red-flags" to cover.
JACK (V.O.)
It mustve been Tuesday. he was
wearing his "cornflower-blue" tie.
JACK
(listless management speak)
You want me to de-prioritize my
current reports until you advise of
a status upgrade?
BOSS
You need to make these your primary
"action items."
JACK (V.O.)
He was full of pep. Mustve had his
grande latte enema.
BOSS
Here are your flight coupons. Call
me from the road
Crab House painted on its
sides - pulls to a stop. The back doors open from the inside
and Starling is the first one out - well-rested and alert -
hoisting down her equipment bag.
One of the DC policemen, the one whose girth and manner
say hes in charge, watches the woman by the van slip into a
Kevlar vest, drop a Colt .45 into a shoulder holster, and a
.38 into an ankle holster. She straightens
paper
with my signature on it, please?
Thank you.
Crab apples. No grapes this year.
How are you two
getting along out here?
- Everything all right?
- Yes, just fine.
You do remember me?
I Cora Hallet.
Your father leased
this house from me.
Yeah, I remember you.
- Where did this come from?
- It my father.
This belongs here.
That table and braided rug
belong over there.
Poets aren supposed to live
crab-like, is in the far distance.
CAPTAIN VAN METER
If they surrender, dont shoot, if
they dont surrender, then shoot.
PAN BACK TO Troy, faces the CAMERA, CLOSE, scared, then turns
back to the dune and runs a few yards.
Stops and stares, raises his rifle. He aims at the figure on
the horizon.
POV THROUGH RIFLE SCOPE
The Iraqi soldier in the cross hairs. Hear Troys breathing,
loud, as he pulls tr
red.
- Good idea.
Union Square Inn. This is better.
More Arts and Crafts. A Dirk Van Erp lamp,
a Stickley chair. Dont be seduced by chintz.
Excuse me. Miranda,
can I speakto you for a minute?
- Yes. Excuse me.
- Certainly.
Just be one minute.
I just got off the phone
with a Stuart Dunmeyer.
- Stuart Dunmeyer?
- He said you were acquaintances.
Stuart Dunmeyer?
Hes putting millions into restoring
t