Face\Off Page #6

CASTOR glances at the SWARM of authorities below. He hauls

himself INSIDE the room and sees that Pollux has left him an

automatic pistol and a steaming cappuccino.

INT./EXT. RANGE ROVER -- STREET -- NIGHT

Before bloody Pollux can come to his senses, ARCHER cuffs

him to the steering wheel.

ARCHER:

You won't be using this

trick on me again.

He reaches into Pollux's shirt and yanks off a chain from

which hangs a tiny HANDCUFF KEY. Pollux flails helplessly.

Tito looks up from aiding Loomis -- whose ear is shredded

-- to see Archer disappear into the hotel.

INT. HOTEL -- 26TH FLOOR -- NIGHT

Gun ready, ARCHER emerges from the elevator. He scopes out

the cordite-reeking hotel corridor -- it's empty.

Likewise the hotel room ... just an empty coffee cup.

EXT. ROOF -- NIGHT

CASTOR skirts the rooftop dominated by an enormous NEON

hotel sign, searching for a way out.

He finds a hatch, set flush on the rooftop. He grabs the

handle, but it doesn't give.

Setting down his pistol, he grasps the hatch handle with

both hands and tugs hard.

The flashing NEON strobes CASTOR'S SHADOW on a tank beneath

the helipad -- marked "COOLANT UNDER PRESSURE -- NO SMOKING."

As Castor works, a SECOND SHADOW melts into his. For a

moment the two shadows MERGE. Then ...

ARCHER (o.s.)

Turn around.

CASTOR sees ARCHER standing behind him. Gun trained.

CASTOR:

Jon, I'm getting a little

annoyed by your obsessive

need to spoil my fun.

ARCHER:

And how much will your

"fun" net you this time?

CASTOR plays for time -- inching toward his pistol.

CASTOR:

What's it to you? I

declare it. Here I am,

back in the States for

less than a month --

ARCHER:

You're under arrest.

Incredibly, you still have

the right to remain silent --

CASTOR:

What're you gonna do with

me gone? You'll drive

your wife and kid nuts!

I bet your daughter is

just about ripe by now.

What's her name, Janie?

ARCHER:

Mention my family once

more and you're dead.

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