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5x09 The Rundown Job

[Casey Farm, Virginia]

Farmer: Udall, this is not what we agreed to!

(Udall exits a barn to meet Farmer, who is waiving a piece of paper)

Farmer: This was a 3-month rental agreement. It was up two weeks ago! I want you out, or Iím calling the police.

Udall: Yes, we suffered some delays, but weíre back on track. Unfortunately, your timetable has suddenly accelerated.

(Thug grabs Farmer from behind and holds him)

Farmer: What?! Hey!

(Udall injects Farmer in the neck)

Farmer: Aah!

Udall: I want you to know that your sacrifice will save millions of lives.

(Thug begins to drag Farmer away as Udall returns to the barn)

Farmer: What is that? Whatís going on?! What is this?!


[Congressional Hearing Room 21A]

Congressman: What is this?

Vance: That, congressman, is the report of a successful counter-terrorism operation. Youíre welcome.

Congressman: An operation involving a CIA agent, an FBI profiler, two electrical engineers from NASA, a pilot from the navy...

Vance: Damn fine aviator, too.

Congressman: You have the CIA agent operating domestically, which is against the law. You got an FBI agent shooting up Rome.

Vance: One cafť in Rome, sir... one.

Congressman: Some of these people donít even have security clearance. This team is in violation of every jurisdictional rule.

Vance: They were the team I needed to take out a leading terrorist bomb maker, sir.

Congressman: Colonel Vance, thank you for your...

Vance: Look, terrorists and other yahoos know what our ďrulesĒ are. They know weíre big and slow, so theyíre running smaller, leaner, faster. Itís asymmetrical warfare. Itís a tactic we need to use.

Congressman: Colonel Vance, thank you for your testimony.

Vance: I just do the same thing, with my teams. I throw together the right team for each different threat, While the CIA is still filling out the paperwork.

Congresswoman: The committee finds you and all your operations in violation of the interagency security act.

Congressman: And therefore illegal under federal law. You slap together another one of your little ďasymmetryĒ teams from federal agents, Colonel Vance, you and everybody around you is out of a job and in jail. These ďslow, giantĒ agencies you mock were designed by very smart people.

Vance: So was the Titanic.


[Castleman Security Vault]

(two Guards stand in front of a vault as an elevator at the far end of the room activates)

Guard 1 (into comm): Security, did you clear the elevator?

(Guards walk closer to the elevator)

Guard 1: Security, come in. Security?

(Elevator opens to reveal Hardison typing on his computer pad)

Hardison: ĎSup, Eliot?

Guard 1: Who?

Hardison (to guard): Not talking to you.

(Eliot rises behind the men and takes them both out quickly)

Eliot: Cameras good?

Hardison: Good for two minutes.

(Parker drops down from the ceiling)

Parker: Two minutes for a Kerensky 217 with motion sensors? Thanks.

(Hardison plugs pad into vault door. A few minutes later the vault door opens and Hardison peeks inside)

Hardison: Babe, I got the motion sensors. (lasers light up within the vault) Lasers, on the other hand...

(Parker steps forward confidently)

Hardison: Look, you got a minute-40.

Parker: Cool. (takes off her jacket)

Hardison: Kiss for luck?

Parker: Who needs luck?

(Parker begins doing elaborate moves and turns to get through the lasers, quickly reaching the far wall)

Hardison: I never get tired of that.

(Parker uses a torch to cut into a lock box)


[Exterior Capitol Building, Washington DC]

Hardison: Well, Prime Minister Entabe is about to find out heís not as good at hiding his assets as he once thought. yeah.

(Eliot carries a shipping container to a shipping box)

Hardison: No, you should be able to buy four n...

Parker (opens a case to reveal it is full of diamonds): Oh! Bup-bup.

Hardison: Eight new schools. Okay, take care, sister Agnes. (hangs up)

(Parker closes the case and gives it to Eliot for mailing as Hardison dials the phone)

Hardison: Hey, Nate, weíre done in D.C. Weíre flying back tomorrow. See you.

Parker: Theyíre so shiny. Couldnít I have just kept one?

Hardison: Road to redemption, Parker. Just think how good itís gonna feel When you get that Christmas card from those orphans. Hell, we may even get Eliot to smile.

(Parker laughs. Eliotís phone rings and he looks at it, worried)

Hardison: Are you cool, man?

Eliot (answers phone): Howíd you get this number, Riley?


[Darkened Office]

Riley: Hitter like you comes back to D.C., and... Buzz-buzz.


[Exterior Capitol Building, Washington DC]

Eliot: What do you want?

Riley: I got a job for you.


[Darkened Office]

Riley: Right here in town, got to be this morning.


[Exterior Capitol Building, Washington DC]

Eliot: No, I donít do that anymore.

Riley: The rumors are true? Damn it.


[Darkened Office]

Riley: Thatís like Picasso throwing away his paint brush. Later, then. (hangs up phone) Shame.


[Exterior Capitol Building, Washington DC]

Parker: Thatís that thing... thing you donít do anymore.

Eliot: No, I donít.

Hardison: So we keep walking.

Eliot: The thing is, just Ďcause Iím not doing it doesnít mean itís not getting done.

Hardison: So youíre saying that somebody, somewhere...


[122 Concord Rd. SW]

(Riley pushes a button beneath his desk)

Man (enters room): Yeah, boss?

Riley: Tell Marco weíve got cash coming in. Lock up the back.

(Man leaves. Eliot enters)

Riley: A lot of guys, this is the last thing they ever see.

Eliot: I already told you I ainít in the game anymore. But I canít let this go down, so Iím gonna need to see that file.

Riley: Whyíd you quit, anyway? (pushes button again)

Eliot: Started running with some different people...

(Riley pushes button again but it doesnít seem to be working)

Eliot: Like a hacker...

(Hardison enters room and nods. Riley pulls a gun from his drawer and shoots toward Eliot, but the gun is empty)

Eliot: And a thief.

(Parker taps on Rileyís head. He turns. She is holding the clip and a bullet from his gun)

Parker: Click. (tosses clip and bullet on table)

Eliot: Now, Iím gonna need that file. (leans over desk) You said this morning, So I know you got the intel on you. Now.

(Riley quickly hands over the file)

Eliot: Good night.

(Parker stuns Riley, who slumps on the desk)

Hardison (reading files): They got full surveillance on her, every day timeline. She gets off her train from work in 15 minutes.

(all three run for the door)


[Greer Park]

Eliot: You want to take somebody out in an open space like this, You donít do it up close. Target can see you, they can evade. Your exit path is blocked by screaming witnesses. Drive-byís not gonna work, Ďcause a handgunís unreliable over the distance from the street. And that means... (looks up) Sniper. Open roof, clear line of sight to the subway exit. (hesitates) Behind me.

(Parker and Hardison start to turn)

Eliot: Donít look!

(on the roof a Sniper continues to set up his position)

Eliot (checks his watch): Iím gonna keep her alive. You guys find a way to get her out of here.

Hardison: With what? IÖ

Eliot (walks away): You stole a Michelangelo with tinfoil and chewing gum. Figure it out!

(Eliot begins running. On the roof, Sniper assembles his gun. Parker comes across a pizza delivery scooter)

Hardison (approaches a street vendor): Uh... Two and two.

Vendor: Yes, sir.

(the park is busy with people everywhere, talking buying from vendors, walking. Sniper has the gun together and leans over the side of the building. Eliot sees Teresa walking across the park and approaches her, standing between her and the Sniper)

Eliot: Hi. Hey, Hi.

Teresa: Hi.

Eliot: Uh, pardon me. Do you know where the, uh... Do you know where the M-Manderley hotel is?

Teresa: Itís... Five blocks that way.

Eliot: This way, right here? Yeah. Okay, thank you. (shakes her hand) Thank you so much. I really appreciate that.

Teresa: Yeah. Wow, you have a really strong grip.

Eliot: Yeah, I know. Itís Ďcause I got to do this.

(Eliot grabs Teresa and carries her behind a street cart, out of the line of fire)

Teresa: What the...

(Sniper begins to shoot. People scream and scramble for cover. Eliot holds Teresa down. Hardison sets a couple of aerosol cans on fire and tosses them past Eliot and Teresa)

Teresa: Who are you?

Eliot: Right now, weíre the good guys.

(the cans explode, filling the park with smoke. Parker pulls up on the scooter)

Eliot: Go! Get on that! Get on that! Go! Go!

(Teresa gets on the scooter behind Parker)

Parker: Okay!

(Sniper puts his gun away in a golf bag. Eliot runs to interupt the Sniper, pulling a golf club from the bag and beating the Sniper with it, knocking him out. Later, Parker sits with Teresa with police sirens in the distance)

Parker: Are you okay?

Teresa: Yeah. Yeah. Thank you. I donít know how to thank you.

Parker: Itís no problem.

Hardison (approaching): Babe, we got to go.

Parker: Okay, take care.

Eliot: Hang on.

Parker: Um, no. Cops, bad. Thieves, go.

Eliot: Teresa, tell them what you do for a living.

Teresa: Iím an administrator.

Eliot: For what? (pulls out a phone and dials)

Teresa: The 911 emergency system for the city of Washington, D.C. I run it.

Eliot: This wasnít just a hit. This is terrorism.

Hardison: So, who you calling?

Eliot: I got a buddy in the business. (steps away) Hey.


[Congress Building]

Vance: Eliot Spencer. Ainít that a kick in the head?


[Greer Park]

(cops and FBI agents cover the scene looking for evidence)

Parker: Too many cops.

Hardison: So, who is this Vance guy, anyway?

Parker: Too many cops.

Eliot: We were in the service together. We got our hands dirty. After a while, they put him in a suit. He asked me to continue working for my country. I did for a bit.

Hardison: What kind of work?

Eliot: I just told you. We got our hands dirty. (sees Vance approaching) We go way back. We hand this off, weíre on the first flight out of D.C. (approaches Vance) Colonel. Somebody paid good money to whack D.C.ís emergency-service administrator. I dropped the gunman. Uniforms got him...

(Vance just looks at Eliot)

Eliot (looking nervous): And the file.

(police and FBI surround Parker, Hardison and Eliot)

Eliot: So...

Vance: Eliot Spencer, youíre under arrest.

(police pull guns and point at th ethree)

Parker: Told ya. Too many cops.

(Parker, Hardison and Eliot are being led handcuffed toward a van)

Eliot: You got some charges?

Vance: Charges? Conspiracy to commit murder... multiple counts... Assault, battery, racketeering, kidnapping.

(all enter the van. Vance looks at the security agents)

Vance: Up front.

Agents: Yes, sir.

(an agent closes the door and the Congressman steps out from beside it, watching as the van pulls away)


[Interior Van]

Hardison: This is a violation of my constitutional rights.

Vance: Youíre Alec Hardison. You cracked the Pentagon servers when you were 12. N.S.A. has a file on you a mile long.

Hardison: Do they? What do they say about me? I hope they gave me a cool nickname.

Vance: Parker here... No file on you, which is...

(Parker appears to be sleeping)

Vance: Is she asleep?

Eliot: She bores easy. What do you got on us?

(Vance looks at him)

Eliot: ďMultipleĒ counts.

Vance: Your 911 administrator wasnít the only hit today. The head of the largest hospital in Washington, D.C., was killed in a suspicious car wreck. The local FEMA director was knifed to death in a mugging.

Eliot: All today?

Hardison: Thatís... Coincidence.

Eliot: No, itís what you do when you want to cripple the infrastructure of a city the day of a terrorist attack. Somebodyís gonna hit D.C. with something big... Today.

Vance: Clock is ticking. Itís gonna take me two days just to schedule a meeting between FBI, Homeland Security, and everybody else who owns a piece of this.

Eliot: Put together one of your little dance teams.

Vance: As of now, my teams are illegal. However, if certain... known felons somehow resolve the situation, Iím pretty sure I could get all the charges dropped against them.

Eliot: I stopped working for you a long time ago, Vance.

Vance: You took an oath.

Hardison: Y-youíre talking about stopping a terrorist attack in an afternoon. Weíd need all your intel.

Vance: That truck back at the crime scene... Itís an N.S.A. Mobile response intelligence unitĖ

Hardison: With the Schneier cryptography system and the j-dam satellite uplink? That... I know nothing about, Ďcause that would be treason and wrong. (to Vance) Are you for real?

Vance: So, you grab the truck... (moves to sit by Eliot) Hell... Your girlfriendís already out of her cuffs.

(Parker sits up holding the handcuffs and tosses them to Vance)

Vance (to Eliot): Make it look good.

(punches Vance, who takes it well)

Vance: Really? Thatís all you...

(punches Vance again, harder)

Vance: Ohhhh, youíre slowiní down in your...

(punches Vance a third time, knocking him out)

Hardison: Three tries? Damn.

Eliot: He didnít always wear a suit. (grabs Vanceís badge) Parker, get the door.


[Greer Park]

Hardison: Oh, no. Go back to the scene of the crime crawling with feds. Good plan. Loving the plan.

Eliot (puts on hat): Just do one of your voices.

Parker: Buy me a minute to boost it. (moves away)

(Hardison puts on a pair of glasses and he and Eliot approach the truck)

Hardison: Jiminy clicks! Oh, cheese biscuits! Are you ser... youíve got to move this truck right now! It canít be parked here. Move it right now.

Agent: Excuse meó

Hardison: You have to move away from the vehicle!

Eliot (showing badge): This is his truck. He built this $20 million thing. Dr. Macallister. Iím his handler.

Agent: Handler?

Hardison: Uh, chief, this vehicle cannot be parked within 10 meters of a power transformer. The magnetic resonance travels down through the satellite-imaging uplink...

Eliot: English, doc! Speak to him in English!

Hardison: The data in this vehicle is being corrupted as we speak! I must check the shielding, look at the data feedback. Here, Iím not pulling your pinkies here, guy. (points to pad) Look. Look. Right here. Every second we waste here destroys another gigabyte of classified data! Boom, another gigabyte gone.

Agent: No, I canít let you in the truck.

Hardison: A gigabyte gone... your job, gone.

Agent: Security clearances.

Hardison: Youíre not gonna let who...

Eliot: What are we, terrorists? Okay, that was my plan was to come here, show you a real badge that I somehow got, and then bring somebody crazy to break into a secure vehicle? Weíre gonna move this down the block. Heís gonna spend about an hour doing spot-checks on databases. I showed you my badge. Man, here, take my badge. (tosses it to Agent) Call it in. I got to deal with this guy!

(Eliot follows Hardison into the truck)


[Interior Truck]

(Parker starts truck and pulls away)

Eliot: Go, Parker. Get us out of here before they realize we escaped.

Hardison: Itís got every database... N.S.A., CIA, FBI. Itís got hard backdoors into most commercial systems, live feeds into every security camera on the grid. Man, if this wasnít such a gross violation of our civil liberties, I would be in love right now.

Parker: Where do we start?

Eliot: We start with getting you two on a plane out of here. You didnít sign up for this. Trust me.

Hardison: And you? Youíre going to handle this by yourself? Come on, sheís a lady, man. She needs the right touch. What you gonna do with your big punching hands... Punch the screens? No.

Parker: We agreed we all change. Better or worse, we change together.

Eliot (after a moment): What do they got on the gunman?

Hardison: Theyíre running his prints. Itís gonna take hours to narrow down.

Eliot: Look up the Navy Seal database, enlisted from Ď90 to Ď95. Itís his watch. Steel-brushed chronometers were standard seal issue, until they switched to the carbon black diversí watch in Ď95. Itís a very distinctive watch. Pull it up.

Hardison (pulls it up): B-I-ngo.

Eliot: Thatís him.

Hardison: Charlie Scalzi, dishonorable discharge. His passportís all over the place. I got his credit cards, his bank statements... Government has everything. Man, this is disturbing. I mean, itís hot, but itís disturbing.

Eliot: Hardison?

Hardison: All right. Parking, you always start with the parking... Especially now, since the meters take credit cards. He parked on the same block eight times in a row a couple months ago.

Parker: Whatís special about that block?

Hardison: I donít know. Itís got a couple old buildings, some antique shops. Let me run a scan.

Newscaster (on screen): Owners of a fashionable antique store were surprised to find that robbers had hidden in an old subbasement, waiting for the weekend. They even brought a cooler of beer with them, which they left behind as they made off with thousands of dollarsí worth of jewelry.

Hardison: Okay, thatís not it.

Parker: Thatís exactly it.

Hardison: A bunch of burnouts camping?

Parker: Do you know why you bring a cooler full of ice to a robbery? No? I do. Everything we need to know is in that basement. Iíll drive.

Hardison: Hold on.

Eliot: Exactly.

Hardison: No, hold on. (holds on to table)

Eliot: Oh, you... oh, hell, man.


[Washington Union News Offices]

(Udall approaches desk dressed as a middle eastern man)

Receptionist: Washington Union, may I help you?

Udall: Can you see that your editor receives this package? I think heíll be happy he did.

(Udall leaves, pulling off his Ďdisquiseí as he does so)


[Crime Scene]

(the trio enter the basement, turning on the lights)

Eliot: This is a waste of time, Parker. Thereís nothing down here.

Parker (examines wall with torch): Bubbles. Fresh paint. You bring ice to a heist to keep a saw blade cool... Industrial saw. The beer and the jewels were a distraction.

(Parker uses a fire extinguisher to break through a wall to an old lab)

Hardison: Oh, this couldnít get any creepier. (looks into a jar) I stand corrected.

Eliot (looking at paper): Says ďColdwater Health Sciences Foundation.Ē

Hardison: The Foundation was a precursor to the CDC. Was, uh, privately funded government disease research Shut down in 1934. This lab was forgotten.

Parker: How do you lose track of a whole laboratory?

Eliot: Thereís over 200 tons of uranium missing from the United States nuclear storage.

Hardison: The air force lost a hydrogen bomb off the coast of Georgia.

Eliot: Countries are big things, Parker. A lot of secrets slip through the cracks.

Parker: You should see this.

Eliot: The case is vacuum-sealed.

Hardison: Do not tell me whatís inside.

Parker: Says... ďinfluenza, 1918.Ē

Hardison: Get out. Now! Get out! Now! Go! Go! Get out!

(they all run from the room)


[Exterior Truck]

Hardison: The Spanish flu killed 50 million people during World War I, and now somebodyís got it. (opens door)

Parker: Look, we can do this. Just treat it like any another job.

Hardison: This isnít just any other job.

Eliot: All right, all right. Stay focused.

Hardison: I focused! That bug in there killed 50 million people! 50! And that was when the population was lower.

Parker: Now?

Hardison: Now? 150 million people. 150 million dead. Hey, weíre thieves, man, and weíre good at what we do, but this is way, way out of our league. And you expect us to go catch some psycho with a city killer? A country killer?

Eliot: You scared?

Hardison: Youíre damn right.

(Hardison turns to enter the truck but Eliot grabs his wrist, holding him back)

Eliot: Iím not. I got the best thief And the smartest guy I know chasing this guy.

(Hardison looks at Parker, but Eliot grabs his head and pulls him back)

Eliot: Hey, listen to me. Youíre smartest man Iíve ever known, Hardison. I need that brain to get me to him. ĎCause you know if I lay my hands on him, itís done. Get me to him. (lets Hardison go)

Hardison: He has to weaponize it.

Eliot: Good. Thatís a good start.

Parker: We find the lab.

Hardison: He doesnít need a lab. He needs pigs.


[Interior Truck]

Hardison: Okay, Spanish Flu is H1N1, just like the Avian Flu Virus outbreaks a few years ago, which started on large industrial farms in China, where people worked in close proximity to chickens and pigs. The disease, it traveled through the animals first, and then finally jumped to humans.

Eliot: The terrorist would have to have total access to a pig farm. Thatís time, manpower...

Hardison: Uh, call up the N.S.A. Satellites.

Computer: Calling up N.S.A. Satellite.

Hardison: Thank you, creepy spy truck. Now. (refers to map) Okay, here. This... this farm is an hour outside of the city. According to records, the owner shut this down three weeks ago.

(Eliot makes a call)


[Washington Union News Offices]

Eliot: Vance.

Vance: Had to use my badge to jack that truck, huh?


[Interior Truck]

Eliot: Listen, Iím sending you an address, okay? It seems like your bad guy found some old disease research.


[Washington Union News Offices]

Eliot: Heís making it hot.

Vance: Our bad guy has a name. ďAhmedĒ just dropped off a manifesto here at the Washington Union. That letter is serious crazy.


[Interior Truck]

Eliot: Well, we got a lead on what may be a weapons lab.


[Washington Union News Offices]

Vance: Call me when it stops being ďmaybeĒ.


[Interior Truck]

Eliot: Parker?


[Casey Farm, Virginia]

(truck pulls up into the farm yard and all three get out)

Hardison: Look for any remnants of a lab.

(the three spread out)

Hardison: Guys, over here. (runs toward barn) Over here!

(on a table is the remains of Udallís equipment. Parker walks deeper into the barn)

Eliot: Iím gonna secure the area, make sure weíre alone.

Parker: Hardison?

(Hardison joins Parker to see the Farmer dead on the ground)

Parker: Did the flu...

Hardison: Coulda just killed him to keep him quiet. No proof they weaponized the bug.

Eliot (from doorway): Guys.

(behind the barn is a large pen full of dead pigs)

Hardison: Okay. Thatís the proof.

Eliot: The bug is hot.

Hardison: Yeah.

Parker: Not like every other job.

(later, Hardison and Eliot are walking toward the truck with Vance)

Vance: Well, that ainít a maybe. Whyíd they kill the guy?

Hardison: Patient zero. Once they got it to work on pigs, theyíd need a human host for the final stage.

Parker: Found these papers inside. Theyíre a lease agreement.

Vance: Well, itíll be a shell company.

Hardison (handing him a list): Five, actually. But they spat out another lease. Itís a trailer on some undeveloped land.

Eliot: Weíll meet you there.

Vance: Nope. Thereís a time for sneaking around, my brother, and a time for droppiní an attack chopper full of pissed-off 19-year-olds in full body armor on somebody, and we have reached that appointed hour.

(Vance leans into his vehicle and uses the bluetooth inside to call his attack team)

Agent: Anti-terrorism strike force.

Vance: Yeah, I have a class four biohazard...

Hardison: Burn it. Fire is the only way to kill this thing.

Vance (gets into vehicle): Iím gonna need a burn unit, and dial me up tactical, will you?

Agent: Connecting.

Vance: Leave the truck somewhere we can find it. Your passports will be cleared by the time you reach Dulles. Call you when itís done. (drives away)


[Interior Truck]

Hardison: We won. We should be happy.

Eliot: Yeah.

Parker: So why arenít we?

Eliot: The biggest hospital.

Hardison: Hospital?

Eliot: Look at the victims. You got... you got 911 administrator, fine. You got the emergency services, fine, but just one hospital administrator.

Hardison: You said itís what you would do to drive a city crazy the day of an attack.

Eliot: Thatís the right way to do it. You hit all the hospitals. Why just that one guy?

Parker: Thereís a link between the three.

Eliot: Thereís a link.

Hardison (checking computer): Okay, work histories... thereís no crossover. Going into their financials. Aha. Hello, credit-card statements in Berlin two years ago... Same hotel. Going into their passports.

Eliot: Look, they all took the same flight out of Berlin. They took the same flight back after a 4-day stay. ďSymposium on bio-terror,Ē Berlin University School of Public Health.

Hardison: Led by... Another D.C. Native, Dr. Everett Udall. He laid out a bunch of different scenarios, all terror attacks on D.C.

Parker: Heís probably dead, too.

Eliot: Even if he is, I bet his research could help us or at least give us a target. Look at that. Thatís a home address. You see that? Go!


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

(Vance and his men are approaching a trailer when the Congressman pulls up)

Vance: You really shouldnít be here, Congressman.

Congressman: Oh, really? As head of the oversight committee, I can supervise any operation I like, make sure the paperworkís done. For example, do you have your warrant?

Vance: Itís on its way.

Congressman: Weíll wait.

Vance (turns and into Comm): Get me a warrant.


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Hardison: 32. Thatís... here.

(group approaches door and Eliot knocks)

Eliot: Dr. Udall? Dr. Udall! Itís an emergency!

Hardison: Really not looking forward to finding another body.

Eliot (motions Parker to door): Focus on the research.

Hardison: Hey. If heís got a computer, thatís all I need.

(Parker unlocks the door)

Hardison: Thank you.

Eliot (to Parker): Your jacket.

(Hardison steps into the house, but Eliot grabs him by the back of his coat and stops him)

Eliot: Hey.

Hardison: Eliot? Eliot?

(there is a inconsistency in the floor beneath Hardisonís feet. Eliot kneels to get a better look)

Eliot: Did you hear a click? Wood floors donít ďclick.Ē

(an explosive is wired just inside the hall in front of Hardison)

Hardison: You mean Iím standing on...

Eliot: Yeah, he put a pressure plate underneath the flooring. Creative.

Parker: Pull him back.

Eliot: I canít just pull him back. Explosion velocity of a claymore is 4,000 feet per second, and we ainít that fast.

Hardison: Oh, youíre just full of fun facts, ainít you?

Eliot: Whole area in front of the floor could be rigged.

Parker: I got a plan.

(Parker climbs on Hardisonís back and moves around to his front)

Hardison: Hi. Kiss for luck?

Parker: I donít believe in luck.

(Parker bends back and looks at the explosive)

Parker: I can see the connection. I just have to pull the wires. Got it.

(Parker disarms the explosive and moves off of Hardison, who falls to the ground)

Hardison: So, weíre thinking...

Eliot: Udall is Ahmed.

Hardison: Good, weíre all on the same page.

(Hardison gets on Udallís computer as Parker and Eliot begin going through his things)

Eliot: I got a letter of suspension here from the CDC Biowarfare research department. ďErratic behavior.Ē Thatís... Great.

Hardison: I got an e-mail from them. ďYour repeated warnings of a biological attack on the U.S. have crossed the line into hysteria. Colleagues are claiming harassment.Ē Okay, I got all his research here. Device design. Thereís a briefcase with a 2-part detonator. The virus is mixed in with a gas, and the bomb detonates, and it spreads the infection. Itís like a germ dirty bomb. Itís... (stops and looks around) Wait. All his research is here. (stands) Experiments at the pig farm, his research is here.

Eliot: Oh, hell, no. (pulls phone and dials)

Parker: So whatís the trailer for?


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

(Vance and his men are approaching the trailer)

Vance: Move, move, move.

(Vanceís phone rings on the seat of the vehicle as the Congressman looks into the window)


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Eliot: Come on. Come on.


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

Congressman (answers phone): Hello.


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Eliot: Give me Vance!


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

Congressman: Who is this?


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Eliot: Who is this?! Give me Vance!


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

Congressman: This is a secure line.


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Eliot: Listen to me. This is an emergency.


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

Eliot: I need to speak with...

(Congressman hangs up phone and tosses it back into vehicle)


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Eliot (dialing again): Heís leading them right into an ambush. And we sent him there.


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

(Vance and his men get closer to the trailer with weapons drawn)


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Eliot: We got to warn him.

Hardison: Is he near his car?

Eliot: What?

Hardison: His car! Is he near his car?! Give me the phone. Give me the phone. (catches phone and begins typing) Heís got a Bluetooth speakerphone link. The phoneís connected to the car.


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

(Vanceís phone activates in the seat)


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Parker: If the carís off...

Hardison: Thereís always a little power. Thatís why electric locks work.


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

(display on vehicle activates as the men move closer to the trailer)


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Hardison: Boom. Thereís the electrical system. Okay. Testing protocols.


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

(Vance is at the door ready to move in)


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Hardison: Three long. Three short.


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

(Vance reaches for the door knob when the vehicle horn begins to sound)

Agent: Your car is signaling S.O.S.?

Vance: The hacker. Spencerís using the hacker. Move! Get out!

(agents run from trailer just as it exploads, knocking everyone from their feet)


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

Eliot: Did it work?

Hardison: I... I donít know. Iím trying to get the phone speaker.

Vance (on phone): Move, move, move! Get to cover! Pull everyone back to the perimeter!

Eliot: Ohh! My boy! (hugs Hardison) That is what Iím talking about.


[Outside Palmyra, Virginia]

Vance: I need a head count ASAP! Want to make sure everyoneís okay!


[Udall Residence, Washington DC]

(Parker opens refrigerator to find eggs)

Eliot: We got to find this guy. Itís up to us.

Hardison: Udall is smart. Heís gonna want to release the virus in a public place.

Parker: A grocery store? The fridge is full of eggs. Full of Ďem.

Hardison: Weird, but no. I can track his phone. Heís gonna want to go Somewhere with a lot of people, somewhere crowded.


[Subway Entrance]

(Udell moves down the stairs holding a briefcase. The trio run up just as heís out of sight)

Hardison: Heís trying to block his phoneís GPS, but thereís enough wi-fi around to nail him. Wait, there! There! There! He just went underground!

Parker (looks at signs): Subway.

Eliot: Go! Go! Go!


[Subway Platform]

Hardison: Heís not here. Check the other side.

(they run for the other side of the crowded platform)

Eliot: Which one is he?

Hardison: I canít tell.

Eliot: What do you mean, you canít tell?

Hardison: I got a 100 feet of concrete and live wires. Give me a second.

Announcer: Doors opening. Stand clear.

(Udall moves onto train)

Announcer: Train departing. Please stand clear.

(Udall sits down ant the train moves away)

Hardison: Okay, the signalís moving. Heís on the train.

Parker: So am I!

Eliot: All right. When you pick him out of the crowd, call us!


[Exterior Train]

Parker: No, Iím on the train! IímÖ Never mind.


[Exterior Street]

(Eliot and Hardison look around. Hardison heads toward a hotel)

Hardison: Eliot? Eliot!

Businessman: Hey, valet.

Valet: Yes, sir.

(Businessman tosses keys which Hardison catches and tosses to Eliot)

Businessman: Wait a minute! What are you doing?!

(Eliot and Hardison get into the car and drive away)

Businessman: Somebody call the cops! Get back here!


[Exterior Street]

Hardison: Udall is still in the subway car. Next stop is the main station. Four lines intersect.

Eliot: Heís gonna release the virus in the main terminal.

Hardison: If he pops the virus there, the infected people spread to the national monuments, the airport. We got to get 11 blocks in less than two and a half...

(police motorcycle comes up behind the car, lights and sirens blazing)

Hardison: Oh, no.

(Eliot downshifts and drives faster)

Eliot: Parker, stop that train!


[Exterior Train]

Parker: Iíll be at the booth... In... (gets knocked back) ugh! Well... Soon.


[Exterior Street]

(Eliot continues to evade police)

Eliot: I need options!

Hardison: Okay, Parker, thereís a bend in the tunnel just ahead of you.


[Exterior Train]

Hardison: If you can stop the train near it, thereís a maintenance corridor we can access.

(Parker moves down to the side of the train)


[Exterior Street]

(Eliot continues to evade police)


[Exterior Train]

(Parker continues to evade obstacles in tunnel)

Parker: Whoo-hoo!

(Parker stops the train. Udall pushes a button on his briefcase)


[Exterior Street]

Hardison: Left up here. Maintenance access. Left!

(Eliot stops the car and he and Hardison dash for the maintenance access door)

Officer: Freeze! Police! Stop right there!

(Hardison opens the door and they go inside, locking it leaving the police on the street)

Officer (into radio): We have a 1033 in progress. We need backup right away. The fugitives...


[Interior Tunnels]

(Eliot and Hardison make their way toward the train)


[Interior Train]

(Parker enters and begins looking for Udall on the crowded train)


[Interior Tunnels]

(Hardison and Eliot run down the tunnels)

Hardison: Parker, heíll have a bag or a briefcase!


[Interior Train]

(Parker begins making her way down the train)

Parker: I need some help. I canít tell which one he is.


[Interior Tunnels]

(the men come out on the tracks)

Eliot: Heís gonna be nervous. Heís gonna be sweaty and twitchy.

Hardison: No, no, no, no, no, he wonít. The eggs... thatís how you make vaccine. You culture them in eggs. Heís vaccinated himself.

Eliot: Heís immune. Parker, heís immune!


[Interior Train]

Parker: Good enough.

(Parker continues her way down the train touching men on the arms)

Parker: Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me.

Udall: Ow!

Parker: Step on a nail? Tetanus shot, Dr. Udall?

Udall (pulls a gun): Yes, well... Youíre too late.


[Exterior Train]

(Eliot pushes button to open doors)


[Interior Train]

Udall: People will, uh, have to die.

(Eliot and Hardison enter train)

Udall: Itís the only way to make the government wake up!

Hardison: Everybody off! Heís got a bomb! Get off now!

(people scream and begin running out of the train and down the tunnel)

Udall: I warned them for 40 years... 40 years! And Yemen, 9/11, but theyíre still too slow! An apocalypse is gonna happen, just waiting for some terrorist with the right equipment to find what I found! Some people will die, but itís the only way to make the government wake up! See, you canít stop this!

(holds up his wrist to see open handcuffs Ė the briefcase is gone)

Udall: Uh... What?

(Parker holds up the briefcase as Eliot begins running for Udall. Parker moves away while Udall turns and shoots Eliot. Eliot grabs Udall and disarms him, throwing him down. Hardison kicks the gun away. Eliot and Hardison move toward Parker. They look into the open briefcase at the dirty bomb)

Parker: Can you stop this?

Hardison (to Eliot): Damn, man. Are you okay?

Eliot: Disarm the bomb.

Hardison: Um, I would if I can get to it, but the edges of the glass are wired. Uh, we break that glass, it goes off.

Parker (holds up a diamond): I kept one diamond. Sorry.

Hardison: Babe, all is forgiven.

(Parker opens the glas and Hardison cuts some wires. Udall rouses and sees his gun. Seeing the others occupied, he starts crawling for the gun)

Eliot: Tell me you shut it off.

Hardison: The bomb part is down, but thereís an aerosol failsafe. Itís gonna spray gas full of virus. Th-th-thereís no boom, but thereís enough in there to contaminate the air for the next nearest stops. I mean, I-it gets the city, at least. The whole city, everybody in D.C. Dead.

(Udall fires toward the trio and they dive for cover. Eliot and Parker look at each other and nod. Parker looks at Hardison)

Parker: For luck.

(Parker kisses Hardison, then she and Eliot nod at each other. Parker grabs the briefcase and runs off the train while Eliot runs toward Udall. Hardison goes after Parker, and Udall shoots Eliot in the leg. Eliot reaches Udall and punches him, knocking him out. Hardison continues after Parker, who stops and opens the briefcase)

Hardison: Parker, no! Donít do it! Parker! Parker!

(Parker holds her torch and activates the bomb. As the virus is released, she sets it on fire with the laser. Once itís done, she turns to Hardison)

Parker: Fireís the only thing thatíll kill this thing, right?

Hardison: Yeah. Yeah, thatíll do... thatíll do it. (he pulls her into his arms) Donít do that to me. I canít lose you. Do you understand? I canít lose you. Donít scare me like that.

Parker: Yeah.

Hardison: I canít.


[Exterior Street]

(a parametic is patching up Eliotís gunshot wounds)

Vance: Come on, part-time. For your country. By the time the bureaucrats wake up, Iíll be too late.

Eliot: Yeah, I just met a guy that made that same argument. Couldnít wait for his country to catch up with him. (to parametic) All right.

(the parametic moves away and Eliot stands using a crutch)

Eliot: The thing is, he did what he thought he had to do. (joines Hardison and Parker) Iíll tell you something, Vance. I know firsthand. You become obsessed with beating your enemy, Itís real easy to become him.

Vance: Ahh.

Officer (leading Udall): Come on. Move it along.

Vance: Promise youíll at least consider working with us again.

Eliot: I work with them now.

Vance: Honor among thieves?

Eliot: Something like that. (walks away)

Vance: World can always use some more good guys.

Parker: Yeah, well, too bad weíre the bad guys.

Parker: Youíre shot. You should go to the hospital.

Eliot: I donít do hospitals. (drops crutch)

Hardison: I told you. He takes getting shot very lightly.

The End

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