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FAIRMONT HOTEL - ACROSS THE STREET

Two F.B.I. Agents, loitering by their vehicle, look up at Hartman, dangling off the side of the building.

"Holy shit, we got a jumper."

The other Agent raises binoculars to his eyes. "Looks like... Hartman... !"

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PENTHOUSE SUITE

Whoops ... I'm feeling tired ... Whoops ..." Jack lets Hartman drop a foot. Hartman SCREAMS!

Ianto drops his gun and grabs the clothesline. Jack bolts from the balcony into the suite's library. Agent Star sprints onto the balcony. Star and Ianto begin hauling Hartman up as .. . Jack steals through the suite, through the vestibule, and into the elevator. On the balcony Agent Star and Ianto hoist Director Hartman, red-faced and sputtering, over the railing.

Ianto grabs Star's walkie-talkie. "All units, this is Caretaker. WE'VE GOT A SIGNAL SIX. Jack's in the elevator! Let me know where he stops!"

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FAIRMONT HOTEL - BASEMENT - HOTEL KITCHEN

Jack exits the elevator. The kitchen is bustling with Cooks And Busboys. Jack moves toward the side exit. Two F.B.I. Agents enter. Jack ducks into the dishwashing room. Waits for the Agents to run past. Jack emerges, running right into... Ianto. WHAMM. Jack's fist slams into Ianto's jaw. Ianto goes down on the huge dishwasher. Jack moves off quickly toward the side exit.

Jack exits the hotel. 20 feet away is the Parking Valet. Ten incredibly fast expensive European cars are waiting to be parked. First in line, however, is a Humuvee.

Ianto exits, looking at Jack getting into the Humvee. The Humvee explodes out of the hotel driveway. Ianto shouts to the F.B.I. Agents across the street "That's him!"

The F.B.I. Sedans roar off after Jack. Ianto looks around. A Ferrari sitting there. Ianto gets behind the wheel. The Ferrari blasts out of the driveway after the Humvee.

The Humvee lumbers up to a traffic light. Stops behind several vehicles ahead. Jack looks-up in the rear view mirror. The F.B.I. Sedans are behind him, closing fast. Jack rams the stick shift into gear; throws the wheel.

Jack's Humvee veers to the side and climbs over a parked, day-glow painted VW Beetle, squashing its hood. The Humvee roars through the intersection, leaving -The F.B.I. sedans and Ianto's Ferrari trapped at the light behind the other cars.

The Humvee plows through traffic, hitting the left and right bumpers of the cars in front of it, knocking them aside. It blows through ten cars like ten-pins. Ianto's Ferrari slaloms through the Humvee's wake of dented cars and accelerates after the Humvee. Two police patrolmen scramble into their cruisers, throwing on the cherry lights.

The Cruisers charge after the Humvee and the Ferrari.

The Humvee is accelerating up a very steep hill. 100 yards down the hill, the Two S.F. Police Cruisers, the F.B.I. sedans, and Ianto's ferrari, all race after it.

Jack has the radio on. A NEWSFLASH is broadcast: "This just in: More than twenty highway patrolmen are involved in a high-speed chase on Van Ness Boulevard, north of Trocadero ..."

Jack looks at the Humvee's Cell phone. Grabs it. Studies it. He's never used one before. "Modern conveniences. Cheers. (punches numbers) San Francisco. Alice Carter. That's C..a..r..t..e ..."

At the upcoming intersection the light is red. A Water Truck proceeds into the intersection. Jack runs the red light. The truck is in the intersection. Jack violently throws the wheel. The Humvee swerves to avoid the truck - but doesn't make it. Jack's Humvee SLAMS into the truck's back end, knocking it sideways. The Humvee blasts through the intersection as –water bottles (5 gallon each) tumble off the truck. The bottles roll down the hill, gaining speed. The call connects.

"Hello?"

"Is this Alice Carter?" Jack asks.

"Yes. Who is this?"

"Jack Harkness. (lengthy pause) Don't be shocked. I don't have much time. Please listen carefully"

Ianto is also on the phone.

"Where is he sir?"

"RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME." Ianto roars into the Bluetooth, wrenching the wheel.

"What's he doing?"

"HE'S ON THE PHONE... I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, HIS STOCKBROKER!" Ianto does not have time for this, why can't they bloody look and chase him themselves …. Why does he have to be in front … the patrol car whips around a corner to become the front vehicle and Ianto is about to yell at them to get out of the way when he notices Jack's latest move. Oh shit. Gotta go. Ianto looks at water bottles bearing down on him.

Inside the following patrol car the two patrolmen gape. Their eyes widen too as – the bottles are bouncing now, roll down on them at m.p.h. A bottle smashes through the windshield, showering the Patrolmen with glass.

Chaos.

Bottle after bottle smashes down on the front-running vehicles. Denting hoods, smashing windshields. Three F.B.I. Sedans and Ianto's Ferrari negotiate the crashing cars. They race through the carnage after Jack.

Jack's Humvee explodes over the crest of a hill at 90 m.p.h. and soars. A beat, then -THE F.B.I. Sedans, followed by Ianto's Ferrari soar over the crest of the hill.

At the next intersection here, Two Road Workers are sliding a Steel Plate over a 6 ft. deep ditch cut in the asphalt (for a water main or equivalent). The Road Workers, hearing the roar of Jack's Humvee, look up and dive away just as the Humvee blasts over the steel plate, dislodging it from its positioning. It Teeters on the lip of the ditch.

The front F.B.I. Sedan hits the teetering steel plate, which collapses - causing the sedan to be swallowed up halfway into the ditch, it's rear end sticking up in the air. Seconds pass, then –The second F.B.I. Sedan slams into the front-running Sedan's exposed undercarriage. Both vehicles are obliterated. Ianto's Ferrari, in the most hair-raising slide ever seen, veers and misses the mangled F.B.I. sedans.

Jack is watching in his rear-view mirror and whistles softly as he watches Ianto fly.

Now it's just Jack and Ianto.

Jack's Humvee, with Ianto's Ferrari close behind, races down a street on the crest of a hill. In the intersection ahead a cable car is turning down the hill. Jack's Humvee also turns down the hill, but as the Humvee rounds the corner –an old woman starts crossing the street. Jack throws the wheel swerving to avoid her, and - The Humvee's bumper catches the back of the cable car, dislodging its rear steel wheels from the cable car tracks. With the front wheels still lodged in the tracks, the cable car begins to slide sideways.

Ianto's Ferrari clears the cable car's sliding back end and sprints after Jack's Humvee.

The Humvee and Ferrari blast down the hill. The street is thick with vehicular traffic. So the Humvee swerves, leaving the street. onto the sidewalk. Where... SNAP SNAP SNAP it knocks down every parking meter, then hits a ladder in a cordoned off area. On the ladder, a lineman is fixing a Municipal Power Line. The ladder collapses; the lineman falls, flailing through the air. IANTO slams on the brakes. The Ferrari spins 180 degrees and lurches to a stop facing uphill. Air Bags explode in Ianto's face.

"Shit shit SHIT SHIT ..." Ianto screams with rage and pain as he clutches at his bleeding nose.

IANTO looks up the hill. Ianto's eyes bug. The cable car is still sliding down the hill sideways. The sliding cable car, its wheels spewing sparks is coming down the hill. The last passenger dives. it's now empty and sliding straight for Ianto's Ferrari ... Ianto grabs the Ferrari's cell phone and tries the door latch. The goddamn airbag is all over him... So Ianto shoots the fucking air bag.

The tumbling cable car hits the nearest car's rear. The vehicle's gas tank explodes, lifting the cable car. The Ferrari's door flies open. Ianto dives away as - the cable car, aflame, cartwheels in mid-air and lands with a WHUMP on the Ferrari, crushing it like a tin-can.

Ianto, dazed, wheels away from the wreck, shielding his eyes from the smoke and fire. A Youth on an old motorcycle rolls up. "You just fucked up your Ferrari, man."

"It's not mine." Ianto replies as he yanks out his wallet and started removing a wad of money.

"Way cool." The kid smiles.

"Neither is this." Ianto shoves the kid off the Motorcycle while slamming the handful of notes into the kid's hands. Speeds off into traffic. The kid stands there dumbstruck with enough money to buy two beat up dirt bikes.