, Tomaso!
Frank stands.
FRANK
Excuse me...
DOMENICO
(suddenly noticing
him)
Hey, what are you doing in here?
FRANK
The officers told me to wait here.
I've been sitting here for over
two hours...
Dominico glances over his shoulder.
DOMENICO
I think they forgot about you.
Frank sits back down heavily. Domenico sits on the edge
of a desk.
DOMENICO (CONT'D)
What happened to you, anyway?
FRANK
Somebody tried to kill me.
Domenico picks up Frank's statement and glances at it.
DOMENICO
Mr. Taylor, wow, you had quite a
day. Eh? We got chasing, we got
shooting.
Domenico looks at mild-mannered Frank sitting there in
his boxers. The story seems unlikely.
FRANK
You think I'm crazy but it's all
true.
DOMENICO
Maybe you crazy AND it's true, my
friend.
39.
Domenico looks at Frank a little harder. Decides this
guy is not making all this up.
DOMENICO (CONT'D)
Okay, so who are these guys? Why
they mad at you?
FRANK
I have absolutely no idea.
DOMENICO
They followed you from the
Danieli?
FRANK
They came to the room. They
pretended to be room service.
DOMENICO
You don't scopata one of their
girlfriends or something?
FRANK
I didn't "scopata" anybody!
DOMENICO
Who is...
He consults a piece of paper.
DOMENICO (CONT'D)
Cara Mason?
Frank is quiet. Domenico playfully points at him.
DOMENICO (CONT'D)
I catch you, right?
FRANK
(irritated)
In America the cops catch the
crooks, not the victim.
DOMENICO
Ha ha, we do that sometimes here,
too.
Domenico considers for a moment.
DOMENICO (CONT'D)
Is no domestic, then?
40.
FRANK
No.
DOMENICO
How long you know Cara Mason?
FRANK
I met her yesterday.
DOMENICO
And you take her to the Danieli?
That must have been good meeting,
yes?
FRANK
I didn't take her. She took me.
The infectious grin again lights up Domenico's face.
DOMENICO
You lead an exciting life, Mr.
Taylor.
FRANK
Not usually.
Domenico picks up the phone and dials a number. He talks
in brisk Italian, listens again and replaces the
receiver.
DOMENICO
Signora Mason was staying with
"her husband" last night. You
marry her, Mr. Taylor?
FRANK
No.
DOMENICO
I think maybe Signora Mason might
know why these guys behave badly.
What do you think?
Pause.
FRANK
I think that's possible.
DOMENICO
You got a phone number, mobile?
FRANK
She didn't give me one.
41.
Domenico looks him over.
DOMENICO
You need some clothes. I'll be
right back.
He leaves Frank alone again.
Frank stands and half-heartedly follows him to the
doorway.
He spots something in the adjoining room; a computer that
has been left on. He wanders over and looks at the
screen.
An idea comes into Frank's head... he looks around. Nobody
is watching him. He glances at the inscription on the
WATCH...
Then quickly sits down. He does a search for "WANTED
INTERNATIONAL CRIMINALS" and types in the name:
ALEXANDER PEARCE.
An immediate hit in the data base. Alexander Pearce's
page fills the screen. The caption reads:
#6 on INTERPOL'S MOST WANTED LIST.
In place of a photograph there is just a black outline of
a man's head.
Frank is about to scan for more information when he hears
Domenico returning. He quickly steps back into the room
where he was left...
DOMENICO enters carrying a garish SWEAT SUIT. He hands
it to Frank.
DOMENICO (CONT'D)
Here. Put these on. Time to go.
Frank looks at the clothes.
FRANK
Um... thanks. Where are we going?
DOMENICO
I'm taking you to the hospital,
Mr. Taylor. A doctor should take
a look at you.
42.
FRANK
I'd really rather just go--
DOMENICO
Don't worry. I put you in Padua,
away from Venice. You'll be safe.
(scribbles his
number)
Any worry, you call me. I give
you my home number.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL SCANNING ROOM, PADUA - EVENING
Frank lies flat on his back.
A NURSE leans over him with a kindly expression.
NURSE
Relax signore. We're just going
to make sure everything is all
right inside your head.
She slides him slowly into the mouth of an MRI scanning
machine head first. It hums to life.
INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR, DANIELI - EVENING
Domenico whistles as a hotel clerk escorts him to to the
Doge's suite.
CLERK
(in Italian)
Unfortunately we've already re-let
the room.
(nervous)
We'd rather the guests didn't know
about the incident.
DOMENICO
Don't worry. I'll be discreet.
CLERK
Grazie.
The Clerk knocks. The door is opened by Ivan Demidov.
43.
CLERK (CONT'D)
I beg your pardon, Signore, but
this is a police officer. He needs
to briefly examine the room.
DEMIDOV
Of course.
Demidov steps back, holding the door open.
INT. DOGE'S SUITE, DANIELI - EVENING
Demidov watches Domenico, who sniffs around.
DEMIDOV
(casually)
What happened, officer?
DOMENICO
That's what I'm trying to find
out, Signore.
Domenico gets down on his hands and knees and looks
around. He spots something under the sofa and fishes it
out with his penknife... a spent bullet casing.
He puts it in a plastic bag, pleased with himself.
Demidov catches his eye. He smiles at him.
DEMIDOV
You are a good detective.
DOMENICO
I do my best.
Domenico stands and takes his leave.
DOMENICO (CONT'D)
Sorry for the inconvenience.
Enjoy your stay.
As he and the clerk exit, Scarface steps out from the
other room. Off Demidov's look, he leaves the suite to
follow...
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM, PADUA - NIGHT
Frank lies on the bed. There are clean bandages on his
injuries.
44.
The television drones on the wall: an Italian reality
show. A WOMAN holds her hands over her eyes. The HOST
taunts her:
THE HOST (V.O.)
(in Italian)
Now remember, I said you were in
for a surprise... a big surprise.
Frank waits for the surprise.
INT. INTERPOL FIELD HQ, VENICE - NIGHT
Ackerman is tilted back with his eyes closed like he has
a headache.
Jones enters with a file labelled: "Frank Taylor".
ACKERMAN
What did we find on the American?
JONES
He's a tourist. Member of the
teacher's union. Pays his taxes.
Has bad luck.
ACKERMAN
Evidently. He had a pair of
Russian hit men after him. Are
you still going to tell me Demidov
is clean?
JONES
I never said he is clean. I just
said he isn't our target.
GOYAL
I'm just wondering how they
tracked them down at the hotel...
ACKERMAN
(under his breath)
Just so long as they don't beat us
to Pearce when the real one
arrives.
He looks up at Goyal.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Where's the teacher now?
45.
GOYAL
The local police picked him up.
ACKERMAN
Then he's safely out of the way.
CUT TO:
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Frank sits up in his bed, reading.
The PHONE RINGS.
FRANK
Hello?
INT. TERRACE FLAT, PADUA - EVENING
INTERCUT: Domenico - in his terrace flat. He wears a T-
shirt and holds a glass of wine. Loud Italian pop music
plays in the background.
DOMENICO
Well it's official Mr. Taylor.
You're not mad.
FRANK
That's a relief.
DOMENICO
I went to the hotel. Somebody
shot at somebody. I found a shell
casing. I'll have it analyzed in
the morning.
Frank glances around uncomfortably.
FRANK
I'd like to be on a flight home
tomorrow morning.
DOMENICO
Relax, you're perfectly safe where
you are.
(pause)
You have any visits from your
Signora Mason?
46.
FRANK
(quiet)
I wish.
DOMENICO
Never let them cuddle, Mr. Taylor.
One cuddle and it all turns to
merda. Good night. If you need
anything, you have my number.
Frank hangs up, shaking his head.
In the restful silence he hears a DISTANT BANG. A
gunshot? A door slam? Nervous, he gets up and goes to
the door...
INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT
Frank looks right and left. The corridor is empty and
silent, lit by strip lights set on low.
Just as he's about to close the door again, Frank notices
that there is a label stuck there with his name on it,
just above the room number.
He struggles with the label for a few seconds, tearing it
off.
He sticks the label on the door to an empty room
opposite.
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Frank goes to the sink and splashes water on his face.
Stares at himself for several moments, as he did in the
bathroom at the Danieli. He's lost in thought.
Then...
He hears the clang of a metal pushcart being wheeled
along. Some footsteps approach. There are voices speaking
an unfamiliar language, maybe Russian...
Russian?
Frank scrambles for his clothes. He fishes out
Domenico's phone number from a pocket and races to the
phone. Then freezes, listening:
The footsteps move away slightly... there is the sound of a
door opening. The door across the hall.
47.
Seconds pass. The door is closed again. The footsteps
move down the hall, slowly fading away.
Frank punches in the policeman's number and grips the
receiver. It rings.
INT. DOMENICO'S TERRACE FLAT - NIGHT
A saucepot simmers on the stove. The phone RINGS.
Behind it is a WINDOW - pierced by one circular bullet
hole.
The music still plays.
As our gaze drifts downwards we see Domenico's bare feet,
prone behind the kitchen island.
The phone RINGS and RINGS...
INT. HOSPITAL ROOM - NIGHT
Frank is struggling into his clothes. Everything seems to
stick and take forever.
He opens the door a crack and looks down the ward.
Nothing. He moves along the passage, slipping into
doorways and out of the light.
He finds the elevator and jabs at the button.
The light shows it is approaching the floor. It stops.
The doors open. Frank is about to enter it, when
suddenly SOMEBODY STEPS OUT...
An ORDERLY exits and brushes past.
Frank breaths a sigh of relief and steps in.
INT. HOSPITAL ELEVATOR, PADUA - NIGHT
Frank presses the button for Receptione et Terre and
waits an interminable four seconds for the doors to
close.
Slowly the elevator descends... and stops.
The doors open. A big MAN stands with his back to us,
blocking the exit. Frank shrinks away, with nowhere to
hide. The man turns.
48.
He's a MALE NURSE, waiting to get into the lift. He
stands aside to allow Frank to leave. Frank takes a step
out...
...and sees SCARFACE talking to the receptionist.
Hurriedly, Frank reverses back into the elevator.
FRANK
(to the Nurse)
Wrong floor.
Then, just before the doors close, Scarface turns... his
eyes meet Frank's. He starts towards the elevator... but
the doors shut first.
The lift stops again. The doors open on the first tier of
the subterranean car park.
Frank leaps off.
INT. UNDERGROUND CAR PARK, PADUA HOSPITAL - NIGHT
Limping and terrified, Frank jogs towards the ramp marked
Uscita in the far corner.
An ENGINE ROAR splits the silence. The lights blind
Frank in the darkness as the car careers towards him.
He falls to his knees.
The car skids to a stop.
The door flies open. He squints. Sitting behind the
wheel, calm and beautiful as ever, is CARA. He stares.
CARA
What are you waiting for? Get in.
INT. CARA'S CAR - NIGHT
He climbs into the car. She turns to him as she pulls
out.
CARA
Did you miss me?
FRANK
A little.
He glances anxiously over her shoulder.
49.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Um... you may not believe this but
there are some people trying to
kill me--
CARA
(calm)
I know.
Cara drives toward the ramp. He looks at her.
FRANK
Do you know why?
CARA
It's because I kissed you.
She stops the car and waits for the metal gate at the top
of the ramp to open. It rises with a loud creaking to
REVEAL...
A BLACK CAR with two men inside. One of them steps out
and ducks under the gate as it rises up.
While he's briefly silhouetted by the car's headlights we
glimpse the outline of an AUTOMATIC WEAPON.
CARA (CONT'D)
Shit.
With remarkable sangfroid she cuts the engine and lets
her car roll backwards, gliding silently and perfectly
into a parking spot.
Silence.
They watch the BLACK CAR slowly descend the ramp. The
Russian with the gun in his hand walks carefully
alongside.
Frank watches, holding his breath.
The sound of another engine cuts through the silence. A
pair of headlights come up from the level below.
CLOSE ON THE CAR. The MALE NURSE from the elevator is
driving up toward the exit ramp, toward the exit where
the Russians are waiting.
CLOSE ON THE GUNMAN slipping back into the shadows and
readying his gun to fire.
50.
FRANK sees what is about to happen. His face betrays his
concern.
He reaches for the door.
CLICK. Cara presses the central door lock. Frank's door
doesn't budge. He looks over at her.
FRANK
(re: the Nurse)
That guy has nothing to do with
this.
CARA
Neither do you.
He looks her straight in the eye. She relents.
CARA (CONT'D)
Okay. If you want to play hero...
She turns over the ignition.
CARA (CONT'D)
Hold on.
Cara revs the car and pulls out fast, cutting off the
Nurse's car. He leans on the horn.
At the top of the exit ramp, the metal parking gate is
slowly being lowered.
She weaves around the black car, deliberately heading for
the gunman. He opens fire.
BRRRRRAAAP!! Bullets spray wildly, ricocheting off the
walls, shattering windshields... Frank covers his face as a
side-window pops, showering him with glass.
The GUNMAN is forced to jump out of the way as Cara
scrapes the side of her car along the wall. Sparks fly.
The black car burns rubber as it U-turns to follow her.
She guns it up the ramp towards the closing door.
FRANK
There's not enough room!
CARA
There's enough room.
51.
The fence whirs at head height and keeps lowering. The
black car is closing in behind them.
FRANK
We won't make it!
CARA
I thought Americans were
optimists.
At the last second he ducks instinctively and closes his
eyes. The gate clips the top of Cara's car with a
tremendous CLANG! Traps it.
Cara presses her foot all the way down on the
accelerator. Smoke pours from the tires.
CRASH!
The black car RAMS them from behind.
A Russian leans out the window and fires at the outlines
of Cara and Frank's HEADS. Bullets shatter the back
window.
Cara pushes Frank's head down. The sound of burning
gears as the engine hits its limit.
Suddenly, scraping paint, Cara's car SPRINGS forward,
jetting out onto the street.
The fence drops further and shudders to a halt. The
black car is trapped. The Russians can only watch as
Cara speeds away.
CUT TO:
INT. CARA'S CAR - NIGHT
The quiet hum of the autostrade is the only sound in the
car.
Frank sits in a daze. He turns to her.
FRANK
Do I look that much like Alexander
Pearce?
Cara turns sharply.
52.
CARA
How do you know--?
Frank holds up his wrist.
FRANK
The watch.
She hesitates. A pause.
CARA
I don't know. You're about his
size. That's all.
FRANK
(incredulous)
You don't know what your own
boyfriend looks like?
CARA
Alexander crossed a very dangerous
man. He changed his appearance in
order to vanish.
FRANK
Great.
CARA
Don't worry. I'm taking you
somewhere you'll be safe.
FRANK
We should go to the police.
CARA
Because they did such a good job
protecting you before?
Frank doesn't respond.
CARA (CONT'D)
Trust me.
Frank looks at her. Then relents, leaning his head back
against the support and closing his eyes.
FADE TO BLACK:
53.
EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF VENICE - MORNING
The car is parked along a muddy canal. Beside it runs a
small disconnected set of palazzos. Cara shakes Frank.
He won't wake up.
CARA
Frank... Frank.
He's snoring. She pinches his nose closed...
He startles awake. She smiles mischievously.
ON A SIDE STREET
He follows her past abandoned tricycles and very old men
sitting on stone steps.
FRANK
And I thought I wouldn't get to do
any sight-seeing.
Frank steps over a greenish puddle.
CARA
Here we are.
She pauses before a run-down palazzo.
INT. RUN DOWN PALAZZO, HALL - NIGHT
The narrow hall is dark and shabby.
Cara walks up the stairs to a door on the landing. She
opens it with a key.
INT. PEARCE'S "SAFE HOUSE" - NIGHT
It is completely dark inside. The two of them maneuver
in the darkness. The sound of a hand bumping against a
wall.
Finally somebody finds the light switch and--
CARA holds a .38 Taurus PISTOL in front of her.
Frank happens to be right in her line of sight. He
flinches.
54.
FRANK
Whoa!
CARA
Sorry.
She quickly directs the gun away from him. Frank leans
over, catching his breath.
Cara starts to giggle. Frank starts to laugh too.
INT. KITCHEN, PEARCE'S "SAFE HOUSE" - NIGHT
The apartment appears as if it was leased, stocked and
then never set foot in again. Brand new appliances that
have never been used.
Frank walks over to a flat screen TV and curiously peels
off the protective clear film... He looks up and sees:
Cara has her head inside the OVEN.
FRANK
What are you doing?
She pulls out, a flashlight in her mouth.
CARA
Making sure no one sabotaged the
gas lines.
Frank watches her walk over to the FUSE BOXES.
MINUTES LATER
Frank pokes through the cupboards. Stocked with fine
olives, tins of expensive smoked fish, viands, stewed
fruit from orchards in France.
He opens the icebox. Inside is frozen meat and fish. He
pulls out one package of frozen orange steaks - it is
labelled "BARRACUDA, CAUGHT ANTIGUA, 8/07".
FRANK
He goes Barracuda fishing?
Cara has poured herself a glass of wine.
CARA
He goes Marlin fishing. You catch
the Barracudas by accident.
55.
Frank looks at the steak...
INT. DINING AREA, PEARCE'S "SAFE HOUSE" - LATER
CLOSE ON THE FISH -- now seasoned, grilled and surrounded
by whipped sweet potatoes, beets and almonds.
Frank places a plate before Cara who sits with her wine
at Pearce's oak table. She looks appreciatively at her
plate.
CARA
And she left you for a cook?
Frank smiles and pours himself a glass of wine. Cara
takes a bite.
CARA (CONT'D)
Mmmmm! That's decadent.
FRANK
With these ingredients, it's not
hard.
Frank savors a bite of his meal.
FRANK (CONT'D)
You know something? Food tastes
better after you've been shot at.
Cara laughs. She clinks his glass.
CARA
I'm glad I decided to come back
for you, Frank Taylor.
They watch one another eat for several moments.
FRANK
Can I ask you a question.
She sets down her fork. Leans back.
FRANK (CONT'D)
What's it like? Being a criminal?
CARA
(scoffs)
I'm not a criminal.
56.
FRANK
You carry a gun, you consort with
people being chased by killers... I
hate to break it to you, but--
CARA
Okay, I'm a criminal.
She takes a big gulp of wine. Moves over to the sofa.
CARA (CONT'D)
I didn't mean for things to turn
out like this. I always lived by
a certain code. But then... I broke
it.
She lapses into silence. Frank comes and sits beside
her.
FRANK
For Alexander Pearce?
She doesn't answer. Which is an answer.
FRANK (CONT'D)
What's he like?
A beat.
CARA
He's the most interesting man I've
ever known. When I first met him,
I wasn't expecting that. He took
me by surprise.
She shifts deeper into the leather cushions as if
reliving a memory of sensual pleasure.
CARA (CONT'D)
If I'd been prepared, I might not
have loved him. But I wasn't. So
I did.
She frowns into her empty wine glass. Frank slides a
little closer.
FRANK
(soft)
I don't regret it, you know.
CARA
Regret what?
57.
FRANK
Kissing you.
He looks into her eyes. They are sitting very close on
the sofa. The lights are low. The mood is romantic...
Frank puts an arm over her shoulders and leans in for a
kiss--
Cara stands abruptly.
CARA
What are you doing?
He looks up at her, questioningly.
FRANK
I thought...
CARA
You thought what? That I saw you
on the train and my heart stopped?
That all my life I've been waiting
for a math teacher from the
Midwest to sweep me off my feet?
Frank doesn't respond.
CARA (CONT'D)
I picked you because of your
height. Do you understand?
He does. His humiliation complete, he rises with as much
dignity as he can muster and carries the plates into the
kitchen.
Cara looks after him... exasperated yet already sorry for
being so blunt. She is about to say something when...
Her CELL PHONE RINGS. A special ring.
She answers right away.
EXT. PIAZZA SAN MARCO - EVENING
The ENGLISHMAN strolls the Piazza San Marco. FOLLOW HIM
from behind as he speaks into his phone.
THE ENGLISHMAN
Have you been reading the
newspaper?
58.
IN THE SAFE HOUSE
Cara narrows her focus. She walks away from Frank,
stealing away into the bedroom. Her heart is beating.
CARA
Yes... there was nothing there
today. Is... is it you? Alexa--
THE ENGLISHMAN
No names. Not on the phone.
INT. INTERPOL FIELD HQ, VENICE - EVENING
The WAVE PATTERNS of the man's voice shimmer on a
computer monitor. Goyal and Ackerman stand watching,
hanging on every word.
THE ENGLISHMAN (V.O.)
(from the speakers)
It's been a busier weekend than I
expected.
ACKERMAN
Place him. Place him!
A HORN-RIMMED AIDE zeroes in on a MAP screen.
The screen gives him a map of VENICE. Then zooms into a
map of the SAN MARCO district...
INT. BEDROOM, "SAFE HOUSE" - CONTINUOUS
Cara holds one finger in her ear, listening intently.
THE ENGLISHMAN (V.O.)
There's a recipe in a Tuscan
cookbook there I need. Would you
look it up for me?
CARA
Do we really need another
"recipe?"
THE ENGLISHMAN
I want to make sure our guests are
surprised.
59.
EXT. PIAZZA SAN MARCO - EVENING
The Englishman passes the Lagoon to his left, and enters
an enormous courtyard, the Arco Foscari. He looks down
at his watch...
THE ENGLISHMAN
You're a brave and loyal girl.
I'm in awe of you.
INT. INTERPOL FIELD HQ, VENICE - EVENING
The computer map hones in on the PIAZZA SAN MARCO...
ACKERMAN
Go! Go! Go!
Goyal is already out the door and Ackerman grabs his
Kevlar vest and follows, racing down the steps...
INT. BEDROOM, "SAFE HOUSE" - CONTINUOUS
Cara folds her arms as she listens.
CARA
That's because you leave
everything up to me.
She pouts, only partially joking.
CARA (CONT'D)
I'm fine by the way, in case you
were concerned about me.
THE ENGLISHMAN
(playful)
My only concern is for those who
cross you, my love.
EXT. PIAZZA SAN MARCO - EVENING
At last The Englishman arrives before the lower colonnade
of the DOGE'S PALACE, the seat of medieval Venetian civic
government. It is a wonder of Gothic architecture with
spires piercing the blue sky.
He gazes up at it for a moment.
60.
THE ENGLISHMAN
You may not believe it, but every
step of this miserable game is
taken in the hope of earning your
trust and ever-lasting regard. I
mean that.
The Englishman is at the Ponte del Suspiri-- the "Bridge
of Sighs."
INT. BEDROOM, "SAFE HOUSE" - EVENING
Cara's expression softens.
CARA
You have a talent for saying the
right thing.
(to herself)
You always did.
OUTSIDE THE BEDROOM DOOR
Frank listens to the end of Cara's conversation, his
forehead creased with concern.
EXT. PIAZZA SAN MARCO, CAFE - NIGHT
The Englishman closes his phone and disappears into the
crowd.
INT. BEDROOM, "SAFE HOUSE" - NIGHT
Cara speaks urgently.
CARA
Wait--
The line is dead.
EXT. PONTE DEL SUSPIRI - SECONDS LATER
A silent caravan of three black SUV's - a strange sight
in Venice - pull up in perimeter around the Bridge of
Sighs and skids to a stop.
Ackerman and the others leap out, looking around. Then
Ackerman sees it:
The Englishman's CELL PHONE, sitting on the cobblestones.
61.
They approach. Goyal kneels to pick it up with a plastic
bag.
GOYAL
We should check for prints. Maybe
he forgot to wipe it down...
ACKERMAN
I doubt it.
Ackerman looks around.
INT. BEDROOM, "SAFE HOUSE" - NIGHT
Holding her now unimportant phone in her hand, Cara draws
herself up and walks into the
SITTING AREA
Frank lies asleep on the couch.
Cara walks to the kitchen and retrieves the Tuscan
Cookbook. Thinking herself unobserved, she opens it.
A PAGE has been turned down. A recipe for LAMB.
Cara pulls out her red, felt-tipped pen. She finds a
sentence in the recipe with a single pen dot beside it.
Tapping her pen under letters on the page, Cara works out
the code, memorizes the contents of the message and
closes the book.
ON FRANK
His eyes are open.
EXT. VENICE - MORNING
Establishing shots of the city as it comes to life in the
winter time.
Boats are pushed out into the canals...
Trash is hosed from the cobblestone streets...
Tables and chairs are set out at sidewalk cafes, waiting
for the tourists to come...
62.
INT. SITTING ROOM, "SAFE HOUSE" - MORNING
With an unfamiliar gentleness, Cara approaches Frank
sleeping on the sofa and touches his shoulder.
CARA
Frank... I have to go.
He opens his eyes and looks at her.
CARA (CONT'D)
Don't go out. All you need is
here. In four or five days
everything will be resolved...
FRANK
Resolved?
CARA
It will all be over. I'll give
you the all clear and you can go
back to your life. This will be a
great adventure you can look back
on.
FRANK
When will I see you again?
CARA
Never.
She looks at him evenly; one last glance between two
people from two completely different worlds.
CARA (CONT'D)
Good-bye, Frank.
She leaves.
INT. RUN DOWN PALAZZO, HALL - DAY
She has started down the stairs when Frank appears on the
landing. He leans over the balustrade.
FRANK
Is he worth it?
CARA
Get back inside.
She has stopped mid-flight.
63.
FRANK
You're going to risk everything
for him. Would he do the same for
you?
She is quite straightforward in her response.
CARA
It doesn't matter. I love him.
FRANK
He doesn't deserve it.
She shakes her head.
CARA
None of this is your business
anymore. Now get back inside
Frank!
Just as she raises her voice a door opens below them in
the hall, and an old man comes out. He looks up at Cara.
OLD MAN
Signorina.
This is exactly what she did not want. But she controls
her annoyance, nods in greeting and continues towards the
front door.
CARA
(to the neighbor)
Mi dispiace, Signor.
The Old Neighbor nods as Cara walks out the door.
He admires Cara's shapely form as she crosses the
cobblestone streets and disappears into the alley.
He glances back up at Frank and whistles appreciatively.
Frank turns and goes back inside.
INT. INTERPOL FIELD HQ, VENICE - DAY
Ackerman sits in an office chair, gently revolving.
Jones, Goyal and Jean Luc are there as well.
ACKERMAN
Why do women find these con men so
appealing?
Jones is the only woman nearby...
64.
JONES
Don't look at me. I married my
personal trainer.
(sotto Jean Luc)
She's twenty-six.
Jean Luc can't tell if she's serious.
ACKERMAN
How did Pearce seduce that
beautiful woman? Was it his
charm? His looks?
GOYAL
Looks change.
Ackerman sips from his ten thousandth cup of espresso.
ACKERMAN
Maybe it's because if he adores
himself and spends every moment
gratifying his desires, so then
can she.
He looks around to see if the others like this theory.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
She can become a child again. Who
wouldn't want that?
There is a bitterness in Ackerman's tone that reveals he
is personally hurt by this.
Goyal's Blackberry makes a beep.
GOYAL
She's on the move. Time to go.
Ackerman pushes himself wearily to his feet.
ACKERMAN
By all means. Let's follow the
children.
INT. KITCHEN, "SAFE HOUSE" - DAY
Paging through the cookbook, Frank locates the page. He
smiles in recognition at the familiar CODE pattern of red
dots. He pulls out a PEN...
65.
INT. BATHROOM, "SAFE HOUSE" - DAY
Frank examines a sleek, tiny electric razor that
resembles a lollipop. Turning it on, he applies it.
Pleased, he keeps shaving.
Getting out of the shower, Frank enjoys the soft Frette
towels.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM, "SAFE HOUSE" - DAY
In the closets are dozens of flawless, custom-tailored
suits.
Flipping through the rack like a discerning shopper,
Frank arrives at a suit that catches his fancy. Elegant
and simple.
IN THE MIRROR
Frank struggles to close Alexander Pearce's pants around
his lightly padded mid-section... a little too tight.
Frank is irritated to discover he's not quite as trim as
Pearce.
ON THE BEDROOM FLOOR
Frank engages himself in a spontaneous program of
CALISTHENICS. He struggles through a batch of push-ups,
then sit ups.
IN THE MIRROR
Frank flosses his teeth. Then he backs up, taking in his
outfit. The lines of the suit highlight his frame.
He likes what he sees.
INT. DEMIDOV'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY
Demidov is getting dressed. It's an elaborate ritual:
carefully pressed pants, ironed shirt, starched collar,
etc.
His two BODYGUARDS stand nervously at attention, watching
him.
66.
DEMIDOV
When I was a young man, times were
very hard. When an opportunity
presented itself, you took it.
He pats talcum powder on himself. The men remain stone-
faced.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
I was twelve years old when Gregor
asked me if I was ready for a
man's job. He was the top
chelovek in our housing block. So
I said yes. He gave me a crowbar
and told me to go bash in the
skull of another boy who had
stolen something from him.
He points at his platinum cufflinks on a bedside table
and snaps his fingers. Scarface hands them to him.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
Now it just so happened this boy
was a friend of mine. I did not
want to do this terrible thing.
But when you come from the
streets, you have no choice.
He carefully knots his tie in the mirror.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
I worked very hard for years to
get past that life. So I would
not have to do these terrible
things. So I would have a choice...
He turns and smiles at his THICK-NECKED bodyguard. He
gestures toward the man's holstered pistol --
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
I have people like you to do these
things for me...
He holds out his hand; THICK NECK hands him the pistol.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
Except that you don't!
Suddenly Demidov pistol whips the man across the face!
Blood explodes from THICK NECK's nose. He falls down to
one knee, clutching his face in pain.
67.
Scarface looks on in fear. Demidov calms himself almost
as quickly as he lost his temper. He drops the gun on
the carpet and steps back in disgust.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
If you did your job properly, I
wouldn't have to get my hands
dirty, you piece of shit.
He turns and walks into the bathroom to wash his hands.
CUT TO:
EXT. CIPRIANI HOTEL - DAY
Heels clicking on the cobblestones, Cara strides quickly
along the Palazzo Vendramin en route to the Cipriani.
She checks her watch. Then walks faster.
She passes a smallish transporto via cargo (supply boat)
floating in the lagoon beside the Palazzo.
Cara approaches the poolside hotel restaurant.
INT. CIPRIANI HOTEL - DAY
From a second story SUITE of rooms, The ENGLISHMAN peers
through the curtains. He sees Cara seat herself at a
TABLE between the pool and the lagoon.
His eyes settle on the transporto. Workers step on and
off, carrying fresh linens into the hotel.
He leaves the window.
INT. TRANSPORTO - DAY
There is a small cabin on the deck.
Inside the cabin, Ackerman, Goyal, a videographer, a
signals surveillance officer and a coordinating tactics
officer huddle.
Ackerman stares out the tinted window.
ACKERMAN'S POV - he can just see Cara sitting at the
table.
68.
EXT. CIPRIANI HOTEL, POOLSIDE RESTAURANT - DAY
Fanning herself with a newspaper, Cara discreetly
evaluates the men in her sight lines. Venetian civic
leaders chatting by the bar, tourists reading maps...
Over her sunglasses she catches sight of a pair of YOUNG
LOVERS drunk in each other's grasp in the pool.
She turns away.
INT. TRANSPORTO - DAY
Squinting, Ackerman evaluates his placements.
- A WAITER, idling at his bussing station, his eyes
roaming the palazzo.
- A VAPORETTO CAPTAIN, who quietly turns away requests
for a ride into St. Marks Square, his finger to his ear.
- An OLDER COUPLE sitting a few seats away from Cara.
And an AGENTE DI POLIZIA (police patrolman) loud and
jovial, joking with passersby, while quietly checking his
earpiece.
He speaks into the air.
AGENTE DI POLIZIA (V.O.)
(from the speakers)
Eh, we do not know any
further...characteristics?
ACKERMAN
(pressing a button)
You know what we know.
EXT. CIPRIANI HOTEL, POOLSIDE RESTAURANT - DAY
The VIDEO CAMERA swivels to follow a MAN, elegantly
dressed, with trim hair who swiftly approaches Cara's
table...
IN THE TRANSPORTO
Standing up, Ackerman holds his hand up.
69.
ACKERMAN
(into the speaker)
Hold...wait for my signal...
AT THE RESTAURANT
Cara glances up from her menu as she senses the elegant
man approaching.
The WAITER walks quickly toward Cara's table...
The elegant man is FRANK.
IN THE TRANSPORTO
Ackerman stares at the monitor with Frank's face on it.
He's quietly furious.
ACKERMAN
What is that fool doing in the
middle of my operation?
AT THE RESTAURANT
Cara stares slack-jawed at Frank.
He has given himself a complete make-over. New haircut.
Pearce's suit fits him well.
He looks terrific. Cara notices before quickly recovering
her composure.
FRANK
Time for Alexander and me to meet
face to face.
CARA
(quietly)
I don't know what you're talking
about. Please go, I'd like to
have a quiet coffee.
Frank sits at the table with Cara and eats a CASHEW.
IN THE TRANSPORTO
Ackerman barks whispered orders into the speaker:
70.
ACKERMAN
(frustrated)
Move off. Move off.
The UNDERCOVER WAITER quickly moves away from Cara's
table.
Ackerman stares at the monitor which captures Cara's
angry expression.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
(talking to the
screen)
Get rid of him!
AT THE POOLSIDE RESTAURANT
Defiantly, Frank pulls his chair in closer to Cara. He
signals to a different THIN WAITER.
FRANK
(to the waiter)
Caffe, per favore?
Frank turns back to Cara, who calls out--
CARA
Cameriere! No caffe for signor!
FRANK
(contradicting her)
With milk!
She stares at him.
CARA
Do you want to be dead?
FRANK
Not particularly, but I'm tired of
being afraid. I've been running
around like a frightened mouse
long enough and I've decided I'm
finished.
Frank pulls out a Gitane cigarette. He lights it,
smoking while he talks.
71.
FRANK (CONT'D)
When I first saw the name I got
scared: "Alexander Pearce." He
even sounds like some super cool
master criminal with Russian
enemies and the beautiful
girlfriend... he probably works out.
He might own a pizza shop on the
side for all I know.
Frank frowns at the cigarette.
FRANK (CONT'D)
These are disgusting.
INT. TRANSPORTO - DAY
Goyal is seated at the communication station.
ON THE MONITOR - Frank is settled in opposite Cara.
GOYAL
He's not going anywhere.
Ackerman peers directly out the window, as if he's going
to see something different.
ACKERMAN
Put Lipetti in. Tell him to play
it like he's dealing with a rowdy
guest-- escort him out.
EXT. CIPRIANI HOTEL, POOLSIDE RESTAURANT - DAY
Cara looks all around. No sign of any suitor
approaching.
CLOSE ON: the hands of the THIN WAITER, who sprinkles
pepper carefully, presumably onto a dish. He then
platters the dish and lifts it over his shoulder.
CARA
Frank, you have no idea what
you're sticking your nose into.
FRANK
Probably not. But I'm doing it
anyway. Alexander Pearce nearly
got me killed. It was his idea,
right?
(MORE)
72.
FRANK (CONT'D)
He told you to pick out some
random sap on the train to take a
bullet for him, didn't he?
Frank works himself up, drawing courage from his anger.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Well I'm not playing the role
anymore. I'm going to confront
him. He's supposed to meet you
here, isn't he? I'm going to tell
him exactly what I think of him.
CARA
Wonderful. Another macho idiot.
(to the waiter)
Conto, per favore!
Frank leans in.
FRANK
What's the lure, Cara? Obviously
not his character. Is it the
money? The luxury? What's any of
that worth if you're getting shot
at and you could go to jail?
CARA
I'm leaving Frank.
FRANK
He's smooth, right? He probably
has mistresses in every European
city, too.
CARA
It's really a shame you've scared
him off--
She tosses some Euros on the table.
CARA (CONT'D)
The two of you make a nice couple.
The THIN WAITER arrives with a PLATTER. He sets it down
in front of Cara.
The UNDERCOVER WAITER now moves toward the table with a
grim expression...
The THIN WAITER removes the platter. Cara looks down.
73.
Spelled out in SALT and PEPPER on the plate is the
following:
"MY VILLA. TONIGHT. 8PM."
Cara no sooner reads it than the Thin Waiter, who we now
see is THE ENGLISHMAN...
...BLOWS on the platter, scattering the salt and pepper
granules to the wind.
FRANK
What the hell?
As Frank looks up.
The Englishman has already turned away, but the
Undercover Waiter is moving quickly toward Cara's table.
The Undercover Waiter picks up speed, changing course
slightly. WE SEE he's after The Englishman who is about
to enter the restaurant kitchen...
Then FRANK steps in front of The Undercover Waiter,
mistaking him for Pearce.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Is this him?
CARA
Frank!
INT. TRANSPORTO - DAY
Ackerman slaps the cabin table.
ACKERMAN
Abort! Abort, goddammit!
THE POOLSIDE RESTAURANT
The Undercover Waiter tries to move past Frank.
FRANK
You hide out poolside and send
your girlfriend and a total
stranger to face the murderers who
are after you? Not much of a
tough guy, are you?
Frank SHOVES him back.
74.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Where I come from, we don't treat
women like that!
Frank grabs the Undercover Waiter's collar with
unaccustomed strength.
Cara quietly picks up her bag and leaves the restaurant.
She walks as fast as she can without being noticed toward
the Palazzo Vendramin.
In the midst of his scuffle, Frank looks around and
realizes she's gone.
The Undercover Waiter's earpiece falls out in the melee...
Frank sees it and hesitates. Maybe this guy isn't
Pearce.
INT. TRANSPORTO - DAY
Getting up from his seat in the cabin, Ackerman gestures
for the captain of the transporto to leave the dock.
ON THE MONITOR: Frank looks around and sees Cara: fifty
feet away. Walking with purpose.
ACKERMAN
That goddamn fool.
Ackerman rubs his face and squats down, frustrated beyond
measure.
GOYAL
What do we do with him?
ACKERMAN
Throw him in the lagoon.
CUT TO:
EXT. PALAZZO VENDRAMIN - DAY
Frank brushes past tables, hits the street and RUNS down
the Palazzo, toward Cara.
FRANK
Cara!
Cara says nothing. She just shoots Frank an angry glance
and climbs onto A VAPORETTO (water taxi).
75.
Frank runs to the edge of the water as it motors away.
Suddenly he feels the presence of somebody behind him.
TWO of ACKERMAN'S MEN are right there.
They pin his arms forcefully.
AGENT
Ok Signor... you can come with us
now.
Frank looks at the two big men on either side of him.
Then at Cara disappearing over the water. The fight
drains out of him and he doesn't resist.
CUT TO:
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
Frank sits alone in the sparsely furnished, windowless
room. A table, two chairs. A large mirror on the wall.
Frank straightens his slightly disheveled suit, as if
he's been dumped here without ceremony.
He glances in the mirror periodically, suspicious.
The door opens and Ackerman enters. He pulls up one of
the chairs and gestures for Frank to do the same.
ACKERMAN
Please...
He looks Frank up and down.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Nice suit.
FRANK
It's borrowed.
ACKERMAN
It's a good fit.
FRANK
Unfortunately.
Ackerman reaches into his breast pocket and takes out his
INTERPOL credentials. Tosses them on the table for Frank
to see.
76.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Police... better than the
alternative I suppose.
Ackerman smiles. Frank remains defiant. He jerks his
head toward the mirror confidently.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Who's watching from behind there?
Ackerman looks over at the mirror, taken off guard by the
question. He stands and goes to the mirror -- lifts it
off its hooks and sets it on the floor.
Nothing but plain wall underneath. Ackerman sits back
down. Frank is a little bit chastened.
ACKERMAN
You have a vivid imagination.
FRANK
I haven't needed it lately.
Ackerman smiles.
FRANK (CONT'D)
You're in for a disappointment.
I'm not Alexander Pearce.
ACKERMAN
I know that.
Frank looks up.
FRANK
Since when?
ACKERMAN
Since the beginning.
Frank stares at him blankly...
FRANK
How...?
ACKERMAN
Come. I want to show you
something Frank.
CUT TO:
77.
INT. INTERPOL FIELD HQ, VENICE - DAY
Ackerman leads Frank through the maze of desks and
police. Various members of the task force follow their
progress... Jean Luc, Jones, etc.
They arrive at a central INTEL area where Goyal sits in
front of several computer monitors.
He looks up as Ackerman and Frank arrive.
ACKERMAN
(to Goyal)
Pull up the CID Academy graduating
class for 2002.
Goyal raises an eyebrow, but does as he's told. A few
moments later a photo of POLICE RECRUITS in uniform comes
up on screen.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Take a good look.
Frank peers at the screen. He spots the instructor--
Ackerman seven years younger.
FRANK
You?
ACKERMAN
Take a look at the second row.
INSERT CLOSE UP on the screen.
Frank examines the second row. One of the young women
is... CARA MASON. Her hair is pulled back. She looks more
the determined police cadet than the sexy siren... but
it's definitely her.
FRANK
Cara...
He is dumbfounded.
ACKERMAN
We've been watching you this
entire time.
FRANK
(dawning)
You saw those men try to kill me
and you didn't intervene?
78.
ACKERMAN
I'm trying to apprehend a major
criminal. I'm not a babysitter.
Frank grows angry.
FRANK
I want to speak with somebody at
the American Embassy. I'm going
to tell them that you and your
undercover officer knowingly and
recklessly endangered the life of
an American citizen! Let's see
what my government has to say
about that!
Jones clears her throat from a chair across the room.
JONES
We're aware of the situation, Mr.
Taylor. But we take a long view
of these things... fortunately you
are unhurt...
Frank is incredulous.
FRANK
Then I'll go to the press. I'll
tell the entire story to the New
York Times.
ACKERMAN
(quietly)
No. I don't think you'll do that.
FRANK
Why not?
ACKERMAN
Because I don't think you want to
see Cara's entire career
destroyed.
Frank falls silent. Ackerman puts an arm around his
shoulder and leads him away from the others.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Espresso?
CUT TO:
79.
EXT. INTERPOL FIELD HQ, VENICE - DAY
Frank stands on a balcony overlooking a waterway.
Ackerman emerges with two cups of espresso. Hands one to
Frank.
ACKERMAN
Women like Cara don't come along
very often.
FRANK
In my case, they don't come along
at all.
ACKERMAN
She's the worst combination:
stunning looks and a brilliant
mind.
FRANK
If she's so smart, how did she get
caught up with Pearce?
ACKERMAN
It started out as a
straightforward placement...
INT. DOGE'S PALACE - DAY [FLASHBACK]
Cara (younger) poses as an art student, sketching a
SCULPTURE in the Anticollegio.
ACKERMAN (V.O.)
...we ran her deep cover to build a
case against Pearce. It took. He
hired her as an assistant.
She turns her face and smiles at an UNSEEN MAN.
EXT. YACHT - DAY [FLASHBACK]
The wind blows in Cara's hair. She sits on the top deck.
A MAN'S HAND passes her a drink as he walks by. She
smiles at him (again we do not see his face).
ACKERMAN (V.O.)
Then she began missing drops.
Omitting important details.
80.
EXT. BALCONY - RESUME SCENE
Ackerman turns to Frank.
ACKERMAN
She was no longer with us. She
was with him.
Ackerman finishes his espresso.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
She explains it now as the
confusion of her new life outside
the academy. That I misread her
capacity for this kind of work.
FRANK
Then why are you still using her?
ACKERMAN
She's all I have, Mr. Taylor.
Beat.
FRANK
You think she'll turn him in this
time?
ACKERMAN
I don't know.
Goyal walks up behind Ackerman waiting patiently for a
moment to interrupt him.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
I do know however, that you are
very smitten with her.
Frank looks back at him evenly.
FRANK
It's not just me, is it?
Ackerman acknowledges the point with the barest of nods.
Goyal signals that Ackerman has a phone call.
CUT TO:
81.
EXT. GRAND SALONE, VENICE - DAY
The principal apartment of a Venetian palazzo, looking
out over the Grand Canal.
Cara holds her cell phone to her ear as she walks.
ACKERMAN (V.O.)
Cara? Where have you been?
INTERCUT WITH
ACKERMAN on the phone at his office.
CARA
Have you got him?
ACKERMAN
You mean the idiot who ruined our
operation?
CARA
Have you got him?
Ackerman glances out the window at Frank.
ACKERMAN
Yes.
Cara is relieved.
CARA
It's your own fault. We never
should have endangered a civilian.
You should have put an agent into
place.
ACKERMAN
There was no time. Besides Pearce
is too smart for that; he would
have spotted the agent a mile
away.
CARA
He didn't spot me.
Ackerman smiles bitterly.
ACKERMAN
Apparently he didn't have to.
Cara doesn't answer. Ackerman regrets the jibe. He
steps into a HALLWAY where it's quiet.
82.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
I'm sorry Cara. That was uncalled
for.
ON HER FACE as she listens to him.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
I'm on edge because of our failure
today. If only the American
hadn't messed everything up... I
felt sure Pearce would show up
today.
CARA
What makes you think he didn't?
Ackerman's face lights up...
CUT TO:
INT. INTERPOL FIELD HQ, VENICE - DAY
Ackerman strides into the room, calling for attention.
ACKERMAN
Okay everybody, listen up.
Jones, Quinn, Jean Luc and the rest of the team assemble.
Goyal has Frank with him, dragging him around like a lost
puppy dog...
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
We have a location and time for
the next meet. Pearce's villa.
Eight o'clock. We have to move
fast--
JONES
Pearce's own villa? Why would he
risk going back there? He must
know we'd be watching.
JEAN LUC
Perhaps he's nostalgic.
ACKERMAN
I doubt that. Maybe there's
something of value still there.
He left in a hurry after all.
JONES
Call in a search team.
83.
ACKERMAN
We searched the place after the
raid last year. If there's
anything hidden there, only Pearce
knows where it is.
He picks up his coat.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
We need to get agents in place all
around the villa.
Frank speaks up unexpectedly.
FRANK
If you're all around his house,
will he show up?
A dozen heads turn to look at him.
ACKERMAN
If I needed your advice Mr.
Taylor, I'd ask.
Frank shrinks down in his chair.
A beat. Ackerman turns back to the rest of the room.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Establish a wide perimeter. We'll
keep our distance and wire the
entire villa for video
surveillance.
The meeting breaks up. Everybody jumps into action.
ON QUINN as he slips out a side door.
CUT TO:
INT. CIPRIANI HOTEL - DAY
A standard hotel room-- no lavish suite this time.
Cara stands in front of the mirror. Her shirt is
unbuttoned as she works to attach a TINY MICROPHONE to
her bra.
The tape gets stuck to itself and she has to start over...
A KNOCK on her hotel room door.
84.
CARA
Come in.
Frank enters the room. Sees her half-dressed--
FRANK
I'm sorry.
CARA
It's okay. Come over here. I
need your help.
In an echo of their first meeting on the train (but
without the false flirtation) she turns to him and hands
him a piece of tape.
Their eyes meet. A flicker of a smile passes between
them.
Frank's fingers are perfectly steady this time as he
helps her secure the microphone and do up her shirt.
FRANK
Ackerman told me everything.
She takes a deep breath.
CARA
I'm sorry Frank.
FRANK
There's no apology necessary.
He steps back from her. She smooths her blouse. Turns
to him.
CARA
(re: the wire)
How do I look?
FRANK
Like the most beautiful woman on
earth.
The complete honesty and directness of his compliment
takes her by surprise. She's strangely moved by it.
She brushes her hand affectionately over his cheek.
CARA
When will you go home?
85.
FRANK
Ackerman asked me to stay with the
surveillance team in case the
thugs who came after me at the
Danieli show up. I'm the only one
who can identify them.
Something occurs to Frank.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Did you tell him to keep an eye on
me?
CARA
(busted)
I told him to make sure you were
safe until this was over.
He nods. A little pleased at her concern.
FRANK
You shouldn't worry about me.
What about you?
CARA
What about me?
FRANK
What are you going to do?
She takes a beat, then puts her game face on.
CARA
My job.
CUT TO:
EXT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA - NIGHT
A light mist. The sound of water lapping against the
shore. The scene is familiar... almost identical to the
night of the raid just over a year ago.
Then a wind picks up and blows the mist clear.
REVEAL an undercover POLICEMAN with an earpiece walking a
dog a block away...
ON A ROOFTOP three blocks away - A SNIPER with a scope.
INSIDE AN APARTMENT - a FEMALE AGENT with binoculars
scans the empty street below.
86.
ON THE CORNER - two blocks down is a village CHURCH.
INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS
Ackerman and his team have set up a make-shift
surveillance outpost here. The high-tech equipment looks
incongruous with the thousand year-old stone walls and
worn oak pews.
A bank of monitors reveals various views of the inside
and outside of Alexander's villa.
Frank hovers in the background behind Ackerman. He
notices Ackerman has a copy of the International Herald
Tribune.
FRANK
You all read the same newspaper.
ACKERMAN
It's a good paper. And sold
throughout the world. Makes the
classified ads especially useful...
Frank nods. Ackerman sits down next to Frank as if he
were an old pal instead of a quasi-captive.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Since the internet came about,
hardly anybody uses old school
methods like that to communicate
anymore. Except Alexander Pearce.
No lines to tap. No signals to
intercept.
(admiringly)
He's a very clever man, your
double.
FRANK
I look forward to meeting him.
ACKERMAN
So do I.
EXT. WATERWAY - NIGHT
A PATROL BOAT circles in the canal behind the villa. One
of Ackerman's ITALIAN AGENTS is at the wheel.
He sees a flat-bottomed black BOAT motoring toward him.
A light from the boat shines in his eyes.
87.
AGENT
(in Italian)
You'll have to turn around, sir.
There's been a chemical spill in
this area--
FWWWAP! A silenced bullet strikes him in the forehead.
The agent topples into the water with a gentle splash.
The black boat steers around the rudderless patrol boat
and heads toward the villa...
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA - NIGHT
BINOCULAR POV - a lone female figure walks down the
cobblestone streets toward the villa.
CARA.
SURVEILLANCE AGENT (V.O.)
She's approaching the destination
now.
EXT. BACK OF THE VILLA - NIGHT
The black boat slips underneath some moorings.
A gloved hand tosses a grappling hook up to a beam ten
feet overhead. It catches. The boat is tied off.
Silently, a masked figure begins to climb from the boat
up into the bottom floor of the villa in the semi-
darkness.
INT. SURVEILLANCE OUTPOST IN CHURCH
ON THE MONITOR WE SEE
PEARCE'S ENTRY HALL. Cara unlocks the front door with a
key and walks inside.
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA/VIDEO MONITORS - CONTINUOUS
TRACK from screen to screen as WE FOLLOW Cara moving
through the deserted rooms.
Everything is cold and lifeless. Like a palace that has
been turned into a museum.
88.
INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS
While everyone is focused on the monitors showing Cara's
progress, Frank notices some movement in a monitor far
off to one side...
It shows the lower floor of the house.
FRANK
(points)
Who's that?
They all turn to look. A male figure, his face masked,
approaches the lens of the surveillance camera...
BLINK! The FEED shuts off.
Ackerman barks at a technician.
ACKERMAN
What happened? Get it back on
line!
The surveillance techs begin madly punching buttons, etc.
JONES
Was that Pearce?
GOYAL
How did he know there would be a
camera?
BLINK! Another monitor goes dark. Then another.
JONES
He's taking out the entire
surveillance system--
ACKERMAN
Stop him.
TECHNICIAN
I can't! He's cutting the feed at
the source.
Frank looks anxiously at Cara on the monitor climbing the
stairs...
Blink! She disappears from view as well. Everybody
starts talking.
89.
JEAN LUC
How can one man move through the
house that fast?
GOYAL
(overlapping)
What should we do?
ACKERMAN
Shut up! Everyone.
They quiet down. Ackerman turns to the tech.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Do we still have audio?
The tech nods.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Turn it up.
Everybody in the Church stands stock still. Staring at
the dark monitors. Listening.
Cara's footsteps click up the stairs and then slow...
They move tentatively across the floor.
WE HEAR A THUMP. A door or a heavy footstep?
Cara's breathing gets louder. There's somebody else in
the building.
CARA (V.O.)
Alexander?
No response. Click, clack, click... She takes a few steps.
ON FRANK -- concerned.
ON ACKERMAN -- calm.
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA, PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
Cara stands in the center of the large room. She catches
sight of her reflection in the large floor-to-ceiling
window. There's a movement in the doorway behind her...
She spins around to face...
DEMIDOV. He and his two men have removed their masks.
90.
DEMIDOV
Sorry to disappoint you, my dear.
He steps toward her.
Cara pales.
INT. CHURCH - NIGHT
Everybody strains to hear what is happening.
JONES
(whispers)
Who is that?
DEMIDOV (V.O.)
How are you this evening?
CARA (V.O.)
(a tremor in her
voice)
Fine, thank you.
JEAN LUC
The accent is Russ--
ACKERMAN
Shh!
(quietly)
It's Ivan Demidov.
Jones looks at him.
JONES
(uncertainly)
Not possible.
INTERCUT WITH THE VILLA
Cara takes a step back toward the window. Demidov
follows.
DEMIDOV
You're waiting for someone, Ms.
Mason?
Cara doesn't reply.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
You haven't seen Alexander Pearce
in a long time, yes? I'm sure it
will be a touching reunion.
(MORE)
91.
DEMIDOV (CONT'D)
If you don't mind, we'll keep you
company while you wait.
GOYAL
(anxious)
What are we going to do?
ACKERMAN
We're going to wait for Alexander
Pearce. Just like them.
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
SNIPER'S POV - CARA has maneuvered close enough to the
window that she is visible. As they approach, Demidov
and his two men come into range as well.
SNIPER
(into his radio mic)
She's brought them to the window...
INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS
Everybody is listening.
SNIPER (V.O.)
...there are three of them.
ON FRANK'S FACE - he looks around at the cops desperately
hoping somebody will do something. They all look to
Ackerman.
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA, PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
Demidov circles Cara dangerously close.
DEMIDOV
Not very polite of your boyfriend
to keep you waiting.
CARA
He loses track of time easily.
DEMIDOV
I have a hard time believing that.
(pause)
Perhaps he's already here
somewhere... hiding... even watching
us.
92.
INSIDE THE CHURCH
DEMIDOV (V.O.) (CONT'D)
What do you think?
A long silence. The tension grows. Then we hear...
A LOUD SLAP.
Everyone in the room flinches.
DEMIDOV (V.O.) (CONT'D)
You know... I have a feeling he is
around here somewhere. And if he
cares about you... if he wants to
see your lovely face again... he
should show up before it's too
late.
ANOTHER SLAP - MORE VICIOUS THAN THE FIRST. This time
Cara cries out in pain.
Goyal turns to Ackerman.
GOYAL
Sir?
ACKERMAN
Demidov's right. He's here
somewhere...
Another SLAP. Another scream.
Jean Luc looks to his colleagues-- Jones, Quinn... then
turns to Ackerman. Every one of them is about to burst.
JEAN LUC
We have to do something--
ACKERMAN
We have to wait.
JEAN LUC
Yes but--
ACKERMAN
(harsh)
She's my agent. She's my
responsibility.
A muffled THUD. Cara groans and WE HEAR her body hit the
floor. That wasn't a slap.
93.
Every cop in the room is clenching his weapon. Desperate
for the order to move. To jump in and stop this.
They are all looking to Ackerman to give the order.
As the silence wears on, even Jones starts to waver. She
speaks quietly to Ackerman.
JONES
What if he doesn't come?
Ackerman doesn't respond.
The lack of sound in the church is even more disturbing
than before.
Suddenly Goyal notices...
GOYAL
Where's Taylor?
SMASH CUT TO:
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
Frank runs for all he's worth. Panting for breath.
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA - NIGHT
Frank bursts through the front door. Races to the steps
without hesitating...
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA, PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
Cara lies on her side at Demidov's feet. Blood trickles
from the side of her mouth.
Her eyes are clouded with fear and pain as she views the
room half-askew. Then they suddenly come into focus as
she sees...
A figure walks into the room. FRANK.
He stand motionless in the doorway, surprisingly calm.
Demidov turns.
DEMIDOV
(leans down to Cara)
Good news. He loves you.
94.
Demidov's men take Frank by either arm and roughly drag
him forward.
Cara lifts her head with an effort.
CARA
That's not Alexander Pearce.
Demidov ignores her and walks up to Frank.
DEMIDOV
You know, Mr. Pearce, I thought I
was finished with this sort of
thing. But in your case, I've
been forced to make an exception.
He holds out his hand and one of his THUGS gives him a
PISTOL and a SILENCER.
CARA
He is NOT Alexander Pearce!
Demidov begins screwing the silencer onto the barrel.
The thugs push Frank to his knees.
But he's barely paying attention to them. His eyes are
locked on Cara.
She meets his gaze. For a moment, it's as if nothing
else in the world exists but the two of them.
He may only be a hapless tourist, but he loves her.
He's the one here, willing to give up his life to save
hers.
CARA (CONT'D)
Oh Frank... I'm so sorry.
FRANK
Nothing to be sorry for.
Demidov finishes attaching the silencer. He points the
gun at the back of Frank's head.
DEMIDOV
Good bye Mr. Pearce.
At this moment, Cara fills her lungs and screams:
CARA
Ackerman!
95.
She bends her head toward her cleavage, yelling into the
tiny microphone.
CARA (CONT'D)
(furious)
Ackerman!!
Demidov is taken off guard.
INT. CHURCH - CONTINUOUS
Her scream echoes through the arched church.
Ackerman gives the order.
ACKERMAN
Do it.
EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT
SNIPER'S POV - Demidov and his gun-wielding henchmen
standing over Frank and Cara.
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA, PENTHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
The huge, plate glass window shatters as the high powered
bullet slams through it!
Everything explodes in a mass of blood and glass.
SCARFACE is blown off his feet. His body hits the ground
next to Frank... his gun skitters across the floor.
Demidov looks from the window to Cara with cold fury in
his eyes-- she's the one who has called in the artillery.
He raises his pistol toward her, point blank.
BANG! The gunshot takes him by surprise. He turns to
see...
FRANK holds Scarface's smoking pistol in his hand.
Demidov just has time to process the fact that Frank is
the one who shot him before the life drains from his eyes
and he topples...
Demidov's other bodyguard fires out the windows wildly
and makes a run for it. Glass flies everywhere.
Frank throws his body over Cara to protect her.
96.
A short and furious exchange of gunfire as the other
plate glass windows explode. Wood splinters fill the air
as furniture is torn apart. Finally...
One of the sniper's bullets finds its target and the
BODYGUARD goes down.
Frank remains on top of Cara, shielding her until long
after everything has fallen silent.
EXT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA - NIGHT
Ackerman and his team approach, guns drawn.
Undercover agents converge as well, closing the
perimeter.
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA, PENTHOUSE - NIGHT
Frank and Cara sit in the middle of the room amongst a
sea of broken glass. Just getting over the shock of
being alive.
FRANK
Are you all right?
Cara nods. She looks at him for a long moment, then
breaks out into a smile.
CARA
I did well to choose you on the
train...
Frank's turn to smile. He looks around the room at the
carnage.
FRANK
You didn't get to arrest Alexander
Pearce...
CARA
He never showed up.
Frank slides closer to her. Gently, carefully, he slips
his hands into Cara's cleavage.
Surprised, Cara starts to pull back-- but he puts a
finger to her lips.
She hesitates... looks at him questioningly. But she
doesn't protest as his fingers move toward her bra...
97.
...and grasp the tiny MICROPHONE. With a sharp tug, he
rips it free. He tosses it across the room.
Then he leans a little closer and whispers in her ear:
FRANK
(a British accent)
You're wrong. I'm here.
She straightens up. Her heart skips a beat.
FRANK (CONT'D)
It's me. I'm here.
She covers her mouth. Her eyes mist over with tears.
She runs her fingers over his face with loving amazement.
Like a blind person trying to recognize a familiar face.
Her mind reels...
Then their lips meet. They kiss. And kiss. Like
drinking from a fresh spring in the desert.
Finally she pulls away and looks at him.
CARA
Why?
FRANK
You said I'd told so many lies,
you wouldn't believe me even if I
did tell the truth... This was the
only way to convince you.
(pause)
The truth is that I love you. All
that matters is that you believe
me.
She stares into his eyes for a beat. Finally looking at
her without a trace of deception. She believes.
They hear voices on the stairs below.
Frank holds up a finger to her-- wait.
Frank crawls across the room and presses a hidden latch
on a built-in bookshelf. It swings out of the way to
reveal a hidden safe built into the floor.
Frank removes the fitted floor boards. There is a
sophisticated BIO-METRIC LOCK -- just like the one at the
gate in the beginning of the movie.
98.
Frank places his finger on the spot and the lock clicks
open.
CUT TO:
INT. ALEXANDER'S VILLA - NIGHT
TRACK WITH ACKERMAN up the stairs.
He leads the team into the PENTHOUSE.
He looks around at the mess as the agents fan out.
Cara leans on Frank's arm as she heads for the exit.
ACKERMAN
Cara... I want the paramedics to
make sure you're all right--
She blows right past him. Ackerman calls out after her.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Cara...
She pauses. Turns to face him.
Ackerman looks down for a moment, ashamed.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
I'm sorry... I... we'll talk about
this later.
CARA
No we won't. There's nothing to
talk about. I don't work for you
anymore.
She walks past him. For a moment Ackerman and Frank look
at one another.
ACKERMAN
Mr. Taylor... you're free to go.
He looks at Frank with a measure of begrudging respect.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
It seems I underestimated you.
FRANK
(American accent)
It seems you did, Mr. Ackerman.
99.
With that, Frank steps out of the room. Ackerman's
attention is distracted by--
GOYAL
Sir... over here. Take a look at
this!
Goyal has found the safe. Ackerman comes over and looks.
INSERT CLOSE UP - the only thing in the safe is a single
FLASH DRIVE.
Goyal signals to one of the TECHS. He opens a laptop on
the desk and they plug in the FLASH DRIVE to check the
contents.
While they are doing this, Ackerman bends to inspect the
BIO-METRIC LOCK.
ACKERMAN
He was here.
Jones looks on eagerly as numbers fill the screen.
GOYAL
Account numbers... access codes...
unless I'm mistaken... he left the
money behind.
JEAN LUC
A mistake perhaps?
JONES
How much is there?
Goyal scans down to a total...
GOYAL
Looks like 744 million.
JONES
That's no mistake...
(walks over)
That's his tax bill.
She holds out her hand to the TECH who has just removed
the FLASH DRIVE.
JONES (CONT'D)
I'll take that.
She slips it into her pocket, then turns to Ackerman.
100.
Ackerman has moved away. He's staring down at the ground
-- from behind he looks like a man defeated.
JONES (CONT'D)
Well John... with the funds
recovered, I don't think there's
going to be any appetite from our
side to continue this
investigation.
Ackerman's shoulders are slumped, staring at Demidov's
dead body on the ground. Jones puts a hand on his back,
consoling him.
JONES (CONT'D)
I'm sorry you didn't get your man.
Then Ackerman turns... a big smile on his face.
ACKERMAN
Oh but I did get my man, Ms.
Jones.
She realizes; he was after Demidov all along.
Ackerman nods to Goyal, a twinkle in his eye.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
Mr. Goyal, you may place Mr. Quinn
under arrest now.
Quinn is taken completely off guard. Before he can move,
Goyal and another agent have placed him in handcuffs.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
(to Quinn)
What? You thought I didn't know?
You were unwittingly quite
helpful; without you Mr. Demidov
might have escaped justice.
He turns to Jones with a smile.
ACKERMAN (CONT'D)
After all, Demidov wasn't a target
of this investigation, was he?
Ackerman walks over to the window as Quinn is led away.
ACKERMAN'S POV - Cara and Frank walk toward the canal in
the street below.
A WATER TAXI approaches.
101.
JONES
There's something I don't
understand... how did Pearce manage
to get here and open that safe
without anybody noticing? And
where did he go?
Ackerman stands at the window with his hands behind his
back. For the briefest of moments, Frank looks back up
at him and their eyes connect.
Frank gives him a little smile. Cara takes his arm to
climb onto the boat.
CLOSE ON ACKERMAN: his eyes narrow. He knows.
For a moment he doesn't move. Then, in spite of himself,
a small smile creeps over his face too.
ACKERMAN
Because Pearce was cleverer than
all of us.
CUT TO:
EXT. WATER TAXI - NIGHT
Cara and Frank step on board.
The DRIVER starts the engine.
He turns to REVEAL... that he is the "ENGLISHMAN" we've
seen throughout the movie. He and Frank look at one
another for a moment.
THE ENGLISHMAN
$20 million dollars worth of
surgery and that's the face you
chose?
FRANK
(English accent)
It's good to see you too.
They embrace warmly. Cara is in disbelief, realizing
just how completely Frank/Alexander has planned things
out.
She casts one last glance backwards.
102.
CARA
You really think they'll just give
up?
FRANK
The Americans have their money. I
left it all for them.
CARA
What about Demidov's money?
FRANK
Well...
(smiles)
You have to save something for
your pension.
The Englishman opens the door to the cabin for them.
A bottle of Crystal Champagne and two glasses are set out
for them. Frank leads Cara in and offers her a glass.
Instead, she slips into his arms and presses against him.
They begin to kiss...
CAMERA STAYS discreetly behind as they pull away from us,
the water taxi swinging out into the Grand Canal.
As it recedes from view, the vaporetto's tail lamps
shimmer and blend into the beautiful lights of Venice... a
city for lovers.
THE END
