XXX Page #9

INT. DIRTY APARTMENT - DAY

Xander is having coffee at his window when his communicator

RINGS.

XANDER:

(into phone)

I guess you got my E-mail. I set up

a purchase. Ten cars.

INTERCUT WITH GIBBONS IN INFORMATION ROOM

GIBBONS:

If you're trying to push my buttons,

you're on the right track. Don't

make me question my own judgment, X.

XANDER:

Buddy, you sent me here to get close

to their organization, that costs

money.

GIBBONS:

One point two million dollars? I did

not authorize you to spend one point

two million dollars!

XANDER:

I'm already on a first name basis

with these dudes, I got a deal set

up, you want me to hammer it or not?

GIBBONS:

We're not after car thieves here.

XANDER:

What the hell am I after? You're

telling me dick.

GIBBONS:

That information is classified. You're

there to gather information on their

operations, period.

XANDER:

Call me crazy, but I thought hooking

up a million dollar deal was a great

way to get on their good side. What

else? You gonna hassle me about the

weapons and spy stuff too?

GIBBONS:

My friend, if you're planning on

crossing me...

XANDER:

I know, poison needles in my shins.

You've got 36 hours. Peace, out.

Xander hangs up.

INT. SAM TANNICK'S OFFICE - DAY

Gibbons stands before Sam's desk. Sam scans over the

communiqu�.

SAM TANNICK:

Ridiculous. Cut him off. I'm sorry

Gibbons, you pulled up a shark this

time.

GIBBONS:

I think we should send him whatever

he wants.

SAM TANNICK:

You what? A wire transfer of this

size?

GIBBONS:

If it means getting Silent Night

back, absolutely.

SAM TANNICK:

You're talking about a very expensive

risk here.

GIBBONS:

He's gotten closer in 24 hours than

all of the other operatives combined.

He got us an account number to boot.

Now even if he's just dumb and lucky,

I say we back his play.

(beat)

I put him out there, Sam. If he

doesn't come up with the money,

they'll kill him. I can't let that

happen.

SAM TANNICK:

Why not? You were going to throw him

in a tub full of acid, weren't you?

Gibbons smiles.

SAM TANNICK:

Alright, do what you want. But keep

the screws on him. He's a wild card.

That could be either good or bad.

GIBBONS:

So the odds are up to fifty-fifty? I

can deal with that.

CUT TO:

EXT. CZECH POLICE BUILDING - ROOFTOP - DAY

A HELICOPTER comes flying in, a MAN standing out on the strut.

He's a disgruntled GADGET WRANGLER from the NSA. His name is

TOBY LEE SHAVERS.

Slovo and Xander watch from a distance as a series of METAL

CASES is unloaded by CZECH COPS. Slovo lets out a low whistle.

SLOVO:

Your government must know something

we don't.

Shavers walks up to them.

SHAVERS:

Hate those Russkie choppers. Rattle-

trap pieces of garbage. I'm agent

Shavers. Toby Lee Shavers. I'm looking

for what's his name. Three X' s.

XANDER:

That's would be me.

Shavers gives him a disapproving look.

SHAVERS:

Figures. You got someplace we can

spread out my gear or what? I mean

today.

Slovo gestures towards the stairs and Shavers marches off,

muttering to himself.

SLOVO:

I'll leave you two alone to talk.

XANDER:

Yeah, thanks a lot.

INT. CZECH POLICE BUILDING - BASEMENT TRAINING AREA - DAY

Down in the basement there is a SHOOTING RANGE along one

wall. A squad of CZECH COPS is BLASTING AWAY. They become

distracted by the noise in the middle of the room.

One of the metal boxes has been dropped by a Cop. The rest

are spread out in front of Xander, Slovo and Shavers.

SHAVERS:

Back off, just go away you klutz.

Alright, here's the story. The items

in these cases belong to me. I

designed them, built them, and was

going to use them in the field myself

until you showed up.

XANDER:

I stole your beat, huh? Guess you

forgot to brown-nose the right people.

SHAVERS:

Is that supposed to be funny? I'm

not laughing. I've worked for ten

years to get my shot at being a field

agent, funny boy. And ar the last

minute I get bumped by you, some

reject from the Ozzfest.

XANDER:

Why don't you show me some gear before

you get hurt.

SHAVERS:

Listen to you. Right away, sir,

anything you say, sir.

Shavers pops open the first metal case. Inside are various

GADGETS laid into the molded carbon fiber lining.

XANDER:

What is all this? I didn't even order

some of this stuff.

Shavers holds up a small METAL BALL.

SHAVERS:

You're gonna need it, rookie, trust

me.

The metal ball unrolls into a six legged ROBOT INSECT.

SHAVERS:

An all-terrain mobile video monitoring

system for surveillance. I call it

the "Roach Cam". See the little camera

it's got for a head?

Xander picks it up.

XANDER:

Kinda looks like you.

Shavers snatches it back. He puts on a METAL GLOVE, it's

fingers are SHARP TALONS.

SHAVERS:

"Terminator" climbing claws.

He CLAMPS the claw onto the metal case. It holds fast.

SHAVERS:

Miniature power cams set in on

contact, giving you a sure grip on

any surface.

XANDER:

They come in any other styles or

colors?

He tosses the glove aside, pulls out a DART GUN.

SHAVERS:

This is your standard dart gun.

XANDER:

That one I'm real familiar with.

Shavers displays a case of DARTS.

SHAVERS:

You've got your chromium knock-out

dart, microphone listening dart,

explosive dart, even one with a

splatter blood packet, whatever you

need. They also come in a special

9mm casing for use with your service

pistol.

Xander pulls out some SUPER BINOCULARS.

SHAVERS:

Multi-view binoculars. Nine different

enhanced vision modes, plus a digital

camera.

Xander looks through them, starts cycling through the

different modes.

BINOCULAR P.O.V. - we see the various modes as Xander scans

the grounds.

SHAVERS:

Infrared, starlight... Even a special

"penetrator" mode to see through

walls, curtains, almost anything...

Xander aims at the shooting range.

BINOCULAR P.O.V. - we see through the clothes of the FEMALE

COPS on the shooting range. (PG-13 style, of course). We can

even see the INNER WORKINGS of their GUNS. One of the Female

Cops turns and gives Xander an approving look.

XANDER:

I think I'll hang on to these.

SHAVERS:

Think again, that's government

property. You have to sign for

everything. I've got one more that

wasn't on your list.

Shavers pulls out a JUMPSUIT.

XANDER:

From the Beastie Boys collection?

SHAVERS:

It's a stakeout suit. It's got food,

water, recording gear, anything you

need for covert spying. It's all-

weather, fire retardant, and if you

give this buckle a sharp pull, the

whole outfit deploys into a parachute.

XANDER:

You're joking, right?

Shavers just gives him a deadpan look.

SHAVERS:

Now that I've given you the overview,

we're going to spend the next couple

hours going into extensive operational

detail.

XANDER:

I thought that was in detail.

As Shavers drones on, Xander hangs his head.

EXT. WAREHOUSE DISTRICT - DAY

The TEN BLACK MARKET EUROPEAN SPORTS CARS are loaded on two

TRANSPORT TRUCKS. Mafiya BODYGUARDS keep watch.

The Ivans (in Teamster garb) inspect the cars while Xander

supervises. Anders hovers around him.

ANDERS:

So what you think? Beautiful!

Sitting in an OFFICE watching are Yorgi, Kirill and Petra.

Petra has a LAPTOP.

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