Hard to Kill

Writers: Steven Pressfield, Ronald Shusett, Steven Seagal

Genres: Action, Romance

 

HARD TO KILL

                  Revised Screenplay by
   Steven Pressfield & Ronald Shusett & Steven Seagal

                        Story by
             Steven Seagal & Ronald Shusett
          & Steven Pressfield & Bruce Malmuth

           Based on an Original Screenplay by
                      Steven McKay




             FOR EDUCATIONAL PURPOSES ONLY




FINAL DRAFT
February 17, 1989



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FADE IN:


EXT. HOLLYWOOD HILLS HOUSE - EARLY EVENING

A modest but handsome home in the foothills above Gower.

SUPERIMPOSE: "1983"

A young boy, SONNY STORM, rushes out -- excited but pouty
and a little peeved. He glowers at a 1981 Mercury, parked
at the curb -- then turns back toward the house.

                          SONNY
                  (calls back to
                   house)
           Daddy! I don't want you to go!


MASON STORM

emerges from the house -- wearing a dark Gianni Versace
sport coat with a black vest underneath, carrying some
kind of case in his hand. He looks great -- a man of
action, not dandified at all by the snappy attire. He
squints down toward Sonny, proudly -- very much the family
man.

Mason's pretty wife, FELICIA, appears in the doorway.

                          FELICIA
                  (calls to Sonny)
           Your father has work to do, Sonny
           ... but he'll be home soon. And
           we'll all watch it together.

                          SONNY
           You promise, Dad?

                          STORM
           I promise.

Storm and Felicia come down to car, his arm around her.
Sonny grabs his father's shirtsleeve.

                          SONNY
           Daddy ...
                  (very serious)
           Daddy, is E.T. gonna win?

                          STORM
           He's got my vote.

Storm laughs and ruffles his son's hair.

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                         FELICIA
                 (tight to Storm)
          I want you back early. Tonight's
          the night those little starlets are
          crawling all over town.

                        STORM
          Don't worry. I'll beat 'em off
          with a stick.

He kisses Felicia, ready to leave.

                          SONNY
          Daddy
                 (wants him to
                  stay)
          What about my joke?

Storm lifts Sonny up into his arms. He gives the boy
100% of his attention, speaks just for him.

                          STORM
          Knock knock.

                          SONNY
          Who's there?

                          STORM
          Old lady.

                          SONNY
          Old lady who?

                         STORM
          I didn't know you could yodel.

Sonny may not get the joke, but he laughs delightedly --
just because it's his dad telling it. Storm kisses him
and sets him down.

                         FELICIA
                 (to Storm)
          Take my advice: Don't give up your
          day job.

TITLES BEGIN.


INT. STORM'S CAR - MOVING - POV THROUGH WINDSHIELD NIGHT

Freeway traffic. Smoke in the sky ... flames ... the oil
refineries south of Torrance. A police RADIO is on, LOW,
and we can hear the SQUAWKING COMMUNIQUES in the b.g.

We become aware of a black limousine, ahead in the traffic.

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REVERSE ANGLE - STORM

as he drives.    Intense now -- mind focused.    Radio handset
in his hand.

                            STORM
                    (into handset)
             Karl ... wake up.


INTERCUT POLICE STATION - DETECTIVES ROOM - NIGHT

KARL BECKER, Storm's partner, a nice guy in shirtsleeves
with a huge nautical-type wristwatch. He's wide awake
all right -- eager for this call.

                            KARL
                    (into radio)
             I'm here, Mase. Where are you


EXT. HARBOR FREEWAY - NIGHT

Storm's Mercury moves discreetly, tailing the limo.

                            STORM
             On the Harbor ... south of Torrance.
             I got Calabrese right in my
             gunsights.


WITH STORM

                            STORM
             If I had a Sidewinder missile, I
             could save the taxpayers a lot of
             money.

Suddenly he is more alert, slowing the car.


LIMO

veers toward an upcoming exit ramp.

                            STORM (V.O.)
             Here he goes. I'm shutting down
             the radio, partner.


ANGLE ON SIGN

PORT OF LOS ANGELES
SAN PEDRO TERMINAL
PIER 65

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As the limo passes and, moments later, Storm's car.

                          KARL (V.O.)
           Keep off the skyline, amigo.
                  (by the way)
           Lou Gossett just won Best Supporting.

TITLES END.


EXT. COMMERCIAL PIER - NIGHT

The limousine  slowly moves   up beside a stand-alone shack
near the edge  of the wharf.    The shack is an open shelter
with a broad  overhang, and   various kinds of equipment
stored inside  it. A single    bulb illuminates it. The
limo comes to  rest, engine   off, no apparent activity in
or out of the  vehicle.


STORM'S CAR

pulls up at a distance, deep in shadow.


INT. STORM'S CAR - NIGHT

He switches OFF the RADIO, twists a telephoto night lens
onto a specially silenced 8mm surveillance film camera;
he primes a portable sound deck in the case he's been
carrying. A quick check of the .45 in his shoulder
holster, then he exits the car.


ON STORM

Moving carefully onto the wharf, keeping to shadow, using
cover.


EXT. WHARF - NIGHT

Stacks of huge shipping crates and Sea-Land containers
from a long wall along the cluttered dock. The towering
hulks of several ships loom close by. Storm finds a slot
between bulk containers: a good surveillance point.

                             STORM
           Let's go, boys.     I'm missing the
           Oscars.

He is less than forty yards away, looking lengthwise down
the car from its rear. A beat, as Storm picks up the
sound before we do.

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STORM'S POV - STATION WAGON

A paneled, expensive model approaches. The wagon pulls
up, a short distance from the limo. A man gets out from
the wagon. A beat later, the driver exits the limo.
Both are armed. They check out the area, in all
directions.


SHACK

One man crosses under the eave of the shack -- reaches
up, SMASHES the single LIGHT BULB. The spot goes dark.


WITH STORM

Seeing the doors open on both cars. A mature man,
CALABRESE, and his stocky confederate, VITALE, step from
the limo. TWO other MEN -- one wearing a stylish hat,
the other bareheaded -- step from the wagon. They cross
to the shadowed, shack area.

                             STORM (O.S.)
                    (to himself,
                     softly)
             I know you, Calabrese. But who are
             these mystery guests?

The two Shadow Men are obscured by the shack and the
position of Calabrese and Vitale.


STORM

Starts his camera soundlessly whirring. He positions his
high-tech directional mike, slipping on earphones.


WHARF - CONSPIRATORS

There is NOISE from various wharf MACHINERY on adjacent
piers, but the high-tech listening equipment still brings
in the sound with acceptable clarity.

                            CALABRESE
             -- Murder is a serious business, my
             friend. And an expensive one.

                            SHADOW MAN WITH HAT
             You'll be well compensated,
             Calabrese. Money now -- and a lot
             more when I get into that office.
             You can take that to the bank.

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THROUGH TELEPHOTO LENS

Despite the shadows, it's plain the Man With The Hat is
in his prime, full of vigor and impatience. Calabrese,
by contrast, is clearly older, more circumspect.

                          CALABRESE
           Slowly ... slowly. Always with
           caution.

                           SHADOW MAN WITH HAT
           I'm up to here with caution! That
           fuck lives on bean curd and alfalfa
           sprouts -- he ain't gonna die of
           natural causes.

                          CALABRESE
           All I'm counseling is a little
           patience. The man is public. He's
           in the paper every day.

                          SHADOW MAN WITH HAT
           Yeah? Well, the next time I read
           about him, it better be in the
           obituaries.


ON STORM

He squints over the camera, straining to see with the
naked eve Frustration


ANGLE - CALABRESE AND VITALE

Glancing to each other. They're tough guys, but in some
hard-to-define way, the two Shadow Men are tougher.

                          BAREHEADED SHADOW MAN
           Enough bullshit. Can you do the
           job or not? If you can't -

                          VITALE
           We'll do it.


STORM

Knowing he's on to something super hot.

                          STORM
                  (to himself,
                   soft but intense)
           Who are you? Get out of those
           shadows --

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It's driving him crazy that he can't make out the Shadow
Men's faces. He peers around the wharf, looking for some
better vantage point.


SHACK - CONSPIRATORS

keep talking.


ANGLE - STORM

Darting closer, using the row of bulk containers for cover.
He takes up a new position, nearer the shack re-aims the
camera.


LOOKOUT #1 (MIKEY)

hears something -- peers directly at the spot where Storm
is hiding.


STORM

ducks quickly back out of sight. As he does this, his
earphone cord catches on something. yanking the phone
off Storm's head. He cannot hear what the conspirators
say next -- but the audience can.


CONSPIRATORS

                         SHADOW MAN WITH HAT
          The job is a light plane ... a Lear
          P61. We want it to take off -- we
          don't want it to land.

Calabrese becomes aware of Mikey checking out the noise;
he motions the conspirators to shut up, then signals Mikey
to proceed. Mikey cocks his pistol, moves swiftly toward
the line of containers.


SHADOW MAN WITH HAT

steps forward into the light. His face comes clearly
into view. Well dressed, magnetic, Bobby Kennedy-ish --
he is L.A. Assemblyman VERNON TRENT.

                         TRENT (SHADOW MAN WITH HAT)
                 (to Calabrese,
                  with menace)
          You told us this dock was clean --

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STORM'S HIDING PLACE - MIKEY

steps around one container (out of view of the other men)
to the exact spot where Storm was. But Storm isn't there.
Mikey is about to check farther, when out of nowhere:

Storm lashes out with a savage punch to the face. The
blow is so devastating it knocks Mikey's feet out from
under him so that he topples face-forward into Storm's
arms, out cold. Storm soundlessly lowers the lookout to
the ground.

Storm shakes a sore hand and notices it's cut. Kneeling
down to the outstretched heap, he finds the cause of his
injury -- one of Mikey's teeth wiggles freely in his
fingers. Storm plucks the tooth and folds it inside the
big guy's hand.

                         STORM
                 (re: the fairy)
          A quarter's a quarter.


WHARF - SHACK

Calabrese and Vitale are getting uneasy.

                         CALABRESE
          Mikey! Quit playing with yourself
          back there.
                 (no response)
          Mikey --

Guns come out.   Calabrese and Vitale start this way --


STORM

bolts back up the wharf, toward his car.


CALABRESE AND VITALE

hurry up to their fallen comrade. They see Storm 50 yards
back up the pier, fleeing. Vitale takes off after him at
a dead run. At that instant:


TRENT

moves INTO FRAME beside Calabrese. The Bareheaded Shadow
Man with him is Police Captain DAN HOLLAND (in civilian
business suit) -- 21 years on the force, hard as nails.

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CONSPIRATORS' POV

They see Vitale pull up, on foot, as Storm's CAR ROARS
OFF into the darkness. Vitale seems close enough to pick
out the license number.


BACK TO TRENT

As his face moves into the light.     Merciless, implacable.

                           TRENT
                   (to Calabrese)
            Whoever that sonofabitch is, I don't
            want him to get an hour older.

                           CALABRESE
            He won't, Mr. Assemblyman.


CALABRESE'S LIMO

speeds up beside the conspirators. Calabrese gets in,
the limo whips off down the wharf to pick up Vitale and
take off after Storm.


TRENT AND HOLLAND

stand watching -- grim, furious.


INT. POLICE STATION - DETECTIVES ROOM - NIGHT

A burly plainclothesman, MAX DUNNE, waves his phone
receiver at Karl, Storm's partner, who's still at the
desk where we last saw him. A TV across the room tuned
to the ACADEMY AWARDS.

                           DUNNE
            Karl -- Storm on three.


INTERCUT:

MINI-MALL PHONE BOOTH

Storm in a phone booth, crummy neighborhood near Torrance.
Karl punches line three, picks up his phone.

                           KARL
            You throwing away dimes now?

                           STORM
            This doesn't go out over the air,
            pal. For your ears only.

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                         KARL
                 (getting out
                  note pad)
          What's going down?

                         STORM
          Calabrese. I just got his ass --
          on candid camera.

                         KARL
          You're full of shit!

                         STORM
          Him and his gorilla Vitale. I got
          film and audio on both of them,
          laying out a hit. Two other guys I
          couldn't make out, but I'm sure
          they'll come up on the film. This
          is a big one, Carlito. Our own
          academy award. You ready?

                           KARL
                   (taking notes)
          Shoot.

                         STORM
          I want you to track down Morgensteen
          right now. If he's with that meter
          maid from Pico, crank her legs apart
          and pry him out of there.

                         KARL
          He ain't gonna be happy.

                          STORM
          Screw his happiness. Tell him I
          want the lab open at six-thirty
          tomorrow morning. I want this film
          pushed to the max, and nobody but
          us to know about it. I know we got
          something here.

                         KARL
          You bringing it in tonight?

                         STORM
          I promised my kid I'd be home.
          I'll be at the lab before dawn.

Storm hangs up.

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EXT. MINI-MALL - NIGHT

A crummy mini-mall around Torrance. Storm exits the phone
booth -- crosses toward a liquor store, which is still
open this late at night.


INT. LIQUOR STORE - NIGHT

Storm enters. A grimy, high-crime booze store.    Not
exactly the place to find Mumm's '36.

                         STORM
          How ya doing?
                 (looking around)
          Got any champagne?

The grizzled MAN behind the counter checks out Storm's
Versace threads.

                         COUNTER MAN
          Right next to the caviar.
                 (winks; points)
          There's some in the big cooler.

Storm likes the guy.    He notes the man's MINI-TV tuned to
WRESTLING.

                         STORM
          You're not watching the Oscars?

                           COUNTER MAN
          The Oscars?    I hate the Oscars.

Storm crosses to the cooler.

                         COUNTER MAN
          Who needs the goddam movies? I get
          it all in here every night.
                 (indicates his
                  view from behind
                  counter)
          Horror. Sex. Freaks. Violence.
          And I ain't gotta pay no four bucks.

Storm pulls a bottle from the cooler. He notices, on a
high shelf, a big stuffed toy. Something for Sonny.
Storm stretches up, grabs it. Suddenly:

He notices something in the big convex shoplifting mirror.
Something approaching from outside.

                         STORM
                 (to Counter Man)
          You got a phone back there?

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                          COUNTER MAN
          Why ?

                         STORM
                 (orders him)
          Punch nine-one-one.

The Man hesitates, letting a few precious seconds pass.
Three Latino PUNKS enter the store. One of them carries
a long-barreled shotgun.

                         COUNTER MAN
          Sonsofbitches! You creeps ripped
          me off two weeks ago!

                          SHOTGUN PUNK
          Shut up.

He gestures to the register.

                          COUNTER MAN
          Take it, man.   Take my life's
          savings.

He scoops bills from the cash drawer (about twenty bucks)
shoves them to the Shotgun Punk. The Punk scowls --

                         COUNTER MAN
          Where is a cop when you goddam need
          one?
                 (to Punks,
                  threatening)
          I got half a mind to come out there
          and teach you sonofabitch --

Shotgun Punk FIRES without warning -- point blank into
the counter display and the Man! The Counter Man is BLOWN
backwards -- cabinets crash; he crumples, groaning and
bloody onto the floor!

                         SHOTGUN PUNK
          Now you got half a mind, old man.

Punk #2 scoops up the money.   The three Punks saunter up
and surround Storm.

Storm looks down at their feet, then to their faces and
smiles. Shotgun Punk points the gun at Storm's face.

                         SHOTGUN PUNK
          What are you grinning at, pindejo?

                         STORM
          We ... ell ... there's only three
          of you and you only got one shot
          left.

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The Punks don't know whether to laugh or just shoot him,
but it is too late for either option, as Storm suddenly
spins between the Punks and behind the gun.

The SHOTGUN GOES OFF and BLOWS away part of the back WALL --
BOTTLES EXPLODE -- Storm locks the Punk's fingers into
the gun, rotates the gun as a bar, breaking the Punk's
arm.

The others make their move -- but now Storm has the shotgun
and is using it as a sword or staff. He looks like a
true master conductor in an almost magical manipulation.
These pour stupid Punks have become the instruments in
his spontaneous orchestra.

Punk #2 takes a vicious swipe at Storm with his long knife.
Storm ducks, goes to his knees, and uses the gun to foot-
sweep the Punk. The Punk's legs fly skyward and his head
slams against the floor. As soon as he hits, the shotgun
is slammed through his teeth.

The last Punk has produced an icepick and is staring at
his compadres in disbelief. He and Storm square off.

                         STORM
                 (to Punk, calmly)
          I know what you're thinking.    I
          have this big shotgun and all   you
          have is that little icepick.    Mine's
          bigger than yours. It's not    fair.

Storm sets the gun down.    Punk #3 is still frozen.

                            STORM
          Still not fair?

Storm gets down on his knees.

                         STORM
          Don't wait for the blindfold,
          maricon.

                         PUNK #3
                 (clutching the
                  ice pick tightly)
          Chinga tu madre!

The Punk lungs, thrusting the ice pick with lightning
speed at Storm's face.

Storm makes a slight movement, parries the thrust and
slides his body behind the Punk, simultaneously slamming
his forearm into the rear knee joint.

The Punk buckles and Storm now has one of his legs in
both arms and pins the other leg with his left knee.

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We see the leg held in Storm's arms begin to twist ...
and with a blood-curdling scream we hear a LOUD SNAP.

SIRENS are heard approaching outside.


EXT. LIQUOR STORE - NIGHT

Black and whites pack the   parking lot. Police ambulances
make ready to haul off the   three Punks. T he Counter
Man, bandaged on a gurney,   is wheeled out by paramedics.
One medic catches Storm's   eye -- flashes a gesture
indicating the Counter Man   will be okay.

Storm finishes with two other DETECTIVES, obviously
buddies, as they complete their on-site notes. The
champagne bottle rests on the hood of their car.

                         DETECTIVE #1
          You were armed, Storm -- why didn't
          you just use your gun?

                         STORM
          I just got these new glazer bullets.
          You know they're almost a buck a
          pop now?

He grabs the champagne, takes off for his car.


INT. STORM'S CAR - TRAVELING - NIGHT

Chuck Mangione's "Feels So Good" PLAYS in the TAPE DECK.
Storm listens for a few beats, as if letting the horn
cool him out after the liquor store action. Then he ejects
the tape decisively -- reaches into his camera case, pulls
out the surveillance tape from tonight. He punches this
tape into the deck.

Storm listens. The part where the Shadow Man with the
hat (Trent) says, "You'll be well compensated. Money now --
and more when I get into that office. You can take that
to the bank." Storm CRANKS UP the VOLUME.

                         STORM
          I know that voice.

Who the hell is it?   He rewinds the tape --


EXT. STREET - STORM'S HOUSE - NIGHT

Storm's car turns into the block, slows approaching his
house.

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INT. STORM'S CAR - TRAVELING - NIGHT

Still listening. Can't place the voice. Punches " eject,"
the tape pops half-out. Into the driveway, Storm activates
the garage door remote.


INT. GARAGE - NIGHT

Storm's car stops, headlights go out. The garage door
closes. Storm gets out, carrying his camera case,
champagne and the big stuffed toy. He takes a couple of
steps toward the door to the house, then stops, remembering -

He leans back into the car, yanks the surveillance tape
from the deck. Hands full, he tucks the tape into a inside
pocket of his Versace vest.


INT. STORM'S HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT

It's late; just a courtesy lamp left on for Storm. He
pulls the tapes and recorder from his case, stashes the
case out of sight. He grabs a couple of champagne glasses --


INT. STORM'S HOUSE - STAIRWAY - STORM

tiptoes toward the bedroom. Felicia appears at the top
of the stairs, wearing panties and a teddy top. She smiles
seeing the big toy, shooshes Storm --


ANGLE FROM SONNY'S ROOM

Storm stops outside his boy's room, looking in. Felicia
tiptoes up beside him. Sonny sprawls loose-limbed on the
bed in his Woody Woodpecker pajamas.

                         STORM
          Wish I could sleep like that.

                         FELICIA
          Maybe I can help you.

She tugs Storm sexily toward the bedroom --

                         SONNY
          Is that for me, Dad?

Storm stops, toy in hand --

                          STORM
          You faker.

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He comes into the room, sits on the edge of Sonny's bed --
tousling his son's hair with great affection. Sonny takes
the stuffed toy sleepily, pulls it into bed beside him.

                          SONNY
          E.T. lost.

Storm knows E.T. is not just a movie character to Sonny;
he's a real person.

                          STORM
          Who won?

                          SONNY
          I dunno.   Candy.

                          STORM
          Candy?

                         FELICIA
                 (from doorway)
          Mahatma Candy. He was a great man.

Storm moves closer to his son. He sees how much E.T.'s
loss has hurt his son, and wants to make it better.

                         STORM
                 (very gently)
          You know why E.T. lost?

                          SONNY
          Why?

                         STORM
          Cause they only let grownups vote.
          If kids had voted --

                         SONNY
                 (cheered by
                  this)
          -- We would have gave E.T.
          everything!

                         STORM
          We would have given him everything.

                          SONNY
          Yeah.

Storm starts to rise.

                         SONNY
                 (wants him to
                  stay)
          Daddy -- tell me a knock-knock.

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                         STORM
          You know the rules.
                 (pulls covers
                  up)
          One joke a day. I have to make 'em
          last.

Already Sonny is most of the way back to sleep.   Storm
kisses his forehead --


INT. MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

INSERT - JOHNNY CARSON - 1982 "TONIGHT SHOW"

In mid-joke behind his famous desk.

Storm and Felicia forms obscure part of the screen --
standing close to each other, beside the bed. Felicia
helps him off with his jacket.

                         FELICIA
          There's blood on your jacket.

                          STORM
          It's okay.   It's not mine.

Storm's hands dump his stuff onto the bedside table --
camera, tapes from case, gun. He gathers the glasses,
pours champagne.

Felicia watches her husband. She plainly loves him deeply --
and is held and excited by his contradictions. They come
closer together, clinking their glasses, sipping.

                         FELICIA
          If people knew how sweet you are,
          they'd never be scared of you.

She kisses him seductively, unbuttoning his shirt at the
collar. Storm still wears the vest.

                         FELICIA
          I'm not scared of you.

                         STORM
          Maybe you should be.

                          FELICIA
                 (closer,
                  increasing
                  passion)
          Why? Are you planning on doing
          something to me?

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                         STORM
          A couple of things crossed my mind,
          in the car coming home.

Another kiss. They get their glasses out of the way,
Storm lowers his wife languidly onto the bed. They begin
kissing more deeply. Storm helps Felicia slide out of
her teddy top; her beautiful breasts rise into the light.
Storm begins to kiss them, she moans with pleasure. The
lovemaking increases in intensity, Felicia's hand groping
to open Storm's pants. He begins to help her, guiding
her legs apart --

                         FELICIA
                 (in mid-kiss)
          Door's open.

Not missing a beat, Storm grabs a heavy pillow, heaves it --
without looking -- at the door.

ANGLE FROM HALLWAY - BEDROOM DOOR

The pillow strikes it, starting it swinging closed. Storm
and Felicia's forms, on the bed, are eclipsed. Sound
from the "CARSON SHOW" DROPS DOWN -


INT. STORM'S HOUSE - ANOTHER HALLWAY - NIGHT

TWO MEN -- carrying shotguns, faces hidden by masks --
move soundlessly down a hall. A terrible alien presence
within this normal American household. The men turn a
corner into a different hallway --


MEN'S POV - MOVING - HAND-HELD

At the end of this new hall: the bedroom door.


ANGLE - TWO MEN

creeping closer.


BEDROOM - STORM AND FELICIA

Their passion highly aroused now. Felicia's legs wrapped
tight around Storm... their breathing, combined with the
TV sound, seems like it would obscure the men's silent
movement out in the hall. But:

Storm suddenly freezes.   Listening.

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                            FELICIA
                    (frightened)
            What?

Storm lunges for his .45 on the nightstand. Suddenly
LOUD and VIOLENT CRASH and the bedroom door is kicked in.
Two dark figures with shotguns leveled fill the door.

There is an eruption of GUNFIRE and blinding muzzle blast
and smoke. In the dim light for a moment we do not know
what has happened, then:


STORM'S POV

We see one of the assassins thrown backward, jacket blown
open at the shoulder.

                                                SWITCH TO:


ASSASSIN'S PARTNER'S POV

We see Storm hit badly at close range. He takes it in
the right center mass. It looks like his right arm is
torn off as his .45 is literally blown across the room.
Felicia is now hysterically screaming -- but not for long --
as she is mortally wounded. We are sure Storm will
collapse and this horror will be over, but Storm rushes
the remaining assailant, and tilting his body sideways as
he enters, he avoids one more ferocious BLAST.

The momentum of Storm's quick spin catches the assailant
perfectly, and like a fast spinning top slammed against
another, Storm has the puppet by the strings. He clamps
down with his left and only good hand on the assailant's
right hand, and uses it against the gun as a tool for
more torque. Spinning him around until he is at the peak
of his circle, Storm with all his might spins his whole
body in the opposite direction quickly, using the whipping
effect of his shoulder and hip to snap the assailant's
wrist and flip him violently.

There is a LOUD CRACK and   scream as he lands on his head
and neck, and then -- from   the side, point-blank --another
ferocious SHOTGUN BLAST --   Storm is blown into the air
and back onto the bed from   which he came.

                                         QUICK CUTAWAY TO:


INT. KARL BECKER'S BEDROOM - ANGLE ON DIFFERENT SHOTGUNS

BOOMING! Karl (Storm's partner) being BLASTED. No chance
at all as he takes the full brunt of MULTIPLE BLASTS.

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We recognize the large nautical wristwatch he wears as he
falls to the floor --

                                                  BACK TO:


INT. STORM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

The scene of slaughter we just left. Now in perfect
stillness and quiet we HIGH ANGLE PAN DOWN the room in
...


SLOW MOTION:

Down feathers   slowly float down toward the terribly sad
and lifeless   bodies of Storm and Felicia.  Holes pepper
walls; lamps   obliterated; beds and pillows not even a
semblance of   their original form; crimson red and white
smoke.


BEDROOM - NORMAL SPEED

The two assassins recover themselves.    Bigger Man's
shoulder: limp and bloody.

                           LITTLE MAN
                   (re: Big Man's
                    wound)
          Man.

                         BIG MAN
                 (he's tough)
          Get to work.

They do. Big Man collects tapes and camera from the
bedside table, replacing them with large lumps of cocaine
and cash. Then lie coolly places something on the night
stand directly in front of the lifeless cop's face -- it
is a tooth.

Little Man rifles Storm's pockets, including the Versace
jacket beside the bed.

                         LITTLE MAN
                 (patting Storm's
                  pants pockets)
          You got the tapes?

                         BIG MAN
                 (re: what he
                  grabbed from
                  the table)
          I got a shitload of 'em.

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Little Man is just about to search Storm's vest when he
looks up and sees:


BEDROOM DOORWAY - SONNY

Storm's little boy stands there, in his Woody Woodpecker
pajamas, holding the stuffed toy. He stares in numb
horror.


LITTLE MAN (FORD)

without hesitation pumps his SHOTGUN, aims at the boy.
Sonny dashes from the bedroom as the BLAST rips the door
behind him!


SONNY'S ROOM - SONNY

streaks to the window, heaves against the sash --


HALLWAY - TWO MEN

Big Man (Dunne) boots Sonny's door open, crashes in --


SONNY'S ROOM - WINDOW

Sonny plunges out just as both men OPEN FIRE. They pound
ROUND after ROUND into and through the window, blowing
GLASS everywhere and ripping the windowframe and half the
wall to shreds. An ALARM begins BLARING. The men glance
to each other, flee.


EXT. STORM'S HOUSE - FRONT WALK - NIGHT

ALARM CONTINUING. The men emerge walking swiftly but not
running, shotguns tight to their sides. They cross the
street to a sedan parked in shadows. Up goes the trunk:
in go shotguns, plastic bag with tapes -- and their masks,
which they have just torn off.


INT. SEDAN - NIGHT

Little Man whips behind the wheel. He is Jack Ford, an
extremely bad hombre we've never seen before. He STARTS
the CAR. Big Man in the passenger seat. We recognize
him! He is Max Dunne -- the burly man who took Storm's
phone call in the police station and passed the receiver
to Karl.

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                           DUNNE (BIG MAN)
           Punch it.


EXT. STREET - NIGHT

The sedan speeds away.


INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - TRACKING SHOT - LIEUTENANT
O'MALLEY - NIGHT

A tall and heavy Irishman, built like a tank, with
beautiful baby-blue eyes.

He hurries down the corridor, radiating intensity. Several
cops with him. They turn a corner into a second corridor.

                           O'MALLEY
           Jesus Christ.


O'MALLEYS POV - CORRIDOR OUTSIDE EMERGENCY ROOM

Jammed with cops, officials, newspeople.     A circus.


O'MALLEY

strides forward into the crush.

ASSEMBLYMAN TRENT AND CAPTAIN HOLLAND

side by side in the mob scene. We recognize the two Shadow
Men from the wharf -- the ones who ordered Storm's murder.
Under the glare of a mini-cam lamp, a female TV reporter
tries to get Trent to talk.

                          TRENT
                  (emotional)
           knew Storm from when I was City
           Attorney ... and he was a young
           homicide detective -
                  (choking back
                   tears)
           We worked on... cases ... together
           ...
                  (can't go on)
           I'm sorry ... sorry --

Trent's grief is so sincere, he himself almost believes
it; his aides shield him from the camera, steer him away,
in the direction of where O'Malley is. Holland goes the
opposite way. The reporter picks up her V.O.:

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                          TV REPORTER (V.O.)
           That was Assemblyman Vernon Trent,
           deeply moved by the loss of an
           officer he knew, (etc.).

Medics wheel Felicia's body past, one bloody forearm
visible beneath the sheet.

                          TRENT
           What makes people do this?
                  (in tears, agony)
           Will you tell me? Will someone please
           tell me?!!

O'Malley watches Trent pass, weeping, escorted out by
police and aides.

Across the crowd O'Malley spots Captain Holland, who
apparently is the man he's searching for.

                          O'MALLEY
                  (calls)
           Holland! Captain Holland!

In the general hubbub, Holland doesn't hear -- conferring
with some other officers.

ANGLE PAST HOLLAND - EMERGENCY ROOM

THROUGH the glass partition, we see doctors and nurses
going about their examination of Storm's body.


O'MALLEY

pushes his way toward Holland. Two uniformed cops in the
crush along the way. O'Malley comes up beside Holland.

                          HOLLAND (BAREHEADED SHADOW)
           They always said Storm was
           superhuman. Now we know why he was
           always jacked up on coke!

O'Malley grabs Holland, slams him against the glass wall.

                          O'MALLEY
                  (whisper, full
                   of menace)
           Let me tell you something, you piss-
           ant. That man in there was the
           cleanest I ever knew -- with more
           honor and guts than this whole
           department put together. If I ever
           hear you say fuck all like that
           again, I'll lose my shield to put
           you where you belong.

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O'Malley releases Holland, backs off, calming himself.
The men stare at each other.

                         HOLLAND
                 (hostile)
          What the hell's I.A. doing up at
          this hour?

                         O'MALLEY
          Taking over the show.

                         HOLLAND
          This is Homicide, not Internal
          Affairs.

O'Malley tugs out a letter on official stationery.

                         O'MALLEY
          We got two cops down, with money
          and drugs all over the place. This
          is straight from the commissioner.

Holland is clearly upset by this, but knows he can't argue
with a letter from the commissioner. Reluctantly he yields.
He turns his gaze back to the stretcher in the ER.

Now he and O'Malley are just two officers, sharing a loss.

                         HOLLAND
          You and Storm were tight, O'Malley.
          I'm sorry.

                         O'MALLEY
          He was the most unstoppable
          sonofabitch I ever knew.

                          HOLLAND
          Well.

He got stopped tonight.

Holland breaks his stare at Storm's body and drags away,
signaling his own cops to vacate. They exit. No farewells
between Holland and O'Malley. O'Malley waits silently,
watching Holland and his men clear the corridor and
disappear.


DOCTOR

emerges from the emergency room.

                         E.R. DOCTOR
          Excuse me, are you with the police?

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                          O'MALLEY
                  (dully, showing
                   ID)
           Lieutenant O'Malley. What've you
           got, Doc?

                          E.R. DOCTOR
           I've got a live cop, is what I've
           got.


INT. E.R. TRAUMA ROOM

O'Malley stares at Storm's body, stunned. The Doctor
stands beside him -- at the side of the room, away from
the medics.

                          E.R. DOCTOR
           The paramedics called it wrong, so
           did my people at first. Look... it
           happens. The man had no vital signs.
           With all the blood and excitement,
           I almost missed it myself. But we
           have a pulse now. Your man is alive,
           Lieutenant.

O'Malley's eyes flash from Storm (over whom the medics
are now working) to the corridor outside, at the end of
which he can see several straggling cops and news people.
His mind is racing --

He spots something on a stainless steel medical table:
Storm's blood-soaked vest, apparently tossed there when
the medics stripped Storm to work on him. O'Malley picks
the vest up. He studies it -


INSERT - VEST

The surveillance tape Storm stashed is still there!


O'MALLEY

slips the cassette into his pocket. O'Malley makes a
decision. Turns intensely toward the Doctor.

                          O'MALLEY
           Who else knows he isn't dead?

                          E.R. DOCTOR
           No one ... just the people in her.
           But --

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                         O'MALLEY
          I want to see each one of them before
          they leave the room. No one else
          comes in as of right now.

                            E.R. DOCTOR
          Hold on.     I don't think you --

O'Malley steers the Doctor into a corner.

                         O'MALLEY
                 (eyeball to
                  eyeball)
          Mason Storm is going to vanish,
          Doctor -- and you're gonna help
          make it happen. Until he can give
          us some answers, the deader he is,
          the safer he is.


CLOSE - STORM

The man could be dead, but the reality is he has survived
and still lives.

                                              QUICK FADE TO:


MONTAGE - WITH SCORE


A) L.A. TIMES FRONT PAGE

"SENATOR CALDWELL KILLED IN SIERRA PLANE CRASH. Photo of
Senator Caldwell, photo of light plane crash in mountains.


B) CLOSE - TV - LOCAL NEWS

Photo of Trent, with capitol in b.g.

                         NEWS ANCHOR (V.O.)
          -- The governor today appointed
          dashing L.A. Assemblyman Vernon
          Trent to the Senate seat vacated by
          the tragic death of --


C) INT. COMA WARD - NIGHT

Scene of still sadness, motionless bodies in beds. An
elderly nurse tends to patients ... one of them is Storm.

D) SAN FRANCISC0 CHRONICLE FRONT PAGE

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"TRENT WINS SECOND TERM." Subhead: "POPULAR SENATOR TOUTED
FOR VP SLOT IN '92." Photo of Trent with wife and kids.


E) INT. COMA WARD - NIGHT

Storm in a different bed, different side of the ward.
Different nurse. Monitors depict EEG, etc. MUSIC DOWN,
sequence ends --


EXT. NIGHT SKY - THUNDERSTORM (STOCK)

A THUNDERBOLT CRACKS -- lightning, rain sheeting down.

SUPER: "SEVEN YEARS LATER"


INT. (UCI) MEDICAL FACILITY - COMA WARD - NIGHT

We hear RAIN O.S. as two hallway swinging doors open and --


ANDREA SIMPSON ("ANDY")

strides through. Raincoat, wet hair ... carrying a small
clothing bag, armload of books and notes. Andy is serious
and businesslike but underneath it all, she is the most
sensuous and beautiful woman you have ever seen.


ANGLE - NURSES' STATION

MARTHA COE, an attractive black nurse about Andy's age,
finishes her shift report. She barely pays attention as
Andy comes up, starts unloading her stuff.

                         MARTHA
          You're early again.

                         ANDY
                 (deadpan)
          You won't report me, will you?

Andy gulps from Martha's coffee cup. We see they're good
friends, who've split shifts on this ward for many moons.

                         ANDY
                 (re: shift report)
          Inquiring minds want to know --


INT. COMA WARD - NIGHT

Martha and Andy, with the shift report.

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                         MARTHA
          -- Dr. Cannon ordered a glucose
          drip on Jimmy See. Mack's E.E.G.
          monitor's developing a nice
          electronic hiccup -- and your
          boyfriend...
                 (indicating
                  Storm)
          ... turned his head.

                            ANDY
                    (electrified)
          He did?

In a coma ward, this is headline news.

                         MARTHA
                 (excited too)
          I thought he was going to sit up.
          I almost shit!

The nurses laugh. But Andy's glance toward Storm's bed
is full of deep care and hope.


INT. COMA WARD - CLOSE ON STORM - LATER

Changed in seven years, softer. His shaggy    hair is
manicured in a sleeker, longer length and he   wears a
smartly short, perfectly trimmed beard. We    glimpse, on
Storm's chart, the identifying label: "JOHN   DOE 461Z."


ANGLE - BEDS OF OTHER PATIENTS

trapped between sleep and death.    A spectral, haunting
scene, full of pathos.


BESIDE STORM'S BED - ANDY

works, full of beauty and youth -- like a beacon of life
and hope in this silent still world. She runs a physical
therapy regimen on Storm and seems quite expert at this
delicate work. The "workouts" are electronically induced
by sophisticated impulse equipment.

                          ANDY
                 (gently, with
                   compassion and
                   hope)
          -- Can you hear me, John Doe? I
          don't care what the doctors say, I
          know my words are reaching you
          somehow.
                          (MORE)

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                             ANDY (CONT'D)
             I'm going to  talk to you tonight...
             and tomorrow  night ... and the night
             after that.  I'm going to keep talking
             to you till  you come back --

On the shelf behind his head is a framed photo of Yogi
Berra, with the quote: "IT AIN'T OVER TILL IT'S OVER.
Andy lifts it and sets it an the pillow beside Storm's
head.

                            ANDY
             Yogi said it ain't over till it's
             over. Till the fat lady sings.
             There's life in you, J.D., I feel
             it. I'll never give up on you, and
             you'll never give up on yourself --

She finishes working out Storm's muscles, beginning
disconnecting the contact points. She stops, lifts the
robe off Storm so that she can see his lower body, naked,
underneath.

                            ANDY
             Besides ... you've got so much to
             live for.

As Andy replaces the sheet, her WRISTWATCH ALARM BEEPS a
reminder. Checking the watch, she leans over and smooths
Storm's sheet, touching him tenderly.

                             ANDY
             Sorry.   I won't be long.

She exits.


INT. EMPLOYEE SNACK KITCHEN - NIGHT

Martha pouring herself a cup of coffee.     Andy comes in.

                            MARTHA
             How's the sleeping prince?

Andy crosses to the counter, starts pouring herself a cup
too.

                             ANDY
             Still sleeping.
                    (serious)
             It's bad enough when it's old people.
             But a young handsome guy --

Her voice trails off.

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                         MARTHA
          Don't let this job get you, honey.
          It's eight hours, not twenty-four.
          Get out, meet somebody ... get laid --

                         ANDY
                 (with a grin)
          You can have my orgasms, Martha.
          I'll make up for 'em later.


INT. COMA WARD - CLOSE ON STORM - NIGHT

His hand moves! A beat ... then another. Something's
happening. Another beat, and then we see him draw several
sharp intake breaths, then a very deep breath. Suddenly
he shudders intensely --


MONTAGE - SUBLIMINAL SEQUENCE

Storm's return to consciousness. Like a disjointed dream
sequence, we meld OPTICALLY DISTORTED FOOTAGE of scenes
into a quick sequence depicting Storm's journey up the
"tunnel" from unconsciousness and back to life:

A) Storm emerging from the door of his house, the night
of the Oscars. Felicia smiling, taking his arm --

B) Sonny's bedroom, the night of the Oscars.   Sonny with,
the stuffed toy, embracing Storm --

C) The masked assassins. SHOTGUN BLASTS detonating point
blank into Storm and Felicia --


INT. COMA WARD - STORM

His eyes open. He grimaces with pain, as if even the dim
illumination of the ward blinds him. His eyes keep
blinking and squeezing, his tongue working for saliva --


INT. NURSES' STATION - ANDY

Alone, doing paperwork, concentrating totally on her work.


INT. COMA WARD - STORM

His hand slowly rises, finds his face. He discovers the
electrodes, pausing to determine what they are, everything
a slow painful effort.

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INT. NURSES' STATION - ANDY

A BUZZER sounds on a bank of monitoring equipment. Andy
glances up; a light flashes on one screen. She studies
the screen a moment, gives a perplexed look toward the
ward --


INT. COMA WARD

Andy enters, scanning the area, listening. She moves
down the row of patients, visually checking each. She
stops at Storm and checks him, too.

Storm's eyes are closed; he's motionless.

Andy turns, starts to exit.

                           STORM
                   (in b.g., weakly,
                    directly behind)
            -- Nurse ...

Andy whips around, sucking air and falling back, knocking
over an IV UNIT -- which SHATTERS on the floor!

She turns and sprints from the room.


INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - TRACKING STORM'S GURNEY - NIGHT

As we crash through  doors WITH it. MOVING FAST. Knotted
around Storm is an  emergency team of doctors and nurses.
A controlled chaos  of AD LIB status reports and queries
from them overlaps  as the doors swing shut behind them.

Andy is left alone on the coma ward.


INT. NURSES' STATION - NIGHT

Andy unlocks a drawer, pulls out a laminated card from
the record notice section. She picks up a phone, punches
in a long series of numbers.


INTERCUT:


INT. PRECINCT HOUSE - DETECTIVES' ROOM - NIGHT

The PHONE on someone's desk begins RINGING.   JONES, a
plainclothesman, picks it up.

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                         JONES
          Internal affairs. Detective Sergeant
          Jones.

                         ANDY
          My name is Andrea Simpson. I'm
          calling from U.C.I. Medical Center.
          I'd like to speak with
                 (reads from
                  card)
          Captain O'Malley.

Wheels start to turn in Jones' head.

                         JONES
          What is this in regard to, please?

                         ANDY
          I have a John Doe coma patient,
          code access 461 zebra, with
          instructions to notify upon any
          change in condition.

                         JONES
          What is the change?

                         ANDY
                 (with enthusiasm)
          The patient has regained
          consciousness.

Jones reacts -- puts his hand over the receiver, turns to
a leather-faced plainclothesman (NOLAN) at the next desk.

                          JONES
                 (urgent)
          Nolan. Get Holland at home ...
          right now.
                 (back to Andy
                  on phone)
          I'm sorry, Ms. Simpson. Captain
          O'Malley is no longer with this
          division. Let me take your
          information. Please ... contact no
          one else on this matter.


INT. COMA WARD - NIGHT

Storm back in bed. A knot of doctors finishes returning
him from their emergency resuscitation work. "We'll leave
him here for tonight, where they've got the full support
setup." The team wraps up and begins to move off.

The TEAM LEADER instructs Andy in Storm's immediate
condition and care.

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                         DOCTOR (TEAM LEADER)
          -- Clip him with 50 cc of Thorazine
          if he gives you any trouble. I'm
          afraid he's very disoriented and
          quite paranoid. He thinks people
          are trying to kill him.

The team exits. Andy is alone in the ward with the
immobile patients -- and Storm. Storm groans and tries
to lift himself onto an elbow.

                         STORM
          Miss ... please ... they won't tell
          me ... think I'm too disorient --

                         ANDY
          This is U.C.I. Medical Center.
          You've been in a coma. Your charts
          go back for seven years.

                          STORM
                 (staggered)
          Seven... years?

He can't absorb this.   It's too much.   His mind reels.

                         STORM
          Who ... who knows I'm awake?

                         ANDY
                 (innocent
                  enthusiasm)
          It's all over the hospital. You're
          the first one that's come out of a
          coma of this duration. You'll
          probably be on the news!
                 (beat)
          You'll be famous!

                         STORM
                 (struggles to
                  sit up; fails)
          Listen to me carefully --
                 (reads her name
                  tag)
          -- Andy. I don't have the strength
          to talk much. I'm a cop. My wife
          ... family ... murdered. That's
          how I got here. If you don't get
          me out ... you and I ... good chance
          ... both be dead.

                         ANDY
          Please -- you're in no danger here.

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She touches him kindly -- but Storm sees that she doesn't
believe him, thinks he's paranoid.

                         STORM
          Goddamit --
                 (urgent but
                  weak)
          can't stay here. Listen to me -

                         ANDY
          I'll have one of the aides take you
          down the hall for hydrotherapy.
          It'll help you relax.

                         STORM
          No --

                         ANDY
          Listen... I've got work to do.
          You're my cutest patient, but you're
          not my only one.

She leaves. Storm blows a sigh of frustration. His body
won't do what his brain tells it! In half-paralyzed rage
he struggles to move his limbs, open and close his hands --


INT. EMERGENCY ROOM - FIRST FLOOR - NIGHT

An accident case being hurried in from an ambulance.
Paramedics, E.R. personnel and patients fill the scene.
A bespectacled doctor in a white coat casually emerges
from the crush and continues on into a hallway.


ANGLE - DOCTOR

This is no doctor; it's Jack Ford, one of the killers who
shotgunned Storm seven years ago!


INT. HYDROTHERAPY ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION

DANNY, an aide, has Storm harnessed in a frothing
whirlpool.


INT. FIRST FLOOR/MAIN DIRECTORY - CONTINUOUS ACTION

Several nurses chat and drink coffee at a clerical station.
Ford comes up - nameplate, stethoscope, looking the part
perfectly. We see him exchange a greeting, ask a question.
One of the nurses hands him a clipboard with some papers
on it. As the killer scans the clipboard -RUSS, the
security man, approaches.

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Ford averts his face subtly, continuing to study the list.
Russ passes, with a greeting for the nurses -- and a
(slightly unsure) nod for the killer. The killer nods
back.

SECOND FLOOR SUPPLY ROOM - CONTINUOUS ACTION

Andy arrives and goes about business.


INT. THIRD FLOOR ELEVATORS - CONTINUOUS ACTION

A set of DOORS DINGS open.   Ford steps out.


INT. COMA WARD - CONTINUOUS ACTION

Eerie ultraviolet; motionless forms; steady HUM of
monitoring EQUIPMENT -- and the shuffle of the killer's
shoes ... moving purposefully from bed to bed checking
each chart for the right name.


INT. THIRD-FLOOR NORTH CORRIDOR - CONTINUOUS ACTION

Danny helps Storm out of the tub.


INT. COMA WARD - CLOSE ON FORD - CONTINUOUS ACTION

Checking the chart in the dim blue when -- a flashlight
ray suddenly hits his face ...

                          RUSS
           Excuse me, Doctor. I have to check
           everyone on the upper floors.
                  (comes forward,
                   no suspicion)
           Can I just get your I.D. --

PHHT!   Russ takes the SILENCED SHOT right between the
eyes.   His body collapses in a heap there in the entry.


INT. THIRD-FLOOR CORRIDOR

Danny wheels Storm through the big swinging doors.
Suddenly -- he freezes.


DANNY'S POV

He sees Russ's partial body in the doorway up the hall
recognizable because of its security uniform trousers.

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DANNY

reacts as if fearing Russ has had a heart attack. He
leaves Storm, rushes forward to investigate. Storm strains
to see.


INT. DOORWAY TO COMA WARD

                            DANNY
                    (dashes up)
            Russ!   Russ, are you --

PHHT!   PHHT!   Danny sprawls onto the floor, dead.


INT. CLOSE ON STORM

Doesn't need to see to recognize that sound. He gropes
at once for the wall corner, trying to propel his litter
back through the swinging doors and out of sight.

Storm strains for it, his limbs maddeningly uncooperative
... stretching, pawing ... until -- he claws far enough
to reach where the janitor's mop rests against the wall.


COMA WARD - HALLWAY - FORD

steps into the hallway, peering up and down -- just as
Storm slides out of view. The killer grabs Danny's body
by the ankles, to drag it back out of sight. Just then:


ANDY

backs   through the double doors at the other end of the
hall,   trying to balance an overloaded tray of supplies
she's   carrying. She and Ford are momentarily in full
view   of each other ... but backs turned. Suddenly --
Ford   hears Andy! He spins ... gun ready.

Andy carefully   heads   that way -- the two corpses visible
ahead and the   killer   poised to waste her. But she's
concentrating   on the   overloaded tray, traveling closer
... closer ...   until   -- she turns off into the medicine
room.

Ford swiftly hauls both corpses out of sight.


AT ELEVATORS

Storm weakly, awkwardly "rows" himself toward the elevators
with the mop handle. Then using his hands, trying to
grasp the wall and push himself along.

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He makes it within reach of the call button and stabs at
it with the mop handle. Misses. Again. Then: bull's-
eye! The light comes on!


INT. COMA WARD

Ford has found the last (Storm's) medical chart -- and
the empty bed. He's heading back -- frustrated, angry
out toward the hall when... the elevator BELL DINGS.


AT ELEVATORS

Storm struggles to push himself inside. Everything an
excruciating effort. The doors slap into his litter,
trying to close. Reopen. Close. Reopen. Hindering him
as he throws a look toward --


INT. CORRIDOR - FORD

stalks this way, ears tuned to the SLAPPING DOORS ahead
around the corner. He breaks into a trot --


ELEVATORS - STORM

makes it all the way in with a final heave.   FOOTSTEPS
nearing. The doors not yet closed and --


INT. CORRIDOR - FORD

rounds the corner just as they shut.   Races forward --


INT. ELEVATOR

Storm jabs at the panel for the lobby button -- but the
shaky mop handle hits 7TH FLOOR instead.

                         STORM
          Sonofabitch!

THIRD-FLOOR CORRIDOR - AT ELEVATORS

The killer hears this -- hears the ELEVATOR START UP. He
punches the call button. The other elevator opens. He
plunges in just as:


SOUTH CORRIDOR - ANDY

comes out of the medicine room and spots blood on the
floor, hurries forward -- sees Russ and Danny's bodies!

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She backs off in horror.

Andy rushes to the ward station, lunges for the phone --
finds it's been cut. Her view into the coma room suddenly
brings the realization that Storm's bed is still gone.


STORM'S ELEVATOR

The doors open -- revealing   a dark, deserted seventh floor
still under construction.    He registers the opposing
elevator rising his way --   jabbing again at the control
panel ... exposed there ...   doors wide open.  Wild stabs.
Any button will do -- just   close the goddam door!

DING! Ford's ELEVATOR arrives. Doors open. We make out
the killer's form -- just as Storm's doors close.

Storm blows huge relief. Looks to see what he finally
pushed ... Shit! -- the 3RD FLOOR button. He puts the
mop to the side wall and shoves himself with all he's
got.  The gurney wheels around and places him right next
to the control panel. Storm twists onto his side and
slams a hand over the EMERGENCY STOP button. But the
button jams! And Storm's thrusting hand has pushed his
gurney even farther away! He can't reach it!

He feels the elevator about to stop at a floor ... claws
at the mop, as a weapon ... raises it with all his feeble
strength. The doors open and --

Andy crashes into him!

                            ANDY
             My God!

                            STORM
                    (hoarse, weak)
             -- Help me ...


INT. STAIRWELL - FORD

Pounding down the steps three at a time.    Gun in hand.


INT. LOBBY

Andy hauls Storm's litter full tilt out   of the elevator.
A night janitor is waxing the floor, his   long power cord
snaking down the corridor. He stares in    astonishment at
this nurse racing down the corridor with   a gurney --

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ANGLE - GURNEY

As its wheels hit the buffing machine cord.    The gurney
bucks, almost capsizes.

                           ANDY
          I'm sorry!    Sorry --

She heaves the gurney, despite all its weight, past the
power cord, just as:


FORD

hurtles from the stairwell. In one beat, he takes in the
janitor; in the next, Andy and Storm -- down the hall.
Ford takes off after them. He's going to catch them!


JANITOR

jerks up on the power cord! It whipsnakes down the hall,
flaring up, tripping Ford! He sprawls face-first as:


EXT. HOSPITAL - NIGHT

Andy blasts through the exit doors with Storm on the
gurney. She hauls ass with him into the parking lot --


BACK TO FORD

He spins, on the floor, drills TWO SILENCED SHOTS into
the janitor's chest. The janitor drops.


EXT. HOSPITAL EXIT - FORD

highballs from the doors, in time to see:


FORD'S POV - ACROSS PARKING LOT

A dark-colored CAR, its make indistinguishable in the
dark lot, SCREECHES into an exit lane and races out of
the lot.


PARKING LOT - FORD

hurries after it on foot.   Too late.   He pulls up.

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EMPTY GURNEY

rolls randomly INTO VIEW across the lot.

HIGH ANGLE - WIDE SHOT - PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - DAWN

Andy's car speeds up the PCH. Majestic Malibu Mountains
visible -- dawn sun shimmering the ocean with early light.


INT. ANDY'S CAR - MOVING - DAWN

Storm sprawled, asleep, exhausted, in the passenger seat.
Andy windblown at the wheel. A pair of fugitives, on the
run. The car pulls off the highway, past a sign for
"OJAI."


INT. L.A. COUNTY COURTHOUSE - MEETING ROOM - DAY

OPENING ON a   big table, covered with weapons confiscated
from gangs --   pistols, knives, assault rifles. Reporters
crowd around   Senator Trent at the table. A large sign
reads: "GANG   WEAPONS SEIZED IN ONE WEEK!"

                         TRENT
                 (to group,
                  finishing up)
          Six gang-related murders in one
          week. We're going to put a stop to
          it -- and we're going to start right
          here!

Trent picks an AK-47 off the table and stuffs it
theatrically into a huge TRASH CAN. News cameras record
this juicy nugget for the nightly news.

                         TRENT
          I'll be talking with the mayor.
          We'll have a statement shortly --

He raises a fist in a "power salute," moves off --


SIDE OF ROOM - TRENT

Waving and beaming, edges away to the "wings," where Ford
and Dunne wait, along with Holland -- proper and official
in their plainclothes suits.

                         TRENT
                 (to Holland,
                  furious)
          How much dirt do I have to shovel
          into this goddam Storm's grave?
                         (MORE)

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                         TRENT (CONT'D)
          Jesus Christ!
                 (turns to Ford)
          The man is flat out on a stretcher
          and you still can't kill him!

Reporters and bystanders continue to approach and
congratulate Trent. He handles them easily, shaking hands --
then ducking back, aside, to his thugs.

                         TRENT
          Holland -- plaster his ass with
          slime in the press. Put a tail on
          every person he knows --

                         HOLLAND
          We know how to do our job, Senator.

                         TRENT
          Then start showing it.
                 (to Ford, Dunne)
          I'm starring in that sonofabitch's
          home movie -- and the Oscar is thirty
          years in the slammer. He's toast,
          understand?

The assassins nod grimly. Trent turns, hands raised
triumphantly, to the crowd.

                         TRENT
                 (to crowd)
          We're going to end violence in this
          state -- and you can take that to
          the bank!


EXT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - DAY

A horse in sunshine.    Pretty oaks on a hillside beyond.


INT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - BEDR00M    DAY

Storm blinks his eyes   -- groggy, disoriented. He is in
bed, just waking up.    Outside his window: this postcard-
perfect ranch scene.    Has he died and gone to heaven? He
can barely absorb it:   nature, sunshine, life.

Storm peers around. He is alone in a pretty room, with
Western and Oriental furnishings. He's safe; someone has
apparently put him to bed, seen that he's comfortable.
He remembers: the nurse ... Andy.

A TV is on at the foot of the bed.     Storm squints at the
digital clock beside him: 4:17 PM.     Storm closes his eyes.

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                            STORM
            Seven years.

He struggles to sit. It takes all his strength simply to
get half-propped on pillows. Something jabs him. It's a
TV remote, on the sheet beside him. Storm picks it up.

After a beat, he manages to focus on the TV --

TV SCREEN - "GERALDO SHOW" (FILE TAPE)

Heated argument in progress. Suddenly Roy Innis leaps
from his chair, starts strangling a white supremacist
across from him. Melee. The stage flooded with shooting,
fist-fighting men. Geraldo's nose is broken!

                           ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
                   (from TV)
            -- Stay tuned for more of: Best of
            Geraldo!


BACK TO STORM

Dumbstruck.

                            STORM
            Geraldo?

Outside the HORSE WHINNIES loudly and rears up on its
hind legs. Storm turns toward the horse --

When Storm is turned away from the TV, a 10-second ad
comes on. Senator Trent waving and smiling to a crowd.

                           AD (V.O.)
                   (from TV)
            Senator Vernon Trent promises:   No
            new taxes!

                           TRENT (V.O.)
                   (from TV)
            And you can take that to the bank!

Storm misses this.     He turns back to:


TV SCREEN

An attractive female spokesperson speaks directly and
sincerely into camera.

                           FEMALE SPOKESPERSON (V.O.)
                   (from TV)
            -- If you want to sleep with me ...
            you better wear a Pharoah.

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A "product shot" of condom packages appears.

                         MALE ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
                 (from TV)
          Pharoah condoms. The only safer
          sex is no sex at all!


STORM

Certain the world has gone insane.


INT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

Andy at the wall phone.

                         ANDY
                 (into phone)
          can't come in to work, are you
          crazy?! I can't even go to my
          apartment! People are dead, Martha
          ... no, I can't tell you where I am
          ... you're better off not knowing --

Mini-TV on countertop.    On TV:   a photo of Storm.   Jack
Esposito reporting --

                         ANDY
                 (into phone)
          I am freaking A.W.O.L. I mean, what
          am I gonna do with this guy --
                 (pacing, anxious)
          I want to help him... my God, he
          needs it ... but it's all over the
          T.V., he's some kind of crooked cop
          with drugs and murder and --

CLICK. Andy turns to see Storm standing there, glowering       --
his hand on the PHONE hang-up bar.

For half a beat, Andy is frightened: unsure what this man
will do. Then Storm starts to collapse.

Andy rushes to him, supports him.

                         ANDY
          It's okay -- I'm here, I'm with
          you.


INT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

Storm on the couch, phone in hand -- Andy across from
him. The day's newspapers before them... TV ON in b.g.

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                           STORM
                   (into phone)
          Yeah,   that Esposito. The ignorant
          fuck   who's broadcasting the news
          right   now.
                   (listens)
          Tell   him it's Storm. Mason Storm.

Storm cups the receiver -- steaming -- waiting to be put
through. His eyes flash to the room, the house...

                         STORM
                 (to Andy)
          I can't stay here. They'll trace
          you from the hospital in two --

                          ANDY
                  (cuts him off)
          I told you -- no one knows I'm here!
          I'm house-sitting...
                  (out of patience,
                   frustrated and
                   frightened)
          This place belongs to a doctor friend
          of my parents. He's in China now,
          on research... won't be back for
          six months. The medical center
          only has my apartment address.
          Even my friends don't have this
          number.
                  (beat)
          Will you believe me?! We're safe
          here.

Storm studies her for a long beat.   Then:   a voice comes
onto the phone line.

                         STORM
                 (into phone)
          Esposito?
                 (furious)
          Listen, you sonofabitch --


EXT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE (OJAI) - EVENING

We see a little more of where we are: a pretty little
retreat, nestled amid rolling hills. With the evening
light, the mood seems softer.


INT. ARMSTEEAD HOUSE - LIVING ROCM - EVENING

Storm on a different couch -- very tired. Looking
terrible. Andy sits on the floor at the coffee table --a

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phone beside her, the table covered with notepads,
scribbled pages.

                         ANDY
          We'll find your friend O'Malley.
          We'll just keep phoning ...

                            STORM
          Listen.     I'm getting out of here.

He grabs for a cane resting against the sofa.

                         ANDY
                 (knows he has
                  no chance)
          I'll buy tickets to that.

                         STORM
          I just need some food -- and a few
          days to get my strength.

                          ANDY
          Days?   Try a few weeks.

Storm braces against the cane, ready to try to stand.
Andy gets up, to catch him. This infuriates Storm's pride.

                         STORM
          You helped me, okay? I'm grateful.
          But every day you keep helping puts
          you in more danger.

                         ANDY
                 (deadpan)
          Danger is my middle name.

This is no joke to Storm.

                         STORM
          I've been dead, Andy.      You wouldn't
          like it.

He tries to get up.    Andy stops him.

                          ANDY
          Hey, hey -- I don't think you get
          the picture here. Your muscles
          have been getting electronic
          stimulation at the hospital, but
          it's not like actually being up and
          bearing weight.

                         STORM
          You're the one who doesn't get the
          picture.
                         (MORE)

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                         STORM (CONT'D)
          First of all, I ain't no fucking
          invalid! And second, I don't have
          time --

He makes it upright, shaking, with a "See, I told you"
look.

He starts toward the kitchen. Andy looks very worried
but doesn't try to stop him. First step -- okay. Second --
okay. Third -- blam! The cane slips and he falls flat on
his face. Too weak to break the fall.


LOW ANGLE - STORM

We see his face on the carpet and a mean desperate
conviction in these eyes not to fail and not to give up.
He struggles to rise -- it is pitiful. He's on his knees
growling with effort. Cane propped up, he manages to
somehow stand again. One step ... two steps ... three,
four ... he's absolutely exhausted. Boom! Falls flat
again.


ANOTHER LOW ANGLE

Storm's face on the floor.


EXTREME CLOSEUP

Fury, frustration, despair --


ANDY

grabs his arm and helps him back onto the couch. She
exits the room and comes back momentarily with a bowl of
rice and begins to try to feed him. Of course he takes
the fork away and tries it himself, but by now his arms
are so fatigued from the previous strain that they shake,
his hand trembles and he misses his mouth -- getting the
rice all down his beard. Spilling a little too much to
ignore and at first it looks like he's going to explode.
He looks up at Andy, who looks so sad.

Storm breaks out laughing and so does Andy. They howl
together for a while and then settle down. Now Andy begins
to "help" feed Storm.


INT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - STORM'S BEDROOM - NIGHT

Storm is in bed -- writing something on a note pad.

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                         ANDY
                 (next to bed)
          Mata Hari -- at your service.

She looks at what Storm is writing: Chinese characters.
Storm writes from top to bottom, straight up and down.

                         STORM
          Just some herbs I need for my
          recovery.

She takes the list, studies it.

                         ANDY
          No problem. This is on my list for
          Safeway every day.


EXT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - DAY

Andy's car drives up to the house, pulls into the garage.


INT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - KITCHEN - DAY

Andy enters, carrying a folder, and stares in surprise.
Storm has shaved and cut his hair. She obviously approves.
She watches for several moments as Storm, weak but on his
feet, holds on to the kitchen counter. He steps out, in
wobbly balance. Not too good at first, he tries again.
This time he does better, but not by much. He turns to
look at Andy, conscious of her look of sympathy.

                         STORM
                 (re: himself)
          That bad ... huh?

She silently hands him a set of newspaper photocopies.
He glances at them... at her ... and understands.

                         ANDY
          I'll be in the other room.

Storm slowly seats himself and begins to read.


INSERT - NEWSPAPER PHOTOCOPIES

One headline:

            OFFICER SLAIN IN ALLEGED SCANDAL
               DRUG DEAL FALLOUT SUSPECTED

Second headline with photos of Storm, Felicia, Sonny:

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                POLICEMAN, FAMILY SLAUGHTERED


CLOSE - STORM

Battling his sorry and grief.


LIVING ROOM AND KITCHEN - ANGLE - ANDY

She can see Storm in this moment of agony.


INT. TRENT'S OFFICE - DAY

CLOSE ON TV SCREEN - JACK ESPOSITO

A well-known L.A. anchorman, Jack Esposito "whom we
glimpsed earlier in the mini-TV in the Armstead kitchen
scene), delivers the news.

A graphic behind him has a photo of Storm, captioned:
"COMA COP. "

                            ESPOSITO (V.O.)
                    (on TV)
             -- This reporter was contacted
             personally by the now-infamous 'Coma
             Cop'... fugitive officer Mason Storm --
             who until days ago had languished
             in a seven-year coma.


WIDEN SHOT

TO REVEAL Trent's office. Trent, Holland and several of
Trent's security aides glued to the tube.

                            ESPOSITO (V.O.)
                    (from TV)
             Storm gave me his word that he is
             innocent of all charges preferred
             against him in the press -- and
             that he has access to indisputable
             proof of this. Battling the atrophy
             caused by seven years of
             hospitalization, Storm is struggling
             even now to regain the strength
             that will enable him to come forward
             with this evidence. He has promised
             me and the K.A.B.C. audience a first
             look at his alleged proof.

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TRENT

turns to his men and to Holland.

                         TRENT
                 (indicates
                  Esposito on TV)
          I want 24-hour surveillance on this
          sonofabitch.


EXT. WESTWOOD APARTMENT BUILDING - EVENING

A WOMAN in a nurse's uniform comes INTO VIEW on the
sidewalk, trots up the steps toward the second floor of
the apartment building.


ANGLE - DUNNE AND FORD

REVEALING that they are watching this from a parked car
from across the street. They get out, glance around
furtively --


INT. APARTMENT - EVENING

The nurse is Martha -- Andy's friend from the hospital.
She holds a cat in her arms.

                         MARTHA (WOMAN)
                 (responds to
                  interrogation)
          I told you -- Andy's out of town.
          I just came by to pick up her cat.

                         DUNNE
          Where out of town is Andy?

                         MARTHA
          I don't know.
                 (losing patience)
          Look, I've been questioned by you
          cops half a dozen times since
          Tuesday. I'm getting a little tired
          of it.
                 (beat)
          You need a warrant to walk in on
          someone like this. Get the hell
          out.

The cops don't budge.    It's getting a little scary.

                         MARTHA
          Then I'll get out.

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Clutching the cat, she strides for the door. Ford's foot
slides the door shut. He and Dunne block Martha.

                         FORD
          We'll ask you again, Martha:     Where
          is Miss Simpson?

Martha backs away -- toward a telephone.

                         MARTHA
          I'm calling your superior officers
          to report this. I want both your
          names and shield numbers.

She picks up the phone. Dunne's enormous hand engulfs
her wrist, forces her to put the phone back in the cradle.
The two cops stare at her penetratingly.

Martha knows this is it -- life or death.

She hurls the cat into Ford's face; the CAT claws him,
SHRIEKING. Martha knees Dunne in the balls, bolts --


EXT. APARTMENT - WALKWAY - EVENING

Martha sprints from the door, toward the stairs, screaming.

                           MARTHA
          Help?   Help me!

Ford appears in the apartment doorway, his face scratched
and bleeding. He aims his silencer-mounted .45 --


ANGLE - TOP OF STAIRS - MARTHA

The front of her white uniform erupts in a bloody gush;
she plunges face-first down the flight of stairs.


ANGLE - BOTTOM OF STAIRS

Martha's crumpled form. Ford and Dunne hurry swiftly
down -- pick up her body, drag it a few feet to a
smackadjacent steep hillside covered with thick brush.
They peer around swiftly to be sure no one has seen them,
then slide the body under the brush, down the hill. In
three seconds it has slithered ten feet down, out of sight.

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INT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - NIGHT

Storm has found a zabutone meditation pillow and is sitting
on his knees in formal Japanese posture with black Dugi
pants and no shirt. He unravels a package with Oriental
characters handwritten on the outside.

In one section: what looks like an old wax Baggie full
of Chinese herbs. In the other, Storm unfolds a pouch
containing an assortment of needles: long, short, skinny,
fat.

Storm fingers the needles and finds a spot in his shoulder
with very bad scar tissue and quickly and coldly sticks
it in deep. He then twirls and adjusts it.

It is apparent that he knows what he's doing. We STAY
CLOSE ON the needles, noting the amount in the package
has greatly diminished.

PULL UP to reveal Storm, with at least 50 needles sticking
out of him.

He is now frozen deep in meditation. CAMERA CIRCLES AROUND
him 360 DEGREES -- he is like a Japanese statue.


MONTAGE

WITH SCORE.


A)    INT. ARMSTEAD GYM - NIGHT

An impressive home facility with floor-to-ceiling mirrors,
Nautilus equipment, etc. Storm ignores the machines and
tentatively selects from an old set of weights, hefting
them to test his own strength, then begins a slow workout.


B)    EXT. ARMSTEAD YARD - DAY

Storm performs a series of Eastern exercises: stick,
Aikido, and meditation. He's obviously pushing himself
beyond exhaustion; Andy watches, growing more and more
concerned.

                           ANDY
            That's enough! I don't care how
            many needles you stick in yourself
            or how much ginseng root you eat
            ... you have to sleep if you're
            going to recover.

                           STORM
            I slept for seven years?

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                           ANDY
            That's an order!

Storm, dripping sweat, glowers at her for a long beat,
then... relents. She snatches the stick from his hand,
hauls him toward the house.

                           ANDY
            Jesus -- what a patient!


C)    EXT. FIRE ROAD - DAY

Storm tries to run up a dirt hill. He's still too weak --
struggles, sweating, straining with fierce determination.


D)    INT. ARMSTEAD - GYM - NIGHT

Storm at the "sticking point" in a Scott-bench  curl. His
biceps bulge, veins pop as he strains with all  his
strength. He ... can't ... quite -- then: he    Makes it!
Exhausted. Lets the bar crash metal-to-metal"'   into its
cradle.


E)    EXT. ARMSTEAD POOL - DAY

Storm swims, slowly gaining power.


F)    EXT. WOODED CLEARING (ARMSTEAD'S) - DAY

Storm with two long pieces of cut oak. As Andy watches,
he lays them side-by-side on the ground and begins to dig
a deep narrow hole. He tests the hole for depth. When
it's deep enough, he places the boards down into the hole
and begins to fill it in, packing the earth tightly. He
goes to the top of the boards and around them wraps a
length of old hemp rope. Around and around. The boards
stand up about six feet high. Storm steps back, observes
the height, taps it lightly testing the recoil tension.
Now he begins to punch it, harder and harder. Over and
over again. Andy, preparing his lunch, can't keep her
eyes off him. She is awed by his fire and perseverance.


G)    EXT. ARMSTEAD POOL - DAY

Andy and Storm churn up the water in a splashy race. She
wins but not by much. She smiles. He doesn't. She
splashes water on him, but he's not in a playful mood.

END MONTAGE.    MUSIC DOWN --

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INT. ARMSTEAD KITCHEN - NIGHT

Storm in frustration at the table.

Medical charts... a scribbled mess of medication dosages,
reading, etc

                             ANDY
            -- You can't  compare blood pressure
            readings now  with when you were in
            a coma. It's   not going to give a
            true measure  --

                           STORM
            What's this reading?     555 over four
            digits --

                              ANDY
            That's crazy --

She snatches the chart, stares at it.

                           ANDY
            It's Martha's chicken scratches.
            Even she can't read 'em.

                           STORM
            I'll tell you what it is.     It's a
            phone number.


NEW ANGLE - KITCHEN - LATER

Andy on the wall phone, Storm listening on an extension.
We hear the PHONE RINGING on the other end, then someone
picking it up.

                           OLD LADY (V.O.)
                   (on phone)
            Redondo Beach Retirement Villa


INTERCUT:


INT. NURSING HOME - OLD LADY AT DESK

                           ANDY
            (into phone) I'm. sorry ... maybe I
            have the wrong number. I'm looking
            for Kevin O'Malley.

                            OLD LADY
            O'Malley?   There's no O'Malley here.

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                         ANDY
          My name is Phyllis O'Connor. I'm
          with the pension board of the Los
          Angeles Police Department. We have
          a misplaced check here for Captain
          O'Malley ...

                          OLD LADY
          A check?
                  (pause)
          Well, listen... there's a big
          turnover here, people are dying all
          the time, I never know who's in
          what bed. Can you leave me your
          number?

Andy glances to Storm, he shakes his head: hang up.   He
hangs up his receiver in disgust.

                         ANDY
                 (into phone)
          I'm sorry, we're not allowed to do
          that.

Andy hangs up.   Thinking.


EXT. RETIREMENT HOME (REDONDO BEACH) - DAY

Andy gets out of her car in a sunny parking lot. She's
wearing dark glasses and a big floppy hat, so we can barely
see her face. She passes a sign: "REDONDO BEACH RETIREMENT
VILLA."


INT. RETIREMENT HOME - OFFICE - DAY

Andy sits across from the Old Lady from the phone call.
A plaque on the desk reads: "HENRIETTA WADE." Both she
and Andy look frustrated, irritated.

                         ANDY
          Mrs. Wade, I'll be honest with you --
          I'm not from the police pension
          board. My name is Andrea Simpson,
          I'm a nurse from U.C.I. Medical
          Center.

The Lady listens skeptically, revealing nothing.   We see
that she is in a wheelchair.

                         ANDY
          You probably have no connection to
          this, and what I'm about to say
                         (MORE)

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                         ANDY (CONT'D)
          will sound completely absurd to
          you.
                 (beat)
          My patient is a police officer named
          Mason Storm. He's in trouble and
          needs desperately to contact his
          friend, Captain O'Malley. If you
          have any idea how to contact Captain
          O'Malley, please help me.

                         MRS. WADE (OLD LADY)
          As I've said, Miss Simpson, I've
          already asked everybody in the home.
          There is no O'Malley here. But
          it's possible O'Malley could be a
          relative of somebody living here.
          Sunday is family day. Why don't
          you leave your phone number and
          I'll contact you if I learn anything.

                         ANDY
          I can't do that.

Crestfallen.   Andy gets up.

                         ANDY
          Can I phone you?

                         MRS. WADE
                 (pleasant;
                  innocuous)
          Of course, my dear.


CLOSET

Andy opens the door, reaches in for her jacket.   Suddenly
she pauses.

She sees on the closet shelf, amid other clothing:
policeman's cap with a gold shield.

Andy makes a decision -- finds a pad on a table, scrawls
a phone number. She holds out the paper.

                         ANDY
                 (pointedly)
          This is my number, Mrs. O'Malley.

The Old Lady never bats an eye.

                         MRS. WADE
                 (correcting her)
          You mean Mrs. Wade. O'Malley is
          the person you're looking for.

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Andy meets her gaze.

                         ANDY
          Yes ... you're right.    I'm sorry.


EXT. WOODED CLEARING - DAY

Storm again approaches the Makiwara.

This time it is almost as if no walls can contain him
nothing in his mind can represent a barrier. He has a
sense of total domination before he has begun.

He begins much harder and faster, continues driving his
fist deeper and faster and harder, until even those twelve
inches of solid oak are not enough for him.

With one lightning blow the OAK SPLINTERS and flies in
half. Storm walks away with a frightening calm -- stalks
straight inside toward the gym...


INT. ARMSTEAD GYM - NIGHT

Storm has just finished a major aerobic workout and is
now doing some strange martial aerobic-type movements.
He is sweating profusely and is dressed in a tiny black
tank top and black sweat pants.

CAMERA PANS OVER TO a corner mirror and we see Andy peeking
through a crack in the door. She is enjoying this
immensely. She seems to be fighting her feelings, and
finally she puffs up her courage. Having made some
decision, she enters.

                         ANDY
          Oh, I'm sorry ... I didn't mean to
          interrupt. I, ah, well, I was just
          passing by and ...

They stare at each other in   quite a different way. This
time it's obvious what Andy   wants, and Storm probably
wants the same thing. But    he tries very hard to maintain
his "one objective" in life   -- to get very strong and win
the upcoming battle.

He looks at this woman who now 'Looks more beautiful than
anyone he has ever seen. Storm throws down the light
weights in his hands and walks up to her.

He gently grabs the back of her head and pulls her hair
back and kisses her on the mouth. She seems to explode
with passion as she falls to the floor, pulling him on
top of her.

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They roll in passion growing stronger and stronger. The
CAMERA PANS TO the mirror and we see Andy's feet moving
in delight.

                                              DISSOLVE TO:


INT. GYM. - STORM - LATER

Alone, sitting up -- bare-chested, glistening with sweat
from the lovemaking. He glances across at his reflection
in the floor-to-ceiling mirror.


MIRROR - STORM

Seeing himself, just after making love.    His wedding ring.


ANDY

appears in the doorway, returning from the kitchen with a
tray and glasses. She wears a robe and has that mussed,
after-lovemaking glow.

She takes one look at Storm and her heart sinks.

She crosses to him -- lowers herself gracefully to kneel
beside him, setting down the tray and glasses.

                             STORM
                    (dead)
          Thanks.

She looks at him. She has a good idea what's tormenting
his mind. She reaches her hand, gently touches his
shoulder ...

Storm pulls back.

                             STORM
          Please.

He gets up, backing slowly away from her -- seeing the
pain in her eyes, feeling his own pain. In frustration,
he slams an elbow punch into a piece of gym equipment --
furiously venting rage! Andy flinches at the sound, the
violence.

                         STORM
          I'm sorry --
                 (wracked with
                  emotion)
          Sorry. I --
                         (MORE)

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                         STORM (CONT'D)
                 (another furious
                  punch)
          Why am I still in this fucking cage?!
          What's wrong with my body? Why
          won't it heal faster?!!

He slams another furious punch.     Andy gets up, tries to
approach Storm.

                         ANDY
          Mason, please
                 (wants to ease
                  his pain)
          I love you.

                            STORM
          Don't say that!

                            ANDY
          Why not?!

                         STORM
          Because I can't love you! Don't
          you see? It's seven years to anyone
          else. But it's only days for me.

Andy draws a sharp, pained breath.

                         STORM
          How can I be with you ... how can
          I want you and take you, when --

He can't finish, torn by guilt. He stares at Andy.
Suddenly his tone becomes harsh, accusatory.

                         STORM
          You seduced me. You came in here,
          looking that way, knowing just what
          the hell you were doing --

                         ANDY
                 (defiant)
          Yeah, I knew. What of it? I wanted
          you --

                         STORM
          You have no right to want me!

                            ANDY
          Then who does?!     I've risked my
          life for you --

                         STORM
          Who asked you to? Not me!

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                         ANDY
          You haven't stopped me!

                         STORM
          Then don't risk it! Don't do shit
          for me! I don't need you!

For a second it look's like he's going to strike her.
Instead he kicks the tray and GLASSES -- which smashes
into the floor-to-ceiling MIRROR, SHATTERING like a bomb?

Andy glares at him, stalks for the door --


EXT. APUMSTEAD DRIVE - IRON GATE - NIGHT

Andy's CAR ROARS out the dirt drive past the iron gate.


INT. ARMSTEAD BEDRROM - NIGHT

Storm stalks in, slamming the door behind him -- crosses
in fury and despair to the desk. On the desktop: the
news photo of Felicia, Sonny and himself.

Storm stares at the photo in agony for a moment, then
rips the desk drawer open, rummages fiercely. He finds:
keys!


INT. ARMSTEAD GARAGE - NIGHT

Storm strides in, punches the garage door button; the
door starts to open. He grabs the corner of a dusty canvas
cover -- jerks it off an Army-style Jeep.


EXT. GARAGE - NIGHT

The Jeep speeds out into the night.


EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT

The Jeep parked at the edge of a cemetery road.


STORM

stands in the midst of the graveyard, staring at --


THREE TOMBSTONES

In the light from the road lamp, we read the names: FELICIA
STORM... MASON STORM ... JEREMY "SONNY" STORM.

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EXT. ALL-NIGHT COFFEE SHOP - PHONE BOOTH - DAWN

Ethnic neighborhood, Dodger Stadium visible in b.g.

Andy looks exhausted, from a night of black coffee and
anxiety. Now: frustrated by a BUSY SIGNAL.

                         ANDY
                 (into phone)
          Pick up, Martha ... Pick up.

No luck. Andy hangs up.


EXT. CHAVEZ RAVINE STREET AND ALLEY - DAWN

Andy's car pulls past tiered hillside apartment units,
enters an alley behind a row of multi-family dwellings.

Andy at the wheel:   cautious, peering around.

She parks in an out-of-sight spot, TURNS OFF the ENGINE.


INT. CAR - ANDY

The emotion of the parting with Mason catches up with
her.

                         ANDY
          Get a hold of yourself, Andy.

She wipes her eyes, cranks the mirror around, tries to
fix her face. She looks like hell.

                         ANDY
                 (into mirror,
                  sarcastic)
          You're really beautiful.

She puts on shades, pulls up the hood of her sweatshirt.


EXT. ALLEY - ANDY

gets out... wary. She's barefoot, just in the jeans she
threw on before bolting from Armstead's.


EXT. TWO-FAMILY DWELLING - DAWN

Andy pads quickly up to a weathered wooden door, knocks.
No answer. She rings the BELL.

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                         ANDY
                 (calling out)
          Martha! Martha, it's me --

A NEIGHBOR sticks his head out next-door. A rough-looking
youth in a T-shirt, with his hair mussed up from bed.

                         NEIGHBOR
                 (tentatively)
          You looking for Martha Coe?

                          ANDY
          Yes... yes --

do you know if she's home?

The boy gets a funny look on his face.

                         NEIGHBOR
          You haven't seen the news?
                 (beat)
          She's dead. They shot her in the
          back... over in Westwood.

Andy reacts in shock and horror.

                         NEIGHBOR
                 (staring at her)
          You look like the woman's picture
          on T.V... the one whose house they
          shot her at --

Andy turns, flees into the alley.


ANGLE - ALLEY - ANDY'S CAR

pulls out swiftly into the street.   It passes:


AT CURB - UNMARKED CAR - FORD

The killer lets Andy's car pass.

                         FORD
                 (into two-way
                  mike)
          You called it right, Max. The bitch
          showed. I'm on her ass right now --
                 (pulls out to
                  follow her)
          Mount up, boys. Two to one she
          leads us right to our boy Storm.

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EXT. AMRSTEAD HOUSE - MORNING

Storm's Jeep enters the drive, pulls into the garage.
Storm SHUTS OFF the MOTOR. As he steps to the floor, a
man's silhouette MOVES INTO FRAME behind him.

                         MAN
          That's grand theft, auto.

Storm spins. For a second he is ready for anything.
Then his face softens --

                         STORM
                 (with emotion)
          O'Malley.

In the garage doorway stands the friend Storm feared was
dead.


STORM AND O'MALLEY

bear hug each other affectionately.


INT. ARMSTEAD KITCHEN - OPENING CLOSE ON SNAPSHOTS - DAY

of Sonny -- now aged 12 -- in a school environment,
athletic fields, etc. O'Malley is with Sonny in some of
the shots, beaming, arm around the boy.

                         O'MALLEY (O.S.)
          -- It's Sonny, all right. Believe
          how big he got? He can throw a
          football forty yards --

PULL BACK to reveal -- Storm looks up at his friend, too
moved to speak.

                         O'MALLEY
          He made it to my house, the night
          you got shot. I hid him, played it
          out like he was dead -- even staged
          a funeral, along with Felicia's and
          yours. They bought it. Everyone
          believed he was dead.

                         STORM
          Where is he now? Is he safe?

                         O'MALLEY
          Trinity School in Ventura. Under
          my mother's maiden name, Wade. No
          one has any idea he's your son.

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                          STORM
                 (trying to absorb
                  it all)
          Then that was your mother.   The one
          Andy found.

                         O'MALLEY
          Your nurse friend? Yeah. She left
          your number, I traced you to here.

Storm gazes with great tenderness at the snapshots of
Sonny.

                         STORM
          O'Mal ... I can never thank you.

                         O'MALLEY
          Just seeing your ugly ass alive,
          that's enough for me.
                 (beat)
          You wouldn't happen to have a beer
          around this joint --

Storm indicates the fridge.   O'Malley helps himself brings
one for Storm.

                         STORM
          I'd give my left arm to see Sonny,
          just for two minutes. But we can't
          risk it -- not yet. Not till I get
          Calabrese.

                         O'MALLEY
          Calabrese? Calabrese's dead.

Storm reacts.

                         O'MALLEY
          Someone blew the shit out of his
          Cadillac -- six months after you
          'died.'

                         STORM
                 (understands)
          He did his thing -- then they waxed
          him.

Storm's wheels are turning.

                         STORM
          The two guys at the pier. They
          ordered the hit on me too.
                 (beat)
          And I've got 'em on film. Still in
          the camera, right where I left it.

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EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - DAY

Andy's car drives north, back to the Armstead house.

Ford in his car keeps a discreet distance back.


ANGLE - FORD'S CAR

as another car carrying three men (including Jones, the
cop we remember who answered Andy's phone call from the
coma ward) pulls up alongside. Ford points ahead, toward
Andy's car. The new car slips in behind Ford's, tailing
Andy.


INT. ARMSTEAD LIVING ROOM - DAY

Coffee table piled with the news clippings Storm has been
studying these past days.

                         O'MALLEY
          -- That night in the hospital, I
          found the audiotape ... in your
          vest. I must've listened to it a
          thousand times -- looking for little
          quirks in the voices, phrases they
          repeat ...

His look shows he came up with nothing.

                         STORM
          Where is the tape?

                         O'MALLEY
          I turned it in for evidence.

Storm scowls.

                         0'MALLEY
          Don't worry, I made a duve. I'll
          get it for you. Meanwhile maybe
          this'll cheer you up.

From O'Malley's briefcase comes .45 automatic, three empty
clips and a box of Glazer ammo.

Storm takes the weapon with pleasure. Checks the action,
hefts it for weight. He glances at O'Malley -- two old
comrades, ready to get back in action. Suddenly a bit of
sadness crosses Storm's face.

                         STORM
          What happened, O'Mal?    To you?

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O'Malley begins loading the clips: grim, almost
heartbroken.

                         0'MALLEY
          I was on the case, trying to find
          who pulled the trigger on you. But
          it was like swimming through shit.
          People kept telling me to back off.
          Then one morning, the phone rings.
          Immaculate Heart Emergency: someone
          ran my mother off the road, her
          back's broken, she's paralyzed.

                         STORM
                 (painful, emotion)
          I'm sorry, O'Mal.

                         O'MALLEY
          That night there's a note in my
          locker -- letting me know it's not
          an accident.

He looks at Storm, tormented.

                         O'MALLEY
          You know me, Storm. I never would've
          backed off. But there was Sonny to
          worry about too. What if they found
          him? What if they found you?

                         STORM
          You did the right thing, O'Mal.

Storm takes a loaded clip from his friend, slams it into
the butt of the .45. He jacks the slide back and lets it
slam home -- chambering a round.

                         STORM
          We'll get 'em, buddy. Every fucking
          one of them.


EXT. ARMSTEAD DRIVEWAY - DAY

O'Malley in his car, in gear.   Storm by the driver's door.

                         STORM
          Get Sonny out of that school, O'Mal.
          Right now. With me alive and making
          a stink, whoever's on that film is
          going to be looking harder than
          ever for Sonny -- just to get to
          me. Get him someplace safe ...
          three thousand miles away if you
          have to.

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                         O'MALLEY
          Consider it done.

                         STORM
          I'm going straight to get that film.
          When you've got Sonny safe, bring
          me the audiotape. We'll put 'em
          together and get 'em to Esposito
          for the T.V. news. That should be
          quite a show.

                          O'MALLEY
          You got it, partner.
                  (starts to back
                   out)
          You can always reach me through my
          mother.
                  (pauses, shifting
                   to forward)
          What about that nurse? She still in
          this?

                           STORM
          Gone.
                 (with pain)
          For the best. For her best.

                         O'MALLEY
          Thanks for the brew!

He speeds off.    Storm stands, thinking --


INT. ARMSTEAD BEDROOM - DAY

Storm enters, still deep in thought.    Racking his brain --


SUBLIMINAL FLASH - EXT. DOCK - NIGHT (FOOTAGE FROM
PREVIOUSLY SHOT SCENE)

The two Shadow Men.    Obscure... in darkness --

BACK TO ARMSTEAD BEDROOM - STORM

moving to the bed. The TV set edges INTO FRAME --


SUBLIMINAL FLASH - EXT. DOCK - NIGHT (FOOTAGE FROM
PREVIOUSLY SHOT SCENE)

The tall Shadow Man, starting to edge into the light.
Almost, but not ... quite --

BACK TO ARIMSTEAD BEDROOM - STORM

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sits on bed -- identical angle including TV to when he
half heard the TV ad for Trent's campaign.

                         STORM
                 (it all comes
                  together)
          I'm gonna take you to the bank,
          Senator Trent. The blood bank.

Storm's vengeance look.    Suddenly O.S. -- a CAR!


INT. VESTIBULE - DAY

Storm poised inside the front door -- .45 in hand.   In
walks ... Andy!

She nearly faints at the sight of the pistol leveled
between her eyes. Storm instantly jerks the weapon back.
They stand there staring at each other.

                           ANDY
          Martha's dead.

Storm takes Andy in his arms. She weeps, sobbing. Feeling
all the tension and terror of the past days -- yet somehow
knowing she's safe in the arms of this man she loves.

                         ANDY
          I won't leave you. Not ever again.

                         STORM
          I won't let you.

Storm holds her, knowing he loves her.

                         STORM
          O'Malley was here.

                          ANDY
          Here?   How did you find him?

                         STORM
          You found him. The old lady was his
          mother.
                  (beat)
          And Andy ... my son's alive.

Andy raises her face to Storm's, her eyes welling with
emotion. He kisses her. They are standing there, just
inside the front door, which has a wood bottom-half and a
frosted-glass top-half. Suddenly:

Storm jerks Andy sideways into the room with all his
strength! He dives with her as -

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The TOP of the FRONT DOOR EXPLODES inward in a SHOWER of
flying GLASS! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Three more point-blank
SHOTOGUN BLASTS BLOW the rest of the DOOR to hell.


ANGLE - HALLWAY

Storm hurls Andy so hard and fast it looks like she will
land in pieces. He somehow ends up in front of her on
the floor as a masked man plunges through the front door
into the hallway, shotgun spinning to cover his advance.
Too late.

We hear TWO LOUD ROUNDS and the masked man's head snaps
violently back and he falls into a pile.


EXT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - DAY

Jones and   Ford pull masks over their faces and sprint for
the other   doors. Both carry assault rifles. An enormous
powerful   third man (Joe Bear), his mask already in place,
vaults to   low balcony, hauls himself up to a second story
window --   his huge Bowie knife glinting in the sun.


INT. HALLWAY - STORM AND ANDY

hurry toward a staircase, their attention focused behind
them -- on the first floor.


INT. HOUSE - UPSTAIRS - INTERIOR BALCONY

Joe Bear waits concealed at  the top of the stairs, on an
interior balcony overlooking  the living room, atrium-style.
Through the mouth opening of  his ski mask, we see he is
smiling a sick smile -- and  sensually stroking his Bowie
knife.


ANGLE - TRACKING - STORM

Storm and Andy scramble up the staircase onto the atrium
balcony and out steps Joe Bear with his knife and his
smile.

Joe Bear, for the first time in his life, is surprised
when Storm smiles too. Joe Bear screams like an animal
and lunges with his knife.

Storm stabs out his left arm like a spear and tilts his
body ever so slightly, then clamps Joe Bear's wrist with
his right hand.

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Allowing his tremendous momentum to culminate like a
hurricane, Storm manipulates him in a full circle,
catapulting Joe Bear unbelievably into a tall T'ang Dynasty
cabinet filled with priceless Oriental artifacts!


LIVING ROOM

Ford and Jones, masked, hurtle into the living room, just
below the atrium balcony. They raise their automatic
weapons, but before they can fire --


STORM

hurls Joe Bear's massive body down upon the attackers!
Jones takes the tonnage head-on and is crushed beneath
it! Ford dodges, unleashes a burst of AUTOMATIC FIRE
straight up at the balcony. Storm shoves Andy to safety
onto the exterior balcony and dives there himself, just
as the whole interior balcony is RIDDLED by Ford's BULLETS!

Ford bolts for the staircase, coming after Storm. Storm,
crouched around the corner on the exterior balcony, waits
till Ford hurtles INTO VIEW at the top of the staircase.
Storm FIRES his .45 furiously ... Ford springs back,
Storm's BULLETS BLAST the staircase WALL to ribbons. His
.45 CLICKS empty!


EXT. BALCONY - STORM

rips a magazine from his pocket, slams it into the butt
of his .45, reloading. He has it half-raised when:

Ford appears -- right in his face, assault rifle leveled
at Storm's guts. Storm strikes an instantaneous blow,
sending the rifle flying. In one motion, he pinwheels
Ford over his head, sending him flying off the exterior
balcony and crashing down into the Oriental fountain below!


EXT. ARMSTEAD HOUSE - BALCONY AND FOUNTAIN

Storm swings down to the ground. Andy leaps into his
arms, he breaks her fall and helps her alight safely.

He reaches to Ford in the fountain, rips the mask off his
face.

He recognizes the man.

                         STORM
          I know this fuck. He's a cop!

FRONT SIDE OF HOUSE - STORM AND ANDY

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race INTO VIEW, leap aboard the JEEP, FIRE it UP and fly.


TWO MORE MASKED MEN

appear running down the drive -- SHOTGUN and assault RIFLE
trained on Storm and Andy. They begin to FIRE.

Andy can't shoot and Storm can't drive and shoot at the
same time, so he does what is logical for him -- he keeps
the pedal to the metal and chases them.

BULLETS from the two men OBLITERATE the Jeep's WINDSHIELD.
BUCKSHOT RIDDLES the VEHICLE everywhere. Andy is on the
floor of the Jeep. Storm is periodically ducking. He is
bleeding we don't know from what or how bad -- and then
blam! -- masked man #1's body is airborne. This makes #2
think... and run very fast.


EXT. TEAHOUSE - DAY

He is sprinting the 100 in 5 flat -- racing for the tea
house. He makes it inside and dives for a good position
to resume firing, but there isn't enough time. Storm
just drives right through the front of the tea house and
over the assassin's body! The JEEP ROARS out of the
flattened tea house and keeps on hauling!


EXT. ARMSTEAD GROUNDS - JEEP

ROARS across the terrain... past the horses, ostriches,
etc.


JEEP'S POV

The heavy iron gate straight ahead.


STORM

SLAMS THROUGH the metal GATE with JEEP BLASTING it.


ONCOMING VEHICLE

Captain Holland! -- in the car as a passenger, with another
plainclothes cop. The flying gate sends glass in all
directions, as Storm swerves in his Jeep to avoid the
car.

Storm freaks, seeing Holland as Holland's car is forced
off the road. Storm SKIDS into a wild 180 --

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                         STORM
                 (gun in hand,
                  heading back)
          Holland! The other man on the dock --

                            ANDY
          Are you crazy?!     Get us outa here --

Holland and the driver are out of their car, guns drawn.
Ford races up, reinforcing them. He has an assault rifle --


STORM'S JEEP

swerves as BULLETS SMACK into it! Protecting Andy with
his body, he races off down the mountain road at high
speed.


INT. O'MALLEY'S CAR - MOVING - DAY

The unmistakable sound of a TIRE BLOWING OUT.

                            O'MALLEY
          Shit!


EXT. HIGHWAY ONE - DAY

O'Malley's car limps to the roadside, in view of a sign:
"VENTURA 21." O'Malley gets out in frustration --


EXT. TRINITY BOYS' PREP (VENTURA) - SOCCER FIELD - LONG
LENS - SONNY STORM - (SLOW MOTION) - DAY

Our first live look at Storm's son as a twelve-year-old.
Wearing colorful soccer duds and TRINITY PREP athletic
shirt. He looks terrific, like a young colt -- free and
fearless -- his shiny hair flying as lie runs down a soccer
ball in the pell-mell action of an eighth-grade game.

The feel of this SLOW MOTION portrait is diametrically
opposite to the corruption and duplicity in the world of
the movie so far. In contrast, Sonny's world seems pure
and unsullied -- youthful and untouched by the harsh
realities of the world. We watch Sonny and his teammates
long enough to absorb his vigorous,full-of-life energy.
Then:

BACK FOCUS TO:

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MAX DUNNE AND NOLAN

Striding swiftly. Toward Sonny. Their dark plainclothes
suits in grim contrast to the colorful soccer uniforms --


SONNY (SLOW MOTION)

He falls! The rush of soccer action sweeps past him,
down the field. Sonny -- all attention focused on the
game -- scrambles to his feet, legs churning to take off
in pursuit of his friends. Just as he gets his traction:


MAX DUNNE (NORMAL SPEED)

Out of nowhere scoops Sonny up in his brawny, brutal arms!
Sonny cries out and tries to resist, but --


DOWNFIELD - SOCCER PLAYERS

They don't hear, lost in their own action and cheering.


BACK TO SONNY

Dunne and Nolan hustle him swiftly toward their car.
Already they're well away from the field, moving fast


DOWNFIELD SIDELINES

The soccer coach turns back. We see him shout, his arm
raised in a gesture of urgency --


DOWNFIELD - SOCCER PLAYERS

They turn back, too.

LONG ANGLE - SONNY, DUNNE AND NOLAN

Into Dunne's car.    The car speeds off.


EXT. STORM'S OLD HOUSE - POV THROUGH JEEP WINDSHIELD -
MOVING - DAY

As the house whips   INT0 VIEW and the JEEP BRAKES HARD to
stop. This is the    house from the film's opening -- the
one Storm, Felicia   and Sonny lived in seven years ago.
It is undergoing a   remodeling now. Carpenter's and
plasterers' trucks   in the driveway --

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INT. JEEP - ACROSS STREET - STORM AND ANDY

Storm yanks up the brake, full of urgency -- pulls out
his gun.

                         ANDY
          What the hell are you doing?!

                         STORM
          We just made the top of the chart,
          Andy. Every cop in the city thinks
          we shot our way out of a legitimate
          bust --

                         ANDY
          There are no cops here!

                          STORM
          Only 'cause they're too stupid.
                 (cocks the slide,
                  ready to go)
          We need that film and we don't need
          any bullshit --


EXT. HOUSE - FRONT WALK - DAY

Andy making Storm put the gun away.

                         ANDY
          Goddamit ... for once, do something
          the non-violent way!

Storm is reacting to the sight of his old home -- the
first time he's seen it since the slaughter seven years
ago. He struggles with his pain and rage.

Andy, aware of his turmoil, takes his hand. Her hair is
done up in a businesslike style; she wears a jacket and
carries a briefcase. They cross to the front door --


INT. STORM'S HOUSE - ENTRYWAY - DAY

A pleasant, chatty (and very pregnant) HOUSEWIFE speaks
through the open door to Storm and Andy. Sounds of
HAMMERING, ETC. in other rooms O.S.

                         HOUSEWIFE
          -- Gee, my husband and I aren't
          really thinking about selling. In
          fact, we're adding a nursery --

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                         ANDY
          Oh, that's the best time for us to
          see it! Then when you do come to
          sell, our office will know the
          upgrades you've made and we can
          market your home more effectively.

Two plasterers troop past, a carpenter with them.

                         HOUSEWIFE
          Hell, come on in. Everyone else
          does.

Storm and Andy enter. Andy immediately begins to steer
the Housewife away from the kitchen, into the living room.
"Oh what a cute place!

I'd love to see what you're doing with the nursery..."


INT. KITCHEN - DAY

Storm casually lingers behind, drifting into the kitchen.
He crosses immediately to the alcove where, seven years
earlier, he stashed the camera case.

But the spot has been remodeled!   There's a new wall there!

                         STORM
          New wall ... fucking yuppies!

Without hesitation, he slams his fist through --


WALL

Bang! Gypsum wallboard splinters, revealing a fake panel
of brick adjacent to a real brick wall, six inches behind
the new wallboard. Storm reaches into the hole, yanks
out the camera case. He shakes his sore knuckles from
the blow as:


HOUSEWIFE AND ANDY

arrive from the living room. The Housewife stares in
shock at this strange man -- with his hand halfway through
her new wall.

                         HOUSEWIFE
                 (very cool)
          Just checking for termites He tucks
          the camera case under his arm --
          takes Andy by the elbow.

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                         STORM
                 (to Housewife)
          Better have this place fumigated --
          quick.

He leads Andy out -- crisply, businesslike.    Housewife
stands there dumbfounded.


ACROSS FROM CENTURY PLAZA HOTEL - PHONE BOOTH - DAY

Storm pauses in mid-conversation, drops the phone receiver
from his ear. Thinking fast, troubled. Andy beside him...
both of them keeping their faces obscured as moviegoers
and business people pass.

                         STORM
                 (to Andy)
          O'Malley left his mother's place
          three hours ago -- with the tape.
          He should be at the school by now,
          but she hasn't heard back from him.

Several people pass, glancing curiously at Storm. He
avert