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| Father Figure Transcribed by Nobobysgirl |
| (The scene opens in Darien's apartment, Darien, Hobbes, Claire, Alex, The Official, Eberts, and Darien's grandmother are eating a huge feast. Darien sprinkles seasoning on a turkey and brings it to the table. Everybody looks up.) DARIEN''S GRANDMOTHER: Oh, its gorgeous Darien, I couldn't have done better myself! (Darien sits down) DARIEN: Sure ya could gramps, I just wouldn't let ya, Hey uh Chief, ya wanna pour the wine there? (The Official puts down his plate.) THE OFFICIAL: Oh, sure my pleasure, Eberts! (Eberts starts to pour the wine.) DARIEN'S GRANDMOTHER: So, Ms. Monroe, Mr. Hobbes tells me that you answer to him and my grandson? (Alex looks surrprised, then looks at Hobbes. Then Hobbes make an innocent type of face. Darien's grandmother looks at The Official and Eberts.) DARIEN'S GRANDMOTHER: He also tells me that you (The Official) and Mr. Eberts are office managers? (The official and Eberts look at Hobbes.) HOBBES: Oh, no I-I-i just said that you keep things running smoothly at the office, sir. CLAIRE: Madeline (Darien's grandmother), why don't you tell us what your grandson's told you about us? DARIEN'S GRANDMOTHER: Well, that its the most wonderful place he's ever worked! DARIEN: Of course it is the only legit job I ever had. ( All laugh shortly.) DARIEN'S GRANDMOTHER: And that your the most wonderful group of people. (Claire smiles. Darien's Grandmother picksup her glass, everybody esle raises their glass too.) DARIEN'S GRANDMOTHER: Here's to being together, and may it be the first of many times! (All talk simultaneously.) THE OFFICIAL: Here, here! CLAIRE: Here, here! DARIEN: Salud! CLAIRE: Cheers, cheers. (All of a sudden, three men with white overcoats, armed with machine guns bust through the door. Darien stands up, eyerybody looks at the men. The men start shooting. Everybody screams, Claire hits the ground. The men stop shooting and walk out the door. The camera pulls back to show everbody on the ground dead. Then the camera shows Darien sleeping, twsting and turning, grunting. It was a dream. Fade to satic, begining credits.) DARIEN: (voice-over) There once was a tale about a man who could turn invisible. I thought it was only a story, until it happened to me. Okay so here's how it works, theres this stuff called quicksilver that can bend light. Now, my brother and some scientists made it into a synthetic gland, thats where I came in. See, i was facing life in prison, and they were looking for a human experiment. So we made a deal, they put the gland in my head and I walk free. Well, the operation was a sucess, but thats when everything started to go wrong. (Commercial) (Scene starts off in lab. Darien is on the table.) DARIEN: (voice-over) Leo Tolstoy, he once observerd that all happy families resemble one another, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way, which made my family about as unique as it gets. Well what little was left of it. (Claire approaches) [Claire and Darien in the Keeper's laboratory. Darien is seated in the chair waiting for his injection.] Claire: (prepping Darien's arm) All right, all right. Here's one thing. I can understand all of us being there, right? But why your grandmother? You know, I've never really heard you mention her before. Darien: (groans) Oh. It's my dad's mother. After he split, my ma never really kept up the relationship... ah, we'd see her like once a year. Then when my mother died, uh, you know, we just sort of drifted apart. You see, I can not figure out what she was doing in that dream. Claire: Getting killed by the sound of it. Darien: Yeah, but why her? Why not my dad? Claire: How old were you when he left? Darien: (thinks) Uh...Five. Claire: (administers shot) Maybe she's the only one you can picture. You know, he left when you were very young. [Bobby Hobbes enters.] Hobbes: (walking) Fawkes! Darien: Hey. Hobbes: It's happening upstairs. Me and you. Right now. (points down with both hands then snaps and does both thumbs pointing back ) Let's go - move out. Darien: (to Claire) Thanks, Claire. [Darien grabs his jacket and exits with Hobbes. We see Fawkes and Hobbes entering into the Official�s office with Bobby leading. Monroe is seated and has a cast on her arm. The Official sits in his chair. Eberts is standing right of the Official.] Hobbes: We got here right away chief. Fawkes: What�s up? Official: Sit. Hobbes: Are we on an alert or something? [Fawkes and Hobbes sit.] Official: We have a tremendous opportunity ahead of us. Fawkes: Ah. Isn�t that bureau speak for we�re in a crap load full of trouble? Monroe: Shhh! Fawkes: Who made you class monitor? Official: Have any of you ever heard of Forrester Perdue? Fawkes: Hmm. Monroe: No. Hobbes: No sir. Fawkes: Chicken guy? Eberts: Darien, is there any way for you to act like a grownup? Monroe: (smiles) Huh. Fawkes: What? It�s the gland. It brings out the kid in me. Official: Fawkes. Fawkes: Yes sir. Official: Where was I? Eberts: Forrester Perdue. Official: (inhales) Right. Forrester Perdue. For the past thirty years, Forrester Perdue has been hunting assassins on behalf of the Unites States. His 42 confirmed kills over that time � Tekura in Japan, Valdeze in Portugal, and Paul Grave in Yugoslavia. Monroe: And no one�s ever heard of him? Official: No. Or seen him. Fawkes: Hmm� let me guess we�re supposed to find him. Official: Bingo. You got the gold star. Fawkes: Goody. Official: He�s gone over. Hobbes: Dead? Eberts: To the other side. Fawkes: Hmm�now which other side would that be? I mean there�s so many these days I � I just � I keep losing track- Official: It doesn�t matter. He�s a traitor and we have to find him. Track him down and take him out. The NSA has asked our top agencys to supply two operatives each to hunt him down. Monroe: So you�re sending out me and Fawkes? Official: No. Monroe: You�re sending me out with Hobbes? Official: I�m sending Fawkes out with Hobbes. Fawkes: Why don�t we go with uh curtain number three and send out Hobbes and Monroe? I think that�s a really nice combo platter. Official: There�s no denying your individual talents, Monroe. Monroe: So what�s the problem? Official: Exactly that. They�re individual. Fawkes and Hobbes are a well-oiled team. Eberts: Each one anticipates the other�s thoughts. Fawkes: Ping- Hobbes: Pong Fawkes: Kung- Hobbes: Fu Fawkes: In- Hobbes: Out Fawkes: Thai- Hobbes: Food Eberts: We therefore believe they are our best chance to distinguish ourselves. Monroe: Oh, is that dis � tinguish or ex � tinguish? Official: Monroe � you�d be a major help by supplying your expertise in supporting these two. Monroe: Oh. Maybe you would like me to bake cookies! Fawkes: Oh that would be great. I�d like oatmeal because you know what? Because they�re cookies, but they�re good for you. Monroe: Uh huh� Official: Eberts. [Eberts hands Hobbes and Fawkes each a file.] Official: This is all that they could provide us. They think it�s a photograph of Perdue. Hobbes: Sir with all due respect�but as long as I�ve seen the guy � Official: The new prime minister of Azerbijan is arriving in town tomorrow for a state visit. NSA believes that�s where he�s going to make his first move. Hobbes: We�re on it chief. Fawkes: Oh �hey uh�don�t forget� oatmeal, all right? Monroe: You got it. Just watch out for the ground glass. Fawkes: Ouch. [Hobbes whistles �come on let�s go� signal. Fawkes exits. Cut to shot looking down from balcony inside a hotel lobby. Cut to Fawkes and Hobbes.] Hobbes: �Scuse me miss� uh could we have two drafts, please? Waitress: Certainly. Fawkes: Wait, wait - you�re not going to ask for (one)? (the women) ? Hobbes: You can always get a draft. Fawkes: I really�d like a draft right now. I really wouldn�t mind one. Agent#1: Well well well, look what popped out of the clown car. Hobbes: �Scuse me? Do we know you? Agent#1: No. But Agent Jones has told me all about the two of you. Fawkes: Oh really? Hobbes: Ah� Fawkes: How is old Jonesy? We really miss him. Agent#1: Yeah right about as much as he misses you. Hobbes: Oh come on that�s not true. (To Fawkes) Is that a little uh touch of sarcasm he�s got right there? Fawkes: A little bit. Hobbes: Actually, we think about him all the time. Fawkes: Well, not all the time. Five percent of the time, though. Hobbes: Five percent? You think five percent? Fawkes: I think five percent. A good five. Hobbes: Maybe one percent actually but, you know, better than nothing. Agent#1: Gentlemen, meet Fox and Hoabes. Our Ren and Stumpy of the covert corporation. Fawkes: Stimpy. Hobbes: Hobbes. Fawkes: (cracks up laughing). Agent #1: My associate Agent Trotter, Baron Forbes from the Spec Ops, Dennis Carson NSA. (They wave.) Fawkes: Oh, you guys here for the class picture? Agent#1: Ah, Fawkes thinks he�s amusing. Fawkes: Well, it�s an uh opinion shared by lots of people. Agent#1: Well, we were just beginning to coordinate our operation. You guys want to pull up chairs? We�ll make room. Fawkes: Yeah that�s nice. Hobbes: Yeah, well, thanks just the same we got plans of our own thanks. (To Fawkes) Let�s go. Agent#1: Did they fill you in on who this guy is? Hobbes: Yes they did. (toFawkes) Come on. (To Agent#1) Thank you. Fawkes: (To Hobbes) Hey, you know now that he mentions it we might be better off with being in a crowd. Hobbes: Not if we plan on bringing him down, ok? Agent#1: No, there�s no way anyone is going to take this guy one on one. Hobbes: Oh is that right? Watch me. All right? (To Fawkes) Come on let�s go. (To Agents) Take care fellas. [Hobbes and Fawkes exit the room and are making their way out of the building.] Hobbes: What? Fawkes: I got a question. Are you nuts? We need all the help we can get here. Hobbes: What you got a confidence crisis or something? Fawkes: Oh yeah you damn right I am. This guy kills killers. Hobbes: That�s because he�s never run up against Bobby Hobbes, my friend. Fawkes: Yeah, well that�s exactly why Bobby Hobbes is no longer going to be walking around like an over- confident idiot. Hobbes: No an idiot stays with that posse of nitwits and gets picked off. You know what a wise man does? Fawkes: Yeah uh huh he goes home and locks all his doors and windows. Hobbes: No. Let me tell you something - a wise man tries to think like the man he�s hunting, right? Which means we stake out the places where he might make a hit. Huh? And because he never expects anyone could think as cleverly as he does, he gets taken by surprise and he goes down. [Fawkes and Hobbes are now standing outside on a street corner.] Fawkes: That�s it? That�s it, huh? That�s what the old wise man does. Hobbes: That�s correct. Fawkes: Nice. Hobbes: I�d say he�s good to about up for a mile, right? It�s the tallest building in the nearest vicinity. It�s that one there. (points) Fawkes: Yeah it is that one. It�s a big one. Hobbes: That�s right. So that, my friend - this is where we begin. I take the front. You take the back.. Let�s move out. Fawkes: No- no- I- [Hobbes walks towards building leaving Darien standing there shaking his head. Cut to inside building. We see Darien�s face peer out into a dark hallway. His head moves back to original spot where he is hiding.] Darien voice over: I think it was some French scholar who observed that all heroism is due to lack of reflection. Well, my bad luck, I had to catch Hobbes in hero mode. Eh, what the hell, he�ll have time to reflect at my funeral. Hobbes: (through walkie talkie) Fawkes, you in position? Fawkes: Yeah. Hobbes: Hey, trust me my friend, I�m right about this one. Fawkes: Yeah, well actually, I�m kind of hoping you are wrong about this one. Hobbes: Yeah. Tell me that when you�re covered in glory there, pal. Fawkes: Huh? Yeah, covered in old glory? They�re going to put a flag across my coffin there, you know� Oh wait Hobbes�I got someone. Hobbes: I�ll be right there. (down) Fawkes: No, just hold on, alright? Just stay right behind me, ok? Just wanted to be sure it�s him. I�m going to go on in. [Darien Quicksilvers.] Fawkes: Ok, going in the stairwell. [Darien begins following the guy down the hall.] Fawkes: Heading down. Hobbes: Right behind you. Fawkes: �kay, I�m going down into the basement here. I want you to keep a safe distance, alright? [We see a room with machinery, large plumbing. Quicksilvered Darien walks through some smoke that is emitting from a fixture. We see it freeze on his leg. Cut to man grabbing Invisible Darien.] Man with gun: (grabs Fawkes and holds him at gunpoint) Let it go. You hear me? Let it go. (He unclicks the gun and leaves.) [Fawkes returns from invisibility. He gasps for air. Hobbes enters and approaches Fawkes.] Hobbes: Fawkes. Fawkes. Did you see him? Fawkes: Oh yeah. (smiles) He had a gun to my head. Hobbes: Then why didn�t he kill you, Fawkes? (Fawkes leaves room.) Fawkes, why didn�t he kill you? [Fawkes and Hobbes leave building and are walking down the street. Darien has a blank stare on his face.] Hobbes: Ok. Ok. Fawkes, I get it. You�re in a state of shock. All right? There�s nothing wrong with that, I�ve had a gun pointed at my head more than a few times pal, let me tell ya you get used to it. What I want to know is one thing, my friend. Why the hell did you not go transparent? Fawkes: I did. Hobbes: You did? Then how the hell did he see you? Was he was he wearing thermals? What? Fawkes: No. Hobbes: He was not wearing thermals. Did you get a good look at him, Fawkes? Listen to me. Was it Perdue? Fawkes: You know what? There�s something I got to take care of alright? I�ll see you in the morning. [Commercial Break] [We see a car driving up the road in a wooded area. Cut to Darien�s grandma, Madeline.] Madeline: Well, look what the cat dragged in. [Madeline stands. Darien approaches. They face each other.] Darien: Hey grandma. Madeline: I told you you were old enough to call me Madeline. �Cause I sure do hate to be called grandma. Darien: Madeline. Hi-Hi Madeline. Madeline: Would you like some coffee? Darien: Yeah. Some coffee�d be good. Madeline: Here. Take this. I�ve already had half the pot. (She hands him her coffee cup.) So. It�s been a while. Darien: Hmhm. Yeah, it has. (He slurps coffee then holds up cup and smiles.) Good coffee. Madeline: What brings you out here? Darien: Oh, I don�t know, I thought I just felt like dropping by, you know? Madeline: Right. At five thirty in the morning. Darien: I�m an early bird kind of guy grams, you remember that? Madeline: Oh come on, Darien. You and I haven�t been close for many years. I don�t feel guilty about it - neither should you. (She pauses.) You have something to ask me. Why don�t you just come right out and ask? Darien: All right. Does the name Perdue mean anything to you? Madeline: Why do you ask? Darien: It has to do with my job. But it does, doesn�t it? That � that name means something to you, am I right? Madeline: As a matter of fact�it does. [We see Darien driving his car down the road. He pulls over and stops. He finds Hobbes leaning on his van, Golda. Hobbes is whistling a tune.] Fawkes: So you followed me. Hobbes: I did. Now you want to explain to me what the hell�s goin� on? Fawkes: Well uh no. I don�t know what the hell�s goin� on. Hobbes: Explain it anyway. [Cut to pan up shot of Fawkes and Hobbes walking on a road.] Fawkes: Did I ever tell you about my dad? Hobbes: No. I don�t recall you ever mentioning it, no. Fawkes: He split when I was five. Left my ma high and dry hanging with me and Kevin. Hobbes: Do you remember anything about him? Fawkes: No. Not much really. What I do, I don�t really like. He was a small time thief. Hobbes: Did you do time? Fawkes: Not that I know of. Hell, even while he was around it was all hand to mouth. Yeah I was figurin� he would never make a squirrel worth talking about. Hobbes: And then nobody ever heard from him again. Fawkes: It�s like he disappeared off the face of the earth. The whole time I was growing up, you know, I always felt this strange attachment. I mean, you know, there I was, you know, bein� the same kind of two bit burglar I always figured him for. It�s like I had- something mapped up in my genetic code. Like father like son, like that? Hobbes: Ok alright, so now I got yet another inside into your twisted psyche. What the hell�s that got to do with the price of tomatoes? Fawkes: The guy we�re huntin�? Forrester Perdue? Hobbes: Mm Hmm. Fawkes: The most proficient assassin the government�s ever seen? The guy who coulda killed me last night, but decided instead just to walk away? Hobbes: Ok. Is there a point we�re gettin� to here? What? Fawkes: The lady that lives back there. It�s my grandma. My dad�s ma. Guess what her maiden name is? Hobbes: I don�t I- I don�t know. Fawkes: Perdue. Forrester Perdue is my dad. Hobbes: (thinks) Hm. [Fawkes and Hobbes are in the Official�s office confronting the Official.] Official: What possible difference could it make where the case came from? Fawkes: Did you ever notice how he answers a question with a question when no one asked you? Hobbes: Oh yeah, he�s a master. Fawkes: Oh yeah well I got an idea. How about this time you forget the quid pro quo and give me the damn information. Official: Quid pro quo�Ho ho ho-. Look who�s suddenly becoming a barrister. Fawkes: Ha ha. That�s great. Would you stop it with the one liners? Official: Excuse me, what did you say? Fawkes: You heard me. Official: For the past year you have abused this Agency like you were auditioning for the Jay Leno show. Now you have the temerity to admonish me? You got some chutspa. Hobbes: It�s uh hutspa, sir. Official: What? Hobbes: The word is pronounced hutspa. Official: Chutspa. Fawkes: Look, can we get to the bottom line here? I mean that�s you right? Mister Bottom Line, at least that�s the impression you like to give? Official: Fine. What�s the bottom line? Fawkes: You want this Perdue guy found? Done. We�re on his trail. We can find him. I just want to know where we can take him down. Official: Why? Fawkes: Can�t tell you that. Official: Are you absolutely sure you can find him? Fawkes: Absolutely. Official: Bobby, you as sanguine about this as your partner? Hobbes: Absolutely sir. Official: All right then. His name is Malachi Royce. Very high up in the United States security agency. Fawkes: That�s where the tip came from? Official: No it�s more than a tip. Royce was Perdue�s handler. So the information is valid. [Fawkes and Hobbes look at each other. Cut to Monroe and Hobbes in the van sitting in front of the computer.] Hobbes: What? Monroe: Drop it. Hobbes: Tell me. Monroe: No, forget about it. Hobbes: What�s the difference? Monroe: No. Hobbes: What would it hurt you? Tell me how you get some of this stuff. Monroe: It wouldn�t matter. Even if you knew you still wouldn�t be able to get it. Hobbes: Oh, because you�re female? Is that what you�re saying? Monroe: No. It�s about relationships, Bobby. It�s all about relationships. Besides, the programs are a bitch to run. Hobbes: Is that right? Monroe: Mm Hm. Hobbes: Well, they�re not a problem for Bobby Hobbes. Monroe: Oh yeah? Hobbes: Hmm. Monroe: Knock yourself out. Hobbes: Don�t mind if I do. [Hobbes types on the computer. Cut to computer screen pulling up a floor plan of the hallway. Cut to Monroe.] Monroe: I�m impressed. Hobbes: Hmhmhm. Thank you. A lot of people got data underestimating Bobby Hobbes. Monroe: I�ll try not to make that mistake again. Hobbes: Yeah. Good. Fawkes: (through speaker) Hey kids, um� Monroe: Would you like to lead him through? Hobbes: (politely) Oh, uh be my guest. Monroe: All right. I got you, Fawkes. Fawkes: Hey, is this corridor okay? Monroe: No good no good. No, try the other door. [Door opens. Darien is invisible.] Fawkes: Hm. Ok. How�s this one? Hobbes: No. No good Fawkes. They got motion detectors in there. Monroe: Ok. There�s only one corridor left. [Invisible Darien opens door.] Fawkes: Maybe there�s one with the yellow brick road. Monroe: All right. This one has pressure plates. Fawkes: Where? Monroe: Give me a second. [Monroe types. Bobby nods, impressed with Monroe�s computer skills.] Hobbes: Hmm. Very nice. Where�d you learn to do that? Monroe: Home Ec. Fawkes: What am I supposed to do how? Monroe: I�ll tell you where to jump to avoid the plates. Hobbes: Come on, Fawkes, like you�re playin� hopscotch in the school yard. Fawkes: I�m gonna need to see where I�m landing. Monroe: Ok, so unquicksilver then jump to your left diagonally about a foot. [Darien unquicksilvers and opens door. Cut to corridor. Darien jumps with effort.] Monroe: Jump to your right diagonally two feet. [Darien jumps with effort.] Monroe: Okay, listen up. Jump a foot towards middle, another foot forward, then six inches to the left. [Darien jumps with effort.] Monroe: Great! Now, make your way to opposite wall with two broad jumps. [Darien jumps with effort.] Monroe: Then diagonally two feet back to opposite wall ending up at our target doorway. [Darien jumps with effort. He makes it to the doorway, quicksilvers and opens the door. He enters to retrieve the file.] Fawkes: I got it. Monroe: Ok. Good. Now get the hell outta there. [Darien unquicksilvers. Darien jumps with ease like playing hopscotch. Then, tired he sits in chair.] Fawkes: Oh, God. [Alarm sounds.] Fawkes: Oh crap. [Cut to Monroe and Hobbes listening on headsets in van.] Monroe: Oh crap. [Monroe and Hobbes remove their headsets and race toward the building. Cut to hallway. We see agents running in. One points a gun at Darien. With his other hand, he listens through an earpiece to his superior�s instructions.] Agent: Hold it right there, buster! Fawkes: Buster? Agent: Just keep you hands where we can see them. (listens) Yes sir� Fawkes: Ah, come on, you don�t have to call me sir. Agent: Yes sir. Fawkes: Really, I�m serious. Agent: Yes sir. (To Darien) You�re free to go. Fawkes: What? [Darien stands and walks out. Cut to outside in front of building. Monroe and Hobbes are running to meet him.] Monroe: What happened? Fawkes: Ah, I showed them my badge and they let me go. Hobbes: They search you? Fawkes: Ah, that�s a negative. Hobbes: There�s something wrong there. Monroe: Hey, anyone ever tell you not to look a gift horse in the mouth? Hobbes: Yeah, it�s the same guy that told me there�s no such thing as a free lunch. Fawkes: Kids, can we � can we just get back to the office here, please? Hobbes: Never had a gift horse. I�d like a horse. [Cut to inside Royce�s office. He is seated at his desk writing. An Agent enters.] Agent: Mr. Royce. Royce: He gone? Agent: Yes sir. Royce: What did he take? Agent: The files on Forrester Perdue. Royce: Ok. So he knows. Follow him. See where he takes us. Once that�s clear, we kill him too. [Commercial Break] Darien Voice Over: George Goebel once observed that he spent his life feelin� like the whole world was in tuxedoes and he was stuck wearing brown shoes. Yeah, well that�s pretty much my reaction watching this group run computers. Eh, on the other hand, I�d doubt it if any of them can pick a twelve tunda lock while holdin� a maglite in their mouth. Monroe: All right. The point of this exercise is to cross check Mason Fox�s arrest record with Perdue�s alleged hits. Now it says here on December 17th 1972, Mason Fox served fifteen days for petty theft. Keeper: Check. Perdue was in Belgrade serving as an embassy liason, same period. Hobbes: Kurt MacDowell. Shot and killed December 27th. One shot from a high- powered rifle. Monroe: Ok. The next entry for Mason Fox is August of �73. Keeper: Perdue was on temporary duty in Italy. Same three week period. Hobbes: Got it. Danielle Sabatini. Top hit man for the Brigadelarosa. One shot from a high-powered rifle believed to be fired from a half a mile away. The guy�s fantastic. Monroe: February �74. Keeper: Perdue was in Turkey, Istanbul, same period. Hobbes: Then Mustafa ben Godot was killed, head of the terrorist squad. Fawkes: Ah, let me guess. One shot from a high-powered rifle? Hobbes: Give this man a cigar. Monroe: But after that there�s no more entries on his rap sheet. Fawkes: No they wouldn�t be my- father disappeared in May �74. Keeper: Ok. So maybe it�s time to share your suspicions with the Official. Fawkes: No. No way you�re gonna yank me right off of this case. Keeper: That�s not such a bad idea. Fawkes: Yes it is a bad idea. Look, and if you say anything- Monroe: Don�t even bother to say it. If you want to chase family ghosts, that�s your business. Keeper: Ok, Darien� when you finally meet him � it�s going to be very difficult. Maybe we-we should just talk about what it�s going to be like. Fawkes: Oh my God� Hobbes: She�s got a point there. Fawkes: Don�t � look, will you forget the point. My father just graduated from a two bit thief, alright, to a killer. Ok, if I�m gonna talk about it to anyone it�s gonna be him. Hobbes: Then you�re not goin� alone. Fawkes: Hobbes, forget it. Hobbes: Like she said, don�t even bother to say it. Or I�ll let the chief know what you�re up to. Fawkes: Like hell you would. Hobbes: Try me. Fawkes: Ok. Let�s go. [Cut to tape recorder inside of Golda.] Voice on tape: The thing we must remember is that the way to inner peace lies not in the stars but in ourselves. Find the place� [Hobbes looks through binoculars. Cut to Darien and Madeline walking in orange orchard. She sniffs an orange and tosses it to him.] Madeline: So why after all these years you want me to drag out the family album? Darien: I don�t know. It just- seems like the right time, you know. Madeline: Darien, you�re like your mother. She had difficulty with lying too. Darien: I�ll have you know, I�m a damn good liar. I mean grams, you�re forgetting I was a thief? You remember that? Madeline: Yeah. Stealing is a skill. Lying�s an art. Your mother was a good woman. I was always sorry that we didn�t stay closer after your father left. Darien: Oh. Madeline: I always suspected she somehow blamed me for your father�s leaving. As if I could have done anything to prevent it. Darien: Did he ever tell you why he left? Madeline: He never said much of anything. Close mouthed man, your father. Do you ever miss him? Darien: Nah, not much. [Through target barrel, we see pan from Bobby inside van to Darien and Madeline walking back from orchard. Cut to Darien and Madeline inside house. They are seated in the living room.] Madeline: He was never the same after he came back from Vietnam. Not that he was ever more talkative than a turtle, but he had this look. Darien: Thousand yard stare? Madeline: No. It was different. But everytime I saw him he had this thing� Darien: What about the, uh, crime and stuff? Madeline: I didn�t believe it. I had raised Mason. There was no way he was going to become some petty criminal. Darien: Trust me. It happens. Madeline: Not to my son. Anyway, one day I heard he�d left your mom, left his family. Vanished from the face of the earth. And there�s never been a day since he disappeared that - I haven�t missed him with all my heart. Darien: Oh. It�s ok, grams. [Hobbes is sitting in the driver�s seat. He sees two agents approaching the house with handguns. Cut to target barrel shot of Hobbes leaving the van with gun and moving toward them. Chase music begins. They shoot. Hobbes whistles. Darien looks out. Darien runs toward Hobbes.] Fawkes: Hey, who are those guys, huh? Hobbes: The guy just shot at me. Fawkes: Yeah. Good guys? Hobbes: Not likely. [Car chase begins. Hobbes is driving behind a black government car.] Hobbes: Brace yourself there, Gumby. Darien: What is going on here, man? Golda is running like the batmobile, huh? Hobbes: You like that, huh? Darien: I love that, what is it? Hobbes: I appropriated the Official�s charge number. Entered it as research and development for the QSI and Beyond project. Darien: Well, it�s nice, it�s uh very inventive there, Mr. Edison. Hobbes: Eberts showed me how to do it. Fawkes: Nice. [They are driving too close to a truck full of bales of hay.] Hobbes: Oh, whoa whoa whoa. Fawkes: No� go go go Hobbes: Hang on hang on (Bobby laughs. He swerves around a truck and an oncoming 18-wheeler.) Ha Ha Whoa! That is not a problem for Bobby Hobbes. Fawkes: Very nice. (nods) Very nice. Hobbes: Are you ok there? Fawkes: Oh yeah I�m very great. Yeah, just uh, you know, next time there, uh, remind me to bring a change of underwear there. Hobbes: Me too. [They each stop and get out of their vehicles. Fawkes and Hobbes approach the headquarters only to retreat from gunfire.] Hobbes: It was a trap. [More gunfire between the agents and Hobbes.] Fawkes: Ok, maybe we should give ourselves up. Hobbes: I don�t think capturing us is what they had in mind. [A boom sounds. One agent from top of stairwell falls. Two more booms sound, each knocking an agent from their post.] Fawkes: Those were different booms. Hobbes: Big booms. [Hobbes peeks out from behind Golda with his gun ready.] Fawkes: Hold hold hold on hold on. [Man with rifle emerges from tall grass. He approaches them.] Fawkes: That�s him. Perdue: Let�s save the reunion for later. Right now thanks to you your grandma is in a world of trouble. How about we go save her and then we talk? [Commercial break] [We see Golda zooming down the highway. Cut to Perdue, Fawkes, and Hobbes inside van.] Perdue: I was a sniper in Nam. First thing in my life I was ever really good at. When the war ended, they asked me if I wanted to keep doing it. I figured what the hell. Fawkes: Great. What the hell. They even let you get married and have kids, huh? Perdue: Nobody said I couldn�t have a normal life. Guess they figured it was obvious. Once my cover was blown, it got obvious quick. Hobbes: The government would have taken care of you, right? Like a kind of witness proection program? Perdue: Nah, it was too risky. I couldn�t even tell his mother. Any knowledge and they all would have been vulnerable. Fawkes: Guess that brings us up to now. Perdue: That it does. This guy Malachi Royce- Hobbes: Your handler. Perdue: Yeah right. He ordered me to kill an American. Fawkes: Who? Why? Perdue: It doesn�t matter. Fawkes: And I guess you told them no, huh? Perdue: Well, up to a fashion. I told him to screw himself. Next thing you know I�m on the run and everybody�s belivin� him. [Hobbes laughs. Cut to Golda moving down a country road. Cut to Official�s office. Eberts and the Official are speaking to the Keeper and Monroe.] Official: So you haven�t heard from him. [Cut to Monroe and Keeper.] Keeper: No, I � no sir. Official: Hm. Someone told me � they saw Fawkes in the building this morning. Monroe: Someone was wrong. Official: And he didn�t stop by to see you? Keeper: No. Official: Or you? Monroe: Nope. Official: Hmm. Eberts. What�s the question I�m not asking? Eberts: Would you both be willing to submit to a polygraph test? Keeper: Albert? What kind of a question is that? Official: Oh, I�d say a very pertinent one. Keeper: I have never given you the slightest reason to doubt my word. Eberts: Ah. True enough. However, you are currently in close proximity to a woman who is trained to lie. Monroe: Yes�among other things, Eberts. Keeper: So you�re suggesting that I�ve become a prefabricator by osmosis. Official: Perhaps. Keeper: Oh sir, come on� please, forget it. Official: But you still haven�t consented whether or not you�re going to take the lie detector test. Keeper: Oh, I�ll be happy to take it � while I�m writing out my resignation. Come on Alex, let�s go reapply our lip gloss. I�ll do yours because of your arm and everything. Monroe: Thank you. [The Keeper and Monroe leave. Cut to the Official and Eberts.] Eberts: I think that went rather well, sir. I know. I�ll shut up. Official: Smart move. [Cut to van with Perdue, Fawkes and Hobbes. We see the van approach and stop. Hobbes looks through binoculars.] Hobbes: Outside there�s one on the porch one on the other side of the house- both wearin� thermals. Fawkes: Ah crap. Hobbes: Inside I can�t tell. Perdue: Give me your cell phone. Fawkes: You got a cell phone? Hobbes: Yeah sure. Fawkes: That�s a good one. Perdue: (dials) Royce. I understand you want to make a trade. Me for her. That fair enough? Good. (hangs up) Look- about your vanishing act� Fawkes: Yeah. What about it -how -you�re pretty curious. How�d you know about that? Perdue: Just because I wasn�t here doesn�t mean I wasn�t interested. Fawkes: Yeah, I do I got a vanishing act but it�s no good here. They got thermals. Perdue: Why? Fawkes: Well, they can see me. I mean the stuff that I do my act with- it�s very chilly and well it�s � it�s very complicated. (To Hobbes) Can you- Hobbes: Take his word for it. They�ll see him. Fawkes: Yeah. Perdue: Don�t worry about that we can get around that. You wait for my signal you do the act you get your grandma outta there. Fawkes: Wait wait wait. What signal? What are you talking about? Perdue: You�ll see it. [Perdue exits van.] Fawkes: Oh, we�ll see it. Freakin� John Wayne. My dad�s John Wayne. [Perdue walks up to the house with arms extended hands up. Fawkes and Hobbes exit the van. Cut to inside house where agents are armed and ready at window. Cut to view of them approaching through thermals. Perdue pulls gun and fires at gasoline tank while dropping to ground. Agents inside are thrown back from glare. Cut to Fawkes quicksilvering as he runs toward the house.] Agent at window: Surround the old lady and get her out of here. Agent #2: Ok, let�s go. [Agent#2 gets punched out by Invisible Darien. He fights off two more agents with a fire poker. Hobbes enters.] Hobbes: (points gun) All right. Show�s over guys. Drop �em and raise �em. Let�s go. [An agent grabs Madeline and holds her at gunpoint.] Agent: Ok, stay where you are and she keeps getting her Social Security. Hobbes: You�re not getting out of here. Agent: And tell your partner not to try anything. [Cut to outside. Agent and Madeline walking outside.] Agent: All right. We�re going right over there. Stick with me. Easy. [Cut to Fawkes and Hobbes at door. Fawkes unquicksilvers. Madeline and Agent are making their way to the car. Cut to Perdue aiming gun. Cut to Agent getting shot and drops to ground. Madeline turns around and sees Perdue.] Perdue: Hey ma. Madeline: Mason! [Madeline and Perdue hug. Cut to nighttime outside shot of Royce�s building. Cut to Royce at desk. Fawkes unquicksilvers while he�s looking at Royce�s desk. Royce is startled.] Fawkes: Just relax, alright. I�m not here to mess with �ya. As a matter of fact, it�s uh it�s pretty much the opposite. Royce: Very impressive. That little trick of yours. Fawkes: Well for what it cost it better be. Royce: All right. You�ve got my attention. Fawkes: I uh� I want you to let my dad off the hook- Royce: It�s not going to happen. Fawkes: Thinking maybe a swap. Him for me. Royce: Meaning what? Fawkes: I take his place. I�m not as good a shot as him but- then again I can get to point blank range. Royce: And how long do you perform these services? Fawkes: As long as he stays alive. [Royce gets out scanner and moves towards Fawkes.] Fawkes: No. I�m- I�m clean alright? Perdue: Put your arms up. [He scans and finds nothing.] Fawkes: Told ya. Royce: A little paranoia is a good thing in this job. Fawkes: Don�t that the truth? Royce: Let�s say we do this thing, When can you start? Fawkes: (sits) As soon as you tell me what it is you want to tell me. Royce: There�s a senator in the Midwest. Head of the Appropriations Committee. He�s made it a priority to cut spending to security agencies thereby causing a clear and present danger to the nation. I�m not going to stand by and watch that happen. Fawkes: So you- you want me to� to dissuade him. Royce: With extreme prejudice. Once that�s taken care of, I�ll call the dogs off your father. Fawkes: Well, I think you can start whistling right now. Royce: What are you talking about? Hobbes: (unquicksilvers, sitting in chair) Did I get any in my hair? Fawkes: What hair? Hobbes: Oh. Hi, how are you doing? How are �ya? You know that saying �you can�t be too thin or too rich?� Add to that you can�t be too paranoid. (Holds up cassette player and pushes play: �Once that�s taken care of��) Royce: (rises) You son-of-a-bitch. [Fawkes stands and punches him.] Fawkes: I was hoping you would do that. [Commercial break] [Fawkes is standing in orchard row. Perdue is picking oranges.] Perdue: Here �ya go. Break! Fawkes: Nice. Very nice. (Catches orange.) [Perdue meets Fawkes in orchard walkway. They walk together.] Fawkes: So, looks like everything�s taken care of? Royce in custody, the senator�s safe and sound. You � just like that commercial says you�re free to move about the country, huh? Perdue: Not quite. There�s still those friends I�d made all over the world. Fawkes: Yeah, well I think they�d be smarter than to come down to you you know what I�m sayin�? Perdue: Unfortunately that�s not the case. Fawkes: You know what�s weird about this whole thing is � I always saw you�one way. Now I really got to change that whole picture in mind. Perdue: Yeah? Fawkes: Yeah? Perdue: Maybe the picture of yourself as well. Fawkes: Ow. Yeah, I guess so you�re right I guess. I gotcha. I gotcha. Did you ever think about calling her? You know, check in? Telling her who- how you were? Perdue: That was a luxury I couldn�t afford. Fawkes: So I suppose this is the part where you take off again, huh? Perdue: Yeah for a little while when I�m sure that it�s safe for you and grandma. Fawkes: How will I know when you�re coming back? Perdue: You won�t. You�ll turn around and I�ll be there. You�re grandma�s waving to us. Fawkes (turns and waves): Hey gram! Did you get her a - [Fawkes turns around. Perdue is gone. Fawkes keeps walking through orchard.] [Closing Credits] |
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