STEALING SECRETS – ICHIGO RAIN

Screenplay by

Mitchel Wicking

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

FADE UP

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…

PILOT (Chinese)

In five…

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…

CITY LIGHTS…

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

PANDEMONIUM EVERYWHERE

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

CUT TO:

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…

CHANCY

Hey, glad you could make the party buddy! Howz it going down there?

US

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

PATRICK

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…

PATRICK (CONT’D)

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…

PATRICK (CONT’D)

Pardon me m’am – Patrick Domingo, National Guard – let’s get you out of here…

AMBASSADOR

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…

PATRICK

FUCK! Chancy!

CHANCY

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…

AMBASSADOR

Oh my god!

PATRICK

Come on, come on, where’s that sweet music DJ…?

CHANCY

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 –

CHANCY (CONT’D)

There you go, I saved the last dance for you…

PATRICK

Ahh, I love you man…

THEN BOOOOOOM

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

SMOKE EVERYWHERE…

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…

PATRICK (CONT’D)

(semi-conscious)

It’s…raining men…

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…

CHANCY

Patrick? Patrick? You there?

Patrick absently reaches to tug a nail from his arm, looks at it blankly then tosses it aside…

PATRICK

Yes…and no…

CHANCY

The Ambassador?

Patrick gazes around, sees the Ambassador lying motionless on the ground…

PATRICK

Need medics…

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…

CHANCY

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

CHANCY (CONT’D)

Hey dude, where ya going? Which part of stay where you are didn’t you understand?

Patrick doesn’t answer

CHANCY (CONT’D)

Aww hell…

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

PATRICK

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

A SHOT

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

CHANCY (OS)

Yo, buddy? Do you copy? Where are you?

PATRICK

Making friends in high places.

CHANCY (relieved laughter)

Ha, should have known…

CUT TO:

CHANCY WITH THE AMBASSADOR

MEDICS are tending to the lady who is stunned but grateful to be alive

CHANCY

The ambassador wants to thank you, in person. Says what you just did was…incredible.

The Ambassador nods her head, shocked, bewildered…

PATRICK (OS)

Need an ambulance, and backup at the city docks. Ask them to bring a bottle of water – or a whiskey.

CHANCY

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

ICHIGO (OS)

Where ARE you? It’s past five, and dinner is ready.

PATRICK

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…

ICHIGO (OS)

Am worried Mister Man. Will you be long? I love you sweetheart. Always will.

PATRICK

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…

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