SEASON 3
EPISODE 11
"Assassin"
Writer: Tommy Thompson
Director: Michael Lange
Bus Depot
Washington D.C.
(On the main concourse of the bus depot a janitor mops the floor after the bustle of the day.  A lone passenger strides towards the exit.  In a back room behind a service counter four people sit around a table playing poker.  The woman, the clerk of the booking desk of the bus depot,  is smoking.  It would appear that the game has been in progress for some time.)
Woman: Two pair is the power.  (She blows smoke from the cigarette up towards the ceiling.)
Lou: Oh like candy from babies.  I'm in for fifty.  (He throws a bill on the pot in the middle of the table before turning to the man beside him.)  Zipper?
Zipper: Oh, for a pair of dogs.   I'm out.  (He places his cards on the table.)
Lou: How 'bout it, Smokey? (He is referring to the cigarette in her mouth.)
Woman: Very charming.  Kiss your mother with that mouth?  Fold.  (She also puts her cards on the table.)
Lou: Oh well, I guess it's you and me big time.  See the bet.  I need Kayger(?) money.
Jarod: I'll see your fifty and I'll raise you fifty. (He places the money in the pot.)
Zipper: He's got the flush Lou.
Lou: Not a chance.  Eleven spades played that leaves two left in the deck.
Jarod: You only need one. (He says it with all innocence and sincerity.)
Lou: Alright I will see your fifty, and bump you two hundred.  (Jarod looks down at his limited cash on the table beside him.)  Oh.  Looks like you're a little light mister.
Jarod: Oh, I don't have any more cash with me.  I do have my watch.  Will that work?  (He removes it from his wrist and places it on the middle of the table.)
Lou: Let's see.  (He picks up the watch and examines it closely.  He looks up in surprise.)  This is an Omega Seamaster.  It's gotta be worth at least four grand.
Jarod: It's worth six.  And I'll give it to you for the three hundred and twenty-seven dollar bet and your (pointing)  . . . hat.
Lou: You want my hat?  (It is a black hat, similar in style to that worn by Frank Sinatra.  It is primarily worn for decoration as it could provide very little protection from the sun.)
Jarod: Hmm mm.  All you have to do is call the bet.  (Lou takes off his hat and puts it on the table.)
Woman: There's a reason why they call Aces and Eights a 'Dead Man's Hand', Wild Bill.
Lou: Do you mind, Smokey?
Woman: Excuse me.  (She stands and moves to the front desk.)
Jarod: The watch is ticking.
Woman: (She leans over, flicks a switch and talks into the microphone.)  Last call for Hartford, Boston and Albany at Bay Seven.   All aboard.
Zipper: He's got the flush Lou.  Just cut your losses and get on the bus.
Lou: Shut up!
Jarod: Tick.  Tick. Tick.
Lou: (He looks at Jarod carefully who is the epitome of innocence.  He throws the cards down on the table.)  Fine, take it.
Jarod: Okay!
Lou: Let's go Zipper.  (He stands and he and Zipper walk towards the door.)
Woman: You boys stop by any time.
Lou: (He stops and turns back to Jarod.)  Hey mister, did you have the flush.
Jarod: Do you really want to know?
Lou: Nah.
Jarod: Have a good trip.  (They leave.  Jarod starts to gather up his money.)
Woman: (She turns over Jarod's cards and looks at them.  She laughs.)  Hell of a bluff sweetie.  Where did you learn to play cards?
Jarod: I read this book.  (He holds it up so that she can read the title: "How to Play Poker.")  It's very good.
(A bell is rung on the front counter.  A young woman stands there, expectantly.)
Rachael: (She is breathless.)  Excuse me.  I need a ticket.  Ah, your first thing out, please.
Woman: I've got a turnaround to Baltimore leaves in ten minutes.
Rachael: Perfect.  Thank you.
Woman: You want to get on a bus, (The young woman looks over her shoulder just in time to notice a man enter the building by the front door.)  ride for an hour then come right back?
Rachael: (She turns back to the clerk, now visibly anxious.)  A bathroom.  Do you have a bathroom?  (Jarod stands and goes to the door to look at the woman as he notices the anxiety in her voice.)
Woman: It's in the back.
(She hurries off in the direction indicated by the woman.  Jarod picks up his black leather jacket and puts it on before following her.)

(Outside the bathroom, the man pulls out a gun before pushing open the door and entering the ladies room.  Inside Rachael, who has locked herself into the third cubicle jumps at the sound of the outer door opening.  He moves to the first cubicle and pushing the door open.  Finding it open he moves to the second one and repeats the action.  On finding the third door locked he peers through the gap between the door and the wall.  He sees Rachael sitting there.)
Man: Alright Rachael it's time to come out of there.
Rachael: I'm not running away.
Man: It's a bus station.  This looks very bad.
Rachael: I just need time to think.  I don't have any luggage.
Man: You know what's at stake here.
Rachael: I know.
Man: Why don't you open the door and we can settle this like decent human beings . . .  (She looks up and around looking for an escape route.)   You've got three seconds bitch or I take you where you sit.
Jarod: Hey!  (The man turns around and Jarod grabs him by the hand that is holding the gun.  He bends and rolls the man over his shoulder.  The man falls with a crash onto his back onto the hard floor.)   I believe this is the lady's room.  (Jarod hits the man across the jaw, knocking him out.  He shakes his hand to ease the pain in his knuckles.)  Ow!  You can come out now.
Rachael: (She unlocks the door and steps part of the way out of the cubicle using the door as a shield.  She looks to where the man is prone on the floor.)  Is he dead?  (Jarod picks up the mans gun.)
Jarod: I don't think so.
Rachael: Do you have any idea what you've just done?
Jarod: Helped you?
Rachael: (She moves past Jarod towards the outer door of the bathroom.)  Mind your own business.  You could get somebody killed.  (She quickly leaves.  Jarod  looks after her in puzzlement.)