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Script pages for episode 15: "Facade".
INT. ROTUNDA - NIGHT
QUICK CUTS to establish the relief. Vaughn remains
skeptical.
VAUGHN
We're dodging bullets, Jack. Sooner or
later we're gonna get hit.
INT. WAREHOUSE - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Lisenker greets Sydney warmly.
LEONID
Emma. It is good to see you.
SYDNEY
Leonid, what an unexpected surprise.
RYAN
You vouch for her? This one?
LEONID
Daniel, I know about Belfast. Your
extraction was cleared at the highest
levels. Emma saved your life, you
should... kiss her... whatever she wants.
Ryan takes a beat, considers this. Then he opens the
ENVELOPE. Checks the contents. Then:
RYAN
The terms are acceptable. With one
condition. The details for transferring
blueprints and material must be handled
by the co-chair of the North American
cell.
(beat)
I must deal directly with Mr. Sark.
Sark's promotion is news Sydney can not react to. Instead:
SYDNEY
You are in no position to make such a
demand.
RYAN
As long as I have what you want... I
don't see how I'm not.
Sydney cannot offer Sark's participation, so it's another
stalemate. Until, inexplicably:
LEONID
Mr. Sark is in town on business. For an
important supplier such as yourself, I am
sure he will be happy to oblige.
Off this assurance:
OMITTED
INT. ROTUNDA - NIGHT
Later. We PAN OFF the surveillance MONITORS showing ROOM
SERVICE deliver Ryan his dinner, to Dixon, Jack, Vaughn and
Sydney who encircle Lisenker. Heated:
DIXON
-- HAPPY TO OBLIGE?
LEONID
-- if you'd let me explain --
VAUGHN
-- explain what? In case you forgot, we
are only pretending to be The Covenant.
We can't produce Sark.
LEONID
Sark and Ryan have never met.
JACK
Are you sure of this.
LEONID
(beat, not really)
... yes.
SYDNEY
That wasn't a yes -- that was a no.
LEONID
What I know is that your best chance of
getting what you want is to send someone
in there posing as Mr. Sark.
Off which:
INT. WAREHOUSE - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
The door opens. It's Vaughn. In a black leather jacket and
British accent.
VAUGHN
Mr. Ryan. I am Julian Sark.
Now we see Ryan -- studying him. A beat where it isn't
clear: will he be found out? Ryan then forces a smile (we
might get a sense that this smile is hard for him).
RYAN
I heard that you were good-looking. And
so it is. Please...
Ryan lets him in. Vaughn enters the room. To business:
VAUGHN
Where and when can I acquire your
product?
RYAN
The information you seek is on a disk.
My associate will carry it on board Nuage
Air. Flight 212, tomorrow evening's
flight out of Rome for Paris. You will
purchase adjacent seats for that flight.
Twenty minutes out of Rome, my associate
will sit next to you and the transfer
will be made. Elaborate, yes, but doing
it at 35,000 feet minimizes the chances
of being surveilled.
VAUGHN
This associate. How will I know him?
RYAN
You have worked together before. You
will recognize him when you see him. He
is a friend.
On Vaughn, considering this...
INT. ROTUNDA - NIGHT
Christ, another road block. Dixon, Sydney and Jack react.
DIXON
Meaning for this to work we need the real
Sark to be on that plane. Any ideas how
we can do that?
INT. WAREHOUSE - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Ryan's terms are set. Now Vaughn has one of his own.
VAUGHN
The second demonstration is scheduled to
take place tomorrow afternoon. I assume
it will be called off.
RYAN
When my associate sees you, he will know
we have come to terms and bring that
issue to a close.
VAUGHN
We are agreed then.
Vaughn extends his hand. Before Ryan takes it, he considers
it. Then he takes Vaughn's hand. Clasps it hard. There's
some undercurrent of odd hatred here -- Ryan holds Vaughn's
hand with both of his hands -- like a firm shake between two
old friends. Only... not. Odd for Vaughn, this moment.
Then:
RYAN
Yes, Mr. Sark. We are agreed.
--------------------------------------------------
INT. ROTUNDA - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY (PREVIOUSLY SCENE 80)
The two Cell Block Guards have placed Ryan in handcuffs in
preparation for his transfer out of here. Jack enters:
JACK
(to the Guards)
I'll oversee transport of the prisoner.
Dixon needs your help evacuating the
Rotunda.
The Guards glance up questioningly. But Jack is not to
defied in this moment. They leave.
RYAN
I see. We've come to the point where you
coerce me into cooperating.
JACK
Not exactly.
Said unnervingly. Causing Ryan's smug look to waver just a
bit.
INT. MARSHALL'S WORKSPACE - DAY
In the chaos: Marshall at a MONITOR, Syd over his shoulder.
MARSHALL
If the bombs were activated by a phone
call, the detonator must be on a cellular
network. If I can find the right signal,
I might be able to reverse engineer the
deactivation protocol and shut down both
bombs.
SYDNEY
(into PHONE)
How much time?!
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. AIRPLANE - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
Vaughn eyes the LCD. ...3:39. ...3:38.
VAUGHN
Three and a half minutes.
Sydney's eyes land on a MONITOR: Jack has yanked Ryan out of
his chair and spun him into a CHOKE HOLD.
OMITTED
OMITTED
INT. ROTUNDA - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY
Ryan's eyes bug out of his skull. Jack whispers into his
ear:
JACK
You think you know loss. And you think
you know death.
(tightening even further)
Let me enlighten you.
Ryan wheezes for breath, for anything, but Jack's forearm has
cut off any hope for survival.
JACK (CONT'D)
In seven seconds you will begin to see
spots. You'll think it's a white light.
But I'm here to tell you -- the last
words I want you to hear, ever--
And now Jack forces his left forearm against the back of
Ryan's neck, which has the cumulative effect of creating a
pressure just shy of snapping it in two --
JACK (CONT'D)
-- there is no white light. Not for
people like you.
-- Ryan's tongue lolls out of his mouth. He stops breathing
altogether. Jack lets Ryan's limp body slip from his arms.
He kneels down, inspects the body --
-- just as Sydney CRASHES INTO THE ROOM. She looks from her
father to the corpse on the floor -- and there's no doubt
about it: eyes open, chest still -- the man is dead --
SYDNEY
God... what have you done...
Script pages for episode 15: "Facade".
INT. ROTUNDA - NIGHT
QUICK CUTS to establish the relief. Vaughn remains
skeptical.
VAUGHN
We're dodging bullets, Jack. Sooner or
later we're gonna get hit.
INT. WAREHOUSE - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Lisenker greets Sydney warmly.
LEONID
Emma. It is good to see you.
SYDNEY
Leonid, what an unexpected surprise.
RYAN
You vouch for her? This one?
LEONID
Daniel, I know about Belfast. Your
extraction was cleared at the highest
levels. Emma saved your life, you
should... kiss her... whatever she wants.
Ryan takes a beat, considers this. Then he opens the
ENVELOPE. Checks the contents. Then:
RYAN
The terms are acceptable. With one
condition. The details for transferring
blueprints and material must be handled
by the co-chair of the North American
cell.
(beat)
I must deal directly with Mr. Sark.
Sark's promotion is news Sydney can not react to. Instead:
SYDNEY
You are in no position to make such a
demand.
RYAN
As long as I have what you want... I
don't see how I'm not.
Sydney cannot offer Sark's participation, so it's another
stalemate. Until, inexplicably:
LEONID
Mr. Sark is in town on business. For an
important supplier such as yourself, I am
sure he will be happy to oblige.
Off this assurance:
OMITTED
INT. ROTUNDA - NIGHT
Later. We PAN OFF the surveillance MONITORS showing ROOM
SERVICE deliver Ryan his dinner, to Dixon, Jack, Vaughn and
Sydney who encircle Lisenker. Heated:
DIXON
-- HAPPY TO OBLIGE?
LEONID
-- if you'd let me explain --
VAUGHN
-- explain what? In case you forgot, we
are only pretending to be The Covenant.
We can't produce Sark.
LEONID
Sark and Ryan have never met.
JACK
Are you sure of this.
LEONID
(beat, not really)
... yes.
SYDNEY
That wasn't a yes -- that was a no.
LEONID
What I know is that your best chance of
getting what you want is to send someone
in there posing as Mr. Sark.
Off which:
INT. WAREHOUSE - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
The door opens. It's Vaughn. In a black leather jacket and
British accent.
VAUGHN
Mr. Ryan. I am Julian Sark.
Now we see Ryan -- studying him. A beat where it isn't
clear: will he be found out? Ryan then forces a smile (we
might get a sense that this smile is hard for him).
RYAN
I heard that you were good-looking. And
so it is. Please...
Ryan lets him in. Vaughn enters the room. To business:
VAUGHN
Where and when can I acquire your
product?
RYAN
The information you seek is on a disk.
My associate will carry it on board Nuage
Air. Flight 212, tomorrow evening's
flight out of Rome for Paris. You will
purchase adjacent seats for that flight.
Twenty minutes out of Rome, my associate
will sit next to you and the transfer
will be made. Elaborate, yes, but doing
it at 35,000 feet minimizes the chances
of being surveilled.
VAUGHN
This associate. How will I know him?
RYAN
You have worked together before. You
will recognize him when you see him. He
is a friend.
On Vaughn, considering this...
INT. ROTUNDA - NIGHT
Christ, another road block. Dixon, Sydney and Jack react.
DIXON
Meaning for this to work we need the real
Sark to be on that plane. Any ideas how
we can do that?
INT. WAREHOUSE - HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Ryan's terms are set. Now Vaughn has one of his own.
VAUGHN
The second demonstration is scheduled to
take place tomorrow afternoon. I assume
it will be called off.
RYAN
When my associate sees you, he will know
we have come to terms and bring that
issue to a close.
VAUGHN
We are agreed then.
Vaughn extends his hand. Before Ryan takes it, he considers
it. Then he takes Vaughn's hand. Clasps it hard. There's
some undercurrent of odd hatred here -- Ryan holds Vaughn's
hand with both of his hands -- like a firm shake between two
old friends. Only... not. Odd for Vaughn, this moment.
Then:
RYAN
Yes, Mr. Sark. We are agreed.
--------------------------------------------------
INT. ROTUNDA - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY (PREVIOUSLY SCENE 80)
The two Cell Block Guards have placed Ryan in handcuffs in
preparation for his transfer out of here. Jack enters:
JACK
(to the Guards)
I'll oversee transport of the prisoner.
Dixon needs your help evacuating the
Rotunda.
The Guards glance up questioningly. But Jack is not to
defied in this moment. They leave.
RYAN
I see. We've come to the point where you
coerce me into cooperating.
JACK
Not exactly.
Said unnervingly. Causing Ryan's smug look to waver just a
bit.
INT. MARSHALL'S WORKSPACE - DAY
In the chaos: Marshall at a MONITOR, Syd over his shoulder.
MARSHALL
If the bombs were activated by a phone
call, the detonator must be on a cellular
network. If I can find the right signal,
I might be able to reverse engineer the
deactivation protocol and shut down both
bombs.
SYDNEY
(into PHONE)
How much time?!
INTERCUT WITH:
INT. AIRPLANE - CARGO HOLD - NIGHT
Vaughn eyes the LCD. ...3:39. ...3:38.
VAUGHN
Three and a half minutes.
Sydney's eyes land on a MONITOR: Jack has yanked Ryan out of
his chair and spun him into a CHOKE HOLD.
OMITTED
OMITTED
INT. ROTUNDA - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY
Ryan's eyes bug out of his skull. Jack whispers into his
ear:
JACK
You think you know loss. And you think
you know death.
(tightening even further)
Let me enlighten you.
Ryan wheezes for breath, for anything, but Jack's forearm has
cut off any hope for survival.
JACK (CONT'D)
In seven seconds you will begin to see
spots. You'll think it's a white light.
But I'm here to tell you -- the last
words I want you to hear, ever--
And now Jack forces his left forearm against the back of
Ryan's neck, which has the cumulative effect of creating a
pressure just shy of snapping it in two --
JACK (CONT'D)
-- there is no white light. Not for
people like you.
-- Ryan's tongue lolls out of his mouth. He stops breathing
altogether. Jack lets Ryan's limp body slip from his arms.
He kneels down, inspects the body --
-- just as Sydney CRASHES INTO THE ROOM. She looks from her
father to the corpse on the floor -- and there's no doubt
about it: eyes open, chest still -- the man is dead --
SYDNEY
God... what have you done...
...thanx DD!! you're of great help to us anxious waiters!