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LOOSE ENDS

ACT ONE

     FADE IN:   

    

     1. SUPER:  December, 1995.  The cloaked CIA stealth satellite

     Misty soars 150 miles above Baja California. 

 

     EXT.  ABOVE BAJA CALIFORNIA  -  DAY

 

     At the upper limits of the lucent biosphere, a small spot grows

     as our eye closes on the strange object. 

 

 

 

     Our eye enters Misty’s camera --

 

 

     and plunges down. 

 

     The Baja peninsula expands to Baja’s southern tip --

 

(Photo of Cabo Falso, courtesy of Latitude 38)

 

     as we overtake --

 

     2. EXT.  ALTITUDE, OFFSHORE  -  CABO FALSO TO CABO SAN

         LUCAS 

 

     -- a small twin-engine plane, following a long white wake, flies

     easterly along the beach toward Cabo San Lucas’ Land’s End. 

 

     3.  INT.  PLANE COCKPIT

 

     PILOT and CO-PILOT at the controls.  The plane clears Land’s

     End, banks left.  The white wake leads to a sleek motor yacht

     moving slowly to the Hacienda Hotel moorings.  Co-Pilot aims

     a camera.  Shutter CLICKS.

 

     SHOT:  Motor yacht’s stern and lettering:    

                            

                                    DELFIN DE ORO    

                           Palma     Mallorca      España

 

     The plane banks left toward the Las Glorias Hotel.   A small

     dinghy with three people aboard approaches the dock.

 

     4.  EXT.  LAS GLORIAS HOTEL DOCK

 

     Fat, lumpy GEORGE SELKIRK (60), and his wife, SUSAN (50),

     a trim aging beauty, stand on the dock beside two suitcases. 

     Slim, tanned RAMONA (PEPPER) DEERING (26) sits at the

     dinghy’s controls, her knees clamped tightly together. 

 

     Pepper, her plain features devoid of cosmetics, is dressed in a

     white blouse, Bermuda shorts and sneakers.  Her sun-bleached

     ponytail trails from a baseball cap.  Still she manages to exude

     considerable sexual energy. 

 

     George scowls, turns his back on the two women.  Susan gives

     Pepper a “suffering wife” smile.

                                          

                                             SUSAN

                        Take care of Lost Horizons, Pepper.

                        She's our baby.  Remember, any problems,

                        you have our telephone number.

 

     George picks up the suitcases, trudges to the hotel.

                                              

                                             Pepper

                          Don’t worry, Mrs. S.  Bye, Dr. Selkirk. 

                          See ya’ all in a couple ‘a weeks.

 

     George ignores Pepper, continues walking.  Susan consoles

     Pepper. 

SUSAN

                          Don’t mind him. George can be such

                           a bear.

                                          

                                             PEPPER

                          I don’t think he trusts me with Lost Horizons.     

 

     5.  EXT.  MARINA CHANNEL EXIT

 

     Pepper and dinghy speed toward the Gold Dolphin.

 

     6.  EXT.  GOLD DOLPHIN

 

     On the yacht’s flying bridge, CAPTAIN ROBERTO DELAFINA

     (62), a handsome Latino, black hair graying at the temples,

     leans on the coaming, looks down on the foredeck.  

 

     He turns to watch the approaching dinghy; we see his

     dark eyes — like looking down the barrel of a shot gun.

 

     On the foredeck, ENRIQUE (22), a short, buffed Latino stud,

     lays on the deck, fishing with a long boathook for a mooring

     line tied to a buoy in the water below.

 

     The speeding dinghy passes close to the yacht's bows, on which

     an image of a golden dolphin holding a silver crucifix in its beak

     is prominently displayed.  Enrique loses the mooring line as the

     buoy tosses about in the dinghy's wake. 

 

     7.  EXT.   FLYING BRIDGE  -  ROBERTO P.O.V.

 

     Enrique leaps to his feet, gives Pepper the fist.

 

                                           ENRIQUE

                                           (yells)

                          “Puta.”

 

     Pepper flips Enrique the bird.  The loose boathook heads

    overboard.  Enrique scrambles to retrieve it.   The dinghy

    races to the east, leaving behind a wide wake, a trail of

    rolling yachts and a lot of angry sailors.

 

                                            ROBERTO

                                            (laughs)    

 

 

 

                        

 

 

     8.  INT.  CIA HQS.  -  LANGLEY  -  DIRECTOR’S OFFICE

 

     CIA Director MATTHEW FORD (60), heavy-set, balding, confers

     with Deputy Director of Intelligence, CLIFFORD YOUNG (55), a

     tall, lean white man, and Deputy Director of Operations, JAMES

     MAKEPEACE BOWIE (55), a black man built like an NFL tight end

     with a face to match.

 

                                           FORD

                          What a fascinating story. You know,

                          I never did think the Warren Report

                          made sense.  But I had no idea this

                          thing was so close to us.

 

     Young and Bowie study their hands.

 

                                           FORD (continues)

                          So, what are we going to do about it?

                                          

                                           YOUNG

                          I suppose a better question might be,

                          why do anything after all these years?

 

                                           FORD

                          OK, Cliff.  What’s your answer?

 

                                           YOUNG

                          I plead modesty.  Actually what Cliff

                          just said was the Director’s question

                          back in sixty four.  The President told

                          him to deep-six everything.

 

                                           FORD

                          OK.  So what’s the problem now?

 

                                           YOUNG

                          Well, for one thing, researchers keep

                          bombing us under the Freedom of

                          Information Act.

 

                                           BOWIE

                          Yeah.  And Congress is talking about

                          more hearings.  If that happens, they’ll

                          be looking for our files.

 

                                           FORD

                          Well, if we don’t have them, what’s

                          the problem.

 

                                           YOUNG

                          We thought the most sensitive

                          materials were destroyed.

                        

                                           FORD

                                          (sighs)

                          Bureaucrats never destroy records. 

                          They’re obsessed with covering

                          their asses.  Administrations come

                          and go.

 

                                           BOWIE

                          That’s not the problem.  When the

                          Director went into the files to do the

                          job himself, all he found was --

 

     9. SUPER: 1964

 

     FLASHBACK

  

     INT.  CIA HQS  -  STORAGE FILE STACKS

 

     A CRAGGY FACED MAN (60), steel-rimmed glasses, a shock of

     thick curly white hair pulled back from a high forehead,

     wanders down an aisle between racks of file cases, peering at

     the labels with a flashlight.

 

     He stops at a section marked CUBA, 1958-1962, examines a

     row of cases labeled ZAPATA.  Pulls one down.  It’s empty.  On

     its face is a single boldly scrawled word: "CUIDADO."

 

 

10.  END FLASHBACK  -  RETURN TO SCENE

           

                                           FORD

                          “Cuidado?”

 

                                           BOWIE

                          Yeah.  That’s Spanish for “Beware.”

                          “Be careful.”

             

                                           FORD

                          I know what it means, you jackass.  It

                          means we can’t make up a new batch

                          of records because they can release

                          photocopies of the originals to the press

                          and then we’ll be stuck with a cover-up,

                          just like we nailed Nixon with Watergate.

                        

                                           YOUNG

                          Yeah.  It's been their life insurance policy

                          for over thirty years.

 

                                           FORD

                          Damn!  Politicians and reporters are like

                          dogs. 

                        

                                           BOWIE

                          Say what?

 

     Bowie glances at Young, LAUGHS.

 

                                           FORD

                          Like dogs.  If a man runs, they bite

                          him.  And if he stands still, they piss

                          on him.  So, what d’you want me to

                          do?

 

                                           YOUNG

                          Well, we’ve worked out several

                          scenarios, but they’re all risky, and

                          call for policy decisions that aren’t

                          ours to make.

 

                                           FORD

                          Such as?

 

                                           BOWIE

                          We’ve been keeping track of these

                          guys for some time now.  What say

                          we grab them and wring the files out

                          of them?  Any time you give the order.

 

                                           FORD

                          You know we can’t operate that way

                          anymore.

                                          

                                           YOUNG

                          Besides, the risk is too great.  With

                          the country so divided and everyone

                          at each other’s throats, whatever we

                          do, if it becomes public, there’ll be

                          serious political repercussions.

 

                                           FORD

                          Yeah.  The country is practically

                          ungovernable.  Except in times of

                          great crisis.

                                          

                                           YOUNG

                          Especially in times of crisis.  Because

                          then it’s cover your ass time.  People

                          run around like chickens with their

                          heads cut off.  Biting and scratching

                          for political advantage.  Playing the

                          blame game.  Determined to protect

                          their turfs, and the country be damned. 

 

                                           BOWIE

                          Hell.  I don’t know why we have to

                          keep covering for these pussies.

 

                                           FORD

                          Well, what do you recommend?

 

                                           YOUNG

                          Nothing.

 

                                           FORD

                          Nothing? 

 

                                           YOUNG

                          Yeah, do nothing at all.  Frankly, we

                          think the Director back then was right.

                          Let sleeping dogs lie. The more you

                          stir it, the more it stinks.  And then

                          there’s the law of unintended

                          consequences.

 

                                           FORD

                          Well, I’m going to have to call the

                          President.  But if I don’t spell it out for

                          him, he'll go crying to the National

                          Security Council, the Secret Service,

                          the FBI, the First Lady, and whoever

                          he likes to talk to in the dead of night.

 

                                           YOUNG

                          Yeah.  There'll be leaks all over the

                          place and the CIA will end up being

                          the goat, just like with the Bay of Pigs.

 

                               

                                                            (Continue to p. 3.)

 

 

 

 

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