And Enter the Sneakers!

(Author's Note: the next part is taken from the script of the Universal Studios movie, "Sneakers", characters and story found within copyrighted 1992 by them).

INT. APARTMENT BUILDING.

BISHOP: knocks on the door of apartment 4B.

INT. LIZ'S APARTMENT.

LIZ:, wearing a bathrobe, answers the door. She gasps at BISHOP:'s condition.

BISHOP: I've had a bad night.

LIZ: Really. You look terrific.

BISHOP: You look awful. LIZ:, who is not wearing any makeup and looks like she's just gotten out of bed, nevertheless looks stunning as always.

LIZ: Well, I should think so, considering what I've been through.

BISHOP: What happened?

LIZ: You tell me.

They go to her bathroom.

BISHOP: Oh, you got hit over the head twice and got thrown out of a speeding car?

LIZ: No. Here, let me do this.

She cleans up the cut to his head. It stings.

BISHOP: I'm sorry.

LIZ: It's okay. I understand.

BISHOP: looks her in the eye.

BISHOP: I'm sorry.

They embrace mournfully.

LIZ: The paper said that Greg was killed. I called your number and someone else answered. I didn't recognize the voice.

BISHOP: I can't do this alone, LIZ:.

LIZ: I'm here.

BISHOP: makes a phone call.

BISHOP: (into phone) We have to meet.

LIZ'S APARTMENT. LATER.

A television news show goes in-depth about Greg's murder.

ANCHOR: The FBI says the fingerprints found in the embassy car match those taken from the office of a government researcher found murdered earlier this week in Palo Alto. The connection was made after a Bay Area radio station received an anonymous tip linking the two killings.

BISHOP: Yeah, I'll bet it was anonymous.

He turns off the TV.

BISHOP: Son of a bitch!

CREASE: All right, it's time we call the authorities.

MOTHER: Oh yeah. Great. Now that we're accessories to espionage and murder.

CREASE: All the more reason to turn ourselves in now, while we can still cut a deal!

MOTHER: With what? We got bupkus! We turn ourselves in now, they'll give us twenty years in the electric chair!

CREASE: You think I like it? Goddamnit, I've got a family! But we have no other choice.

BISHOP: Yes, we do. We make the call, but we make it our way. Unload the van.

A FEW MINUTES LATER.

The sneakers are turning Liz's apartment into an electronic command center. She meekly holds the door.

CARL: Thanks. Nice apartment.

A FEW MORE MINUTES LATER.

A map of the world is displayed on a computer screen. Lines start forming between different points.

WHISTLER: I'm going to bounce this call through nine different relay stations throughout the world and off two satellites. It'll be the hardest trace they've ever heard.

Inquirer: Bullshit! This is the National Security Agency we're freaking talking about here, Whistler!

1. Crease and the others jump in surprise and shock as Inquirer appears in their midst as she pulls back the hood of her cloak of invisibility.....

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