Face\Off Page #16

WAXY:

Not unless you're sent

to the "Clinic."

ARCHER:

You mean if I get sick?

WAXY:

They don't give two fucks

about your health. The

Clinic's where they send

the real hard-cases for

attitude adjustment.

(whispering)

Look at O'Neill --

WAXY gestures to an inmate nearby -- O'NEILL -- who smiles

blankly, oblivious to the streaming delousing spray.

WAXY (cont'd)

-- Toughest bastard I

ever saw -- after you,

of course -- now he's

a f***ing drool case.

ARCHER looks hard at O'Neill, whose eyes are glazed like a

jelly donut. Something BAD happened to this man.

ARCHER:

What did he do?

WAXY:

He hit a guard.

BY THE AQUACADE ENTRANCE

A GUARD reads a magazine. Suddenly water drips on the

pages. The Guard looks up to see Archer standing a little

too close to him -- he leaps up.

GUARD:

Looking for trouble, Castor?

ARCHER:

Actually ... yes.

CRACK! Archer decks the Guard. A second Guard charges in

-- Archer heaves him across the shower. Suddenly --

WHAM! Archer is flung hard against the shower wall. He

can't resist as HIS BOOTS spin him like a tornado and CRASH

him into the opposing wall. He collapses -- out cold.

INT. PRISON -- POPULATION -- NIGHT

Night-time:
crescent moon, twinkling stars and a HOOT OWL.

Searchlights sweep past the skylight.

WALTON and a GUARD herd ARCHER toward a hydraulic steel door.

INT. THE "CLINIC" -- NIGHT

The air-locks WHOOSH open. The Guards enter and dump Archer

on the floor. He gets his bearings -- sees he's lying in a

PUDDLE of something. He looks up -- and recoils.

ARCHER'S P.O.V.:
DOBBS is strapped to a verticle-gurney --

post-procedure. His limbs are stiff, his eyes blank as a

Mako shark's. And his feet are bare -- BOOTLESS.

MED-TECH

Get a mop, he puked

all over the place.

An Assistant unstraps Dobbs and drops him on a rolling

GURNEY; the Guard wheels him out.

MED-TECH (cont'd)

(mopping up)

-- next time, bring them

in BEFORE dinner ...

ARCHER cases the place: equipment fed by tubes and cables

run upward through the overhead ceiling grid. Above the

grid is the VIEW WINDOW of the Security Central Control.

Walton muscles Archer into the gurney. The Med-Tech smirks.

MED-TECH (cont'd)

Oh happy day -- Castor Troy.

Too bad Jon Archer isn't

here to see this ...

The Med-Tech wheels the ECT HEAD-GEAR cart into place: twin

needle-like BOLTS ready to fit into ARCHER'S ears. A single

blue static spark jumps from the bolts.

WALTON roughly wedges ARCHER'S HEAD into the head-gear,

shoving the chewed-up bite-strap into Archer's mouth.

WALTON:

Bite hard, scumbag, 'cause

you'll be gumming baby

food from here on out.

MED-TECH

Get his boots, Sergeant.

WALTON unlocks ARCHER'S first boot and pulls it off. As

the Med-Tech starts to fasten Archer's arm -- Walton unlocks

and pulls off the second boot.

ARCHER'S FEET are free. CRACK! He yanks his foot up hard

-- Walton reels back, stunned.

One ARM still restrained, Archer BACKROLLS in the gurney and

KICKS the Head Gear cart away -- knocking it into the Med-

Tech who collapses onto it, hitting "TEST" --

ZAP! The head-bolts fire, catching the Med-Tech through the

shoulder -- he drops to the floor, his synapses shot.

The Assistant flees in terror as WALTON gropes for his

weapon. But ARCHER pulls his arm free and cracks Walton

across the chin -- putting him out.

ARCHER grabs Walton's shock-stick, hears the ALARM. He

shuts the door -- then jams the shock-stick into the key-

mechanism. ZAP! It fuses shut.

Using the floor-to-ceiling MATRIX OF SUPPORT CABLES --

Archer free-climbs upward.

A groggy WALTON forces open the door from inside.

GUARDS pour in. Walton grabs an auto-rifle and opens fire.

SLUGS chase ARCHER as he climbs higher. Riddled, tubes

BURST, raining fluids and gases down on the Guards.

ARCHER'S now directly in front of the Security Control

window. The Deputies inside watch frantically as Archer

grabs the nearest cable and swings --

INT. SECURITY CENTER CONTROL -- NIGHT

CRASH! The window explodes inward. ARCHER rides the cable

into the booth -- and gets jumped by the Deputies inside.

ARCHER slams the Security Chief into the control panel, then

jolts the Deputy with the shock-stick. The place is HIS.

He finds what he's looking for: a CROSS-CUT SCHEMATIC of

the prison. He traces his finger -- confirming his way out.

He hits the keys -- typing furiously.

FULL SCREEN -- THE MONITOR

It splits into four sub-screens, each filled with the CGI of

various HELICOPTERS .. ARCHER commits to memory each ship's

TETHER CODE ... "Dancer," "Prancer," "Comet," etc.

Then he wildly yanks out wires and shatters the computer

banks. FLAMES burst out -- shorting the circuitry.

A DRONING SOUND rises -- the magnetic power monitor shows a

dangerous surge. ARCHER takes off into the corridor.

AROUND THE PRISON: Total chaos.

EATERY:
Table and chairs FLY to the ceiling and STICK.

THE KITCHEN:
The Staff scatters as KNIVES and POTS and

STEEL UTENSILS hail through the kitchen,

POPULATION:
GUARDS duck and flee as PRISONERS are flung

about like rag-dolls by their short-circuiting BOOTS.

INT. ELEVATOR CORRIDOR -- NIGHT

ARCHER rushes into an empty elevator. Before he hits a

button -- he HEARS Guards running toward him.

INT. CORRIDOR -- NIGHT

WALTON leads his men around the corner as the elevator doors

CLOSE. WALTON opens fire -- riddling the doors.

They pile into the adjoining stairwell -- going down.

BEHIND THEM -- a narrow door clicks shut.

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