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CALL FELIX (work in progress)
by Terry Walker (terryewalker@btopenworld.com)

Rated: PG-13   Genre: Action/Adventure   User Review: *


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CALL FELIX (WORK IN PROGRESS)

FADE IN:

EXT. BELFAST - DAY
                                                            
A green tracked MK8 Wheelbarrow, a militaristic one-armed
robotic rover attached to a cable umbilical 200 meters long,
crawls down a street full of shops towards a parked car
abandoned next to some traffic lights.

The MK8 SHAKES, RATTLES and ROLES the tracks grip the Tarmac
and the noise echoes Behind and all around it, the long back
cable which slithers along like a snake. The whole street is
like a ghost town.

The MK8 REACHES the abandoned car, its mechanical arm with
camera and weapons scan the car up and down. A bang and the
shatter of glass the robot pulls back and stops.

A stalwart of a figure strolls down the street towards the
parked car, in what looks like a space age suit but in olive
green, with a silver tube a weapon in his hand and wires
that drag behind him.

He stops next to the MK8, places the weapon down and
switches it off.
                                                            
 
EXT. LOWER FALLS - NEXT DAY - NIGHT
                                                            
RAIN but SILENCE. The orange glow of the street lights,
shine down on the wet surface of the road. On the brow of
the hill a lone dark figure crouches down next too a parked
VAN, he glances to his left hesitates scared and JUMPS, a
cat runs out in front of him.

A second figure appears and crouches down next too him. A
few words are exchanged, an object is passed over, then one
of the figures crawls under the side of the van. Then nods
to indicate done.

In the distances the sound of a radio fires up. Six dark
uniformed figures weapons at the ready move towards the brow
of the hill, in single file and towards the van.
                                                            
                       RADIO VOICE
Hello bravo mike one three, this
is Charley two, sip rep over!
                                                            
The six figures crouch down and face in different directions
scan the area around them, for any trouble.
                                                            
 

2.

INT. FLAT - LOWER FALLS - NIGHT
                                                            
The sound of JAZZ FUNK bellows out, Lessons in love by level
42. Young men and women dance, laugh and joke to the music
bottles of beer and cans of scrumpy are consumed as they
move around the cramped floor.

TOM MACDONALD age twenty and a known member of the IRA and
not level headed, slumps down in the middle of the floor,
DRUNK while others dance around him.

He laughs and moves his head to the tune of the music. A
young women with short dark hair approaches him LIZ KNIGHT
in her mid twenty's kicks him.
                                                            
                       LIZ
Tom, get up! you're making a fool
of yourself.
                                                            
Tom glances up takes a drink from the bottle, and staggers
up.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
What!
                                                            
                       LIZ
Me Ma, will be worried about me,
being out this late!
                                                            
Tom throws the bottle across the room, it smashes against
the wall. A cheer goes up from the party. Tom SMILES.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
Your Ma, is always worried about
you, what fucking difference dose
it make, if we're late or not!
                                                            
                       LIZ
Well I'm leaving with you or
without you.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
Are ya now!
                                                            
Tom grabs her by the hair and pulls her back, she lets out a
scream and, drags her out of the room while others watch in
amazement.
                                                            
 
INT. KITCHEN - NIGHT
                                                            
Tom slams the kitchen door and pushes Liz against it. Her

3.

face is a mixture of anger, disbelief and helplessness. Tear
fall from her eyes. He rips open her top and starts kissing
her breasts, she tries to pull away but CAN'T.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
You want it?
                                                            
                       LIZ
Yes!
                                                            
Her breasts in his face, she slowly moves down and kisses
him. He pulls away a look of guilt over his face.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
C'mon lets get out of here!
                                                            
 
EXT. LOWER FALLS - NIGHT
                                                            
Hand in hand Tom and Liz dash for the packed van, under the
glow of the street lights, keys rattle in one hand and is
startled by a lone figure crouched down in a doorway, with
blacken face and a weapon... he pulls Liz away as she
glances back.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
Brit bastard!
                                                            
Liz trips as she is pulled; falls onto her knees and rips
her tights.
                                                            
                       LIZ
Shite! look at me tights all
fucking ripped! Me ma brought me
these.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
Stop the moaming and move youself!
                                                            
A laugh then the radio fires up. Liz glances back as Tom
drags her to the van.
                                                            
                       RADIO VOICE
Hello bravo one three, this is
Charley two over.
                                                            
 
INT. GRAND CENTRAL HOTEL BELFAST - NIGHT
                                                            
Through dim light parked armoured vehicles lined up in a
neat rows. On the vehicles painted, the figure of a cat with
a green helmet. Drips of water, the echo approach of two

4.

sets of footsteps, and the closing of a door.

The main lights flicker on above the vehicles.
                                                            
 
EXT. LOWER FALLS - NIGHT
                                                            
Tom tumble's with the keys in the door. Liz turns around and
watches the six uniformed men disappear into the dark. The
door opens and Tom drags Liz and pushes her onto the front
set, and slams the passenger door.
                                                            
 
EXT. UNDER THE VAN - NIGHT
                                                            
The Mercury tilt switch moves, but not far another to make a
circuit.
                                                            
 
INT. VAN - NIGHT
                                                            
Tom moves around the other side, climbs into the drivers
seat gives Liz a SMILE, places the key in the ignition while
Liz opens the door and gets out and screams at him.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
What are you doing?
                                                            
                       LIZ
Walking home, your pissed, and
have had to much to drink.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
Get in will yea, and stop piss
assing about!
                                                            
Tom turns the key, the engine fires up and he slams the
drivers door. Liz turns and sticks two fingers up.
                                                            
                       MACDONALD
Fuck you bitch!
                                                            
Tom places the gear stick into first gear hand brake off and
pulls away, types screech and he leaves Liz on the side of
the road as he drives off.
                                                            
 
EXT. UNDER VAN - NIGHT
                                                            
The mercury in the tilt switch moves to the wires, which are
wired up to a nine volt battery and detonator which makes a
circuit. The electric currant moves down the wires towards
the detonator and into the semtex.
                                                            
 

5.

INT. VAN - NIGHT
                                                            
Tom glances in the side mirror reaches for the radio SMILES
and SUDDENLY without warning a FLASH glass shatters and then
a THUNDEROUS noise, as the van is lifted up off the surface
of the road and blown up into the air.
                                                            
 
EXT. LOWER FALLS - NIGHT
                                                            
Liz stands and watches in disbelief, falls to her knees and
screams, she scrambles to her feet and dashes like an animal
through a field towards the van.
                                                            
 
INT. HOUSE - SHANKILL ROAD - LATER - NIGHT
                                                            
A room in darkness just the glow of the television, two men
sit on arm chairs across from each other, wet to the skin.
Both with a glass in each hand, glance at each other lift
the glasses up and SMILE.
                                                            
 
EXT. LOWER FALLS - NIGHT
                                                            
Alarm bells ring out, smoke and flames shoot into the night
sky debris of the van lay across the street. Its like hell
with the lid off. People scream and run in all direction,
some try to get too the body of Tom in the van.

Liz slumped on the side of the road, water drips from her
forehead and runs down her face, mixed with the tears. She
glances up and a uniformed figure stands in front of her,
his weapon down by his side turns and glances at her.
                                                            
                       LIZ
What! The Fuck are ya looking at.
                                                            
He gives a smile and strolls on up the road and talks into
his radio head set.
                                                            
                       SOLDIER (O.S.)
      (into radio)
Hello Charley two, this is bravo
one three over!
                                                            
                       RADIO VOICE (O.S.)
Charley two send over.
                                                            
Liz follows the soldier with her eyes, a look that could
kill anybody in an instances.
                                                            

6.

                       SOLDIER (O.S.)
Request call sign four two, over!
                                                            
Liz gets up and glances down towards the market area of the
lower falls. Blue lights flash in the distances and the roar
of engines and sirens descent on her.
                                                            
 
INT. REPUBLICAN SAFE HOUSE - ANDERSONSTOWN - NEXT - DAY
                                                            
JED BULL and JIM HANNA, 40, IRA soldiers, fill the room with
nervous cigarette smoke. The curtains are closed.
                                                            
                       HANNA
What the Fuck's keeping them?
                                                            
The door opens and a HARD-FACED YOUNG MAN with a pistol by
his side looks in. He checks out the room, looks Jed and
Hanna up and down, then exits.

A moment later JOHN BULL, 45, IRA Commander Belfast Brigade,
enters. Jed's big brother, twice as big and twice as hard.
PADDY GOW, 30’s, Quartermaster Belfast Brigade, follows Bull
in and shuts the door.
                                                            
                       BULL
Sit down.
                                                            
Everyone sits.
                                                            
                       BULL
So. Does anyone want to tell me
what happened?
                                                            
No answer. Jed holds Bull's stare but Hanna looks away.
                                                            
                       BULL
Why! Was that Fucking idiot out
last night? And who was that girl?
                                                            
                       JED
I'll tell ye who she was. A bloody
Protestant, that's who!
                                                            
                       BULL
You're telling me Macdonald is
shagging a Protestant?
                                                            
                       JED
Didn't I just say so?
                                                            

7.

                       BULL
Watch your tongue, brother. And
who else knows about this?
                                                            
                       JED
No one.
                                                            
Bull fixes Hanna with a deadly stare.
                                                            
                       HANNA
Jesus, what are you looking at me
for?
                                                            
                       JED
What does it matter anyway? He's
dead.
                                                            
Bull turns his deadly stare onto Jed.
                                                            
                       JED
He was bought off by the Brits!
                                                            
                       PADDY
What are you saying?
                                                            
                       JED
You heard me. He's dead and good
riddance.
                                                            
                       BULL
Who ordered him killed?
                                                            
                       JED
I did.
                                                            
Bull jumps up and throws his chair across the room, it
smashes to pieces against the wall. Jed flinches, Hanna
shit’s himself.

The door opens, the Young Man looks in. Bull jerks his head,
out! The Young Man exits and closes the door.
                                                            
                       PADDY
Macdonald was no traitor.
                                                            
                       JED
She was a Fucking Brit spy!
He told her about Gibraltar.
                                                            
                       BULL
And you know this?
                                                            

8.

                       JED
I know this.
                                                            
The phone rings. And rings. Bull and Jed stare at each
other. No love lost. Hanna reaches for the ringing phone but
Paddy shakes his head, leave it.
                                                            
                       BULL
Pick it up.
                                                            
Jed picks up the phone and listens.
                                                            
                       PADDY
Jesus! Mother of Mary, how did you
know it was her?
                                                            
                       JED
We had her followed.
                                                            
Jed picks up an envelope opens it and takes some photo’s out
and throw’s them on the table.
                                                            
                       JED
Christ! How many time do I have to
say it. She was a Fucking Brit
spy.
                                                            
John stops, and turns glances at the photo’s.
                                                            
                       BULL
Christ! Anymore cob webs coming
out of the cupboard, we should
know about?
                                                            
                       JED
(into phone)
Okay. Carry on, phone me when its
done.
                                                            
John paces in the room, runs his fingers through his hair
while he stares at Jed on the phone.
                                                            
 
INT. CAFE - SPANISH FRENCH BOARDER - DAY
                                                            
LYN HUGGINS mid twenties long red hair, sits and glances out
of the cafe window. A short fat man approaches and taps her
on the shoulder, Lyn turns around and glances up STEVE GRAY
early twenties smiles and slump down next to her.
                                                            
                       LYN
      (to Steve)
Well!
                                                            

9.

                       STEVE
We meet him, at Salou in about two
hours.
                                                            
Lyn glances out of the window, smiles.
                                                            
                       LYN
And the car?
                                                            
                       STEVE
All ready for the dummy run. I
made a call to Jed, as well.
                                                            
                       LYN
And!
                                                            
                       STEVE
MacDonald, been taken out.
                                                            
                       LYN
And that bitch?
                                                            
                       STEVE
(shaking his head)
No. Gone into hiding.
                                                            
Lyn shakes her head twists her lips, pushes the chair back
which screeches across the floor, on looker’s glances across
and she storms out of the cafe.
                                                            
 
EXT. BRIDGE STREET - WESTMINSTER - RUSH HOUR - DAY
                                                            
Two men in dark suits, JUSTIN LAKE, early 20’s, and SHAUN
BRISTOW, mid-30’s, sip coffee from paper cups as they
casually stroll toward Westminster Bridge.

They look like mild-mannered civil servants but their eyes
take everything in, they're both alert and aware.

Justin stops at a paper kiosk places the cup down and picks
up The Times and pays, he glances at the front page, the
headlines Reads IRA MEMBER KILLED IN BOMB BLAST. He folds
the paper and then strolls on over the bridge.
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
We just got her out in time.
                                                            
Justin stops with his back to the Thames and Westminster to
his right and opens the paper.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
I heard it, was a close one then?
                                                            

10.

                       BRISTOW
To close for comfort, if you ask
me.
                                                            
Justin glances up at Big Ben as it strikes. The time nine
thirty.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
How is she?
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
She’s okay, a bit shaken but...
then again, it goes with the
territory.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
She’s given us a lot of intel I
see?
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
(smiles)
I’ll tell you in the debrief, at
ten thirty.
                                                            
 
INT. MINISTRY OF DEFENCE BUILDING - WHITEHALL. - DAY
                                                            
A large polished table with a dozen chairs, set up with
water bottles and glasses. Justin places Files of paper at
each seated place, with large red letters which reads
RESTRICTED. At the head of the table a huge screen and
projector.

The doors open and several SUITS and UNIFORM men enter.
Bristow sits at the head of the table, Lake stands behind
him.

Bristow stands up and welcomes them in. Each take a seat and
sit down.
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
Morning gentleman.
                                                            
All nod and say morning, each one glances at each other and
then nods.
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
Gentlemen, in front of you, is a
file which has been compiled over
the last 48 hours... by fourteen
Int in Northern Ireland.
                                                            

11.

                       JUSTIN
The reason why, you are here today
gentlemen? There is a threat to
national security
                                                            
Each one opens the file in front of him. Bristow picks up a
remote control, turns to the screen and presses a button and
a picture is projected onto the screen.
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
Tom Macdonald... age twenty and a
known member of the IRA. Killed
three days ago, by his own men.
                                                            
Bristow passes the button again. The image of Liz Knight is
projected onto the screen in British military uniform.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Call sign Felix! Recruited by Army
intelligence two years ago,
because of her background.
Infiltrated the ranks of the IRA
last year.
                                                            
Bristow moves to the back of the table.
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
From the Protestant area of
Londonderry. Father killed by the
IRA in 1976 he was a known
Loyalists, gunned down in front of
his family. She was fourteen years
old.
                                                            
The button is pressed again. The image of LYN HUGGINS
appears on the screen.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Arrested in 1976. She was
convicted of possession of
explosives, and membership of the
IRA and sentenced to fourteen and
a half years imprisonment.
Released 1986.
                                                            
The screen flickers and the image of STEVE GRAY appears.
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
Steve Gray, little is known about
him. Joined the ranks of the IRA
at the age of seventeen years old.
                                                            

12.

                       JUSTIN
Was studying for his A levels when
imprisoned on remand in 1982. That
is all we know about him.
                                                            
The screen flicker again, the image of a men appears.
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
We believe this is the third
member of the IRA cell.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
His name is DAN GOULD age thirty
First imprisoned in 1973 and on
three subsequent occasions. From
1979 to 1981 he was in prison on
the blanket, for political status.

(pause)
He was the target of British Army
death threats and a loyalist
assassination attempt.
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
Any question?
                                                            
 
INT. HUGGINS CAR - SPANISH MOTORWAY - DAY
                                                            
Lyn and Steve drive at speed down the Spanish motorway
towards Salou in a brand new Renault, Music blasts out. A
Pistol for Paddy Garcia, by the Pogues.

Steve taps his fingers on the car door in tune to the music
while Lyn sleeps.
                                                            
 
EXT. BATTLE TRAINING RANGES - HEREFORD - DAY
                                                            
HARRY WOODS 30’s Dressed in full British Army khaki crouches
behind a wall as the sound of gunfire explodes overhead.
Beside Harry, a young soldier ANDY, early 20’s. Both men
carrying standard British issue SA 80 rifle.
                                                            
                       ANDY
Bloody hell!
                                                            
                       HARRY
They’re flanking us to the left.
                                                            
Next to ANDY, there’s a gap in the wall. Another RATTLE OF
GUNFIRE as an unseen enemy lays fire down the gap. Harry
points beyond it.
                                                            

13.

                       HARRY (CONT'D)
Cross the cap. I’m right behind
you!
                                                            
ANDY takes a breath, starts to move to his left towards the
new cover. He raises his rifle preparing to return fire, and
as he steps into the open Harry lunges at him.
                                                            
                       HARRY
No!
                                                            
Andy stops, on the end of the rifle a yellow Blank Firing
Attachments that indicates... they’re not using live ammo.
Harry and Andy turn to look at MAJOR MARK DUNHILL striding
towards them. Harry salutes Dunhill, Andy stands to
attention.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
Everyone alright?
                                                            
Dunhill holds out his hand.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL (CONT'D)
Weapon.
                                                            
Andy clears the breech on his rifle, thumbs on the safety
catch, hands it over. Dunhill takes the weapon, holds it at
arms length.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
Never. Ever. Forget.
                                                            
He squeezes the trigger. A burst of semi-automatic fire. The
rifles cocking handle jerks backwards and forwards, rapidly
ejecting a stream of metal bullet casings.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
Are you left handed?
                                                            
                       ANDY
Yes sir.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
The SA 80 individual weapon
cannot, under any circumstances,
be fired from the left shoulder.
Do so and the cocking handle will
break your jaw and you’ll get a
face full of red hot metal
casings. Even when you’re firing
blanks.
                                                            

14.

He makes the weapon safe and hands it back over to Andy.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
I know your use to the old S.L.R,
I’m afraid that this is your
standard issue British Army rifle
from now. Learn to love it.
                                                            
                       ANDY
Sir!
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
Not your fault. You didn't design
the bastard.
                                                            
 
INT. MINISTRY OF DEFENCE - DAY
                                                            
Shaun waits for a response, and points to a Colonel. COLONEL
JAMES a bull of a man, and head of Explosive Ordnance
Disposal on main land UK.

                                                            
                       BRISTOW
Yes Colonel.
                                                            
                       JAMES
Its sounds okay, given us
information on what we have seen,
but what is the threat anyway?
                                                            
Bristow SMILES and glances over at Lake.
                                                            
                       JUSTIN
Thank you Colonel, the reason why
you are all here. If you turn to
page six of the dossier you will
see the threat target Gibraltar.
There’s a major terrorist threat
to this community.
                                                            
The Colonel glances through the dossier and smiles.
                                                            
                       JAMES
How do we know this?
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
We have been tracking them for the
pass two and a half months. The
Spanish Authorities, informed us
two day's ago that the intended
targets are in Spain.
                                                            

15.

                       JAMES
And the intended target is?
                                                            
                       BRISTOW
Changing of the guard ceremony. We
believe that the three, will plant
a car bomb near the British
governor's residence.
                                                            
 
EXT. SALOU - NIGHT
                                                            
A lone figure in faded jeans and leather jackets stands with
his back against a white Renault, DAN GOULD he glances
around kicks his heels against the wall of the car type.
                                                            
Another Renault pulls up alongside and Steve sticks his head
out of the window. Dan turns around and SMILES.
                                                            
                       GOULD
What's taken you so long?
                                                            
                       STEVE
Taken it nice and easy.
                                                            
                       GOULD
Running a little late, you were
meant to be here two hours ago!
                                                            
Lyn wakes up, and glances over.
                                                            
                       LYN
What's the problem?
                                                            
                       GOULD
You were meant to be here two
hours ago, what the fuck have you
been doing.
                                                            
                       LYN
Give the mouth a rest and keep
your tone down.
                                                            
Dan points down the street, Steve and Lyn glances over.
                                                            
                       GOULD
Park the car, just down the road
on the left. I'll meet you in the
cafe.
                                                            
Steve nods and pull away. Dan glances around, and notices a
red car with two men inside. He gives a stare glances
anxiously at his watch and stroll down the side walk.
                                                            
 

16.

INT. ACCOMMODATION BLOCK - HEREFORD - NIGHT
                                                            
Harry sleeps on his bed, soft music plays in the background.
next to his bed a telephone, on the wall posters of page
three pin ups. The phone rings, Harry feels for it half
asleep and picks it up. He raises his eyebrows.
                                                            
                       HARRY
      (into phone)
Right okay.
                                                            
Harry glances around his room, gets up and moves to a mirror
on his locker. He stares into it, runs his fingers through
his hair and smile. He leaves the room with the music still
playing.
                                                            
 
INT. BRIEFING ROOM - HEREFORD - NIGHT
                                                            
Everyone assembled. Harry, Andy and six other are staring at
a screen at the far end of the room laughing and joking...
The door is pushed open and three uniformed men march in.
Harry jolts back into work mode.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
Okay lads settle down and listen
in.
                                                            
Pictures are projected onto the screen, Harry glances up.
                                                            
                       MAJOR
Operation Strike Hard!
                                                            
The Major turns towards the screen.
                                                            
                       MAJOR (COND'T)
These three gentlemen, we believe
are the known IRA cell operating
abroad, for the last three months
or so.
                                                            
Harry takes his note pad out and starts to write. While a
corporal strolls around the group of men and hands fact
sheets out. Harry glances up as the fact sheet is shoved
under his nose.
                                                            
Harry leans over to Andy and a few words are exchanged.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
Right gentlemen, we won’t go
through all the facts, you know
the score... you have the details
            (MORE)

17.

                       DUNHILL (cont'd)
in front of you, read and
digested. Right... Remember the
six’ P’s Planning and Preparation
Prevents Piss Poor Preferments.
                                                            
Andy and Harry burst out into laughter.
                                                            
                       MAJOR
These three must be stopped at all
cost, before hell is delivered on
the community of Gib.
                                                            
                       DUNHILL
At 03,30 hours gentlemen you will
report to the Helli pad, you will
be transported by helicopter to
RAF Brize Norton, then transferred
to Gib.
                                                            
 
EXT. BRIZE NORTON - 0415 - NIGHT
                                                            
The C130 stands on the tarmac, REAR RAMP DOWN engines roar
to NEARLY full throttle a light in the distances moves
across the night sky AT SPEED towards the plane.

The distance light come’s into view, a helicopter hovers
about the tarmac the huge rotor blades twirl around at
tremendous speed the side doors open and six dark figures
jumps out, followed by equipment chucked out by the load
master.

The six dark figures dash towards the rear of the C130 and
disappear up the ramp. The ramp starts to close as the last
man moves up the ramp as the C130 taxes along the tarmac to
the runway.

It turns, engines roar into life and it taxes down the
runway and lifts up off the ground and disappears into the
clouds.
                                                            
 
EXT. MAIN ENTERS - BRIZE NORTON - LATER - NIGHT
                                                            
Two white ford transit vans turn off the main road into the
main enters of the camp. The orange strips along the middle
of the vans glow as the gate lights shine down on them.

An airman steps out from the shadows of the gate post, and
steps in front of the lead van. The transit come’s to a
halt, a few words are exchanged the airman steps back and
waves the transits on.
                                                            
 

18.

EXT. AIRFIELD HARD STANDING - NIGHT
                                                            
Headlights appear from behind the hanger and stop in the
middle of the hard standing. A figure opens the door and
steps out. CORPORAL EDDIE STONE mid 20’s dressed in jeans
green bomber jacket and desert boots, stands there with
hands on his hips.
                                                            
He glances around and then glances at his watch. The other
door of the transit van opens, out steps SERGEANT DANNY
CLERK six foot also mid 20’s DRESSED in Shirt desert boots
and jeans.
                                                            
                       DANNY
Would’ve been nicer if we were met
at the airport.
                                                            
Eddie glances at Danny.
                                                            
                       EDDIE
How long have we got to wait?
                                                            
                       DANNY
How long... don’t know, shouldn't
be to long.
                                                            
Eddie looks away, down at the ground, and then back at
Danny. Eddie smiles, and chuckles, shakes his head. Danny
turns and leaves Eddie alone opens the transit door, closing
the door quietly behind him.
                                                            
The roar of engines get louder, Eddie turns and a long body
C130 APPEARS to the side of him. Danny opens the window and
shouts, but the noise of the engines to loud for Eddie to
hear him.

The down draft from the four engine blades makes Eddie lose
his balance he fights the down draft turns and notices Danny
signalling him to move himself and get ready to load the two
transit’s.
                                                            
 
INT. REPUBLICAN SAFE HOUSE - ANDERSONSTOWN - NEXT - DAY
                                                            
Jed sits at the head of the table, John sits across from him
both stare at the phone in the middle of the table.
                                                            
                       BULL
As Lyn made contact, since the
other day?
                                                            
Jed shakes his head, picks up a packet of cigarettes takes
one out and lights it up.
                                                            

19.

                       BULL (COND'T)
What about Steve?
                                                            
Silence the kind of heavy silence just after someone’s said
something truly awful. Then Jed shakes his head again as he
puffs on the cigarette.
                                                            
The phone rings, Jed stares at John and reaches for the
phone. John grabs Jed's hand and shakes his head then gabs
the phone himself.
                                                            
                       BULL
      (into phone)
Bull!
                                                            
                       VOICE ON PHONE
I need to see you.
                                                            
                       BULL
Who is this?
                                                            
Jed stares nods his head. John hold his hand up to say
quite.
                                                            
                       VOICE ON PHONE
You will know who I am, when we
meet.
                                                            
                       BULL
Where!
                                                            
                       VOICE ON PHONE
Not in Belfast. Bangor on the sea
front near the clock, Just you no
one else.
                                                            
                       BULL
Just me.
                                                            
                       VOICE ON PHONE
Yes you, no one else, I have some
information for you. Three O'clock
today.
                                                            
The phone goes dead. Jed stares, John shakes his head and
places the phone down.
                                                            


FADE OUT.


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From Kevin Date 6/24/2005 0 stars
not original, not good would frown if u gave it to me to produce it

From Kevin Date 6/16/2005 0 stars
please improve, sine it's a work in progress. needs a lot corrections, like the story doesn't grab your audience, well not me, producers will look down on this script

From Kevin Date 6/11/2005 1/2
wasn't into it. very dull, make longer. got really bored but i finished it, i wasn't impressed, by the fourth page i knew the ending was going to be bad, try again

From vicky l. ring Date 6/9/2005 ****
I like it...is it short because of a series or you haven't completed the rest. Well if it isn't finished I'll finish the rest later.


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