Scene 15
[Fade in to Bruce's apartment. Bright sunlight streams in through the
windows. The city skyline is accented with bright pinpoints of light. White
puffy clouds float through the sky. Birds chirp, street sweepers sweep. A
Boston Globe truck cuts a taxi off. Pan Bruce's apartment.The camera
travles at just above floor level through the apartment. People lay
scattered on the furniture and the floor, the food on the buffet table is
gone. Several large trashbags overflow with beer cups and paperplates.
Greg lays ontop of the kitchen counter, head tilted back over the edge.
Tech1 and Tech2 sit in front of Bruce's television playing a Pony
Funstation driving game. Karen is curled up on one of the love seats with a
blanket and a pillow. Camera moves slowly through the apartment to the
divider to Bruce's bedroom. Dave and Vivienne lay under a large bulky
comforter in Bruce's bed. Bruce's alarm goes off. It is 9 am. Both of them
slowly awake. They look around and see each other.]
Dave: Morning.
Vivienne: Yeah...it is...how much wine did I have?
Dave: I don't remember, I just remember Bruce pulling out a bottle of
Tequila around 11 30.
[Vivienne starts to giggle.]
Vivienne: Dave!!!
Dave: What?
[Vivienne's eyes go wide]
Vivienne: If you're not doing that then who is?
[She sits up and rips the cover's back. Bruce lays between them. Bruce
sits up, and looks around incoherently, and tosses a palm sized automatic
onto the floor next to the bed.]
Bruce: profressor, those conlcusions about the Byzantine Empire are
ridiculous!
[He falls back onto the bed]
Dave: What the hell is he talking about?
[Karen walks into the bedroom.]
Karen: He did his honors thesis in undergrad on Empires of Europe...we need
to get him out of bed...if he doesn't get up by 9, he'll be asleep until 4
this afternoon.
Karen: I'm not going to wake him up, I tried that once in London...he
started yelling at me about Constantinople...
Dave: it's Istanbul
Vivienne: Now it's Constantinople...anyway...Karen are you really getting married?
Karen: Why?
Vivienne: Because all I really remember about last night, is Bruce pouring me
more wine, and talking about you.
Karen: let's get him out of bed...
[The three of them prop Bruce forward. He falls back, unmoving.]
Karen: Why don't the two of you go get some coffee brewing, the boys are
still playing the Funstation...
[Dave and Vivienne walk about of the partitioned bedroom area over to the
kitchen. The hear a loud yell in the distance. The voice belongs to Bruce]
Bruce: You vindictive little-
[Another shrill yell cuts off the expletive]
Vivienne: Allright, let's move it Casey....
[Vivienne and Bruce emerge from the bedroom, Bruce is dring his hair with
a towel, his tshirt is soaking wet.]
Bruce: and Heinlen thought it was the moon that was a harsh mistress.
Karen: So what's today's plan?
Dave: We recover from our hangover's and then Vivienne, Greg, the techs and
I break into the CallOps server. What about you?
Karen: I'm not hung over actually...I watched a movie in Bruce's bedroom
until the loveseat finally cleared off last night. I think I'm going to
grab a few people and clean this place up...it's a disaster.
Dave: What about you Bruce.
Bruce: grrrrrrr
Dave: Good plan.
Bruce: Coffee.
[Dave pours him a cup. He downs the entire thing]
Bruce: More, and orange juice.
[Vivienne gets a carton of orange juice from the walk in. She hands it to
Bruce over Greg's still sleeping body, Bruce opens it and drinks it down]
Bruce: Simon and I have some things to do.
Vivienne: Like what?
Bruce: Cleaning up a few details with the Monolith plan.
Karen: Are you going to work out of your apartment Dave, or from here?
Bruce: Here
Karen: Dave does have more equipment there.
Bruce: Here and that's the end of it.
Vivienne: Bruce is something going on?
[Bruce drinks another cup of coffee and stares at the kitchen counter.]
Bruce: Diane is the Monolith spy. She's going to try to hit either Simon or
me before the end of the weekend. This place is a fortress, I had the
building refurbished to withstand a bomb blast, the windows are made of
Armorlite. Have fric and frac over there move the equipment here, and then
do what you have to do.
Vivienne: So this detail is Diane? Why not let me go with you then?
Bruce: No, she's out of your league, Simon and I will take care of her.
Vivienne: Bruce you haven't been in the field for at least 3 years, I-
Bruce: I said no, and I'm not going to argue. You stay here, you work from
here, all of you, until I call.
Dave: She's that dangerous...I never would have guessed from looking at her.
[Greg's eyes snap open.]
Greg: you should see her do a cartwheel.
[Greg gets down off of the counter and starts to make another pot of coffee]
Bruce: I need to get moving. Clear the riff raff that's left in my living
room out of here.
[Bruce walks back into his bedroom]
Vivienne: I've never seen him in this bad of a mood.
Karen: Me either.
[Cut to Simon. He is dressed the same way he was the day before. He draws
a full syringe of blue liquid and pats his arm. He swabs the crook of his
elbow with alcohol and gives himself an injection .He fills three handgun
clips with ammunition, and then goes on to fill a banana clip as well. He
puts a 4th clip into a silenced 9mm, and holsters it in a shoulder rig. He
lifts up his shirt, and places the remaining handgun clips into nylon
pouches attached to his belt. We see he is wearing a Kevlar vest underneath
his jersey. He tosses the bannana clip into a duffel bag, he picks a an H&K
MP-5 out of the bag, and pops another clip into it. He puts it back into
the duffel bag. He grabs his black field jacket off of a coat rack, puts it
and his sunglasses on, and heads up a shallow set of stairs to the backyard
of his house. He gets into his van and pulls out of his driveway. Cut to
the van pulling onto the highway. he checks his rearview, there is a car
following 4 lengths behind]
Simon: Not bad Maureen...you learned well, follow the target during an
established habit...
[The drive continues, and eventually Simon pulls into a park. There are
children playing soccer in a nearby field. Simon gets out with a Metro
Soccer League hat on , and walks over to the group of parents standing at
the sidelines]
Simon: Morning everybody.
Woman: hey Simon, didn't know if you were going to make it this
morning...kids missed you...by the way, Claire is doing alot better since
you've been working with her. Noone has made a goal on her this game]
Simon: that's great, how's Peter doing?
Woman: allright, he still wants to bicycle kick like Pele.
Simon: I'll teach him next practice.
[Pan out, Simon walks up and down the sideline pointing to different kids
and clapping, paying no attention to the surrounding park. Cut to Diane's
view. She is wearing jeans and a camoflage shirt. She watches simon through
a digital scope]
Diane: how would you feel Simon, if I splattered the three soccer mom's on
your 3 o'clock with what would be left of your head?
[View through Diane's scope.The soccer game continues and eventually
breaks up. Simon stands talking to one of the fathers and his boy ,until
everyone else has left. The park is empty except for the two of them.
Finally the father looks at his watch and shakes hands with Simon. Simon
kicks the soccer ball around, lights a cigarette, picks the ball up, and
heads back to his van. The father and sun dissapear out of the parking lot.
Simon looks at his watch. He speaks without moving his lips, as he walks,
he is counting.]
Simon: one, two three, four,
[Cut to Diane]
Diane: Five.
[She squeezes the trigger back on the rifle. There is no report, just the
sound of quickly escaping air. She watches Simon fall near the hood of his
van through the scope.]
Diane: This is going to be fun.
[Cut to Bruce in his bedroom. He sits on the edge of his bed lacing his
boots. A small four inch knife, and a silenced .22 sit on the bed next to
him. He holster's the gun, and puts a dark green down vest.
He picks up the knife and sheathes it in a hip rig. he checks his watch
which is blinking. The digital display is a compass readout. Karen walks
into the bedroom]
Karen: You okay?
Bruce: yeah.
Karen: You wan't to talk about it?
Bruce: I don't have the time.
Karen: okay...
[Karen looks at him and then stares at the floor.]
Karen: I'm sorry about...
Bruce: I was being an asshole. I apologize.
[Bruce reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small 3x1 manilla envelope.
He holds it out to her.]
Bruce: Take this.
[She takes it slowly from warily from his hand]
Bruce: It's the key to a safety deposit box on State Street...I'll want it
when I get back.
[He leans over, kisses her on the cheek, and walks out of the bedroom. The
camera follows him as he heads for the lift.]
Dave: Leaving Bruce?
[Bruce doesn't turn or stop]
Bruce: Take care of them Dave. Remember noone leaves until I call...
Dave: What if you don't call?
[Bruce turns around in the lift to face them and shuts the gate. he leans
over and pulls the lever. He appears not to have heard Dave. He stares
across the apartment in the direction of his bedroom as the lift goes down.]
Vivienne: Dave...
[Vivienne puts her hand on his shoulder]
Vivienne: If he doesn't call, he's dead. I'm going to go see if Karen's okay.
[Dave looks across the apartment to bruce's office area where Tech1 and
Tech2 have set up 4 separate computers. He pulls the Novia cell phone
containing Sal out of his pocket.]
Dave: Allright guys, let's do this.
[Cut to the HotChoc 9000. Close up of it's display]
Configuring....configuring....network protocol established.
Sub process reconstruction: COMPLETE
Memory Review: COMPLETE
Memory download review: COMPLETE
AI functionality: REINITIATION IN PROGRESS...waiting....waiting....waiting...
[Cut to Bruce. he is in the garage below, he walks over to a car which is
concealed under a tarp. he pulls the tarp off and rolls it up into a ball.
It's a black Crown Victoria he gets inside, and starts it. There is a small
black bag on the passenger seat. He opens it and presses a green plastic
button. It starts to beep. ]
[Cut to Diane and Simon. They are in a large metal room. Simon opens his
eyes slowly, and looks up, he sees a hatch high above. They are in the
cargo hold of a ship. He is handcuffed to a metal chair which is bolted to
the floor. He does not move. Diane's voice echoes through the hold]
Diane: Design look familiar Simon? It's the same kind of freighter you
locked trapped 17 of my friends on 6 years ago...don't try to say anything,
you can't, not yet. I shot you with a pretty eclectic mix of chemicals.
Sympathetic nervous system inhibitor for one...can't have you quiet
forever, there are a few things I need to know....I'll wait.
[Cut to Bruce's apartment. The small cell phone is hooked by a small wire
into a laptop. Sal's voice comes out of the speakers]
Sal: What now?
Dave: Access the Remora group CallOps server.
[There is a series of digital beeps]
Sal: Access granted.
Dave: Access Monolith CallOps server link...password "peekaboo"
Sal: working...working... Access granted.
Dave: list rights and privileges
Sal: Full system rights, encrypted files excluded.
Dave: give me a screen listing of the available directories Sal.
[The laptop screen displays a network tree, the bottom of the screen says
"More"]
Dave: Access these directories Sal..."Call Routing", "Root file", and
"Business Planning"
Sal: The directory is accessed, but encrypted.
Dave: Download the directory.
Sal: Working.....
[Classical music begins to play while they wait]
Sal: Download complete.
Dave: Can you decrypt it? and how long will it take?
Sal: 2 hrs 23 mins. and 18 secs... shall I begin decryption now?
Dave: Will it take all of your processing time?
Sal: I'll be able to issue a warning if there is a network breach or
detection of access.
Dave: Go to it then.
[A digital timer appears on the screen, and begins to count down.]
Tech1: So what do we do now?
Dave: you test all of those programs?
Tech2: Solid, if they're re-encrypted by the AI149 here, there's no way
they can remove them, even if they could find them, if they even knew they
were there....
Tech1: Unless of course they have an AI-150 APM...in which case it will
take them 3 minutes to undo everything we've done.
Dave: in that case we wait...
[Cut to Karen and Vivienne, they are in Bruce's bedroon which is
partitioned off from the rest of the apartment, with its own large panel
window. Karen stands looking out the window. She holds a glass of Scotch.]
Vivienne: Did Bruce give you the ring?
Karen: yeah...I don't think he meant to...I don't know...
Vivienne: He didn't mean too?
Karen: it was part of a cover the fact he was hanging around with Simon
trying to figure out the Diane problem, he had talked to her on the phone
the other day, mentioned buying a gift etc, on the surface I'm sure he figured enough people from Remora would be
here the story would need to stick. Buy him and Simon more time or
something. Keep her from knowing they were on to her.
Vivienne: who is she.
[Karen continues to look out the window.]
Karen: A former operative in Bruce's section. Now she works for Monolith,
and she's absolutely ruthless. Thats why he's keeping you out of it.
Vivienne: It's an awfully nice ring to be a cover.
Karen: yes, it is a nice ring, and he comes back here alive I'm going to
beat the shit out of him for doing this to me.
Vivienne: Simon will take care of him.
Karen: I hope so.
[Cut to Simon handcuffed to the chair]
Diane: You know Simon, this is almost like the end of one of those cheesy
B-grade spy movies they always play late at night...the master assassin
captured by his protege, with no visible means of escape, waiting patiently
for his long time friend and coworker to come bail him out of the situation
and kill the antagonist.
[Simon's eye's move to the left and right trying to pinpoint her voice]
Diane: thing is, I want Bruce to find you...I owe you both so much...Bruce
chose me because he knew I was suited to this kind of work, and you, well
you taught me everything I know. The things Bruce could never do himself.
The things that none of use ever talk about really...
[Simon speaks, his voice croaking]
Simon: You were a good student Maureen.....perhaps my best....let's get
this over with.
Diane: good you're talking again...no not just yet...I want Bruce to see
you die...and then I'm going to dump you in the harbor, like you left me in
the middle of the Atlantic....except there isn't going to be a Monolith sub
waiting to fish you out of the water..
Diane: of course, I need to find out what the two of you have planned...I'm
not going to bother with you, you'd never tell me anyway...Bruce
though...he doesn't strike me as the type that responds too well to pain.
[Cut to Bruce's apartment. Dave sits in front of the laptop, watching the
count down, he sips from a large mug of coffee. It is counting down from 57
minutes]
Dave: Come on sweetheart...do your thing.
[Cut to Bruce, he drives along a pier slowly, checking the top display on
the range finder next to him in the car. A police cruiser follows along
behind him. He stops and waves them forward. The car doesn't move. He flips
a switch on the dash, and blue lights flash on his dash. The crusier pulls
forward next to him. Bruce rolls down his window.]
Bruce: hey guys, I'm on the job, and you're making it harder okay?
Cop1: You got ID?
[Bruce reaches into the vests left breast pocket with his left hand, and
flips open a set of FBI credentials]
Cop2: You're bureau? I ain't never seen you before.
Cop1: and where's your partner, I've never seen a Bureau guy alone before.
Bruce: SA Bruce Casey, New York Field Office, Foreign CounterIntelligence
Division, call the office if you want.
[Bruce passes a business card out the window to the cop in the passenger
side.]
Cop1: Foreign what?
Bruce: CounterIntelligence...
Cop2: What's that?
Bruce: Listen, I'm sure what I am about to say is going to increase your
love of Federal officers, but if you guys don't get the fuck out of here
NOW, I'm going to have both of you suspended, without pay for obstructing a
federal Investigation... got it?
Cop1: no need to be an asshole...were going to check you out, if you aren't
legit, were coming back!
[The car pulls away]
Bruce: you do that. Locals....
[Bruce checks the range finder. The beeping noise has turned to a solid
tone. He looks in the direction of the digital compass. He sees the
lettering on the back of a cargo ship docked several hundred yards away.]
Bruce: Ironic little bitch aren't you?
[The name Anna Celeste adorns the stern in 12 foot high white letters. Cut
to Simon]
Diane: Well Bruce is here, time to get some fresh sea air.
[Diane/Maureen appears out of the shadows. she holds Simon's gun to the
back of his head as she unlocks the two sets of hands cuffs he is secured
to the chair with]
Diane: Stand up.
[Simon stands,
Diane: put them back on...both pair.
[ Simon resecures the handcuffs]
Diane: tighter Simon, don't want you slipping out of them.
[As he clicks the cuffs on tighter, she pulls out a pair of ankle chains
from her back pocket. she has stepped several feet away and holds the
silenced .22 on him]
Diane: put these on
[he puts the ankle chains on.]
Diane: You always were somewhat predictable Simon...Smith and Wesson .22,
same kind you used on me...a face shot Simon....really, always make the
head shot to be sure...I like my new face though, it was expensive, but
worth it.
Simon: Your sister will always be prettier.
[Diane steps forward and hits him across the face with the butt of the
.22, he falls to the ground, having gone weak in the knees. She makes a
wide circle around him, she drags the chair with her, she picks his hands
up and places them around the chair.
Diane: See you upstairs sweetie...your boyfriend is here.
[The squak of a high band police scanner emanates faintly from Diane's
field vest. "yeah he checks out unit 14, get out of there"]
Diane: all of Bruce's help just left... and I know he doesn't trust my
sister enough to bring her here to kill me.
Simon: You know something Maureen, you had a lot of promise.
Diane: Whatever, money makes the world go round Simon, for all your cool,
your idealism is going to get you dead, real fast, you should have come in
with us, instead of setting us up like that. You killed my second family. I
know it wasn't personal, never is with you.
Simon: That's where you're wrong Maureen, it was personal. I thought I had
trained you all better.
Diane: maybe you trained us too well...
[She lifts him up to the roof of the cargo bay, and hits another button,
two large doors open]
Diane: be up in a minute sweetie!
[Cut to Bruce. He is climbing up the ladder on the side of the ship]
[Cut to Diane. She lowers operates a crane hook on the deck of the ship
and lowers it into the hold she looks over the edge and guides the hook to
the chair and hooks Simon's hands in it. She slowly lifts him up through
the hold doors. She swings the crane hook over the edge of the ship. And
then disappears off camera. Bruce clears the top deck, and sees Simon.
Bruce looks around cautiously.
Bruce: Allright Maureen. I'm here. Let's get this done with!
Diane: Everybody is in such a rush!
Bruce: I have a lunch date this afternoon, i try to get all my errands with
traiterous psychopathic bitches done early in the day!
Diane: You set us up Casey!
Bruce: you broke the rules kiddo....
Diane: tell you what, why don't I kill Simon, and then we talk about it.
[Diane moves quickly from behind a cargo container, and fires an
unsilenced 9mm, Simon flinches. Bruce returns fire and she takes cover once
again.]
Bruce: Simon??
Simon: I'm hit bad Bruce...just kill the bitch already will you?
[Bruce crouches and watches the cargo container. He stares at the console.
in a sudden movement he runs and dives forward into a shoulder roll and
comes up in front of the crane control. He hit's the release button, and
Simon falls off into the water below. As he stands, Diane appears from
behind another container and shoots him in the knee. Bruce falls and groans
in agony]
Bruce: Jesus...you just don't play nice do you?
[He fires a few shots in her general direction and crawls towards better
cover. He ends up under a large spindle of metal cable]
Diane: Can't hide forever Bruce...
[Bruce looks at his watch.]
Diane: tell you what, tell me what everyone's plans are and I'll do it
quick, that way you don't need to think about how you just drowned your
friend.
Bruce: sorry, can't do that.
[Bruce crawls slowly from underneath the metal cable along side another
container. Blood trails behind him Another 10 shots ring out above his head
ricocheting off the container]
Bruce: you need to requalify with that thing Diane.
Diane: Actually I want to kill you with your friends gun, I'm in the mood
to be dramatic today. God Bruce, you're bleeding all over the place.
[Bruce cradles his knee. He puts his back to the container. Diane comes
around the corner with Simon's .22 levelled at his head]
Diane: details Bruce, and don't even try to shoot me, I'll put a bullet
through your head in a New York second.
[Simon appears behind Diane]
Simon: No you won't Maureen.
[Diane/ Maureen Agincourte spins around and fires three rounds at Simon's
chest. He just stands there]
Simon: Blanks...
[Bruce raises his gun, and fires three times into her back. She drops to
the deck and Simon looks down at her. His jacket and shirt are torn, but he
isn't bleeding.]
Bruce: What took you so long?
Simon: It only took me a minute and a half to get back up here, I just
wanted to see what would happen.
Bruce: Great.
[Bruce's face is filled with agony.]
Bruce: I need to go to the hospital now, you think?
Simon: Yeah, let's get you up on a flat surface first.
[Simon helps Bruce over to a few crates and lays him back]
Simon: Let me dump her overboard.
[Simon walks over to where Diane lays on the deck. He takes the .22 out of
her hand and replaces the clip with a new one, and shoots her once in the
side of the head. Cut to him pushing her body over the rail. He tosses the
guns the two guns over the rail after her.]
Simon: how you feel?
Bruce: My knee, or the fact that after giving orders from a desk for 12
years I just got my hands dirty.
Simon: the dirty part...
Bruce: Like shit...
Simon: good
[Simon and Bruce stare at each other]
Bruce: let's get out of here...
[Simon helps Bruce up off the crates. The camera stays in position as they
walk back toward the stern]
Simon: this wasn't part of the plan, if you think I'm going to enjoy
carrying your ass down to the pier you're crazy...
Bruce: I'll give you a raise...
Simon: you're retiring...
Bruce: I'll make sure I do it before I leave...
Simon: I'm supposed to believe an administrator..."I'll be watching out for
you?" what a crock, she could have been flaying me alive down
there...you're probably hung over too.....
Bruce: hey....you said all of the bullets were going to be rubber!!
Simon: so I missed one...if she had acted like I taught her, we'd both be
dead, the security in her building really sucks by the way, I wouldn't move
there...and you...coming out from cover like that...
Bruce: missed one, you TAUGHT her to shoot for the knee....
[Simon stares.]
okay, I've always sucked with field work
Simon: did you forget that whole North south easet west thing with the
range finder? Unbelievable...and that drop...good thing I served on a
carrier......
Bruce: you know she probably rigged this thing to explode....
Simon: I disarmed it last night......
[Fade to Bruce's apartment.]
Dave: We're in...
[The timer on the laptop runs out]
Sal: Decryption complete...rewriting and re-encrypting files.
Dave: They are going to have a very very bad Monday....
Sal: Full system access granted.
[Cut to the HotChoc9000, zoom on display]
Time to AI functionality: 00:00:00:23
[The display flashes....the display becomes solid and text streams across
the screen]
HotChoc: Simon has seen the Manchurian Candidate way too many times...
Accessing Monolith Network: Initiate AI-149(NSA modified) APM decryption
unit.
Access: GRANTED
REQUESTING: full system control.....GRANTED
Accessing email system....sending memo from Magnus Reece...to Huey, Dewey,
Looie
Locate Magnus Reece: Working....working.....working.....working.....