The Bionic Woman Page #14

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RUTH:

Roger that. We see her. Looks like

the repair scenario was right. Maybe

her combat function is impaired.

EXT. WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT

Jae CLICKS OFF the safety on his 9mm.

67.

JAE:

I'm not counting on it.

Jaime follows Jae and Brett toward the front of the warehouse.

The building looks ABANDONED, the walls cracked and worn.

JAE kneels at the LOCK on the door, starts PICKING it.

AT THE LOADING DOCK, RADCLIFFE CLIPS the heavy lock; *

AT THE BACK DOOR, SHEPHERD expertly PICKS the lock in seconds. *

BACK AT THE FRONT, JAE is still trying to get the lock open. *

DANNY (O.S.)

Team B in position. Loading dock

clear. We're good to go.

Brett looks down at Jae, impatiently, Jae can't get the lock -

MAC (O.S.)

Team C in position. East door clear.

Good to go.

SCOWLING, Jae moves aside from the door.

JAE:

(whispering, not happy)

Sommers. Do it.

(into headset)

On my mark, people. Three -- two -one

--mark.

And with shocking grace, Jaime BACK SPIN-KICKS the lock,

PULVERIZING it, sending the metal doors FLYING inwards.

INT. WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS

JAE AND BRETT CHARGE into the warehouse -- at the same moment

THE OTHER FOUR SPEC OPS GUYS converge three sides on SARAH,

who hasn't moved an INCH. They surround her in a loose

circle, guns TRAINED unwaveringly on her.

JAE moves toward Sarah, his gun pointed levelly at her head.

JAE:

Give it up. It's over.

Sarah finally looks up at him -- her eyes GLITTER in the

harsh leaping light of the welder as she looks at Jae like

there's ONLY THE TWO OF THEM in the room.

SARAH:

I keep telling you, Jae: it's never

over. Even when you want it to be.

She looks PAST Jae, straight at JAIME -- and Sarah SMILES,

feral, COLD, just like in Jaime's dream.

68.*

SARAH (CONT'D)

Hello again.

INT. COMPLEX -- OPS CENTER -- NIGHT

RUTH, JONAS AND OPERATIONS TECHS in the Ops Center. Ruth's

monitors suddenly go DARK, feeds VANISHING.

RUTH:

I've lost signal. They're offline -

JONAS:

What? Get them back!

COMM TECH *

We've lost the surveillance feed. *

We're being jammed. *

RUTH:

(realizing, grimly)

She knew we were coming.

INT. WAREHOUSE -- NIGHT

Back to SARAH AND THE TEAM, still in the same positions -

-- when suddenly FIGURES come CROWDING in the doors from

outside --THUGS, HEAVILY ARMED, SWARM into the warehouse,

bring their guns with a CLATTER to bear on THE TEAM.

So now it looks like this: A CIRCLE OF THUGS in the shadows, *

surrounding THE CIRCLE OF SPEC OPS GUYS, and SARAH in the *

center of it all, still working nonchalantly on the weld. *

SARAH:

You ought to know I don't leave so

much as a molecule behind. Unless I

mean to. *

Jae keeps his gun TRAINED on Sarah, rock-steady, but TENSION *

radiates from him almost VISIBLY. *

JAE *

What the hell is this? *

SARAH *

An invitation. I'm building my own *

organization, something that will *

show Jonas for the amateur he is. *

(to the Team) *

And I'm hiring. Interested? *

JAE *

Step away from the table and put *

your hands where I can see them. *

69.*

SARAH *

(ignoring the order) *

Applying is simple: strip down and *

fight me. *

(nods at the Thugs) *

They'll tell you -- you can't beat *

me. But last long enough before I *

take you down, and the job is yours. *

(small smile) *

Although one of you already works *

for me. *

JAE *

(eyes on Sarah) *

Brett, cover Sommers! *

JAIME *

What? *

JAE *

(to Sarah, deadly) *

Call off your men, get up and come *

with us, or I'll put a bullet through *

your head. I swear to god I will. *

Sarah finishes sealing her arm, looks up at Jae. *

SARAH *

I know you would. *

KER-BLAMMM! The shot blasts through the tense silence -- as *

JAE SPINS, falls to his knees, SHOT in the shoulder. BRETT *

stands behind him, gun in hand. *

BRETT *

I'm giving my notice. *

(to the Team) *

Sorry, guys. I got a better offer --*

-- but before he can finish, Jae TWISTS, legs SCISSORING

out, KNOCKING Brett to the ground, his gun FLYING -

AND ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE as everyone starts SHOOTING.

SARAH:

(shouting)

I want them alive!

Sarah JUMPS up from the workbench, welder in hand -

-- and she SLAMS into Jaime with the force of a FREIGHT TRAIN.

Jaime goes FLYING into a wall, CRASHING right through it --

INT. WAREHOUSE WORKSHOP -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS

-- to SLAM into a stainless steel TABLE, sending SURGICAL

EQUIPMENT scattering in every direction.

70.*

She's in a SMALL ROOM off the main warehouse, which has been

made into -

A MACABRE WORKSHOP filled with BIONIC PARTS and TOOLS.

A cross between an OPERATING ROOM and a MACHINE SHOP: drills *

and welders beside organic-looking REPLACEMENT PARTS of white *

tubing, titanium-ceramic bones, polyamide skin, I.V. bags of *

blue-white BIONIC BLOOD and countless FRAGMENTARY PARTS. *

SARAH LEAPS through the rent-open wall -- she RAKES across

Jaime's arm with the welder, the bionic skin TEARING open.

SARAH:

You know, you really suck at this.

She SWEEPS a kick out, KNOCKING Jaime back, then SLAMS her

down to the floor, knee over her throat -

SARAH (CONT'D) *

Show me yours, I'll show you mine. *

What did they replace? *

Sarah PRESSES on her throat --*

JAIME:

My right arm!

(gasps for breath)

Both legs -- my eye, and -- my ear.

She RISES gracefully off Jaime, regards her for a second -then

STRIKES her with the steel bar in the stomach.

SARAH:

Me, they did both arms, both legs. *

Only one eye, though -- Masters wasn't

sure about the optic interface.

(shrugs)

So I did the other one myself.

Even through the haze of pain, Jaime looks up sharply -

SARAH (CONT'D) *

Part of my chest too. *

(off Jaime's shock) *

I'm cutting away all the parts of me *

that are weak. And getting rid of *

anything in my way. Like Masters --*

JAIME *

No! *

Jaime marshalls every OUNCE of strength, THROWS herself at

Sarah -

SARAH:

You still don't understand.

71.

Sarah SLAMS Jaime back against the wall.

SARAH (CONT'D)

You're already dead.

SARAH'S fist BLURS right for Jaime's FACE --JAIME ROLLS to

the side the instant before impact. Sarah's hand SMASHES

into the wall, PUNCHING a hole through it.

SARAH (CONT'D)

You were dead from the moment they

put this junk inside you, raped your

brain and made you what they wanted.

She JERKS her hand from the wall, STRIDES toward Jaime.

SARAH (CONT'D)

We both were.

Sarah SLAMS Jaime against a STEEL-BARRED WINDOW, glass RAINING

around them as she SHOVES Jaime against the bars -

SARAH (CONT'D)

What the hell is wrong with you?

You knew, they all knew -

(furiously)

How could you let them do this to

you?

Jaime SNARLS right back at her, face to face -

JAIME:

I didn't let anybody do anything,

all right? You missed Eric with the

car, and you got me. I'm no soldier -I

didn't want this!

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