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At the last moment he throws out a "bucket" and his PARACHUTE

OPENS.

EXT. STREET LEVEL - NIGHT

The bicycle comes flying down and SMASHES into the pavement.

It bounces a full TWO STORIES back up before coming to rest.

Xander glides down and makes his landing. Accomplices #4 and

#5 rush out to help him gather up his chute and jump in the

van. SIRENS APPROACH as the van makes it's escape.

As COP CARS screech up to the skyscraper, one of them RUNS

OVER the smoking wreckage of the bike.

SLAM TO:

TITLE SEQUENCE - HARDCORE MUSIC plays as we see a flowing

TAPESTRY OF FLORID TATTOOS. SILHOUETTED against this backdrop

we see the OUTLINES of NUDE WOMEN riding BMX BIKES in a HALF-

PIPE, BLADING ever obstacles, SKY SURFING and doing street

SKATE TRICKS. It's a collision of outlandish imagery that

tells you one thing: This ain't your daddy's spy movie.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT

Xander, now on a MOTORCYCLE, zips through traffic. He's

smiling, leaning it way over on the turns. He's got another

BACKPACK on his back.

EXT. LOFT DISTRICT - DOWNTOWN - NIGHT

Xander drives his motorcycle into the garage of his building.

INT. XANDER'S LOFT APARTMENT - NIGHT

A FREIGHT ELEVATOR rises up, bringing Xander and his

motorcycle into the loft.

There are EXTREME SPORTS ACTION POSTERS on the walls,

MOTORCYCLE PARTS and BARBELLS on the floor, and everywhere

there's EXTREME SPORTS EQUIPMENT of every description.

XANDER:

Sky, you there? Start packin' cause

we are out of here!

There's a NEATLY FOLDED FLAG hanging in a slightly crooked

FRAME on the wall. Xander straightens it as he goes by.

He hears her in the sectioned off "bedroom" and heads back

there.

XANDER:

Did I promise you a fat vacation or

what? Get ready to get down in

paradise.

He comes into the bedroom to find SKY, his long-suffering

girlfriend. She's a wannabe artist type. She's got SUITCASES

and BOXES scattered around and she's PACKING.

XANDER:

Hey, you don't need all this just to

go on vacation. Unless this ain't

for going on vacation...

SKY:

I'm through, Xander.

XANDER:

I can see that. Why?

SKY:

You run around with maniacs jumping

motorcycles in the desert, you break

36 bones crashing wave runners and

snowboarding off cliffs, all with no

health insurance... It's insane, I

can't take it anymore.

XANDER:

I'm having fun, what's the problem?

SKY:

You have all this talent, and you

waste it. You won't take a single

endorsement deal. Meanwhile those

other guys have their own video games!

But no, you've got too much

"integrity" for that.

XANDER:

I don't wanna go mersh, you know

that. But hey, if this is about

money...

He opens up the backpack, revealing WADS OF CASH.

XANDER:

I got an advance on the next bootleg.

Let's get out of here, just you and

me. We'll chill out in Bora Bora for

a couple months.

She sorts through the money.

SKY:

French Polynesia? This wouldn't last

us a week in a cheap hotel. Do you

know how expensive it is down there?

XANDER:

Alright, so I'll get more.

SKY:

It's not about the money, X! You

never plan for anything. I can't

live like that anymore, I need some

stability.

XANDER:

Well if you're bailing, I guess I'd

better give you your surprise now.

He pulls off his shirt. Pierced through his nipple is a

DIAMOND ENGAGEMENT RING.

SKY:

What...?

XANDER:

I was gonna wait till the islands,

but...

SKY:

You're serious?

XANDER:

Of course I'm serious. I bought it,

didn't I?

SKY:

(shakes her head)

This is so typical. I can't believe

you. I've barely seen you for the

last three weeks and now this? Are

you out of your mind?

XANDER:

I don't know. I thought this is what

you wanted. You want stability, here

it is.

SKY:

You can't just propose to me out of

nowhere. You think that's going to

solve our problems? I'm sorry, X. It

was a kick for a while, but it's

over. You're just not going anywhere.

XANDER:

You're not exactly "going anywhere"

yourself.

SKY:

You're wrong about that. I'm heading

out that door right now.

She heads towards the front door.

Just then the door BLOWS IN.

CRASH! -- the windows SMASH IN too. Then the LIGHTS GO OUT

as STORMTROOPERS in black body armor rush in, weapons drawn.

It's a blur of FLASHLIGHTS, PISTOLS and JACK BOOTS. It's

scary as hell. A professional take-down.

They slam Xander against the wall.

Just like that it's quiet again. Sky hyperventilates, a gun

in her face.

XANDER:

She had nothing to do with the tower

jump. She's nobody. I just met her

last night. Tell them.

(with meaning)

I hardly know you.

The Stormtrooper looks at Sky. She nods. The Stormtroopers

take their guns off her.

Sky grabs up here stuff. She looks back at Xander.

SKY:

Keep the ring. It looks better on

you anyways.

She heads out.

XANDER:

God, I hate cops. What's the charges

this time?

The Stormtrooper pulls out a DART GUN and SHOOTS Xander. He

pulls a CHROME DART from his chest, examines it.

XANDER:

(groggy)

You... pussies...

Xander slides to the floor.

FADE TO BLACK.

INT. PAN'S DINER - DAY

A SIDEWAYS IMAGE: an out of focus COFFEE CREAMER.

Xander wakes up with his head on the counter of a DINER. He

shakes out the cobwebs.

XANDER:

What the hell?

WHIP PAN as a WAITRESS walks by. Xander blinks.

XANDER:

Hey. Where am I? How did I get here?

WAITRESS:

I don't know, you wandered in ten

minutes ago and put your head down.

I told you we were closing.

Xander looks around, sees a TRUCKER chewing with his mouth

open. A SALESMAN buried in his NEWSPAPER.

Xander gets up. Where the hell is he? He takes a step towards

the door.

WAITRESS:

Want some coffee?

XANDER:

Huh?

The Waitress pours him coffee. QUICK PUSH TO: her hands are

shaking.

XANDER:

You alright?

WAITRESS:

(smiles)

Fine, just fine. Come on and sit.

I'll get you something to eat.

XANDER:

Yeah, sure.

Xander sits. When he swigs his coffee, he notices something

written on his napkin in shaky ballpoint: "S.O.S."

What the hell? He looks at the Trucker. The Trucker's staring

at the waitress. QUICK PUSH TO: The Trucker has a BULGE

underneath his vest... then PUSH TO: The Salesman's eyes

darting about suspiciously, newspaper pulled up to his nose.

Something is going down...

He hears a SLOWED DOWN VOICE and glances back at the Trucker,

who's now fixing him with a DEATH STARE. Xander snaps from

his reverie.

XANDER:

What?

TRUCKER:

I said, you got a problem, boy?

XANDER:

Problem? No, no problem. You go right

ahead.

TRUCKER:

With what? I said, go right on ahead

with what?

XANDER:

Whatever, dude.

The Trucker and the Salesman look at each other. Suddenly

they jump up.

The Trucker pulls a PISTOL from his vest, the Salesman

brandishes the SHOTGUN he had behind the paper. The Waitress

cringes.

TRUCKER:

Alright, nobody make a move!

(to Xander)

Shoulda walked away when you had the

chance, dumb sh*t.

SALESMAN:

Forget him, Buck, let's just do it.

TRUCKER:

Shut up!

(in Xander's face)

You keep still or I'm gonna make

damn sure you stop breathing today.

Got that?

Xander stays strangely calm, his senses now fully focused.

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