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Two ratty arm chairs and graffiti tagged mail boxes. Ortiz and Maldonado FLYING through the front doors, Touhey and Kaller from the rear. Elevator already open and empty.
FOOTSTEPS echo above them, Ortiz and Maldonado up the back stairs. Touhey and Kaller up the front.

THIRD FLOOR HALLWAY
Jack and Eddie moving through a maze of chipped linoleum hallways. VOICES ana FOOTSTEPS growing behind them. Turning down another hall.
Different VOICES LOUDER and CLOSER from in front of them.
Jack stopping. Out of breath and out of options. Starts rapping on doors. One after another. No one answering. The SOUNDS closer now. Frantically banging then giving up. Readying his .38
A door opens a crack. Ancient, frightened eyes staring out.
JACK
(holding up his badge) Police. Open up!
The door closes. VOICES a split second from turning into the hallway. The RATTLE of a chain coming off.

INT. SAM'S APARTMENT
Jack and Eddie fall inside. Jack chaining the door. The OLD MAN steps back befuddled. Creeping towards 80, eyes showing alarm.
SAM
No. You have to go. They said they'd be back shortly.
VOICES from the hall. Jack puts his finger to his mouth, gun at his side. Then a KNOCK at the door. And ANOTHER KNOCK. A long moment. Mumbling of VOICES...

EXT. CONFUCIUS PLACE
Frank Nugent stands out front of the Welfare Hotel, Kaller's VOICE cackling over the radio. Behind him CROWDS begin lining the block.
KALLER (O.S.) ... could be in any one of the rooms. But definitely in the building. Want us to door to door it?
NUGENT
(into radio) No. You take the roof. The rest of you seal the back and alleys. Bob, Jimmy and I'll hold down the front.
(beat)
Lets sit tight. He's the one with the clock ticking...

INT. SAM'S ROOM
Jack's eyes on his watch: 9:04 Ear pressed to the door as the VOICES break up and disappear. Turns to the frightened old man...
JACK
Phone.
Sam gestures to a padlocked door in the hall.
HALL
Jack moving to it, ripping off the padlock with his gun and kicking in the door.

INT. BEDROOM
Cell phones. Hundreds of boxes of cell phones stacked on the queen size bed. The rest of the room filled bootleg furs, contraband silks, boxes of electronics and high end linens stacked to the ceiling. Jack digs through the mountains of boxes.
EDDIE
Someone's using this guy's place to store their shit.
JACK
Ghost Shadows or Tongs probably. Those gangs use shut-ins like nim to warehouse their stash, drugs. People like him have nobody and are just too scared to say anything.
Jack moving back into the...

LIVING ROOM
Sam wishing them to leave. Nervously standing there, oddly resplendent in his tweed sports coat, crisp white shirt and burgundy colored ascot. Pants neatly creased, shoes shined. Holding tightly to what little dignity he is afforded.
JACK Your phone.
The old man pointing to the kitchenette and a cordless phone with oversized buttons. Jack stuffing some paper towels in his palm and grabbing the phone. Putting his .38 on a table near the front door.
Eddie taking in the room. A single fold out bed, a chenille bedspread lovingly draped across it. Tin tray table with a transistor radio for a night stand holding a picture frame and brush. Steamer trunk serving as a dresser. 15 inch Pillips on the floor showing QVC. All shoved into one corner. A little oasis shoved into one corner.
Sam looks pleadingly to Jack as he walks by.
SAM
I never open the door. They told me not to. You have to leave. They're going to come back soon. Please.

Sam sitting down on his bed, worried eyes constantly moving to the door. Eddie sitting next to him.
EDDIE
We'll be gone in a minute.
(beat) I'm Eddie.
SAM
Sam.
EDDIE
Hi Sam. Lemme ask you something. You're driving in a hurricane...
Jack moves toward the back, dialing the phone.
JACK (into phone) Dan MacDonald's office.
Waits as he's transferred. Looks back at Eddie and the old man.
EDDIE
So who would you take?
Sam's eyes sparkle to life. He reaches over and turns a picture frame in Eddie's direction. A creased snapshot of a young WOMAN standing in front of a massive, ornate CLOCK.
Eddie stares at the photo then to Sam.
EDDIE (cont'd) The girl of your dreams. You take her?
Now peering through a dirty window. Uniformed POLICE wander the block, blue barricades lining the curb. Jack not understanding. A VOICE on the other end of the phone.
JACK (into phone) Dan MacDonald please, (beat)
Tell him it's the guy with his witness.

INT. HALLWAY - 100 CENTRE STREET - MORNING
A OVERWORKED CLERK races for all he's worth down a brightly lit corridor, sliding around one corner and flying through a
door with a large С over it.
INT. GRAND JURY ROOM С
Small and plain with no windows. TWENTY FOUR CITIZENS sit at one end in a semi-circle of tiered seats. In front of them are a COURT STENOGRAPHER, two COURT OFFICERS and a desk occupied by Assistant District Attorney DAN MACDONALD and his measly STAFF of TWO. An easel holding a diagram, case numbers and names is prominent.
The air is tense and uncomfortable as the Overworked Clerk slips behind MacDonald and whispers in his ear.

INT. ADA MACDONALD'S OFFICE
The mid-morning SUN illuminates mountains of files stacked in every conceivable space. MacDonald, 30, runs his hand across where his hair used to be. {INTERCUT as needed)
MACDONALD I just hung up with your Captain ten minutes ago. You should've been here by now. Where the hell are you?
JACK
About seven blocks away. Only there's a few Cops between me and you that don't want him there. You're going to have to buy yourself some more time.
MACDONALD There is no more time. The jury's tenure ends at ten. That's it. Without that kid they'll vote "No Bill" and Ryan walks and case goes in the toilet.
JACK
You guys could indict a ham sandwich. What's the deal?
MacDonald slumps onto his desk, swivels to face a bulletin board with pictures of Police Officers, witnesses and case numbers. Red magic marker lines connect the faces to one another. Weariness drips from voice.
MACDONALD Went fishing without enough bait. My boss thought if we went to the grand jury Ryan would fold. He didn't. We had only circumstantial until we ran into Edward Bunker last night. He's an eye witness. He makes it all work, (beat)
I got one shot at this, Mosley. I need that kid.
INT. SAM'S APARTMENT - SAME TIME
Jack watching as an army of CHINESE FAMILIES in brightly covered attire pour onto the edges of the barricades on Confucius Place. MUSICIANS gather in the street.
And suddenly understanding what it is.
MACDONALD (OS) Where are you? I'll send my squad.
Jack doesn't answer. Thinking.
JACK
Someone over there set this thing in motion. You got a leak, (beat)
Maybe even one of your squad, (beat)
See you at the courthouse,
CLICK. Jack moves away from window. Pulls Eddie towards the door—
BAM' Sam's DOOR blows open, TWO ON LONG GANG MEMBERS step inside. Cool, menacing stares. The larger one, ONG, steps in as his PARTNER hangs back. Heavy boots, overcoats like tents.
ONG
What the fuck is this?
Ong glaring at Sam, not moving from the door. His Partner moves to the bedroom. YELLING something in Chinese from the hall.
ONG (cont'd) You steal my things? THIS IS MY PLACE!
Jack puts his hands up in surrender. Eyes his gun sitting behind Ong on the table.
ONG (cont'd) Who are you?
JACK
We needed a phone. No trouble. We just want to walk out of here.
The Partner reappears and mumbles something in Chinese. Tense silence as Ong stares down Jack, Then he grins and spits at Jack. No response from Jack. Ong motions them to the door.
JACK (cont'd)
Eddie. Eddie points to Sam.
EDDIE
What about him?
JACK
What about him? He's fine.
{to Sam) You fine?
Sam nervously nods.
JACK (cont'd) He's fine. Let's go.
Eddie doesn't budge.
EDDIE He opened the door.
JACK
Eddie.
EDDIE
He never opens the door. That's what he sard. But today he did. When we needed him to. It's a sign,
(beat)
We're supposed to help him. He can't stay here.
JACK
Don't start with this — But Eddie already has, turning to Ong.
EDDIE
Think you're tough shit pickin' on a little old man? Well I'm standing right here and I don't see you doing something about that. So you must be a pussy.
Jack's shoulders slump. Ong whips out a six inch blade and moves for Eddie. WHAM! Ong's arm snaps like a twig, Jack's move so quick and so jarring,, the pain hasn't even registered yet. The thumb to the windpipe does, sending Ong to the ground gasping for air.
Jack already to the .38 , spinning and SPLITTING OPEN the Partner's nose before his weapon clears his belt. The two writhing on the floor in massive pain.
Jack clutching his hand, nauseous from the pain, kneels down and confiscates ID'S from both.
JACK
Get your shit out of here and don't come back.
(MORE)
JACK (cont'd) Anything happens to that man, he gets so much as a cold, and I will tell Tommy Chan the two of you are my stoolies.
Frightened look from Ong as Jack shows his badge.
JACK (cont'd) You know what Tommy Chan did to the last rat he caught? Cut the bastards head off and mailed it to his mother.
Eddie leans in.
EDDIE
And two hundred dollars a month. Under the door. Cash.
(off Jack's look) They shoved him in a corner like he was an animal. Used his place. They should pay him rent for that.
Jack looks at Eddie differently this time. The slightest trace of a smile. Turns to the broken men.
JACK What he said.

INT. SECOND FLOOR STAIRWELL
Jack and Eddie descending, eyes and ears open. Jack's limp more pronounced.
EDDIE
You were going to walk out and leave him there.
JACK
Can't fix everything, Eddie. EDDIE
That one
You sound like your friend down there.
stings.
JACK
He ain't my friend. And I'm nothing like him.
EDDIE
It takes
But you know what he did. What this is about, don't you?
a while for Jack to answer.
JACK
Witness tampering. You saw two police detectives intimidating a witness for profit, (beat)
They been doing it for years. Started out as a way to keep their informants on the street. They get popped, Frank would find the key witness and get him io change their tune* Threaten him or his family. Keeps his snitch out there working. Least that's how they rationalized it. Until they figured out they could squeeze some money out it.

EXT. CONFUCIUS PLACE - MORNING
Riotous with every imaginable color. SOUNDS of FIRECRACKERS, loud GONGS and DRUMS accompany CHANTS of long life and happiness.. The Wedding procession moving towards Mott Street and past police barricades.
Torres and Kaller on either side, Ortiz and Maldonado watch the back. Touhey on the roof.
In front Nugent and Mulvey move amongst the revelers, slipping amongst them like barracudas.

INT. RESIDENCE LOBBY
Jack and Eddie moving across the deserted lobby and settling on either side of the front doors. The MUFFLED SOUNDS of the procession growing LOUDER. Jack staring out into the chaos.
Nervous time.
EDDIE
You know they're out there waiting. What are we going to do?
JACK
Wait for one of your signs.
Quiet as they watch the swirl of people gathering along the street.
EDDIE
What were you talking about with him in the basement. Something about a citizen.
Jack's eyes grow hard. They never leave the street as he speaks.
JACK
Four years ago one of Nugent's top informants stabbed a cab driver. (MORE)
JACK (cont'd) Nugent needed this guy so he pays a visit to the eye witness. Up to this point the witnesses were nickel and dime scum bags. This one was different. Chinese guy. Sixty something. A citizen minding his own business, (beat)
The old guy wouldn't budge. Sticks to his story. Frank threatens him but the guy doesn't fold. Gets so mad he shoves his gun in the guy's mouth. Guy drops dead right there. Heart attack. Frank leaves. Family finds the old guy the next day.
Long silence as the Wedding Parade comes into view. Behind them the elevator opens and a LARGE FAMILY of NINE emerges and heads for the front doors.

EXT. CONFUCIUS PLACE
The bridal chair passing. Held high above the crowd. Heavily curtained to prevent the bride from glimpsing unlucky sights. Mirrors of all shapes and sizes decorate itrs red satin sheath, protecting her from evil influence. FAMILY scatters grain and beans as symbols of fertility. ATTENDANTS with lanterns and banners swirl among them. A papier-mache Unicorn dances around her for luck. MUSICIANS play a Chinese wedding SONG.
The Hotel doors open, the LARGE FAMILY oozes outside. Nugent and Mulvey seeing it right away. Pushing through the CROWDED SIDEWALK towards the Family. Getting to them just as they are swallowed up by the crowd.
Pulling them apart but Jack and Eddie are not there. Nugent and Mulvey whipping around, eyes searching the sidewalk...

ON JACK
Out the SERVICE DOORS and into the middle of the street. Surrounded by swirling color and movement. A dozen parasols spinning along side Jack. Behind him a twenty foot DRAGON snakes in and out of the CROWD. The firecrackers being set off to frighten away evil spirits all around him.
Eddie six yards ahead of him.

EXT. CONFUCIUS PLACE
The spectacle flowing past the barricades and outside the established perimeter. The Groom, accompanied by a child as an omen of his future sons, waits for his bride.

JACK
Safety just fifteen yards away. Willing himself to keep going. Ten yards. . .
REVELERS CHANT. Behind Jack the Dragon slithers away revealing Mulvey, stepping up from behind, Glock coming up. The dragon snakes back in between them...
Mulvey trying to push it out of the way, finally ducking underneath it only to find... Jack gone.
Pushing through the CROWD as the CAMERA drifts up high over Confucrus Place, the THRONGS of PEOPLE spilling away in all directions...

INT. VIDEO ARCADE - MORNING
Noisy and crammed with ASIAN YOUTHS. One PUNK banging on the rest room door, throwing up his hands.

JACK'S WATCH
Sitting on the edge of a sink. 9:12

INT. VIDEO ARCADE REST ROOM
Two stalls, a urinal and a rusty sink where Jack runs water over his hand. Eddie standing on the toilet tank peering through a mesh grating that looks onto the street.

EDDIE'S POV
West Broadway and in particular a shoe shine stand across the street that is presently unoccupied.

ARCADE REST ROOM Eddie jumping down.
EDDIE Six blocks.
JACK
Might as well be six miles we don't get some help.
EDDIE
They say there are no shortcuts to places worth going.
Jack stuffing paper towels in his palm. Laughs.
EDDIE (cont'd) Someone's going to help us. Jack. Don't you worry.
JACK
I shot a cop and you're a rat. Who's going to help us.
Eddie smiles a weary smile and lets it go.
EDDIE
We'll make it. And before ten. Cause I have to be -
JACK
-- someplace before noon. Where do you have to be that's so important?
EDDIE
A place. Got to pick up something.
Cynical laugh from Jack.
EDDIE (cont'd) It's not what you think. I'm a baker Jack.
JACK
Thief to cake maker. Just like that.
Bleeding stopped. Eddie up on the toilet checking again. Nothing.
EDDIE
Not just like that. It was a process. A journey. Because I followed the signs.
(jumps back down) Like nine months ago I'm incarcerated. They throw this ancient guy in with me. Marvis. Has cancer in his throat, so he can hardly talk. But that first night he says something that started it all. Says, "If you always do what you always done, you'11 always have what you always got".
(beat)
Well I don't like what I got. Thievin' gives me upset stomachs and I suck at it. Maybe I should try something else.
JACK
I'm sure check washing crossed your mind.
EDDIE
Nope. Cakes. On the inside I'm known for my cakes.
(MORE)
EDDIE (cont'd) But as a goof, I start decorating them. Anything you could think of. Girlfriends. Cars. Gang logos. You name it. Find out I'm great at it.
(beat)
I got nothin' but time so I do my due diligence and find you can make good money on birthday cakes. Kid ones. Put Barney or a Dragon Ball on one and whoosh, your mark-up is through the roof.
Jack just staring at this kid. Nods for Eddie to check again, so he climbs back up and checks the shoe shine stand. Empty.
EDDIE (cont'd)
Nothing.
(beat)
Anyway I get out and start saving for my own place. I'm doin' okay but I don't see a bakery in my future any time soon. Which I figure will cost thirty grand to get started. But I keep tellin' myself do what you've always done, have what you always got. (shrugs)
I didn't give up like I always did. I had faith for some reason. Then one amazing episode after another and I have the money, (beat)
Why was that old guy was put in with me? It was a sign. And this time I didn't miss it. We'll be okay. Because I was meant to bake cakes.
Eddie climbing to look again.
JACK
Hate to burst your bubble kid, but in 23 years of police work I've never met a thief that stayed out.
EDDIE People change Jack.
JACK
Dates change. Seasons change. People don't.
Eddie shakes his head then spots something across the street.
EDDIE Tall, skinny guy?
EXT. SHOE SHINE STAND - MORNING
SHAQUILLE EVANS sits on his high shoe shine chair, legs stretched. Munching on a Cinnabon, licking his fingers and watching gaggles of KOREAN GIRLS waddle by. A sign behind him reads: SHINIST OF FINE FOOTWEAR
Six-nine, 165 pounds, he looks like a praying mantis in shiny lime green sweats. A burn scar puckers his left cheek, drawing the eye into a permanent squint. An old thirty.
A SANITATION WORKER moseys up and holds out a twenty.

SANITATION WORKER They said you got phone cards.
SHAQUILLE I got phone cards, green cards, credit cards, ID cards. I'm the card king, garbage man.
Shaquille reaching into his shine box and taking out a pile of pre-paid phone cards wrapped in a rubber band.
Shaquille (conf d) How many minutes you want?
The Worker takes a sixty minute card for his twenty and walks away revealing Jack and Eddie standing there.

INT. SHAQUILLE'S APARTMENT
The door opens and Shaquille leads Jack and Eddie inside. Ozzy and Harriet neat and clean with matching furniture and wall to wall.
SHAQUILLE Honey[ Look who's here?
(beat) I'11 get my keys.
Shaquille heads down the hall as his wife, SALMA appears in the kitchen doorway. Pretty Puerto Rican woman in her late 20's. Her glare saying it all. She hates Jack.
JACK (uncomfortable) Salma-
She turns back into the kitchen without a word.
EDDIE
A guy saves your life you owe him. Therefore you take your best friend from that bus stop.
JACK
And leave the women. I don't think that makes you a good soul. Do you?
EDDIE (slumping)
No.
Silence... Suddenly Eddie brightens.
EDDIE (cont'd) Chuck Berry.
(off Jack's look) Was an armed robber. Went to prison.
Jack looks completely confused.
EDDIE (cont'd) You said nobody changes. He changed.
Jack staring at Eddie.
EDDIE (cont'd)
What?
JACK
Nothing. I was just visualizing duct tape over your mouth, (beat)
SHAQ!
SHAQUILLE (O.S.)
One sec!
Shaquille emerging from the bedroom. Stops outside a doorway and motions Jack over. Jack peering into the den. Shaquille's SON, 7, playing Playstation2.
JACK
Big.
SHAQUILLE Eight next month.
About to start out when he looks at the big screen Sony.
SHAQUILLE (cont'd) What's that you're playin'?
LITTLE SHAQUILLE
Nothing.
SHAQUILLE
Hey.
Kid shrugs sheepishly.
LITTLE SHAQUILLE (almost inaudible) Vice City.
SHAQUILLE Turn it off.
LITTLE SHAQUILLE Noooooooooooooo!
SHAQUILLE Turn it off or I'm disconnecting Playstation.
LITTLE SHAQUILLE Bram and William play it.
SHAQUILLE They swallow razor blades you gonna do that too? It's too violent. It's rated M. You know what that means? Now turn it off!
LITTLE SHAQUILLE (turning it off) I hate you.

INT. APARTMENT PARKING GARAGE
Trunk's open of Shaquille's л98 Town car. Eddie climbing in.
SHAQUILLE (to Jack) Yes sir. Me and Jack go back a long ways. When I went up, he took care of things down here for me. Food, bills...
Jack tucking his gun in his waist.
JACK
Lafayette to Centre. Pull in downstairs. Pop the trunk and go home. Slates clean.

INT. TOWN CAR TRUNK
Jack climbing in, Shaquille shutting the trunk. BLACKNESS. Bodies getting comfortable.

EXT. BROADWAY - AFTERNOON
Shaquille eases the Lincoln on to Broadway and heads south. Keeping the car in traffic's flow.
INT. TRUNK
Intermittent glow from the BRAKE LIGHTS the only light source. The car begins to move and we're plunged rnto darkness. After a moment...
EDDIE (OS) Barry White, (beat)
Stole three hundred tires and went to jail. He changed too.
JACK (OS) Can it. We need the air.

INT. TOWN CAR
Shaquille easing into the stop and go as traffic congests. Clutches the steering wheel with NERVOUSNESS. Eyes peeled and uncomfortable.

INT. TRUNK
Hot in here now. BRAKE LIGHTS on again as the car stops. Jack and Eddie back to back. Eddie humming.
JACK
What's that you keep humming? EDDIE
Sorry I'11 stop.
JACK
I know that tune. Do it again
Eddie does it almost inaudibly. Jack following it in his head. Car moving again.
JACK (cont'd) Wheels on the bus?
(half singing) The wheels on the bus goes round and round, all through the town.
Eddie starts singing it.
EDDIE
The people on the bus go up and down, up and down...
JACK
I though it was the horn went toot-toot-toot .
EDDIE
That comes after. Wheels, people, horn then money in the box. There's more but I can't remember 'em.
JACK
Whatever. Why that stupid song? EDDIE
I don't know. My sister sung it to me when I was little. Said if I sang it to myself the scary stuff would go away.
JACK How old are you?
EDDIE Twenty-four.
JACK
Twenty-four and you believe singing an idiotic song like Wheels-On-The-Bus will make you brave.
Eddie doesn't respond.
JACK (cont'd) You know it's stupid, right?
EDDIE
I guess.
JACK
You guess?
EDDIE
Okay it's stupid. I won't do it anymore.
JACK
Do it, don't do it. I don't care. I'm just saying it's stupid.
EDDIE
I heard you the first time.
Eddie moves away from Jack. Jack suddenly aware he's hurt Eddie's feelings.
JACK
Look-EDDIE
I'm not doing it anymore, okay? Just drop it.
Car hits a pot hole causing both to wince. Jack feeling badly. After some silence...
JACK
The wipers on the bus go swish-swish-swish, then the doors go open and shut then the driver on the bus says move on back. That's the rest.
The faintest smile appears on Eddie's face. The car turning again. Ride bumpy all of a sudden. A quick flash of the brake light reveals a strange look on Jack's face.

INT. TOWN CAR
Shaquille nervously steering the car down a service alley, sweating profusely in spite of the AC on high.
Suddenly Jack's .38 is at his temple.
JACK
Where you going Shaq?
Rear seat pushed out, Jack COCKING THE HAMMER back.
SHAQUILLE Сstammering) Frank pulled me just before you showed! Said if you reached out I gotta call him. Threatened my kid! Swear to Christ I didn't want to—
Suddenly through the windshield Nugent, Torres and Mulvey grow larger as the car heads towards them.
Jack's over the seat, JAMMING HIS FOOT ON THE ACCELERATOR and PUSHING SHAQUILLE OUT THE DOOR. The Lincoln jerking forward and barreling down on Nugent.
Nugent, Torres and Mulvey FIRING THEIR WEAPONS into the car. Windshield SHATTERS as Jack dives into the back...

EXT. ALLEY
Nugent and company EMPTYING THEIR GUNS into the oncoming car as it CAREENS OFF THE ALLEY WALLS, the Lincoln almost on top of them.
BLAM! The trunk cylinder BLOWN INTO THE AIR, trunk flying open. Jack and Eddie tumbling out of it and onto the pavement right before the Lincoln SLAMS INTO A GARBAGE BIN.
Jack getting off THREE SHOTS before taking off.
JACK AND EDDIE
Racing into the middle of Lafayette Street. MTA bus chugging through traffic just ahead. Nugent's COPS flying onto the sidewalks.
Jack breathing through his mouth, two heartbeats away from a heart attack. Knee buckling but keeps going. Closing on the bus. Catching up and banging on the door flashing his badge at the driver.
Jack losing steam as the doors swing open. Eddie jumping on then turning, hanging out the door, arm outstretched, grabbing Jack's wrist.

INT. MTA BUS
Eddie pulling Jack inside. Jack over to the driver, badge in his face.
JACK (breathless) No stops.
Eddie slumping into a seat near the front. Jack standing next to the driver. TWENTY PASSENGERS scattered through the bus,
Jack watching through the windshield. The Courthouse. Five and a half blocks and closing. Checks his watch:
9:20

JACK'S POV
Kaller and Maldonado up ahead, flashing badges in the middle of Lafayette. Mulvey and Torres gaining ground from the rear.

INT. MTA BUS
Jack moves closer to the Driver. Eddie on his feet as the Bus starts to pull over.
JACK Keep going.
Cops moving in front of the bus now. Driver's confused but keeps it moving. Past Kaller and Maldonado who race to keep up.

EXT. LAFAYETTE STREET
The big M5 RUMBLING towards Canal. Picking up speed.
INT. MTA BUS
Jack's gun on the driver's back. Holding onto the rail as the bus rumbles on.
Suddenly the Bus is JOLTED, swaying WILDLY OUT OF CONTROL. PASSENGERS flying into the aisle.

EXT. LAFAYETTE STREET
Torres and Mulvey firing at the Bus' tires. Shredded rubbe flying off the rims, SPARKS SHOWERING THE STREET.
The bus listing, screeching and groaning to a stop a block and half from Canal.

INT. BUS
Passengers SCREAMING. Jack off the floor, locking the door and forcing the driver towards the back.
JACK Everybody up!
Forcing passengers against the windows face first. Hands over their heads.
JACK (cont'd) (to Eddie) Move *em against the windows!
Eddie positioning people in front of all the windows. Jack pushing FOUR to move towards the front to cover the windshield.

EXT. BUS/INTERSECTION
Mulvey, Torres, Kaller and Maldonado surrounding the bus. Nugent arriving, quickly sizing up the situation.
TORRES
Had to stop it Frank. Runs right to the Courthouse.
NUGENT
Get Gruber here and let's get our stories straight. Going to have to paint a neat picture for command.
RMP's from three Precincts already converging on the intersection.
INT. BUS
Frightened passengers line the windows. Jack moving up the aisle, Eddie like his shadow behind him.
EDDIE
DON'T WORRY EVERYBODY. THIS MAN'S A POLICE OFFICER. EVERYTHING WILL BE OKAY. REMAIN CALM.
CRYING from the back of the bus. An OLD MAN having trouble standing, his WIFE becoming hysterical. Those around him trying to keep him up. A SUIT, TIE and BRIEFCASE turns to Jack.
STAB
This guy can't stand any more.
Jack thinks, then grabs several newspapers from off the seats. Rummages around under the Driver's seat, coming away with a roll of duct tape. Hands out pages of the paper to passengers. Everyone taping over their windows with the New York Post and Daily News.

INT. RAYS PIZZA - MINUTES LATER
Staging area being set up. MDT's, hard lines's and dispatch tables being positioned as everybody who needs to be here arrives.
SWAT and HRT are gearing up. Nugent and Gruber talking to DEPUTY COMMISSIONER WAGNER.
GRUBER
Thought we could take care of this quickly and quietly.
WAGNER (furious)
Guy shoots a cop and takes a grand jury witness hostage and you want me to be —
NUGENT
My fault Bernie. I asked him to let me handle it. I worked with Mosley years ago. Felt an obligation to talk him in. Didn't realize he was this gone.
Hostage Negotiator MIKE SHEEHAN walks up clipping a headset to his ear.
SHEEHAN What do we got?
WAGNER
Cop. Vet. Flipped, shot a detective and took a hostage an hour ago. Now this.
Sheehan eyes the group. Decides not to say anything.
SНЕЕHAN How many in there?
WAGNER
We're blind right now. We're checking the route.
Sheehan stares at the bus. Papers finished going up.
SHEEHAN
Suicidal?
WAGNER
Been to the farm twice the last four years. Nothing like this though.
Sheehan eyes Nugent.
SHEEHAN What do you know?
NUGENT
After he nailed Jerry he spouted something about making headlines.
SHEEHAN
Let's get him a radio and let's see what he wants.

EXT. BUS/INTERSECTION
A CROWD has packed the sidewalks, PEOPLE hang out windows to watch.
Black clad SWAT Snipers line the rooftops, high powered rifles pointed at the bus. Scopes reflecting the rising sun.

INT. BUS
Jack and Eddie moving passengers to the back. Jack looking at that Chinese Woman who's face is stiff with fear. Mumbling a prayer only she can hear.
Jack kneels, says something in Chinese. She looks up and suddenly seems calm.
A VOICE booms through the bus.
SHEEHAN(OS) This is Sergeant Mike Sheehan. I'll be the one talking to you. First thing I need to do is get a radio to you so we can talk. Make sure everyone is alright.

JACK'S POV
Sheehan behind a Patrol Car, bullhorn in hand. Jack's eyes
scan the rest of the block. Sharpshooters and Police
everywhere.

INTERSECTION
The bus doors open. Sheehan removes his windbreaker and steps in front of the car. Arms in the air, Police radio in his right hand.
SHEEHAN
I am not armed. I'm just going to step in there, hand you a radio and make sure we've got no injuries...
JACK (OS)
Throw it. Sheehan stops,
SHEEHAN I need to—
The bus doors start to close.
SHEEHAN (cont'd)
Okay!
The doors stop and Sheehan under hands the radio through them.

INT. BUS
Doors hiss shut. Eddie retrieves the radio and hands it to Jack. RADIO already CACKLING.
SHEEHAN (OS) You copy me, Jack?
JACK (into radio) Everybody's okay in here.
SHEEHAN (OS) Good. That's good. How many people you have in there Jack?

Eddie mouthing nineteen. Jack about to say it then stops.
JACK
Twenty-two. Including me and the kid.
SHEEHAN (O.S.) Good. I think it's important that we're honest with each other. So I'm going to tell you what's what. We're going to do whatever it takes to ensure the safety of the hostages. I understand you've been under a lot of pressure and that it's been a rough day for you. (beat)
But that end's here. It'll be up to you how.
(beat)
The block's sealed. SWAT and HRT are in place. It's a frozen zone, (beat)
So let's work this out and we can all go home and hug our loved ones, (beat)
Because this is as far as you go, Jack.

JACK'S POV
Nothing but guns trained on the bus, 360 degrees of automatic weapons scatter the landscape. Rooftops, store fronts, vehicles. Even the SOUNDS of HELICOPTERS can be heard above.
Watches Wagner and Gruber talking with Sheehan. Then sees Nugent staring at the bus. Looking RIGHT at the window Jack's peering out of. Like he can see him...

INT. BUS
Jack moves away. Every terrified face on the bus on him. Looks at his watch.
9:25
Jack sits. You can see all hope and desire ebb from his broken body. Eyes dim. Shoulders slump. Eddie sits next him and puts his hand on Jack's shoulder.
EDDIE
They say in every adversity there's seeds for a greater opportunity.
Jack doesn't respond. Just stares at the floor. Whatever fight that was left is long gone.
Eddie gets up and walks to the back window and peers out. Jack notices Eddie's notebook on the seat beside him. Flips it open...

THE NOTEBOOK
Beginning pages crammed with cake designs, recipes and ingredients. Deeper in, the pages are filled with calculations of costs, equipment prices and lists of various distributors. Business cards, lease agreement from a Seattle building owner taped to some pages. A question mark next to Jack's name. Months of painstaking thought. Each page filled with hope, craft and hard work.

INT. BUS
Jack looking up at Eddie. Differently this time. The kid consoling a LATINO WOMAN, that ever present smile soothing her.
Jack's eyes drifting to the radio on the seat across from him. Picks it up.
JACK (into radio) Sheehan.
SHEEHAN (O.S.) Right here Jack.
JACK
Here's my demands. I want District Attorney MacDonald, a court stenographer and a member of the television media to board this bus to witness and record sworn testimony, (beat)
After we talk we all walk out of here.
SHEEHAN (O.S.) That's a tall order Jack. It's going to take some—
Jack cutting him off.
JACK
DA, court reporter and a media person I would know. Thirty minutes or I start shooting.
Eddie shocked by Jack's tone. Turns to Passengers.
EDDIE He's kidding.
Jack clicks off the radio. Moves to back of bus.
EDDIE (cont'd) Bring the courthouse to us. That's brilliant.
JACK Everybody up.

INT. RAY'S PIZZERIA
Keenan look back at MacDonald then to Sheehan.
WAGNER
He knows nobody's going in that bus? What's he up to?
Sheehan about to say something when the BUS DOORS open and the radio is tossed out to the pavement.
WAGNER(cont'd) Prepare a breach.

STAGING AREA
SWAT TEAMS put on their gear and ready assault weapons. RAY FITZPATRICK, chiseled vet of 18 years is popping in an earpiece when Frank Nugent taps him on the shoulder.
FITZPATRICK
Frank.
NUGENT Ray. You guys going in?
FITZPATRICK Looks like it.
Nugent pulls him away from the others.
NUGENT
I need you to do something.

INT. BUS
Jack gathering the passengers into the center aisle. Sizing up the GUY IN THE SUIT. Looking at his grey suit. Two buttons and pants with cuffs. Points to him...
JACK
You.
(nods over to Eddie) Change clothes with him.
EDDIE Me? What for?
JACK
You wanted a suit didn't you?
Eddie sensing something's not right.
EDDIE What are you doing?
JACK
You're leaving with them. Eddie's stunned.
EDDIE
Why? They're coming here, right? You told them to bring everybody here,
JACK
No one's coming, Eddie. I just said that so they wouldn't be ready when this goes down.
Eddie's confused.
EDDIE
What about testifying? JACK
Forget about testifying, (beat)
In less than 10 minutes they're going to breach the bus. Stun grenades, tear gas and АК-47's. Five seconds from bang to bullets. They'll kill me and you then go have a sandwich. Stay in here and you'll die. The only chance you have is to get OFF this bus.
(beat) It's over.
Eddie stares into Jack's spiritless eyes. Just now starting to understand.
EDDIE
What about making that guy pay? (beat)
Don't quit now. Jack. We're a team. Maybe we're not seeing a sign we're supposed to see. Maybe...
But Jack's already made up his mind, leading the line to the front of the bus.
EXT. BUS/INTERSECTION
SWAT and HRT take up positions around the bus. RADIOS cackle as everyone readies for an all out assault.
When the Bus doors open. Hands up, one after another, passengers step down onto the street.
Confusion. RADIOS all blare with "Hold your Fire!" Commands.

INT. RAY'S PIZZERIA
Wagner, Gruber, Nugent and Sheehan watch stunned as it unfolds.
WAGNER
What's he doing? He giving up?
SHEEHAN Fuck if I know.
MORE passengers drift into the street...

EXT. BUS/INTERSECTION
Helmeted SWAT TEAMS dart into the intersection grabbing passengers and pulling them away from the bus while sharpshooters remain focused on the door.

INT, BUS
Jack stands near the front doors out of street view. Eddie
in the middle of the line dressed in the grey suit. He can't
help looking down at it. Exactly what he wanted.
JACK {to passengers) Remember keep your hands above youx heads until they tell you to put 'em down.
Eddie moving next to Jack.
EDDIE
This isn't the way it was supposed to be.
Jack ignoring him. Tapping each passenger to signal they can step out. Eddie sounding more like a child now, fear in his voice.
EDDIE (cont'd)
Listen to me. I don't want to
leave like this. I
Jack pulls Eddie into line, adjusts his tie.
JACK
When you get out there, they'll haul you to a debriefing area. It's going to be hectic in there...
EDDIE
Jack. I need to tell you how much— JACK
Try and get out of there fast. Get
E
ast the perimeter and don't look ack.
Jack pushes him out the door.

EXT. BUS/INTERSECTION
Eddie stepping onto the street, hands shielding his eyes as two SWAT OFFICERS swoop down, grab him by the arms and whisk him away from the bus.

INT. BUS
Jack peering through a slit in the newspaper as Eddie is led through the crowd. FOUR more PASSENGERS remain...

INT. FLOWER SHOP
Crammed and LOUD, Hastily set up area where HRT DETECTIVES interview the released passengers. Eddie's dropped into the hands of a PLAINCLOTHES OFFICER.
PLAINCLOTHES OFFICER
You hurt?
Eddie shakes his head, eyeing the confusion and chaos in here.
PLAINCLOTHES OFFICER (cont'd) We're gonna take a statement and ask you some questions.
Eddie being led to the rear of the flower store. Spots Torres and Mulvey huddling near the front door.
EDDIE
There a bathroom here?

EXT. SIDE ALLEY
Eddie exits the shop through the service door and walks through a swarm of UNIFORMED POLICE milling about. Onto the sidewalk, turns left and is swallowed up by the CROWD.
OK EDDIE
As he ducks under the yellow police tape as MORE SWAT race past him.
tfe rs free.
But for some reason Eddie stops. Eyes the GIANT CLOCK above the BANK:
9:29
Then taking in SWAT TEAMS getting ready to breach. Looking to the solitary bus, the LAST TWO PASSENGERS stepping out to safety and the doors hissing shut.

INT. BUS - SAME TIME
Jack stands alone amongst the fluttering newspapers. Sealed inside and resigned to his fate.

EXT. BUS/INTERSECTION
SWAT MOVING like a well-oiled machine. Positions taken by STUN GRENADE MARKSMEN. Safeties are switched OFF, target sited...
When out of nowhere EDDIE STEPS UNDER THE POLICE TAPE AND INTO THE INTERSECTION. Walking towards the bus, hands over his head.
EDDIE
HOLD IT J DON'T SHOOT YET[
UTTER CONFUSION. COPS looking to OTHER COPS for instructions. RADIOS start CACKLING with CONFLICTING SHOUTS to STAND DOWN or GET HIM OUT OF THERE.
CHAOS slowly ERUPTS
The STAB being escorted to the Flower Shop trying to tell anyone who will listen that that's his suit! But ALL EYES are on Eddie.
NUGENT recognizing Eddie and racing to the line to get a SHOT.
Eddie walking towards the bus, hands still in the air, IGNORING THE PANDEMONIUM around him.
EDDIE (cont'd) Don't shoot! I forget something in there!
Ten yards away... Nugent PUSHING through the THRONGS, gun
out of his holster. Taking AIM Then JOSTLED by SWAT who
SWARM the intersection and try to get Eddie's attention.

INT. BUS - SAME TIME
Jack HEARING the COMMOTION and peering out to see what's happening. All he can see are CONFUSED SWAT TEAMS moving into the intersection and SCREAMING at someone...
Then BANGING on the bus DOORS. Jack looking over and seeing a NOTEBOOK slide between the rubber sealers.
The DOORS are PRIED OPEN and Eddie steps up into the bus.
EDDIE
Almost forgot. You never told me what you wanted on your cake.
JACK
Are you out of your mind! EDDIE
Well I wanted to send you something. You know, to thank you for all you did for me.
Jack is almost speechless.
JACK
You got away, you dumb shit! EDDIE
I never get away, Jack. You saw my sheet. At least doing what I always did. (beat)
I just want to do what I said I'd do. So I don't end up like I always have.
Jack staring at the kid. Eddie staring right back. About to say more.. .
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Windows imploding as gas canisters and stun grenades pierce the bus.
Both hitting the floor. Jack crawling to the drivers seat, starting the bus and hitting the accelerator.

EXT. BUS/INTERSECTION
The bus rolls forward. Rumbling straight through the barricades in front of it. SWAT TEAMS fire from every angle, BULLETS STRAFING THE ENTIRE BUS.
Bus picking up speed. Sparks and smoke coming from the wheel drums. The SOUND of metal grinding on cement is unearthly.
Confusion from, all Units as the bus begins to outrun them. Heading directly for Canal.

EXT. CANAL STREET
Massive cement barricades already set in place. Behind them an army of FIRE and EMS trucks. Behind them, a DOZEN SHARPSHOOTERS, assault rifles aimed and ready. This bus is going no further than here.

INT. BUS
Eddie holding on as the bus lists from side to side. Jack tearing off a piece of a newspaper to see. Gaining speed as Canal approaches. Both seeing the barricades for the first time.
JACK
Any words of wisdom now, smart guy?
EDDIE
Look for the signs.
Bullets spray the Inside of the bus. Ricochettincf everywhere. Jack looking through the shattered windows and smoke for something. Anything. Eyes catching a metal sign on the side of a building stating: ALL DELIVERIES THIS WAY. And arrow pointing down a service alley.
JACK
Hold on.
Eddie STARTS SINGING Wheels-On-The- Bus LOUDLY and falls into a seat as Jack swings the wheel hard left.

EXT. LAFAYETTE STREET
The right side of the bus lifting off the ground as it makes the turn at full speed. Straightens, landing hard, sparks shooting from all four rims.
Screaming towards the mouth of an alley as SWAT TEAMS scramble to keep up.

INT. BUS - THROUGH WINDSHIELD
The alley opening approaching fast... and looking way too small. Eddie humming louder now. Turning away a split second before...
EXT. LAFAYETTE STREET/ALLEY WAY
... the bus slams into the opening. Sides grinding against the brick walls, peeling open like a can opener. Mirrors, reflectors and door handles splintering.
Then stops. The bus wedged a third of the way in. Smoke billowing from underneath, the smell of burning metal intense.

ALLEY WAY
In milliseconds the bus is surrounded. From rooftops SWAT and HRT descend onto the bus' roof. In the front an EMS truck slams into the crumpled grill. From the rear an army of Tactics already leveling their weapons awaiting word.
The bus sitting there hissing. The sound of rustling newspaper flapping in blown out windows.
Sheehan racing up, RADIO cackling.
WAGNER (OS)
Breach it!
MORE stun grenades and tear gas are blasted through the shot out windows.

INT. BUS
SWAT TEAMS in masks crash through the back and side windows. A thick smoke hides everything except for the pin point lasers from SWAT rifles as they sweep the interior.
Ray Fitzpatrick taking the point and moving towards the front.
Smoke clearing as they get to the front... Ray ready to put down anything that moves... Then finds the buses doors open and wedged almost parallel to an alley delivery door. Which hangs open.

EXT. CENTRE STREET
BUSINESSES and SHOPS emptying as PEDESTRIANS head north towards Canal to see the commotion. Eyes on the AVIATION UNITS circling the block.
Jack and Eddie moving against the flow. The Courthouse right there three blocks straight ahead and nothing in their way. Eddie clutching his coat tight. Jack still reeling. Thinking if Eddie didn't come back... If he was on that bus alone...
Eddie's eyes seem different. Unfocused. His steps sluggish. His notebook slips from his coat as they cross the intersection at Franklin.
Jack looking back and spotting Eddie's notebook fluttering in the middle of Franklin. Looking up at the courthouse. Two blocks to go. Willing himself to ignore the book and keep going. Starting to walk faster...
JACK
Shit...
Jack turns and jogs the half a block for the book. Holding up traffic as he picks it up and starts back towards Eddie.
Holding up for Eddie to see. Then watching Eddie fall to the pavement for no apparent reason. Racing up and pulling him to his feet.
JACK (cont'd)
You okay?
EDDIE I think I got shot.
Jack now seeing the blood seeping from Eddie's neck. Grabbing him around the waist, pulling to his feet and towards the courthouse as Eddie hums.
JACK
Two more blocks.
Eddie nods again. Takes a few more steps... and stops humming.

INT. TIRE WAREHOUSE
A massive, warehouse filled with used tires waiting to be melted down. Eddie lays alone in darkness. Jack's shirt covers the wound but is now soaked in blood...
The massive warehouse door is rolled open and Jack quickly moves to Eddie's side. Presses on the shirt harder.
JACK
I got help on the way. Just hang in there. We're almost home.
Eddie barely nods. Eyes closing.
JACK (cont'd) C'mon. You gotta stay awake. Talk to me. Bus stop. Three people. Who you gonna save?
Eddie stares into nothingness. Eyes searching for something. Suddenly there's a hint of sparkle in them and Eddie smiles.
EDDIE
I know the answer. Jack. JACK
The friend. Loyalty.
Eddie shakes his head. Finding peace within himself he looks up at Jack.
EDDIE Port Authority.
Jack looks at Eddie, not understanding.
EDDIE (cont'd) Locker there with thirty-two thousand dollars in it. (beat)
Except they sweep the lockers out every 24 hours, (beat)
That's why I have to get there by noon.
Jack pulls the shirt away and sees the wound for the first time. An uneasy feeling fills him.
EDDIE (cont'd) Couple days ago this guy Maurice turns up at my place with a gun and a shoebox he took it from a dealer on Ocean Avenue. Needs a place to lay low. I tell him I'm on parole... but he's not asking.
Jack working more feverishly as Eddie's words flow out dreamlike.
EDDIE (cont'd) Then somebody deceased Maurice that next morning, (beat)
Inside that shoebox was thirty-two thousand, Jack. Exact amount to open my bakery. It was a sign, wasn't it?
JACK A big, bold one.
Jack pressing the shirt against Eddie's neck trying to slow the blood flow.
EDDIE
Stashed it in a locker at Port Authority yesterday. But when I come back to my room my P.O.'s standing there with Maurice's gun on my bed. (beat)
(MORE)
EDDIE (cont'd) I'm looking at fifteen years for having a weapon that's not mine. Until that DA happens to stop by my cell with the picture of that cop. (beat)
Which is how I met you. (beat)
See how it all makes sense? Jack nods. Then Eddie goes silent.
JACK
Hey. You're not going to die on me are you?
The words are hoarse.
EDDIE
I don't know. I never died before. Drifting off.
JACK
Eddie.
An effort to open his eyes.
JACK (cont'd) You were meant to have that bakery.
Eddie's mouth cracks the tiniest smile.
EDDIE
Did I hear something positive come out of that mouth of yours?
Jack leans in close,
JACK
You need to make it Eddie, For both of us.
Suddenly red and white lights swirl across the warehouse walls... Jack turning as an EMT Truck pulls into the warehouse. TWO Paramedics exit the vehicle, engine still running.
The woman is in her 40's and carries a weary, battered grace about her. Her name tag reads: DIANE. The DRIVER is younger and is following her lead.
Diane kneels over a shivering Eddie without looking at Jack. Views the wound without expression.

INT. EMT TRUCK
The back doors blowing open as Jack and the DRIVER load Eddie onto a secured gurney. Wall mounted Medic kit is popped open. A saline drip is prepared.
Diane cuts off Eddie's shirt and rolls him onto his side to find the exit wound.
Small, round burn marks made by cigarettes dot Eddie's torso. Years of them. Diane flicks Jack a glance to make sure he's seen them, then gets to work.
DIANE
I don't know if I can fix this here.
Takes Eddie's hand, has him hold a piece of gauze over the hole while she grabs a syringe.
Diane injects it into the wound and Eddie winces. Looking at her more closely.
EDDIE
You're the lady whose apartment we were in...
DIANE (to Jack) You went to my apartment?
JACK I needed my gun.
EDDIE It was very clean.
Diane staring at Jack.
EDDIE (cont'd) There's a hole in your Murphy bed. Other than that...
She tries to continue working, then stops. Eyes boring into Jack.
DIANE
I had Police grilling me for an hour at the hospital.
JACK
What'd you tell them? DIANE
That we've barely spoken in two years. That you were a self medicating, depressed individual. That you didn't care anymore. About anything or anyone, (beat)
I told them the truth.
Jack stares at the floor. Eddie very uncomfortable.
DIANE (cont'd) What'd you do this time, Jack?

EDDIE
Just saved my life three times. I'm an important witness to police corruption.
Diane looks to Jack for an explanation but gets none,
EDDIE (cont'd) He's a good man, lady. Give him another chance. He's gonna need somebody to talk to when I leave.
Jack and Diane stare at each other for several moments.
JACK
Eddie? Meet my sister, Diane EDDIE
Sister? Shit. For a second there I had hope for you. Even your family don't like you.
Diane begins stitching the wound. Eyes wandering to Jack.
EDDIE (cont'd) Haven't seen my sister in eleven years. Lives in Seattle, I'm supposed to get on a bus tonight to go see her.
Diane smiles at Eddie but refuses to look at Jack.
DIANE
The bullet missed his carotid. I did what I could with the mess in there. He moves around too much I can't promise it'll hold.
Ties it off and cuts. Dresses it. Slides over and takes Jack's hand. Undoing the wrap...
DIANE (cont'd) He really shouldn't be on his feet,
JACK A couple blocks.
Diane sighs when she sees the bullet hole.
JACK (cont'd) I'm going to need one more favor, Di.

EXT. WAREHOUSE ALLEY
Diane's EMT truck pulls out of the warehouse and slides onto Franklin.
INT. BACK OF EMT TRUCK
Jack and Eddie bouncing around on opposite sides. Weariness oozes from both of them.
EDDIE
And you never told me what you wanted on your cake.
JACK
Nothing in my life I want to see in icing.
EDDIE
Gotta be one thing. Pet, first car. Special day.
JACK
There are some people who don't deserve to have part of their life decorated on a cake. I'm one of them.
(beat)
I'm not a good guy, Eddie. EDDIE
I think you are. (beat)
But if you don't think so, then change. There's always a another chance. Third and fourth ones. I'm proof of that. Just have to be ready for them. Look for the signs. Don't quit.
Jack stares into space at something only he can see.
JACK
There are mistakes you make that you pay for, for the rest of your life. No reprieves. No second chances.
EDDIE
I don't believe that, (beat)
Sometimes we do the right thing for the wrong reason or the wrong thing for what we think is the right reason and it doesn't work out and we give up. But if you do the right thing for the right reason it always turns out good. Maybe not right away. But eventually...
JACK
Eventually is a bunch of--
EDDIE
Don't. Let me have this one, Jack. It's all I got left to hold on to.
Jack nods, understands. Long silence. Then the Truck starts to slow down.

EXT. FRANKLIN AND CHURCH - MORNING
Diane's truck rolling to a stop in front of two unmarked POLICE CARS blocking the street. Frank Nugent and Jimmy Mulvey leaning against hoods.
Nugent walking to her side of the truck as Mulvey covers the driver's side. Diane rolls down her window, eyes showing surprise but no fear.
NUGENT

Diane. Frank.

DIANE

NUGENT
A little out of your sector, aren't you?
DIANE
Saving lives knows no boundaries. You should know that Frank.
Nugent done being polite.
NUGENT
Step out of the vehicle and open the back for me.
DIANE
What for?
Nugent flings open the door and pulls her out of the truck. Mulvey pulling the Driver out and taking his keys. All four moving to the rear.

INT. BACK OF EMT TRUCK
Eddie unhooking the IV from his arm. Jack trying to hear outside.
EDDIE
Think we're here already? Maybe something happened.
JACK
I don't know. I told him to honk the horn if there was.
The SOUND of the KEY being inserted into the back doors.

EXT. EMT TRUCK
Mulvey turns the key as Frank trains his gun on the back. The SOUND of the bolts clicking open. Mulvey un-holstering his weapon and looking to Nugent who nods. Mulvey pulls the handle...

INT. EMT TRUCK
Jack holding his .38 at his side as both doors open...

EXT. EMT TRUCK
Mulvey flinging the doors wide open to reveal... Nothing. An empty truck. At the same time...

INT. EMT TRUCK
The doors to Jack's truck open to reveal CARL, veteran EMT driver standing outside his truck.
CARL
This as far as I can get ya. They got check points from here on in.

JACK AND EDDIE
Moving down Leonard Street. Top of the Courthouse peeking above the buildings. Not a cop in sight.
EDDIE Maybe they gave up.
Getting to the corner of Centre and Leonard. Peering out at the Courthouse...

JACK AND EDDIE'S POV - THE COURTHOUSE
The towering granite monolith with massive columns supporting the chiseled words... "Only The Just Man Enjoys Peace of Mind".
And beneath it.... a sea of blue. DOZENS of Uniforms man barricades that surround the Courthouse entrance. MEDIA VANS line the edges of Foley Park.

JACK AND EDDIE
Almost breathless from the sight. Jack checking his watch: 9:38

COURTHOUSE ROOF
Ray Fitzpatrick nestles himself between columns and sights his rifle on the plaza below. The RADIO next to him CACKLES.
NUGENT (OS) All set up there Ray?
FITZPATRICK
Set.
NUGENT (OS) You know the drill.
FITZPATRICK I see *em, I shoot xem.

INT. A VERY DARK AREA - SAME TIME
Nugent clipping the radio to his belt then taking out his Glock. Torres and Mulvey hover in the shadows nearby.
We can't tell where they are exactly. A blue emergency light above a fire box the only illumination.

INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING STRUCTURE
A massive steel columned structure sectioned off and consuming the square city block.
Jack and Eddie moving through a section containing City Vehicles and trucks. Just the SOUND of their footsteps and the hum of fluorescents.
JACK
Used to bring witnesses in this way to avoid the media. Called it Gotti Avenue. Hardly used anymore.
They walk towards a set of double doors a hundred yards away. The reason we can see them in this darkness... Is the blue emergency light to the left of them.
Walking in silence for a bit. 60 yards away from those shadows. Both too tired to talk.
Moving for the doors at the other end. Twenty five yards away. Jack stopping and checking his watch.
9:44
Reaching behind him for his handcuffs.
JACK (cont'd) I should bring you in right.
Eddie understands. Hold out his arms.
EDDIE
Think we'11 ever see each other after this?
JACK
Not in this lifetime. Think of us as two shits passing in the night.
Turning and heading right for the doors. Fifteen yards away. Moving under a section of giant steel beams...
JACK (cont'd) Hate this area. You have to watch out for all those pige--
Looking towards the rafters and seeing them empty... A chill going down his spine at that exact instant. Shoving Eddie out of the way as gun fire erupts from the shadows.
Jack falling behind a Street Sweeper, firing his .38 blindly. Firing two more shots and dashing to the other side to get Eddie, Finding him behind a snow plow.

INT. PARKING STRUCTURE
Nugent, Torres and Mulvey step out of the shadows spread out and advance with precision into the garage.

JACK AND EDDIE
Moving silently between vehicles, staying low. Jack using his gun to smash the fluorescents plunging the entire section into darkness...
Steering Eddie deeper into the cars. Towards the back wall but away from any way out...

NUGENT, MULVEY AND TORRES
Moving through the rows of cars and trucks parked end to end. No talk. No taunts. Just focused on killing and going home. Squeezing the target area smaller and smaller.
JACK AND EDDIE
Crawling between a row City Sedans all the same color and markings. HEARING the SOUNDS of their movement but unable to see them. Stopping. Jack easing open the back door to the car.

INT. CITY SEDAN
Jack shoves Eddie inside, removes the cuffs then cracks the window a bit,
JACK
Stay put. When I yell your name run for those double doors and don't stop till you get upstairs.
Quietly shuts the door. Eddie's heart pounding as Jack's FOOTSTEPS ECHO away. Neither on noticing the door not completely closed...

ON JACK
Staying low and moving away from Eddie. Seeing under the cars. Waiting. A glimmer of a polished shoe. BLAM!

PARKING STRUCTURE
Mulvey's ankle bone shatters as he goes down hard. Torres and Nugent turning towards the SOUND. Moving towards Jack from two directions.

JACK
Leading them farther and farther from Eddie.

TORRES
Standing still and silent in the shadows. Catches sight of Jack's figure moving into the row of SNOW PLOWS. Moving parallel and coming at Jack from his blind side.
Seeing Jack disappear behind one. Moving down on the other side of the Plow. Gun readied waiting for Jack to come around.
Never seeing the Plow door swing open. Hitting Torres hard on the shoulder, knocking him to the cement. Jack out and slamming his gun to Torres skull before he can turn.
NUGENT
Hearing Torres go down. Staring into the black of the parking structure. The first glint of uncertainty in his eyes. A SOUND of FOOTSTEPS running. Nugent turning to the SOUND.

JACK
Crouched behind two Vehicles, willing Nugent to stalk him.
JACK (to himself) Come on, . .

NUGENT
Staring into the shadows. Sensing Jack's position. Starts towards it. Then stops. Those spooky black eyes seeing like bat... Seeing the door of a parked sedan ajar two rows over.

INT. CITY SEDAN
Eddie laying frozen on the back floor. NUGENT
Moving down the aisle towards the Sedan. JACK
Trying to see where Nugent is but can't. NUGENT
Glock up. One car away. INT. CITY SEDAN
Eddie sensing something. A flicker of a SHADOW. Turning to look up just as...

INT. PARKING STRUCTURE
Jack up and opening fire on Eddie's sedan. Blowing out the windshield as Nugent dives away for cover.

INT. CITY SEDAN
Eddie shaking on the floor of the car as glass rains down on him. Too scared to wait for Jack. Kicks open the back door and does what Jack wants him to do... He runs.

PARKING STRUCTURE
Nugent up at the SOUND. Aiming the Glock as he watches Eddie stumble for the double doors. Nugent casually waiting... Eddie in his sights... About to squeeze one off and...
Freezing as the barrel of Jack's .3$ is jammed in his ear.
JACK
Not even a twitch.

EXT. 100 CENTRE STREET - MORNING
The Courthouse still CRAWLING with COPS.

EXT. SAINT FRANCIS CHURCH
A crumbling sanctuary across the street from the Courthouse.

INT. CHURCH
Back doors burst open. Jack and Eddie dragging Nugent inside and dropping him in an aisle between the pews. Jack ripping a tasseled cord from a faded velvet curtain and tying his hands behind him.
JACK
I'm a hundred yards away. That scare ya Frank?
NUGENT
You could be a hundred feet away. The two of ya will never get inside.
JACK
You have it half right. Checks his watch. 9:50
A SOUND and FATHER JERRY CONNELLY, 50, emerges from his office behind the alter. Unafraid and more than a little tough, even in his priestly get-up.
FATHER CONNELLY What's going on—
Stops when Jack steps out of the shadows.

FATHER CONNELLY (cont'd)
Mosley?
(smiling) Twenty years I've been trying to get you in here.
(beat)
Been on the news my friend. Not even sure God can help you now.
JACK
Then I guess I'm stuck with you. I only got a couple minutes.
Father Connelly looks down at the bloodied Frank Nugent
JACK (cont'd)
Bad guy. Then to Eddie.
JACK (cont'd)
Good guy.
(beat) Very good guy.
Father Connelly now looking into Jack's eyes.
JACK (cont'd) Trying to be a good guy. Just new at it.
He walks Father Connelly towards the Church doors.
JACK (cont'd) I'm asking you to trust me Jerry. What they're saying on the news is not what is. All I want to do is set that straight, let the chips fall where they may.
Father Connelly smiles.
FATHER CONNELLY In 40 years I've never known you to ask for anything.

EXT. CHURCH
Father Connelly calling over a UNIFORM then is suddenly being escorted towards the Courthouse steps.
INT. CHURCH
Jack walks to Eddie, wincing with every breath. Adjusting the gauze on Eddie's neck.
JACK
You hurry, you might make it. Eddie's confused.
EDDIE
But I have to testify. Jack squeezes out a wounded sigh.
JACK
No you don't. I used you Eddie. I risked your life because you were going to do what I couldn't, (beat)
One of the guys they were going to get when you testified? One of them's me Eddie. You were going to get me.
(beat)
Only now I'm going to get me. And him.
Eddie listening. Jack stares up at the ceiling.
JACK (cont'd) I was one of them. One of the team. And I was in that room when that old man died. I was on his couch when Frank stuck that gun in his mouth, (beat)
Mr. Ling. Remember his name Frank?
Nugent saying nothing. Jack's words coming harder now.
JACK (cont'd) I sat there as Frank told the old man that he didn't see what he saw. I watched Frank get more and more pissed because the guy wouldn't change his story. Not understanding why the police are asking him to lie. Frank screaming at him... Next thing I know Frank's got the barrel of his gun in the guy's mouth, hammer back.
The searing, painful images flying through Jack's head.
JACK (cont'd) I'm screaming at Frank to cool down when he... just fell.
Tears starting to show.
JACK (cont'd) That old man was doing the right thing. He was telling the truth. And he's dead because of it.
Jack staring into space.
JACK (cont'd) Walked out of there and never said a word. Not that day. Not the next. Not ever. Frank knew I wouldn't. Because he trained me to be just like him. Only he could forget it. And I couldn't.
Looks down at Nugent.
JACK (cont'd) I looked back and realized I was heading for that night for a long time. Making my own rules or following his. Until I was as broken and corrupt as him. (beat)
I didn't care after that night. About me or anything.
The last words echo through the church. For a while no one speaks.
EDDIE
But you stayed a cop. Jack looking up.
EDDIE (cont'd) I mean you didn't retire. Take a pension and disappear. Deep down you knew if you left, you'd never tell. And he'd win. (beat)
I wasn't meant to meet you. You were meant to meet me. This is where you're supposed to be.
Jack finally looks at Eddie but can find no words.
EDDIE (cont'd) This is your other chance Jack. You knew that back in that bar. Only now it's for the right reason.
CHURCH DOORS opening and Father Connelly coming in.
FATHER CONNELLY It's all set. You tell them Detective Nugent's whereabouts and you'll get your say. Deals off you get there a minute past ten.
JACK
Just saying good-bye.
FATHER CONNELLY I suggest leaving through my private quarters. It'll leave you out near Sixth Avenue. Far away from what's out there.
Jack smiles. Walks Eddie to a set of doors behind the alter.
JACK
Hope you make it.
EDDIE
I will. It's meant to be Jack, (beat)
I'll call you sometime. JACK
Don't. That way I won't know if
g
ou fucked up again. And I can elieve what I want.
In spite of the pain Eddie smiles. That same damn smile
he had when we first met him in that cell ninety-eight minutes ago.
EDDIE
Aw Jack. There you go being negative again.

Turns to go.

Hey.
Eddie stopping.

JACK

JACK (cont'd) What's the answer?
EDDIE
Give the keys to your best friend, let him drive the old lady to the hospital while you stay at the bus stop with the woman of my dreams, (beat)
Gotta figure if you were destined to find her, you'll be okay.
Jack smiles.
JACK
Damn. And Eddie's gone.

EXT. COURTHOUSE PLAZA
A COMMOTION taking place around the steps. Commissioner Keenan, DA WALTER HAGEN, Swat Commander Sheehan as well as ADA MacDonald and his staff. Heated discussions exploding into SHOUTING.
The large clock showing:
9:56

INT. CHURCH
Jack standing with Father Connelly, taking a deep breath and looking back at Frank Nugent.
NUGENT
You're going ruin the lives of six great cops so you can feel good.
JACK
I'll never feel good. And that's what I'll have to live with.
NUGENT Then what for?
JACK
Because there's gotta be a line.

EXT. ST. FRANCIS CHURCH - MORNING
ROWS and ROWS of New York City POLICEMEN stand waiting. AVIATION UNITS hover in overhead, K-9 and Emergency Services line the block.
And outside of that, yellow police tape cordons off SPECTATORS who line the sidewalk six deep.
Slowly the church doors open. Father Connelly emerges first. Jack right behind him.

JACK'S POV
The sea of blue UNIFORMS forming a gauntlet all the way to the courthouse. Across the street on the massive granite steps, everybody waits.

EXT. COURTHOUSE PLAZA
Every eye trained on the two as they start for the courthouse. The sea of blue UNIFORMS begin to part as they reach Centre Street and start across.
EXT. COURTHOUSE ROOF
Ray Fitzpatrick cradles his Maunz 308 Assault rifle and stares through the Hauser scope waiting for Jack to step into view...

COURTHOUSE PLAZA
Jack feeling the stares from every blue Uniform as he closes in on the Courthouse. Staring up at the flocks of pigeons and without knowing it.... he begins to hunt.
FATHER CONNELLY Oh. Part of the deal is when you're able you have to attend my mass on a regular basis.
JACK
That's blackmail. Deal's off.
FATHER CONNELLY Then may perpetual light shine on your hairy ass.
Jack smiling now. Almost over.

COURTHOUSE ROOF
Ray Fitzpatrick zeroing in... crosshairs finding Jack. Finger ready to squeeze... Movement of Father Connelly causing uncertainty... Blocking a clean shot.
And suddenly he's clear. Crosshairs between Jack's eyes. В LAM!

COURTHOUSE PLAZA
Jack still humming when the PIGEON EXPLODES just in front of him. Everyone hitting the ground as OFFICERS and SWAT look up at where the shot came from. Sheehan SCREAMING OVER HIS RADIO.
Ray Fitzpatrick stunned as OTHER SWAT TEAM MEMBERS race to his spot and grab his weapon.
Jack crumpling to the ground. All feeling leaving his body. Blurred faces going white... SOUNDS far away and muffled. Eyes staring into white light, feeling nothing anymore. No pain, no fear. Just peace.
Then a gust of wind is sucked into his lungs. Faces slowly drift back into focus. Father Connelly saying something but Jack can't hear him.
FATHER CONNELLY (OS)
Jack?
Father Connelly kneeling down... Jack opening his eyes now. Slowly being helped to his feet. A CRISP UNIFORM helping Father Connelly.
Jack looking down at what's left of the pigeon and wincing.. Only now understanding. The bullet deflected into his left shoulder by a flying rat.
Father Connelly and the Crisp Uniform lead Jack towards the Courthouse steps. Jack staggering up the final steps alone and finding himself before DA HAGEN and ADA MacDonald and Commissioner Wagner.
WAGNER
Where's Detective Nugent. JACK
Church.
DA HAGEN Where's my witness. Where's Mr. Bunker.
Jack slowly looks at all three men. Up at the clock. 9:57.
JACK
Mr. Bunker's no longer with us.
Hagen's face goes red.
JACK (cont'd) I'll be taking his place.
(off their looks) I have information pertaining to the witness tampering investigation dating back four years. Names, cases and dates. Including charges of extortion and manslaughter.
Stunned silence. The magnitude starting to be understood by all.
ADA MACDONALD What do you want Mosley? What are you looking for?
JACK
Expunge Bunker's record. Wipe it clean. Like he never existed.
ADA MACDONALD Done. What else?
JACK
Just some peace. You got any left in there?
And on those words Jack's led inside and the large doors of 100 Centre Street close.

EXT. ALLENWOOD CORRECTIONAL FACILITY - LATE AFTERNOON
White concrete buildings in the middle of nowhere surrounded by acres of chain link fences and razor wire.
The Visitors Yard is full of FAMILIES and INMATES. The HORN SOUNDS ending visiting time. We spot Jack walking towards the gate with Diane. He looks healed and healthy, having dropped a few pounds. She holds his hands and looks at him with a mixture of worry and pride,
JACK You love him?
DIANE
I do. He makes me happy. Jack.
JACK
Then I'm happy. They get to the gate.
DIANE
We both decided the wedding can wait till you get out.
JACK
You're not worried he might change his mind in the next nine months?
Diane smiles and hugs him.
DIANE See you next month.

INT. ALLENWOOD CORRECTIONAL FACILITY
Dorm like rooms with steel and glass doors that line both sides of a wide hallway. All of them open now...

INT. JACK'S CELL
10x10 with a desk, cot and sink. A small window with bars sits above the sink. Jack tossing bird seed to some pigeons perched on the ledge outside.
The SOUND of mail being tossed inside his room. Several magazines, two letters and a small UPS box. Jack taking the box and looking at it. Cuts it open and takes out...
А cake.
Decorated like a monopoly board. Only instead of Park Place and Broadway the squares are Baxter Street, Lafayette, the 5th Precinct, St. Francis Church and 100 Centre Street. Sixteen blocks worth of wonderfully decorated and colorful squares.
Jack not sure if he's going to laugh or cry. Sliding his finger across the bottom and tasting the icing.
JACK
Son of a bitch...
Taking it and walking out into the hall.
JACK (cont'd) Bernie. Ted. You guys got to try this.
Not noticing the picture fall from the box onto the floor. But we do. It's Eddie. Standing in front of a small storefront with hand painted letters on the window. Wearing a Chef s hat.
And that smile.
FADE TO BLACK

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