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Written by
Tyler Marceca
ROBOT/MOOBIE
Why don’t crabs give each other
gifts on Christmas?
(pause for effect)
Because they’re shell-fish.
-- when Dead Guy SPRINGS to his feet like he’s just been
JUMPSTARTED back to life with a fucking car battery!
And now that he’s alive, we can give him a name. WEBER.
He looks down and sees a black and white tabby cat named
TANGO staring up at him from the couch. He’s confused.
Christmas tree.
Marble fireplace.
Weber reaches across and holds his hand over the mug.
No steam.
THE KITCHEN
PEEPHOLE POV:
FIRST BEDROOM
-- but no hostiles.
MASTER BEDROOM
He staggers into --
MASTER BATHROOM
A SNOWFLAKE.
Weber was shot from long range. Not up close and personal.
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MASTER BATHROOM
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Weber stands before the mirror. Scalp sealed back up. The
towel wrapped around his neck soaked through with blood.
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THE KITCHEN
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Weber then hunches down to align the laser sight with the
bullet hole.
Through the heat blooms and falling snow, Weber traces the
BEAM to the taller CORPORATE HIGH-RISE across the street.
He notes the floor and the window where the bullet appears
to have originated.
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WEBER
I’m gonna be gone for the night,
Tango, but I’ll be back tomorrow.
(standing)
No inviting any strays over.
WEBER
(into phone)
I just took fire in my apartment,
Morrow. I’m burnt... and I need to
know who struck the match. If you
get this, stay close to your phone.
Weber hangs up and pops open the phone’s back panel with-
out breaking stride. Removing the phone’s SIM CARD.
Weber peers through the glass doors and spots the SECURITY
GUARD seated at the sign-in desk. Asleep at his post.
Weber comes around the sign-in desk and discovers that the
guard isn’t merely sleeping in heavenly peace.
He’s DEAD!
Propped in his chair with his arms folded across his chest.
**SYSTEM DOWN**
He moves off and heads for the bank of elevators. Hits the
UP button.
Weber takes out his penknife and wedges it into the narrow
fault in the glass. Traces its circular course --
Weber pulls out his penlight. Searching the floor for any-
thing his assassin might’ve left behind.
Turns up nil.
A contemplative beat.
WEBER’S PHONE:
Weber enters frame and plops onto the couch. Setting his pop-
corn and hot cocoa (capped with unmelted marshmallow cubes)
on the coffee table next to the Moobie and the gift wrap.
10.
BLEEDING out.
ADMISSIONS NURSE
You were shot... in the head. With
what? A paintball?
WEBER
A three hundred Win Mag round.
ADMISSIONS NURSE
Oh, dear lord.
DOCTOR
Are these staples in here?
11.
WEBER
Yeah. I made sure to disinfect
them first.
DOCTOR
So you did this yourself?
WEBER
I did.
DOCTOR
Certainly looks like it. Where’d
you even learn to do this?
WEBER
I was a field medic.
DOCTOR
Well, we’re not in the field any-
more. You can’t go treating gun-
shot wounds with office supplies.
I’m gonna need to take these out.
And suture this properly.
WEBER
You have my informed consent.
WEBER (CONT’D)
The police are here.
DOCTOR
We’re required by law to report
patients with gunshot wounds.
LATER:
FEMALE DETECTIVE
So that’s your story then?
12.
WEBER
That’s what happened.
FEMALE DETECTIVE
You’re just walking down Western
Ave and then wham, a bullet pegs
you in the back of the head?
WEBER
Yes... but it didn’t feel like a
bullet. It felt like a rock.
FEMALE DETECTIVE
A rock, huh?
WEBER
A small, very sharp rock.
FEMALE DETECTIVE
Right. Okay... then what happened?
WEBER
Then I felt something wet run down
my back. And then I felt dizzy.
FEMALE DETECTIVE
But not so dizzy that you couldn’t
make it back to your apartment and
superglue your head back together.
WEBER
I used staples. Not glue.
FEMALE DETECTIVE
Right. And you never heard a shot?
WEBER
I didn’t hear anything.
FEMALE DETECTIVE
And you can’t think of anyone who
would want to kill you?
WEBER
No, I have no idea who did this.
Or why.
DOCTOR
Sorry to interrupt, but I have to
take care of this crudely dressed
head trauma.
FEMALE DETECTIVE
Alright, but we’ve got a lot more
questions for you, Mr. Bingham. So
expect to see us in the morning.
MALE DETECTIVE
Was that how it was the first time?
WEBER
I wasn’t walking. I was kneeling
in the sand. With a black hood
over my head. But yeah, I didn’t
see it coming that time either.
MALE DETECTIVE
Even still... you’re pretty damn
lucky to have been shot in the
one place on your body that’s
reinforced with a titanium plate.
WEBER
How many times have you been shot
in the head, Detective?
MALE DETECTIVE
Can’t say I have.
14.
WEBER
Then I’d say you’re the lucky one.
DOCTOR
I’m going to administer a local
anesthetic before I begin. I’ll
need you to hold still.
(off Weber’s agreeing
nod)
No nodding, please.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
You might feel some sharp pain at
first.
(reaching in)
Been a long night for you. Hasn’t
it, Mr. Bingham?
WEBER
I’m starting to think it will be.
CUT TO:
WEBER
Hey, Nic. You guys all settled?
INTERCUT WITH:
NICOLE
Yeah, my sister made up the fold-
out for us. Just wish I felt more
settled about tomorrow night.
WEBER
Hey, I get it, Nic. I really do,
but it’s different now. You can
count on me this time.
NICOLE
It’s not me who’s counting on you.
HUNTER
Merry Christmas Eve-Eve, Dad!
WEBER
Merry Christmas Eve-Eve to you too.
NICOLE
He wishes you a Merry Christmas Eve-
Eve too. Now finish washing up.
NICOLE (CONT’D)
You heard him just now. He’s been
bouncing off the walls about this.
And seeing him this excited...
(exhaling deeply)
... just please, please don’t let
him down. Okay?
But Weber tamps it all down when the door swings in and a
tall MALE NURSE enters.
WEBER
(clearing his throat)
Listen, let’s touch base tomorrow.
Tell the animal I said goodnight.
And tell him I’m looking forward
to tomorrow night too. Alright?
NICOLE
Yeah. Sure thing.
KURT
And how’re you holding up in here,
Mr. Bingham?
WEBER
Just trying to find one of these
Moobie toys for my kid.
KURT
Yeesh. It sounds like every dad is
after one of those. They say those
things have over two hundred human-
like emotions programmed into ‘em.
WEBER
They also tell jokes.
KURT
That’s the thing about this hap-
happiest season of all. For most
of us, it’s anything but, right?
And I’ll say this, whoever it was
that spun up this holiday... they
oughta take him and nail him to a --
Weber rolls off the bed and sees Kurt recover. Pulling out
a tactical SWITCHBLADE --
If only she turned, she’d see Weber and Kurt BRAWLING in-
side the room through the door’s small window.
The cubicle curtain RIPS free from its ceiling track and
ENSHROUDS the two as they roll to the floor.
After some more blows, the form on the bottom goes SLACK.
CUT TO:
DOCTOR
(into phone)
Forty pieces? We couldn’t get one
that came fully assembled?
DOCTOR
(into phone)
I know it’s the one she wanted, but
I’m not gonna have time to put that
together until tomorrow night.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(into phone)
I’m just saying I might be the one
who ends up drinking Santa’s milk.
DOCTOR (CONT’D)
(into phone)
With some spiced rum mixed in.
WEBER
Found your hardware.
(tapping on his head)
Fortunately, I’ve got some hard-
ware of my own.
(checking the scope)
Credit where credit’s due, though.
It was a good shot in bad weather.
WEBER (CONT’D)
This to the confirm the kill?
WEBER (CONT’D)
It beats having to bring them my
head in an organ cooler, I guess.
20.
WEBER (CONT’D)
So I already know you’re supposed
to fly out to D.C. tonight to meet
your contact.
(tucking the phone away)
But there’s still some information
I need from you.
WEBER (CONT’D)
We’ll start with a simple question
to establish a baseline here. The
contract for me... was it more or
less than twenty five thousand?
(measured pause)
More?
(measured pause)
Less?
WEBER (CONT’D)
Less. I’m insulted.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Onto more pressing questions. This
contact you’re meeting in D.C., do
they know what you sound like?
KURT
Yes.
WEBER
That’s a lie.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Do they know what you look like?
WEBER (CONT’D)
Last question. Who commissioned
you to install a moonroof in my
head? Was it the company?
WEBER (CONT’D)
You don’t know.
KURT
I’d like a drink.
WEBER
I don’t have time to run down to
the liquor store.
KURT
Middle console.
KURT (CONT’D)
You going to the hospital... that
was a trap, wasn’t it?
WEBER
I figured whoever popped me would
be monitoring the police chatter.
And I know hospitals are mandated
to report victims with GSWs. So I
gave them my former cover. Thomas
Bingham.
KURT
That’s not your real name?
WEBER
Is Kurt yours?
KURT
But how did you know back in the
hospital? I played it perfectly.
WEBER
It wasn’t your movements. It was
your smell. That deer repellent
you call cologne. Caught a good
whiff of it back at your little
sniper’s nest across the street
from my apartment.
(giving Kurt a sniff)
It really lingers.
KURT
My daughter got it for me.
WEBER
Your daughter, eh?
(beat)
What’s her name? Her birthday? Her
eye color? Her favorite ice cream?
WEBER (CONT’D)
If you really wanna talk about
daughters, we can talk about the
daughter of that security guard
you administered a heart attack
to. You know, that little girl
in the photo on his desk whose
Christmas you just ruined.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Killing that man was unnecessary.
And lazy.
Weber drops the bottle. Grabs Kurt’s duffel off the floor.
WEBER (CONT’D)
And you’re gonna have to live with
that for the rest of your life.
Weber opens the van’s sliding door and steps out. Closing
it behind him.
KURT
Go to hell, you mother --
Weber tugs the column shifter out of park and DUCKS out --
Weber’s eyes then wander from the river to the night sky
above the Chicago skyline.
WEBER
(into phone)
We need to talk. The man who tried
to retire me tonight was instructed
to meet his client in your backyard.
Now if I find out it was the company
who outsourced this hit on me...
(blowing out a heavy
breath)
... I gotta tell you, my reaction
isn’t gonna be a measured one.
Weber ends the call and extracts the SIM card. Dropping it
in a half-drunk bottle of water.
“MICHAEL PAPPAS”
Weber slides the forged license into the bag of chips with
the burner phone.
Discards both the chip bag and the water bottle on his way
up to the gate agent’s desk.
Weber closes the door behind him and answers. Holding his
phone an inch from his nose, so only his face is in frame.
WEBER
What’re you doing up, Animal?
HUNTER
Hey, Dad! Just wanted to know if
I’m still seeing you tomorrow.
WEBER
Of course you are. Why would you
even ask that?
HUNTER
I don’t know. Mom’s like... being
all weird. She told me I’m gonna
have a great Christmas. No matter
what happens with you.
WEBER
Listen, I know...
(realizing the screen is
frozen now)
Animal? You there? Hello?
(muttering to himself)
Fuckin’ FaceTime.
HUNTER
You’re supposed to say “fudge”, Dad!
WEBER
Sorry about that, bud. But listen,
Mom is right. You are gonna have
a great Christmas. No matter what
happens. I’m gonna make sure of it.
Just then, the “FASTEN SEAT BELT” sign above the chemical
toilet DINGS on.
26.
HUNTER
What was that sound?
WEBER
Oh, that’s just the... fridge.
I think I left it open.
HUNTER
Were you eating in your sleep?
WEBER
What are you talking about? No
one eats while they’re asleep.
HUNTER
My friend Petey told me his dad
does. He said one time, his mom
woke up and, no joke, found him
eating a whole stick of butter.
WEBER
Well, I promise I wasn’t eating
any butter. We need that for the
pancakes. Anyway, it’s very late.
You need to get back to sleep.
HUNTER
Alright, fine. Love you, Dad!
WEBER
Love you too, bud.
And before Weber can catch his breath, the flight attendant
BANGS on the door again. Her tone more assertive this time.
Weber returns to his seat and wearily secures his seat belt.
Then he lowers his head. Starts kneading his temples.
MAN (O.S.)
Headache?
WEBER
Been dealing with it all night.
FRIENDLY
You’re lucky. I’ve been dealing
with mine since Thanksgiving.
27.
FRIENDLY (CONT’D)
It’s not the strong stuff, but
it should help the cause.
WEBER
Thanks. I should have picked up
some back in the terminal.
FRIENDLY
Ah, don’t sweat it.
FRIENDLY (CONT’D)
So, is your family down in D.C.?
WEBER
This is actually a work trip.
FRIENDLY
They gotcha working tomorrow? On
Christmas Eve?
WEBER
Yeah, it wasn’t expected. But I’m
catching an afternoon flight back
tomorrow. And I’m not missing it.
FRIENDLY
Well, I hope you’ve at least got
a decent meal waiting for you at
the end of this.
WEBER
We’ll see how it goes. What about
you?
FRIENDLY
Oh, for sure. Better than decent.
My wife’s Italian. She and all of
her sisters put out this obscene
spread. Favorite’s the “mana-gut.”
WEBER
“Mana-gut”?
28.
FRIENDLY
Manicotti for those of us whose
last names don’t end in a vowel.
They’re friggin’ delicious, man.
And the kids go wild for ‘em.
WEBER
Yeah. For my kid, it’s pancakes.
I’m gonna make them for him on
Christmas morning. I’ve already
got this special mix that’s made
by quakers.
FRIENDLY
Quaker Oats?
WEBER
No. Actual Pennsylvania quakers. I
don’t know what their formula is,
but I can tell you these guys have
perfected it. The plan is after my
son finishes opening up his gifts,
I’m gonna break out the griddle and
make us each a stack. Drown those
puppies in syrup. Like real Vermont
maple syrup. And big, fat slabs of
butter. Not just on top either. In
between. You do that when they’re
still nice and steamy. So all that
butter liquifies... and soaks right
in.
FRIENDLY
Okay, so what’re we talking here?
Blueberry? Chocolate chip?
WEBER
Straight up buttermilk. My boy’s
a purist. Like his pops.
FRIENDLY
Tell ya what, pal... that sounds
like a helluva nice tradition you
got going with your kid.
WEBER
Not much of a tradition, really.
This’ll be the first time I make
him pancakes. First time I spend
a real Christmas with him. Where
I don’t have to rely on whatever
pictures my ex took.
(MORE)
29.
WEBER (CONT'D)
I can’t tell you how many times
I’ve said to myself, “next year,
I’ll get it right.” Then I get
pulled away on some job overseas.
And what are you left with, huh?
Lost time and lost memories. So
if anything... that’s been our
holiday tradition. Not pancakes,
but disappointment.
FRIENDLY
Well... no one can be the world’s
greatest father everyday. I don’t
care what their coffee mug says.
I mean, I’m certainly not. We all
have our bad days. The days where
we disappoint, or don’t show up.
All you can do is try to make up
for it. Make the next day better.
Especially if that day happens to
land on Christmas.
FRIENDLY (CONT’D)
Trust me, you’ll make it all work.
Because that’s what us dads do.
(leaning in)
Just don’t miss that return flight.
WEBER
I’m Pappas.
WOMAN/LANA
My name’s Lana. The car’s waiting
for us out front.
Weber falls in lockstep with Lana as the two head for the
exit. Lana junking the sign as she passes a trash bin.
WEBER
Snowing here too, huh?
LANA
Supposed to get six inches. They
call that a storm.
(clucks dismissively)
That’s a beach day where I’m from.
Did you bring the kill footage?
LANA (CONT’D)
That’s us.
WEBER
Whose prom are we going to?
That joke fails to land with Lana, who moves to the rear
passenger door and holds it open for Weber. After you.
Limo Driver shifts the car out of park and pulls away.
LANA
So you had some trouble in Chicago?
WEBER
No trouble.
LANA
Your principal dragged himself in-
to a hospital with evidence of an
assassination attempt in his skull-
cap. What would you call that?
WEBER
A hiccup.
LANA
A hiccup?
WEBER
I still satisfied the contract.
LANA
You should’ve confirmed your kill
the first time.
WEBER
He was lying facedown in a pool of
his brains. I really didn’t think
I needed to walk across the street
and hold a mirror under his nose.
LANA
Let that be a lesson for you then.
(tone warming)
(MORE)
32.
LANA (CONT'D)
So me and the guys here, we were
engaged in a very spirited debate
before about what we think is the
best Christmas song. My vote was
for Darlene Love’s “Marshmallow
World.”
(thumbing to Limo Guy 1)
His was, “Holly Jolly Christmas.”
(pointing to Limo Guy 2)
Him, “The Chipmunk Song.”
(pointing to Limo Guy 3)
And this one here, in a disgusting
case of recency bias, “Santa Tell
Me.” By Ariana fucking Grande.
WEBER
I’m kinda shocked Trans-Siberian
Orchestra didn’t net any votes.
LANA
What about you?
WEBER
I’d probably say... “Santa Claus
is Coming to Town.”
LIMO GUY 2
Jackson Five?
WEBER
Springsteen.
And if that wasn’t festive enough, the red and green net
lights covering the limo’s ceiling blink on as well.
LANA
Now if that doesn’t get you in the
spirit... I don’t know what will.
Weber BUCKS wildly against Limo Guy 2. The wire SLICING in-
to his wedged fingers.
LANA (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
You had one fucking job, Pavel.
(turning to Limo Guy 1
next to her)
Help that moron out, please.
Limo Guy 1 pulls out an INJECTION GUN. Pushes off the seat.
“So I’m sending you this Christmas card, to say it’s nice
to have you here...”
Limo Guy 1 falls back slackly onto Lana. Pinning her down
as blood SPURTS from his wounds like lava.
“I’d like to sing about all things, Your eyes and mind can
see...”
Limo Guy 3 moves in from the other side of the limo with an
injection gun of his own.
With his free hand, Weber grabs a heavy glass DECANTER from
the bar section --
Drawing blood!
34.
Weber presses the flat of his boot against the other side of
the limo and pushes off --
-- his weight DRIVING Limo Guy 2 into the window behind him.
Limo Guy 2 topples back with the snapped ends of the garrote.
Weber DRILLS him in the face with his elbow for good measure --
Weber and Limo Guy 3 ROLL to the front seats still gripping
the injection gun --
Weber glances back and sees now Limo Guy 2 ADVANCING on him.
His bent nose GUSHING.
35.
Blood JETS from Limo Guy 2’s SLICED carotid. Body BUCKLING --
BAM! The bullet SIZZLES past Weber’s ear. Gouging the back-
rest.
Lana squeezes off three more SHOTS. The BARKS of the Ruger
loud as thunderclaps in the confined space.
The bullets CHEW into Limo Guy 3’s spine. Sparing him any
further suffering.
“So merry Christmas one and all, There’s no place I’d rather
be...”
Weber loses his grip on the pistol as the limo GLANCES off
what was presumably a concrete median --
Weber and Lana are both violently JERKED this way and that
as the limo BOUNCES down a steep embankment --
LANA (CONT’D)
That really... escalated...
WEBER
How’d you know it was me?
LANA
What’re you... talking about...
37.
WEBER
So you didn’t know.
(slowly realizing)
Of course. First thing you do after
an assassination is dispose of the
gun. Second thing you do is dispose
of the person who fired it. You were
just following instructions.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Who are they? How’d they find me?
WEBER (CONT’D)
Who issued the kill order? Was it
the company?
(off Lana’s silence)
Does this have to do with Project
Redwing? Or Operation Nightcap?
(beat, graver tone)
Is Novak behind this?
LANA
What’s your name?
(off Weber’s confusion)
I wanna know what... your name is.
WEBER
Weber.
LANA
(dreamily)
You’re not... lying. I can tell.
WEBER
Who hired you for this?
LANA
Go fuck yourself, Weber.
At the very top of the rise, he can just make out the road.
WEBER
And the hits just keep coming.
The stitches in his head have come UNDONE. The folds of his
scalp flopping down like the loosened corners of a poster.
A staple gun.
A Toblerone bar.
WEBER
Some last minute stocking stuffers.
I’m also looking for one of those
Moobie robot toys. Do you know of
any places in the area where they
might still have a few in stock?
CASHIER
I’d try online, dude.
WEBER
I’ll look into that. Meantime, is
there a bathroom here?
The cashier sighs. Doesn’t have the energy for this weirdo.
Chewing down the last bite of his Toblerone, Weber sets the
staple gun down and assesses his handiwork in the mirror.
Weber pulls out the phone. Sees that the number’s blocked.
The man on the other end of the line speaks with a smooth,
Russian purr. Weber’s NEMESIS.
NEMESIS (O.S.)
(subtitled Russian)
You didn’t check in.
(beat)
Lana? Are you there?
WEBER
They didn’t leave me much choice.
NEMESIS (O.S.)
There were five of them. How did
you pull that off?
WEBER
They didn’t see me as a threat.
NEMESIS (O.S.)
I won’t make that mistake.
WEBER
But you already have.
NEMESIS (O.S.)
Yes... you’re right, of course.
I should have come up there to
Chicago and saw to you myself.
WEBER
And how do you know I’m not your
shooter?
NEMESIS (O.S.)
Because the shooter wouldn’t have
been expecting anything other than
payment inside that limo.
(MORE)
42.
WEBER
Whatever this is that’s caught up
to me... it’d just find me later.
I’d rather sort this out tonight.
(beat)
Your voice... it’s not familiar.
NEMESIS (O.S.)
Not every enemy you have in this
life is known to you. I am happy
you survived, however. The sniper
wasn’t how I wanted it. Too quick.
Too clean. But now, I may just get
to kill you myself. And make a big,
wet mess of you while doing it.
(snickering)
I bet this isn’t how you saw your-
self spending the holidays.
WEBER
You’re not listening, comrade. I
plan on being home for Christmas.
“MORROW”
THE STUDY
A bookshelf.
A mahogany desk.
His hands have been TIED down to the arms of the chair.
WEBER
You had me in four moves, old man.
**ACCESS GRANTED**
WEBER (CONT’D)
You’ve gotten sloppy, Yevgeny.
CUT TO:
THE KITCHEN
The door opens and this time, TWO SLEEK FORMS in athletic
wear slip inside. Each with a drawstring sport pack.
THE STUDY
MALE JOGGER
(subtitled Russian)
Subject’s not where we left him.
It looks like someone moved him
away from his desk.
(listening)
Copy that. Checking now.
CUT TO:
She’s crouched low with her SIG. Her vantage giving her a
clear sightline on the door to the study.
FEMALE JOGGER
(subtitled Russian)
Report in, Fox One.
No response.
47.
WEBER
Shit...
-- but not before she CARVES another wound into Weber’s leg!
Using all that momentum to SWING her lithe body towards the
kitchen doorway --
THE STUDY
MALE JOGGER
(subtitled Russian)
Do you... read me? Fox Two... is
down. Are you there?
50.
WEBER
(subtitled Russian)
Doesn’t sound like your boss is
taking your calls.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Spetsnaz, hmm?
Weber tucks away the dagger. Squats down over Male Jogger.
WEBER (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
That voice in your ear, who does
it belong to? Is he part of the
Vanguard unit?
WEBER (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
Is that him?
MALE JOGGER
(subtitled Russian)
He wants to know if you were close
with the old man. If he was like a
father to you.
It’s only when the baby starts to CRY that Sexton comes to.
He plucks the bottle off the floor and pops it back in his
newborn’s mouth without missing a beat.
-- when his pocket VIBRATES. Sexton digs out his phone and
groggily answers.
SEXTON
Sexton.
WEBER (O.S.)
It’s Weber.
SEXTON
Bullshit.
WEBER (O.S.)
I got your number from Morrow’s
files. He’s dead.
52.
SEXTON
Dead? How?
WEBER (O.S.)
They tortured him. Put the old man
through hell trying to locate me.
SEXTON
Morrow knew where you were?
WEBER (O.S.)
He was the only one.
SEXTON
And now he’s dead because of it.
WEBER (O.S.)
Listen, I can’t say anymore over
the phone. I’m at Press Coffee. I
assume you don’t need directions.
SEXTON
I’ll be right over.
CUT TO:
Another blow.
Sexton reaches for the cup in front of him and takes a sip.
SEXTON
I don’t drink whole milk anymore.
Gives me terrible cramps.
WEBER
Sorry. I would’ve picked up some
Lactaid had I known.
SEXTON
Been over a year since you went
dark. And this is how you find
your way back, Web?
WEBER
I’m not back.
SEXTON
Old man’s really dead then?
WEBER
You’ll find him inside his house.
Along with three others.
SEXTON
There were three of them?
WEBER
Three there.... and five more in
a crashed limo off the interstate.
54.
SEXTON
Oh, is that it?
WEBER
Within greater D.C.
SEXTON
Goddamn, Web. You really know how
to shit in everyone’s slippers.
(beat)
So... who the hell are they?
SEXTON (CONT’D)
C’mon, man. If you really thought
it was us, you wouldn’t be sitting
here with me.
WEBER
Far as I can tell, the one quarter-
backing the op is Russian.
SEXTON
Ah, Russian. That narrows it down.
WEBER
Yeah, I know. I’m working on it.
SEXTON
You’re gonna have to do a helluva
lot better than that. Because the
list of foreign intel operatives
who’d take a pair of bolt cutters
to your toes for the shit you know
isn’t exactly a short one.
WEBER
They’re not after information.
SEXTON
And how do you know that?
WEBER
Because they put a bullet where I
keep it all stored.
SEXTON
Jesus, you got shot in the head?
Again? What’d they put up there,
Web? A magnet?
WEBER
Titanium. Military grade.
SEXTON
Yeah, I would say so after this
last performance test. You’re
lucky your shooter didn’t have
your medical files on hand.
WEBER
If only I was as lucky at cards as
I was with ballistic head trauma.
The two quiet when one of the young baristas walks over.
BARISTA
Your ham and fontina, sir.
WEBER
Thank you.
WEBER (CONT’D)
What do you know about Russia’s
Vanguard unit?
SEXTON
I know what you know. That it was a
Moscow-based assassination program
created to locate and retire state
defectors. It didn’t matter if they
had already given up the goods and
were living on an ostrich farm some-
where. Idea was to discourage future
acts of defection through fear of
reprisal. But they scrapped it six
years ago. Why? Do you think there’s
a link?
WEBER
I can’t say any more.
SEXTON
Why not?
56.
WEBER
Because if I do this officially,
it won’t get done. Least not the
way I need it done. I have to do
this off-book.
SEXTON
So what’re you asking me?
WEBER
To forget you’re with the company
for a day. And back me up.
SEXTON
Forget I’m with the company?
SEXTON (CONT’D)
Tell me, Web... why’d you go AWOL?
Weber swallows.
WEBER
You think about what you give to
this job. What it takes from you.
Your marriage. Time with your kid.
You can’t sacrifice those things,
unless what you’re sacrificing it
for matters. It has to matter.
(beat)
You ever seen an unmarked grave,
Sexton?
WEBER (CONT’D)
There ain’t much to see. There’s
no marker. No headstone. Just a
slightly raised mound of earth.
If the plot hadn’t been fresh, I
doubt I would’ve even found it.
SEXTON
Whose grave, Web?
WEBER
A woman who trusted us.
WEBER (O.S.)
Who trusted me.
WEBER
I couldn’t forget.
SEXTON
We’ve all lost assets. But that
doesn’t mean it’s for nothing.
WEBER
Yeah? Then what’s it for?
SEXTON
To protect the country. Protect
the people we care about. And I
know I felt much more confident
in accomplishing that when you
were still on the active roster.
WEBER
My jersey’s in the rafters. And
that’s where it’s staying.
SEXTON
What’re you doing?
WEBER
I can’t waste anymore time. I’m
gonna settle this before tonight.
SEXTON
You know I can’t just let you
walk out like this.
WEBER
I do.
WEBER (CONT’D)
You should only be out for an
hour.
He then moves for the exit. The barista CHIRPING after him --
BARISTA
Happy holidays!
The door opens behind Sasha and out steps YEVGENY GRICHENKO,
a thickset, ruddy-cheeked diplomat in his mid 50s.
SASHA
(subtitled Russian)
Anything else you need from me?
Sasha’s eager to punch out. And trying his best to mask it.
YEVGENY
(subtitled Russian)
This has a loose fold on its side.
(setting a second gift
down)
This one too.
60.
SASHA
We’re not taking any appointments
today, sir.
WEBER
I’m afraid Comrade Grichenko is
gonna have to squeeze me in.
YEVGENY
(subtitled Russian)
... soon, my dear. I just need to
wrap up a few things here at the
office. Sweetheart? Hello?
Yevgeny looks down at the phone’s base and sees that the
light for his extension is no longer flashing.
YEVGENY (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
You dropped my damn call, Sasha...
YEVGENY (CONT’D)
Weber...
61.
SASHA
He has a gun!
YEVGENY
(composed)
Yes, Sasha. I’m quite aware.
WEBER
Away from the door, please. Over
in the corner.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Cultural Affairs, Yevgeny?
YEVGENY
What can I say? They’ve finally
put me out to pasture.
WEBER
I always assumed a man like you
would sooner take a bullet than
a post like this.
YEVGENY
As did I, old friend. As did I.
Speaking of bullets, I’d heard
you took one in your crown some
years back. While out searching
for that vile creature, Novak.
WEBER
Tell me about your Vanguard unit.
YEVGENY
Vanguard? What’re you, the Ghost
of Christmas Past?
PFFT!
YEVGENY (CONT’D)
That was a gift from the deputy
cultural attache of Finland.
WEBER
Are you gonna make me blow out
your kneecaps before you start
taking me seriously?
YEVGENY
It was shut down six years ago.
WEBER
Yes... officially.
YEVGENY
And you’re suggesting what? That
I’m still running it in secret?
WEBER
It wouldn’t be the first time a
crafty, old mandarin like your-
self kept a pet project active
and off the accounting ledgers.
YEVGENY
I was the one who shut it down.
(dropping his guard)
My nephew, Anton. Very promising
boy. Climbing the ladder of the
FSB two rungs at a time. A source
of great pride for me. Until the
day he walked into the Chinese
embassy in Vladivostok. Carrying
with him a flash drive.
(letting out a grim SNORT)
After that, I decided to scrub the
program. I was not about to hunt
down my sister’s son. My godson. I
chose instead to bring my storied
career to this... pitiable end.
WEBER
Say that I’m inclined to believe
you. Then who’ve you been lending
cars from your motor pool to?
YEVGENY
Motor pool? What’re you talking
about?
63.
WEBER
D-D-Y-R-zero-zero-two-six. That’s
the plate number for a limousine
registered to your office. A limo
that I had to kill my way out of.
-- BANG!
SASHA
Drop your gun!
Keeping the gun trained on Weber, Sasha digs out his phone
with his free hand and thumbs out a text.
WEBER
Yevgeny really didn’t know what
was going on under his roof, did
he?
SASHA
Roof? Useless old fuck didn’t know
what was going on under his nose.
SASHA (CONT’D)
I’m the one he trusted.
WEBER
And who is he, if you don’t mind
me asking?
64.
SASHA
It’s not for me to say. You can
ask him when he arrives here.
WEBER
Fair enough.
WEBER (CONT’D)
You mind if I get that? Probably
my ex. She’s supposed to drop my
kid off tonight and she’s worried
I won’t be there because with me,
something always tends to pop up.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Suppose she’s right to be worried.
So... got any plans for Christmas?
SASHA
My um, girlfriend invited me to
attend mass with her family.
WEBER
Good girl?
SASHA
Good body. Just wish she’d get
her tits done like every other
woman in this country.
WEBER
Well, it sounds like she’s lucky
to have you in her life.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Say, maybe you can do me a solid
and hold onto something for me.
SASHA
Stop! Take off your coat first.
SASHA (CONT’D)
What were you gonna do with that,
huh? Now take it out slowly and
place it on the floor.
WEBER
You handle yourself well, Sasha.
What’re you? Special Forces?
SASHA
Please. I’m no fucking soldier.
WEBER
Of course not.
He thumbs a SWITCH --
Weber drops the knife handle. Retrieving his SIG off the
floor as he crosses to Sasha.
WEBER (CONT’D)
A soldier would’ve recognized that
was a ballistic knife.
(squatting down)
Why’re they after me? Tell me.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Is this about one of my assets?
66.
But Sasha can’t even muster one word. CHOKING and GAGGING
until, with one last GARGLE of life, he falls still.
WEBER (CONT’D)
You asshole.
Weber tucks away the SIG and grabs Sasha’s Makarev. Checks
its mag and races out of Yevgeny’s office.
A team of FOUR!
Weber FIRES --
ADJACENT ROOFTOP
-- sees that its rooftop, unlike the last two, isn’t flat,
but SLANTED. Also, a tad higher.
GABLED ROOFTOP
ADJACENT ROOFTOP
GABLED ROOFTOP
Weber hooks a leg onto the rooftop and HOISTS the rest of
himself up --
-- and more lively and quick than even Saint Nick, BOUNDS
down the slippery roof! SLIDING feet first.
Weber DIGS his heels into the icy shingles. Trying to slow
himself to keep from sailing right off the edge.
Hugging the roof, he leans out and chances a peek over the
ledge. Can’t help but CHUCKLE.
BALCONY
WEBER
Sorry, Animal. We’re gonna have
to make this a quick one.
HUNTER
Para-some-nee-ah.
WEBER
Huh? I think you’re breaking up --
HUNTER
-- parasomnia. That’s what Petey’s
dad has. I looked it up. It’s like
a real, um, condition.
HUNTER (CONT’D)
Some people eat other gross stuff.
Like raw meat. And even sponges.
WEBER
That’s super interesting, but I’m
in the middle of something right
now, bud. Can we talk later?
Hunter grumbles.
HUNTER
Ugh, goodbye...
Before Weber can get one word out, the old woman scoops up
her dog and flees.
And his voice, unmistakably that of the man whom Weber spoke
to on Lana’s cell.
NEMESIS
And that’s why we have designated
crosswalks.
Nemesis crouches over Weber like he’s about to rip open his
stomach and eat his intestines.
NEMESIS (CONT’D)
We’ve been keeping each other very
busy. Haven’t we, Weber?
WEBER
I remember you.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Marina...
NEMESIS
Yes, that’s right.
NEMESIS (CONT’D)
(muffled)
And this time, you don’t get to
just drive away.
73.
No image. No sound.
MORROW (O.S.)
You can’t be out on the streets!
You need to come in now!
WEBER
Not without her, Morrow.
MORROW (O.S.)
You’ve been given a directive to
stand down, you stubborn bastard!
WEBER
If I’m blown, so is Marina.
MORROW (O.S.)
It’s a shitty hand to play, but
your asset understood the risks.
Better than anyone.
WEBER
We assured her we’d be able to
get her out.
74.
MORROW (O.S.)
I know, kid... but she’s not my
responsibility.
WEBER
No, old man. She’s mine.
CUT TO:
MARINA
(subtitled Russian)
Yes?
INTERCUT WITH:
WEBER
They know about you, Marina! You
have to leave right now! Meet me
at the end of your block!
Then, with her suitcase, she throws open the front door --
She then slips her wedding ring off her finger. Extending
it to Dima.
MARINA
(subtitled Russian)
I was going to leave it in the
letter box. I would rather not
be buried with it.
Weber RIPS free of his seat belt and pops the glovebox --
-- when the Lada turns off the street and cruises away.
DIMA
This was the Iranian Ambassador’s
home. In this very room, he would
host lavish soirées with champagne
and caviar. But now, it’s home to
spiders...
DIMA (CONT’D)
... and junkies.
DIMA (CONT’D)
It saddens me, this place, because
I lost my home too. Or at least,
what made it a home... yes?
Sensing men standing behind him, Weber pulls his eyes away
from Dima. Glancing over his shoulder to find a BALD HEAVY
on his left.
Weber can’t help but notice the way Brute’s glaring at him.
WEBER
(to Dima)
What’s with your comrade? He’s
giving off some hostile vibes.
DIMA
You mean Kostya? Oh, he’s quite
angry with you. His cousin was
one of the men in the limousine.
WEBER
(subtitled Russian)
Guessing he was a first cousin.
78.
DIMA
He very much wants to kill you.
WEBER
Well, there’s only so much of me to
go around. So what took a seasoned
intel goon like you so long to find
me anyway?
DIMA
Oy, give me a break. I didn’t even
know your cover name. Wasn’t until
I was ordered to compel your late
Comrade Morrow to disclose to us
his entire Belarus network that
an opportunity presented itself.
WEBER
So, she never said anything?
DIMA
My wife? No. She told us nothing.
Did a better job of protecting
you than you did protecting her.
DIMA (CONT’D)
And once they realized she had no
interest in saving herself, they
brought her into a room that had
no windows. Just this small drain
in the middle of the floor. And in
that room, like so many traitorous
whores and bastards before her, she
was executed. A bullet to the head.
(jutting his chin toward
Weber’s head)
She didn’t fare as well as you.
WEBER
She deserved better.
79.
DIMA
(breathing fire)
Of course she deserved fucking
better than to be manipulated
and exploited and left to die!
WEBER
I didn’t manipulate Marina. You
know this game. You know no one
turns who wasn’t already looking
in that direction. I was just a
ferryman taking her to the other
shore. She could’ve jumped out at
any time and swam back to you.
DIMA
I loved my wife deeply.
WEBER
I know. That’s what terrified her
the most.
DIMA
I had my... failings as a husband.
But I was always loyal.
(raising his head, voice
sharpening)
And because of her lack of loyalty,
my superiors questioned mine. So I
had to prove to them all my loyalty
was... beyond question.
WEBER
It was you in that room with her,
wasn’t it?!?
DIMA
I remember wondering how I’d react
to seeing her cry. To hearing her
beg. But when they brought her in,
she didn’t say a word. She didn’t
even look me in the eyes. She just
stood there like a statue. Waiting
for it to happen. But the worst
part wasn’t pulling that trigger.
The worst part came weeks later,
when some doctor left a message
about a missed appointment.
(chin quivering)
She was pregnant. Probably only a
few weeks away from showing.
DIMA (CONT’D)
She told you...
WEBER
It’s why she came to us. It wasn’t
just herself Marina was seeking a
new life for.
DIMA
Stop saying that bitch’s name to
me! She’s a fucking traitor! And
traitors don’t have fuckin’ names!
DIMA (CONT’D)
Ah, look at that. Animal wants to
FaceTime with you. Funny nickname
for a son, Weber.
81.
DIMA (CONT’D)
Now, let’s get you camera-ready
here. We don’t want to alarm the
little tyke.
Dima then answers the FaceTime call. Holding the phone very
close to Weber so the camera’s framed tightly on his face.
HUNTER
Hey Dad! How’s it going?
WEBER
It’s going, bud. You having fun
with your cousins?
HUNTER
Kinda. They’re... a lot.
WEBER
I’m sure, but you should go play
with them. They love seeing you.
HUNTER
Yeah, fine. What’re you doing?
WEBER
Oh, I’m just, uh... little tied
up right now.
HUNTER
Tied up with what?
WEBER
Nothing that’s gonna get in the
way of our plans. I can promise
you that.
HUNTER
Okay. I’ll see you later then?
WEBER
You bet.
DIMA
That could’ve been the last time
you ever see him. And you didn’t
even say goodbye. But don’t worry,
Weber. You’ll have another chance.
DIMA (CONT’D)
Your old handler might’ve given
you up... but he never gave us
your family.
DIMA (CONT’D)
Oh, look at that. You and your boy
have location sharing enabled.
(rotating the phone to
study the screen)
One-two-two Sequoia Avenue. That’s
right here in D.C. How convenient.
DIMA (CONT’D)
Oh, yes... I know that look.
DIMA (CONT’D)
There’s no reason to get up. I’m
going to bring your family here.
It looks like you’ll be spending
Christmas with them after all.
WEBER
You really think I’m gonna let
this happen?!?
83.
DIMA
I think it would’ve been better
for you if you’d just died when
that bullet entered your skull.
WEBER
I’M GONNA END YOU, YOU FU --
CUT TO:
NICOLE
Why aren’t you playing with your
cousins, kiddo?
HUNTER
I dunno.
84.
NICOLE
Did something happen?
HUNTER
Tommy... he opened presents with
his dad today. He got a Moobie.
NICOLE
Yeah, I saw. What’s wrong?
NICOLE (CONT’D)
Was he not letting you play with --
HUNTER
Are you gonna get angry at dad if
he misses Christmas again?
NICOLE
I know we’ve been disappointed in
the past, but I think it’s gonna
be different this Christmas. In
fact, I have it on good authority
that your dad and Santa have an
awesome surprise waiting for you.
HUNTER
Really?
NICOLE
You bet, kiddo.
WEBER
(subtitled Russian)
Which one was he?
(MORE)
85.
WEBER (CONT'D)
(beat)
Your cousin. Which one was he in
the limousine?
WEBER (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
He didn’t wear glasses, did he?
No, I’m betting he was the red-
haired one.
WEBER (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
His name was Pavel, right? Yeah,
he was the first one to jump me.
I cut his throat with my spring-
loaded boot knife. Real messy.
WEBER (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
Only reason your shithead cousin
didn’t die screaming was because
the blade sliced his vocal cords.
Weber drops both the phone and SIG as he and Kostya land
hard against one of the pool’s sloped sides --
Weber then TWISTS his body and BOOTS Kostya in his face --
-- KNOCKING Kostya back into the rear wall of the deep end.
But the decrepit diving board gives way under Weber’s weight.
Weber clumsily DROPPING --
WEBER
SHIT!
Weber shakes off the fall. About to push off the ground --
SEXTON
You okay?!?
WEBER
He’s going after my family!
CUT TO:
NICOLE
Hunter, we’re gonna get going now!
Start saying your goodbyes!
WEBER
Goddamnit, Nicole!
SEXTON
What is it?
WEBER
Her voicemail box! It’s always fu --
WEBER
You alright?!?
SEXTON
Yeah, I’m fine!
SEXTON (CONT’D)
You get to them first!
Throwing it open --
Weber steers with one hand. Groping around for the phone
he just unknowingly demolished with the other.
NICOLE
(into phone)
... way - to - airport - now.
BALD HEAVY
(subtitled Russian)
They’re on the move. Make a left
at this next light.
(clicking his tongue)
This would be easier if we knew
where they were going.
BALD HEAVY
(subtitled Russian)
We’re close now. Make this right.
DIMA
(subtitled Russian)
What about the vehicle?
BALD HEAVY
(subtitled Russian)
A ride request came from One-Two-
Two Sequoia Avenue twelve minutes
ago. Car is a black Prius. Plate
number is F-N-six-one-eight-four.
DIMA
(subtitled Russian)
Six-one-eight-four.
(giving a nod over his
shoulder)
Get the hoods and cable ties out
of the back.
NICOLE
(into phone)
... I haven’t even thought about
what I’m gonna do for New Year’s
to be honest, Jenn. I need to get
through Christmas first.
BALD HEAVY
(subtitled Russian)
That’s them up there. Coming up
on our right.
DIMA
(subtitled Russian)
What about the American?
DIMA
(subtitled Russian)
And you mustn’t allow yourself to
be taken alive.
DIMA (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
Grab the MP in the back.
PRIMED to fire!
NICOLE
(into phone)
... no, Jenn, I think he really
understands now that you can’t
just be a presence in your son’s
life. You’ve got to be present.
DIMA
(subtitled Russian)
Don’t worry about the driver. Just
dump your whole mag into the back-
seat.
CUT TO:
DIMA
(subtitled Russian)
Bastard’s right on our ass! Wait
until I get him to your side!
Before the cruiser has a chance to join the fray, Dima TUGS
the wheel.
DIMA (CONT’D)
(subtitled Russian)
Fuck...
Aware that any sudden movement might tip the balance in his
disfavor.
Dima, who must have made a LEAPING GRAB for Weber’s grill
before his own vehicle went over, SLITHERS in through the
shattered windshield --
99.
WEBER
We keep going at it like this,
we’re both gonna go over.
DIMA
I don’t care if I go over. So
long as you go over with me.
Weber STRAINS to fend off the knife that has all of Dima’s
weight behind it --
-- and Weber DECKS him. KNOCKING Dima back into the front,
who lands hard against the middle console.
Inside the angled Suburban, Dima can feel the rear wheels
losing their tenuous hold.
WEBER
Her name... was Marina.
The ice CAVES... and the mangled vehicles both SINK below
the foamy, churning surface.
He breathlessly answers.
WEBER (CONT’D)
Nicole!
INTERCUT WITH:
Nicole exits from the Prius with Hunter. The car parked
along the curb at the departures terminal.
NICOLE
Yeah, we just got to the airport.
It’s a freakin’ madhouse here.
WEBER
Good thing you got there early
then.
NICOLE
Fortunately, the traffic coming
here wasn’t too bad. So, how’s
it going by you, huh? You sound
a little out of breath.
Flicks it away.
102.
WEBER
Yeah... I had to run around to a
few places. It’s crazy out there.
NICOLE
Well, we’ll probably get to you
around seven thirty tonight.
WEBER
That’s perfect.
SEXTON
I gotta team moving in to scoop
up Nicole and Hunter now.
WEBER
Call ‘em off!
WEBER (CONT’D)
They’re safe! Pull your people
back now!
WEBER (CONT’D)
(back into phone)
So... is your flight on time?
NICOLE
No reports of delays. But let’s
not jinx it, right?
WEBER
No, we wouldn’t wanna jinx that.
The agents lay eyes on Nicole and Hunter... and close in.
103.
NICOLE
Sure you’re okay? I’m picking up
on some stress in your voice.
WEBER
It’s the most stressful time of
the year, right?
NICOLE
Well, try to unwind when you can.
I’ll call you when we land.
HUNTER
How’d Dad sound?
NICOLE
Oh, like he’s finally learned the
true meaning of Christmas.
SEXTON
Where are you going?
WEBER
I need you to get me outta here.
SEXTON
What’re you talking about? This is
an international incident. And I’m
the ranking officer on the scene.
WEBER
Yes, and you’re gonna use that rank
to get the company to charter a jet
back to Chicago for me.
104.
SEXTON
(salty)
With or without an onboard chef?
WEBER
I have to get home, man. I can’t
let my kid down. I just can’t.
SEXTON
You really need to get your head
looked at, Web.
WEBER
I know I sound crazy, but I need
to give my son the Christmas he --
SEXTON
No, your head needs to be looked
at because it’s falling apart.
Now we see that Weber’s scalp has come UNDONE once again.
One flap having PEELED back like moldy wallpaper.
SEXTON (CONT’D)
We can take care of it on the way.
CUT TO:
Eight treats are spit out like coins from a slot machine.
CUT TO:
SEXTON
I bought you an hour. That’s the
best I could do.
SEXTON
How’s Humpty Dumpty looking?
WEBER
I can always throw on a Santa hat.
Oh, before I forget, I should give
this back to you.
WEBER (CONT’D)
These new designs are smaller. I
almost didn’t feel you tag me in
the coffee shop.
SEXTON
Working on a spray now if you can
believe that.
106.
WEBER
Your guy came through.
SEXTON
Always helps to know a guy.
(switching gears)
By the way, we’re still awaiting
confirmation, but it looks like
we got all of Morrow’s assets in
Belarus out. And their families.
It was really shaping up to be a
Christmas massacre. We were lucky
to have you in play. Putting out
a fire we didn’t even know about.
(making his pitch)
There’s gonna be other fires, you
know. Ones that might burn hotter.
And faster.
SEXTON (CONT’D)
And I know you had your reasons
for walking away, Web. But today,
man... all I saw were reasons for
you to come back. I think you saw
that too.
WEBER
If I were to consider coming back,
there’d be conditions.
SEXTON
Talk to me.
WEBER
First off, you take me out of the
field and stick me behind a desk.
With a nice, ergonomic chair. No
more flying off in the middle of
the night in a goddamn cargo hold.
No more time away from my family.
I’m done with all that now.
107.
SEXTON
Wait... you want a desk? Like an
actual desk? With drawers... and
a penholder?
WEBER
I’m not finished. I also want the
holidays off. Indefinitely. And I
don’t just mean an automatically
generated out-of-office reply. I
mean from December twenty-third
to January second, I do not exist
as far as the company’s concerned.
SEXTON
Fine. Done. That all?
WEBER
No, there’s one more thing I’d
need from the company.
SEXTON
Other than the fully fueled jet
I just requisitioned for you?
WEBER
Yeah. This might be a bigger ask.
AGENT 1
The package you requested.
WEBER
How’d you find one of these?
AGENT 1
Frankly, sir, it’s better if you
didn’t know.
WEBER
Almost nailed Christmas this year.
110.
Weber draws a breath and surveys the room one last time --
WEBER (CONT’D)
Alexa, next song.
NICOLE
Well, we made it.
WEBER
Yeah, you guys sure did.
HUNTER
Merry Christmas Eve, Dad!
WEBER
Merry Christmas Eve, Animal!
HUNTER
You made it!
WEBER
Made it? Where else would I be?
HUNTER
Dad... I was tracking you.
111.
WEBER
Why didn’t you say anything?
HUNTER
Mom would’ve totally killed you.
WEBER
Thanks for not blowing my cover.
NICOLE (O.S.)
What the fuck did you do to your
head, Stephen?!?
HUNTER (O.S.)
Mom, you’re supposed to say “fudge”!
CUT TO BLACK.