RUSH HOUR

                     Original Screenplay

                             by

                        Ross LaManna







FADE IN:

EXT.  LOS ANGELES - DAY

The whole dysfunctional megalopolis, beige and blurry in the
summer smog. If this is the American Dream, do me a favor and
wake me up.


EXT.  LAX - DAY

The traffic loop outside the terminals is gridlocked -- mostly
with stretch limousines.


INT.  LAX - (INCLUDE NEWS REPORT MONTAGE) - DAY

Inside, the airport is done up with festive posters, streamers
and banners: Welcome - Pacific Partners Summit

A planeload of cheerful CHINESE DELEGATES come into the
crowded terminal. Some sport red T-shirts with a picture of
Mao wearing Mickey Mouse ears.

They get onto the people mover, passing by a TV REPORTER:


                          REPORTER
                    (to TV CAMERA)
              Eager to mend its tarnished image,
              Los Angeles has really put out the
              welcome mat for tomorrow's summit.
              The city promises quite a party as
              leaders from Japan, China, South
              Korea, Australia, the U.S. and
              others begin talks for the largest
              free-trade treaty in history.


The SCENE changes to TAPE of DELEGATES from other countries
arriving.

Then, we see massive SECURITY PREPARATIONS all around the city.


                          REPORTER (VO)
                    (continuing)
              The one sour note is North Korea,
              the only Pacific Rim country not
              participating. There are rumors of
              secret meetings with North Korean
              representatives, but U.S. officials
              insist the North must first hold
              democratic elections, and halt its
              nuclear weapons program -- as they
              claimed to have done back in 1995.


We CUT TO a heated debate in the UN SECURITY COUNCIL.

Then ARTILLERY FIRE over the Korean DMZ.

The SCENE returns to LAX.



                          REPORTER (VO)
                    (continuing)
              Tensions remain high since last
              year's skirmishes between North Korea
              and the U.S. So any chance of the
              communist North joining the Pacific
              Partners seems highly unlikely.



                                             DISSOLVE TO:



EXT.  FREMONT PLACE - DAY


An exclusive, walled-off section of Hancock Park. There's only
one route in and out, past a manned guardhouse on Wilshire.


EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY


A Colonial-style mansion, surrounded by an imposing, wrought-
iron fence. There is a bronze plaque, in English and Korean,
next to the entranceway:


                           Consulate
                            of the
             Democratic People's Republic of Korea


The driveway gate opens and a long, black Mercedes with tinted
windows and diplomatic license plates glides out.


INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY


An alert North Korean CORPORAL watches the perimeter MONITORS.
He pushes a switch to close the gate behind the Mercedes.


EXT.  UTILITY POLE - OLYMPIC BLVD - DAY


From atop a pole outside the south wall, a man with binoculars
overlooks the private streets of Fremont Place.

HIS POV - THROUGH BINOCULARS

as the Mercedes cruises through the quiet neighborhood.


BACK TO SCENE


The man, PAUL JAVAL, is thirtyish, nervous; with short, sandy
hair. He takes the binoculars away from his face and we see
his eyes -- they're a strange, unnaturally light gray.

Javal takes an ORANGE PILL from an unlabeled prescription
bottle and pops it into his mouth. He climbs down the pole to
a van with a phone company logo on it.


EXT.  WILSHIRE BLVD - DAY


The Mercedes comes out of the Fremont Place gate, and turns
into the heavy morning traffic.


INT.  MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY


It is extremely quiet, due to inch-thick glass on the windows
and 4,000 pounds of armor plating on the car's chassis.

The DRIVER is a North Korean Army Major. On the seat beside
him is an AMD-74, a 5.45x39mm-caliber machine gun.

A HAND from the back seat darts between the front seats and
turns on the RADIO to a ROCK station. The Driver turns it off.

NEW ANGLE

The hand belongs to 10-year-old SAM KE HAN. Sam sits back and
sighs to his sister, JOY (15). Between them sits a middle-aged
Scandinavian GOVERNESS.


                          SAM

              I can't stand it -- half an hour to
              get to the stupid school every
              morning... with no music...

                    (Korean; subtitled)

              [Just our damn Nanny...]


EXT.  CRENSHAW BLVD - DAY


Javal's van, also with tinted windows, turns onto Crenshaw. It
follows the Mercedes, several cars behind it.


INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY


Javal, wired, drums on the steering wheel while driving. He
glances at some expertly constructed, radio-control REMOTE
UNITS sitting on the seat next to him.


EXT.  SANTA MONICA FREEWAY - DAY


Traffic is moving at about 35 MPH. The Mercedes merges onto
the freeway, heading west. Javal's van follows.

The thumping of a RAP SONG rattles the other drivers' fillings
as a LOWRIDER with its stereo turned up to "11" cruises by.


INT.  MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY


Even 500 watts of bass cannot penetrate the armored silence.
The Driver scans the road, wary but sensing no danger. He puts
on his blinker to take the 405 South exit.


EXT.  SANTA MONICA FREEWAY - DAY


The van follows, now directly behind the Mercedes, in a
procession of vehicles going up the long, curved overpass
arcing 100 feet above the 10, toward the 405.


INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY


As they approach the crest of the overpass, Javal flips a
switch on his radio-control unit...


CLOSE - ROAD SURFACE OF OVERPASS


Six small SEMICIRCLES, exact replicas of the stay-alert bumps
on the white lines of the overpass, EXPLODE. They spew hundreds
of sharp, triangular nails across the roadway. Immediately,
scores of tires on passing cars BLOW OUT...

WIDER

Causing, 50 yards ahead of the Mercedes and van, the most
hellacious, gut-wrenching, piss-your-pants, chain-reaction
PILE-UP you can imagine.

Dozens of drivers LOSE CONTROL of their vehicles... sideswipe
their neighbors... grind against the guard rails. Some
fishtail into 180's, smashing headlong into the traffic still
coming onto the overpass.

Brakes squeal, people scream, metal crumples, airbags deploy,
glass shatters.

And then it gets really nasty...

A Honda gets jammed under a truck hauling cinder blocks. The
truck JACKKNIFES, tipping over like a drunken giant.

It SMASHES through the concrete wall and guard rail...

Along with several cars and their SCREAMING OCCUPANTS, swept
over the edge by the truck like discarded soda cans.

They plummet through space, CRASHING onto the freeway below.


INT.  MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY


Sam, Joy, and the Governess brace themselves as the Driver
slams on the brakes. He barely avoids hitting anything.


                          DRIVER
                    (Korean)
              [Stay in the car.]


EXT.  FREEWAY OVERPASS - DAY


A nightmare scene of smoke, twisted wrecks, dazed victims. The
Mercedes and van sit motionless in the backed-up traffic.


INT./EXT.  JAVAL'S VAN & ROADWAY - DAY


Javal slides open a TRAP DOOR on the floor of the van. He
slips a wheeled, mechanic's repair platform through it.

ANGLE WITH JAVAL

as, unnoticed amid the chaos, he lies on the platform and
rolls under the Mercedes.

The undercarriage of the Mercedes is armored with steel. Javal
stops at a patch of perforations -- an air exchange vent. He
attaches a slim DEVICE over the vent, flips a switch on it,
then rolls back toward the van.


INT.  MERCEDES - DAY


Oblivious to Javal's actions below them, everyone watches as
police and news helicopters circle above. Then, some CHP
motorcycles straddle the lanes and zoom by.


INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - DAY


Sweating, Javal sits back in the driver's seat and checks
another radio unit. Working.


EXT.  FREEWAY OVERPASS - DAY


The CHP has cleared a path through the devastation, and
traffic trickles through. As the Mercedes and the van pass by,
Javal looks proudly at the misery he's wrought. He follows the
Mercedes onto the 405 south.


INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY


Javal drives behind the Mercedes, with one hand on the radio
unit. The Mercedes signals to take the Venice exit.

Javal fingers the radio unit, itching to use it...

But he PASSES by the Mercedes as it gets off the freeway.

INSERT ANGLE - UNDER THE MERCEDES

Javal's device is armed, and waiting...


                                             FADE TO:


EXT.  SIERRA BONITA AVENUE - CARSON'S HOUSE - NIGHT


A pretty street in the Miracle Mile, lined with neat, single-
family homes. Timed SPRINKLER systems water some of the yards.

Every house on the block except the one we're in front of has
a "For Sale" sign on the lawn. From the weathered looks of the
signs, they've been there for quite a while.


INT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT


It's a hot night. The ceiling fan above the bed spins slowly.

PETE CARSON tosses restlessly in bed, the sheets half-covering
him. Next to him his wife, MIRANDA KNOLL, snores contentedly.

Carson is in his late thirties, outdoorsy, with a tight,
muscular build. Emotionally he's tightly-wound as well.

Miranda is 35, raven-haired, sensible, pretty. She believes
above all else that one should never raise one's voice.

Carson groans... he's DREAMING...


                                             CUT TO:


EXT.  BEVERLY DRIVE - (CARSON'S DREAM) - DAY


Quick, SILENT IMAGES: A street cordoned off with police tape.
Cops, SWAT teams, FBI surround BEVERLY THRIFT, a bank.

Carson, younger, hair shorter, sits in an FBI COMMAND TRUCK
across from the bank. Covering the mouthpiece of the phone in
his hand, he's arguing with the OTHER AGENTS in the truck.

Suddenly, a huge, fiery EXPLOSION blows out the front of the
bank building. Horrified, Carson runs toward it...


                                             CUT TO:


INT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - BEDROOM AND HALLWAY - NIGHT


Carson is snapped awake by a CAR ALARM going off outside.


                          CARSON
              Son of a bitch!


He bolts out of bed, wearing nothing but a pair of striped
bikini briefs. Miranda rolls over, sleepy, unconcerned...


                          MIRANDA
              Pete... please... we have to be up
              early tomorrow. Call the police.


                          CARSON
              Yeah, right.


He races down the hall -- right past the house alarm keypad,
its LCD reading "ARMED."

He grabs an aluminum baseball bat from the umbrella stand.

Forgetting to disarm the house alarm, he yanks the front door
open. The house alarm begins SHRIEKING.


                          CARSON
                    (continuing)
              Shit!


MIRANDA

pulls the pillows over her head and sighs.


                          MIRANDA
              Not again...


EXT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - NIGHT


Carson comes around to the driveway, which is illuminated by
the streetlight --

Where two 20-ish ASSHOLES are sitting in his 1965 Mustang
convertible, their presence courtesy of a huge cut they've
made in the otherwise-perfect ragtop.

Car-theft tools in a leather case between them, they're prying
the ignition switch out of the dashboard.

Asshole #1 spots Carson. He gets out of the car, wielding a
crowbar. His partner keeps working.

NEW ANGLE

Asshole #1 lunges viciously, swiping at Carson with the
crowbar, taking a piece out of his side. Carson starts
BLEEDING profusely, but he's too pissed to notice.

Carson uses his bat to take the offensive. They go at each
other like combatants in a swordfight, the CLANKING of metal
echoing through the neighborhood along with the screaming
house and car ALARMS, and frantic neighborhood DOGS.

Surprised at Carson's fury and strength, Asshole #1 backs onto
the lawn, oblivious to the running SPRINKLERS.

As he backs away, his shoe catches on one of the sprinkler
heads. It breaks off, and a huge GEYSER of water sprays out.

Carson holds his bat in both hands and jams the front of it
into Asshole #1's breadbasket. He doubles over.

Carson grabs Asshole #1's arm, and pulls it quickly against
his raised knee. There is a SNAP and a loud howl as the arm
breaks, and Carson tosses him aside.

Seeing this, Asshole #2 gives up on the car. He takes off
toward the street. Carson runs to head him off, but he's a lot
faster in his Air Jordans than Carson is in his bare feet.

WIDER

Carson grabs the metal lid from a garbage can at the curb and
FLINGS it like a huge Frisbee. It sails across the street --

And NAILS Asshole #2's head. He kisses the pavement, stunned.

Carson runs up and grabs him, but he pulls out a long, sharp
screwdriver and jabs at Carson with it.

Then, blue flashing lights appear from around the corner: A
WESTEC Chevy Blazer. Two uniformed GUARDS get out, and fumble
with their sidearms.


                          WESTEC GUARD
              Everybody... chill! Bikini boy! On
              the ground!


Asshole #2 is still trying to gouge Carson with the
screwdriver. Carson glares at the dopey Guards.


                          CARSON
              Asshole was trying to boost my car!


ANGLE ACROSS STREET

Carson's fiftyish, black, next-door NEIGHBOR, wearing pajamas
and a robe, comes out of his house. Carson sees him.


                          CARSON

              Mike -- call 911!



                          NEIGHBOR

              Been trying...

                    (has a cordless phone)

              It's busy.

                    (to Guards; re Carson)

              He's the good guy, you schumcks.



The Guards seem to get it. Without warning, one takes out a

TASER and ZAPS Asshole #2. Carson lets go just in time.



CLOSER



Holding his bleeding side, Carson walks back to his house. He

notices the "Neighborhood Watch" sign has graffiti spray-

painted on it. He touches it -- the paint is still wet. His

Neighbor shrugs -- whatta ya gonna do?



The PAPER GUY drives by... and tosses Carson's newspaper right

under the gushing SPRINKLER.



                          CARSON

              I hate this fuckin' town.



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - ESTABLISHING - DAY



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - UPSTAIRS BATHROOM - DAY



Joy is standing on the toilet, blowing cigarette smoke into

the exhaust fan. Someone KNOCKS on the door. She flicks the

cigarette into the toilet, puts a ZIPPO LIGHTER in her pocket.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - HALLWAY - DAY



Joy opens the bathroom door. Sam is standing there, grinning.



                          JOY

              There are six bathrooms in this

              house, Sam.



                          SAM

                    (fanning the air)

              But only one with a smoking section.



She quickly closes the door behind her. Sam laughs.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DINING ROOM - DAY



Sam and Joy sit at the table. AMBASSADOR HAN and MRS. HAN are

having breakfast: radish soup, kimchi and grilled fish.



Ambassador Han reads through the morning's faxed communiquÈs.

He's 43, rarely smiles, and hates living in the U.S. He's

dressed in an impeccably-tailored, Valentino two-piece suit.



Mrs. Han is slender, soft-spoken, but as iron-willed as her

husband. She, however, is quick to smile. She's wearing a

summery dress with a white sweater over her shoulders.



Ambassador Han pulls the front of Sam's shirt to reveal the

"Nirvana" logo on his T-shirt.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

                    (Korean)

              [Go change.]



Ambassador Han's X-ray stare turns to Joy.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

                    (continuing)

              [You smell like a fireplace.]



A BUTLER appears with a phone. He WHISPERS to Mrs. Han.



                          MRS. HAN

              It's the Governess...

                    (into phone)

              Hello, Hilda...



CUTAWAY - CLOSE ON GOVERNESS



as she speaks into a cellular phone. She's extremely nervous.

We cannot see her surroundings.



                          GOVERNESS

                    (thru phone)

              Mrs. Han... I am very sick today...



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DINING ROOM - DAY



                          MRS. HAN

                    (into phone)

              We will see you next week...

                    (hangs up; smiles to kids)

              It appears I'll be taking you to

              school.



INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - DAY



In the back of his van, Javal pats the Governess' hand.



                          JAVAL

              Very good. You may go now...



He speaks with a slight accent, French, perhaps. He pops an

orange pill, then unlatches the rear doors of the van. With a

quick glance back at him, she goes to open the doors.



Javal grabs a plastic tarp and throws it over the Governess'

upper body. He puts his arm across her neck, flicks open a

gravity knife and PLUNGES it through the tarp, into her chest.



He drops her on the floor of the van and fastidiously wipes a

small smudge of blood from his hand with a handkerchief.



INT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - BATHROOM AND BEDROOM - DAY



Carson steps out of the shower. He looks exhausted. Toweling

off, he goes into the bedroom, where Miranda is riding an

exercise bike, listening to music on headphones and reading

the sprinkler-soaked newspaper, all while watching the TV.



ANGLE ON TV



A perky blonde traffic reporter, BOBBI MARCHFELDER, talks to

us from a local NEWS COPTER.







                          BOBBI

                    (on TV)

              ...Good morning, Summit Day! It's

              gonna be the Super Bowl, the 4th of

              July, the Olympics and Woodstock all

              rolled into one! All over town

              there'll be parades, concerts,

              rallies, festivals... So get out

              there everyone, but plan your drive-

              time accordingly! This is Bobbi

              Marchfelder, your Eye in the Sky...



We CUT TO the White House lawn, where the PRESIDENT is about

to board a helicopter.



                          MORNING ANCHOR (VO)

                    (on TV)

              The President is on his way...



                          PRESIDENT

                    (on TV)

              ...It's an honor hosting my fellow

              leaders in Los Angeles, the capitol

              city of the Pacific Rim...



We CUT BACK to the studio and the MORNING ANCHOR.



                          MORNING ANCHOR

                    (on TV)

              We'll see the menu for Mayor

              Simpson's Brentwood barbecue, right

              after this...



We CUT TO a MUSICAL MONTAGE of preparations for the events

around town.



BACK TO SCENE



As the MUSIC swells, Carson turns the TV off.



                          MIRANDA

              I was watching that.



                          CARSON

              If I hear one more Beach Boys song,

              I'll shoot myself.



Miranda points at the headphones -- she can't hear him.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; while smiling)

              I said, if we were having sex once in

              a while, you wouldn't need to ride

              that fucking bike every morning.







                          MIRANDA

                    (hasn't heard a thing)

              Be right with you...



As Carson dresses, we get a LOOK at their bedroom -- Miranda's

nightstand has two neat stacks of periodicals on it, with Los

Angeles magazine and Psychology Today on the top of them.



Carson's nightstand is overflowing with books and magazines

about other cities and states: Wonderland Washington;

Magnificent Oregon; Welcome to North Carolina."



INT./EXT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - PATIO & KITCHEN - DAY



Miranda, dressed in a conservative skirt, jacket, black shoes,

is out on the patio. Her breakfast -- a bowl of fruit and

wheat germ -- sits on the patio table while she waters some

sickly-looking ROSE BUSHES in a planter.



Carson, dressed in shirt and tie, looking beat, fries a steak

and three eggs in butter. He comes outside with his breakfast

and a magazine article: "American Expatriates in New Zealand."



                          MIRANDA

                    (looks him over)

              Have you gotten any sleep lately?



                          CARSON

                    (ignores the question)

              Shop's gonna tow the car in --

              goddamn ignition's trashed.



                          MIRANDA

              Take mine. I'll ride in with Diane.



Carson watches as she carefully picks the dead leaves off the

rose bushes.



                          CARSON

              You ask me, those suckers are a lost

              cause.



She continues, then glances at the article Carson is reading.



                          MIRANDA

              It's not for you.



                          CARSON

              You mean it's not for you.



                          MIRANDA

              I don't chase car thieves in my

              underwear. C'mon, you'd die of

              boredom if we ever sold this house

              and moved.







                          CARSON

              I'd die of shock, from finding

              anyone dumb enough to buy the place.

              Even for what it's worth now.



                          MIRANDA

              Lots of people bought at the top of

              the market...



                          CARSON

              That sure cheers me right up.



                          MIRANDA

              I don't know why we even talk about

              it. The city's not the problem. So

              we move. It wouldn't matter. What's

              that saying: "Wherever you go, there

              you are."



Carson just looks at her. Reaching for the salt, he winces

from the cut in his side.



                          MIRANDA

                    (continuing)

              I hope you're current on your

              tetanus booster. Was it worth it?



                          CARSON

              One cut... two assholes in the

              hospital... Yep.



Carson glances at his watch and gets up.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

              Well, another day of baby-sitting my

              favorite bunch of people...



He grabs a Bianchi shoulder holster with a Sig-Sauer P-229,

9mm pistol, straps it on, then pulls on a blue windbreaker.

Emblazoned on the back are large yellow letters: FBI.



                          MIRANDA

              Ask for a transfer.



                          CARSON

              They're not gonna transfer me. You

              know damn well why I was bumped down

              to guard duty...

                    (as he's leaving)

              My outstanding people skills.



Miranda tries to return to tending her roses. But instead, she

sadly watches him go.







EXT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - DAY



A look of sorrow crosses Carson's face as he watches some

YOUNG KIDS laugh and shove, getting onto a school bus.



He then glances at his wounded Mustang, parked in the street.

He spots something on the windshield: A pink parking ticket.



The parking sign above the graffiti-stained Neighborhood Watch

sign reads: Street Cleaning - Friday 8-10 AM.



                          CARSON

              I hate this fuckin' town.



Carson CHIRPS open Miranda's car: a red Volvo 960.



As he pulls away, we SEE a bumper sticker on the car: a circle

and slash through cartoon weapons on one side, cartoon teddy

bears on the other, and "Arms Are For Hugging" in between.



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



The Driver backs the Mercedes out of the garage behind the

Consulate. We notice there is ANOTHER MERCEDES parked inside.



Mrs. Han, Sam and Joy come outside. They hear some heartfelt

SWEARING:



                          ANGRY VOICE (OS)

              Goddamn Limey overpriced piece a

              shit...



THEIR POV



In the driveway across the street, a man in a business suit

has his head under the hood of a brand-new Jaguar convertible.

The JAG OWNER's 15-year-old, blonde daughter, LISA, sits in

the car with her schoolbooks in her lap.



JOY



turns to Mrs. Han:



                          JOY

              Can we give Lisa a ride?



INT./EXT.  MERCEDES - DAY



It pulls into the driveway across the street. The Jag Owner is

still SWEARING mightily. Lisa climbs into the Mercedes.



                          LISA

              Hey, Joy... Sam...



Joy rolls the window up and the SOUND of cursing disappears.







                          LISA

                    (continuing)

              Excellent -- I can't hear him!



                          SAM

                    (raps on window)

              The glass is an inch thick.

                    (points to doors, roof)

              Armor-plated. Bulletproof. Bomb-

              proof.



                          LISA

              Perfect car for L.A.

                    (looks back at her Dad)

              Starts, too.



EXT.  CRENSHAW BLVD - DAY



As the Mercedes travels its usual route down Crenshaw, Javal's

van begins following it.



INSERT ANGLE - UNDER THE MERCEDES



where Javal's DEVICE is attached, still waiting...



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



A dark-green government Dodge pulls up and parks behind one

just like it on a paved area near the Consulate gate.



DAVE JUAREZ, (chubby, 40, Mexican-American, a desk jockey) gets

out of the Dodge and hangs an FBI shield over his top pocket.



He glances over at North Korean Security Chief COLONEL LEE,

(45), who has paused inside the gate to regard Dave, and the

outside world, with profound contempt.



Dave, attachÈ case in one hand and notebook computer in the

other, walks to a 10-by-15 detached guardhouse on the far

corner of the property, just outside the high fence.



INT.  FBI GUARDHOUSE - NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Inside are two desks and four chairs, a console of

communication equipment, a microwave and a Mr. Coffee.



Dave enters. Two FBI agents, finishing their shift, gather

their belongings: ROBBINS (late 20's; male; thinning hair) and

SABATINI, (early 30's; cute; dark, bobbed hair; female).



They wear blue FBI blazers and have standard-FBI-issue 10mm

Heckler & Koch MP-5 machine pistols in oversized shoulder

rigs. Dave is in civilian clothes, and is not armed.







                          ROBBINS

              Yo, Dave the Computer Man! Actually

              escaped the office!



                          DAVE

              I'm doin' field upgrades. Gives 'em

              a chance to hose out my cage.



He glances through the window at Colonel Lee.



                          DAVE

                    (continuing)

              Who's the fuckin' gargoyle?



                          ROBBINS

              Their Chief of Security, Colonel Lee.



Sabatini makes the jerk-off sign with her hand.



                          SABATINI

              "Chuckles," as we're inclined to

              call him.

                    (yawns; flops in a chair)

              Friggin' graveyard shift...



                          ROBBINS

              Love to know what dope made it the

              Bureau's job to give full-time

              protection to foreign consulates.

                    (offers coffee to Dave)

              Cup a mud?



                          DAVE

              Not if you made it. Why don't you

              get Sabatini to brew the java? She's

              the alleged chick.



                          SABATINI

              Blow me.



                          DAVE

              Where's Carson?



                          SABATINI

              On his way. Some creeps tried to rip

              off his Mustang last night.

                    (beat; solemnly)

              They cut the ragtop.



                          DAVE

              Motherfuckers...



Dave takes three PCMCIA computer cards from his attachÈ case.







                          DAVE

                    (continuing)

              Latest and greatest. Wireless

              network link-ups.



                          SABATINI

              Whoa, slow down, I'm gonna pee.



                          ROBBINS

              Me, too.



                          DAVE

              Ingrates.



EXT.  CRENSHAW BLVD - DAY



The van drives in the lane alongside the Mercedes.



INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



HUMMING, Javal drives with one hand, while tapping with his

other on the top of the radio-controlled remote box.



EXT.  CRENSHAW BLVD - DAY



As they approach the light at Washington Blvd, just turning

yellow, Javal's van gets in front of the Mercedes.



Their lanes stop for the red light. A FRUIT VENDOR holding a

bag of oranges walks from car to car.



Javal slips the van into neutral and lets it roll back until

his rear bumper taps gently against the Mercedes' front bumper.



INT.  MERCEDES - INCLUDE POV THROUGH REAR VIEW MIRROR - DAY



The Driver hits the HORN. The van doesn't move. The Driver

glances in the rear-view:



There's a Jeep Cherokee tight on his tail, and the BLACK LADY

in it is busy dealing with a carpool full of 8-year-old KIDS.



The Driver looks at Mrs. Han, who's peering out the side

window, fascinated by the African-American-themed storefronts.

They're all festooned with Summit-related banners, and SHOP

OWNERS are preparing for a community sidewalk bazaar.



Sam, bored, stuffs several pieces of GUM into his mouth.



INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - SAME



Javal flips the switch on his radio-controlled remote.







INSERT



Under the Mercedes, the device Javal planted there begins to

emit thick, white CS TEAR GAS.



INT.  MERCEDES - DAY



The GAS pours in through the ventilation system. Everyone

inside starts coughing and choking uncontrollably. The Driver

grabs his AMD-74 machine gun and pops the door locks.



EXT.  CRENSHAW BLVD - DAY



The Driver, Mrs. Han, Joy, Sam and Lisa pile out of the car.



Jittering with excitement, fear and speed, Javal hops out of

his van, holding a Benelli M-1, a semi-automatic shotgun.



He SHOOTS the Driver in the chest. The BLAST from the shotgun

muzzle, however, is unlike anything we've ever seen before: it

is blindingly BRIGHT, even in broad daylight, belching a huge

cluster of glowing, white-hot magnesium.



The Driver flies back against the Mercedes, EMPTYING his

machine gun into the air. The wound in his chest is full of

BURNING magnesium shrapnel.



WIDER



The other drivers in the intersection see this and go

completely nuts. Some duck for cover under their dashboards.

Others peel away. A few COLLIDE with oncoming traffic.



The Carpool Lady in the Cherokee pushes the kids down on the

floor. The Fruit Vendor hides by rolling under a car.



Sam and Joy are incapacitated by tear-gas coughing fits. Mrs.

Han stumbles toward them, trying to get them to run away.

Javal PUNCHES her, knocking her down.



He turns to Lisa, surprised to see her. Sweating, he points

the shotgun at her... almost pulls the trigger... then notices

Mrs. Han's expression of horror and thinks the better of it.



He spots a MOTORIST in a Ford Escort, peering cautiously over

his dashboard to get a look at the action.



Javal SHOOTS the Motorist through the windshield with another

bright, searing blast of magnesium. The Motorist and the

entire front of his car burst into FLAMES.



Mrs. Han is on her knees, sobbing. Javal grabs her by the arm

and pulls her to the back of the van. He opens the doors.







                          JAVAL

              You see that I'm serious in my

              intention, yes?

                    (she nods)

              If you cooperate, you and your

              children will be home for dinner

              tonight.



He tightens his grip on her. She nods again, then looks at the

kids. Javal shoves her, Sam, Joy and Lisa into the van.



INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - DAY



He grabs three pairs of handcuffs off a C-shaped bar welded on

both ends to the inside of the van. He handcuffs one of Mrs.

Han's arms, passes the chain through the bar, then handcuffs

the other. He does the same with Sam; then handcuffs one of

Joy's arms, passes the chain through and attaches the other

handcuff to Lisa.



Javal hops in his seat and drives away on Washington.



EXT.  CRENSHAW BLVD - DAY



Several people, including the Carpool Lady, rush over to the

Driver, who lies DEAD and SMOLDERING on the ground.



His hand is halfway inside his bloody pants pocket, holding a

small plastic card with the Consulate's phone number on it.



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Colonel Lee and a North Korean Army OFFICER come running out.

ANOTHER OFFICER starts up a car in the back of the house.



INT.  FBI GUARDHOUSE - NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Robbins and Sabatini see the commotion and go to investigate.

Dave follows.



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Ambassador Han runs out. He has a stricken look on his face.



                          COLONEL LEE

                    (Korean; to Ambassador Han)

              [You must stay here.]



Ambassador Han nods. The FBI agents run up. To them:



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              Someone took my family!



The agents look at each other -- holy shit! Colonel Lee's car

SCREECHES to a stop. Sabatini stands in front of it.







                          SABATINI

              You got no jurisdiction outside

              this property!



Colonel Lee shoves a big, ugly Tokorev 7.62x25mm-caliber

pistol in her face as he's opening the car door.



                          SABATINI

                    (continuing)

              Shit!

                    (to Ambassador Han)

              Yank his fuckin' leash!



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              My men are going!



Colonel Lee jumps into the car and it screeches away, almost

running Sabatini over.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

                    (continuing; to Sabatini)

              It's a white telephone van, driving

              west on Washington Boulevard.



The agents rush back to their guardhouse. Dave's government

Dodge is blocking theirs.



                          ROBBINS

              Keys!



Dave tosses them to Robbins. Sabatini shoves Dave into the

back seat. He looks at her, dumbfounded.



                          SABATINI

              You're ridin' shotgun.



INT.  DAVE'S DODGE - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Dave is thrown against the back of the seat by the ACCELERATION.



                          ROBBINS

              Cherry?



                          DAVE

              Under the seat.



Sabatini grabs the red flashing light, puts it on the dashboard.



                          ROBBINS

              Siren?



                          DAVE

              I don't know! I'm never in a fuckin'

              hurry..!







EXT.  FREMONT PLACE - DAY



Just as they race out of Fremont Place past the guard gate,

Carson, in Miranda's Volvo, comes in on the other side.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Carson sees the agents in the Dodge and floors the Volvo. He

fishtails, making a U-turn.



He straddles the lanes on Wilshire to pull up next to them.

All the cars in front of them swerve to clear out of the way.



He rolls down his window. Sabatini shouts over to him:



                          SABATINI

              Someone snatched Han's family! White

              phone van, westbound on Washington!



Carson looks like he's been punched in the stomach.



                          CARSON

              Give me a secure radio!



Sabatini takes a small two-way MOTOROLA RADIO out of her

pocket and throws it through her window to Carson. Dropping it

in his lap, he punches the gas. Robbins floors Dave's piece-of-

shit Dodge, trying to keep up.



EXT.  FEDERAL BUILDING, WESTWOOD - ESTABLISHING - DAY



INT.  FEDERAL BUILDING - STATE DEPARTMENT OFFICES - DAY



Diplomatic Liaison EARL WALTHER is using the reflection in his

office window to adjust his necktie. Walther is 30, good-

looking, black; a GS lifer working his way up the ranks by

virtue of his quiet competence.



A CO-WORKER sticks his head into the office, then shields his

eyes from the sight of Walther's sharp new suit.



                          CO-WORKER

              Someone's been to Nordstroms, big

              time.



                          WALTHER

              Clothes make the man.



                          CO-WORKER

              But does the man make enough for the

              clothes?



                          WALTHER

                    (smiles)

              The man makes payments on his Visa.



Walther's SECRETARY rushes in.







                          SECRETARY

              Mr. Walther... priority line!



                          WALTHER

                    (into phone)

              This is Diplomatic Liaison Earl

              Walther... What's the nature of your

              emer --

                    (grimaces)

              Aw, Jesus... not today...

                    (beat)

              I'll inform channels and get a copter

              in the air. For God's sake, keep it

              quiet. Do what you can, but don't

              endanger civilians or the family!



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Carson drives with one hand, while holding the radio.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              You bet -- nice and easy.



Real easy, until he narrowly MISSES a bunch of cars when

SCREECHING around a corner.



INT.  FEDERAL BUILDING - STATE DEPARTMENT OFFICES - DAY



Walther presses the intercom button on the phone.



                          WALTHER

                    (into phone)

              Get the Secretary of State on the

              horn.

                    (listens)

              I know he left already. I'm familiar

              with the concept of time zones. Find

              his ass.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Carson turns the frequency on his two-way.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Robbins, Sabatini... Chopper's on

              its way.



EXT.  WASHINGTON BLVD - DAY



Driving skillfully, Carson edges past the North Koreans.







INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



And then, Carson can't believe it: he spots Javal's van, a

couple blocks ahead, driving at normal speed.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Check it out! Ahead, on the right!



                          SABATINI (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Think it's them?



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Yeah... but it seems too easy... I'll

              move up; he won't suspect a civilian

              car. Stay back, then get on his ass

              when I signal. We'll box him in.



He looks over at Colonel Lee, whose car is pacing his.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; into radio)

              If the Mod Squad gets in your way,

              don't be shy about getting 'em out.



                          SABATINI (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Copy that one.



INT.  COLONEL LEE'S CAR - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Glaring, Colonel Lee looks over at the FBI cars as they pass.



INT.  DAVE'S DODGE - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Sabatini pulls out her machine pistol, and tosses the two-way

to Dave. He looks scared, and carsick.



                          SABATINI

              Don't puke... I hate when guys puke!



EXT.  WASHINGTON BLVD - DAY



Carson tries to approach Javal without drawing his attention.



INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



He still drives at the same speed as the surrounding traffic.



HIS POV



As Carson nonchalantly passes, Javal NOTICES the government-

issue two-way radio sitting on the seat of Carson's Volvo.







JAVAL



grins... it's show-time. He STOMPS on the gas.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Pissed that he's been made, Carson speeds up.



INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Driving fast, Javal makes a hard right. As the van leans with

the turn, something rolls out from under a sheet of canvas on

the floor -- the Governess' BODY, bloodied and grotesque under

the plastic tarp it's wrapped in.



Joy starts SCREAMING, as does everyone else when they see it.



Javal pulls out a Beretta Centurion 9mm pistol and FIRES a

deafening round through the roof of the van.



                          JAVAL

              I need to concentrate!



EXT.  WASHINGTON BLVD - DAY



During a lull in traffic, a WELL-DRESSED WOMAN jaywalks across

the street. An LAPD black-and-white changes lanes and puts on

its flashing lights. As two COPS write her a ticket...



Around the corner TWO MEN make a quick exchange of money and a

vial of crack.



NEW ANGLE



The Cops do notice Javal speeding by, with Carson's Volvo, the

FBI Dodge and Colonel Lee's car in hot pursuit. They shove the

ticket in the Well-Dressed Woman's hand and hop in their car.



EXT.  LA CIENEGA BLVD / SIDE STREETS - DAY



Javal turns onto the side streets -- rows of run-down

apartment buildings. He takes a circuitous route, gaining a

one-block lead on Carson and the others.



Then, he makes a sudden turn into a one-way alley.



INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Javal hits a remote garage door opener. Ahead, rickety doors

on one of a line of detached garages facing the alley OPEN up.



Across from the garage, parked parallel against the back of an

empty building, we notice a duplicate van. It's facing the

same direction as Javal is driving.



Javal slams on the brakes, stopping just past the garage, and

then quickly backs up into the garage.



INT.  ALLEYWAY GARAGE / JAVAL'S VAN - DAY



As he pulls in, we catch GLIMPSES of the van slipping backwards

into a FIBERGLASS SUPERSTRUCTURE that fits tightly around the

rear two-thirds of it. As the van comes to a stop, several snap-

buckles on the edge of the superstructure spring closed.



Javal reaches out the van window and pulls on a rope hanging

from the ceiling of the garage. The rope releases the door

from the opening mechanism, so it immediately falls CLOSED.



Then, Javal turns several switches on another of his neatly-

constructed remotes:



INT.  DUPLICATE VAN - SERIES OF SHOTS - DAY



Steel straps are holding the steering wheel rigid.



A set of relays, triggered remotely, start the engine;



Engage the transmission;



And supply fuel to the carburetor.



EXT.  ALLEYWAYS



The duplicate van takes off down the alley. Just as it gets up

to speed, Carson and the others round the corner into the alley

behind it. As far as they know, they're still chasing Javal.



The alley is several blocks long, running parallel to the main

road, separated at each block by perpendicular streets. The

duplicate van races along, scraping against parked cars and

the rear walls of buildings...



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              He's gonna wrap it around something!



EXT.  ALLEYWAYS - DAY



Indeed, as the duplicate van crosses a street, cars swerve to

avoid hitting it. It continues into the next alley.



Up ahead, a garbage truck lumbers into the far end of the

alley, its metal lift-rods extended to pick up a dumpster.



                          CARSON (OS)

              Oh, shit...



The duplicate van CRASHES into the garbage truck and EXPLODES.







NEW ANGLE



Carson, horrified, jumps out of his car. Robbins and Sabatini

run up. They have to hold Carson away from the burning van.

Dave hurries to the back of a building and gets sick.



Colonel Lee, wide-eyed with anger, gets in Carson's face.



                          COLONEL LEE

              You should not have interfered!



Carson shoves Colonel Lee out of his way, hard.



                          CARSON

              I'm in no mood...



Colonel Lee comes back, ready for a fight. Carson is happy to

oblige, but Robbins grabs Carson's arm.



                          ROBBINS

              Forget about him!



By now, ONLOOKERS have begun to gather, as LAPD black-and

whites and helicopters converge on the area.



EXT.  ALLEYWAY GARAGE - DAY



A block away, the garage door opens, and we hear something

eerie and unexpected: a scratchy, music-box kids' SONG, coming

from a loudspeaker.



Javal's van pulls out and we see its TRANSFORMATION: The

superstructure surrounding the body of the van makes it look

like a graffiti-covered, unlicensed ice cream vendor.



EXT.  ALLEYWAYS - DAY



The entrance of the alley is blocked by a black-and-white. So,

accompanied by the SONG, Javal drives along the one-way alley

in his camouflaged van, passing unnoticed by the authorities.



Anguished, Carson is staring at the BURNING duplicate van...



                                             CUT TO:



EXT.  BEVERLY DRIVE - (FLASHBACK) - DAY



Beverly Thrift EXPLODES and BURNS...



                                             CUT TO:



EXT.  ALLEYWAYS - DAY



Carson tries to shake the memory away. He looks around, sensing

that something isn't right, then turns to the other agents.







                          CARSON

              Let's get back to the Consulate.



Off their perplexed looks, we



                                             DISSOLVE TO:



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



One room, bathroom and kitchenette. A laptop computer and

peripherals are on a table, along with some cell phones, a

toolbox, and some jumbles of electronic circuitry.



In the main room, there are three large Lazy-Boy easy chairs,

side by side, facing a 27-inch TV on a stand. A cloth covers

two OBJECTS sitting atop the TV.



The door opens. Mrs. Han, Joy, Sam, and Lisa walk in, rigid

with fear. Javal, Beretta 9mm in hand, comes in behind them

and closes the door. Javal strips off his sweat-soaked shirt

and wipes his face with it. Mrs. Han realizes he's wired to

the moon... and it terrifies her.



                          JAVAL

              Does anyone need to use the rest

              room? This will be your last

              opportunity for a few hours.

                    (no takers)

              Very well. Mrs. Han, Sam, Joy,

              please sit here.

                    (indicates the Lazy Boys;

                     then turns to Lisa)

              And you... what is your name?



                          LISA

                    (after a beat)

              Lisa...



Still holding the Beretta, he grabs a polo shirt from the

closet and pulls it on. As the family sits in the chairs:



                          JAVAL

              No, Mrs. Han, this one. Thank you.



He takes a pair of handcuffs out of his pants pocket. He tries

to handcuff Lisa, hands behind her back, but she resists.



                          JAVAL

                    (continuing; sotto)

              You afford me some additional

              bargaining power. But not much.



She wilts. Javal cuffs her to the handles of the refrigerator.

He puts a strip of duct tape from his tool box across her mouth.



He uncovers one of the items atop the TV: An electronic box with

three pairs of oversized, LED VU meters on the front of it.



We NOTICE neat lines of wires running from each of the chairs

up into it. Javal flips one of a row of switches on it; a

green light and the meters come to life.



                          JAVAL

                    (continuing)

              There. No taping your mouths, no

              restraints. Please remain still

              while I explain. The meters on the

              left indicate sound pressure --

              Decibels. There are microphones on

              your chair backs. If you raise your

              voices above certain level, putting

              your meter in the red zone for more

              than one sustained second, the

              circuit will be closed.

                    (beat)

              The right meters indicate motion.

              There are pressure sensors inside the

              armrests and seats. The sensors don't

              like to get wet, so I hope you were

              honest about not needing to use the

              loo. If you make any excess

              movements, or try to leave your

              chair, the circuit will be closed.



                          MRS. HAN

              I don't understand...



She looks at her sound meter, which jumped close to the red.



                          MRS. HAN

                    (continuing; softly)

              What happens if the circuit closes?



                          JAVAL

              Kaboom...



He uncovers the other item atop the TV -- a one-pound brick of

C-4 high explosive with the detonation mechanism jammed into

it. Mrs. Han gasps and begins to PANIC.



                          JAVAL

                    (continuing)

              Easy... deep breath...

                    (to the kids)

              Do each of you understand?



They nod. Tears roll down Joy's face.



                          JAVAL

                    (continuing)

              Keep your wits, and all will be fine.



He flips another switch and the green light turns yellow. He

then turns on the TV. COVERAGE of the Summit is everywhere.



                          COMMENTATOR #1

                    (on TV)

              ...Not since the '84 Olympics has the

              whole city had an such an opportunity --



Javal turns the channel to a SOAP, and MUTES it. He starts

pacing, and glances at his watch. It's 9:15 AM.



INT.  GOVERNMENT HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Earl Walther looks through the window as his copter lands on

the lawn behind the North Korean Consulate.



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



As the copter lands, Carson comes out to meet Walther.



                          WALTHER

              Carson?

                    (Carson nods)

              Walther. Who told the Ambassador?



                          CARSON

              His Security Chief.

                    (beat)

              There was a civilian with them --

              fifteen-year-old girl from across

              the street. We're trying to reach

              the parents.



                          WALTHER

              Goddamn it...

                    (sotto)

              Look, Mrs. Han was the North Korean

              Premier's niece! We're hearing

              rumors they're gonna make a major

              issue out of what happened here...



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - HALLWAY - DAY



Carson and Walther come into the house. We hear only the

TICKING of the grandfather clock in the foyer.



Colonel Lee and his Officers stand by the stairs; Robbins,

Sabatini and Dave stand together near the front door.



                          CARSON

              I'm not so sure what happened here.

              Something smells. Asshole was acting

              like he wanted us to spot him...







                          WALTHER

              What the hell are you talking about?



                          AMBASSADOR HAN (OS)

              Mr. Walther?



Ambassador Han comes down the stairs, his face tight with

repressed emotion.



                          WALTHER

              Ambassador Han... my deepest --



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              -- I have no wish for condolences.

              Just answers.



                          WALTHER

              As soon as we have any to give...



Suddenly, the Butler sprints across the foyer. He shoves the

cordless phone into Ambassador Han's hands.



Ambassador Han listens to the phone, then takes in a sharp

breath and sits on the steps.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

                    (into phone)

              Yoon..?!



                          CARSON

                    (to FBI agents)

              Start a trace!



Carson is elated. Robbins, Sabatini and Dave rush out. Walther

pulls out a cell phone and hits a speed-dial key.



                          WALTHER

                    (into phone)

              Mr. Secretary... they're alive!



                          COLONEL LEE

                    (to Carson; incensed)

              You are tapping our phones?!



                          CARSON

                    (while crossing to

                     Ambassador Han)

              Yeah, you didn't know. And I'm Meryl

              Streep.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



Javal is holding his cell phone next to Mrs. Han's face.







                          MRS. HAN

                    (into phone)

              We are not hurt. But this man is

              very serious --



He pulls the phone from her, takes a breath to compose himself.



                          JAVAL

                    (into phone)

              I want you to remember the feeling

              you had when you thought your family

              was dead, and use it to inform the

              choices you're about to make.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - HALLWAY - DAY



                          CARSON

              Say you want to talk to the kids...



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

                    (into phone)

              I need to know my children are all

              right.



                          JAVAL (VO)

                    (thru phone)

              Be in front of a television in two

              minutes. Tune it to channel four.

              You'll get the picture.



Javal hangs up. Stunned, Ambassador Han stands up.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              There is a television in my office.



As Carson, Ambassador Han, Colonel Lee and Walther hurry to

the office in the back of the house, Carson's radio crackles:



                          ROBBINS (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              We're screwed on the trace -- he's

              on a cell phone.



INT.  FBI GUARDHOUSE - NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Dave and Robbins watch Sabatini work the comm console.



                          DAVE

              Play the tape back. I might be able

              to pull the electronic serial number

              out of the subcarrier.



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Ask Dave if he knows how to find the

              phone's serial number.



                          ROBBINS

                    (smiles; into radio)

              Hey, great idea...



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - AMBASSADOR HAN'S OFFICE - DAY



Ambassador Han turns on the TV to channel 4.



ANGLE ON TV



It's the same medical SOAP that's on at the apartment -- a

DOCTOR and NURSE are screwing in a deserted operating room.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



Javal is standing in the kitchenette, pointing a DIGITAL STILL

CAMERA at the family. It FLASHES as he takes a picture.



CLOSER



There is a cable running from Javal's computer to his cell

phone. He hooks another cable to the digital camera, and an

IMAGE appears on the screen of his laptop. He clicks on "SEND."



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - AMBASSADOR HAN'S OFFICE - DAY



Everyone stares expectantly at the TV. They turn as the fax

machine on the credenza RINGS. An IMAGE begins to emerge from

the machine: the picture from Javal's digital camera.



CLOSE ON FAXED PICTURE



It shows the Han family sitting in their booby-trapped chairs

in front of the TV. The explosives and the electronics are

clearly visible atop the set, as is the program on the TV.



                          CARSON (OS)

              Oh, Jesus, those're explosives!

                    (beat)

              Look at the TV -- this was just

              taken.



BACK TO SCENE



A second page on the fax begins to come through. As it does,

the telephone RINGS. Carson and Colonel Lee both go for the

extension near the sofa; Carson grabs it first. Ambassador Han

picks up the phone on his desk.







                          JAVAL (VO)

                    (thru phone)

              There must surely be several people

              in the room; you may put me on the

              speakerbox if you wish.



Ambassador Han clicks on the SPEAKERBOX. Carson and the others

look at the second faxed page: a list of instructions.



                          JAVAL (VO)

                    (continuing; thru

                     speakerbox)

              I am not a terrorist. Your

              countries' political posturing means

              nothing to me. So do not waste time

              trying to negotiate.

                    (beat)

              The Federal Reserve Bank of Los

              Angeles can furnish ten million

              dollars U.S. by 2:00 PM. The

              required denominations are in the

              instructions, as is the method of

              packaging. Be in your car at 3:00

              PM, and drive north on Highland

              Avenue. I will call with where to

              leave the money, which you will do

              at 3:30. If I am unmolested, I will

              call again at 4:00 with the family's

              location and the method for removing

              them from their... predicament.

              Could you please refer to page one?

                    (they look at the photo)

              Any deviation from these instructions

              and my device will fulfill its

              function at exactly 5:00 PM.



CLICK. Ambassador Han looks around, feeling totally helpless.

Carson says nothing, trying not to show how uneasy he feels.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

                    (to Walther)

              P'yÚngyang must approve the ransom...



                          WALTHER

              Of course. The FBI's top Hostage

              Negotiator is on the way --



                          CARSON

              -- Goddamn Negotiator's the last

              thing we need! This asshole sound

              like he was interested in bargaining?



Walther glares at Carson, then continues to Ambassador Han:


                          WALTHER

              We have people who are experts in

              these situations. We really feel it

              would be best if you let them

              coordinate everything...



Numb, Ambassador Han nods.



                          WALTHER

                    (continuing; to Carson)

              Let's get on it...



INT.  FBI GUARDHOUSE - NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Robbins, Sabatini and Dave look up as Carson and Walther enter.



                          CARSON

              ...You're gonna just pay up, count

              on his good nature to return the

              family?!



                          WALTHER

              It's the President's intention to

              keep this quiet, move forward with

              the Summit, and work with the North

              Koreans. Jesus, you've already

              embarrassed the shit out of us over

              the phone surveillance --



                          CARSON

              -- They know their phones are tapped!

              They tap our fucking phones!



                          WALTHER

              That's not the point! The point is

              not acknowledging it!

                    (beat)

              We got an international incident

              brewing, with a country we were

              practically at war with last year!

              Our best Negotiator is gonna run

              point. If you got a problem, you can

              take the goddamn rest of the day off.



                          CARSON

              This Consulate is my responsibility.



                          WALTHER

              Not any more.



Carson is stunned. (OS), we hear a CHOPPER approaching.







                          WALTHER

                    (continuing)

              That's the Negotiator. You do the

              briefing.



Carson shoots a disgusted look at the others, then leaves.



                                             CUT TO:



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - AMBASSADOR HAN'S OFFICE - DAY



Carson turns off the Beach Boys SONG on the TV behind him.



Holding Javal's faxes, he's facing Ambassador Han, Colonel Lee

and the Hostage Negotiator (whom we don't yet see.)



                          CARSON

              ...Our worst enemy'll be the city.

              There are events gearing up all

              around town, and a dozen world

              leaders arriving. Add the Friday

              rush hour and usual L.A. bad

              behavior and it'll be a nightmare

              out there by 3 PM. It all works to

              the advantage of the kidnapper,

              hinders our pursuit efforts...

                    (frowns)

              You don't agree?



WIDER


The Negotiator stands and takes the faxes from Carson.


It's Miranda, his wife. Her FBI shield-holder is folded over

the breast pocket of her jacket.



                          MIRANDA

              I'm wondering whether to believe him

              when he says he's strictly motivated

              by money.



                          CARSON

                    (grabs faxes back)

              You see one word of Peoples'-

              Liberation, Holy-Jihad, Revolutionary

              whatever-it-is-we're-pissed-off-about-

              this-week bullshit in this entire

              letter?



                          MIRANDA

              I still want to check the MO against

              known politicals, terrorists --







                          CARSON

              -- Already doing it. We're

              coordinating with the Secret

              Service, the NSA and the CIA.



                          MIRANDA

              Have someone talk to the LAPD, give

              them a cover story for the media

              about the crash on La Cienega.



Walther comes in and looks at Carson.



                          WALTHER

              Why didn't you tell me Doctor Knoll

              is your wife?!



This surprises Ambassador Han and Colonel Lee.



                          CARSON

                    (while looking at Miranda)

              If she'd changed her name when we

              got married, I wouldn't have to.



                          MIRANDA

                    (to Carson)

              I'm so enjoying this opportunity to

              finally work together...



                          WALTHER

              Jesus, forget I asked.

                    (beat)

              The cash will be here in an hour.

                    (to Miranda)

              Any thoughts on the kidnapper's

              thoughts?



                          MIRANDA

              Everything indicates he's working

              alone. And his concerns do seem to

              be solely about the money... so I

              agree that he's only using the

              Summit and the tension with North

              Korea to create extreme motivation

              to pay the ransom.



                          COLONEL LEE

              I will bring the money to him.



                          CARSON

              My ass.



                          COLONEL LEE

              The hostages are citizens of the

              People's Republic of Korea --



                          CARSON

              -- Hey, do I go to the torture

              chambers in your prisons, tell you

              how to do your job?



                          WALTHER

              All right, you're outta here! Is

              this the same insubordinate crap you

              pulled at Beverly Thrift?



Carson glares coldly at Walther.



                          CARSON

              I'll coordinate the drop.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              Perhaps that is better. Inspector

              Carson knows the terrain --



                          COLONEL LEE

              -- Then he can come with me.



Walther looks at Miranda. She nods her assent.



                          WALTHER

                    (firm; to Carson)

              It's settled.



                          CARSON

              It sucks.



                          MIRANDA

              But it means we can get on with it.



The Americans leave the room.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - HALLWAY - DAY



Still fuming, Carson walks ahead. Miranda pulls Walther aside.



                          MIRANDA

                    (sotto)

              Get one thing straight, Mr. Walther.

              If the Bureau had listened to Pete,

              Beverly Thrift never would've

              happened.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



Hands shaking with nerve- and speed-induced jitters, Javal

turns two switches on the unit atop the TV. Two LED readouts

light up: one shows the current time -- 2:30 PM -- the other

is fixed at 5:00 PM. Below, the TV is still on.



Javal flips the channels, stopping at a rerun of "Lifestyles

of the Rich and Famous." He suppresses a gleeful giggle.



                          JAVAL

              That's more like it...



He checks the contents of his prescription bottle. Two pills.

He takes one, stuffs the bottle in his pocket, and leaves.



EXT.  PíY³NGYANG, NORTH KOREA - DAY



SUPER: PíyÚngyang. Capitol of North Korea.



Poster city for the charms of Communism: dreary, crumbling,

gray, stifling, hopeless.



INT.  WORKERS' PARADISE HALL - CONFERENCE CHAMBER - DAY



In the main government offices, a meeting of ten overly-

decorated MILITARY MEN and their SUPPORT STAFFS.



Sour GENERAL KAI (50's) is ARGUING heatedly in KOREAN with an

aged MODERATE GENERAL. The weak-willed PREMIER OF NORTH KOREA

sits up front and listens passively.



An ARMY MAJOR sitting behind General Kai stands and slips out

the door.



EXT.  WORKERS' PARADISE HALL - ROOFTOP - DAY



Crouched behind an air-conditioning unit, the Major, an

American Operative, speaks in UNACCENTED ENGLISH into a small

UPLINK DEVICE, disguised to look like a palmtop computer.



                          OPERATIVE

                    (into uplink device)

              ...They've got the Premier agreeing

              to the hard-line position --



He hears footsteps approaching (OS).



                          OPERATIVE

                    (continuing; sotto)

              More to follow...



He angles skyward a tiny dish-shaped antenna on the Device. On

its screen it says COMPRESSING... SCRAMBLING... UPLINKING...



After it's finished, the Operative snaps it closed and puts it

into a false bottom in his attachÈ case. He disappears just

before a GUARD rounds the corner.



EXT.  STREETS OF LOS ANGELES - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



"Welcome Pacific Partners" banners hang everywhere.



WORKERS and CATERERS prepare for the various parties and

events around town. COPS and PRIVATE SECURITY do their best to

keep traffic moving, but it's already getting congested.



INT.  FBI GUARDHOUSE - NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Dave stares at his computer, looking through a DATABASE of

kidnappers and their modus operandi. He rubs his eyes.



                          DAVE

              I wanted to be home by now, take the

              kids to the rally in Boyle Heights.



                          SABATINI

              We got a cabin in Big Bear. By now,

              L.A. was supposed to be a brown

              blotch in the rear-view mirror.



She's helping Walther stack packs of THOUSAND-DOLLAR-BILLS

into a series of small plastic bags, tying each one off when

it's the size of a brick. They then put the individual bags

into two larger bags.



Robbins rubber-bands a matchbook-sized HOMING TRANSMITTER in

between two packs of cash. He then hollows out a dime-sized

space inside a different pack of money with a razor knife.



He puts a tiny, SECOND homing transmitter in the space. Carson

checks some hand-held receivers. Miranda crosses to him.



                          MIRANDA

              He'll expect a homing device --



                          CARSON

              -- I expect him to expect it. He'll

              check the cash with an RF detector...

                    (re larger transmitter)

              Meaning he'll find this one.

                    (re smaller transmitter)

              This only has a quarter-mile range,

              but on a frequency too low to detect.

                    (turns off receiver)

              And I doubt the asshole will have an

              X-ray machine or a metal detector.



                          MIRANDA

              Why must you always refer generically

              to criminals as "assholes?"



                          CARSON

              Gosh, you're right. It could

              undermine their self-esteem and spoil

              their chances for rehabilitation.


                          MIRANDA

              You been reading my magazines in the

              bathroom again?



She returns to listening to an AUDIO TAPE:



                          JAVAL (VO)

                    (thru recorder)

              "And my device will fulfill its

              function at exactly 5:00 PM..."



                          MIRANDA

              He's really exhibiting pressured

              speech... big effort here to sound

              calm. Same with his vocabulary... if

              he were in control, he wouldn't feel

              such a need to sound that way.



                          CARSON

              Just tell me if we can use it.



                          MIRANDA

              If we needle him he could get sloppy

              and give us an opening, but I'm not

              going to risk it. This is the worst

              kind of perpetrator: anything makes

              him deviate from his carefully-

              scripted plan, he could become

              extremely volatile.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



During this, Colonel Lee stands in a window on the top floor,

pointing a LASER EAVESDROPPING UNIT at the FBI guardhouse.



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru headphones)

              Do we have back-up if the bleeper

              fails?



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru headphones)

              Nothing but physical surveillance.



INT.  FBI GUARDHOUSE - NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



                          MIRANDA

              It's real important we don't lose

              him. He didn't go through all the

              trouble of designing that bomb not

              to use it.



Carson looks at her as the thought of it hits him.







                          CARSON

              Well, it ain't gonna happen.

                    (beat; sotto)

              Not again...



EXT.  WHITE HOUSE, WASHINGTON, DC - ESTABLISHING - DAY



INT.  WHITE HOUSE - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY



The National Security Council: VICE PRESIDENT, SECRETARIES OF

DEFENSE, STATE, CHIEFS of the FBI, CIA and NSA -- sit

nervously around a table, facing a video conferencing setup.

The President, in Air Force One, APPEARS on it.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              What the hell is the big crisis?



                          SECRETARY OF STATE

              We just received a missive from the

              North Korean attachÈ. They say the

              kidnapping is a U.S. plot to provoke

              and humiliate them during the Summit.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              Bullshit. They're just ticked because

              we don't want the Chinese dragging

              their asses into the treaty talks.



The SENIOR INTELLIGENCE OFFICER refers to his notes.



                          INTELLIGENCE OFFICER

              We have a covert operative in place.

              He reports the hard-liners and

              moderates in the High Command are

              arguing about how to respond, should

              the Premier's niece and her children

              should be killed.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (scowls; thru video link)

              Respond?! Christ. What about the

              damn Premier?



                          SECRETARY OF STATE

              He's weak. He has to look tough to

              save face, keep control of hard-

              liners... otherwise he risks a coup.



                          CIA CHIEF

              Which is a real possibility. Most of

              those old-fart Generals don't want to

                          -more-



                          CIA CHIEF (Cont'd)

              be part of the Summit any more than

              we want them to. They're mad as hell

              he even talked to the Chinese.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              I don't want to deal with this right

              now! Get our diplomats on it. Tell

              the North we'll pay the ransom for

              'em... Placate 'em! And make damn

              sure we get that family back in one

              piece. Who's in charge in L.A.?



                          FBI CHIEF

              The Bureau, Sir. We have a crack

              team in place.



                          SECRETARY OF STATE

              There's a Diplomatic Liaison from

              State, too.



                          CIA CHIEF

                    (to FBI Chief)

              What about your man stationed at the

              Consulate...

                    (refers to notes)

              Carson? He was demoted from the FBI

              Hostage Program, couple years back.

              And this did happen on his watch...



                          FBI CHIEF

                    (irritated)

              There's no way he could've prevented

              this abduction! Besides, I've got one

              of my top Negotiators in charge --



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              -- Whatever. I want a total news

              blackout and I want this over with,

              quickly! Without giving those Commie

              little bastards any excuse to shit

              all over my Summit!



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Inside, the grandfather clock in the foyer CHIMES THREE TIMES.



Colonel Lee, carrying an AMD-74 machine gun, goes to get in the

driver's side of the second armored Mercedes, but Carson is

already there. Grumbling, he crosses to the passenger's side.



Carson drives off just a moment before Colonel Lee is

completely in the car.







EXT.  HIGHLAND AVENUE - DAY



The Mercedes crosses Melrose, going into Hollywood. The town

is all done up with posters and banners.



Robbins and Walther follow a block behind the Mercedes in an

unmarked car; Sabatini and Dave drive ahead in Dave's Dodge.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - AMBASSADOR HAN'S OFFICE - DAY



Miranda, Ambassador Han, and Lisa's father (the cussing Jag

Owner) wait by the phone. Miranda smiles reassuringly at the

two nervous fathers. The phone RINGS; she picks it up.



                          MIRANDA

                    (into phone)

              Yes, please go ahead...



                          JAVAL (VO)

                    (long beat; thru phone)

              Ah... this must be one of those

              professionals --



                          MIRANDA

                    (into phone)

              -- I'm only here to see that

              everyone gets what they want --



                          JAVAL (VO)

                    (thru phone)

              -- I've got my shotgun in little

              Lisa's mouth, and I will pull the

              trigger in five seconds unless you

              put the Ambassador on the phone.



Miranda hands the phone to Ambassador Han.



INT.  MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



From the two-way radio in Carson's pocket:



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              The drop is at the DeMille barn,

              across from the Hollywood Bowl.

              You're to leave the money in the

              center of the parking lot.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Shit... no way we can set up a stake-

              out in...

                          -more-



                          CARSON (Cont'd)

                    (checks watch)

              Four minutes. Call the Park Rangers

              at the Bowl. Have them clear the

              area of civilians.



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Remember, Pete... we're dealing with

              a customer with a lot of rage.



                          CARSON

                    (to himself)

              Must've bought a house same time we

              did.



EXT.  HIGHLAND AVENUE - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



Robbins and Walther are inching along in traffic on Highland

near Hollywood Blvd.



Elsewhere, we see unmarked police and government cars cruising

around, dropping off disguised FOOT-SURVEILLANCE OFFICERS, etc.



A BIKER CLUB



of twenty aging, weekend-warriors, all on custom Harleys, turn

from the Boulevard onto Highland.



EXT.  DEMILLE BARN - DAY



Carson drives the Mercedes into the entrance of the Hollywood

Museum Park. Carson stops in front of a yellow barn with a

sign atop it: "Jesse Lasky Famous Players."



INT./EXT.  JAVAL'S VAN - DAY



Still disguised as an ice-cream truck, the van is parked

across Highland by the entrance to the Hollywood Bowl, where a

Summit-related concert is being readied.



Javal watches the Mercedes, and takes his last pill. He's flying.



INT.  MERCEDES - DAY



Colonel Lee grabs the two large plastic bags full of money

from the back seat, opens his door, and drops them onto the

pavement. Carson looks around.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              There's about a hundred ways he can

              scurry off like a cockroach from

              here... So spread out.



Colonel Lee checks their BEEPING homing receiver. Carson hangs

a left onto Highland, going back the way he came.



INT.  DAVE'S DODGE - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Dave holds their homing receiver. Sabatini, behind the wheel,

smacks his arm and points ahead:



EXT.  DEMILLE BARN - DAY



Javal's van drives into the parking lot, and stops right above

the bags of money.



                          DAVE

                    (into radio)

              Our boy's in a fuckin' ice cream

              truck!



EXT.  ODIN STREET - DAY



Sabatini and Dave watch Javal's van through the trees.



INT.  JAVAL'S VAN - DAY



Javal, sweating and shaking, quickly runs a metal-detector

wand over each of the individual bags of money. One of them

makes the speaker in the wand handle WHINE.



INT.  DAVE'S DODGE - INCLUDE POV OF DEMILLE BARN - DAY



The van pulls away.



Dave glances at the homing receiver. The signal isn't moving.

He looks up...



Two of the small bags of money are sitting on the pavement.



                          DAVE

              Son of a bitch!

                    (into radio)

              He found the bleepers -- both of

              them!



INT.  MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Fuck! Okay, stay back. It's not like

              he'll be hard to see in that truck.

              Which way's he heading?



                          DAVE (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Toward the freeway.



Carson hangs a U-turn.







EXT.  HIGHLAND AVENUE - DAY



At the complex intersection where Highland ends at the 101,

Javal bears to the right, toward the South on-ramp.



Sabatini and Dave follow a few cars behind as he gets on it.



Suddenly, he scoots over to the shoulder and slams the van

into REVERSE. He backs off the on-ramp, past a row of angry

drivers, passing by Sabatini and Dave.



Peeling in reverse onto Highland, Javal stomps on the brakes.

The snap buckles holding the ice-cream-truck superstructure

around his van BREAK APART, and the whole thing slides off...

blocking Sabatini's way.



Javal drives forward again, this time getting onto the 101

North on-ramp.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - AMBASSADOR HAN'S OFFICE - DAY



Miranda looks at Ambassador Han and Lisa's father while

anxiously clutching her two-way radio.



                          MIRANDA

                    (into radio)

              What happened?



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              We're made! Gotta grab him!



                          MIRANDA

                    (beat; into radio)

              All right... Carefully...



INT.  MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Carson follows Javal onto the freeway. Colonel Lee grabs his

AMD-74 machine gun.



                          CARSON

              Watch it! We need him alive!



EXT.  HOLLYWOOD FREEWAY - DAY



Colonel Lee leans out and SHOOTS Javal's rear tires out.



The van drives erratically, held in its lane by bumping

against the cars around it.



Carson pulls up closer...



Suddenly, the rear doors of the van burst open...



And Javal flies out, riding a motorcycle. He's got the money

stuffed into two big, chaps-sized SADDLEBAGS slung over the

back of the machine.



He straddles the lanes, going against traffic, riding like a

maniac back the way he came.



Carson watches him in the rear-view... and speeds up, driving

away from him.



                          COLONEL LEE

              Turn around!



But Carson hugs the shoulder, moving through the heavy

traffic, until he spots what he was looking for:



The Biker Club, riding in formation up ahead.



Carson cuts in front of them and slams on the brakes. He jumps

out and grabs one of the Biker's machines by the handlebars,

wrestling it to a stop. While pulling its BURLY OWNER off it:



                          CARSON

              FBI. Call our office, they'll take

              care of you.



Meanwhile, the other BIKERS have come to help their friend.

They pull guns, knives, chains...



They're stopped by Sabatini, who appears holding her MP-5

machine pistol. The Biker yells at Carson as he drives way:



                          BIKER

              I'm a taxpayer! I'm a goddamn

              dentist!



COLONEL LEE



gets in the driver's seat of the Mercedes and turns it around.



JAVAL



continues down the freeway on his bike, straddling lanes,

driving the wrong way, retracing his route back to Highland,

leaving CAR HORNS, CURSING, and COLLISIONS in his wake.



WIDER



When everyone thinks they've seen it all, here comes another

mad biker -- Carson -- riding against traffic in pursuit.







EXT.  HIGHLAND AVENUE - DAY



Javal rides against traffic down the Cahuenga on-ramp, then

jumps the divider, runs the light crossing Highland, and gets

into the southbound lanes.



He just misses a BUS, nearly wiping out.



                          CARSON

              Just don't kill yourself, you piece

              of shit...



Carson fishes out his two-way.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; into radio)

              Helicopter or two would be nice!



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - AMBASSADOR HAN'S OFFICE - DAY



Listening to the two-way, Miranda tries to follow the action.



                          MIRANDA

                    (into radio)

              Love to be in the loop on this...



EXT.  HIGHLAND AVENUE - DAY



Speeding up, Carson precariously cuts in between traffic.



                          CARSON

                    (to himself)

              Not just now, dear...



Seeing Carson approaching on his right, Javal pulls his Benelli

shotgun from one of the saddlebags. He rests the barrel on his

arm and FIRES a blinding-white load of magnesium at Carson.



Carson grabs the brake handles to slow down, and the BLAST

crosses just in front of him. A few BURNING pieces pepper the

front fender of the bike, but the bulk HITS the concrete art-

deco statue in the entrance to the Hollywood Bowl. The statue

shatters into a million FLAMING fragments.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; grumbling)

              I coulda had a ranch... maybe some

              horses... but no, we moved to L.A.



JAVAL



speeds up. A car passing on the right BUMPS him. Javal grabs

for the handlebar to stabilize himself, DROPPING the shotgun.



A HELICOPTER appears, and flies just above him.



Then, spotting some police cars ahead, he quickly hangs a

right, ducking onto Alta Loma Terrace.



EXT.  ALTA LOMA TERRACE - DAY



Carson stops at the entrance to the winding, hillside

neighborhood, accessible only by footpaths. The area is

covered by thick foliage, hiding Javal from the helicopter.



Carson revs down so he can listen for Javal's machine. He

HEARS it up above and takes off, up a steep flight of stairs.



NEW ANGLE



Javal has reached the summit, only to find he's boxed in. He

can either turn around, or take the neighborhood's unique,

outdoor elevator, housed in a free-standing, three-story

concrete tower.



He jumps off his bike. Carrying the saddlebags, he runs into

the elevator -- but it needs a key to operate.



Javal comes back out, panicking.  He HEARS Carson coming up

the hill. He spots a GARDENER watering nearby with a hose.



ANGLE WITH CARSON



as he reaches the summit. He sees Javal's motorcycle,

abandoned, lying on its side...



And then he sees the Gardener, sprawled on the ground, a

BULLET HOLE in the center of his forehead.



Carson turns off his motorcycle and pulls out his Sig 9mm. He

moves slowly toward the elevator tower and looks inside.



HIS POV



The casement window in the back of the tower is broken. One end

of the gardener's hose is tied to a grate, and the hose is

hanging through the broken window.



Carson looks out the window as Javal climbs down the outside of

the tower on the hose to High Tower Drive, the street below.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              He's on foot, at the base of the

              elevator tower!



But just as Carson is about to climb down the hose...







EXT.  HIGH TOWER DRIVE - DAY



Javal spots a COLLEGE GIRL backing a tiny Geo out of her

garage. He rips her out of the car, jumps in and tears away.



EXT.  ALTA LOMA TERRACE - DAY



Carson jumps back on his motorcycle and starts it up.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Goddammit! He's in a blue Geo!



EXT.  HIGHLAND AVENUE - DAY



In the Geo, Javal drives out onto Highland. He muscles his way

through traffic, then cuts across to Franklin.



Behind him, Robbins and Walther drive along the divider lane.



On the bike, Carson emerges from Alta Loma, joining Sabatini

and Dave in Dave's Dodge and Colonel Lee in the Mercedes as

they all try to catch up to Javal.



The helicopter flies ahead, then disappears past the hill

below Franklin.



EXT.  VINE STREET - DAY



Javal hangs a hard right off of Franklin onto Vine, putting

him on top of a hill that drops down to Sunset.



Carson and Colonel Lee close in on the Geo.



Suddenly, the helicopter RISES UP from the bottom of the hill.

It's less than fifty feet in front of Javal, at eye level.



Javal FIRES at the copter with his Beretta.



Colonel Lee indiscriminately FIRES his machine gun at the Geo.



Carson SHOUTS at Colonel Lee, furious at his carelessness!



INT.  PURSUIT COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Colonel Lee's BULLETS trace across the cockpit of the

helicopter; one hits the PILOT in the neck. Clutching it with

one hand, the Pilot loses control of the copter.



EXT.  VINE STREET - DAY



Everyone on the road scatters to get out of the copter's way.

It appears as though it's going to crash onto the street, then

it gains altitude, GYRATING wildly just above the Geo.



Javal tries to move away, but one of its landing runners

SMASHES through the top of the windshield, WEDGING itself

against the inside of the Geo's roof.



Snared, the little Geo is LIFTED off the ground -- instantly

too high for a terrified Javal to escape from it.



INT.  PURSUIT COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



The wounded Pilot, barely conscious, searches for safe area to

set down -- but there are cars and people everywhere.



The Pilot wrestles his stick; his copter is almost impossible

to control with the car hanging from it. He's fading...



EXT.  VINE STREET - DAY



The copter and Geo lurch over and past the round Capitol

Records building, KNOCKING the spindle off the top of it.



The impact further destabilizes the copter's flight. It's

heading right toward the 20-story Sunset Vine Tower, at the

bottom of the hill.



INT.  JAVAL'S GEO - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Javal, trapped inside, looks through the windshield as the

glass and steel side of the tower looms closer. He SCREAMS.



EXT.  SUNSET VINE TOWER - DAY



The copter and the Geo CRASH into the side of the Tower, 12

floors up. Glass blows out in all directions; the rotor

shatters; office furnishings are blown through the hole like

backwash.



The Geo hangs passenger's side down from the runner.



CLOSER



From the series of jerking, slipping MOVEMENTS, it is clear

the copter is not going to stay where it is for long.



The Geo's passenger side door pops open. Javal, panting with

fear, jimmies his foot against the dashboard and holds the

steering wheel to keep from falling out.



ANGLE ON VEHICLES BELOW



In the clog of traffic, cars swerve away, rapidly reverse...

anything to get away from the area below the impact.







JAVAL



reacts to another SLIP. The big saddlebags of money on the

seat start to slide toward the open door.



He gingerly reaches over to grab them... the copter SHIFTS

again... he loses his grip...



And, clutching the saddlebags, he TOPPLES out of the car.



We stay with him as he FALLS 12 stories, SCREAMING...



Then LANDING on top of a parking meter. It RIPS though his

chest and he hits the sidewalk with a wet THUD.



EXT.  VINE AND SUNSET - DAY



Carson rushes across the street to Javal's body. The teetering

copter and Geo are right above it.



Grimacing, Carson tries to lift Javal's body up off the

parking meter, but it's messy, slippery work...



Unable to move the body, Carson quickly searches its pockets.

All he finds is the now-empty prescription bottle.



Above, the copter GROANS... it's about to come loose...



Carson pulls out his Sig 9mm and FIRES several times at

Javal's right wrist, then TEARS the HAND off the body.



With a loud WRENCHING of metal, the copter and Geo break away

from the building.



Carson grabs the saddlebags and runs like hell across the

street, diving for cover behind a car.



BEHIND CARSON



the copter and Geo crash to the sidewalk and EXPLODE.



NEW ANGLE



Sooty, covered in Javal's blood, Carson crosses to the others.

He throws Walther the saddlebags and Sabatini the severed hand.



                          CARSON

              Fingerprint it.

                    (to Walther)

              He's not gonna tell us where to find

              the hostages...

                          -more-



                          CARSON (Cont'd)

                    (looks at watch)

              Meaning we got exactly 80 minutes to

              figure it out for ourselves.



                          WALTHER

              Figure it out?! With what?!



                          CARSON

                    (ignores him; into radio)

              Miranda! We need a copter, pronto!

                    (to Robbins)

              Get back to his van. There were no

              plates, but check the VIN, look it

              over, then meet us at the Consulate.



Robbins is still trying to process what just happened.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

               Go!



                                             CUT TO:



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - AMBASSADOR HAN'S OFFICE - DAY



The clock reads 3:50 PM. Carson, Miranda, Robbins, Sabatini,

Ambassador Han and Colonel Lee are all TALKING at once.



                          CARSON

                    (to Walther)

              ...Scrounge us some bodies: National

              Guard, State Troopers, CHPs, local

              PD's, meter maids --



                          WALTHER

              -- They're gonna search the whole

              city in a goddamn hour..?!



                          CARSON

              Look, I don't need you to tell me

              how fucked we are!



                          WALTHER

              Fuck you!! Every time you're on a

              case something explodes!



Carson looks like he's going to explode. Before he can reply:



                          MIRANDA

              Stop! The clock's running! Arguing

              is a luxury we can't afford!

                          -more-



                          MIRANDA (Cont'd)

                    (looks at Carson)

              What's done is done. There'll be

              plenty of time to point fingers

              later.



Carson would love to get into it, but he lets it slide. He

looks Sabatini, wandering aimlessly with Javal's severed hand.



                          SABATINI

              I need some fuckin' ink!!



Carson grabs one of the expensive pens from Ambassador Han's

desk, SNAPS it in half, and hands it to her.



In the b.g. she stands at the credenza, inks the hand's fingers

and thumb and rolls them onto a piece of letterhead paper.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              This is impossible! How can you even

              begin to find them?



Good question. All eyes go to Miranda.



                          MIRANDA

              Well, the normal procedure is to

              negotiate with the perpetrator...



Her head is spinning. She looks at Carson.



                          CARSON

              Let's take stock. We've got a picture

              of where he hid the family, and

              recordings of his calls --



                          MIRANDA

              -- That's right! We can send them to

              our experts for analysis...



                          CARSON

                    (to Ambassador Han)

              Same with his fingerprints. But that

              means we need high-quality image and

              data transmission. We can piss away

              ten minutes coptering this shit to

              our offices in Westwood, or we can

              use your surveillance equipment.



                          COLONEL LEE

              There is no surveillance equipment.

              This is a diplomatic facility --



                          CARSON

              -- You want to play games, fine.



He turns to go. Ambassador Han turns to Colonel Lee.







                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              Take them upstairs.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



In the converted attic, several North Korean ESPIONAGE AGENTS

monitor military and police frequencies, downlinks from remote

wiretaps and surveillance units; short-wave, cellular, etc.

Their equipment, being of Chinese and Iranian manufacture, is

hardly cutting-edge technology.



Colonel Lee and Ambassador Han enter. The Espionage Agents are

surprised when Carson, Miranda, Walther and Sabatini follow.

Walther looks around, amazed. Carson grabs a pair of headphones.



                          CARSON

              South Korean Consulate's just down

              the street -- want to take a listen?



Colonel Lee pulls the phones away from him.



Carson takes the page with the fingerprints from Sabatini. The

Espionage Agents back away from her and Javal's hand.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; re hand)

              Shitcan that thing, will you?!



She looks around. Then, shrugging, she tosses it into a

wastepaper basket.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; to Colonel Lee)

              Got a digital scanner?



                          COLONEL LEE

              Analog.



                          CARSON

                    (looks equipment over)

              You might want to drop a few bucks at

              Radio Shack and get with the decade.

                    (into radio)

              Dave -- get in here. Bring your

              computer, a city map, and the tapes

              of the ransom calls.



                          DAVE (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              On my way...



He's also HEARD, faintly, through the laser eavesdropping unit

by the window. Carson notices, but doesn't comment.







                          MIRANDA

                    (to Colonel Lee)

              Colonel, you saw the perp. Describe

              him to the Ambassador, see if it's

              anyone he knows.



Colonel Lee begrudgingly obliges. Carson dials a phone.



                          CARSON

                    (into phone)

              This is Carson in L.A. There's a set

              of prints coming over. Narrow the

              search criteria: Male, thirties,

              Caucasian... French, Belgian, Swiss,

              maybe Canadian. Try kidnappers and

              bombers first. We need an answer in

              fifteen minutes.



EXT.  HOOVER BUILDING, WASHINGTON, DC - DAY



FBI headquarters, with the Washington Monument in the b.g.



INT.  HOOVER BUILDING - FINGERPRINT LAB - DAY



A TECHNICIAN, wearing thick glasses, sits in front of a high-

resolution computer monitor.



                          FINGERPRINT TECH

                    (into phone)

              That yellow air out there finally

              rot your brain?! It's impossible!



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru phone)

              Dazzle me.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Carson clicks off the phone, then, as he dials another number:



                          CARSON

                    (to Walther)

              We got one of the best sound guys

              right here in town...

                    (into phone)

              Newman in Audio Analysis...



                          DAVE (OS)

              Newman's gone.



WIDER



Dave comes into the room.







                          DAVE

              He quit, couple weeks ago. Opened a

              bed and breakfast in Wyoming.



Carson looks at Miranda and hangs up the phone.



                          DAVE

                    (continuing; looks around)

              Damn... they get HBO? I'd sure like

              to see the fight tonight.



                          CARSON

              Get those tapes transferred to a

              sound guy. We need ambient and

              background analysis, the whole

              enchilada.



                          DAVE

              Enchilada -- you saying that because

              I'm Mexican?



                          CARSON

              No... 'cause you're fat.



                          MIRANDA

                    (picks up Javal's fax)

              Photo enhancement... Isn't there

              some amazing tech with the LAPD --



                          DAVE

              -- Bronsky. Transferred to Seattle

              PD a month ago.



                          CARSON

              Jesus H. Christ...



                          SABATINI

              I'd send it to Langley. Let the CIA

              earn their keep.



                          CARSON

              Do it.



Carson tosses Javal's bloody, unlabeled prescription bottle to

Miranda. She looks it over, runs her finger inside, tastes the

dust on her fingertip.



                          MIRANDA

              Given his behavior, this orange

              residue... I'd say Desoxyn, 25 mg.

              Amphetamines.



                          CARSON

              Any significance?







                          MIRANDA

              It's consistent with the lone wolf

              scenario: A handful of these is pure

              bravery-in-a-bottle, 'til the

              psychosis and paranoia kick in.

                    (beat)

              We could check pharmacy records, on

              the remote chance he got them

              legally... if we had a couple of

              weeks, that is.



                          CARSON

                    (to Sabatini)

              Get the Bureau on it.



                          MIRANDA

              Forget it. It's a waste of manpower.



                          CARSON

              Look, goddammit, you start skipping

              no-chance-in-hell leads, we can all

              quit and go to the beach right now.



Sabatini looks at them -- which will it be? Miranda frowns and

nods her okay, then spreads the L.A. map out on the table.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

              He grabbed the family at 8:30. The

              last certain visual we had was just

              before his van went into the alley

              on La Cienega at 8:42. He called the

              Consulate at 9:30.



                          MIRANDA

              That gives him about fifty minutes

              to get to his location, move and

              secure the hostages, and activate

              his time bomb.



                          CARSON

              He probably waited a while to pad

              the time -- he wanted us know the

              family was still alive...

                    (sotto; re Koreans)

              ...So these crazy bastards wouldn't

              throw a premature shit hemorrhage,

              but he didn't want to call too soon,

              either. I say they're within 15 to

              20 minutes, via surface streets, of

              where we last saw them.



He draws a circle on the city map: Beverly Hills to downtown,

Hollywood to Inglewood.







                          MIRANDA

              The most densely-populated part of

              the L.A. basin. This narrows it down

              to about 200,000 dwellings.



A beat while this sinks in.



                          MIRANDA

                    (continuing)

              He was traveling west --



                          CARSON

              -- Bet he doubled back.



                          MIRANDA

              C'mon, that's total conjecture --



                          SABATINI

                    (re Carson)

              -- I'd trust his instincts when

              dealing with maniacs. He is deeply

              disturbed.



                          MIRANDA

              You're telling me?



INT.  WHITE HOUSE - CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY



Everyone is smoking. Their tension has increased tenfold since

we last saw them. The President, SEEN through the video setup,

is pacing on Air Force One.



                          SECRETARY OF STATE

              ...North Koreans have gone ballistic,

              accusing us of botching the ransom

              drop on purpose.



                          SECRETARY OF DEFENSE

              They're still harping on that

              "American plot" nonsense.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              Meaning?



                          SECRETARY OF DEFENSE

              They say the death of the Premier's

              niece and her family would justify

              immediate retaliation.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              Are they out of their fuckin' minds?!

              What kind of retaliation?



Everyone in the room looks at one another.







                          CIA CHIEF

              They're threatening to pull a Saddam

              Hussein: remember the Scuds he lobbed

              at Jerusalem during Desert Storm?

                    (beat)

              They're talking about firing a

              missile into Los Angeles --



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              -- A goddamn WHAT??



                          INTELLIGENCE OFFICER

              Best guess is an AS-15, medium-range

              cruise -- their version of our

              Tomahawk, launched from offshore.



                          SECRETARY OF DEFENSE

              The AS-15 is gyro-guided. It will

              find the city, but it's not too

              accurate beyond that.



                          VICE PRESIDENT

              Still, for their purposes it's

              perfect: Hit somewhere in L.A., take

              out a city block or two...



                          SECRETARY OF STATE

              To the eyes of the world it's a

              measured response -- like what Reagan

              did to Qaddafi. But actually striking

              at an American city would be a huge

              psychological victory for them.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              I don't believe I'm hearing this!

                    (beat)

              So if we know it's coming, we can

              knock it out of the fuckin' sky!



                          SECRETARY OF DEFENSE

              These weapons fly subsonically, below

              radar... we don't have the defenses

              in place... If we'd had the time to

              deploy a string of Patriot anti-

              missile batteries across the coast --



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              -- You're saying we got all this

              lousy hardware and can't stop one

              goddamn missile??



Everyone's silence answers his question.







                          PRESIDENT

                    (continuing; thru video

                     link)

              I want an immediate search for all

              ships within range.



                          FBI CHIEF

              We better inform the other leaders,

              stall on the Summit --



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              There's no reason to panic yet --

              they can't launch until after the

              family's confirmed dead!



                          CIA CHIEF

              Afraid that's not the case...



The Intelligence Officer illustrates his explanation with

FOOTAGE and DIAGRAMS on a nearby COMPUTER SCREEN:



                          INTELLIGENCE OFFICER

              The North Korean Premier holds what

              we call a "Brinksman Switch." He's

              able to destroy a missile in flight,

              right up to the moment before it

              achieves its target.



                          CIA CHIEF

              Our Op says they've timed their

              retaliation to hit right after 5:00.



                          FBI CHIEF

              And if the family turns up okay,

              they'll just make it self-destruct.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              Shit! I really don't need this today!



                          VICE PRESIDENT

              We're forgetting one thing here: the

              family. Intelligence is sure the

              North will abort their attack if Mrs.

              Han and her kids are safely returned?



                          CIA CHIEF

              Absolutely. Their whole game depends

              on claiming a legitimate provocation.



                          SECRETARY OF DEFENSE

              Still, we should let them know there'd

              be a response... if it comes to it.







                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              I'd like to turn 'em into a

              radioactive parking lot.



                          SECRETARY OF STATE

              That's the problem: we can't. We're

              the last superpower. Our hands are

              tied by politics, alliances, goddamn

              stacks of treaties... most we could

              do is give 'em a "measured response"

              back again, or everyone starts

              crying that we're the bullies.



                          SECRETARY OF DEFENSE

              Damn, I miss the Cold War. Russians

              wouldn't have dreamt of pulling a

              stunt like this.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              Believe me, the North drops one in

              my fuckin' city, I'm dropping ten in

              theirs. Get some bombers in the air.

              And don't tell me any more bad news!



EXT.  HOLLYWOOD FREEWAY - DAY



Robbins stands by Javal's van, on the shoulder of the freeway.



                          ROBBINS

                    (into radio)

              ...Phone company decal's a fake. DMV

              says the van was purchased a week ago

              from a private party in Santa Monica.

              I called 'em; they said the guy paid

              cash, and he fits our boy's

              description. Signed the name "Douglas

              McArthur" to the Transfer of Title.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Cute.

                    (to Miranda)

              He signed the name of the Allied

              Commander during the Korean War.

              Maybe he was a political.



                          MIRANDA

              No. The phony ice cream truck, the

              booby-trapped chairs... he could've

                          -more-



                          MIRANDA (Cont'd)

              done it without half that stuff. But

              this was going to be the score of a

              lifetime... he was showing off.



                          CARSON

                    (to Dave)

              Who's got those kinds of skills:

              Electronics, vehicle customizing,

              computers, explosives?



                          DAVE

              Military. Cop, maybe. Shit, your

              average high-school student if

              they're so inclined. My guess is our

              perp used off-the-shelf equipment

              for everything except the C-4, and

              that's only slightly harder to get

              than crack or heroin, if you know

              who to ask.



EXT.  PARKER CENTER - DOWNTOWN LOS ANGELES - DAY



LAPD headquarters.



INT.  PARKER CENTER - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



Everyone who can be spared, even moth-eaten SUPPORT PERSONNEL,

hustle through the maze of hallways and get into waiting cars.



EXT.  STREETS OF LOS ANGELES - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



From up here, it looks like the city is one big block party.

Accordingly, traffic is heavy and unpleasant.



                          BOBBI (VO)

              Please, L.A., I know we're about to

              have quite a party out there, but

              don't forget the Golden Rule on the

              roadways... News time is 3:59...



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Bobbi looks into the TV camera, dripping with sincerity.



                          BOBBI

              This is Bobbi Marchfelder, your Eye

              in the Sky... back to you, Brent...



The red light on the camera goes off. Bobbi turns to the Pilot.







                          BOBBI

                    (continuing; furious)

              Hey, dickhead... I was backlit that

              entire segment!

                    (as if to a child)

              Keep... the sun... to my left!!



The Cameraman and the Pilot sigh at each other.



                          BOBBI

                    (continuing)

              What's new on the kidnapping rumor?



                          CAMERAMAN

              Nada. Total news blackout.



                          BOBBI

              Go back over the hill.



                          NEWS PILOT

              We got the valley traffic report in

              fifteen --



                          BOBBI

              -- "Stalled vehicle! One lane closed!

              Sig alert..!" I'll improvise!



She takes an industrial-sized bottle of Mylanta out of her

purse. It's fitted with a water-bottle DRINKING SPOUT. She

takes a huge swig and grimaces.



                          BOBBI

                    (continuing; to Cameraman)

              What are you lookin' at? I was the

              morning anchor in Houston! And I'm

              one break away from getting out of

              this stupid fuckin' whirlybird!



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - LOS ANGELES - DAY



The Han family sits in their booby-trapped chairs. Joy

carefully turns to her mother.



                          JOY

              Why us?



                          MRS. HAN

              You heard him -- for money.



                          JOY

              What if something goes wrong?



                          MRS. HAN

                    (firmly)

              It won't.







INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Carson grabs his FBI blazer off the back of a chair.



                          CARSON

              I'm going to the kidnapping site.



                          MIRANDA

              I want to talk to the witnesses.



Colonel Lee also heads for the door. Carson looks at him.



                          CARSON

              Great, we'll hire a bus.



They leave. Dave, meanwhile, paces, phone in hand.



                          DAVE

                    (into phone)

              ...I know it's privileged

              information, goddammit! Lemme talk

              to a supervisor... You are a

              supervisor... Lemme talk to your

              goddamn supervisor... I told you,

              I'm with the FBI...

                    (to Sabatini)

              Cellular company says he was using a

              phone with a cloned number.



                          SABATINI

              Big surprise. Have 'em send a list of

              the numbers called on the account.



                          DAVE

              That's what I'm trying to get.

              They're saying I need a subpoena.

                    (into phone)

              Don't put me on hold... Don't...

                    (pulls phone from his ear)

              I'm listening to Michael fuckin'

              Bolton!



                          SABATINI

              Walther! Get on the horn to Justice

              and deal with this!



EXT.  PACIFIC OCEAN - ANGLE ON FISHING TRAWLER - DAY



SUPER: Pacific Ocean. 500 miles west-northwest of Los Angeles.



We FIND a nondescript commercial fishing vessel. Up top, some

Asian "FISHERMEN" crank in and stow their nets.







INT./EXT.  FISHING TRAWLER - DAY



Coming closer, we see it's actually a disguised North Korean

SPY VESSEL. Several MEN, working under hanging tarps, secure

a 20-foot-long missile launching track to the bow.



Two MISSILE EXPERTS install a green, cone-shaped WARHEAD of

high explosives onto the nose of a 23-foot-long, short-winged

CRUISE MISSILE. They wait for the CAPTAIN's orders...



EXT.  HOLLYWOOD FREEWAY - DAY



Robbins is in Javal's van, examining the innards of the remote-

control boxes. He picks up his radio.



                          ROBBINS

                    (into radio)

              A lot of the components are made by

              the same manufacturer -- a car

              security company.



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Jump a copter to the Consulate. See

              if the manufacturer sells to the

              public. Find out what shops use their

              stuff; put people on the phones with

              a description of the perp.



EXT.  CRENSHAW BLVD - DAY



At the kidnapping site, the intersection is blocked off with

yellow police tape. Several LAPD cruisers are parked nearby.

Some COPS are interviewing the Carpool Lady.



Despite this, the neighborhood's bazaar -- a sidewalk sale

with MUSIC, food vendors, etc. -- has half-heartedly begun.



The government helicopter HOVERS and Carson helps Miranda climb

down a long chain ladder. Colonel Lee follows impatiently.



NEW ANGLE



Carson uncovers the bodies of the Driver and the Motorist,

lying on the sidewalk. He grimaces. Colonel Lee does not.

Miranda wants to look, but Carson drops the cover. She picks

it up, then turns away in horror.



A young BLACK COP crosses to them. He's holding a plastic bag

with a spent shotgun shell in it.



                          YOUNG COP

              Inspector! Look at this...

                    (reads from shell)

              "Dragon's Breath..?"







                          CARSON

              Twelve-gauge shell filled with

              magnesium and ignition powder. Shit's

              worse than napalm -- Geneva

              Convention outlawed it for warfare.



                          MIRANDA

              Then how did he get it?



                          CARSON

              Easy -- you can buy 'em mail order.

                    (looks around)

              Where's the Consulate's car?



                          YOUNG COP

                    (beat)

              Uh... apparently it was stolen...



                          COLONEL LEE

              Stolen!? What is it with you

              people --



                          YOUNG COP

                    (angry)

              -- What's this "you people" shit?



                          CARSON

                    (to Colonel Lee)

              Shut up!



                          MIRANDA

                    (aside; to Young Cop)

              He means all of us "you people."



                          CARSON

                    (to Young Cop)

              Find it! How many bulletproof

              Mercedes could be cruising around

              Crenshaw?



                          YOUNG COP

              You'd be surprised...



                          CARSON

              I hate this fuckin' town.



INT./EXT.  FISHING TRAWLER - PACIFIC OCEAN - DAY



The North Korean COMMUNICATIONS OFFICER puts down his

headphones and hurries on deck to the Captain. It's time.



Suddenly, a BEARDED CREWMAN crosses to the Captain. He calmly

SHOOTS him and the FIRST MATE.



The rest of the Crew is shocked. Holding his pistol on the

Crew, the Bearded Crewman nods at the Missile Experts.

Saluting, they remove the green warhead from the missile.



Two OTHER CONSPIRATORS, carrying a metal locker, appear from

below deck. The Crew murmurs nervously as they remove from the

locker a red warhead and attach it to the missile.



Finishing, one of the Experts pushes the firing trigger and

the missile WHOOSHES from its launching pad.



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



The government helicopter touches down behind the Consulate.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Ambassador Han, Walther and Sabatini are looking at a series

of high-definition faxes spread out on a table.



Carson, Miranda and Colonel Lee hurry back in. Disgusted,

Carson throws his jacket on a chair.



                          CARSON

              Wasted trip: Witnesses say he was

              working alone, and he was a vicious

              son of a bitch. Old news.



                          COLONEL LEE

                    (to Ambassador Han)

              And our car was stolen.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              I felt safer when I was the

              Ambassador to Libya.



                          SABATINI

              Image enhancements came back.



POV OF PICTURES



The CIA technicians have enlarged and enhanced every part of

the fax deemed significant, in individual blowups.



BACK TO SCENE



Colonel Lee is standing right beside Carson, leaning over to

look at the pictures. Carson looks at him, irritated.



                          CARSON

              We going steady?







                          SABATINI

              The sun position tells us the

              windows are facing northeast.

                    (beat)

              Here's the best -- look at the glass

              on the prints hanging in the

              background. There's a reflection of

              a reflection, out on the street: the

              corner of a billboard.



                          CARSON

              Looks like the wheel of a car.



                          MIRANDA

              We talked about these billboards,

              when we were car shopping! Four-

              door... they make a wagon, too.

                    (beat)

              Something Japanese... God, what was

              it? Toyota... Mazda... Honda... You

              thought it had no character.



                          CARSON

              I thought that about all of them.

              C'mon, think, dammit!!



                          MIRANDA

              You think!! You were there, too!



They're stumped, and bitterly frustrated. To Sabatini:



                          CARSON

              Call the outdoor advertising

              companies. Get the location of all

              the billboards for Japanese cars

              within our search parameters.



Meanwhile, Dave and Robbins are calling car alarm shops:



                          DAVE

                    (into phone)

              ...Peerless Auto Security. We need

              to know whether you've sold a large

              quantity of these components to any

              one customer, or whether you'd had

              any stolen recently...



EXT.  PíY³NGYANG, NORTH KOREA - ESTABLISHING - DAY



INT.  WORKERS' PARADISE HALL - GENERAL KAI'S OFFICE - DAY



General Kai stands in hushed conversation with the Army Major

Operative and another trusted AIDE. The PHONE buzzes; the

others leave the room before General Kai picks it up.







INT.  WORKERS' PARADISE HALL - OPERATIVE'S OFFICE - DAY



Behind closed doors, the Operative LISTENS to the phone call

with an EAVESDROPPING RECEIVER. What he hears stuns him.



                                             CUT TO:



EXT.  WORKERS' PARADISE HALL - ROOFTOP - DAY



The Operative is in his hiding spot with his uplink device.



                          OPERATIVE

                    (urgently; into device)

              ...Missile heading to L.A. has a

              Kipchak Warhead! Repeat: missile is

              Kipchak equipped! It was switched by

              order of --



A GUNSHOT rings out (OS), and the Operative's chest EXPLODES

in blood. He pitches forward... but presses the "transmit"

button on the uplink device before dying.



On screen it says UPLINKING... (without scrambling)... then

another GUNSHOT destroys it.



Angry, General Kai steps INTO FRAME and kicks the Operative

over with his foot.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - LOS ANGELES - DAY



Mrs. Han and Joy sit motionless. Sam, on the other hand, is

trying not to squirm. Mrs. Han looks at him, angry.



                          MRS. HAN

              He asked you if you had to go...



The family becomes aware of a shrill SOUND, (OS), distant at

first, but growing increasingly louder... The sound-level

meters all begin to creep upward...



EXT.  APARTMENT BUILDING - CLOSE - DAY



A team of GARDENERS has arrived on the property for their

weekly mow, blow, and go. They have lawnmowers, edgers, blowers

-- it's as NOISY as an aircraft carrier during takeoffs.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



The SOUND is getting louder, and louder...



                          JOY

              Oh, my God...



The meters are hovering just below the red...







SAM



pivots his head and looks at the tiny microphone, no bigger

than a pencil eraser, attached neatly to the headrest.



He begins chewing his wad of GUM... leans in toward the

microphone, his head obscuring what he's doing...



He moves back and we see he's SEALED the front of the mic with

a small piece of the gum.



And his meter drops to zero.



WIDER



Sam tilts his head forward and bends his wrist upward so he

can get the rest of the gum out of his mouth. Then, while

keeping pressure on the armrest with his elbow, he moves his

hand over to Mrs. Han. They can't quite reach each other...



He FLICKS the piece of gum and she catches it.



Meanwhile, the NOISE increases. The two meters peak into the

red... the yellow WARNING LIGHT begins to flash...



Mrs. Han quickly puts the gum in her mouth, bites it in half,

and cautiously passes the remainder over to Joy.



Joy puts the gum in her mouth. She tries to push it over her

mic, but her hair is in the way. She shakes her head; some

hair strands remain, but she covers the mic just as the

Gardeners' noise reaches a CRESCENDO...



All three sound meters sit pinned to zero. The yellow light

stops flashing.



Sam, sweating, looks at his mother and sister... and starts

laughing. They join him: a celebration for a small victory.



INT.  WHITE HOUSE - CONFERENCE ROOM - DUSK



The clock on the wall reads 7:13, eastern time. The President,

still on Air Force One, APPEARS on the VIDEO LINK. Cut the

tension in the room with a knife? You'd need a chainsaw.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              So what the hell does "Kipchak" mean?



                          INTELLIGENCE OFFICER

              Uh, it's a code name... for weapons

              using the Yersinia Pestis bacillus...



He really doesn't want to be the one telling the President

about this.







                          INTELLIGENCE OFFICER

                    (continuing)

              Kipchaks were Asian nomads. In 1347

              they attacked a Genoese fort, and

              catapulted infected corpses over the

              walls. The Genoese who survived

              carried the disease back to Europe...

              and it killed half the population.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              Get to the goddamn point, Major.



The Intelligence Officer looks at the CIA Chief.



                          CIA CHIEF

              Seems the missile is armed with a

              warhead carrying the Pneumonic

              Plague.



The President goes nuts.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              The Black Plague?! Every time I talk

              to you fuckin' guys it gets worse!

              What happened to this "limited

              retaliation" shit?



                          SECRETARY OF STATE

              The North Koreans insist the missile

              carries a conventional payload. They

              say we're trying to trick them into

              aborting the attack.



                          SECRETARY OF DEFENSE

              Especially since the uplink from our

              Op in P'yÚngyang was unencrypted.



                          CIA CHIEF

              We think one of the Hard-liners

              switched the warhead without the

              Premier's knowledge. But he's not

              about to take our word for it, and

              he's too weak to risk the

              humiliation of backing down.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (incredulous; thru video

                     link)

              They use a biological weapon on

              American soil, they have to know

              we'll respond!







                          SECRETARY OF STATE

              Maybe they don't think we got the

              guts. Maybe they want a war, 'cause

              they think they can whip us, like

              what happened in 'Nam. Look who

              we're dealing with: a teetering,

              outlaw regime, and inside it, some

              wild-ass renegades working their

              screwy agenda!



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              What the hell are we doing in L.A.?



                          SECRETARY OF DEFENSE

              We've deployed Marines from Pendleton

              and Twenty-Nine Palms, Army from Ft.

              Irwin, put 'em in protective suits,

              but it's 40 minutes before they're on

              the ground.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              All right. Assuming the worst...

              What'll happen?



The Intelligence Officer demonstrates with another of his

COMPUTER GRAPHICS.



                          INTELLIGENCE OFFICER

              The warhead vents the plague

              bacteria above the target area,

              infecting about 50,000 people. First

              symptoms are vomiting, lymph nodes

              become swollen; temperature rises to

              105ƒ. Victims turn deep purple from

              lung hemorrhaging, usually die the

              same day.

                    (beat)

              There are treatments -- streptomycin

              and tetracyclines -- but we'd be

              overwhelmed by the numbers and its

              extreme contagiousness.



                          CIA CHIEF

              We could have 500,000 infected in a

              week, who knows how many after that.



Long beat as everyone tries to contemplate the unthinkable.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              I'm gonna toast those fuckers! Have

              the Summit leaders been warned?







                          FBI CHIEF

              Yes, sir... no one's landing in L.A.

              'til we give the all-clear.



                          PRESIDENT

                    (thru video link)

              And you're sure it's safe if we can

              get 'em to destroy the missile in

              flight?



                          INTELLIGENCE OFFICER

              The bacteria can't survive the heat

              of an explosion.



                          CIA CHIEF

              I suggest none of this go any

              further -- not even to the agents

              working to find the family. Word

              leaks out to a city of 12 million

              people there's rocket full of the

              Plague coming at 'em, you'll create

              a panic of biblical proportions.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Everyone is painfully on edge. Ambassador Han paces. The FBI

agents are on a phone or a radio, working leads.



Colonel Lee mutters something to Ambassador Han in Korean.



                          CARSON

              Say what?



                          COLONEL LEE

              Perhaps someone will decide it is

              foolish to incur the wrath of North

              Korea.



                          CARSON

                    (crosses to Colonel Lee)

              Yeah, the U.S. is behind the whole

              thing. And we're knocking our heads,

              trying to find your people, just for

              show.



                          WALTHER

              Carson...



                          CARSON

              Let's grab a few beers, kick back

              'til five o'clock rolls by. Then

              maybe we can have a war over it. I

              think that's a great idea, seeing as

              how you fuckers have needed your

              clocks cleaned for fifty years now!







                          COLONEL LEE

                    (gets up)

              Why wait until five?



Ambassador Han and Walther keep Carson and Colonel Lee from

going at each other.



                          MIRANDA

              Pete!

                     (sotto)

              Christ, you're self-indulgent!

              There's nothing but anger and

              cynicism left inside you, so they're

              all you can express any more. No

              wonder everyone in the Bureau thinks

              you're such a nutcase!



                          CARSON

              Hey, I'm not the only one with a rep

              around the office... "Dr. Knoll-It-

              All."



                          MIRANDA

                    (hurt)

              You've been dying to tell me that...



She walks away. Carson immediately regrets saying it.



                          CARSON

              Miranda...

                    (to himself)

              Shit.



EXT.  STREETS OF LOS ANGELES - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



LAPD cruisers squeeze through the crowded streets, fanning out

through the various parties around town. COPS walk through the

crowds with copies of the picture Javal faxed, and photos of

the Han family and Lisa.



EXT.  SKY OVER PACIFIC OCEAN - DAY



The red-tipped cruise missile, flying at 550 MPH, 400 feet

above the water, streaks toward its distant target.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Robbins is still working the phone.



                          ROBBINS

                    (into phone)

              ...Yeah, Peerless Auto Security...

              fine... get your manager...



He puts the receiver down, hits the speakerbox button and the

mute button. He crosses to Dave's desk to grab some papers.



We can hear the CONVERSATION at the alarm shop:



                          INSTALLER #1 (VO)

                    (thru speakerbox; muffled)

              Tell Jerry, pick up line one!



INT.  AUTO SECURITY SHOP - DAY



A group of young INSTALLERS horse around as they outfit luxury

cars with security systems, high-end audio components, etc.



                          INSTALLER #2

              Jerry's outta here!



                          INSTALLER #1

              Some cop's asking if we sold a bunch

              of Peerless parts.



                          INSTALLER #2

              Talk to Javal!



                          INSTALLER #1

              Javal's off today.



                          INSTALLER #3

              Dude's off a lot.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



                          INSTALLER #4 (VO)

                    (thru speakerbox)

              He's used to it -- fuckin' Frenchies

              get the whole summer off.



                          INSTALLER #2 (VO)

                    (thru speakerbox)

              Man's Canadian, dickweeds!



                          INSTALLER #1 (VO)

                    (thru speakerbox)

              You're gonna have to call back on

              Monday...



Carson rushes over to the phone. To the others in the room:



                          CARSON

              Everyone shut up!

                    (into phone)

              Guy on vacation, the Canadian --



                          INSTALLER #1 (VO)

                    (thru speakerbox)

              -- Yeah, Javal...







                          CARSON

                    (into phone)

              Six foot, sandy hair, spooky eyes?



                          INSTALLER #1 (VO)

                    (thru speakerbox; laughs)

              Zombie Eyes! You know the man?



Carson and Miranda look at each other. Bingo!



                          CARSON

                    (into phone)

              I need a full name, address,

              anything you got!



                          INSTALLER #1 (VO)

                    (thru speakerbox)

              Paul Javal... hang on, we'll look it

              up... This an immigration thing?

              Shit, he's our best installer.



NEW ANGLE



One of the Korean Espionage Agents answers a RINGING phone on

Colonel Lee's desk, listens, then hits the hold button.



                          ESPIONAGE AGENT

              Inspector Carson, extension 666...



                          CARSON

              That's appropriate...

                    (to Dave)

              In 30 seconds you're gonna give me

              Paul Javal's shoe size.



Carson hurries over, grabs the phone. We SEE him punch the

button for x666.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; into phone)

              Carson...



EXT.  FEDERAL BUILDING, WESTWOOD - ESTABLISHING - DAY



                          EDWARDS (VO)

              Edwards, Sound Lab...



INT.  FBI SOUND LAB - DAY



EDWARDS, headphones around his neck, sits in front of a wall

of audio analysis equipment.



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru phone)

              Whatta you got?







                          EDWARDS

                    (into phone)

              Ambient background sound is normal

              city stuff, but there's a distinct

              echo pattern. Your people are in or

              near a high-rise that's at least

              eight floors tall. And there are

              other high-rises nearby.



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru phone)

              How high up are they?



                          EDWARDS

                    (into phone)

              No way to extrapolate that from the

              sample you gave us.

                    (refers to notes)

              One more thing: There's an emergency

              siren approaching at 17 seconds into

              the second call, passing the location

              at 33.5 seconds.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Carson hangs up the phone.



                          CARSON

              Okay -- high-rises in our search

              area. Eight stories or higher.



                          MIRANDA

              Downtown, Century City, Westwood

              corridor, Museum Row, Mid-

              Wilshire... North of Sunset Strip

              there's a few...



                          CARSON

              Sabatini! What about that billboard?



                          SABATINI

              Nothing yet! Everyone's left their

              goddamn offices already!



                          CARSON

                    (to Robbins)

              LAPD will have a record of all

              emergency vehicles running Code 3 at

              9:32 AM. Get their starting point

              and their destination.



                          MIRANDA

              And have them narrow their foot-

              searches to areas around high-rises.







                          CARSON

                    (to Dave)

              Where's that fuckin' address?!



                          DAVE

              I'm still holdin'!



Meanwhile, we hear the high-pitched whine as Dave's MODEM

connects with another computer. Dave's fingers fly across the

keyboard, and in a moment, a PICTURE of Javal appears: hair

longer, bearded... but the eyes are unmistakable.



                          DAVE

                    (continuing)

              He's on our hit parade. Interpol

              passed us his records when he

              entered the country.

                    (reads)

              French by birth... looks like a total

              scumbag.



                          SABATINI

              Isn't that redundant?



                          DAVE

                    (reads from computer)

              Raised in Quebec. Moved to Europe;

              served some short stretches, petty

              shit... arrested for kidnapping, no

              conviction. Did four years in France

              for blowing bank vaults. Moved to

              U.S. last year. Clean since then.



                          CARSON

              Get his Driver's License number;

              Social; bank accounts; charge cards;

              club memberships... find out what

              movies he rented.  Get whoever's

              closest to the Auto Shop to get in

              there, interview everybody.



                          MIRANDA

              This sure was a ballsy move for a

              car-alarm installer.



                          CARSON

              Hey, he watched the news... Everyone

              knows the U.S. will do anything to

              avoid trouble with a mad-dog country.



They turn, noticing that Ambassador Han has overheard.



                          MIRANDA

              Ambassador --







                          CARSON

              -- Quit apologizing for me!



                          MIRANDA

              Quit giving me reasons to!



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

                    (to Carson)

              On occasion, my wife has been known

              to kick my ankle under the table.



Miranda gives Carson a "your turn to be gracious" look.



                          CARSON

              Sounds like her aim's a little low.



Not exactly what Miranda was hoping for. Dave hands Carson a

piece of paper.



                          DAVE

              Address, according to the Auto Shop.



                          CARSON

                    (looks at paper)

              Apartment 1060! He's in a high-rise!

              Sabatini -- you're with us.

                    (off Robbins' disappointed

                     look)

              She's got the field experience.



Carson and Miranda grab their jackets, then she stops.



                          MIRANDA

              There still could be accomplices.

              If there are, they'll hear us in

              the helicopter.



Carson looks again at the address...



                          CARSON

              There's a TV station a couple blocks

              away. We'll land on their pad.

                    (to Robbins)

              K-EYE. Clear it with 'em. Have a

              SWAT team assemble, but tell 'em to

              hang back unless we need 'em.



EXT.  OSAKA, JAPAN - ESTABLISHING - DAY



SUPER: Osaka. Western Japan.



INT.  OSAKA APARTMENT - DAY



In the tiny bedroom of a wheelchair-bound JAPANESE TEENAGER,

computers and HAM RADIO equipment are stacked everywhere.



He turns on a tape recorder. We hear a faint, crackling VOICE:







                          OPERATIVE'S VOICE (VO)

                    (on recorder)

              ...Missile heading to L.A. has a

              Kipchak Warhead! Repeat: missile is

              Kipchak equipped!



The Teenager rolls to a computer running CompuServe. He clicks

the CHAT icon, types: "Anyone up on their spy terminology?"



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - LOS ANGELES - DAY



With the gardeners gone, and their sound sensors disabled,

Mrs. Han, Joy and Sam are SHOUTING for help.



They listen for a response; it is completely quiet.



EXT.  K-EYE STUDIOS - LANDING PAD - LOS ANGELES - DAY



Just as the government helicopter lands, Bobbi's news copter

lands right next to it.



Bobbi intercepts Carson, Sabatini, Miranda and Colonel Lee on

the pad. Her Cameraman follows, ENG camera on his shoulder,

videotaping everything.



                          CARSON

              Oh, great, the media...

                    (realizing)

              It's the goddamn traffic girl!



                          MIRANDA

              Traffic person.



                          BOBBI

              Where are you going?



                          CARSON

              We can't get into that right now...



                          BOBBI

              Hey, you expect to use my station's

              facilities and not even tell us --



Carson grabs the ENG camera, pops the videotape out of it and

crushes the tape.



                          MIRANDA

                    (to Bobbi)

              Sorry...







                          BOBBI

                    (looks Miranda over)

              What the fuck are you, the Barbie

              Corporate Ass-Lick model?



Miranda is utterly aghast. She reaches under Carson's jacket

and takes the handcuffs off his shoulder rig. She grabs Bobbi

by the arm and gets her in a half-Nelson.



                          MIRANDA

              Guess what, Sister... you're about

              to spend the next five years in a

              penitentiary for interfering with a

              federal investigation.



The STATION MANAGER comes running out of the building.



                          STATION MANAGER

              Bobbi! I promised we'd respect their

              news blackout!



                          BOBBI

                    (to herself)

              Figures... you dickless wonder.



Bobbi wriggles out of Miranda's grasp. Carson looks at his

wife, who's still fuming, and smiles to himself.



The Station Manager hands Carson the keys to his Lexus.



                          STATION MANAGER

              I get an exclusive later, right?



                          CARSON

              This works out, I'll play the

              fuckin' banjo for you.



EXT.  SKY OVER PACIFIC OCEAN - DAY



The cruise missile makes a slight course adjustment.



EXT.  STREETS OF LOS ANGELES - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



People begin to arrive at the events. BOOSTERS pass out food,

wine and beer... and crank up the Beach Boys TUNES.



Meanwhile, law enforcement cars move into the areas with high

rises -- Century City, Westwood, downtown, etc.



EXT.  U.S. AIR BASE - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



A sign on the control tower reads: U.S. Air Force, Okinawa.



Flight Crews direct a squadron of planes out onto the flight

line: F-16 fighter bombers, along with F-15 fighter escorts.



They begin to TAKE OFF...







EXT.  FOUNTAIN AVENUE - DAY



The Lexus is stuck in a dense knot of traffic.



Carson gets out and walks across the hoods of the stopped

vehicles around him -- to much COMPLAINING by their owners --

until he finds the reason for the jam-up:



Along the shoulder of the road, a long line of equipment

trailers and motor homes, cables, lights, rent-a-cops and

gawkers. A MOVIE SHOOT. Carson groans.



He hurries back to the Lexus. Miranda rolls her window down.



                          CARSON

              We're hoofing it.



Miranda and Colonel Lee immediately get out of the car and run

off, leaving Sabatini to contend with it.



                          SABATINI

                    (pissed)

              'She's got the field experience'...

              To park the fuckin' car!



EXT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - DAY



A boxy, ten-story complex built in the sixties.



INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - DAY



Carson, (FBI jacket folded over his arm) Miranda, and Colonel

Lee rush into the lobby.



Carson is about to show the CONCIERGE behind the desk his i.d,

but the Concierge is nervous and sweating. Carson pulls out

his Sig 9mm, approaches the door behind the desk, which is

ajar... He pushes it open...



And finds himself staring at the muzzles of three M-16 rifles.



Three SWAT TEAM members are standing there in full body armor.



                          CARSON

                    (pulls out his i.d.)

              Whoa... FBI..!



They lower their weapons.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

              How the hell you get here so fast?







                          SWAT TEAM #1

              They're shootin' a cop movie down

              the street. We're workin' as extras.



                          CARSON

              Terrific. Who else is here?



                          SWAT TEAM #1

              Three officers on the roof, next

              building over, and two in the tenth-

              floor hallway.



                          CARSON

              Tell 'em to be cool. We're going up.

                    (to Concierge)

              Give me your master key.



EXT.  ADJACENT APARTMENTS - DAY



The SWAT team SHARPSHOOTERS crouch on the roof.



                          SWAT TEAM #1

                    (thru radio)

              Feds going up -- Anglo male and

              female; Asian male.



INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - DAY



Sabatini drives the Lexus in and parks it in the fire lane.



INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - HALLWAY - DAY



The fire door opens next to an elevator with the number "10"

on it, and Carson, Miranda and Colonel Lee come out.



Carson and Miranda creep quietly along the hallway, toward

apartment 1060. Carson listens at the door, hears nothing.



He moves to the next door down, apartment 1058, and quietly

unlocks the door.



INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - #1058 - DAY



The shades are drawn, and the apartment is dark.



As Carson and Miranda cut through the apartment, they realize

there's a WOMAN lying in the bed. She's naked, and she's not

alone. Someone is under the sheets. ANOTHER WOMAN.



The first Woman opens her eyes, sees the intruders, and grabs

for a Colt Gold Cup .45 auto in the dresser drawer.



                          WOMAN

              What the fuck..!



Her friend sits up. Miranda holds her finger to her lips and

shows them her FBI shield.



                          MIRANDA

              Sorry...



Carson cranks open their window and steps out onto the foot-

wide, ornamental balcony.



                          CARSON

                    (to Miranda)

              Wait here.



She begins to protest. He shoots her a look that silences her.



EXT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - DAY



The SWAT sharpshooters watch from the next building over as

Carson, ten floors up, peers through the slit in between the

curtains into the window of Javal's apartment.



He swings his legs over onto Javal's ornamental balcony... the

bolts holding the rail onto the wall are loose and rusty...

the balcony SLIPS a little...



He leans on the crank-operated window until it SNAPS open.



INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - JAVAL'S APARTMENT - DAY



Carson steps inside. He looks around the bedroom -- it's

empty. No furnishings, the closet shelves are bare, even the

pictures on the walls are gone, leaving only their outline.



Carson cautiously goes into the living room --



It's also empty. All that remains are a few cardboard boxes,

and three flower pots in macramÈ ceiling hangers by the living

room window. Some dead leaves lie on the floor beneath them.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              I'm in. It's empty, but sit tight

              while I look around.



Carson cautiously approaches the cardboard boxes.



INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - #1058 - DAY



The clock on the bedstand reads 4:25. Miranda smiles

uncomfortably at the two naked women together in bed.



                          MIRANDA

              I like what you've done with the

              place...







INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - HALLWAY - DAY



The elevator DINGS. Sabatini comes out, H&K MP-5 in hand.



SWAT Team #2, standing on the far side of the hallway with

Colonel Lee, sees her machine pistol and takes aim.



                          COLONEL LEE

              Wait!



Colonel Lee walks over to Sabatini.



                          SABATINI

              Where's Carson?



                          COLONEL LEE

              Inside.



Sabatini starts down the hall. Colonel Lee stays where he is.



INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - JAVAL'S APARTMENT - DAY



Carson cautiously peers in the moving boxes. They're empty.



He crosses to the front door, looks it over, unlocks the

deadbolt. He turns the knob, the button POPS open...



He stops, noticing a HAIRLINE SEAM in the doorjamb where a

piece was cut, then neatly replaced.



Then, he's startled as he hears a strange, mechanical whining

NOISE coming from the kitchen.



He goes to investigate -- it's an almost-dead, avocado-green

refrigerator straining to start its compressor. He looks for

booby-traps, opens it, and looks inside. Empty.



Looking down, he notices he's got a dead leaf stuck to the

bottom of his shoe.



Glancing in the living room, he sees the dead leaves on the

floor below the three hanging plants. He looks at the plants:

two are dead. The one in the middle is not. It's plastic.



We HEAR the jiggle of the front doorknob.



                          CARSON

              NO! --



Too late... The front door opens....



Carson crouches behind the big, heavy refrigerator door...



As the middle flower pot EXPLODES. It's a shrapnel bomb: it

spews thousands of tiny carpet tacks 360 degrees around room.



Sabatini is HIT full on -- she falls backwards into the hall.







INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - #1058 - DAY



Miranda and the women in the darkened bedroom SCREAM as the

tacks tear hundreds of HOLES through sections of the wall.



Tiny shafts of LIGHT appear in the wall, except where it is

covered by furniture (keeping them from being shredded.)



INT.  MIMOSA APARTMENTS - HALLWAY - DAY



SWAT Team #2 and Colonel Lee come running, as does Miranda.



Carson is kneeling next to Sabatini. She looks up at him and

tries to say something, but a only long, mournful, final

BREATH escapes her. Agonized, Carson looks around...



And sees Colonel Lee. He lunges for him.



                          CARSON

              I said keep everyone back!!



He punches Colonel Lee in the jaw. Colonel Lee slams against

the wall, then comes back at Carson, hitting him in the throat.



                          MIRANDA

              Stop it!



Miranda and SWAT Team #2 pull them apart.



                          CARSON

                    (to Colonel Lee)

              Get out of my sight.



He kneels next to Sabatini, and closes her eyes.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



It's in between reports. The Cameraman listens to the Grateful

Dead on a BOOM BOX. Bobbi answers her ringing CELL PHONE.



                          BOBBI

                    (into phone)

              Marchfelder.



                          STATION MANAGER (VO)

                    (thru phone)

              You dated the Mayor, right?



                          BOBBI

                    (sighs; into phone)

              You need a traffic ticket fixed?







                          STATION MANAGER (VO)

                    (excited; thru phone)

              Try to confirm something for us.

              There's an incredible buzz on the

              Internet -- someone picked up a

              classified message on a U.S.

              Intelligence frequency. We think

              it's authentic!



EXT.  STREETS OF LOS ANGELES - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



The streets of Hollywood are even more congested than before,

as the festivities really start rockin'.



INT.  GOVERNMENT HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Carson and Miranda sit together in the back and Colonel Lee

sits next to the Pilot as they fly back to the Consulate.



Miranda looks at Carson, who's trying real hard not to let

Sabatini's death slow him down.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              What's the status?



                          ROBBINS (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Wilshire and West PD Divisions had

              seven vehicles running with sirens at

              9:32. They're getting the routes from

              the officers now.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Hurry it the hell up.



He glances over at Miranda. After a beat:



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

              I should've known she'd come up.



                          MIRANDA

              Pete --



                          CARSON

              -- "Should've." Shit, there's a

              familiar word.

                    (long beat)

              That day... I was there soon enough.

              We should've rushed 'em, before they

              could finish setting up...







                          MIRANDA

              The Bureau never would've let you.

              They want it by the book: talk them

              out.



Carson looks out the window, not hearing a word she says...



                                             DISSOLVE TO:



INT./EXT.  BEVERLY THRIFT - (FLASHBACK) - DAY



Carson is in the FBI command truck, talking on the phone to:



A BANK ROBBER, barricaded inside the bank. Phone in hand, he

holds a shotgun on a dozen hostages: BANK EMPLOYEES and

CUSTOMERS -- including a couple of YOUNG KIDS. One is holding

a soccer-sized, rainbow-colored rubber ball.



The OTHER BANK ROBBER wires up a series of explosive charges.



Both Robbers rush inside the vault, and pull the door closed

to protect themselves...



The front of the building, where the hostages are, EXPLODES.



Carson runs to the bank. He spots the kid's ball, rolling in

the street... BURNING. He turns away, horrified, devastated...



                                             DISSOLVE TO:



INT.  GOVERNMENT HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



                          CARSON

              Twelve bodies -- only the hostages.



                          MIRANDA

              You were a greenhorn. It wasn't your

              decision. You can't keep living as

              such a raw nerve, never sleeping --



                          CARSON

              -- Those kids were ten years old!

                    (sotto)

              Same age as the Han boy...



He turns away. She takes his hand.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



The family continues to call for HELP. As they do, we



                                             CUT TO:







INT.  HALLWAY JUST OUTSIDE APARTMENT - DAY



Their CRIES echo faintly through a deserted tangle of ladders,

construction equipment, sheets of drywall, etc.



A warning sign taped to the wall near the elevator reads:



            This Floor Has Been Temporarily Vacated

              For Minor Earthquake Retrofitting.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



The mood is glum. Carson looks at Robbins, Dave and Walther,

then at the empty chair where Sabatini had been sitting.



                          CARSON

              C'mon! Who's pulling Javal's bank

              records? What about cross-referencing

              possible aliases? We got 33 minutes!



Hearing Beach Boys MUSIC on the TV's and radios on the

surveillance console, Carson angrily punches them all off.



Suddenly, Miranda looks at him:



                          MIRANDA

              Camry! The billboard! Toyota Camry!

                    (reaches for phone)

              Where are the numbers for the

              outdoor ad companies?



                          ROBBINS

              Parker Center's making those calls.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Bobbi and the News Cameraman are arguing bitterly:



                          BOBBI

              Turn the fuckin' camera on! DO IT!!



                          CAMERAMAN

              Maybe it's true... probably is true.

              That's why they got a news blackout!



                          BOBBI

              I'll rip your miserable eyeballs

              out! NEWS IS OUR FUCKIN' JOB!!



He sighs and turns the CAMERA on.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - INCLUDE ANGLE ON TV - DAY



The Han family listens to Bobbi, amazed, horrified...







                          BOBBI

                    (on TV)

              ...A warning was radioed to U.S.

              Intelligence that a biological weapon,

              allegedly containing the deadly

              Pneumonic Plague, is approaching Los

              Angeles. While unconfirmed, the

              President and other leaders are all

              late in arriving...



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



The TV's are off -- so they see none of Bobbi's report.



Carson crosses to Dave. He's at his computer, looking at a

long column of telephone numbers.



                          DAVE

              Finally got the call list from

              Javal's phone. Most aren't his;

              they're from the legit user who

              didn't know his number was cloned.



                          CARSON

              Go to the bottom of the list, work

              back through the last 12 hours.



Dave jumps to the bottom, points at a number.



                          DAVE

              Here's the call to the Consulate --

              965-5000.

                    (while scrolling)

              The rest are dupes... all from the

              other guy...



                          CARSON

              Wait... go back... the one at seven

              this morning...



Dave highlights a number: 213-965-5666.



WIDER



Carson glances over at the telephone on Colonel Lee's desk.



(FLASHBACK) - CLOSE ON PHONE



from when Carson took a call there, pushing the mute button.



(FLASHBACK) - EXTREME CLOSE UP



on the label showing the phone's extension number: "x666."







BACK TO SCENE



Across the room, Colonel Lee is watching Carson intently.



Carson turns to look at him. They make eye contact.



Time stands still.



Realization.



Feeling like he's moving in SLOW MOTION, Carson reaches for

the Sig 9mm in his shoulder holster.



Colonel Lee grabs the AMD-74 machine gun on the desk.



                          CARSON

              Get down!



Colonel Lee STRAFES the room and backs toward the door.



The BULLETS trace a line across the room. One of the North

Korean Espionage Agents is HIT. He slams against the console.



Carson tackles Ambassador Han and shoves him onto the floor,

while popping off several ROUNDS in Colonel Lee's direction.



Robbins also dives for cover, pushing Walther down first.

Robbins takes a BULLET in the shoulder.



Miranda is HIT. The impact tumbles her over the desk.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

              MIRANDA!



Colonel Lee, still FIRING, slips out the door.



Gunsmoke hangs in the air as Carson scrambles to Miranda.

Several PHONES have begun ringing. No one notices them.



Dave never moved -- he sits hunched over, clutching his

notebook computer, muttering the HAIL MARY.



Carson rolls Miranda over. She's got a large, scorched bullet

hole in the front of her blouse. Carson tears her blouse open.

She's wearing a kelvar vest under it, and the slug is

mushroomed against the vest.



She awakens, GASPS and starts swinging her fists at him.

Carson is overwhelmed with relief.



Then he notices Robbins, bleeding profusely, propped against

the wall next to Walther. Walther is dead -- shot in the head.



OS, we hear several SPURTS of machine gun fire, and a car

ENGINE roaring to life. Miranda looks at Carson...



                          MIRANDA

              Go..!



EXT.  WILSHIRE BLVD - DAY



The city's reaction to Bobbi's announcement is immediate and

severe. It makes the panic during the '92 riots look like a

drive in the country.



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



Carson bursts through the door just as the second armored

Mercedes CRASHES through the wrought-iron entry gates. Carson

fires several SHOTS, which ping harmlessly off the Mercedes.



Carson sprints for a car. Miranda's Volvo is the closest one.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - DAY



As Carson is starting it, the passenger door opens and

Ambassador Han gets in.



                          CARSON

              Get the fuck out of here!



Ambassador Han responds by putting on his seat belt. Carson

sighs and tears out of the driveway.



EXT.  FREMONT PLACE - DAY



Colonel Lee crashes through the Fremont Place guard gate, then

hangs a right on Wilshire. He drives the center turn lane,

zooming past the snarl of cars.



EXT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - DAY



In the back of the Consulate, Miranda, sore as hell, climbs

into the government copter. It WHINES to life and TAKES OFF.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Carson looks around at the chaos around them.



                          CARSON

              Shit, it's like a Godzilla movie out

              here!



Then he HEARS, on a nearby car's FM RADIO:







                          FM NEWSCASTER (VO)

                    (thru car radio)

              ...These words, which have terrified

              the city:



                          RECORDING OF BOBBI (VO)

                    (thru car radio)

              ...A biological weapon, allegedly

              containing the deadly Pneumonic

              Plague, is approaching Los Angeles...



Stunned, Carson looks over at Ambassador Han, who buries his

face in his hands.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Miranda..!



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              I heard. I'm in the copter.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              I want you to get out of here...



INT.  GOVERNMENT HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Miranda is flying just behind Carson's Volvo. The TRAFFIC is

beyond nightmarish. She smiles at his concern for her.



                          MIRANDA

                    (into radio)

              Shut up and keep your eyes on the

              road. That's my goddamn car.

                    (beat; into radio)

              Dave? You staying on top of the

              research?



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Sweating, Dave is watching the ACTION outside on a TV while

hurriedly bandaging Robbins' shoulder with some torn cloth. He

grabs for the two-way and we realize he's panicking.



                          DAVE

                    (into radio)

              I can't... My kids...



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru radio; calmly)

              Listen: the best way to help them is

              to stay at your computer. If any

              information comes in, holler. Okay?



He squeezes his eyes shut... After a long beat:







                          DAVE

                    (into radio)

              Okay...



EXT.  SKY OVER LOS ANGELES - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Several large military helicopters approach -- troop

contingents from Pendleton and Ft. Irwin.



The big CH-54 dual-rotor copters set down and offload MARINES

and ARMY INFANTRY.



Others, like Apache Gunship combat copters and Hueys, begin to

follow the pursuit. They join the police and TV copters, and

it looks like the Ride of the Valkyries.



EXT.  STREETS OF LOS ANGELES - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



People flee from the festivities in droves. Seeing the

helicopters and TROOPS in bio suits only fuels the hysteria.



We hear news REPORTS coming from car radios, boom boxes, TV's.

Reporters chatter urgently in English, Spanish, Japanese,

Korean, Farsi, their voices mixing with the shouts of

pedestrians, the rumbling and horn-blowing of the traffic...



Everyone, everywhere is getting into their cars in a mad dash

to get out of town or rendezvous with loved ones.



This is the mother of all rush hours.



EXT.  WESTERN AVENUE - DAY



Colonel Lee's car turns right onto Western Avenue. He's in the

heart of Koreatown -- hardly any of the signs are in English.



He swerves through the panicked drivers jamming the roads --

in the center lane, or into the oncoming traffic. The cars he

HITS crumple against the Mercedes without slowing it down.



Carson's Volvo follows, squeezing through traffic in its wake.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) DAY



Bobbi is salivating with excitement (and antacid.) She snaps

off her mic and yells at her Cameraman:



                          BOBBI

              Don't lose the Benz, moron... pull

              back... show the other copters around

              us... this is fuckin' great...



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Ambassador Han looks glumly at the chaos in the streets.







                          CARSON

              ...The Colonel hired Javal, made it

              look like he was working alone. Then

              he made sure Javal got killed, so

              we'd never find your family -- and

              they'd have an excuse to drop their

              bomb. But what's in it for 'em?



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              There are men in my government whose

              power depends on North Korea staying

              as it is: Socialist, repressive,

              isolated from the world. They'll

              resort to anything, even war, to

              keep it that way. They have the

              Hitler Syndrome: if their country

              cannot exist the way they want it,

              they would rather see it destroyed.



EXT.  WESTERN AVENUE - DAY



Colonel Lee gets stuck in a line of cars trying to get onto

the 10 East. Above, a swarm of HELICOPTERS circle him.



INT.  APACHE HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Marine MAJOR VREELAND and his PILOT sit in the lead

helicopter, an Apache Gunship.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Carson leans on the HORN and tries to push through traffic.



                          VREELAND (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              FBI, this is Major Vreeland.

              Discontinue your pursuit, we're

              gonna box his ears from up here.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Negative -- his car's armored! And we

              need the bastard alive!!



                          VREELAND (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              We've got the situation in hand.



INT.  COLONEL LEE'S MERCEDES - DAY



Colonel Lee sees the Apache helicopter approach. He leans into

the back seat, knocking the top off a long, plastic crate.







INT.  APACHE HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



The SUNROOF on the Mercedes slides open. Colonel Lee's upper

body pokes through the sunroof. He's holding a manportable

S.A.M. -- a 3-foot-long, fiberglass rocket launcher.



Vreeland tries to bring his machine guns to bear on Colonel

Lee, but there's no time...



                          VREELAND

                    (to Pilot)

              Shit! Pull back!



EXT.  COLONEL LEE'S MERCEDES - DAY



Colonel Lee depresses the trigger on the launcher and a

rolling-pin-sized rocket is EXPELLED.



EXT.  SKY ABOVE WESTERN AVENUE - DAY



The rocket SLAMS into a police helicopter just in front of the

Apache, creating a huge FIREBALL, turning the copter into two

tons of red-hot shrapnel.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - DAY



Carson and Ambassador Han watch with horror.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



A hundred yards away, they're BUFFETED by the explosion.



                          BOBBI

                    (to TV camera)

              Jesus fuckin' God!!!

                    (beat; smiles)

              Uh, I think we're gonna set down

              now. Back to you, Brent.



EXT.  WESTERN AVENUE - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



The burning hull of the police copter CRASHES into a mini-

mall, causing a FIRE and EXPLOSION.



Hot metal and debris PINGS and POPS as it rains over the

neighborhood, sending cars and pedestrians rushing for cover.



EXT.  HELICOPTERS - DAY



Vreeland's Apache and the remaining helicopters scramble away.



                          VREELAND

                     (into radio)

              Out of the air, or retreat 7,000

              meters from target vehicle!



The copters set down in parking lots, rooftops, wherever.

Armed troops climb out to keep PANICKED MOBS from swarming

them in an attempt to leave the city.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - INCLUDE ANGLE ON TV - DAY



The Han family watches the TV, amazed, as Colonel Lee ducks

back down into the Mercedes and closes the sunroof.



                          JOY

              I always hated that guy...



EXT.  SANTA MONICA FREEWAY - DAY



Other drivers, not knowing whether Colonel Lee's rocket is the

biological missile, scatter away from him. Colonel Lee

squeezes onto the freeway on-ramp.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Pieces of burning DEBRIS are still landing nearby. Carson

looks at Ambassador Han:



                          CARSON

              One of yours?

                    (Han nods)

              What the hell do you need heat-

              seeking rockets for in L.A.?



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              There could be another riot...



                          CARSON

                    (shakes his head)

              And they call me Mr. Overkill.

                    (into radio)

              Dave, what do you know about...



He looks at Han.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              Strela-2...



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Strela-2 anti-aircraft rockets?



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Dave, calmer but still sweating, taps at his computer. A

schematic of Colonel Lee's rocket launcher appears on it.







                          DAVE

                    (into radio)

              I'm with ya... Strela-2. Perenosniy

              zenitniy raketniy kompleks. Russian

              factory index 9K-32-M2 --



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              -- Skip the goddamn trivia! I need

              range, guidance, arming method,

              anything we can work with...



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              -- You don't "work with" rockets,

              Peter!



INT.  POLICE CRUISER - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Miranda has hitched a ride in a black-and-white.



                          MIRANDA

                    (into radio)

              Stay back. LAPD's putting up a

              roadblock.



EXT.  SANTA MONICA FREEWAY - DAY



Several police cars clear a path for two huge, yellow DWP

BULLDOZERS borrowed from a construction cite.



They rumble up onto the eastbound freeway, turn, and then

stop, side by side, facing oncoming traffic. They lower their

huge front shovels to create a roadblock.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - CLOSE - DAY



Bobbi sits impatiently, microphone in hand...



WIDER



The copter has landed behind an AM-PM Minimart/gas station.



Bobbi, her Pilot and her Cameraman turn when they hear a

KNOCKING on the windshield of their copter...



Oblivious to the panic on the streets, a raggedy HOMELESS GUY

stands with a spray bottle, wanting to wash the windows on the

copter. Bobbi gulps some Mylanta and waves him away:



                          BOBBI

              Save it for someone who gives a

              shit!







EXT.  STREETS OF LOS ANGELES - VARIOUS ANGLES - DAY



All of the celebration locales are trampled, abandoned messes.

So much for "Fun Fun Fun" and L.A. putting on its best.



MOBS make panicked runs on the stock in grocery, drug and

hardware stores. Violence breaks out in the aisles and parking

lots.



PEOPLE in their homes work feverishly to seal their doors and

windows against the plague with tape, towels, plastic.



INT.  COLONEL LEE'S MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Colonel Lee screeches to a stop 500 feet from the bulldozers,

angling the Mercedes so the driver's door is facing them.



EXT.  SANTA MONICA FREEWAY - DAY



The windows on the Mercedes glide open....



Carson hurries to catch up to it...



Colonel Lee FIRES a rocket at the bulldozers through the

driver's side window. The BACKBLAST from the launcher vents

through the passenger's side.



The ROCKET impacts the bulldozer on the left; the EXPLOSION

actually FLIPS the huge machine head over tail into the air.



The bulldozer lands upside down on the lane divider, crushing

a portion of it.



Colonel Lee rolls up his windows and drives around the burning

wreckage.



The other drivers really give him wide berth now...



EXT.  HARBOR FREEWAY - DAY



Approaching downtown, Colonel Lee turns onto the 110 north.



INT.  CARSON'S VOLVO - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Traffic moves aside for Colonel Lee's notorious Mercedes.

Carson catches up to it.



                          DAVE (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              ...The Strela-2 needs 45 meters to

              arm, so stay tight on his ass.



Carson SLAMS his Volvo into the Mercedes. Ambassador Han

braces himself on the dashboard. Carson looks over at him.







                          CARSON

              That Kraut-mobile have any weaknesses

              you'd like to tell me about?



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              I don't think so -- they said it was

              solid as a rock.



                          CARSON

                    (looks at his crumpled car)

              No shit...



As Carson moves forward, Colonel Lee's window opens enough to

allow the barrel of his AMD-74 machine gun to poke through.



Carson shoves Ambassador Han's head down and ducks. Colonel

Lee STRAFES the Volvo.



Carson looks up just in time to see...



A pickup truck, ahead, stalled on the shoulder.



Carson slams on the brakes, but it's too late... The Volvo

CRASHES headfirst into the back of the truck.



The Volvo's AIRBAGS deploy, stopping Carson and Ambassador Han

from plowing into the dashboard. After a beat:



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

                    (dazed)

              I can't believe I'm still alive...



                          CARSON

              This were a Hyundai you wouldn't be.



Ambassador Han looks at Carson, wondering if he's putting him

on. The car is a twisted mess. Carson can't get the door open.



EXT.  HARBOR FREEWAY - DAY



A red and white LAFD paramedic's ambulance puts on its SIREN

and hurries to the Volvo. Two PARAMEDICS jump out.



                          CARSON

              Get me out of here...



They pry his door open with a crowbar. Carson climbs onto the

roof of his car. Grimacing from pain, he looks around.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; into radio)

              Anybody see him?



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Still heading north on the 110.



The Paramedics pry the passenger door open and help Ambassador

Han out. Carson looks at the ambulance. He's getting an idea...



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Dave... You're sure those rockets

              are heat-seeking?



                          DAVE (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Classic IR, reflective optical

              system. How come?



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Just keep working your leads...



Carson climbs into the back of the ambulance.



INT.  AMBULANCE - DAY



Carson rummages through the supplies, finds what he's looking

for, and (BELOW FRAME) starts stuffing them into a canvas bag.



EXT.  SANTA MONICA FREEWAY - DAY



Carson climbs onto the roof of the ambulance.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              This is Carson. I need a copter.



EXT.  HELICOPTERS - (VARIOUS ANGLES) - DAY



Everyone in the grounded helicopters -- LAPD, National Guard,

Marines, media -- react to Carson's request as if he's crazy.



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Something small and nimble.

              Anybody... come in low, from the

              south... I'm on an ambulance by the

              9th Street exit.



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Are you out of your mind?



INT.  NEWS COPTER - DAY



Bobbi is standing next to her copter in the back of the

minimart, listening to this exchange on a POLICE SCANNER. Her

Cameraman is eating a microwave burrito. Bobbi jumps in, grabs

the ENG camera, and yells at her Pilot:







                          BOBBI

              Get this fuckin' thing in the air!

                    (to Cameraman)

              Out! Not enough room for four.



                          CAMERAMAN

                    (as they TAKE OFF)

              What am I supposed to do when the

              plague comes, hold my breath?



INT.  POLICE CRUISER - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



They rapidly cut through the traffic.



                          MIRANDA

                    (into radio)

              Switch to a secure channel.

                    (flips a switch)

              What on earth are you thinking?



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              I'll make him open the sunroof.

              Someone can shoot tear gas or a

              percussion grenade inside.



                          MIRANDA

                    (into radio)

              Pete, you haven't gone... suicidal or

              anything on me, have you?



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              No way. I couldn't stand making so

              many people happy.



EXT.  HARBOR FREEWAY - DAY



Carson waves his arms as he sees a helicopter approaching.



The glare from the sun masks the copter's markings. It HOVERS

above him. With the canvas bag slung over his shoulder, Carson

jumps up onto the runner, then climbs up inside the cockpit.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Carson closes the door, then sees Bobbi.



                          CARSON

              You?! I wanted a police copter!



                          PILOT

              Just tell me what to do. I flew two

              tours in 'Nam.







                          BOBBI

              And he doesn't go unless I go!



                          CARSON

              Wrong-o...



                                             CUT TO:



EXT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



The door opens and Bobbi comes TUMBLING out of it!



WIDER



They're hovering above the roof of a high-rise hotel downtown.

Bobbi lands with a huge SPLASH in the rooftop swimming pool.



BOBBI



surfaces, sputtering and screaming:



                          BOBBI

              I'm a respected electronic

              journalist, you fuckin' prick!!



Carson replies by tossing her industrial-sized bottle of

Mylanta out after her.



EXT.  SKY ABOVE OCEAN - FOLLOW CRUISE MISSILE - DAY



In the distance, there is smog on the horizon.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



They follow the 110 north. Ahead, Carson sees the Mercedes

cutting across lanes.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Got 'im -- looks like he's headed

              for the 101.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Carson has the Pilot hover just above and behind the Mercedes.

It comes to a stop and the sunroof opens up.



Carson lashes himself to the copter's center post with a piece

of the seat harness, then slides the door open.



He reaches into the canvas bag and takes out a road flare. He

breaks the flare open, IGNITING it.







                          CARSON

                    (to Pilot)

              Pull hard to the left, on my

              signal...



He braces himself on door jamb...



Below, Colonel Lee's head pokes up from the sunroof.



EXT.  COLONEL LEE'S MERCEDES - DAY



Colonel Lee calmly aims the rocket launcher and FIRES.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Carson tosses the lit flare, hard, away from the helicopter.



                          CARSON

              Now!



The Pilot swings the helicopter in the other direction, and

the rocket FOLLOWS the flare, streaking past the helicopter.



A few seconds later, the rocket EXPLODES in midair behind them.



INT.  POLICE CRUISER - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Miranda sees what Carson is doing.



                          MIRANDA

              You fucking lunatic!!



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



The News Pilot looks over at Carson.



                          PILOT

              Hope you got more flares than he's

              got rockets.



EXT.  HARBOR FREEWAY - DAY



Miranda and the L.A. Cop, both holding small tear gas pistols,

split up. Crouching behind the cars on the freeway, they sneak

up on the stopped Mercedes.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Carson takes another flare out of the canvas bag. He breaks

the top off... and it doesn't ignite.



Below, Colonel Lee loads another rocket into the launcher...







EXT.  HARBOR FREEWAY - DAY



Miranda is climbing the metal stairs leading to a graffiti-

covered freeway sign.



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Carson fumbles to pull another flare out of the canvas bag.



EXT.  HARBOR FREEWAY - DAY



Avoiding coils of razor-sharp concertina wire around the sign,

Miranda FIRES a tear gas canister at the Mercedes' sunroof.



It misses, bouncing off the windshield, filling the area with

white smoke. Colonel Lee keeps his eye on the copter...



INT.  NEWS COPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Carson gets the new flare lit and throws it away from the

copter just as Colonel Lee FIRES another rocket.



The rocket EXPLODES a few dozen yards away. Shrapnel PEPPERS

the copter, DAMAGING the rear rotor.



Struggling to maintain control, the Pilot heads for the Sixth

Street on-ramp, below the freeway, out of the line of fire.



EXT.  HARBOR FREEWAY - DAY



Colonel Lee spots Miranda, up on the freeway sign, loading

another tear gas canister. He STRAFES the sign.



She flattens; the BULLETS tear through the sign above her.



The L.A. Cop rushes the Mercedes. Colonel Lee FIRES at him,

hitting him across the legs.



Colonel Lee ducks back into the Mercedes and drives away.



VARIOUS ANGLES



As Miranda comes down from the sign...



Carson climbs up the embankment from Sixth Street to the 101...



The downed L.A. Cop waves as a pair of ambulances drive up,

lights flashing and sirens WAILING.



Carson runs alongside one of the ambulances, pulling the

driver's door open before it's stopped.



The Paramedic is the one who helped him and Ambassador Han out

of the Volvo. Carson yanks him out of his ambulance.







                          MIRANDA

              Sorry...



INT.  AMBULANCE - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Carson jumps in. Miranda climbs in the passenger's side. As he

peels away, Miranda smacks Carson on the head.



                          MIRANDA

              You're completely deranged! Playing

              chicken with rockets!



                          CARSON

              Well, what the hell were you doing

              out there?



                          AMBASSADOR HAN (OS)

              What are both of you doing?



Carson turns, surprised and annoyed to see Ambassador Han, his

arm bandaged, lying in the cot in the back.



                          CARSON

              Oh, for Christ's sake... Hold on!



Lights and SIRENS going, they rush into the 110/101 interchange.



Ahead, Colonel Lee's Mercedes is driving through the cars that

are parting like the Red Sea for him.



                          MIRANDA

              Even if we can pry him out with...

                    (looks at her watch)

              Twelve minutes to go, I doubt he'll

              be very cooperative.



                          CARSON

              I'll just use my outstanding people

              skills.



Carson glances up at the sign showing the upcoming exit:

Glendale Blvd - Echo Park. A thought is forming...



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; to Ambassador

                     Han)

              That car's like a rock, right?



EXT.  HOLLYWOOD FREEWAY - DAY



Carson suddenly cuts to the left. When they reach the Glendale

Blvd exit, he SLAMS the ambulance into the side of the

Mercedes, forcing it onto the freeway off-ramp.







INT.  COLONEL LEE'S MERCEDES - (MOVING SHOT) - DAY



Carson pushes the Mercedes across Bellevue Avenue, toward the

park surrounding Echo Lake. Colonel Lee STRAFES the ambulance.



EXT.  GLENDALE BLVD - DAY



Carson keeps BUMPING the Mercedes as they reach Glendale Blvd,

running right alongside the lake.



With a hard shove, Carson sends the Mercedes SKIDDING off the

road, through the small guardrail, and INTO the lake.



Carson slams on the brakes, fishtailing the ambulance into the

grass surrounding the lake. Sig 9mm in hand, he hops out.



The Mercedes is so heavy that it's already half-submerged.



INT./EXT.  COLONEL LEE'S MERCEDES - DAY



WATER pours in from the floorboards, the air vents...



Colonel Lee climbs out through the sunroof and FIRES at Carson

with his AMD-74.



EXT.  ECHO LAKE - DAY



Carson ducks behind the ambulance, takes careful aim...



And SHOOTS Colonel Lee, WINGING him in the shoulder. Colonel

Lee's machine gun goes flying, and he tumbles into the water.



Meanwhile, Cops, Army, Marines, etc. arrive via helicopter and

car. Major Vreeland is among them. The news media, ENG cameras

bouncing on their shoulders, run alongside them.



CLOSER



Carson races over to grab Colonel Lee, who is slogging out of

the lake. There is a glint of bright steel... and Colonel Lee

SLASHES at Carson with a knife.



Carson moves aside... but the knife SLICES across his upper

arm. Carson falls backwards.



Colonel Lee, on hands and knees, tries to crawl away. Suddenly,

someone KICKS him in face, flipping him over.



It's Miranda. Colonel Lee's knife goes flying.



Carson, bleeding, piles onto Colonel Lee. Vreeland assists.

Colonel Lee fights like mad to break free...



Until Miranda JAMS her heel into his groin. He cries out.







                          MIRANDA

              Ever hear of "fuck-me" pumps?

              Well, these are fuck you pumps!

                    (pushes harder)

              Where's the family?



Surprised at his wife's new negotiating technique, Carson

shoots a look at Vreeland. Vreeland grimaces.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Dave sits in front of his computer, phone receiver resting on

his shoulder, riveted by the ACTION on the TV.



                          DAVE

              Holy shit -- Knoll-It-All's turned

              into Dirty Harriet!



He turns as his MODEM squawks and another download comes in.



                          DAVE

                    (continuing; into phone)

              You're sure there were no accounts in

              the other names I gave you?



EXT.  ECHO LAKE - DAY



While Miranda continues to apply encouragement to Colonel

Lee's gonads, Ambassador Han limps over. He yells some ORDERS

at Colonel Lee. After a moment, Colonel Lee sags.



                          AMBASSADOR HAN

              Let him up.



Carson's not so sure, but they're completely surrounded by

military and law enforcement personnel. He releases his grasp.

Miranda removes her heel.



Then, with lightning reflexes, Colonel Lee grabs Vreeland's

Rock Island Arsenal Colt .45 Auto from its snap-holster.



                          COLONEL LEE

              Victory!



Carson dives back onto him. But he twists his arm around and

PULLS the trigger -- with the muzzle underneath his own chin.



Carson, Miranda and Ambassador Han are SPRAYED with his blood.



WIDER



Dumbfounded everybody looks at each other...



Carson, dogged, kneels next to Colonel Lee's body and searches

through his pockets, looking for something, anything.







EXT.  SKY ABOVE OCEAN - FOLLOW CRUISE MISSILE - DAY



Ahead, in the distance, the coastline comes into view.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



The family stares at the TV. Mrs. Han purses her lips...

fighting it... a tear rolls down her face. The time: 4:51.



EXT.  ECHO LAKE - DAY



Carson reaches for his two-way radio.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Dave...



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Dave is looking at the TV, paying no attention to his

computer.



INCLUDE COMPUTER



as some bank records are being downloaded: faxed IMAGES of

processed checks SCROLL down the screen.



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Anything else come through?



                          DAVE

                    (numb; into radio)

              Take a hint. We're screwed.



                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              Not yet...



Shaking his head, Dave glances at his computer...



CLOSER



Just in time to glimpse the words "First & Last + Deposit" on

one of the checks as it scrolls off the screen.



DAVE



fumbles to scroll back to the check.



                          DAVE

                    (into radio)

              Wait! One of Javal's alias accounts:

              check for an apartment rental!







                          CARSON (VO)

                    (thru radio)

              You're shittin'... Where?!



                                             CUT TO:



EXT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - ANGLE ON WINDOW - DAY



Through the sheer curtains over the window we can SEE the Han

family sitting in their booby-trapped chairs.



                          DAVE (VO)

              Park La Brea!



We PULL BACK... they're way up in a high-rise building... The

CAMERA continues to PULL BACK, farther and farther...



...REVEALING 4,222 apartment units, on 168 acres. The building

in which the apartment is located is one of 18 identical, 13-

story towers standing side-by-side in a series of hexagons.



EXT.  ECHO LAKE - DAY



Vreeland's Apache helicopter LIFTS OFF.



INT.  APACHE HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Miranda looks at Carson, then checks her watch. 4:52.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              ...Have the Manager evacuate the

              complex. Find out which unit the

              family's in, but don't let anyone go

              in 'til we get there.



INT.  NORTH KOREAN CONSULATE - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY



Dave, re-energized, is juggling the phone and the radio.



                          DAVE

                    (into radio)

              Private security's going around with

              PA's, and they set off the fire alarm.

                    (into phone)

              Well, try callin' him again!

                    (into radio)

              Manager's gone, and the Assistant

              can't find the key to get to the

              rental manifest.

                    (into phone)

              Then kick the fuckin' door down!







INT.  PARK LA BREA OFFICE - DAY



The dense Assistant Manager, MILTON, stands in the outer

office, staring at the inner office's closed door.



                          MILTON

                    (into phone)

              I'll try him in his car again...



During this, outside:



                          WESTEC GUARDS (OS)

                    (thru car-mounted PA)

              Tenants -- leave your apartments at

              once... Take the stairs...



INT.  APACHE HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Carson sticks the radio in his pocket and looks at Miranda.



                          CARSON

              "Fuck-you" pumps??



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



The hostages can hear the WHOOPING fire alarms and the (OS)

ANNOUNCEMENT. Joy looks at Mrs. Han, hopeful.



                          JOY

              They must know we're here...



                          ALL

              Help!



No answer.



EXT.  PARK LA BREA - DAY



Police cars, military vehicles, fire trucks, etc. converge on

the complex from all directions.



Several helicopters circle the complex. One has a PA in it:



                          VOICE THRU PA

              Han family. Show us your location...



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



The family listens, frustrated, as the HELICOPTERS circle (OS).



Joy carefully slides her arm along the arm rest, then tries to

coax something out of her pocket -- her Zippo lighter.



                          JOY

              Mother... Sam...



They look over at her as she lights it. After a beat, Mrs. Han

understands... She hesitates, then:



                          MRS. HAN

              Do it.



Joy drops the lighter to the floor, then swats it with her

foot to Mrs. Han. She does the same, passing it to Sam, who's

sitting closest to the window.



With one eye on the VU movement meter, Sam kicks the lighter,

sliding it across the carpet toward the curtains.



INT.  PARK LA BREA OFFICE - DAY



Several COPS and MARINES burst into the office. Milton, the

Assistant Manager, cowers as they SHOOT the lock off the door

to the inner office and rush in.



                          MILTON

              It's a brown binder... Says "Rental

              Manifest." You can't miss it...



They literally tear the office apart.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



The FIRE is consuming the curtains. Thick, toxic SMOKE begins

to fill the tiny apartment, and everyone starts coughing.



INT.  APACHE HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



They circle, overwhelmed by the sheer number of apartments.



                          CARSON

                    (into radio)

              Apartment number would be real

              helpful, gang...



Miranda points to a wisp of SMOKE above one of the towers.



                          MIRANDA

              There!



They come around, and spot the FIRE in the apartment's window.

It is nine stories up, four stories below the top floor.



EXT.  SKY ABOVE OCEAN - FOLLOW CRUISE MISSILE - DAY



The coast looms closer.



EXT.  PARK LA BREA - INCLUDE APACHE HELICOPTER - DAY



The Apache hovers parallel to the apartment, 20 feet away.

Carson feeds out a steel cable from a winch...



Then throws a spring-loaded grappling hook onto the thick,

iron balcony railing.



Hanging onto a webbed rescue harness, Carson slides quickly

across the line, onto the balcony. Using the butt of his Sig

9mm, he BREAKS a hole in the glass on the locked sliding glass

door. He reaches through and unlatches it.



INT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - DAY



The FLAMES have engulfed both sets of curtains and have begun

to creep across the floor and the ceiling.



Carson glances over at the electronics on the TV: 4:55 PM.



The family is coughing from the smoke, trying not to panic.



In the kitchen, Lisa can't cough through the tape on her

mouth. She's freaking out.



Seeing this, Carson runs over to her and pulls the tape off.

She starts SCREAMING, so he grabs her face.



                          CARSON

              Okay... work with me here!



He grabs one of the refrigerator handles and pulls, but it

won't come loose. Lisa cries out in frustration.



                          LISA

              Hurry, please hurry...



Carson spots Javal's toolbox. In it, he finds a socket set

handle, which he levers in between the refrigerator handle and

the door. He rips one handle loose, then the other.



Carson turns his attention to the booby-trapped chairs.



Lisa sits on the floor, frantically pulling her handcuffed

hands around her feet so they're in front of her, then runs

for the front door. Just as she reaches it:



                          CARSON

              DON'T!



He grabs her before she opens the door. There's a small

magnetic sensor at the top of the door jamb.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

              We have to go out the window.



                          MRS. HAN

              Can't you disarm the bomb?







                          CARSON

              Too risky. Let's concentrate on

              getting you out of here.



He looks at the meters on the electronic units.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

              Sound detectors?



                          MRS. HAN

              Sam covered them with chewing gum.



                          SAM

              High-tech problem, low-tech solution.



Carson looks at Sam, impressed, then peers under the chairs.



                          CARSON

              Pressure sensors. Use 'em in

              convertibles: Bad guy sits on your

              seat, he sets the alarm off. These

              are rigged backwards -- get up, you

              set 'em off.



                          SAM

              You a bomb expert?



                          CARSON

              Nope. But I've had some car alarms

              in my day.

                    (to himself)

              For all the goddamn good they do...



Carson looks around, thinking. He spots the roll of duct tape

on the table, grabs it and unrolls a long piece.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing; to Mrs. Han)

              Slide your arm forward... Watch the

              meter... Keep the pressure on the

              armrest with your elbow...



He wraps the armrest with tape, cinching it tight.



                          CARSON

                    (continuing)

              It'll squeeze the sensor, duplicate

              the weight of your arm... Okay...

              pick it up.



They look at each other, scared... After a beat, she does.



The meter JIGGLES... but stays in the black! Everyone sighs

with relief. Carson repeats the process on her other armrest.







                          CARSON

                    (continuing; to Sam)

              Low-tech solution...

                    (to Mrs. Han)

              Lean back... Carefully.



Carson feels for the sensor in the seat, finding it buried

under Mrs. Han's thighs. He runs a long piece of tape around

the seat and wraps it tightly.



He tries to lift Mrs. Han, but the meter moves to the red.



                          MIRANDA (VO)

                    (thru radio in his pocket)

              How's it going in there?



                          CARSON

                    (to himself)

              Nag, nag, nag...



He wraps another piece of tape around the seat, and tries

again to lift her. This time it works!



EXT.  SKY ABOVE OCEAN - FOLLOW CRUISE MISSILE - DAY



The missile has almost reached land.



EXT.  U.S. FIGHTER BOMBERS - SKY OVER SEA OF JAPAN - DAY



Traveling toward the Korean DMZ.



INT./EXT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - INCLUDE APACHE HELICOPTER -

DAY



Time: 4:58. The Apache helicopter HOVERING outside is making

an incredible racket.



Carson is helping Joy get free of her chair. As she stands,

the pieces of her hair stuck to the gum over the microphone

head begin to PULL the gum away!



Mrs. Han sees the meter heading for the red, and the yellow

warning light flashing... She grabs Carson's arm.



Carson quickly covers the mic... The meter drops to zero.



WIDER



The FIRE is spreading across the carpet and walls. Carson is

hurrying everyone out onto the small balcony. He helps Lisa

into the rescue harness. She's terrified.



                          CARSON

              You'll be over in five seconds...



She nods. Miranda pulls her across the cable and send the

harness back. Carson turns next to Sam, but he stands back so

his sister can go.



ANGLE ON BOMB



One minute... fifty-nine seconds...



CARSON



sends Sam across... the harness comes back... he straps Mrs.

Han into it...



                          CARSON

              Tell 'em I'm gonna release the hook

              and ride down on the line.



He pushes her across. As soon as she's there, he gestures to

the Apache Pilot to move closer so he can release the hook.



ANGLE ON BOMB



Thirty seconds... twenty-nine...



THE HARNESS



slides back across to him; Carson grabs it with one hand and

tries to undo the hook buckle with the other...



But the cable is crooked, and the buckle is JAMMED -- if he

can't release it, he's stuck there! Carson tries to free the

hook, but it's dug in between the concrete and the railing.



Fifteen seconds to go...



Carson looks over at the helicopter and waves them away.



                          CARSON

                    (shouts)

              Release the cable from your side!

              Get out of here!



                          MIRANDA

                    (shouts back)

              Come over the railing! Grab onto the

              harness!



INT.  APACHE HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY



Miranda turns to the Pilot.



                          MIRANDA

              Tear the hook loose!







                          PILOT

              It'll pop the winch buckle!



                          MIRANDA

              Try it anyway!



INT./EXT.  BACHELOR APARTMENT - INCLUDE APACHE HELICOPTER -

DAY



Five seconds to go...



The Apache helicopter backs away from the high-rise...



The cable pulls taut...



Carson wraps the webbing of the harness around his wrist...



The Apache STRAINS against the resistance of the cable...



The entire railing around the balcony BREAKS away, with Carson

HANGING on the harness next to it...



The helicopter turns and flies away...



EXT.  PARK LA BREA - DAY



The bomb EXPLODES, blasting a huge hole in the tower.



All the windows in the nearby towers and apartments IMPLODE.



CARSON



is engulfed in the FIREBALL... We can't tell if he's alive.



INT./EXT.  APACHE HELICOPTER - (AERIAL SHOT) - DAY


The force of the blast HITS them like a tidal wave. The Pilot
fights to keep control while looking for a place to set down.

BELOW

Huge chunks of debris, glass, furniture, etc. rain down.

Carson and the section of railing underneath the helicopter
swing like a pendulum from the force of the blast.

Groggy, he loosens his grasp on the harness, and jumps clear
as the helicopter lands.

Miranda leaps out of the Apache and runs to him...

WIDER

Dust and debris from the explosion hang in the air;
helicopters crisscross the scene.

Everyone turns their eyes skyward, looking for the missile...


INT.  WORKERS' PARADISE HALL - P'YÚNGYANG - (INCLUDE TV) -
DAY


The Premier and the High Command are watching the action at
Park LaBrea on CNN Live...

...As Ambassador Han embraces his family.

Furious, General Kai gets up and leaves the conference room.

The others look at the Premier. After a beat, he crosses to a
PANEL OF ELECTRONICS and SLAPS a large red button on it...


EXT.  SKY ABOVE SANTA MONICA - DAY


The cruise missile EXPLODES, completely obliterating it.


EXT.  U.S. FIGHTER BOMBERS - SKY OVER SEA OF JAPAN - DAY


The lead jet cuts away, turning around. The others follow.


EXT.  PARK LA BREA - DAY


The Han family crosses to Carson, blackened and bloody,
sitting on the curb next to Miranda. Ambassador Han shakes
his hand. Mrs. Han and Miranda cry. Joy and Sam grin at him.
After a beat, Carson gathers the kids up in his arms. It is a
profound catharsis for him...


EXT.  WORKERS' PARADISE HALL - P'YÚNGYANG - DAY


General Kai is getting into his car. He look up as an ARMY
OFFICER approaches... and SHOOTS him! The Officer pushes his
body into the passenger's seat, gets in, and drives off.


                                             FADE THRU TO:


DARKNESS

and the sound of RUNNING WATER.


EXT.  PASTORAL SCENE - DAY


A beautiful ranch house and horse barn, sitting on a meadow
beside a brook, overlooking an unspoiled pine forest.


INT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT


The pastoral scene is a COMMERCIAL on the TV.

Carson, wrapped in a towel, holds the phone and paces.


                          CARSON
                    (into phone)
              ...I'll call you next week.


Carson hangs up, and CLICKS off the TV as he leaves the room.
The sound of RUNNING WATER continues (OS)...


EXT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - PATIO - NIGHT


Miranda, wearing a bathrobe, is WATERING her sickly roses.
Carson comes outside.


                          MIRANDA
              Who was that on the phone?


                          CARSON
              The Bureau.
                    (beat)
              They want me back on the hostage
              team.


                          MIRANDA
              What did you say?


                          CARSON
              Told 'em I'd sleep on it...


Miranda smiles, then looks at him, surprised, as he crouches
down and helps her turn the soil around the rose bushes. They
work in silence. Then, tentatively, she leans over and kisses
him. Soon they're in each other's arms, holding tight...


INT.  CARSON'S HOUSE - BEDROOM - NIGHT


Still entwined, Carson and Miranda stumble in. While kissing:


                          MIRANDA
              Working with you today was
              certainly... interesting, Inspector.


                          CARSON
              It's my outstanding people skills.


He slips her out of her robe and they fall onto the bed. It is
a tender, romantic moment...

Until, (OS), a CAR ALARM goes off. Miranda bolts up.


                          MIRANDA
              I hate this fucking town...


Carson ignores the ALARM -- and Miranda's comment. He pushes
her back onto the bed and turns off the bedside lamp.

All of the books and magazines about other places to live
spill from his nightstand, onto the floor...



                                             FADE OUT.

                                             THE END