Frequency Page #3

SUPERVISOR:

There's a manhole at Canal and Bowery.

BUTCH'S VOICE

Forget it, Frank. No way you reach those

men in time.

Frank grabs a "halaghan claw tool" and a walkie-talkie.

Gibson nervously picks out two helmet lights...and they are

off and running.

FRANK:

(yelling back)

I can do it, Butch. Me and my 'tank man'

here.

COMMANDER O'CONNELL

(to all, and into walkie)

Start spraying down the street. Let me

know when we are fully evacuated.

EXT. MANHOLE - CANAL & BOWERY - CONTINUOUS

Frank uses the "adz" to rip open the heavy manhole cover.

INT. MANHOLE TUNNEL - CONTINUOUS

Frank and Gibson descend into the tunnel, strap lights on

their leather helmets to illuminate the damp darkness. They

race down the subterranean passage. The stench is thick.

Butch's voice suddenly booms out of the walkie-talkie:

BUTCH:

(via walkie)

Frank, you hear me? Frank?

FRANK:

(into walkie)

Yeah, Butch?

BUTCH:

(via walkie)

The gas level is getting serious.

The underground's combustible - it could

flashover. I want you to abort! Now!

Get the hell out of there!

Frank picks up the pace. Charges ahead. Guy's got balls.

GIBSON:

(into walkie)

Frank. We gotta go back. Frank...

FRANK:

(calling back to him)

Stay with me, Gib. We're gonna do this.

GIBSON:

(charging after him)

I should'a been a f***ing mailman.

Frank reaches the rusted 'submarine-like' VAULT DOOR. Pounds

on the door... a faint response. He goes to work on it with

the halaghan tool. Gibson arrives...pretty rattled. Frank

gives him a wink and a smile. It's gonna be okay.

BUTCH:

(via walkie)

Frank, where are you?

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