Ticker Page #4

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Harry barges in, dumps a bag of personal effects on the desk.

HARRY:

She won't talk. Look at this sh*t, no I.D.,

nothing...

Reilly picks up a twisted plastic-wire bracelet.

PLUCHINSKY:

What's that?

HARRY:

Bracelet she was wearing.

REILLY:

Looks like the stuff my dad used to use to

blow up tree stumps back in Scranton.

PLUCHINSKY:

Maybe she knows your old man.

Reilly sears into Pluchinsky.

WINTERS:

Take it down to the Bomb Squad, Artie-

REILLY:

I'll do it.

Winters eyes him for a beat, relents...

WINTERS:

Okay, kid. Run this down to the Cave.

Reilly spins and exits quickly.

INT. POLICE STATION - BASEMENT - DAY

Emerging from a dingy back staircase, Reilly enters a hallway

and moves to a door a door marked "BOMB SQUAD."

INT. POLICE STATION - "THE CAVE" - DAY

Reilly enters into another world - a dungeon cluttered with

bomb paraphernalia, defusing equipment, a dog house, ping-

pong table, Sheryl Crow pin-up, Chicago Bears posters, Yassir

Arafat dartboard, a photo-shrine to dead Bomb Squaders.

A plain, fresh-faced assistant, BEV, 30s, looks up from her

computer station.

BEV:

May I help you?

REILLY:

I'm looking for the Bomb Squad.

BEV:

They're not here.

REILLY:

Where are they?

BEV:

And you are...?

REILLY:

Officer Reilly, vice.

BEV:

There out on a call, perhaps I can help you-

REILLY:

-Where?

BEV:

f 2600 block of Lakefront. A limousine. But, I-

REILLY:

Thanks.

Reilly sprints out. Bev tries to finish but he's gone.

EXT. CITY STREETS - DAY

The Studebaker coughs and smokes in and out of traffic.

EXT. LAKEFRONT STREET - DAY

A young, uniformed police OFFICER stops Reilly in front of a

cordoned-off section of the street.

REILLY:

(flashes badge)

Bomb Squad.

The Officer nods and moves the barricade out of the way,

Reilly hits the gas, rumbles through.

The Studebaker swings past a fire truck, an ambulance, and

two squads cars.

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