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4x17 The Radio Job

[United States Patent Office, Exterior]

(sirens blare, a helicopter flies overhead, and police surround the building in many, many vehicles, including a swat team)


[Walkway]

(inside the building, Nate watches the cops converge on the building through a window)


[Latimer Diversified]

(12 hours earlier)

Nate (on phone): Sophie, I know youíre waiting alone in a restaurant, ducking my call, but -- and Iíll make it up to you. But the thing is -- something hó (hangs up phone and walks across the lobby to the Latimer) Latimer.

(Latimer turns. The men heís talking to walk away as Nate approaches)

Nate: What are you, too rich to wait until morning to talk to me?

Latimer: I wouldnít have called if it wasnít urgent.

Nate: If this is about that job you asked me to do, I think I told you what you could do with it.

Latimer: Well, sadly, it is. You see, when I couldnít convince you to procure the item for me, I moved on to the next man on the list. (shows Nate the inside of a file folder)

Nate: I donít see how thatís my problem.

Latimer: His entry plan was flawless. Got in without a hitch on Friday, but that was the last I heard from him. Somethingís wrong.

Nate: He doesnít like the price, okay? So heís gonna sit on the item until you double it. Thatís what he does.

Latimer: Well, I know he didnít leave the building. When it reopens Monday, heíll be arrested and die in prison. (walks away and begins climbing stairs)

Nate: Like I said, not my problem.

(Nate walks across the lobby and Latimer turns to watch him go)


[Leverage HQ]

(Sophie enters as Nate comes down the stairs)

Sophie: Ah! Do you know how long it took me to get that reservation, huh? Weíve been on that list for ages. This is a new low, even for you. Look, we both know youíre cold, youíre distant, youíre emotionally unavailable, but youíre always punctual.

Nate: Like I said, Iím sorry. (picks up suitcase and walks toward the door)

Sophie: What?! Oh, no, Nate. Where are we going this time of night?

Nate: ďWeíreĒ not going anywhere -- I am. Itís personal. (leaves)

(Later, Hardison has information pulled up on the monitors)

Hardison: Iíll tell you where heís going. Heís headed to the United States Patent Office in Alexandria, Virginia. Nate even cleared out his browser so we wouldnít know. Itís adorable.

Parker: Heís looking at security schematics. Heíd only do that for a heist.

Hardison: Even crazier, I traced the files from where they came from Ė (shows map on monitors) from a subsidiary of Mr. Latimerís.

Eliot: What does Latimer want at the patent office?

Hardison: Uh, what doesnít he want? A cure for the common cold, warp drive, a water engine. People, everybody knows the government is sitting on futuristic technology at the patent office.

Parker: They are?

Hardison: Oh, damn straight, girl. Under the invention secrecy act of 1951, the US government has sealed away over 5,000 patents that they say is a threat to national security. Itís all just sitting right there chilliní, locked away in a super-secret vault.

Parker: Is there a time machine?

Eliot: There is. Yeah. Yeah, not so much a machine as probably a portal, though. You donít really sit down as much as --

Parker: Iím gonna go get that portal, and I will go --

Sophie: Okay, okay, Guys! Letís just put a pin in what Latimerís after and-and focus on the heist. Hardison, whatís the security profile?

Hardison: Itís all been upgraded to require no on-site guards. Itís all automated. See, the, uh, elevator Hardison: and the stairs, theyíre ringed with motion sensors, while the rest of the building is CCTV cameras that are linked to a central computer. Now, instead of paying a guard to sit there 24/7, the computer watches footage by running an image analysis. Anything out of the ordinary triggers the alarm. The trick is to get into the computer room by fooling the server with looped video.

Eliot: Can Nate do this by himself?

Parker: No. Two-man job, minimum. (walks over to monitors) To get to the computer room without triggering the motion sensors, weíre gonna have to go up through that skylight and then drop someone down from the top floor.

Eliot: All right, well, then hereís the deal. See this glass thing right here? Youíre gonna go up on this side of the building, use that to go across to the next one.

Sophie: Fine. Off to the U.S. patent office, then. Letís go steal a Ė

Parker: Letís go steal a time machine.

Eliot: No, you donít steal Ė

Parker: Iím gonna steal the time machine.

Eliot: Messing with this damn time machine, man!

Hardison: Thatís just on TV. Thereís no real time machine, is what Iím trying to say.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

(Nate is standing in a park across the street studying the building through a camera lens, taking pictures)

Nate: I told Sophie this was personal.

(Eliot and Hardison appear behind Nate)

Eliot: This has to do with Latimer. He knows about all of us, so it makes it our problem, as well.

Hardison: Even if it wasnít, we either have each otherís backs or we donít.

Eliot: Why are you pulling a heist for Latimer?

Nate: Iím not. Iíll explain everything later. Right now, I have to get inside that building.

Hardison: Whatís your plan?

Nate: Well, Iím gonna pull the fire alarm, then go in as my arson-investigator alias.

Eliot: Frank Petrino? The arson investigator with the limp?

Nate: I didnít say it was a great plan. (walks away)


[Adjacent Building]

(Parker, Eliot and Hardison run across the roof, carrying bags. Parker opens a roof hatch and heads down, followed by the other two. They head down a stairway to a bend in the stair and look over the edge. Itís a long way down)

Hardison: This is the plan?

Parker: Uh-huh.

Eliot: Mnh-mnh. (heads back up the stairs)

Parker: Get baó

Eliot: Hey, hey. Eliot: Get back down here!

Parker: Go get him.

Eliot: Damn it, Hardison!

(A few minutes later, Hardison is strapped into a climbing rig and attached to a rope with Parker checking his harness)

Hardison: Why yíall always pushing me off of stuff? Donít I get a say? I vote no!

Parker: We donít have a lot of room for error.

Eliot: You can do it if you stop squirming, man. Just stand still.

Hardison: Hey, hey, hey. Whereís Nate, okay? Frank Petrino, arson investigator, was a rock-solid alias.

Parker (to Eliot): It might be easier if heís asleep.

Eliot (to Parker): Want me to put him to sleep?

Hardison: Hey! Iím standing right here, okay? Itís not my fault yíall canít spoof a CCTV.

Parker: Relax! (grabs his shoulders) Weíre gonna lower you really slowly, but if you bump into anything, the walls, the windows, anything, you will set off the alarms.

Hardison: Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it. Itís like the game ďOperation,Ē except Iím the tweezers. Look... Whatever you do, do not drop me. Come on. Iím tired -- Iíve had it. Being pushed off of damn buildings and stuff and windows.

(Eliot and Parker push Hardison off the ledge)

Hardison: Wh-o-o-oa! (comes to a stop inches from the floor) Really? Itís not funny. Itís not funny. I see you laughing. I see you laughing. Iím a person... Human being! I got feelings, and I donít feel none of this. Iím tired of being pushed off of stuff. We all having a serious conversation when this is over with. (takes a step forward) This is... s-squishy. Oh, peed my pants. All right.


[Server Room]

Hardison: This is the entire security system? Budget cuts were the best thing to happen to thieves. (puts computer down and hacks into the system) Okay, guys, I got good news and bad news. The good news is -- the video cameras canít see us. The bad news is -- this cheap video system only has a two-hour buffer, so thatís all the time we got.

Nate: Get Parker up here. Thereís a 2 1/2 inchó


[Hallway]

(Nate and Eliot are walking down a hallway)

Nate: --steel door with a triple military lock that is... open. (to Eliot) Wait here, wait here.

Eliot: Absolutely not. Not until you give me some answers.

Nate: No, listen, Iíll explain everything later. Itís better if I go in alone.

Eliot: Iíll start my sweep.


[Patent Archive]

(Nate walks through the room, his movements turning on the lights. He walks toward one end where a man is hunched over a table, surrounded by boxes, listening to the radio)

Nate: Hello, dad.

Jimmy (referring to radio): Do you believe this guy? Blames all our problems on immigrants. (turns off radio)

Nate: Listen, Jack Latimer called me. He said that he hired you to do a job and that you got stuck.

Jimmy: Stuck? Do I look stuck.

Nate: Well, I mean, you look like youíre, uh, searching for a needle in a haystack.

Jimmy: What do you care? Last time I saw you, you were shipping me over to the old country, price on my head.


[Flashback]

Nate: See that boat behind you?

Jimmy: Youíre running me out of town? My own son?

Nate: Cheap passage booked under ďJimmy Logue.Ē Youíll be in Galway in two weeks.

Jimmy: Logue. Your motherís maiden name. How sweet of you. Iím proud of you, son.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Dad, listen, th-this isnít about you, okay? Latimer is just using you to get to me and my crew. Thatís whatís going on. So we got to get out of this building, stop all this before they reset the alarm. Come on.

Jimmy: Hey, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh. Iím gonna get paid 2 million bucks for carrying a patent application out of this building, and thatís exactly what Iím gonna do.

(Jimmy takes gun from pocket and sets it on the table. A few minutes later the crew stands together, talking)

Sophie: Him? You came here to rescue him?

Parker: You said never again. I remember.

Hardison: Although he does provide a window into your distant and withholding management style. Iím just saying.

Nate: Look, look, guys, you know, I didnít ask you to come down here, all right? You know, frankly, I donít know what Iím doing here in this place, but heís my dad. I mean, I -- heís my problem.

(Hardison and Eliot move away as the others begin walking through the stacks of files)

Parker: Whatís this patent application for?

Nate: Latimer didnít tell him. All my dad knows is the name and address of the inventor and the date it was sent in 20 years ago.

Sophie: Oh, great. There must be at least 100,000 dead applications here.

Parker: 422,722... to be exact.

Nate: Finding that application is the key to figuring out what Latimer is really up to.

Parker: I thought Latimer makes money on the companies we take down.

Nate: Well, I mean, thereís got to be more to this than just Latimerís insider trading. Thatís why we have to find this application.

Sophie: Oh. Weíre gonna have to narrow the search.

Nate: You think? Whereíd Hardison go?

Parker: Heís searching for the governmentís top-secret invention vault. (whispers) Where they keep the time machine.

Nate (to Sophie): Uh, go find him.

(Sophie walks away but Nate stops Parker from following her)

Nate: No, no, not you, not you. No, I want you to stay with me avd, uh, help my dad.

(Parker rolls her eyes and goes over to join Jimmy)

Nate: Okay, Eliot, what do you got on your sweep?

Eliot: Clear so far.


[Equipment Room]

Eliot: But, I mean, letís be honest -- government building on a Sunday? Itís not like theyíre gonna have a bunch of people running around Ė

(several men walk out from behind a corner)

Thug 1: There he is. Get him!

(Thug 1 swings at Eliot, who blocks. Eliot hits Thug 1 and he goes down, then hits Thug 2, who goes down. Eliot picks up a roll of duct tape from a work bench, blocks a punch from Thug 2 and hits him in the face. Eliot pulls a length of tape out and wraps Thug 2ís wrist in it, then catches the other wrist, then tapes Thug 2ís arms close to his head before punching him one last time)

Eliot: Nate, we got company.

(Eliot turns and nearly walks into Thug 3ís fist. Eliot tries to hit Thug 3, who blocks and swings, hitting Eliot in the face several times, knocking him back, then throws him into a piece of equipment. Eliot turns around, wiping his face)

Eliot: I get it. These guys work on hourly -- you work on commission, huh?

(Thug 3 swings but Eliot hits him and he goes down before quickly getting to his feet)

Eliot: Hang on. I want to tell you something. If you wouldnít have been so selfish, you could have had another pro here just like yourself, and Iíd be fighting two guys instead of just you. This may have turned out differently for you. Iím just saying.

Thug 3: Aaah!

(Thug 3 swings again and misses, Eliot blocks and hits him several times, knocking him back to the ground)

Eliot: You got to learn to share. Where do they get these guys?


[Patent Office Warehouse]

Sophie: Hardison! Where are you?!

(Hardison is down one of the aisles, looking at several inventions)

Hardison: Hello, and welcome to the island of misfit inventions.

Sophie (picks up a belly): What is this place?

Hardison: Well, see, inventors, theyíre only supposed to send in plans, but some of them send in prototypes, and they all end up here.

Sophie: What on earth is this?

Hardison: Oh, thatís a Mr. Sympathy. Itís a fake pregnant belly for expectant fathers so they can feel what their wives are feeling. Look, put your hand right here.

Sophie: No, I donít want to.

Hardison: Itís all right. Donít be scared.

Sophie: Ugh, thatís gross.

Hardison: Thatís a heartbeat, little baby heartbeat. And over here...

Sophie: Ew.

Hardison: It kicks. Huh? Isnít that cool?

Sophie: That is weird. Oh... (drops the belly)

Hardison: Here, home meat smoker, very useful. Over here, we got Christmas IED lights. Thereís just a little defect. They get too hot, they explode. Um, over here is the air machine. And then thereís this. I guess people got too attached to that robot vacuum, so somebody just stuck a little butler doll on top.

Sophie: Youíre actually enjoying this.

Hardison: Yeah. Look, these inventors just started with a workbench and a dream, and I, for one, salute them.

Sophie: Okay, (grabs his arm) Iím happy for you that you found your kindred spirits, but come on, weíve got more pressing problems. (pulls him away) Come on. Come on!

Hardison: But the -- the smoker. I want some meats.


[Equipment Room]

(Eliot examines the Thugs radio. The Thugs are hanging duct taped to a piece of pipe nearby. Eliot pulls a gun from Thug 2ís pocket)

Eliot: You kidding me?

Nate: Eliot, whatíd you get from the goons?

Eliot: Theyíre local hires. Orders were to follow the old man in, then take whatever paperwork he had on him. They saw us go in. They followed us.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Latimer must have wanted backup in case I let my dad hang.

Eliot: That doesnít add up.

Nate: What do you mean?


[Equipment Room]

Eliot: Latimerís got his own private security, right? These guys are ex-cons. Why would he hireó


[Patent Archive]

Eliot: three felons to take something from a 70-year-old man?

Nate: Good point. Keep your eyes open.


[Equipment Room]

(Eliot pushes his way past the Thugs and walks away)


[Patent Archive]

(Nate paces, keeping an eye on Jimmy, who continues to look through files)


[Flashback]

Jimmy: Without giving you any particulars, I plan to make a small fortune out of this, Nathan.

Nate: All right, so... This -- this -- this big last score, and then the great Jimmy Ford, what, goes to Ireland to retire? Thatís quite a picture. You ever wish ma was joining you?

Jimmy: She didnít really understand me, Nathan. But she loved me. Thatís more important.


[Archivistís Office]

Hardison: All patent applications are filed electronically now. If this thing came here today, weíd be halfway back to Boston already.

Sophie: Yeah, but because it was filed 20 years ago, itís buried somewhere in that archive room.

Hardison: Bingo. Lucky for us, they start scanning everything in this room. Poor bastard stuck with that job works here (sits at computer) Nelson M. Bartholomey, chief patent archivist.


[Bartholomeyís Home]

(Bartholomey is eating breakfast when the phone rings. He scrambles to answer it)

Bartholomey: Hello?


[Archivistís Office]

Hardison: Nelson M. Bartholomey, this is Ed Lowe from the Department Of Defense office of the Inspector General.


[Bartholomeyís Home]

Hardison: Where in the hell are you?


[Archivistís Office]

Hardison: (to Sophie) Ed Lowe -- heís the inventor of kitty litter.


[Bartholomeyís Home]

Bartholomey: Iím sorry. I donít understand.

Hardison: Well, let me speak more slowly.


[Archivistís Office]

Hardison: Iím standing in your office right now with other members of the invention suppression team.


[Bartholomeyís Home]

Hardison: Where in the name of all thatís holy are you?

Bartholomey: I-I didnít know. Nobody told me.


[Archivistís Office]

Hardison: There was a patent application found in the archives that was flagged as top secret.

Sophie (leans close to phone): Do you want a nuclear trigger to fall intoó


[Bartholomeyís Home]

Sophie: --the hands of the enemy? Do you?!

Bartholomey: I could be there in half an hour.


[Archivistís Office]

Hardison: No, no, no, no. No, I was just in the archive room. Itís a giant mess.


[Bartholomeyís Home]

Bartholomey But, sir, the applications are archived according to department protocol.


[Archivistís Office]

Hardison: Really? Are they? Really? Well -- well -- well -- whatís the protocol?


[Bartholomeyís Home]

Hardison: Go ahead. Tell me. What is the protocol? Tell me right now. Tell me.


[Patent Archive]

(Parker picks the lock on a filing cabinet)

Nate: Okay, according to our friend Bartholomey, the application should be somewhere in this section.

Parker: That narrows it down to a few hundred.

Nate: Yeah, all right, well, just get all of them. Weíll, uh, weíll look at them back in Boston.

Eliot: Nate, look out the window.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

(sirens blare, a helicopter flies overhead, and police surround the building in many, many vehicles, including a swat team)


[Walkway]

Eliot (looking out window): Goons must have set off the motion sensors when they came in.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

(police dispatch from vehicles, aiming guns at the building)


[Patent Archive]

Eliot: I just checked. Theyíre on every exit.

Nate (looking out window): Can they get in through the glass walkway?

Parker: Hardisonís got it on lock-down -- for now. What do we do?

Nate: Okay, we need a clean phone and my dadís gun.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell (gets out of vehicle): Everyone is on standby! No one moves in until I say so. Get me the commanding officer of the local PD on the scene.


[Walkway]

(Eliot opens a window and throws and envelope with a ringing phone outside)


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell: All right, go grab it.

(one of the officers goes and gets the envelope, then returns it to Powell)

Officer: Sir.

Powell (rips open envelope and answers phone): Hello.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Whatís your name?


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell: FBI special agent Dennis Powell.


[Patent Archive]

Powell: Who is this?

Nate: Just call me a...


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Nate (distorted voice): Honest American looking for justice.

Powell: Well, why donít you come on out here and weíll talk about that?

Nate: Oh, no, Iím done talking...


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Ö to uncle Scam.


[Walkway]

(Eliot takes a deep breath, then fires Jimmyís gun out the window)


[Patent Office, Exterior]

(police scramble for cover)

Nate: I have a gun, and I have hostages.

Powell: Okay. What do you want?

Nate: I have three demands. I want you to clear all law-enforcement personnel thatís on the premises.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: If I see a mom with a stroller and an earwig, I will start shooting. Number two...


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Nate: Iíd like you to transfer $10 million into a bank in the Caymans. Iíll text you the details. Number three...


[Patent Archive]

Nate: I want a fully fueled helicopter to land on this building. You have one hour to comply with these demands...


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Nate: Or the next thing that you will see happen is a hostage will drop from the window.

Powell: Wait. Iíll give you everything you want, but you have to do something for me first.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: And what is that?


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell: Send out one hostage.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Iíll think about it. (hangs up phone) All right, Sophie, I need you to gather some intel from the outside.

Sophie: And I could use some fresh air. Weíre on it.


[Patent Office Warehouse]

Sophie: The first thing theyíre gonna do is check my info against the staff list. Youíre gonna have to make me a US patent office ID.

Hardison (using a small sandwich grill to make ID): See, the trick is to keep the temperature low enough without melting it. There you go. Iíll back up your alias online.

Sophie: Mm. You think thatís gonna be enough to sell me as a hostage?

Hardison: Well, if you really want to sell it... (looks to one side) Oh, yeah.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

(Sophie walks out of the office wearing the Mr. Sympathy Belly and holding her stomach)

Officer: We have a hostage coming out. Stand down, stand down. We got somebody coming out.

Sophie: Donít shoot. (makes her way across sidewalkd)

Powell: Get in there!

Officer: Go, go, go!

Officer 2: We got you, miss.

Sophie: Thank you.

Officer 2: Itís all right. Watch your step. Youíre okay now.

Sophie: Thank you, sir.

Officer 2: Itís okay.

Sophie: Iím fine.

Officer 2: One hostage out.

Sophie: Thank you.

Powell (helping Sophie across parking lot): Are you all right... (looks at her ID badge) Ms. Dellacave?

Sophie: Yes. Can I get some water, please?

Powell: Yeah, sure. (motions to nearby officer)

Officer 3: Yes, sir?

Powell: Get me a bottle of water. (quietly as Sophie walks away) Josephina Dellacave -- check her name against the staff list. Go.

(Sophie is leaning on the back of an ambulance as Powell walks up and helps her sit down)

Sophie: Oh, thanks.

Powell: Do you need a doctor?

Sophie: No, I just -- Iíll just sit down. Ooh! There he goes, kicking again. Here, feel that. (puts his hand on her stomach)

Powell: Yeah, he sure is.

(Officer 3 hands a bottle of water to Powell, who hands it to Sophie)

Powell: Here. Tell me what happened.

Sophie: Well...I was just finishing up work on Friday, and this -- this man burst in, and he -- he took me into the archive room at gunpoint.

Powell: How many hostages are there?

Sophie: Two, three, maybe. I-I donít know. He kept us separate.

Powell: Has anybody been hurt?

Sophie: I donít think so. Uh, he kept repeating these numbers over and over. It was -- it was -- it was 120, uh, uh, 215, uh, 322, 416.

Powell: It sounds like a nutcase. (to Officer 3) We need a profiler. (Officer 3 moves away) Youíre safe now, okay? Hang on.


[Patent Archive]

(Nate and Parker look over a map of the building using nuts to represent police at the exits)

Nate: All right, so, Sophie says the FBI has 20 men on the north side, 15 on the South, 22 on the east, and 16 on the west.

Parker: She can see all that?

Nate: Well, you know, you steal paintings for a living, you learn how to count security.

Jimmy: Hey, these amount of nuts youíre playing with here...

Parker: So our best way out is the South.

Nate: Yeah. What we need them to do is, we need them to deploy men from the south and east entrances.

Parker: All right, so whatís the plan?

Nate: All right, so we are gonna stay here, continue to look for the file. I need you to help Hardison draw cops away from the South entrance.

(Parker moves away)

Hardison (on comm): How am I supposed to do that?

Nate: Well, how youíre gonna do it is, we are going to run a radio play.


[Patent Office Warehouse]

Hardison: A radio play with the stuff I find in here? Iíd have a better chance of finding warp drive.


[Patent Archive]

Jimmy: You cooking up one of your fool-proof escape plans? I donít need you to help. (stands up)

Nate: Yeah, right, okay. Yeah, you know, maybe I should have sent the Donnelly boys instead.

Jimmy: Uh, the Donnellys are only after me because of you.

Nate: Yeah, thatís why I sent you to Ireland.

Jimmy: What the hell was I supposed to do over there? Sit on a barstool and tell stories?

Nate: Well...

Jimmy: Hey, Iím Jimmy Ford, damn it!

Nate: Yeah, youíre Jimmy Ford, yeah!

Jimmy: Iím someone they tell stories about.

Nate: Oh, great. Oh, the great Jimmy Ford. He comes back to add to his legend, huh?

Jimmy: Youíre damn right! Oh. I get that $2 million, Iím a free man.

Nate: Listen, listen, old man, let me tell you something. I got news for you, there never was $2 million. You werenít gonna get $2 million.

Jimmy: Oh Ė

Nate: The minute you walked out of this building those goons, they were gonna roll you like a drunk!

Jimmy: You donít know what Iím capable of!

Nate: Yes, I do! I know everything about you! I know about your rage, your blind rage!

Jimmy: I did this job for you, damn it!

(Nate stares at Jimmy in shock)

Jimmy: Latimer was gonna kill you if I didnít. Said he would kill you. Ah...

Nate (softly): I donít need you. I-I donít need you to help -- help me with Latimer.

Jimmy: Hey, I donít care whether you need me or not. Youíre my son. This is what I have to do.


[Equipment Room]

(Thug 3 stirs and wakes, looks around, then begins to rub the tape on his hands against a bracket to get free)


[Patent Archive]

(Nate stands at a window looking out)

Sophie: Nate.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Sophie: I keep hearing the words ďacceptable losses.Ē I think theyíre about to go in. What do you want me to do?


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Okay, uh, so, uh, Sophie, we need a turf war. Tell them this.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Sophie: Special agent Powell.

Powell: Yes?

Sophie: Um, I just remembered something. I-I think that those numbers he kept repeating over and over, I-I think it has something to do with the Koran.

Powell: Why?

Sophie: Because he kept talking about ďji-had.Ē

Powell: Jihad?! Forget the profiler. We need homeland security!

(Sophie smirks behing Powell. A few minutes later Homeland Security arrives)

Delacourt: Special agent Powell. Elaine Delacourt, DHS. Whereís the terrorist?

Powell: We believe heís in the archive room on the West Side of the building.

Delacourt: How many hostages?

Powell: We donít know. Heís kept them separated.

Delacourt: Hmm. Whereíd you get your intel?

Powell: Released a hostage, pregnant woman. Weíve got her statement.

Delacourt: Iíll need to read that. And tell your people to report to me. This is a homeland security operation now. (turns to go)

Powell: But --

Delacourt (pauses): Iím sorry. Was I unclear?

Powell: No.


[Patent Office Warehouse]

Hardison (going through items on a shelf): ďRun a radio play.Ē A radio play takes a week to set up.

Parker (riding something down the aisle behind him): Incoming!

Hardison: Hey! Trying to make a radio play using... whatever.

Parker (backs the item behind him): Whoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo!

Hardison: Woman!

Parker: What? (rides the item back down the aisle) Iím trying to help you?

Hardison: You know what? Then you want to help? Get me something that I can actually use...

Parker (holds up a Mr. Butler): Oh, hello. Iím Mr. Butler. You like a sandwich?

Hardison: Yes. Thank you.


[Server Room]

(Eliot runs through the equipment, then pauses when he sees something on a monitor)

Eliot: Nate. Remember I told you the goons set off the motion sensors? I was wrong. These things are quiet.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: All right, well, then who sent the cops?


[Server Room]

Eliot: Think about this. Why would Latimer threaten to kill you if your dad didnít do this job? Heís a millionaire. He could have anybody he wants do this.


[Patent Archive]

Eliot: He needed your dad here for bait for you. Cops and goons, thatís all escalating pressure.


[Server Room]

Eliot: Somebodyís messing with your game, Nate. Latimer, he might be the front guy, but this ainít his style.


[Patent Archive]

(Nate continues to look out the window, thinking)


[Patent Office, Exterior]

(Delacourt looks at a file, then at Sophie before turning to her men and moving away)

Delacourt: Whereís Powell?

Sophie: Nate, trouble. Homeland Security doesnít buy my story.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: All right, Sophie, get out of there fast, any way you can.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Paramedic (listening to the Belly): Okay, well, heartbeat sounds... normal. Absolutely, perfectly, almost mechanically normal. Youíre gonna be fine. (turns away)

(Sophie spills water between her legs)

Paramedic: Ah! Okay, uh, Bill! We got to get going. We got to get her to the hospital. Her water just broke. All right? Grab her hand. (helps Sophie into the ambulance)

Delacourt (to Powell): Thereís something messed up here, and I donít like it.

Powell: Look, sheís not a suspect. She was in Ė

(Ambulance doors close)

Delacourt: I donít care. I want Ė

(Ambulance drives away)

Powell: Sheís gone.

Delacourt: But --

Powell: Was I unclear? (walks away)


[Equipment Room]

(Thug 3 manages to sever the ropes on his wrists, then proceeds to free the other men)


[Office]

(Hardison and parker move into a room and begin setting up Christmas Lights on mop handles. Parker pushes a heater into the room and sets it up in front of the window. They place Mr. Butler on a wheeled remote controlled base)


[Hallway]

(Eliot walks down the hallway looking at a radio)

Eliot: You sure you want me to do this, Nate?

Nate: Yes. I need you to buy us more time.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Trust me, Agent Powellís primed for it.

Eliot: Copy that.

Jimmy: Oh, same old Nathan. Always making things more complicated than it is.

Nate: Well, I mean, complicated world now, you know? Your old smash-and-grab tricks donít work anymore.

Jimmy: Yeah, maybe they donít. I thought I had one more job left in me, Nathan. Maybe youíre right. Maybe the game has passed me by.


[Flashback]

Nate: All right. Weíre gonna do the pill scam. (hands Jimmy a bottle of pills) There you go. (to Pimsleur) Excuse me, sir? Sir!

(Pimsleur turns around)

Nate: Iím sorry to bother you. Do you have change for a $20? (holds up a bill)

(Pimsleur puts briefcase on car and reaches in pocket. Jimmy drops his bottle of pills)

Jimmy: Oh!

Pimsleur: Oh, no! Oh!

Nate: Oh, dad. Oh, dear.

(Pimsleur and Nate go down on the ground to pick up the pills while Jimmy goes into briefcase and gets the paperwork he wanted. Pimsleur gets the last pill as Jimmy shoves the paper on his pocket. The men stand up)

Nate: Ah, I sure appreciate that. You all right there, dad? Yeah? You okay?

Jimmy: Yeah, yeah, feel just fine.

Pimsleur: You both take care now.

(Nate and Jimmy walk away)

Jimmy: Thatís not bad.

Nate: Oh, well, thank you. It worked out, didnít it?

Jimmy: My little boy.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Parker, Hardison, get ready. Curtainís about to go up. Sophie, youíre in play.


[Ambulance]

Sophie: Why did we stop?

Paramedic: Oh, donít worry. Weíre almost there. Everythingís fine. Iíd say we got, what, about five minutes?

Bill: Yeah.

Paramedic: Yeah. We got about five more minutes. We should be right there. (turns to look at Sophie, who is gone) Aah! B-Bill?


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Delacourt: Keep your people out of our way. Weíre about to Zulu Delta.

Powell: Wow.

Eliot (over radio): Hey, can anybody hear me out there?

Powell: Hey, give me that. (takes radio from officer)

Officer: Yes, sir.

Powell: This channel is reserved for FBI personnel only.

Eliot: Really? Stop the assault, man. Do not send those Homeland Security idiots in here.

Powell: Who is this?


[Hallway]

Eliot (walking): Who am I? Iím just a fly in the ointment, pal, okay? An off-duty cop from Boston caught in the wrong place at the right time. (flinches)

Powell: Youíre inside with the terrorist?

Eliot: ďTerrorists.Ē ďIsts,Ē with an ďs,Ē okay? This isnít some just disgruntled employee.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Eliot: These guys are serious, and they got an arsenal.

Powell: How do I know youíre for real?


[Walkway]

Eliot (pauses): You know when youíre talking to another badge, you can feel it. Now, you tell me, can you feel it?


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell: Iím feeling it.


[Walkway]

Eliot: All right. Then those Homeland Security guys are gonna be ducks in a shooting gallery if they come in here. This is up to you, pal. (looks out window)

Powell: Iím on it.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell: We canít breach.

Delacourt: Why the hell not?

Powell: One of our ownís on the inside. I just talked to him.

Delacourt: Yeah, itís probably the terrorist.

Powell: I donít think so, maíam.

Delacourt: In Homeland, we arenít paid to think. Weíre paid to act. Commence Zulu Delta on my mark...

Officer: Okay, Delta team, letís go.

Powell (on radio): Keep your head down. Theyíre coming in.

(men begin moving toward building in full swat gear)


[Office]

Parker: 3, 2, 1.

(Parker and Hardison open the blinds, turn on the equipment, and flee the room. The window shatters and the lights pop, sounding like gunfire)


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Delacourt: Pull back! Pull back!

(officers pull back to hide behind cars)


[Walkway]

Eliot (walking away from window): Welcome to the party, pal.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Delacourt (on radio): I donít know who you are, but this is Homeland Security Spec Ops Leader Elaine Delacourt.


[Walkway]

Delacourt: Youíre not fooling anyone.

(Eliot raises the radio but is punched in the face by Thug 3)

Thug 3: Iím just saying.

Eliot (brushes the hair from his face): Come on.

(Thug 3 punches Eliot in the face again, Eliot steps back. Thug 3 continues to punch Eliot until he is in front of the windows)


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell: Look, look.

(in the window everyone can see three men beating on Eliot, who appears defenseless)


[Walkway]

(Eliot falls against the glass and the three thugs continue to beat him)


[Patent Office, Exterior]

(Powell and Delacourt watch as Eliot is beaten)


[Walkway]

(Thug 3 punches Eliot, then turns him around)

Thug 3: How you like me now?

(Thug 3 punches Eliot in the stomach. They push and punch him, then toss him down the hallway out of sight of the windows)


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Delacourt: All teams, stand down!

Officer: Stand down!

Delacourt: Got a man inside.


[Walkway]

(Eliot rolls to his feet)

Eliot: Whatís up?

(with three blows, he knocks the three men down)


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell (on radio): You still with us?


[Walkway]

Eliot (picks up radio, then pants to sound breathless): Iím still here.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Powell: Hang in there, cowboy.


[Walkway]

Eliot (tosses radio to the floor): Yippee-ki-yay, mother--


[Patent Archive]

Jimmy: Found it!

(Nate comes to look at the plans over Jimmyís shoulder)

Jimmy: What is this?

Nate (turns pages): Itís a water filter. A very big water filter, the kind that fits... in a dam.But why would a finance guy -- what would he be needing water technology for? Hardison, they have the building surrounded, so weíre gonna go out through the next one, so make sure that that glass walkway is unlocked. Sophie, I hope you got us a ride.

Sophie: Iím on it.


[Exterior Street]

Sophie (driving van): Found Lucille exactly where we left her.


[Patent Archive]

Nate: Sophieís on her way.

Eliot: Got this off one of the goons. (tosses phone to Nate) Look at the last incoming call.

Nate: Rockford, Illinois.

Eliot: That mean anything to you?

Hardison: Hey. (walks up with Parker) All right, phase 2 is ready.

Eliot: All right, here we go. (into radio) Hey, pal, stay away from the west entrance.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Eliot: Theyíre heading there now, and theyíre gonna shoot their way out.

Powell: You canít do this on your own. Cowboy?


[Patent Archive]

Powell: Cowboy!

(Parker and Hardison look at Eliot)

Eliot: What? Heís... from Boston.


[Patent Office, Exterior]

Delacourt (looking at pad): Motion sensors on the west entrance are going berserk!

Powell: Everyone to the west entrance now!

Delacourt: Negative. Not until we have ascertained Ė

(Powell ignores her and moves away)

Delacourt: Powell, you get back here! That is an order!

Powell (takes a machine gun from one of the men): My man is not an acceptable loss. Move in!

(officers move on the building. Men are seen moving across the first floor of the walkway, while on the floor above them, Parker peeks out the window)


[Walkway]

(the team and Jimmy is crawling across the walkway)


[Hallway]

(Powell moves into a hallway leading a team of men. Mr. Butler turns a corner and moves halfway down the hall)

Powell: IED!

(Powell and his men shoot Mr. Butler apart)


[Stairway]

(the team follows Nate downward)

Nate: Okay, Sophieís pulling around now. This back street should be completely... (opens the door and leads the way outside)


[Alley]

Nate: Öempty.

(many people are standing in the alley looking up toward the roof. The team begins to move through the crowd)

Nate: Excuse me.

Eliot: Hey, hey, you, whatís going on?

Pedestrian: Free money, man. Some guy just called the radio station, says heís gonna throw a million bucks off the roof.

Nate (sighs): Whereís my father?

Parker: What? He was right here. He has the patent.


[Flashback]

DJ: Caller from Alexandria, whatís your plan to give this country back to the people?

Jimmy: Well, government stole my patent, so I stole $1 million from the IRS, and Iím gonna throw it off the roof of the patent building in 10 minutes.


[Alley]

Eliot: What the hell just happened?

Nate: What just happened is a 70-year-old with a radio just created a flash mob.

Parker: Your dad double-crossed us?

Nate: Yes, he did.

Sophie (in van): Come on! We have to go!

Eliot: Nate.

(Nate turns slowly, thinking)


[Flashback]

Eliot: Somebodyís messing with your game, Nate. Latimer -- he might be the front guy, but this ainít his style.

Eliot: Got this off one of the goons. (tosses phone to Nate) Look at the last incoming call.

Nate: Rockford, Illinois.

Eliot: That mean anything to you?


[Alley]

Nate: I know whoís behind this. We need to find my father fast. (sighs)


[Exterior Street]

(the team sits in or stands near the van as Nate paces)

Nate: Okay, call the radio station, see if you can get a trace.

Sophie: Where do you think heís going?

Nate: I donít know, I-Ió

Parker: Where? Donít you mean when?


[Flash]

(Jimmy walks out of the building holding some sort of device. He dials 1962 on the display and disappears)


[Exterior Street]

Hardison: Now, why would he go back to 1962?

Nate: Donít encourage her.

Parker: What is that?

Hardison: Itís a bow tie. Bow ties are cool.

Sophie: Shouldnít we be doing this on the road?

Eliot: I wouldnít worry about it. I think the feds are gonna find who they were looking for.


[Patent Archive]

(Powell leads his team into the room to find the three thugs tied up on a desk, a radio lying next to them)

Powell: Right on, cowboy. Right on.


[Exterior Street]

Nate (looks at ringing phone) Okay, guys, guys. (answers phone) Dad! Listen, where are you? You have no idea who youíre up against.


[Exterior, Warehouse]

Jimmy: Thatís never stopped me before.


[Exterior Street]

Nate: Yeah, okay. Now, hereís the thing, dad --


[Exterior, Warehouse]

Jimmy: Now you just sit back, and before you know it, weíre gonna be tossing back a few...


[Exterior Street]

Jimmy: A couple of free men.

Nate: Dad! Now, listen to me. If you Ė (hangs up phone and turns to Hardison) All right, did you get a location?

Hardison: I got someplace close to the Baltimore waterfront, but if I ping it off the towers, I can get a little closer. Itís just gonna take me some time.

Nate: All right, Eliot, get us there.

(they all get into the van and take off)


[Exterior, Warehouse]

(Jimmy walks around to a side door and goes inside)


[Warehouse]

(Jimmy walks into the warehouse and toward a lone man standing near the middle of the room, a bag at his feet. The warehouse is empty save for miscellaneous barrels lining the path Jimmy walks down)

Jimmy: Whereís the $2 million?

Head Thug: Whereís the patent?

Jimmy: You didnít hear me?!

(Head Thug pauses, then tosses a bag at Jimmyís feet)


[Interior Van]

(the van careens around a corner. Inside, Hardison is still working on a computer)

Hardison: Okay, there it is. Thereís the ping. Itís the warehouse district by the shipping docks. We got a 600-foot radius. Thatís as close as I can get. (shows area on screen)

Nate: Not enough.

Hardison: Well, itís either one of these three warehouses -- 16, 21, or A7.

Nate: Yeah, okay, listen, I need ownership records for all of them, okay, right away. Hey, Eliot, come on. Drive, drive. Letís go.

Eliot: Itís not my fault, man. Itís not my Challenger.


[Warehouse]

(Jimmy kneels to check the bag, finds it full of money)

Head Thug: The patent, old man?

Jimmy: Deal is... $2 million... and my sonís life.

Head Thug: Yeah, so, where is Nate?

Jimmy: Heís safe, and I want to keep it that way.

Head Thug: A dealís a deal.

(Jimmy reaches inside his jacket and pulls out the patent, then tosses it to the Head Thugís feet. Another man hits Jimmy on the back of the head, knocking him out.

Head Thug (on phone): We have a situation.

(the other man grabs the bag and together the men walk toward the exit)

Head Thug: Nope. He didnít show.


[Interior Van]

Hardison: Um... well, look, this is all I got, no names but I got companies. (pulls up info on screen)

Nate: No, thatís it. Thatís it right there. Building 21.

Hardison: Tobin-Casey? They make fishing reels.

Nate: No, itís just a shell company that he owns. Eliot, how much longer?

Eliot: Four minutes.

Nate: Okay, make it two.

Nate (dials phone): All right, please answer. Come on.


[Warehouse]

(Jimmy wakes slowly, realizing that the barrels around him all contain a flammable liquid. His phone rings and he answers it as he gets to his feet)

Jimmy: Yeah?


[Interior Van]

Nate: Listen, this is a setup.


[Warehouse]

Jimmy (coughs): You donít think I know a setup when I see it? Latimer double-crossed me.


[Interior Van]

Nate: No, no, no, no, no, no. This is not about Latimer, all right? I need you to listen very carefully. I need you to focus.


[Warehouse]

Jimmy: Oh, maybe this is one of those things that you were right about so many of the time. Things are more complicated than they seem.


[Interior Van]

Nate: Okay, just walk out of the building. Start walking out of the building right now very -- just -- just start going, okay?

(van continues to move quickly through the streets)

Eliot: I got it. Itís up here at the end.

(Eliot drives the van toward the warehouse)


[Warehouse]

(Jimmy sees explosives on the top of one of the barrels with a timer counting down from 24)

Jimmy: No, you stay out. Donít come in here.


[Interior Van]

Jimmy: Iím your father. Iím telling you not to --

Nate: No, no, no, no, no. You have to get out of the building now!


[Warehouse]

Nate: Okay?

Jimmy: Itís the first time Iíve been able to do some of these thingsÖ


[Interior Van]

Jimmy: Öthe father things.

Nate: Listen, listen, if you donít get -- okay, okay, weíre -- weíre pulling up right now. I need you to walk out of the building now, okay?


[Warehouse]

Jimmy: You just tell stories.


[Interior Van]

Jimmy: Tell them stories about me.

Nate: No, no, no! Get -- get out! Iím coming in to get you right now!


[Exterior, Warehouse]

(the van comes to a stop as Nate jumps out and begins running toward the warehouse)

Jimmy: Tell them -- tell them...


[Warehouse]

Jimmy: Öhow much Jimmy Ford loves his son.


[Exterior, Warehouse]

(Nate stops, staring at the building, letting the phone fall from his ear)


[Warehouse]

(Jimmy puts the phone down and watches as the timer counts down 2, then 1, then 0. The barrels explode)


[Exterior Street]

(Nate stands before a line of garage doors as they blow out with the force of the explosion. He is thrown back and falls to the ground)

Eliot: Nate!

(Eliot gets out of the van and runs toward Nate. Hardison and the others also get out of the van. Nate struggles to sit up, half covered with debris, blood driping from his eye and mouth. Eliot reaches him and helps him sit up as Hardison holds the women back)

Sophie: Nate!

Eliot: Nate. Can you hear me?

(stunned, Nate looks at Eliot, then turns back to the warehouse as debris continues to fall to the ground)


[Renton Federal Penitentiary]

(Dubenich sits in a cell at the end of the hallway. He hangs up a phone and holds it to his chest)

The End

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