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XANDER:

(shrugs)

Alright, "Buck", whatever you say.

The Waitress let's out a whimper.

TRUCKER:

Keep your gotdam mouth shut and empty

that register! Couldn't just let him

leave, could ya! You know what I'm

gonna do to ya for that? Huh? Do

ya?!

She goes to open the register and knocks a tray of glasses

on the floor. Xander springs into action.

He CHOPS down on the Trucker's arm and ELBOWS him in the

face.

Xander twists the gun out of his hand and kicks his legs out

from under him.

The Salesman pumps on his shotgun, but it seems to be jammed.

XANDER:

Better shoot me quick.

The Salesman fights with his gun but can't get it to work.

Xander advances on him.

XANDER:

Too late!

He unleashes with a series of rapid front kicks to the jaw.

The Salesman goes crashing through the kitchen doors.

Xander turns to the terrified Waitress.

XANDER:

Alright, b*tch, what's going on?

She stares at him, unable to speak. He raises the gun.

XANDER:

Talk! What's the game? Who are you

people?

The front door bell JINGLES. A guy with an impeccably tailored

suit and a cane hobbles in. It's Gibbons. There a problem,

Mr. Cage?

XANDER:

Who the hell are you?

GIBBONS:

The name's Gibbons. You were saying?

XANDER:

What is this place?

GIBBONS:

Looks like a diner.

XANDER:

Diner, huh? Let me tell you what the

problem is. I wake up drugged to

find what? You've got a "salesman"

over here reading a three week old

newspaper. He's pulling a 211 with a

"trucker", who happens to be packing

a cop issue H&K 9mm. I get tipped

that something is going down when

she passes me a note. How's that for

twisted logic? How did she know there

was trouble unless they pulled the

guns before I "walked" in? And if

that's true, why'd they stop and

wait until I woke up to gaffle the

money? Then I notice how beefy they

both are. Hell, even the waitress is

cut. All three of them look like

they went through the same training

program. Ergo they ain't strangers

and this isn't what it seems. That's

how I knew yo-yo wouldn't get a round

off even if I gave him all day. Why?

He aims at the Waitress and FIRES! She's startled, but unhurt.

XANDER:

Cuz there's nothing but blanks in

these guns. And no offense, but their

performances were terrible.

Xander tosses the gun on the counter. Gibbons gives a sly

smile.

GIBBONS:

Not bad. Not bad at all. Have a seat.

Gibbons sits in a booth. Xander sits across from him. In the

background the Waitress helps the Trucker and Salesman up.

GIBBONS:

Most guys we ran through this either

took off or helped them rob the place.

I expected you to do the same.

XANDER:

That shows me already that you don't

have a clue. What's it to you, anyway?

GIBBONS:

Whether you thought this was for

real or not, you jumped in and helped

the waitress on instinct. That tells

me something about your character.

XANDER:

Good for you. Now why don't you stop

wasting my time and tell me what you

want. You didn't go through all this

for my benefit.

GIBBONS:

It's your lucky day. You just might

get the chance to pay back our

wonderful country for all the freedom

you enjoy.

XANDER:

A Fed, I shoulda known. Who else

would have this kind of budget? Now

you're gonna hit me with the sales

pitch.

GIBBONS:

Alright, Cage, you've got me. This

is one of those moments. "Many are

called, few are chosen", that kind

of thing. Your government needs you.

Are you up for the challenge?

XANDER:

..If you're trolling around for narcs,

man, have you got the wrong guy.

GIBBONS:

Why is that?

XANDER:

Look at me, dude, do I look like a

fan of law enforcement? Forget the

tests, you shoulda just asked me. I

woulda saved you a lot of trouble.

GIBBONS:

Oh I don't know, I think the tests

work pretty well. Sometimes they

give me answers you wouldn't admit

to in a million years.

XANDER:

Are we done now? You've got nothing

on me. So if you ain't booking me,

I'm walking.

GIBBONS:

You've got this wrong. You're not

under arrest, you've been abducted.

And until I say different, you belong

to me.

XANDER:

Is that a fact?

GIBBONS:

Sure as gravity. I've had a feeling

about you from the start, Cage. It's

nausea.

XANDER:

(smiles)

You know what I hate? Any scumbag

with a clean shirt and a bad haircut

can get one of those tin stars and

suddenly they think they're God.

GIBBONS:

(smiles)

You know what I hate? It's always

the a**holes that pass the tests.

There's a POP and Xander clutches his stomach. Gibbons tosses

his DART GUN onto the table. Xander blinks at him.

He pulls another CHROME DART from his gut and examines it.

XANDER:

You bastards love to see me sleep.

WHACK! He goes face down on the table.

CUT TO BLACK:

CLOSE ON - XANDER'S FACE

He comes to, blinking in low RED LIGHT. He's shocked to find

that he's...

INT. AIRPLANE - TWILIGHT

Xander's on the floor of a military aircraft. TWO OTHER TOUGH

GUYS are waking up next to him. One's a greaser named VIRG,

the other is T.J., ex-Navy.

Xander notices as they each pull out CHROME DARTS. They sit

up, looking at each other. Xander chuckles.

VIRG:

What's so damn funny?

XANDER:

Been to any good diners lately?

The three laugh, realizing they're all in the same boat.

T.J.

We must be the final "candidates".

They quiet down as they notice for the first time, THEY ARE

NOT ALONE.

Sitting silently on benches facing them are SOLDIERS DRESSED

IN BLACK. They wear BLACK MASKS over their faces. They are a

nasty looking BLACK OPS TEAM.

XANDER:

Nobody told me this was a costume

party.

The Black Ops Team, just stares.

T.J.

I've worked with guys like this

before. Black Ops. Serious government

spooks.

Virg notices something STRAPPED TO HIS BODY. They all have

them.

VIRG:

Heads up, man. What's this thing on

my back?

XANDER:

A parachute. This does not argue

well.

Then the red light switches to GREEN.

One of the Soldiers opens the JUMP DOOR. The rest of the

team advances on Xander, Virg and T.J.

VIRG:

This is bullshit! Hey!

They drag Virg to the door and THROW HIM OUT. T.J. goes next,

kicking and fighting.

Then they turn on Xander.

XANDER:

I get the picture.

Xander jumps out on his own.

We see him tumbling away from the airplane. Far below his

chute BLOSSOMS OPEN.

EXT. A FIELD - TWILIGHT

We see three chutes coming down. The first two HIT HARD.

We ROCKET IN on the last chute as Xander lands like a pro.

The other guys run up to him. Then they hear SHOUTING in

SPANISH.

VIRG:

Jee-zus, man! What the hell now?

Another damn test?

T.J.

We should head for those trees.

XANDER:

Don't look at me, brother. It's every

man for himself.

They wrestle out of their chutes and push past each other as

they TAKE OFF IN DIFFERENT DIRECTIONS.

Xander runs low down a culvert. There's SHOUTING all around.

He flattens down and crawls up over the rise. What he sees

stuns him.

XANDER:

You gotta be kidding me.

We crane up to reveal A FIELD OF POT PLANTS. There's a COCAINE

PROCESSING PLANT along the field's edge. The whole place

looks exactly like a Central American DRUG FARM.

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