Frequency Page #4

Frank digs down, suddenly the DOOR GIVES WAY

Oil and water rush from the VAULT, pouring over Frank and

Gibson, foaming into the tunnel. But the door is mounted

three feet off the ground. There is still three feet of oil

and water trapped inside. And the smell of gas is now

overwhelming...

FRANK:

(into walkie)

We're in, Butch.

Frank probes the dark vault with the FLASHLIGHT BLADE.

Through smoke we see TWO MEN huddled in the corner, trapped

by three loose 'HOT' CABLES - WHIPPING AROUND THE TINY VAULT

LIKE AN ELECTRIC HYDRA. Con Ed Worker #2 shivers, ankle

broken, leaning on older Con Ed Worker #1.

FRANK (CONT'D)

Time to go home, fellas.

Gibson sprays the room, clearing out most of the smoke.

Frank steps into the vault.

CON ED WORKER #1

Careful. If the hot end of those cables

hits you, it'll conduct to the water and

we're all fired.

Frank drops to his knees, ducking under the cables, shuffles

to center of the vault. Places his hands at opposite ends of

the halaghan tool, hoping for the cables to pass directly

over his head. A hairy beat, then...

Frank jackknifes out of the water, ramming the halaghan into

the ceiling. It worked. The teeth on the "claw-end" and the

spike on the "adz-end" are embedded into the concrete --

STAPLING THE CABLES TO THE CEILING. Make that balls of

steel.

FRANK:

Go, Gibby! Everybody move it.

Gibson and Con Ed worker #1 help injured Worker #2 out of the

vault. Frank checks to make sure they've cleared the vault

and lets go of the tool.

Frank jumps into the tunnel, hoists the injured worker over

his back and races back down the tunnel.

FRANK (CONT'D)

(to Gibson)

Haul ass, that claw ain't gonna hold for

long...

(into walkie)

Take cover -- she's gonna flash!

EXT. STREET - OIL TRUCK - CONTINUOUS

O'Connell and the few remaining cops & firemen run for it...

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