Mike Colonna Notes on Stringer

Mike Colonna Notes on Stringer Screenoplay.....Whitey kept hounding my friend John and I, "I've got someone you guys have to meet." We left the Lowe's in a cab, and were dropped off In front of Monaco Harbor. Whitey seemed to know where he was going we arrived. Sunning on the second deck of this yacht, topless, was as Brigitta, a six foot blonde beauty from Norway. Soon we would meet her boy friend Nick Stringer. Whitey warned us to be on our best behavior. Doug was an international celebrity, a mercenary, and connected with M-5, Britain's Secret Service.  Stringer was one of the sponsors of the Arrow's racing team.

Nick and I hit it off from the very beginning.  Nick invited Whitey, John and I to another 70 foot yacht, for a small get together the next day. Whitey filled us in on Nick's background. As part of a clandestine mini killing team hired by the South African government to kill Islamist terrorist, infiltrating the hill sides surrounding the South African capital. Government helicopters would fly Nick and two other mercenaries, the trio would be dropped off on a steep hillside, take up residence, kill terrorists on their way to "mayhem." After killing them, Nick and his merry men would collect guns, ID's, clothing, boots, stash them In carry bags, Thirty six hours later they $250,000 for services rendered. Not bad for working part time each month.

With all that information in hand, the next day we cabbed over the back wall of Monte Carlo Harbor, found Nick slip, boarded at the rear deck, and Nick asked us to take a seat at a large oval table. We were joined by Ringo Starr and George Harrison. Not only did we learn that Mr. Stringer was an M-5 mercenary but a luminary of the stars. Plenty of laughs talking about conquests, and Formula One racing.

I met Stringer on a beautiful day in Monte Carlo. It was the beginning of the Monaco Grand Prix. Whitey Littlefield, Frank Sinatra's right hand man was part of a group of 12 avid Formula One junkies that were heavily invested in Formula One Racing. We settled in at the Lowe's Hotel, at the famous curve before F-1 cars entered the tunnel. Past the tunnel were grandstands and beautiful Monte Carlo Harbor. Yachts were plenty, Saudi Kings, and wealth permiated the racing circuit. The Monaco Grand Prix was the pinnacle of professional car racing.

Whitey kept hounding my friend John and I, "I've got someone you guys have to meet." We left the Lowe's in a cab, and were dropped off In front of Monaco Harbor. Whitey seemed to know where he was going we arrived. Sunning on the second deck of this yacht, topless, was as Brigitta, a six foot blonde beauty from Norway. Soon we would meet her boy friend Nick Stringer. Whitey warned us to be on our best behavior. Doug was an international celebrity, a mercenary, and connected with M-5, Brits Secret Service. Stringer was one of the sponsors of the Arrow's racing team.

Nick and I hit it off from the very beginning. Nick invited Whitey, John and I to another 70 foot yacht, for a small get together the next day. Whitey filled us in on Nick's background. As part of a clandestine mini killing team hired by the South African government to kill Islamist terrorist, infiltrating the hill sides surrounding the South African capital. Government helicopters would fly Nick and two other mercenaries, the trio would be dropped off on a steep hillside, take up residence, kill terrorists on their way to "mayhem." After killing them, Nick and his merry men would collect guns, ID's, clothing, boots, stash them In carry bags, Thirty six hours later they $250,000 for services rendered. Not bad for working part time each month.

With all that information in hand, the next day we cabbed over the back wall of Monte Carlo Harbor, found Nick slip, boarded at the rear deck, and Nick asked us to take a seat at a large oval table. We were joined by Ringo Starr and George Harrison. Not only did we learn that Mr. Stringer was an M-5 mercenary but a luminary of the stars. Plenty of laughs talking about conquests, and Formula One racing.

Stringer Treatment

                                                             




                            Written by Mike Colonna
                               Based on True Events                                
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“It was pure, unadulterated bullshit!”
Getting caught, smuggling cocaine in the tires of Formula One cars. Nick Stringer, ex SAS  covert operator stumbles onto the dark side. Stringer was a decorated soldier in the Operation Desert Storm.  He and two other coalition special operatives hid under the Saudi Desert, sending satellite images to Florida Command Central. The three Desert Storm “rats” caught the Iraqi Army in full retreat sneaking out of Kuwait.  Air and land forces finished them off.
The shooting gallery was called the "Highway of Death."

After the war, Stringer continued his passion for formula  one racing. He owned and raced for the Arrows Team.
He was a hero after he pulled his pal, Ricardo Baltoni, out of his burning race car during the  Long Beach Grand Prix.
Arrows Racing was a bottomless money pit. Stringer financed his racing habit selling drugs from Bolivia to the “beautiful” people of London, that was transported in the tires of his Formula One cars.

Smuggling cocaine was not enough to keep his Arrow's team afloat. He moonlighted as a high paid mercenary. His clientele included MI-5, the CIA, and the Mossad. Assignments included killing insurgents in the South African jungle, escorting Gitmo detainees to “Black Site” countries, breaking up a suicide bomb factory New York City, and blowing up a barge with nuclear material aboard, in Marseilles Harbor, that was headed to Iran.

Scotland Yard had Stringer in their cross hairs. After months of surveillance, they charged him with selling and distributing drugs to London's elite. He escaped in a  botched sting. He led Customs Agents on a high speed car chase. A agent winds up on the hood of his getaway car hanging on for dear life. He escaped to parts unknown.

Two years on the lam, Stringer was still a hunted man.  He owed millions; they wanted him dead.  Scotland Yard Customs and Interpol wanted him in prison.

Satellites were beaming back his phone conversations. His whereabouts could not be pinned down. The end was near, so we thought, but Stringer made it out alive after being cornered by U.S. and British authorities in New York.  Like Houdini, he disappeared to live another day.