The Bionic Woman Page #4

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ERIC:

(quietly)

I know I don't.

And he leans over to KISS her -- a GLARE of headlights washes

over them, a HALO of white light -- and without warning -

AN OUT OF CONTROL CAR sails over the curb and PLOWS into

them with HORRIFIC force -- no brakes, no swerving, a full-

speed COLLISION with the passenger side of Eric's car -

Jaime's side.

ERIC is THROWN CLEAR, FLUNG from the open driver's door to

go FLYING through the air -- but

JAIME is CRUSHED between the crumpled door and the dash, as-

ERIC'S CAR, with Jaime in it, is LIFTED OFF the ground by

the SHEER FORCE of the collision -

-- and goes TUMBLING, side-over-side down the steeply inclined

street in a SHOWER of SPARKS and SHATTERING GLASS.

INT. CAR -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS

JAIME is TORN from the dash and THROWN like a rag doll as

the car ROLLS over and over -

POV JAIME, insanely QUICK CUTS, impressionistic moments of

TERROR from the INSIDE of a rolling car:

JAGGED METAL tearing free from the door --

BROKEN GLASS raining everywhere, some of it RED with BLOOD -UPSIDE

DOWN, as the CAR TOP CRUMPLES in from IMPACT --

A SPEAR OF METAL tearing into her arm --

THE DASHBOARD buckling like paper to CRUSH down on her legs -

JAIME'S FACE is WHITE with terror, it's happening TOO FAST

even to SCREAM -

-- and she's FLUNG sideways against the bent, twisted

doorframe, head hitting with a sickening THUNNKK! -

-- and everything goes BLACK.

END OF ACT ONE:

18.

ACT TWO:

INT. MEDFLIGHT HELICOPTER IN FLIGHT -- NIGHT

BLURRED SHAPES move frantically; as if from very FAR AWAY,

the sound of CLOTH TEARING, a violent, RIPPING noise. Other

NOISES start to OVERLAP, plastic TORN OPEN, instruments

CLANKING, MACHINES BEEPING -- and HUMAN VOICES, clipped and

rapid-fire, overlapping.

MEDFLIGHT TECH 1 (O.S.)

Multisystem trauma --extensive crush

injuries to right arm and both legs -

MEDFLIGHT TECH 2 (O.S.)

-- looks like massive internal

bleeding -

The WHUPPPWHUPPPWHUPPP of HELICOPTER BLADES overlays it all

as things slowly come INTO FOCUS -- HARSH LIGHTS, shinging

down, limning two MEDFLIGHT TECHS working rapidly.

MEDFLIGHT TECH 3

What the hell happened to her?

MEDFLIGHT TECH 1

(hurried aside)

Drunk driver. He died at the scene -

We're in JAIME'S POV, looking up from a gurney.

REVERSE ON JAIME'S FACE, one eye covered with bloody gauze,

the other struggling to FOCUS -

MEDFLIGHT TECH 2

She's coming up!

And suddenly, ERIC is bending down by Jaime's face -- his

gloved hands streaked with BLOOD. He's KNEELING over her.

JAIME:

Eric... ?

There's CONFUSION in her face, and naked FEAR.

ERIC:

It's all right, baby. We're going

to put you back to sleep.

Eric STROKES her hair back from her face with one hand.

ERIC (CONT'D)

I'm here... and I'm going to make it

ok. I promise.

Jaime's eyes FLUTTER, slowly EASING CLOSED -- she's OUT.

19.

ERIC (CONT'D)

(low, determined)

I promise. *

EXT. NORTHERN CALIFORNIA HILLS -- NIGHT

A huge stretch of inland Northern California WILDERNESS -craggy,

densely forested, peaceful in the moonlight.

THE CHOPPER comes winging over the countryside. We FOLLOW

as it DIPS past a canyon, then crests a RISE -- to reveal

A HUGE COMPLEX nestled among the hills, utterly UNEXPECTED.

Long, low CENTRAL BUILDINGS, open paved spaces, what look

like dorm-like RESIDENCES, all in a loose structure that

give it the feeling of a SPRAWLING CAMPUS -

-- except for the WALL topped with razorwire that surrounds

the whole place. GUARD TOWERS and SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS dot

the wall, even though we're in the middle of NOWHERE.

THE HELICOPTER swoops down, aiming for the private LANDING

STRIP inside the complex -

-- where a MEDICAL TEAM is standing by, looking up in

CONFUSION as the chopper lands.

EXT. LANDING STRIP -- NIGHT -- CONTINUOUS

ERIC jumps down from the chopper, as the LEAD DOCTOR comes

forward to meet him -

LEAD DOCTOR:

(very nervous)

Dr. Masters, surely a, a more

conventional hospital would be -

ERIC:

Facilities are better here. Better

than anywhere. You've got the whole

team?

LEAD DOCTOR:

Just like you said. But surely -- I

don't understand why -

The MED TECHS are already hurrying to the chopper, expertly

getting Jaime out on the gurney.

ERIC:

You don't need to.

INT. COMPLEX MEDICAL FACILITY -- O.R. -- NIGHT

The O.R. is gleaming, high-tech, recognizable but subtly

MORE ADVANCED than a traditional operating room.

20.

A glass-enclosed OBSERVATION DECK encircles the room above.

JAIME lies on the table, intubated, draped as -

ERIC AND TEAM OF DOCTORS work on her, the feeling one of

barely controlled PANIC, Nurses RUSHING, doctors BARKING

orders. All the other doctors are MUCH OLDER than Eric, but

he's clearly IN CHARGE.

LEAD DOCTOR:

(to Eric)

Multiple compound radial and ulnar

fractures of the right arm -- severed

brachial artery, transected median

nerve -

(grimly)

Right arm's a shredder.

DOCTOR 2

(to Eric)

We're looking at complete AK

amputation on both legs -neurovascular

damage is catastrophic -

DOCTOR 3

I've lost the fetal heartbeat.

Eric LOOKS SHARPLY at Doctor 3, who SHAKES his head almost

imperceptibly. Eric closes his eyes for a instant, swallows

hard -- then frantically goes back to work.

NURSE 1

Dr. Masters, BP's falling, 40 over

60 -

ERIC:

Stabilize her, goddammit!

NURSE 1

I can't!

It's CHAOS as everyone SCRAMBLES -- Eric turns to Lead Doctor.

ERIC:

(flatly)

She's dying.

The Lead Doctor doesn't answer.

ERIC (CONT'D)

You know it, I know it -- and there's

only one way to stop it.

LEAD DOCTOR:

Dr. Masters, we can't -

Eric's voice is cold as ICE as he ORDERS harshly:

21.

ERIC:

Prep her.

ALL THE SURGEONS AND NURSES stop, looking at Eric, the only

sound in the room the WHOOSH of the ventilator and the BEEPING

of machines -- and for some reason, they all look AFRAID.

LEAD DOCTOR:

But -

ERIC:

(shouting)

Do it now!

And the room BURSTS into action again, Nurses and Doctors

RACING around with renewed PURPOSE.

EXT. COMPLEX -- DAWN

The sun is creeping over the horizon as A PRIVATE JET comes

to a halt on the landing strip.

INT. COMPLEX MEDICAL FACILITY -- CORRIDOR -- DAWN

Guards swing open the double glass doors to admit TWO MEN:

JONAS BLEDSOE is first -- he owns all this, and it shows. A

tall, forceful man in his 50's, he wears POWER with

unselfconscious ease.

But just like Bill Gates will always be a nerd, Jonas will

always be WORKING CLASS from the North of England -- rough

edges, hard accent, a sense of total RUTHLESSNESS always

hovering right beneath truly obscene amounts of wealth.

He's flanked by JAE KIM, the head of his SPECIAL OPERATIONS

division. Wiry and lithe, early 30's, Jae is the opposite

of the muscle-bound Spec Ops stereotype.

As they stride down the corridor, the SECURITY CHIEF explains:

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