TheStringerFiles

Episode 2/3
Episode 1
“No Happy Ending”

Fade in:

Stringer
A screenplay by Mike Colonna
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Opening credits over racing graphics. TBD
Music TBD

FADE IN:
INT. BERLIN TRAIN STATION - MORNING
Extremely active train platform. A sign reads Platform 18,
Eurostar-Copenhagen. Passengers wheel luggage briskly to
their coaches. Platform announcements. Train whistles from arriving and departing trains are heard over the sounds of passengers moving from platform to platform.

Brittany makes her way past other passengers, albeit less
grace fully that she might have opted for. As she walks through the parlor coach, she checks her ticket against seat numbers.

She arrives at her seat, sets her backpack down and looks at
the passenger sitting next to her, another passenger seated across from her seat number. She blows a strand of hair off her forehead and tries to lift her back pack to the overhead bin.
The passenger, fit, sits in Seat C. He watches Brittany struggle with her back pack.

STRINGER
You need help with that?
BRITTANY
Thank you, I packed light.
(Laughs)
Brittany pulls a magazine out of her backpack, drops it on the seat and puts the backpack into the overhead bin as the Eurostar glides out of the Berlin Central Train Station.
STRINGER
I detect an American Accent? First
trip abroad?
(Heavy British accent.)
BRITTANY
Ya, is it that obvious?
STRINGER
I don’t mean to pry. What is your name?
BRITTANY
Not at all, it’s Brittany.
STRINGER
Glad to meet you Brittany.
BRITTANY
Like wise.
STRINGER
Mind if I ask where you’re from?
BRITTANY
I’m from Southern California area. And you?

STRINGER
I live in Copenhagen now, but I spent some time in the U.S. a long time ago. I raced Formula One cars in Long Beach.
BRITTANY
I’m from Long Beach. How funny.
You know, when I was a little girl living with my dad, I vaguely remember meeting someone like you. (Pause) His name was Nick, Nick Stringer.
STRINGER
I’m Nick Stringer. (Shocked) This is bullshit. Not in a million years. You were one of my dad’s best friends.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Stringer has an epiphany and is visually moved.
Brittany? Now I remember. Your dad paraded you up and down the beach, he was very proud.
STRINGER
My girlfriend and I were sunning aboard my yacht during the Monaco Grand Prix, your dad and two other blokes, asked me if I could help them find a gentleman by the name of Nick Stringer. I said, You’re looking at him!
BRITTANY
Yea, my dad, never shy’s away from meeting some of the most interesting people on earth.
STRINGER
I stayed with your dad every time I visited L.A. My first and last ride was Long Beach. One of my best friends Ricardo Baltoni was almost killed. We managed to pull him out of his race car, but he paid the price, he’s been in a wheelchair since.
FLASHBACK VIDEO
EXT: LONG BEACH GRAND PRIX - AFTERNOON - 1980
1980 Long Beach Grand Prix Film clip. The roar of Formula one cars racing. (Long Beach, Grand Prix)
Formula one cars are flying around the streets of Long Beach. The city is filled with race enthusiasts from all parts of the world. The grandstands are full of excitement anticipating the green flag that will start the Long Beach Grand Prix.
STRINGER (V.O.)
You can’t imagine the adrenaline rush when your sitting behind the wheel of a Formula One car. As a little kid I grew up following race car drivers, always thinking someday I would drive a Ferrari and become famous.
We see an aerial shot of the Long Beach Grand Prix then a helmet mounted camera of Stringer driving his Formula 1 car around the tight hairpin on Shoreline and Ocean Blvd.
Split screen Monaco and Long Beach hairpins.

STRINGER (V0)
This hairpin is more dangerous than Monaco. Slowing down to 35 miles per hour then accelerating like a sling shot to more than 160 miles per hour down Shoreline Drive. It’s the 54th lap my old pal Baltoni is four seconds ahead of me, then all hell breaks lose. Baltoni’s break pedal malfunctions, he drove through the dead end escape, where his car hit a tire barrier, then hit a concrete wall at full speed.
(Stock footage of the 1980 Long Beach Grand Prix crash)
TV ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Ricardo Baltoni, has crashed into the hair pin barriers. Flames are shooting out of his race car. Emergency crews are approaching and driver Nick Stringer has pulled over directly behind Baltoni. Stringer has Baltoni in his grasp, but the flames are too intense. Stringer’s suit is on fire as he tried to pull Baltoni out of his car. Firefighters and medics have arrived. Nick Stringer may have saved Ricardo Baltoni from a fiery death!
INT: LONG BEACH - AMBULANCE - AFTERNOON
Baltoni is laying on a stretcher, Stringer is sitting along side with bandages covering third degree burns. Paramedics work to save Baltoni’s life. The accident left Baltoni paralyzed from the waist down.
10 Years Later Stock footage of Desert Storm.
STRINGER (V.O.)
I retired from racing. I joined M-5. That’s were I met my future partners. The CIA needed a few nut jobs to hide under a bunker in the Saudi Desert. M-5 volunteered my services. I monitored enemy troop movements from an underground bunker in the Saudi Desert near Kuwait. I was the CIA’s eyes and ears under the ground.

(CONT’D)

STRINGER (VO)
FILM OF LONDON NIGHT CLUB SCENES.

After the war we all partied at different London nightclubs. I was celebrity. I enthusiastically accepted my first covert operation as a paid mercenary. The South African Government needed to eliminate the threat from insurgents. Very lucrative, killing terrorists for fun and profit.
(Stock Footage) at LEGENDS night club in London Stringer sits in a booth talking war stories and surrounded by celebrities and friends. Toasting his exploits.
INT: EUROSTAR - LATE AFTERNOON

They continue talking. The Eurostar is moving fast. Small
villages, farms are flashing by the coach window.
STRINGER
At the time I worked various jobs for various governments.
BRITTANY
I remember my dad telling me that you were some type of secret agent, catching diamond smugglers.
STRINGER
I was “what you may call a problem solver.” Some things I was proud of others we wont’ talk about.
The Eurostar is now traveling at a high rate of speed. The country side is speeding by the coach windows.
STRINGER (VO) (CONT’D)
At the time is was all fun and profit. Mainly profit.

EXT: SOUTH AFRICA - JOHANNESBURG AIRPORT - DAY
A small private jet flies low into Johannesburg International Airport. Stringer passes quickly through security check points. He’s on the curb waiting for his pickup. A banged up black four door chevy with an “Uber” sign in the front window wearing paint skids on it’s doors arrives. The car stops, the driver waves Stringer in.
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
Where to Mr. Stringer?
STRINGER
We’ve been there before you crazy son of a bitch. Daniel how have you been. (Daniel, black, frail, former South African police officer, about 40)
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
I suppose you are chasing bad people again?
STRINGER
Don’t know yet.
Aerial as Daniel drives through the slum area’s of Johannesburg. He tells Stringer someone on a motorcycle is about 50 feet behind them.
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
Someone is following us.
STRINGER
Friend of yours?
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
I don’t think so. He’s coming up along side.
The driver of the motorcycle throws an envelope into Daniel’s car.
UBER DRIVER DANIEL (CONT’D)

It’s got your name on it Stringer.
STRINGER
Let’s have a look.

Stringer opens the envelope. It has a picture of the Malema Shandeka, the intelligence officer Stringer’s about to meet. It shows him standing in the jungle with a man in a “grey beret” exchanging handshakes. Stringer hands the picture to Daniel, while he’s driving. Daniel recognizes the faces.
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
The man on the left, in the army uniform is shaking hands with the head of an anti government group called the ANC they want to eliminate whites in South Africa.
STRINGER
I’m meeting with Shandeka tomorrow.
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
Stringer beware my friend, he is a ruthless man, nothing stands in his way.
STRINGER
Got it. Drop me off at the La Casa.
UBER DRIVER
Got it boss.
The cab is weaving in and out of crowded streets filled with tourists and vendors.
STRINGER
I need a favor. Can you get your hands on a MP5A3 (submachine gun) with a retractable stock?
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
How soon do you need it?
STRINGER
Yesterday.
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
One quick stop.
Stringer hands Daniel a wad of hundred dollar bills. Daniel stops at a shabby slum warehouse. Scribbles a note to his friend in front of the warehouse. Within minutes he produces an MP5A3 with a retractable stock.

STRINGER
Daniel you are the man, mate!
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
I’m your driver right man?
STRINGER
Couldn’t do it without you Daniel.
They arrive at the La Casa Hotel. A young bell hop opens Stringers door, Stringer carry’s his own small suitcase. Walks to the check in counter, scopes out the lobby, an attractive hotel receptionist, in a very short skirt, mid 20’s dark hair, very attractive, looks at Stringers papers, gives him key’s to a second floor room overlooking the street.
RECEPTIONIST
I will be up later to stock your refrigerator and turn up your bed.
STRINGER
Very nice of you, bring up a bottle of Dewars if you can/
RECEPTIONIST
Absolutely.
She gives him the keys, second floor overlooking the busy street.
Stringer settles in his room, checks out his ammo and revolver. Ready for any funny business. Puts the revolver under the pillow.
Stringer is on his phone checking his messages. He here’s the door knock.
RECEPTIONIST (CONT’D)
Mr. Stringer, am I interrupting anything?
STRINGER
Not at all. Come in.
RECEPTIONIST
I’ve got your Dewars, and I’m ready to get your bed ready.
She stocks the hotel suite refrigerator. Stringer is looking at his phone. The Receptionist is bent over fluffing up his pillow, turning his sheets, half of her lower body is facing Stringer, a bright colored thong is facing him, she looks back and sees Stringer admiring her bum.
RECEPTIONIST (CONT’D)
Is there anything else I can do for you. My replacement has arrived and I’m off work at the moment.

STRINGER
No, since you’re off work, would you care to have a drink?
RECEPTIONIST
Not at all. Dewars would be fine.
Stringer prepares two glasses with ice and pours in the Irish Whiskey hands a glass to the receptionist.
STRINGER
Bottoms up, and I do mean bottoms up.
Fade Out
EXT: JOHANNESBURG - LA CASA HOTEL - MORNING (CONT’D)
Stringer walks by the Receptionist, winks, leaves the lobby, Daniel and his cab are waiting outside. Daniel takes him on a wild ride through the slums of Johannesburg. They pass hundreds of tourists and vendors along the way. They arrive at Malema Shandeka’s office.
Malema Shandeka, head of the South Africa’s State Internal Intelligence service has requested help from the CIA to retrieve 100 million dollars in diamonds stolen from safe place deep in the South African jungle.
Colonel Hackman has scheduled Stringer to meet with Malema Shandeka at his private office in Johannesburg to coordinate the operation.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
Mr. Stringer, you come highly recommended. We will pay you handsomely if you recover all of the diamonds.
STRINGER
How will I know they have all of the diamonds.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
The diamonds are in a hard metal case made of material even these scoundrels cannot open. Your job is to recover the diamonds and bring them back with the identification papers of the diamond thieves. For that small mission you will earn a handsome paycheck.
STRINGER
What are we talking about Mr. Shandeka, what kind of money are we talking about?
MALEMA SHANDEKA
If you return with the diamonds, and no not tamper with the merchandise, I can guarantee you $250,000 dollars for your services.
STRINGER
My life is worth more than $250,000 dollars. Let’s make it $750,000 after all I’m risking my precious reputation and my girlfriend would not be happy if I didn’t return.

MALEMA SHANDEKA
$500,000 is my offer.
STRINGER
Let’s do what we call in London pubs an Indian trade. $675,000 dollars and a friendship that will last forever.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
My friend, you drive a hard bargain. An Indian trade? (He laughs loudly) Ok my friend the choppers will be ready for you in 24 hours.
STRINGER
I’ll need high velocity grenades, two MP 5A laser rifles with 8 gun stocks, two body armor suits, 4 glock 17’s and a Roni G1 modified rifle.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
We know were the diamond thieves are, I will give you an update when you receive the equipment our requested. They will be waiting for you within the next 16 hours.
STRINGER
It’s been nice to be doing business with you. Here is my bank account number, please deposit $300,000 before I leave and I’ll collect the rest when I complete the job.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
Deal. (They shake hands)
The conversation ends, Stringer leaves with Uber Driver Daniel. Malema Shandeka calls in one of his lieutenants.
MALEMA SHANDEKA (CONT’D)
I want you to shadow Mr. Stringer. I’m not sure if I trust him to recover the diamonds.
LIEUTENANT
I will assign two of my best men. And if he appears to be unloyal?
MALEMA SHANDEKA
We will deal with that when the time comes. Go.
Daniel drives Stringer back to his hotel. He looks out the window and his phone beeps. A message from his private bank account, $300,000 deposited.
STRINGER
What do you know about this Malema Shandeka character?
DANIEL
He’s a corrupt military officer, has been involved it a lot of shady deals. He’s not to be trusted.
Stringer’s phone rings. He tips Daniel, walks through the hotel lobby, nods at cute receptionist, walks up the stairs to his hotel room while talking to Kelly O’Day.

KELLY O’DAY
How are things in South Africa?
STRINGER
The food sucks, the weather is miserable, other than that everything in just fine.
KELLY O’DAY
I’ll tell the Colonel your on the line.
COLONEL HACKMAN
Hackman. (Answers)
STRINGER
Tell me about this Malema Shandeka. We worked out a deal to recover the diamonds for the government. I’m not to sure where this is going. I’ll do the job.
Stringer walks to the window while he talks to Colonel Hackman. Stringer spots two men sitting outside a coffee shop eyes glued to his flat.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
The bastard is tailing me.
COLONEL HACKMAN
You know how to handle the situation. Keep me in the loop.
Stringer leaves through the back door of the hotel. Circles around the block and is now behind the two suspicious characters.
STRINGER
Pardon me, do you two gentlemen have a light?
Startled, the two men make a hasty retreat.
EXT: LA CASA HOTEL - MORNING
Stringer exits hotel Daniel, the Uber man, is waiting to take him to an airfield outside of Johannesburg. Daniel drives up to a military chopper, acknowledges two contract British Snipers that will guard the chopper doors. A trained German Shepherd guard dog greets Stringer. The dog is trained to acknowledge hand signals. It’s time to rumble.
The camouflaged chopper travels above the busy city. Weaving in and out of hilltops, skimming across jungle tree lines. Chopper blades become louder.
Two well built military snipers hold Kalashnikovs pointed at the jungle floor. Stringer is attending to his German Shepherd partner.
We see Stringer daydreaming, lost in thought.

FLASHBACK
Stock Desert Storm “Highway of Death” Film of tanks, aircraft, bombing enemy troops withdrawing from Kuwait.
STRINGER (V.O.)
We were not big fans of calling out the hell storm that killed thousands of enemy troops, they had families, but in war there are winners and losers. Our side just happened to be the winners. My team included Johnny Morris, ex MI5 operative, who unraveled the Bin Laden network and kidnapped terrorist Abu Omar. Morris was accused of planting false information through paid informants.
Flash Back

EXT. SAUDI DESERT - THE BUNKER - DAY

The Iraqi soldiers in buses, cars, and tanks, are Desert Stormin’ their asses back to Hussein in his cushy palace.
STRINGER (VO)
This place is going to look like a fucking shooting gallery in a few minutes. Shit’s about to hit the fan, mates.
MORRIS
Cockroaches, they look like someone gassed the hell out of them.
STRINGER
I’m tired of this desert crap, we’re out’a here.
Coalition bombers deliver vengeance.
Smoke and oil fires darken the desert sky. The Highway of Death is littered with bodies bullet riddled vehicles. Not a pretty picture.
INT: CHOPPER SKIMMING JUNGLE TREETOPS
One DOOR GUARD yells. He shocks Stringer out of his daydream.
DOORGUARD ONE
Kill of few of those bastards for me, Stringer.
Stringer nods approval. (Thumbs up) A steep landing in a clearing surrounded by high brush and trees. The sounds of the jungle and the chopper blades blend into a devilish tune.
The weather turns ugly, it begins to pour. Stringer exits the chopper. He sprints toward the tree line.
Stringer and his dog run like hell into the jungle.
STRINGER
(Talking to his dog) We made it big guy. Our target is about half a mile west. Watch for booby traps. (Whispers to himself (you probably don’t know what the hell I’m talking about, looking at the dog.)
Stringer hand signals positions for his Shepherd.
We hear the insurgents footsteps in the distance. Basko, his Shepherd, stands at attention ready to attack.
The enemy is high footing it through the jungle. Their leader machete chops heavy brush as he yells at his young insurgents to pick up the pace.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
They have no idea what’s in store for their sorry asses. OK big fella, I have your back. Do it!
(Stringer signals) “Go!”
Stringer picks each insurgent one by one. Silent shots. Each victim drops in his tracks.

Basko sniffs out the dead. The insurgents look young, but battle tested. He strips the dead, wallets, Stringer’s paid by the items he recovers.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
(Yells at his dog) Basko, that asshole is moving. Watch out!
The insurgent runs into the jungle with a metal box. Basko gives chase. The insurgent slashes the Basko’s leg. Stringer’s on the scene. Reacts
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Hello Abduhl, guess who?

Stringer grabs the insurgent by the hair. He slashes his throat. There’s blood everywhere. Stringer picks up the metal box with the diamonds. Stringer dresses Basko’s knife wound. Stringer hears the sound of the Chopper’s rotary blades. Stringer quickly digs a large hole and bury’s the metal box, noting the location. The Chopper sets down. Stringer and Basko board the Chopper. The pilot makes a quick assent. The sound of rotor blades fade into the jungle.

Daniel is waiting at the chopper pad for Stringers arrival.
Stringer gets into the cab.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Can’t wait to take a shower and get out of this outfit. Blood, guts, not my favorite cologne.
UBER DRIVER DANIEL
That my friend is the smell of South Africa.
They arrive at La Casa Hotel. Six of Malema Shandeka’s soldiers are waiting for him in the lobby.
STRINGER
How can I help you?
LEAD SOLDIER
You have violated our laws.
STRINGER
How’s that?
LEAD SOLDIER
We have a report that you killed more than a dozen South African citizens.
STRINGER
More like 10 but I had authorization.
LEAD SOLDIER
You’re coming with us.
The receptionist watches the Stringer’s arrest. She sets a small recording device above her desk and tapes the confrontation.
Stringer is cuffed and dragged into a military humvee.
STRINGER
You blokes need to talk to your boss Malema Shandeka. There’s a mistake and I’m not in the mood to go through this bullshit.
LEAD SOLDIER
Stay still, keep your mouth shut. We’ve got our orders. Where is the metal box?

STRINGER
What metal box, I don’t know what you’re talking about.
They arrive at a holding cell outside of Malema Shandeka’s office. Stringer is pushed into a drab cell with two other prisoners. Stringer yells at the soldier in charge.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Where’s that asshole, Malema Shandeka? I want to talk to that scum-bag now!
LEAD SOLDIER
You’re not going anywhere. You’ve committed murder of many South African citizens, you will pay for your crimes.
STRINGER
Tell Malema Shandeka that I’m waiting for him.
The lieutenant in Malema’s office.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
Did he have the metal box?
LIEUTENANT
No sir, he did not have the box.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
I am meeting with two of our countries leaders, bring him to me when we’re done talking.
LIEUTENANT
Yes Sir.
The holding cell is in a sandstone building, flimsy laid brick and mortar. A young soldier is guarding the cell. Daniel, his cab driver, has followed the humvee’s that transported Stringer to his holding cell. A guard in front of the building stops Daniel’s cab.
GUARD
You can’t be here. Leave or I will arrest you.
DANIEL
Your holding my last customer and he left his passport in my cab.
GUARD
Give it to me and I’ll check it out and give it to him. (The guard opens the passport and sees a 100 dollar bill starring at him.) I’ll see what I can do.
The guard walks to Stringers cell.
GUARD (CONT’D)
You left something behind.
He hands Stringer his passport. Keeps the 100 dollar bill. Stringer sits and looks into his passport. He sees a thread like fishing line behind his passport picture.

STRINGER
Hey guard, do you have a fag?
The guard approaches Stringer, and pulls out a cigarette, hands it to Stringer through the jail bars. Stringer pulls the Guards arm into the jail, he slams the guards head against the bars, the guard is in a daze, Stringer takes his fish thread puts it around the guards neck. He motions one of the other prisoners to grab the keys attached to the guards belt. The cell door is opened. Stringer quietly approaches the guard at the front of the building. He attacks the guard from behind with a choke hold, the guard collapses, Stringer drags him into the building, undresses the guard, grabs his AK47, and quietly moves toward Malema Shandeka’s office.
Two soldiers are guarding the entrance to Malema Shandeka’s office. Stringer quickly disposes the two soldiers, kicks open the door. Two elderly grey haired politicians are sitting in front of Malema Shandeka.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You and I need to talk.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
This place will be surrounded within minutes.
STRINGER
(Stringer grabs one of the elderly politicians), give me the keys to your car. Now or he’s a dead man.
Malema Shandeka throws the keys at Stringer. Stringer leaves with one of the elderly politicians.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
He’s mine until I leave, I want the rest of my money in my bank account within the next 6 hours or he’s a dead man.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
Not until you give me the box.
STRINGER
Oh yea, the box. It’s in a safe place. No funny business, you and I have a score to settle.
Stringer drags the elderly politician out of Malema Shandeka’s office to a nearby Humvee, throws the politician in the front seat. Speeds away.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Are you involved with this diamond smuggling business?

POLITICIAN
I don’t know what you’re talking about. What diamonds?
STRINGER
You’re pal Malema Shandeka is involved with smuggling diamonds out of your country. Are you telling me you have no idea what I’m talking about?
POLITICIAN
I can assure you, I have not heard of such a thing.
STRINGER
I need safe passage out of this country. I want you to make that happen.
POLITICIAN
What do you need.
STRINGER
Make some phone calls, if you try anything funny you wont’ live to talk about it. I need a private jet to get me out of this hell hole waiting at the airport. Now!
The politician is on the phone, Stringer drives to the airport, there’s a chopper fifty feet from the private jet. They drive to the chopper, six malitia jump out and corner Stringer. Stringer is holding onto the politician, the soldiers stand down, Stringer’s AK47 has their attention. He drags the politician into the chopper, the chopper pilot armed turns to challenge Stringer, Stringer shoots the pilot in the right leg.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Get us the hell out of here, or your a dead man and so is your grey haired friend.
The chopper does a steep climb, Stringer orders him to the nearest commercial airport. An South Africa 747 is on the tarmac loading passengers from a bus. The attendant is about to close the front door before taking off, Stringer orders the chopper pilot to land close to the stairway. Stringer jumps out and runs up the stairs, the doors close. He shows the flight attendant his passport, she takes him to the pilots cockpit. The 747 takes off.
EXT: SOUTH AFRICA - JUNGLE - EARLY MORNING
Malema Shandeka, head of the South Africa’s secret service has requested help from the CIA and MI-5 to retrieve 100 million dollars in diamonds stolen from safe place deep in the South African jungle. Colonel JAMES HACKMAN, a CIA covert operations officer, contacts Stringer. Stringer is contracted to intercept diamond thieves before they are sold to an international jewel thief for pennies on the dollar.
Stringer is scheduled to meet with Shandeka at his private office in Johannesburg to coordinate the operation.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
Mr. Stringer, you come highly recommended. We will pay you handsomely if you recover all of the diamonds.
STRINGER
How will I know they have all of the diamonds.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
They are in a hard metal case made of material even these scoundrels cannot open. Your job is to recover the diamonds and bring back the identification papers of the diamond thieves. For that small mission you will earn a handsome paycheck.
STRINGER
What are we talking about Mr. Shandeka, what kind of money are we talking about?
MALEMA SHANDEKA
If you return with the diamonds, and no not tamper with the merchandise, I can guarantee you $250,000 dollars or your services.

STRINGER
My life is worth more than $250,000 dollars. Let’s make it $750,000 after all I’m risking my precious reputation and my girlfriend would not be happy if I didn’t return.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
$500,000 is my offer.
STRINGER
Let’s do what we call in London pubs an Indian trade. $675,000 dollars and a friendship that will last forever.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
My friend, you drive a hard bargain. An Indian trade? (He laughs loudly) OK my friend, the choppers will be ready or you in 24 hours.
STRINGER
I’ll need High velocity grenades, two MP 5A laser rifles with 8 gun stocks, two body armor suits, 4 glock 17’s and a Roni G1 modified rifle.
MALEMA SHANDEKA
They will be waiting for you within the next 16 hours.
STRINGER
It’s been nice to be doing business with you. Here is my bank account number, please deposit $300,000 before I leave and I’ll collect the rest when I get back. Deal
MALEMA SHANDEKA
Deal (They shake hands)
A camouflaged chopper is weaving in and out of hilltops, skimming across jungle tree lines. Chopper blades become louder. Two well built military snipers hold Kalashnikovs pointed at the jungle floor. Stringer is attending to his partner a German Shepherd.
We see Stringer daydreaming, lost in thought.

FLASHBACK
Stock Desert Storm “Highway of Death” Film of tanks, aircraft, bombing enemy troops withdrawing from Kuwait.
STRINGER (V.O.)
We were not big fans of calling out the hell storm that killed thousands of enemy troops, they had families, but in war there are winners and losers. Our side just happened to be the winners. My team included Johnny Morris, a MI5 strategist, who unraveled the Bin Laden network Service Agency, and kidnaped terrorist Abu Omar. The government accused Morris of planting false through paid informants. They dropped all charges.

EXT. SAUDI DESERT - THE BUNKER - DAY
The Iraqi soldiers in buses, cars, and tanks, Desert Stormin’ their asses back to Hussein in his cushy palace.
STRINGER (VO)
This place is going to look like a fucking shooting gallery in a few minutes. Shit’s about to hit the fan, mates.
MORRIS
Cockroaches, they look like someone gassed the hell out of them.
STRINGER
I’m tired of this desert crap, we’re out’a here.
Coalition bombers deliver vengeance.
Smoke and oil fires darken the desert sky. The Highway of Death is littered with bodies bullet riddled vehicles. Not pretty picture.
FADE OUT.

INT./EXT. NEW YORK - JFK - MORNING

AIRPORT ARRIVAL AREA. Stringer walks briskly through check out lines. Shows his Passport to security. Walks out side of the terminal. An attractive young woman in a black four door Porche Panarama pulls up and waves Stringer into the car.
PAMELA LEE

Glad to meet you Mr. Stringer.
STRINGER
One of the Colonel’s trusted staff?
PAMELA LEE
I hope so. I’m Pamela Lee. How long will you be in town?
STRINGER
A few days. I have business in the UK and have to leave after I meet with the Colonel. How do you fit into this picture?
PAMELA LEE
The Colonel recruited me from Quantico. I’m assigned to make life easy for his staff.
A black four door sedan shadows Stringer’s car.
PAMELA LEE (CONT’D)
I think we have visitors. Don’t turn your head quickly but look at the outside mirror on my car. (She adjusts it so Stringer can view the car following him)
PAMELA LEE (CONT’D)
Do you recognize any of them.
STRINGER
Nope, but I think we should lose them, do you have any ideas.
Pamela Lee suddenly makes a right turn into an alley, speeds down turns right, another right, another right, and is now behind the car that was following Stringer.
Takes out her IPhone and takes a picture. She pulls along side of the black sedan. She rolls down her window and waves to the passenger. Stringer is amused.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Have you ever driven a race car?
PAMELA LEE
No I haven’t. Who do you think they could be?
STRINGER
Not sure, could be anyone.
PAMELA LEE
We’re in the clear, let’s move on.
They arrives in NEW YORK CITY'S financial district. Pamela Lee pulls up to a huge skyscraper.

STRINGER
Thanks for the ride.
PAMELA LEE
Anytime.
She scribbles her private number on the back of her card.
PAMELA LEE (CONT’D)
Don’t forget to call if you have any problems.
STRINGER
You bet.
He exits the car and enters giant glass doors. SECURITY waives him in. He takes an elevator to the Manhattan Import Export the 45th floor.

An attractive young woman enters the elevator on floor 10. She stands in front of Stringer, Stringer is measuring the young lady from head to toe, stopping while he exams her posterior. The woman glances at the mirror in the elevator, catches Stringer looking at her backside, smiles and gets off on the 20th floor.

Stringer arrives at the 40th floor. Walks down to a door marked Manhattan Import and Export. He enters a code number on the wall, the door opens.

A perky KELLY O'DAY, in her early 20's, provocatively dressed in a short, tight skirt, and tight sweater, sits behind a desk.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Kelly you look gorgeous as ever.
KELLY O’DAY
Mr. Stringer, You’re so kind.
STRINGER
Is the Colonel working your fingers to the bone?
KELLY O’DAY
Not at all, so how’s everything with you Stringer?
STRINGER
Spent a few days in the jungle, those planned Safari’s, the Colonel sends me on, always keep me busy.
KELLY O'DAY
(Sexy smile) I'll tell COLONEL HACKMAN your here.

Stringers eyes are glued on the Kelly O'Day’s posterior as she sashay’s down the hall to COLONEL HACKMAN’S office. Her eyes roll up knowing Stringer is ogling her as she walks.
She quietly knocks on a slightly opened door.
KELLY O'DAY (CONT’D)
Stringer’s here.

Colonel Hackman, late 60’s, 6ft and military stature, former CIA specialist, an adviser to the Senate Select Intelligence Committee, sits behind a massive mahogany desk, his three lap tops, are connected to the CIA, Interpol, and Israel’s MOSSAD.
Colonel Hackman shuffles "top secret" papers on his desk.
Kelly O'Day returns to her desk.
KELLY O'DAY (CONT’D)
He'll be with you in a second.
STRINGER
Can I buy you a a drink at later this afternoon?
KELLY O'DAY
That’s not a good idea. I never mix business with pleasure, Stringer. By the way how’s your friend Brigitta?
STRINGER
She sends her best.
Kelly O’Day leads Stringer into Colonel Hackman’s office.
COLONEL HACKMAN
Glances up while moving paperwork on his desk.

I read the report, you made it back safe. Good job. Well almost safe. We've got 17 dead ass holes banging their 72 virgins. MI 5 is pleased with your work. You see this stack of files every known terrorist wants a piece of our ass.
A month ago, City workers found an abandoned backpack along the Presidents route to the United
Nations. Explosives, enough to take out a city block. The FBI lab recovered DNA and fingerprints. This asshole’s a college dropout from Saudi Arabia on a student visa. His name is Aldwasari.
Aldwasari and his terrorist pals are in the process of assembling a suicide vest. His phone’s tapped. We know where he lives. It’s time we shove a bomb up his ass.
Colonel Hackman waves Stringer into his back office. Kelly O’Day is sitting at one end of the conference table taking notes.
HACKMAN
You’ve all met Miss O’Day.
Johnny Morris, former MI5 Intelligence officer, fit, ex-professional rugby player Service surprises Stringer. They haven’t seen each other since Desert Storm. They exchange hugs and fist pumps. They sit at a long conference table. Hackman walks over to a large screen monitor.
STRINGER
What the hell? Morris, man are you part of this?
MORRIS
You old SOB why wouldn’t I be. As soon as I heard you were part of the program, I wouldn’t have missed it in a million years.
STRINGER
How’s that good looking gal you were stuck to?
Colonel Hackman jumps in.
COLONEL HACKMAN
Let’s cut the bullshit. You’re here because I can trust you both to get the job done. We’re raiding a bomb factory. This map shows you a ten block area we’re watching, and we’ve pointed out his apartment. Our mole says he’s here. (Points to a red dot on the map.) We have phone surveillance, and they have no idea when we’re coming.
(points to the map)

They’ll try to escape to a a safe house a few blocks away. We have that place covered. You’ll join forces with the NYPD terrorism unit. With any luck get these assholes alive. We need intel on other plans they have to kill more innocent people.
STRINGER
We’ll need more gear, and firearms. I’ll check in with the PD.
COLONEL HACKMAN
Catching them alive would be our first choice. Remember, they are heavily armed, and will not go down easily. You’ll have plenty of back up. SWAT will brief you on the plan.
STRINGER
What an ugly son of a bitch! Can’t wait to meet this bearded wonder.
Stringer passes the pictures to Morris.
MORRIS
Pretty young to think about virgins. Allah is a busy man these days.
(Looks at the pictures) Virgins, Virgins, Virgins, one good thing, I bet there are no Scottish virgins, unless their nuns, and I’m not too sure about that!
COLONEL HACKMAN
We’re shutting down the metro station around the corner, and a three block area will be cordoned off right before the raid.
STRINGER
And when do you want this ugly bastard eliminated?
COLONEL HACKMAN
You guys get together with NYPD Swat, plan it out and get back to me. We have a couple of days.
STRINGER
Sound good. Time for a drink? Johnny?
The both nod approval. Hackman nod’s his head as the two walk out of the office arms around each other.
COLONEL HACKMAN
Stringer! Not so fast. We have to
talk.
Reluctantly, Stringer walks back to his seat. Morris walks into the lobby chats with Kelly O’Day.
COLONEL HACKMAN (CONT’D)
Scotland Yard tells me that you’re
dealing cocaine from Bolivia. I don't want to know anything about it. I just want it to go away. Got it? You know the Bolivian government runs the cartel. Stop peddling their shit. If Scotland Yard is on it, it can’t be good. It’s your ass! I’ll deny any knowledge, if you’re caught. Now damnit, stop. Got It?
STRINGER
Yes sir!
Stringer passes Kelly O’Day and winks as he walks out of the Colonel’s office with Morris.
Stringer’s phone rings in the elevator.
(Intercut cell phone call from London.) Brigitta, late 20’s, Swedish model, drop dead gorgeous.
BRIGITTA
(On the phone) Your friend, Brian thinks Scotland Yard is checking our flat. Are we in trouble? Stringer, be honest with me.
STRINGER
Just act normal. Go about your daily routine. I’ll meet you in Monaco.

MORRIS
What was that all about mate?
STRINGER
Brigitta’s in a panic. I’ll straighten it out when I get back. So tell me about life after Iraq, old chap.
The begin talking while walking out of the office building.

EXT: NEW YORK - OFFICE BUILDING - NOON
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Don’t look now but I see two blokes checking us out across the street.
MORRIS
Got’em. Let’s find out what they want.
STRINGER
No mate, just let it play out. I’ve got my suspicions, just let it play out.
The two men across the street have taken pictures of Stringer, and Morris as they left the building, they now see that their cover’s been blown, a car pulls up and they speed off.
MORRIS
I got part of a plate. We’ll have to check what the hell their doing here.
Stringer has an idea that the drug cartel is now shadowing his every move.
STRINGER
(Stringer sluffs off the event) We’ve got a lot of catching up to do. Are you ready for lunch, it’s on me.
Stringers cell rings.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Hold on, I’ve got to answer this call. Flag a cab.
Stringers pal in London calls and is very nervous.
BRIAN
Just had a close call. Scotland Yard has us under surveillance, I’m sure. They’ve already contacted Binkley, they want to question him. When are you back, mate?
STRINGER
Don’t know. Stay cool. Make sure you see Brigitta off, chiao.
Stringer’s phone is tapped. He mulls over his options. A black car drives by Stringer, with the two men. Too late to follow.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Cab conversation on way to lunch.

You know we’ve been through hell and back. I trust both of you and since we’ve been a team back in the day, I know you still can appreciate a good assignment. There’s a few bucks in it.
MORRIS
A paid vacation, I love it!
Stringer and Morris are in the SWAT operations room. A captain is pointing at a map of Aldwsari’s neighborhood. He spots Stringer and Morris.
CAPTAIN BRUCE BRADLEY
Before we start, I want you men to meet Nick Stringer and John Morris, they work for the CIA and will take the lead in this mission. As I was saying, we will have all intersections blocked when we make our initial contact with the suspected bombers. Stringer and Morris will spearhead the attack, we will support them to the best of our ability.

Captain Bradley continues pointing out information on the map. 10 of SWAT’s finest take notes.
CAPTAIN BRUCE BRADLEY (CONT’D)
Ok this meeting’s over. There’s more to cover, your SWAT leader will be filling you in on the rest of this mission.
Stringer and Morris begin walking out. Captain Bruce Bradley call them.
CAPTAIN BRUCE BRADLEY (CONT’D)
Stringer, Morris can I have a word.
STRINGER
Sure Captain.
CAPTAIN BRUCE BRADLEY
We don’t want any “fuck ups,” let’s follow protocol, we’re in NY City, there’s lots of reporters that would ream our ass if they think were setting up some type of racial profiling using Muslims as an excuse to create a shitstorm. Now that that’s understood, I was a chopper pilot during the Gulf War. I heard about you two. All of the hocus pocus with those Iraqi soldiers clearing out of Kuwait. I got in on the tail end. Man it was a sight to see.
STRINGER
Glad you enjoyed it Captain.
MORRIS
Yea, blood an guts everywhere. The only thing we didn’t have was a front row seat. You guys flying those choppers had all the fun.
CAPTAIN BRUCE BRADLEY
That chapter is over. Now let’s get the assholes that want to blow up New York City.
Stringer is sitting in his hotel room with Morris discussing the plan of attack on Aldwasari’s apartment.
STRINGER
A little background on this Aldwasari “wank.” He’s been working on killing infidels. He’s a college dropout, and his clan in Pakistan is known for beheadings, and killing fellow Muslims along the way that don’t believe in their version of the prophet.
MORRIS
All that bullshit, the war, thousands of dead bodies, these assholes will never learn. What motivates them to blow up innocent people?
STRINGER
Don’t know, don’t care. Let’s have a drink.
Stringer opens a cabinet above the hotel room corner bar.
MORRIS
Irish whiskey, if there is any?
STRINGER
I think we can make that happen.
Stringer opens a bottle of Dewers. Pours a two healthy glasses.

EXT. NEW YORK SLUM NEIGHBORHOOD - UNMARKED CAR - AFTERNOON
Stringer, Morris, open the trunk of an unmarked police car. They dawn body armor, collect weapons, slip on black ski masks. NYPD units observe two middle eastern males, with heavy backpacks, walking toward an apartment house. They enter.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Be careful, let’s all cover each other.
NYPD is passing out armor vests, smoke bombs, Stringer, Morris stuff the weapons in their vests and belts.
Aldwasari is busy supervising how the explosive will fit in the suicide vest. His workers are busy mixing and matching the powders, nails, bolts that will be part of the explosive charge when the vest is detonated.
ALDWASARI
Looks at one of the bomb makers. Admonishes him for hooking two wire the wrong way.

My friend, you will get us all blown up if you don’t pay attention. This is the way you hook the wires.
Aldwasari takes a long nose gripping tool and shows the young bomb maker tricks of the trade.
The NYPD SWAT team leader stretches a map over the hood of one of the squad cars.
SWAT LEADER
Addressing four other men decked out in armor plated vests.
The SWAT TEAM is standing by. Stringer and company guns drawn, move toward the main entry. Stringer signals Morris to listen for movement. They move quietly up to the front door.
They enter the building, weapons drawn.

Stringer, half way down the hall, hears something, busts through a door, a young couple, half naked on the couch, having sex. They look up in shock.
STRINGER
He bud, looks like you need some help. I’ll be back shortly.

Half naked, they grab their clothes, Stringer waves them out of the building. The other tenants are being escorted out of the building led to a safe area beyond the expected war zone.
ALDWASARI
What’s that? Move it, protect your selves, we’re under attack.

A door across the hall creaks open. Stringer whirls, goes full force through the door, with Morris right behind. A terrorist picks up an AK 47. It jams. Stringer ducks, levels his Ruger, and pulls the trigger.
STRINGER
Your virgins are waiting.
MORRIS
These ugly bastards will never get laid. (looks down at the dead terrorist)

A sound of windows being shattered in the back bedroom is heard. Two terrorists, run up the fire escape. Morris spins and kicks, as another escapes. Windows in the apartment are blown out and shattered. Chaos.

Aldwasari emerges wearing a suicide vest. He pulls a chord. Stringer hits the floor. Nothing happens. Aldwasari frantically tries the chord again. Stringer jumps Aldwasari, puts him in a choke hold, slams him to the floor. He’s led out in handcuffs to a police van.

SWAT collects evidence, and takes everyone left, into custody. The building is engulfed in flames. Fire trucks arrive, small explosions are heard.

Two bomb experts approach the black van parked in front of the apartment They open the door. Suicide vests, bomb making equipment, and a ticking bomb are hidden under tarps. They remove the bomb, place it on a drone and a NYPD drone pilot fly’s it to New York Harbor. The bomb explodes as the drone hits the water. The apartment building is pulverized, the tenants stand outside wondering what just happened.
STRINGER
Time for a drink.

INT. NEW YORK - LOMBARDO’S - NOON
They arrive at Lombardo’s Restaurant. Stringer answers his cell. He motions Morris to go inside. Brigitta gives him an update. Two suspicious characters are chatting across the street, Stringer suspects either Scotland Yard or Bolivians.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Are you OK?
BRIGITTA
I’m starting to panic here. It seems like we’re being watched. I don’t know what to expect. Brian says everything's OK, when are you coming back?
STRINGER
It's all fine. I’ll be on the next flight out of here. Don’t worry! All will be well! I’ll see you in Monaco.

INT. BROOKLYN - LOMBARDO’S - AFTERNOON
Stringer motions for Morris to enter Lombardo's. Stringer right behind them. Bartender, TOMMY RUSSO, motions them to the bar.
TOMMY
Hey Stringer, I haven't seen you in months. What's up dude?

They shake hands, and hug. Tommy is 6 feet tall, thin, wearing a white shirt, black tie, in his mid 40’s.
STRINGER
Tommy, you old cock knocker, you look good in men's clothes.

Good banter among pals.
TOMMY
Stringer, how did you make out on the morals charge?
STRINGER
Your sister wouldn't testify! Remember? (Pause)
Meet my pal Morris.

Tommy shakes hands over the bar.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
How about a bottle of your best wine.
TOMMY
A bottle of 96 Brunello coming up.

Tommy serves up two wine glasses and a bottle of BRUNELLO. Tommy pours a taste, they sniff and approve. Tommy pours. He leads them to a back booth.
TOMMY (CONT’D)
Morris is looking at pictures of Aldwasari.
MORRIS
How do these dirt bags get into our country. They could strike anywhere.
STRINGER
Reminds me of the time we were in Iraq after the war sitting in an outside cafe.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
If you remember, it went off in his hand. Luckily no one was hurt.
MORRIS
Yea, he visited Allah in a thousand pieces.
STRINGER
The virgins weren’t to happy with that guy.
TOMMY
Anthony will wave us in when he’s ready.
MORRIS
Did Stringer ever tell you about the time he had three of the most beautiful women in the back booth doing things that we would all get arrested for today.
STRINGER
Those days are history lad. Back in the old day’s we called it the #methree movement.
MORRIS
(A sarcastic tone) Tell us about it Mr. Stringer.
STRINGER
We’ll mates we’ll save that story for another time.
Tommy sees Anthony waving a napkin above the swinging kitchen doors. Inviting them into his famous culinary laboratory.
TOMMY
The boss is ready for you tough guys.
Tommy leads them through the restaurant, they enter the kitchen through the swinging doors. Stringer’s old friend, CHEF ANTHONY, bear hugs Stringer. Anthony is in his mid 50’s, 5 feet 5, portly, wearing a chef’s hat, and white cooking jacket.
STRINGER
Anthony, goombah, how's the family?
ANTHONY
Goombah yourself, you look good. When is the last time I saw you?
STRINGER
Too long. Meet Johnny Morris.

Anthony waves the trio to a table, set up in the middle of the kitchen. White table cloth, silverware, plates, lit candle, and a bottle of wine await them.
ANTHONY
This table is set up for my special friends. Take a seat.
Hey Morris, I've got a niece that's looking for a nice boy. She's my favorite, if you know what I'm talking about,
Gesture’s a shapely body.
STRINGER
Let's go for it!

Anthony serves up a combo of OSO BUKO, PEPPERDELLE, and a loaf of Italian bread. They pour the wine.
ANTHONY
This Papperdelle was inspired with my mother’s beautiful hands, God rest her soul.
STRINGER
Anthony tell them the story about you mum in Las Vegas.
ANTHONY
If she was alive she would kill me.
MORRIS
Ah, come on.
ANTHONY
If you insist.
ANTHONY (CONT’D)
A couple of years before by dear mother died, she went to Las Vegas with a couple of her old friends. After playing the slots, she was tired, went up to her room, and found this couple making love on her bed. She told me Anthony, they were doing things on that bed that don’t even exist. She said my son, If your father was alive, oh if your father was alive, he probably would have jumped in bed with the two of them. Me I just watched.

Anthony kisses his bunched fingers and points to the ceiling. He makes the sign of the cross.
Stringer nods approval. The food arrives on the Chefs Table.
STRINGER
All of this for us? I owe you big time.
Anthony sits at the head of the Chefs Table.
ANTHONY
Please, lets all be grateful for this feast. (The all hold hands, heads bowed)
STRINGER
(Stinger breaks the silence)What do you think so far?

Lunch is served. Stringer, Morris, toast Anthony with a standing ovation.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Five minute warning. We have planes to catch.

EXT. LOMBARDO’S - AFTERNOON

Stringer, Morris, leave in a waiting cab. The two men in sunglasses are sitting on a bus bench across the street following Stringer’s moves.

EXT./INT. NEW YORK - CAB - AFTERNOON
Stringer gets a text from Tommy.
TOMMY TEXT MESSAGE
We have to talk, Anthony’s got the mob on his ass.
STRINGER
Cabbie, back to Lombardo’s.
MORRIS
We have a plane to catch in two hours.
STRINGER
The mob is putting the squeeze on Anthony. You guys can leave. I've got unfinished business.
Stringer’s in a panic mode, leave or stay.
MORRIS
You're shitting me!
Morris reaches behind the seat, and pulls out a bottle of JACK DANIELS. They all swig. Everyone is happy.

INT. LOMBARDO’S - AFTERNOON
Stringer, Morris, return to Lombardo’s. They’re seated in a back booth with Tommy. Lombardo’s is quiet.
TOMMY
Anthony will kill me for this. He doesn’t want anyone to know. We've got some big problems with the Mob. These assholes are all over the place. That’s not bullshit.
TOMMY (CONT’D)
No, things have changed. The Albanians and the Russians have taken over.
STRINGER
What about the Latin Kings? I thought they were the bad asses.
TOMMY
The Latin Kings are history. It’s the Albanians that are killing us. Drugs, home invasion, stickups! Now they’re putting the arm on Anthony for protection. See that ugly bastard sitting with the blond at the bar? We call him Shrek. One of their thugs.
Morris moves to the bar and sits next to Shrek. He orders a tall glass of scotch and soda. Shrek’s blond girlfriend starts flirting with Morris. Shrek is irritated, he grabs the girls face with one hand and squeezes her cheeks, she’s hurt, Morris spills his drink on Shrek’s lap.
SHREK
You asshole, what’s your problem?
SHREK (CONT’D)
I’ll show you what respect is.
He takes a whack at Morris, misses, Morris head buts Shrek. Shrek falls to the floor, his blond girlfriend, helps him out while looking at Morris with an admiring glance. She escorts Shrek outside to a waiting cab. Morris walks back to the booth.
TOMMY
We’ll let the games begin.
STRINGER
If those assholes are messing with Anthony, I'll cut their nuts off.
TOMMY
The Albanian gang wants $5000 a week. Anthony doesn’t have that kind of money.
STRINGER
Where do we find them?
TOMMY
They have a shit hole night club right outside Brighton Beach. It's called Ruski’s. Hookers, drug dealers, you name it.
Tommy look at the bar and he recognizes one of the Albanian bag men that’s waiting for Anthony.
TOMMY (CONT’D)
Check that heavy set guy sitting at the bar with that Albanian hooker.
Stringer’s table is all eyes.
TOMMY (CONT’D)
He’s waiting for Anthony. Blood money that’s what he wants. They want $5000 a week or they’ll burn this place down.
MORRIS
Well, gentlemen, I think we can put an end to that immediately.
Morris get out of the booth headed for Shrek. Stringer holds him back,
STRINGER
I've got better idea, my pal, Noodge, was an enforcer with the Latin Kings. Maybe we can use him to get to his boss.
Noodge is gay. Early 40’s. A flamboyant dresser.
TOMMY
Isn't Noodge the head of the Baby Cajone's. I’m telling you, if Anthony knows we’re talking about this he’ll fire my ass!
MORRIS
The Baby Cajone's?
TOMMY
Yep, The Baby Cajone’s. How things have changed. I heard, the Latin Kings got into a beef with Noodge. He wouldn't ball these three hookers for a porno flick. They wouldn’t pay him enough. They weren't his type. Noodge plays both sides. Guess you could call him a switch hitter. He’s in it for the bucks.
Tommy pauses, sips on his drink.
TOMMY (CONT’D)
Noodge picked up his marbles and started his own gang. He called them, the Baby Cajone’s. Funny thing, gangs have colors. The Baby Cajone's color is pink, the color of "pussy." Go figure. You guys want another drink?
They laugh. Tommy flags down a waiter, waves to the trio.
TOMMY (CONT’D)
What do you guys want?
MORRIS
I’ve got our good friend, Jack, here.
JACK DANIELS makes another appearance.
STRINGER
That sounds good to me.
Morris lifts the bottle for a toast.
MORRIS
This is to the Baby Cajone's and Pussy, especially pussy!
STRINGER
One of my old pals from the Marine Corps can help us welcome the Albanians. He spent some time in England on loan from Marine intelligence.

They leave Lombardo’s with the same cab driver.

EXT. BROOKLYN - JERRY'S HARDWARE - LATE AFTERNOON
JERRY, 6ft., grey hair, good shape, former NAVY SEAL. They arrive. Jerry greets Stringer. The hardware store is empty.
JERRY
Stringer, what are you doing in this part of town?.
STRINGER
We’re having a surprise party for a few friends tonight at Ruski’s. We need to send a message to an Albanian gang. Something that gets their attention?

Jerry leads them into a back room. He opens a cabinet full of plastic explosives.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Screw the Queen! There's enough firepower here to blow up the Brooklyn Bridge!
JERRY
These babies are guaranteed to get their attention. Alarms, sprinklers. It should be a sight to behold!

They place the fireworks in a duffel bag. They’re out of there.
EXT. BROOKLYN - JERRY'S HARDWARE - AFTERNOON
Their cab is waiting.
CABBIE
Where to, boss?
STRINGER
Ruski's west side.

EXT./INT. BROOKLYN - RUSKI'S - AFTERNOON
Seedy part of Brooklyn, heart of illegal gambling, hookers and drugs. Stringer, Morris, enter Ruski’s. A naked, portly young woman dances to exotic music on stage.
Two inebriated portly men are in the front row. Morris sits next to the stage. He hides fireworks under the stage.
Morris leaves the stage area and joins Stringer at the bar.
BARTENDER
What would you like? (Heavy Albanian accent with an attitude)
STRINGER
I'll have a shot of your best tequila.

The bartender turns, grabs a bottle of tequila, pours a shot, and slides it over to Stringer. He takes a sip and spits it out.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
This is shit. I said your best tequila!

Pounds the shot glass on the bar.
BARTENDER
Hey dude, if you don't like it, get the fuck out of here.
Bartender motions to the bouncer, the two older men sit at the stage glued to the dancer. They tease her with five dollars bills.
The bartender gets their attention. Motions them to the rest room to collect weapons. Morris follows.
One man is in a stall on a toilet seat reaching into the ceiling air duct covering the Air Conditioning unit. He pulls out an AK 47.
He opens the stall, Morris kicks him into the back of stall. The water tank is smashed, water shooting everywhere.
The other man misses with a punch to Morris’s head. Morris throws him into a stall, the partitions fold like a house of cards.
Morris grabs the two drunks. Knocks them into the two urinals. The third bouncer joins them in the third urinal.
The bartender hears commotion, he walks from behind the bar with a crowbar.
STRINGER
I wouldn't do that, Dude! (Mocking the bartender’s accent)
Stringer grabs his shot glass. He throws a high fastball at the bartenders’s forehead, direct hit, blood everywhere!
The three men lay slumped over in three urinals. Morris looks into the mirror, cleans up, leave. Stringer meets Morris at the front door.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
What took you so long?
Their cab is waiting.
CABBIE
Mr. Jack Daniels has been waiting.
The cabbie give the bottle to Stringer sitting shotgun, he takes a swig, and passes on to Morris.

During the cab ride, Stringer calls Noodge, the head of the Baby Cajone’s.
STRINGER
Into his cell phone
This is Stringer, hey Noodge, I need your Homeboys tonight.
NOODGE
Intercut into cell phone

Stringer man, what's happening? Are you still doing that spy shit?
STRINGER
Intercut into cell phone.

Noodge, you know I love you brother we'll talk next time I'm in town.
NOODGE
Is this a "freebie" or can we make some pimp money?
STRINGER
My man, you show up at midnight, and you will hit the jackpot.
NOODGE
You got it, my brother!
STRINGER
Hey Noodge why did you change your colors to pink? You’re the man Noodge. I'll text you with the details, peace.
NOODGE
Ah man, I thought you would ask me that question.
STRINGER
Hey Noodge, later.
STRINGER TEXTS NOODGE
“Hit the Jackpot at RUSKI'S.
Fireworks, play in the dark, you'll have about 15 minutes to collect and disperse.
Midnight, Be there."
STRINGER’S favorite cab driver arrives.
STRINGER
Where to? Ruski's west side.
EXT. BRIGHTON BEACH - RUSKI'S ALLEY - AFTERNOON
Stringer, Morris, walk in the alley behind Ruski’s. They attach radio controlled explosives onto the box. Morris, writes a note and tapes it to the back door.
NOTE
"Don't Fuck With the Baby Cajones."
Cab ride to the airport. Before midnight, the Baby Cajones are wearing pink ski masks cruising around Ruski’s, waiting for the signal.
INT. JFK - TICKET COUNTER - MIDNIGHT
Stringer, Morris rush through JFK security. Stringer checks his watch. He dials. It’s Show Time. RUSKI'S lights up like the Fourth of July. They board different planes; Morris back to Los Angeles, Stringer to Nice then to Monte Carlo.
INT. BROOKLYN - RUSKI'S - EVENING
The Baby Cajones move in, exploding fireworks everywhere. Sprinklers are set off, they steal everything in site. Mayhem! Ruski’s customers are in panic.
EXT. BRIGHTON BEACH - RUSKI'S - EVENING
The Baby Cajones pack and screech off into the darkness. Police and fire trucks, sirens wailing, speed toward Ruski’s passing the Baby Cajones. The two Bouncers read the note on the back door, rip it off and crumple it.
BOUNCERS
Shit!

> Episode 2
“Legends”

INT: LONDON -HEATHROW - MORNING
The Bolivian drug cartel and Scotland Yard have eyes on Stringer as he returns to London on British Air. Stringer ducks the surveillance camera rushes down the emergency exit of the passenger tunnel. A cartel hitman dressed like a service employee pushing a cart with mops and hidden weapons approaches Stringer.
Stringer’s feels the heat, pushes the hitman into a corner of a nearby ladies room, women are shocked to see two men, the hitman reaches for his weapon, Stringer slings it out of his hand and puts a bullet in the Bolivian hitman. Women run out screaming. Stringer sneaks out and heads for an employee locker room and calls Brian on his cell phone.
STRINGER
I’m in London. Meet me later. Are you being watched?
BRIAN
(looks out the window) I see a car down the street, I’ll leave through the back, where can I pick you up.
STRINGER
I’ll be at the usual point. (Aware that Scotland Yard may be monitoring the call).
SCOTLAND YARD INVESTIGTOR 1
(In his office, he sees a message on his phone from operations)
He calls for backup to intercept Stringer at the Airport.
SCOTLAND YARD INVESTIGATOR 2
(Walks into Investigator one’s office) Let’s get a move on mate!
They speed to Heathrow, looking for Stringer.
SCOTLAND YARD INVESTIGTOR 1
(Inside their car, they’re driving slowly through the different terminals) Do you see anything.
SCOTLAND YARD INVESTIGATOR 2
No. He could be anywhere.
Stringer is waiting along side one of the baggage handlers at the Ryan Air terminal. Stringer recognizes Scotland Yard’s investigators driving slowly down through the baggage terminal. Stringer bumps into a grandmotherly looking lady, he puts his arms around her with his back facing the Scotland Yard investigators driving by,
GRANDMA
Do I know you.
STRINGER
You look like my long lost grandmother.
GRANDMA
I do. What’s your name young man?
STRINGER
(While hugging her Stringer whispers in her ear) I’m your long lost lover don’t you recognize me?
GRANDMA
Young man, you have the wrong woman. (Grandma looks pleased)
The Investigators have driven by. Brian has pulled up in front of Grandma and Stringer.
BRIAN
Good to see you mate. Scotland Yard is all over the place. It’s tough to do business with them looking over your shoulder every time you try to make contacts.
STRINGER
How’s Brigitta.
BRIAN
Very nervous. I put her on a private jet to Nice.
STRINGER
Thank’s bro, you’re a true friend.
BRIAN
I suspect they have us on camera’s making deposits, handing off packages, I think someone at Headquarters is working for the Drug Cartel. Just guessing, they must know we’re moving stuff around, but they can’t make it stick. Yet.
STRINGER
Would like to know who that asshole is.
Investigators are still driving around the airport looking for Stringer.
SCOTLAND YARD INVESTIGTOR 1
He’s a sly bastard. (Looking out his passenger window)
Inside a Scotland Yard back office. The mole Agent Robert Doyle is talking to his Bolivian cartel connection on a private line.
DOYLE
I’m trying to find out where the deliveries are going.
BOLIVIAN CONTACT
I’m losing trust in your ability to work with us. My people want you to recover our merchandise and dispose of Mr. Stringer as soon as possible.
DOYLE
I’m trying my best. My men are out searching for him right now.
BOLIVIAN CONTACT
I don’t care to hear any more excuses. We need results not bullshit. (He hangs up)

EXT: OUTSIDE LONDON - TURNBERRY AIRFIELD - NIGHT
Charter flights are arriving and ferrying merchandise into warehouses. Brian picks up Stringer they drive for an hour to an old airfield outside of London. Owned by another race car driver Truby Sartino. The airfield is used to test Formula One cars. Mobile Airlines ships Formula One cars to different tracks around the world. A plane just arrived with Stringer’s Formula One cars. They’re unloaded and towed to a nearby hanger.
INT: OUTSIDE LONDON - TURNBERRY HANGER - NIGHT
Planes are crowded into a large hanger. Mobile Air’s plane is unloaded with three Formula One cars.
BRIAN,
We shouldn’t have a problem with this shipment. The Yard is watching Keegan. Let’s keep the packages in the wheels until we find a safe place.
STRINGER
I’m headed to Legends tonight, we’ll talk to Douglas and see if he has any ideas.
BRIAN
Some weird fellows have been cruising the neighborhood, I’m sure their not Scotland Yard. They cruise by your flat, slow down, take pictures and take off.
Stringer suspects the Bolivian cartel is staking out his flat.
STRINGER
(phone call to Brigitta) I’m in London. I’ll be in Nice late tomorrow.
BRIGITTA
I expected you yesterday. What happened?
STRINGER
Unexpected business, I’ll tell you later.
BRIGITTA
Be safe. I love you.
INT: LOS ANGELES - MARRIOTT HOTEL - AFTERNOON
Late afternoon, Johnny Morris is in Los Angeles in bed with his girlfriend Sandi. The phone rings.
STRINGER
How soon can you get a flight to London?
MORRIS
I’m on the next flight.
STRINGER
The usual pick up spot.
MORRIS
Got it mate.
SANDI
Can you tell me what’s happening?
MORRIS
It’s a long story. (He get’s up to make reservations) Hello when is your first flight out to London?
BRITISH AIR
Sir we have one leaving in at 6am but it’s full.

MORRIS
Fuck me!
BRITISH AIR RESERVATION DESK
What was that sir?.
MORRIS
Sorry, I just spilled coffee on my lap.
BRITISH AIR
If you want sir, I can put you on stand by.
MORRIS
Good idea. I’ll be there.
BRITISH AIR
Check in at the counter, we’ll see what we can do.
Morris jumps back in bed. Let the games begin. Later Morris arrives at British Air Terminal. He’s second on the standby list.
BRITISH AIR COUNTER ATTENDANT
(Morris is standing in front of an attractive young British Air attendant) Sir can I help you.
MORRIS
I’m here to catch a fight to London.
BRITISH AIR COUNTER ATTENDANT
You are second on standby, we have a full flight.
MORRIS
Can you point out the person in front of me.
BRITISH AIR COUNTER ATTENDANT
I’m sorry sir, that’s against rules.
Morris slips a $100 dollar bill in front of the attendant.
MORRIS
(She points to a young college student sitting next to his back pack). Hey bud do you mind if I sit next to you.
YOUNG MAN
No, it’s all yours dude!
MORRIS
Where are you headed?
YOUNG MAN
London.
MORRIS
I’ve got a proposition for you.

YOUNG MAN
I’m all ears.
MORRIS
(Morris takes out a $100 dollar bill) I have to be in London for a very important meeting later today.
YOUNG MAN
Are you trying to bribe me man?
MORRIS
Just thought you could use some extra cash.
YOUNG MAN
How many of those do you have?
MORRIS
Three.
YOUNG MAN
Deal!
MORRIS
Morris is in the boarding tunnel waiting to be seated. He bribes the Attendant with $100 dollars, and is now in First Class. Looks at his cell phone.
MESSAGE
Meet me at Legends at 10pm.
INT: LONDON - BOLIVIAN OFFICIALS - NIGHT
Two men, dressed in casual attire, are shadowing Stringer. Stringer enters Legends. Sees Brian and the owner Doug. A band is playing rock-n-roll.
BRIAN
Things are moving pretty fast.
Douglas owns Legends. He’s in his early 40’s, with dark hair, with a flair. Stringer and Douglas are on the same page. The cocaine will be taken to a safe place.
STRINGER
What are you drinking? What can I get you?
BRIAN
Water for now. I’m very nervous.
See those men near the front door. I think I’ve seen them before.
A cab pulls up in front of Legends Morris exits. Scans the room and spots Stringer. Stinger motions Morris to look at the two men he’s standing next to at the bar.
Stringer looks at Brian. They agree, somethings up. Douglas leaves the booth and approaches the two men. The owner of the bar confronts the two men. Morris is standing near by. Morris standing behind the men sees what appears to be a gun in each one of the Bolivians back belt under their jacket.
Morris signals Douglas that the two men are packing.

DOUGLAS
Can I interest you chaps in a drink?
Brian is standing next to Douglas.
BOLIVIAN
(Heavy accent) No, we are tourists, and have heard very nice things about your establishment.
DOUGLAS
We don’t allow fire arms in my club. Someone could get hurt.This bar is a gun free zone.
BOLIVIAN
Firearms?
DOUGLAS
You heard me. Morris my doorman will relieve you of your hardware.
Morris unpacks the firearms.
Douglas signals a waitress to come over and serve the two Bolivians.
WAITRESS
Gentlemen, what would you like?
BOLIVIAN
(getting nervous) We are leaving now. (He looks at Morris) You’ll pay for this.
MORRIS
Go fuck yourself!
The Bolivians leave in a waiting car.
Morris and Brian and Douglas return to the booth.
STRINGER
I’m glad you’re here mate. What can I get you.
MORRIS
I’m a little drowsy, could use a shot of Tequilla.
DOUGLAS
(Flags a waitress) Get my friend a Petrone.
MORRIS
What’s on tap Mr. Stringer?
STRINGER
Are you still with Sandi?
MORRIS
She was sorry to see me leave. I guess you could say we were stuck together when you called.
STRINGER
You’ve got a way with words.
BRIAN
Stuck together? (Wondering, embarrassed) Oh I get it. (Blushing)

INT: LONDON - HEATHROW - BRITISH AIR ARRIVALS
Two Scotland Yard detectives assigned to keep tabs on Stringer come up empty. They report to their superiors.
Airport security cameras lose track of Stringer, after he enters the British Air passenger tunnel.
EXT. MONACO HARBOR- THE BACK WALL - YACHT - DAY
Stringer lies on a chaise next to Brigitta. She lies, topless, on a mat.
Stringer sets a drink beside her, and toasts her. Brigitta looks at Stringer concerned.
BRIGITTA
Are we in trouble? Your friend,
Brian, seems worried. Is there
anything you want to tell me?
Stringer turns his head, sips his drink, thinks for a few seconds.
STRINGER
Nothing you have to worry about.
Brigitta strokes Stringer’s arm.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Hey, Hey, hey, You keep that up and
I’ll have to take you down stairs
for a spanking.
BRIGITTA
Brigitta’s face lights.
You naughty boy. What
will the neighbors say?
Stringer, walks down the ladder, refills their drinks, puts a tube of suntan lotion between his teeth, climbs back up a glass in each hand, Stringer kisses her on the neck.
BRIGITTA (CONT’D)
A little lower.
He lifts the blonde hair from her neck and kisses the center of her back works his way to her bikini bottom.
BRIGITTA (CONT’D)
I think we should move this massage to the front cabin. I’m ready for my spanking.
STRINGER
You're reading my mind.
Stringer cell phone.
COLONEL HACKMAN MESSAGE
"Hope life is good,"
Stringer gives Brigitta a thumbs up.
COLONEL HACKMAN MESSAGE (CONT’D)
“Be at the CAFE DE PARIS at 11
tomorrow."
Stringer, Brigitta puts her top on, moves down the ladder. Brigitta steps down, Stringer behind the ladder sticks his arm through the rungs.
SCOTLAND YARD INVESTIGTOR 1
Binoculars focused on Brigitta’s back.
I must say Stringer knows how to treat his women.
Investigator 2 picks with binoculars joins in the peep show.
Stringer lifts up Brigitta’s top and kisses each breast. Stringer sees a reflection over Brigitta’s shoulder. Scotland Yard surveillance.
BRIGITTA
I'll be in the front cabin waiting.
STRINGER
Copy that.
Stringer picks up a sharp hammer, and walks to the dock where the flash originated. He sees monitors and lap tops, and a camera, on the front deck aimed at Arrows. Then he punctures a hole under the waterline. Then walks back to Arrows.
INT. INSIDE THE CABIN - EVENING
He enters the bath adjacent to the cabin and checks out his hair, breathes into his hand for a breath check, walks into the cabin, and slides into bed with Brigitta.
BRIGITTA
Stringer, what took you so long?
Stringer slides under the covers.
STRINGER
Are you ready for a bedtime story?
BRIGITTA
A bedtime story?
STRINGER
One day Little Red Riding Hood was walking to her grandmother's house.
Stringer walks his fingers, under the covers, from one of Brigitta’s shoulders to the other.

She knocks on the door, but all she hears are screams. So she throws open the door and sees the big bad wolf and her grandmother in bed.
BRIGITTA
What kind of bedtime story is this?
Stringer takes his fingers and signals quiet. Stringer ducks under the covers, headed to forbidden territory, you know the rest.
EXT. MONTE CARLO - MORNING
In bed, Stringer looks at his cell. It's 9:30 am. Morris leaves a message that their plane was late, and he’ll arrive before noon.
Stringer kisses Brigitta on the cheek.
STRINGER
Hey gorgeous I'll make some
coffee. w
We've gotta get moving.
Morris will be here before noon.
BRIGITTA
Honey, you kept me up all night.
just a few more minutes.
Stringer nibbles her ear, while fondling her under the sheets.
STRINGER
Take all the time you need.
Stringer walks to the rear of ARROWS and the mysterious men (Scotland Yard) are bailing the yacht. The yacht slowly sinks.
EXT: MONACO HARBOR - ARROWS - NOON
Morris’ plane lands in Nice from the U.S. with girlfriend Sandi, 5'7" Brunet, shapely. Morris and Sandi are ready to party in MONTE CARLO.
Limo to Monte Carlo.
STRINGER
Sandi, you look beautiful as ever.
SANDI
Stringer, you are quite the bull-shitter. Where’s Brigitta?
STRINGER
Brigitta’s down below someplace.
We have to meet GINO at the CAFE DE PARIS in a hour.
Brigitta and Sandi hug, and Brigitta takes Sandi below while chatting about their clothes.
MORRIS
Observes a sinking yacht in the next row.
Those chaps seem a little fucked up.
STRINGER
No shit! Must have had a little accident. Drink?
MORRIS
I'll have a shot of Petron!
They move to the upper deck.
MORRIS (CONT’D)
How's business in South America?
STRINGER
Gets tougher and tougher every
year. It's like "making chicken
salad out of chicken shit."
MORRIS
I'm here for you buddy. I hope
you're keeping your nose clean, my
man. Need help, I'm here for you. Let’s have a toast.
STRINGER
I can handle it. You know, the
Yanks have a lot on their plate
with all this terrorist bullshit. I
guess Hackman thinks we can wipe
out all of these assholes. If we can help kill these bastards and make money doing it, he's got my ass for as long as he needs it!
MORRIS
I'm in.
Brigitta and Sandi make it to topside. They all leave Arrows and enter a waiting limo.
STRINGER
We'll talk later.
INT. MONACO - LIMO - MORNING
Champagne in the limo.
INT. MONACO - LIMO - LATE MORNING
STRINGER
Let’s have a toast, raise your glasses, here’s to Little Red Riding Hood’s Grandmother.
They toast. Brigitta has a big smile.
CAFE DE PARIS - MONACO - NOON
The arrive at the front of CAFE DE PARIS. GINO, the MANAGER, greets them. Standing in the bright sunlight, Gino escorts them to their table.
GINO
Ah, bon giorno, MR. Stringer! Once again you grace me with your presence. Allow me to seat you at your regular table.
They sit down at their favorite outdoor patio table, courtesy of Gino. Stringer thanks Gino, slipping a 50 Euro note into Gino’s pocket.
(Stringer wraps his arm around Gino as they walk to the table.)
GINO (CONT’D)
A chilled bottle of Dom Perignon is
on its way.
STRINGER
Gino, two orders of your famous
prawns and oysters?
GINO
Coming right up.
Brigitta and Sandi leave the table and walk to the ladies room. Cafe patrons focus on Brigitta and Sandi, as they strut by.
Stringer reads the note from Colonel Hackman, and gives the note to Morris. Brigitta and Sandi are back. Stringer looks over Brigitta’s shoulder, looking past the fountain in front of the HOTEL DE PARIS.
Stringer sees two suspicious large men, wearing dark suits and sunglasses, glancing over at his table. The Bolivian cartel is shadowing Stringer.
Ferrari's are displayed at the front of Hotel De Paris. Banners promoting a jewelers convention hang from the Hotel entrance. Stringer sees two tall suspicious looking blondes, in heels, entering the front of the Hotel. Very odd.
A black Mercedes van is parked at the side of the hotel. Stringer and Morris excuse themselves, rush to the entrance of the Hotel de Paris.
The two blondes leave and rush to the van. As the side door opens, they jump in with two suitcases.
The van burns rubber, backs out, and almost runs over Stringer and Morris.
A shapely model is in the front seat of a red Testa Rosa, eye candy for Ferrari buyers. Stringer opens the door, whispers in her ear, gently escorts her out of the car. Morris hops into the passenger seat and the chase begins.
EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - AFTERNOON
Stringer is now in pursuit. The van is racing down the main street in Monaco headed for the AUTO STRADA.
EXT. HOTEL DE PARIS - AFTERNOON
POLICE sirens whaling, arrive at the Hotel De Paris. Hotel Management report the details.
TWO POLICE CARS screech off to chase Stringer, Morris, and the van. The AUTO STRADA is packed with weekend traffic. The van, makes a quick exit off the AUTO STRADA. Stringer misses the off ramp.
Morris points to the van traveling on a side street parallel to the AUTO STRADA. The van makes a right turn into a side street.
Stringer, more than 100 yards past the off ramp, with tires burning, does a 180 degree turn and heads back, into on coming traffic, down the right shoulder, to the off ramp.
Police cars speed by the FERRARI, spin around on the Freeway.
Stringer and Morris follow the route of the van, slowing to the side street behind the van.
Stringer opens the side door. A scantily clad young woman is tied with hands behind her back, with a scarf in her mouth. Inside the van are blonde wigs and womens’ clothing. No jewel thieves.
The police are too close for comfort. Stringer and Morris speed back to the Cafe De Paris.
INT: CAFE DE PARIS - LIMO
SANDI
Where have you naughty boys been?
STRINGER
You saw that beautiful FERRARI in
front of the Hotel? We took it for a test drive.
Their limo is waiting. They head Back to Monaco.
INT:/EXT: MONACO - ARROWS YACHT - NIGHT
A limo waits for Stringer, Morris and the two girls. They take off to the Jimmy’z Sporting Night Club.
STRINGER
We have to make one stop. Driver takes us to the Arrows Race Team garage.
They pull up. Stringer gets out opens the side door to the small warehouse, looking for the tires from South America. He uncovers two tires, removes four large bags, and locks them in his locker. He joins Morris, Brigitta, and Sandi in the limo.
Jimmy’z Night Club is packed with race fans. Stringer searches for an empty spot at the bar. The two Scotland Yard investigators are huddled in a corner, looking for Stringer. Stringer flags the manager. They huddle.
The manager and two bouncers approach the investigators.
MANAGER
Can I see some type of identification?
The investigators are annoyed that they are targets. They do not cooperate.
MANAGER (CONT’D)
My men will show you out.
The two investigators are escorted out.
INVESTIGATOR ONE
We’re investigating one of your patrons. We’re with Scotland Yard.
MANAGER
Can I see your identification?
The investigator pulls out his ID his weapon falls to the floor.
INVESTIGATOR ONE
Wait, I have it right here.
MANAGER
That’s it, you will have to leave right now. We don’t allow weapons in our establishment. My men will show you out, please no trouble or I will have to call the authorities.
The two Investigators leave are escorted out. Stringer gives them the thumbs up.
INT. MIAMI - MIAMI AIRPORT - AFTERNOON
Stringer walks out of an airplane connector in MIAMI, continues through the airport, stopping at a newspaper stand. He buys a newspaper and checks the headlines.
NEWSPAPER HEADLINE
SUICIDE BOMBER KILLS 125 IN BAGHDAD!
Disgusted with the headline, Stringer throws the paper into the trash. He jumps in cab gives the driver the address of his destination.
They arrive. A black SUV approaches. Stringer jumps in. The DRIVER is one of Stringer’s old vets from Iraq.
SARGE
Stringer, you look good old buddy!
Trip OK?
STRINGER
Yea Sarge, good to see you again. What's the game plan?
SARGE
The ass hole's sedated in the back
compartment. We flew him in from
Gitmo. We need to get his ass out
of the country ASAP!
Sarge opens the back compartment. Stringer recognizes Aldwasari.
SARGE (CONT’D)
He's Saudi. The Colonel says he
briefed you on this scum bag.
Looks like someone you want to take
home to family! How's that Swedish gal you hooked-up with? Still waiting for her
sisters phone number.
STRINGER
You'll have to wait. She's dating a
soccer player from Liverpool.
SARGE
Liverpool?
STRINGER
She boinked her way through the
whole freaking team, and finally got her man.
Sarge drives Stringer, and his prisoner, to a remote part of MIAMI, parks along side an unmarked car.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
OK Boss, I'll take it from here.
Stringer opens the back door of the SUV, the prisoner spits
at Stringer’s face, Stringer wipes his face then sticks a needle in the neck of the Aldwasari.
Stringer grabs the limp SAUDI, and throws him into the trunk.
Stringer jumps in the drivers seat and begins his long drive
to NEW YORK.
EXT. NEW YORK - HARBOR SLUM AREA - AFTERNOON
The car pulls up to an old beat up three story hotel. Stringer pulls up in front, walks in, and recognizes the guy at the front desk.
SAMMY is in his early 60's. Ex-Marine special forces, gruffly looking, has been expecting Stringer.
STRINGER
Hi, Sammy, Did you ever get your
last check from the Navy?
SAMMY
You bet! Five thousand big ones!
STRINGER
You owe me one! I'm gonna bring in
this piece of human garbage.
Give us a room on the top floor.
We don't need
visitors.
Stringer opens the trunk. They both grab Aldwasari, by the leg cuffs, drag him into the through the lobby then throw him into and old wrought iron elevator. Stringer rides up with his prisoner. The elevator bumps to a halt. Stringer drags Saudi by the into the room and cuffs him to the bed post.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Sleep tight Asshole!
Stringer turns on the TV and channel surfs. A news report catches his eye. We see a full screen "TV NEWS SPECIAL REPORT"
MICHAEL BURNS BLOG NEWS
(vo)

"BLOG WORLD NEWS" interrupts this
program for this "SPECIAL REPORT."
The TERRORIST seen here, escorting
two of his captives out of a Naples
bank, where he had held them hostage for 12 hours had a plan, but, so did the Naples police. The plan to was to exchange the HOSTAGES for a motorcycle on which to make his getaway. The TERRORIST claimed to have a hand grenade and had demanded money and drugs. As he
sped down the boulevard, we see,
live on Italian TV, an exotic,
unmarked police car driving into
the bikers path."
Stringer recognizes Rocco driving the car. The slow motion video shows Rocco, in an unmarked Lamborghini Police Car.
MICHAEL BURNS NEWSMAN
This slow motion replay shows the
terrorist making two complete
revolutions, and a very rough
landing. Hollywood could not have
written a better script. After
recent terrorist attacks, Italian
police have no time for leniency.
The terrorist picked the wrong time
and the wrong place to commit a
bank robbery. MICHAEL BURNS
REPORTING for BLOG WORLD NEWS.

Stringer on his cell phone, texts a message to Rocco, "Good job, see you soon!" A text message comes in from Morris showing a photo with him standing between a topless Sandi and Brigitta, with a big smile on his face. Stringer shakes his head.
NT. NEW YORK - SLUM HOTEL - AFTERNOON
Stringer, taking a shower, hears a window smash. He rushes out of the bathroom. The prisoner has jumped from the third floor. Stringer looks down at a tree limb that broke the Saudi’s fall.
STRINGER
Fuck me!
Stringer bee-lines it out of the hotel room, rushes down six floors, through the hotel lobby, out the front door. Discovers the PRISONER'S tennis shoe under a tree, follows a blood trail toward a heavily populated slum area.
EXT. NEW YORK - HARBOR AREA - AFTERNOON
Stringer tracks the blood for two blocks, to an old slum building that's being renovated. The workers are done for the day. An outhouse gets Stringer’s attention.
Stringer looks down, spots blood drops leading up to the front door of the outhouse. He’s amused at the graffiti decorated latrine. "We're number one in the number 2 business!"
Stringer looks into the left vent, picks up a garden hose nearby, sticks it in an open vent, turns on the water, and raw sewage seeps out of the front door.
The Saudi is covered in shit and toilet paper, bleeding, barefoot, and still cuffed.
STRINGER
You're in the shit, lad!
The SAUDI lunges toward Stringer, kicks and slides back into the porta-potty. Stringer grabs the SAUDI by the hair, pulls him out of the outhouse, hoses him down and shoots him up with another needle. Running late, Stringer calls Sammy on his cell phone.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Hey, Sammy, pack my stuff and meet
me on the corner of FRANKLIN and
WASHINGTON. I've gotta catch a
flight.
SAMMY
What the hell happened?
STRINGER
The asshole jumped out of the window.
Minutes later we see SAMMY driving up in Stringer’s car.

EXT. NEW YORK - JFK AIR CARGO AREA - AFTERNOON
They drive to a side yard on the Westside of the JFK. An airplane tractor drives up. Sammy and Stringer pull the SAUDI out of the trunk, throw him on the tractor, Sammy leaves.
Stringer boards the tractor, the tractor driver approaches the rear of a Fed-Ex 747. The TRACTOR DRIVER, reacts to the stench while he helps Stringer bubble wrap the Prisoner.
INT. JFK - AFTERNOON
They both throw the human baggage into a pressurized storage area. Stringer hops in and sits across the prisoner. A custom First Class seat is rigged for Stringer in the small baggage compartment.
INT. NEW YORK JFK - CARGO AREA - AFTERNOON
Stringer is sitting back, keeping an eye on his prisoner. The plane takes off from JFK.
EXT. FLORENCE ITALY - TARMAC - MORNING
The 747 lands at FLORENCE airport, taxis to the back of the International Shipping row. Other Jumbo jets are parked awaiting large passenger shuttles carrying travelers to and from the main terminal.
The rear baggage hatch opens, and an airline tractor approaches with two undercover SAUDI OFFICIALS. Stringer grabs the bubble wrapped prisoner, rolls him off into the arms of the two officials, their facial expressions reflecting an unbearable stench.
The SAUDI'S' disappear into a maze of airplanes.
Stringer boards the airplane tractor to another part of the airport. A RYAN AIR shuttle will fly him to NICE.
INT. FLORENCE TARMAC - RYAN AIR - AFTERNOON
Stringer is sitting in a seat by himself, pulls out his cell phone, dials Colonel Hackman.
STRINGER
(Stringer leaves a message)
"Trash Disposed!"

INT. SOUTHERN ITALY - AFTERNOON
Rocco is in his souped up LAMBORGHINI speeding down the AUTO STRADA toward SOUTHERN ITALY. He checks messages on his dashboard screen.
DASHBOARD MESSAGE
"Suspected Italian mafioso PASQUALE SANDINI was apprehended in the southern region of CALABRIA.
Italian police tracked him by reading his texts on Facebook. Thanks to his Facebook contacts. Italian Police tracked his whereabouts and made the arrest.
Rocco switches to BBC News,
ANCHORMAN (VO)
"Italian police have used the
suspect's network of connections on
the popular social networking site
Facebook, to ascertain Pasquale
Sandini’s whereabouts.
Sandini was one of the country's
top 100 most-wanted suspects,
Sandini was reportedly arrested
trying to escape from the rooftop
of an apartment complex in the city
of Crotone. This is JAMES BURNS
with BBC News."
Rocco drives down the old part of Reggio, Calabria. An old friend FILLIPO TRANI, served with Rocco in the Italian Carabinieri. Trani, under 6 ft., black hair, stocky build owns a small hotel and wine bar in old town.
Rocco parks his Lamborghini behind the hotel. He walks into the hotel and enters the first floor wine bar.
Fillipo Trani, is behind the bar, surprised to see Rocco.
TRANI
Rocco, you handsome devil. You still look good for an old man.
ROCCO
Old man? Under 40 and fit as an Italian Olympic wrestler.
TRANI
Sit, sit down here and have a glass of wine.
Trani pours Rocco a glass of TUSCAN CHIANTI. Trani who is obviously happy to see Rocco, nods in the direction of a beautiful brunette in her 20's.
ROCCO
You still have it don’t you. You know how to pick the good ones.

TRANI
I never lost it.
Rocco walks over to the street side window and invites the GIRL to join him at the bar.
ROCCO
Parla inglese?
SOFIA
Of course! I didn't spend four
years at Columbia University for
nothing!
ROCCO
Do you know a gentleman by the name
of Fillipo Trani?
SOFIA
No, I do not know Fillipo Trani.
Fillipo, standing behind the wine bar, listens to Rocco’s bullshit line and smiles.
ROCCO
Well, there he is.
Say hello to him.
Sofia, with a smirk on her face, knows a clever line when she hears one.
SOFIA
Cute.
ROCCO
That's the best I've got. Can I buy
you a glass of wine?
SOFIA
I don't drink with strangers.
What's your name?
ROCCO
Franco Rossi,
SOFIA
Nice to meet you, Mr. Rossi.
ROCCO
So what brings you to this part of town?
SOFIA
I get no hassle, men must think I’m easy. I might ask what brings you to Trani’s?
ROCCO
I’m rediscovering the area I grew up in. Names, smells, food, wines, I guess I’m a sentimental type of guy.
SOFIA
Well it’s nice a man like yourself can express his inner self.
ROCCO
That sounds like an invitation to psychoanalyze me.
SOFIA
Well let’s see. You are obviously better than average looking, built like a battleship, a lady’s man, am I close?
ROCCO
You missed very intelligent.
SOFIA
OK, very intelligent.
ROCCO
Enough to know that you want to spend the rest of the afternoon with me.
SOFIA
Rather presumptuous of you.
ROCCO
It’s true don’t you think.
SOFIA
Let me think. (Pause) You’re getting warm.
ROCCO
I’m sure my friend Fillipo would give us a bottle of wine we could share for an afternoon walk.
SOFIA
Sounds good to me.
Strong personalities connect.

EXT. CALABRIA - FILLIPO TRANI'S RESTAURANTE- NOON
Rocco and Sophia spend the rest of the afternoon, drinking and talking. They take a short walk to the town square.
Rocco calls Fillipo Trani. He and Sofia walk back into Trani’s. Phillipo is at the bar entrance and puts his left arm around Rocco and slips hotel room keys into his pocket and gives him another bottle of wine.
EXT. CALABRIA - TRANI'S - AFTERNOON
SOFIA
Where are we going?
ROCCO
I left something in my room. Come
on. The two climb stairs to the
second floor of the small hotel
situated above the wine bar.
Rocco hands the bottle of wine to Sofia, as he pulls out the keys. Both enter.
ROCCO (CONT’D)
Ladies first.
SOFIA
I like it, a man that respects woman. I want you to know I am not easy.
The room has one chair, a double bed, a dresser and a view of the street above the bar. As they settle in on top of the bed, listening to Italian music on the radio, Sofia looks down on Rocco.
SOFIA (CONT’D)
So you didn’t answer my question. What brings you to Reggio?
ROCCO
You mean the Mafia capital of Italy?
SOFIA
The mafia capital of Italy? You must be joking, everyone knows that Sicily is far and away swarming with the black hand.
ROCCO
Very astute observation. You’re right. Let’s not go off the deep end here. Tell me about
yourself. (Sofia begins to unbutton Rocco’s shirt.)
Rocco enjoys the extracurricular activity that’s become part of their conversation. Sofia has Rocco’s chest exposed, she begins rubbing his chest while talking.
SOFIA
My family lives outside of the main
village.
Sophia grabs a glass of wine it slips out of her hand and wine spills on front of Rocco’s pants.
SOFIA (CONT’D)
I’m so sorry, let me get a wet towel.
ROCCO
Don’t worry, I’ll take them off and lay them on the chair next to the window they should dry off in a short time.
While they are talking, Rocco begins undressing Sofia. She continues her conversation as if nothing is happening. Sofia is on the verge of becoming very drunk. Slurring her words.
SOFIA
My father, if you can keep a
secret, owns a security
company, but he is not involved
in any bad things.
Rocco keeps questioning.
ROCCO
I don't follow the COSA NOSTRA.
What is his name?
SOFIA
He's not COSA NOSTRA! I said he
owns a Security company. Anyway, his name is Santino Giano.
Rocco recognizes the name of one of the most brutal Mafia lords in Southern Italy.
ROCCO
What is it that your father does?
SOFIA
His company makes sure that Shop
owners and farmers are protected
from the COSA NOSTRA. The Black
Hand, you know?
ROCCO
Yes, I know. I would love to meet
your father some day.
SOPHIA
He is a very secretive man. I never
see him. Can we get something to eat?
ROCCO
Let me call Fillipo and have some
food delivered. No, I think I'll
just go down and pick up something.
Rocco dresses, leaves the room, and walks down the stairs to see Fillipo.
ROCCO (CONT’D)
Tell me about Santino Giano.
FILLIPO
Giano is threatening to kill me, if
I don't allow his whores in the
bar. He’s giving me a deadline. I'm
going to kill the bastard. He's
fucking with the wrong guy.

ROCCO
I need some food sent up. Whatever
you have is OK.
Rocco walks back to the room.
ROCCO (CONT’D)
Sofia we've got to talk!
Look, you are beautiful, let's make
life simple. Your father Santino
wants to kill my friend Fillipo.
SOFIA
What do you want to talk about?
ROCCO
Santino Giano is known throughout
ITALY as the ruthless head of the
Calabria Cosa Nostra. My real name
is Rocco Fiore. I've been working
for the Italian Government. I think
you are beautiful, and I don't want
any harm coming to you. I have to
meet your father. If he touches
Fillipo, his life is over. I need to talk to him today!
SOFIA
My father is a very complicated
man.
Rocco kisses her before she passes out.
EXT. CALABRIA - TRANI'S - AFTERNOON
Rocco hears noise. Fillipo Trani is in a heated argument with a stocky built man in a sweatshirt and baseball cap. The hitman pulls out a gun. People casually walk by.
The hitman sees Rocco and takes off. Rocco chases him through traffic, the hitman runs across traffic, and escapes with a HOODED MAN on a motorcycle. Rocco runs back to his Lamborgini parked behind Trani’s.
He pulls out his keys. His remote starts the LAMBORGINI. The engine is racing. Rocco jumps in and speeds around the corner in time to see the motorcycle speed by.
The chase begins. Rocco slowly gains on the motorcycle. He pulls up along the right side of the hitman. He swerves into the motorcycle. The hitman shoots, blows out the passenger window.
Rocco shoots the hooded driver’s right leg, the bike swerves and Rocco pulls up along the left side and shoots the hitman in the left arm. The hitman shoots back wildly, missing.
The hooded driver loses control, zig-zags as the bike swerves and hits a deep ditch.
Rocco stops, gets out runs to the lying hitman.
(IN ITALIAN WITH SUBTITLES)

ROCCO
You worthless piece of shit, who
paid you to shoot Trani?
The Hitman is moaning, unable to move, but is talking.
ROCCO (CONT’D)
You're a dead man, tell me!
HITMAN
Please! No more, I was doing my
job!
ROCCO
For who?
Rocco points the gun up the hitman’s nose.

Who do you work for?
HITMAN
Giano!
The motorcycle driver lies on the road and is dead. Rocco runs back to his LAMBORGHINI and drives back to Trani’s. Sophia sits at the bar making small talk with Fillipo Trani.
ROCCO
Let's move, I'm taking you home.
EXT. CALABRIA - GIANI ESTATE - AFTERNOON
Rocco drives to a gated entry and he spots surveillance cameras. He avoids direct visual contact with the cameras, drives to the front of the villa. Sofia gets out of the car and walks into the house. Rocco waits outside. Sofia returns.
SOFIA
He's expected back later.
ROCCO
Get me a meeting.
EXT. CALABRIA - GIANO ESTATE - EVENING
Rocco returns to the Giano’s villa. As the gate opens, Rocco drives up to the front of the VILLA. Sofia comes out to greet him.
ROCCO
Where is SANTINO?
SOFIA
He's coming.
Santino Giano opens the front door of his villa. He approaches Rocco.
SANTINO GIANO
You want to talk to me? Do you know
who I am?
ROCCO
I don't give a shit who you are.
You're time is up! You will be
arrested tomorrow by the Police. My
advice to you is to transfer
everything you own to Sofia, such as your bank accounts and property before the police put you away.
SANTINO GIANO
Why should I believe you?
Rocco pulls out his cell phone and shows Giano a picture of the dead hitman.
SOFIA
That's Uncle Martino.

ROCCO
Your uncle was sent to kill
Fillipo Trani. Before he died, he
gave you up, Santino.
SANTINO GIANO
Martino means nothing to me. We're
not connected.
ROCCO
You're done, finito, tomorrow the boss of bosses will be in Prison. Rocco looks at Sofia. Do you know about your father’s dealings?
Sofia looks at her father and begins to cry. She nods her head and acknowledges that she knows all about her father’s background of crime.
ROCCO (CONT’D)
If you do what I say, Sofia can have protection start a new life. The boss of bosses will spend the rest of his life in jail. You’re done finito.
Rocco leaves, the next morning, Santino Giano is arrested for crimes against the Italian people.
FADE OUT.
EXT: MONACO - HARBOR - MIDNIGHT
Three men are slowly moving in the harbor on a inflatable boat. The the withered hand assassin and the two Colombian hitmen are quietly approaching the bow of Arrows.
Morris and Vanessa have just exited their limo. Stringer and Brigitta move to the stern and greet the them.
STRINGER
You two look like you won the lottery.
MORRIS
Well old man, Vanessa held the the dice at the crap table for more than 40 minutes. We not only walked away with 40 thousand but we also made the Prince a wealthy man.
STRINGER
The Prince?
VANESSA
The Price and I are very good friends now, I should dump this wanker and move in with Mr. Royalty at the Palace.
MORRIS
Don’t get to hyped up my dear Vanessa, I may not split the 40,000.
Morris looks past Stringer and watches the two Scotland Yard investigators running across the next dock with their guns drawn. Morris takes another closer look and sees a black inflatable raft anchored at the bow. A closer look and he sees two men dressed in black huddled on one knee taking aim at them. Chimba is reaching out of the raft and has the hook attached to his withered hand grappling a cleat on the bow of Arrows.
The two Scotland Yard investigators are witing striking distance of Arrows. They take aim at the two men dressed in black, two silencer shots and both Colombians fall of the boat into the Chimba’s raft. Chimba’s hook is latched onto the cleat, he tries to dislodge the hook from the cleat, it’s stuck. It separates from his withered hand and is hanging from the bows cleat.
STRINGER
Fuck me. What’s happening. Everyone take cover.
Stringer and Morris run to the bow and watch the inflatable raft and three assassins disappear.
MORRIS
What the hell, someone just tried to kills us.
Stringer examines the bow and sees a shiny object handing from the one of the cleats. Unhooks it. Morris snatches it from Stringer and examines it.
STRINGER
Looks like theirs some bloaks out there that don’t like me.

MORRIS
I thought everyone liked you Stringer.
Brigitta and Vanessa begin moving toward the bow.
STRINGER
It’s ok. We’ve got everything under control. Looks like a case of mistaken identity.
MORRIS
Yea, (looking at Stringer with disbelief) mistaken identity. Let’s have a drink.
The two investigators have left the scene. They report back to Doyle.
Two patrol boats enter the harbor. They’ve received a call of some type of disturbance. One of the crew members spots a capsized black dingy with two men floating nearby. They approach the dingy, they pull out the two men. They’ve been shot. No identification. They’re hauled aboard the patrol boat.
Fade out.
INT. LONDON - SCOTLAND YARD - MORNING
DOYLE
(Phone call to Colombian contact) Who are these bafoons you sent to kill Stringer? Their both dead.
BOLIVIAN CONTACT
I can’t be bothered with that. We still need Stringer to pay us for the cocaine, I don’t care how your case against him is happening, arresting him will not get us the money.
DOYLE
We have enough evidence to nail him, but we’ll hold off until we can track the money.
The phone connection is dead.
EXT: MONACO - HARBOR -ARROWS
Stringer and Morris are sitting having a drink on the stern at a large table. The hook is sitting in front of Stringer.
MORRIS
The question is, what was on the other end of this contraption?
STRINGER
(Examining the outside of the hook) Let’s see, he tried to unhook himself but the cleat was locked on his whatever the fuck this is.
Brigitta walks toward them, Vanessa right behind. What is it we’re looking at gentlemen? Stringer puts it aside,
STRINGER (CONT’D)
It’s part of the bow, I’m trying to figure it out. (as he places it under the table out of her view)
MORRIS
Arrows needs a lot of maintenance, she’s lot a old battleship. Every few years she needs a face lift.
STRINGER
I’ve been putting it off but it’s about time I got someone here to look at the old lady.
MORRIS
This old gal has been neglected.

VANESSA
I know what that’s like.
MORRIS
(Morris whispers in Vanessa’s ear)
VANESSA
Well ladies and gentlemen, Johnny boy wants to talk to me in private, excuse us.
Morris and Vanessa walk into the cabin on their way to their berth.
BRIGITTA
How do you feel about this old gal.
STRINGER
Old gal? You’ll never get old. Maybe we should have a talk below deck.
BRIGITTA
I’ll be in our berth waiting for you.
STRINGER
I’ll be right down.
(Stringer get’s on the phone and calls the palace.) This is Nick Stringer can I speak to the head of security.
PALACE OPERATOR
Mr. Stringer, please wait, I’ll connect you.
OFFICER PINKERTON
Mr. Stringer, I heard you had a little problem last night. The two men shot and left to drown did not look to good. We tracked them to a Colombian gang. Know anything about them?
STRINGER
Stephen, you know better than to ask me a question like that. I have no idea who they are or why there in Monace. But I do need a favor.
OFFICER PINKERTON
Stringer, what’s you’re pleasure?
STRINGER
I’ve got a odd looking artifact, I need to get a DNA test if you have those connections? Just asking.
OFFICER PINKERTON
I’ll send one of my men down to your berth, we’ll examine it, we should be able to track who ever it is you suspect it belongs to.
STRINGER
(Looking at his watch) It’s noon, I’ve got some very important business to take care of below deck. Have your man come by around 3.
OFFICER PINKERTON
Copy that. Let’s get together soon, we have lot’s to talk about.
STRINGER
I’m heading out of town in a few days, when I get back I’ll call you. But before that, find out who that item belongs to.
OFFICER PINKERTON
Should take us a couple of days. We won’t be exact but close enough.
Stringer examines the hook, wraps it in a leather bag and stashes it in a cabinet inside the cabin.

Colonel Hackman has summoned Stringer, and Morris to New York. Brigitta and Vanessa send them off. They take a rental car parked behind Arrows and proceed to Nice Airport.
EXT. NEW YORK - TWO DAYS LATER - AFTERNOON
Stringer, Johnny and Morris, arrive in New York.
INT. MANHATTAN - COLONEL HACKMAN'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
The RECEPTIONIST walks them into Colonel Hackman’s office.
COLONEL HACKMAN
French company is doing an end run around UN sanctions. Israel wants our people to take this shipment out! The Iranians suspect the shipment will be shot out of the water by the Israelis, if they move through the Suez. It’s our job to sink the barge before it leaves French waters.
COLONEL HACKMAN (CONT’D)
This is a MOSSAD action code named
OPERATION SPHINX. The IRANIANS are waiting for a shipment of centrifuges from Marseille.
STRINGER
Have any idea what MOSSAD wants us
to do?
COLONEL HACKMAN
French company is doing an end run around UN sanctions. Israel wants our people to take this shipment out!
ROCCO
What's the final destination?
COLONEL HACKMAN
The trouble in the Middle East created a problem for IRAN. The Iranians suspect the shipment will be shot out of the water by the Israelis, if they move through the Suez. It’s our job to sink the barge before it leaves French waters.
EXT. MARSEILLES HARBOR - MEDITERRANEAN - EVENING
A four door pickup truck tows a small fishing boat on a private road, one mile from Marseille harbor. On closer look, Morris is driving Stringer and Rocco.
Scuba gear is hidden under a tarp, and a package of five explosives designed for underwater demolition, are covered in a duffel bag. They arrive on a back road to a private beach.
The boat is launched, and the three men, dressed in black, under cover of darkness, motor out close enough to the Iranian barge undetected, AK47’s drawn.
The three slip wet suits and small oxygen tanks. Morris and Rocco will stand watch on the small fishing boat while Stringer attaches a pack of explosives on his belt. He swims underwater to the target. He reaches the barge.
Morris and Rocco are keeping the small boat at a safe distance from the dock.

EXT. MARSEILLE HARBOR - NOON
Large cranes are move containers on and off ships anchored in the harbor. Tractors are moving containers onto trucks. Stringer approaches the heavily guarded barge with the shipment of nuclear material destined for Iran.
GUARDS, inside a small construction trailer parked along side the barge, are monitoring underwater security cameras. Stringer approaches the barge underwater. With the water is murky, Stringer does a good job of avoiding the underwater cameras.
TWO GUARDS smoke cigarettes, walking back and forth the length of the barge.
EXT: WATER - UNDERNEATH BARGE - EVENING
The underwater surveillance camera’s are being monitored by the Iranians in a trailer along side the barge. Stringer slips by a camera but his leg is caught on screen. He moves with the other cameras but he’s been spotted. As Stringer plants two bombs under the barge hull, he sees a spotlight approaching in the distance. The shadow of an Iranian scuba diver with a spear gun is approaching.
Stringer methodically plants the explosives, the underwater guard spots him, he aims and shoots, misses, confused, the GUARD loads another spear.
Stringer has now moved behind the guard while he was loading his spear gun. Stringer begins grappling with the Iranian, and manages to plant a bomb on the Iranians belt. He gains control of the Iranians spear gun and forces the spear gun against the Iranian chest and pulls the trigger. All of the underwater explosives are planted. Stringer is spotted by the Iranian guards on the dock. They begin shooting. Stringer is loaded onto the fishing boat and the three mercenaries head back to there truck. Spotlights are covering the dark water looking for Stringer. Now they are speeding away in their truck, Stringer dials the magic number. We see fireworks filling the sky above the Iranian barge. Bodies are flying everywhere.
EXT. MARSEILLES HARBOR - EVENING
The next day, LE OPINION, Front Page Headline.
"Terrorists Explode Iranian Barge in Marseilles Harbor.

EXT. VENICE - TRAIN STATION - AFTERNOON
Stringer and Rocco leave the train station and board the local water taxi. They are dropped off and walk to the Hotel California behind SAINT MARKS SQUARE. As they walk to the hotel, young women are flirting with the two. The men flirt back.
Stringer’s old friend, tall and lanky MIKE O’TOOLE from L.A., takes a crew of gondoliers to Venice, to compete in the Grand Regatta. Stringer meets Mike at the Hotel California.
EXT. VENICE - HOTEL CALIFORNIA - AFTERNOON
Stringer and Rocco sit at an outdoor cafe outside the Hotel California with bottle of wine. A van drives up, 5 FIT YOUNG MEN in their 20’s, with earphones, collect their gear and follow O’Toole. Stringer is waiting.
MIKE
You made it! I knew you would show
up.
STRINGER
Well, we were in the neighborhood,
what the hell.
MIKE
For the past 15 years, I take a crew from L.A., and we race in the old VENICE REGATTA. I need both of you to row tomorrow in the race.
STRINGER
Are you fucking crazy?
MIKE
I guarantee, you’ll love it! (Punching Stringer’s shoulder)
The September REGATTA is held each year. A cannon at SAINT MARKS SQUARE is fired, and the race begins.
The Mafia is active in Venice. ITALIAN STATE POLICE have warned Rocco to beware. Rocco’s repaired LAMBORGHINI will be delivered to the hotel. Message reads, "It will be delivered to your hotel. Please return in one piece."
EXT. VENICE CANAL - GRAND CANAL RACE - MORNING
Stringer and Rocco arrive at the start point for the GREAT RACE. They board the gondola.
MIKE (CONT’D)
Get ready to shove off! This is
Nick Stringer and Rocco Fiore. They'll add horsepower. You guys know what you have to do. Let’s move it!
The GONDOLAS move away from the bulkhead near the TRAIN STATION. Hundreds of GONDOLA are making their way to the starting point. The GONDOLAS line up, the CANNON signals the start. The race is on.
An aerial view of the GRAND CANAL shows hundreds of Gondoliers rowing like hell.
Three minutes into the race, a motorized GONDOLA is moving across the CANAL. One lookout on the front, one gondolier steering the motorized rear, and two men dressed in GONDOLIER attire, search with binoculars looking for Rocco
STRINGER
Rocco, I think we have visitors.
MIKE
No one gets hurt.
A GONDOLA chase begins through the VENICE CANALS. MIKE and his crew are leading the way, with the motorized gondola close behind. They bob and weave between their competition.
Stringer dives overboard, swims underwater, hiding between gondolas. He wraps his shirt around the engine prop, the gondola slows down.
The Mafia gang check around the boat. Stringer jerks the gunman steering the gondola, knocking him into the murky canal.
Rocco spots Stringer behind the Mafia’s Gondola, and pulls his silencer out from behind his back. Mike’s gondoliers are pumping oars as fast as they can.
Rocco pumps ten shells into the gondola, and the Mafias gondola begins to sink. A Police vaporetto begins the chase and reaches the mafia's gondola.
The gunmen are throwing the machine guns and pistols overboard. Mike’s gondola enters the final leg of the race, the last canal, O’Toole, Rocco and the crew are hauling ass, they close in on the leader.
An aerial view of the gondola as it crosses the finish line, They win the race! The crew goes crazy.

INT. SOUTHERN ITALY - AFTERNOON
Rocco is in his souped up LAMBORGHINI speeding down the AUTO STRADA toward SOUTHERN ITALY. Rocco checks his messages on his dashboard screen.
DASHBOARD MESSAGE
"Suspected Italian mafioso PASQUALE SANDINI was apprehended in the southern region of CALABRIA.
Italian police tracked him by reading his texts on Facebook. Thanks to his Facebook contacts. Italian Police tracked his whereabouts and made the arrest.
Rocco switches to BBC News,
ANCHORMAN (VO)
"Italian police have used the
suspect's network of connections on
the popular social networking site
Facebook, to ascertain Pasquale
Sandini’s whereabouts.
Sandini was one of the country's
top 100 most-wanted suspects,
Sandini was reportedly arrested
trying to escape from the rooftop
of an apartment complex in the city
of Crotone. This is JAMES BURNS
with BBC News."
Rocco visits an old friend FILLIPO TRANI in CALABRIA. Short curly grey hair, stocky, Fillipo served with Rocco in the Italian Carabinieri. Trani owns a small hotel and wine bar in CALABRIA.
Rocco parks the Lamborghini behind the hotel. He walks into the hotel and enters the first floor wine bar.
Fillipo Trani, is behind the bar, surprised to see Rocco, and pours him a glass of TUSCAN CHIANTI. Trani who is obviously happy to see Rocco, nods in the direction of a beautiful brunette in her 20's. Rocco gets the cue and invites the GIRL to join him at the bar.
ROCCO
Parla inglese?
SOFIA
Of course! I didn't spend four
years at Columbia University for
nothing!
ROCCO
Do you know a gentleman by the name
of Fillipo Trani?
SOFIA
No, I do not know Fillipo Trani.
Fillipo, standing behind the wine bar, listens to Rocco’s bullshit line and smiles.
ROCCO
Well, there he is.
Say hello to him.
Sofia, with a smirk on her face, knows a clever line when she hears one.
SOFIA
Cute.
ROCCO
That's the best I've got. Can I buy
you a glass of wine?
SOFIA
I don't drink with strangers.
What's your name?
ROCCO
Franco Rossi
SOFIA
Nice to meet you, Mr. Rossi.