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FADE IN:

EXT. PRAGUE - NIGHT

On a hill above the city is an old CATHEDRAL. The night is

spooky, with harsh shadows playing across the cobblestones

and medieval walls.

A NERVOUS YOUNG HACKER makes his way down an alley.

There is a DOOR at the end of the alley. MUSIC can be faintly

heard from inside.

EXT. ROOFTOP - NIGHT

High above the street an INTRUDER DRESSED ALL IN BLACK spies

from the roof. He's watching with NIGHT VISION GOGGLES.

He pulls out a CROSSBOW and FIRES.

A BOLT flies, trailing CABLE.

THUNK! It sticks into the alley wall below.

EXT. THE ALLEY - NIGHT

As he passes by the ominous Cathedral, the Hacker spins,

sure he's heard something.

But there's nothing there. He continues on.

Then the Intruder comes sliding down the ZIP-LINE from above.

WHAM! He kicks the Hacker into the wall, knocking him out.

The Intruder pulls off his mask, revealing the chiseled

features of a dashing BRITISH SECRET AGENT. His name is

STERLING.

STERLING:

I hate to drop in unexpectedly.

Sterling searches the Hacker and pulls a SMALL BLACK CASE

from his coat. Inside the case is a DATA CHIP. Sterling tucks

it away.

Sterling unzips his black jumpsuit, revealing a crisp TUXEDO

underneath. He pulls out CAR KEYS. In a quick insert we see

the "ASTON-MARTIN" LOGO.

As he strolls back out the alley, he HEARS something and

flattens against the wall.

A BLACKED OUT SUV screeches to a stop, blocking his exit.

The SUV's HEADLIGHTS illuminate the slumped Hacker.

BAD GUYS get out to investigate, pulling out weapons.

Cornered, Sterling heads deeper into the alley, staying in

the shadows. He gets to that DOOR the Hacker was heading

towards.

As he PICKS THE LOCK Sterling can hear MUSIC from inside. He

smooths his hair and prepares to "blend in" with the crowd.

INT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT

Sterling comes through the door and his face falls. He's

stepped into a loud METAL CONCERT.

We see a GO-GO DANCER in LATEX. Onstage is RAMMSTEIN, a

bizarre German industrial-metal band.

The tattooed YOUNG CROWD slam dances and swings glo-stix

over their heads. Some wear rubber BRAIN SKULLCAPS outfitted

with fiber optic lights. It's a sea of SPIKED HAIR and BONDAGE

OUTFITS.

Sterling squares his jaw and starts pushing through the crowd.

With his tuxedo he sticks out like a penguin in a chicken

coop.

ON THE BALCONY ABOVE THE CROWD stands a wild haired young

GANGSTER with PIERCED BROWS. With him is a STREET-TOUGH GIRL

with multi-colored hair. They look like a post-Apocalyptic

Bonnie & Clyde. They are YORGI and PETRA.

Yorgi checks his watch. His delivery is late. Then his CELL

PHONE rings. He's getting the news from outside.

He looks down, spots Sterling amidst the moshing crowd. With

that look, that tux, there's no mistaking what he is.

They make EYE CONTACT and Sterling gives a little nod.

Yorgi calmly issues orders into his phone.

Immediately VIKTOR starts moving in Sterling's direction.

Viktor is huge, with a MOHAWK and a six-inch GOATEE.

Sterling sees him advancing and makes for the exit, pushing

through the freaky crowd.

EXT. CONCERT HALL - NIGHT

Sterling's ASTON-MARTIN VANTAGE screeches away from the curb.

INT. ASTON-MARTIN - MOVING - NIGHT

Sterling is at the wheel of his spy car. He plugs the DATA

CHIP into the dash and punches buttons. A computer screen

says "DATA DOWNLOADING".

He sees a BLACKED-OUT SUV racing up behind him.

He accelerates and hits a SWITCH.

ARMORED PLATING slides up over the rear window.

EXT. COBBLESTONE STREET - NIGHT

The SUV is right behind him. Viktor rolls down the passenger

window, readies his PISTOL.

The rear bumper of the spy car opens. SMOKE BOMBS drop out.

They explode in MASSIVE CLOUDS, obscuring the narrow, street.

Sterling skids around a corner.

The blinded bad guys drive straight into a STOREFRONT. Glass

and merchandise flies as the SUV gets stuck.

The Aston-Martin rounds another corner and slides to a stop.

Blocking the road ahead are two more SUV's.

A MOTORCYCLE slides to a stop in front of them. The rider is

ANDERS, a leather clad biker who looks half Viking.

Anders pulls out a SILENCED SUB-MACHINE GUN and starts

BLASTING.

BULLETS SLAM into the Aston-Martin, cracking the bullet-proof

glass, shattering headlights, and BLOWING OUT THE FRONT TIRES!

Sterling jams it into reverse and backs around the corner on

the RIMS.

INT. ASTON-MARTIN - IDLING - NIGHT

Sterling notices an ERROR MESSAGE now flashing on his computer

screen:
"TRANSMISSION ERROR: - DATA PARTIALLY SENT".

Sterling looks around desperately. Somehow he's got to get

this data out of here.

Straight ahead is the RIVER. Chugging up the river: a PARTY

BARGE.

PARTYGOERS in formal attire dance to an orchestra. A SWIMMING

POOL is in the middle of the deck for a perfect water landing.

STERLING:

Time for a slow boat to China.

He hits a BUTTON.

EXT. COBBLESTONE STREET - NIGHT

The rear license plate folds down, revealing a ROCKET ENGINE.

Flames spew as he jams down the accelerator.

Sterling is pushed back into his seat by the G-forces.

SPARKS fly from the rims as he skips across the pavement at

ever increasing speed.

Anders FIRES with his gun, but Sterling is getting away!

But then KIRILL steps around the corner. He's academic

looking, a CHAIN SMOKING intellectual with COKE-BOTTLE

GLASSES. He's also a highly proficient and cold-blooded

SNIPER.

Kirill puts his lit cigarette behind his ear and unslings a

SURFACE-TO-AIR MISSILE LAUNCHER from his shoulder.

The Aston-Martin reaches the riverbank and goes AIRBORNE. It

ROCKETS through the air towards the party barge.

We see the car REFLECTED in Kirill's glasses as he AIMS.

On a little SCREEN we see the missile launcher HOME IN on

the HEAT SOURCE of the jet engine.

The missile locks-in and FIRES...

HEATSEEKER P.O.V. - we see a GREEN CAR with all its hot spots

GLOWING RED. Camera ROARS towards the flying car.

INT. ASTON-MARTIN - FLYING - NIGHT

Sterling sees the missile streaking at him.

STERLING:

Oh bloody hell!

EXT. THE RIVER - NIGKT

WHOOMPH! The Aston-Martin EXPLODES in mid-air.

Partygoers shriek as the AXLE and FLAMING RIMS rain down on

the deck.

Kirill takes the cigarette from his ear, PUFFS IT.

Finally, Sterling's flaming BOW TIE flutters down and lands

on a LEAPING SALMON ICE-SCULPTURE above a tantalizing SEAFOOD

BUFFET.

CUT TO:

EXT. WASHINGTON D.C.

A STRAFING SHOT over the city. We make a sudden left turn

and SPEED OUT OF TOWN.

We shoot over to the BLUE RIDGE MOUNTAINS of VIRGINIA. In

the middle of NOWHERE we dive towards a COMPLEX OF BLACK

BUILDINGS.

INT. UNDERGROUND HEADQUARTERS - HALLWAY - NIGHT

Inside it's modern, cold and high tech. An elevator COUNTS

DOWN to a deep basement level.

The doors open and a TALL MAN man with a PROSTHETIC LEG

strides down the empty hall. AGENT GIBBONS is African-

American, a battle-scarred WARRIOR. Even with a limp he looks

sturdy, confident, deadly.

At the end of the hall is a METAL DOOR.

INT. ULTIMATE INFORMATION ROOM - NIGHT

Gibbons walks into the INFORMATION ROOM of the NATIONAL

SECURITY AGENCY (NSA). There are WORLD MAPS, SATELLITE IMAGES

on COMPUTER SCREENS, TECHIES monitoring everything.

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