RONIN Page #2

EXT. THE STREET OUTSIDE

We're almost ON TOP OF the phone booth, the phone is still

ringing as a HAND reaches INTO FRAME and snatches the phone

from its cradle.

A WOMAN'S VOICE (V.O.)

(a touch Irish accent)

Yes?

ANOTHER ANGLE - And we see a woman named DEIRDRE on the

phone:
striking, dark-haired, Irish. She carries herself

with the same professional edge as the men inside the bar.

Deirdre listens for a moment to the voice on the other end,

and before she speaks she sense something - A SILHOUETTE

stands in the shadows of the bar, watching Deirdre. She

gives this silhouette a measure glance before speaking, her

hand creeping ever so slightly towards her coat.

DEIRDRE:

Can I help you?

The silhouette steps into a POOL OF LIGHT. This is SAM.

Tough, lean, enigmatic. Somebody you might trust, but whom

you'd never cross. Sam returns her look before he speaks.

SAM:

No...

Sam moves towards the bar, and Deirdre returns to her phone

conversation.

DEIRDRE:

I'm here...

(a beat, responding to a

question)

No, it was nothing.

INT. THE BAR - A MINUTE LATER

Sam enters and by now the men inside have all come together

at the bar, talking casually, recognizing they're somehow all

here for a reason. With Larry and Vincent we see - GREGOR, a

man from Eastern Europe. His accent is hard to pin down,

but he most definitely has one. Gregor has the air of an ex-

spook, and that's exactly what he is. Lastly we see SWEDE --

blonde, muscular, and somehow blank in the face. No, he's

not stupid -- he's a sociopath. Now - Sam looks at the

group, which grows quiet as he enters. Finally, Sam speaks.

SAM:

Sorry I'm late...

VINCENT:

(a challenge)

What makes you think we're here to meet

you?

SAM:

(meeting Vincent's gaze)

Who else would you be?

Vincent turns towards the others, including them in an

expansive gesture.

VINCENT:

Perhaps the police?

SAM:

I know cops -- and you're no cop.

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