True Lies Page #3

HARRY:

(indicating the bas-

relief)

Magnificent, isn't it?

WOMAN:

Yes. Hi, I'm Juno Skinner. I

thought I knew most of Khaled's

friends but I don't believe I

know you.

Harry offers his hand to her.

HARRY:

Renquist. Harry Renquist.

17 INT. VAN - NIGHT

Gib whirls to the screen displaying the mission database. He

scans rapidly for--

GIB:

Skinner. Skinner. Come on...

Gib finds the entry he's looking for. Juno's picture and data

appear on the screen.

GIB:

Juno Skinner. Art and

antiquities dealer, specializing

in ancient Persia.

18 INT. MAIN HALL - NIGHT

Harry turns back to the fragment of frieze.

HARRY:

This is Persian, if I'm not

mistaken.

JUNO:

Very good. It's sixth century

B.C. Do you like the period?

HARRY:

(shameless)

I adore it.

19 EXT. DOCK/ BOATHOUSE (NIGHTVISION POV) - NIGHT

Seen through the starlight scope, we see one of the guards

shining his light on the hole in the ice and then on Harry's

footprints leading to the boathouse. He calls to one of the

other guards, who comes running over.

20 INT. MANSION - NIGHT

Harry, still with Juno, hears Gib in his ear:

GIB (VO)

Harry, we got a problem. Guards

are swarming all over the dock.

Harry glances up the stairs. Khaled's SECURITY CHIEF is

gesturing to several of his men, and speaking quickly into a

walky. Three SECURITY MEN come down the stairs, scanning the

crowd. Harry turns smoothly away from them and takes Juno's

arm.

HARRY:

Do you dance, Ms. Skinner?

He steers her toward the dance floor.

21 INT. VAN - NIGHT

Gib, listening, rolls his eyes. He looks through the night-

vision scope. Guards are running around outside the chateau.

Harry's stirred up the hornet's nest. Faisil is still jamming

at the keyboard.

FAISIL:

Okay, files are unlocked. I'm

in. I'm down, baby. I got my

hand up her dress and I'm going

for the gold. I'm--

GIB:

Just copy the goddamn files!

(into his headset)

Harry, don't be stopping to smell

the roses, now. You hear me,

Harry?

22 INT. MAIN HALL - NIGHT

Harry whirls Juno aggressively across the dancefloor. She

responds deftly. They are well matched. She parries each of

his smooth moves with a flourish. It is a contest of wills,

and a surprised appraisal for each that the other is worthy.

Juno is hot. He bends her back at the waist, then snaps her

up. She twirls into the crook of his arm. Their faces are

inches apart. Wow. The music ends and she gives him a wry

grin.

JUNO:

Well. And I thought this was

going to be just another bunch of

boring bankers and oil

billionaires.

GIB (OVER)

Harry, seconds count, buddy.

Ditch the b*tch, let's go.

HARRY:

Unfortunately, Juno, I have a

plane to catch.

She slips a card out of a pocket in her otherwise sheer dress.

She hands it to him, maintaining eye contact. Serious sparks.

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