BILL KNIGHT

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					   "ICE"

     by

Butch S Seal




          Writer's Guild Of America
          Registration No.
          934246
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FADE IN ON:

EXT. ANTARCTIC PENINSULA – MORNING

Sheets of ice float over the vast expanse of water that sparkles under
the early morning sunshine. Suddenly --

A sophisticated and streamlined fighter jet BREAKS through the silence,
HISSING past us, and descending rapidly towards –-


EXT. USS TIGUANA

As the fighter jet approaches, we take in the full magnitude of the naval
aircraft carrier on which it will land. It's big. The fighter not only
pales in to insignificance as it touches down on the flight deck where
a bevy of military aircraft are stationed, but the undercarriage reveals
an enormous aerofoil in place of the hull. Majestic and monstrous, we are
witnessing military technology of a highly advanced era.

Super: USS Tiguana, Antarctic Peninsula

CAMERA PULLS OUT of the plane as it draws to a standstill to reveal -


EXT. FLIGHT DECK

BILL KNIGHT, a leather-skinned man whose face is etched with the scars
of a lifetime in combat. Fists clenched, he stands tensed and ready to
commence battle once again. Eyes unflinching, he faces off--

A masked stranger dressed in dark grey. We can see only his eyes through
the mask, a look of intensity to match that of his adversary; but these
are the eyes of youth. SUDDENLY --

A forward roll, and the masked assailant LUNGES at Bill with a flurry of
precision hand movements. Bill back-pedals, relenting the onslaught.

There is a potent fluidity to their battle motions as flat hands SHEATH
through the air like steel blades. This is a fighting system known as
taijutsu -- and although there is beauty in the ballet, it becomes quickly
apparent that this is a martial art-form where any direct contact would
deliver lethal and devastating consequences.

Upping the tempo, the masked assailant throws a smoke bomb to the ground
–- a crystalline PHUFF! -– as he launches through the air into a spinning
round-house; only to be blocked mid-flight and SPUN back round instead.

Bill steps away and rolls his shoulders. His eyes take on a feral intensity
and his fists physically enlarge in size. The gaze reads KILLER INSTINCT
-- a lion would be intimidated by such a predatory trance.

Fuelled with superhuman speed and UNLEASHING A FEROCIOUS ONSLAUGHT, the
masked stranger is torn apart as for every one move he blocks, five of
Bill's blows penetrate and hit their mark.
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A SQUARE KICK to the midriff and the masked stranger is sent HURTLING
through the air, CRASHING in to a wooden box –- releasing plankton, sea
urchins and various other sea oddities.

Floored and battered, the winded stranger breathes hard to signal defeat.
Bill offers his hand. The stranger declines, hoarding himself up. The
stranger removes his mask and salutes -- his nose bleeding badly.

                              BILL
            Need to work on that jab.

                              JACK
            I could say the same to you sir.

Raising an eyebrow, Bill takes out a pantella and lights it with a gold
coloured match-stick. An upstanding and honourable military man, Bill will
not be not humoured easily -- not even by his son.

JACK KNIGHT is a young mild mannered cadet following in his father's
footsteps.

Bill moves aside as an older cadet comes up to clean and plug Jack's bloody
nose.

                              JACK
            Hey, what do you think you're doing!?!

                              TYLER
            I'm doing what every good marine was
            trained for -- I'm cleaning up the mess.

One of Bill's junior pilots, TYLER BELL oozes Texan charm and has a
mischievous glint in his eye that endears him to all he meets.

                              JACK
            C'mon, leave it. It's just a scratch -- I
            always get them.

                              TYLER
            And somebody has to get rid off them.

                                JACK
            And that somebody's you I suppose? You're
            just trying to win brownie points off my old
            man.

                               TYLER
            And you and those buddies of yours won't be
            getting anymore of those magazines if you
            don't stop acting the smart-ass.

                              JACK
                       (changing his tune)
            You missed a bit.
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Bill walks back over.

                              TYLER
                            (to Jack)
            You were almost in the zone kid. Another
            couple of weeks and you'll kung-po your
            pup's ass no problems.

                              BILL
            You're a knuckle-head Bell.

                              TYLER
                        (smiles as ever)
            It takes years of practice and dedication
            sir.

                              BILL
                  (taking a moment to reflect)
            I'm sending you up in the DX7 this
            afternoon. Go get briefed in the CT
            simulator.

                              TYLER
                            (shocked)
            You want me up in a DX7?

                                BILL
            You want the ride lieutenant, or do you want
            me to pass it over to Boston?

                               TYLER
                            (sarcastic)
            Let me sleep on it and I'll let you know in
            the morning.

                               BILL
            Get out of here before you change my mind!

                               TYLER
            Sir, yes sir!

Jack is as chuffed for Tyler by the news, as Tyler struts away down the
flight deck.

                              BILL
            Let me look at that.

                               JACK
            It's fine.

With Tyler gone, Bill completely relaxes his composure around Jack. In
one instance he has transformed from a hard-core military commanding
officer into an affectionate and doting father.
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                               BILL
                  (cleansing the blood stains)
            Tyler's right, you’re growing stronger by
            the day. You'll be teaching me those moves
            if you carry on progressing at this rate.

                               JACK
            Right.

                                BILL
                     (suddenly all emotional)
            Your mother and I always knew you would make
            a fine officer one day.

                               JACK
            Sure.

                              BILL
                        (verge of tears)
            Listen Jack, I received some news from
            Virginia a few hours ago. It's about your
            mother.

                              JACK
            What's happened? What is it?

                               BILL
                            (tearful)
            Please, this is hard enough as it is --

                                JACK
            What is it? What's happened to mum? Tell me!

Bill wipes the last blood off Jack's face.

                                BILL
            It's just that -- it's just she wants to
            know what you want for dinner this weekend?

A smile cracks across Bill's face, as Jack realises he's been suckered
for a fool.

                              JACK
            You are one sick old man!

Jack pushes past him, but even he cannot prevent a small smirk creeping
across his face. Military humour, it's sick and it stinks.

Walking away, Jack passes a senior military officer --

                               JACK
            Hey Felix.

                               FELIX
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            Heard your father kicked your ass again
            Jack?

Jack waves his hand as if to say "PAH" to Felix.

                               BILL
                        (shouting to Jack)
            -- and get back here after lunch to see the
            training demo...

Jack acknowledges. A plane takes off in b.g., as Felix salutes Bill on
arrival. Bill is not bothered and fussed by such formalities. Felix knows
this -- he is simply taking the piss like he always does.

Although dressed in military stripes, Felix is more of an administrator
these days than he is a soldier. We know this by the size of his portly
waistline.

                              FELIX
            Go ahead and ask me.

                              BILL
            Did we get clearance?

                              FELIX
            Does the pope shit in the woods?

Bill laughs.

                          FELIX (cont'd)
            I have just been authorised and arranged
            clearance for us to use the cream of Uncle
            Sam's fighting machines for training
            operations –-

                                BILL
            Good, because I've already allocated one of
            the rides.

                              FELIX
            Then you'll also be glad to know we can
            train these second grade sons of bitches
            'til further notice.

                              BILL
            Indefinitely, eh? And you didn’t have to
            blow anyone.

                               FELIX
            Just the vice admiral. What time do you want
            to start rounding them up?

                              BILL
            After lunch. What the --
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Beside an army helicopter, a small congregation of personnel are gathered
around two men in the throes of a fight.

Junior pilot TOM FINCHER is slowly dismantling a flight mechanic
bone-by-bone. A simple soul, the battered and bruised mechanic takes the
beating without looking up once at his aggressor.

Fincher commands a similar presence to that of a playground ringleader.
A tall soldier with a square jaw, you can almost read the words "DON'T
FUCK WITH ME" etched on his skull.

Bill strolls over as Fincher toys with the mechanic like a ragdoll.

                              BILL
            What the hell's going on here?

                             FINCHER
                     (standing to attention)
            Nothing to trouble you with sir. We were
            having a minor disagreement, that's all.

Bill inspects the flight mechanic who stands and sways on the spot –-
oblivious and disorientated. Felix leads the injured mechanic away.

                              BILL
            You call that a minor disagreement?

                             FINCHER
            This man has a problem with authority.

                              BILL
            This man's deaf you jack-off!

                             FINCHER
            Then he shouldn’t be onboard this vessel.


Bill steps up to Fincher. Fincher towers over him. Felix returns and Jack
joins him in the b.g. You could cut the tension with a sharp knife.

                               BILL
            And that's your call to make, is it
            lieutenant?... So what did our good officer
            friend do to deserve a good old-fashioned
            Fincher ass-whipping? Did he refuse to lick
            your helmet clean again lieutenant?

                             FINCHER
            I refuse to answer that.

                              BILL
            And why would you choose to do that?

                             FINCHER
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             Because it's none of your goddamn business
             sir!

                                 BILL
             And that's where you're wrong lieutenant,
             because as commanding officer on this
             carrier I'm making it my business. And if
             you're stupid enough to think this is going
             away because you say so -- then you're sadly
             mistaken.

                              FINCHER
             Request to speak to the admiral --

                               BILL
             Request denied -- you'll speak to me.

                                FINCHER
             I beg to differ.

                                BILL
             Oh you do, do you? Then let's settle this
             the way you settle all disputes.

CRACK! Bill kicks out with lightning speed -- hooking straight into
Fincher's jaw. Fincher stumbles back, collapsing against the door of the
chopper.

A distinguished officer approaches the scene.

                              LEONARD
             Fincher! Go and wait outside my office --
             NOW!!

ADMIRAL LEONARD WELLS, the highest ranking officer on the carrier. He
carries a golf putter around with him -- the word eccentric springs to
mind. Fincher gets himself together and stumbles away, eyeballing Bill
as he passes.

                                 BILL
                              (salutes)
             Sir.

They walk.

                              LEONARD
             What just happened back there Bill?

                                BILL
             The kid's becoming too influential amongst
             the others. He needed to be bought down a
             peg or two.

                              LEONARD
             So he knows who's boss?
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                                BILL
            The same as it was in our day Leo. These new
            kids don't seem to respect the chain of
            command anymore.

                              LEONARD
            And we did? Two LG-MIG's bought down in as
            many weeks in our first year at training
            academy and you call that respect?

                              BILL
            Call it a code of honour then.

They smile. Although separated by rank, these men have mutual respect for
one another.

                             LEONARD
            You want him out of the academy?

                                BILL
            I've never been a fan of the mavericks Leo
            -- they don’t work well in teams. But we
            know from experience how valuable they can
            be on the day. And when that kid flies solo,
            I can't deny he's one of the best I've seen.

                             LEONARD
            And who are you to deprive our nation of
            those skills. This ongoing feud -- I'm
            worried how it's affecting the other
            students.

                              BILL
            They're fine. Don’t underestimate their
            confidence Leo.

                              LEONARD
            I'm responsible for the tax-payers money up
            there. Don't underestimate mine.

                               BILL
            Leave Fincher with me. I'll break him yet.

The comment jars Leonard -– but Bill fails to notice this.

                           BILL (cont'd)
            Felix got clearance from the pent to use the
            great whites.

                             LEONARD
            So I hear. What do you have in store?

                               BILL
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            Send up two of the young guns and let them
            rip.

                             LEONARD
            You think they're ready.

                                BILL
            I've already given one of the rides to Bell.

                             LEONARD
            Then give the other to Fincher.

                              BILL
            I know, but he's --

                             LEONARD
            -- as you say, clearly one of the best
            you've ever seen. And what better way to
            tame the beast...

Leonard walks on, leaving Bill to dwell on the subject. He'll go along
with the idea -- but he doesn't like it.


INT. SERVICE LEVEL

Fincher walks over to an LSO (Landing Signal Officer) as planes in b.g.
ascend on mechanised platforms to the flight deck above.

                             FINCHER
            Which DX7 have I been assigned for my
            training run this afternoon?

The LSO refers to his broadpad for the information.

                                 LSO
            Let me see, Lieutenant T. Fincher –-
            engineering has calibrated the white on the
            right to your specifications. Lieutenant
            Tyler Bell has been assigned the one to your
            left. Sir.

The LSO moves away as Fincher marvels at the flying beasts facing him.
An elite fighter jet, the DX7 looks like a compacted super spy plane from
the twentieth century. When air-bound, its appearance gives the
impression of a shooting star hence the moniker 'the great white'.

Coast clear -- Fincher clambers onboard Tyler's plane.


INT. COCKPIT

Fincher removes a miniature case from his trouser pocket that contains
a REMOTE CONTROL and a SOLENOID UNIT. Attaching the solenoid device to
the underside of the joystick, the unit is activated by remote control
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–- and makes the joystick turn sharply to the right. Testing the system
until he is satisfied; Fincher places the remote control back in his pocket
and steps off the plane.


INT. SERVICE LEVEL

Tyler walks over as Fincher disembarks.

                              TYLER
            She feel as nice as she looks from the
            outside?

                             FINCHER
            Have a look for yourself.

                              TYLER
                        (pointing right)
            I guess she'd be mine then?

                             FINCHER
            There was no-one around to tell me whose
            flying which plane. Your guess is as good
            as mine.

                              TYLER
            I'll go check the list with someone in
            engineering.

Tyler's nose twitches as he walks away.

ON FINCHER -– scheming, devious.


EXT. FLIGHT DECK - CONTROL SUBSTATION – DAY

On the side of the runway, Bill and Felix are surrounded by a bank of
computer monitors. This is the ICS LINK (Interactive Communication System)
that allows them to observe and converse with the pilots in the air.
Monitors show the PILOTS' POV and navigational charts, data etc. Jack idles
behind them.

                              BILL
                         (over headset)
            You're flying state-of-art now, but even
            great whites have their weaknesses --


EXT. SKY

Tyler and Fincher streak across the sky at twenty thousand feet --

                           BILL (V.O.)
            -- the DX7 is more versatile to pitch and
            roll than any aircraft you have ever been
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            in gentlemen. This is a training exercise
            to allow you to get used to her weight and
            feel. Treat it like one. You are restricted
            to a maximum acceleration of 16 G's. Exceed
            this and you'll have me to answer to and
            remember --
                     (looks down at monitors)
            -- big brother's watching you. Let's take
            these ACM programs one at a time -- Fincher,
            you're on!

                             FINCHER
            Copy that, I'm lining up to sequence now.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

                                BILL
                            (to Felix)
            Switching to autocon --
                          (over headset)
            You've been briefed of her capabilities
            men. Stay within her limits and enjoy the
            ride –-
                             (to Jack)
            Watch this.


EXT. SKY

Tyler breaks away from formation leaving Fincher a clear path.

                             FINCHER
            Let's see what you've got.

Shifting his throttle forward and with a BLAST FROM HIS AFTERBURNERS,
Fincher rockets away. He breaks right and pulls hard back –- rolling the
aircraft through a full revolution -- turning round and heading back the
way he came at a higher altitude.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Felix scrambles away scrutinising positional data and co-ordinates on an
A4 sized plasma powerbook in his hands. The touch-screen computer is known
as a BROADPAD.

Bill follows the monitor of FINCHER'S POV. Felix closely follows two
approaching BLIPS on his broadpad radar --

                              FELIX
                       (shaking his head)
            He's on a collision course with Bell.

                               BILL
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            What are you playing at Fincher?


EXT. SKY

TYLER'S POV -- Fincher bombs directly towards him. A picture of calm, Tyler
does not change course -- maintaining his composure. A game of high-stakes
chicken!

SWHOOSH! Fincher inverts his plane upside down –- A KNIFE-EDGE PASS over
Tyler's DX7 -- passing canopy-to-canopy, missing by millimetres --
spinning horizontal again.

                               TYLER
                             (smiling)
            It's going to take more than that to rattle
            me dick-for-brains!


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Felix mops the sweat from his brow. Bill is unnerved by such antics.

                               BILL
            Enough of the fun and games Fincher. Don't
            break training protocol again.

                             FINCHER
                         (V.O. filtered)
            I had her under control.

                               BILL
            Well that's good then -- and never make me
            repeat myself.

Fincher disapproves -- shakes his head, mumbling under his breath. Bill
catches this on his LINK monitor.

                          BILL (cont'd)
            Careful what you mime. I can see your every
            move -– junior.


INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

On his own LINK screen, Fincher looks back to Bill on the flight deck -–
"and I can see you too asshole."

Fincher peels right and hits full power. The plane THUNDERS through the
sky, BURNERS roost on overdrive.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION
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The data on Felix's broadpad BLIPS LOUDLY -- out of control. Bill looks
over to him.

                              FELIX
            He's pushing way over tin.

                               BILL
                         (over headset)
            Easy on the power.

There is no reply.


EXT. SKY

With a HIGH-PITCHED SCREECH and travelling super-sonic -- Fincher rolls
the plane in to a horizontal spin. Woggling his stick from side-to-side,
the plane snakes through the air -- silver wings sparkling as they catch
the sun.


INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

Bill taps on the LINK monitor screen --

                              FELIX
            Will you look at that!

                               BILL
                           (on screen)
            Are you testing me lieutenant?

The plane sweeps into a level flight. Fincher concedes this battle of
wills.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Felix nods impressively at the data from Fincher's air combat manoeuvres.

                               FELIX
                           (dumbfounded)
            He's just pulled off a series of stall turns
            at 17-G's!?!

                               BILL
            Get back to your start position and let's
            do this properly.


EXT. SKY

SHROON! Fincher slams the airbrakes and pulls back on the stick. Braking
almost to a standstill -- the DX7 half loops rolls -– facing the opposite
direction from a higher altitude.
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EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

                              FELIX
            He just performed a deadweight immelman.

                                 BILL
                           (slams monitor)
            Sonofabitch!

                              FELIX
            Shall I reel him in Bill?

                              BILL
            No, keep him up there.


INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

Fincher watches Bill shake his head in disbelief upon his LINK monitor.
He smiles to himself -- complacent.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Bill take a contemplative drag on his pantella as he considers the Fincher
situation -- but the cigar has long gone out. He discards it.

                                BILL
            Bell. You're on.

                          TYLER (V.O.)
            Roger that. The sleeping dog has awoken!


EXT. SKY

We WIDEN to reveal the undercarriage of Tyler's aircraft. He banks away
–- sloping off to the right. Twisted sideways and gathering speed and
momentum –- Tyler snakes the plane on its vertical axis. Not as elaborate
as Fincher's moves, impressive nonetheless.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Bill chews on a match-stick. Cool as ice on the outside -- the chewing
would imply otherwise.

                              BILL
            Don't bleed any speed, keep the motion
            gentle and let her do the rest --

Felix nods approvingly as the broadpad displays a steady stream of data.
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INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

Fincher observes his LINK screens which show Bill and Felix preoccupied
by Tyler's ACM (Air Combat Manoeuvres).

Fincher carefully removes the remote control device from his pocket and
places it on his control panel. He flicks the device on and a scan monitor
displays: SEARCHING FREQUENCY. Suddenly --

                                BILL
                            (on screen)
            You watching this Lieutenant? Bell's
            giving a text book demonstration in the art
            of restraint. You could learn a thing or two
            --

                             FINCHER
            I'm all eyes, sir.

Fincher watches on his LINK screen as Bill moves back to the monitor
following Tyler's POV. A close call -– he breathes a sigh of relief.


INT. TYLER'S COCKPIT

Tyler's DX7 zooms into frame --

                              TYLER
            Permission to attempt a gyro-drop from ten
            thousand?


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Bill looks to Felix who scans his data.

                               JACK
                         (steps forward)
            What's a gyro-drop?

                               BILL
            It's a defensive move. Makes the enemy
            think you've been hit. If you stall, you're
            a dead man. Watch.

                              FELIX
            Deloris vector conditions are all clear.

                               BILL
                         (over headset)
            Cleared to engage.


EXT. SKY
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Tyler's DX7 rides low to deck, skimming the surface of the sea --

VR-ROOSH! The plane swoops vertical –- thrusters burning a bright
phosphorous magnificence.

As Tyler's plane rapidly ascends and climbs to ten thousand feet –-the
afterburners cut out.

At the top of the parabolic arc, the plane hangs vertical -- momentarily
motionless.


INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

The scan monitor on the remote control reads: FREQUENCY LOCKED. Fincher
presses the activation button and a red diode lights up -–


INT. / EXT. TYLER'S DX7

Tyler looks out of the window as the plane hangs vertical and time stands
still.

On the underside of his joystick the solenoid diode activates and the
joystick jerks right.

The rudders on the right wing move down and move back again -– but the
plane is motionless and there is no adverse reaction.

The joystick moves back to a neutral position. Having let go, Tyler grabs
the stick again unaware of the phantom activity.

                                TYLER
            Here we go!

SHEE-OWW! The flying beast falls from the sky like a sack of rice --
hurtling towards earth at startling speed. The G-forces on Tyler are
immense as the plane vertically free-falls; nose to air.

                                TYLER
            WHOAAAAHHHHHHHHH!


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

LONG SHOT of Bill pointing skywards. Jack watches in amazement --


INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

Disconcertingly, Fincher places the remote unit back into his pocket.


EXT. SKY
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Just above sea level, the afterburners kick in and Tyler's DX7 flips
horizontal -- propelling forward and away.

                                TYLER
            Man, what a rush!

                           BILL (V.O.)
            How's the stomach doing?

                              TYLER
            I think it'll hold --

Tyler looks on the verge of regurgitating with the reorientation and his
body spasms. From the side of his mouth, a tiny speck of sick leaks out.
He cleans it off with his sleeve –-


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

                               BILL
            That'll make him think twice about lunch
            before training.
                           (to screen)
            Fincher, line up alongside Bell. Let's see
            how you perform in formation.


INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

Fincher rides up level with Tyler's DX7.

                       TYLER (V.O. filtered)
            Ha, ha -– I am one smoking son of a gun! Did
            you see me in action?

                             FINCHER
            You call that action, Bell?


INT. TYLER'S COCKPIT

                               TYLER
            Then show me what steel your sword is made
            of.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

                              BILL
            Less of the talk soldiers. You know the
            drill. Engage.


EXT. SKY
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With a fierce engine BLAST -- the planes bolt forward. Rolling away from
one another -– the horizon appears and disappears as the planes invert.

                              TYLER
            You bugging out on me yet?

                             FINCHER
            Initiating snake and shake.

Simultaneously the aircraft sweep in to a steep incline -– ROCKETING
towards space. It's show-time. With a jerk of the sticks -– the planes
level off and ascend, level off and ascend -– as if they were climbing
a heavenly staircase. They snake through the air in the way dolphins swim
to the surface.

Rolling and levelling off on the edge of space, the pilots look across
and exchange glances at each other.

                             FINCHER
            Let's see who bugs out first.

Tyler licks his lips.

The amazing birds suddenly swoop down –- HURTLING on an intensely acute
angle –- heading straight for the sea at BREAKNECK SPEEDS. The challenge
is set.

The rim of the wings begin to BURN and FLARE -- like an Apollo shuttle
re-entering the earth's atmosphere. Warning lights and altimeters go
berserk at the rapid loss of height. DIVE-BOMBING at incredible speeds,
the planes RATTLE AND SHAKE.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Felix's fingers fly on the touch-screen as the broadpad goes ballistic
with BLIPS and FLASHES.

                              FELIX
            They're pulling over 30 G's!

A puff of grey smoke as Bill lights up another cigar.


EXT. SKY

From UP ABOVE we look down to see the DX7's careering towards the water.
INTERCUT BETWEEN pilots –- pinned to their seats, tears streaming with
the G-strain. The altimeter drops faster and faster:

7,000... 6,000... 5,000...


EXT. FLIGHT DECK
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A silent LONGSHOT as the crew on the flight deck stop work and watch the
two mavericks' to see who'll pull up first --


EXT. SKY

POV from the planes on a collision course with the rippling pacific surface
when --


EXT. SURFACE OF THE SEA

SCHNIGG (SPLASH AND CRASH)! The nose cone cuts straight through the surface
drilling the planes deep into the ocean.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Silence. Bill takes a long carcinogenic drag –- Jack is wide-eyed, mouth
agape. The strange FLUCTUATING TONES and BLIPS of the broadpad rise in
volume as --


EXT. SURFACE OF THE SEA

-- with a PNEUMATIC RASP AND HISS both planes jet out, water trickling
off their body-work.


INT. COCKPITS

Faces burning red hot from the exchanges of air and water pressure -- the
pilots fist congratulations to one another.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

Jack exhales. Bill is unmoved by such stunts having experienced a lifetime
of ego.

                      TYLER (V.O. filtered)
            Did the taxman skip a heartbeat?

                               BILL
            Not until you get your butts back to base.

Bill turns away -– session over. Relief.


EXT. SKY

Tyler turns and arcs his plane back round towards base.

Fincher (plotting) activates the remote unit again --
                                                                       21




INT. / EXT. TYLER'S DX7

Holding the joystick, Tyler's hand is suddenly YANKED a hard right sending
the plane into a FLAT SPIN --


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

                               BILL
            What the --


INT. / EXT. TYLER'S DX7

As the DX7 TWISTS and YAWS to dizzying effect, Tyler manages to engage
his reverse thrusters and brings the fighter jet back onto a stable plane.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

INTERCUT THE FOLLOWING:

                              BILL
            What just happened lieutenant?

                               TYLER
            I don't know. The joystick developed a mind
            of its own!

                               BILL
            Felix?

Felix jams away on his broadpad that displays Tyler's voice patterns.

                              FELIX
            He's telling the truth -- and all his
            systems are running at optimum
            performance. The data analysis shows no
            signs of human error or system failure.

                               BILL
            You think the plane's been tampered with?

The broadpad states: DIAGNOSTIC COMPLETE.

                               FELIX
                              (beat)
            Yes.

                              BILL
            Understood. Let's not take any chances.
            Fincher, I want a T.L. escort set up on
            Bell's DX7 back to base.
                                                                     22




                             FINCHER
            Copy that.

                                BILL
            Bell, disable your systems once Fincher has
            you locked until landing.


INT. TYLER'S COCKPIT

Tyler's nose burns red. He senses danger.

                              TYLER
            Yes sir.
                       (under his breath)
            I got a bad feeling about this.


EXT. SKY

Fincher peels over the egg and sails over Tyler's DX7.


INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

                             FINCHER
            Initiating traction beam now.

The AIR SIZZLES as a sonic-wave emits from his undercarriage –- rippling
and distorting the air space beaming onto Tyler's tailpipe.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

                               BILL
            Keep your distance Tom. Don't get too close
            or you'll be sucked into the soup.


INT. FINCHER'S COCKPIT

With a violent JERK, the beam locks on to Tyler's plane.

                             FINCHER
            We have a lock. I'm bringing her home.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

                               BILL
            Felix, put us on emergency standby. Jack,
            go and watch from the obs tower.
                                                                        23




Without hesitation, Jack obeys and marches away. Bill throws his cigar
end away and pops a match-stick in his mouth. Felix heaves himself across
the runway --


EXT. EMERGENCY SUBSTATION

-- to turn the warning sirens on. As the SIRENS HOWL, the assortment of
military aircraft and personnel descend on platforms to the service level
below. Felix puts his headset on.


EXT. CONTROL SUBSTATION

                              BILL
            Simulate the landing lights.


EXT. EMERGENCY SUBSTATION

From the carrier, an intense high-power laser guidance beam shoots into
the sky for the incoming plane to follow a projected course back to base.


INT. OBS TOWER

Jack watches the action from high up in the control centre. Leonard strolls
over and joins him. In the b.g. the planes can be seen coming into land.

                             LEONARD
                         (over headset)
            Bill, do you want central command to take
            over?

                               BILL
                            (filtered)
            Negative command centre. We have this under
            control.


EXT. FLIGHT DECK APPROACH

In the tracking plane, Fincher finds it difficult to fight the various
gravitational strains as they approach low and hard over sea.

The planes TEETER unevenly.

                               BILL
            You're doing fine Fincher, bring her in
            nice and easy. Do not disengage the sonar
            link until the advance plane has touched
            down.

The undercarriage of Tyler's DX7 opens and the landing gears emerge.
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EXT. FLIGHT DECK

Crash crews are on standby.

                               BILL
            Get ready to disengage the traction beam on
            my say so -- NOW!

Fincher releases the beam.

Tyler re-boots the system and the plane lands smoothly onto the flight
deck.

Fincher presses the remote control.

In his hands -- Tyler's joystick is DRAGGED hard right.

SUDDENLY the forty ton monster YORKIES across the runway -– the landing
gear COLLAPSING under the speed and strain –- sending up a giant plume
of DISINTEGRATING RUBBER.

                               TYLER
            Shit!

The undercarriage SCREAMS as the plane SKIDS right across the runway at
terrific speed.

                              FELIX
            Get out of there Bill!

Bill looks up to see the runaway plane heading straight towards him --
he spits the match-stick from his mouth. Tyler ejects.

With a THUNDEROUS BLAST the DX7 obliterates the control substation. Sparks
from the undercarriage triggering the fuselage –-

KABOOM! The plane IGNITES into a fireball as it continues sliding into
--


EXT. OBS TOWER

K-WHACK! The fireball is stopped in its path on impact with the rigid
titanium structure.


EXT. EMERGENCY SUBSTATION

Felix is literally BLOWN off his feet as flames and debris BURST LIKE STARS
across the runway.


INT. OBS TOWER
                                                                         25




Control officers hold onto whatever they can as the tower RATTLES
VIOLENTLY. Jack is THROWN forwards. The tower comes to rest at a tilt.


EXT. AIRSPACE

Tyler circles the devastation on his (ejector) jet-pack. Shock,
bewilderment -- "did I just cause this?".


INT. OBS TOWER

A PNEUMATIC HAUL as the tower re-aligns itself. Jack gathers himself up
off the floor –- confused, traumatised. In his b.g. --

                              ENSIGN
            -- that's an affirmative despatch on lima
            and tango teams. All emergency units have
            been deployed.

                             LEONARD
            Get a crash investigation team down there
            too.

                             ENSIGN
            We're already on to it admiral.


INT. OBS TOWER

JACK'S POV -- medical emergency and fire crews arrive to the crash scene
within seconds. Pandemonium and chaos.

Fincher brings his DX7 to land on the flight deck. Surveying the
devastation he nods satisfactorily -- cold, unsympathetic, frosty.

We PULL FOCUS to see the reflection of the burning inferno on the glass
facing Jack. As the reality dawns on him he will never see his father alive
again –- a tear crawls down his face.


                                                          DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. TROPICAL FOREST – AFTERNOON

We FLY over the aquamarine blue of the ocean waters to PAN UP and reveal
land. A lush tropical island terrain stretching further than the eye can
see, the contrast between the thick rolling greenery of the hills and the
golden coastal sands give the impression of an idyllic paradise setting.

A SKYJAG (modern day MIG) surveys the coastline.

Super: The Isles of Ventura, Pacific Ocean
                                                                        26




Super: 15 years later


INT. SKYJAG

MARINA, a wasp-wasted woman sits at the controls -- 20s, latin-american,
sickeningly attractive. LUCIANA, her co-pilot is tucked in behind her.
Both have thick and heavy hispanic accents.

                                LUCIANA
              Wha' are the chances of finding e again? Is
              gone, is gone!

                                MARINA
              Is no gone, I can feel is here somewhere.

                               LUCIANA
              Captain, we the radar systems we have we
              gonna find nothin'.

                               MARINA
                              (points)
              Who say anything abou' using our radar
              system --

There is a vapour trail with a sharp angle in the upper atmosphere.

                           MARINA (cont'd)
              -- and look down over the Isla Casabe...


EXT. ISLA CASABE

Hovering at low altitude in a large alcove, MARINA can make out the outline
of a strange aircraft. A fibre-optic pipe protrudes from the underbelly
of the mysterious plane, which burrows into the coastal sands below. This
drilling operation cannot be seen from the Skyjag as the plane blends in
with its background like a mirage.


INT. SKYJAG COCKPIT

                               LUCIANA
                           (over headset)
              Blitzer, the is Serpent. We have unknown
              contact inbound. Requesting support.

                               BLITZER
                             (filtered)
              Roger that, deploying contacts now. Your
              eta to bullseye is five minutes.

                               LUCIANA
              So was the plan this time captain?
                                                                     27




                             MARINA
            Ci back and hold off until the bandido in
            ascent. Then we can ged a clear shot.

The pilots watch closely but cannot see --


EXT. ISLA CASABE

-- the pipe withdraw in to the underbelly of the enigmatic aircraft (the
SS2). It begins its slow ascend.


INT. SKYJAG COCKPIT

                             MARINA
            Look like he leaving early.

                             LUCIANA
            Or we been spotted. Hack sidewinder
            standing-by.

                             MARINA
            Target in sight. Engage!

Marina hits the FIRING STUD.


EXT. SKY

The missile drops away and IGNITES. As the SS2 rises out of the alcove,
it incredibly changes colour to match the hue of the sky and elongates
in shape.

The hack is seconds away from the point of collision when –-

SCHHHBANG! With a PIERCING SOUND and like a BOLT OF LIGHTNING the SS2
accelerates away at super-sonic speed -- leaving the hack behind in its
wake.

Other Skyjags arrive for the dogfight -- but the show is over before it
has begun.


EXT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE

Outside the gates of the decrepit building, marketers and rogue street
traders are vying for the same business. Swirling dust and dirt litter
the street as people hustle and bustle for their daily essentials. The
scene encapsulates a picture of economic uncertainty.

Super: Presidential Palace. Cortez, Capital City of Ventura.


INT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE
                                                                     28




Inside the ramshackle senate meeting rooms, the President of Ventura and
his top advisors are gathered on couches watching the video wall.

                               MARINA
                            (on screen)
            We been tracking e for the last six months
            and this is by far the best look we hada so
            far. Is evident stealth technology has made
            e impossible for our out-dated equipment to
            detect it in our air space.

Pictures appear on the screen.

                           CHIEF OF STAFF
            A spy plane?

                              MARINA
            We woo have thought so, bud is hull size and
            wing span suggest e hole more firepower
            than we previously imagined.

                         SEC OF DEFENSE
            Then why has e no fired?

                              MARINA
            Our guess is, is does no need to. Even with
            all the surplus weight, e coo still outrun
            our missiles. This is a fast and
            frightening piece of engineering.

                        PRESIDENT VASQUEZ
            Thank you Captain.

The video wall turns off.

                          CHIEF OF STAFF
            Not a spy plane, not a fighter and no
            identifying features to affiliate it to any
            government. We're under attack and we don't
            even know by whom.

                        PRESIDENT VASQUEZ
            What would your suggested course of action
            be Giovanni?

                          SEC OF DEFENSE
            Unauthorised entry in to our air space by
            an unidentified craft -- we have sufficient
            grounds on which to call the WNC. This
            technology poses a far more serious threat
            than we coo conceive.

                     VICE PRESIDENT SANTINI
                                                                       29




            But if we have no been attacked, how can we
            entertain the notion of getting the WNC
            involved when we are no even a member state?

                         SEC OF DEFENSE
            Our intelligence is drawing a blank and we
            do no know which government may be behind
            these air raids. We are basically sitting
            ducks. Contacting the WNC is our only
            option.

                        PRESIDENT VASQUEZ
            I agree with the sentiments of the Vice
            President. Our pride and status as a
            flagship community for self-governance may
            be at stake. However -- if protocol allows
            us to seek assistance from the WNC -- I
            suggest we use it. Our national security is
            under threat and we must do whatever we can
            to protect it. Amaranta, put a call through
            to Reykjavik.

The secretary obliges.


INT. CORRIDOR

As the foreign aides and advisors walk out from the board room -- the vice
president waits for the corridor to clear before making a call on his
cellular.

                              SANTINI
            Renald?... They're bringing in the WNC,
            this is becoming too dangerous. Can I
            assume tha' was the last flight-run and you
            happy with the findings?... Good, the
            quicker we do this the better for all of
            us... No, one more thing. This situation
            would no have come to a head if it was no
            for our air force... They are down to five
            aircraft but it is their captain, Marina
            Garcia. Even on her current shoestring she
            still one particularly efficient and
            resourceful young lady. See wha' you can do
            abou' her... Gracias, and I see you at the
            tournament.


                                                           CUT TO:


EXT. RACEWAY – DAY
                                                                        30




We fly like gods over a flat arid desert landscape and PAN UP to reveal
a MEGALOPOLIS-SIZED racing circuit. The track winds through the vast range
like a roller-coaster with massive twists, dips and half-pipes.

Super: Racetech Training Facility. Fort Wayne, Indiana.

Two race cars line up on the starting grid (KNIGHTSHADE and GULF RAIDER).
With high cockpits and fuelled by enormous nitrogen turbine engines -–
the cars look like compacted land speed record breakers from the
twenty-first century. Throw in another two hundred years of technological
advancements and what you have are serious racing machines.

With helmet on, KYLE HACKETT -- a confident and focused teenager sits and
waits in GULF RAIDER.

Standside, a man picks up a racing jacket. A gold coloured envelope in
the inner pocket FLASHES past us in the sunlight (SLOW-MOTION) as he puts
the jacket on. He walks over the starting grid and climbs up into
Knightshade. Relaxed and unperturbed, he wears sunglasses and bears
stubble and a moustache –- no helmet. He would appear to be a stranger
but for one give-away -– the match-stick he chews. Jack keys the ignition
-– the engine BELLOWS into life.

Race technicians with a variety of diagnostic instrumentation wait on the
sidelines. A race official (trackside) holds a silver pole in his hand.
The grandstand is empty. A clock counts down the final seconds before the
race.

Nitrogen smoke gushes as the ENGINES GRIND AND REV to their limits. When
the clock hits zero, the afterburners IGNITE WITH A ROAR -- and the cars
CATAPULT AWAY down the pit straight.

THE RACE

The cars TWIST AND TURN around this labyrinth circuit at EXCRUCIATING
SPEEDS. The handling and speed capabilities of these cars are nothing short
of extraordinary as they WHIZZ through chicanes and hug the track through
a multitude of dips and loops.

With the more experienced driver and the enormity of the circuit length,
Knightshade builds up a commanding lead by the end of the first lap.

As Knightshade passes through to begin the second, a digital display sign
illuminates on the start grid: WEAPONS ARMED.


INT. / EXT. KNIGHTSHADE

A weapons console glows in the cockpit. Jack presses the central stud and
--

-- a TECHNOLOGICAL TRANSFORMATION takes place as two TURRET GUNS on
rotating heads rise out from the chassis.
                                                                         31




EXT. GULF RAIDER

Passing the starting grid, two TASERS emerge from the sides -- pointing
forwards.

This is CAR WARS.


EXT. RACEWAY

DOUP-DOUP-DOUP! A short sharp stifled round RATTLES off from Kyle's
taser-gun. Bullet-shaped SOUNDWAVES whistle out from the weapon –- leaving
small splintered SONIC AFTER-SHOCKS in their trail.

JACK'S POV

Following the rear views upon the computer screens facing him, Jack surveys
the HIGH-VELOCITY tasers closing in on him. Jack SWERVES accordingly -–
enigmatically avoiding the shots. The tasers pass –- EXPLODING on the
track.


INT. / EXT. KNIGHTSHADE

The turret guns turn and point forwards. At the push of a trigger, a
HIGH-PRESSURE WATER JET sprays onto the finishing grid ahead.

The water immediately turns to SHEET ICE.

LOCKING his steering wheel, the car turns and skids through a hundred and
eighty degrees across the ice -– SPINNING over the finishing line. It comes
to rest facing the opposing direction –- a simple trick boasting Jack's
seasoned skills.


EXT. RACEWAY

The race official waves the silver pole (which now hosts a HOLOGRAPHIC
CHEQUERED FLAG) to signal Jack as race-winner. Three naval officers step
up to witness the dying seconds of the race. The senior officer is an ageing
gentleman, with a lean figure and wearing aviator shades. The other two
officers are burly marines types.


EXT. GULF RAIDER

Nearing the finishing post, Kyle ploughs straight towards Knightshade.
Jack remains firmly rooted to his seat -– unruffled.

Unaware of the black ice, Gulf Raider suddenly SLIPS AND SKIDS –-veering
out-of-control and clipping Knightshade by a whisker before CRASHING into
the elasticated side-mounting. The car is abruptly bought to a halt.

Jack disembarks from his cockpit and climbs up the side of Kyle's SMOKING
car. The canopy is open --
                                                                        32




                              JACK
            Tell me what I'm going to say?

                              KYLE
            That I need to work on my observation.

Disconnecting a lead, Jack takes out a broadpad from inside the cockpit.

                               JACK
            Other than that you're almost ready to take
            your test and get your race-tech license.

                              KYLE
            So I can apply for it now Mr Temple?

                               JACK
            I said almost. Just hold your horses a few
            more lessons kid.

                               KYLE
            These lessons are costing my parents a lot
            of money.

                                JACK
                              (smiles)
            I know.

Jack dismounts.


EXT. TRACKSIDE

Jack studies the broadpad as he walks. His chief technician, EDDIE STERLING
joins him.

                              EDDIE
            So how's the handling?

                               JACK
            There's still too much down-force through
            cornering.

                              EDDIE
            I didn’t want to compromise your loss of
            traction through the pipes and straits.

                               JACK
            The pipes I can handle -- but she still
            needs more down-force if I'm to stay stable
            at Magna. There's going to be a lot more
            ammo to dodge than today.

They see the naval officers walking towards them.
                                               33




                  EDDIE
Looks like your fan club's here. Give me a
call if you need me.
                 (exits)

             SENIOR OFFICER
I'm looking for Damian Ice.

                  JACK
How can I help you Commander?

             SENIOR OFFICER
I see you know your military ranks Mr
Temple.

                  JACK
I had a girlfriend in the navy once.

               SENIOR OFFICER
Sure you did. I'm here about your entry into
the Magna Racetech Tournament.

                   JACK
Entry? I couldn’t afford the ticket price
let alone enter that thing.

              SENIOR OFFICER
I think you'll find the tournament
invitation in your jacket pocket –-exactly
where you left it. The same tournament
organised by one General Thomas Fincher.

                   JACK
And that name's meant to mean something to
me right?

             SENIOR OFFICER
Sure it is. Seeming as you're planning to
assassinate the very General himself. Why
don't we cut the crap here.

               OFFICER ONE
If you'd like to follow me --

                   JACK
That's quite an accusation you've made
Commander -- but either your sources have
a hyper-active imagination or you have the
wrong guy. Either way, I'm not the man
you're looking for. Now if you'll excuse me
--
             (turning away)
I have work to be getting on with.

              SENIOR OFFICER
                                                                        34




            I know he killed your father on the Tiguana
            -- Jack.

Jack stops in his tracks.

                     SENIOR OFFICER (cont'd)
            Let's not make this any harder than it needs
            to be. If you'll please --

The two naval officers step forward. Large, imposing.

                                JACK
            Sure.

Jack obliges. As he takes a step forward flanked by the two officers, his
head drops and his mood changes dramatically. His eyes take on a feral
intensity. Like his father before him, Jack goes into a killer trance.
We'll call it THE ZONE.

CRACK! Jack elbows OFFICER ONE in the ribs, spinning his other hand round
flat palmed (MACRO HAND SHOT) -- sending him SOARING backwards.

OFFICER TWO won't be caught off guard so easily –- advancing upon Jack
with HAMMER HANDS. Jack DUCKS and WEAVES through these with taijutsu
fluidity. The officer throws a right hook -- Jack clutches his hand. Then
a left hook –- Jack also seizes. Holding the hands in place like stone
-- Jack SHIFTS his body through the locked hands and violently HEAD SLAMS
the officer; who recoils onto the desert dust.

SNNATCH! Officer One SWEEPS Jack's legs. We SLOW THE ACTION RIGHT DOWN
as Jack contorts his body horizontal in mid-air through the fall. Grabbing
the officer by the lapels, Jack THROWS the hefty marine across his chest
–- himself crashing onto terra firma.

A BACK-FLIP and all three soldiers leap up to face each other. The officers
charge -– Jack somersaults forward into a headstand; SHEARING his legs
faster than the eye can see. A facial pasting and the officers are knocked
out cold -- ambushed by SCISSOR FEET.

Like a gymnast, Jack completes the somersault gracefully and confronts
the Senior Officer. The intensity dissipates from Jack's face. He relaxes.

                                JACK
            I don’t want to fight you old man, but I will
            if you try and stop me again.

                          SENIOR OFFICER
            And you aren't even curious to know how I
            knew the tournament invitation was in your
            jacket pocket?

                              JACK
            A wild guess, but not really.

                          SENIOR OFFICER
                                                                       35




            It's because I saw it there. Because your
            father wasn't the only thing taken away
            from you that fateful day on the Tiguana,
            Jack -- but General Fincher took something
            from me too --

He removes his sunglasses.

                     SENIOR OFFICER (cont'd)
            He took my eyes.

His eyes have been replaced with sensitive electronic optical devices.
With the glasses off, Jack recognises the officer stood in front of him
--

                                 JACK
            Felix?

                              FELIX
            You wouldn't hit a blind man would you?

Jack grabs him and gives him a tight bear hug.

                                 JACK
            But you look so --

                              FELIX
            Thin? Go ahead and say it. I didn't like
            that I couldn’t see what I was eating.

                                 JACK
            And the sight?

                               FELIX
            I saw your moves kid. I see you've mastered
            the zone just like your old man.

                              JACK
            So you can see fine with those things?

FELIX'S POV is a fuzzy and distorted digitised X-ray image of Jack against
a green grid. It is a perverse and disturbing vision of what artificial
sight could be like.

                               FELIX
                              (lies)
            Sure.

The officers regain consciousness.

                               JACK
            I don’t get it. So are you here to arrest
            me?

                               FELIX
                                                                      36




            I'm here to show you something --

Felix walks. Trust gained, Jack follows.


                                                           CUT TO:


INT. LIQUOR STORE – DAY

A haggard and withdrawn policeman wearing helmet and black gloves, enters
the store. Managed by TONY, it is a traditional liquor store as old as
he, stocked with malts and bourbons from the world over. But these don't
interest our policeman as he pops a large flask on the counter --

                             POLICEMAN
            Hey.

                              TONY
            You kill anyone today, Tyler?

Tyler looks like a man for whom sleepless nights have taken their toll.

                              TYLER
            Only the chief commissioner and my lawyer.

Tony mouths these words at the same time as Tyler. After all -- it's the
same conversation they have every day. The shop manager pops a funnel in
to the flask and pours in an entire bottle of SAMBUCA.

                               TONY
                         (uncomfortable)
            Listen Tyler, I've been meaning to speak to
            you. I've known you a long time and you're
            a good customer, but you haven't paid me
            since last Christmas.

                               TYLER
                            (agitated)
            I said I'd pay you by the end of the month.

                                TONY
            I'm going to need it by the end of the week.
            The accountant's paying me a visit and I
            need to show my books are clear.

                               TYLER
            Tony, I said I'd pay you. You know I'm good
            for my word.

                               TONY
                      (reluctantly relents)
            Yeah, okay, okay. What am I going to do if
            you're not -- call the cops!
                                                                         37




Tony hands the flask back to Tyler.

                                  TYLER
                             (appreciatively)
              Thanks Tony.

As Tyler turns, a speck of blood bleeds from his nose.

TYLER'S POV -- Across the street, a high performance electric sports car
is parked outside a store called: "ARMSTRONGS HARDWARE EMPORIUM". In this
day and age, it's just another ordinary unmarked road car. The engine is
running and the driver looks anxious.

                           TYLER (cont'd)
              You know much about Armstrong's?

                                  TONY
              Sure, he's a good man. Installed my systems
              in here. Does a lot for local businesses.
              Why?

                                TYLER
              I think someone wants that goodwill for
              free.

Tyler removes his .50 CALIBER machine gun from its holster and dashes out
before Tony can say another word.


EXT. STREET

                            TYLER (cont'd)
                            (over headset)
              Miguel, get me the real time closed circuit
              for an Armstrong's Hardware Emporium on
              Dean Street.

                                  MIGUEL
                                (filtered)
              Coming through.

TYLER'S POV -- On the corner of his visor appears the live image from inside
the store. Two armed gunmen are carrying clear plastic bags stacked with
2" discs. They are just leaving --

PULL FOCUS -- Through the visor proper, we see the gunmen back out of the
door and head for the car.

                                  TYLER
              Shit!

Running across the street, Tyler FIRES --
                                                                         38




DOUP-DOUP! Bullets are blue flashes and have a silencer quality about them.
Diving in to the car, the gunmen shoot back -– speeding away as Tyler closes
in.

                                TYLER
              Damn!

Tyler presses a button on his wristwatch that sends out a hailing signal
--


EXT. SIDE ALLEY

An unmanned POLICE MOTORBIKE pops straight, SLAMS in to reverse and backs
out of the alley --


EXT. STREET

The bike SKIDS, SPINS and STOPS. Tyler climbs aboard -– propelling away
with a high-pitched ELECTRIC SCREAM.


EXT. INTERSTATE FREEWAY

The bike catches up with the getaway car on the open roads.

Super: El Paso, New Mexico.

The chase is on. Setting his bike to auto-pilot, Tyler perches himself
on top of the seat. The bike draws parallel with the car, which in turn
VEERS into its path –- attempting to wipe the bike off the road. Sensors
on the bike however allow it to move in simultaneous motion which the car's
evasive actions -– if the car moves left, the bike moves left; if the car
is about to slam the bike against a wall, the bike lets the car pass before
levelling up again. All the while, the gunmen take random POT-SHOTS at
Tyler.

HOIK! With a gigantic leap of faith, Tyler jumps onto the bonnet of the
large back-engined vehicle. The car SWAYS AND SWINGS AGGRESSIVELY as it
tries to shake him off. WHEELIES, TWO WHEEL TURNS AND THREE-SIXTY DEGREE
SPINS are not even enough to dislodge the uncompromising and persistent
cop from their car.

SCHNIG! Raising his forearm into the air, a SHARP COPPER SPIKE pops out
of Tyler's lower arm and through his black glove. With a loud GUTTURAL
GROWL, Tyler sinks the spike deep into the engine --

A STATIC CRACKLE, as electricity surges through the car -– electric sparks
and white light undulating through the chassis like wildfire.

Immobilised, the car rolls to a stop -– followed closely by Tyler's bike.
In the b.g., the WAILING SIRENS of other pursuing police cars can be heard.
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Tyler casually climbs off the bonnet and walks round to the passenger
window --

                                TYLER
              You're under arrest boys. Do you have
              anything to say in your defence?

We MOVE ROUND to see that the electrical surge not only immobilised the
car -– it also immobilised the passengers, who sit frozen to their spots;
quivering with electric shock.

                           TYLER (cont'd)
              I didn't think so.


EXT. LAY-BY

The doors to a police van close as the criminals (rigid like ice-statues)
are escorted away. A police tow-truck removes the getaway vehicle.

A SERGEANT looks unimpressed by yet another crime scene to clear up. A
greasy young rookie COP hovers around Tyler's police bike. Noticing
Tyler's flask, he picks it up and takes a whiff.

Tyler has been talking to a CRIME SCENE INVESTIGATOR (CSI).

                                 CSI
              You pursued them based on a hunch?

                                TYLER
              Uh-huh. If my nose twitches or I get a
              feeling -- I go with it.

Tyler's nose pulsates.

                                 CSI
              You getting one now?

Tyler nods his head. The Sergeant comes up to them, assailed by the rookie
cop.

                               SERGEANT
                         (holding the flask)
              This yours Bell?

Tyler looks at the fresh-faced cop, who smiles smugly.

                          SERGEANT (cont'd)
              I think you better come with me...


                                                         CUT TO:


EXT. RACEWAY – DAY
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A black articulated truck is parked in the wastelands outside the race
arena. Passing armed guards, Jack and Felix board --


INT. TRUCK

Banks of computers and hardware stream with data as controllers busily
fret away at their workstations gathering intelligence. This is mission
control; and the space is larger on the inside than it looks from the
outside --

                                FELIX
              This is the control hub. This is where we
              co-ordinate operations from.

                                JACK
              A change of scene Commander. I always
              thought you were a seafaring man?

                                FELIX
                         (taps his glasses)
              And stare at an ocean of green all day?
              Thanks but no thanks.

Walk out of frame.


INT. OFFICE

Felix inserts a 2" disc in to a supplement drive. A video begins on a large
plasma screen. Continuing the family tradition, Jack gets comfortable and
chews a match-stick. Some of the images appear as 3-D colour holograms,
others simply as flat screen montages.

                                 FELIX
              This is Thomas Fincher as you may remember
              him. These are our most recent pictures of
              General Fincher today -- he never was
              nailed for the incident on the Tiguana as
              you know.

                                  JACK
              So what happened?

                                 FELIX
              We found the device Fincher used to control
              Bell's plane. Problem was it was activated
              by a remote unit which was never recovered,
              so the navy buried what little evidence
              they had against Fincher and he walked.

                                  JACK
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           And Tyler Bell is still made to believe the
           fault was his. What makes you so sure it was
           Fincher?

                             FELIX
           The same reason you do. We know he had it
           in for your father. It was the only
           plausible explanation based on the facts.

                             JACK
           Why the sudden interest in Fincher?

                             FELIX
           It's not sudden. We've been tracking him
           for a long time now -- ever since he was
           taken under the wing of one of the senior
           officers. The same officer we believe
           masterminded the plot to kill your father.

                              JACK
           Who?

                             FELIX
           Admiral Leonard Wells.

                             JACK
           Leo? My father trusted him with his life.

                              FELIX
           And it turned out Wells was Fincher's uncle
           -- blood runs thicker than water Jack.

Jack's mind races as he takes it all in.

                        FELIX (cont'd)
           The Tiguana incident was just one of many
           tricks the pair played as Fincher rose in
           rank. As a general, he's become a highly
           influential, feared and powerful military
           machine.

                             JACK
           What happened to Wells?

                              FELIX
           Fincher built a large base of diplomatic
           and political affiliations introduced to
           him by Wells. But Wells had a stroke and
           died a few years ago. Fincher has gone on
           to amass a large personal fortune which we
           assume are from a variety of covert
           paramilitary operations. After all, you
           don’t support a tournament like Magna
           without some serious backing.
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                                JACK
              And there's more to Magna than meets the
              eye, right?


INT. CELL

A prisoner lies on a bunk -- reading. A prison warden walks up to the bars
waving an intricately detailed gold coloured envelope in his hand.

                                WARDEN
              You got mail.

                              PRISONER
                          (behind magazine)
              No one knows I'm here.

                                WARDEN
              Someone does.

The prisoner moves the magazine away -- it's Tyler. The warden throws the
envelope onto his chest. Tyler looks at it -- it has already been opened
and read. Tyler sits up and is about to read it, when he sees that the
warden is still lurking around --

                           WARDEN (cont'd)
              It's after your parole date. So you going
              to be there?


INT. OFFICE

Felix and Jack continue following the images --

                                 FELIX
              This is the SS2 Silver Stealth. Developed
              by the U.S. military, its capabilities were
              staggering --

The SS2 changes shape and colour and then the devastation caused by one
of its missiles is shown on screen.

                            FELIX (cont'd)
              They nick-named it WOMA. The weapon of mass
              annihilation. The rumour mill has it the
              design schematics were generated out of
              Roswell. But the SS2 was never commissioned
              due to the economic climate -- or so we
              thought. New intelligence has come to light
              that the designs and blueprints were
              illegally acquired and auctioned at a
              Syrian arms fair eight years ago. If our
              sources are accurate, General Fincher is
              believed to have been the highest bidder.
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                  JACK
Are you telling me Fincher's been busy
building warplanes?

                    FELIX
         (serious and harsh tone)
These aren't any old planes Jack. These are
the most sophisticated aviation machines
ever built. You could single-handedly wage
a war with one of these things -- and expect
to win.

                  JACK
What other intel are you going on?

                  FELIX
IRS have uncovered international
laundering operations and accounting
irregularities within Fincher's financial
portfolio. The largest discrepancies
though are through the Magna Tournament
finances –- we've had to involve Wall
Street watchdogs and various other
agencies to uncover the extent of fraud and
deception within the tournament accounts.

                    JACK
Sounds like it would solve a lot of problems
if Fincher was out of the way.

                   FELIX
Negative. It would create more. We can't
risk letting the plans for the SS2 fall into
the wrong hands again. We need to find out
exactly how far into development Fincher is
with these planes, and what he plans to use
them for once they are complete. The
tournament's a smoke-screen for something
far bigger, and we need to find out what
that something is.

                  JACK
Send in an operative.

                  FELIX
We have –- agent Elizabeth West. She's
working undercover as a diagnostics
technician for the Modena team.

                   JACK
Fincher's team?

                   FELIX
Yes, the same team he sponsors. But she has
to exercise extreme vigilance and caution
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            at all times. Race technicians are
            sub-contracted so security keep an eye on
            them like hawks. We need someone who can get
            closer to the action.

Jack knows where this is heading.

                          FELIX (cont'd)
            The racers are well looked after and avoid
            the finger of any suspicion from security
            as they're invited guests.

                                JACK
            And with my alter ego Damian Ice already in
            place -- I'm the best hope you have. And I
            thought you were inviting me in for
            cheesecake.

                              FELIX
            If cheesecake is what it takes.

                               JACK
            After what Fincher did to my father -- you
            want me to go in as a spy? I don't want to
            collect evidence for a lawsuit Felix. I
            want this man dead.

                               FELIX
            You'll do this if you believe in justice
            Jack. But either way there's no way your one
            man crusade is going to jeopardise this
            operation. So what do you say Jack -- you
            game?

RISING SOUND of a sonic conveyor belt --


                                                           CUT TO:


INT. TRAVELATOR – MORNING

A small bag in tow, Jack stands on a long glass travelator. Other passengers
are on the walkway. In the b.g. other travelators at varying heights can
be seen carrying everything from passengers, food, cargo, supplies,
vehicles etc. We PULL BACK to find the travelator is entering the lowest
level of --


EXT. BEHEMOTH

A colossal transportation ship; the size of a frigate and primarily a cargo
vessel. Without water, rudders, wings or wheels –- it is an enigma for
the moment as to how it travels.
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INT. MAIN CABIN

Jack enters a large reception cabin, brimming with cascading fountains
and exotic trees. A stewardess walks over and points an electronic device
at him. Jack's picture, name and details appear on the screen --

                            STEWARDESS
            It's a pleasure to have you on board Mr.
            Temple. Allow me to show you to your seat.

Jack follows the stewardess to a row of three large comfortable ashen
leather swivel chairs, arranged in an arc. This is first class extreme.
The gentleman in the central seat, reads an adult magazine and holds a
crystal glass in his hand.

                               JACK
                           (quizzical)
            Tyler Bell?

                              TYLER
                     (confused, but jovial)
            Do I know you kid?

                              JACK
            The name's Ice. Damian Ice.

                                TYLER
                              (tipsy)
            And you're cool as I suppose. You're not one
            of these sports agents are you, because I
            just really want to kick back and --

                              JACK
                          (interrupts)
            No, I'm here to race.

                              TYLER
            With a name like Ice I guess you are. And
            I thought I was going to have to spend my
            time listening to some sales asshole
            telling me how his asshole is bigger than
            all the other assholes.

Jack smiles.

                         TYLER (cont'd)
            So what's your story soldier, how did you
            end up here?

                               JACK
            I'm a racing instructor. Someone thought I
            was good enough to enter and invited me so
            here I am.
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                                TYLER
              As I thought. I didn’t take you for a pro.

                                JACK
              What makes you say that?

                                TYLER
              Your ego's not big enough!

They laugh.

                                 JACK
              How about you?

                                TYLER
              I was hired.

                                JACK
              You got a game plan?

                                 TYLER
              They build it, I drive it. That's all there
              is to it.

                                JACK
              What, no winning formulas and race
              psychology?

                                TYLER
              I drink too much to know what race
              psychology is!
                         (his nose twitches)
              But my extra sensory perception tells me
              you're a man with a secret or two --

                                JACK
              We all have secrets Tyler. Let me get you
              a drink.

                                TYLER
              Sambuca, make it a large. One more thing.

                                 JACK
              Sure.

                                TYLER
              How did you know my name?

                                JACK
              The stewardess told me.

Tyler is satisfied by the answer to the question that had been bugging
him all conversation and picks up his magazine as Jack walks away.
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EXT. THE BEHEMOTH

The travelators move away from the sides and retract into the terminal.
The doors seal closed. THEN -—

The top of the hull opens up. An AIRBAG INFLATES and the enormity of this
vehicle hits us -- it is an AIRSHIP OF IMMENSE PROPORTIONS.


INT. MAIN CABIN

Tyler is engrossed by his magazine.

                          FEMALE VOICE
            Excuse me. Excuse me --

A cowboy hat drops over the pages filled with scantily dressed women.

                      FEMALE VOICE (cont'd)
            E this your hat?

Tyler peers over the magazine --

In front of him stands a vision. Slender, beautiful, toned; she is a true
revelation and it is also the first time we have seen her from the shoulders
down.

Marina holds a cowboy hat in her hands.

                              TYLER
            Why yes it is ma'am --

Tyler pops the hat back on as Marina settles herself into the vacant seat.

                          TYLER (cont'd)
            -- and forgive me. I didn't catch your name.

                             MARINA
                        (taking her seat)
            Is because I did no tell you -– Tyler.

                                TYLER
            You know me too?

                             MARINA
            No. Is written inside your hat.

                              TYLER
                          (embarrassed)
            I'm racing in the tournament you know. I
            used to be a pilot in the marine corps.

                               MARINA
            Good.
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                  TYLER
I can get you grand side seats if you play
your cards right... So tell me what you do?

                   MARINA
I race.

                  TYLER
               (flummoxed)
In the tournament? But you're --

                  MARINA
-- a fully qualified pilot and the captain
of the national air force of Ventura -- and
I don' think you want to finish that
sentence.

                  TYLER
That's not what I was going to say.

                 MARINA
Is no need to explain -- I forgive you.

                   TYLER
Forgive me?

                  MARINA
Yes, forgive you. For assuming wha' you
were assuming. Because my mother tell me I
must forgive you –- for you being what you
are.

                  TYLER
Listen, we seem to have gotten off on the
wrong foot.

                   MARINA
And why is tha' when I try my hardest to look
so disinterest in everything you have to
say?

                   TYLER
I just thought you were the kind of gal who
liked to have fun.

                 MARINA
Fun? Is that another word for sex?

                  TYLER
Now you're putting words in my mouth!

                  MARINA
Is tha' where you like it? Why you try so
hard? Why you no just come out and say it?
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                              TYLER
            Say what!?!

                             MARINA
            You want to get in my panties, don' you?

                              TYLER
            Now look here, I was trying --

                               MARINA
            To get into my little panties, I know! Well
            I going pee. When I return, you think long
            and hard about wha' you say to me.
                              (rises)
            Okay.


We FOLLOW Marina as she confidently strides away from her dumb-struck
fellow passenger and exits frame. PULL BACK to reveal –-


INT. BAR

Jack waits to be served. He has chewed his match-stick to a pulp. He
discards it, and as he takes a fresh match out of the box, he is nudged
badly from behind --

                               JACK
            Hey!

Jack turns to be confronted by an immaculately dressed figure of
bare-knuckle fighting proportions --

                          JACK (cont'd)
            I was waiting to get served!

                              DIEGO
            Then you can wait a bit longer, asshole.

Jack is not easily intimidated by such a presence.

                              JACK
            You're pretty smart for a man your size.

                              DIEGO
            I'll take that as a compliment.

                              JACK
            It means what God gave you up there -- he
            must have taken from down here.

Jack grabs Diego by his balls and twists.

                              DIEGO
            AHHHHHHHH!!
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With his free hand, Jack CRACKS Diego in the midriff and sends him CRASHING
against the bar and onto the floor.

Within the BLINK OF AN EYE, Jack swipes a glass of bourbon from the bar
which falls onto Diego's shirt. A FLICK of his match stick off the bar
-- and Diego is ENGULFED by flames.

The barman quickly grabs an extinguisher and SMEARS the flames with a
powerful jet of water and foam. Diego slips and slides; unable to stand
up through the surge.

The extinguisher CLICKS off.

Humiliated and dripping in water, Diego goes BERSERK –- blindly lunging
his hefty bulk at anything near him. The petrified barman backs away
instantaneously.

Help is at hand though, as STEWARDS dive in by the dozen -- flooring and
restraining the rabid animal. Sedated and handcuffed, Diego is led away
under house arrest.

                              JACK
            Mind if I order some drinks now?

                             BARMAN
            Certainly sir, it's on the house!


INT. MAIN CABIN

Jack returns with drinks.

                              TYLER
            What took you so long?

                              JACK
            Just some guy at the bar.

                              TYLER
            What was the problem?

                              JACK
            He got a little hot under the collar.
                      (spots Marina's bag)
            I see the seat's taken.

                                TYLER
            She's a real treat. Just wait until you get
            an eyeful of her. She's got legs like velvet
            but la senorita esta loca!

                                JACK
            What happened?
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                             TYLER
           She accused me of trying to get in her
           pants?

                              JACK
           And were you?

                             TYLER
           Sure I was, but I don't want her knowing
           that. Here she comes --

Marina returns. She looks at Jack as she takes her seat --

                            MARINA
           I like wha' you do with the match.

                              JACK
           Why thank you.

                              MARINA
           My name is Marina Garcia. I am from Ventura.
           Buenos.

                             JACK
           It's a pleasure to meet you.

Tyler is perplexed.

                             TYLER
           Hey hold on one moment. You've been
           speaking to him for all of ten seconds and
           you've already given him your name.

                              MARINA
           Is because he is a gentleman. I talk to him
           and he talk back.

                             TYLER
           That's exactly what I was doing!

                            MARINA
           No. No quite. I talking to you and you
           trying to get in my pants. Tha's the
           difference!

                             TYLER
           And how do you know he's not thinking the
           same thing?

                            MARINA
           Because he got too much else on his mind.

                              TYLER
                            (to Jack)
           Is she right?
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Jack nods his head.

                              MARINA
            And anyway, I would no mind if he was. You
            no see wha' he can do with a match-stick.

Laughter.


EXT. THE BEHEMOTH

The Behemoth is airborne over the San Luis Valley.


INT. MAIN CABIN

Jack is sat alone with a broadpad on his lap and a headset on. The broadpad
shows schematics of a hotel complex. Jack navigates through the plans
getting a feel for the place. The corner of the screen shows a number being
dialled for an "EDDIE STERLING". Eddie will appear onscreen when he answers
--


EXT. ALCOVE - DAY

The Knightshade team are with the cars (one spare) in what looks like an
outdoor garage built in to rock. Technicians are busily fretting away
working on all aspects (engine, brakes, wheels, weapons). Eddie manages
the mayhem. A call comes through at his ICS LINK workstation. The
INDUSTRIAL CLATTERING and noise make it a difficult call to take --

INTERCUT THE FOLLOWING WITH JACK.

                              JACK
            How are you getting on down there Eddie?

                               EDDIE
            Manic.

As Jack watches the screen, in b.g. a technician ELECTROCUTES himself via
a SHARP SHOCK.

                              JACK
            You going to be ready on time?

                              EDDIE
            We will be by tomorrow Damian.

                                 JACK
            The line's secure.

                               EDDIE
            Good. I got word from Felix and the plans
            have changed Jack. Security's tight here at
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            the tournament so you're not to approach
            agent Elizabeth West at anytime. She'll
            approach you as and when appropriate.

                              JACK
            Understood. Have you made the changes?

                               EDDIE
            We're just modifying the power plant and
            I've installed that extra safety feature as
            requested under the seat. It's all in
            place.

                              JACK
            Thanks Eddie. Final weapon checks
            complete?

                              EDDIE
            Locked and fully loaded --

In b.g. a weapons technician is STARTLED by the weapon randomly FIRING
OFF. A stream of water lands on a diagnostic panel, freezing it instantly.

                           EDDIE (cont'd)
            Well almost!

Jack cuts the connection. He rests his head back and smiles.


INT. CENTRAL PROMENADE

Tyler and Marina stroll past shops, restaurants, casino etc. Tyler has
a glass in one hand and sways a bottle of his preferred tonic in the other.

                             MARINA
            Why you drink so much?

                               TYLER
            Helps me forget.

                               MARINA
            Forget what?

                               TYLER
            The past.

                               MARINA
            Wha' happen.

                               TYLER
            I killed a man.

                             MARINA
            When you were pilot?
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                              TYLER
            I could be kidding you know...

                              MARINA
            Is an accident. Is occupational hazard of
            the job. Is no so bad.

                                TYLER
            It was my fault.

                             MARINA
            So now you a drunk.

                              TYLER
            You're kind of perceptive.

                             MARINA
            And you still no getting in my pants.


Marina walks ahead. On Tyler: "what is he letting himself in for?"


INT. MAIN CABIN

Jack is relaxing in his seat.

                              CO-PILOT
                    (filtered, over speakers)
            Ladies and Gentlemen, we will shortly be
            docking at our final destination. On behalf
            of your captain may we all wish you a most
            memorable tournament.

Tyler and Marina return to take their seats. Huge floor and wall panels
open up in the cabin to behold the view of the PANORAMIC LANDSCAPE below
--


EXT. THE GRAND CANYON - MAGNA RACETECH RACEWAY

The WIDE SHOT reveals the full extent of the race track -– it is a GOLIATH
OF A CIRCUIT, using the entire length and breadth of the canyon and
stretching further than the eye can see. The track COASTERS in and around
the canyon. Giant DIPS and CURVES are interspersed with TUNNELS and LOOPS.
Behind the central grandstand is the gargantuan tournament complex where
the Behemoth is coming into dock.

The stage is set and it is simply awesome.


                                                          DISSOLVE TO:


EXT. PHOENIX COMPLEX
                                                                        55




The Behemoth is docked in the terminal. Travelators ferry cargo off the
airship. The Phoenix itself is an extraordinary building, set on one of
the highest Canyon ridges and overlooking the race track below. It is a
fully-facilitated city under one roof.


INT. CENTRAL LOBBY

Reception desks are dotted all around the lobby where the passengers check
in. House robots wearing digital name tags wait in the wings to escort
the VIP guests directly to their rooms.

Jack, Tyler and Marina step off a travelator and are approached by one
such robot.

                               JESSICA
              Welcome to the Phoenix. If you will allow
              me, I will escort you to your rooms.

Jessica has humanoid features and large almond eyes. She is pretty enough
to threaten a competitive female like Marina in the looks department.

                                TYLER
              What pretty eyes you have Jessica.

Marina throws Tyler a cutting and jealous glance.

SUDDENLY Diego comes running through the lobby, flanked by two air
stewards. Released from his cuffs, the stewards give up the chase having
landed on terra firma. Diego runs up to two men on a raised podium in the
centre of the lobby who look over proceedings.

Jack clocks and recognises one of them. It is Bombay Lau, General Fincher's
personal bodyguard. Of Asian descent, he is twenty-two stone of ripped
fighting muscle. A silent sort who trades in fear and intimidation.

The other man is D-DAY, the head of tournament security. A tall figure
with chiselled East European features. Wearing a headset and a sharp suit,
he displays a zen-like intensity and flare to his work.

SLOW MOTION

Jack absorbs the scene. Diego rants and raves to the security men whose
expressions do not change. Then, spotting Jack -- Diego points accusingly.
Jack stares back, unnerving the gesticulating Diego -– and walks on.

Bombay Lau's gaze however is firmly where it shouldn't be –- on Marina.
The feisty latino turns away; vulnerable.


INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR

Jessica shows Tyler to his room, handing him an entry card.
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                             JESSICA
            -- and please feel free to call me if you
            should require anything else Tyler.
            Anything at all.

                              TYLER
            I might take you up on that offer.

Jessica glides away as Tyler opens the door.


INT. TYLER'S SUITE

Resting below the grandiose two-storey windows -- a kick-back area houses
television, pool table, bar, piano and jacuzzi. With views overlooking
the canyon, the best suites in Vegas do not compare.

                              TYLER
            Somebody pinch me.


INT. GRAND HALL – EVENING

From the polished veneer of the dance floor to the high stained glass roof
of the food atrium, the main hall is fully decked out for a lavish evening
banquet. The dinner and dance atmosphere is consumed with the anticipation
of the tournament beginning the next day.

The black-tie event is a posthumous mix of the rich, businessmen, sports
personalities, rock stars, super models etc.

Futuristic multi-media entertainments include aerial laser shows and 3-D
holographic cars pulling up and disintegrating in to advertisements for
the sponsors on the dance floor. Robots mill around serving drinks and
canapes as security keep a watchful eye over proceedings.

Marina is sat at a large round table with her racing team. She taps away
on her broadpad as they discuss tactics and race strategy.

In the lobby outside the hall, Jack has a moment to himself. He wears a
casual blue suit (no tie), and holds a tiny parcel in his hand. Inside
it there is a packet of chewing gum. He takes one out and slides open the
silver wrapping. Turning the flat piece gum over reveals the words: COME
DANCING, LIZ. Jack folds the piece of gum, pops it his mouth and walks
on.

On entering the hall, Jack is stopped.

                              D-DAY
            The invite states that this is a black tie
            affair only.

Jack calmly opens his jacket to reveal a black tie hanging from the inside
pocket.
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                              JACK
            It doesn’t state I need to wear it.

Without waiting for response, Jack pushes past.

His eyes search and filter the hall from left to right as he walks through.
Jack acknowledges Eddie and his team, enjoying themselves around a table
with an empty seat (we assume this to be Jack's).

Passing the bar, Jack is suddenly accosted out of nowhere --

                              TYLER
            Looking for something stranger?

                                JACK
            I see you found the bar then. Where are your
            team?

                               TYLER
            Over there --

Sat around a table, the Grand Delusion boys look uninspired and demoralised
by their driver's drinking antics. It is a sorry sight.

                         TYLER (cont'd)
                         (raising glass)
            They're not too impressed by my style of
            race prep though.

                              JACK
            They kind of have a point.

                               TYLER
            They build it --

                               JACK
            -- and you drive it. That's all there is to
            it.

                               TYLER
            You're catching on. Tell me something, what
            do you see when you look around here Jack?

                              JACK
            People with too much money and not enough
            sense out enjoying themselves.

                               TYLER
            You want to know what I see. I see a
            heavy-handed security presence. I see
            people under constant surveillance
            twenty-four-seven. I see these people
            imprisoned in this giant fortress called
            the Phoenix. But what I don't see... is why?
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Jack is impressed by this foresight. Marina approaches looking radiant
in her evening dress.

                            MARINA
           I can no wait for the race tomorrow.

                             JACK
           Word on the street is you have a good
           set-up.

                             MARINA
           How you know?

                             JACK
           My team find out these things.

                              MARINA
           I see. Well they right. My caro is perfect,
           I can no wait.

                              TYLER
           Before anyone asks, I don't know and I don’t
           care.

                            MARINA
           Wha' you mean, you don't know?

                             TYLER
           I haven’t been in my car, seen my car and
           couldn't even tell you what it looks like.

                             JACK
           You like one of these drivers-for-hire?

                             TYLER
           That's right. I'm contracted to drive by
           some big elitist corporation.

                            MARINA
           But you still have to test the car?

                             TYLER
           I was supposed to. But I was otherwise
           engaged during testing season.

                             MARINA
           Oh I see. You too busy in your hectic life
           to test the car. In my country, we call you
           an ass.

                             TYLER
           And in my country, you have a great one.

Jack whose mind has been elsewhere, is tapped on the shoulder --
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                             DIEGO
           Tomorrow in qualifying. Watch your back!

                             JACK
           I plan to. And I'll see you in my dirt.

As Jack face begins to contort, Diego leaves it and walks away.

                              JACK
                           (exiting)
           If you'll both excuse me.

                              TYLER
           Now if there isn't a man who ain't as humble
           as he likes to make out.

                             MARINA
           C'mon.

                              TYLER
                           (drinking)
           Where to?

                             MARINA
           Now we establish you are an ass, let see how
           you shake it on dance floor --

Marina grabs Tyler and drags him away.


INT. DANCE FLOOR

Jack spots and approaches Jessica.

                              JACK
           I need an exact lock on an Elizabeth West.

                             JESSICA
           Certainly.

An inconspicuous and discreet laser beam shines on Elizabeth West.

                        JESSICA (cont'd)
           Miss Elizabeth West is currently engaged on
           the dance floor. Would you like me to call
           her for you?

                             JACK
           No Jessica. That will be all.

                            JESSICA
                         (seductively)
           Feel free to call me if you should require
           anything else Damian... anything at all.
                                                                        60




                              JACK
            I'll bear that in mind.

Elizabeth glows in her midnight frock as she dances with an older gentleman
dressed in the traditional garments of a Colombian don. Jack watches --
they make eye contact.

We PAN across to Tyler and Marina who whirl aggressively across the
dancefloor. Marina is a spirited dancer and responds deftly to Tyler's
moves. They are well matched, parrying together in synchronised harmony.

                             MARINA
            Where you learn to dance?

                              TYLER
            Late night bars, drinking holes, you name
            it.

                             MARINA
            You should stop drinking.

                               TYLER
            Why?

                              MARINA
            Is a highly unattractive quality to have in
            a man.

Marina looks at him. Serious sparks. Before another word can be exchanged
--


INT. GRAND HALL

The music stops and the lights dim. Silence falls amongst the bemused
guests.

The stained glass roof of the hall opens up, letting the twilight seep
through. A slight breeze kicks up, and then the silence is broken by a
loud approaching SONIC WHISTLE –-

Rolling over us the shadowed under-belly of an aircraft obliterates our
view through the skylight. The plane descends. Stunned shock and amazement
as people quickly clear the dance floor area.

Engines die down.

A luxury A300 SAFINA JUMP-JET, this is a plane designed to suit the lavish
and expensive tastes bought by new arab oil. A marvel of design and
architecture -- it is the last word in comfort.

                              TYLER
            This should be interesting.
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The cockpit opens up to reveal a flamboyantly dressed senior military
person. His lofty presence and square jaw are an easy give-away --

                              FINCHER
            People and comrades, allow me to welcome
            you all to the finest of competitions known
            to mankind -- The Magna Racetech
            Tournament. A three day tournament, where
            man and machine unite, to pit their wills
            against one another in an arena of all out
            war. A tournament, conducted on the most
            dangerous and brutal stage ever witnessed
            and built in to the very geography of the
            Grand Canyon. A sport for gladiators, where
            men and women will fight it out on a track
            of death, all in the name of being crowned
            the greatest driver on earth –-and not to
            forget being awarded the small matter of
            the prize money.

The suits laugh. A diamond bullion encased in glass rises from the
dancefloor.

                         FINCHER (cont'd)
            An event, where the strong will survive,
            the weak will perish -- and the great will
            rise.

Wild rapturous applause. Fincher sits back down and the cockpit closes.
The plane tilts forward and with a loud BANG! SHOOTS BACKWARDS, reversing
out of the skylight at super-speed. Music resumes.

                              TYLER
            Shame he couldn’t stay for the party.

Tyler's nose throbs -– a painful sensation.


                                                          CUT TO:


EXT. GRAND CANYON RACEWAY - MORNING

The clock is set at one hour.

FORTY CARS line up diagonally on either side of the starting grid. The
cars are parked in front of their allocated team caverns (pit garages
carved in to the rock of the canyon). All cars have high cockpits and are
fuelled by nitrogen propulsion.

The scene is bustling with race marshals, pit girls, press, celebrities.
Drivers mill around as technicians complete final systems and diagnostics
checks on their cars.

Super: Racetech Championship, Day One
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Super: Qualifying


INT. KNIGHTSHADE

From his cockpit, Jack observes as Elizabeth works on the front end of
the car opposite his. In the adjacent row, Marina focuses on the race ahead.

Chewing match-stick, he looks up to see -—


EXT. GRANDSTAND - JACK'S POV

The state grandstand is packed to the hilt with people. Diego has a word
with Fincher. Bombay stands guard behind them. Santini, the vice president
of Ventura is sat next to Fincher. On the other side of Fincher is sat
an elderly gentleman, but Jack cannot make out who this is. Other
businessmen and dignitaries are sat amidst a high security presence. After
a short while, the elderly gentleman rises and disappears down a walkway
behind him.

Diego walks down to his car.


INT. KNIGHTSHADE

Incoming on Jack's ICS LINK screen --

                                JACK
            Tyler.

                              TYLER
                           (on screen)
            Just wishing you the best man.

                              JACK
            You too. How's the head?

Tyler shakes a half bottle of liqueur at the screen.

                          JACK (cont'd)
            Hair of the dog?

                              TYLER
                           (on screen)
            It's filled with water -- but the guys
            working on the car don't know that. I've
            never seen technicians in such a tizz --


EXT. STARTING GRID

As Tyler talks we follow Diego in the b.g.
                                                                        63




                        TYLER (V.O. cont'd)
            -- the chief's spoken to the race director
            three times about whether they should pull
            me out. Luckily the race director was on my
            side –- he's shacked up with three hookers
            in some bar in Samoa and couldn’t care less.
            So it appears I'm going to be around to give
            you guys a ride for your money --

Diego grabs the female technician inspecting the front cone section of
his car and shoves her to the ground –-

                              DIEGO
                            (distant)
            -- if it isn't ready now, it never will be
            you stupid bitch!

The technician is Elizabeth.

Quick as a flash, Jack suddenly releases his canopy and with his sub-human
abilities LEAPS out of his car. Eyes sharpening, Jack advances towards
Diego.

Diego stands straight and holds position. Smug.

Leaping from his cockpit and realising Jack is about to lose it, Tyler
steps in and grabs him --

                              TYLER
            In the race. You'll get him in the race.

Liz looks severe, shaking her head –- unimpressed by Jack losing his cool.
Diego is content –- having managed to get a rise from his newfound enemy.

Jack climbs back aboard his car. Tyler looks at Marina and shrugs –- "what
was that all about?" All drivers step up and take their seats. The pit
area clears.


EXT. STARTING GRID – FINAL COUNTDOWN

The chorus of REVVING ENGINES increases, as the cars egg each other on.
The noise rises to a DYNAMITE PITCH until--

The clock turns over, and begins it countdown from one hour. TUMBLEWEED
SILENCE prevails.

Slowly, cars begin to creep away down the pit straight. A BRISTOL EXCELSIOR
reaches the start line, and as it crosses -– SCHBANG! Its thrusters BURST
INTO LIFE, BURNING RED-HOT as it shoots off down the opening straight with
incredible force.


EXT. RACEWAY
                                                                        64




Following suit, other cars PELT across the start line. Being a qualifying
lap, there is no overtaking. Images of the race are beamed to the
grandstands dotted all around the circuit via hovering aerial camera
units.

We FOLLOW the action as these cars whisk through corners and take bends
at high speed.


INT. BRISTOL EXELSIOR

Riding with Dutch driving supremo JONAS WINK, we BOMB through a tunnel
-– SKIRT around the edge of a rock face with a significant drop -– PLUMMET
down a sizeable ravine and then WHIP through a corkscrew.

On taking the curve of the corkscrew though, Wink carries too much speed
and -– SCHWOOH! The Excelsior quietly flies off the track. Not so supremo
anymore.

Pressing the emergency release button, Wink's seat EJECTS from the capsule
–- IGNITING mid-flight. Powered by a ROCKET JET-PACK (attached to the back
of his seat) he manages to glide safely back up the canyon.


EXT. RACEWAY

As the cars come in from completing their laps, their names and times are
recorded on an electronic leaderboard.

Marina is tracking the action on her dash monitors. Qualification minutes
ticks away. She is hailed on her LINK screen --

                               TYLER
                            (on screen)
            Want to see what my ass can do in a car it's
            never driven before?

Marina slams her foot down and approaches the start line within the
regulatory pit lane speed limits. Having been caught off guard, Tyler (in
Grand Delusion) sets off in pursuit.

SCHBANG! BANG! Marina and Tyler blast through the start line respectively.
Called the SNOW BOA, the sun dances all over Marina's car, a metallic white
blending in to tinted shade of silver towards the rear.

The cars twist and sashay through the meandering track. At the halfway
point the leaderboard states that Tyler has eaten a quarter of a second
into Marina's one second lead. He is a picture of concentration.

On the last bend, Tyler KICKS-IN a turbo thrust and ROCKETS round and past
the Snow Boa over the finishing line.

The leaderboard shows Tyler has landed the new fastest time, with Marina
posting a solid second place position trailing by a second.
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INT. SNOW BOA

                              TYLER
                           (on screen)
            Testing, schmesting.

Marina turns the monitor off.


EXT. STARTING GRID

Tyler drives back to the astounded jubilation of his team.

As another leaves the pit area to start its qualifying lap, only two cars
remain which have not yet started -- Jack and Diego (in VEILED AURORA).
They are dangerously close to running out of time.

Eyeballing Jack one last time, Diego fires up and passes the start line.
Jack follows suit. We sense this will be a race to the wire.


EXT. RACEWAY

In close succession, the cars PUMP their after-burners -- tobogganing
through the half pipes from left to right.

LONGSHOTS of the canyon expose the vastness of the raceway construct.

The cars WHIZZ through blind corners of a long dark tunnel. SCREECH! Diego
SWERVES perilously to avoid a rogue qualifying car in front. Jack looms
up dangerously close -- creating a pocket of traffic. Both cars pass
unharmed.

Out of the tunnel, Knightshade tries to JINX AND HUSTLE past Veiled Aurora
by switching track side. Experienced at defending his position -- Diego
laughs, creating all sorts of problems for Jack.

The clock informs us they both have the fastest one-two split times. The
crowds titillate with excitement.

At a downhill tubular section, Jack envisages an opportunity to pass by
ROLLING Knightshade upside down and WHIPPING through. Jack initiates the
manoeuvre precisely –- turning the car on its head. Before he can complete
-- the tubular section dissipates into flat narrow track -- and Jack has
to roll back prematurely, tucking in behind the Aurora once again.

The track narrows and snakes round the side of the canyon, unprotected
at this point by a SHEER DROP to the right. Jack remains cautiously behind
Diego.


INT. KNIGHTSHADE

Incoming on the LINK --
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                              DIEGO
                           (on screen)
            Pass me if you so dare.

                                JACK
            If you insist!


EXT. RACEWAY

Busy on the ICS LINK -– Jack catches Diego off-guard and nips up alongside
him as the track opens up again into two lanes.

Taking BRIDGE JUMPS and LOOP-THE-LOOPS simultaneously the two cars keep
EGGING PAST one another in the last segment of the circuit.

The FINAL TURN -– ZOOM! Knightshade takes the outside line to pass the
Aurora. The crowd are up on their feet. Diego keeps to his line and as
the curve straightens, the Aurora appears to have the lead.

BOLTING it down to the finishing line –- and the Aurora passes through
first, pipping Knightshade by a neck.

The grandstand ROARS with appreciation for a spectacular start to the
tournament.


INT. VEILED AURORA

Diego shakes his hand in the air in a victory salute. Incoming --

                               JACK
                           (on screen)
            You started before me. Why don't you look
            at the leaderboard before you celebrate,
            firewalker!

Diego looks up and sees the race order for the following day: Jack in pole,
Diego second, Tyler third, Marina fourth etc.


INT. KNIGHTSHADE – PIT GARAGE

Jack parks amidst the euphoria of his team.

He looks up to the grandstand where Fincher nods in admiration at the
winner's obvious skills in a well-fought contest. Jack stares back -- cold
and expressionless.


                                                          DISSOLVE TO:


INT. GRAND HALL - EVENING
                                                                       67




There is a real buzz and excitement in the hall after qualifying. Racetech
is on everyone's lips as the champagne flows.

D-Day has a quiet word with two of his security officers who disappear.

Jack is greeted with a large cheer and an applause as he enters. Pats on
the back and congratulations aplenty, Jack makes his way through the
appreciative congregation.

Finding Marina parked on a bar stool, Jack evades all the attention and
razzmatazz --

                              JACK
            This how you switch off?

                             MARINA
                 (looking up from her broadpad)
            I believe congratulations are in order?

                               JACK
            Thanks.

                              MARINA
            Why I think you no like all the attention?

                               JACK
            For qualifying?

                             MARINA
            Your modesty is quite unlike any other
            driver. Women are throwing themselves at
            you and you ignoring them.

                              JACK
            I've already got my eye on someone.

                             MARINA
            Are you making a pass a me?

                               JACK
            Not this time.

                             MARINA
            Good, because you no my type. So wha' you
            do with the money when you win?

                              JACK
            The two big races to go and you say I've
            already won. Ever heard of reverse
            psychology Miss Garcia?

                              MARINA
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           No. Your driving is magnificent! I watch
           you all way round and some of your lines,
           how you stay on the track, I not-

                                JACK
           I get the picture.

                            MARINA
           Oh I forget -- you no like compliments.

                               JACK
           What would you do with the money if you won?

                             MARINA
           Well I sent here to race by President
           Antonio Vasquez and Vice President Pablo
           Santini to represent my country in this
           tournament. My people are independent, but
           not affluent like the peoples you see
           around you. What I win, my people will
           receive.

                              JACK
           What would you do if you won the money for
           you?

                             MARINA
           If for me, then I give the money to my
           squadron to buy new surveillance equipment
           for our fighter planes.

                             JACK
           And you say I'm the modest one.

                       MALE VOICE (O.S.)
           That's my seat you're in pal!

Jack looks up to see Tyler.

                         TYLER (cont'd)
           Good work superfly, you nailed him good and
           proper.

                             JACK
                        (walking away)
           If you'll both excuse me.

                              TYLER
           What did I say?

                            MARINA
           He can't handle the adulation.


INT. GRAND HALL – DANCE FLOOR - MOMENTS LATER
                                                                         69




D-Day is trying to grind up to Elizabeth West as close as possible.

                               LIZ
            For the love of God, will you give me some
            breathing space, please!

                              D-DAY
            What's wrong? I've seen you dancing up
            close with every other man in this room!

                               LIZ
            Hey, back off sasquatch!

                              D-DAY
                         (turning nasty)
            What did you call me?

Diego looks up from his table to see what the commotion is. Lau also notices
a problem arising. Jack steps in --

                               JACK
                           (to D-Day)
            Hey listen, I've seen this guy snooping
            around outside and his suit looked more
            Shanghai Knight than it did Saville Row if
            you get my drift?

                              D-DAY
            I'm in the middle of something.

                                JACK
                           (turning away)
            Sure -- I hope he doesn't find anything he's
            not supposed to, you being security and
            all.

D-Day looks down and notices Jack is wearing a tie.

                              D-DAY
            Where did you see this man?

                                JACK
            He entered one of the maintenance rooms off
            the west corridor in the central lobby. I'm
            sure it's nothing.

D-Day is unconvinced but has a job to investigate nonetheless.

                                D-DAY
            Ma'am.

                                 LIZ
            Whatever!
                                                                   70




D-Day clicks his fingers, and flanked by two guards they march out in
unison. Jack takes over the dance. They pivot gracefully --

                                 LIZ
              I would have kicked his ass myself if we
              weren't undercover.

                                JACK
              Did you see the size of his hands?

                                 LIZ
              Yeah, so?

                                JACK
              You were out of your depth -– he's a
              champion body-crusher.

                                  LIZ
              Fine. Then I should kick your ass instead.
              What the hell do you think you were playing
              at in the pits today?

                                JACK
              I saw you were pushed -- I was trying to
              help.

                                 LIZ
              Listen, just back off okay. I don't need
              protection and you risk exposing us. I
              wouldn’t exactly have been sent here if I
              couldn't handle myself.
                               (pause)
              Besides, I heard what happened between you
              and firepants on the airship yesterday!

They laugh.

                                JACK
              What have you managed to find out so far?

                                 LIZ
              The man you saw me dancing with yesterday
              was Sal Cohen. An executive from the
              mineral mining division of Magna Corp.

                                JACK
              This sounds promising.

                                 LIZ
              Globally the corporation control many
              markets from the production of alloys to
              military hardware.

                                JACK
              Nothing we don't know of already.
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                                 LIZ
            Patience, please. Well even though the
            corporation is responsible for sponsoring
            the race, most of the executives here at the
            tournament are from the mineral mining
            division.

                              JACK
            So they had a good year.

                               LIZ
            Ratio-wise they represent less than four
            percent of company employees.

                                JACK
            Are you sure?

                               LIZ
            I cross referenced the corporation's
            personnel records against the guest list
            from the hotel database.

                              JACK
            Well that's a start.

                                LIZ
            A damn good one.

                               JACK
            This morning in the grandstand, there was
            an old guy sat next to Fincher.

                                LIZ
            I saw him.

                              JACK
            Any idea who he was?

                                 LIZ
            No but I'll see what I can come up with. Why,
            what are you thinking?

                              JACK
            I'm not. You ready to show me what you've
            uncovered?

Liz nods.

                          JACK (cont'd)
            Then let's go.


INT. GRAND HALL - BAR
                                                                       72




In b.g., Liz leads Jack out of the hall by his hand.

                              TYLER
            Will you look at that -- they're throwing
            themselves at him!

                               MARINA
            He say he have his eye on someone. Maybe it
            her?

                              TYLER
            If it is, then it's a good eye that's for
            sure. I'll drink to that.

                             MARINA
            You drink to anything Tyler Bell.

                              TYLER
            And if I don’t then you'll find me
            attractive, right?

                               MARINA
                             (turning)
            That's no what I said, but if you wanted to
            find out, you could always sober up and
            see...


INT. ELEVATOR

Jack and Liz step into a large oak panelled bubble shaped elevator. Liz
takes a key out from under her dress and inserts it into the controls.
A scan cursor on the key moves from side to side until it BEEPS. They have
system over-ride. Liz pushes the button for the basement and hands Jack
the universal key.

                                LIZ
            You may need it.

Jack takes the key. Liz produces a POCKETPAD (mini broadpad).

                              JACK
            You keep anything else down there?

                               LIZ
            We're going deep into the foundations of
            the complex. This contains detailed floor
            plans of the basement levels.

                              JACK
            Who gathered the intel?

                                LIZ
                                                                      73




            I did. I've taken pictures where possible
            and the flashing regions represent where
            you want to head towards.

PING! The doors open.


INT. BASEMENT

They enter an ordinary service area corridor and duck in to a side room.
The room is dimly lit. Mainframe terminals are dotted around. Stuffed
inside a ventilation shaft, Liz removes a sports holdall. Inside there
is a broadpad and a black jump suit which she hands to Jack.

                                LIZ
            This is from Felix. It's a state of the art
            Steltex suit on loan from the WSA.

                                JACK
            The space agency?

                               LIZ
            You can walk through laser, infra-red and
            ultra-violet security sensors without
            being detected -- but you have to walk
            slowly. This is a cat burglar's favourite
            friend. Look after it -- it isn’t insured.

A fine silver-wire lattice imprint sparkles in the light as Jack attempts
to slip into the skin-tight suit --

                              JACK
            You want to do this?

                                LIZ
            I'm not the one with the jutsu disciplines
            under my belt.

                                JACK
                       (fumbling with suit)
            You can have all the training in the world,
            but they don't make it any easier to get
            into these damn things. Why do they have to
            make them so tight!?!

                                 LIZ
            I'll see you back in here in twenty minutes.
            Good luck lieutenant.

                              JACK
            We're undercover. Ranks are dangerous.

                               LIZ
            I think we're safe from prying ears.
                                                                        74




Liz synchronises the times on her broadpad with Jack's pocketpad. An
infra-red guidance beam illuminates from the palm sized unit. Jack puts
his mask on. With the navigation device in hand, he climbs in to the narrow
ventilation shaft and manoeuvres his way through.


INT. SERVICE TUNNELS

The shaft drops into an underground service tunnel. Vines of cables run
and snake alongside water and gas pipes. Jack follows the directions on
the pocketpad through a series of tunnels into --


INT. MAINTENANCE ROOM

A dead-end, this maintenance area is a large dank tomb-like room
illuminated by low-watt house lights. The pipes and cables continue out
of the room through the far wall but there is no further access for him.
The pocketpad directions go no further.

High up on the wall, there is a steel door enclosed by a small veranda.
Jack paces back three steps.

With a RUNNING JUMP, he LEAPS –- TWISTING THROUGH THE AIR like a drill
as he rises and catches onto the ledge. FLIPPING himself up and over, Jack
lands on the platform.

Universal key in hand, Jack opens the door --


INT. CORRIDOR

Peering round the door, Jack sees two scientists walking down a corridor.
The corridor is well lit by spot-lights and gives the feeling that there
are R&D labs behind the closed doors.

Jack follows the scientists as they turn and disappear into a room.
Continuing to the end, Jack finds himself on a long balcony. The balcony
overlooks --


INT. HANGAR

A massive underground hangar, deep in the bowels of the complex and carved
in to the rock of the canyon. A fleet of fighter jets and three luxury
Safina jump-jets are lined up alongside one another. Engineering
super-machines, tools and equipment are sprawled all over -- a high-tech
aviation workshop.

Jack FLIPS over the balcony, landing on the ground of the hangar. Walking
over to one of the loading vehicles, Jack examines the contents -- a nest
of lithium-moulded HORNET CLASS MIRV MISSILES.

                                JACK
              Bingo.
                                                                       75




The examination is cut-short by the PITTER-PATTER of footsteps heard
running towards the hangar. Jack hides in a maintenance buggy.

D-Day and THREE GOONS enter through the tunnel carrying an array of motion
and infra-red detectors.

                              D-DAY
            Search everywhere for the intruder.

                                 JACK
                               (mouths)
            The intruder?

A FOURTH GOON catches up with the search party --

                             GOON #4
            We found a maintenance door unlocked in
            munitions.

                              D-DAY
            He must be in here somewhere.

The goons move their detectors around the room, but Jack does not show
up due to his protective suit.

                             GOON #1
            That's a negative on all sensors sir.

                              D-DAY
            False alarm as expected. Call off the
            search.

The goons turn round to leave. D-Day looks at his infra-red detector one
last time –- only this time a slit of heat registers onscreen.

ON JACK, who quickly raises his gloved hand over his eyes.

                            D-DAY (cont'd)
            Hold it.

Heavy-footed, D-Day CLOMPS over to the darkened corner of the room for
a closer inspection. Jack moves his hands away --

                                 JACK
            Boo!

Jack LAUNCHES himself out of the vehicle like a battering ram and piles
straight in to D–Day's chest. With a SALAMI THUD D-Day is sent flying
backwards into a cabinet of machine parts that collapse with an ALMIGHTY
CLATTER.

DOUP! DOUP! The sounds of the goons discharging their automatic weapons
into the darkness. Like a grasshopper, Jack bounces from wall to ceiling
to wall and out of sight.
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                         D-DAY (CONT'D)
            Stop shooting! You may notice some nuclear
            armaments if you care to look around --
            assholes.
                        (wrist to mouth)
            Lights.

Flood lights come on. The goons creep around the assortment of boxes,
missile cases, filing cabinets and machinery trying to locate the rogue
intruder.

Finger on the trigger, one of the goons searches under the luxury passenger
jet -- sweeping his gun from side to side.

CRACK! From the wing of the plane, Jack SPINS A HIGH KICK through the air
hitting the goon PLUM in the face -- sending him CRASHING into a stack
of aero-tyres. The tyres roll away in all directions --

The other goons appear and surround Jack. Using a rolling aero-tyre as
a springboard -- Jack performs an incredible feet of aerial arts as he
JUMPS from one goon's head to another.

Perplexed, the goons point their weapons upwards to get a fix on Jack --
but he is too quick and cunning and disappears over a stack of munitions
boxes. They follow him into --


INT. WORKSHOP

A large side-room filled with drills, saws, tools. The goons give chase
as the elusive intruder DUCKS and WEAVES through all the various machine
wares. Just when one of the goons thinks he has him cornered -- Jack
SOMERSAULTS over them. Slippery, teasing -- Jack shows all the hallmarks
of ninja fighting; drunken style.

Once tired out, Jack commences his counter-attack. One goon is BODY SLAMMED
against a machine saw. TWO CRASH into one another mid-air trying to grab
Jack. The last goon is felled by a frisbee'd JAW CHUCK from a lathe.

D-Day walks in and surveys the damage. All men down, he looks sizeably
unimpressed. He rolls his sleeves. Jack awaits -- fists clenched.

SUDDENLY -– they simultaneously attack one another. PAH-DA-PAH-PAH! A
flurry of quick precision JABS, KICKS AND PUNCHES establishes both these
men as highly skilled hand-to-hand combat marksmen. This is a brutally
powerful battle. The fluid agility with which they fight, means not once
do they knock over, fall or hit any of the machines dotted around the room.
CLOSE-UP/BULLET-TIME camera work slows down lightning hits allowing us
to see the fight dynamics. Although Jack is faster and more supple in
movement, D-Day is altogether stronger and the more powerful of the two,
wearing Jack down a lot quicker. Full contact BODY BLOWS send Jack flying.

Realising he is fighting a losing battle, Jack produces a WIRE YO-YO with
a blue button from his pocket. Hooking one end to a machine saw -- with
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ENERGY-SEEPING SUPER-SPEED Jack skirts the edge of the room, stretching
the wire around all the machines –- travelling full-circle in under a
milli-second. D-Day is momentarily dazed by his opponent's agility.

Jack stops. D-Day surveys the room and then catches the thin fibre-optic
wire GLINT under the lights. A look of dawning realisation creeps over
D-Day's face: he's in big trouble.

Pressing the blue button, the wire TIGHTENS and REELS itself in, dragging
everything within it together. Work-tables, angle-grinders, soldering
equipment all come CRUSHING and IMPLODING in on themselves -– with D-Day
trapped at the epicentre.

Within a second the action is over. The remnants of the implosion look
like a cross between a tied bail of hay and scrap metal crushed by an
impactor.

                                JACK
              Consider this a crushing victory.

Jack exits.


INT. BASEMENT

Tired and bruised, Jack clambers out of the ventiliation shaft. Busily
jamming away at her broadpad, Liz ignores Jack's safe return.

                                 LIZ
              What did you manage to find out?

                                 JACK
              Not enough, D-Day and his goons showed up.

                                 LIZ
              I wonder why. How's the suit?

                                  JACK
              I would have been better off without it. So
              much for the ancient art of stealth!

                                  LIZ
              What do you mean?

                                  JACK
              He kicked my ass.

                                   LIZ
              I should have told you, he's a champion body
              crusher -- you were out of your depth.

Jack throws her a look of disdain.

                            LIZ (cont'd)
              So what did you find out?
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                  JACK
They've built a hangar under here.

                   LIZ
A hangar? Was the SS2 in there?

                   JACK
Negative. Fincher has a fleet of military
issue fighter planes and his luxury Safina
jets but aside from that -– there's nothing
out of the extraordinary. If anything
extraordinary was down there -– he's moved
it away.

                   LIZ
Or out of sight. Ready for some turbo
intelligence?

                   JACK
Hit me.

                    LIZ
I hacked into the seating arrangements for
the Columbia state grandstand. One of the
two men sat next to General Fincher was a
Pablo Santini. He's --

                  JACK
-- the vice president of Ventura.

                   LIZ
He's the highest profile political figure
here at the tournament.

                  JACK
Ventura isn't exactly a dictator nation.
What's Fincher's interest in him?

                    LIZ
Who knows? Perhaps Santini and Fincher plan
on turning the tide.

                  JACK
Okay, what about the old guy?

                   LIZ
Officially he's listed as one of Fincher's
commercial advisors for the race event.

                   JACK
Unofficially?

                   LIZ
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            It comes back to the notorious Magna
            Corporation once again. The public face of
            the corporation is a nobody. A John Doe. He
            changes all the time. That way they can make
            him a rogue trader one year and a capital
            high-flier the next. The real boss of Magna
            Corporation, the decision-maker behind the
            scenes -- IRS have never been able to expose
            him. The man sat next to Fincher –- I think
            it could be their elusive CEO.

                               JACK
            You got a name?

                               LIZ
            Yes, Renald Ablemight -- but it's an alias.

                               JACK
            An anagram?

                               LIZ
            If only it was that simple.

                              JACK
            You think you can crack it?

                               LIZ
            It's going to take some time.

                              JACK
            See what you come up with. Let's get back
            to the party.


INT. ELEVATOR

PING -– Doors open and Jack and Liz step out. Liz ruffles Jack's hair and
pulls the shirt out from behind his pants.

                               JACK
            Hey!

                               LIZ
            We could at least try to make this look
            convincing.

Jack yanks her bra strap off the shoulder.

                              JACK
            That convincing enough for you officer
            West?

                               LIZ
            I thought you said ranks were dangerous?
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                                 JACK
            Ranks, spanks.


INT. GRAND HALL

A hounded barman leaves Tyler to serve his own drinks from his own bottle.
Marina is having a hard time holding down a conversation with the unstable
alcoholic.

                               TYLER
            -- and with the winnings, I'm going to buy
            an island in the Mediterranean and call it
            La Costa Naranja.

                                MARINA
            The orange coast?

                              TYLER
            That's right. And I'm going to sit on the
            beach under a palm tree by night –- eating
            coconuts and drinking sangria to my hearts
            content.

                                MARINA
            And by day?

                                TYLER
            I'll sleep.

                             MARINA
            And tha's it? Tha' your ambition?

                              TYLER
            That's my paradise.

                               MARINA
            You live and die like a pig and you call that
            paradise?

                              TYLER
                             (flips)
            Hey! Who the hell do you think you are
            talking to me like that?

                              MARINA
            Who I to talk to you like tha'? Who else
            going to tell you how it is Tyler Bell? I
            no hear you mention anyone else to tell you
            how stupid you are? You driving yourself
            into the ground and you no even notice!

                              TYLER
            Listen sweetheart, I've just about had it
            up to here with your preaching and your
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            insults. You want to know what you are to
            me. You're like everyone else I know.
            You're absolutely nothing! So why don't you
            take your sorry little latino pearls of
            wisdom back to Ventura because this drunken
            pig is getting a little tired of listening!

Jack and Liz overhear, but hold back from approaching.

                          TYLER (cont'd)
                         (stumbling away)
            And what is it with calling me Tyler Bell?
            It's Tyler. Get it. Just plain old simple
            Tyler! Freaking witch...

Suddenly, Marina's generally relaxed demeanour falls apart, as she becomes
a quivering wreck overcome by emotion. Without prompting, Liz goes over
to console her and takes her into a cubicle.

Jack catches Tyler from falling over into the bar.


INT. CUBICLE

                                LIZ
            You okay?

                              MARINA
            I sorry. I canno' help myself. When I see
            a man with so much pain -- it make me sad.

                               LIZ
            Hey, that's nothing to feel bad about.

                              MARINA
            I so stupid sometime. I try to help, but I
            end up saying the wrong thing.

                               LIZ
            I'm sure he didn't mean what he said.

                              MARINA
            He call me a freaking witch and tell me to
            take my sorry little latino pearls of
            wisdom back to Ventura. I think he mean'
            wha' he say?

                               LIZ
            You're from Ventura?

                              MARINA
            Yes.

                                LIZ
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Marina, I know this may be a bad time but
have you ever come across the company
sponsoring the race before?

                 MARINA
Magna Corporation? Ci, they come to our
island.

                   LIZ
What happened exactly?

                  MARINA
You want to hear the story? Some years ago
we have minor tremors on the island,
nothing serious but a thick, black
substance rise to the surface. Our
scientists think it molten rock until they
test it.

                   LIZ
What did they find?

                  MARINA
It was oil. We very poor island community
so my people enormously excited by the
prospect. So our government contracted
Magna Corporation to carry out soil
analysis and oil exploration programme. My
air squadron escort the exploration team to
conduct their research.

                   LIZ
And what did they discover?

                  MARINA
Nada.

                   LIZ
Nothing at all?

                  MARINA
After a year of intensive searching they
only find a trace amount. So our president
may announcement and say wha' we don have
we can't miss and so we return to our
everyday lives. But is shame, it would have
solved a lot of problems.
                (perks up)
Why you so interested, you a journalist?

                   LIZ
Will you excuse me -- I just have to see
Damian for a moment.

                  MARINA
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                        (grabs her hand)
           You want to talk to a man you met less than
           an hour ago about wha' I just said. You no
           journalist -- who are you people?


INT. BAR

On the bar stands the remnants of a half-drunk glass of orange and red
bile. Tyler is sick, reeling -– on the verge of regurgitating.

                             TYLER
           This your idea of a sick joke?

                             JACK
           You feel better now?

                             TYLER
           No, I feel sober. This your idea of a sick
           fucking joke?

                                JACK
           You were drunk.

                             TYLER
           That was the plan, asshole. What the hell
           is in that?

                                JACK
           Liquorice.

                             TYLER
           It tastes of shit, and my head feels like
           its about to explode.

                             JACK
           That's called a hang-over.

                             TYLER
           You sober me up and then you give me a
           hang-over. Remind me to never go
           party-freaking with you.

                                JACK
           You remember much?

                             TYLER
           Yeah, so how was she?

                             JACK
           I was talking about Marina?

                             TYLER
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            I've seen scorpions with less sting in
            their tail. She needs to watch what she
            says.

                              JACK
            She was trying to help you.

                               TYLER
            Then thank her for me, but I didn’t ask for
            any. Just like I didn’t ask to be sobered
            up. Barman!

                              JACK
            You need to let her win the tournament.

                              TYLER
                             (pause)
            Let me guess. You fell for all that jazz
            about her needing the money to help her
            people schmuck, didn't you?

                              JACK
            Her intentions are sincere.

                               TYLER
            It was a line! Women, hey. They never cease
            to amaze.

                               JACK
            It's better than using the money to settle
            a bar tab...

                               TYLER
            Hey back off Temple, before you make me do
            something I regret! You and I are enemies
            on the track and now we're enemies off it.
            Barman! A bottle of sambuca to take to my
            room.

The barman looks to Jack for approval.

                          TYLER (cont'd)
            NOW!

The barman hands over the bottle. Tyler clocks Marina as he walks away,
but blatantly ignores her. TIGHT on Jack's searching eyes.


INT. PENTHOUSE SUITE – NIGHT

In an office on the top floor of the Phoenix, General Fincher is sat behind
a large oval desk. D-Day resolutely stands facing him, badly disfigured
by the crush injuries and with an arm missing.

                               FINCHER
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           I hear we had a visitor.

                             D-DAY
           We did.

                            FINCHER
           And would it be wise of me to assume he
           escaped.

                             D-DAY
           We almost had him sir.

                            FINCHER
           He tripped our security system, took down
           four of your best men and disappeared
           without a trace and you wish me to believe
           you almost had him.

                             D-DAY
           He was an unknown quantity.

                            FINCHER
           Intruders normally are. What level
           assassin are we dealing with?

                             D-DAY
           A taijutsu shidoshi. I was unable to secure
           a lock on him.

                            FINCHER
           Neither could any of your clowns from the
           looks of things. What exactly am I paying
           you for?

                             D-DAY
           He didn’t have a chance to uncover
           anything. That we can be sure off.

                             FINCHER
           How nice to know you can be sure of
           something, but that's because he doesn't
           know where to look, not because you stopped
           him. Credit only where credit is due. How
           do you propose to rectify this problem?

Jessica steps forward carrying a decanter of scotch.

                             D-DAY
           We've already increased guard rotation in
           the lower levels General.

                            FINCHER
           And I wonder whose footing the bill for
           that. What do you think, Jessica? An
           adequate solution?
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                             JESSICA
            I have a better one General, if I may.

                              FINCHER
            Go ahead.

Jessica raises the decanter, ejecting the liquid content over D-Day's
head.

                               D-DAY
            Why you!

With a SWEEPING ROUND-HOUSE, D-Day knocks Jessica's head loose from its
robotic mounting -- her metallic neck-bones collapsing sideways.
With a PNEUMATIC HISS (like a balloon being inflated), Jessica's heads
pops straight again. Her eyes turn a deep red.

Grabbing D-Day by the neck in a vice-like lock, Jessica raises her other
hand and –- WHACK! Bringing it down like a mallet, she SMASHES D-Day across
the face with such MALEVOLENT FORCE, his bones SHATTER.

Lifting him by the neck, Jessica DARTS FORWARD at full speed –- SMASHING
through the window and launching D-Day from the office –- watching him
fall to his death at the bottom of the canyon ravine.

Bombay Lau enters the room.

                              FINCHER
            Seems engineering forgot to tell security
            we'd upgraded all the house robots. Lau,
            you'll be in charge of security from now on.
            Jessica, I need background checks on all
            competitors. Oh, and get that window fixed.

Lau nods and exit. Fincher turns to look at Jessica. She stands still and
lifeless, very much like the robot she is.


                                                           CUT TO:


EXT. RACEWAY – MORNING

The cars are lined up and rearing to go on the starting grid in
qualification race order. Technicians are conducting final checks on the
cars. The crowds are at fever pitch with anticipation and excitement.
Enclosed weapons have been added to the cars that make them look more
muscular –- like they've been steroid infused.

Super: Racetech Championship, Day Two


INT. KNIGHTSHADE
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Sitting in pole position, Jack surveys his rear view screens where he sees
Tyler looking over at Marina (deep in thought). A light on his ICS LINK
flashes. Jack engages the incoming call --

                              DIEGO
                           (on screen)
            Today, the cars hit back!

Jack turns the monitor off, focusing on the race ahead. POV as he blocks
all else out of his mind (darkening). Tunnel vision sets in.


EXT. STARTING GRID

The clock counts down to the start of the race as technicians clear the
pit area. Silence falls amongst the anticipating crowds. The constant hum
of HIGH REVVING ENGINES consumes the starting grid. TIGHT on the drivers
-- fraught and nervous faces. The last few seconds burn out --

TICK, TICK, BOOM!

Sounding like a BLANKET BOMBING, the cars BLAST away down the pit straight;
passing a digital placard stating: WEAPONS UNARMED.

Knightshade speeds away maintaining pole position. Diego (in Veiled
Aurora) holds position in second place.


INT. / EXT. GRAND DELUSION

With his left thruster failing to ignite, Tyler is sent into a HORIZONTAL
SPIN.

                               TYLER
            Shit!

The burning wheels kick a BLACK BOUILLON of smoke into the air.

Marina (Snow Boa) takes advantage by passing Tyler and racing in to third
place, but she is over-taken herself by the most diminutive car on the
circuit; the BIGOU PRIX.

Tyler re-aligns and embarks on his pursuit to play catch-up through the
field.


EXT. RACEWAY - FIRST LAP

Jack builds up a commanding lead in pole over Diego. Marina battles for
third place against ZULU OLOKA (driving the Bigou Prix).


EXT. RACEWAY - SECOND LAP
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As Knightshade passes the grandstand to the ROAR and the appreciation of
the crowds, the digital placard alters and heralds: WEAPONS ARMED. The
two turret guns on either side of Jack's car spring out from the chassis
and take aim towards the rear.

When Veiled Aurora passes the placard, long steel wings extend from the
undercarriage -– giving the car the appearance of a lethal arrowhead.
Shards of sunlight dance off the sheen on the blades.


EXT. GRANDSTAND

Watching both the live and the big screen action, spectators cheer as the
race they all came to see begins.


EXT. RACEWACY - SECOND LAP – CONTINUED

The Bigou Prix simply rises fractionally from its wheel base on passing
the digital placard, whilst the Snow Boa goes through a remarkable change
as the metallic back section liquefies and solidifies taking on a sleeker
aerodynamic form.


INT. GRAND DELUSION

Offering the option between "CONSERVE POWER" or "ENGAGE WEAPON" Tyler
chooses the former upon his on-board computer.

                              TYLER
            Let's kick some ass.

The car gathers momentum.


EXT. RACEWAY - HYMAN CURVE

Ahead of Grand Delusion is Jonas Wink in the spare Bristol Excelsior.
PATOON-PATOON! Mounted automatic guns on the Excelsior point towards Grand
Delusion firing PLASMA PELLETS.

Tyler jinxes and avoids the shots –- WHISKING past the Excelsior at the
opportune moment and leaving Wink behind in his sights.


EXT. RACEWAY - BURELLO SWING

A section of the track with HUGE BOWED SWINGS in all directions, Tyler
pits his wits against AVIN KHAN. His car (BARISA TONK) is armed with
VIBRO-RAYS -- invisible beams that distort the straight line air and
pulsate the enemy chassis on impact.

Desperate to destroy the pursuing Grand Delusion as it gathers ground,
Khan fires his weapon. Tyler manages to WEAVE and DODGE the onslaught,
avoiding the worst of the rays -- but not all.
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DA-DA-DA-DA-DA! Tyler is unnerved as his chassis RATTLES VIGOROUSLY. He
backs off –- too dangerous to proceed. With dislodged bolts and screws,
Tyler fears the worst for his car. And then as if by divine intervention,
the Gods look down upon him --

Busy working his weapons system, Khan does not notice a LOOP-THE-LOOP
ahead, and as his car WHIPS round -- it suddenly FLIES off the edge off
the road. There is only one way to go from here and that's down.


INT. GRAND DELUSION

Relief on the driver's face.

                              TYLER
            That was easier than it should have been.


EXT. RACEWAY - ESTORIL LEAP

The third car in succession Tyler races up to is the BITBURG HYBRID, driven
by NICHOLAS SHRODER. Streams of MOLTEN WATER attack the bonnet of the
Delusion -- MELTING the paint-work to an effervescent cinder and BURNING
through to the body-work.

Tyler slows the Delusion down, letting the distance increase between
himself and the car in front. Hitting FULL THROTTLE, as the track coasters
into a tear-drop -- Tyler short-cuts the dip by LEAPING across the gap
and landing safely ahead of the Bitburg.

Nicholas curses in his German mother-tongue.


EXT. RACEWAY - CASA HAIRPIN

In the midfield, YUKI BANKS drives a bigfoot machine called the IKI SHIMA.
As the car turns in to the hairpin, it suddenly lifts off the ground. Yuki
checks her rear view --

Her car has been impaled by two giant spikes. The offending car is PEARL
GREY driven by OSCAR HILL -- the weapon being a fork-lift contraption at
the front.

The Pearl tosses the Iki Shima over with ease -- sending the monstrous
car CRASHING across the track. SMOKE AND DEBRIS litter the scene.

Grand Delusion weaves through the carnage. Tyler is on the rampage.


EXT. GRANDSTAND – LATER

Cars STREAK across the start line to begin another lap as the crowds WHOOP
and HOLLER. The leaderboard indicates the race order for lap nine.
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EXT. RACEWAY - SPOONS CONSTRUCT

Hot on the heels of the Bigou, Marina is suddenly nudged from behind.
Checking her rear sights, she too has been impaled by Pearl Grey.

Marina is a picture of calmness as the Snow Boa is slowly lifted from the
track.


INT. / EXT. SNOW BOA

Engaging her weapon --

The back-end of the car suddenly melts (LIQUID METAL) and REFORMS itself
once released from the clutches of the impaler. The Snow Boa crashes back
onto the track.

                             MARINA
            Is want to play cat and mouse?

With a look of unremitting determination, Oscar tries repeatedly to impale
the Snow Boa but Marina easily administers the same escape.

                         MARINA (cont'd)
            Is best the pussy cat can do?

With one final effort, Pearl impales and lifts the back corner of the Snow
Boa –- but this time Marina's weapon system malfunctions and her tail-end
does not liquefy and respond.

                         MARINA (cont'd)
            Never a dog to chase the cat when you need
            one?


EXT. RACEWAY - SIERRA FALLS

Oscar laughs from his cabin, searching for open road (the Sierra Falls)
from which to throw the trapped Snow Boa. As Marina fears for her own safety
--

CRASH! The Snow Boa dislodges -- SLAPPING onto the circuit. Marina hits
the NITRO and bolts away. Oscar looks round to see what hit him. There
is a mirage behind him.

The mirage UNCLOAKS and the car reveals itself to be Grand Delusion –-
invisibility being Tyler's secret weapon. On hitting the falls, Tyler rams
into the Pearl and sends the car JETTISONING off the edge of the canyon.

Oscar shoots out of the car in his jet-pack.


INT. / EXT. GRAND DELUSION
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From the collision, Tyler develops a weapons problem of his own as the
Delusion flashes between cloak and uncloak -– the car disappearing and
reappearing. The car slows.

                              TYLER
            C'mon baby, disengage and find me some
            power.

Whilst trying to rectify the problem on his computer, he is attacked from
behind by a jet of smoke. The Bitburg Express has caught up -- and its
German driver looks pissed.


EXT. RACEWAY

Under attack, the camouflage at the back of the Delusion is smudged off
as the chassis and the thruster begin to BOIL OVER. The original paint-work
starts to reappear through the steam and smoke. The temperature rises and
Tyler finds it hard to keep his hands on the controls. ENVELOPED IN VAPOUR
-- the car begins to burn both outside and in. Nicholas Shroder relishes
his revenge. Only a miracle could save Tyler now: but for our unlikely
hero miracles would seem to come in pairs.

An information screen flashes inside both cars: GIVE WAY - LAPPING CAR
APPROACHING.

In their rear views, Jack is fast approaching. The cars move aside
systematically, buying Tyler precious seconds to fix his weapons.

Jack passes. Tyler's system re-routes the power from weapons to speed and
with a NITRO-FLASH -- Tyler PELTS it away before another barrage of
high-pressure steam.

Nicholas curses in German once again.


EXT. RACEWAY - LIBRIUM SECTION

Diego sees Jack coming hard up his tail. The lapping car message flashes
on Diego's information screen. As Jack levels up to pass, Diego suddenly
SLAMS Knightshade, blades tearing through the undercarriage -- FRICTION
SPARKS flying everywhere.

The crowds boo and jeer. Fincher stands, enraged by the unsportsmanship
of his own driver.

The Veiled Aurora goes through a secondary transformation, as the chassis
moves off the wheels and a far more sinister CIRCULAR BLADE appears from
under the car. Knightshade drops back.

Diego hits the brakes. Knightshade shoots past -– but is ripped apart by
the rotating blade in the process. Jack engages his own weapon system.
The turrets turn and a jet of water instantly freezes over the Aurora's
cockpit. A petty weapon in comparison.
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With the left wing having sustained severe damage, Knightshade's power
starts dropping off rapidly.

Diego rams Knightshade again, CRUSHING AND SANDWICHING the car against
the wall. Sparks fly as Knightshade is SHREDDED from either side. Diego
looks transfixed by his plan of total annihilation.

Jack quickly tries to compute a get-out plan as he sees Zulu Oloka racing
up behind him in his sights. Realising the Bigou can only pass to his left
-- Jack forces his car away from the wall and steers into the centre of
the track. The Aurora continues to HACK through the chassis. The Bigou
catches up and tucks in behind both cars.

Jack SLAMS the brakes –- the Aurora SPINNING three-sixty-degrees around
Knightshade on its own blade! The Bigou hurtles straight into the Aurora
as it comes full-circle and -- KA-BOOM!

The speed of the impact OBLITERATES all three cars. The drivers
automatically eject –- but due to the close proximity of the crash, the
ejector seats of Diego and Zulu career into one another full-thrust and
BANG! Fusing in to a molten ball, both drivers are instantly killed. Jack
flies (jet-pack) up in the air.


EXT. RACEWAY - PARABOLA TURNS

Marina whizzes through the BLAZING INFERNO of the wreckage having moved
in to first place. On checking her rear views she sees the road behind
is clear.

She sighs. Out of thin air, a car materialises in front of her –- Tyler
has gained ground. The race is on for first and second place.

Through the sector twists and turns, Tyler holds position with Marina
unable to make a serious impression on his lead.

The crowds go ballistic as the cars make their way through the final turns.


INT. GRAND DELUSION

At the worst possible moment, Tyler develops a conscience --

                           JACK (V.O.)
            You need to let her win the tournament.

                          TYLER (V.O.)
            -- back off Temple, before you make me do
            something I regret!

                          MARINA (V.O.)
            I no hear you mention anyone else to tell
            you how stupid you are? You driving
            yourself into the ground and you no even
            notice!
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Tyler turns the cloaking mechanism back on again.


INT. SNOW BOA (MARINA'S POV)

Unable to see the car in front any more --

                                MARINA
            What is he doing?

The cars slalom from left to right through the final turns.


EXT. RACEWAY – FINISHING POST

Grand Delusion reappears -– just as it LIFTS AND FLIES OFF the edge of
a half pipe! Tyler ejects and glides away.

Disbelief as Marina whizzes past, shooting down the final straight and
over the finishing line into first place and victory. The crowds go wild.
Fincher stands up to leave, unimpressed by a female champ.

The Snow Boa drives up a ramp onto the winners rostrum. The second and
third placed cars also drive into position. Picking up champagne hoses,
the drivers shower one another and serenade the new champion -– but a
subdued Marina reveals a woman unconvinced by her own win.


EXT. FINISHING GRID - AFTERNOON

Tyler lands and looks up to see the podium celebrations. Jack is also
unstrapping from his jet-pack.

                              JACK
            You were in the lead. What happened?

                              TYLER
            So were you for most of the race, perhaps
            you should be telling me?

                              JACK
            You did the right thing.

                              TYLER
            Hold that thought. We still have tomorrow
            to get through yet.

Tyler moves away. Flanked by his security staff, Fincher approaches Jack.

                              FINCHER
            Your skills are most impressive. I believe
            an apology is in order on behalf of my team.

                                 JACK
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            None required. Your driver got what he
            deserved. Perhaps he should have taken a
            leaf out of your book when it comes to
            sportsmanship -- General.

In SLOW MOTION, Jack pops a matchstick in his mouth and turns his back
to Fincher. A look of recognition, and then it dawns on him --

                              FINCHER
            Lau, the list I asked for. Forget it. I have
            a strong feeling I know who our
            night-crawler is.


                                                           DISSOLVE TO:


INT. HOTEL CORRIDOR – DUSK

Looking glitzy in her evening dress, Marina walks hurriedly down a corridor
frantically searching through her purse. She is clearly distressed.

Elevator doors PING open and Tyler comes chasing after her.

                              TYLER
            Hey, hey, hey -- where are you going?

                                MARINA
            What do you want?

                               TYLER
            You can't have a victory party without the
            victor!

                             MARINA
            Please, just leave me alone.

They stop as Marina fumbles around by her door, still searching for the
card with which to open it. Tyler blocks the entrance.

                              TYLER
            Just what is it with you?

                               MARINA
                             (turning)
            How could you?

                                TYLER
            How could I what?

                               MARINA
            Why don' you stop insulting my intelligence
            and tell me why you throw the race and let
            me win?
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Tyler becomes unstuck.

                         MARINA (cont'd)
            So is true. Well now I know --

                              TYLER
            It wasn't my idea. Ice suggested it.

                              MARINA
            Oh this get better and better -- you all in
            on this together!

                              TYLER
            I thought your people needed the money?

                               MARINA
            So now I a charity case? You know how small
            you make me feel today on tha' podium?
                            (shows it)
            This small. Well this poor girl don' need
            help from you or anyone. So if you don'
            mind, get out of my way and let me go to my
            room!

                               TYLER
                              (beat)
            No.

                              MARINA
            Wha' you say?

                              TYLER
            I said no.

                             MARINA
                           (fighting)
            Get out, get out, GET OUT!

Tyler grabs Marina's hands and stops her from pounding his chest any
further. A spirited fighter, Marina won’t give in easily. A fighter too,
neither will Tyler.

Marina jerks to release his grip, but Tyler is too strong. Looking him
straight in the eye, she tries again -– but is held rigid.

The fire has gone from her struggle though. Her eyes take on a seductive
quality and she drops her defences. Locked in each other's gaze, time
stands still. The tension mounts to breaking point -- until Tyler swiftly
moves in and kisses her. High passion -- hard and fast. Like childhood
sweethearts rekindling their love for one another. They break free.

                             MARINA
            Why did you do it?

                              TYLER
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            I had a rethink of my ambitions.

                             MARINA
            You taste of oranges.

                              TYLER
            Juice don't taste so bad on its own.

                             MARINA
            I would have beaten you.

                              TYLER
            Is that your way of thanking me?

                             MARINA
            I don’t thank losers... Tyler.

They are about to kiss again, when --

                             JESSICA
            Please excuse the intrusion, but General
            Fincher kindly requests your presence on
            the Gralmano terrace Mr Bell.

                              TYLER
            What about?

No reply.

                          TYLER (cont'd)
            Well if you don't know what it's about then
            thank him for the invitation, but tell him
            I'm otherwise preoccupied.

Jessica's eyes burn a bright orange filament.

                             JESSICA
            The General does not like to be kept
            waiting.

                             MARINA
            Go, is seem important -- come and see me
            when you done.

                              TYLER
            Fine. The General can have my undivided
            attention but I'm not happy about this
            Jessica.

                             MARINA
            Come back quickly. I wan' to talk to you
            about something -- is about Damian and
            Elizabeth.

                              TYLER
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            And I thought it was going to be my lucky
            night.

                             MARINA
            That you have to wait and see.

Tyler follows Jessica towards the elevator.


INT. MARINA'S SUITE

Marina walks through and closes the door behind her. She rests her back
against the door. A post-coital smile on her face. She switches the light
on to find --

The room has been ransacked. As she moves forward to investigate -—

SNATCH! Out of the shadows, a figure grabs her from behind and WRAPS a
gloved hand round her mouth. Her screams are futile. The figure steps into
a shard of light -– it is Bombay Lau. Kicking back, Marina catches him
on the shin and manages to break free.


INT. ELEVATOR DOORS

As Jessica and Tyler step into the elevator, Marina's door opens in b.g.
A MUFFLED SCREAM -– as the door slams shut as quickly as it opened.

Tyler looks down the corridor but does not see anything. A look of
trepidation on his face. A single drop of blood leaks from his nose. The
elevator doors close.


EXT. TERRACE

The doors open on an upper lawned terrace of the complex illuminated by
landing lights. Fincher stands at the top of a ramp, in the doorway of
his luxury Safina jet aeroplane. The engines are running. The scene is
a picture postcard with the fading light of dusk overlooking the Canyon.

                             FINCHER
            It's been a long time Tyler.

                              TYLER
            Didn't think you'd remember me Tom.

                             FINCHER
            How could I forget -- forgive me for
            interrupting your evening.

                              TYLER
            Where are we going?

                              FINCHER
            Please...
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Tyler steps onboard, escorted by Jessica.


EXT. SKY

We float like gods over a darkening cloud cover.

The orange glow of the nitro afterburners cuts out, easing the plane to
a soft high-altitude cruise.

Super: Pacific Ocean, 400 Miles West of San Diego


INT. COCKPIT

A spacious and luxurious cabin, Fincher commandeers the plane whilst Tyler
observes from the passenger seat. Tyler looks around –- marvelling at the
simplified instruments on the control panel. The clouds clear. Tyler sips
on a glass of juice.

                              TYLER
            It's quite a toy you have here.

                             FINCHER
            You should see what kind of games it can
            play. What do you see down below?

                              TYLER
            Islands. A group of them.

Fincher turns a screen on that shows the geographic landscape.

                              FINCHER
            Not just any group of islands. The paradise
            islands of Ventura to be precise.

                              TYLER
            What is this about Tom?

                             FINCHER
            Now look at this...

The graphic changes to illustrate the geology of the islands. There are
small pockets of blue on the super-imposed image.

                              TYLER
            What am I looking for?

                              FINCHER
            Some years ago, an exploratory team
            prospected the islands to find out if it
            held any mineral wealth. They uncovered the
            presence of two valuable materials. One of
            them, the blue areas are reserves of
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            Italite -- the ore used by the military to
            produce Protex.

                              TYLER
            Otherwise known as clear liquid metal.

                              FINCHER
            Precisely, the very foundation of modern
            stealth warfare. It's the silver areas deep
            below these that we're interested in
            though.

At the touch of a button, the image displays wide areas of silver under
the islands that stretch way beyond the coastline.

                              TYLER
            What are they?

                             FINCHER
            What the world is finding it increasingly
            harder to find and produce. Pure refined
            omega grade fuel. Otherwise known as --

                              TYLER
            Oil.

                             FINCHER
            Man's greatest source of energy.
            Precisely.

                               TYLER
            This all makes for a fascinating geography
            lesson but why are you showing me all this?

                             FINCHER
            Why do you think you're here at my
            tournament Tyler?

                               TYLER
            You invited me, and I liked the prize money
            on offer. But now I'm not so sure.

                             FINCHER
            So you're willing to risk life and limb for
            financial gain?

                              TYLER
            If the price is right.
                   (his nose starts to twitch)
            Listen, I --

                             FINCHER
            -- have to get back to your date. Yes, of
            course. Jessica, plot a return course to
            the Phoenix... Mach Sixteen.
                                                                     100




                              TYLER
            That's not possible.

                             FINCHER
            Anything's possible Tyler... if the price
            is right. Buckle up soldier --

The lights in the cockpit dim and, the simplified controls sink to be
replaced by a new high-tech control panel. Space-age instrumentation
emerges: radars, weapons controls, altitude and longitude dials,
telemetry gauges filling the cockpit.

Tyler sits back in disbelief.


EXT. SAFINA JET

The colour of the jet changes to silver and the shape morphs (elongates)
in to a longer more streamlined dynamic. From a luxury cruise airliner
the jet has transformed into a deadly silver spy plane. At ULTRA SONIC
SPEED -- the jet shoots forward, TEARING through the sky and creating the
most incredulous SONIC BOOMS.

                             FINCHER
            The greatest wars have been won from the
            skies, but what if the enemy came in
            disguise. Welcome to the mark two Silver
            Stealth.

                               TYLER
            That can't be. The designs were destroyed.

                             FINCHER
            Lucky for me someone had a Xerox.

                              TYLER
            What's the reason for all this?

                             FINCHER
            In forty-eight hours, three fully
            operational SS2s will be used to blanket
            bomb the presidential palace on Ventura.

                               TYLER
            You're going to assassinate the president?

                             FINCHER
            For oil Tyler. Reserves of oil he nor his
            people are even aware of.

                              TYLER
            How do you plan to get away with this?

                             FINCHER
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              Our good friends at Magna Corporation were
              contracted to conduct the oil exploration
              programme on the islands. In the name of
              consolidating their own mineral interests,
              they fabricated the findings. Since then
              they have funded the vice president's
              campaign and rise to office.

                                TYLER
              A puppet.

                               FINCHER
              A puppet who will make them incredibly
              rich!


EXT. CANYON – NIGHT

Under the cover of darkness, the SS2 silently swoops down towards the
Canyon rock face below the Phoenix Complex. The SS2 piles straight into
the rock –- which turns out to be a holographic projection.


INT. HANGAR

The SS2 comes in to land in the secret underground complex.

                                TYLER
              So this whole tournament's about oil?

                               FINCHER
              Not even close. This tournament is about
              recruiting the pilots to fly these
              remarkable machines. I run a private
              defence firm Tyler -- available for hire by
              anyone willing to pay the fee.

                                TYLER
              And I guess the corporation offered good
              terms. What was it? A major stake-hold in
              the company provided more than adequate
              remuneration?

                               FINCHER
              Defence doesn’t come cheap.

                                 TYLER
              Is that what you call it -- so what do want
              with me?

                                FINCHER
              I thought that would be obvious by now. The
              best planes will always need the best
              pilots.
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                              TYLER
            I haven’t flown in years.

                             FINCHER
            If you can still fly like you drive, then
            I have nothing to fear.

                               TYLER
            I'm a former policeman Tom. How can I
            justify killing innocent people in the name
            of oil?

                             FINCHER
            Because you're a broke former policeman.

                               TYLER
            And the pay cheque you're about to offer me
            makes me a vulnerable candidate to carry
            out your ruse I imagine. Your intelligence
            impresses me. But you underestimate me if
            you think you can buy me. I may be broke but
            you and your friends have got me all wrong
            if you think I'm going to kill innocent
            people in the name of corporate
            profiteering.

Fincher looks out of the window and sees Bombay Lau standing on the landing
deck under a singular spotlight. Lau nods his head.

                             FINCHER
            You disappoint me.

                               TYLER
            We all know how this game works so if you're
            going to kill me, I suggest you do it now.
            Otherwise I think our business is concluded
            -- General.

                             FINCHER
            Well if you won't do it for me --

Fincher flicks a screen on. It shows Marina tied and gagged in a dark
interrogation room.

                        FINCHER (cont'd)
            Do it for your date.

                              TYLER
            What, some broad I met yesterday?

                              FINCHER
            Then you won't care if Lau has his way with
            her?

                               TYLER
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            You always get what you want Tom?

                             FINCHER
            Just think of it as eradicating a few
            low-breed politicians.
                     (hands over a shortpad)
            You'll find all you need to know on here.
            There'll be a mission briefing tomorrow at
            sixteen-hundred hours. Oh, and there's one
            other thing I'd like you to do before you
            go lieutenant.

                              TYLER
            Former. I'm listening.

                              FINCHER
            One of the competitors is a spy. I want him
            destroyed on the track tomorrow.

                               TYLER
            Who is it?

                              FINCHER
            Someone you know quite well. He goes by the
            alias of Damian Ice.
                               (beat)
            Do we have an agreement lieutenant?

Taking his chances, Tyler suddenly LUNGES FORWARD to hit Fincher with the
shortpad across the head. Jessica has been keeping a watchful eye on
proceedings however and shoots a poisoned dart in to his neck. Tyler
collapses.

                        FINCHER (cont'd)
            I'll take that as a yes then.

Fincher sighs, and walks over the unconscious body.


INT. BASEMENT LEVELS - CONTINUOUS

In darkness, Jack creeps along the underground corridors to the long
balcony overlooking the hangar.

Below him, Jack makes out Fincher, Bombay Lau and Jessica (Tyler's body
flung over shoulder) exiting the hangar.

Jack's shortpad displays an infra-red view of the hangar. He sweeps past
the fleet of fighter jets and as he scans the three luxury passenger jets,
the central one is undisguised. Jack studies the image closely –-
witnessing the SS2 for the first time.

                               JACK
            Jackpot.
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He transmits the image. Hearing footsteps, Jack ducks through a door along
the balcony --


INT. COFERENCE ROOM

The meeting room has a round oak table with large leather armchairs dotted
around it. A mural sized plasma screen and futuristic video machine are
built into the wall.

Jack presses play on the video machine. A 3-D colour holographic
representation of Ventura rises in the centre of the table. The digital
image moves; scaling up and down in size and illustrating an aerial attack
on the presidential palace. The room smells to high heaven of war planning.

Horror crosses Jack's face as he watches the suited ageing figure that
appears on the screen --

MISSION BRIEFING – STOCK

F.G. A table with a golf club lying across it. The back of a leather armchair
--

Super: The President of Magna Corporation

                       ADMIRAL LEONARD WELLS
                           (spins round)
             Gentlemen. You have been carefully
             selected and chosen to carry out this most
             critical of missions to secure the future
             of our organisation as a global enterprise
             --

Jack notices a triangular name placard on the table. He flips it. The name
reads: TYLER BELL.

SUDDENLY, the door flies open and six security guards burst in and ambush
the room. The video keeps playing. In a tenacious display of superlative
strength Jack picks up one of the bulky leather swivel armchairs and HURLS
it across the room like a projectile, knocking a guard out cold in the
process. Multi-vitamins have come a long way.

Expertly manipulating a second chair as a shield, Jack defends himself
from a two-pronged attack from either side. Reminiscent of a Golden Harvest
movie, the chair is utilised as a martial prop -– interlacing and
interweaving into the orchestrated choreography of the fight sequence.
CONCUSSING his two attackers with the chair, Jack rolls onto the table
and removes his mask. Three down, three to go.

Jack drops a gas canister and PHUFF! Enveloped by a cloud of smoke, the
guards are instantly disorientated by the thick mist.

POW! WHA! A blurred ballet of lethal moves as hand and feet pop out from
the cloud knocking out the remaining guards. Bruce Lee on Viagra. The video
continues --
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                  ADMIRAL LEONARD WELLS (V.O.)
            -- when your more than adequate fees will
            be deposited to your accounts on
            verification and confirmation of the
            president's death --

The smoke dissipates through the CATALEPTIC GROANS of the   fallen security
faction. Jack FLINGS the yo-yo accessory upwards which      hooks in to the
ceiling. Using the wire as a pendulum, he swings across     the room –- but
the door automatically SLAMS shut, knocking him to the      floor.

A new image appears on screen --

                             FINCHER
            Damian Ice aka Jack Knight. Son of
            legendary pilot returns to avenge his
            father's death. Right story, wrong
            headline. You would have had me fooled with
            that disguise of yours had it not been for
            that incessant give-away.
               (mockingly pops match in his mouth)
            Shame. You should have left that family
            habit where it belonged... in the grave
            with your father. I hope you had children
            Jack, otherwise this is where the family
            legacy ends. Knight, Knight.

Jack has been busy stumbling around trying to locate an exit, but just
as Fincher finishes his speech -– the room is gassed. Jack passes out.


INT. INTERROGATION ROOM

CAMERA MOVES UP the back of a chair where a woman is seated –- bound and
gagged. We assume this is Marina. Hidden behind their masks, two
gravel-voiced THUGS torment the captive.

                              THUG #1
            Listen lady, this ain't no good cop, bad cop
            deal. Because we ain't no cops. We're two
            bad motherfuckers and we only get paid
            based on the information we extract from
            you. So unless you enjoy eating lead for
            dinner, I suggest you start talking.

The thug removes the gag but the woman remains silent.

                              THUG #2
            You may think you're some tough cookie -
            cookie, but we will break you and all you're
            doing is wasting our time and our time is
            precious. So I'm going to give you until the
            count to three, and unless you decide to
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             tell us what we want to know, well then this
             game is over. One...

                              THUG #1
             What are you doing?

                               THUG #2
             Two!

                              THUG #1
             We agreed, no ultimatums!

                               THUG #2
             Three!

Finger PUMPING the second thug fires his Casull Revolver into her chest.
Why miss the action: his partner joins him, unloading metal. Short, sharp
and fast blasts –- immensely powerful. Gun smoke thickens the room as empty
shells bounce off the floor like dice.

The chair falls back and crashes to the ground rocking on its side. The
door opens. The men stand to attention.

                                 FELIX
             So I bust my balls to get you these training
             simulations and this is how you jerk me off?

The TWO THUGS (SOLDIERS) break into uncontrollable laughter.

                          FELIX (cont'd)
             Help her up for chrissakes!

They untie the hostage and help her to her feet. The woman is also a soldier,
equally amused by the whole episode.

                           FELIX (cont'd)
             Listen up, intel just in. Confirmation and
             schematics have been received detailing
             Fincher's operations at the tournament.
             Arrest warrants have been issued for
             General Thomas Fincher and Admiral Leonard
             Wells -- previously thought to be dead by
             the state and whereabouts unknown. All
             relevant agencies have been notified and
             are standing by for further instruction.

                           WOMAN SOLDIER
             What kind of instruction?

                                FELIX
             We're currently awaiting authorisation to
             wage a fully loaded D-Con five assault upon
             the enemy target. The General would appear
             to be up to his old tricks and building
             unsanctioned warplanes.
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                             THUG #1
            Why are we going in so heavy-handed sir?

                               FELIX
            Because you haven't seen what he's built...

Felix looks down at his broadpad showing an infra-red of the SS2.


                                                          CUT TO:


EXT. RACEWAY – STARTING GRID - DAY

The HOLLER of nitrogen engines.

Super: Racetech Championship, Final Day

Jack awakes from his drug induced sleep sitting in Knightshade. All systems
are on. In his rear sights Tyler in Grand Delusion is tucked in behind
him.

Tyler looks worn, ragged -– like a chronic insomniac off his medication.
Jack tries to contact him on the ICS LINK. The screen blinks: ACCESS DENIED.
He tries to open the electronic lock on his canopy instead but is STUNG
by a sharp electric shock.

Jack surveys the starting line-up to see he is way down the field. The
Snow Boa in pole position has tinted windows. The spectators are unaware
of the house robot in its drivers seat. Cars edge -- eager to break away.

Looking up at the packed arena, Jack sees that Eddie Sterling and his boys
are being held by Fincher's men. Fincher smirks.

A quick assessment as a heavy-headed Jack digests all the information and
computes the scenario -- things look not good. The dying seconds as the
clock expires for the last time...

TICK, TICK, BOOM!

A spark and the Snow Boa EXPLODES. The cars SKITTLE away down the pit
straight avoiding the FLYING DEBRIS.

Jack does not have time to react and is RAMMED from behind by Grand Delusion
-- shrapnel SPLINTERING off his fuselage. Jack refocuses -– hits the gas.

A succession of manoeuvres pulls Knightshade up through the tail-end of
the field. There is a snag though –- his nitro-thrusters will not fire
allowing Grand Delusion to stick to him like glue.


INT. / EXT. KNIGHTSHADE
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On the second lap, Knightshade passes the digital placard stating: WEAPONS
ARMED.

The turret mounted water jets extend from the chassis and take aim at the
looming presence of Grand Delusion. Target on screen, Jack fires. Nothing
happens. The screen flashes: WEAPON SYSTEM FAILURE.

                              JACK
            Surprise, surprise.

Grand Delusion cloaks itself.


EXT. RACEWAY – SECOND LAP

Enjoying the spectacle like a Roman emperor, Fincher sneers at Jack's
demise.

Jack fights to keep control of Knightshade as it SLIPS, SLIDES AND SKIDS
–- blind to attack and being nudged and unsettled by the invisible
Delusion.

The race pans out leaving only hunter and hunted left to battle on a clear
stretch of track.


EXT. RACEWAY - BURELLO SWING

Through this high meandering sector of the course, Jack finds it difficult
to stave off Tyler's increasingly vicious wave of attacks. DENTS and CRACKS
appear aplenty as the chassis is put through the immense stresses of
twenty-second century racing.

Jack re-calibrates, diverting power to speed transmission. Knight- shade
gathers pace and momentum.


EXT. RACEWAY - SIERRA FALLS

Tyler de-cloaks to return power to his transmission. The track narrows
to a lane. Knowing he is in a no-win scenario Jack has an idea --

SLAMMING the anti-inertia brakes and spinning the car across the track
Jack blocks off the route to all oncoming cars. With Grand Delusion
following in close pursuit, impact is inevitable. Correction -- impact
is imminent! Jack whacks the emergency release button and his (ejector)
seat ROCKETS skywards. In the following split-second -- Jack pulls out
a MAC-45 Machine Pistol from under his seat, releases his belt and JUMPS
from the rising jet-pack nodule.

SHEEOW-BANG! Grand Delusion slices through Knightshade, cutting it in half
and BLAM! The fuselage IGNITES generating an EPIC FIREBALL. Grand Delusion
rolls through the blast radius.
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CLICK-CA-CHING-CLICK! Jack blasts the canopy on Grand Delusion with his
pistol -- CRASHING through and landing behind Tyler's seat.

With little space to move, Jack grabs Tyler by the neck. The eyes are back
-– Jack is in THE ZONE.

                                JACK
              One of Fincher's men all along you son of
              a bitch!

                                TYLER
              Marina's been kidnapped -- I'm being
              blackmailed.

                                JACK
              Marina's dead!

                                TYLER
              She wasn't in the car that exploded.

Jack turns to see that the other cars are catching up.

                                JACK
              You better not be lying to me.

                                TYLER
              And what about you Iceman?

Jack removes his glasses.

                           TYLER (cont'd)
              Jack?

                                JACK
              Drive.


EXT. GRANDSTAND

Fincher sees what is unfolding on the big screen. A SENIOR GUARD leans
forward and Fincher has a quiet word in his ear --

                               FINCHER
              Send out the race marshals. Blow them off
              the track.


INT. HANGAR

A projection inside Liz's glasses guides her through the lair. Guards are
few and far between and are easily evaded.

Fully automated (robotic) crane arms install the last consignment of MIRV
missiles into the SS2 munitions loading bays. The delicacy of the liquid
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inside the transparent warheads carries all the hallmarks one associates
with thermonuclear activity.

Liz installs a series of micro-bombs around the hangar and office
corridors.


INT. OFFICE

Gagged and bound to a chair in just her underwear, Bombay Lau hovers over
a fearful Marina.

With a look of incestuous perversity, Lau slowly gets down on his knees
and removes one of Marina's feet from their shackles. Placing her
soft-skinned sole onto his shoulder –- he rubs his cheek against her foot
and closes his eyes. Pure ecstasy for one -- sheer terror for the other.

With a limb free, Marina realises this may be her only chance of escape.
Rubbing and teasing her ankle and toes back and forth over Lau's euphoric
face, Marina suddenly pulls her leg back and KWHACK! Kicks Lau precise
in the jaw with the heel of her foot. He falls back -– knocked out cold.

She wriggles out of her mouth gag and screams for help.


INT. CORRIDOR

Having placed and set two more bombs, Liz hears muffled screams from behind
a nearby door. She ventures in --


INT. OFFICE

                               MARINA
              Liz, untie me quick!

                                 LIZ
              What happened?

                                MARINA
              We don' have much time. He about to wake up
              --

Having loosened Marina's shackles, bar one leg -- Liz turns to see Lau
stirring on the ground. She goes over to kick him across the face to keep
him down -– but with quick REFLEX HANDS he catches her leg before impact
–- wrenching Liz to the ground.

With her free leg, Liz SWEEP-KICKS Lau across the face. He flinches
impassively.

Liz spreads her legs wide open and rapidly brings them together. The
momentum of the motion makes her SPIN on the ground like a breakdancer
-– locking Lau's arm in between her legs. With a BACKWARD FLIP she rolls
into an upright position –- ready to fight.
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Lau places a finger tip to the ground and FLICKS his entire body-weight
vertical. Nifty move.

Still shackled to the chair -- Marina KICKS out hoping the metallic framed
object may inflict some damage upon their attacker. Lau is too quick though
-- knocking the chair to the ground. With her free leg, Marina launches
an AERIAL ROUND HOUSE -– pinpointing Lau's chest and PINGING him across
the room.

Liz grabs Marina's arm and drags her (and attached chair) towards the door.
Retrieving himself -- Lau SOMERSAULTS over and SIDE-SWEEPS the chair (and
hence Marina) pulling them both back inside.

Attempted escape having failed, Liz is left no option but to assume a
fighting stance. Lau smiles -– hand-to-hand combat being his forte.
UNLEASHING his raw power in a torrent of abuse -- Liz is punished by the
grave and severe onslaught; back-pedalling -- defensive all the way.

Marina releases the shackle as Liz hits the deck. She helps her to her
feet. Liz breathes hard as they face the fervent savage for a second round.

                                 LIZ
            He's good.

                             MARINA
            And angry. Let's run.

                                 LIZ
            He'll catch us.

                                MARINA
            What shall we do?

Lau removes his shirt and flexes his steroid saturated torso. The girls
look uneasily at one another.


EXT. RACEWAY

We ride with an all-black race marshal's car. From behind, another two
race-marshals appear from either side of the lead car. The front car
accelerates away.


INT. GRAND DELUSION

Jack shuffles and gets more comfortable in the narrow gap behind the
driver's seat. Tyler looks up at one of the giant spectator screens --

                              TYLER
            We got marshals on the track.

                                JACK
                       (raising his handgun)
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              You drive, I'll cover.

Tyler zips away.


EXT. RACEWAY

The first marshal catches up. A front panel flips forward revealing a line
of missiles. The driver looks down at his screen trying to engage a missile
lock on Grand Delusion which slides from left to right.

Weapon in hand, Jack tries to shoot at the car but is thrown from
side-to-side -- Tyler SWERVING WILDLY to avoid the missile lock. Jack
remains calm, looking through his sights waiting for the perfect moment
to fire. When he has a clean shot, he pulls the trigger only once --


EXT. MARSHAL'S CAR

We RIDE with the bullet as it hits a bolt on the wing of the car. The bolt
PINGS off. The driver looks down at the wing.

SUDDENLY -– the whole wing RIPS UPWARDS, and the drag FORCES the car to
FLIP HIGH UP into the air before a TUMULTUOUS CRASH brings it back down
to earth.

A second marshal speeds under whilst the car is suspended to take up the
chase.


INT. OFFICE

We join the girls in the throes of battle. Liz attacks with flying fists
(SLICES, CUTS, PUNCHES, CHOPS) whilst Marina strikes at Lau's lower body
(KICKS, SWEEPS, ROUNDHOUSES).

A super-fit fighter -- Lau only lets one or two shots penetrate his
fortified defences. For all their efforts to swap positions and vary the
attack -- Lau fends them off easily and every time.

Crushed and beaten -- Lau throws them into the corner of the room. He looks
ready to finish the job --

                               MARINA
              What are we going to do?

                                 LIZ
              If this doesn’t work, then I don’t know.

                               MARINA
              If what doesn't work?

As Lau looms ominously near, Liz conjures up her final ounce of strength
and leaps to her feet. She extends her arm and SLAPS him across the face
-– but this is a THOUSAND HAND SLAP and it is over in a flash!
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Lau stands gazing at her for a moment –- before the bulk of his frame comes
crashing to the ground; TEETH SPLAYING out everywhere.

                             MARINA
            Why didn't you do that earlier?

                               LIZ
            Because this happens --
              (she holds up a dislocated dead hand)
            Let's get out of here.

Liz removes an MP5 portable machine handgun from his pocket. They exit.


INT. CORRIDOR

The girls stumble into the corridor when the coast is clear. Liz takes
out her shortpad.

                             MARINA
            Which way do we get out?

The shortpad reads: TIME TO DETONATION, 2 MINUTES 24 SECONDS. Liz ponders.


EXT. RACEWAY

The second marshal launches a LAW rocket at Grand Delusion. Through a
half-pipe -- Tyler is able to swing the car round the tube and away from
the oncoming path of the projectile.


EXT. RACEWAY - CANYON LEAP

Nitros flaring -- Grand Delusion arcs high over a gorge so deep it appears
to descend into oblivion. Jack looks back and takes aim.

As the second marshal lifts off; Jack spots a row of exposed LAW rockets
on the underbelly of the marshal's car and fires -– KABOOM!

A shower of sparks as the car EXPLODES over the gap.


INT. GRAND DELUSION

                                JACK
            How many showing?

                               TYLER
                          (views screens)
            Three more.

                               JACK
                           (taking aim)
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              Piece of cake.


EXT. GRANDSTAND

The crowds boo and jeer; leaving in disgust as the championship
disintegrates into anarchy. Fincher watches the screen to see Grand
Delusion blow the last of the marshals off the track.

                               FINCHER
                            (to Jessica)
              Send for the SS2.


INT. SAFINA JET

The control panel lights up and the plane moves forward -- unmanned.


INT. HANGAR

TIGHT on a micro-bomb counting down the last few seconds to detonation
--


EXT. CANYON

BLAMMO! We WIDEN to reveal a COSMIC EXPLOSION from the clandestine hangar
below the Phoenix Complex. The Safina jump-jet flies out and away from
the MUSHROOMING blast zone.


EXT. GRANDSTAND

The spectator stands go wild with hysteria on hearing what sounds like
a canyon DEPTH-CHARGE exploding.

The Safina jet flies towards the stand generating even more havoc and fear
within the unknowing crowds. As the jet hovers -- a walkway extends from
the grandstand and Fincher steps aboard.


EXT. MILITARY BASE - DESERT

Smoke and dust swirl by the rotor-wash as Felix and his team step onto
a military helicopter. The super-chopper takes off to reveal an entire
armada of them already airbound -- covering the skyline like a flock of
seagulls. The BELL 607 choppers are armed to the nines and stealth like
in appearance.


EXT. SAFINA JET (SS2)

Fincher and Jessica are at the controls. The plane rises –- changing shape
into its real guise and bullets away from the grandstand.
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INT. GRAND DELUSION

                               TYLER
            We haven’t got a hope in hell of out running
            that thing.

                               JACK
            Cloak the car and get as high up the Canyon
            as you can.


EXT. RACEWAY

An arsenal of missile and rockets are dropped from the SS2 destroying
everything from race-cars to the track itself.


INT. SS2

                             FINCHER
            Come out, come out, wherever you are --


EXT. RACEWAY

Cluster bombs are released. They drop towards the track that Grand Delusion
is fast approaching.


INT. GRAND DELUSION

                              JACK
            Get out of here, go, go, go!

Tyler disengages the cloaking mechanism and floors the car.

SCHNIGGG-POP-POP-POP-POP! As the cluster bombs detonate one after another
behind them, Tyler out-runs the blast radius and the falling track. They
have escaped –- but now they are uncloaked and exposed.


EXT. RACEWAY

Having spotted Grand Delusion -- Fincher flies forward to another leap
segment of track in the direction the car is heading. As the SS2 hovers
-- it OBLITERATES the segment of track by creating a hole of VOLCANIC
proportions.


INT. GRAND DELUSION

Incoming on the ICS LINK --
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                              FINCHER
                            (on screen)
            You disappoint me gentlemen. What fun and
            games are to be had if you make yourselves
            so easy to find? Still, I’d be impressed if
            you could make the quantum leap ahead of
            you. I made the gap a little wider to make
            the challenge that much more interesting.

TYLER'S POV -- in the distance the track has been bombed with a leap that
the car cannot possibly make.

                              JACK
            You call that a challenge? A challenge
            would be hiding a secret spy plane that
            doesn’t seem to be so secret anymore.

The comment riles Fincher. Screen off.


INT. SS2

Fincher places a missile lock on the moving car. He is about to fire when
--


EXT. SKY

The other two SS2s suddenly appear behind Fincher's plane.


INT. MARINA'S SS2

                               MARINA
            Hola, General!

Marina fires a rocket. Liz (in the other SS2) dives away.


EXT. SKY

Fincher dives -- depressing the trigger and releasing the missile.
Marina's rocket whizzes past -- clipping the tail fin of Fincher's plane.
Temporarily out of control -- Fincher struggles to regain stability.


EXT. RACEWAY

BOOM! Fincher's missile hits the oncoming track in front of Grand Delusion.
A SOLENOID SCREECH -- Tyler locks the brakes.

Tyler and Jack sit still as the track RIPPLES away in front of them.

VWHOOSH! The car plummets with the falling track.
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EXT. GRAND DELUSION

Tyler hits the emergency release and EJECTS. Jack holds onto the back of
the seat as it rises. The jet FIRES-UP. Tyler releases himself from his
safety belt and turns to help Jack. Jack is slipping --

                               JACK
            I can't hold on.

                              TYLER
            Just hang in there!


EXT. SKY

Jack lets go. Tyler follows him grabbing the belt as he leaps. Swinging
through the air -- Tyler GRABS Jack.

The exertion and swing of the belt causes the ejector seat to TURN with
the counter-balance.

Tyler lets go of the belt and they both free-fall --

                           TYLER & JACK
            Ahhhhh!


INT. / EXT. LIZ'S SS2

Tyler and Jack fall through the open canopy and hit the cockpit deck.

                               LIZ
            Happy to see me?

                           TYLER & JACK
            GO!

Liz JOLTS the plane awkwardly forward, just as the jet pack plummets
through the airspace where they had been hovering. Jack looks up from the
cockpit floor.

                              JACK
            What happened to your hand?


EXT. SKY

Marina pursues Fincher -- matching him move for move.

Fincher ducks in between the smaller canyons -- twisting sideways and
flying dangerously close to the canyon walls. Marina stays right on his
tail -- slowly gaining.

As Fincher SAILS UPWARDS; Marina fixes a missile lock on him. She shoots.
                                                                       118




Fincher HITS the airbrakes and both the missile and Marina's SS2 fly-by.
Fincher returns fire –- pinpointing the absconded missile and Marina's
SS2 in two shots.

The tail end of Marina's plane BURNS into a BRIGHT BALL of white lightning.
Marina ejects. The fuselage sparks and then the entire plane finally
EXPLODES.

Her jet-pack fails to fire. She presses an emergency button below the seat.
Still nothing. The catapulted seat finally slows before it begins its
decent to earth.


INT. LIZ'S SS2

POV of the explosion.

                                JACK
            Buckle up!

                               TYLER
                          (securing belt)
            Go!

Jack overturns the plane. Tyler ejects. Like a rocketeer -- jet-pack
FIRING, he accelerates in a diagonally downward motion.


EXT. SKY

Marina releases herself from her jet-pack which falls by her wayside. She
fast approaches the canyon floor, rapidly losing height.

800 feet, 500 feet, 200 feet, 100 feet...

Tyler SWOOPS in like a caped super-hero and SCOOPS Marina into his arms.
The downward inertia makes him skim the surface of the Colorado river
below.

Out of danger, Marina holds Tyler tightly around the shoulders –-
affectionate. Tyler ascends the canyon.


INT. LIZ'S SS2

Jack hits the supercruise.

                              JACK
            Let's see what this baby's got.


EXT. SKY
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Fincher STREAKS across the sky with Jack close behind. Throttle pushed
forward, Fincher shows all his tricks –- banking hard right and left,
aileron rolls. Jack stays with him.

Fincher turns the attack around, making impossible acute angle turns.
Caught in a HAILSTORM of CANNON FIRE, Jack goes vertical.

The plane yaws from side-to-side -- dodging the tracer fire. Jack puts
on an advanced clinic in aerial acrobatics –- banking , diving, swerving.

Arcing upwards and dropping the plane hard down and away, Jack turns the
dogfight around again to his favour.

Fincher drops a series of FLOAT BOMBS through the air. Jack weaves through
the aerial minefield deploying counter-measures.

POP-POP-POP! A CHAIN REACTION of exploding bombs, showering the sky. Jack
races through the FIREWALL.


INT. LIZ'S SS2

Afterburner disengaged: Jack frantically scans the sky.

                                JACK
            Can you see him?

                               LIZ
            Negative, I lost him --

From three o'clock high -– the enemy SS2's nose-cone POUNCES down, breaking
off Jack's tail-fin. The shock sends a ferocious SHUDDER through the
aircraft.


INT. LIZ'S SS2

                               LIZ
            The systems are crashing!

                               JACK
            Get the retro-stabilisers and rockets back
            online!

                                LIZ
            I'm trying.


EXT. SKY

Fincher SAILS UPWARDS and turns to SWOOP in again. At impact point -–Jack
banks a HARD RIGHT, SHATTERING into Fincher's wing with the sideways
thrust. Fincher's SS2 is knocked into a wingless spin.

Wing down, Fincher ejects.
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INT. LIZ'S SS2

The plane pitches wildly out of control.

                              JACK
            Enjoy the flight, General!

Jack grabs Liz, SLAMS the stick forward and presses the emergency release.
They SHOOT skywards in the ejector seat.


EXT. SKY

The SS2 suddenly BUCKAROOS and KICKS FORWARD. The enormous twin jet
exhausts glow red as the plane yaws on an unstable plane.

                              FINCHER
            Ahhhhhhhhhhh!

At breakneck speed, the nose cone IMPALES Fincher's jet-pack -– CRUSHING
every bone in his body and pinning him with the G-force. Eyes streaming
-– his facial muscles are stretched to tearing point by the incredible
turbulence. Suddenly Fincher's runaway SS2 comes into sight. Collision
is imminent.

K-K-K-KABOOM! An occult blast as the planes EXPLODE. The nuclear firepower
sends the BLAST NOVA -– mushrooming into an EXPANDING BALL OF LIGHT. The
planes fragment into a thousand tiny pieces.


EXT. CANYON RIDGE

Jack lands the jet-pack. In the b.g. the debris from the nuclear fall-out
lights up the sky like shooting stars. A sight both terrifying and
beautiful.

Tyler and Marina are locked in an embrace, kissing.

                              JACK
            You missed all the action.

                             MARINA
                   (keeping her eyes on Tyler)
            No we did no.

                               LIZ
            What do you say Lieutenant, mission
            accomplished?

                              JACK
            Mission most definitely accomplished.

                              MARINA
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            So wha' happen to all the back-up?

The fleet of military choppers can be seen approaching in the b.g.


INT. MILITARY CHOPPER

                              PILOT
            They're down there sir.

                               FELIX
            I have a strange feeling we may be slightly
            late. Have the site secured.


EXT. CANYON RIDGE

                             MARINA
            Wha' they going to do now?

                               JACK
            They're coming to do what every good marine
            was trained for.

                              TYLER
            They're coming to clean up the mess.

Jack and Tyler exchange a knowing smile to one another. Tyler turns and
gives Marina another kiss on the lips. Jack pops a match-stick in his mouth.
Liz looks at him. He snaps it in half and gives her the other. She rests
her head in his chest.

We WIDEN to reveal the canyon landscape. Black smoke as fires blaze on
the track. The last remnants of the aerial explosion. The military muscle
flying towards us. And lastly, our heroes basking in the sun.


                                                          CUT TO:


EXT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE – VENTURA - DAY

We PAN ACROSS the grounds to the east wing.


INT. CORRIDOR

The vice president lags behind Leonard Wells as they march down a corridor.
Wells using the signature golf club (an upside down putter) as a walking
stick. Security men flank them on either side.

                             LEONARD
            And you say you had him checked out?

                              SANTINI
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                          (looking nervous)
              He defected from CIA middle-eastern ops
              five years ago. Since then counter
              intelligence have had him linked to at
              least twelve cases of espionage and
              cyber-terrorism.

                               LEONARD
              And operation Phoenix?

                               SANTINI
              He's hacked level one access to the
              military intelligence database and says he
              can delete all file systems linking
              operation Phoenix with the corporation.

                               LEONARD
              What does he need?

                               SANTINI
              Unrestricted access to our source files and
              he doesn't come cheap either.

                               LEONARD
              You think he can save us.

                                SANTINI
                                 (nods)
              He's in here.

                               LEONARD
              Then let's meet him.

Santini opens a door.

INT. OFFICE

An office decorated by oily teak furniture of a bygone era. With his back
to us, a man in shades and a traditional middle-eastern robe looks out
at the views over Ventura Harbour.

                               SANTINI
              Morgan Ishmail. May I introduce you to
              Admiral Leonard Wells -- the president of
              Magna corporation.

The tanned and moustached gentleman finally turns round –- chewing on a
match-stick.

                                JACK
              It's an honour to finally meet you -–
              admiral...

                              THE END

				
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