Rebel Treasure twentythird post

Rebel Treasure twentythird post

INT HQ OF THE NATIONAL PARK SERVICE – HORATIO’S OFFICE
A single desklamp sheds its cone of light on Horatio and his desk full of work, when Morgan enters.

MORGAN
I’m back.

HORATIO
I see. Where’ve you been?

MORGAN
I dropped the boys off at the FBI building.

This brings Horatio to his feet.

HORATIO
Did you follow them in?

MORGAN
No, I couldn’t think of a good enough excuse. I tried to stake out the lobby, but Riley was there so I just left.

HORATIO
Just wonderful. More bad news.
(Morgan reacts)
Someone found the body of your trespasser.

MORGAN
Bound to happen, I was all for dumping him out in the boonies, but Ma figured what better place than his own property.

HORATIO
Well, just maybe it’s not so bad news now. Sooner than we planned, but–
She left the items you told her to?

MORGAN
I’m sure. You know Ma, she’s thorough.

HORATIO
Good. We’re going to call in the tip.

MORGAN
What, now? We haven’t found the central deposit yet!

HORATIO
Oh, but we have. We have a positive ID on an artifact.

MORGAN
You’re going to burn Ben and his friend?

HORATIO
Yup, right after we get back from taking back what belongs to the KGC.

INT ABBY’S CAR – NIGHT
Abby watches the boys load the trunk and then pile in.

RILEY
Dibs on the back seat!
(to Abby with a yawn)
Mind if I sack out?

ABIGAIL
(laughing)
No, go right ahead, just no snoring.

BEN
Watch it chum. She has this thing about snoring.

Ben slides in beside her. She looks longingly at him, but he just leans over and kisses her rather perfunctorily.

ABIGAIL
Such enthusiasm.

BEN
Sorry, Babe. I’m on autopilot.

ABIGAIL
And pure adrenaline. I think I’ll call the museum curator and postpone our meeting.

BEN
You called the curator?

ABIGAIL
You betcha. He’s coming in early tomorrow just for us.

BEN
I could kiss you.

ABIGAIL
You had better, that other was one lousy kiss.

[next pt 24] You may skip this one as it was cut, and the script before and after was changed. Just because it may be interesting.

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Rebel Treasure twentyfirst post

Rebel Treasure twentyfirst post

EXT. STREETS OF D. C.
Traffic thickens around Morgan’s SUV. Even so, a black pickup has no problem keeping it in sight. When Morgan weaves, they weave; when he turns, they turn.

RILEY (O.S.)
Are we there yet?

They pull into a government building parking lot, and the black pickup glides to a stop at a curb parking space.

INT. HQ OF THE NATIONAL PARK SERVICE – HORATIO’S OFFICE – DAY
HORATIO SLIDELL, looks like someone more at home under the open sky rather than inhabiting the corner office with a view on the Mall of the capital. He peers through a large magnifying glass trained on a map spread open on the table before him. With the cry of “Aha,” he crosses to a standing file and lifts out an USGC map and positions it on top of the other.

His phone rings. He stares at it as if to will it into silence. Reluctantly he picks it up.

HORATIO
Slidell here.
(pause)
Hi, Ma.
(he continues to pour over the map)
No, he’s not here. But he called, he’s on the way.
(pause)
I know he promised and I promised.
(pause)
I’ll get someone right on it.
(he hangs up)
Love you too, Ma.

He marks an X on the USGC map, then crosses to a wall map and affixes a gold dot.

HORATIO (CONT’D)
Gotcha! He picks up a photo.

INSERT
A glaring light illuminates an ancient steam engine sitting on some tracks inside a huge cavern.

BACK TO SCENE
Horatio circles to his desk and the machine gun staccato of his keyboard fills the room. The door opens and the boys enter and instead of turning around Horatio calls over his shoulder:

HORATIO
About time you brought the coffee!

He spins around, sees his brother, et al., and is on his feet like a cat.

HORATIO (CONT’D)
Well, surprise, surprise, little brother! I thought you were another hour out.
(to the duo)
And you must be Ben and Riley.

BEN
Guilty as charged.

Ben sidles over to the window and sits on the ledge. Riley finds a comfortable spot on the corner of the desk, and noticing a model cannon, commences to toy with it.

HORATIO
My brother filled me in on your ordeal. Horrifying.

Riley has the toy cannon now in both hands and is looking down the barrel, when Horatio reaches over and firmly takes it, and places it far away from Riley.

HORATIO (CONT’D)
I’ve made some discreet inquiries, but so far, nothing. It’s like it never happened. The logging company says their operations were closed down. There were no military helicopters in the area; nor any from other government agencies. So—

BEN
(looking out the window)
Excuse me. There’s a black pickup below that has been following us ever since the Smokys.

Morgan joins him at the window to look.

MORGAN
(looking back)
I recognize it too. Horatio steps to the phone.

HORATIO
I’ll call security.

BEN
Don’t bother. We’ll check it out.

Ben and Riley run out of the office. Horatio holds the phone and motions for Morgan to follow. When they are all gone, he hits a speed dial number.

HORATIO
Rance, you’ve been spotted. (A beat) Get back to the truck, and get the hell out of here.
(pause)
Don’t worry about that, Morgan’s keeping tabs. Report in, in an hour, I’ve got another job for you.

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