분야
hwp모
by
Corey Mandell
FADE IN:
EXT. MANHATTAN - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Freezing wind shutters through the shadows. Relentless
darkness. No sign of life, save for --
The SOUND of determined footsteps.
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INT. HIGH RISE APARTMENT BUILDING - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
The doorman at his post flipping through a magazine, rap
music pounding from his radio.
Glass suddenly shatters as a gloved hand punches through
the window, reaching in, unlocking the front door.
Two men in dark suits blur inside. The doorman rushes to
stop them, only --
DEX, the taller of the two men, slams the barrel of his
gun into the doormans throat.
DEX
Life can be an illusion.
(low and deadly)
Sometimes we see what isnt there,
and sometimes we dont see what is
there.
The doorman, wide eyed with terror, nods his consent.
Dex removes the gun.
Doorman plants himself in the chair, eyes glued to his
magazine, making it clear he doesnt see the men as they
stroll into --
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INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS
Old fashioned steel box struggling its way up the shaft.
Fluorescent yellow light stabbing through the grating.
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INT. HALLWAY - MOMENT LATER
Dex slaps a small plastic strip on an apartment door as
both men turn away, shielding their eyes.
A blinding flash of light as the door is blown apart.
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INT. APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
The men rush inside and straight into --
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INT. BEDROOM
Candles flicker on the dresser. A syringe on the bedside
table, next to a sleeping figure curled up under the
sheets.
Both men starting to pull guns, but --
DEX
This ones personal.
Dexs partner shrugs, holsters his weapon and steps back
through the doorway, watching as --
Dex spins and fires.
Not the traditional booming gunfire, but rather the
strange sound of electronic hissing as laser-fire rips the
person to shreds.
Dex finally stops firing and moves to the bed to verify
the kill, only on close inspection he sees its not a
person.
Hes just blown the hell out of a MANNEQUIN.
Dex smiles, blows out the candle and heads out of the
room.
CUT TO:
INT. CHURCH - DUSK
A lone PRIEST lights the sacrament candles, the sound of
his breathing reverberating through the empty church.
He suddenly stops, snaps his head around --
A man in a wheelchair stares at him from the doorway.
The man is CHRISTOPH. Dark robes shroud his shriveled,
decaying body but his eyes still burn with life.
CHRISTOPH
(raspy voice which
labors to be heard)
May I trouble you with a confession?
Even in the flickering half-light of the candles, the
Priest can see that Christoph is dying.
PRIEST
Never a trouble.
The large statue of Jesus over the alter staring down as
the Priest leads Christoph into --
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INT. CONFESSIONAL BOOTH
Christophs voice is weak, knowing each word could be the
last.
CHRISTOPH
Forgive me Father, for I have
coveted.
PRIEST
What have you coveted?
CHRISTOPH
(anguished whisper)
Life.
A small smile of compassion escapes across the Priests
lips.
PRIEST
God gave us all the need for life.
And when the end begins to near, we
all crave more time. No sin.
CHRISTOPH
(hesitantly)
But theres what I would do for more
time.
PRIEST
What would you do --
A sharp hissing sound --
The laser burns through the confessional wall and straight
through the priests chest.
Face frozen in a listening pose as the body crumples to
death.
Christoph slowly lowers his weapon with a look of genuine
contrition.
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EXT. MANHATTAN - HELLS KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
Its the near future and the neighborhood is covered with
graffiti scrawled in machine code and billboards
projecting holographs advertising malt liquor and
pleasure-dipped cigarettes.
A slick-black JET COPTER drops silently from the sky.
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INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Pieces of advanced computer technology lie scattered about
the large work table. A small kitchen and bedroom in the
back.
Speakers pour in one of Handels aching melodies.
The music suddenly pierced by the shriek of a giant Bird
of Prey diving across the room.
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EXT. STREET - CONTINUOUS
A tight knot of bodyguards disgorge from the copter.
Tense eyes sweeping the street, they finally give the all-
clear signal.
HALDEN, a charismatic bull of a man, emerges from the
copter. He moves with the confidence of someone who knows
he cant be touched.
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INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
The sound of Handels concert mixes with the sound of
claws tearing apart flesh.
TANNER sits in the middle of the room. He is early
forties, athletic build, and a face that holds too many
memories.
His insomniac-stained eyes studying the Holographic Chess
Board as the knight mounted on the Bird of Prey slaughters
a pawn.
DISEMBODIED VOICE (O.S.)
Visitors.
Tanner snaps his attention to --
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INT. WALL SIZE MONITOR
Halden and his men head toward the warehouse.
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INT. WAREHOUSE
Tanners eyes harden at the sight of Halden. A long beat,
then he finally shakes his head in resigned disgust.
TANNER
Permit entry.
The sound of dead bolts automatically sliding open.
MOMENTS LATER
The bodyguards stand motionless in the corner, doing their
best to look like furniture.
Halden m
