Entrapment Page #3

This does not make Cruz happy.

CRUZ:

Baker here yet?

FIRST TECHNICIAN

(nods)

She's been doing her own thing...

Cruz walks away before he can hear the rest.

SECOND TECHNICIAN

...as usual.

INT. WEBBER ASSURANCE - GIN'S CUBICLE - DAY

One of dozens of identical work stations. VIRGINIA BAKER,

early thirties, sits at the work station where she spends

most of her life. She's dressed in typical no-nonsense

insurance attire. Cruz peers over the partition.

CRUZ:

Where were you? I called at 4:30 this

morning.

GIN:

There are times when you don't answer the

phone.

(beat)

Besides I hardly knew the guy.

She pulls up security schematics, technical specs.

CRUZ:

Why be rude to strangers.

Cruz has an easy, ironic demeanor that hides a steel will.

There's something eerie about him: he seems to be right

inside Gin's head.

GIN:

Exactly.

He gestures at the video feed of the crime scene.

CRUZ:

Perhaps you could find time--in your busy

personal life--to figure out how the Lone

Ranger broke through our best system.

GIN:

He came in the window.

CRUZ:

If he's Spiderman. This was sixty stories

up. Those windows are smart glass. 400

pounds a pop.

GIN:

What if he drilled out the existing

bolts, replaced them with custom-fit

rollers--rolled the window aside?

CRUZ:

And then just...flew away, leaving angel

dust behind.

She looks up at the live feed on the monitor and clicks the

remote as she murmurs something in Chinese.

CRUZ:

(continuing)

Ordering Chinese again?

GIN:

Let a thousand flowers bloom. Chairman

Mao.

She manipulates the camera, zooming in on the Vase of lilies

by the window. All the flowers are tilted in one direction:

away from the window.

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