STEALING SECRETS – ICHIGO RAIN
Original Screen Story by Brian Sanborn
TITLE SEQUENCE ON BLACK, SOME WORDS
Spies are a key element in warfare, on them depends an army’s every move – Sun Tzu, The Art of War
PHILIPPINES, A MIDNIGHT CLOUDY SKY –
The distant THRUM of helicopter rotors, growing louder by the second, cuts through into the open – low level with lights out, the small black chopper dodges trees, skims a river, climbs parallel to the side of a hill…
THE COCKPIT –
PILOT and PASSENGER, black flight suits, helmets, their visors down.
The pilot turns to the passenger…
Doors open – passenger nods, gets ready to jump…
REMOTE LANDSCAPE CLEARING –
Dark wavering grass, the chopper hovers like a humming bird – the passenger drops like a feather, lands on their haunches, with noticeable grace…
THE CHOPPER –
rises back thru the night sky – disappears – its sound fading to nothing in an instant…
ON THE PASSENGER-
Rising from the ground, surveying their surroundings with hawk-like precision.
They remove their helmet – and long black hair flies free…
This is ICHIGO RAIN – female, beautiful, physically perfect and highly sophisticated.
She stares intently, dark almond eyes glancing right to left and then dead ahead into the distance…
Keeping low across the terrain, Ichigo runs nimble and lithely blending into the darkness towards the city, undoing her flight suit as she goes…
TITLES END AND WE ARE LITERALLY BLASTED INTO THE NEXT SCENE…
EXT. MANILA STREETS – DAY
AN EAR-SPLITTING EXPLOSION
PEOPLE running, SCREAMING, panic-stricken, fleeing in all direction…
WE’RE RIGHT IN THE MIX, RUNNING – URGENT, DETERMINED, INTO THE CROWDED MAYHEM
There ahead A BLACK LIMOUSINE parked outside the BUILDING SITE for a NEW SCHOOL
Alert BODYGUARDS, black suits and shades, ear-pieces hot with commands, stand by the open vehicle doors weapons raised
WE PAUSE, TO OBSERVE –
SHOTS RING OUT, SNIPER FIRE
THE BODYGUARDS – picked off rapidly, expertly, one-by-one
A SUITED WOMAN – US AMBASSADOR to the Philippines – can bear it no longer, escapes from the vehicle as it comes under HEAVY fire, fear etched on her features
But she’s all at sea, a sitting duck
THERE’S NO OPTION BUT TO RUN
A SHOT rings out – pings off the limo roof
NO TIME TO LOSE –
The Ambassador sets off INSTINCTIVELY, WE FOLLOW –
THE AMBASSADOR – aims for the cover of the buildings 100 yards away across the road –
SHOTS HIT THE DUSTY GROUND AROUND HER AS SHE RUNS
The Ambassador zig-zags, doing her best to make it hard for the snipers
LUCK IS ON HER SIDE, IT WORKS
ROOFTOP SNIPER POV
THE AMBASSADOR IN THE SHOOTERS SIGHT – BUT HARD TO PIN DOWN
ONE SHOT, TWO, THREE – ALL MISS AND THUD INTO THE GROUND AROUND HER THEN OUT OF NOWHERE BEHIND THE AMBASSADOR…
A SUICIDE BOMBER LEGGING IT STRAIGHT FOR THE US DIGNITARY AND THE BUILDINGS BEYOND BUT THE BOMBER DOESN’T LAST LONG
A SHOT TO THE HEAD FLOORS THE TERRORIST FOR GOOD –
WE GLANCE TO OUR RIGHT FROM A BALCONY, AN ALLY – “CHANCY” – IN BODY ARMOR WITH WEAPONRY HE GLANCES AT US…
Hey, glad you could make the party buddy! Howz it going down there?
Getting a bit too rowdy for my liking…I hate punk rock…time to change the tune…
BUT IT’S NOT US THAT DOES THE CHANGING
THERE’S AN ALMIGHTY EXPLOSION WHERE THE BOMBER FELL SANDY SOIL CLOUDS THE SCREEN FOR A MOMENT, EVERYTHING COMES TO A STOP
THE AMBASSADOR STOPS IN HER TRACKS
CHANCY LOOKS DOWN AT US
THE SNIPER IS DISORIENTED
IT BUYS US TIME…
ZOOM IN THROUGH THE DUST – THE MAN WE HAVE BEEN – PATRICK DOMINGO – SMOOTH, TONED, FIT –
HE SCANS THE SURROUNDINGS –
FINDS THE SNIPER
Two o’clock. Hammer time!
CHANCY CLOCKS THE SNIPER THROUGH THE CASCADING SAND GIVES HIM ALL HE’S GOT WITH HIS 18-ROUND 9MM…
THE SNIPER TAKES COVER, BUT IN DOING SO SHOWS HIMSELF TO PATRICK
ON PATRICK, IN POSITION, LEGS SPLAYED, BOTH HANDS GRASPING HIS HOGLEG .44 CALIBER S&W MODEL 29 WITH 8” BARREL…
Okay Mister gatecrashing Sniper, time for you to leave…
TWO SHOTS – AND PATRICK NAILS THE SNIPER IN THE HEAD AND CHEST
ON CHANCY – HOLLERS WITH DELIGHT
BUT PATRICK ISN’T HANGING AROUND – HE’S ALREADY IN MOTION, BY THE AMBASSADOR’S SIDE IN SECONDS AND IS WHISKING HER OFF HER FEET INTO A FIREMAN’S LIFT…
Pardon me m’am – Patrick Domingo, National Guard – let’s get you out of here…
Oh my god, thank you, thank you…
AND PATRICK’S AWAY, CARRYING THE AMBASSADOR ACROSS HIS SHOULDER BUT AS THEY EMERGE THROUGH THE DUST CLOUD –
THEY COME FACE TO FACE WITH ANOTHER BOMBER…
I’m on it buddy…
Patrick spins to his left, sets off, as fast as he can. The Ambassador looks up, sees the Bomber chasing them…
Oh my god!
Come on, come on, where’s that sweet music DJ…?
I’m nearly out of songs buddy…but here comes my unchained melody…
ON CHANCY AS HE TAKES AIM AND FIRES AND THE SECOND BOMBER IS HIT IN THE BACK OF THE THIGH IT’S ENOUGH TO STOP HIM IN HIS TRACKS…
ON CHANCY –
There you go, I saved the last dance for you…
Ahh, I love you man…
THE SECOND BOMBER EXPLODES
AND SENDS PATRICK AND THE AMBASSADOR FLYING THROUGH THE AIR…
Patrick lands in the dirt, the Ambassador safely on top of him but unconscious
A throng of panicking villagers scream and flee in all directions – some are lying on the ground nearby…
VOICES OF AUTHORITY – shouting to bring order to chaos
PATRICK’S FACE – bloodied, dirtied, his clothes torn and smoking
His police badge hangs loose from its chain, his pistol on the ground – nails and blood scattered over his face and clothes…
Bloody human remains are falling from the sky all around – smoke streams from his mouth when he exhales…
Blinking, he rises to the sound of his ears ringing and tries to take in the carnage around him – a lower torso a few meters away…
CHANCY IN HIS EAR, IS DISTORTED…
Patrick? Patrick? You there?
Patrick absently reaches to tug a nail from his arm, looks at it blankly then tosses it aside…
Patrick gazes around, sees the Ambassador lying motionless on the ground…
His gaze falls again on the crowd and centers on one man in particular – the only one who is not fleeing, hand on cell phone…
His name is JUNAID – he is one of them
LOCKED GAZE with Patrick, faint imprint of a pistol in the pocket of his linen pants –
Junaid decides to leave just as Patrick rises unsteadily to his feet…
Okay man, stay there, they’re on their way…
Patrick takes a few steps forward, tugs out another nail from his leg, not glancing at it this time as he starts to run towards the other man…
ON CHANCY – SEES PATRICK RUNNING AWAY FROM THE BUILDINGS
Hey dude, where ya going? Which part of stay where you are didn’t you understand?
Patrick doesn’t answer
ONTO THE STREETS…
Junaid turns, sees Patrick on his tail, kicks into a sprint, Patrick in a shambling run giving chase through the crowd, his pistol waving erratically
A SHOT – an innocent bystander near Patrick crumples
JUNAID – tall, lean and dark, bearded with penetrating eyes sprints at top speed
Patrick in trail but not nearly as fast limps with obvious injuries
A PASSING TRUCK…
Patrick scrambles aboard, climbs on top, the truck quickly makes ground on Junaid
They lock eyes again – before Junaid takes a sharp turn
DOWN AN ALLEY
Patrick leaps and tumbles from the truck, takes off in pursuit and emerges into…
PORT AREA –
stacked high with shipping containers – ships horns, moving cranes…
Patrick dashes out into the open but sees no sign of Junaid
A group of DOCKWORKERS are in conversation nearby
Patrick shouts to ask them where the man ran, but he is still deaf, his voice nearly unintelligible
Where’d he go! The running man! Which way?
But the dock workers only see that Patrick looks angry, is covered in blood and is gesturing with a gun – they just stand there, too flabbergasted to reply
Hits the ground next to Patrick – the workers scatter – and Patrick is running at top speed now towards the dockyard cranes
ANOTHER SHOT – but Patrick does not dodge for cover
The great engines of the crane roar to life -Junaid clambers on a crane arm, scrabbles to the end
The crane approaches shipping containers – Junaid steps out, lands on a container, stands in triumph taunting Patrick, the crane arm swinging away…
Undaunted, Patrick is atop the crane arm, takes careful aim
Both guns fire simultaneously
Junaid stands grinning in smug triumph – for an instant – a third SHOT rings out
Junaid looks down at the growing blood-stain in his side, crumples and face-plants on the roof of the container
Patrick sits atop the arm, winded and bleeding
HIS RADIO CHIRPS
Yo, buddy? Do you copy? Where are you?
Making friends in high places.
CHANCY (relieved laughter)
Ha, should have known…
CHANCY WITH THE AMBASSADOR
MEDICS are tending to the lady who is stunned but grateful to be alive
The ambassador wants to thank you, in person. Says what you just did was…incredible.
The Ambassador nods her head, shocked, bewildered…
Need an ambulance, and backup at the city docks. Ask them to bring a bottle of water – or a whiskey.
Okay man, hang in there…
BACK WITH PATRICK
His vision becomes unfocused, the world starts to spin. The wounds from the explosion and the bullet have been soaking blood into his clothes – he is now flopped on his back His cell phone rings. He answers
Where ARE you? It’s past five, and dinner is ready.
Coming as fast as I can, darling, darling girl. I haven’t forgotten, I just had some unexpected things pop up is all. Really, I’m getting dressed right now. I’m hopping in my car. Hear me driving? I’m driving. I love you so much Baby. I really, really do…
Am worried Mister Man. Will you be long? I love you sweetheart. Always will.
Aching to come home baby, aching…
His phone falls from leaden hands and spins to the ground below.
He spots another nail, sticking out of his chest. He tugs it free.
He tries to focus on it with leaden eyes as it falls to the ground next to the phone Patrick lies motionless on the crane arm…