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True Lies
- R
- Year:
- 1994
- 141 min
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TITLE SEQUENCE:
1 EXT. MOUNTAINS, NEAR GENEVA, SWITZERLAND - NIGHT
The snow covered Alps stand out clearly in the light of a full
moon. A fortress-like CHATEAU is situated in a flat saddle of
forest partway up the mountain, next to a frozen lake. The
property is surrounded by high stone walls, and the stately
grounds are bathed in floodlights and patrolled by armed guards
with dogs.
2 EXT. CHATEAU - NIGHT
The driveway and motorcourt are filled with cars. A formal-
dress party is in progress... a private reception for a middle-
eastern dignitary. Tuxedoes men escort their diamond-encrusted
ladies through the huge front doors, where they doff their
overcoats and are politely scanned with hand-held metal
detectors by white gloved security staffers.
The walled perimeter of the house runs along the lake, forming
a kind of rampart. There is an opening, to a kind of waterway
or canal, which connects to the private docks inside the
grounds. There is a steel grating across the opening. The
bars disappear down into the thin ice of early winter.
With the house visible BG, we CRANE DOWN below the parapet wall
along which a guard is a white exposure-suit is walking... down
along the dark wall to the grating... TILTING DOWN to see a
3 EXT. BENEATH THE ICE, UNDERWATER - NIGHT
Camera moving toward: A FIGURE in diving gear working at the
metal bars with an oxygen arc cutting torch. One bar has
already been cut out. Two quick cuts and a second bar falls to
the muddy bottom. Lit now only from the floodlights filtering
down through the ice, the figure slips through the bars and
swims powerfully along the stone canal wall.
Seem from below, the figure is a black shadow moving against
the rippled-glass of the ice above.
4 EXT. CANAL AND BOATHOUSE - NIGHT
A dock extends into the frozen canal, just behind a large
boathouse. There is a faint chipping sound. The ice breaks
quietly, and the pieces are slid back. A head appears, in a
rubber drysuit hood. The DIVER slips the regulator out of his
mouth and turns slowly, scanning... revealing:
HARRY TASKER. Our hero. Harry floats with just his eyes above
the surface, silent as a water snake, as a guard passes on a
footpath nearby.
After a few beats Harry slips out of his tanks and fins,
letting them sink, and climbs the frozen ladder onto the dock.
He moves like a ninja into the shadows of the boathouse.
Opening a WATERPROOF BAG, he pulls out a walky talky.
HARRY:
Honey, I'm home.
5 INT. / EXT. SURVEILLANCE VAN, MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT
Meet Harry's partner, ALBERT "GIB" GIBSON, an overweight twenty-
year-man with a lived in looking face. Gib answers Harry via
his headset.
GIB:
Roger that.
(he covers the mike and
turns)
Hey, Fize! Get your butt in
here. Harry's inside.
Outside, FAST FAISIL, an Iranian-American, finishes making
yellow snow and hurries back to the van. They are parked on a
winding mountain road a half-mile from the chateau, whose
lights are visible through the trees.
Faisil jumps in and goes to the eyepiece of a huge telephoto
nightvision scope. The eerie green image lurches as he sweeps
the grounds, locating the boathouse.
6 EXT. BOATHOUSE - NIGHT
Concealed in the shadows, Harry is shucking out of his drysuit.
Underneath is he is wearing black tux pants, suspenders,
cummerbund and a formal shirt. He puts a tiny plug, like a
hearing aid, deep in his ear canal. A SUB-VOCAL TRANSCEIVER.
Very advanced.
HARRY:
Switching to sub-vocal. Gib, you
copy?
GIB (OVER)
It's Talkradio. You're on the
air.
Harry slips into his shoulder harness... holster on one side,
containing his .45 auto Glock-22, and the transmitter pack for
the ear-piece slung on the other. He slips on a formal jacket,
concealing the rig. Then a final touch. A little aftershave
from a tiny plastic vial.
Harry adjusts his bow-tie and strides confidently out of the
shadows, crossing quickly to the main house. He looks
ultrasharp in his black tux with the white silk cummerbund and
his hair slicked back. He enters the main house through a back
service entrance.
7 INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
Harry strides through the huge kitchen like he owns the place.
The kitchen staff are scurrying around, too busy to really
notice. He finger-tastes a dish as he passes.
HARRY:
(French/ subtitled)
This needs more garlic.
He breezes through unchallenged, exiting into the--
Here the party is in full swing. Harry blends smoothly into
the crowd of foreign dignitaries, businessman and minor mid-
east nobility. They are a high-octane mixture of new oil money
and old European money, and run the spectrum from stodgy
bankers to playboy arms dealers.
Harry strolls amiably among the glittering woman, the cigar
smoking men, casually snagging a glass of champagne and a
canape from the passing waiters. He nods to someone as if he
knows them. Greets another is quite fluent Arabic. People in
his wake look at each other like "Do you know him?" They
shrug, go on with their conversation. Harry moves through the
crowd. Scanning.
HARRY:
There's Daddy Petrobucks.
HARRY'S POV - Through the crowd is sees JAMAL KHALED, the host
of the party and owner of the chateau. He is fat and animated,
greeting guests with a flourish. As Harry watches he warmly*
greets a beautiful WOMAN. They become absorbed in a*
conversation.
The woman glances up and sees Harry checking her out. There is
a frank moment of returned interest. Then the crowd shifts,
cutting off their view of each other.
9 INT. STAIRCASE AND SECOND FLOOR - NIGHT
Harry makes his way up the grand staircase to the second floor. *
He slips through doors into the private area of the mansion.*
10 INT. LIBRARY - NIGHT
The doors open and Harry slips into the darkened library. He *
crosses quickly to a window and opens it onto a terrace.*
11 EXT. BALCONIES - NIGHT*
Harry goes onto the terrace, and in a display of acrobatic*
prowess, he pulls himself up onto the third floor balcony*
directly above. He lets himself into--*
12 INT. KHALED'S OFFICE - NIGHT*
Khaled's office is ornately furnished. Beautiful antiques
glint in the moonlight coming in the French-doors. Harry
crosses to an immense desk and boots up the computer there.
Bathed in the glow from the screen, he pulls a FLAT BOX, about
the size of a paperback, from the back of his cummerbund. He
connects it quickly to the modem port in the back of the
computer.
HARRY:
Modem in place. Transmitting...
now.
He pushes a button and a green light comes on.
13 INT. VAN - NIGHT
Gib and Faisil watch as their monitor screen lights with DATA
from Khaled's private computer.
FAISIL:
Affirmatory. We are in.*
Fast Faisil is a computer ace. His fingers fly on the keyboard
as he types rapid key commands. We see familiar "windows
appear". The words are all in Arabic characters.
FAISIL:
These are encrypted files, guys.
This is going to take me a few
minutes.
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