Air Force One

FADE IN:

INT. C-130 HERCULES TURBO-PROP - NIGHT

Eighteen combat-ready special forces, wearing assault black,

jump packs and combat gear, stare down the deep end of a

greasy ramp into the night sky. Village lights flicker 19,000

feet below.

The STRIKE FORCE LEADER signals to his team.

Without a moment's hesitation, they dive into the darkness

and plummet toward earth.

EXT. MANSION - NIGHT

A military GUARD, old Soviet-style uniform, rounds the corner

of the large estate toting an AK-47.

A red laser dot appears briefly on his forehead and, after a

beat, the red dot seems to bleed. The Guard collapses dead.

Two other GUARDS are dispatched with single, silenced shots.

A Strike Team member at a junction box awaits a signal.

Through infra-red binoculars the strike Force Leader watches

his assault troops as they take positions.

STRIKE FORCE LEADER

(into headset/in

Russian)

GO!

On the estate - as the power goes out. The team on the

mansion's front porch pops the door and pours in.

INT. MANSION - NIGHT

FOLLOWING - the FIVE TEAM MEMBERS as they rush a stairway in

phalanx formation. They nearly knock over an old lady, who

in turn lets out a blood curdling scream.

UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR -

The team kicks open a door. Rushes into the room.

INT. BEDROOM -

Assault weapons pointed at the bed. The soldiers yank back

bedsheets to reveal IVAN STRAVANAVITCH, a middle-aged man

and his half-naked 18-year-old concubine.

SOLDIER:

(in Russian)

Get up, now! Up!

The soldiers pull Stravanavitch to his feet and haul him out

of the room.

FOLLOWING - As they push down the hallway.

MANSION SECURITY GUARDS rally with haphazard gunfire.

Out come the strike force's flash-bang grenades. Exploding

everywhere, disorienting Stravanavitch's men.

EXT. FIELD - NIGHT

Signal flares burn as a helicopter descends on the position.

The Strike Team evacuates across the field and forces a

struggling Stravanavitch into the low-hovering copter.

The commandos swiftly board the craft as a handful of

Stravanavitch's guards break into the clearing. They open

fire.

And the mounted machine guns on the helicopter return.

One of the Strike Team members takes a bullet to the neck.

He's' pulled by his comrades into the chopper as it lifts

into the sky, its guns spitting lead...

STRIKE FORCE LEADER (V.0.)

Archangel, this is Restitution.

Archangel, this is Restitution. The package is wrapped.

Over.

VOICE (V.0. RADIO)

Roger, Restitution. We are standing

by for delivery.

FADE TO BLACK:

The SOUNDS of a dinner banquet.

Forks clanking against plates and

the din of a hundred conversations,

broken by...

The DING, DING, DING of a SPOON tapping against a wine glass.

SUPER TITLE:
"MOSCOW - THREE WEEKS LATER

FADE IN:

INT. BANQUET ROOM - NIGHT

Hundreds of men and women in formal evening wear sit at round

banquet tables. A HUSH falls over the guests as the DINGING

continues. All attention turns to the front table.

A rotund, silver haired-man in his late sixties rises and

sidles past U.S. and Russian flags up to the podium

microphone. He is STOLI PETROV, President of Russia.

PETROV:

(in Russian)

Thank you for joining us this evening.

Petrov's harsh Russian issues through the room. But over it

we hear a young woman's voice translating.

TRANSLATOR (V.0.)

Tonight we are honored to have with

us a man of remarkable courage, who,

despite strong international

criticism...

AT THE FRONT TABLE -

A translator's words ring in the earpiece of a handsome man

in his mid-forties. Worry lines crease his forehead and the

touch of gray at his temples attest to three very difficult

years in office.

This man is JAMES MARSHALL, and he is the PRESIDENT of the

UNITED STATES OF AMERICA. He busily makes last minute changes

to his speech.

TRANSLATOR:

(V.0. earpiece)

Has chosen to join our fight against

tyranny in forging a new world

community. Ladies and gentlemen, I

give you the President of the United

States of America...

Mr. President.

Thunderous applause as Marshall rises and approaches the

podium.

At the back of the room, DOHERTY, a senior policy adviser

whispers to the President's Chief of Staff ED SHEPHERD...

DOHERTY:

Maybe we should consider running him

for re-election instead of the U.S.

The applause dies as Marshall begins to speak.

MARSHALL:

(in Russian with

subtitles)

Good evening and thank you. First I

would ask you to join me in a moment

of silence for the victims of the

Turkmenistan massacres.

The room remains silent a few beats. Most guests respectfully

bow their heads.

Marshall begins again, but this time in English. The young

woman translates simultaneously for the Russian audience.

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