Eye In The Sky Page #4

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The door swings closed on ALIA, leaving her sitting alone.

31 EXT. SUBURB - PARKLANDS - NAIROBI - MORNING

31

A street of middle income houses within walled compounds.

The SUV with MUHAMMAD inside approaches one of the houses.

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32 OMITTED 32

33 EXT. HOUSE - PARKLANDS - MORNING 33

Now, from an angle at wall height (that may seem like a

security camera POV) we PAN with the SUV as it drives through

the gates and pulls to a stop in front of a two storey house.

SECURITY STAFF rapidly close the gates as the SUV door is

opened for MUHAMMAD.

OWNER:

Welcome my friend, welcome!

MUHAMMAD exits the car and is warmly greeted by the OWNER.

CUT TO - What looks like a SMALL TROPICAL BIRD perched high

on a wall of the compound.

We push in on the bird and see that it is in fact A MICRO-RPA

-a drone designed to look like a small bird, with a small

glass lens embedded in its chest.

This ‘bird’ is what has been filming the arrival of the SUV.

34 INT. PJHQ - LONDON - MORNING 34

On one of the screens is the image from the micro-RPA bird of

the Owner escorting MUHAMMAD into his home.

COLONEL POWELL:

(into a headset)

Hawaii5, North20, looks like we

have Sea Hawk, but I’d like a

positive ID.

IMAGE ANALYST:

(on another screen)

Hawaii5, copy that. Running PID

confirmation.

On yet ANOTHER SCREEN is a much more high angled image of the

same action from a Reaper drone flying unseen at 20,000 feet.

POWELL switches channels:

COLONEL POWELL:

Showman50, North20. Good morning

Moses - how are you this morning?

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35 INT. OPERATIONS ROOM - COMPANY D BASE - MORNING 35

MAJOR MOSES OWITI, Kenya National Intelligence Service (NIS),

has the image from the bird on his secure laptop.

MAJOR OWITI:

Showman50, copy. Good morning

Colonel! Very good!

COLONEL POWELL:

Confirm Sea Hawk is in the blue

zone but Condor is still in flight?

MAJOR OWITI:

Sea Hawk is in the blue zone. We

expect Condor to land in an hour.

COLONEL POWELL:

Thank you. Are your troops in place

and ready to move in?

MAJOR OWITI:

(looks out at his troops)

Yes. Briefed and ready.

OWITI’S POV:

36 EXT. COMPANY D BASE - MORNING 36

In a high-walled loading area are a number of military trucks

and FIFTY KENYAN SOLDIERS of Kenya’s elite D Company, dressed

for action, each with their weapon and gear beside them.

Some smoke, some drink cans of soda, some quietly chat,

others just sit and wait. It’s a strangely calm scene.

37 INT. KITCHEN - MOM’S HOUSE - NIGHT 37

STEVE washes his dinner plate. He is now dressed in smart

casuals.

The front door opens and STEVE’S MOM, 45, wearing a waitress

uniform, enters. She’s tired from a long shift.

STEVE:

Hi, Mom. Work okay?

MOM:

It was alright. Tips are better

than Kansas.

STEVE smiles.

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MOM (CONT’D)

Did you like your dinner?

STEVE:

Yeah, thanks, it was great.

He picks up his car key.

MOM:

You’re off early? Thought your

shift was much later? *

STEVE:

I’m going to Sammy’s birthday.

MOM:

Oh... They let you drink before...?

STEVE:

I’m not gonna drink. I’m just gonna

stop by and say a quick happy

birthday.

He kisses her cheek and heads for the door.

MOM:

Stevie...

He turns back.

STEVE:

Yeah?

A beat. She’s obviously going through a tough time.

MOM:

I won’t stay forever, I promise.

STEVE:

You stay as long as you want, Mom.

He smiles briefly. She does too, grateful.

EXT. MINISTRY OF DEFENCE - LONDON - MORNING 38

HIGH ANGLE view establishing the imposing building of the

British Ministry of Defence from the air.

ON SCREEN:
MINISTRY OF DEFENCE, LONDON 08h00

COLONEL POWELL (O.S)

General. Good morning.

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39 INT. OFFICE - MINISTRY OF DEFENCE - LONDON - MORNING 39

LIEUTENANT-GENERAL FRANK BENSON (Deputy Chief of Defence

Staff), in military service dress, is on his office phone.

LIEUTENANT-GENERAL BENSON

You got my email...

40 INT. PJHQ - LONDON - MORNING 40

POWELL is on her phone.

COLONEL POWELL:

Yes, I did. Made me sick. His

family will need our support.

LIEUTENANT-GENERAL BENSON

Leave it with me. Do you have

everything in place for today?

COLONEL POWELL:

Yes.

LIEUTENANT-GENERAL BENSON

Good. I’ll be at COBRA in an hour.

COLONEL POWELL:

That should be fine.

41 EXT. LAS VEGAS STRIP - NIGHT 41

We drift over bright night Las Vegas from a HIGH ANGLE.

LAS VEGAS STRIP - 00h45

42 INT. NIGHTCLUB - LAS VEGAS - NIGHT 42

STEVE walks into a glitzy club with loud music, flashing

lights and pole dancers.

The place is packed with people dreaming of and selling sex.

It is the epitome of Vegas excess.

STEVE crosses to A BAR. He reaches over the counter and grabs

himself a MARTINI GLASS.

A BARTENDER catches his eye and comes over.

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STEVE:

(to the bartender)

Just some water please - but throw

in an olive and make it look

alcoholic...

43 INT. HALL - ARMS FAIR - SINGAPORE - DAY 43

JAMES hurries down a trading aisle escorted by three

BODYGUARDS as KATE and TOM struggle to catch up.

TOM:

The meeting with the Malaysian

Trade Minister is now at four-

thirty.

JAMES:

You’ll have to do it for me.

TOM:

But the...

KATE:

Perhaps if you take an “Eezi Tum?”

JAMES:

I need to go back to the hotel!

He gets to his destination, the mens, and hurries inside.

TOM and KATE stand with their coffees.

TOM:

Why appoint a Foreign Secretary who

always gets ill?

44 EXT. NIGHTCLUB - UPSTAIRS PRIVATE AREA - NIGHT 44

STEVE, with his “water only” Martini in hand, comes up some

stairs and enters a private party area.

He recognizes his birthday group, including SAMMY, 26. They

are all drunk. THREE DANCERS are entertaining the party.

SAMMY:

Stevie!!! So good to see you! You

got a drink?

STEVE:

I got one, Sammy.

STEVE raises his fake Martini with the olive.

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SAMMY:

Man, I didn’t think you would come!

He bear hugs STEVE.

STEVE:

Happy birthday, buddy.

SAMMY:

My best friend, man. My best - you

know that right?

STEVE stands smiling, trapped in SAMMY’s drunken embrace.

STEVE:

Right. I know.

SAMMY releases STEVE from the hug.

SAMMY:

Come on, sit down.

STEVE:

Sam, seriously, I can’t stay long.

I’m on duty from three... *

SAMMY:

(imitating him)

Steve, seriously, I’m on duty from *

six. Sit down.

He turns to one of the DANCERS.

SAMMY (CONT’D)

Shelley! A lap-dance for my best

friend!

STEVE:

No, no...

SAMMY:

Yes, yes... Over here, please! Over

here...

A DANCER, “SHELLEY,” approaches STEVE - and gently pushes him

backwards. Steve falls into a chair.

SAMMY (CONT’D)

There ya go!!!

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