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The Never Event
by Scott McNeely (qsmcneely72@yahoo.com)

Rated: R   Genre: Action/Adventure   User Review: ****
Our worst nightmare has just come true. In the span of two hours two American cities have been decimated by nuclear bombs. The madman behind this attack claims to have a total of 12 nuclear bombs set to go off unless his demands are met. Mike Grimes, a Counter Terrorism agent trained to track down men like this is hot on his trail. Drake Gordon, lead field agent of NEST is searching desperately for the nukes before they go off. The race to save America is on but Mike and Drake will have to fight through a web of lies, coverups and betrayal before they can finally quell the threat of nuclear anillation.


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THE NEVER EVENT

INT. BLACK ROOM - NIGHT
                                                            
INTERTITLE: The enemy will never attack you where you are
strongest. He will attack you where you are weakest. If
you do not know your weakest point, be certain your enemy
will.

-SUN TZU
(ART OF WAR)
                                                            
                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
KA - BOOM! A BOMB BLAST rips the darkness in half. An ANGRY
RED FIREBALL fills all but the very edges of the screen.

WIDEN to reveal the tell - tale signs of a mushroom cloud. A
beautiful brunette woman COMES INTO VIEW blotting out the
mushroom cloud. Fire from the bomb can still be seen around
her. She is wearing a thin nightgown. She seems to be
dancing, holding out her arms to the screen as if she wants
to dance with you.

She softly says "Mike". Behind her the shockwave from the
nuclear blast comes closer and closer until suddenly
FIRE shoots out of her MOUTH and EYES and she admits a SOUL
- RENDING SCREAM.
                                                            
 
INT. MIKE'S BEDROOM - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: DALLAS, TEXAS

MIKE GRIMES LEAPS halfway out of bed SNAPPING awake. Damn
nightmare again. He is well - muscled, well - tanned,
ruggedly handsome, he would look equally comfortable on the
cover of G.Q. or SOLDIER OF FORTUNE.

The bed is soaked with sweat. He is shirtless and wearing
gray shorts. He sets up placing his bare feet on the floor.
He grabs a picture frame from the nightstand, knocking beer
bottles to the floor in the process.


2.

CLOSE ON the picture. The girl from his dream is standing
next to him, holding onto his arm, in front of the Alamo.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Good morning sweetheart.
                                                            
He kisses the picture, replacing it on the nightstand. He
grabs the remote, turning on the TV as he gets out of bed.

He heads for the shower. O.S. The SHOWER starts running.
FOCUS ON TV as the REPORTER gives his report.
                                                            
                       REPORTER
Noah Sessions took the oath of
President of the United States as
the forty - fourth President
earlier this morning.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. MIKE'S BATHROOM - DAY
                                                            
The shower is running. Mike stands in front of the mirror
shaving.
                                                            
                       REPORTER (O.S.)
As you may clearly remember
Sessions was one of several
firefighters decorated for their
heroic bravery following the 9/11
attacks. Sessions wife was among
the victims that horrific day
                                                            
Finished shaving, Mike undresses and steps into the shower
pulling the curtains closed.

O.S. Mike's CELL PHONE RINGS. The reporter continues his
news broadcast unintelligibly.
                                                            
INT - DOORWAY MIKE'S BEDROOM
                                                            
Mike appears wearing a towel around his waist, still
dripping water. He walks over to the bed reaching for the
remote.
                                                            

3.

                       REPORTER (O.S.)
President Sessions won the
November election by a landslide
claiming almost sixty percent of
the national vote.
                                                            
Mike clicks off the TV, picking up his still ringing phone.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Grimes.
                                                            
JULIE LACEK, pushing 30. still very cute and smart as a whip
is on the other end of the line.
                                                            
                       JULIE (O.S.)
It's Julie. JUNIOR wanted me to
call you and let you know he and
RICK found him.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Where?
                                                            
                       JULIE (O.S.)
Vegas
                                                            
                       MIKE
They wrap him up yet?
                                                            
                       JULIE (O.S.)
No. They are waiting for you.
Junior wants you to call him as
soon as you can.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Thanks
                                                            
He breaks the connetion and then dials a number from memory.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR (O.S.)
Hernandez
                                                            
                       MIKE
Hey it's Mike, Julie tells me you
have him.
                                                            
EXT - RESIDENTIAL SECTION LAS VEGAS NEVADA
                                                            

4.

JUNIOR HERNANDEZ,husky former pro wrestler, is seated in a
SUV wearing blue jeans and T-shirt. He is focusing his
binoculars on a group of Middle - Eastern men exiting a cab
and entering an upscale residential home (INTERCUT PHONE
SEQUENCE)
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Appears he's got himself a nice
gig out here.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Anyone familiar?
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Abdul Rashid Abadi and Ahmed
Nazari.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Damn, he's going old school.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Do you want us to wrap him up?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Make sure you take them alive. I
need to get as much information
out of them as I can.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Yes Sir.
                                                            
 
INT. MELISSA DELGADO'S KITCHEN - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA.

MELISSA DELGADO, mid 20's, slighty chunky, cute is cooking
scrambled eggs. Her five year old son, BRAYDEN, stands on
his chair BANGING a spoon on the table, while two year old
ALISSA CRIES.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
      (Irritated)
Brayden James sit down. Quit
being such a brat.
                                                            

5.

A puzzled look comes over his face.
                                                            
                       BRAYDEN
What's a brat Mommy?
                                                            
Before she can answer the phone rings. She picks it up,
taking the eggs off the stove and walking to Alissa to pick
her up as she answers.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
Hello?
                                                            
                       STEVE (O.S.)
Your team's been called in. You
have twelve hours.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
You have GOT to be kidding me!
Seriously? I have my kids this
weekend I can't possibly make it
in.
                                                            
                       STEVE (O.S.)
Terror don't take weekends. Sorry
but you have twelve hours.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
      (Angrily)
Fuck you very much Steve.
                                                            
She slams the phone back into the cradle. She seethes for a
moment then dials CINDY her baby - sitter.
                                                            
                       CINDY (O.S.)
Hello?
                                                            
                       MELISSA
Cindy? It's Melissa. Look I know
it's Saturday and you probably
have tons of stuff to do but work
called and I have to go in. Is
there anyway possible you could
watch the kids?
                                                            
                       CINDY (O.S.)
It'll cost you.
                                                            

6.

                       MELISSA
How much?
                                                            
                       CINDY (O.S.)
Double since it's the weekend.
                                                            
Melissa clinches her fist around the phone, almost to the
point of breaking it.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
Fine. Get here as soon as you
can!
                                                            
 
EXT. ST. CLOUD LAKE JOGGING PATH - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: ST. CLOUD LAKE FLORIDA

A black SUV pulls INTO VIEW along a curb next to the jogging
path.

ANGLE ON MARK DAVIS, mid 30's, well - muscled, ex -
military, jogging ahead of the SUV. Headphone wires run
from his ears to the IPOD clipped on his shorts.

He looks back, spies the SUV and SPRINTS down the path. The
SUV GUNS its engine quickly overtaking Mark. It SLEWS
around him coming to rest blocking the path. An AGENT in a
black suit exits the rear door of the vehicle, gun trained
on Mark.

Mark comes to a SKIDDING HALT putting his hands high in the
air.
                                                            
                       MARK
Morning boys, just having some
fun. I was gonna stop.
                                                            
The agent holsters his pistol breaking into a smile.
                                                            
                       AGENT
Sure you were slick. Come on
let's go, the plane's waitin'
                                                            
Mark walks to the SUV, punching the agent in the gut as he
passes. He looks down on the doubled over agent.
                                                            

7.

                       MARK
That's for ruining a perfectly
good morning!
                                                            
He climbs into the back of the SUV SLAMMING the door shut.
                                                            
 
EXT. SUPER VALU GROCERY STORE, BOWMAN NORTH DAKOTA - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: BOWMAN NORTH DAKOTA

A black SUV SKIDS to a stop in front of Super Valu, smoke
pouring from the tires as the brakes lock up. An AGENT in a
black suit, black shades, and earpiece steps out of the SUV
as soon as it comes to a stop, entering the store.
                                                            
INT - SUPERVALU
                                                            
DRAKE GORDON, late 20's, dressed in jean shorts, flipflops
and tank top, pushes a grocery cart down an aisle. GROCERY
STORE MUSIC is piped in through old busted speakers.

O.S. a STORE CLERK calls over the P.A. system drowning out
the music.
                                                            
                       CLERK (O.S.)
Drake Gordon would you please come
to the front of the store?
                                                            
Drake looks around, an amused expression on his face as he
starts to push his basket towards the front. His expression
changes when he spies the agent standing behind the
frightened clerk.

Drake STOMPS to the agent.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Can I at least drop these off at
the house first?
                                                            
                       AGENT
Sure. But make it snappy.
                                                            
Drake motions to the clerk to begin scanning the groceries.
He turns to the agent, anger still evident in his voice.
                                                            

8.

                       DRAKE
What is this all about? I was
supposed to have off this weekend!
                                                            
                       AGENT
All I know is Director Ryan has
activated your team.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
      (Sarcastically)
At least I'm not the ONLY one who
got his weekend fucked up by you
goons!
                                                            
Drake focuses his attention once more on the clerk.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
      (To Clerk)
Sorry about this man. Some people
                                                            
Drake points defiantly at the agent.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
Don't know how to treat hard
working country folk.
                                                            
The store clerk notices the pained look that crosses the
agent's face.
                                                            
                       CLERK
      (Laughing)
No problem, Mr. Gordon. The
customer is always right.
                                                            
He scans the last item.
                                                            
                       CLERK (CONT'D)
That'll be one oh seven fifty
four.
                                                            
Drake turns to the agent.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
This lovely gentleman will pay for
it considering he has screwed up
my morning so royally.
                                                            

9.

The agent stiffly pulls out his wallet, handing over a
credit card.
                                                            
                       CLERK
Dude! That is awesome! I wish I
had someone to screw my morning
up.
                                                            
Drake laughs as the clerk returns the card to the agent,
handing the receipt to Drake.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Thanks Greg. See you next week.
                                                            
Drake exits the store with the agent in tow.
                                                            
 
EXT. RESIDENTIAL STREET LAS VEGAS NEVADA - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: LAS VEGAS NEVADA

Four black SUVs, emergency and strobe lights flashing,
SQUALL to a stop in front of an upscale home. Two sports
cars sit in the driveway. CTS agents, including Junior,
RACE to the front of the house. FLASH BANGS SMASH through
the front windows.

The MUFFLED EXPLOSION is quickly followed by the front door
being RIPPED off its hinges by a BATTERING RAM. The agents
pour into the house.
                                                            
INT - RAIDED HOME
                                                            
Smoke hangs thick in the air from the flash bangs. Junior
and the others clear the home room by room. They round up a
total of five terrorists.
                                                            
EXT - FRONT LAWN OF RAIDED HOME
                                                            
Junior stands scanning photos of the terrorists in his PDA.
It makes a small PING as it matches one of the terrorist.

ANGLE ON picture of RUHAN MOHAMED. Junior dials a speed
dial number.
                                                            

10.

                       MIKE (O.S.)
Grimes
                                                            
                       MIKE
We got him! I will be bringing
him back this afternoon.
                                                            
                       MIKE (O.S.)
I'll let Bill know, that should
make him happy.
                                                            
Junior flips the phone shut. An agent comes up to him.
                                                            
                       AGENT
You better come look at this.
                                                            
INT - RAIDED HOME
                                                            
The agent leads Junior down into a small basement. On a
table illuminated by a stark low - watt bulb are timers,
switches, hundreds of feet of det cord, and maps of major
cities some with locations marked in red.
                                                            
                       AGENT
They were in the process of
planning something big.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
What happened to him?
                                                            
A dead terrorist lies slumped over in a chair.
                                                            
                       AGENT
Haven't determined a C - O - D.
Maybe we can get the information
from one of those fuckers
upstairs.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
I'll see what I can find out.
                                                            
EXT - RAIDED HOME
                                                            
Junior walks up to Ruhan
                                                            

11.

                       JUNIOR
What happened to the dead guy in
your basement?
                                                            
Ruhan looks up at him a smug expression on his face.
                                                            
                       RUHAN
He died of how you say? Ration
posion?
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
You mean Radiation posion?
                                                            
                       RUHAN
Yes, yes. Radiation posion.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
How did he get it?
                                                            
                       RUHAN
There was an accident making one
of the bombs.
                                                            
Junior keys his radio.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
This is Echo Six Four. All agents
evacuate and seal the basement
Immediately. Possible threat of
contamination. Repeat evacuate
and seal the basement immediately.
                                                            
Junior flips open his phone.
                                                            
                       JULIE (O.S.)
CTS Dallas
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Julie, patch me through to Drake
Gordon NEST Operations.
                                                            
                       JULIE (O.S.)
Ok it will take me a few minutes
hold on.
                                                            
As Junior is waiting an agent runs up to him.
                                                            

12.

                       AGENT
What is going on?
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
We have a dead guy in the
basement. Ruhan mentioned that he
died of radiation posioning. Until
we can test for radiation get
those agents
                                                            
He is interrupted by an agent BURSTING out of the house and
retching violently on the lawn.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
      (YELLING)
Get those men out of that basement
now!
                                                            
Julie comes on the line as he is screaming.
                                                            
                       JULIE (O.S.)
      (Scared)
What is going on Junior?
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Did you get ahold of Drake?
                                                            
                       JULIE (O.S.)
Yeah he's right here go ahead.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (O.S.)
Hey man long time no see. What's
going on? Sounds like you are in
a tight spot.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Tell your boss we raided Ruhan
Mohamed's compound. Found tons of
bomb making components and a dead
guy that is contaminated with
radiation.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (O.S.)
I'm on it.
                                                            

13.

Junior flips the phone closed. He sets down the stack of
photos in his hand on the hood of one of the sports cars,
placing his phone on them to weight them down. He SPRINTS
to the fallen agent.

ZOOM IN on photos. FREEZE on images of HASSAN ALI HAMADEI,
IBRAHIM YASIN and RAMZI GHAITH spread out under the phone.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. ROGER'S GARAGE - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: ST. CATHARINES, NEW YORK

A sign identifying Roger's Garage stands at the curb of the
large mechanic shop. The bay doors are open, revealing
three big rigs parked side by side inside the garage.

FOCUS ON DALE ROGERS as he speaks with Hassan.
                                                            
                       DALE
What can I do for you?
                                                            
                       HASSAN
I am Hassan Hamadei. I send you
from agency. I work for you. Very
good work. I work for you.
                                                            
                       DALE
You are the one Shelia called me
about yesterday?
                                                            
                       HASSAN
I work for you.
                                                            
                       DALE
Did she send over the paperwork
with you?
                                                            
Hassan produces a triplicate copy of a work order. Dale
inspects it.
                                                            
                       DALE (CONT'D)
Good I was needing someone. Do
you know how to drive a standard?
                                                            

14.

Dale makes imitation movements like a gear shift.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
Yes, I know this.
                                                            
                       DALE
Good. Back that bus in when I
move this truck out.
                                                            
Dale points to a WOLF CITY TOURS bus.
                                                            
                       DALE (CONT'D)
The keys are inside.
                                                            
Hassan heads off to the bus.
                                                            
 
INT. JUAN'S GARAGE - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: JUAREZ MEXICO

Five Middle - Eastern terrorists, dressed in Mexican Federal
Police gang - suppression gear, load a nuclear bomb into the
back of a Federal Police Suburban.
                                                            
 
INT. U.S. CUSTOMS CLEARING HOUSE - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: U.S. CUSTOMS CLEARING HOUSE PHOENIX ARIZONA.

A forklift loads crates into the back of a semi - trailer. A
Middle - Eastern driver in the back of the truck uses a
crowbar to pry the lid off one of the crates.

FOCUS ON LID where the words FRAGILE HOUSEWARES IRANIAN
CONSULATE AMBASSADOR FAHD AHMED ATWA is stenciled in
military lettering.

ANGLE ON CONTENTS: A nuclear bomb rests inside on packing
straw. FREEZE for a few seconds so we can see six crates
inside trailer.
                                                            
 
INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: ATLANTA GEORGIA
                                                            

15.

A moving van is the only item sitting in a huge warehouse. A
forklift, with a bomb hanging from its forks in a sling is
busy loading the bomb into the back of the van. Four
terrorists stand guard.
                                                            
 
EXT. TERRORIST BASECAMP - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: NEW HOME ALABAMA

Upscale home in secluded neighborhood. PAN neighborhood.
Fancy sports cars and SUVs grace every drive.
                                                            
INT - TERRORIST BASECAMP
                                                            
An Al-Qaeda film crew sets up a camera to film. The
Al-Qaeda leader IBRAHIM YASIN walks into the room. He is
dressed in black BDUs, black jump boots and a black ski mask
rolled up to reveal his face. A massive scar runs from the
top of his head to the tip of his chin on the left side.

He sits behind the desk at the front of the room. Two AK -
47s are propped up in front of the desk. A solid white flag
with a red A scorpion covering most of it hangs directly
behind him. A pair of crossed swords are situated directly
below the flag.

A CREW MEMBER gets his attention.
                                                            
                       CREW MEMBER
Ready General
                                                            
Ibrahim situates his notes in front of him on the desk,
pulls his ski mask down then looks up at the camera.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
Ready.
                                                            
The crew member adjusts the camera then gives a thumbs up.

NOTE: Ibrahim speaks in broken English.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
My name is Ibrahim Yasin, General
of the Islamic Liberation Group.
within your borders are twelve
nuclear bombs each capable of
            (MORE)

16.

                       IBRAHIM (cont'd)
destroying a city.
                                                            
NOTE: Ibrahim V.O. as following scenes are played.
                                                            
EXT - ROGER'S GARAGE - DUSK
                                                            
Inside a wide open garage bay bathed in flourescent light
sits the WOLF CITY TOURS bus. Hassan stands just inside the
door peering out into the gathering darkness in the
direction of the parking lot.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (V.O.)
      (CONT'D)
Our demands are simple. Withdraw
all American troops from our lands
within forty - eight hours.
                                                            
EXT - ROGER'S GARAGE
                                                            
A battered white pickup pulls into the parking lot. It
turns and backs slowly into the bay next to the bus. A
terrorist steps out of the pickup, helping Hassan maneuver
an engine hoist to the back of the pickup.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (V.O.)
      (CONT'D)
If our demands are not met America
will suffer the consequences of
your arrogance.
                                                            
INT - ROGER'S GARAGE
                                                            
ANGLE ON BED of pickup. Hassan RIPS back the tarp revealing
a linear nuclear bomb. They ratchet the bomb out of the
pickup and lower it onto two waiting floor jacks.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (V.O.)
      (CONT'D)
Our demands are non - negotiable.
America can bring weapons of war
into our borders within forty -
eight hours. You will not
withdraw your troops within the
same time frame or reap the
destruction of your arrogance.
                                                            

17.

INT - ROGER'S GARAGE
                                                            
FOCUS ON undercarriage of bus as Hassan welds the bomb
directly to the bottom of the bus. He then connects wires
coming out of a box to the side of the bomb, flipping a
switch on the box. A light on the box blinks from red to
green. Hassan flips it back off, the light blinking back to
red.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (V.O.)
      (CONT'D)
This is not a game. Do not test
me to find out if our claims are
true or America will reap the
destruction. Allah will protect
the righteous.
                                                            
INT - ROGER'S GARAGE
                                                            
The lights are extinguished in the bay. PUSH IN on wiring
box still glowing bright red.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
 
INT. EOC NELLIS AFB NEVADA - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: NELLIS AFB NEVADA

All the members of NEST including Dan Ryan are viewing the
tape of Ibrahim's demands. Dan shuts off the tape.
                                                            
                       DAN
Drake you are the weapons expert.
Is there any truth to what he is
claiming?
                                                            
                       DRAKE
The scary part is there is a lot
of truth to his statement. As
late as last week we received
reports that several nuclear
weapons worldwide are missing.
                                                            

18.

                       DAN
Melissa, have we heard anything
else from Counter Terrorism
Services on the whereabouts of
Hassan?
                                                            
                       MELISSA
The last we heard they were
focusing their search on him
coming down from Canada during the
middle of last week.
                                                            
                       DAN
Mark, as threat analyst what would
be your no - bones rating on the
credibility of this claim?
                                                            
                       MARK
Realistically? To have as many as
he claims I would say zero chance.
For him to have say at least two
or three in country with the
ability to detonate? At least
seventy - five to eighty percnt.
                                                            
Dan ponders this a moment
                                                            
                       DAN
Drake, what is your best guess as
to the most likely type of weapons
he could possess?
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Likely it would be a smaller yield
bomb. Either our B - sixty one or
a Joe four from the Russians. I
really don't see them having the
ability to get their hands on
anything over a megaton without us
knowing about it.
                                                            
                       DAN
What are the capabilities of these
weapons? I mean you ARE the
expert.
                                                            

19.

Drake stands and walks to the front of the room. He types
commands into the computer sitting on a desk on the right
side of the room. A satellite image of Los Angeles appears
on the big screen monitor in the middle of the bank of
monitors.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
This is Los Angeles. If one of
our B sixty one's exploded this
would happen.
                                                            
A medium-sized circle in red superimposes over ten city
blocks in all directions. A larger circle in blue outside
the red superimposes over another fifteen blocks in all
directions.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
This inner circle would be the
epicenter. Ten blocks in all
directions destroyed. This outer
circle is reduction in power but
still powerful enough to flatten
buildings. The center of LA would
be destroyed, Further out there
would be less damage but LA would
be a total loss.
                                                            
Drake types another couple of commands in the computer. A
larger circle in red is superimposed over the first and the
blue circle of the new epicenter is superimposed over an
area covering 10 more city blocks in all directions.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
This would be the Joe Four. Bigger
yield, more damage that simple.
                                                            
                       DAN
In your opinion these are the two
most likely bombs he would
possess?
                                                            
                       DRAKE
They make the most sense.
                                                            
Dan stands
                                                            

20.

                       DAN
I'll contact the President, let
him know we are facing a never
event.
                                                            
 
EXT. ROGER'S GARAGE - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: TWELVE HOURS LATER

FOCUS ON TOUR BUS sitting in front of the garage. PAN to
Dale standing with ALBERT WOLF, pushing 30 heavy-set Samoan,
wearing a Hawaiian shirt, blue jean shorts and sandals. Dale
extends his hand to Albert.
                                                            
                       DALE
Thanks for your business brother.
We tried to have it ready as soon
as we could.
                                                            
                       ALBERT
Thank you so much. You did more
than enough. Hey, if you ever get
some time and you want to see the
sights let me know I will hook you
up.
                                                            
                       DALE
      (Laughing)
I'll remember that. Take care
now.
                                                            
Dales goes back into the garage. Albert hops on the bus and
pulls out of the parking lot.
                                                            
TRACK BUS as it heads through town to Albert's business. PAN
DOWN and UNDER the bus. CLOSE on bomb. The light on the
box goes from red to green.
                                                            
 
INT. COUNTER TERRORISM SERVICES HEADQUARTERS - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: COUNTER TERRORISM SERVICE HQ DALLAS TEXAS

Mike Grimes along with 30 other CTS agents are standing or
sitting facing a wall of monitors. Every monitor has the

21.

three photos of the terrorists Mike recovered from Ruhan's
house on it.

BILL POLLARD, Director of CTS, stands in front of the
monitors. He is pushing 60 grey headed but still very well
muscled and tannedm conducts the briefing.
                                                            
                       BILL
These three men are considered to
be the biggest threat to American
National Security at the moment.
This one.
                                                            
Points to the picture of Ibrahim.
                                                            
                       BILL (CONT'D)
Is claiming to be the leader of
the Islamic Liberation Group. He
has demanded that the American
government withdraw all troops
from the Middle East within twenty
four hours or he will unleash
nuclear weapons.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Do you think he is somehow
connected to the cell we took down
in Vegas?
                                                            
                       BILL
Could be. He is linked to a
family in San Diego that went off
grid the same time he did.
                                                            
                       MIKE
If you don't have another
assignment for me, my team will
follow the San Diego angle.
                                                            
                       BILL
That's a good idea, I'll notify
Los Angeles you are coming. They
can provide any assistance you
need.
                                                            

22.

The nine members of Mike's team stand and quietly follow him
out of the room.
                                                            
 
EXT. GRAND ISLAND NEW YORK - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: GRAND ISLAND NEW YORK

TRACK WOLF CITY TOURS BUS as it cruises across the I - 90
bridge from Niagara Falls onto Grand Island.
                                                            
INT - TOUR BUS
                                                            
ALBERT'S POV: Out the window traffic suddenly slows to a
crawl. Road construction signs warn people the right lane
is closed ahead and to merge left. Construction cones can
be seen in the distance blocking the right lane squeezing
all traffic into one lane.
                                                            
Albert picks up the microphone to the bus pager system.
                                                            
                       ALBERT
Ladies and Gentlemen. I do
apologize for the delay, road
construction ahead is slowing
traffic. We will be through here
and on our way in just a few
minutes.
                                                            
EXT - TOUR BUS
                                                            
Track bus as it crawls steadily through the construction
zone traffic.
                                                            
EXT - CONSTRUCTION ZONE
                                                            
FOCUS ON CONSTRUCTION SIGN warning drivers no pavement on
road ahead for next 2 miles.
                                                            
INT - TOUR BUS
                                                            
ALBERT'S POV: The traffic finally clears the construction
zone and the cones gradually guide them back into two lanes.
The lanes are unpaved and very bumpy.
                                                            

23.

EXT - TOUR BUS
                                                            
TRACK bus as it bumps over rough asphalt.
                                                            
EXT - UNDERCARRIAGE OF BUS
                                                            
FOCUS ON bomb as it rattles. A SMALL SPARK from the wiring
box is seen before the screen
                                                            
                                         WHITES OUT:
                                                            
 
EXT. GRAND ISLAND CONSTRUCTION ZONE - DAY
                                                            
ACTION IS CONTINUOUS

AERIAL VIEW of the bus as it DISINTEGRATES into a million
particales in a blinding flash. A GIGANTIC BLAST RIPPLES
through the surrounding countryside. Vehicles and buildings
on either side of the bus disappear in a blinding flash.
                                                            
EXT - I - 90 BRIDGE
                                                            
An ANGRY RED - ORANGE FIREBALL is seen where the bus
disappeared. It quickly grows into a mushroom - shaped
cloud. A GROWING WALL OF DESTRUCTION races towards the
bridge, exploding anything in its path into a million tiny
particles.
                                                            
EXT - HWY 290 SOUTH OF TONAWANDA NEW YORK
                                                            
Sheriff GRADY PIERCE pulls out of Brighton Park onto 290
when the bomb blast catches his eye. Throwing smoke and
flaming debris hundreds of feet in the air, the BOOMING
EXPLOSION of the blast reaches him seconds before his car is
assailed by 70 mph wind and debris.
                                                            
INT - SHERIFF CRUISER
                                                            
Grady fights to regain control of his cruiser with one hand
while reaching for his radio with the other.
                                                            
                       GRADY
This is Adam two five for dispatch
come in!
                                                            

24.

LISA BELTON answers him although he can barely hear her over
the howling hurricane force winds ravaging his car.
                                                            
                       LISA
This is dispatch go ahead Grady
                                                            
                       GRADY
Lisa, we have an explosion of some
sort in the vicinity of Grand
Island I'm on two ninety heading
there now to get a better look.
                                                            
                       LISA
      (Near Panic)
Did you say an explosion?
                                                            
                       GRADY
Yeah! there has been some kind of
explosion over near Grand Island.
Call the FBI, tell them what we
know so far. Call me back when
you get ahold of them.
                                                            
                       LISA
I'm on it. Be careful
                                                            
Grady hangs up his radio, turning on the windshield wipers
to see through the dirt and debris and fire flying around
him.
                                                            
EXT - SHERIFF CRUISER
                                                            
Grady flips on the emergency lights and siren, GUNNING the
motor speeding away.

PULL BACK INTO AERIAL VIEW. Grady's cruiser is on a strip
of asphalt heading into a massive funnel of fire fueled by
hurricane force winds.
                                                            
 
INT. JUAN'S GARAGE - NIGHT
                                                            
RAMZI GHAITH, SULAIMAN al-FARUQ and MOSHIN al-RAHIM sit
around a small TV. A NEWSREPORTER gives his report.
                                                            

25.

                       NEWSREPORTER
Earlier today what is believed to
have been a nuclear bomb exploded
in Grand Island New York. While
reports are sketchy we have
several eye witnesses who state
seeing a horrific blast followed
by a mushroom cloud of smoke.
                                                            
An image of the decimated city appears.
                                                            
                       NEWSREPORTER (CONT'D)
This is what is left of the once
proud city of Grand Island. As of
yet no group has claimed
responsibility for this attack.
                                                            
Ramzi switches off the TV.
                                                            
NOTE: All speak Arabic (subtitled)
                                                            
                       RAMZI
That is the signal. It has begun.
We must make preparations to
carry out our mission.
                                                            
                       MOSHIN
But brother, our orders were to
wait for two weeks before
beginning our mission. We have
been here less than a week. It is
too early.
                                                            
                       RAMZI
It was also part of our mission
when we heard news of the bomb
going off in New York we were to
proceed with our part.
                                                            
                       SULAIMAN
Was he not supposed to destroy
Buffalo? Why is that city still
standing? Where is this Grand
Island?
                                                            

26.

Ramzi stands, grabbing an Atlas off of the table. He finds
the map of New York, searching until he spots Grand Island,
pointing it out on the map.
                                                            
                       RAMZI
Grand Island is on the way to
Buffalo. Maybe he ran into
trouble or maybe he panicked.
Either way we have an explosion in
New York which is our signal to
attack.
                                                            
                       MOSHIN
Ramzi is right. We must bring
terror to the infidels. It
matters not wether it is a week or
a month, Allah's will be done.
                                                            
The matter settled, the group stands and heads for the door
leading to the garage.
                                                            
 
EXT. JUAN'S GARAGE - NIGHT
                                                            
The Federal Police Suburban pulls out of the garage heading
in the direction of the border.
                                                            
INT - TERRORIST VEHICLE
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: 3 MILES FROM US BORDER

Ramzi is at the wheel, Moshin sitting beside him up front
and Sulaiman squeezed in the back next to the bomb. As they
head towards the border they encounter heavy traffic. Ramzi
turns on the radio. A NEWSCASTER is giving a BREAKING NEWS
REPORT. THE EMERGENCY BROADCAST TONE is heard.
                                                            
                       NEWSREPORTER
This is a Breaking News Report. We
have just received word that
President Sessions has issued an
executive order sealing all
borders. Effective immediately
all border crossing will be closed
until further notice.

In addition all air traffic has
            (MORE)

27.

                       NEWSREPORTER (cont'd)
been grounded. All major
                                                            
Ramzi switches off the radio and looks at first one and the
other of the men with him.

NOTE: They all speak Arabic (subtitled)
                                                            
                       RAMZI
We must attack now! They will not
let us in the country we must
attack now before it is too late!
                                                            
                       MOSHIN
Do you think we are close enough?
                                                            
Sulaiman cranes his neck forward examining the glow of the
lights on the horizon.
                                                            
                       SULAIMAN
The lights are close. It will be
plenty close to kill many
infidels. Allah will be pleased.
                                                            
                       ALL IN UNISON
Allah is good! Allah is great!
                                                            
They repeat the chant over and over. CLOSE UP of Ramzi's
hand as he grabs a detonator switch from the dashboard
arming it.

They continue to chant as he depresses the trigger.
                                                            
                                         WHITE OUT:
                                                            
ACTION IS CONTINUOUS.

AERIAL VIEW of bumper to bumper traffic jammed up waiting to
get through U.S. Border Checkpoint. BOOM! BLAST RIPS
suburban apart sending fragments everywhere. Cars and
pickups cartwheel off the road, EXPLODING VIOLENTLY as the
HUGE EXPLOSION RIPPLES OUTWARD gathering steam. Semis and
RVs are tossed several feet in the air like Hot Wheels
before SLAMMING back to Earth, EXPLODING in FIREBALLS or
simply fragmenting into millions of pieces.
                                                            

28.

EXT - US BORDER CROSSING CHECKPOINT
                                                            
WALL OF DESTRUCTION hundreds of feet high bears down on the
Border Crossing. As the WALL reaches it, it splinters into
trillions of tiny particles.

FOCUS ON BLUE HIGHWAY SIGN. The Texas flag is in the center
of the sign. WELCOME TO TEXAS above the flag and DRIVE
FRIENDLY THE TEXAS WAY underneath printed in white. The
growing mushroom cloud glowing an angry orange is visible in
the b.g. A 2010 Dodge Charger ENGULFED in FLAMES HURTLES
through the air wiping out the sign.
                                                            
EXT - UTEP UNIVERSITY
                                                            
WALL OF DESTRUCTION rolls through the University ripping
buildings off foundations fragmenting them into hundreds of
tiny pieces. The Sun Bowl is splintered into a thousand
flaming particles.
                                                            
EXT - FORT BLISS
                                                            
Aircraft sitting on the tarmac are reduced to flaming hulks
of scrap metal in seconds. Buildings literally explode in
flaming fragments.
                                                            
AERIAL VIEW several thousands of feet high. The epicenter a
glowing mass of red as the mushroom cloud slowly falls
apart. El Paso is reduced to a blackened charred mess.
Nothing survives. FREEZE on image for a few seconds.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
 
INT. HOMELAND SECURITY HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: HOMELAND SECURITY HEADQUARTERS WASHINGTON D.C.

Jeffrey sits behind his desk in his office watching the news
coverage of the bombings on his personal flatscreen TV. The
phone rings. He lazily picks it up.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
Jeffrey Morris Homeland Security
                                                            

29.

                       UNKNOWN VOICE (O.S.)
      (In Distorted
       voice)
Jeffrey it is Raptor
                                                            
Hearing this Jeffrey sits BOLT UPRIGHT in his chair,
clicking off the TV
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
Yes, Sir. What can I do for you?
                                                            
                       UNKNOWN VOICE (O.S.)
      (Distorted Voice)
What the fuck is going on? Ibrahim
was not supposed to launch for
another week. And then he
couldn't even get the bomb to go
off in the right location?
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
      (Stammering)
I... I'm not entirely sure what
happened. I'll get to the bottom
of it before the end of the night.
                                                            
 
INT. EXECUTIVE OFFICE - NIGHT
                                                            
A man wearing an Army uniform has his back to us. He holds
a phone to his ear.
                                                            
                       UNKNOWN VOICE
      (Distorted voice)
Make sure you do. Atlanta is next
on the list. Make sure the right
target is hit this time and it is
on time.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY (O.S.)
Yes, Sir.
                                                            
The man hangs up the phone, staring out the window at the
view of the Washington Monument.
                                                            
 

30.

INT. HOMELAND SECURITY HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT
                                                            
Jeffrey replaces the phone, then picks it up and dials a
number by memory.
                                                            
NOTE: Ibrahim speaks in broken English
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (O.S.)
Hello?
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
What the fuck? I just got off the
phone with Raptor. He is not
pleased. Why did the bomb not go
off in Buffalo?
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (O.S.)
I spoke with Hassan he said the
only thing that could have
happened is something set it off
during the trip to Buffalo. Maybe
a cell phone or a radio.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
And what about the El Paso fiasco?
They were not supposed to launch
for another week.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (O.S.)
They were following our rules. We
build attacks to signal other
attacks. They saw the news and so
they attacked that is the way it
works
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
Contact the others and get them
back on track. Atlanta is next.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (O.S.)
Yes, sir.
                                                            
 

31.

EXT. ROGER'S GARAGE - DAY
                                                            
Two unmarked FBI cruisers sit in the driveway emergency and
strobe lights flashing. A marked FBI SUV also sits in the
drive.
                                                            
DEVIN LEWIS, mid 30s, stocky and tall, wearing the
traditional FBI blazer stands talking with Dale. Hassan is
working on a pickup in the b.g.
                                                            
                       DEVIN
How long has he worked for you?
                                                            
                       DALE
About a week.
                                                            
Devin flips through a small notepad to refresh his memory.
                                                            
                       DEVIN
Did you work on Wolf City Tours
bus last week?
                                                            
                       DALE
Sure, Albert is a good friend of
mine.
                                                            
                       DEVIN
I'm sorry to inform you but from
all indications Albert died in the
blast at Grand Island.
                                                            
Dale looks stunned, tears springing to his eyes.
                                                            
                       DEVIN
Mr. Rogers I know this is a
difficult time but did Hassan do
any of the repairs on the bus?
                                                            
                       DALE
      (Choking up)
He did all of them. Are you
saying he had something to do with
this?
                                                            

32.

                       DEVIN
We are not sure but just to be on
the safe side we are going to
bring him in.
                                                            
                       DALE
      (Anger in his
       voice)
By all means! If he is involved
he deserves to rot in hell!
                                                            
Devin walks over to Hassan and places cuffs on him. He
leads him out of the garage placing him in the cruiser.
                                                            
 
EXT. SAN DIEGO SHIPYARD - NIGHT
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: SAN DIEGO CALIFORNIA

The first streaks of dawn are breaking. Two freighters sit
side by side in harbor. A loading ramp leads up to the
nearest one.
                                                            
EXT - CTS INSERTION TEAM AIR TRANSPORT
                                                            
Two Blackhawk helicopters completely blacked out except for
the greenish glow of the helicopter pilots' faces reflected
from their instruments.
                                                            
INT - CTS INSERTION TEAM AIR TRANSPORT
                                                            
Mike places a set of tactical headphones on his head and
speaks into it.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Radio check Wolf One this is
Ironman come back.
                                                            
                       WOLF ONE (O.S.)
      (Filtered through
       headset)
Check Ironman you are coming
through five by five.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Roger that.
                                                            

33.

Mike turns to the five members of his fire team in his own
chopper and shouts to be heard above the noise.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
We will rope in on the fore and
aft decks. Deadly force against
all hostiles is authorized. Once
we secure the cargo we will exfil
from operations area via ground
transport.
                                                            
He hands out copies of Hassan, Ibrahim and Ramzi's
identification photos.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
These are priority one targets. If
they are spotted we are to take
them alive if at all possible.
Also it is highly likely that
nuclear weapons are aboard. Do
not fire at any crates and do not
attempt to open any. If any
crates are found we will mark them
and contact NEST to exfil them
Hooah?
                                                            
                       ALL IN UNISON
Hooah!
                                                            
EXT - CTS INSERTION TEAM AIR TRANSPORT
                                                            
The two Blackhawks SLIDE into a fast stop on top of the
first freighter. The two fire teams FAST ROPE onto the
deck.
                                                            
 
EXT. DECK OF FREIGHTER - NIGHT
                                                            
TRACK Mike's fire team as they advance up the deck. GUNFIRE
echoes around them. BARREL FLASHES are seen on both lower
and upper decks. Mike's team returns fire killing two
terrorists as they rush to the gangway stairs leading to the
upper deck.

CLOSE UP of terrorist as he comes INTO VIEW at the top of
the stairs. Mike cuts him down with a short burst from his

34.

MP-5. He SLIDES down the stairs towards the team. Mike and
the others step over him on their way up the stairs.

At the top of the stairs they encounter HEAVY GUNFIRE. They
CUT DOWN four terrorist, one of them doing a HEADFIRST DIVE
off the top to land on the deck below.
                                                            
                       WOLF ONE (O.S.)
      (Filtered through
       headset)
Iron Man this is Wolf One. Lower
deck clear.
                                                            
Mike enters the wheelhouse. The captain is slumped over a
desk an old pool of blood on the desk under his head.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Wolf One this is Iron Man. Upper
deck clear. Proceed to primary
objective.
                                                            
Mike motions for his team to go back down to the lower deck.
                                                            
INT - CARGO HOLD
                                                            
Flashlights splash light in hit and miss fashion. Lights
mounted on weapons also provide limited illumination.

CLOSE UP as light splays on a wooden crate. In bold letters
is HOUSEWARES IRANIAN CONSULATE.
                                                            
                       TEAM MEMBER #1
How much you want to bet those
ain't housewares?
                                                            
                       MIKE
We found them. Everybody clear
out. We'll wait for NEST.
                                                            
EXT - MAIN DECK OF FREIGHTER
                                                            
The sun is a flaming ball of orange low on the horizon. The
two Blackhawks can be seen sitting in the parking lot of the
shipyard. Mike is on his cellphone.
                                                            

35.

                       MIKE
We got them. Looks like two of
them. NEST needs to be informed
they are below deck in the cargo
hold.
                                                            
                       BILL (O.S.)
Good work. I need you back here
now!
                                                            
                       MIKE
Roger that. I'll leave Rick's
team here until NEST arrives. I'll
be on the next plane out.
                                                            
                       BILL (O.S.)
See you when you get back.
                                                            
 
EXT. SAN DIEGO SHIPYARD - DAY
                                                            
A NEST helicopter hovers over the two freighters.

AERIAL VIEW: A NEST team in biological space suits board
the first ship. A van is backed up to the loading ramp. Two
NEST members lug a sizable RECTANGLE STEEL BOX up the
loading ramp.

JORDAN MYERS, early 30's ex - military, buzz - cut, well -
muscled and tanned struggles with the box.
                                                            
                       JAKE
      (Breathing Heavily)
Couldn't it ever be easy? Why
does it always have to involve
breaking my back to find these
suckers.
                                                            
Mark Davis teases him.
                                                            
                       MARK
If you used your feet as much as
your mouth we'd be there already.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Alright that's one.
                                                            

36.

                       MARK
      (Laughing)
Bring it.
                                                            
Struggling they get to the top of the ramp and onto the deck
of the ship. Melissa Delgado waits for them arms crossed. A
duffle bag rests at her feet.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
'Bout time ya'll got here. I was
considering takin' a nap.
                                                            
Jake crosses to her putting an arm around her neck.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Now that I'm here you can.
                                                            
Stephanie shrugs his arm off her shoulder.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
You wish.
                                                            
                       HELICOPTER PILOT (O.S.)
      (Filtered through
       earpiece)
I hate to break up the love fest
but we gonna work today or what?
                                                            
                       MARK
Yeah, yeah where did CTS say they
were?
                                                            
                       HELICOPTER PILOT (O.S.)
      (Filtered through
       earpiece)
Below deck in the cargo hold. I'm
getting serious radiation output
from there.
                                                            
The guys pick up the box and SHUFFLE towards the open hatch
leading down into the cargo hold. Melissa holds a CRYO - 3,
a handheld gamma - ray detector. As she nears the hold the
CRYO - 3's ALARM sounds SHRILLY.
                                                            

37.

                       MELISSA
Whiskey Tango you are a radiation
bloodhound.
                                                            
                       HELICOPTER PILOT (O.S.)
      (Laughing)
It's all the cool toys I get to
play with that do the work
sweetheart.
                                                            
INT - FRIEGHTER CARGO HOLD
                                                            
The guys set the box down gently. They unsnap the case and
open it.

ANGLE ON OPENED CASE: A monitor takes up most of the inside
lid. Cushioned in the case is a mini keyboard, a full
rotation joystick and a small printer. Jake pops up the
retractable antenna and flips on the monitor.
                                                            
                       JAKE
      (Playfully to
       Melissa)
I have toys too.
                                                            
She rolls her eyes. Blake is at the controls as the machine
scans the crate showing dark blotches in the general shape
of a missile.
                                                            
                       MARK
Bingo tag and bag it!
                                                            
She retrieves the RADNET, a handheld combination cellphone,
PDA, and GPS with radiation sensor, from her duffle bag. She
locks the coordinates typing commands. The RADNET rings.
She clicks it to speakerphone.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
Hello?
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
      (Filtered voice)
Great work. We've locked the
coordinates and the extraction
team should be there within the
hour. How many are radiating?
                                                            

38.

                       STEPHANIE
Two
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
      (Filtered voice)
Sit tight extraction team enroute.
                                                            
 
EXT. GRAND ISLAND GROUND ZERO - DAY
                                                            
A blue cargo van with NEST emblazoned in white on the side
sits just outside blackened soil as far as the eye can see.
The van also has the NEST logo of the nuclear symbol and
sword emblazoned on the front and rear doors. Drake,
Melissa and Mark are suited up in bio - chem suits. Drake
wears a radcounter on his upper arm.

They step out of the van onto the blackened ground. Drake
immediately sinks to his ankles in ash, a small grey cloud
rising up.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Holy shit, this whole place is
nothing but ash watch your step.
                                                            
The team TRUDGES slowly deeper into the black circle.

SLOWLY PULL BACK INTO A HIGH AERIAL VIEW: The van is
sitting on the edge of a literal ocean of black. A huge
blackened circle several miles long and wide stretches in
front of the team as they creep along.

Drake has a rod that he THRUSTS into the ground with every
step.

PING! The sound of METAL STRIKING METAL. The team stops in
their tracks. Drake slowly pulls his rod back THRUSTING it
into a different spot but close to the original.

Another resounding PING! Drake drops to his knees scooping
up handfuls of ash depositing it beside him. The others
join him. Soon they have uncovered a piece of metal 2 feet
long by 4 feet wide. It is badly twisted and melted.

Drake with the help of the others pulls it up and inspects
it. A giant grin breaks out across his face.
                                                            

39.

                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
No matter how big a bomb you can
always find the pieces.
                                                            
They set it gently aside going to work digging out ash. They
find a couple more pieces before the radcounter on Drake's
arm goes off.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
Time to go. Be careful with that
we don't want to ruin any
evidence.
                                                            
They carefully haul the metal to the back of the van and
place it inside.
                                                            
 
INT. CTS DALLAS INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: DALLAS TEXAS

Hassan sits handcuffed to a metal table in a stark
interrogation room. Sunlight streams through a high window.
Mike walks in carrying a small black pouch, which CLANKS
heavily on the table where he drops it. He also drops a
file folder on the table.

Hassan, wide - eyed with fear looks from the bag to Mike
back to the bag and then slowly back to Mike.

Mike takes his seat in the chair directly in front of Hassan
and picks up the file folder, opening it.

NOTE: Hassan speaks halting broken English.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
What is that for?
                                                            
Indicating the black pouch with his head. Mike looks down
at the pouch and then pointedly at Hassan.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Let's hope you don't have to find
out. I'm here because we know you
planted the bomb that exploded in
New York. I want to know why and
            (MORE)

40.

                       MIKE (cont'd)
who ordered you to do it.
                                                            
Hassan immediately goes stone faced. He is not going to be
easy to break.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
What makes you believe I had help?
Do you not think I am capable of
doing something like this on my
own?
                                                            
Mike tosses the folder on the table leaning in inches from
Hassan's face.
                                                            
                       MIKE
No I don't. If you are then
someone named Ibrahim is taking
credit for it. Do not lie to me
again or you will find out what is
in the bag.
                                                            
Mike shifts back to his original position.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
So my question still remains. Who
ordered you to deliver the bomb
and why?
                                                            
                       HASSAN
      (Unfazed)
You are liar. Ibrahim is dead. He
would never make video to take
credit for my work.
                                                            
Mike looks around the room questioningly
                                                            
                       MIKE
Who said anything about a video? I
didn't. I said Ibrahim is taking
credit for the bomb.
                                                            
Mike stands and opens the black bag on the table slowly. He
pulls out a small rolled up pouch and SHOVES the empty bag
off the table.


41.

He then unfurls the roll revealing knives, scalpels,
scissors, electrodes, clamps, and various other items of
torture. There are also several hypodermic needles of
varios sizes, shapes and contain various colored liquids. He
lets Hassan get a good look.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Now that you know what's in the
bag do you still want to lie to
me? I can make your day a living
hell. I'm not leaving until you
give me the information I want.
                                                            
Hassan looks wide - eyed at him.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
I want my lawyer. As a United
States citizen I have rights. I
want a lawyer!
                                                            
Mike looks at him for a moment.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Not gonna happen. You have been
classified as an enemy combatant
which means your rights have been
terminated. You are not a
naturalized citizen. You came in
country just within the last two
month.
                                                            
Mike picks up the folder and opens it showing Hassan the
contents.

CLOSE UP grainy survelliance photo of Hassan, duffle bag on
shoulder, in an airport terminal.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
This was taken of you two months
ago when you were in New York City
and this
                                                            
Mike pulls out a sheet of paper SLIDING it to the edge of
the table close to Hassan so he can read it.

CLOSE on workorder from Barbara's Temp Service.
                                                            

42.

                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Is from a month ago when you first
applied for employment. Do you
still want to lie?
                                                            
Hassan remains defiant.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
You will have to kill me before
you get any information from me! I
am prepared to die for Allah!
                                                            
Mike stands and pulls a syringe from the pouch. He flicks
the needle while depressing the syringe, causing a small
amount of the greenish liquid inside to leak out.
                                                            
                       MIKE
That can easily be arranged.
                                                            
Mike STRIDES quickly to Hassan, YANKING his shirt sleeve up.
Hassan struggles wildly screaming.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
What is that? What are you going
to do with that?
                                                            
Mike maintains a firm grip of Hassan in one hand and the
syringe in the other. He yells to be heard over Hassan.
                                                            
                       MIKE
This is your ticket to Allah.
                                                            
He PLUNGES the needle into Hassan's arm. Hassan screams in
pain. He doesn't depress the syringe instead SLAMS a fist
into the side of Hassan's head.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Who sent you?
                                                            
Hassan screams at the top of his lungs.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
Abu Zabadi!
                                                            
Mike RIPS the needle out of Hassan's arm causing him to
scream even louder. He SLAMS Hassan back into his chair

43.

PINNING him with an arm on each shoulder. Mike leans into
Hassan's face. Hassan still writhing in pain looks at Mike.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Yelling angrily)
Who the fuck did you say?
                                                            
                       HASSAN
      (Whispering)
Abu Zabadi!
                                                            
Mike releases him. Hassan slumps his head sinking in his
chair.
                                                            
                       MIKE
That's impossible I killed Zabadi
ten years ago.
                                                            
Hassan gathers all his strength, shaking his head negatively
                                                            
                       HASSAN
He is alive. I lived with him in
Iraq before coming here. He is
bringing justice to the infidels.
Allah will protect the righteous.
                                                            
                       MIKE
We'll see about that.
                                                            
 
EXT. ATLANTA - NIGHT
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: ATLANTA GEORGIA

AERIAL VIEW of Atlanta skyline lit up at night.
                                                            
EXT - WASHINGTON STREET
                                                            
FOCUS ON WHITE PANEL VAN as it slowly passes the Chief
Justice of the Supreme Court Building.
                                                            
INT - WHITE PANEL VAN
                                                            
Jake West sits in front of computer screen filled with
fluctuating data. Computer screens show radiation detection
levels, wind conditions, traffic flow, topography and a City

44.

of Atlanta work permit schedule.

Jake reading the output turns to the driver.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Hey Scott, can you make another
pass. I am getting some readings
but can't determine if it is
signature or background.
                                                            
                       SCOTT
Sure thing boss.
                                                            
Scott takes a left on Martin Luther King Jr. Drive. Jake
continues to study the data readouts. He suddenly sits bolt
upright.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Scott stop right here!
                                                            
Scott pulls the van over to the curb. Jake grabs his
handheld radiation and gamma ray detector and BOLTS out of
the van turning it on as he lands on the sidewalk.
                                                            
EXT - 20TH STREET
                                                            
A MOVING VAN pulls slowly out of a construction site and
onto 20th Street heading into Downtown Atlanta. TRACK VAN
as it slowly merges into crowded Friday night traffic.
                                                            
EXT - GEORGIA TECH CAMPUS RECREATION CENTER
                                                            
JACK KIRKLAND, pushing 40 built like a linebacker pulls his
unmarked cruiser into the crowded parking lot. He quickly
spots his daughter on the lighted soccer field beside the
center. He pull into a handicapped zone near the front and
exits.

He dons his CTS jacket as he heads to the field to combat
the stiff breeze that is blowing. He checks his watch 7:30.
                                                            
EXT - MARTIN LUTHER KING JR. STREET
                                                            
Jake walks quickly down the well - lit sidewalk passing few
people as he makes his way back towards Washington Street.
The gamma - ray detector beeps quietly in his ear. He comes

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to a darkened alley. His instincts are in full working
order tonight. He walks slowly into the alley. The gamma
detector suddenly SHRIEKS. Jake yanks the earphone out of
his ear turning down the volume. He reinserts the earpiece
and heads slowly down the alley. He grabs his radio.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Scott, I found the trace I was
looking for. It is in an alley
between Washington and MLK bring
the van around and park in the
entrance so I can see where I'm
going.
                                                            
Scott's voice crackles over the radio in response.
                                                            
                       SCOTT
I'm on it Boss.
                                                            
EXT - GEORGIA TECH CAMPUS RECREATION CENTER
                                                            
TRACK MOVING VAN as it creeps into the crowded parking lot.
Teenagers and parents, students and patrons flow in and out
of the building. Stadium lights are flood the soccer field
beside the Center with light. Children and adults of all
ages are playing on the field. The van backs into a parking
spot at the back of the lot, its lights dimming as the truck
motor is killed.

O.S. A POLICEMAN is giving an announcement through a
bullhorn.
                                                            
                       POLICEMAN
Ladies and Gentlemen it is now
seven thirty. Curfew will begin
in thirty minutes. Please leave
the premises in time to make it to
your final destination for the
night.
                                                            
EXT - ALLEY BETWEEN WASHINGTON AND MLK STREETS
                                                            
Scott pulls the van into the alleyway flooding it with
light. Jake is no where to be seen.
                                                            

46.

                       SCOTT
      (Frantically on
       radio)
Alan where are you?
                                                            
Alan pops out from behind a garbage dumpster midway down the
alley. Alan's voice crackles back.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Oh it's just you. I saw a cop
pass by and thought maybe he was
checking on what was going on.
                                                            
Jake walks to the van opens the side door and gets in
retrieving his cellphone. He punches in numbers.
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
NEST Operations
                                                            
                       JAKE
Don't you ever go home? What are
you doing trying to work yourself
to death?
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
Hey somebody has to stay here and
man the phones. Almost every one
else is out in the field.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Put yourself in for a raise I'll
vouch for you.
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
      (Laughing)
What do you need Jake?
                                                            
                       JAKE
Aww I'm touched that you recognize
my voice. It is all my charm and
wit huh?
                                                            

47.

                       EMILY (O.S.)
      (Teasingly)
Hardly! You call here enough
needing help saving your butt
anyone would recognize it.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Hey no fair. But ok, maybe it is
true. I wanted to let you know we
found traces of gamma - rays in
Atlanta. Tell the chopper pilot
that radioed it in that it was a
good solid lead.
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
Will do. Anything else?
                                                            
                       JAKE
Go home and get some rest.
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
I'm working on it.
                                                            
Jake hangs up the phone. Scott turns to Jake a huge smile
playing on his face.
                                                            
                       SCOTT
You like her a lot huh?
                                                            
                       JAKE
No! Ok yes but I would never make
a move on her.
                                                            
                       SCOTT
Why not?
                                                            
                       JAKE
Too many unknowns. Never know
when it will be your day to bite
the bullet.
                                                            
EXT - GEORGIA TECH CAMPUS RECREATION CENTER
                                                            
The MOVING VAN is ripped apart in a massive EXPLOSION OF
LIGHT AND SOUND. GEYSERS of DIRT fly into the air as the
explosion rips into the soccer field. Vehicles are tossed

48.

out of the crowded parking lot like match sticks, EXPLODING
as they crash back to Earth or into one another. The
Recreation Center is VAPORIZED in flash of blinding light.
                                                            
EXT - GEORGIA TECH UNIVERSITY
                                                            
A FAST MOVING WALL OF DESTRUCTION decimates the University
in a matter of seconds, rolling vehicles, buildings, humans,
everything into a blender of light, fire and smoke.
                                                            
EXT - ALLEY BETWEEN WASHINGTON AND MLK STREETS
                                                            
The alleyway suddenly brightens as if lit by the sun. A
MASSIVE BOOM rolls over Jake. He LEAPS from the van racing
to the end of the alley.

JAKE'S POV: We see the growing mushroom cloud glowing bright
red in the b.g. A MASSIVE WALL OF DIRT, DEBRIS and FIRE
rips the CAPITOL BUILDING APART. Jake rips his radio off
his belt screaming into it.
                                                            
                       JAKE
Jake to NEST come in!
                                                            
Drake's voice comes back scratchy
                                                            
                       DRAKE
This is NEST where are you Alan? I
can barely hear you.
                                                            
Alan screams as the WALL reaches MLK.
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: NEST MOBILE COMMAND
TONAWANDA NEW YORK

Drake, standing in front of monitoring equipment, plugs one
ear with his finger as he tries to hear Alan better. Alan's
voice comes in barely audible over the roar of the
approaching destruction.
                                                            
                       ALAN (O.S.)
      (Muffled)
I'm in Atlanta. It's ...
                                                            
The radio signal cuts out.
                                                            
 

49.

EXT. ALLEY BETWEEN WASHINGTON AND MLK STREETS - NIGHT
                                                            
The WAVE OF DESTRUCTION rips the building Jake was standing
by apart. The NEST van is obliterated in seconds. The
alley splinters into a million pieces.

AERIAL VIEW: The WALL OF DESTRUCTION races outward in all
directions from the epicenter. A VISIBLE SHOCKWAVE ripples
quickly away from Atlanta followed quickly by the WALL OF
DESTRUCTION. The wave dissipates running out of steam.

A blackened smoking crater is all that is left of Atlanta.
                                                            
 
EXT. BAGHDAD AIRPORT BAGHDAD IRAQ - NIGHT
                                                            
An unmarked white Lear Jet sits on the tarmac. Four white
Range Rovers are parked nearby. Mike is giving a briefing to
the soldiers gathered aroud the hood of one of the Rovers.
                                                            
                       MIKE
We roll in hard and fast. Take
down the guards and capture
Zabadi. He is slippery. I
already seen him die once or so I
thought.
                                                            
RICK SIMON, mid 40s, crew cut, muscled goatee and five
o'clock shadow, ruggedly handsome. second in command to Mike
speaks up.
                                                            
                       RICK
What are our rules of engagement?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Take out all hostiles with lethal
force. Civilians are to be left
unharmed if at all possible. Above
all bring in Zabadi alive. Any
other questions?
                                                            
There were none.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Mount up let's roll.
                                                            
 

50.

INT. NEST REMOTE SENSING LABORATORY NELLIS AFB - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: NELLIS AFB
                                                            
Emily and Drake are standing before a table that holds all
the bomb scraps they were able to dig out of the rubble
                                                            
                       EMILY
I ran trace on all the material
you have found so far. We have
three different bomb manufacturers
at the three sites.
                                                            
She indicates each bomb section on the table.,
                                                            
                       EMILY (CONT'D)
Russian at Grand Island, Chinese
at El Paso and American at
Atlanta.
                                                            
Drake looks at her in surprise.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
You mean we made the bomb that
took out Atlanta?
                                                            
                       EMILY
The components were American. It
definitely has to be an inside
job. There is no way any
terrorist organization out there
can get three different bombs from
three different countries.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Thanks.
                                                            
 
EXT. ABU ZABADI'S COMPUND BAGHDAD IRAQ - NIGHT
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: BAGHDAD IRAQ

Two white Range Rovers creep slowly down the street towards
the compound. Two more are closing in from the opposite
direction. When they are within 100 yards of the compound
they GUN their ENGINES covering the distance in seconds.

51.


Soldiers in black BDU's, black jump boots and black ski
masks POUR from the trucks. They BURST through the gates
storming the house.
                                                            
INT - FRONT FOYER ZABADI'S COMPOUND
                                                            
The door CRASHES in RIPPED off its hinges. FLASH BANG
grenades are tossed inside.
                                                            
EXT - FRONT PORCH
                                                            
FLASH BANGS EXPLODE inside the house.
                                                            
INT - ZABADI'S COMPOUND
                                                            
The soldiers enter the compound in typical SWAT fashion. The
back door crashes open as another squad of soldiers spill
into the house. The soldiers make their way room by room on
the bottom floor all empty.

They proceed up the stairs. Empty. The compound is
completely deserted.
                                                            
EXT - ZABADI'S HOUSE
                                                            
As the squads file out of the house, an Iraqi slowly
approaches the group (Rashid). He is dressed in blue jeans,
striped T - shirt and boots. Mike spots him and walks up to
him.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What do you want?
                                                            
Rashid speaks in broken English
                                                            
                       RASHID
You look for Zabadi no?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Yes, do you know where he is?
                                                            
                       RASHID
No sir, but I see him leave before
you soldiers come.
                                                            

52.

                       MIKE
You saw him leave?
                                                            
                       RASHID
Yes sir. He left in big hurry. I
knew you come here. That only
time Zabadi run when America
soldier come.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Thank you for your help.
                                                            
                       RASHID
You welcome America very good.
                                                            
Mike returned to his team.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (To Rick)
We have a problem.
                                                            
 
EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE OKLAHOMA CITY - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: OKLAHOMA CITY OKLAHOMA

Two SUVs with flashing emergency lights RACE into the
parking lot SQUALLING to a stop. They are followed closely
by a NEST van and an FBI cruiser.

JUNIOR HERNANDEZ, former pro wrestler turned CTS agent,
LEAPS from the lead SUV. He is followed quickly by his five
man fire team. He leaps onto the concrete front loading
dock that stands four feet off the ground. As soon as his
team is ready that break the door in.

FLASH BANGS are thrown in. They EXPLODE in a FLASH and a
DEAFENING ROAR. As soon as the grenades go off his team
RACES inside, weapons at the ready.
                                                            
INT - ABANDONED WAREHOUSE
                                                            
The warehouse is empty. A rusted burned - out hull of a
truck sits in the center spotlighted by sunlight streaming
through the broken skylights. Every footstep echoes loudly.
Crates are piled from floor to ceiling against the walls.
                                                            

53.

                       JUNIOR
It's clear bring them in.
                                                            
Drake and his team are ushered in by the FBI squad.
Melissa's handheld CRYO -3 starts SHRIEKING as soon as she
is halfway across the building. She walks to the crates
slowly twisting dials. The SHRIEKING morphs into a SHARP
BEEP as she twists more dials. She stops in front a section
of crates.
                                                            
                       MELISSA
There is definitely something
here.
                                                            
Drake and Junior start shifting crates. Buried behind the
first row is another crate labeled the same as from the
frieghter.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Bingo!
                                                            
Drake quickly opens the crate.

ANGLE ON opened crate. A single nuclear tipped missile
rests in the box.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR (CONT'D)
Explosive housewares
                                                            
                       MARK
Hey guys check this out!
                                                            
Mark is standing a small workdesk in the corner. On the
desk are papers, pictures of cities and detailed maps such
as in the house CTS had raided in Las Vegas. Mark holds a
single sheet of paper in his hand. He reads off of it.
                                                            
                       MARK (CONT'D)
Looks like this is their target
list. Buffalo, El Paso, Atlanta,
Houston, San Diego, Nashville, New
York City, Seattle, Tampa Bay,
Portland, Los Angeles and
Honolulu.
                                                            

54.

                       DRAKE
Hoy shit, we've got to notify D.C.
                                                            
 
EXT. PRESIDENTIAL PALACE TIKRIT IRAQ - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: TIKRIT IRAQ

Four Range Rovers accompanied by four Blackhawk helicopters
invade the Palace. The Range Rovers SKID to a halt outside
the front doors while FIRE TEAMS FAST ROPE to the roof from
the Blackhawks.

Mike SPRINTS from his SUV to the front door. His fire team
lines up in SWAT fashion to enter. GARBLED radio chatter
comes through Mike's radio. FLASHBANGS are tossed inside.
Fire teams quickly follow.
                                                            
INT - PRESIDENTIAL PALACE
                                                            
The Palace is a shambles. Looters have wrecked the once
beautiful place. Terrorists are using broken down furniture
for cover. HEAVY GUNFIRE erupts as Mike comes through the
front door. He DIVES behind a pillar, bullets PUNCHING
HOLES IN THE CONCRETE and SHOWERING him with debris. He
quickly fires back. A gunbattle ensues. Mike's fire team
quickly subdues the terrorists by killing them all to a man
(33 in all).
                                                            
                       WOLF ONE (O.S.)
      (Filtered through
       earpiece)
Iron Man this is Wolf One. Zabadi
is in custody repeat main
objective in custody. Upper floor
clear.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Roger that put that piece of shit
in a bedroom I will be there in a
sec.
                                                            
                       WOLF ONE (O.S.)
Already done Sir.
                                                            
INT - MASTER BEDROOM
                                                            

55.

Sunlight streams through the open windows bathing Zabadi in
light. He is bloody his eyes almost swollen shut and blood
dripping out of his mouth. He is sitting handcuffed in a
chair hands behind his back. His legs shackled to the chair
legs.

Mike walks in, throws his black bag on the bed and stares at
Zabadi like he is seeing a ghost. Zabadi looks up at him
and smiles an evil grin.
                                                            
                       ZABADI
Michael Grimes your vengeance has
served you well. Here I am.
                                                            
                       MIKE
This is impossible I saw you fall.
They showed me your body.
                                                            
                       ZABADI
It is true that you saw me fall,
but the body you saw was obviously
not mine.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Since it wasn't you who was it?
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
A much younger Mike sits rocking the limp body of the young
woman we seen at the beginning. Blood splatters her
tattered clothes. A crumbled building lies smoldering in
the b.g. Burning cars and debris littering the space in
front of it.
                                                            
                       ZABADI (V.O.)
When Sarah was killed accidentally
I knew you would come looking for
me.
                                                            
A much younger Zabadi is shot on top of a high rise by Mike.
He falls from the building into the ocean.
                                                            
                       ZABADI (CONT'D)
      (V.O.)
I was wearing a bullet proof vest
when I went to talk to you. After
you shot me I thought for sure I
            (MORE)

56.

                       ZABADI (cont'd)
was dead. I survived the fall.
                                                            
Zabadi drags himself out of the water bleeding badly. He
stumbles into the crumpled building, falls then drags
himself up beside a charred body and lies down.
                                                            
                       ZABADI (CONT'D)
      (V.O.)
My plan was to lie in the rubble
and pretend I was dead. I knew
your men would be looking for me
so I left a good blood trail to
follow. That's when the second
bomb went off.
                                                            
Zabadi is covered in falling debris as the building
collapses.
                                                            
                       ZABADI (CONT'D)
      (V.O.)
The building collapsed around me
knocking me out. When I came to
your soldiers were gone and it was
quiet.
                                                            
Zabadi stumbles out of the building covered in ash and
blood. He limps into the nearby forest.
                                                            
                       ZABADI (CONT'D)
      (V.O.)
Your men thought they had me. I
read in the paper a couple of days
later how you thought I was dead.
                                                            
FLASHBACK ENDS
                                                            
                       MIKE
Which leads us here. I have you
again and I will end it this time.
Your murder of Americans ends
now.
                                                            
Zabadi looks at him in confusion.
                                                            

57.

                       ZABADI
Who did I kill? I have killed no
one I have not even been in
America in almost ten years.
                                                            
Mike suddenly lashes out with his fist catching Zabadi in
the throat. Zabadi gags and chokes.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Angrily)
You have ordered the attacks on
America. I am not leaving until
you tell me who your inside man is
or I kill you whichever comes
first.
                                                            
                       ZABADI
      (Choking)
You will have to kill me before I
give up that information.
                                                            
Mike stands and walks to the nearby table, taking his black
bag with him. He takes the roll out of the bag and unrolls
it. Hypodermic needles filled with various colored
liquids, scalpels, knives, scissors, clippers, clamps,
pliers, saws. Zabadi's eyes go wide. He quickly regains
his composure. Mike picks up one of the hypodermic needles
advancing to Zabadi.
                                                            
                       ZABADI (CONT'D)
      (Stammers)
What's that?
                                                            
                       MIKE
It's Sodium Pentothal, truth
serum. You will give me the
information I want.
                                                            
Mike jams the needle into Zabadi's arm depressing the
plunger. Zabadi YELPS in pain.
                                                            
                       ZABADI
Do what you will to me I'll never
talk.
                                                            

58.

Mike walks back to the table retrieving an envelope. He
dumps the contents on Zabadi's lap. Some of the pictures
tumble to the floor. They are of the pictures of terrorists
he took from the house in Vegas.
                                                            
                       MIKE
That's what these men said too.
They are who led me to you. Who
is your contact in America?
                                                            
                       ZABADI
George Clooney.
                                                            
Mike lashes out with a right hook SNAPPING Zabadi's head to
the left. FRESH BLOOD trickles out of his mouth.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Who is your man in America?
                                                            
                       ZABADI
Brad Pitt.
                                                            
Mike lashes out with a left hook snapping Zabadi's head to
the right. A GASH opens up under his left eye.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'm only going to ask this one
more time, then you will
experience pain. Who is your man
in America?
                                                            
Zabadi keeps his mouth shut. Mike gets up and walks
purposefully to the table. He grabs a small butane torch
and a knife. He returns with the items.

He fires up the torch, holding the blade in the flame until
it is red hot. He stands and steps in front of Zabadi. He
holds the blade up so Zabadi gets a good look at it.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
      (Calmly)
Who is your man in America?
                                                            

59.

Zabadi's breathing quickens but he remains silent. Mike
SLAMS the blade sideways down onto Zabadi's exposed arm.
Zabadi tenses and releases an ANIMAL HOWL of PAIN. Mike
shouts to be heard over Zabadi's cries.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Give me a name. Who is your man
in America?
                                                            
Gasps go up from some of the men standing in the room but
none makes a move towards Zabadi. He whines and howls but
no name comes forth.

Mike RIPS the knife up, peeling fried skin as he does. He
storms to the table, tossing the knife aside. He grabs a
scalpel. He returns to Zabadi. CLOSE UP as Mike cuts a
patch out of Zabadi's shirt exposing his ribs.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
      (In low calm voice)
Trust me I am just getting warmed
up. You can save yourself a lot
of pain. I need a name. Just one
name and this can end.
                                                            
Zabadi gathers all his strength and spits in Mike's face.
Mike PLUNGES the scalpel deep into Zabadi's ribs. Zabadi
doubles over in pain, screaming and crying. Mike uses his
shoulder to shove Zabadi back into his chair pushing the
knife deeper. Mike screams to be heard.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Give me a name!
                                                            
                       ZABADI
      (Screaming)
Jeffery Morris
                                                            
Mike immediately releases the pressure, pulls the knife
gently from his side. BLOOD GUSHES out in SPURTS.
                                                            
                       MIKE
How did he get your men in?
                                                            
Zabadi is silent. He is shaking and crying. Mike moves to
the table and selects a cigar cutter. He quickly walks to

60.

Zabadi grabbing his hand forcing the cutter onto his middle
finger. Zabadi snaps back fighting Mike.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
How did he get you in?
                                                            
                       ZABADI
He flew my men into America on his
own jet. He said nobody would
question the sight of Arab
dignitaries with the Director of
Homeland Security.
                                                            
                       MIKE
How did he get the weapons in?
                                                            
Zabadi hesitates. Mike slowly lowers the cutter. As soon
as the metal touches Zabadi's hand he screams.
                                                            
                       ZABADI
He said he already had several
from a man named Raptor. The four
he needed we sent with him after
acquiring them from Russia.
                                                            
Mike slips the cutter off Zabadi's finger. He pats Zabadi
on the shoulder.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Thank you my old friend.
                                                            
Mike returns to the table. The men in the room who have
been motionless during the entire questioning, start
readying to leave.

POP! POP! PUSH IN ON ZABADI. He slams backwards the chair
RIPPING sideways, CRASHING VIOLENTLY, to the floor. BLOOD
quickly pools under Zabadi.

WIDEN TO REVEAL Mike with gun in hand. He walks to Zabadi
standing over his body. He flicks the Jack of Clubs with
Zabadi's picture on it from the Armed Forces Terrorists
Playing Card deck onto Zabadi's chest.
                                                            

61.

                       MIKE
      (His voice full of
       rage and grief)
That was for Sarah.
                                                            
 
EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY
                                                            
The sun is high in the sky. Cherry Blossoms are in full
bloom. Very little traffic is on the streets.
                                                            
EXT - LINCOLN MEMORIAL
                                                            
The sun beams down on Lincoln. A lone city worker sweeps
dirt off the steps.
                                                            
EXT - WASHINGTON MONUMENT
                                                            
A STIFF BREEZE ripples the water in front of the monument. A
few tourist are taking in the monument.
                                                            
EXT - WHITE HOUSE FRONT LAWN
                                                            
Tourists snap photos of the White House through the front
security fence.

Barricades sit blocking the streets around the White House.
National Guard soldiers in Humvees, Tanks and behind .50 Cal
weapons enforce the barricade security.
                                                            
EXT - GEORGE WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY
                                                            
Students go to and from classes. The parkin lots around the
University are packed. This seems to be the only place in
Washington where people are gathering and life is remaining
normal.
                                                            
INT - CONGRESS CHAMBER
                                                            
Congress is in session. Lawmakers fill the chamber. They
listen as JOSH HIGHTOWER delivers an argument for passing a
bill
                                                            
                       JOSH
It is important that we supply our
troops with the best tools to
fight these terrorists. House
            (MORE)

62.

                       JOSH (cont'd)
Bill 3701 named the Domestic
Defense Initiative will bolster
our efforts to capture these
terrorists.
                                                            
EXT - CORNER OF JACKSON PLACE AND PENNYSLVANIA AVE
                                                            
A black Chevy Tahoe TEARS around a corner. D.C. Police are
in hot pursuit. The Tahoe's ENGINE REDLINES as it ROARS
down Pennsylvania.

NATIONAL GUARD POV: They open fire on the Tahoe BARRELING
down on them. Bullets spiderweb the front windshield. The
Tahoe CAREENS wildly FLIPPING onto its side. In b.g. POLICE
CRUISERS slide sideways to stop. The Tahoe SLAMS HEAD ON
into the concrete barrier.

BOOM! The Tahoe blows apart its gutted, flaming carcass
taking flight and SMASHING onto the White House lawn seconds
before the entire lawn is RIPPED UP and SHREDDED INTO
PIECES.
AERIAL VIEW: The WALL OF DESTRUCTION hits the WHITE HOUSE,
the LINCOLN MEMORIAL, the WASHINGTON MONUMENT and CONGRESS
milliseconds apart, splintering each into a million tiny
particles before being swept into the GROWING WAVE OF
DESTRUCTION.

The mushroom cloud quickly expands fire RACING up into it,
turning it a brilliant glowing red.

FIRE and a VISIBLE SHOCKWAVE RACE ahead of the WAVE OF
DESTRUCTION, decimating everything in their path in every
direction, before being swept into the WAVE.

As the WAVE OF DESTRUCTION RACES into the forests trees are
ripped apart like paper and shredded into trillions of
toothpicks.

The WAVE finally runs out of steam and dies. Wildfires rage
outside the circle of the destruction.
                                                            
 

63.

EXT. PHILADELPHIA PENNSYLVANIA - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: PHILADELPHIA PENNSYLVANIA

AERIAL VIEW: Statue of William Penn atop Philadelphia City
Hall. View of skyline of Philadelphia.
                                                            
EXT - NEST TEAM HELICOPTER
                                                            
Royal blue helicopter NEST emblazoned in white on the
fuselage. On the tail rotor the sword and nuclear sign
logo.
                                                            
INT - NEST TEAM HELICOPTER
                                                            
Drake sits in the rear of the helicopter staring intently at
data readouts as the scroll through his computer. Suddenly
two lines of data start blinking red. Drake keys his radio.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Hey Mike where are you man?
                                                            
EXT - CTS SUV
                                                            
The roar of the NEST helicopter is directly overhead as Mike
speeds up to the front of Independence Hall, siren blaring
and emergency lights flashing.
                                                            
INT - CTS SUV
                                                            
Mike keys his mike while driving with one hand.
                                                            
                       MIKE
We just pulled in front of
Independence Hall why you got
something?
                                                            
                       DRAKE (O.S.)
We have a hard hit in this area.
I'm going to try to set down
somewhere close by. Follow me.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Will do
                                                            

64.

EXT - FBI BUILDING PARKING LOT
                                                            
Just as the NEST team helicopter touches down, Mike SKIDS to
a stop. Drake LEAPS out of the helicopter door SPRINTING to
the SUV
                                                            
INT - CTS SUV
                                                            
Drake gets in slamming the door.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
      (Excitedly)
Go, go, go
                                                            
Mike PEELS out of the parking lot heading back to
Independence Hall.
                                                            
EXT - FRONT OF INDEPENDENCE HALL
                                                            
Mike SQUALLS to a stop both he and Drake jumping out and
SPRINTING to the front doors.
                                                            
 
INT. INDEPENDENCE HALL - DAY
                                                            
Drake and Mike BURSTS through the door ignoring the several
patrons that stop to stare at the sudden intrusion. Drake
quickly walks through the Hall following the SCREECH of his
CRYO - 3. Drake suddenly stops dead center in the Assembly
Room. He flips his cell phone open punching a speed dial
number.
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
NEST Operations.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Em, its Drake. Looks like our
terrorists are interested in
making a statement. From the
readouts I'm getting we have a
bomb buried under the Assembly
Room in Independence Hall.
                                                            
                       EMILY (O.S.)
I'll notify NEST East Operations.
RICHARD WEISS will be on duty.
I'll get him out there as soon as
            (MORE)

65.

                       EMILY (cont'd)
possible.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Try to make it quick. CTS is with
me already. We'll try to find
someway in.
                                                            
INT - SEWER SYSTEM
                                                            
Water drips from the low ceiling of the sewer tunnel. A
small group of agents move down the tunnel. Drake, five man
from NEST East, Mike and four FBI agents. Flashlights
provide the only illumination.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
      (To the lead FBI
       man)
How much farther man? This shit
really stinks!
                                                            
                       FBI AGENT
Just a little longer. You are
sure it's a bomb?
                                                            
Drake pulls out his CRYO - 3 flipping it on. It
automatically begin SHRIEKING. Drake flips it back off.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Satisfied?
                                                            
The agent plays his light over a service entry door. It is
marked SERVICE ROOM 45. CLOSE ON door. The lock has been
blasted off.
                                                            
                       FBI AGENT
This has to be it.
                                                            
He opens the door his light playing inside. He draws his
weapon and quickly steps inside followed closely by the
others.
                                                            
INT - SERVICE ROOM 45
                                                            
The small room is empty of terrorists. A crate lies on its
side on the table in the center of the room. The metallic

66.

gleam of the bomb reflects in the flashlight beams. Drake
moves swiftly to the bomb.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
      (To NEST East team)
Looks like a standard unplug.
Watch for booby traps. I want to
be ready to exfil in thirty
minutes.
                                                            
Mike plays his light over the rest of the room as Drake's
team sets to work disarming the bomb. The beams fall upon a
desk in the corner. He crosses to it.

CLOSE UP of contents of desk as Mike picks them up. They
are marked with TOP SECRET CONFIDENTIAL stamped in red on
every page. The header of the pages read: Department of
Homeland Security.

One pages subject line reads: NEST SCHEDULE OF CITY SEARCHES
Another: FBI AIRPORT SWEEP SCHEDULE. A Third: CTS NUCLEAR
SWEEP PROTOCOLS. The fourth has a different header it is
labeled: SECRET SERVICE DEPARTMENT. It's subject line
reads: CONTINUATION OF GOVERNMENT ALTERNATE SAFE LOCATIONS.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Holy shit, these fuckers are
planning on taking down the whole
government.
                                                            
He flips open his phone and speed dials Julie.
                                                            
                       JULIE
CTS Dallas.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Julie, get me Bill Now!
                                                            
                       JULIE
What's going on?
                                                            
                       MIKE
We just found evidence that these
bastards are trying to wipe out
the entire government!
                                                            
 

67.

EXT. CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN OPERATIONS CENTER - NIGHT
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN COLORADO.

AERIAL VIEW: Floodlights glare on the North Portal
Entrance. Marines in BDU's armed with AR - 15s and M - 4
Carbines along with German Shepard attack dogs guard the
inside perimeter.
Mike flips on his helicopter's landing lights as he clears
the perimeter fence.

GUARDS POV: The helicopter slowly descends. The rotor wash
slinging dirt and rocks from the asphalt. The guards shield
their faces from the flying debris guns still half - trained
on the helicopter.

As soon as it lands the guards advance weapons at the ready.
Mike slowly steps out, hands held high. His ID wallet is
open held facing them in his right hand.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Easy boys I'm one of the good
guys. Mike Grimes, Counter
Terrorism Service.
                                                            
Mike slowly extends the ID to the nearest guard. The guard
inspects it then hands it back to Mike.
                                                            
                       GUARD
Sir, I don't care who you are. You
are unauthorized therefore you
must vacate these premises
immediately. Get in your
helicopter and get the hell off my
complex.
                                                            
Mike steps as close as he dares to the armed guard.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I have four heavily armed agents
in that helicopter so one way or
the other I am going in there.
                                                            
The guard steps away from Mike as if he is radioactive.
                                                            

68.

                       GUARD
I'll have to clear you.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You do that.
                                                            
The guard keys the radio handset clipped to the collar of
his jacket.
                                                            
                       GUARD
X - ray this is Echo two five. I
need a security permit for a Mike
Grimes from Counter Terrorism
Service to see the President.
                                                            
After a few seconds the radio crackles in response.
                                                            
                       CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN COMMAND (O.S.)
Echo two five permission granted
send him in.
                                                            
The guard points to the portal.
                                                            
                       GUARD
Go into that portal when you get
to the doors present your ID to
the Marine at the bay doors. He
will let you in.
                                                            
INT - CHEYENNE MOUNTAIN MAIN CORRIDOR
                                                            
Mike follows a Marine through an enormous cavern to a blast
door several feet thick that stands open. Above the door a
sign reads SITUATION ROOM. The Marine motions Mike through
the door.
                                                            
                       MARINE
Here we are Mr. Grimes the
President is waiting inside.
                                                            
Mike steps into the room.
                                                            
INT - SITUATION ROOM
                                                            
This is a fully functional command center. A glassed in
office raised at the back of the room affords the occupants

69.

a birds eye view of the entire floor.

Half the room is dedicated to open air cubicles with desks
upon which set four computer monitors in a semi circle on
the desk, printers, reams of paper, log books, multiple
telephones among other items. The other half is dedicated
to monitors and flat screen TVs. These display news feeds,
maps of the United States detailing the nuclear strikes,
military and other camera feeds, data streams among other
things.

Noah followed by two fully - armed Marines greets Mike
                                                            
                       MIKE
Mr. President we got a name.
                                                            
                       NOAH
Who the hell is it?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Jeffrey Morris
                                                            
                       NOAH
Are you certain of this?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Absolutely
                                                            
                       NOAH
How do we handle this?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Let me do it Sir, that's the main
reason for me coming here.
                                                            
                       NOAH
      (Hatred in his
       voice)
Have at it. Don't go easy on him.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I don't intend to. Where is he?
                                                            

70.

                       NOAH
He is in the Officers Quarters, I
will have Simon show you where it
is.
                                                            
Noah motions to one of the Marines standing a short distance
away looking on.
                                                            
                       NOAH (CONT'D)
Simon, I want you to take Mike to
the Officers Quarters.
                                                            
                       SIMON
Yes, sir right away Sir.
      (To Mike)
Follow me Sir.
                                                            
INT - OFFICERS QUARTERS
                                                            
Three tier bunk beds line the huge room leaving the middle
of the room open. A big screen Plasma TV mounted on the
wall in front of assorted couches and chairs take up this
space.
                                                            
Jeffrey is sitting on the couch watching news coverage of
the devastation in Washington D.C. He turns to the sound of
Mike entering the room and pops up advancing towards him,
hand outstretched in greeting.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
Are we any closer to finding
                                                            
The rest of his sentence is cut short as Mike's FIST SLAMS
into his face. BLOOD SPURTS from his broken nose. The
force of the punch sends him SPRAWLING FACE DOWN to the
floor. Jeffery punches himself up off the floor spinning to
face Mike.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY (CONT'D)
Dude, What the fuck? Have you
gone insane?
                                                            
Mike RUSHES him SMASHING his shoulder into Jeffrey's chest.
The force of the hit sends them CRASHING into the couch and
SLAMMING to the floor.

71.


JEFFERY'S POV: Mike's fist comes FLYING INTO VIEW
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
 
INT. SITUATION ROOM OFFICE - NIGHT
                                                            
Jeffery sits slumped over in an office chair. Mike throws a
cup of water in his face. Jeffery snaps awake, anger
filling his eyes when he sees Mike standing there. He tries
to move but is ziptied to the chair.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
What is the meaning of this? When
I get out of here I am going to
have you arrested!
                                                            
Mike answers him in a low even tone.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You aren't getting out of here.
You are going to tell me
everything I need to know.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
What are you talking about?
                                                            
His eyes widen and he whimpers in fright as Mike pulls a
.357 Magnum off the table, sliding a single bullet into the
chamber giving it a vicious spin and SLAMMING it shut.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY (CONT'D)
      (Screaming
       pathetically)
What are you going to do with
that?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I am only going to ask you this
once. How many nukes were
smuggled in country and what are
their locations?
                                                            

72.

                       JEFFREY
I have no idea what you are
talking about.
                                                            
Mike FLIES to Jeffrey SLAMS the barrel of the gun into his
forehead and pulls the trigger CLICK! The hammer SLAMS on an
empty chamber. Jeffrey lets out a girlish wail, bursting
into tears.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY (CONT'D)
Goddamn you Mike what is this all
about?
                                                            
Mike opens the chamber, gives it another vicious twirl and
SNAPS it shut again.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You know exactly what this about.
If you want to gamble with your
life so uselessly so be it. How
many nukes and where are they?
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
Why do you suspect me?
                                                            
Mike RIPS Jeffrey's head back SHOVES the barrel under his
chin and squeezes the trigger CLICK! Another empty chamber.
Jeffrey pisses himself the stain quickly spreading, showing
plainly in his khaki pants.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY (CONT'D)
Damn you Mike you made me piss
myself.
                                                            
                       MIKE
If you don't give me what I want
that will be the least of your
worries.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
      (Screaming in high
       pitched voice of
       fear)
What do you want?
                                                            

73.

                       MIKE
I have asked the question twice. I
know you are not that stupid. You
are stalling. Very well you want
to play the game lets play.
                                                            
Mike reopens the chamber inserts another bullet and spins
the chamber SNAPPING it closed. He walks up and leans
directly into Jeffrey's face SMASHING the gun into the top
of his head.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Where are the nukes and how many?
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
Please don't shoot!
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Yelling in anger)
Where?
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
I promised I wouldn't ...
                                                            
CLICK! Another empty chamber. Mike walks to the table
retrieving yet a third bullet sliding it home. He spins the
chamber and closes it. He walks back to Jeffrey
                                                            
                       MIKE
You can see where this is going.
You are quickly running out of
choices. Another two wrong
answers and your chances slide to
one out of six not great odds in
any game.
                                                            
Mike shrugs then VIOLENTLY grabs Jeffrey by the top of the
head RIPPING it backwards exposing the neck. He JAMS the
barrel deep into the side of his neck.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
      (Whispers in
       Jeffrey's ear)
But if that is how you want to
play let's play.
                                                            

74.

                       JEFFREY
      (Breaking down)
Ok, ok you win, there are a total
of twelve nukes smuggled in.
Raptor updated our city list after
NEST found the original in
Oklahoma City.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Who is Raptor?
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
I don't know I never met him. I
got involved with all this when I
got an email from Raptor asking my
assistance. I was paid one
million dollars in advance and
another million once they verified
I had secured the nukes in the
locations they specified.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Why do this to your own people? I
mean I could understand if it was
for money or power but to do it
for anti - war reasons. That is
treason of the highest level.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
You would never understand
                                                            
                       MIKE
I understand what you did was
treason and the penalty for
treason is death.
                                                            
                       JEFFREY
They won't put me to death when
these bombs finish their work
there will be no justice system to
put me to death.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Maybe not but I will still be
here.
                                                            

75.

BANG! The gun goes off SPLATTERING Jeffery's BRAINS all over
Mike

Mike walks out of the office leaving the door standing wide
open.
                                                            
 
INT. SITUATION ROOM OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: TWO HOURS LATER

Mike stands in front of a big screen monitor. On the screen
is Ibrahim Yasin. He and Mike are in a heated discussion.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
I was just informed within the
last twenty minutes that Jeffrey
Morris was killed why is that?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I was not aware that terrorists
were privy to information
pertaining to government employees
and why he was killed is frankly
none of your fucking business.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
I will make whatever I wish my
business because I still have the
power to turn your cities to ash!
                                                            
                       MIKE
Do you REALLY think you are going
to get away with this? Do you not
think for a second we will take
you down?
                                                            
Ibrahim shrugs defiantly at the camera.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
You may eventually get me but you
will pay the price before I do go
down. I will unleash all my
arsenal before being captured.
                                                            

76.

                       MIKE
We're closing in on your operation
and you and Raptor know it!
                                                            
Ibrahim laughs heartily and then regains his composure. He
holds up a black box with a red button in the center
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM (CONT'D)
This is the key to life and death
in New York City. Your people
cannot track it down before it
explodes. The Great NYC will pay
for your insults.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I have something I want to show
you first and then you can decide
if you still want to send that
bomb.
                                                            
Mike motions to the FBI agent in the room. He opens the
door. Faridah Yasin, Ibrahim's wife, is escorted into the
room. She is handcuffed with a black hood covering her
head. She is seated in the chair facing the camera. Mike
walks behind and rips the hood off her head. Ibrahim
immediately screams at the camera.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
You infidel dog release her at
once.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Now that I have your attention
these are my demands. You will
disarm your remaining nukes. You
will turn yourself into the
authorities within the next forty
- eight hours or she will die.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
You don't have the balls to murder
her. She has nothing to do with
this. Release her now.
                                                            

77.

Mike walks over to the table and picks up a DESERT EAGLE
HAND CANNON. He strides quickly back to Faridah jamming the
gun into her side, making her SCREAM out in pain.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Angrily)
Enough of the cat and mouse game!
I'm the cat you're lunch. I will
only tell you this once. Give me
the locations of the nukes
immediately or she dies.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
You will not kill her. You will
never find me and I will reduce
your country to ashes. For years
you have become too soft to do
what needs to be done to place
fear in men like me and now you
are paying the price for that
failure.
                                                            
Mike jams the gun harder into her side making her SCREAM
LOUDER in pain.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Wrong answer. I will give you one
last chance. Choose your words
carefully.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
You won't ...
                                                            
POP! The deafening BLAST of the HAND CANNON echoes in the
room. Faridah crumbles SLAMMING her head against the table
as the impact from the shot sends her body CARTWHEELING to
the floor. A GROWING POOL OF BLOOD quickly forms under her
body.

Ibrahim SCREAMS IN RAGE TEARING at the screen. His animal
rage disconnects the connection.

An ANALYST (BEN) RUSHES through the door holding a sheet of
paper.
                                                            

78.

                       BEN
We got it! He is in New Home,
Alabama.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Do we have the address?
                                                            
Ben hands over the sheet of paper. He stops his forward
movement. Ben points to Faridah.
                                                            
                       BEN
      (Heistantly)
Is she?
                                                            
Mike looks to him and then down at her
                                                            
                       MIKE
Dead? Naw she will be sore for
awhile but she'll be ok. Get her
some medical attention.
                                                            
Mike looks once more at the paper then heads out the door.
                                                            
 
EXT. NEW YORK CITY - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: NEW YORK CITY
                                                            
AERIAL VIEW of NYC skyline. Massive traffic jams as people
try to get out of the city. Soldiers manning barricades
trying to direct the flow of traffic.
                                                            
INT - WALL STREET TRADING FLOOR
                                                            
Empty. Tons of papers scattered haphazardly across the
room. Telephones SQUAKING off hooks. Push on Big Screen TV
that scrolls the following message: MANDATORY EVACUATION
ORDER IN EFFECT. NUCLEAR THREAT IS CREDIBLE. NEW YORK CITY
IS ON TARGET LIST. ALL RESIDENTS SHOULD EVACUATE THE CITY
IMMEDIATELY.
                                                            
EXT - TIMES SQUARE
                                                            
Traffic jams the streets. The same evacuation order is
splashed across every screen in Times Square. People run in
panic.
                                                            

79.

INT - GROCERY STORE
                                                            
MASS PANIC! Perishable items are fought over. Mounds of
water jugs piled in grocery baskets are pushed by patrons
fighting off others trying to steal the water. SHELVES are
being RIPPED off the walls.
                                                            
EXT - GAS STATION
                                                            
Lines of cars stream for miles outside the gas station. A
digital price display shows gas at $7.50 a gallon.
                                                            
INT - CHURCH
                                                            
JAMMED PACKED. Churchgoers bow their heads as a CHOIR
softly SINGS
                                                            
EXT - NEW YORK CITY BUILDINGS DEPARTMENT
                                                            
AERIAL VIEW: FIRE RIPS through the roof shooting into the
air. The sides EXPLODE into a trillion slivers.
Across the street the TED WEISS FEDERAL building is SMASHED
to bits with flying debris. The DESTRUCTION quickly races
outward ripping buildings off foundations and PULVERIZING
them into ash. FIRE incinerates entire city blocks in
seconds.

The SHOCKWAVE CRUSHES vehicles like soda cans tossing them
hundreds of feet into the air. A huge pyroclastic cloud
races outward devouring everything in its path.
                                                            
EXT - CENTRAL PARK
                                                            
The shockwave of the nuclear bomb SHEARS trees at ground
level blowing them into the air like wheat. Once air borne
they are vaporized by the pyroclastic cloud almost
instantly.
                                                            
EXT - WILLIAMSBURG BRIDGE
                                                            
Pieces of debris RIP the bridge of its foundation. The
shockwave LIFTS it TWISTING it into impossible shapes before
it EXPLODES into a million metal SHARDS.
                                                            
EXT - TIMES SQUARE
                                                            

80.

GLASS EXPLODES showering crowds with GLASS CHIPS seconds
before they are incinerated by the WALL OF DESTRUCTION that
rips through the heart of the city. Buildings are crushed
together like waste paper and EXPLODED into trillions of
tiny pieces.
                                                            
INT - GROCERY STORE
                                                            
Front windows EXPLODE WITH HURRICANE FORCE. FIRE GUTS the
building in seconds incinerating everything inside.
                                                            
EXT - GAS STATION
                                                            
The gas pumps EXPLODE in a MASSIVE FIREBALL igniting the gas
tanks of the vehicles closeby. MASSIVE CHAOS ensues as
people sprint for their lives only to be blown away by the
winds racing in front of the PYROCLASTIC CLOUD racing
OUTWARDS FROM THE EPICENTER. The vehicles are washed away
in the WAVE of DESTRUCTION.
                                                            
INT - CHURCH
                                                            
The stained glass windows of the church EXPLODE INWARD
turning the shards into killing machines. Members in the
church are RIPPED to SHREDS by the flying glass seconds
before the church is crushed like a tin can and flung into
the blender of MASS CHAOS, FIRE, SMOKE and DEATH that is the
nuclear blast.
                                                            
AERIAL VIEW OF NEW YORK: The WALL OF DESTRUCTION RACES
outward PULVERIZING everything in its wake leaving nothing
but blackened soil. No structural remains, no human
remains, all is VAPORIZED leaving behind SCORCHED EARTH. NEW
YORK is DEAD.

AERIAL VIEW from ELLIS ISLAND. Lady Liberty watches on as
black smoke pours out of the dead city. Fires rage
unchecked. SLOW AERIAL PAN of devastation.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
 
EXT. NEW HOME ALABAMA - NIGHT
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: NEW HOME ALABAMA
                                                            

81.

A gas station surrounded by a residential neighborhood. A
police cruiser is parked to one side. Two CTS SUV's as well
as an FBI Suburban are parked nearby.

Mike leans on the drivers side door of the cruiser.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Are they in there?
                                                            
                       POLICEMAN
As far as I can tell. There
hasn't been a lot of movement from
the house this afternoon.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Any problems in the neighborhood
we need to worry about?
                                                            
                       POLICEMAN
Not that I know of.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Thanks for your help. We'll take
it from here.
                                                            
 
EXT. IBRAHIM'S HOME - NIGHT
                                                            
CTS and FBI units move in silently. Mike's unit stops a
couple houses down from Ibrahim's. The second CTS unit
headed by Rick stops in the same fashion on the other side.
                                                            
EXT - ALLEY BEHIND IBRAHIM'S HOUSE
                                                            
The FBI Suburban GLIDES to a stop outside the back gate
leading to the house.
                                                            
EXT - FRONT PORCH
                                                            
Mike and his team lines up in SWAT fashion in front of the
home. FLASHBANGS EXPLODE simultaneously in both the front
and the back of the house. Agents FLOOD the house with
military precision.
                                                            
INT - IBRAHIM HOME
                                                            

82.

Mike leads his team through the bottom floor of the house.
All clear. He slowly ascends the stairs. A TERRORIST leaps
from behind a wall at the top of the stairs hosing the
stairway with lead. Mike quickly FIRES BACK striking the
terrorist in the head.

The terrorist SLUMPS a bullet to the head ending the firing.
Mike quickly ROLLS into the upper floor hallway. HEAVY
MACHINE GUN FIRE surrounds him. He CRASHES into a door
leading into a bedroom. Two surprised terrorist wheel
bringing their weapons into firing position. Mike puts them
both down.

Heavy RETURN FIRE from the agents silence the rest of the
terrorists. Mike slowly checks the upper rooms. Dead
terrorists fill the hallway as he continues forward. The
upper floor is clear. SHOUTS AND COMMANDS are heard being
screamed downstairs. Mike quickly descends the stairs his
team in tow. The lead FBI agent is just cuffing Ibrahim's
hands behind his back.

Ibrahim immediately starts to SCREAM as soon as he sees
Mike.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
You will pay for your arrogance
you infidel dog. Faridah did
nothing to you.
                                                            
Mike LEAPS forward before anyone can react SLAMMING Ibrahim
against the wall. He lifts Ibrahim off the floor holding
him by the neck as Ibrahim struggles to breathe.
                                                            
                       MIKE
The millions of innocents you have
destroyed with your bombs did
nothing to you but because you
want us to pay you killed them
all.
                                                            
CLICK a hammer is pulled back on a gun. WIDEN to reveal the
lead FBI agent holding a gun to the back of Mike's head.
                                                            

83.

                       AGENT
Put him down! Our orders are to
bring him in alive and that's what
we're going to do.
                                                            
Mike releases him, the fight leaving him. Ibrahim drops to
the floor clutching his throat fighting to breathe. Mike
leans down and speaks low in his ear.
                                                            
                       MIKE
It's over you retarded fuck. You
are going to fry very soon then
you can go meet Allah as you wish.
                                                            
Ibrahim laughs an evil laugh and whispers
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
It is far from over my friend. You
will never be rid of us. We will
destroy your world.
                                                            
IBRAHIM'S POV: Mike's fist comes CRASHING INTO VIEW
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
 
INT. IBRAHIM'S STUDY - NIGHT
                                                            
Mike stands rifling through the desk in the room. Mike
pulls a stack of papers from a drawer, rifles through them,
chunking them to the floor. A small stack of papers are on
the otherwise empty desktop.

Mike opens the last drawer.
                                                            
ANGLE ON drawer. Inside are a dozen Manila folders. Mike
pulls them out laying them on the desk he picks up the first
one. CLOSE UP of folder cover.

Written in permanent marker is the word Iron Man.
                                                            
Mike carefully opens the folder. Inside is his military
photo, a copy of his CTS ID card and his entire service
record. Mike flips through it page by page.


84.

CLOSE UP of note written on last page: AGGRESSIVE
INTERROGATION TECHNIQUES. TORTURE IS PRIMARY METHOD.
                                                            
He lays his file down on the desk and shifts through the
others. They are labeled: TALON, RAVEN, HAWK, EAGLE. He
places them down on the desk one by one, until he gets to
the last one. Mike opens it.

CLOSE UP of front of folder as Mike holds it open. Scrawled
in permanent marker is the word RAPTOR.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Screams)
Son of a bitch!
                                                            
He SNAPS the folder closed and SLAMS it onto the desk.
                                                            
 
EXT. IBRAHIM'S GARAGE - NIGHT
                                                            
Overhead flourescent lights flood the garage. A group of
CTS agents comb the garage for clues. A sports car sits in
the middle of the floor.
                                                            
INT - IBRAHIM'S GARAGE
                                                            
Junior and Mike stand looking down at a table. Spread out
on the table top is a map of the United States. Small red
pushpins stuck into the map represent bomb locations.

They are stuck in: New York City, Washington D.C., El Paso,
Buffalo, Los Angeles, San Diego, Umatilla Oregon, Atlanta,
Tampa Bay, Chicago, Nashville, and Phoenix.

Lined up beside the map are 12 index cards. Each with the
name of a target city on it. Under it are six Arab names on
each card.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Fuck me!
                                                            
He flips out his phone, snapping a few photos of the map and
cards then speed dials Julie.
                                                            
                       JULIE (O.S.)
CTS Dallas
                                                            

85.

                       MIKE
Hey Jules, its me. Those photos I
just sent you are of the map I
just found at Ibrahim's place. Get
ahold of NEST and get them started
on looking in every one of those
cities. We shut down Ibrahim but
we need to shut down those cells
before they can use their bombs.
                                                            
                       JULIE
Great work sweetheart. When are
you coming home?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I've got one more thing to do
before we can finally get this
wrapped up.
                                                            
                       JULIE
Be careful. See you when you get
here.
                                                            
Mike flips the phone shut. He turns to Junior.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Wrap this up. If you need
anything you can reach me on my
cell. I need to track something
down.
                                                            
                       JUNIOR
Will do boss.
                                                            
 
INT. CTS HOLDING BLOCK - DAY
                                                            
Mike MARCHES down an immaculately waxed tile floor. His
boots SMACKING with each step. A folder in his hand slaps
his leg every time it comes down. CLOSE UP of folder. It
is the RAPTOR file.

Mike follows a CTS agent to the last glassed in holding cell
on the hallway. The agent types in the access code, holding
the door open for Mike.

86.


He enters to face .... HASSAN HAMADEI!
                                                            
INT - HASSAN'S CELL
                                                            
Hassan sits defiantly back in his chair smirking at Mike.
Mike enters, taking the seat in front of Hassan. The CTS
agent closes the door leaving them alone.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
Back to finish the job you
started? I'm surprised it took
you this long to put it all
together.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You're the mastermind behind these
attacks?
                                                            
                       HASSAN
What no black bag and threats to
end my life as you did before
killing Jeffrey and Ibrahim?
                                                            
                       MIKE
I want the truth and I will get it
one way or the other.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
The truth is never what it seems.
It is too hard for you Americans
to grasp. Your American movies
always have the good guy winning.
Truth is Ibrahim, Zabadi, Jeffrey.
                                                            
Hassan looks down at himself and then to Mike
                                                            
                       HASSAN (CONT'D)
Me, we are just the beginning
                                                            
                       MIKE
Explain this.
                                                            
Mike SLAMS the file codenamed Raptor onto the table.
                                                            

87.

                       MIKE (CONT'D)
You were just a pawn like all the
rest. Ibrahim, Zabadi, Jeffrey
they are all controlled by someone
else.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
How do you figure?
                                                            
                       MIKE
When I questioned Zabadi he gave
up Jeffrey and Raptor. When I
took down Ibrahim he had this in
his desk.
                                                            
Mike holds up the Raptor file.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
If you were really the leader
Ibrahim would not have a file on
you in his desk. Rather you would
be the one with the desk and the
file. How I have it figured is
the you and Ibrahim were using
everyone. Jeffrey supplied you
with transport to the US. Zabadi
supplied the bombs and Ibrahim
supplied the logistics to make the
whole thing work. Whoever is
really behind all this started to
panic when we were getting too
close and started making
calculated moves to bring down
everyone involved, including you.
                                                            
Mike stands up, leaning forward into Hassan's face.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Now what you are going to tell me
is who is behind all of this.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
I am.
                                                            

88.

Mike lashes out with a vicious right hook that SNAPS
Hassan's neck to the left causing him to SLAM his head
against the concrete wall.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Low even tone)
There is another player out there
pulling the strings. I want to
know who it is.
                                                            
Hassan laughs a low evil laugh.
                                                            
                       HASSAN
You will never discover it in
time. You will never know who to
bring down.
                                                            
Hassan breaks out in a chant in Arabic.
                                                            
                       HASSAN (CONT'D)
God is great. God is great, God is
great
                                                            
Mike draws his gun, cocks the hammer and SLAMS it into the
side of Hassan's head.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Maybe not, but you aren't going to
be around either if you don't
answer my question. Who is behind
this?
                                                            
                       HASSAN
      (In Arabic)
God is great, God is great, God i
                                                            
POP! A surprised look crosses Hassan's face as the rest of
the sentence dies with him. He slumps forward dead BLOOD
gushing from his head pooling on the table. The CTS agent
guarding the door CRASHES through the door, gun drawn.
                                                            
                       GUARD
Put down the gun and put your
hands in the air.
                                                            

89.

Mike complies. The guard handcuffs him leading him out of
the room.
                                                            
 
INT. CTS INTERROGATION ROOM - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: FOUR HOURS LATER
                                                            
Mike sits handcuffed to a table. Bill sits across from him.
                                                            
                       BILL
Damnit Mike why did you kill him?
                                                            
                       MIKE
He was never going to give us the
information we needed in time. We
don't have time to babysit these
bastards.
                                                            
                       BILL
The President has requested that I
hold you until he has a chance to
talk to you. He pissed with you
murdered the only living Al-Qaeda
suspect we have.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What is Ibrahim? Isn't he still
alive?
                                                            
                       BILL
As far as I know. The President
didn't tell me otherwise.
                                                            
                       MIKE
How long is this going to take?
                                                            
                       BILL
Not sure. Sessions said you could
come to the new White House if
that would make things easier.
Either way he needs to see you.
                                                            

90.

                       MIKE
I'm going to chase down one more
lead and then I will go see him
this afternoon.
                                                            
                       BILL
Not this time Mike. You will go
see him right away. I am sending
Rick and his team with you to make
sure you get there.
                                                            
Mike looks resigned to his fate. He nods his head slowly.
Bill uncuffs him.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Tell Rick to come to my office in
about thirty minutes I need to
look over some paperwork right
quick.
                                                            
                       BILL
You've got thirty minutes.
                                                            
 
INT. MIKE'S OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
The setting sun streams through the open window. Mike sits
at a table, the stack of folders beside him. He has an open
folder in front of him.

CLOSE UP of folder reveals Hassan's photo and service
record.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Holy shit no fucking way!
                                                            
E.C.U. of a memo between Hassan and Raptor. Close on title
that reads ATTN: Raptor from Talon. The bottom has Hassan's
signature. Mike shuffles through the folders beside him
until he finds the one he is searching for. He SNAPS it
open. FOCUS ON front. Scrawled in permanent marker is the
name TALON.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Quietly)
Fuck me
                                                            
 

91.

EXT. NATIONAL INFANTRY MUSEUM FORT BENNING GEORGIA - DAY
                                                            
CLOSE UP of a roadway sign: WARNING YOU ARE ENTERING A
RESTRICTED AREA. PLEASE HAVE MILITARY ORDERS AVAILABLE
BEFORE ENTERING. CIVILIAN TRAFFIC STRICTLY PROHIBITED.
                                                            
INT - MIKE'S CTS SUV
                                                            
The sign is seen through his windshield as he passes it
heading to the security post seen in the distance. Mike
stops at the guard post.

MIKE'S POV: The Army Ranger manning the guard post is armed
with an M - 4 Carbine. 20 more heavily armed guards are
nearby. The guard leans on the window.
                                                            
                       GUARD
Can I help you?
                                                            
Mike hands him some papers. Upon examination the guard
quickly hands the papers back to Mike and snaps to
attention. Mike returns the salute and then proceeds
through the gate.
                                                            
The sprawling building complex of the National Infantry
Museum looms ahead.
                                                            
EXT - PARKING LOT
                                                            
Mike pulls up to another guard post sealing off the parking
lot. Military vehicles fill the lot. The guard comes out
of his post and along with his German Shepard make their way
to Mike's door. The guard leans down.
                                                            
                       GUARD
Can I help you?
                                                            
Mike once more shows his papers. He gets the same reaction
from this guard and is quickly waved through.
                                                            
INT - NATIONAL INFANTRY MUSEUM
                                                            
                       NOAH
What is the meaning of this?
                                                            

92.

Mike, carrying a briefcase, follows a Marine in dress
uniform down the main hallway. The Marine escorts him to a
set of double doors. Decals of the Presidential Seal adorn
the glass of each door. The Marine holds the door open for
Mike to enter.
                                                            
INT - NEW PRESIDENTIAL OFFICE.
                                                            
Noah Sessions, early 50s, dark brown hair greying at the
edges, slightly pudgy, STALKS towards Mike
                                                            
                       NOAH
What the hell were you thinking
killing Hassan? He was our only
lead
                                                            
                       MIKE
I know who you are Sessions or
should I just call you Raptor?
                                                            
Sessions's eyes go wide with surprise and fear. He quickly
recovers.
                                                            
                       NOAH
      (Stammers)
I don't have the slightest idea
what you are talking about? Who
is Raptor?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Have a seat while I explain it to
you.
                                                            
Mike STRIDES to the Presidential desk pushing papers and
objects to the floor to make room for his briefcase. He
SLAMS the case down, opening it with a flourish. From the
case he extracts the TALON file. Session walks to his chair
sinking down into it.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
The one thing I haven't quite put
together is why you done it.
                                                            
Noah still tries to play innocent
                                                            

93.

                       NOAH
You aren't making sense. What are
you talking about?
                                                            
                       MIKE
It's over you can quit pretending.
I know everything. You got
Jeffrey to bring Ibrahim into the
country. You supplied them with
nukes to use. You played Zabadi
so he thought he was in control of
the mission the entire time. The
only thing I haven't figured out
is why.
                                                            
Noah sinks back into his chair.
                                                            
                       NOAH
I never intended for so many
people to die. It was supposed to
be a simple operation. I let the
terrorists in and let them use a
bomb or two to scare the people.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What did you think? I was just
going to come in here and you
would kill me and never have to
face what you have done?
                                                            
Noah WHIPS a pistol from under his desk aiming it low at
Mike, out of sight of anyone who happened to come into the
room.
                                                            
                       NOAH
That's exactly what I thought. Sit
down slowly.
                                                            
Mike slowly takes a seat in front of Noah's desk.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Why do all this? What did our
nation do to deserve your
betrayal?
                                                            

94.

                       NOAH
Everything and nothing. This is
not about one country, this is
about changing the world.
                                                            
                       MIKE
How? By you killing millions and
sending us back to the Stone Age?
                                                            
                       NOAH
A plan is in place to implicate
the Soviets and the Chinese in
these attacks. Once NEST has
traced the bomb make, I will
formally warn these nations of our
ongoing investigation. Then, when
through more attacks, we have
enough evidence I will launch a
war against both countries.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You're crazy if you believe the
American people will back you on
this.
                                                            
                       NOAH
They will never know. All they
will see is a rising body count
and evidence linking Russia and
China to attacks against us and
they will all be clamoring for
revenge.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What do you hope to gain out of a
war against these two?
                                                            
                       NOAH
Respect
                                                            
                       MIKE
Respect or fear?
                                                            
                       NOAH
One is as good as the other.
America was heading down a bad
road of not respecting our
            (MORE)

95.

                       NOAH (cont'd)
enemies. We fell back asleep
after nine eleven.
                                                            
                       MIKE
And it was up to you to wake us up
again?
                                                            
                       NOAH
Yes, sort of. I never intended
for it to get out of control like
it has.
                                                            
Mike SLAMS his hands down on the desk, leaning as far as he
dare in Noah's direction.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Angrily)
What did you expect when you set
loose terrorists that hate our
guts in country with nukes? Or
were you naive enough to believe
you could control everything?
                                                            
                       NOAH
I would have if everyone had just
stuck to the plan.
                                                            
Mike suddenly stands and walks to the windows situated on
the right side of the room. He looks out on kids playing in
the green fields just outside the security fences of the
museum.
                                                            
                       MIKE
And exactly what was the plan?
                                                            
                       NOAH
To unleash a couple of nukes, get
people panicked and then push them
into urban centers where they
would be easier to control.
                                                            
                       MIKE
But the terrorists had different
ideas?
                                                            

96.

                       NOAH
The bomb on Grand Island was
early, El Paso was another cell
activation. Atlanta was used to
throw suspicion off of us and D.C.
was an attempt to decapitate the
succession of leadership.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You used CTS and NEST to clean up
your work. You knew I would go
after phantoms just as hard as the
real deal. Was Jeffrey even part
of the plan?
                                                            
                       NOAH
Jeffrey was trying to protect his
family. We kidnapped them forcing
him to become a courier of bombs,
terrorists and supplies to keep
them alive.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You know it's over don't you?
                                                            
                       NOAH
On the contrary. With the
succession of leadership faltering
I have in place a plan to wipe out
the rest of the leadership pyramid
leaving me all alone at the top.
America will essentially become a
dictatorship. My dictatorship!
                                                            
                       MIKE
You said you did this for respect
or fear. Well, I neither respect
or fear you. It's over this ends
right now!
                                                            
                       NOAH
I'm the President. I'll say when
it's over.
                                                            
Suddenly agents BURST through the door, guns drawn. Mike,
not taking his eyes off Noah, gives commands.
                                                            

97.

                       MIKE
Arrest Noah Sessions, former
President of the United States on
charges of treason, extortion and
kidnapping.
                                                            
Noah raises his gun leveling it at Mike. The agents all
rack rounds into their weapons.
                                                            
                       NOAH
No one will believe you. It's my
word against yours. A drunk CTS
agent still grieving the loss of
his wife at the hands of a
terrorist he murdered in Iraq
versus the man that runs the
country.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You would be absolutely right if
not for this.
                                                            
Mike pulls a tape recorder and a radio transmitter from his
pocket and lays them on the desk.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
The people heard you loud and
clear. You're finished.
                                                            
                       NOAH
Damn you, you stupid son of a
bitch!
                                                            
Noah raises his gun higher. POP! POP! POP! Several
deafening shots ring out as the agents open fire pouring hot
lead into the President. The windows behind him shatter as
he is SLAMMED backwards into the wall. He slides down the
wall slumped over dead. Mike flips open his phone.
                                                            
                       BILL (O.S.)
We got it!
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'm going to try to locate
Jeffrey's family. Hopefully it
isn't too late.
                                                            

98.

                       BILL
Keep me updated
                                                            
                       MIKE
Will do.
                                                            
 
EXT. UMATILLA OREGON - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: UMATILLA OREGON

A NEST helicopter hovers over a warehouse near downtown. A
NEST van is parked blocking the entrance through the gate.
Parked closer to the building are two Army two - ton trucks
as well as an FBI bomb squad vehicle.
                                                            
INT - NEST VAN
                                                            
Drake Gordon is suiting up. He speaks to his crew before
they head inside the warehouse.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
We need to be careful. We don't
know what kind of condition it's
in. If there is a breach of any
kind we back away and wait. The
Army's Five Oh Two Disposal Unit
is already inside. We need to
stay sharp in there. Any
questions?
                                                            
There were none.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
Let's go!
                                                            
INT - WAREHOUSE
                                                            
Army disposal unit members stand around an open crate in the
middle of the warehouse. All are wearing biological space
suits as is Drake's team. Drake walks up to the group.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
      (Voice muffled
       from suit)
Who's in charge here?
                                                            

99.

A tall man with Sergeant strips emblazoned on the sleeve
turns.
                                                            
                       SERGEANT
I am who wants to know?
                                                            
Drake extends his hand towards the Sergeant.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Drake Gordon NEST Operations.
                                                            
The Sergeant accepts his extended hand giving an awkward
handshake due to the bulky suit.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
We were sent here to help out.
What have we got?
                                                            
                       SERGEANT
Looks to be a Russian variant of
the B - 61.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Is it a straight disconnect?
                                                            
                       SERGEANT
We're not for sure that's why we
called you guys in.
                                                            
Drake walks towards the table.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Let's have a look.
                                                            
 
INT. AIRPORT TERMINAL - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: HOUSTON TEXAS
                                                            
CTS and FBI agents dressed in SWAT gear, weapons drawn
approach a terminal wall. Each unit has its own initials
emblazoned on the gear in white.

They SPRINT around the corner quickly throwing four
terrorists to the ground from their seats. They zip tie
them and yank them to their feet hauling them out of the

100.

terminal to the stares of the other waiting passengers too
stunned to react to the sudden violence.
                                                            
 
EXT. COUNTRY HOME - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: LOUISVILLE KENTUCKY

The last dying rays of sunlight before night settles in,
shines on a quaint farmhouse sitting in the distance. It is
surrounded by fields of corn.

FOCUS ON OPENED BACK HATCH of CTS SUV. Mike sits in the
back loading an MP - 5. Five men in SWAT gear with black
ski masks stand around him.
                                                            
                       MIKE
We have good intelligence that
Jeffrey's family is being held
inside. We go in hard and fast.
ID your targets. We don't want
any friendly casualties.
                                                            
Mike pulls up a floorplan of the house on his PDA. He turns
it so the others can see it. He indicates the doors.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Standard two door entry. One
front, one back. We have eyes on
four hostiles total. We also have
three friendlies. One male, two
female.
                                                            
                       RICK
Do we know what kind of weapons?
                                                            
                       MIKE
From the intelligence we gathered
they all appear to be armed with
AK - 47s.
                                                            
                       RICK
Do we know the locations of the
friendlies inside the Op area?
                                                            

101.

                       MIKE
That is unknown. Any other
questions?
                                                            
There were none.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Good. Let's roll.
                                                            
 
EXT. FRONT PORCH COUNTRY HOME - DAY
                                                            
Mike and his team SPRINT from the edge of the woods to the
front porch. As soon as they land on the front porch they
TOSS FLASH BANGS through the front windows.

MUFFLED EXPLOSIONS and CURSES are heard from inside. Junior
kicks the front door in and the others quickly enter behind
him.
                                                            
INT - COUNTRY HOME
                                                            
THICK SMOKE AND CHAOS. Some terrorists are YELLING in PAIN.
SPORADIC GUNFIRE is quickly silenced by Mike's team.

CLOSE ON MIKE as he kicks the door to a bedroom in.
Jeffrey's wife, son and daughter are bound with duct tape
lying in the corner. Two terrorists stand guard over them.
Mike quickly puts both terrorists down with bullets to the
head. The family's SCREAMS are muffled by the duct tape
over their mouths. Mike speaks to them loudly as he rushes
to them
                                                            
                       MIKE
It's ok I'm a good guy. My name
is Mike Grimes I am with Counter
Terrorism. We are here to rescue
you.
                                                            
He slices through the tape with a sharp combat knife. As
soon as he unties them they throw themselves at him,
embracing him in a hug. LORI MORRIS, Jeffrey's wife, cries
as she thanks Mike.
                                                            

102.

                       LORI
Thank you, thank you. I cannot
thank you enough. I thought we
were going to die.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Come with me your ride is waiting
outside.
                                                            
 
EXT. COUNTRY HOME - DAY
                                                            
A CTS helicopter settles on the front lawn just as Mike
followed by the family comes through the front door. He
quickly rushes them onto the helicopter. As they are
lifting off he pulls his phone out.
                                                            
                       BILL (O.S.)
Did you find them?
                                                            
                       MIKE
Yeah their on their way to you as
we speak. They appear to be in
good shape. Maybe a little
dehydrated but none the worse for
wear.
                                                            
                       BILL (O.S.)
That's great news! I'm afraid we
have another problem brewing.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What's that?
                                                            
                       BILL (O.S.)
Appears Ibrahim may have had it
right all along. NEST found a
fake bomb in Utamilla Oregon which
means we still have more live
nukes out there.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Do we have any leads?
                                                            

103.

                       BILL (O.S.)
They are pulling a new list of
bomb locations off the President's
computer they should have it to me
by the time you get back.
                                                            
 
EXT. RELIANT STADIUM HOUSTON TEXAS - NIGHT
                                                            
In the b.g. the lights of Reliant Stadium can be seen. Two
CTS SUVs lights flashing sit beside a car in the otherwise
empty parking lot. A NEST helicopter sits nearby.

CLOSE UP Junior as he finally pries the trunk open of the
late model BMW exposing a truck full of five gallon buckets
wired into an improvised bomb. The NEST agent starts to
scream.
                                                            
                       AGENT
Don't t
                                                            
The rest of his sentence is cut off by a MASSIVE EXPLOSION
that sends a huge FIREBALL hundreds of feet in the air.
                                                            
AERIAL VIEW as the fireball incinerates the two vehicles
and helicopter adding their own explosions to the mix.
WINDOWS SHATTER in Reliant Stadium and the surrounding
businesses.
                                                            
 
INT. PRIVATE JET - NIGHT
                                                            
Mike and his team is heading back to Dallas following the
rescue of Jeffrey's family. They are all still dressed in
SWAT gear. Mike's phone CHIRPS.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Grimes
                                                            
Bill sounds distraught.
                                                            
                       BILL (O.S.)
Mike, it's Junior.
                                                            
                       MIKE
What happened?
                                                            

104.

                       BILL (O.S.)
Details are sketchy at the moment
but it appears he was killed in an
explosion outside Reliant Stadium.
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (Screaming)
Son of a bitch!
                                                            
A call waiting signal is sounded in Mike's phone. He pulls
it from his ear looking at it. He replaces it to his ear.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Bill let me call you back. The
FBI is trying to contact me.
                                                            
He punches a button on his phone.
                                                            
                       MIKE (CONT'D)
Grimes.
                                                            
 
INT. FBI HOLDING CELL - NIGHT
                                                            
Ibrahim sits holding a cell phone. A news report of the
blast plays on his small personal TV. An FBI agent stands
guard just inside the room. A huge smile plays over his
face as he hears Mike's voice. (INTERCUT PHONE SEQUENCE)
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
We having fun yet? I told you it
was not over.
                                                            
                       MIKE
You son of a bitch I'll rip you in
half.
                                                            
Ibrahim throws his head back and laughs. He stretches out
on his bunk very relaxed
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
On the contrary my friend. You
cannot touch me. I am in FBI
care. No one can touch me.
                                                            
Mike SLAMS the seat back in front of him.
                                                            

105.

                       MIKE
You will pay for what you have
done.
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
This is just getting started. We
are far from over.
                                                            
Ibrahim hangs up the phone. Mike SLINGS the phone across
the cabin, SCREAMING in frustration.
                                                            
 
EXT. NATIONAL GRAVEYARD - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: THREE DAYS LATER

Rain POUNDS down, THUNDER CRASHES as LIGHTENING STREAKS
across the sky. AERIAL VIEW of HUGE funeral procession as
it slowly makes it way towards a freshly dug grave covered
by a tent. The hearst stops. Mike steps out followed by
Junior's wife and his two small children all dressed in
black. Mike escorts her to the front row of chairs in the
tent. Pall bearers carry the casket to its place in front
of the crowd. The pastor prepares to speak.
                                                            
                       PASTOR
Dearly beloved we are gathered
here today to mourn the passing of
another fine son. Junior
Hernandez was a great father,
husband and soldier. He placed his
life on the line for his country
and died a hero. He came from the
poor slums of Mexico to the
bountiful cities of America. He
loved his country, his job, his
friends and his lovely family.
                                                            
As the Pastor is speaking Mike moves away to make a phone
call.
                                                            
 
EXT. NATIONAL INFANTRY MUSEUM - DAY
                                                            
Bill is standing along with Dan Ryan from NEST on the steps
of the museum. Millions of people pack the immediate area

106.

and the foot of the steps is gaily decorated. This is the
Presidential Swearing In Ceremony. Bright sunlight bathes
the crowd. Bill dials his phone. (INTERCUT PHONE SEQUENCE)
                                                            
                       BILL
Where are you?
                                                            
                       MIKE
At Junior's funeral where are you?
                                                            
                       BILL
I'm with Dan Ryan. We are at the
Presidential Inauguration.
                                                            
Mike slaps himself lightly in the forehead
                                                            
                       MIKE
Shit, I forgot that was today.
                                                            
                       BILL
It's ok been a hell of a week.
President Lawson wants to meet you
at the office after the ceremony.
                                                            
                       MIKE
I'll be there later this evening.
                                                            
Mike hangs up the phone and returns to the service.
                                                            
                       PASTOR
Let his death not be in vain. Let
his dedication to his country live
on forever in each of us.
                                                            
The Pastor nods to the soldier standing at the back of the
crowd. He begins the mournful sound of taps on a bugle, as
two other soldiers take the flag draped over the coffin and
fold it presenting it to Mary. As taps ends a 21 gun salute
is sounded. Then the funeral attendees start to file out of
the tent somberly.
                                                            
 
EXT. DALLAS FREEWAY - DAY
                                                            
HUNDREDS of CTS, FBI, Dallas Police, Sheriff's Dept. and
Texas State Trooper vehicles drive slowly on the freeway

107.

taking up all lanes, emergency lights flashing and sirens
wailing. In the middle is the funeral limousine carrying
Mary and her children back home. The procession is in honor
of Junior.
                                                            
 
EXT. NATIONAL INFANTRY MUSEUM STEPS - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: FOUR HOURS LATER

Henry Lawson stands before a massive crowd gathered to watch
his swearing in ceremony. The Chief Justice is
administering the oath of the President of the United
States.
                                                            
                       CHIEF JUSTICE
Do you Henry Lawson solemly swear
that you will faithfully execute
the office of President of the
United States and to the best of
your ability perserve, protect and
defend the Constitution of the
United States?
                                                            
                       HENRY
I do so help me God.
                                                            
The Chief Justice turns to address the crowds, as the band
starts playing "Hail to the Chief"
                                                            
                       CHIEF JUSTICE
Ladies and Gentlemen Henry J.
Lawson the fourty - fifth
President of the United States of
America.
                                                            
Henry takes the podium to thunderous applause.

NOTE: MONTAGE PLAYS as Henry Voices Over images.
                                                            
                       HENRY
My fellow citizens today is a new
day of hope in this great land. We
are slowly recovering from the
fires that have scorched our earth
but not our resolve.
                                                            

108.

EXT - RESIDENTIAL STREET
                                                            
Two cars are swiftly blocked in by CTS and FBI vehicles with
emergency lights flashing. Agents JUMP out dressed in SWAT
gear with black ski masks and automatic weapons. They RIP
the occupants of the vehicle out SLAMMING them on the ground
handcuffing them
                                                            
                       HENRY (V.O.)
      (CONT'D)
The terrorists who committed these
terrible acts are swiftly being
brought to justice through the
tireless efforts of our law
enforcement and military
personnel.
                                                            
EXT - NEW YORK CITY GROUND ZERO
                                                            
AERIAL VIEW of smoking remains of New York City from atop
the Statue of Liberty.
                                                            
                       HENRY (CONT'D)
      (V.O.)
Our nation has been scarred by
these attacks. The attacked
cities will be uninhabitable for
years to come, but we will
rebuild, we will replant and we
will witness a rebirth.
                                                            
INT - WAREHOUSE
                                                            
We end the Montage on Men with NEST emblazoned on the back
of their biological space suits stand around an open crate.
Inside can be seen a nuclear bomb.
                                                            
                       HENRY (CONT'D)
      (V.O.)
he remaining nuclear bombs are
being disarmed and dismantled. We
are extinguishing the fear this
threat poses to us all.
                                                            
The crowds JUMP and CHEER at these words. FOCUS ON Henry as
he ends his speech.
                                                            

109.

                       HENRY (CONT'D)
As President I will restore your
lost faith in this government and
I will strengthen our country and
ensure that we are never surprised
by another attack like this. God
Bless America and God bless us all
and keep us safe forever.
                                                            
Henry walks up the stairs, entering the Museum to thunderous
applause.
                                                            
 
INT. CTS HEADQUARTERS - DAY
                                                            
Mike still dressed in the same clothes he wore to the
funeral, makes his way to Bill's office. Bill, Henry and
Dan all are crowded into the office.
                                                            
INT - BILL'S OFFICE
                                                            
                       MIKE
      (To Henry)
Sir, I was informed that you
wanted to meet with me?
                                                            
Henry extends his hand to Mike. When he shakes Henry's
hand, Henry pulls him into a hug. After a few seconds the
men break the embrace.
                                                            
                       HENRY
I know you and Junior were very
close. As my first official act
as President I would like award
him the Purple Heart and the Medal
of Honor.
                                                            
                       MIKE
That would be very appropriate
Sir.
                                                            
Henry hands over the two boxes containing the two medals.
                                                            

110.

                       HENRY
I think it only appropriate that
you give these to his widow
yourself.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Thank you Sir
                                                            
                       DAN
On a more positive note we pulled
the last of the nukes out of the
field yesterday afternoon.
                                                            
                       MIKE
All the cities on the new list
have been cleared?
                                                            
                       DAN
As far as I know they have.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Did we find real ones or bogus
ones like they found in Umatilla?
                                                            
                       HENRY
They were all real Mike. We have
finally ended this thing once and
for all. All the terrorists have
been captured or killed so we can
rest easy for a little while.
                                                            
Mike TAPS the two boxes together.
                                                            
                       MIKE
At least some of us can.
                                                            
 
EXT. MARY'S HOUSE - NIGHT
                                                            
The rain pours down in sheets as Mike pulls up to the house.
Several official vehicles still line the street, some with
emergency lights still flashing, others dark. Mike gets out
of his SUV and SPRINTS to the porch. He knocks on the front
door. Mary comes to the door. When she sees Mike she opens
the door and embraces him.
                                                            

111.

                       MARY
Have you ever had to knock? You
know you're always welcome here.
                                                            
INT - MARY'S HOUSE
                                                            
People in all different kinds of uniforms fill the living
room. Mary guides Mike to a lone empty chair in the corner.
As she turns to head into the kitchen, Mike grabs her hand.
He places the two boxes in her hands.
                                                            
                       MIKE
The President awarded Junior the
Medal of Honor and the Purple
Heart. He wanted me to give them
to you personally.
                                                            
Mary BURSTS into tears. She falls against Mike as the
others gather around her comforting her.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
 
INT. FORT LEVENWORTH FEDERAL PRISON - DAY
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: SIX MONTHS LATER
                                                            
Ibrahim sits in a prison cell surrounded by guards. Mike
wearing a CTS windbreaker sits in a chair before him.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
You called me down here with
important news what do you want?
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
I wanted to issue a warning to the
President before it is too late.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Too late for what? Your execution
is scheduled for ten tomorrow
morning!
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
If I die other cells already here
will activate unleashing the
destruction that I never
            (MORE)

112.

                       IBRAHIM (cont'd)
completed.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
      (Laughing)
You want me to believe that when
you die suddenly some terrorist
cell is going to activate and
explode more nuclear bombs?
                                                            
                       IBRAHIM
That's exactly what I am saying.
                                                            
Drake gets up motioning for the guard to open the cell. He
stops in the doorway of the cell.
                                                            
                       DRAKE
Nice try, Ibrahim. NEST has torn
apart every city and recovered all
the nukes. You are finished
forever. Have a nice life what's
left of it anyway, which right now
is
                                                            
Drake quickly looks at his watch.
                                                            
                       DRAKE (CONT'D)
Thirteen hours and twenty seven
minutes.
                                                            
Drake walks out of the cell and the door SLAMS shut.
                                                            
 
EXT. BEACH BUNGALOW HAWAII - DAY
                                                            
The setting sun glows a brilliant faded orange with red
streaks on the rippling ocean tide lapping at the beach.
Mike sits in a plastic sun chair. A small radio sitting on
a table plays softly. An empty beer bottle sits beside it.

WIDEN to reveal Julie in a string bikini barely covering her
assets lounging in the chair next to him. Mike turns up the
radio as the news starts to play.
                                                            

113.

                       REPORTER
Today's top story. Ibrahim Yasin,
mastermind behind the horrendous
nuclear attacks on our country,
was put to death this morning at
ten a.m. Eastern Standard Time. In
other news the World Peace rally
that was originally scheduled to
open earlier this year in New York
City has been moved to Seattle,
with opening ceremonies being
kicked off at eight a.m. tomorrow
morning Pacific Standard Time.
Crowds in the millions are
expected to attend. A Special
appearance by newly sworn in
President Henry Lawson and First
Lady Andrea Lawson is also
scheduled.
                                                            
Julie gets up, coming to sit on Mike's chair.
                                                            
                       REPORTER (CONT'D)
Henry Lawson has created a new
nuclear taskforce naming Bill
Pollard and Dan Ryan as co -
directors. Both men will leave
their respective departments. Mike
Grimes will now head CTS, Drake
Gordon lead field operative of
NEST will now be the new Director
of NEST Operations.
                                                            
Julie reaches over and shuts off the radio.
                                                            
                       MIKE
Hey, I was listening to that!
                                                            
Julie gets up and stretches herself out on top of him.
                                                            
                       JULIE
Maybe you should be listening to
me instead.
                                                            
Mike engulfs her in a hug, feeling her up.
                                                            

114.

                       MIKE
I believe you are right.
                                                            
                                         FADE TO BLACK:
                                                            
 
EXT. SEATTLE WASHINGTON - NIGHT
                                                            
SUPERIMPOSE: SEATTLE WASHINGTON

Establishing shot of the Seattle skyline. A brilliant
starlit night.
                                                            
EXT - SPACE NEEDLE
                                                            
The Space Needle lit up. CHILDREN laughing and
unintelligible speech as crowds pass in front of it.
                                                            
EXT - QUEST FIELD
                                                            
A sold out Quest Field. Stadium lights glare on the field
as an NFL game plays. The CROWD ROARS as the Seahawks score
a touchdown.
                                                            
EXT - KING COUNTY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
                                                            
Huge Jumbo jets THUNDER through the sky as they take off and
land.
                                                            
EXT - DEERBORN PARK
                                                            
CHILDREN LAUGHING and YELLING as they play on the
playground. The park is full of laughing children and
adults.
                                                            
EXT - HARBOR ISLAND
                                                            
FREIGHTERS pull into the docks. The ships are all lit up
coming into harbor.
                                                            
                       REPORTER (V.O.)
Tonight is the first night curfew
has been lifted and the citizens
of Seattle are fully enjoying
their freedom outdoors. Tonight's
forecast calls for clear skies,
with a light breeze temperatures
            (MORE)

115.

                       REPORTER (cont'd)
in the low sixties. It is an
absolutely beautiful evening so
get out and enjoy it while you can
because this weekend calls for
fifty to sixty percent chance of
rain. World Peace Rally
organizers are hoping the rain
will hold off until after the
opening ceremony.
                                                            
A GIGANTIC EXPLOSION RIPS the night sky apart. FIRE LEAPS
thousands of feet into the air. A PYROCLASTIC CLOUD RACES
away from the epicenter, devouring everything in its path
within seconds. HURRICANE FORCE WINDS RIPS everything in
its path to SHREDS.
                                                            
EXT - SPACE NEEDLE
                                                            
The Space Needle is ripped from it's foundation and FLUNG
through the air like a spear. It's SHREDDED into a million
pieces as the GROWING WAVE of DESTRUCTION RIPS it apart.
                                                            
EXT - QUEST FIELD
                                                            
The ground around the stadium buckles up before GYSERS of
dirt and rock fly into the air propelling the entire stadium
hundreds of feet into the air. The WAVE OF DESTRUCTION
SPLINTERS the stadium into a trillion shiny flaming
particles
                                                            
EXT - KING COUNTY INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
                                                            
Aircraft taking off in the direction of the blast do not
have time to turn before they EXPLODE IN MIDAIR. Those
aircraft still on the ground or taking off in the opposite
direction only survive a few seconds longer before they too
are turned to ash almost instantly. The entire airport is
incinerated in seconds. Nothing survives.
                                                            
MEDIUM LONG RANGE shot of Seattle lit up at night.

EXTREMELY LONG RANGE shot of Seattle. A blinding white
light explodes from the middle of Seattle. A GIGANTIC
EXPLOSION obliterates the skyline. Fire races outwards in
all directions. The tell - tale signs of a mushroom cloud

116.

glowing brilliantly red in the night sky hangs over what is
left of Seattle.
                                                            


FADE OUT.


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From Anthonty Date 6/3/2011 ****
This is a good script. Very descriptive scenes and good overall storyline. There are a few weak points here and there that could be sharpened up but overall a very workable script. Keep up the good work.


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