The Bastards Among Us Page #3

SNIPER 2

(calmly)

Very good, I see no threats either.

BACK TO:

EXT. MANSION ROOFTOP - DAY

SNIPER 1

(slightly anxious)

Jackie... Jackie, where are you?

There’s no immediate response from Jackie. Something seems off.

SNIPER 1

(repeats)

Jackie! Do you copy?

Suddenly, strange noises come through the earpiece. SNIPER 1 starts to feel confused.

JACKIE (V.O.)

(distant, muffled voice)

Uh... Ah... Yeah... I’m... uh... busy.

SNIPER 1

(shocked)

Busy? What the hell are you doing? We’re on a mission!

Jackie’s voice becomes clearer, and the situation begins to dawn on SNIPER 1.

JACKIE (V.O.)

(embarrassed)

Let's just say... I'm in a... private session.

SNIPER 1 tries to keep his composure, but the shock is undeniable.

SNIPER 1

(angrily)

Jackie... we’re on surveillance. Drop... whatever you're doing right now!

JACKIE (V.O.)

(nervously)

Uh... just two minutes... two minutes, I swear, and I'm done!

SNIPER 1

(exploding)

Two minutes?! We’re in the middle of a security op! Shut it down now!

CUT TO:

INT. MANSION-GERARD'S OFFICE - DAY

The camera reveals GERARD's opulent office, a testament to his power and authority. The room is adorned in dark colors and luxurious furnishings. GERARD's large, polished wooden desk is the centerpiece. Behind it, an elegant trophy cabinet displays an array of trophies and medals, showcasing his significant achievements.

Two personal bodyguards stand near the entrance, dressed in formal suits with earpieces, reflecting the seriousness and vigilance required in this high-stakes environment. The room is softly lit, adding an air of mystery.

The camera focuses on a wall-mounted board, which features a neatly arranged set of photos: Hossam, Agatha, Mokhtar, Said, and George. The arrangement of the photos indicates their importance to Gerard.

GERARD, a man in his forties, sits behind his large desk with an air of calm authority. Dressed in a sharp suit, he exudes power and control. He casually smokes a cigarette, the smoke curling gently into the air, while sipping coffee from a small cup. His face shows intense concentration and seriousness, as if he is planning a major move in the world of illicit business.

GERARD:

(talking to bodyguards)

(calmly)

Have you seen Celia, or is she still playing chess with herself?

BODYGUARD:

(respectfully)

She’s finished with the chess and is on her way to you.

GERARD:

(thoughtfully)

I haven't figured out what to do with her. She needs a partner and a way out of her solitude because I won’t always be there for her.

BODYGUARD:

With all due respect, I’m not worried about her. She just wants to live in the moment, which is actually a good thing. Most people either refuse to let go of the past or fear the future, but they always forget the present and the moment.

Gerard smiles, his expression reflecting a blend of approval and contemplation.

GERARD:

( (smiling)

Mm, that’s well said,"It seems like Celia's words.

BODYGUARD:

(honestly)

Yes, sir. I had to listen to her talk one day, and honestly, I learned a lot from her.

Gerard’s smile widens, and he seems to appreciate the guard's perspective and insight.

Sfx:
A gentle knock on the door.

CELIA (O.S.)

May I come in?

GERARD:

Of course, come in, my daughter.

CELIA opens the door and enters slowly. She is a short, 19-year-old girl, reasonably attractive, wearing glasses. She looks alone, with no friends or partner. She carries files in her hands, appearing intelligent and focused. Her steps are quiet as she approaches the desk with calm confidence.

CELIA walks up to the desk and smiles politely at GERARD, who looks at her with anticipation.

CELIA:

(smiling)

Hello, Dad.

GERARD:

(smiling)

Hello, my daughter. Did you defeat yourself in the chess game?"

CELIA:

(light laughter)

Oh, no, she didn’t have a chance to defeat me.

GERARD:

(serious)

Alright, what have you done about the upcoming deal? It's going to bring us 50 million dollars soon.

CELIA:

(confidently)

I’ve selected five people who I think are the most suitable for the task. We can start preparing now.

CELIA moves towards the board with the photos of Hossam and points to them, smiling at her father.

CELIA:

(smiling)

These are the people I’ve chosen. I believe they will be useful for the deal.

CELIA stands next to the board with photos and points to Hossam's picture as she starts to talk about him.

CELIA:

First, Hossam Belkacem. He’s a former Algerian army soldier, specializing in martial arts and weaponry. He has an incredible ability for precision and sniping.

GERARD:

(curious)

Just like me?

CELIA:

(politely laughing)

No, Dad, not like you. He’s a natural killer. He was expelled from the Algerian army for killing ten of his comrades and a general. Only two fingers were found for each person, no bodies.

GERARD:

(astonished)

Why did he kill them?

CELIA:

Accounts vary, but the closest story to the truth is that the general ordered the soldiers to wake him up for training. Every time a soldier came to wake him, he killed them. Eventually, the general himself came in and found a massacre in the room. It turned out he wanted to sleep, but as soon as they woke him, he stabbed the general with a pencil in the neck until he died, then went back to sleep.

GERARD:

(laughing)

I can’t believe it. You brought a madman.

CELIA:

(smiling)

Believe me, you’ll see the madness when you meet the twins. As for him, he’s just a ruthless person with principles

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