Based on a Screenplay by
Larry and Andy Wachowski
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1 EXT. PLAZA COLON/INT. BANK - DAY (1980) 1
BLACK and WHITE. The past was so clear-cut. Or was it?
Tiled roofs, the stark white stucco of a colonial town
square. Black iron bars at a bank. A briefcase carried
in a man's hand. A sniper's rifle being assembled. Thick
blocks of hundred dollar bills. Placed in the briefcase.
A man's teeth as he smiles grimly at the sight.
Sounds over a SUBJECTIVE VIEW. The BRIEFCASE SNAPS SHUT.
A VAULT DOOR SLAMS. RUBBER SOLES WALK a tiled floor.
Ahead, brilliant, white light suffuses the exit. Like
the way people describe near-death eperiences. We're
either going outdoors or over to the other side.
A long rifle silencer juts from a window. We see the
shooter FROM BEHIND, a view OVER his shoulder.
In the bank, the man crushes out a cigarette. A pause
and a DEEP EXHALE as we step outside into a flood of light.
In answer, the LOW PUFF of a SILENCER.
Only the plaza pigeons notice. As they take flight...
A man lies dead on the cobblestones. And as we look UP
TOWARD the window, there's nothing there. The pigeons
wheel above the plaza. We FOLLOW, finally losing them
to the sky. SLOWLY that sky BLEEDS from gray to blue.
And as we PAN BACK DOWN...
2 EXT. MARSH - SUNSET 2
We're no longer in a plaza, but in a vast marshland. Not
in the past, but in the present. The sun sparkles over
the water. Two silhouetted figures move past in the dis
tance. One walks a little behind the other.
The man in front is KETCHAM. He wears an expensive suit
and Gucci loafers. He swats at flies nearly too small to
see, curses under his breath at the calf-deep mud.
The man behind is RATH. He moves easier; the flies don't
seem to bother him at all. His jeans are tucked into
rubber boots. He holds a silenced .22 at his side. Like
it was part of him.
They continue until one of Ketcham's shoes is sucked off
by the mud.
Ketcham balances on one leg, holding his silk-socked
foot in the air. The shoe disappears, filled with mud.
When I first saw you I wasn't
scared. I was just wondering why
you were dressed like that.
Now I know.
Ketcham pulls off his sock, sticks his foot in the mud.
He smiles. It feels good. He pulls off the other shoe,
tosses it. Grabbing for the other sock, he loses his
balance and sits down in the mud.
Rath waits patiently as Ketcham laughs at the absurdity
of it all. Ketcham finally pulls the sock off, then
stands, digs his toes into the dark, wet earth.
This feels good.
They move on, Rath still a little behind. Ketcham enjoys
the new sensation, but after a bit, the pleasure fades.
It's twisted, but I'm honored.
You're the best. It means at
least they're still afraid of me.
Ketcham looks ahead as they close on a grove of trees.
He knew they were going somewhere, but it's a chilling
realization all the same.
I knew this day would come. But
this morning, I could've sworn I
was going to live forever.
They're only a few steps away from the first of the
trees. Desperation begins to creep into Ketcham's voice.
Any chance of you telling me who
the Contractor was? Huh?
(off no answer)
At least tell me how much I was
worth. A dime? Two?
They're into the trees. Ketcham doesn't need to be told.
He stops just where a dead branch hangs from a tree.
Rath uses the .22 to gesture Ketcham to the left. Ketcham
gives the branch a wistful smile. Leaving his last hope
behind, he takes a few steps over.
We both play the game, Rath.
Sooner or later the wheel turns.
For everybody. Who's got your
bullet? What kind of shoes'll
you be wearing when the day comes?
Rath's answer is to move directly behind him. Ketcham
is finally showing his fear.
Whatever the contract is, I'll
double it. Just say you couldn't
find me. Buy yourself some good
Ketcham can't see, but he almost senses it as Rath raises
the silenced .22 to the back of his head.
Oh, God. Don't pull yet, not yet.
Christ, I've done some bad things
in my time.
I can't die like this. Not like
a mark. I'm not a mark!
Finally, Ketcham begins to just cry. Nothing left to say.
A man in mourning for himself. But Rath is not
unaffected, not without his own peculiar version of mercy.
Keeping the .22 steady, an inch behind Ketcham's head,
Rath reaches into his jacket. He pulls out a second,
nearly identical silenced .22. Ketcham looks down,
curious as the clip drops into the mud at his feet.
Rath, ready to fire at any sign of trouble, gently eases
the gun into Ketcham's hand. Ketcham looks down, smiles.
It's his gun, his dignity.
Hello, old friend.
(hefts it; knows)
One in the chamber.
Slowly, so Rath can see, Ketcham raises the .22, sets the
tip of the silencer against the side of his head. He
squints at the sun, the last thing he'll ever see.
Last few years I've been looking
for a sunrise. Maybe a sunset's
(a beat) Thanks, Rath.
The sun disappears over the horizon. Ketcham squeezes
the trigger. The SILENCER WHISPERS and he crumples,
begins to sink into the mud.
Rath lowers his gun. He takes a deep breath and lets it
out slowly, standing alone in the middle of nowhere. We
TILT DOWN TO an EXTREME CLOSEUP of blood in the water.
3 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY (LATE AFTERNOON) 3
Rath closes the curtains. There is a makeshift office on
the desk. A cell phone is connected to a lap-top computer.
The prompt flashes epectantly.
On the coffee table, we see the dismantled .22, spread
clean on a white towel.
Rath stands at a window looking out at the city. He
leans forward until his forehead rests against the window.
He closes his eyes, enjoying the cool of the glass.
A beat. Then he looks to the street below. For just an
instant, he's wondering what it would be like to fall.
Breaking from his reverie, Rath steps to the desk.
He sits, regards the computer with loathing, then types
in a long access code sequence. He waits.
After a few moments, a line of dialogue appears. Rath
is communicating with someone... The Contractor.
Contractor: Where have you been, Robert?
Rath: Sick. The flu.
3A INT. CONTRACTOR'S OFFICE - LATE AFTERNOON 3A
EXTREME CLOSEUP OF eyes, hands, mouth, computer, etc.
Contractor: I don't believe you.
3B BACK TO RATH 3B
I don't care what you believe.
I want out. I've had it.
Contractor: I've been sitting on a prime contract.
But these days, something else is on Rath's mind.
Who are you, you sonuvabitch?
Rath: Send the file. I'll have the estimate tonight.
Contractor: I'm worried about you, Robert.
You should be.
Rath: Don't be.
Contractor: Good. You are my #1.
The screen goes blank. A beat and the word "TRANSMITTING"
appears. Rath stands.
A slimline PRINTER HUMS, starts to reproduce a newspaper
photo of ALAN BRANCH. Strong. Hard eyes which Rath
studies a moment, then circles. As a second sheet
feeds, Rath isn't that interested.
4 EXT. CITY STREETS - SUNSET 4
Mist fills the air. As night comes on, Rath walks. He
has no real purpose at the moment. And the crowds don't
magically seem to get out of his way. He watches them
laughing, talking, hurrying this way and that. Rath's a
loner. An outsider. Life moves around him, but he's not
part of it. At least not this version. The mist turns
5 INT. MALL - UPSCALE WOMEN'S CLOTHING STORE - NIGHT 5
Rath pauses, his eye caught by a scene inside.
A dowager berates a female CLERK. The Clerk takes it
stoically, nodding, placating. Huffing and puffing, the
dowager heads back to the racks. The Clerk watches her
in easperation. No one deserves this kind of abuse.
Rath is going to continue when, on an impulse, he decides
to enter the store instead.
6 INT. UPSCALE WOMEN'S CLOTHING STORE - NIGHT 6
Rath steps inside, begins to look around. The Clerk sighs
to herself. Another customer and it's almost closing time.
The dowager jams the dress back on the rack and it fallsto the
floor. She ignores it, but Rath doesn't.
I think you dropped something.
The dowager gives him a look.
Maybe you better hang it back up.
And it isn't a question. The woman looks shocked, then
gruffly hanging the dress back up, hurries out of the
Tired, a bit apprehensive, the Clerk gives Rath a moment
before joining him.
Can I help you, sir? We're just
Rath suddenly wonders what the hell he's doing here.
I'm looking for something. I, I'm
not sure what.
(knows the routine)
Rath shakes his head. There's something sad about him,
but she misreads it.
Rath starts to say something, but then stops. She takes
it as a yes to her question.
You said something you regret?
A beat. It takes Rath a moment to confess:h)0*0*0*
She thinks, decides on a way to get rid of him.
CLERK Are you really sorry?
Rath nods. He is. Finding what she's looking for, she
holds up an elegant red velvet dress.
Bring this home and she'll say
she's sorry. But it's expensive.
That price tag should get him out of here. A beat.
There's something oddly appealing about the moment. It's
hard to say, but Rath is charmed. Then, almost shyly...
She's about your size. Would
The Clerk is caught off guard by this request. She is
all alone and it is getting late. Still, it'd be nice
to end the day with a sale.
Give me two minutes.
7 INT. MALL - UPSCALE WOMEN'S CLOTHING STORE - NIGHT 7
Rath stares out the window. There's something mournful
almost haunting about him. An old soul to be sure.
8 INT. UPSCALE WOMEN'S CLOTHING STORE - NIGHT 8
Rath scans the empty store, then checks his watch. He's
lost his mind. As he heads for the door, the Clerk steps
out. The transformation is stunning. Rath stops short,
takes in the beauty of it all.
What do you think?
She can't believe it.
I'll write it up?
She steps to a desk, scribbles out a receipt. Rath
notices an open textbook, several lines have beenhighlighted.
Do you think I'm too old?... My
daughter says I'm too old to go
to school... I just sit in right
now. I don't have the money yet.
But I don't want to spend the rest
of my life selling somebody else's
dresses. I mean, you're never too
old to have dreams, right? To
Rath looks away, can't hold her gaze.
I don't know.
An awkward beat. Then...
Should I wrap it?
8A BACK ROOM 8A
CLOSE as she finishes tying the box.
9 STORE 9
She steps out. Her smile fades as she sees he's gone.
The sale is lost.
She plops the bow on the counter, then notices a wad of$100 bills
sticking out from her textbook.
She pulls them along with a note written on the back of
a store business card. She reads it.
INSERT CARD: Your daughter is wrong.
She steps to the window, looks out. Rath's lonely figure
exits to the street outside.
10 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 10
Outside it is raining. Rath is at the window looking at
a faed photo of his net target, Alan Branch. On the
street below a fire truck and an ambulance race along --
SIRENS BLARING. Rath crosses to his bed. He reviews
photos, scribbles notes as he scans articles, one head-
line: "Billionaire Recluse Linked to Financing of
Central American Death Squads." A photo of a brother.
An obituary mentions "car accident."
Rath sketches a diagram on a legal pad.
Satisfied with what he's got, he calls up a box on his
computer screen and dials an Internet number. A beat
and he enters the access code.
Rath picks up the photos of Branch. Studies the eyes --
circled, the only thing that matters. They're cruel
The network comes on line. Rath takes a brath, lets it
out slow. Types:
Rath: I have my bid.
11 OMITTED 11
13 EXT. AIRPORT - RUNWAY 32 - DAY 13
An American Airlines 757 approaches right to left,
descends toward the runway.
14 INT. AMERICAN AIRLINES 757 - DAY 14
Staring pensively out the window, Rath barely notices as
the plane touches down.
15 EXT. AIRPORT - RUNWAY 8 - DAY 15
Someone else is here. Left to right, an Avianca
Airlines jumbo 747 glides silently down, its landing
gear reaching out like talons. As it touches down...
16 INT. AMERICAN TERMINAL - DAY 16
Rath walks, blends in perfectly with the crowd.
17 INT. INTERNATIONAL TERMINAL - DAY 17
Tired travelers trudge, clogs the concourse. But one
man moves briskly. Singular of purpose. Dressed
stylishly, we don't quite see his face. He's BAIN, a
presence, and for whatever reason, no one ever seems to
be in his way.
18 INT. LUGGAGE CAROUSEL - DAY18
Rath reaches down, picks up a case.
19 INT. CUSTOMS - DAY 19
A glass booth. A similar case is checked off. The
CUSTOMS OFFICER looks up at Bain, who we still only see
in glimpses. And reflections.
Is your visit business or pleasure?
20 EXT. AMERICAN TERMINAL - DAY 20
Rath gets into a hotel courtesy van, blending in with
21 EXT. INTERNATIONAL TERMINAL - DAY 21
Seen FROM BEHIND, Bain cuts a swath, raises a hand for
a cab which immediately scoots forward to meet him.
22 EXT. CITYSCAPE - DAY 22
Pretty, but with a sense of foreboding. It isn't big
enough for the two of them. Bain's cab moves briskly along.
23 EXT. OAKWOOD CEMETERY - SUNSET 23
The sky glows red. The taxi waits, parked just inside
the gates. In the distance, Bain moves among...
There are rows of chairs set up. A fresh grave has been
dug. Preps for a service tomorrow. Perfectly at home,
Bain wanders as though looking for something specific.
An old CARETAKER in a pair of worn coveralls watches from
a mausoleum. His voice dies on the wind.
Can I help you?
Bain turns. It's our first good look. His features are
strong, refined. He looks like a fine young man. He's
not. He smiles warmly.
I'm looking for someone.
What's the name? I'll check the
plot map for you.
He's not dead yet.
Turning, Bain heads off. The Caretaker just shrugs.
24 INT. DRUG STORE - MAGIC HOUR 24
FROM OUTSIDE we see Rath move down the aisles. Selecting
an odd array of items. Rolls of gauze. A box of plaster
of paris. A sling... He pays and exits onto the busy
25 OMITTED 25
27 EXT. OAKWOOD CEMETERY - DAY (LATE AFTERNOON) 27
A crowd of onlookers. Police lines. Private securityguards
control entrance into the service area itself.
The media are here in full force.
... Just witnessed the arrival of
recluse billionaire Alan Branch.
Here attending the funeral of his
brother, Samuel Branch, who died
last week in a tragic car accident...
We MOVE PAST Reporter #1 TO...
Alan Branch has not been seen since
testifying at a Senate hearing ten
years ago. At the time he was
questioned for his alleged
financing of right wing death
squads throughout South and
Central America. Branch was
28 SECURITY TABLE 28
Seated, a "Security Systems" tech checks a name against
a driver's license with Rath's picture. It carries the
name Paul Gray -- the name Rath typed into the computer.
He looks up and hands the license back to Rath.
As he turns we see that under his jacket, his right arm
is in a cast, in a sling close to his side. He moves
past a hearse and several limousines as he joins other
latecomers who are walking up a hill towards a group at
29 EXT. GRAVESIDE - DAY (LATE AFTERNOON) 29
As a soloist finishes the last notes of "Ave Maria." The
PRIEST invites those assembled to stand. All do except
for Alan Branch in his wheelchair. He is ten years older
than the photo -- now frail but with the same eyes. His
BODYGUARDS stand on either side.
We see Rath move into position across the grave from
Branch. Rath removes a piece of white tape from his cast,
eposes a barrel opening.
The Priest raises his hands, all heads bow. Branch's.
Rath's -- though his eyes stay on his mark.
I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord.
As the Priest continues, Rath twists his body slightly,
taking aim with the .22 which must be inside the cast.
He's got a clean shot at the back of Branch's head.
shall not die, but have
Rath's about to squeeze the trigger...
Water pelts as sprinklers surge to life on all sides of
the service area. Bad timing. Or is it? All heads turn.
Several people move to get away from the spray.
30 EXT. GRAVESTONE - DAY 30
It is Bain sighting along the barrel of his silenced
31 TELESCOPIC POV OF BRANCH 31
in his wheelchair. TIGHT ON a spot above his heart.
32 BACK TO GRAVESITE K32
Rath spins back to look toward Branch. The old man's
head is still bowed in prayer. Or is it. Crimson
spreads out across his white shirt. He's been shot
through the heart. As one of the Bodyguards realizes...
He's been shot!
The crowd panics -- people running everywhere. Rath
spots a young caretaker. Wearing coveralls. Nonchalantly
heading off beyond a mausoleum, wheeling a trash can full
of leaves. It's Bain.
Rath turns his body to aim. In all the confusion, no
one notices a .22 shell.
Reacts as a BULLET drills the trash can. Pulling a
sniper's rifle from the can, he runs, dives as another
BULLET RICOCHETS off the tombstone just in front of him.h)0*0*0*
All this has attracted their attention. Drawing guns,
they charge after Bain. He comes up FIRING silently.
The Bodyguards go down. But now police are on the way.
Stands and tries to run. Again, he's pinned down as TWO
BULLETS blossom granite around him. He scans the crowd,
has no idea who's shooting at him.
33 CEMETERY 33
And a small army of POLICEMEN are advancing, service
Drop it! Now!
Bain makes one last attempt to move. A BULLET nearly
takes off his ear. Making a strategic decision, he
tosses out his rifle and waits for the cops. In an
instant, they've surrounded him. They pin him to the
ground -- find his .22 pistol and handcuff him.
He sidesteps for a clear shot; Police are everywhere.
Move, you sonuvabitch. Give me a
line. Goddamnit, get out of the
Cursing again under his breath, he won't take the chance
of hitting a cop.
As they hustle him along, he ducks and weaves, perfectly
aware of how to take advantage of his human shield. For
an instant, he sees a man. Fifty yards away.
Silhouetted by the low sun. Watching. Bain squints
against the light, can't make him out, but knows it's
Rath. He ducks.
34 CEMETERY 34
Far ahead Rath sees Bain being frisked against a police
cruiser. The cops handcuff him, shove him in the back.
His rifle goes in the front.
In a moment the cruiser rolls out, led by a second.
Rath hurries across the cemetery, headed for...
35 EXT. CEMETERY - UPPER ROADWAY 35
Rath climbs into his rent-a-car. He releases two Velcro
strips and the cast neatly separates -- revealing his
silenced .22 held comfortably in his hand. He slaps in
a new clip and ROARS forward.
36 EXT. INTERSECTION - LATE DAY 36
Rath eyeballs the street. Crowded with people and cars.
The police cruisers are gone.
37 INT. RENT-A-CAR - MOVING - LATE DAY 37
Rath continues, reaches under the seat for a portable
police band RADIO. He switches it ON. Garbage until:
COP #1 (V.O.)
This is twenty-three. Proceeding
to 7th with suspect in custody. Over.
As the DISPATCHER ROGERS they got the message, Rath
spins the wheel, hangs a right to try and catch up.
38 EXT. STREET - LATE DAY 38
Two police cars race by. Bain is in the back seat of
the second one.
39INT. POLICE CRUISER - STREETS - LATE DAY
Bain sits in the back seat. Handcuffed. Separated from
the two cops up front by a steel mesh screen. The
sniper's rifle is in the front seat.
The second cruiser is up ahead, leading the way. As
city blocks whizz past, Bain stares back over his
shoulder. The street is empty behind them.
Bain stares ahead. Silent. Behind his back, he grips his
left hand with his right thumb. Slowly, he pulls his left
thumb out of its socket. The digit folds unnaturally into
his palm, as Bain slides the cuff over his hand.
40 INT. RENT-A-CAR - LATE DAY 40
Rath turns onto Victoria. No police cruiser in sight.
Rath turns west, GUNS it.
41INT. POLICE CRUISER - STREETS - LATE DAY
Speeding along. COP #1 looks back at Bain who stares
out the side window.
As Cop #1 looks ahead -- BOOM! Bain rears back with both
feet and kicks out the side window.
Before either Cop can even react, Bain reaches through
the rear side window and through the driver's side
window. As he wrenches back on Cop #2's neck...
42 EXT. STREET - LATE DAY 42
The CRUISER SKIDS out of control. It slams into a row of
parked cars, straightens for an instant before it cart-
wheels end over end, lands on its roof.
The second cruiser starts to break as they realize
what's happened behind them.
A silent moment before Bain pulls himself out the side
window of the wreck. He has blood trickling from his
Bain reaches into the cruiser for his rifle. Cops #1 and
#2 hang upside-down in their seats. Cop #2's neck is
twisted -- broken. Groggy, Cop #1 is still alive.
Bain lies flat on his stomach, aims back through the
window at Cruiser Two which has turned and is speeding
back the other way.
43 INT. CRUISER TWO 43
COP #3 is on the radio as cop #4 drives.
Officers down. We need an aid
car, now, twenty-seven hundred
block. Victoria Ave.
44 INT. RENT-A-CAR - MOVING - LATE DAY 44
Rath has the calls, hangs a right.
45 INT. CRUISER TWO - MOVING - LATE DAY 45
Request backup and ambulance to...
Suddenly the WINDSHIELD SPIDERWEBS and Cop #3 is hit in
46 INT. CRUISER ONE - UPSIDE DOWN - LATE DAY 46
Bain FIRES again.
47 INT. CRUISER TWO - MOVING - LATE DAY 47
The other side of the WINDSHIELD SPIDERWEBS. Cop #4 is
48 INT. CRUISER ONE - UPSIDE DOWN - LATE DAY 48
Upside down Cop #1 twists a desperate look back at Bain.
Don't shoot me. Please.
Bain rolls clear as Cruiser Two slams into and through
49 EXT. WRECKAGE - LATE DAY 49
Bain looks at the wreckage for a beat and disappears
between two buildings -- the rifle at his side.
50 INT. RENT-A-CAR - SUNSET 50
Rath slows as he nears the wreckage. Bain is nowhere in
sight. Rath stops. Holding his .22, Rath leans low
out of the sedan for a quick look. Four dead cops, but
no Bain. Just a discarded pair of coveralls on the
Rath scans the deserted streets. It's a little spooky.
Then, a shadow moving. Across the street.
50A EXT. STREET - SUNSET 50A
Rath gets out of his rent-a-car, .22 in hand. As we hear
a DISTANT SIREN, Rath crosses to a chainlink fence, peers
Our hearts are in our throats as, without warning, a big
watch dog lunges at the fence.
But Rath is unphased. He gets back in his car, continues
driving and scanning for any sign of life.
51EXT. STREETS - SUNSET 51
He hangs a left, coasts, then hangs a right. A block
ahead, a yellow cab waits at a red light. Rath looks a
little more determined as it gives him an idea. A police
car races by.
52 INT./EXT. YELLOW CAB/INTERSECTION - NIGHT 52
The DRIVER's eyes look to the rearview as headlights
loom. He winces as his cab is bumped from behind.
53 EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT 53
Rath gets out of the sedan and the Driver out of the cab.
As they converge on the bumper...
There better not even be a scratch,
you dumb sonuva --
Before the Driver can finish his point, Rath knocks him
cold with a short, powerful punch. He catches the man,
drags him over to the safety of the sidewalk.
Rath relieves the Driver of his cap, sticks two hundred
bucks in his hand and hops into the cab. The light
turns green and he's off.
54 INT. YELLOW CAB - NIGHT 54
Cap on, Rath is behind the wheel. He turns up the CB,
hoping to get lucky. CALLS CRACKLE, then...
Who's near Adams and Nine? I got
a fare going to the airport.
Rath picks up the mic, pulls the Driver ID from the
dash, checks the cab's ID number.
This is 501. I got it.
Rath clicks off, shoves the ID under the seat. Sticking
the .22 down between his legs, he rolls.
55 EXT. ADAMS AND NINE - NIGHT 55
An empty payphone on the corner. Not a soul in sight.
The Yellow CAB pulls up, IDLES at the curb.
56 INT. YELLOW CAB - NIGHT 56
Rath holds the .22 with one hand, the door handle with
the other. Tense as a tiger ready to spring.
A couple exit from a dingy bar across the street. Rath
looks over, frowns as they start toward him.
In that instant, the opposite passenger door opens and
someone gets in the back. As the door slams shut, Rath
checks the rearview mirror.
It's Bain. He carries his rifle wrapped in his jacket.
For the first time we realize that the front and back of
the cab are separated by bullet-proof glass.
An awkward silence as Rath slides the .22 back between
his legs. Bain looks at his eyes in the rearview. (Bain
never really saw him at the cemetery.)
Is there a problem?
(cool as can be)
The airport, right?
57EXT. INTERSECTION - NIGHT A F(#(#K57
As the Yellow Cab pulls away, we get the distinct feeling
this is going to be no ordinary cab ride.
58 INT. YELLOW CAB - NIGHT 58
Rath studies Bain in the rearview. Bain stares out the
side window, chuckling to himself, a thin trickle of
blood on his temple.
Bain touches the blood, looks at it a bit surprised.
I had an accident at work.
What kind of work?
Look, I'm, how do you say? Dead tired.
Save the chitchat for someone else.
Rath nods. Bain stares out the window. Rath continues
CUT AHEAD TO:
59 EXT. AIRPORT NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT 59
The Yellow Cab rolls through the intersection. An
airport exit is coming up.
60 INT. YELLOW CAB - ROLLING - NIGHT 60
The cab passes the airport turn-off. Bain sits up.
What're you doing?
That was the turn-off for the
airport back there.
Yeah, well, you just blew your tip, pal.
You think I'm running you up?
Just do your job.
61 EXT. CURB - SOCCER FIELD - NIGHT 61
Rath pulls to the curb, lurches to a stop. On an
adjacent field, a soccer match in progress.
62 INT. CAB - STOPPED - NIGHT 62
Rath slaps the cab in park, looks over his shoulder at
Bain. Only we see Rath grip the .22.
You think I'm running you up?
You can't --
The hell I can't! Get out!
Bain almost finds it funny. He opens the door to get
out. Rath faces forward. He'll shoot him when he does.
I don't believe this.
Bain has one leg out when he looks back, sees the ID is
missing from the dash. An odd beat as Bain wonders.
Bain looks to Rath's eyes in the rearview. It's now all
the confirmation he needs.
Cojones de Dios. Robert Rath.
The cab rocks as both men draw their guns. Bain is
poised at the door; Rath leans back across the front
seat. They draw down on each other despite the glass.
Bain looks like he'll make a run for it, but then...
I get out, pow, you got me.
Bain pulls the door closed, smiles.
Who are you?
Cono. Robert Rath wants to know
Bain leans back, a big moment for him.
Bain. Miguel Bain.
I don't believe this. You rolled
some cabbie, then waited for the
right call. That's genius, man.
And then you got the balls to sit
there and bullshit with me. No
way I could've done that.
You stole my contract. How did
Bain admires Rath's gun. What begins to show through is
that in a twisted way, Rath is Bain's hero.
A silenced Smith Wesson .22.
Classic. I switched when I heard
that's what you used.
Excuse this. It was a long shot.
Who contracted you?
Bain looks across to where the kids play soccer. Co-ed.
As Bain rolls down his window...
63 EXT. SOCCER FIELD - BAINS POV OF GAME - NIGHT 63
64 BACK TO CAB 64
Why don't you drive? We can get
Rath sees the kids, too as Bain levels the sniper's rifle.
65 EXT. SOCCER FIELD - NIGHT 65
The SOCCER BALL EXPLODES in mid-air as Bain FIRES. The
kids stand confused. The silencer muffled the report.
66 INT. YELLOW CAB - PARKED - NIGHT 66
Bain smiles at Rath.
Number thirteen looks tired. Maybe
she needs a rest.
Bain's finger curls around the trigger as he follows a
girl down the field.
67 EXT. SOCCER FIELD - LONG LENS POV - NIGHT 67
of girl playing.
68INT. YELLOW CAB 68
Help me out, Rath. A moving
target. That's the front sight,
69EXT. CURB - SOCCER FIELD - NIGHT 69
Rath throws it into drive and starts away.
70INT. CAB - MOVING ACROSS BRIDGE - NIGHT 70
Protect the innocent. That's weak.
You could've had me in the
cemetery, but you couldn't shoot
the cops. You're Antiquado.
And you've got a lot to learn.
THWUMP! Rath looks back to where a slug is imbedded in
the glass. Bain coughs as the rifle smoke clears.
I had to try. I mean, who knows?
71 EXT. CAB - STREET - BRIDGE - NIGHT 71
Two POLICE CARS SCREAM by going the other way.
72 INT. CAB - MOVING - NIGHT 72
They look pissed, huh?
I wouldn't be surprised.
How'd you like the cemetery? Rome.
14 BC. They killed a General,
Flavius, at his brother's funeral.
But I couldn't wait for Branch's
brother to die. So I killed him,
too. Proud of me?
Although he's actually impressed, Rath doesn't answer.
He's too busy trying to figure a way to take Bain out.
I killed a guy in his bathtub
once. Was a bitch, but I wanted
to do him like they did Marat...
You know, the French Revolution?
Rath just stares grimly ahead. Bain's a bit disappointed.
After a beat.
It was nice meeting you, Rath.
Someday, I'll tell my little
nietos about this.
Moving like lightning, Bain slides, reaches the RIFLE
through the right rear passenger window and FIRES.
The first SHOT BLOWS OUT the passenger WINDOW. As Bain
moves the rifle in for a better shot, Rath jerks the
wheel hard left. Off balance, Bain's second SHOT drills
the roof at Rath's head.
73 EXT. CITY STREET - NIGHT 73
Rath jerks the wheel, sends the cab sliding across the
yellow lines. A HORN BLARES as he hurtles toward an
oncoming car and a head-on collision!
Bain FIRES a wild third shot -- the windshield spiderwebs.
Rath cuts hard back across the yellow lines. The cab
slides, slams into the side of a bus traveling the same
As Bain FIRES again, Rath slams the cab against the side
of the bus, smack into an "I am the NRA" placard. The
rifle is ripped from Bain's hands.
The cab bounces off, continues on. The rifle is crushed
under bus wheels. Bain's lucky to still have his arm.
74 INT. YELLOW CAB - NIGHT 74
The bus continues, Rath slams on the brakes. Bain bangs
into the glass as the cab shudders to a stop.
75 EXT. CAB - STOPPED - NIGHT 75
Rath is getting out of the cab, .22 at the ready. Bain's
got about three seconds to live and knows it.
Several blocks away a POLICE CAR -- LIGHTS FLASHING --
races towards them.
SIRENS WAIL. Gritting his teeth, Rath gets back behind
the wheel. A huge grin from Bain as he looks back at the
police car that's bearing down on them. Rath throws it
in gear, flips a U-turn and races off.
76 INT. CAB - ACCELERATING - NIGHT 76
You and me. We're teammates!
Rath speeds up. Faster and faster. Bain suddenly
doesn't feel so safe, beat. As Bain buckles his
77 INT. POLICE CAR - NIGHT 77
Where one of the OFFICERS is on the radio.
... in pursuit of yellow cab,
number 5-0-1, reported stolen
near same twenty as officers
down. Proceeding west on...
78 EXT. POLICE HELIPAD - NIGHT 78
Two police officers race to waiting HELICOPTER. As it
LIFTS OFF towards the skyline of the city. We LIFT OFF
net to it, RISING and SWINGING WITH it as it turns
towards the city skyline.
79 EXT. CITY STREETS - CHASE - NIGHT79
The cab at 60. The cop car stays with. A hard braking
left and then a sliding turn and the cab is nearing a
street running under a viaduct.
80INT. YELLOW CAB - CHASE - NIGHT80
Bain smiles as they leave the cop behind.
Ahead, a second cop car turns off a side street and heads
right at them. Rath turns under a viaduct.
Can you feel it, Rath?! It's
real! We're alive!
Don't count on it.
Before I went freelance, I was
an exchange student.
C.I.A. University. You were a
legend at Langley. Even if you
I know this neighborhood. Turn in here.
Rath turns under a viaduct.
81 EXT. ROAD UNDER VIADUCT - NIGHT81
It's a race with the two police cars right behind.
82 INT. YELLOW CAB UNDER VIADUCT - CHASE - NIGHT 82
Down the straightaway, two sets of cop lights and SIRENS (#(#K
behind them. Bain leans forward, right behind Rath.
I studied everything you ever
did, Rath. God damn you were
good. You and the Russian.
Nicolai Talinkov --
The name hits Rath like a hammer.
Tachlinkov. How did you know
Rath turns, nearly broadsiding a train car.
They said he shaded you. Over
and over. And in the end, he
aced you. Shaded and faded.
They say he's living on some
Greek island, but I say you
were the best. I say Nicolai's
dead as a clavo.
A doornail. Am I right?
Rath doesn't answer.
I heard you guys played chess.
Coded in the New York Times
Rath's past is chasing him almost as hard as the cops.
Ten miles of microfilm, but I
found it. The last game ends
before anyone wins.
He thought you were his friend.
That's how you got him, right?
83 EXT. INTERSECTION - VIADUCT - NIGHT 83
Rath starts to answer when... Suddenly an enormous truck
appears, blocking their path. Rath is forced to brake.
He whips the wheel around, powerslides a grinding U-turn
in front of the truck.
Black queen to king's bishop 4!
Bain throws himself out of the door. Rath whips a look
over his shoulder as Bain tumbles head over heels toward
the truck. What he said means something, but no time to
explain now. As he continues...
84 BACK TO BAIN 84
Pushing himself to his hands and knees, Bain watches the
two cars disappear. He disappears into the darkness.
85 EXT. INTERSECTION - VIADUCT - NIGHT 85
The cab races away from the intersection with the police
cars in pursuit.
86 INT. YELLOW CAB - NIGHT 86
Rath takes another hard turn. But suddenly the cab is
bleached white by a searchlight.
87 INT. POLICE HELICOPTER - NIGHT 87
Where a HELI-COP trains the light on the cab below.
We got you now, rabbit.
88 EXT. SKY - AERIAL - NIGHT-88
From above the chopper blades of the police helicopter
chasing the cab below -- we see the cab appearing, dis-
appearing, and reappearing from underneath a viaduct
The cab passes under an overpass. They lose sight of it,
but it'll only be for a moment as they move up and
89 EXT. CAB YARD - NIGHT 89
The cab appears from around a corner sliding quickly into
a parking lot. Rath slips out the door and disappears.
90 EXT. CAB YARD - AERIAL - NIGHT 90
Down below we see a parking lot full of cabs and the
first police car to arrive.
91 EXT. PARKING LOT - NIGHT 91
The other cop cars pull up. As the police begin to
search, and the helicopter hovers overhead, we follow
the beam of the Zenon light up to the chopper where
everything becomes white...
92 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 92
The white of Rath's computer screen.
Rath types, calls up a file. A chess game sets up in
four neat rows. A line reads: Game Started May 5, 1980.
The pieces move, accompanied by COMPUTER VOICE notation
of the move and the date they were made. Rath studies
Fifteen years and I still
Those were good moves, Nicolai.
You were the best.
The screen and the computer voice both ask: ENTER NEXT
MOVE. A beat before Rath types in the move Bain gave
Bishop takes rook pawn.
A big moment as the computer moves: Bishop takes rook
pawn. A beat and the screen starts to flash: CHECK. CHECK.
Rath can't believe what he's seeing.
COMPUTER VOICE (V.O.)
Game in check.
I'm a mark. A mark... Who the hell
is Miguel Bain?
A pause. Rath finally clears the screen, types the
access code, waits. As the system comes on line.
Contractor: Hello, Robert.
Rath: Who the hell is Miguel Bain?
Contractor: That's no way to talk to a lady.
Contractor: The name Bain is not familiar.
Are you setting me up?
Is this how it went, Nicolai?
Rath: He was there. He stole the contract.
Contractor: I'll make inquiries, Robert.
I bet you will.
Contractor:$2,000,000. That's the bonus on the
I quit. I'm gone.
Rath moves to shut down the rig, but then hesitates.
Contractor: Robert? Are you there?
Two million. Two million and I'm
Rath: The mark?
Contractor: Surveillance epert. Selling a synthetic heroin
formula to a Dutch buyer.
A beat as Rath thinks things over. Then...
Contractor: Retire the mark, retire the buyer and retrieve the
information. A computer disc.
Rath watches as miniaturized pages flash on his screen.
Many of an angular-faced Dutch man. His henchmen. A
complete file, except...
Rath: The surveillance jacket on the seller?
Contractor: A ghost. All we have is an internet logo.
The transmit prompts again. The screen goes black except
for two green, slit-iris cat eyes. Under that,
MEOW@comsat.next. And as we move in on the eyes:
MATCH CUT TO:
93 INT. ELECTRA'S APT. - ELECTRA'S KITCHEN - PEARL - DAY 93
A live cat with the same eyes. She watches as a kid's
remote control dump truck whirs past her. In the truck
bed, a bowl of tuna fish. Pearl chases. Her pride stops
her. She waits, pounces as the truck backs up. Pearl
wins. As she eats...
Electra sets down a remote control, kneels to watch Pearl
eat. A surveillance genius, an "information assassin,"
Electra depends on smarts and intuition to succeed in a
dangerous world. Like most geniuses, she's a free
Mmmm. Hungry Pearl.
Electra steps over to check on the progress of a coffee
machine. Almost done.
As she waits, she flips through a packet from "One Hour
Photo." All photos of Pearl. Electra stops to study
I like this one, baby. It's your
She pours coffee, takes a sip, sighs with satisfaction.
93A EXT. ELECTRA'S APARTMENT BUILDING - DAY 93A
At the base of three massive transmit towers. Two
stories, eight apartments. We see Electra enter her
second floor living room. In the apartment directly
below we see a young couple (JENNIFER & BOB) fighting.
94 INT. ELECTRA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 94
Like the control booth of a low-rent nextwork television
show. TV's of various size, make and quality are stacked
and set in a semi-circle around an overstuffed chair.
Electrical cables and bundles of fiber optical cable are
duct-taped to the walls. Some disappear through holes
punched in the floor, others the ceiling. They hang like
vines in a jungle.
Electra settles into her chair. Flicks a remote. The
CD PLAYER KICKS IN SOME MUSIC. The first two TVs show
empty apartments. A third -- an old woman rolling out
dough. The view is wide-angle, from above. Just like
a cooking show.
Electra switches on another TV. Jennifer and Bob's
I don't give a shit what your
mother thinks. I'm not sleeping
with your mother; I'm sleeping
You won't be for long with that
Electra turns UP the VOLUME, leans forward as the drama
Jesus, Jennifer, if you're so god
damned worried about your mother's
approval, why don't you move back
home so she can pat you on the
head when you do something right.
Electra's PAGER SOUNDS. She barely looks at it.
Jennifer starts to say something, but stops, trying to
keep herself from crying.
Oh good. Go ahead and cry.
Jennifer exits the room, slams the door hard behind her.
You like to slam doors?
Electra switches one of the sets to a shot of Jennifer
crying in her bedroom.
I can slam doors too!
Bob exits the apartment, slamming the door on his way
out. Electra switches all the TVs to shots of Jennifer.
She watches, listens to her cry.
Affected, Electra reaches out, her fingers lightly
touching the screen. She isn't simply a voyeur. She
cares about these people's lives. As her PAGER SOUNDS
95 OMITTED 95
99 TELEPHONE TABLE 99
A system like Rath's. Electra picks up a cellular, dials.
As a woman's voice answers, Electra clicks a stopwatch.
Slipping a filter over the mouthpiece, Electra responds
in a deep baritone.
I have the merchandise.
I have the disc.
She picks up a computer disc, holds it at arm's length.
The buyers arrive at noon.
Electra covers the receiver, thinks things through.
Off the plane. Customs.
They're Dutch... A half hour.
She twists the filter to the high pitch of a child.
I'll attempt contact at 12:30 and
every fifteen minutes after that.
You have the hard copy images?
Electra reviews photos of the Dutch, similar but not the
same as Rath's.
Affirmative. What do I call the
Electra checks the stopwatch. Forty-eight seconds...
Call him Remy. How will they
Electra hangs up, sticks the disc in her pocket.
100 OMITTED 100
100A EXT. ELECTRA'S APARTMENT - DAY 100A
Electra comes out carrying Pearl's porta pet and a
shoulder-slung duffel bag. She puts them in the back
ofh)#0*0*0*her Mustang convertible. Hopping in, Electra pulls out
of a parking spot identified with her apartment number.
101EXT. THE HYATT - DAY 101
It has a big day ahead of it. Electra's car drives past
the main entrance and she turns into the parking garage
102 INT. PARKING GARAGE 102
Electra pulls into a spot up front, hands the attendant
Keep it handy.
He nods. Sunglasses on, carrying her duffel bag and
porta pet, Electra heads for a bank of elevators. She
103 INT. HYATT - ELEVATOR - LOBBY LEVEL - DAY 103
From inside, the doors open at the lobby level. A man
and a woman with a white fur coat step inside.
Backed in a corner, Electra stares at a veritable wall
of fur. She doesn't like it. Setting down the port-a-
pet, she reaches into her duffel for what looks like a
canister of breath spray.
104 INT. UPPER FLOOR - HALLWAY - DAY 104
The elevator doors open. None the wiser, the couple
step out. As they walk down the hallway away from us
we see a large circle with a slash through it on the
back of the fur coat. As the doors close we hear.
You're welcome, Pearl.
105 INT. AIRPORT - INTERNATIONAL TERMINAL - DAY 105
We hear a SCREAMING JET OVERHEAD.
Four Dutch men exit the jetway. They look like lions
in leather jackets. They move predatorially, REMY
recognizable from Rath's computer info.
INT. THE HYATT - ROOM 718 - DAY 106
A laptop computer, a transmitter and a remote intercom
rest on the coffee table. On the computer, Electra
scrolls through airline flight information. She finds
KLM flight 1055. The screen flashes: Arrived.
107INT. UNITED TERMINAL - ESCALATOR - DAY 107
Looking past a digital clock we see the Dutch ride
down the escalator, jumpy.
Mr. Remy, to the white courtesy
phone. Mr. Remy.
Remy looks to his #2. Suddenly, the four of them pound
down the escalator steps, snaking between people, push-
ing others out of the way.
108 WHITE COURTESY PHONE 108
Remy picks up the receiver. His men fan out, ready for
Are you ready to go shopping on
the Home Information nextwork?
The price is $40,000.
Where are you?
Are you ready? Yes or no?
109 INT. THE HYATT - ROOM 718 - DAY 109
Electra's on a cell phone.
There's a payphone bank in the
Hyatt Hotel by the elevators.
You got twenty minutes.
She hangs up, clicks her stopwatch.
110 INT. UNITED TERMINAL - DAY A 110
Remy hangs up, motions to his men to follow. As the
Dutch move away, we RACK FOCUS back to a man in the
It's Rath. Looking absolutely non-descript. He waits
till they're almost out of sight before following. Rath
scans faces as he moves. Someone else may be here as
111 UNITED TERMINAL EXIT 111
The Dutch exit. Rath's about to follow when he spots a
young man turning away to a cash machine. Bain?
Drawing the .22, Rath closes the gap, spins him. The
young man, holding his cash, turns into the barrel.
It's not Bain and in an instant the gun is gone. Rath
is shaken, but nearly as much as the young man. Rath
112 EXT. AIRPORT ROADWAY - DAY 112
Remy and his men get into a waiting limo. It pulls
Rath exits, hops into a cab before it can even coast to
a stop. They pull away as well.
113 INT. CAB - DAY 113
CLOSEUP of the time on the meter.
114 INT. THE HYATT - ROOM 718 - DAY 114
Pearl watches as Electra unscrews an A/C panel. Popping
the screen to reveal a vertical duct, Electra tapes a
piece of cardboard at an angle inside it. The effect is
to redirect into the room anything traveling down.
115 INT. LIMO - ROLLING - DAY 115
The Dutch open waiting briefcases, check out the
silenced 9 MM's waiting inside.
116 INT. THE HYATT - ROOM 718 - DAY 116
Electra at the window, looking down through binoculars.
117 ELECTRA'S POV - BINOCULAR MATTE 117
The Dutch heading from their limo for the hotel.
One, two, three, four.
118INT. HYATT LOBBY - DAY 118
Looking toward the entrance as the Dutch stride in. As
a PHONE begins to RING, Remy hurries to a...
119 PAYPHONE BANK 119
Pick up the Yellow Pages.
He does as he's told.
Lonely? In town on business.
Who'll ever know if you check out
As Remy flips to the "Es"...
120 INT. HOTEL ENTRANCE - DAY 120
Rath steps in, heads for the front desk, but watches.
121 INT. HOTEL - PAYPHONES - DAY121
Remy's found it. In the escort ads, a room key card.
It's room 942. I want all four of
you in there. No deal otherwise.
And if there's more of you, I'll
know it. I smell a rat, I go.
Are we simpatico?
Checking about, the Dutch get in an elevator. Rath
doesn't have a chance without raising a red flag.
The doors close. He thinks a beat. As a maintenance
worker passes, something occurs to him. Spurred to
action, Rath moves.
122 INT. HYATT - ELEVATOR - DAY 122
Two passengers get off on three. The ride continues.
It's just the anxious Dutch and a man in the corner.
He looks up. It's Bain!
The elevator stops at nine. As the Dutch step off, Bain
slyly slips "something" into Remy's jacket pocket. We
see, but we're not quite sure what.
They don't say a word, just exit as the elevator stops at
nine. As the doors close behind them, Bain looks grim.
123 INT. HYATT HOTEL - MAINTENANCE OFFICE - DAY 123
Where a JANITOR answers a RINGING PHONE. Beyond him,
we see a hotel computer terminal.
Maintenance... What?! Sounds like
we got a short. I'll be right
The Janitor rushes out. The office is empty. A beat and
Rath enters. Tucking his cell phone (he made the call)
into his pocket, he takes a seat at the terminal. He
must have used this trick before as he scrolls computer
info. Room bills. Reservations. Guest names. He elim-
inates the Chicago Bulls, a doctors' convention, and a
wedding party. All 10 plus rooms. As he continues his
process of elimination...
124 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 942 - DAY 124
On a table are a screwdriver, a laptop hooked to a cel-
lular modem and a remote intercom matching Electra's.
The Dutch enter, guns drawn.
125INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 718 - DAY 12
Over the INTERCOM, Electra can hear them entering the
room, moving about.
Close the door.
126INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 942 - DAY 126
As one of them pulls the door shut...
127 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 718 - DAY 127
Electra can hear it bang shut.
First, I need a ten thousand
That wasn't the agreement.
128INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 942 - DAY 128
The computer screen goes blank.
We have nothing more to discuss.
Wait, wait. Okay.
A beat, the screen turns back on.
Here's today's menu.
The screen fills with file names. Number 2 reads, nods
his approval. Remy inserts a blank disc.
Guns are drawn, aimed as a BEEPING sounds from the wall.
From the A/C vent.
I believe you'll find a screwdriver
on the table.
Cautiously, Number 3 picks up the screwdriver, undoes the
screen which is now backlit. Electra's remote dump truck,
a flashlight and pen-sized camera taped on the
cab roof. As the Dutch exchange a look...
129 INT. HYATT HOTEL - MAINTENANCE OFFICE - DAY 129
Rath has narrowed his search to three individuals who
each hold two rooms apiece. Clark, Rogers and Katz.
Rath selects K. Katz. Rooms 718 and 942. He switches to
room service charges. In two days nothing on 942 -- not
even a phone call, but...
Room 718. Coffee. Coffee.
Coffee. Coffee. Tuna fish.
Reaching into a pocket, he pulls out and unfolds a print-
out of the green cat eyes. MEOW@comsat.next.
30INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 718 - DAY 130
Manipulating a joystick, Electra watches an air duct
view pass by on a Sony Watchman.
131 INT. AIR DUCT - DAY 131
The dump truck rolls carrying a $10,000 payload. It
turns at one branch, turns left at another. Ahead, a
square hole opens up where a third branch goes vertical.
Just when we think a catastrophe will occur, the truck
stops, eecutes a DMV 3-point turn. It backs to the edge
of the hole. The truck bed angles back as it dumps.
132 INT. ROOM 718 132
Electra smiles as ten thousand dollars drop out of the
vent and onto the carpet.
I'm going to format your disc,
orient it to receive the data.
Electra begins typing.
133 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 942 - DAY 133
The Dutch watch a little clock tick away on the laptop
screen as this is done.
134 EXT. 9TH FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY 134
Not far from 942, an attractive couple pause to begin
kissing in a corner. Overwhelmed, they can't keep their
hands off each other.
135 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ELEVATOR - DAY 135
Rath gets in, his fingers deciding between the ninth and
seventh floors. He presses one, but we don't see which.
As he starts up.
136 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 942 - DAY 136
Remy watches as file names start to appear on the
137 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 718 - DAY 137
Electra continues to send information.
138 9TH FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY 138
Here comes Bain. Resolute, but excited at what's about
to happen. He passes the couple. They don't see him or
they don't care. But as Bain gets a few steps past...
He wheels, raises the SILENCED .22 and FIRES. The
couple crumple, both head shots. He drags them into a
139 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 718 - DAY 139
140 INT. 9TH FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY 140
Bain leans over the bodies of the attractive couple.
Amazingly, he relieves them both of silenced 9mm
pistols. What the hell's going on?
Bain steps to the middle of the hall. Watching several
doors at once, he takes out a cellular phone, punches
in a number, then hits send.
141 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 942 - DAY 141
A very LOUD BEEPING sounds! After a confused moment,
Remy reaches into his pocket, pulls out the slim BEEPER
Bain deposited there.
They barely have time to exchange a look before the room
door blasts open and Bain enters, both the .22 and one
of the 9mm's BLAZING.
The Dutch try to return fire, but Bain has them. As
he EMPTIES both GUNS...
142 INT. HYATT HOTEL - ROOM 718 - DAY 142
Electra looks up from her typing, listens to the odd
thwapping and grunting coming over the INTERCOM SPEAKER.
She stops typing.
43INT. ROOM 942 - DAY 143
Bain checks Remy's wallet. Finds a badge.
Bain pauses, but then shrugs it off. No time to worry
about it now. He looks to the dead Dutchmen.
No more worries. Suena con los
What's going on there?
Bain spots the intercom. Then he sees the laptop screen
flashing: He realizes the transmission is incomplete.
Please complete the transmission.
144 INT. ROOM 718 - DAY 144
Electra's momentarily flustered.
Who is this?
She hears no answer. Electra begins erasing all of the
information she has sent.
145 INT. ROOM 942 - DAY 145
Bain sees the information begin to disappear line by
line -- he frantically tries to save some of it.
I'm going to tear your heart out.
146 INT. ROOM 718 - DAY 146
Sudden fear washes over Electra. Flipping down her sun-
glasses, she grabs her duffel bag, picks up Pearl, pulls
the disc. But as she turns to the door...
SLAM! It bursts open and she's staring right at a
silenced .22. Rath is here, quite obviously there to
kill her. But maybe surprised she's a woman.
147 ROOM 942 147
Now it's Bain's turn to listen.
Rath? Is it you?
148 ROOM 718 148
Keeping the gun on Electra, Rath looks at the intercom.
149 ROOM 942 149
But Bain is sure. He picks up the remote, switches on
the room TV.
It is you...
150 ROOM 718 150
Gun still aimed, Rath holds out his hand, whispers...
She fumbles, holds it out with a wildly trembling hand.
Rath takes it.
151 ROOM 942 151
Bain accesses (on TV) the hotel's in-room checkout
You checked out that move, didn't
you? Black queen to king's
152 ROOM 718 152
Bain is getting under Rath's skin. As his finger
tightens, Electra is frozen in fear.
You got a move for me, Rath?
Electra tries to say something, but can't give volume to
the words. Rath reaches over, takes off her sunglasses.
She blinks at him. As a tear streaks her cheek...
153 ROOM 942 153
On the TV checkout, Bain has the room charge for 942 and
the fact it's coupled with the charges for room 718.
It's like chess. What's your move?
Is she alive? Did you kill her?
Are you there, sweetie?
And Bain slips silently out of the room.
154 ROOM 718 154
Is she dead yet, Rath? I took
care of business on my end.
What about you? Come on. Pull
the trigger. Kill her.
Electra closes her eyes. Rath turns his aim from her
to the INTERCOM, FIRES. As it bursts into a hundred
155 7TH FLOOR HALLWAY 155
Bain steps out from the stairwell, silently sprints to...
156 ROOM 718 156
Bain enters with a military roll. It only takes an
instant to realize... Rath and Electra are gone.
156A INT. PARKING GARAGE - DAY 156A
Electra and Rath step off the elevator. She wears her
jacket, carries her computer and porta pet. He holds
her arm, keeps the gun at her side.
Where's your car?
I don't know.
The Attendent (seen earlier) steps over, eagerly points
out her Mustang.
It's right here, Miss.
As the Attendent hurries over with the keys...
I guess a black Chevy would have7 A
stuck out too much.(-
157 EXT. HYATT - MUSTANG CONVERTIBLE - DAY 157
The Mustang zooms out of the parking garage, bottoms
out at the top. Electra's behind the wheel. Rath rides
shotgun, watching the hotel for trouble. Pearl in her
porta-pet in the back.
158 EXT. STREET - MUSTANG (MOVING) - DAY 158
Electra is terrified. We now learn she talks when she's
I always thought I was going to
die in a bus crash. Isn't that
dumb? The odds are like five-hundred
million to one. You know what the
odds of meeting a stranger who's a
murderer? One-thousand to one.
Holding the .22, Rath just stares at her.
I think I've been worrying about
the wrong statistic.
If I was going to kill you, you'd
be dead already.
As Electra speeds up...
159 INT. ROOM 718 - DAY 159
Bain tears the room apart. Pulls open drawers, overturns
the mattress. He wants that disc. But the room has been
cleaned out. Then he spots it. Electra's computer
carrying case -- in haste forgotten -- on a chair. F
Electra's jacket -- in haste forgotten -- draped over a
Rifling through it, he finds the photos Electra had of
Pearl. Bain flips through them. Nothing, but Pearl.
Inside, outside. But Bain flips back one. A
Pearl outside. Bain's finger jabs down on something in
the background. Three TV transmit towers. Bain strides
to the window, looks out...
159A BAIN'S POV - CITY 159A
Scanning, spots it. In the distance, three radio towers.
159B BACK TO BAIN 159B
Smiling. He shoves the picture in a pocket, hurries out.
60INT. MUSTANG - ROLLING - DAY A 160
Who the hell are you?!
I work for the government.
Where are we going?
Electra hits the gas. The MUSTANG ZOOMS. 40, 50...
Rath takes her laptop from the backseat. He plugs it
into his cellular, punches a number in. Rath types in
the access code sequence. The system comes on line.
Contractor: This is not a scheduled call, Robert.
60 mph... Electra begins to slalom between cars. Rath looks up as
Watch your speed.
Rath: He was there again.
Contractor: Shut down. We'll talk at the scheduled time.
The system shuts down. 70 mph...
Rath reaches over with his foot, starts to brake them.
What about the other guy? Does
he work for the government, too?
Rath just gives her a look, takes his foot off the brake.
They've slowed considerably.
It's between you and him, right?
Just leave me out of it.
We can't. You're the mark.
A chilling thought. Across a wide median, she sees a
bus pulling up to a bus stop. Ahead, the light turns
161 OMITTED 161
162 EXT. STREET - DAY 162
Electra moves to slow down, but at the last second she
accelerates, rear ends the car ahead. Electra is braced,
but Rath slams the dash.
Electra takes the keys, leaps out of the car. Grabbing
the porta-pet, she dashes across the median. Rath is
quickly after her.
Electra nears the bus which is taking on the last of its
passengers. As she looks back over her shoulder, she
slams into a man, drops the porta-pet.
Rath is closing. There's no time. Acting on survival
instincts, Electra leaps onto the bus. It's away just
as Rath arrives.
163 INT. BUS - ROLLING - DAY 163
Electra hurries to the back, stares out the window.
In the receding distance we see Rath and the porta-pet in
the street. She's escaped, but at what cost?
Oh, Pearl... Sorry.
164 EXT. BUS STOP - DAY 164
As an IRATE MOTORIST shouts "car insurance," Rath ignores
him, carries Pearl back to the Mustang. He gets inside,
checks the glove box -- nothing. But reaching under the
seat, he pulls out a paper bag with cat food inside. The
bag is printed: Prize Pets. With an address.
165 EXT. PRIZE PETS - DAY 165
A local mom & pop operation. As the Mustang pulls up...
166INT. PRIZE PETS - DAY 166
An OLDER WOMAN looks up as Rath approaches the counter.
But she's not looking at Rath.
Pearl! How are you, dearie?
Holding the cat in his arms, Rath smiles.
166A EXT. ELECTRA'S BUILDING - DAY 166A
Three towers in the background. A car pulls into an
assigned spot. "Bob" gets out, heads into the building.
167 INT. ELECTRA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY 167
Electra packs. No rhyme or reason. She just tosses
stuff into her bag. As she moves into the bedroom, we
STAY here. The monitors are on. Bob enters Jennifer's
167A EXT. ELECTRA'S BUILDING - DAY A 167A
Bain steps up, smiles at the towers. There are three
cars in the lot. He walks along, placing a palm on the
hood. Seeing which engine is warm. Bob's. Noting the
apartment number on the space, Bain heads inside.
168 INT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 168
Bain enters, begins looking through the room, after the
169 OMITTED 169
170 INT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY170
Bob hears the sound, thinks the wrong thought.A
Bob hears FOOTSTEPS coming down the hall. As they near
I love you.
Bain is there, filling the doorway.
171 INT. ELECTRA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY 171
Bag packed, Electra steps out from the bedroom. She
stops short at the sight of the monitor.
Bain raises the .22, Bob's eyes widen. As he steps back,
Bain steps forward.
Who are you?
(on TV, advancing)
You'll never know... Romeo.
Bob backs right into the walk-in closet. Bain follows.
The SILENCER WHISPERS and BOB THUMPS to the floor.
171A JENNIFER'S BEDROOM 171A
Bain takes in the room. Breathes it in. Something
catches his eye. A smoke detector on the ceiling. He
stands on the bed.
171B BELECTRA'S LIVING ROOM 171B
Electra's mouth open, but no sound comes out as Bain's
face suddenly looms right into the monitor. Distorted,
his face right in the camera.
172INT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY 172
Standing on the bed, Bain pulls the detector housing
should be. He pokes at it. A warped smile as he
realizes what it is.
173INT. ELECTRA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY 173
You sick little bitch.
Electra turns to get out, stops short at MEOW. PEARL
trots into the room. Electra scoops her and Rath is
there. He spots Bain on the monitor, draws his .22. She
Where is he?
Electra points to the floor. The screen goes to snow as
Bain reaches, yanks the smoke detector from the ceiling.
Rath grabs Electra and they're out of there.
174 EXT. MUSTANG (PARKED) - DAY 174
Up the street, the front end smashed. Rath gets Electra
and Pearl inside.
Wait for me at the pet shop.
Without another word, Rath heads back. Electra STARTS
the car. Smoke pinwheels off the tires as she roars off.
175 INT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 175
Leading with the .22, Rath enters. Every nerve is
tingling as he steps into...
176 JENNIFER'S BEDROOM 176
Rath steps in. No Bain. Rath spots the plaster torn
from the ceiling, Bob's legs visible through the closet
door. Rath steps over. As he kneels to take a pulse, he
hears FOOTSTEPS OVERHEAD. In Electra's apartment.
177 INT. ELECTRA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY 177
Two discs on the coffee table. Bain scoops them, runs
them through his scanner. Red lights flash. Not the
ones he wants. He tosses them aside.
178 EXT. NEIGHBORHOOD STREET - MUSTANG (ROLLING) - DAY 178
Electra slows for a stop sign. Continuing, she passes
Jennifer going the other way. Headed home. Oh no!
Electra looks back over her shoulder. She makes a
A HORN BLARES. Electra brakes, looks ahead where she's
come inches from a head-on collision.
She throws it in reverse, nearly hits a car coming up
from behind. More HORNS.
Back to drive, Electra hops the curb, driving over a
circular median and knocking down a "Slow" sign as she
179 INT. ELECTRA'S BUILDING - 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY 179
Gun drawn, Rath makes his way, enters.
180 INT. ELECTRA'S APARTMENT - LIVING ROOM - DAY 180
No Bain. Rath moves silently toward...
181 ELECTRA'S BEDROOM 181
Bain searching the place. Holding his .22, he picks up
a bottle of perfume, takes a whiff, smiles.
In the dresser mirror, Bain spots Rath enter behind him.
Dropping the perfume, Bain wheels, FIRES!
A MIRROR on the back of the door SHATTERS and Rath is
gone. Or at least his image.
Guessing. Bain starts FIRING in a moving pass across
the wall. The SILENCER makes it almost surreal.
182 LIVING ROOM 182
Rath runs, just a step ahead of the BULLETS which BURST
from the wall behind him. Diving, he rolls into the...
183 KITCHEN 183
Coming out of the tuck and roll, Rath slams into the
stove, rocking it two feet across the floor.
He looks up at the gas line inches over his head.
184 LIVING ROOM 184
Slapping in a new clip, Bain leaps out, sees that Rath
must be in the kitchen. Bain aims, but stays where he
You're getting slow, Abuelo.
I'm not the one shooting at mirrors.
185INT. JENNIFER'S APARTMENT - BEDROOM - DAY 185
Home, Jennifer stops short when she sees plaster every-
where. Looking up, she sees the cable snake up to the
hole in Electra's floor. Unfortunately, she doesn't see
Bob. Furious about the mess, she hurries out of the
186 INT. ELECTRA'S LIVING ROOM - DAY 186
Where Bain is edging his way toward the kitchen.
That's when Jennifer storms in.
Who the hell are you?
She stops short at the sight of Bain's .22.
A frozen moment before she bolts for the door. Bain
FIRES. As Jennifer falls, Bain makes a critical error.
I beat you to the buyers and now I
beat you to the mark. I'm starting
to think I picked the wrong guy to
be my hero.
187 INT. KITCHEN 187
Rath wonders who Bain shot. Out the window, he sees
Electra pull up in the Mustang, run for the building.
188 LIVING ROOM 188
Bain waits for an answer, doesn't get one.
You know it's my birthday today,
Rath? It's true. Today I become
Picking up a big shard of mirror, Bain inches his way to
the kitchen door. It's blind; no view at all.
189 STAIRWELL 189
Electra makes her way up.
190LIVING ROOM 190
Bain tosses the MIRROR SHARD against the open kitchen
It BREAKS into pieces, one of them a leaner. They give
Bain a full view of the kitchen. Rath isn't there.
You got a present for me, Rath?
191 KITCHEN 191
Tense as a steel spring, Bain steps inside. There's
another doorway in the far corner. Bain moves for it,
then stops short at a HISSING in the air. Framed by the
window behind him, Bain sniffs, whips a look over to the
stove where the GAS LINE is wide open.
A trail of liquid leads from the kitchen to a back hall.
Bain whips a look that way where we hear the distinctive
sound of a MATCH BEING STRUCK.
192 HALLWAY 192
Make a wish.
Rath discards a bottle of brandy, sets the burning match
into the trail of liquid. As it ignites, he rushes back,
comes face to face with Electra. He dives for the floor,
takes her with him.
193 KITCHEN 193
The flame trail zips in. Bain flips the kitchen table on
its side, ducks behind it as the AIR BURSTS INTO FLAMES.
The table is driven back by the force.
194 EXT. ELECTRA'S APARTMENT - SECOND FLOOR - DAY 194
Bain hurtles back through the kitchen window, followed by
a huge fireball and lots of debris.
195 INT. APARTMENT BUILDING - HALLWAY - DAY 195
Rath rises, motions Electra to wait. Smoke is
196 INT. KITCHEN - DAY 196
A few flames, but there's not much left to burn. Rath
peeks around the corner. Bain isn't here. We can see
the ground below as well. There is debris everywhere
but Bain is gone. Rath sees Jennifer's body in the door-
way. He checks to see if she is alive.
197 ELECTRA'S BUILDING - STAIRWELL 197
Leading with his .22, Rath tries to lead Electra out,
but she doesn't want to go. She has other things to
Rath looks at her, shakes his head. Jennifer didn't make
it. Turning her gently, they continue down.
198 EXT. MUSTANG - PARKED - DAY 198
Electra and Rath make it to the car. Distraught, she's
still staring back as he gets her inside.
198A INT. MUSTANG - DRIVING - DAY F A198A
Electra's neighborhood. Rath drives away. He glances
over at Electra who sits clutching hold of Pearl. In
shock over Bob and Jennifer, she's withdrawn into her-
self. Rath knows there's nothing he can say so he keeps
quiet and drives.
198A EXT. CHAIN HOTEL - NIGHT 198A
The Mustang drives up. Rath is at the wheel.
199 INT. CHAIN HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 199
Electra enters ahead of Rath.
She sets her bag down, lets Pearl out of the porta-pet.
Feeling like a prisoner, she sits in a chair in the
corner. Pearl jumps up in her lap.
Rath gets a quick feel for the room. After checking the
view out the window, he draws the curtains.
Rath takes off his jacket. Pulling off his shoulder
holster, he sets the rig on the coffee table, then sits
in a couch opposite Electra. The gun is halfway between
the two. Electra does her best to be nonchalant, but
she's well aware of the fact.
May be the very first time we've seen Rath rela. Pearl
jumps to the carpet, pads her way toward him.
Ignoring her owner, Pearl leaps up, settles into Rath's
lap. As he scratches her ears...
Electra snaps her fingers, but PEARL just closes her
eyes, begins to PURR. Electra is not happy about this.
She likes me.
She likes dead fish, too.
As Rath looks down at the cat, Electra looks at the gun,
measuring the distance with her eyes.
What do you call yourself?
Yeah, sure. Call me Electra...7 F
So, are you one of them?
Used to be.
Pardon me if I don't believe you.
If I was going to kill you, you'd
be dead already.
She pretends to look away, but as Rath looks down at
Pearl, Electra lunges for the gun.
He never moves or even blinks an eye. He just watches as
she struggles a moment to free the .22 from its holster.
She realizes, suspects the worst.
What? It's not loaded?
I could shoot you. I could be
500 miles away by the time they
Electra keeps the gun on him, but can't shake the feeling
he's got the upper hand. A long silence.
Rath scratches Pearl's ears.
Stop it. She doesn't like it.
PEARL begins to PURR.
Afraid you'll hit the cat?
Rath sets Pearl down, looks back to Electra. Waits.
Without warning she starts squeezing off ROUNDS. A LAMP
EXPLODES on one side of Rath. Two tufts of stuffing
erupt from the couch on the other side. Rath doesn't
You think letting me get this gun
was a mistake, don't you? You
think I'm afraid. Don't you?
She FIRES just over his head; the round digs the wall.
You don't know shit about me!
You're wrong. I --
A final step, she levels the gun at Rath's face.
This was supposed to be a good day.
A payday. Forty grand. I was
going to get Pearl a boyfriend.
Now two people are dead. I'm
I'm in way over my head, Rath.
I just want out.
For the first time really, she looks into his eyes. Her
hand begins to tremble. The gun barrel shakes.
You have the gun. The keys are
on the dresser. Go.
Electra covers Rath as she steps over to the dresser,
scoops up the keys. Her next words are more to reassure
herself than to convince Rath.
I don't have a social security
number, a driver's license. I
barely remember my real name.
I'm a ghost; I can disappear.
I found you. So did he.
I want my life back. Please,
that's all I want.
Rath shakes his head.
Electra's finger tightens on the trigger. Suddenly,
jerking her arm left, she FIRES a wild shot. A CRASH
as a cheap print is obliterated by the bullet.
Electra lowers the gun limply to her side, lets it drop
to the carpet.
I need to be alone.
I haven't spent this much time
with someone in years.
?PNear tears, Electra moves blindly for the bathroom, Pearl
at her heel. As Electra closes the door behind her.
Neither have I.
He closes his eyes, listens as we hear her begin to CRY.
199A INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT 199A
Her back to the door, Electra slides slowly to the floor
as she cries. Hugging her knees to her chest, it gets
worse. A lonely, desolate moment. As PEARL MEWS...
200 EXT. CITYSCAPE/INT. PAYPHONE - NIGHT 200
A twinkling panorama. We PAN ACROSS TO a computer
screen. A cursor blinks to life as...
Contractor: What went wrong, Miguel?
We're at a payphone booth. Bain has hooked his laptop
into the payphone wiring.
Bain: Nothing. I retired the buyers. And the
Contractor: The disc?
Cain: Rath has it. He's a difficult mark.
Contractor: Rath isn't the mark. THE DISC.
Bain is taken aback by this response. He's not used to
Bain: You'll get it.
A long pause. Even Bain notices. The Contractor is
never this reticent. Finally...
Contractor: You had your chance. The contract has
What?! No lo puedo creer!
Bain is in a rage as he types...
Bain: Fuck you.
Contractor: That's no way to talk to a lady.
I don't care what you are --
Bain hits the repeat key. "Fuck you's" flash across the
screen. As the Contractor logs off, Bain slams his fist
against the glass of the booth.
201 INT. CHAIN HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 201
Rath is at his desk conversing with the Contractor.
Electra must still be holed up in the bathroom.
Rath: I have the disc.
Contractor: You're still the best, Robert.
Then who's this kid?
Rath: I'd like the two million in cash.
Contractor: Where do you want to make the trade?
202 INT. CHAIN HOTEL - BATHROOM - NIGHT 202
Freshly showered, Electra looks better. Drying her hair,
she sees that Pearl is peering into the toilet.
How many times have I told you?
Pearl paws down the trip handle. The water swirls. As
she leans down to drink...
203 INT. CHAIN HOTEL ROOM 203
Rath watches the late news. Troubled, he holds the disc.
The bathroom door opens and Electra emerges. She watches
over his shoulder.
What did they say about the dead
guys at the Hyatt?
I don't need details, just in
No. Not if...
Not if what?
They were C.I.A. Or Interpol.
Rath CLICKS OFF the SET as the "Weather" comes on. He
considers the disc. Rath has a hunch, but wonders if he
really wants to know.
What's on this?
It's encrypted. Breaking the
code on my laptop could take two,
maybe three hundred years.
I thought you were a genius.
I am. In fact, I was the best.
I'm retiring, too.
I wish I had an insight, but it
was all anonymous. Just an
Rath knows that in this case, ignorance is bliss.
Rath stands, goes into the bathroom.
Electra steps over to the bed. The blanket has been
"turned-down." Two chocolate mints rest on the triangle.
There's only one bed. I guess you
picked up on that.
Rath exits the bathroom, rolling two towels together.
It's all yours.
You want the couch?
Rath sets the roll on the floor. He switches on a
ceiling light directly over it. Electra watches, under-
stands, but teases.
What's that, a trick of the trade?
So you don't get too comfortable?
(off no answer)
Why don't you just tie a string
from your toe to the doorknob?
The door opens in.
Rath reenters the bathroom; Electra can't help but smile.
204 BATHROOM 204
Rath sits on the toilet seat and looks at his reflection
in the mirror. He's not quite sure he knows who he's
looking at. Sensing someone else, he looks down to where
Pearl stares up at him.
205 CHAIN HOTEL ROOM 205
Electra is in bed. The lights on her side of the room
are off. Rath passes.
He kicks off his shoes, sits on the floor. He sets the
.22 down, stops short. Electra has set one of the "turn
-down" chocolates on his towel. Rath picks it up. He
lies on his back, stares at the ceiling. On her side,
Electra faces the other way. As Rath unwraps the
I don't know. Saving my life I
A long moment of silence before...
How'd you like to make a million
What do I have to do?
Nothing cheap I hope.
Rath smiles. As he pops the chocolate into his mouth...
206 EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET - MUSTANG - DAY 206
Electra behind the wheel, in sunglasses and a kerchief.
Rath in the passenger seat as they pull up to the curb.
Follow our plan. And if I don't
I know. Split!
Rath barely nods. Reassuring a woman is a skill he never
had. He takes the laptop from the back, casts about the
front seat for something he can't find. Electra holds up
the disc. He reaches, but she doesn't give it to him.
In ten minutes you'll have two
million dollars and no reason to
come back. I ditched you. I
really didn't know you that well
at the time, but who knows, maybe
you hold it against me and --
Rath gently crosses her lips with two fingers. Then,
with absolute finality:
She gives him the disc. Rath gets out of the car.
Electra watches as he disappears, swallowed by the crowd.
Be careful... Partner.
Electra drives on.
207 EXT. MONORAIL STATION - DAY 207
Carrying the laptop, wearing sunglasses, Rath boards a
northbound monorail. The doors shut and it glides away.
208 EXT. STREET BELOW MONORAIL - DAY 208
As the monorail moves along above, the Mustang follows
below. Her eyes looking up, Electra nearly rear ends a
car slowing for a left turn. As she swerves around it.
209 INT. MONORAIL CAR - DAY 209
Rath sits, his back to the window. Turning on the
computer, he inserts the disc. A list of file names
scroll across the screen.
210 EXT. MONORAIL TRACKS - DAY 210
Two tracks run parallel. The northbound train slows as
it nears a southbound. Reaching a station, the two
trains stop directly across from each other.
ANGLE BETWEEN TRAINS
Two facing doors open. Rath stands, partly concealed
behind one. A courier behind the other. He holds up an
open briefcase. Inside: 20 stacks of banded $1000
Rath, his face hidden, holds up the laptop, the screen
visible. The laptop and briefcase are both closed.
ANGLE ABOVE TRAINS
All we see are hands as the briefcase is exchanged for
the laptop. As both trains continue on their way.
211 INT. MONORAIL CAR - DAY 211
Rath holds the briefcase in his lap. It feels good.
211A ANGLE ON WATCHER 211A
His back to Rath, reading the paper. But watching Rath
from a piece of reflective tape on the inside lens of
212 EXT. MUSTANG - DAY 212
Electra drives, falling behind. As the light turns red
ahead, she swerves 'round traffic, shoots through the
intersection inches ahead of the cross traffic.
213 INT. MONORAIL CAR - DAY 213
Picking his spot, Rath pulls down on the emergency stop
cord. The monorail lurches to a stop.
Rath grabs the release handle on the door, pushes it
214 EXT. MONORAIL CAR - DAY 214
Briefcase in hand, Rath leaps, lands on the roof of a
214A INT. MONORAIL CAR - DAY 214A
The Watcher stands, but the doors close. True to his
name, he can only watch as...
215 EXT. BUSINESS BUILDING - DAY 215
Rath swings himself over the edge of the roof, drops down
to the street below.
215A OMITTED 215A
215 INT. MONORAIL CAR - DAY 215G
As the monorail continues, the Watcher loses sight,
doesn't see as...
215H EXT. BUSINESS BUILDING - DAY 215H
Rath's only just gotten to his feet when the Mustang
pulls up, RADIO BLASTING. Rath hops in and they tear
216 EXT. MUSTANG - DRIVING - DAY 216
Rath grabs the briefcase from the back.
It's in there?
Rath nods. As he swings the briefcase onto his lap, the
RADIO LOSES RECEPTION.
Rath frowns. He moves the briefcase away and the
RECEPTION RETURNS. Rath looks around them. Pedestrians
Hearing his urgency, Electra turns.
217 EXT. SIDE STREET - DAY 217
Deserted. Rath heaves the BRIEFCASE up with all his
might. It soars straight into the air. EXPLODES! As
the air fills with shredded money...
218 EXT. MUSTANG - DAY 218
Electra slams on the brakes. As she starts to get out,
Rath holds her back.
But the money.
The street behind them is already filling with instant
218A INT. MONORAIL CAR - DAY 218A
The Watcher hears the REVERBERATION, watches smoke rise
in the distance. He takes out a cell-phone, speed dials.
There's been an explosion.
He flips it shut.
218B INT. MUSTANG - DAY 218B
They continue. Rath with quiet resolve.
No money. No disc.
Though shaken, Electra suddenly smiles like the cat who
ate the canary. Rath catches the look.
I wasn't sure you'd come back.
This morning I switched discs.
All they got was a list of file
Electra holds up the real disc. Rath can't believe it.
Zero, a goose egg, jackstraw, ni,
nada, zot, zilch, squirt, a dry
hump, diddly squat.
I read a slang dictionary once.
Your contractor just tried to kill
you. That's not good.
Rath nods. He takes the disc from her, considers it.
219 OMITTED 219
223A INT. MUSTANG - PARKED - DAY 223A
MOVE WITH Electra. Carrying a paper bag, she exits a
gourmet market and crosses the street to the Mustang.
Rath waits with Pearl and his computer.
As Rath sets up his computer, Electra treats Pearl to
Do you know that caviar is not a
Ikra. It's ikra.
How did you know that?
No answer. There is a very particular reason that he
knows this. She watches him as he types in his access
code. Finally, Rath looks over at her.
I had a friend... Nicolai. He
Fifteen years ago. He was taken.
Rath nods. Before Electra can delve any deeper, the s
COMPUTER TERMINAL BEEPS. Words appear.
Contractor: Robert, is that you?
That's right, you sonuvabitch,
I'm still alive.
Rath: I still have the disc.
Contractor: We can make new arrangements.
Rath plays it cool.
Rath: The price has changed.
WIDEN to show Electra watching over Rath's shoulder.
Let's see just how valuable he
thinks it is.
Twenty million?! That's insane!
May well be.
They wait as the screen remains, unchanged. The
Contractor is thinking it over.
Where do you think this person is
right now? A mile from here? Ten
I never thought about it. Until
You quit your job. You're
having thoughts you never had
before. Sounds like a mid-life
crisis to me.
Yes. You're it.
Rath smiles. The cursor flashes. The answer is coming.
Contractor: It will take two days to arrange the
transfer. What's the bank code and
Pulling out a small notebook, Rath checks a bank account
I don't believe it. Twenty million
and he wants to know what the
account number is.
(a long beat)
Rath nods, types in the information.
(almost in tears)
Ten million each!
Eight. The bank'll take twenty
It's that kind of bank, huh?
Rath STARTS the CAR. As they pull away...
You have a passport?
Twelve. Where are we going?
224 OMITTED 224
224A EXT. AIRPORT - DAY 224A
As the plane lands in the b.g., Bain types on his
computer. It's set on the hood of his car. Bain looks
at the screen as...
Contractor: Miguel? Are you there?
Bain lets the Contractor sweat.
Contractor: You know what I want?
Bain pauses, types his one condition:
Bain: Say please. A long beat. Bain watches with satisfaction as
letters appear one-by-one: P-L-E-A-S-E.
HARD CUT TO:
225 EXT. CARIBBEAN - LATE DAY 225
Aquamarine that can only be the Caribbean. Without
warning we WHIP UP OVER a sea wall, CLIMB hard ABOVE the
ruins of a colonial Spanish fort. HIGHER and a modern
city spreads out below us.
The CAMERA DROPS, CLOSES ON a beat-up local tai. As it
bounces over blue cobblestones...
The Hotel Paraiso por favor.
226 INT. LOCAL TAI- DAY (LATE AFTERNOON) 226
Rath and Electra sit in the back, both in sunglasses.
Electra looks out the window, taking everything in. But
Rath stares straight ahead. He's been here before.
227 EXT. HOTEL PARAISO - PLAZA COLON - LATE DAY 227
The cab stops at a four-story, boarded, blackened husk.
It's surreal, truly the shadow of its former glory.
The Paraiso. Why didn't you say?
You didn't ask. Fire, Senor.
Years ago. There was no money to
Rath gets out, stares up at the hotel. Electra is out
behind him. Her attention drifts to the people around
her, the bustle on the plaza.
Rath only has eyes for a third-story Paraiso window.
Electra looks at the International Bank across the way.
It's a beautiful old building, the ornate black iron bars
on the windows in great contrast to the white-washed con-
Is that the bank? Is that where
our siteen mil is?
Rath isn't listening. He's somewhere else. She follows
his gaze to a hotel third-story window. It's spooky.
What's up there?
228 OMITTED 228
229A INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ATRIUM COURTYARD - LATE DAYA 229A
A ruins. Spooky even in the daylight. Rath and Electra
She looks around, taking the place in. Rath gestures her
toward a rickety stairwell. Up they go.
229B INT. HOTEL PARAISO - THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY - LATE DAY 229B
TIMBERS CREAK as they make their way down. Rath takes
Electra's arm, guides her 'round a hole in the floor.
They're going to a bad place.
229C INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - LATE DAY 229C
They enter. Electra looks about as Rath goes to the
window. Pulling back on a decrepit shutter he looks
across the plaza and remembers.
229D FLASHBACK - EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY (1980) 229D
The black and white of the prelude. The plaza. A
sniper's rifle in the window. A figure steps out from
the bank. We see more detail than before, but it seems
to strobe AWAY FROM us. The gunman is a younger Rath.
The Mark seems familiar. He looks up to the blank, is
As pigeons take wing.
CUT BACK TO:
229E INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - LATE DAY (PRESENT) 229E
Rath is snapped from his reverie as real pigeons flap by
the window. Electra studies him.
Are you okay?
Rath gestures her over. He points to strategic spots
below as he talks.
At ten o'clock tomorrow I'll enter
the bank. He'll be in the plaza
somewhere. In the crowd. When he
sees me go in, he'll move up here.
You'll be at the cafe. You'll see
him when he goes inside. We'll
have two-way mics so we can talk.
What do we do after he goes
Rath describes the rest not the way he planned it, but
the way he remembers it.
It'll take all day, but he'll
begin to doubt himself. He'll
start to think he missed me.
He'll have to see with his own
eyes whether I'm still in the
bank. It'll be sunset, closing
time. He'll have to leave the
rifle here when he goes to the
bank. There are metal detectors
at the door. When he's out of
sight, you'll come in here and
take the rifle.
Electra looks back at the bank.
What if he tries to shoot you
before you go into the bank?
Rath speaks like it was all written in stone.
He'll wait for the prime shot.
When I come out.
How can you be so sure?
Because he likes history...
Fifteen years ago I was at this
And as they stand side by side, suddenly everything is
clear to Electra.
Oh my God.
Rath finally looks at her.
Your friend Nicolai. You said he
You killed him...
Rath doesn't answer. And suddenly Electra is scared
again. She looks at him a beat longer then does the only
thing she can to protect herself: she puts on her
We MOVE IN ON the lenses, see Rath reflected in them.
230 EXT. NEW HOTEL - MAGIC HOUR 230
The cab pulls away.
231 INT. NEW HOTEL - LOBBY - NIGHT 231
Rath and Electra walk through an archway and start
upstairs. In front of them walks a newlywed couple --
kissing and giggling -- very much in love -- Rath pays
no attention while Electra can't take her eyes off them.
232 INT. NEW HOTEL HALLWAY - NIGHT 232
They reach a landing. To make things worse, they have
adjoining rooms. Rath opens their door, enters. Electra
lingers, watches the other couple as he fumbles for his
keys. Watches as she runs her hand over him. He finally
gets the door open. He pushes her inside.
233 INT. NEW HOTEL - ROOM - NIGHT 233
Electra listens to the sounds coming from the other side
of the wall. LAUGHTER quickly turning into PASSION.
You should check them out. Maybe
(in no mood)
Not even professionals could pull
that act off.
As the sounds become MORE MUFFLED, Electra grabs a glass,
holds it to the wall. Rath watches with distaste.
You're a voyeur.
Electra looks at him, hears the disgust in his words.
But she has some in her own.
There are worse things.
Rath looks away. There are. Electra is possessed of
knowledge she can't understand, let alone forget.
Look, Nicolai and me... It's none
of your business.
It is my business. I'm with you!
Rath isn't going to say anymore. Electra turns back to
the wall as the sounds of PASSION BUILD.
I can't trust you. You can't
trust me. How can we possibly
help each other-
I trust you.
Why? Why do you trust me?
He doesn't have an answer. She picks up Pearl, walks
into the bathroom. As the door locks behind her.A
234 EXT. PLAZA COLON 234
Almost deserted, a different story after sundown. As the
last fruit VENDOR shuts up his cart.
Un momento. Por favor.
The Vendor sighs, waits as Bain, carrying a nylon bag,
steps over. He nods politely, scans the fruit, picks out
two apricots. He hands the Vendor a twenty, walks on
without waiting for his change.
MOVE WITH Bain as he strolls across the plaza. Biting
into the apricot, savoring the taste, he looks at the
bank, at the big iron gates barring the front entrance,
but also at the modern metal detectors just beyond.
Taking another bite, he turns, scans the opposite side.
The Hotel Paraiso is even gloomier than the first time
we saw it. By instinct, Bain settles on the same window
that Rath did.
He walks to the bank entrance, imagines the sight line
back to the hotel. Doing his homework.
Finishing the first apricot, Bain sets the second on a
column ledge just to the right of the entrance.
Bain crosses the plaza to the hotel. Pulling free a
24 nailed to the entrance, he steps inside.
235 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - LOBBY - NIGHT 235
An atrium courtyard. The burnt-out interior hall bal-
conies stare down from four sides. The ceiling is gone.
Bain stares up at the moon. It casts broken patterns of
light across the walls and floor. Bain seems almost
reverent. Like he was in a holy place.
Moving cautiously, Bain starts up the staircase, headed
for the third floor.
236 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - NIGHT 236
Bain enters. We jump as a FLOOR BOARD gives way with a
SNAP. Taking it in stride, Bain pulls his leg free,
steps carefully over to a...
237 THIRD FLOOR WINDOW 237
Bain stares across at the entrance to the bank. A good
clear view, the vertical angle not too EXTREME.
He unzips his bag. Quickly, epertly, he puts together
a sniper's rifle complete with a two-foot silencer.
Holding up the rifle, he closes one eye, sights. A CLICK
as Bain squeezes the TRIGGER on an empty chamber. He
looks up from the sight, across the plaza. This is good.
238 EXT. NEW HOTEL - BALCONY - NIGHT 238
Holding Pearl, Electra stands looking out at the city.
What holds her attention is the procession moving down
the cobblestoned street, following a trail of marigold
petals to a nearby cemetery. It includes children made
up as skeletons.
238A INT. NEW HOTEL - HALLWAY - NIGHT 238A
A WAITER pushes a room service cart. We don't see his
face, but we suspect the worst. As he reaches the door
to Rath and Electra's room...
239 INT. NEW HOTEL - ROOM - NIGHT 239
Rath looks up at a KNOCK on the door. Drawing his .22,
he steps over, stays to the side of the door.A
Who is it
MUFFLED VOICE (O.S.)
Rath places the end of the silencer against the door --
I didn't order room service.
As he cocks back the trigger, Electra steps in from the
Rath pulls the gun away, pauses a moment to collect
himself. He holsters it, opens the door. The Waiter
smiles, rolls the cart in.
As he sets up the plates, Electra steps over.
(points out balcony)
What's happening out there?
The Day of the Dead, Senora.
What are the flowers for?
Families make a path from their
homes to the cemetery. So the
souls of the dead loved ones can
find their way back home.
Electra is fascinated. As the Waiter finishes, Rath tips
him and he exits.
Can we go?
He'll be here by now. This room
and the bank. That's it.
Disappointed, she sets Pearl down and steps back out on
the balcony to watch.
Rath pours himself a drink. As he does, he notices
something. There's a slight tremble in his hand. He h)P ?sets
the drink down, looks to the balcony. After a
moment, he steps over, stops to the side of it.
I wish I could explain why I
killed Nicolai. I may have been
manipulated. I don't know.
For what it's worth, I'm sorry
A beat. He waits for her to say something, can't really
blame her when she doesn't.
I used to hope the same thing
would happen to me. A least it's
a way out.
It may. Finally, Rath steps out to be with her.
240 EXT. BALCONY - NIGHT 240
Rath steps out. Electra's gone! Not on the ground a
floor below. Nowhere in sight. Rath looks to the
cemetery and the fire escape leading from the balcony
down to the cobblestone street below.
241 EXT. OLD CEMETERY - NIGHT 241
A procession emerges from a tunnel, through old gates and
into a cemetery. It includes some American tourists.
Marigold petals and candles are everywhere. There are
headstones, many of which lie flat. Also much well-made
Two local women stand to one side selling coffee and
shaved ice. Solemn, but not dreadfully so.
Stepping up from the shadows of a darker part of the
cemetery is Electra. She looks on eagerly. This is
prime people-watching territory.
She spots the coffee women, starts to move in closer. As
she passes behind a larger memorial, she hears...
Hola. Que pasa?
Electra freezes, peeks around the memorial to see Bain
not more than four feet away, standing near the coffee
women. They smile at him. He seems respectful. In
fact, as Bain watches the ceremony, he's in his element.
He speaks, almost like he's addressing the women, but not
really. Electra can't take her eyes off him.
Death is like me. Quiet, a
little scary. Sharp, he's real
sharp. And even though you want
to stay away from him, you can't.
He draws you. You dig him and
fear him at the same time.
I'm a million years old, but I
look like I'm thirty.
She hurries away into the shadows. In the gloom, she
nearly trips over a headstone. In the process she sends
an old GLASS CANDLE HOLDER flying. As it SMASHES...
At first we don't think he heard it, but then he turns,
looks back into the darkness. He's going to turn back to
the ceremony, but he can't. It's instinctual.
Reaching into his jacket, Bain heads into the darkness.
The two women watch him go. One looks to the other,
makes "crazy circles" around her ear with a finger.
242 DARKENED CEMETERY 242
Electra moves. Hears someone behind her. Or was it to
the left? She ducks behind an angel statue. Moments
later, Bain steps up. Electra holds her breath as he
scans the area. All of Bain's senses are working,
(under his breath)
His .22 in hand, Bain moves on.
Electra stands, moves back. She hasn't gone far when a
hand slaps down over her mouth. It's Rath!
He's starting to get a little spooked himself. Sure
that he's cornered someone, he leaps around a corner,
takes aim down a row of tombstones. No one's there.
RATH AND ELECTRA
Rath's feeling the same way. Motioning for her to stay
put, he creeps around a statue, sees Bain, draws a bead
-- but a large group from the procession moves in between
them -- when they clear, Bain is gone. Rath takes
Electra's hand and they move on.
Looking about, the feeling passing. Then he spots it, a
Jasmine in a vase by a stone. Bain takes a sniff.
Laughing, he turns, heads back to the ceremony.
243 INT. NEW HOTEL - ROOM - NIGHT 243
Electra enters followed by Rath. Rath is ehausted from
the past tension. Electra watches as he locks the door,
leans his forehead against it. Finally...
Am I attractive?
Rath looks at her a beat, nods. She is.
Are you attracted to me?
Is it a physical thing or a mental
When did it start?
(a beat; almost shy)
When you were shooting at me.
That's strange, don't you think?
You're a strange man, Robert Rath.
Joseph. My real name is Joseph.
For a man like Rath, this is like giving her the Hope
Diamond. Electra knows it. A beat and then...
(savors the sound)
Joseph... I'm Anna. It's awfully 7
nice to meet you.
She holds her hand out like a promise. All Rath has to
do is take it. He does. They come together. Kissing,
wanting, needing contact. And they're on the bed. Never
have two people needed each other more. As Pearl runs
out of the room...
244 INT. NEW HOTEL - ROOM #2 - NIGHT 244
Lying in their bed, the newlyweds listen to the sounds of
LOVEMAKING coming from the room next door. As they smile
at each other...
245 EXT. BANK ENTRANCE - CLOSE ON APRICOT - NIGHT 245
that Bain left here. Dewy, glistening. Without warning,
it EXPLODES into a thousand pieces.
WHIP PAN TO:
246 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - NIGHT 246
Bain lowers the rifle. Slowly, solemnly, he raises his
forefinger to heaven. Tomorrow he will be number one.
And Rath's dream of a new life will die.
247 EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAWN 247
Deserted as the sun casts an early morning glow.
248 INT. NEW HOTEL - ROOM - COMPUTER SCREEN - DAY 248
Contractor: The contract has been paid.
Transferred to the specified account.
Rath and Electra look from the screen to each other.
More than partners this morning.
Rath: And the disc?
Contractor: You'll be advised. Good-bye, Robert.
The screen goes blank. Rath switches it off. Sitting in
front of the remains of a huge breakfast, Electra pours
Rath opens a case. He takes out two small "hearing aid"
mics. He sets them on the table alongside his gun.
Electra immediately scoops up one of them.
Remember, you tell me when he
leaves the hotel; I'll tell you
when he leaves the bank.
Electra nods. Rath hands her his .22.
What's this for?
Just in case.
Electra moves to hand it back, but Rath doesn't take it.
I don't think I could shoot
Did you play Cowboys and Indians
when you were a kid?
Sure, but this --
Which were you?
An Indian. Always an Indian.
Then pretend he's a cowboy and
pull the trigger. You can pretend
he'll just get up after, but you
pull the trigger.
For Electra, this is getting a little too real.
249 INT. BANK - DAY 249
Glossed with light. We PULL BACK and see other squares.
Black and white. Like a chessboard. A woman's HEELS
CLICK past. RISING HIGHER, we see the woman walking.
man crosses behind her going the other way. HIGHER STILL
and we realize we're looking at the black and white
marble floor of the...
250 INT. BANK - DAY 250
The ceilings are vaulted and vast, the suspended lights
baroque. An enormous clock (10:00 AM) hangs from the
wall. With its massive oil paintings and bronze statues,
the bank could be a museum.
Armed guards stroll the floor. Customers go about their
business. Carrying a large black briefcase, Rath steps
onto the checkered floor.
251 EXT. OUTDOOR CAFE - DAY 251
Set just off the plaza with a view of the side of the
hotel and the front of the bank. Electra sits on the
patio sipping a thick, almost sludgy espresso. She
hears Rath over her ear-piece.
I'm in the bank. He'll move now.
She scans the plaza, nervous.
I don't see him. I --
There. Across the Plaza. Bain glides through the crowd
like a shark. Headed for the Hotel Paraiso.
252 INT. BANK - DAY 252
Rath waits for a teller. Electra whispers in his ear.
253 EXT. OUTDOOR CAFE - DAY 253
The owner brings a second espresso, steps away. Electra
downs it in a gulp as she watches Bain disappear between
a gap in the boarded-up, burned-out hotel.
He's going in. He's in the
254 INT. BANK - DAY 254
Rath hears the fright in her voice.
That's what we want. Try a
Rath steps up to the TELLER.
May I help you, sir?
Yes. Could you check on a
transfer for me?
Rath slides a withdrawal ticket over.
255 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY7 255
Bain steps into the same room we saw him in last night.
He reaches overhead into some charred, half-collapsed
timbers, pulls down the silenced sniper's rifle.
Stepping to the window, Bain aims at the bank entrance.
Through the scope he follows an eiting man. The cross-
hairs are right on the man's forehead. Bain pulls the
Satisfied, Bain slaps a magazine into the rifle. Reach-
ing into his pocket he pulls out an orange. Watching
the bank, he starts to peel it. He reaches into a
duffel bag, pulls out his small keyboard and a set of
headphones. He plugs in the phones, begins to play,
always watching the bank.
256 INT. BANK - TELLER'S WINDOW - DAY 256
The Teller returns with a BANK OFFICIAL. He carries a
printed receipt, wears a great big smile.
Senor. We have received your
He hands the receipt to Rath who sees a "two", counts the
zeros after it. There are seven of them.
I want to close this account.
Could you get the paperwork
The smile fades.
Today? You wish to close the
Rath nods solemnly. No joking here.
How would you like the funds?
It's all the Official can do to keep from crossing him-
self. He looks around, catches the eye of the one man in
the building who looks even more official than he does --
the BANK PRESIDENT.
The President steps over, confers with his underling in
low tones. In Spanish. Occasionally the President
glances at Rath, but mostly he listens. Finally...
You're aware, Senor, that there
may be... a withdrawal fee?
Yes, I am.
The President looks to the Official, nods. As the
Official hurries off, the President looks back to Rath.
This will take some time.
I have all day.
257 EXT. SUN 257
High in the sky. White hot.
258 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY7 258
Bain sits in a charred chair staring out the window, his
back soaked with sweat. He rubs his eyes. One at a
time. He's afraid to blink lest he miss something. He
checks his watch, raising it to eye level, rather than
What are you doing in there?
The heat in the room makes it hard to even breathe.
There! A man walks out of the bank dressed like Rath.
Bain's body snaps erect. Leveling the rifle, he sites
the man's head. He's about to squeeze the trigger when
he realizes it's not Rath.
Bain wipes the sweat from his forehead, leaves a smear of
black from the charcoal. Fumbling for his bag, he pulls
out a container of bottled water. He drinks, never once
taking his eyes off the bank.
Relax, baby. Calmate...
259 EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY 259
The shadows are getting longer, stretching out toward the
260 INT. BANK - DAY 260
Rath sits in a big, highback leather chair. Cool as a
cucumber, he watches the traffic in the lobby. The big
clock reads 3:10.
Talk to me.
261 EXT. CAFE - DAY 261
Electra watches the hotel, a sith empty espresso cup
No sign of him. He's just sitting
up there, same as us.
INTERCUT the following:
262 INT. BANK/EXT. CAFE - DAY 262
No. I mean talk to me. Tell me
some of that weird stuff you
Electra smiles, thinks a beat. An old man in a beat
fedora passes by. Inspiration.
You know the expression, 'Mad as
Alice in Wonderland, right?
Yeah, but it's a real thing. Hat
makers, hatters, they used
mercurous nitrate to make felt
hats. They'd absorb it through
their skin and some of them went
insane. No one knew why at the
time. As long as their hats fit.
Rath is amused.
Tell me another one.
Well, there's 'Mad as a March
What's that, rabbit hat makers?
Hares are bold, wild in March.
March is when they mate.
I think the correct term is
'rutting.' Wild rutting bull
As Rath smiles to himself.
263 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY 263
Teeth gritted, Bain rocks side to side. He has to
urinate. Bad. He tries to scan the faces coming out
of the bank, but the situation has become intolerable.
Esto es una locura!
Always watching the bank, he grabs the empty water
bottle, unzips his pants and begins refilling it.
264 INT. BANK RESTROOM - DAY 264
INTERCUT Bain's discomfort with Rath in the bank's
elegant restroom. He stands at the sink, pats his hands
dry on a towel. Not a trace of sweat on his brow.
265 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY 265
Spotting someone exiting the bank, Bain drops the bottle
of urine, spilling it, to grab for his rifle. He looks
through the scope. Not Rath. As Bain curses...
266 EXT. CAFE - DAY 266
Concerned, the owner starts for Electra with another cup
of espresso. Seven empties dot her table. She looks
over, waves him off. No mas.
267 INT. BANK - DAY 267
The sun clock on the wall reads 5:10. After a long beat,
the MINUTE HAND CLICKS over to 5:11. PAN DOWN TO where
the Bank President approaches Rath.
Senor, we've deducted our fee
and are making a second count.
The funds will be available in
one half hour.
268 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY 268
The sun is getting low, filling the room with golden
light. Bain is just a knot by the window. As a large
group exit the bank, he scans faces through the scope.
Frantically as they disperse. No Rath.
Bain pounds the butt of the rifle down, splintering a
floorboard. He checks his watch. 5:47. In fifteen
minutes the bank will close. Maybe he missed him...
Bain stands up.
269 EXT. CAFE - DAY 269
Electra sits up almost in shock as she sees Bain emerge
from the shadows of the hotel. He moves with purpose,
shoving aside people who don't get out of his way.
270 INT. BANK - DAY 270
Rath looks up at the clock, frowns as he remembers.
He waited four minutes longer
than I did.
271 EXT. CAFE - DAY 271
Electra moves for the hotel, enters.
272 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - LOBBY - DAY 272
Watching her footing, Electra heads up the main stair-
case, on her way to the third floor.
273 INT. BANK - DAY 273
The Bank Official carries Rath's briefcase to the
President's desk. It looks heavy now. The President
looks to Rath who motions he'll be one moment.
Where are you?
274 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - BURNED-OUT HALLWAY - DAY 274
Electra counts doors, enters...
275 ROOM 302 275
I'm in 302.
She's ready to grab the rifle and run. The only problem
is, it's not here. She checks behind a blackened
mattress leaning against the wall. Nothing...
It's not here. The rifle's not here.
276 INT. BANK - DAY 276
Rath is horrified.
Get out of there.
277 EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY 277
Bain strides across the plaza, a maniac gleam in his eye.
The bank is just ahead.
278 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 278
Electra looks through the lathing into 301. Maybe she
has the wrong room. But as she turns, she spots it.
Bain's rifle stashed up in the rafter.
Wait. I got it!
279 INT. BANK - DAY 279
Relief replaces the nausea.
280 INT. BANK - DAY 280
As Bain charges in, Rath removes the ear-piece, pockets
281 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 281
But as Electra steps forward, the floor gives out at her
feet. She falls, jerks to a stop as her ribs wedge into
the hole. She cries out in pain.
282 INT. BANK - DAY 282
Soaked in sweat, his eyes covered by sunglasses, Bain
scans the lobby. Rath sits, waits, unaware of Electra's
Turning, Bain spots him. A man seemingly without a care
in the world. Confused, Bain's first instinct is to run.
But then, taking a breath, he starts for Rath.
How'd you know? Who told you?
History -- Nicolai. Fifteen years
ago I walked into this bank just
like you are now. That makes you
good. Because I was the best.
But right now you feel like a mark,
The words sting.
You think you've been sold out.
You don't trust anyone. It's the
first commandment. It's what
keeps you alive.
And you, Antiquado? Who can you
trust? No one. You're alone,
same as me.
If Bain only knew how wrong he really was.
283 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 283
Rath. I'm stuck.
No answer. Electra follows the ear-piece cord to the
transmitter unit under her shirt. A tug reveals it's
smashed from the fall.
284 INT. BANK - DAY 284
Bain's nervous, watching anyone who comes near them.
Why the sunglasses, kid? Can't
you look me in the eye?
Bain turns defiantly toward him, seething with energy.
You and Nicolai. Me and you.
History will repeat.
If you were really a student of
history, you'd know we're just
pawns. The contractor is number
Not listening, Bain glances toward the back of the bank.
There's sixteen million coming
out of there. I could give it to
you right now to let me walk. You
wouldn't take it.
You're pathetic. You sound like
No. I just know where you're
Bain takes off his sunglasses, looks Rath in the eye.
Bain suddenly doesn't look so nervous.
I tell you, that night, in the
cab, I thought I was lucky to
be alive. Now I think different.
You were the lucky one.
Rath sits calmly, stares back at him.
You're right. I am lucky.
No more chit chat.
A beat. And then, Bain winks.
Turning, he heads for the exit. As he disappears, Rath
reaches into his jacket, sticks his ear-piece back in.
Electra, where are you?
No answer. Rath frowns.
285 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY 285
Panic is setting in as Electra struggles in vain to free
286 INT. BANK - DAY 286
Rath looks up as the Bank President and guards step over.
One carries the briefcase.
Everything is in order, Senor.
287 EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY 287
Trying to look three different ways at once, Bain crosses
the plaza in long, pounding strides.
288 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY 288
Slowly, painfully, carefully, Electra eases herself from
the hole she's in. Almost out, she slips back.
289 INT. BANK - $16,000,000 - DAY 289
in the open briefcase. Held by one of the guards. The
Bank President closes it, looks over at Rath.
This is awkward, not really my
affair. But I was told you would
give us something. In return.
The guards look formidable. As Rath's eyes narrow.
290 EXT. HOTEL PARAISO - DAY 290
As Bain blasts inside...
291 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY 291
Almost out, Electra pulls herself free. It hurts. And
then, she hears BAIN TEARING UP the hotel STAIRS.
292 INT. BANK - DAY 292
As Rath hands the disc over to the almost apologetic Bank
President. He sticks it in a scanner similar to the one
Bain used. The light flashes green. It checks out. The
guard hands Rath the briefcase. The President gestures
toward the exit. The clock reads 6:03.
And now, we are closed, Senor.
293 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 302 - DAY7 293
Electra reaches to the rafter, but can't quite get the
rifle. Bain sounds awfully close. Terrified, she
294 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - 3RD FLOOR HALL - DAY 294
Here he comes. Like a wild beast. He charges into...
295 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 295
Electra is gone. Bain charges to the spot, on tiptoes,
pulls down his rifle and bag. Whipping to the window,
he sites through the scope. The stairs are empty.
Step outside, Rath. Step outside
and I'll set you free.
ANGLE BEHIND BURNED MATTRESS-
Here she is. Trembling, Electra peeks out, sees Bain's
back. At the window. Fifteen feet away.
296 INT. BANK - DAY 296
Rath walks toward the exit, closely followed by the
guards and Bank President. One long walk. Like a
man being released from prison, or is he on his way
to eecution dock? We'll know in a few moments.
297 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 297
Bain's attention is riveted to the hotel steps.
Come on. Orgulloso toro. I got the
sword right here. There's no shame.
I promise you won't feel a thing.
Behind him, behind the mattress, Electra raises Rath's
.22, her hand shaking like crazy.
298 INT. BANK - EXIT - DAY 298
No flood of light this time. In fact, it looks dark
outside. Rath is crowded from behind by the guards.
Thank you for your business, Senor.
Practically pushed into taking a step outside, every-
thing is suddenly spinning out of his control. As the
big doors shut behind him...
299 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 299
Bain has Rath in the doorway. Not quite a clean shot,
but Bain's willing to wait.
Take a step. Just one little step.
Electra's knuckles are white around the .22's grip. But
she can't pull the trigger. Bain isn't a cowboy and she's
not an Indian.
300 EXT. BANK - DOORWAY - DAY 300
Rath looks from side to side. There's no car waiting.
In fact, the Plaza is nearly deserted.
Electra? Are you there?
Head down, there's only one way to find out. Rath
starts down the stairs.
301 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 301
Bain leans forward, his aim rock steady.
The crosshairs are an "X" on the top of Rath's head.
Look up. I want to see your eyes.
Electra better act. Now's not the time to be a voyeur.
302 EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY 302
Rath stops, slowly looks up. He sees the rifle's long
silencer jut from the window, Bain's shadow beyond it.
He's a dead man, but the worst part is not knowing where
Electra is. Was he deserted? Is she in trouble? In
another second, it won't matter.
303 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 303
About to pull the trigger, Bain hesitates...
304 BAIN'S POV - THROUGH RIFLE SCOPE 304
He sees the mic in Rath's ear, the cord snaking under
305 ROOM 302 305
Bain frowns, then sniffs the air. There's something
strangely familiar in it.
Bain whips a look back over his shoulder, sees Rath's
.22, Electra who practically shrugs in apology.
The .22 SILENCER kisses the air. Bain's shoulder erupts
306 EXT. PLAZA COLON - DAY 306
Pigeons take wing as Rath sees the RIFLE twist up, FIRE
wildly into the sky. A beat and Rath dashes forward.
307 INT. ROOM 302 - DAY 307
The rifle dropped, Bain grabs his bag and charges for the
wall. Electra FIRES TWICE more, misses twice as Bain
crashes through the lathing into...
308 ROOM 301 308
Stumbling blind, he falls. The floor opens beneath him
to let him pass.
309 EXT. PLAZA COLON - CAFE - DAY 309
Rath races for the hotel. Past a man picking up coffee
310 INT. THE HOTEL PARAISO - ROOM 301 - DAY 310
Electra steps up. The .22 trained on the hole, she
looks down. Bain's bag is there, but the man himself
is nowhere in sight. A ghost. Electra moves.
311 INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY 311
Bain on his back, aiming his own .22 at her footsteps
overhead. He FIRES.
312 INT. 3RD FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY 312
There's no warning blast, just BULLETS silently drill-
ing the floor at her feet. Electra runs, aware the
floor could collapse under any given footfall.
313 INT. 2ND FLOOR HALLWAY - DAY 313
Bain moves to the railing, aims at the stairs.
Electra appears on the landing above, freezes as she
realizes she's eposed.
Rath in the lobby. Before Bain can target him, he's
So is Electra.
Two against one. Is that your
edge, Rath? You didn't take the
mark. You took the bribe.
Bain starts for the stairs.
I'll take her, even the odds!
I think he's serious, Rath!
314 ROOM 205 314
Rath pulls himself up through a hole in the floor.
You've got something of mine,
315 3RD FLOOR HALLWAY 315
Electra looks at the .22, gauges Rath's position from his
When do you want it back?!
316 ATRIUM - HALLWAY BALCONIES 316
Electra appears at the third floor balcony. Rath at the
second, a little further down. Bain turns the corner on
As Electra tosses Rath the .22, Bain FIRES. Time slows.
Rath's hand closes around the gun even as he's hit in
the shoulder. Stumbling back, he RETURNS FIRE.
Electra has disappeared from the railing as Bain con-
tinues after her. And getting to his feet...
Rath gets to his feet and motors.
317 3RD FLOOR 317
Light plays through the lathing. Every creak could
mean your life. INTERCUT BETWEEN Rath, Electra and
Bain as they play the equivalent of the hedge-maze
Bain FIRES at a shadow moving against a wall three
Electra nearly steps into a gaping hole as she looks
back at a sound behind her.
Rath wheels as the Electra WHISPERED NAME "Rath" ECHOES
oddly. No way to tell where it came from.
318 3RD FLOOR HALLWAY 318
The full length stretched before us. Electra steps
out from a room. Rath appears at the other end. As
she starts toward him, Bain steps out from the opposite
end. She's about to get caught in one hellacious
As Electra hits the deck, Bain leaps forward with a
rebel yell. The two men unload their silent .22's.
Sprinting at each other. Bain shouting.
Rath jerks to a sinew-stretching stop as his right leg
goes through the flooring. He FIRES...
And as Bain's hit in the thigh, he goes down. Disappears h)f
through the floor right at Electra's feet.
319 INT. FLOORS - DAY 319
MOVE WITH Bain as he tumbles. Breaking, then continuing
his fall at each floor he encounters.
320 3RD FLOOR HALLWAY 320
Rath and Electra look THROUGH the hole. No ghost this
time. Bain's down there. Motionless, nearly buried
in debris. Rath looks up at Electra.
Rath starts down the hall. A beat and Electra is
following right behind him.
321 INT. HOTEL PARAISO - LOBBY - DAY 321
The light from the lowering sun slips through gaps,
cracks and broken window panes, casting surreal patterns.
Rath steps over to where Bain lies broken. .22 aimed at
Bain, he turns to face Electra as she comes up behind.
They embrace a moment before he pulls away. The only way
to describe him is pissed with joy.
You weren't supposed to be here.
What happened? What the hell
Before Electra can explain...
That's no way to talk to a lady.
322 INT. LOBBY - DAY 322
A chill down Rath's spine. He wheels, but the voice has
no source. Till The CONTRACTOR steps out of the shadows,
holds a .22 about a foot from Electra's head.
It's been a long time, my friend.
Rath turns, is stunned at the sight.h)g
The years have been good to you,
Put it down.
Nicolai motions to Rath's gun. Rath has no choice. He
drops it. Nicolai gestures toward Bain.
(as Rath nods)
I never pictured him so young.
shame. Second best after all.
Electra can't believe what's happening. She looks from
Nicolai to Rath.
You killed him.
Nicolai opens his jacket to reveal a bulletproof vest.
Walking out of that bank was the
worst moment of my life.
He always went for the heart.
Nicolai holds up a flattened slug, tosses it to Rath who
lets it land on the floor.
Fifteen years, fifteen goddamn
years you let me think I killed
you. You sonuvabitch.
You're forgetting you shot me.
Rath can't argue the facts.
The Cold War was ending. I needed
to die. To leave no past behind.
You delivered me.
(looks to Electra)
You, my darling, must be the mark.
And you, my darling, must be the
(nods; to Rath)
I'm disappointed, Robert. You
were supposed to kill her.
Rath is the only one aware that Bain has come to.
With his free hand, Nicolai pulls the disc from his
pocket, looks to Electra.
You're a thief. A good one.
(looks to Rath)
I had to use both my best to
track you down.
Let me guess. There's something
on there that would bring you
back to life.
You're very good. Also a shame.
Rath and Nicolai regard each other grimly. A moment of
truth is at hand.
Hey, can't you two just kiss and
Nicolai smiles at her, picks the briefcase up off the
ground. At the same time, Bain's hand moves almost
imperceptibly to his gun a few inches away.
This is sad for me, Robert.
Sentimental, but I didn't want
to find you alive.
First things first.
Nicolai motions Rath to take a step aside. Nicolai moves
forward. Leaning over Bain, he holds the .22 to the base
of his skull. The coup-de-grace.
Always make sure. You should've
As Nicolai's finger tightens, Rath dives for his own gun.
Nicolai swings his aim for Rath enabling Bain to grab
his own .22.
Bain FIRES from the rubble, drills Nicolai up through the
Nicolai drops. Rath rolls to his feet, aims at Bain who
swings his aim to Rath. But neither man fires.
Don't do this.
Finally, Bain sticks out his free hand.
Help me up, will you?
Rath takes his hand, pulls Bain, bloody, covered in soot,
to his feet. As Rath stares down at Nicolai.
Bain considers the implications.
That would make me number one.
I can live with that. Can you?
Bain turns his aim away. Rath does the same. Electra
breathes a sigh of relief. Rath moves toward her.
I'm sorry, Rath.
Rath freezes as he hears the HAMMER COCK behind him.
Bain has him dead, the .22 aimed at the back of Rath's
As long as you're out there,
I'll never be number one.
Feeling like a fool, Rath looks across at Electra.
beat. In a moment of compassion, Bain turns his aim away.
You want to say goodbye?
Rath has nothing to say. He just looks at her.
In response, Electra raises her sunglasses, slides them
on. Like she's withdrawing away at the end. But wait.
That's not it at all.
Rath's eyes flicker wide as he sees Bain in the lens
reflection. Rath knows eactly where he's standing.
Bain realizes as well. As he moves to fire...
The side of Rath's coat blossoms as Rath SHOOTS through
it. Like a Wild West trick shooter.
Hit in the chest, the gun slips from Bain's hand. His
eyes flicker from his wound to Rath. Rath stares back.
Bain goes down hard. He's dead.
Rath and Electra come together. A beat and they start
out. On the way, Electra scoops up the briefcase.
moment more and they're gone.
323 OMITTED 323
FADE TO BLACK.