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HOLLIS:

He took away eight years of my life!

Left me with nothing. No severance. No

savings. He broke me. And he deserves

to die for it.

CHANCE:

No he doesn’t.

(CONTINUED)

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HOLLIS:

Yes he-

CHANCE:

No, he really doesn’t. Nobody deserves

to die, Hollis. Frankly, after seeing

your behavior today, I think Ken Lydecker

deserves a medal for putting up with you

as long as he did.

(beat)

Now there aren’t too many good outcomes

for you here. But they all start with

you giving up that gun...

HOLLIS:

I came in here ready to kill him, what

makes you think I won’t kill you?

Chance sizes him up. And then starts walking towards him...

CHANCE:

Because I see the rifle, but I don’t see

a guy who’s gonna use it.

HOLLIS:

Are you crazy? I said stop!

CHANCE:

Am I crazy?

Chance walks right up to him, inches from the rifle muzzle.

CHANCE (CONT’D)

I assume that was a rhetorical question.

A tense beat, as they stare each other down. Before Hollis

can speak, CHANCE LASHES OUT, pushing the rifle aside, and

striking at Hollis in the same move. The GUN FIRES, but

Chance is well clear of it.

Hollis tries to fight back, but he’s severely outmatched.

Chance is no street fighter; every move is graceful. This is

a guy who has spent a lot of time studying martial arts.

The rifle skitters across a desk and onto the floor, and

Chance goes after it. As he does, Hollis frantically

connects some wires from his vest to a DEAD-MAN’S SWITCH.

Chance grabs the rifle, cycles the chamber expertly, and aims

it at Hollis. But Hollis has just finished arming the vest.

CHANCE (CONT’D)

You don’t wanna go out like this, do you?

(CONTINUED)

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A tense moment of stalemate. Then-

HOLLIS:

No... So I’m going outside. And when I

get close enough to Lydecker...

(re:
the detonator)

I’m going to finish what I started.

(starts towards the door...)

You can stand there and say whatever you

want... That I’m about to do a terrible

thing. That I can still get out of this.

But it won’t change anything. This is

going to happen.

On Chance, calm and cold. As Hollis nears the door-

CHANCE:

Hey... What’d I tell you?

(Hollis turns to face him)

No threats.

--and CHANCE SHOOTS HOLLIS, SQUARE IN THE CHEST.

CUT TO:

EXT. OFFICE BUILDING PARKING LOT - DAY

The Police Negotiator is arguing with his CHIEF, as-

BOOOM!!!!! THE THIRD FLOOR EXPLODES, shattering windows...

Smoke billows out, as glass and debris rain down on us...

FADE TO BLACK:

THE SOUND OF A DOOR CREAKING OPEN... And then, FOOTSTEPS...

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