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She SLAPS him again and Xander goes for her gun. Before he

can pry it from her hand, she's pulled another gun from

nowhere and has it jammed against his neck. He lets go.

XANDER:

Hey, you're good.

PETRA:

Maybe we should start again, yes? I

know so little about you, except

that you're not what you say you

are.

XANDER:

That makes two of us then, sweetheart,

because I ain't buying your bullshit

either. You're not like them, I can

see it in your eyes. So you tell me,

who's bullshitting who?

INT. YORGI'S BEDROOM - DAY

There are THREE STRIPPERS asleep in bed. Yorgi is sitting at

his COMPUTER in his underwear.

He's hacked in to the CZECH POLICE network.

YORGI:

Something bothers me about you, Mr.

Xander Cage...

He looks around a bit, doesn't find what he's looking for.

He sits up, getting pissed.

YORGI:

Get Kirill. Now!

She heads out. Yorgi goes to the bathroom, splashes water on

his face.

Kirill enters, still half asleep.

KIRILL:

What's the problem?

YORGI:

I'm inside the police mainframe. Do

you see anything?

Kirill studies the screen while Yorgi pulls on clothes.

KIRILL:

What?

YORGI:

I've searched their E-mail. No funeral

announcement, no obituary, no call-

to-arms. Nothing on the news, even.

I swear I saw a cop get shot

yesterday. How come no one is talking

about it?

Kirill looks back at the screen. Nothing there.

YORGI:

I also check the wire transfer. I

follow the money back to it's source,

but there is no source. It comes

from nowhere. First they bring CIA,

then British SAS, now maybe they

plumb the lower depths. Maybe now

they send someone who looks like us.

Maybe someone like our houseguest

Mr. X.

INT. MEDIEVAL MANOR - OFFICE - DAY

Petra still has the gun on Xander.

PETRA:

I don't know what you're talking

about.

XANDER:

The eyes don't lie. All this has

gotten to you, hasn't it, Petra? You

came in as Yorgi's girlfriend and

you stayed because it was fun. Now

you don't like it so much, but you're

in so deep you can't get out anymore.

Tell me if I'm wrong, Petra.

PETRA:

Go to hell!

XANDER:

Look at you. You're helping run things

now. You're a gangster. I bet that

snuck up on you. You woke up one day

and you were a criminal.

She pulls back the hammer on her gun.

XANDER:

It's cool, I feel you. I might even

be able to help. Here, let me show

you something. You wanna see what's

in my pocket, I'll show you.

He makes a move and she jabs the gun at him. She reaches

into the pocket for him and pulls out his little data

recorder.

PETRA:

What are you?

XANDER:

I'm an information gatherer. You

wanna go somewhere and talk about

it?

INT. MEDIEVAL MANOR - HALLWAY - DAY

Yorgi creeps down the hall, Kirill in tow. They both screw

SILENCERS onto their PISTOLS.

They flatten themselves up against the wall and prepare to

burst into Xander's room.

One...

Two...

THREE! They kick in the door and aim their guns around.

Flak Jacket sits up, terrified.

Yorgi and Kirill lower their guns. Viktor stumbles by in his

underwear.

YORGI:

Where is he?

VIKTOR:

They went to breakfast.

INT. ROMANTIC RESTAURANT - DAY

This is a beautiful and historic Prague location with WINDOWS

and a nice view. It's rather fancy and PACKED with UPSCALE

PATRONS. Petra and Xander sit in the middle of the room,

sticking out badly in their grungy clothes.

A WAITER takes their order.

PETRA:

Perogies, potato pancakes, fried

goose livers, the sausage plate and

a pot of Turkish coffee.

Xander shakes his head.

XANDER:

I'm just gonna have a garden salad.

Oil and balsamic vinegar on the side.

The Waiter takes off. Petra puffs on a cigarette, staring at

Xander.

PETRA:

That's how you eat? It's like a

gerbil.

XANDER:

(shrugs)

I'm from L.A.

PETRA:

So why don't you tell me something

about who you gather information

for. They obviously have very deep

pockets. Are you from a rival clan?

XANDER:

Let's just say I'm freelancing and

leave it at that.

PETRA:

Whoever sent you knew what they were

doing. You and Yorgi are practically

twins. Two nihilistic fashion victims

who make a lot of noise but don't

say much.

XANDER:

Don't judge a comic book by it's

cover.

PETRA:

You agree with a lot of what he says,

don't you.

XANDER:

I know where he's coming from. The

only thing I really don't get is why

he dumped you. Up until I found that

out, I thought his judgment was pretty

sound.

PETRA:

Don't even start. I'll be honest, I

don't trust you. Bur lets pretend

for a minute that what you say is

true, that I want to leave. What can

you do about it?

XANDER:

The people I know want facts, the

kinds of things an insider would

know. They're interested in putting

Anarchy 99 out of business.

PETRA:

All I have to do is risk my life

providing you with these facts.

XANDER:

We could work together. Then maybe

we could both get the hell out of

here. There's a beach in Bora Bora

with my name on it.

PETRA:

A beach named X? That I'd like to

see.

XANDER:

So there you have it. I guess you

just have to ask yourself, how bad

to you want out?

She thinks on it. Then her cell phone RINGS.

PETRA:

(into phone)

Da!

KIRILL (O.S.)

(on phone)

Listen very carefully, Petra. We

think Cage may be an American agent,

do you understand what I'm telling

you?

PETRA:

(into phone)

Yes.

KIRILL (O.S.)

(on phone)

Don't worry, I've got your back. I'm

right across the street, above the

bakery. Just bring him outside and

let me do the rest.

Kirill hangs up. She looks back at Xander, shell shocked.

XANDER:

What's up? Is there a problem?

She studies his eyes, decides to risk it.

PETRA:

They tell me you're an American agent.

XANDER:

What are you talking about?

PETRA:

There's no more time for games. They

made you. There's a sniper out front

waiting to put a bullet in your eye.

Tell me if it's true.

XANDER:

It's a long story, but yeah, more or

less.

PETRA:

Jesus Christ. You're going to have

to go out the back. The data that

you copied with your toy. Tomorrow,

at six o'clock. Look it up. We're

taking a trip. Be there at six and

you'll have plenty to tell your

people.

XANDER:

If I go out the back, he'll know

you've warned me.

PETRA:

That's alright, I'll figure something

out.

XANDER:

Not an option. Just get up slowly

like everything's cool. Petra, trust

me. You just hung yourself out to

dry for me, I'm not gonna let you

down.

EXT. BAKERY ROOF - DAY

Kirill lays on his stomach, peering into the scope of his

SILENCED SNIPER RIFLE.

P.O.V. Through scope - he can faintly see them inside the

crowded restaurant. Xander and Petra are making their way

towards the exit.

KIRILL:

Nice and easy, Petra...

INT. ROMANTIC RESTAURANT - DAY

They work their way through the lunchtime crowd.

PETRA:

I can't let this happen. I want you

to go out the back. I'll make up

some excuse.

XANDER:

They'll kill you, you know they will.

Besides, there is no back door. Keep

smiling. Ready? Now.

EXT. ROMANTIC RESTAURANT - DAY

Xander's timed it perfectly so that just as they get to the

door, a BUS passes by.

Kirill keeps focused, waiting for the bus to pass.

P.O.V. THROUGH SCOPE - Xander's head is sporadically visible

through the bus windows.

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