Ticker Page #5

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Two OFFICERS stand near a building with a worried BUSINESSMAN

and his CHAUFFEUR.

Reilly parks 50 yards from a limo stopped in the middle of

the street. A Bomb Squad van and sleek black Harley Davidson

parked beyond it.

Reilly hops out, heads cautiously for the limo

POOCH, 50s, a barrel-chested ex-football player is on his

hands and knees looking under the limo. Red rubber ball in

hand, Hawaiian shirt half-tucked in, he leads around an

equally scruffy Labrador Retriever, SCHNOZ.

POOCH:

Smell anything, Schnoz? Me, neither.

T.J., 20s, a country boy inspects the open trunk.

GLASS, 40s, clean-cut, straight-laced, easy-going smile,

brilliant leader of the team, steps lightly around the open

driver's door.

POOCH (contíd) (cont.)

Schnoz, come here, boy.

T.J.

Shhh, I hear something....

Reilly stands off 25 feet. Glass notices him.

GLASS:

Who the heck're you?

REILLY:

You the Bomb Squad?

T.J.

No, we're terrorists, stay back or we'll blow.

GLASS:

We're a bit busy at the moment, I'll give you

a statement in a few minutes if we're still

alive.

REILLY:

(flashes badge)

Reilly, Vice. I-

T.J.

Quiet!

Glass and Pooch step lightly to the rear of the limo where

T.J. has discovered a shoebox wedged next to the spare tire.

T.J. leans down, puts his ear to it, nods.

T.J. (cont.)

Ticker.

Pooch lifts up Schnoz and holds him over the trunk. Schnoz

sniffs the shoebox, whines.

POOCH:

Schnoz says it's loaded. Good boy,

Schnozzie.

Pooch lowers Schnoz back to the ground throws him the red

ball, and trots back to the van, climbs up inside and sits,

watching.

GLASS:

Alright boys, look close. Let's assess.

Glass, Pooch and T.J. take a beat just to look at the

shoebox. Then, Glass nods for Reilly to move away.

Reilly takes a few steps back, watching as the team works

together - Glass in charge - a psychic connection between

them as they pass tools back and forth like surgeons.

POOCH:

Whadaya think, "boy" or "girl"?

Glass puts on magnifying spectacles -- precise, organized, a

detail freak as he uses a wooden probe to test the box for

wires, sensors.

As the others watch, Glass rubs his fingertips

ritualistically and carefully eases the top off the box.

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