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    <updated>2008-09-10T17:56:43Z</updated>
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    <title>Right of Way 107</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15081</id>

    <published>2008-08-27T07:53:28Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T07:54:04Z</updated>

    <summary>NAPOLITANO What about Gallardo? DELAND He said to leave Gallardo out, he won&apos;t play ball. (off Napolitano) I reached out to him anyway with a phone call, but I haven&apos;t heard back. NAPOLITANO You&apos;re kidding me right? This smells right...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">What about Gallardo? </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">He said to leave Gallardo out, he won't play ball. </div>
<div class="paren"> (off Napolitano) </div>
<div class="dialogue">I reached out to him anyway with a phone call, but I haven't heard back. </div> 

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">You're kidding me right? This smells right to you? </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">What smells worse is something about to go down and me sitting on the sidelines suspended with my pension in jeopardy. </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">This thing's got double-cross on it bigger than the Hollywood sign. </div>

<p>Napolitano finishes removing his head bandages.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Whose place is it, this mansion? </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">Guy named Pizer. The girl's uncle. </div> 

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Sydney Pizer? </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">You know him? </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">I met a couple of his goons the other night. Got a partial off his Bentley. </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">One of those guys is Hoovler's CI. Word is, they're planning to clean up Rachel 'cause she knows too much. </div>

<p>Napolitano tenses. He has no choice but to go along. </p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">You turned in your piece? </div>
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 108</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15082</id>

    <published>2008-08-27T07:54:30Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T07:55:08Z</updated>

    <summary>DELAND One of ‘em. NAPOLITANO You got one for me? DELAND Under your seat. INT. WOLF’S LAIR - RACHEL&apos;S GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT A hand is cuffed to the bed frame -- Rachel’s. She twists and turns violently in the...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <category term="Los Angeles" scheme="http://www.sixapart.com/ns/types#category" />
    
    
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        <![CDATA[<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">One of ‘em. </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">You got one for me? </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">Under your seat. </div>

<p>INT.  WOLF’S LAIR - RACHEL'S GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT</p>

<p>A hand is cuffed to the bed frame -- Rachel’s. She twists and turns violently in the dim LIGHT, bruising her shackled wrist, slowly waking herself up.</p>

<p>INT.  WOLF’S LAIR - WINE CELLAR - NIGHT</p>

<p>Wayne leans back in his chair, blowing smoke-rings. Alphonse stares at him silently.  </p>

<p>BEEP. Wayne reads a text message on his phone. Alphonse paces.</p>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="paren"> (rises) </div>
<div class="dialogue">All right, get yourself together, they're here. He’s gonna want to see the girl.  Shoot him in the back if you have to, then the girl. Don’t stall, don’t hesitate. Don’t answer any questions. I'll keep Deland busy. </div>

<div class="name">ALPHONSE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Where’s the fat man? He should be here. </div>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Don’t worry, nobody’s taking credit for your big kill. </div>

<p>He goes to pinch Alphonse's cheek, but Alphonse knocks away his hand. </p>

<p>EXT. WOLF’S LAIR - NIGHT</p>

<p>The moon shines bright, illuminating the giant Hollywood sign atop Mt. Lee.  </p>

<p>Deland’s Crown Vic stops in front of the castle. Deland gets out and moves toward the house. Napolitano's nowhere to be seen. From out of the darkness, the two Henchmen, Bony and Karl, flank Deland and guide him to the door.</p>

<p>REVERSE ANGLE - NAPOLITANO</p>

<p>Hiding in a cluster of trees, watching, punching in a number on his cell. The Henchmen take Deland inside.<br />
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 109</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15083</id>

    <published>2008-08-27T07:55:42Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T07:59:21Z</updated>

    <summary>GALLARDO (filtered) Yeah. NAPOLITANO (urgent whisper) It&apos;s Napolitano. Where are you? INTERCUT: INT. GALLARDO&apos;S BEDROOM - NIGHT Gallardo&apos;s on the phone, as his wife tries to sleep beside him. A clock radio says 2:40. GALLARDO Home in bed. Where are...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<div class="name">GALLARDO</div>
<div class="paren">(filtered) </div>
<div class="dialogue">Yeah. </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="paren"> (urgent whisper)</div>
<div class="dialogue">It's Napolitano. Where are you? </div>

<p>INTERCUT:</p>

<p>INT. GALLARDO'S BEDROOM - NIGHT</p>

<p>Gallardo's on the phone, as his wife tries to sleep beside him. A clock radio says 2:40.</p>

<div class="name">GALLARDO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Home in bed. Where are you? </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Didn't Deland leave you a message? </div>

<div class="name">GALLARDO</div>
<div class="dialogue">No, haven't heard from him. What's up? </div>

<p>Off Napolitano, liking this less and less by the second. He notices something in the distance --</p>

<p>RACHEL'S BALCONY </p>

<p>The one she jumped from earlier. Its French doors are still open, and there's a dim LIGHT on inside.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Never mind, sorry to bother you. </div> 

<p>NAPOLITANO</p>

<p>He pockets the phone and moves off. </p>

<p>INT.  WOLF’S LAIR - ENTRYWAY - NIGHT</p>

<p>The Henchmen bring Deland inside, where Wayne pats him down. He finds a gun in his ankle holster and takes it.</p>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">I was told you were gonna deliver a package. </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">He's here. It's a nice night, he felt like taking a walk. </div>
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 110</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15084</id>

    <published>2008-08-27T07:59:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-27T08:00:53Z</updated>

    <summary>Wayne nods to Bony and Karl, who head back outside. WAYNE We&apos;ll wait for him downstairs. DELAND Look, I did what I said I&apos;d do. I don&apos;t need to be here now. WAYNE You think I&apos;m stupid, is that it?...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>Wayne nods to Bony and Karl, who head back outside.</p>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">We'll wait for him downstairs. </div> 

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">Look, I did what I said I'd do. I don't need to be here now. </div>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">You think I'm stupid, is that it? </div>

<p>He CLICKS the hammer back on Deland's gun. </p>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Get moving. </div>

<p>He shoves Deland toward the stairway, and follows.</p>

<p>EXT. WOLF’S LAIR - RACHEL'S BALCONY - NIGHT</p>

<p>A figure drops quietly down onto the balcony from the roof, landing away from the doorway. ¬It's Napolitano.  He quietly peers inside the room, sees Rachel kneeling by the bed, futilely trying to break out of the handcuff.</p>

<p>INT. RACHEL'S GUEST ROOM - NIGHT</p>

<p>Napolitano enters with a finger to his lips. Rachel turns and sees him. It's all she can do to stifle a GASP.</p>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="paren"> (barely a whisper) </div>
<div class="dialogue">I knew you'd come! </div>

<p>Napolitano embraces her, then gets to work on the cuff.</p>

<p>EXT. WOLF'S LAIR - BACK OF THE HOUSE - NIGHT</p>

<p>Karl searches the grounds with a FLASHLIGHT.  A shed near the pool has been busted open. Karl scans the area, spots a ladder leaning up against the back of the house. He gets on his cell, speed dials a number.</p>

<div class="name">KARL</div>
<div class="dialogue">Back here by the pool -- hurry! </div>

<p>He CLICKS off.<br />
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 111</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15153</id>

    <published>2008-09-04T06:16:13Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T06:17:25Z</updated>

    <summary>INT. WOLF’S LAIR - STAIRWAY - NIGHT Feet running up steps. Alphonse first, then Deland and Wayne. INT. RACHEL&apos;S GUEST ROOM - MOMENTS LATER Alphonse bursts in. The bed frame has been taken apart, and Rachel is gone. ALPHONSE Shit!...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>INT. WOLF’S LAIR - STAIRWAY - NIGHT</p>

<p>Feet running up steps. Alphonse first, then Deland and Wayne. </p>

<p>INT. RACHEL'S GUEST ROOM - MOMENTS LATER</p>

<p>Alphonse bursts in. The bed frame has been taken apart, and Rachel is gone.</p>

<div class="name">ALPHONSE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Shit! Shit shit shit! </div>

<p>Wayne blows by him, gun out, pushing Deland. He looks out on the balcony, then down into the yard. Nothing.</p>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Stay with this dickweed and don't let him out of your sight, understand? </div>

<p>Alphonse takes a gun from his waistband, as Wayne races out.</p>

<p>EXT. WOLF'S LAIR - BACK OF THE HOUSE - NIGHT <br />
Karl hoists himself from the ladder onto the roof, gun first. As Bony follows --</p>

<p>NAPOLITANO AND RACHEL</p>

<p>Emerge from behind the nearby pool shed. Rachel still has the handcuff dangling from a wrist. Napolitano removes the ladder from the house and they hurry off.</p>

<p>EXT. WOLF’S LAIR - FRONT OF THE HOUSE – NIGHT</p>

<p>Wayne moves cautiously, gun first, around the side of the house. As soon as he does –</p>

<p>ON THE CROWN VIC</p>

<p>Napolitano pops up in the driver’s seat. The ENGINE ROARS to life, and he tears out of the driveway, as Wayne comes running back after him, too late. </p>

<p>EXT.  MULHOLLAND DRIVE - NIGHT <br />
The Crown Vic hugs the windy road. </p>

<p>INT.  DELAND’S CROWN VIC (MOVING) - NIGHT <br />
Behind the wheel, Napolitano negotiates Mulholland Drive’s sharp twists and turns. Rachel is next to him, trying to get a signal on her cell phone.<br />
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 112</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15154</id>

    <published>2008-09-04T06:18:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T06:20:19Z</updated>

    <summary>RACHEL Mine doesn’t work either. Napolitano tries turning right onto Edgewood Dive, but several vehicles block the intersection. He slows to look, then keeps driving up the mountain. NAPOLITANO Your pals from The Order sure got here fast. RACHEL Great...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">Mine doesn’t work either. </div>

<p>Napolitano tries turning right onto Edgewood Dive, but several vehicles block the intersection.  He slows to look, then keeps driving up the mountain. </p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div> 
<div class="dialogue">Your pals from The Order sure got here fast. </div> 

<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">Great pals. Like getting me a few auditions entitles them to my body and half my income. </div>

<p>Napolitano glances at her as they pass the Mulholland Dr./Mt. Lee intersection. More cars are blocking the road leading down the mountain. </p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div> 
<div class="dialogue">They’re forcing us up the mountain. </div> 

<div class="name">RACHEL</div> 
<div class="dialogue">What are we gonna do? </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Go see what they want. </div>

<p>He turns up the mountain and keeps driving.</p>

<p>EXT.  MT. LEE ROAD - NIGHT </p>

<p>The road ends at a fence with a radio tower and building on the other side of it.  Napolitano stops the Crown Vic about a hundred feet shy of the tower.  </p>

<p>INT.  DELAND’S CROWN VIC - NIGHT </p>

<p>Napolitano’s side of the road is against the hillside. Rachel’s side is fenced off, beyond which is a steep drop down into the hills, where we glimpse scaffolding and some sort of construction. </p>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div> 
<div class="dialogue">Is that the...</div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div> 
<div class="dialogue">Yep. </div>

<p>As CAMERA PANS, we realize she’s looking at the back of the HOLLYWOOD SIGN, just a few hundred feet down the mountain. Napolitano opens his door.   </p>]]>
        
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 113</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15155</id>

    <published>2008-09-04T06:20:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-04T06:29:48Z</updated>

    <summary>EXT. MT. LEE ROAD - NIGHT About to get out of the Crown Vic, Napolitano sees a car shining its BRIGHTS behind them. NAPOLITANO That’s them. Get out, I owe ’em one. They both get out as Napolitano shifts into...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>EXT.  MT. LEE ROAD - NIGHT </p>

<p>About to get out of the Crown Vic, Napolitano sees a car shining its BRIGHTS behind them.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">That’s them. Get out, I owe ’em one. </div>

<p>They both get out as Napolitano shifts into neutral and aims the wheel. The car begins to roll backward downhill, picking up speed.<br />
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INT.  BMW - NIGHT </p>

<p>Alphonse, behind the wheel, brakes in panic. Wayne is upfront, with Bony holding his gun on Deland in the back. The Crown Vic barrels toward them in reverse.</p>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Go around! </div>

<div class="name">ALPHONSE</div>
<div class="dialogue">I can’t! </div>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div> 
<div class="dialogue">Do it…!</div> 

<p>Alphonse tries to squeeze past, but can’t. Wayne, Deland and Boni bail out just before the cars collide. The Beemer goes crashing through the fence --</p>

<p>OVER THE LEDGE</p>

<p>With Alphonse inside, careening off the road and flipping down the hillside, CRUNCHING horribly into some trees. </p>

<p>EXT.  MT. LEE - NIGHT </p>

<p>Napolitano and Rachel, halt their descent toward the Hollywood Sign to watch in horror.  </p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Come on…!</div>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">Don’t even think about trying to help him. </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">We’ll let the cops worry about that. They’ll be here five within minutes after we trip the motion detectors on that sign. You ready? </div>
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 114</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15156</id>

    <published>2008-09-04T06:26:21Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T04:12:45Z</updated>

    <summary>She nods, and they begin to edge carefully down the steep incline. EXT. MT. LEE ROAD - NIGHT Deland and Wayne watch the crash in dismay. Bony moves toward the gaping hole in the fence. DELAND Let’s get out of...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>She nods, and they begin to edge carefully down the steep incline.</p>

<p>EXT.  MT. LEE ROAD - NIGHT </p>

<p>Deland and Wayne watch the crash in dismay. Bony moves toward the gaping hole in the fence.</p>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">Let’s get out of here. The cops’ll be here soon. </div>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Don’t worry about the cops. We leave here without doing our job, we’ll all wish we were in that car with Alphonse. </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">And what exactly is our job? </div>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">The mayor and the girl. And you too, if you give us any trouble. </div>

<div class="name">BONY</div>
<div class="dialogue">Come on, this way! </div>

<p>Wayne motions Deland ahead toward the opening in the fence, and the three of them start to make their way down the mountainside.</p>

<p> EXT.  MT. LEE - NIGHT<br />
 <br />
Napolitano and Rachel make it down to level ground, at the base of the HOLLYWOOD SIGN. Napolitano waves his arms at the motion detectors attached to the back of the sign.</p>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div> 
<div class="dialogue">What if they follow us? </div>
 
<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div> 
<div class="dialogue">You let me take care of that. </div> 

<p>They begin moving toward the front of the sign.</p>

<p>EXT.  MT. LEE - NIGHT </p>

<p>Wayne, Deland and Bony descend down the mountain. Bony loses his balance and slides down the path, coming to a stop, about twenty feet down. As Wayne carefully goes to make sure he’s okay, Deland spots some movement down by the sign. Wayne notices that Deland is hanging back.<br />
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 115</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15157</id>

    <published>2008-09-04T06:30:52Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T18:04:04Z</updated>

    <summary>WAYNE What are you waiting for? Deland resumes his descent. INT. WOLF&apos;S LAIR - NIGHT Sydney, bandaged around the middle with his shirt open, is dozing in a recliner as the big-screen blares Adult Swim cartoons. He awakes with a...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">What are you waiting for? </div>

<p>Deland resumes his descent.</p>

<p>INT. WOLF'S LAIR - NIGHT</p>

<p>Sydney, bandaged around the middle with his shirt open, is dozing in a recliner as the big-screen blares Adult Swim cartoons. He awakes with a start, disoriented.</p>

<div class="name">SYDNEY</div>
<div class="dialogue">Celeste...? Oh, Jesus. </div>

<p>He looks at his watch, piecing things together in his mind.  He gets up gingerly, purposely knocking aside a walker that he's left there. He calls out --</p>

<div class="name">SYDNEY</div>
<div class="dialogue">Rachel? Where the hell is everybody? </div>

<p>He pours himself a shot of scotch from a bottle on the coffee table, drinks it down and moves off.</p>

<p>EXT.  HOLLYWOOD SIGN - NIGHT </p>

<p>Rachel and Napolitano crouch out of sight, beneath the front of the second “L.” They look out toward the city below them, its TWINKLING LIGHTS beckoning before dawn.</p>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div> 
<div class="dialogue">Wow…</div>
 
<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div> 
<div class="paren"> (peeks back up the mountain) </div>
<div class="dialogue">Stay down. If they’re coming, they’ll be coming the way we came. </div>
 
Rachel takes his arm, smiles sweetly and snuggles against him. 

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Tell me -- why do you think I’m your dad? I mean, ’cause your Mom never told me that. </div>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">She told me -- finally. The other night, when everybody was looking for you. I heard all about the romantic trip you two took on that train. She really loved you. </div>

<p>Napolitano smiles and looks away, lost in thought. </p>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">I guess she wanted me to know… you know, in case something happened. </div>

<p>The moment is broken, as the SOUND of a police chopper approaches. Napolitano quickly scans the pre-dawn sky.<br />
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 116</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15231</id>

    <published>2008-09-10T17:45:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T17:47:43Z</updated>

    <summary>EXT. MT. LEE - NIGHT Wayne perks up as he hears the CHOPPER. He motions Bony to circle around the Hollywood Sign. Then he grabs Deland hard, puts the gun to his head and calls out -- WAYNE Napolitano, I...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>EXT.  MT. LEE - NIGHT</p>

<p>Wayne perks up as he hears the CHOPPER. He motions Bony to  circle around the Hollywood Sign. Then he grabs Deland hard, puts the gun to his head and calls out --</p>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Napolitano, I know you're here!  Come out with the girl. I've got your buddy Deland. </div>

<p>WITH NAPOLITANO AND RACHEL</p>

<p>Crouched low in front of the sign's first "L." He takes the gun from his waistband and gets ready to defend himself and Rachel. He cranes his neck to see the helicopter, which is scanning the area with a SEARCHLIGHT.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="paren"> (calling) </div>
<div class="dialogue">Let him go. The cops are almost here. </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">They won't help us, Russ. They’re in with Duvane and these two. </div>

<p>As if on cue, the chopper suddenly CUTS its light and banks away from the scene.</p>

<p>Napolitano hands his gun to Rachel.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Use this if you have to. </div>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">Where are you going? </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">There's only two of 'em. Might as well see what they want. </div>

<p>He comes out carefully, edging his way up the steep incline.</p>

<p>WIDER - ON THE SCENE</p>

<p>Wayne holds Deland, as before. Bony, unable to find a safe path to the sign, has stopped. He aims his gun at Napolitano.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Put your guns away. I'm unarmed. </div>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Where's the girl? </div>
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    <title>Right of Way 117</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.laobserved.com/script/right_of_way_117.php" />
    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15232</id>

    <published>2008-09-10T17:48:14Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T17:49:09Z</updated>

    <summary>NAPOLITANO Got me. I dropped her on Mulholland. She was a real handf... BANG! Before he finishes the word, Bony FIRES, hitting him in the shoulder, knocking him down, sliding toward the edge of the cliff -- DELAND Grabs Wayne&apos;s...</summary>
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        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Got me. I dropped her on Mulholland. She was a real handf... </div>

<p>BANG! Before he finishes the word, Bony FIRES, hitting him in the shoulder, knocking him down, sliding toward the edge of the cliff --</p>

<p>DELAND</p>

<p>Grabs Wayne's gun-hand, pushing it away just as Wayne SHOOTS wildly into the air. As the two wrestle for control, they both lose their footing and go tumbling down toward --</p>

<p>NAPOLITANO</p>

<p>A jagged boulder has stopped his slide. He manages to pull himself up -- BAM! BAM! -- and take cover behind the rock, avoiding Bony's shots. Napolitano checks his shoulder, which is soaked with blood.</p>

<p>WAYNE AND DELAND</p>

<p>Wrestle for control of the gun on the steep slope to the nearby precipice. Deland takes control but must let go and grasp at a tree branch to keep from sliding down. Wayne grabs onto some brush, and Deland lunges for him again.</p>

<p>NAPOLITANO</p>

<p>He edges out to help Deland, but -- BAM! --</p>

<p>BONY</p>

<p>SHOOTS again and misses. He's now advancing quickly but carefully down the slope toward the fight.</p>

<p>NAPOLITANO</p>

<p>Dives safely behind the rock for cover. He takes off his shirt and begins to tie one of the sleeves to a tree root.</p>

<p>IN FRONT OF THE 'L' - RACHEL</p>

<p>Gripping the gun with both hands, too terrified to shoot. Bony crosses without seeing her, and she scrambles to the other side of the sign to hide.</p>

<p>DELAND AND WAYNE</p>

<p>Grappling for their lives. Deland is lying on Wayne's right arm, prying the gun from his grip. Wayne grabs a rock with his left hand, and bashes Deland, stunning him.  <br />
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 118</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.laobserved.com/script/right_of_way_118.php" />
    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15233</id>

    <published>2008-09-10T17:49:37Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T17:50:40Z</updated>

    <summary>BONY Sees Wayne in control. He swings around the jagged rock, gun first, but Napolitano&apos;s not there! Just then -- NAPOLITANO Vaults the rock, placing a sweeping side-kick to Bony&apos;s head, sending him staggering over the side of the mountain!...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>BONY</p>

<p>Sees Wayne in control. He swings around the jagged rock, gun first, but Napolitano's not there! Just then --</p>

<p>NAPOLITANO</p>

<p>Vaults the rock, placing a sweeping side-kick to Bony's head, sending him staggering over the side of the mountain!</p>

<p>Napolitano lands and falls, sliding toward the precipice. At the last moment, he reaches out to grab the shirt he tied down to stop his descent. He begins to pull himself up.</p>

<p>WAYNE</p>

<p>Gets to his feet and takes aim at Napolitano, but Deland lunges for his legs, knocking him down. They both come rolling toward Napolitano, who grabs Deland with all his strength.</p>

<p>Wayne also grabs Deland just before he goes over the edge. With the other hand, he points his gun at Napolitano who, despite his bad shoulder, supports the weight of all of them.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">You shoot, and we're all three dead. </div>

<p>Deland coils his right leg, ready to kick Wayne over the side. It's a classic standoff.</p>

<div class="name">WAYNE</div>
<div class="dialogue">We're dead anyway. Duvane's got the cops in his pocket. Pizer too. </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Then you have a choice to make. </div>

<p>Wayne takes a deep breath, resigned to his fate. ¬But instead of giving in, he aims directly at Napolitano.</p>

<p>Deland KICKS HARD, and Wayne SHOOTS and misses, as he goes flying down the mountainside. Deland and Napolitano share a look, then start to regain their footing on the harsh terrain.</p>

<p>EXT. MT. LEE - MOMENTS LATER - DAWN</p>

<p>Napolitano, now wearing his tattered, bloody shirt, makes his way up the mountain with help from Rachel and Deland.</p>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">Daddy? </div>

<p>Napolitano shoots Deland an uneasy glance before turning to meet her gaze.<br />
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 119</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.laobserved.com/script/right_of_way_119.php" />
    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15234</id>

    <published>2008-09-10T17:50:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T17:52:10Z</updated>

    <summary>RACHEL They&apos;ll let you go, right? When I tell them everything? NAPOLITANO Rachel, baby... I&apos;m not your father. She looks like she&apos;s been kicked in the gut. NAPOLITANO Your mother and I never took a romantic train ride. She told...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">They'll let you go, right? When I tell them everything? </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Rachel, baby... I'm not your father. </div>

<p>She looks like she's been kicked in the gut.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Your mother and I never took a romantic train ride. She told you that to get you to lead the police to me. She was manipulating you. </div>

<div class="name">RACHEL</div>
<div class="dialogue">I knew it wasn't true. </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">It doesn't mean I don't care about you just as much. I've known you since you were a baby. </div>

<p>She withdraws from him so suddenly it's like she doesn't even hear. Napolitano wishes he could erase the sting, but he knows he can't. They approach the road, where the last of six marked and unmarked SHERIFFS' CARS pulls up.</p>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="dialogue">Looks like a party. </div>

<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">Yeah, a lynching party. </div>

<p>EXT. MT. LEE ROAD - CONTINUOUS - DAWN</p>

<p>A DOZEN DEPUTIES are fanning out, pointing rifles, shotguns and handguns at the approaching threesome. One of the Deputies, MAGUIRE, has a megaphone.</p>

<div class="name">MAGUIRE</div>
<div class="paren"> (through megaphone) </div>
<div class="dialogue">Get down on your knees and place your hands behind your head! </div>

<div class="name">NAPOLITANO</div>
<div class="paren"> (calling) </div>
<div class="dialogue">I'm Mayor Russell Napolitano. We need medical attention. </div>

<div class="name">MAGUIRE</div>
<div class="dialogue">Down on your knees! Now! </div>
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 120</title>
    <link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://www.laobserved.com/script/right_of_way_120.php" />
    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15235</id>

    <published>2008-09-10T17:52:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T17:53:36Z</updated>

    <summary>The deputies cock their weapons. Napolitano, Deland and Rachel comply. And several cops move in to take them into custody. EXT. MT. LEE ROAD - MOMENTS LATER - DAWN Maguire and another deputy question Rachel, away from Napolitano and Deland,...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<p>The deputies cock their weapons. Napolitano, Deland and Rachel comply. And several cops move in to take them into custody.</p>

<p>EXT. MT. LEE ROAD - MOMENTS LATER - DAWN</p>

<p>Maguire and another deputy question Rachel, away from Napolitano and Deland, who are being led in handcuffs to a waiting ambulance. Rachel looks over to see --</p>

<p>SYDNEY'S SUPER-CAR</p>

<p>Approaching on the windy road. Sydney parks and gets out, waddling over toward Rachel with a large cup in his hand. He's stopped momentarily at the perimeter, but he shows a Deputy some ID and is escorted back.</p>

<div class="name">SYDNEY</div>
<div class="dialogue">Rachel, darlin', I was worried sick over you. </div>

<p>Rachel is too horrified to speak. Sydney addresses Maguire.</p>

<div class="name">SYDNEY</div>
<div class="dialogue">I'm her Uncle Sydney. Is she all right? </div>

<div class="name">MAGUIRE</div>
<div class="dialogue">I know who you are, sir. She's free to go. </div>

<div class="name">SYDNEY</div>
<div class="dialogue">She gets a bit overwhelmed. Events can be stupefying sometimes. </div>

<div class="name">MAGUIRE</div>
<div class="dialogue">The medics checked her out... </div>

<div class="name">SYDNEY</div>
<div class="dialogue">No, no, all she needs is a little tender loving care, right darlin'? </div>

<p>Rachel doesn't acknowledge. Sydney prods her toward his car, and she moves as if in a trance. He offers her the cup.</p>

<div class="name">SYDNEY</div>
<div class="dialogue">I brought you some juice. Drink up. </div>

<p>After a long beat, she takes the cup and sips. Sydney pulls her close as he walks her to his car.</p>

<p>AT THE AMBULANCE</p>

<p>As the PARAMEDICS and Deputies escort them to the back of the ambulance, Napolitano and Deland crane their necks to watch. Deland can see Napolitano is distraught.<br />
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<entry>
    <title>Right of Way 121</title>
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    <id>tag:www.laobserved.com,2008:/script//15.15236</id>

    <published>2008-09-10T17:55:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-10T17:56:43Z</updated>

    <summary>DELAND Hey, she&apos;s free. You saved her life. Napolitano looks grim as he gets into the back with Deland, the Deputies and Paramedics. Two other Cops shut them in. INT. AMBULANCE - MOVING - MOMENTS LATER - DAWN Napolitano and...</summary>
    <author>
        <name>Eric Estrin</name>
        <uri>http://www.laobserved.com/contributors.php#estrin</uri>
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        <![CDATA[<div class="name">DELAND</div>
<div class="dialogue">Hey, she's free. You saved her life. </div>

<p>Napolitano looks grim as he gets into the back with Deland, the Deputies and Paramedics. Two other Cops shut them in.</p>

<p>INT. AMBULANCE - MOVING - MOMENTS LATER - DAWN</p>

<p>Napolitano and Deland lie on stretchers in the back, being tended by the Two Paramedics. The SIREN BLURTS out a warning and the Ambulance begins to roll off. But before it picks up speed they hear a muffled sound from O.S. -- a GUNSHOT!</p>

<p>Napolitano and Deland rise on their stretchers. A Paramedic gently push Napolitano back down, but he resists.</p>

<p>The Driver gets a radio call and stops the car. He BLURTS the SIREN again, backs up 20 yards and stops. The back doors fly open. Napolitano is up on his elbows watching.</p>

<p>MUSIC UP and CREDITS ROLL.</p>

<p>THROUGH THE BACK OF THE AMBULANCE</p>

<p>The Paramedics jump out and run toward the Supercar. Sydney is slumped against the wheel, dead from a gunshot to his right temple. Cops are pulling Rachel out of the passenger seat, taking the gun from her hand and arresting her.</p>

<p>The Medics get Sydney onto a stretcher and check his vitals, but they know it's hopeless. They talk to Maguire, who gets on his radio.</p>

<p>REVERSE ANGLE</p>

<p>The Paramedics hustle back inside the back of the ambulance. Deland watches Napolitano, concerned.</p>

<p>PUSH IN ON Napolitano, who is struggling wildly against his restraints to get to Rachel. One of them quickly prepares a syringe and injects his arm with a sedative.  </p>

<p>The ambulance begins to roll off. Slowly and against his will, Napolitano falls into a deep, fitful stupor.</p>

<p>FADE OUT:</p>

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