FADE IN

EXT.-OCCUQUAN PARK, MARYLAND, 0645hrs- DAY

A car is parked by a boat ramp near a lake. A second car comes and has parked. PHIL HAMMERSLY exits his car with his dog. The camera shows two other people.

HAMMERSLY: (to dog) Go on, look at that ball. Go on, go get that ball!

HAMMERSLY throws a tennis ball and the dog chases after it. At the other car, the back window winds down to show THOMAS REYNOLDS on his mobile talking.

REYNOLDS:....There's no problem with that!

REYNOLDS gives HAMMERSLY a small wave. HAMMERSLY sees him.

HAMMERSLY: God damn it!

HAMMERSLY closes his car door and heads to REYNOLDS' car. HAMMERSLY'S dog comes back with the ball.

HAMMERSLY: What the hell are you doing here, this is not the office, this is my private time.

REYNOLDS: Five minutes!

HAMMERSLY: No! I said no tuesday I said no last week and I'm gonna keep saying no till you hear me!

REYNOLDS exits his car and stands up.

REYNOLDS: Five minutes, Mr. Chairman. That's all I ask, five minutes.

The two walk to the bank of the lake. They sit on a fence. REYNOLDS brings a flask.

REYNOLDS: Want some coffee?

HAMMERSLY: I don't want any coffee, l want to play with my dog!

REYNOLDS opens his flask and pours coffee as they talk.

REYNOLDS: Look, I'm not asking you to vote for it, I know you can't. Just release your people. Let them go the way they want.

HAMMERSLY: Telecommunications Security and Privacy Act. Invasion of privacy is more like it. You read the post?

REYNOLDS shakes his head NO.

HAMMERSLY: (cont'd) This bill isn't the first step to the surveillance society, it is the surveillance society.

REYNOLDS: Liberal histeria?

HAMMERSLY: Look, I'm not gonna sit in congress and pass a law that lets the government point a camera and a microphone at anything they damn well please.

HAMMERSLY leaves the wooden fence and walks along the river bank. REYNOLDS follows him.

REYNOLDS: Phil!

HAMMERSLY throws the tennis ball to the dog and the dog chases after it.

REYNOLDS:(cont'd) Look, I don't care who bangs who, which cabinet officials get stoned. But this is the richest, most powerful nation on earth, and therefore the most hated,and you and I know what the average citizen does not, that we are at war twenty-four hours of everyday.

HAMMERSLY: Yeah, yeah, yeah...

HAMMERSLY sits down on a bench.

REYNOLDS: Do I have to itemise the number of American lives we've saved in the past twelve months alone with the judicious use of surveillance intelligence.

HAMMERSLY: Thomas, cut the crap. I've got three major employers in the Seraquez area alone that are just gonna get killed by this bill.

REYNOLDS then sits down on the bench.

REYNOLDS: I promise you funds equal to or greater than whatever those companies gave you last campaign.

HAMMERSLY: I'm not talking about campaign contributions, damn it. I'm talking about my constituence being out of work. Jesus man, wake up. National security isn't the only thing going on in this country. This conversation is over.

HAMMERSLY gets up off the bench. REYNOLDS grabs his jacket arm.

REYNOLDS: I beg you Phil, please don't.

REYNOLDS lets go of the jacket arm.

REYNOLDS:(cont'd) I've been there for you the past haven't I. There were times, personal situations where you needed my personal assistance and my confidence.

HAMMERSLY: Are you blackmailing me you piece of shit?

REYNOLDS: I'm sorry, we can't find a common ground on this one congressman, your a good man, the people of your district are lucky have you representing them.

REYNOLDS has a sip of coffee. HAMMERLSY walks away from the bench with his dog to his car. As he walks to the car another follows him. As HAMMERSLY opens the car door, PRATT comes from behind and stabs him with a needle behind the ear. The dog barks. REYNOLDS looks away, HICKS
looks down.

PRATT lays the body in the car, spreads pills on the floor, releases the hand brake and closes the door. The car rolls down the ramp and into the lake. The dog runs after the car. As the car sinks in the lake, the dog yawns.
 

OPENING CREDITS
 

INT- SILVERBERG & BLAKE, ATTORNEYS AT LAW 1130hrs - DAY

Cut to conference room.

In the conference room are three people. Two clients, EDDIE, and his son, LEO and a lawyer, MIKE.

EDDIE: Let me fight management. Okay, I can accept that. But this is our own God damn union leadership trying to rail road us into signing some sweetheart contract. Look, everybody knows that the mob has been controlling these guys since as long as I remember. And now we got Pintero's goons turning up my people.

As they talk, ROBERT DEAN enters the room.

MIKE: First of all that's an object violation, probably Erico.

As ROBERT DEAN enters, he gives EDDIE a friendly hug and greets LEO with a hand shake and an introduction.

ROBERT DEAN: A Hobbs and Erico. Oooohh..baby don't stop.. Sounds like you guys need a labor
lawyer. What happened?

ROBERT DEAN pours a cup of tea from a fancy teapot.

LEO: We were at Louie's two nights ago, I went to use the bathroom and these two fuckin?giedos jumped me.

ROBERT DEAN: I prefer we use the term "Italian-Americans".

LEO: Yeah, whatever. They were realy going to work on me, until Larry Cash came in and went after them.

EDDIE: Larry Cash is in the hospital, with a broken jaw and a ruptured kidney.

MIKE: Is this turning into a criminal investigation, Robert?

ROBERT DEAN: Nah, it will take years to see that thing through. Besides, these people have families that are living through this everyday.

ROBERT DEAN presses an intercom button as he talks. JULIE, his secretary, enters the room.

ROBERT DEAN: Julie, can you send a case of cianti to a Larry Cash.

JULIE: Larry Cash?

ROBERT DEAN: Yes, he's at St. Lukes, and send some flowers to his wife, Brenda. They're both in the roladex.

JULIE: Yes, Mr. Dean.

JULIE exits the room. ROBERT DEAN puts his cup down and stands up.

ROBERT DEAN: Well, why don't you head on home. I'm your lawyer, I’m in the process of dealing with these giedo mother-fuckers.

MIKE smiles.

ROBERT DEAN: ( cont'd ) Pintero doesn't stand a chance.

ROBERT DEAN and MIKE leave the room, leaving EDDIE and LEO.
 

INT - SAM'S DELI RESTURANT - DAY

ROBERT DEAN and RACHAEL BANKS have lunch with each other in the resturant.

BANKS: So how's the trout?

ROBERT DEAN: It tastes like fish.

BANKS: It is fish.

ROBERT DEAN: No, it tastes like every other fish i've ever had.

BANKS: Okay..

RACHAEL pulls out a yellow envelope with a tape inside.

BANKS: Brill's note said that this is the video tape that you need to convince Pintero with and watch out for the FBI, Brill says that place is under surveillance.

ROBERT DEAN takes the tape.

ROBERT DEAN: So when do I get to meet him?

BANKS: Pintero?

ROBERT DEAN: Brill?

BANKS: Never!

ROBERT DEAN: Okay, um, wow, that's not exactly the answer I was hopin' for!

BANKS: And what was the answer you were hoping for?

ROBERT DEN: I don't know, soon, ahh. definitly sooner then never!

BANKS: Bobby, why do we have to go through this every time? Brill talks to me, I talk to you. The way it works.

ROBERT DEAN: Well, pardon me for being a little uncomfortable with hirin' someone that I don't know and I've never even met!

BANKS: Then don't hire him.

ROBERT DEAN takes a breath and takes out a thick envelope.

ROBERT DEAN: Ten thousand dollars, and I'm also a little uncomfortable having to carry that kind for cash around.

BANKS: Well that should lighten your load.

ROBERT DEAN: I don't know if its Brill's prices going your or your commisson.

BANKS: I take fifthteen percent as always. Brill's fee varies with the risk. Maybe you be more comfortable using someone else.

ROBERT DEAN: Other than Brill?

BANKS: Other than me!

ROBERT DEAN: What's wrong with you?

BANKS: Ohh, there's nothing wrong with me. Just you know someone whom you don't have a complex a history.

ROBERT DEAN: I like our history, and I like you.

BANKS: I like you too.

ROBERT DEAN: I just want to make sure that I'm not breaking the law in any way.

BANKS: You're not.

ROBERT DEAN: And how can I be so sure?

BANKS: Because I wouldn't let you.
 

INT - PINTERO SOCIAL CLUB 1426hrs - AFTERNOON

Cut to kitchen.

ROBERT DEAN, PINTERO and his goons are watching the video.

ROBERT DEAN: So, Mr. Pintero, the guy on the left is Carl Matthew, president of local sixty-six fifty. And this is Dave Eurly, secretary treasurer of the National.

PINTERO wipes his mouth with a napkin.

ROBERT DEAN: (cont'd) Oh, right there, you see that guy! That's Hue Simmick, he administers the pension club. Your gonna recognise this fella right here...

ROBERT DEAN pauses the tape with the screen showing PINTERO's face.

ROBERT DEAN:(cont'd)... That's you, I'm a correct Mr. Pintero?

PINTERO: That ain't me.

PINTERO'S goons laugh.

ROBERT DEAN: Lets watch a little more of this.

ROBERT DEAN unpauses the tape.

ROBERT DEAN: Ohh.... Here comes a great shot.

ROBERT DEAN pauses the tape again.

ROBERT DEAN: That's not you?

PINTERO: That ain't me!
 
 

ROBERT DEAN laughs.

ROBERT DEAN: That's actually really good news for me, it lifts a huge weight offa my shoulders. Because the conditions of your paroll specifically forbid you from having any contact of any kind with any union officials.

PINTERO: I know that!

ROBERT DEAN: Well, I'm saying, so hypothetically, had that been you, I mean you would be heading back to prison fifthteen, I don't know, maybe twenty years, even more. But that ain't since you elequently put it.

PINTERO: Are you fucking with me? Elequently? Look, that's not me.

ROBERT DEAN: Oh that's not you. Well, I'm sorry that I've wasted your time gentlemen, since that's not you.

ROBERT DEAN gets out of his seat and ejects the tape out of the player.

ROBERT DEAN: Oh, you know what, maybe I'm thinking, maybe I'll just take this tape past the federal prosecuter, they got great vcrs down there, sometimes they can see things we can't see.

PINTERO gets out of his seat and walks up to ROBERT DEAN. PINTERO takes the tape off him.

PINTERO: You ain't gonna run this by nobody. What do you want?

ROBERT DEAN: My clients want to vote up or down their contract as they see fit, without, shall we say outside influences.

PINTERO: Okay, sit down!

ROBERT DEAN: No, I'm fine thank you!

PINTERO: No, you are not fine. Now sit your ass down.

ROBERT DEAN sits back down in his seat and PINTERO sits back down.

ROBERT DEAN: I would like my clients to be able to exercise their constitutional rights. And if that happens, that tape will disappear forever into my private collection. Including the Zuppruder film and the porno from Hitler's bunker.

PINTERO'S goons laugh.

PINTERO: You got any copies of this?

ROBERT DEAN: Absolutley!

PINTERO: Who make it, you make them?

ROBERT DEAN: I'm an attorney. I don't make video tapes.

PINTERO: Now you listen to me you fucking eggplant. This fucking video tape may save your clients asses, but you can be God damn sure it ain't gonna save yours. Now who made the fucking video tape?

ROBERT DEAN: I don't know!

PINTERO: How'd you get it?
 
 

ROBERT DEAN: Through an aquantence!

PINTERO and his goons laugh.

PINTERO: Mr. Dean's got aqantences, me, I got friends I don't know. Go outside, see if there are any aqantences that are of the black persasion. Carlos, why don't you get out of the chair, to talk to Mr. Dean.

PINTERO sends one of his goons outside and swaps seats with CARLOS.

PINTERO: Who's your fucking aquantence?

ROBERT DEAN doesn't answer.

PINTERO: Listen to me, I want to know and I want ot know in a week, or I'll kill ya.

EXT - PINTERO SOCIAL CLUB - AFTERNOON

ROBERT DEAN meets one of PINERO'S goons.

GOON: Hey, smile!

ROBERT DEAN: What?

GOON: Smile for the FBI!

The GOON puts up his middle finger and laughs. The FBI angents look through a window and taking photos. ROBERT DEAN enters his car.

FBI AGENT #1: Who's the black guy?

FBI AGENT #2: I don't know, but he doesn't look Italian to me. Does he?

Another agent laughs.

FBI AGENT #2: Table Hortas to one zero one, we got a blue over coat heading east.

ROBERT DEAN looks out of his car window.

FBI AGENT #2: Give me a loose one, see if we can get his plates.

The FBI AGENTS take a photo of the plates.

EXT - OCCUQUAN PARK, MARYLAND 1507hrs - AFTERNOON

Police, fire and ambulance vehicles surround the lake with reporters all over the place.

FIELD REPORTER #1: I'm standing by, live at the Occuquan reservoir, where police and fire officials are in the process of removing a classic Mercedes, owned by congressman Phillip Hammersly of Seraquez, New York.

FIELD REPORTER #2: This accident comes at a very untimely juncter since the congressman was working on a contreversial piece of legislation, Dale, opposing the Telecommunications Security and Privacy Act.

The camera cuts to BINGHAM in officer gear. On the other side of the lake a van drives past.
 
 

FIELD REPORTER #1: Fire officals do tell me the the congressman was by himself in the car, we have confirmed that but strangely enough, his favorite dog, Bod is currently with police.

BINGHAM sees the van pull up to a box.

FIELD REPORTER #3: I understand that there was a history of heart problems.

DANIEL ZAVITZ exits the van and heads for the box. BINGHAM takes a sip of coffee.

FIELD REPORTER #2: There was in fact a history of heart problems, in fact the congressman endured open heart surgery just a couple of years ago.

ZAVITZ opens the box. BINGHAM is watches him.

FIELD REPORTER #4: Homocide investigators have told that they did find a bottle of pill in his lap. That might mean that the congressman and I speculate here may have suffered a heart attack before going into the Occquan reservoir.

FIELD REPORTER #3: He leaves behind a family of four.

FIELD REPORTER #4: We'll have more details as the story develops.

As the FIELD REPORTERS talk, ZAVITZ takes out a video camera and replaces the video tape inside the camera. BINGHAM is worried. ZAVITZ returns to his van and drives off. BINGHAM moves to get a view of the vans plates and dials a number a number on his mobile.

BINGHAM: I need a ten twenty seven on a brown and tan seventy five DMC Jimmy, DC tags eight kilo six three nine four, I need a ten twenty eight on a registered owner.

INT - National Security Agency - AFTERNOON

We see HICKS walking on a catwalk and down some stairs. The agency is full of people and computers. HICKS presses his thumb on a scanner and enters REYNOLDS' office, REYNOLDS is on the phone.

REYNOLDS: Dick, please do not give me optimistic numbers, I hate optimism, I want to know how many votes we have in the bank aren't going to change our minds everytime the wind blows... Thank you!

REYNOLDS hangs up the phone. HICKS picks up a remote and points it to a screen. He pulls up a file on ZAVITZ.

HICKS: We may have a problem down at the lake. This is Daniel Zavitz, he's a nature photographer with some government grants, one of them is for monitoring migratory patterns of Canadian Geese or lack thereof. The box is called a 'hide', It contains a motion-activated digital video camera with a compound lense, It was aimed directly at the boat ramp across the lake.

REYNOLDS gets out of his seat and looks out his window. There is a reflection of a big TV screen outside.

REYNOLDS: We need two taxies with full electronic capabilities, two Humpdy Dumbdies. Get Fiedler to organise it, and call Kramer to get us some ex-military cutouts.
 
 

HICKS: How do I discribe the project?

REYNOLDS turns around and sits back down.

REYNOLDS: Call it a training op, post adhere, setup a link with the NRO.

HICKS: That's good.

REYNOLDS: Ballsify FBI approval and none of this goes behind our team and get that video tape.

HICKS: Of course!

REYNOLDS: Get a wire on our bird watcher.

HICKS: You got it!

REYNOLDS makes another phone call.HICKS leaves the office.
 

INT - KENT ISLAND INTERCEPT STATION - SAME DAY

The camera cuts between HICKS and FIEDLER.

HICKS:(VO) Fiedler, it's Hicks. I need an intercept on a Daniel Leon Zavitz, two zero two, five five five, zero one zero eight.

FIEDLER writes the number down.

FIEDLER: What's our authorisation?

HICKS: We're callin' it a P one training op, FBI approval.

INT - NSA DEBRIEFING ROOM 1533hrs - AFTERNOON

BINGHAM, HICKS AND PRATT are interviewing two people, KRUG and JONES.

KRUG: Krug and Jones sir. We were with the twenty-second marine expeditionary unit, Kramer sent us.

BINGHAM: Nice hair cut!

HICKS:(to JONES) Thirty months at a federal penetenary in Maryland, Illonis for a DVH one on your denary, what's all that about, sergent?

JONES: The guy was an asshole sir and he deserved it. If you'll excuse me.

INT - ZAVITZ apartment - AFTERNOON

ZAVITZ is on his computer, watching his conservation video. He over hears a news report and finds footage of something interesting.

ZAVITZ: Fuck a duck. Holy shit!

ZAVITZ picks up his phone and dials a number. The camera cuts between ZAVITZ and BLOOM.

BLOOM: News desk!
 
 

ZAVITZ: Lenny, you are not going to believe what I have in my possession.

BLOOM: Zavitz, long time.

ZAVITZ: Lenny, I've go the Phil Hammersly murder on video tape.

BLOOM: Phil Hammersly died of a heart attack.
 

ZAVITZ: Negative, Hammersly was professionaly wasted under the direction of some anal retentive with what looks like a serious viatmin D defiency.

HICKS is easily angered by it. FIEDLER listens in.

BLOOM: How did you get the tape?

ZAVITZ: My conservation study at the lake photographed the murder.

BLOOM: You're kidding me!

ZAVITZ: The camera was aimed straight at the peir, right where Phil Hammersly was killed.

FIEDLER picks up a mobile and dials.

BLOOM: How fast can you get that tape over here?

ZAVITZ: I'm making a copy right now!

INT. -  REYNOLDS' office - DAY

REYNOLDS is on the phone, talking and hears his mobile go off.

REYNOLDS: Mark, I have to take this, good, thank you. Call if you need anything.

REYNOLDS presses a button and then suddenly a series of beeps then followed by a long beep.

REYNOLDS: Fiedler, is this line secure?

FIEDLER: Yes it is sir!

REYNOLDS: Go ahead.

FIEDLER: Zavitz is speaking to a Lenny Bloom, a former anti-war activist. He publishes a variety of left-wing newsletters on various political subjects. He's taking the tape to Bloom's office, over.

REYNOLDS: Put a tap on Bloom, and give us a dedicated satellite for this operation.

FIEDLER: It's already done.

FIEDLER hangs up on the mobile.

EXT. - STREET - DAY

ROBERT DEAN is doing some shopping. He is on his cell phone.

ROBERT DEAN: Yeah, so Julie I'll be taking the rest of the day off. I'm gonna finish up my christmas shopping, take my mind off things.
 
 

ROBERT DEAN sees some lingerie in a window of a store called 'RUBY'S'.

ROBERT DEAN: Hey, do chick dig lingerie? (laughs) Alright then, see you in the morning.

ROBERT DEAN enters the store.

INT. -  'RUBY'S' - DAY

In the store, the sales clerks are dressed in lingerie and the store is playing exotic music.

SALES CLERK 1: Hi!

SALES CLERK 2: Hi!

ROBERT DEAN: How you doin'.

He sees another sales clerk and his eye follows her.

SALES CLERK 3: Hi!

ROBERT DEAN is taken by surprise and turns around.

ROBERT DEAN: Hey, hi!

SALES CLERK 3: Can I help you?

ROBERT DEAN: Yes!

SALES CLERK 3: Do you see something you like?

ROBERT DEAN: Ahh... I'm married.

Shows his wedding ring.

SALES CLERK 3: That's allowed!

ROBERT DEAN: I just need a christmas present.

SALES CLERK 3: For your wife?

ROBERT DEAN: Yes, yes, of several years, yes!

SALES CLERK 3: So you want some lingerie for your wife?

ROBERT DEAN: Yes, yes, I would!

SALES CLERK 3: Do you like Christian Dior?

ROBERT DEAN: Ya know, I have to be really honest with you, um, I'm not really experienced in this.

SALES CLERK 3: Get out of town!

ROBERT DEAN: I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm experienced...

SALES CLERK 3: Yeah!

ROBERT DEAN: ...from a certain perspective...

SALES CLERK 3: Right!

ROBERT DEAN: ...I just don't want to come in here and look stupid...

SALES CLERK 3 laughs.

ROBERT DEAN: Too late!

SALES CLERK 3: Hahahahahaha, yeah, what size?

ROBERT DEAN: I'm sorry?

SALES CLERK 3 stares at him.

ROBERT DEAN: Oh, my wife. She's about...

Points to a woman's butt.

SALES CLERK 3: Size six!

ROBERT DEAN: Yeah, right, shhhhhe's a six.

SALES CLERK 3: Right, and what about cup size?

ROBERT DEAN: Um!

The SALES CLERK points to her breasts. ROBERT DEAN looks at them.

ROBERT DEAN: Ohh, she's way bigger than that! I mean not noticably!

SALES CLERK 3: Opps!

ROBERT DEAN: Shoulda gotten her a watch!

INT - ZAVITZ's apartment - DAY

ZAVITZ is in the middle of making a copy of the video. His next door neighbour, RUTHIE knocks on the door.

RUTHIE: Hello! It's me Ruthie...

ZAVITZ: Shit!

RUTHIE:... they've disconnected my phone again.

ZAVITZ: Mine's not working either, I think it's a problem with the line.

On the other side of the door, RUTHIE turns around to PRATT and KRUG. PRATT tells RUTHIE to continue.

RUTHIE: Umm, let me borrow some change for the payphone, man!

ZAVITZ grabs some coins and heads to a door. He opens the door to see RUTHIE on the other side and bellow her PRATT and KRUG. The two load their guns. ZAVITZ quietly closes the door and
looks out the window to see BINGHAM and RYMES.

He picks up his phone and it is disconnected, he tries his fax phone and it is also disconnected.

RUTHIE: Danny! Open the door!

ZAVITZ puts on a jacket and a beanie.

RUTHIE: Come on, man!

ZAVITZ: Ahhh, one minute!

KRUG: I'm goin'

KRUG begins to pick the door lock.

ZAVITZ: Come on! Come on!

The camera cuts to the computer screen saying COPY COMPLETE.

ZAVITZ takes out the disk and inserts it into a portable player. KRUG is still picking the lock. ZAVITZ runs out the back door. But is seen by JONES.

JONES: I got him, I got him. He's running.

PRATT and KRUG enter the apartment and head for the back. ZAVITZ is climbing a short ladder and onto the roof.

JONES: Give me real-time imagery coverage at lat thirty eight fifty five, long seventy seven zero zero.

The camera cuts to BEN and SELBY in a Humpdy Dumbdy and FIEDLER at the NSA.

BEN: Got it. Base, this is local patrol, requesting immediate key hole visual tasking, maximum resolution lat thirty eight fifty five, log seventy seven zero zero, over.

FIEDLER types in the co-ordinates into the computer.

FIEDLER: Roger that, I'll need a minute on satellite visual, over.

The camera shows the screen with the words KEY HOLE VISUAL TASKING and TASKING. The camera cuts back on RUTHIE, who is screaming.

RUTHIE: Run, run. Danny, they got guns! RUUUUUNNN!!!!!

PRATT and KRUG are at the back of the apartment with ZAVITZ getting onto the roof. The two see JONES.

KRUG: Where is he?

JONES: He's right there, on the roof!

The camera cuts to a satellite in space, orbiting the earth.

FIEDLER: Okay, satellite imagery coming through.

The camera suddenly show pictures of streets and buildings at high speed. Then cuts to BEN and SELBY.

SELBY: Roger that. Patch visual to my location!

SELBY flicks a switch.

SELBY: Confirm visual. Thank you Mike.

BEN: Air one there?

SELBY: All units, target heading northbound on roof top.

The camera cuts between the sat imagery, the street and the Humpdy Dumbdy.

SELBY: Columbia and Eighteenth requesting immediate visual support, over.

The camera shows a blue helicopter and heads to where ZAVITZ is.

PILOT: Roger that, we have visual.

The camera shows ZAVITZ running across the roof tops with PRATT and KRUG behind him. ZAVITZ jumps onto a stair well on the next building.

SELBY: Everyone he just jumped to the adjacent building.

PRATT and KRUG jump onto te same stair well beind him.

SELBY: All units, he is entering rear entrance of...

BEN : Rear entrance of Captain Ike's.

SELBY: ...Captain Ike's.

PILOT: Roger.

ZAVITZ enters the kitchen where chefs are taming out-of-control fires in their pans. PRATT and KRUG enter at the same place. ZAVITZ enters a double door and through a pool table room. PRATT and KRUG are still behind him. ZAVITZ runs down a flight of stairs, with PRATT and KRUG
following behind him.

SELBY: Air one, Be advised subject exiting front entrance on Columbia.

ZAVITZ runs out of the store and onto the street. He slides over a car bonnet and makes it to the other side. The camera still cuts between the street, sat visual and the H.D.

PRATT: I got him, I got him!

The helicopter zooms past.

SELBY: Target entering, a barber shop.

ZAVITZ enters the barber shop and heads for the back, with PRATT and BINGHAM on his tail. ZAVITZ enters the back and closes a door with the sign KEEP OUT. BINGHAM can't open it and PRATT tries to budge it.

PRATT: Bullshit! We lost him, we lost him!

SELBY: Target seen exiting rear of barber shop, in alley. Follow.

ZAVITZ is now being chased by JONES in an alley. He pushes open a fence door and enter. The fence door closes on JONES, KRUG follows JONES. ZAVITZ enters a door. KRUG and JONES are stuck becase of a barking dog.

BEN: I can't see anything!

SELBY: Air One, we've lost your visual.

Suddenly the sat visual quickly zooms out.

SELBY: We got him!

INT - RUBY'S - DAY

ZAVITZ enters the store from the rear exit. But ROBERT DEAN recognises him.

ROBERT DEAN: Zavitz, Daniel Zavitz.

ZAVITZ looks outside and sees PRATT and BINGHAM. ZAVITZ only way out is the front door.

ROBERT DEAN: It's me, Bobby Dean, we were at Georgetown together. Are you okay?

ZAVITZ: Help me!

ROBERT DEAN hands him a business card. ZAVITZ takes it. The SALES CLERK comes out with a women and has gotten ROBERT DEAN's attention.

SALES CLERK 3: What do think about this one sir?

The women undoes her robe to show the desired lingerie. During that, ZAVITZ puts the portable player into ROBERT DEAN's shopping bag and leaves.

SALES CLERK 3: Yeah, this is Becky. Becky say hi!

ROBERT DEAN: Sorry, can l have one second.

ROBERT DEAN turns around but he can't see ZAVITZ.

EXT - Street - DAY

ZAVITZ runs out of the store and is on the foot path. He heads into PRATT and BINGHAM.

SELBY: Pratt, he's on you at six o'clock. Turn around.

PRATT turns around. When he turns back, he sees ZAVITZ and begins to run.

PRATT: Got him, move, move!

ZAVITZ heads to a person chaining their bike. He pushes the person away and takes the bike and begins to pedal on the road.

BEN: Target northbound, northbound on Cineticut!

PILOT: Okay, got him.

ZAVITZ turns around to a lower part of the road and continues pedaling.

PRATT: Go. Go!

Now PRATT, KRUG, BINGHAM and JONES are chasing him.

BEN: Target switching, target switching. Now heading southbound.

As ZAVITZ pedals down the road, JONES is running on foot behind him. ZAVITZ turns and jumps into another lane with an approaching fire truck. The truck honks at ZAVITZ, but he is ran over by the truck. All traffic stops. Onlookers gather.

BEN: Target is down on Cineticut Avenue, Air One confirmed!

SELBY: Target is down. Target is down permanently.

PRATT and the others head to ZAVITZ body and search for the copy. ROBERT DEAN joins the onlookers.

ROBERT DEAN: What happened?

OLD LADY: A guy on a bike got creamed.

ROBERT DEAN recognizes that it is ZAVITZ.

ROBERT DEAN: Jesus!

ROBERT DEAN leaves.

PRATT can not find the copy. The only thing he finds is ROBERT DEAN's business card. The sat visual zooms out slowly.
 

EXT - DEAN RESIDENCE, GEORGETOWN, 1705hrs - NIGHT

ROBERT DEAN's car enters the garage. He stops the engine and thinks.

INT - of house - NIGHT

In the house, ROBERT DEAN's son ERIC and his friend DYLAN are playing video games.

DYLAN: I'm beating you!

ERIC: Yeah right! Ohhh...you are!

ROBERT DEAN enters.

ROBERT DEAN: Hey, hey!

DYLAN: I'm beating you!

ERIC: No,no. I'm beating you.

ROBERT DEAN wonders why the kids aren't responding.

DYLAN: Hi Mr. Dean!

ROBERT DEAN enters the living area.

ROBERT DEAN: Am I in the wrong house? I'm looking for an eight-year-old boy 'bout yeahy high, kinda looking alledgadly ny son.

ERIC: Nope!

ROBERT DEAN: Mmm..., maybe he's behind the TV?

ROBERT DEAN stands in front of the TV. ERIC and DYLAN are hitting his legs.

ROBERT DEAN: Eric!

ERIC: Dad!

DYLAN: Mr. Dean!

DYLAN and DYLAN continue to hit ROBERT DEAN's legs.

ROBERT DEAN: Eric!

DYLAN: Get out of the way!

ERIC: Get out of the way.

ROBERT DEAN moves out of their way.

ROBERT DEAN: Ohhh... I'm sorry.

ERIC: Are those my christmas presents?

ROBERT DEAN heads to the table and checks the mail.

ROBERT DEAN: Yep! Some of them!

ERIC: Can I open them?

ROBERT DEAN: Yeah, sure. Here you go!

ERIC: Seriously?

ROBERT DEAN: In your dreams buddy. Beat it!

ERIC: Dad!

ROBERT DEAN: Are you staying for dinner tonight, Dylan?

DYLAN: If it's okay with you.

ROBERT DEAN: You got any money?

DYLAN: (to ERIC) Money?

ERIC: He's kidding. I'm gonna stay over at Dylan's okay.

ROBERT DEAN: Did you ask your mother?

ERIC: I was going to, but she's to busy yelling at the TV.

ROBERT DEAN puts the mail down and heads into the kitchen.

CARLA: Well there goes the fourth ammendment...

ROBERT DEAN greets his nanny in the dining room.

ROBERT DEAN: Hey, Marie!

MARIE: Hello, Mr. Bobby!

RODERT DEAN enters the kitchen. He sees CARLA and gives her a kiss, their dog growls and barks.

ROBERT DEAN: (to dog) Hey, you're about a bark and a half from being homeless.

CARLA is watching a CNN interview to CONGRESSMAN ALBERT.

CARLA: Listen to this fascist gasbag!

ROBERT DEAN takes off his jacket.

ROBERT DEAN: Uhhh.. Ohhh!

The camera switches to CONGRESSMAN ALBERT on the TV.

ALBERT: ... and freedom have always existed in a very percurious balance. And when buildings stop blowing up, people's priorities tend to change...

ROBERT DEAN: He's got a point there, sweetie!

CARLA: Bobby!!!

ROBERT DEAN: I mean, who is this idiot?

CARLA: He's talking about ending personal privacy.

ROBERT DEAN heads to the fridge.

CARLA: (cont'd) Do you want your phone tapped?

ROBERT DEAN: I'm not planning on blowing up the country.

ROBERT DEAN opens the fridge and takes out a bag of sealed berries and a jug of juice.

CARLA: How do we know until we've heard all of your dirty little secrets.

ROBERT DEAN: You're just gonna have to trust me!

ROBERT DEAN kisses CARLA.

CARLA: Ohh... I know, we'll just tap the criminals, we'll won't suspend the civil rights of the good people.

ROBERT DEAN: Right!

CARLA: Then who decides which is which?

ROBERT DEAN empties the berries into a blender.

ROBERT DEAN: Honey, I think you should!

CARLA: No, I think you should take this more seriously.

ROBERT DEAN: Honey, I think your taking it seriously for both of us and half the people on the
block.

ROBERT DEAN pours orange juice into the blender and starts the blender. CONGRESSMAN ALBERT is still on the TV.

ALBERT: Tens of millions of foreign nationals living within our borders and many consider the United States their enemy and they see acts of terrorism.....

ROBERT DEAN gets some glasses from the cupboard.

ROBERT DEAN: Do you remember a Daniel Zavitz, we went to Georgetown together?

CARLA: Vaguely!

ROBERT DEAN: I saw him today.

CARLA: How's he doing?

ROBERT DEAN: He's dead!

CARLA:What!?

ROBERT DEAN: Got hit by a fire engine, pretty much in front of my eyes.

CARLA: Oh my god!!

ROBERT DEAN: I ran into him into the store today and he was upset about something.

CARLA: About what?

ROBERT DEAN: I don't know. The last time I saw him, heran out of the store and next time I saw
him, he was dead.

CARLA: Ahhwww...Baby,come here.

CARLA gives ROBERT DEAN a hug.

CARLA (cont'd): I love you so much.

ROBERT DEAN: I love you too sweety!

The two finish hugging.

ROBERT DEAN: Oh, lets not even mention that a gangster had threatened to kill me today!

CARLA: Ha, very funny!

ROBERT DEAN: You think, hilarious.

ROBERT DEAN grabs his shopping. CARLA sees it.

CARLA: Mmmm... What you get me?

ROBERT DEAN: A bowling ball!

CARLA makes a funny face.

ROBERT DEAN: No more of that MS NBC terrorist talk, your scaring the kids.

CARLA makes a little pissed look.

KING (from TV): We’ll be back with your phone calls for Congressman Sam Albert right after this.

INT. NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY - NIGHT

REYNOLDS enters the agency. He takes off his trenchcoat. HICKS meets up with him.

REYNOLDS: Tell me!

HICKS: Zavitz is dead and so is Lenny, the guy from the paper.

REYNOLDS: What about the tape?

HICKS: We found the original in Zavitz’s apartment.

REYNOLDS: The original?

HICKS: There was a copy!

REYNOLDS: There was a copy?

HICKS: I thinks so sir!

REYNOLDS: Any more good news?

HICKS: Yes, it never made it to the news paper, but there was a private sector contact.

As the two talk, they walk up to REYNOLDS?office.

REYNOLDS: Who is that?

HICKS: Several indiscriminates and one primary.

REYNIOLDS: Who?

HICKS: Robert Dean, he’s a DC labor lawyer, lives in Georgetown with his Carla Dean. She works at the ACLU as it happens.

KICKS puts his thumb on a reader and the opens.

REYMOLDS: He could have given it directly to Bob Woodward.

The two enter the office.

INT - REYNOLDS?office - NIGHT

REYNOLDS: Maybe we dodged the bullet. Find out what Dean knows. Make contact.

REYNOLDS sits down at his desk.

HICKS: Yes, sir!

HICKS leaves the office.

REYNOLDS: I hate doing this at Christmas.

REYNOLDS looks at the business card.

INT - HICKS’s CUBICAL - NIGHT

HICKS is talking to FIEDLER on his special cell phone.

HICKS: Fiedler. I need a complete FINCEN applicate and a BRD work up on a Robert Clayton Dean. His social’s nine eight six two six zero nine zero one. Pull up key hole data files, okay!

HICKS hangs up.

INT - DEAN residence - NIGHT

CARLA: Let’s go, let’s get this show on the road!

ERIC AND DILAN run down the stairs with backpacks. The two wear jackets and beanies. ERIC goes to say bye to ROBERT DEAN.

ROBERT DEAN: Eric, just call me in the morning to tell me when to pick you up. If you decide to stay at Dilan’s til the end of the weekend or til the end of this century, your mother and I have discussed it. It will be difficult, initially, but we think we can handle it.

ERIC gives ROBERT DEAN a good bye kiss.

CARLA: Dad’s kidding. He’s gonna miss you just like me.

ERIC and DILAN head to the door. ROBERT DEAN leaves his work and heads to the kitchen and comes out with a bottle of wine.

ROBERT DEAN: (to CARLA) Honey, hurry back. You know what that means?

CARLA: Ah ha, yeah, that your going to be asleep when I get back.

ROBERT DEAN: That only happened one time sweetie.

CARLA closes the door.

INT - NATIONAL SECURITY AGENCY - NIGHT

We see BRIAN walking down a catwlak with a folder in one hand. He walks to FIEDLER and HICKS.

FIEDLER (VO): We’re running a comprehensive database search.

BRIAN walks down a flight of stairs to where FIEDLER and HICKS are.

FIEDLER (VO): Brian did a preliminary analysis and compare centre and came up with some pretty interesting stuff.

BRIAN hands the folder to HICKS.

HICKS: Thanks Brian.

BRIAN leaves. HICKS flicks through the folder and finds a ZIP disk inside. He hands the disk to FIEDLER and inserts it into the drive and opens the file.

HICKS: Proteas his phone bill!

FIEDLER types on the keyboard and the phone list comes up.

HICKS: Who’s he been callin?

FIEDLER types again and comes up with more files.

FIEDLER: Ohh..man, check this one!

HICKS: What?

FIEDLER pulls up the file on RACHEAL BANKS.

FIEDLER: Racheal F. you-know-what Banks. God would I let her ruin my life.