Entrapment Page #5

GIN:

And you'll kiss catching Mac goodbye.

CRUZ:

You got a better idea?

GIN:

Someone who could get close to him. Win

his trust. Catch him in the act.

She begins to smile.

CRUZ:

You?

GIN:

Me.

CRUZ:

In case it slipped your mind--this guy's

the best thief in the world. And he's

never, ever been caught.

GIN:

I've never tried.

She crosses her very long legs. Cruz thinks. Hmm. Maybe she

does have something extra. Cruz puts the phone down.

GIN:

I'd need an introduction. From someone he

trusts.

CRUZ:

And you have in mind--

GIN:

Romy Goriot.

CRUZ:

Who we've got a hook into.

(beat)

And you'd need the file on a piece of art

Mac couldn't resist.

Of course.

GIN:

Come on, it's almost a new century. Give

a girl a shot.

CRUZ:

Okay...okay.

(beat)

Check in every day. I want to know

everything. God is in the details. Hello?

She's trying to listen, but the fact that he's going to let

her do this fills her with unquenchable enthusiasm.

CRUZ:

This guy can charm the chrome off a

trailer hitch. But get in his way--you'll

end up a grease spot on the highway.

(softens a little)

So be careful. I'd never find anyone as

good as you for your salary.

He walks away. She stands up in her carrel, looks around at

the narrow confines of her life, at the identical cookie-

cutter work stations surrounding her. She slides the keyboard

into the drawer with a soft thwatch of finality. She whoops

with joy, which plays over--

EXT. LONDON - BOAT - DAY

SMASH CUT to Gin, finishing her yell in the bow of a large

speed boat in the middle of the Thames. The wind is in her

face, London before her in all its glory. She's out of the

office. On the case. On her own!

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