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figured out how to pull it off.
    Both snitches look around, like they think they're being watched.
    BIG SNITCH
    Fuck, we shouldn't even be talking.
    BRADY
    Why? We talk all the time.
    BIG SNITCH
    This is different. Let me ask you ... how deep in this shit are you?
    BRADY
    About to my neck.
    BIG SNITCH
    Any chance you could hang back on this one? Let someone else handle it?
    BRADY
    Can't and won't.
    BIG SNITCH
    (looking around again)
    Look, Wells, you're not the brightest guy I ever met, but you seem pretty okay for a Fed, so let me ask you something. If I was one of those old-time sailors who had spent all his life at sea, one of those crusty old barnacles who could read the water like it was the morning news, and I told you there was a storm coming, you'd get your boat out of the water, wouldn't you?
    BRADY
    I guess.
    BIG SNITCH
    We've been doing this all our lives. There's a storm coming. Get your boat the fuck out of the water.
    The turn their backs to Brady and walk away.
    CUT TO:
    EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING - NIGHT
    A typical middle-income apartment building in the D.C. area.
    INT. BRADY'S BEDROOM
    Brady, shirtless, sleeping in a tangle of bedsheets. Hands twitching, face a scowl, eyes darting under closed lids. The room is bathed in the blue-gray glow from a television.
    The sound of the television is slowly drowned out by a ROARING SOUND like an approaching tornado. As it gets louder, Brady gets more and more agitated.
    Suddenly Brady SITS BOLT UPRIGHT in bed, face slick with sweat. At the same moment the ROARING STOPS. It takes a few moments for Brady to catch his breath.
    CUT TO:
    INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - MORNING
    Helen is sitting at a desk, looking pissed off. Brady walks up holding two coffees and a wax paper bag.
    HELEN
    At my orientation they told me that violation of core time was a dismissable offense.
    BRADY
    "Violation of core time?" Is that what they're calling it now? When I started they just said don't be late.
    (handing Helen a coffee)
    Here. I hope black is okay--they only had powdered creamer.
    HELEN
    Thank you, black is fine.
    BRADY
    (reaching into the paper bag)
    And I got you one of these.
    He hands Helen a muffin, then pulls out another one for himself. Helen eyes the muffin suspiciously.
    HELEN
    What's that?
    BRADY
    It's a bran muffin.
    (Helen just looks at him)
    What? I have one of these with my coffee every morning.
    HELEN
    So does that mean we'll need to stop off in an hour so you can take a dump?
    BRADY
    More like ninety minutes. What do you mean "stop off?"
    HELEN
    We've got orders to hit the road. Our flight leaves in two hours.
    BRADY
    No shit? Where to?
    HELEN
    (standing up)
    Arizona.
    She walks away.
    BRADY
    Arizona?
    CUT TO:
    EXT. DULLES INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY
    One of the nation's busiest airports, in full swing.
    INT. AIRPLANE
    A full flight--every seat is taken. The plane is starting to push away from the gate, and the flight attendants are beginning their safety spiel.
    Helen and Brady are seated one row apart. Brady has to lean forward over the seat to talk to her.
    BRADY
    Cheap-asses at the Bureau. Couldn't even seat us next to each other. I guess we should be glad they put us on the same flight, at least.
    HELEN
    I know I'm glad.
    FLIGHT ATTENDANT
    (to BRADY)
    Sir, you're going to have to sit back.
    BRADY
    Sorry.
    He sits back. A few seconds later he's leaning over the seat again.
    BRADY
    Let me see it.
    HELEN
    What?
    BRADY
    The thing.
    HELEN
    Why?
    BRADY
    Because I want to. Jeez, what are you, my mom?
    A heavy sigh from Helen. She takes a small briefcase out of the storage area at her feet, opens it, removes a plastic bag, kind of like a Ziploc but with a red band and the word "Evidence." She hands the bag over her shoulder.
    HELEN
    Don't mess it up.
    BRADY
    I'm a federal agent too, you know. I think I can handle evidence without messing it up.
    He inspects the bag. Inside is a receipt slip, the old kind that uses a sheet of carbon paper to make a merchant's copy.
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