Stringer the Mini-Series

                     Stringer Treatment
                  Written by Mike Colonna
                    Based on True Events                               
                        714-747-5670

Logline: A Former SAS agent’s escapades as a Formula One driver gives him access to tons of cocaine and puts him in the cross-hairs of a corrupt Scotland Yard Detective.

Genre: Action/Adventure

Nick Stringer, former British Special Forces operator, stumbles onto the dark side, smuggling cocaine in the tires his Formula One cars.

Nick Stringer was a decorated soldier in the Operation Desert Storm.  He and two other special operatives hid under the Saudi Desert spying on Iraqi troop movements. Stringer called in air strikes, later, history recorded it, " The Highway of Death."

After the war, Stringer continued his passion for Formula  One racing. He financed his hobby by selling Cocaine to the “beautiful” people of London.

Stringer resume included missions for MI-5, the CIA, and the Mossad. Assignments included killing diamond smugglers in South Africa, escorting Gitmo detainees to “Black Sites,” and recovering ransoms from corporate kidnappings.

Scotland Yard’s months of surveillance, and a botched drug bust on Stringer’s Kensington flat, Stringer escaped after a high speed chase through London streets. Bags of cocaine flew everywhere.

Two years on the lam, Stringer was still a hunted man. The Bolivians wanted him dead.  Scotland Yard Customs wanted him in prison.

Stringers whereabouts were unknown. 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 City.  Like Houdini, he disappeared to live another day.


                 “Stringer “Back Story”

                 Written by Mike Colonna
                   
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I met STRINGER during Grand Prix week in Monte Carlo in the early 80’s.  A good friend and avid Formula One racing fan led our group. Whitey worked for Frank Sinatra and was connected with the Hollywood crowd.

Our base was the glamorous Lowe’s Hotel overlooking the Monaco Harbor and the Grand Prix’s famous “hairpin” curve.

Whitey, my friend John and I left the hotel one afternoon, took a cab to Monaco Harbor.  Whitey wanted us to meet an old friend.  During the cab ride Whitey described Doug (Morris) as a mercenary who had run intelligence operations for Israel, England’s MI-5, and the CIA. Doug had recently returned from an operation in South Africa. He and two others were dropped off on a hilltop, their mission was to kill diamond smugglers. Every piece of equipment recovered was worth thousands.  I imagine Doug kept a few diamonds for himself.

The cab arrived at the Harbor, we walked to Doug’s (Stringer) yacht.  Whitey urged us to be on our best behavior.

Doug, early 30’s. Built like a Navy Seal, black hair, trimmed mustache. Bare-chested, was hosing off the main deck, Yolanda his girlfriend, a  statuesque Danish beauty, was on the top deck, topless, enjoying the sunny weather in Monte Carlo.

Doug welcomed us aboard.  We talked about his racing team “Arrows” and were invited to spend time with him and his crew during the time trials.

Doug and I became fast friends.  Doug’s Arrow’s Team was a fixture at the Long Beach Grand Prix.  When he and Yolanda arrived in Southern California they were guests at my beach house in Belmont Shore.  Doug “palled” around with actor Gene Hackman, Ringo Star and George Harrison.  We all became good friends.

No one  asked Doug about his business ventures.  Frankly we did not want to know.  Yolanda had her suspicions but was never in the loop involving Doug’s transactions.



His travels while he was on the “lamb” included France, South Africa and with the help of Israel Secret Service he piggybacked on a charter flight back to New York where he thought he was safe.

My friend Nick Stringer, a former Navy Seal, became part of my script after I learned he worked covert jobs for the U.S. Government. Stringer was contracted for overt and covert assignments, transporting known terrorists from Gitmo back to their home countries.  He described some harrowing experiences escorting the “worst of the worst” as some tried to escape during his travels to the Middle East.


                   Stringer
            by Mike Colonna
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Episode 1
“No Happy Ending”

Fade in:

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 (CONT’D)
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?
Daniel’s cab is waiting on the street, Stringer takes the old politician and sits with him in the back seat.
DANIEL
Malema is bound to follow us. He knows my car, we have to change, right away.
Daniel stops at the warehouse where he bought Stringers weapons. He parks behind the warehouse. Stringer leads the old politician into the warehouse. Two beatup cars are sitting side by side. Daniel motions to Stringer, he chooses a car. The back door of the warehouse opens they drive off.
DANIEL (CONT’D)
I’m taking you to a friend of mine that works for the South African Secret Service. He will tell you about Malema Shandeka,
They arrive on the outskirts of Johannasburg in a rural area covered by trees. A safehouse.
DANIEL (CONT’D)
I want you to meet one of my cousins, he works undercover for our government.
A man is standing on the porch waiting for Daniel, Stringer and the old Politician. He extends his had to the Stringer, the old politician and hugs Daniel.
DANIEL (CONT’D)
I want you to meet my cousin.
STRINGER
Glad to meet you mate. I’m afraid we are kinda like in a hurry. However you can help us would be nice, since we have the South African Secret Police right up our  asses.
He looks at the politician.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Isn’t that right old man?
Old man nods approval.
JARREL
Jarrel is my name. Let’s go inside. Daniel, please take the car to the garage in back of the house. You know they have satellites checking out suspicious activities. Welcome to the 21st century.
STRINGER
What can you tell me about this Malema character?
Jarrel pours them a cup of hot tea, they sit around a round table in the middle of the shanty house.
JARREL
Malema Shandeka is a South African politician who served as the fourth President of South Africa until his resignation last year.
Malema also served as Deputy President of South Africa before that. He was the new presidents financial adviser, Shandeka  was convicted of soliciting a bribe for president. After the scandal Shandeka was exonerated by a special court made up of president.
STRINGER
That make Shandika and the President crooked.
JARREL
Malema was involved in a corruption plot after his financial advisor, was charged with corruption and fraud. Maleka was found guilty, but the case was dropped against. The judge ruled their was he would have been pardoned anyway. Their are allegations of racketeering and corruption, human trafficing, diamond smuggling.
Stringer looks at the old politician with contempt.
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 any of these charges.
Three heavily armed humvees with more than 10 South African militia are moving fast through the rural road spreading out looking for Stringer. Jarrel is alerted by a text that Malema’s men are closing in.
STRINGER
I need safe passage out of this country. I want you to make that happen.
JARREL
I have a chopper that should arrive in minutes. If what you are telling me is true, Malima is still smuggling diamonds and our people will make him pay.
POLITICIAN
I will talk to my people, Malima will finally pay for his corruption.
Stringer orders the Politician to get a chopper.

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 looks confused. I can’t make contact with anyone.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Get me the British Embassy.
The politician reaches the British Embassy.
POLITICIAN
I need to talk to the Ambassador.
Stringer grabs the phone.
STRINGER
Connect me to the Ambassador, this is Nick Stringer.
OPERATOR
Mr. Stringer I will see if he’s available.
STRINGER
He’s available, make it quick.
ABASSADOR
Stringer what’s going on. Your in the middle of a Political Circus.
STRINGER
I’ll explain later. I need chopper support now, we’re under attack. Jerrel (he hands Jerrel the phone) Tell the Ambassador where we’re at, make it fast.
A chopper is approaching Jarrel’s compound. Malima’s men are approaching the compound. There will be a clash. Stringer and Jarrel begin preparing for a showdown with the Malima’s malitia.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
(Looking at the old politician) Get as far away from these windows as you can.
Malima is standing along side one of the humvee’s supervising the raid on Jarrel’s safe house. Malima’s soldiers are about 50 yards from entering the front gates of the compound.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Don’t start shooting until they’re about 25 yards from our outer perimeter.
Stringer and Jarrel prepare for a war. As the militia approaches, a friendly chopper overhead begins firing at the Malima’s soldiers approaching Jarrel’s compound. Malima’s malitia take cover. Rockets are fired from the chopper destroying each humvee. Malima’s militia has no where to hide.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
I’ve go a score to settle.
He leaves the back door of the safe house. He’s in fast pursuit of Malima as he escapes into the trees and high brush around the compound. Stringer corners Malima, Malima puts up a weak fight. The chopper lands in front of the safe house, Malima’s men have surrendered.
The old politician is now standing with Jarrel in front of the compound. Stringer herds Malima back to the compound.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
(Addressing the old politican,) You have a crooked bastard here. It’s time for you and your leaders to take control.
The politician nods agreement. Government troops arrive in jeeps and humvees, Malima is escorted back to a secure holding area somewhere near Johannesburg.
Stringer boards the chopper. He points to a spot on the map. The chopper makes a quick departure. The chopper arrives close to the spot where Stringer killed the insurgents. Stringer jumps out with a duffel bag. Runs to the spot where the diamonds were hidden. Stuffs the bag with the metal case, boards the chopper.
The politician is on the phone, making arrangements for Stringer to depart. They arrive a the back entrance of the Johannesburg airfield. A car is waiting, Jarrel’s signals Stringer to drive off. Stringer and the politician  drive off to another part of the airfield. Stringer drives to the other side of the airport, there’s a chopper fifty feet from the private jet waiting for Stringer. Malima’s  soldiers jump out  Stringer’s cornered.  Stringer holds 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.
AIR MARSHALLS


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.


Episode 1 (Rewrite)

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.
SANDI, 20’s American, attractive, dressed in Levi’s, a
parka and a backpack, glances at her ticket, struggles with
her backpack and boards the Eurostar First Class Coach.
INT. EUROSTAR - COACH
Sandi 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 Sandi struggle with her back pack.
STRINGER
You need help with that?
SANDI
Thank you, I packed light.
(Laughs)
Sandi 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.)
SANDI
Ya, is it that obvious?
STRINGER
SANDI
It’s Sandi.
STRINGER
SANDI
Like wise.
STRINGER
Mind if I ask where you’re from?
SANDI
And you?
STRINGER
I live in Denmark now, but I spent some time in the U.S. a long time ago. I raced Formula One in Long Beach.
SANDI
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.
Sandi? Now I remember. Your dad paraded you up and down the beach, he was very proud.
SANDI
I can’t believe we’ve connected.  . How did you meet my dad?
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. You’re looking at him!
SANDI
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 drives through the dead end escape, where his car hits a tire barrier, careens off the tires, then hits 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, with a bandaged Stringer sitting along side. 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 need 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 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.
SANDI
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: 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 with an “Uber” sign in the front window wearing paint skids on it’s doors. The car stops, the driver waves him 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 envelop 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 envelop. 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 LaCasa.
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. 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. 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 reservationist, 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.
RESERVATIONIST
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/
RESERVATIONIST
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.
RESERVATIONIST (CONT’D)
Mr. Stringer, am I interrupting anything?
STRINGER
Not at all. Come in.
RESERVATIONIST
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 Reservationist 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.
RESERVATIONIST (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?
RESERVATIONIST
Not at all. Dewars would be fine.
Stringer prepares two glasses with ice and pours in the Irish Whiskey hands a glass to the reservationist.
STRINGER
Bottoms up, and I do mean bottoms up.
Fade Out
EXT: JOHANNESBURG - LA CASA HOTEL - MORNING (CONT’D)
Stringer walks by the Reservationist, winks, leaves the lobby, Daniel and his cab are waiting outside. Daniel takes him on a wild ride through the slum area’s of Johannesburg. They pass hundreds of vendors along the way.   They arrive at Malema Shandeka’s office.
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.
Stringer is scheduled to meet with Shandeka at his private office in Johannesburg to coordinate the operation.
MALEMA
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
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
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
$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
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
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
Deal (They shake hands)
The conversation ends, Stringer leaves with Uber Driver Daniel. Malema calls in one of his lieutenants.
MALEMA (CONT’D)
I want you to shadow Mr. Stringer. I’m not sure if I trust him to recover the diamonds.
LIEUTENANT
I will take two of my best men. And if he appears to be unloyal?
MALEMA
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 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 hotel lobby, nods at reservationist, 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. 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 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, 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, 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 a dazed dream.
DOORGUARD ONE
Kill of few of those bastards for me, Stringer.
Stringer nods approval. 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 the 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 awaiting Stringers arrival.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Can’t wait to take a shower and get out of this outfit. Blood, guts, not my favorite cologne.
They arrive at La Casa Hotel. Six of Malema’s soldiers are waiting for him in the lobby.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
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 reservationist watches the Stringer’s arrest. She sets a small recording device above her desk and tapes the entire confrontation.
Stringer is cuffed and dragged into a military humvee.
STRINGER
You blokes need to talk to your boss Malema. 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.
They arrive at a holding cell outside of Malema’s office. Stringer is pushed into a drab cell with two other men charged for various crimes. Stringer yells at the lead soldier that arrested him and pushed him into the cell.
STRINGER
Where’s that asshole, Malema? 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 that I’m waiting for him.
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 bars, 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 AK-47, and quietly moves toward Malema’s office.
Two soldiers are guarding the entrance to Malema’s office. Stringer quickly disposes the two soldiers, and approaches Malema’s office. Kicks open the door. Two elderly grey haired politician looking characters are sitting in front of Malema.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You and I need to talk.
MALEMA
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 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 10 minutes or he’s a dead man.
Stringer drags the elderly politician out of Malema’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 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. 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 AK 47 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 Air France 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: 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 drives through the dead end escape, where his car hits a tire barrier, careens off the tires, then hits 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, with a bandaged Stringer sitting along side. 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 three 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.
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 need to eliminate the threat from insurgents.  Very lucrative, killing terrorists for fun and profit.

Film of STRINGER, sitting in a booth at LEGENDS night club in London, telling war stories and surrounded by celebrities and friends.  Toasting his exploits.
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
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
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
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
$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
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
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
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 a 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.
STRINGER
Oh Sh

Reluctantly, Stringer walks back to his seat. Morris walks into the lobby chats with Kelly O’Day.
COLONEL HACKMAN
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)
Stringer and Morris are bleeding from the glass chards that exploded during the raid.
STRINGER
You look a little dishelved, my man.
MORRIS
You don’t look better for wear your self.
Medics are treating Stringer and Morris’s facial wounds.
STRINGER
Hey Bradley, job well done. Now can we get the hell out of here?
LIEUTENANT BRADLEY
We got our man, good job. Give Hackman my regards.
Stinger salutes Bradley.


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.

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
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 1 (Rewrite)

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.
SANDI, 20’s American, attractive, dressed in Levi’s, a
parka and a backpack, glances at her ticket, struggles with
her backpack and boards the Eurostar First Class Coach.
INT. EUROSTAR - COACH
Sandi 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 Sandi struggle with her back pack.
STRINGER
You need help with that?
SANDI
Thank you, I packed light.
(Laughs)
Sandi 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.)
SANDI
Ya, is it that obvious?
STRINGER
SANDI
It’s Sandi.
STRINGER
SANDI
Like wise.
STRINGER
Mind if I ask where you’re from?
SANDI
And you?
STRINGER
I live in Denmark now, but I spent some time in the U.S. a long time ago. I raced Formula One in Long Beach.
SANDI
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.
Sandi? Now I remember. Your dad paraded you up and down the beach, he was very proud.
SANDI
I can’t believe we’ve connected.  . How did you meet my dad?
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. You’re looking at him!
SANDI
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 drives through the dead end escape, where his car hits a tire barrier, careens off the tires, then hits 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, with a bandaged Stringer sitting along side. 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 need 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 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.
SANDI
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: 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 with an “Uber” sign in the front window wearing paint skids on it’s doors. The car stops, the driver waves him 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 envelop 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 envelop. 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 LaCasa.
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. 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. 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 reservationist, 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.
RESERVATIONIST
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/
RESERVATIONIST
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.
RESERVATIONIST (CONT’D)
Mr. Stringer, am I interrupting anything?
STRINGER
Not at all. Come in.
RESERVATIONIST
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 Reservationist 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.
RESERVATIONIST (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?
RESERVATIONIST
Not at all. Dewars would be fine.
Stringer prepares two glasses with ice and pours in the Irish Whiskey hands a glass to the reservationist.
STRINGER
Bottoms up, and I do mean bottoms up.
Fade Out
EXT: JOHANNESBURG - LA CASA HOTEL - MORNING (CONT’D)
Stringer walks by the Reservationist, winks, leaves the lobby, Daniel and his cab are waiting outside. Daniel takes him on a wild ride through the slum area’s of Johannesburg. They pass hundreds of vendors along the way.   They arrive at Malema Shandeka’s office.
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.
Stringer is scheduled to meet with Shandeka at his private office in Johannesburg to coordinate the operation.
MALEMA
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
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
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
$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
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
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
Deal (They shake hands)
The conversation ends, Stringer leaves with Uber Driver Daniel. Malema calls in one of his lieutenants.
MALEMA (CONT’D)
I want you to shadow Mr. Stringer. I’m not sure if I trust him to recover the diamonds.
LIEUTENANT
I will take two of my best men. And if he appears to be unloyal?
MALEMA
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 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 hotel lobby, nods at reservationist, 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. 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 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, 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, 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 a dazed dream.
DOORGUARD ONE
Kill of few of those bastards for me, Stringer.
Stringer nods approval. 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 the 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 awaiting Stringers arrival.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Can’t wait to take a shower and get out of this outfit. Blood, guts, not my favorite cologne.
They arrive at La Casa Hotel. Six of Malema’s soldiers are waiting for him in the lobby.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
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 reservationist watches the Stringer’s arrest. She sets a small recording device above her desk and tapes the entire confrontation.
Stringer is cuffed and dragged into a military humvee.
STRINGER
You blokes need to talk to your boss Malema. 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.
They arrive at a holding cell outside of Malema’s office. Stringer is pushed into a drab cell with two other men charged for various crimes. Stringer yells at the lead soldier that arrested him and pushed him into the cell.
STRINGER
Where’s that asshole, Malema? 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 that I’m waiting for him.
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 bars, 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 AK-47, and quietly moves toward Malema’s office.
Two soldiers are guarding the entrance to Malema’s office. Stringer quickly disposes the two soldiers, and approaches Malema’s office. Kicks open the door. Two elderly grey haired politician looking characters are sitting in front of Malema.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You and I need to talk.
MALEMA
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 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 10 minutes or he’s a dead man.
Stringer drags the elderly politician out of Malema’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 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. 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 AK 47 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 Air France 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: 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 drives through the dead end escape, where his car hits a tire barrier, careens off the tires, then hits 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, with a bandaged Stringer sitting along side. 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 three 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.
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 need to eliminate the threat from insurgents.  Very lucrative, killing terrorists for fun and profit.

Film of STRINGER, sitting in a booth at LEGENDS night club in London, telling war stories and surrounded by celebrities and friends.  Toasting his exploits.
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
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
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
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
$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
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
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
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 a pretty picture.
FADE OUT.
















Episode 1

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.
SANDI, 20’s American, attractive, dressed in Levi’s, a
parka and a backpack, glances at her ticket, struggles with
her backpack and boards the Eurostar First Class Coach.
INT. EUROSTAR - COACH
Sandi 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 Sandi struggle with her back pack.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You need help with that?
SANDI
Thank you, I packed light.
(Laughs)
Sandi 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.)
SANDI
Ya, is it that obvious?
STRINGER
SANDI
It’s Sandi.
STRINGER
SANDI
Like wise.
STRINGER
Mind if I ask where you’re from?
SANDI
And you?
STRINGER
I live in Denmark now, but I spent some time in the U.S. a long time ago. I raced Formula One in Long Beach.
SANDI
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.
Sandi? Now I remember. Your dad paraded you up and down the beach, he was very proud.
SANDI
I can’t believe we’ve connected.  . How did you meet my dad?
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. You’re looking at him!
SANDI
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 drives through the dead end escape, where his car hits a tire barrier, careens off the tires, then hits 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, with a bandaged Stringer sitting along side. 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 need 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 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.
SANDI
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: 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 with an “Uber” sign in the front window wearing paint skids on it’s doors. The car stops, the driver waves him 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 envelop 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 envelop. 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 LaCasa.
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. 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. 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 reservationist, 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.
RESERVATIONIST
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/
RESERVATIONIST
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.
RESERVATIONIST (CONT’D)
Mr. Stringer, am I interrupting anything?
STRINGER
Not at all. Come in.
RESERVATIONIST
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 Reservationist 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.
RESERVATIONIST (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?
RESERVATIONIST
Not at all. Dewars would be fine.
Stringer prepares two glasses with ice and pours in the Irish Whiskey hands a glass to the reservationist.
STRINGER
Bottoms up, and I do mean bottoms up.
Fade Out
EXT: JOHANNESBURG - LA CASA HOTEL - MORNING (CONT’D)
Stringer walks by the Reservationist, winks, leaves the lobby, Daniel and his cab are waiting outside. Daniel takes him on a wild ride through the slum area’s of Johannesburg. They pass hundreds of vendors along the way.   They arrive at Malema Shandeka’s office.
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.
Stringer is scheduled to meet with Shandeka at his private office in Johannesburg to coordinate the operation.
MALEMA
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
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
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
$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
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
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
Deal (They shake hands)
The conversation ends, Stringer leaves with Uber Driver Daniel. Malema calls in one of his lieutenants.
MALEMA (CONT’D)
I want you to shadow Mr. Stringer. I’m not sure if I trust him to recover the diamonds.
LIEUTENANT
I will take two of my best men. And if he appears to be unloyal?
MALEMA
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 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 hotel lobby, nods at reservationist, 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. 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 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, 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, 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 a dazed dream.
DOORGUARD ONE
Kill of few of those bastards for me, Stringer.
Stringer nods approval. 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 the 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 awaiting Stringers arrival.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Can’t wait to take a shower and get out of this outfit. Blood, guts, not my favorite cologne.
They arrive at La Casa Hotel. Six of Malema’s soldiers are waiting for him in the lobby.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
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 reservationist watches the Stringer’s arrest. She sets a small recording device above her desk and tapes the entire confrontation.
Stringer is cuffed and dragged into a military humvee.
STRINGER
You blokes need to talk to your boss Malema. 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.
They arrive at a holding cell outside of Malema’s office. Stringer is pushed into a drab cell with two other men charged for various crimes. Stringer yells at the lead soldier that arrested him and pushed him into the cell.
STRINGER
Where’s that asshole, Malema? 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 that I’m waiting for him.
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 bars, 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 AK-47, and quietly moves toward Malema’s office.
Two soldiers are guarding the entrance to Malema’s office. Stringer quickly disposes the two soldiers, and approaches Malema’s office. Kicks open the door. Two elderly grey haired politician looking characters are sitting in front of Malema.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You and I need to talk.
MALEMA
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 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 10 minutes or he’s a dead man.
Stringer drags the elderly politician out of Malema’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 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. 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 AK 47 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 Air France 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: 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 drives through the dead end escape, where his car hits a tire barrier, careens off the tires, then hits 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, with a bandaged Stringer sitting along side. 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 three 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.
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 need to eliminate the threat from insurgents.  Very lucrative, killing terrorists for fun and profit.

Film of STRINGER, sitting in a booth at LEGENDS night club in London, telling war stories and surrounded by celebrities and friends.  Toasting his exploits.
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
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
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
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
$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
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
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
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 a 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.
ROCCO
(Looks at the pictures) Virgins, Virgins, Virgins, one good thing, I bet there are no Italian Virgins, unless their nuns, and I’m not too sure about that!
MORRIS
You you have a point there. I couldn’t have said it better.
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, Morris and Rocco 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 three 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 and Rocco are 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 Rocco. Shrek is irritated, he grabs the girls face with one hand and squeezes her cheeks, she’s hurt, Rocco 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. They jump in.

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 Showtime.
RUSKI'S lights up like the Fourth of July.
They board different planes; Morris back to London, 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.
EXT. BRIGHTON BEACH - RUSKI'S ALLEY - MIDNITE
Three 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!"



Episode 3
The Big Bad Wolf


EXT. NICE AIRPORT - AFTERNOON
The jet lands at NICE airport. Stringer hires a limo. The DRIVER maneuvers onto the autobahn and travels south to MONTE CARLO.
The driver pulls up behind the yacht Arrows. Stringer tips the driver then boards the "Arrows, looks topside.
Stringer enters the yacht's galley area, walks to the stairs and enters the front cabin. Brigitta is hiding under the sheets.
INT. MONACO HARBOR - YACHT - AFTERNOON
STRINGER
Where's Morris and Sandi?
BRIGITTA
They're trying their luck at the
Casino.
STRINGER
Well, isn't that special? All alone
again.
Stringer smiles and reaches out to Brigitta.
BRIGITTA
I missed, you Stringer.
STRINGER
Tomorrow I have a surprise for you.
BRIGITTA
Get under the covers, I've got a
surprise for you.
EXT. SAN REMO - APRICALE APARTMENT - MORNING
Stringer and Brigitta in a helicopter, circling to the walled city of APRICALE, north of SAN REMO. The CHOPPER PILOT lands in a field below and drops off Stringer and Brigitta with overnight bags.
Below this 14th century walled city, the MAFIA has a bomb factory. Business mixed with pleasure.
Jairo, a 20 year old resident, and APRICALE resident, waits in a three wheel motorized transport. He works as a waiter, handyman, and property manager.
Stringer introduces Brigitta to Jairo. They hop in Jairo’s three wheeler. Jairo loads their bags and they rumble off on a 14th century cobblestone road to a rustic apartment.
INT. APRICALE - AFTERNOON
Jairo unlocks the apartment and walks up a flight of stairs with their bags. Stringer and Brigitta follow behind.
He lights the fireplace. Brigitta makes her way into the bedroom to unpack.
JAIRO
Our restaurant is open tonight.  I
make reservations for you.
STRINGER
Otto. (8 pm)
JAIRO
Eight O'clock it is.
Stringer pulls out 1995 BRUNELLO from the wine rack, uncorks it, swishes the wine in his glass, smells the aroma, nods approval and pours 2 glasses of wine.
Brigitta is in the bedroom and has a romantic look in her eye. The time is right.
Stringer hands her the glass. They toast. She sets the glass on the night stand and grabs his back, he falls on top of her. You know the rest.
INT. APRICALE - NIGHT
Brigitta and Stringer are kissing at the top of the stairs. They walk down the marble stairway to the downstairs. It’s eight o’clock.
EXT. APRICALE - COBBLESTONE WALK - NIGHT
Stringer and Brigitta walk down the narrow, winding, 14th century cobble stone passage leading to the old towns main PIAZZA. The Piazza is surrounded by two churches, a post Office, and grade school.
They walk over to a short wall bordering the PIAZZA and peer over admiring the old shops and apartments below. They walk another passageway, to an ancient cobblestone passageway leading them to Jairo’s restaurant.
INT. APRICALE - RESTAURANT - EVENING
Jairo greets them at the restaurant’s entrance. Stringer and Brigitta are the only ones in the restaurant. Jairo orders for them. Later, Jairo returns with a three course dinner for two.
JAIRO
Do you need anything at the
apartment?
STRINGER
Everything is just fine. We're
planning on visiting SAN REMO
tomorrow. Any ideas?
JAIRO
I will get you a car. I know of
good restaurants in SAN REMO.
STRINGER
Jairo, You’re the man!
Jairo leaves for the kitchen.
BRIGITTA
Your friend idolizes you. He's
cute! I'll be right back.
Brigitta leaves the table. Stringer motions Jairo.
STRINGER
Jairo, do you know anything about the villa at the bottom of the hill?
JAIRO
Mafia, not good stuff.
STRINGER
Can you get me a layout of the
Villa, roads, buildings?
JAIRO
I can do that.
INT. APRICALE - RUSTIC APARTMENT - MORNING
Brigitta is in the shower and Stringer is waking up. He slips out of bed and walks into the bathroom, brushes his teeth, slips off his T-shirt.
BRIGITTA
Get in here!
EXT. SAN REMO AREA - AFTERNOON
They drive to VENTIMIGLIA, outside of San Remo, walk to a restaurant across the DUOMO, and have an espresso at an outdoor piazza cafe. They walk through a vegetable market.
Stringer observes a man on a bicycle traveling toward them at a fast speed. The rider snatches Brigitta’s shoulder strapped purse and tries to speed away.
Stringer immediately pursues the rider. As the rider slows, down to avoid colliding with other tourists, Stringer jumps the rider, pulling him down.
STRINGER
Sorry, dick face, you picked the
wrong person to steal from.
Stringer grabs the purse, Brigitta, standing nearby, Stringer throws her the purse, jerks the biker up and throws him into a nearby fountain.
The crowd watch Stringer dispose of the thief, TWO walking CARBINIARI observe what has happened and grab the biker. Stringer grabs with Brigitta standing nearby, throws it to her. He jerks the biker up and throws him into a fountain. The crowd mills around, watching the thief. Two walking Carbiniari observe and haul the thief away.
EXT. APRICALE - PIAZZA - AFTERNOON
After spending the afternoon sightseeing, they head back to Apricale. When they arrive, schoolchildren  play in the Piazza.
Stringer and Brigitta walk back to their apartment. They climb the stairs, unlock the door walk in, and sprawl out on the couch, staring at the fireplace.
Stringer receives a message from Colonel Hackman.
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.
EXT. CALABRIA - FILLIPO TRANI'S RESTAURANTE- NOON
Rocco and Sophia spend the rest of the afternoon, drinking and talking in his room. They take a short walk to the town square.
Rocco calls  Fillipo Trani. He and Sofia walk walk into the  Trani’s Hotel. He’s at the bar entrance and puts his left arm around Rocco and gives hotel room keys into his pocket and  gives him a bottle of Italian 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
above the wine bar.
Rocco hands the bottle of wine to Sofia, as he pulls out the keys. Both enter.
SOFIA
I want you to know I am not easy.
As they settle in on top of the bed, listening to Italian music on the radio, Sofia is looks down on Rocco
SOFIA (CONT’D)
Mr. Rossi, you do not know anything
about me.
ROCCO
That's right. Tell me about
yourself. (Sofia undresses Rocco)
SOFIA
My family lives outside of the main
village.
Sophia grabs a glass of wine and sounds tipsy.
SOFIA (CONT’D)
My father, if you can keep a
secret, is the head of a security
company, but he is not involved
with 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. 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.























Episode 4
“Love You, Mean It.”

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.
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.
EXT. NEW YORK - TWO DAYS LATER - AFTERNOON
Stringer, Morris, and Fiore arrive in New York.
INT. MANHATTAN - COLONEL HACKMAN'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
The KELLY O'DAY walks them into Colonel Hackman’s office.
COLONEL HACKMAN
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 - 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 Fiore.
Scuba gear is hidden under a tarp, and a package of explosives designed for underwater demolition, is covered in a duffel bag. They arrive on a back road to a private beach.
The boat is launched, and the three men, under cover of darkness, motor out close enough to the HARBOR undetected.
Stringer slips on his wet suit and diving equipment. He attaches a pack to his belt holding the explosives, and swims underwater to the target.
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 from underwater. With the water being murky, they miss Stringer’s approach.
TWO GUARDS smoke cigarettes, walking back and forth the length of the barge.
EXT: WATER - UNDERNEATH BARGE - EVENING
Stringer spots underwater surveillance equipment underneath the barge. He moves with the cameras and avoids detection. As Stringer approaches, in the distance, he sees the shadow of a GUARD, in scuba gear, with a spear gun.
Stringer methodically plants the explosives, the underwater guard spots him, spear gun shoots, misses, confused, the GUARD loads another spear.
Stringer appears behind the guard, turns the spear gun back onto the GUARD He pulls the trigger.
Stringer then finishes planting the plastic underwater explosives. Then he swims back to the waiting fishing boat.
EXT. MARSEILLES HARBOR - EVENING
Stringer boards the waiting fishing boat, He dials the explosives ignite.
Explosions light up the sky. LE OPINION, Front Page Headline.
"Terrorists Explode Iranian Barge in Marseilles Harbor.
ACT THREE                                               
EXT. NEW YORK - MANHATTAN - AFTERNOON             
Stringer, Morris, and Rocco exit a cab in front of Colonel Hackman offices. They walk through security to the  elevator. The Kelly O'Day welcomes them, and hurriedly escorts them into Colonel Hackman’s office.
COLONEL HACKMAN
Job well done, we'll be in touch
Stringer is handed three envelopes
They leave, Stringer checks his cell phone  Sandi texts that she’s inviting all to her parents villa in PUNTO CARUSO, off the coast of NAPLES. She's invited her friend   Juliana to meet Rocco
STRINGER
Well, Gentlemen, This could be our
toughest assignment yet. Trying to
get Rocco laid. Sandi’s waiting
for us in Italy. She's brought her
best friend, should be interesting.
Rocco, you won't let me down, will
you?
Stringer holds his two hands apart. Indicating the size of Rocco’s package. Stringer and Morris look at Rocco, the three laugh.
EXT. NAPLES HARBOR - AFTERNOON
Brigitta, Sandi, and Juliana, have already arrived at PUNTO CARUSO. Stringer, Stringer, and Rocco, depart the ferry and find a THREE WHEEL TAXI. Stringer, Morris and Rocco sneak through the front door, they move to the outside rooftop deck.
Brigitta, Sandi, and Juliana, all topless sip cold drinks. The three look at each other they like what they see. They sneak back to the front door, Antonio, the housekeeper, short 50’s,  opens the door.
ANTONIO
Ah, Mr. Stringer! Come stai?
STRINGER
Molto bene, Antonio. Tu?
They pat each other on the back, and Stringer introduces his pals.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Antonio, have you been taking care
of my guests?
Antonia looks embarrassed.
ANTONIO
Alore, Dinner will be served at le
sie. (6pm)
STRINGER
Grazie
The women hear the men walk onto the pool deck and they hurry to put their tops back on.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Don't bother! We've already seen
the merchandise!
SANDI
Rocco, this is my friend, Juliana.
ROCCO
Things are looking up.
STRINGER
I don't know about you guys, but
I've had a rough day,

Stringer looks at Brigitta.
One of your famous back rubs, if you don’t mind.
BRIGITTA
At your service master!
INT. PUNTO CARUSO - VILLA - AFTERNOON

Brigitta and Stringer walk off to a side bedrooms next to the pool. Brigitta enters sider, she grabs his arm and throws him on the bed.
BRIGITTA
I never start a massage without
making sure my client is totally
relaxed. Take it off!
Stringer takes off his bathing suit, slips under the white sheet, and Brigitta is right behind him.
EXT. PUNTO CARUSO - DECK - AFTERNOON
Morris is sitting with his legs spread over the back of Sandi’s sun chair, facing her topless body.
Rocco has settled in on the chair next to Juliana. He rubs sun block on her back.
Both men glance at each other with nods of approval.
EXT. PUNTO CARUSO - AFTERNOON
SANDI
Is everyone ready for a swim?
(Stringer appears relaxed after his massage.  Morris and Rocco high five each other.)
The THREE GIRLS lead the way, as the men follow a stone walkway down to the rocky diving point.
The girls drop their bathing suits, and dive off the low cliff together. The men do likewise and dive off the low end.
They pair up and start swimming around the bend. (Fade Out)
EXT. ISCHIA - POSEIDON SPA - LATE AFTERNOON
The THREE COUPLES visit the POSEIDON SPA, relaxing in the
POSEIDON'S Hot Roman Baths.
Stringer, Morris and Rocco prepare for their shapely FEMALE MASSEUSES, wearing skimpy tissue thongs. The Female Masseuses are amused by the men and their modest behavior. The girls await their MALE MASSEUSES.
The girls change into revealing tissue tops and skimpy tissue bikini bottoms.
EXT. PUNTO CARUSO - AFTERNOON
A cab arrives at the front gate of PUNTO CARUSO. The THREE COUPLES travel up a narrow road. Through small towns, the cab barely fit through the narrow medieval streets. The narrow, winding streets of the Compania area finally open up to the hilltop restaurant El Torchio.
The picture windows offer a spectacular view of the Ancient Castle sitting in Punto Caruso Harbor. They chat at the dinner table, drink wine, toast.
EXT. PUNTO CARUSO - WINE TASTING - EVENING
A van picks them up below the restaurant. They ride down to a wine tasting at the CASTLE. An Italian band is playing favorites, singing and dancing on stage.
The three couples stroll past wine booths, sipping different wines, and enjoying entertainment.
EXT. PUNTO CARUSO - CAB RIDE - AFTERNOON
The three couples take a cab to PUNTO CARUSO PORTO.
The three girls wave them good bye to the men, as they stand along the dock, waiting for the Naples ferry to leave.
EXT. PUNTO CARUSO - FERRY TO NAPLES - AFTERNOON
The three men are standing on the FERRY'S second deck, admiring the skyline. They notice a beautiful young girl on the dock blowing kisses to her boyfriend on the second deck. They nod approval.
Stringer is standing between Morris and Rocco, leaning forward on the ships railing, looking out at the coastline.
He will be flying to the BRAZILIAN GRAND PRIX looking for sponsors for his ARROWS FORMULA ONE RACING TEAM.
Stringer and Rocco are on Special Assignment, courtesy of the Italian Secret Service. In ROME they will meet Rocco’s former CARBONIERI partner. Their assignment will be to eliminate the "bomb factory" in Apricale. 
EXT. NAPLES - AIRPORT - AFTERNOON
Stringer boards a connecting flight to South America. Morris and Fiore board a shuttle to Rome. Morris and Rocco land, take a cab to a VATICAN AREA restaurant where they meet Graziano, Rocco’s old partner, is now a restaurant owner. The restaurant is located steps from one of Rome’s oldest Cathedrals.
EXT. ROME - GRAZIANO’S RESTAURANT - AFTERNOON
Stringer and Rocco exit the cab.
INT. ROME - INSIDE RESTAURANT - AFTERNOON
GRAZIANO
Hey, Rocco, mio fratella!
ROCCO
Let me introduce you to Mr. Mr. Morris.
GRAZIANO
Mr. Morris you make sure Rocco
stays away from his girl friends. They all want to marry him. He never shares.
ROCCO
Graziano, come on, you have a wife
and family. Maria would kill you!
GRAZIANO
I know, I know, but what can I say?
Graziano pulls out a note from his pocket and hands it to Rocco. Rocco passes it along to Morris.
GRAZIANO (CONT’D)
I'll bring out a bottle of wine
from Monte Pulciano.
EXT. APRICALE (NORTHERN ITALY) - SAN REMO AIRPORT - AFTERNOON
Stringer and Rocco arrive in SAN REMO by RYAN AIR. They exit the airport. Rocco’s experimental Lamborghini is parked outside the airport with a police guard.
The tricked out LAMBORGHINI POLICE CAR is winding up the road to APRICALE. They park the car in a garage below the old walled city. Jairo waits for them. He drives them back to the three story apartment in the three wheeler.
Inside the apartment, they climb the wood staircase to the top outdoor deck, which overlooks the valley. Their night vision telephoto lens zero's in on a two story villa, that is approximately 1000 feet below the wall on the main road.
INT: MANHATTAN - COLONEL HACKMAN'S OFFICE- MORNING
Colonel Hackman calls Stringer.
COLONEL HACKMAN
You are looking for a 20 year old
terrorist who's planning to bomb a
Milan synagogue.

His name is Omar Mohammed. He's tall, thin, and looks western. He's teamed up with the Italian Mafia. The Mafia has targeted Italian Synagogues. His Mafia pals are inside the villa, 300 feet from the villa, where the bombs are made.
Mohammed’s girl friend, was detained by London Police, she was an accomplice in the synagogue plot. She's working for us now. Police found evidence on his computer, that he's done a thorough inspection of Milan’s main
synagogue. He's covered security
and the police who guard the
building. This asshole is on a
"jihad." You should have his
picture now. His Mafia pals are in the villa. You've got a green light, go for it!
STRINGER
We'll hit’em tonight!

EXT: APRICALE - BASE OF THE HILL - NIGHT
Stringer and Rocco are dressed in black jump suits. They load 30 controlled stick mines into their saddlebags. Speed up a winding road, and stop near the villa housing the TERRORISTS. Under darkness, they avoid surveillance cameras. Inside they observe four men playing cards. They also spot the TV monitors, and a sleeping guard.
Two middle eastern men and two Italian men are playing cards.     Yelling loudly in Arabic and Italian , accusing each of cheating.
Stringer and Fiore begin placing pencil mines around the villa.
Another building nearby, appears to be the bomb making location. A guard is dozing in a chair, guarding the entrance. They  approach, Rocco silent shot kills him. A second guard, inside the barn hears noise, runs past Stringer, and Fiore, yelling in Arabic.
Stringer aims a silent shot. The second guard runs toward the villa. Four armed men run out the front door of the villa. They trip the explosives, body parts fly! The bomb maker in the barn hears the explosion begins shooting wildly. He spots Stringer. Rocco slams the door several times on the man’s head.
Rocco puts his gun under the bomb maker’s chin, and shoots. Three disheveled women are inside tied  with tape around their mouths. The men untie them and the women run in different directions. Rocco and Stringer rig explosives blow up the out building. They drive off to their apartment in Apricale.
EXT. APRICALE - APARTMENT - NIGHT
They grab a bottle of wine, make their way to the upper deck, where they can view the show. Stringer dials the number and the device, and it explodes.
ONE HOUR LATER
Stringer and Rocco visit PATRUSKA’S Bar and Restaurant. Patruska, A short Woman, late 70'S, greets Stringer and Rocco. They Order Two Glasses Of Wine. Sit outside.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
We heard loud explosions, what's
going on?
PATRUSKA
The villa at the bottom of the hill
exploded, who knows? What was going
on there.
Petruska faints ignorance and (Fade Out)
They flag a limo cab outside the airport for POSITANO, on the AMALFI COAST, where they will rendezvous with Brigitta, and
Juliana’s friend TITO, owns a popular POSITANO beach front restaurant. He owns a 10 room villa, overlooking the ocean.
Brigitta and Juliana’s have secured rooms at the villa.  Stringer and Rocco drive winding picturesque road down to the beach. Brigitta, Juliana wait at a beachfront table. They order.
Colonel Hackman sends a detailed message to Stringer’s secure cell phone number.
COLONEL HACKMAN
"Stringer is in trouble. He's on his way to Bolivia, you have two tickets waiting at Naples airport for LaPaz. He’ll be arriving 2 hours after your flight. He's a dead man if the cartel makes contact.
Stringer arrives in LAPAZ. Two SUV’s are parked behind the cab. Our of first SUV a man in a police uniform walks up to Stringer, shoves a gun in his side and leads him into the backseat of the first SUV. He’s flanked in the back seat by two policemen.
A single policeman stands outside the second SUV, Morris grabs his gun and pushes him into the backseat of his SUV. Rocco is drives.
The First SUV.
STRINGER
Look, assholes, what's this all
about?
The Policemen look at Stringer, they do not respond.
The Second SUV. Morris sitting next to the uniformed policeman.
MORRIS
What’s this all about?
POLICEMAN
You don’t want to know.
MORRIS
I don’t want to know.
Morris shoots the Policeman in the leg.  The policeman is in agony.
MORRIS (CONT’D)
The next one is in your head.
What is this all about?
POLICEMAN
(Screaming in pain.)
Your friend has got a problem with
my boss. He's going to fucking die!
Rocco is right behind the first SUV. They come to a small warehouse outside of LAPAZ. The first DRIVER signals the gate keeper. Rocco speeds behind unnoticed.
INT. LA PAZ BOLIVIA - WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
A warehouse door opens, the SUV comes to a stops inside. Stringer is dragged out of the back seat, hands tied, he's led into a back room.
Morris and Rocco park the second SUV behind the warehouse after they disable their passenger.
INT. BOLIVIA - WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
STRINGER
Hey, take it easy, what do you
want?
Stringer’s knocked about, They grab his briefcase place it on the table. One of the policemen struggles to break the briefcase open, impatient with the combination.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
(Stringer moans)
I've got nothing to hide, don't break the briefcase. I'll open it.
Stringer opens the briefcase. They plant a black plastic bag of cocaine into the briefcase and try to shut the lid.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
What the fuck are you doing mate?
POLICEMAN 1
Mr. Stringer, you are in trouble we are the police.
STRINGER
What kind of police?
They point to the case, they scream at Stringer.
POLICEMAN 1
"Your coca"? What is this bag doing
in your briefcase?
One of the men pistols whips Stringer and yells In Spanish.
POLICEMAN 2
"You want coca, you got it." Our
government is not happy with you
smuggling our crops, our cocaine.
We want compensation from you. You
owe us millions, we want the money
now. We have two of race cars in our warehouse. They will not be
released until we get our money.
STRINGER
You don't know who you're fucking
with. Tough guys eh? Un-tie me an I'll show you who the fuck'n tough guy is.
The Policemen begin beating Stringer. Morris and Rocco burst into the room. The Policeman draw their pistols, Morris whirls and kicks one in the head.  Rocco unties Stringer, Morris picks up the downed policeman and uses him as a shield. Stringer, Morris and Rocco escape.
Stringer, get’s into the First SUV steps on it. Barrels through the warehouse door. Morris and Rocco race out of the warehouse and drive off in the second SUV. They throw their passenger out in front of three pickup trucks that are now chasing both SUV’s.
ROCCO
Are you ready for this?
Morris passes the a pistol to Rocco  Stringer leads interference. Cars crashing bullets fly. The two SUV’s are headed for the airport.  A private jet provided by Colonel Hackman is waiting on the tarmac.



Episode 5
“An Ungodly Mess”
INT. BOLIVIA - PRIVATE JET -  EVENING
Safely on board,
STRINGER
What the fuck where you two doing?
MORRIS
Let’s get serious mate, what the hell were you doing?
STRINGER
I can handle it. I can handle it!
ROCCO
Handle what?
STRINGER
I told them to fuck off. "You will
sell our cocaine". They'll kill
Sandi if I didn’t cooperate.
I've got friends in the UK that
love their fucking cocaine, so I
made a deal with these assholes.

STRINGER (CONT’D)
I've been shipping cocaine in my
Formula One cars. Big deal!
EXT - LA PAZ AIRPORT - NIGHT
Stringer, Morris, Rocco arrive at the airport
INT. BOLIVIA - AIRPORT - EVENING
Stringer hangs behind waiting for a flight to LA, Rocco is waiting for a flight to Rome, Stringer boards a flight to London.
INT: FLIGHT TO EUROPE - LA PAZ - TAKEOFF
Stringer passenger jet takes off, we see Stringer starring intently out of the airplane window. His phone rings. His drug partner Brian calls.
BRIAN
SCOTLAND YARD is crawling all over
the block. They're looking for your flat.
STRINGER
Into cell phone Whatever you do, do not let them get close. You know what to do. Get the car warmed up and meet me at the flat. Look for my cab, I’ll be out in a flash.
                                              FADE IN 
INT: LONDON - SCOTLAND YARD - HEARING ROOM
The TWO INVESTIGATORS are seen walking into a government office building. They enter through two large front doors walk briskly through the lobby. Enter a conference room.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
The woman enters enters the goverment building, her foot steps echo through hall. She walks to the interrogation table. She places the file folder on a table in front of, Lead Investigator, MR. LOWELL (40’s, frumpy suit, serious.) He nods to the woman. She exits.
MR. LOWELL looks across the table at DAVID HALL (Handsome, 50, well dressed.)
Investigators are in a tense meeting.
INVESTIGATOR ONE
Information came to the Customs and
Excise that two people named MANLEY
and O'Hara were dealing in large
quantities of cocaine. They were establishing an "importation drug ring."
Manley and O'Hara were two small
time dealers. Their main supplier
we've identified is an old British
Special Forces Commando, Nick Stringer.
INVESTIGATOR TWO
How did our surveillance of
Stringer’s yacht in Monaco Harbor
work.
INVESTIGATOR ONE
Let's just say we had a problem.
Stringer had a direct link with a
Bolivian cartel that was importing
drugs into the UK. The surveillance
film we got from Monaco was not retrievable.
FADE IN
INT. SCOTLAND YARD - OFFICE- MORNING
Investigators start the meeting.
INVESTIGATOR ONE (CONT’D)
Information came to the Customs and
Excise that two people named MANLEY
and O’HARA were dealing in large
quantities of cocaine. They were
establishing an "importation ring."
Manley and O'Hara were two small
time dealers. Their main supplier
we've identified is an old British
Special Forces Commando, Nick Stringer.
INVESTIGATOR TWO
How did our surveillance of
Stringer’s yacht in Monaco Harbor
work.
INVESTIGATOR ONE
Let's just say we had a problem.
Stringer had a direct link with a
Bolivian cartel that was importing
drugs into the UK. The surveillance
film we got from Monaco doesn't
show anything.
MR. LOWELL
Please state your name for the
record.
DAVID HALL
Davis Gordon Hall.
MR. LOWELL
And in what capacity do you serve
Her Majesty the Queen?
DAVID HALL
I am an Officer of Customs and
Excise at 14 New Fetter Land,
London.
OFFICER OF THE COURT
This session is called to order. I
remind the witnesses you are under
oath.
LOWELL
Please state your name for the
record.
DAVID HALL
David Gordon Hall.
LOWELL
State your position.
DAVID HALL
I am a Customs and Excise Officer
at 14 New Fetter Land London.
LOWELL
State where you were on Monday.
DAVID HALL
At approximately 10 am I
accompanied other customs officers
to 39 Carriage Road, London
DAVID HALL (CONT’D)
The occupant who I now know as Mr.
Julian Brian opened the door.
I cautioned him of rule 11 and
arrested him on suspicion of being
involved in drug smuggling.
LOWELL
What action did you take?
DAVID HALL
Mr. Tarleton and I escorted Mr.
Brian to 109 Bulham Palace Road,
London At this location he went to
a filing cabinet to retrieve a
clear plastic bag containing white
powder.

Lowell picks up a bag marked exhibit A.
LOWELL
Is this the packet he handed to
you?
DAVID HALL
Yes. I asked him what the package
contained. He replied, “Cocaine.”
Brian, 30’s, tall, striking features, wiry hair sits with a blank stare on his face. Lowell turns to face him.
LOWELL
Mr. Brian do you understand your
rights?
BRIAN
Yes.
LOWELL
MR. HALL, when did you last see Mr.
Stringer?
DAVID HALL
On Monday, July of this year at
approximately 10 o’clock, with
other Officers of Customs an
Excise, I went to the premises at
39 Carriage Road, London. I
introduced myself to the occupant
of these premises, a person who I
now know to be Mr. Julian Brian.
I cautioned Mr. Brian rule 11 and
arrested him on suspicion of being
involved in drug smuggling.

Together with Mr. Tarleton, officer
of Customs and Excise I escorted
Mr. Brian to premises at 109
Bulham Palace Toad, London. Mr.
Brian went to a file cabinet and
took a clear plastic bag containing
a white powder from one of the
drawers. He handed this packet to
me which I now produce marked
exhibit A. I asked Mr. Brian what
the package contained. He replied
“Cocaine.”

Brian is sitting across the table from DAVID GORDON HALL. He has a blank stare on his face.
MR. LOWELL
Do you understand your rights, MR.
Brian?
MR. BRIAN
Yes.
MR. LOWELL
When did you last see MR. Stringer?
MR. BRIAN
I want a solicitor, I wish to say
nothing.
MR. ANTHONY STEVENSON
I am an officer of Customs and
Excise at 14 New Fetter Lane,
London.
MR. LOWELL
Mr. Stevenson proceed.
MR. ANTHONY STEVENSON
I saw Mr. Stringer leave his
premises. He approached a Cadillac
motor vehicle, License BYW 651W.
Which was stationary in front of
his residence. Stringer went to
the offside door of the Cadillac,
opened it and got in. I approached
the offside door of the Cadillac
and attempted to open it. I saw Mr.
Stringer in the front passenger
seat and in the driving seat I saw
a man I now know to be Mr. Manley.
At this time the Cadillac’s engine
started and the vehicle reversed a
short distance.
The Cadillac then quickly moved
forward a I saw Mr. Stenson,
officer of Customs and Excise,
lying across the windscreen.
Raw footage of raid and car chase.
INVESTIGATOR ONE (VO)
Our Investigators filmed an
exchange of a white package
allegedly containing cocaine. It
was handed from O'Hara to Stringer.
Stringer arrived in a cab with a

brief case, went into his apartment. Brian was seen driving
by to a spot in Abbotsbury Road
14. Brian appeared waiting for
Stringer. Stringer exited his flat
and switched places with the cab
driver. Police and Customs's
officers surrounded the cab. The
officers identified themselves to
both Stringer, holding their
identity cards on the window of the
car. Stringer floored the
accelerator, our Customs Officer
standing in front of the cab had to
take evasive action, he jumped on
the bonnet.
INVESTIGATOR TWO
The Customs Officer hung on to the
bonnet for some 200 to 300 yards at
a very high speed. Our people
rammed the cab several times and
our man on the bonnet was able to
roll off unhurt. Stringer made good
on his escape with officers in
pursuit. A package estimated to
weigh 1 pound was thrown out the
window of the cab. We took Stringer
girlfriend back to our office for
interrogation. Stringer escaped we
have no idea how, we know that his
ultimate destination was the USA.

The investigators in the room are looking at each other nodding in disbelief.
EXT: LONDON - THE CHASE - AFTERNOON
Brian lives in a flat across from Stringer, he walks out side, he sees THREE YOUNG GIRLS smoking weed in an alley, Brian hands them a wad of money.
The THREE GIRLS walk out of the alley, into the street, and begin stripping, horns are beeping, cars are backing up, STORE OWNERS and RESIDENTS are looking out their windows, the SCOTLAND YARD OFFICERS are sidetracked.
INVESTIGATORS get a call from their section leader, they rush out of Stringer’s building, down the street, Brian quickly moves to Stringer’s apartment and removes the plastic bags from Stringer floor safe.
Brian leaves the flat, walks across the street and gets in his car. SCOTLAND YARD DETECTIVES detain the GIRLS. They faint ignorance.
EXT. LONDON - STRINGER’S FLAT - AFTERNOON
Stringer lands at LONDON'S HEATHROW takes a cab to his flat. As he approaches, Scotland Yard is escorting Brigitta out the front door of the flat into an unmarked car. Stringer waits for the coast to clear. Then signals BRIAN to park down the street, he's dropped off in front of his flat.
Stringer gets out of the cab, runs up the stairs to his residence, the flat has been ransacked by SCOTLAND YARD DETECTIVES, he pulls up hallway floorboards covering a safe.
Stringer opens the safe and pulls out a duffel bag with cash and plastic bags filled with cocaine.
Stringer walks to his window, sees a black Escort and a black BMW. Stringer runs down stairs.
Brian is gunning their get-a-way car. Stringer jumps in. The chase is on. The AGENTS in the black Escort drive slowly by Stringer’s Cadillac. They see Stringer in the passenger seat. The Escort quickly U-turns back to the Cadillac.
SCOTLAND YARD CUSTOMS OFFICER
Climb up his ass.
Brian hits the gas, the Agent in the passenger side of BMW b jumps out, he's behind the Cadillac, he runs around to the front of the Cadillac cab presses his I.D. card against the passenger side window as the Cadillac speeds away.
Brian slams the Cadillac into reverse smashes into the BMW. Switches back to drive and speeds forward. The agent jumps back in the BMW passenger seat.
The Agent’s BMW front end is smashed. The Agents’s are trying to restart the car. The BMW starts. The damaged BMW tailgates Brian’s Cadillac. Brian slams on the breaks, the BMW is knocked spinning.
AGENT 1 DRIVER
Son of a bitch.
With his front tires spinning wildly Brian fights to straighten the Cadillac as the Escort tries to box Brian. Brian circles around the Escort and speeds off.
A young Bike rider is crossing the intersection, Brian slams on the breaks, narrowly missing the Bike rider. Another Scotland Yard vehicle appears trying to cut Brian off.
An agent jumps out of the vehicle runs between the Bike Rider and the cab, waving his arms yelling for Brian to stop, pounding on the bonnet, Brian is determined, hit's the accelerator, the AGENT jumps on the bonnet of the Brian’s car. Brian, jumps the curb and circles around the Bike Rider, the agent is face down holding onto the wiper blades. Brian speeds off. The agent is still handing on the “bonnet.” As Brian speeds off, Stringer rolls down the windows and throws out bags of cocaine.
Brian turns right on Holland Park, the Escort rams the rear side, causing the Cadillac to broad side across Holland Park avenue forcing the Agents car into a wall.
The Cadillac screetches to a halt. The AGENT rolls off the hood and runs back to the passenger door. The Agent peers into the front seat and sees Stringer and Brian. The agent can’t open the locked passenger door. Brian again floors it. After more than a mile of a high speed driving through side streets and signals, Brian loses the Escort and BMW.
Brian stops in front of a clothing shop outside of London. Stringer jumps out. Brian speeds off.
STRINGER
Thanks mate, we will be talking.
Stringer walks into an upscale clothing store, customers are shopping, Stringer takes a long overcoat off the rack, puts it walks out the back door. Stringer’s in a phone booth, looks at his watch, calls Morris. Morris’s cell phone buzzes, it's Stringer. Morris and Sandi are in bed.
INT: LOS ANGELES - HOTEL ROOM - MORNING
Phone rings it’s Stringer.
MORRIS
What's up mate?
Stringer hears static on the line, it must be Scotland Yard.
STRINGER
I'll make it fast, The worst
possible thing has happened. Can't
talk mate, will be in touch!
Sandi hears the commotion, and rolls over. Morris stares at the ceiling.
INT. SCOTLAND YARD - INTERROGATION - AFTERNOON
Brigitta is under SCOTLAND YARD custody. She’s charged as an accessory for the importation of illegal drugs.
INT. SCOTLAND YARD - ROOM 501B - AFTERNOON
Brigitta gets out of an elevator accompanied by SCOTLAND YARD AGENT KEEGAN. Keegan leads her into an interragation room. Brigitta is calm.
AGENT KEEGAN
Please have a seat.
Reads her rule 11 rights in a stern voice he asks

“You do not have to say anything.
But, it may harm your defence if
you do not mention when questioned
something which you later rely on
in court. Anything you do say may
be given in evidence.”
Where is Mr. Stringer?
BRIGITTA
I don't know.
AGENT KEEGAN
An officer has been injured, this
is a serious matter, where is he?
BRIGITTA
I hope the officer is not seriously
hurt.
AGENT KEEGAN
He'll be fine. Have you been told
why you are here?
BRIGITTA
Yes.
AGENT KEEGAN
Do you wish to make your own
position clear in this matter?
BRIGITTA
I have no idea why you are looking
for Stringer.
AGENT KEEGAN
Look, We need to know were Stringer
is. What type of people would he be
with at a time like this?
BRIGITTA
I don't know.
AGENT KEEGAN
What did Stringer do for a living
to support you?

BRIGITTA
Why do you ask? Stringer has lots
of friends, and he's involved in
different things. He never talks
about business around me.
AGENT KEEGAN
Keegan appears irritated.
Your telling me, you never asked
him what type of business he was
in?
BRIGITTA
Oh yes, I asked, he would just say
what you don't know won't hurt you!
AGENT KEEGAN
What you don't know won't hurt you,
is that right?
BRIGITTA
It sounds silly, but I had no
reason to doubt him.
AGENT KEEGAN
He traveled a lot to South America,
did he ever mention any names of
people he did business with in
Bolivia?
BRIGITTA
It was business, he never spoke to
me about business.
AGENT KEEGAN
What are Mr. Stringer’s connections
with motor racing?
BRIGITTA
He said motor racing is so
expensive, people are always
looking for money.
AGENT KEEGAN
Have you traveled abroad with Mr.
Stringer?
BRIGITTA
Yes Europe, North and South
America.
AGENT KEEGAN
You mixed with high society and had
many friends.
BRIGITTA
Yes that's true.
AGENT KEEGAN
Please do not leave London until
this investigation is completed.
You are free to leave.
A World Wide Alert for Nick Stringer, armed and dangerous is issued by INTERPOL. An International Criminal Police Organization.
EXT. MONACO - ARROWS YACHT - AFTERNOON
Morris is in Monaco. He’s deep in thought having a drink on “Arrows’s,” waiting for a call or message from Stringer. Satellites searching for Stringers signal.
Cell phone message
STRINGER
Meet me at Table 14 at 11 am in two
days.
Table 14 is a table in a beach side restaurant in Ventimiglia, outside of San Remo.
EXT. SAN REMO - RESTAURANT - MORNING
Stringer and Rocco are sitting at an outside table watching kite surfers they look around to make sure their not followed. Stringer glides to the beach in front of the restaurant. He packs his surfing equipment on top of a rental car. Stringer’s color has a beard and different color hair. Crosses the street.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
They’ve got Brigitta. I'm sorry everyone is involved in this shit storm, I need your help.
MORRIS
You got it, what do you need?
STRINGER
I need an American Passport.
Interpol is looking for me, the
Americans are slow to catch up with
information.
ROCCO
Meet me in two days, at 11, in
front of Angelo’s across the street
from the Rome Termini Central train
station.
STRINGER
I've already contacted my friends
in Israel, we're setting up a
private jet to America sometime in
the next six weeks.
MORRIS
I'll be in New York, about the same
time. Let's make contact. I'll see
what the Brits are up to, we may be
able to turn this around.
ROCCO
I'll see you in two days.
Morris and Rocco walk to their car and drive off.


Episode 6
“Bait and Switch”
EXT. ROME - TRAIN STATION - BILLET 16
A Genoa Express arrives. We see Stringer dressed in a  sweatshirt and jeans. He melts into the crowd leaving the train, walks out the Rome train station and walks across the street to Angelo’s.
INT: ROME - ANGELO'S - AFTERNOON
Stringer walks to the counter. Rocco is buying rolls and coffee. The rolls are delivered in bag, Stringer orders a roll, the bag arrives, they switch bags, not acknowledging each other. A slight brush of elbows and Stringer leaves Angelo’s.
EXT. SOUTH AFRICA - MORNING
Stringer is walking down the main street of Cape Town, and sees a poster reading "Bad Ass Cage Fighting." Beat the champ. Win 5000 Euros. Stringer hails a cab arrives at 210 in  a slum area on the outskirts of CAPE TOWN.
INT. SLUM - OLD BUILDING - EVENING
An old man points Stringer down the hall to a counter at the end of the dilapidated hallway.
OLD MAN
Do You come to fight the champ?
STRINGER
You bet mate, what time?
OLD MAN
10 tonight, you pay me 300 Euros to
fight.
STRINGER
That's a bit steep old man.
OLD MAN
You pay me 300 Euros, be here at 10
tonight.
Stringer hands the old man 300 Euros.
Stringer sees OLD WOMAN with Two other Old WOMEN getting off a street car. The Women are accosted at gunpoint by TWO YOUNG THUGS. The Women are defiant.
OLD WOMAN 1
I have no money.
THUG 1
Old lady, I want your purse.
OLD WOMAN 1
No.
The other Two Women, hold onto old Woman 1 and try to pull her away from the thugs. THUG 1 begins to frisk OLD LADY 1 and finds a cell phone in her bra. He takes it from her.
THUG 1
What else do you have Old Woman?
The three women begin to sob mumbling poverty. Stringer observes from a few feet away. THUG 1 AND 2 hear the warble of sirens. They run toward Stringer, he trips them as they run by, they fall on each other.
Stringer grabs the cell phone from Thug 1's pocket. He gives the phone back to the Old Lady 1, They see fire in Stringer’s eyes, they appeared scared, the three women stand over the thugs hitting them with their bags. Bystanders join in. The police arrive. Stringer leaves the scene.
EXT. SOUTH AFRICA - CAPETOWN - EVENING
Tonight the CAPOERIA CHAMP (Capoeira an Afro-Brazilian art form that combines elements of martial arts, music, and dance.  The CHAMP will fight 5 OPPONENTS separately Stringer will be the last. A large crowd gathers around the fight floor, jostling and pushing to get a better view of the action. Small fights erupt in the middle of the crowded room. Stringer is ready.
The CHAMP defeats the each of the FOUR CHALLENGERS.
Stringer is next. The Champ appears fresh and confident, high fives spectators, parades for Stringer performing acrobatic cartwheels, feints, sweeps, kicks, and body throws. The Champ circles the shirtless Stringer. The Champ back flips then kips into Stringer. Stringer throws one punch to the CHAMP'S throat, the Champ is down, and slumps over in the middle of the ring. The crowd goes crazy, Stringer collects his winnings, and leaves.
EXT. CAPE TOWN - AIRPORT - MORNING
Stringer boards an unmarked MOSSAD private jet bound for NEWARK AIRPORT. The jet lands at back shipping area of NEWARK AIRPORT.


EXT. NEWARK AIRPORT - AFTERNOON
Stringer, outside the AIRPORT hails a cab.  Stringer’s dropped off in a busy area of MANHATTAN. Stringer is walks to an old retired British Commando's apartment in downtown MANHATTAN.
EXT. NEW YORK - MANHATTAN - MORNING
Morris and Rocco are sitting inside Colonel Hackman’s office.
COLONEL HACKMAN
Stringer’s in New York.
Morris and Rocco are shocked.
MORRIS
Where can we find him?
COLONEL HACKMAN
(Hands them a note with the address.)
Don't know, better get to him
before the Secret Service.
ROCCO
Let's get out of here.
COLONEL HACKMAN
The President is speaking at the
U.N., tomorrow. The Secret Service
is combing each building on the
President’s route from the airport.
MORRIS
If they find Stringer first, we're
screwed!
COLONEL HACKMAN
Do what you have to do, you did
not, I repeat did not, get any
information from me! The Bolivian President is in town his people will be looking for Stringer. Let’s find him first.
EXT. MANHATTAN - PRESIDENTS ROUTE - AFTERNOON
SECRET SERVICE AGENTS comb the Presidents route. SECRET SERVICE sets up SNIPER POSTS on rooftops. Stringer and his FRIENDS are having lunch in their apartment on the President’s route to the UNITED NATIONS.
INT. MANHATTAN - APARTMENT - NOON - MORNING
Stringer is sits at a table with his old commando friend RUPERT STEWART, from his QUEENS SPECIAL FORCES days in the BRITISH MILITARY.
RUPERT
You’re making headlines all over
UK.  Scotland Yard is
one step behind you.
STRINGER
They're making it tough on Sandi,
I haven't seen her for months.
Two Secret Service Agents, enter his building, a buzzer alerts Rupert someone is on the ground level.
RUPERT’S GIRLFRIEND
Looks at the TV monitor from the downstairs foyer.
I'm afraid we have visitors.
Stringer walks over to the monitor and recognizes the problem.
STRINGER
See you mates! Thanks for your
hospitality.

Stringer leaves through the back door onto roof.
Satellite’s are now hovering over the Presidents route. Somewhere in a command room at CIA Headquarters in Langley, computer analysts see commotion on the President’s route.
Phone calls are made to bolster protection for the President.
NYPD SWAT, Federal FBI Agents, rush to help the Secret Service.
EXT. NEW YORK - THIRD FLOOR ROOFTOP -- AFTERNOON
He's now moving quickly. Stringer races across rooftops. Occasionally stopping for a peek to check if he's evaded the Secret Service. He sees his two friends in handcuffs escorted to a secret service car.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Shit!
He keeps a fast pace from rooftop to rooftop. Stringer finds a building that is being refurbished, climbs down a ladder two the third floor. The Secret Service is checking every door and fire escape. Stringer is jumping rooftops, he finds a building under construction,  runs down two flights, quietly walks out of the front door. Breaks into an SUV, hot wires,  bumps forward and backward, sets off car alarms.
EXT. MANHATTAN - CAR CHASE - AFTERNOON
An agent spots Stringer radios for help. Stringer’s in a traffic jam. He cuts sharply and drives up on the sidewalk. Avoiding people as he hits trash cans, maneuvers back onto the street, making a right turn at the nearest intersection. Another Secret Service Agent spots Stringer speeding the wrong way down a one way street.
The Agent pursues. He’s behind Stringer. Calls in his location. The agent accelerates and nudges Stringer’s  back fender. Stringer sideswipes several cars. He breaks, the Agent tries to react, too late. The Agent hits a parked car. Stringer speeds away. The Agent radios for help. An other Secret Service car races the wrong way on the street, gets trapped by the onrushing traffic. Stringer jumps out of the SUV. Walks unnoticed to the corner. His luck's changed.
EXT. NEW YORK - FUNERAL PROCESSION - AFTERNOON
RENT-A-COPS have stopped traffic for a funeral procession.
The PASSENGERS in the front Limo can be seen weeping, while six limos follow behind in procession. The first limo passes the intersection, Stringer slaps at the front passenger window, signals the driver to let him in, the door unlocks.
EXT: INSIDE THE LIMO - AFTERNOON
The two police escorts move quickly past the funeral procession to block the next intersection.
INT: NEW YORK - FUNERAL INSIDE THE LIMO - AFTERNOON
Stringer, a priest, and two well dressed men in their 70's are sitting in the back seat. Drying their eyes, what is Stringer doing in the car.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
Sorry about being late, my condolences to the family.
JOSEPHINE LIMO PASSENGER
Broken English Sobbing.
He was a good man. They called him “Cherry Nose” they tried to make fun of Vito. He helped everybody. Vito took care of his own, it was too bad his bodyguards could not stop the execution. Vito told them he didn’t know nothing. They didn’t believe him. Vito was like that Hood, you know Robin Hood. He was rich and gave to the poor.
STRINGER
He was a man everyone loved.
JOSEPHINE
I was there I saw everything.
JOSEPHINE’S BROTHER
Hey, Josephine, you didn’t see nuttin!
The FUNERAL PROCESSION is headed to the QUEENS ST. JOHNS CEMETERY burial grounds for Mafia chieftains. Stringer recognizes one of the streets. Asks the driver to stop. Stuffs money in the limo drivers pocket.
EXT. BROOKLYN - LOMBARDO'S - AFTERNOON
Morris and Rocco jump out of a cab in front of LOMBARDO'S.



Episode 7
“You only Live Twice”
INT. BROOKLYN - LOMBARDO'S - AFTERNOON
Stringer’s waiting in the back booth. Morris and Rocco him.
MORRIS
You slipped, the Secret Service,
Police Helicopters, You're a lucky
man.
STRINGER
I need a few more days, and I think
I can get this behind me.
ROCCO
What's next?
STRINGER
What’s was the name of the crazy
bastard that was leader of the Baby
Cojones gang.
MORRIS
You mean, Noodge.
STRINGER
Yea, that's the guy!
EXT. BROOKLYN - LOMBARDO'S - AFTERNOON
Stringer, Rocco and Morris walk out of LOMBARDO'S, jump into a CAB, and Noodge is behind the wheel.
NOODGE
Stringer, You owe me one!
Morris and Rocco get out at the next intersection.
EXT. NEW YORK - JFK - AFTERNOON
THREE HITMEN in black suits, with carry-on luggage exit a flight from SOUTH AMERICA.
The Hitmen walk quietly past customs, they have political immunity. The three men walk through the AIRPORT and outside to a waiting black four door Mercedes. The three Hitmen have instructions from high government officials to settle a score with Stringer.
Colonel Hackman has promised Federal authorities, Stringer will cooperate as a Federal Witness against the drug cartel in BOLIVIA.
Bolivian President is not happy with Stringer cooperating with Federal Authorities.
He orders a hit on Stringer.
INT. BROOKLYN - CAB - AFTERNOON
Noodge is texting, while driving the cab.
STRINGER
Thanks, old chap.
Stringer watches Noodge Text, Noodge is very nervous.
NOODGE
We're almost there.
STRINGER
Where's there?
Stringer looks down at his cell phone, there's a message from Morris.
CELL PHONE MESSAGE
Noodge is working for the cartel.
Stringer looks out the back window and observes a black Mercedes shadowing the cab.
NOODGE
Noodge is driving and talking while looking in the rear view mirror. How long have we known each other Stringer?
STRINGER
Long enough to know you don't fuck
with me Noodge.
NOODGE
I was afraid you would say that.
Stringer looks out the back window of the CAB, a Black Mercedes is dangerously close.
STRINGER
Your setting me up Noodge. Next corner make a quick left.
NOODGE
Why?
STRINGER
Just fuck'n do what I say mate or I’ll blow your head off ! Just do it.
Noodge slams his palm against the steering wheel, he knows nothing good will be coming next. Next corner the cab turns right. The Mercedes is on his ass.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You wouldn't be working with the
Bolivian Cartel, would you mate?
NOODGE
I have no idea what you're talking
about.
Stringer pulls out a handgun.
STRINGER
Let's try that again mate, are you
working with the Bolivian Cartel?
Ok mate, do what I say or you are a
dead man, understand?
NOODGE
Ah, Look man, I got nothing to do with this.
STRINGER
Step on it, make a left into that
parking structure.
The Mercedes follows. The CAB races through the first floor headed for the second level. The BOLIVIANS in the Mercedes open fire. The Mercedes stops for a car backing out.
NOODGE
Man, I don't know how they found
out.
BOLIVIAN HITMAN
On his cell phone with the BOLIVIAN EMBASSY in NEW YORK.
This is RICARDO, put me through to
the President.
The secretary at the BOLIVIAN EMBASSY.
BOLIVIAN PRESIDENT
Speaks on his cell phone.
have you completed your work?

BOLIVIAN HITMAN
Into cellphone
He will be dead within the next few
minutes.
Now the two cars are traveling quickly through the parking structure.
NOODGE
What are we doing?
STRINGER
So you get your drugs from Bolivia,
eh Mate?
NOODGE
What do you mean?
STRINGER
Stop the cab, asshole. Only one man can save you certain death sorry to say I’m not that man, Get out!
The cab stops. Stringer jumps out, opens the drivers door. He drags Noodge out of the drivers seat, throws him out into the path of the Mercedes.
NOODGE
What the Fuck man?
STRINGER
Don't play with me, shit head.
The Mercedes hits Noodge, sends him flying, second Hitman in the Mercedes opens the back passenger door, Noodge is pasted against a parked car, the Hitman grabs a bloody Noodge and throws him into the back seat.
Stringer is now driving the cab. Stringer slams the cab into drive, ricochets off of parked cars. Pedal to the metal he accelerates. The BOLIVIAN Hitman open fire. The driver steps on the accelerator. And speeds up to the next floor.

HITMAN 1
Grabs Noodge.
You're no good to us, we need Stringer dead.
Hitman 1 puts a bullet in Noodge’s head. The BOLIVIANS have floored it and are seconds behind Stringer. Stringer speeds to the top floor of the parking structure finds a blind spot. Puts the car in reverse and quickly parks, facing the guard rail, waiting for the Mercedes.
The Mercedes speeds up to the top floor, Stringer floors the cab into the drivers side passenger doors. The BOLIVIANS are defenseless as Stringers car torpedoes into the side of the Mercedes. The THREE BOLIVIAN Hitmen recover from the initial collision and now have barrels blazing targeting Stringer, he backs up then accelerates again.
The side of the Mercedes is smashed in, the crunch of metal is heard, side windows, back windows, air bags exploding, as Stringer crashes into the Mercedes, once twice three times
The Hitmen are trapped, screeching metal, glass shatters, and air-bags explode. The airbag crushes the driver in the front seat. The drivers foot is stuck to the accelerator. Tires are burning, wheels are spinning, flames erupt. Stringer pushes the Mercedes through guard rail.
STRINGER
Buckle Your seat belts Mates and
kiss your bums goodbye!
The Mercedes lands on the top of cars in a vacant lot below catches fire and blows up. Stringer’s vehicle hangs over the rail by a thread. Stringer exits,  pats the roof, gives it a nudge, the cab falls three stories next to the burning Mercedes.
Stringer moves quickly down to the floor below, breaks the driver side window of a sports car with his elbow, hot wires the car, and drives down the three floors back to the exit. Stringer is home free, calmly drives off.
Fire trucks and Paramedics with sirens wailing speed past Stringer coming from the opposite direction. Stringer drives a few blocks, parks the car, grabs a bus to New York Harbor.

Episode 8
“A Plan without a plan”
EXT. NEW YORK - HARBOR - AFTERNOON
Stringer enters the SAMMY’S slum hotel.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
You are a welcome sight, Mate.
SAMMY
Got a room for you on the third
floor.
He flips Stringer the keys.
SAMMY (CONT’D)
I'll tell Colonel Hackman you're
here.
EXT. MANHATTAN - BOLIVIAN EMBASSY - AFTERNOON
BOLIVIAN PRESIDENT
We have to clean up this mess.

BOLIVIAN CHIEF OF STAFF
We know that Stringer has partners,
They will protect him.
BOLIVIAN PRESIDENT
If this get's back to our people,
we are finished. Do you know where
Stringer is right now?
BOLIVIAN CHIEF OF STAFF
We are checking all of the Secret
Service communications and should
know soon.
BOLIVIAN PRESIDENT
Don't come back unless you have
finished the job.
THE CHIEF OF STAFF nods approval and leaves the PRESIDENTS office.
Stringer, Morris and Rocco are having lunch at LOMBARDO’S.  Stringer checks his cell phone, It’s a message from Sammy.
CELL PHONE MESSAGE
"I have a package for you."
STRINGER
Let's move it.
Stringer throws money down on the table, and they leave LOMBARDO'S. Stringer, Morris and Rocco are outside of LOMBARDO'S. The VALET drives up in their rent-a-car. They tip and get in Stringer drives.
ROCCO
Tell me the plan.
MORRIS
The plan? I got no plan, Colonel
Hackman is working on a plan.
The Colonel’s working with the
State Department they’re trying to
get Stringer immunity. Scotland
Yard is not cooperating.
ROCCO
Behind us, I think we have
visitors.
STRINGER
This should be interesting.
Stringer sets the car in motion. Moving slow to fast.
A BLACK VAN has made a U-turn behind Stringer’s car. Stringer turns right into an alley. Stringer gets the car turned around. The VAN moves fast. Six Hitmen ready their weapons. The DRIVER’s loses Stringer. As the Van drives past the alley, Stringer floors his vehicle and clips the back of the Van, spins it around into oncoming traffic.
Stringer backs into the alley away from surveillance cameras. Stringer, Morris and Rocco jump out of the rental car. The Vans doors s open, three armed men begin shooting at Stringer, Morris and Rocco. The van is now moving again headed at Stringer, Morris and Rocco. Rocco shoots at the windshield then the front tires. The tire explodes and the Van suddenly veers left and slams into a parked car then hits the curb smashing into a street vendors display.
A NEW YORK CITY BUS makes a left turn off of a busy side street and is traveling toward the scene, Stringer and Rocco take cover hiding along the side of the bus.
The BOLIVIAN Hitmen look for Stringer, Morris and Rocco. The bus has stopped. The Hitman are cautiously moving around the bus, one Hitman is now moving around to the back, the passengers are peering out the windows in horror. Rocco is crouched looking under the bus tying to pick off two Hitman. Stringer looks back at Rocco, Rocco signals that one of the Hitman is now at the back of the bus, Stringer sees movement behind the bus, shoots. One hitman dead.
Rocco, takes dead aim at the two hitmen from under the bus. Rocco shoots for their legs, misses, the ricochet off the pavement hits one of the Hitman’s legs. He keels over in pain, Rocco gets a clean shot at the other Hitman’s foot, a direct hit. The Hitman screams in pain both are side by side moaning in agony. They limp as the try to circle to the front of the bus, Stringer waiting, takes dead aim. Both hitmen dead.
Stringer, Morris and Rocco sprint back to the alley where their car is hidden. Back up turn the car an exit on a back street and speed away.
INT. BOLIVIAN EMBASSY NEW YORK - AFTERNOON
The BOLIVIAN PRESIDENTS secretary rushes into the PRESIDENTS office.
SECRETARY
You have to see this, Mr.
President.
PRESIDENT
The secretary turns on the TV set.
FOX NEWS
"Witnesses are reporting a gangland
shooting on the corner of 15TH and
Broadway. From what we understand,
more than 6 men jumped out of a van
and began shooting wildly. As you
can see the van has rested on the
sidewalk after smashing into
several cars. It appears this was
an assassination attempt. We are
still trying to dig up more
information. What we know is six
men are dead, and police have
cordoned off the area. Traffic is
at a standstill.
This is John Gillete reporting live
from Downtown Manhattan.
Morris and Rocco, drop Stringer off in front of SAMMY’S Harbor front hotel. The rental is left on the street.


Episode 9
“Zero Option”
EXT. NEW YORK - SECRETARY PICK UP - AFTERNOON
KELLY O'DAY
You two know how to make a splash
on Broadway. You've been all over
the news.
ROCCO
Do you want to be my agent?
KELLY O'DAY
I'd be known as the Agent to the
Secret Agents, no way!
They pull into a parking structure, board an elevator to the 56th floor. Morris, Rocco, the secretary walk down the hall to MANHATTAN IMPORT EXPORT OFFICES.
They walk into Colonel Hackman’s office and sit down.
COLONEL HACKMAN
We have a problem with SCOTLAND
YARD. They want a piece of
Stringer’s ass. The CIA is willing
to play ball but the Brits are
making it tough.
Stringer has to spend some time
here in NEW YORK at the Federal
Lockup. He'll be extradited back to
the UK and all we can do is to give
him all the information they need
for leniency.
ROCCO
That’s not going to work.
MORRIS
What about the Bolivians, they have
to pay for this, it stinks from he
top down.
COLONEL HACKMAN
The Bolivian President has an escort out of the country. It's a delicate situation.
MORRIS
Colonel, with all due respect, I
have a idea that would work for
everyone. After I talk to Stringer,
I'll map it out for you.
COLONEL HACKMAN
Deal!
Morris and Rocco walk out of Colonel Hackman’s office.
ROCCO
You want to let me in on this great
idea?
Goodbye's to Hackman’s secretary, out the door to the elevator.
MORRIS
Idea? I have no fucking idea, let's
get over to Sammy’s.
They leave through the underground parking lot. Brigitta in Monte Carlo is speaking to Stringer on the phone from the yacht. She can hear clicks, from SCOTLAND YARD satellite tracking, she talks fast.
STRINGER
I'll see you soon.
Stringer takes a cab to SAMMY’S hotel on New York waterfront.
SAMMY
I've got a room on the sixth floor.
Sammy throws a ring of keys toward Stringer,
STRINGER
Right, thanks Sammy.
Catches the keys in flight and rushes up to the sixth floor hotel room. Stringer and Rocco enter Sammy’s Hotel, Sammy signals upstairs, the two rush up to Stringer’s Hotel room.
STRINGER (CONT’D)
This better be good.
MORRIS
Just listen and follow directions.
ROCCO
Looks at Morris
I thought you had a plan.
MORRIS
Fuck off Rocco, let me think!
MORRIS (CONT’D)
Does the Colonel know that I'll
testify against these assholes.
If you testify that would blow our
cover and the Colonel doesn't need
the publicity.
STRINGER
What about Scotland Yard?
MORRIS
That's something we've got to work
on. Ok, here's the plan.

EXT. NEW YORK - FEDERAL BUILDING - AFTERNOON
Colonel Hackman’s Secretary drives Stringer to the FEDERAL BUILDING. FEDERAL MARSHALS and SCOTLAND YARD AGENTS are standing on the steps awaiting Stringer’s surrender.
Hackman’s Secretary pulls up to the curb, two Black vans pull up behind her. Gunmen in ski masks dressed in black jump out of each van. They surround the Secretary’s car, they point their UZI'S up. Short blasts divert everyone's attention.
They pull Stringer out of the car, pour gasoline on him. Flames shoot up, Stringer’s on fire.
The Secretary’s van speeds off. Federal and Scotland Yard agents rush to save Stringer.  Stringer’s body explodes. Blood and body parts everywhere.
A street sweeper, traveling across the intersection drives though the bloody mess, squirting street cleaning fluids. Nothing is left.
Tommy, the bartender drives in the first van. He takes off his black mask as he speeds off. The FEDERAL AGENTS are in disbelief.
EXT. AERIAL - MONTE CARLO HARBOR - AFTERNOON
An aerial of the starting grid for the MONACO. GRAND PRIX.
INT: MONACO - AUDI PACE CAR - NOON
FORMULA ONE cars slide side to side heating their tires, as they ready for the start of the Monaco Grand Prix.
EXT: MONACO - HAIRPIN TURN BEFORE TUNNEL - NOON.
The racers enter and exit the tunnel, engines screaming.
EXT: MONACO - BLVD.LOUIS 11 - PRESIDENT KENNEDY BLVD - NOON
The racers sling shot out of the tunnel onto Boulevard Louis 11, along the President Kennedy Boulevard, the racers twist past the chicayne, as their the cars speed toward the Harbor Pool.
EXT: MONACO HARBOR - OUTER WALL - AFTERNOON
The Yacht "Arrows slips out of Monaco Harbor." Morris, Sandi,  Rocco, and Juliana sip beverages on the lower deck and Stringer rubs suntan oil on a topless Sandi. The yacht 'ARROWS' moves slowly out to sea. Heading south toward the AMALFI COAST.



Episode 10
“No Way Marseille”
EXT. NEW YORK - TWO DAYS LATER - AFTERNOON
STRINGER, MORRIS and ROCCO arrive in New York.
INT. MANHATTAN - COLONEL HACKMAN'S OFFICE - AFTERNOON
The RECEPTIONIST walks them into COLONEL HACKMAN'S office. They shake hands and they sit around 's desk.
COLONEL HACKMAN
This is a MUSSAD action code named OPERATION SPHINX. The IRANIANS have been secretly receiving nuclear component.
You will receive further orders from me. Check your cell phone for further instructions.
STRINGER
Have any idea what MUSSAD wants us to do?
COLONEL HACKMAN
All I can tell you now is we've been watching this French company's been constructing a reactor. Right now the cores are on their way to MARSEILLES HARBOR
ROCCO
What's the final destination
COLONEL HACKMAN
IRAN by way of SYRIA. This is the last piece of their nuclear weapon puzzle. If they succeed, Israel is history.
EXT. MARSEILLES HARBOR - EVENING
We see a four door pickup truck towing a small fishing boat on a private road one mile from MARSEILLES HARBOR. On closer look STRINGER is driving, MORRIS and ROCCO are passengers.
Scuba gear is hidden under a tarp and a package of explosives designed for underwater demolition is covered in a duffel bag. They arrive on a back road to a private beach.
The boat is launched, the three men under cover of darkness motor out close enough to the HARBOR so they can be undetected.
MORRIS slips on his wet suit, diving equipment,
Attaches a pack to his belt holding the explosives and swims underwater to the target.
EXT. MARSEILLE HARBOR - NOON
Tractors moving containers onto trucks, large cranes are moving containers on and off ships anchored in the harbor Morris 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 TV security cameras. MORRIS approaches the barge from underwater.
We see TWO GUARDS smoking cigarettes, walking back and forth the length of the barge.
INT. WATER - UNDERNEATH BARGE - EVENING
MORRIS spots underwater surveillance equipment underneath the barge. MORRIS moves with the cameras and avoids detection. As MORRIS approaches, in the distance, MORRIS sees the shadow of a GUARD in scuba gear with a spear gun.
MORRIS methodically plants the explosives, the underwater guard spots MORRIS, shoots, misses, confused, the GUARD loads another spear, MORRIS appears behind the guard, and grabs the guards arms, turns the spear gun back onto the GUARD, pulls the trigger. The spear enters the GUARDS abdomen and the spear arrow appears sticking out of the back of the guard.
MORRIS then finishes planting the plastic underwater explosives then swims back to the waiting fishing boat.
AN HOUR LATER
EXT. MARSEILLES HARBOR - EVENING
We see MORRIS board the waiting fishing boat, STRINGER dials his disposable cell phone ignites the explosives, explosions in Marseilles Harbor.
We see the trio drive down the road with explosions in the background.
The next day the newspaper, LE OPINION, Front Page Headline, "Terrorists Explode Iranian Barge in Marseilles Harbor.

Back Story

Stringer “Back Story”

                 The Queens Extradition

                 Written by Mike Colonna
                   
                      714-747-5670

                      WGA  1798945


I met Doug (Morris) during Grand Prix week in Monte Carlo in the early 80’s.  Whitey Littlefield, a good friend and avid Formula One racing fan led our group. Whitey worked for Frank Sinatra and was connected with the Hollywood crowd.

Our base was the glamorous Lowe’s Hotel overlooking the Monaco Harbor and the Grand Prix’s famous “hairpin” curve.

Whitey, my friend John and I left the hotel one afternoon, took a cab to Monaco Harbor.  Whitey wanted us to meet an old friend.  During the cab ride Whitey described Doug (Morris) as a mercenary who had run intelligence operations for Israel, England’s MI-5, and the CIA. Doug had recently returned from an operation in South Africa. He and two others were dropped off on a hilltop, their mission was to kill diamond smugglers. Every piece of equipment recovered was worth thousands.  I imagine Doug kept a few diamonds for himself.

The cab arrived at the Harbor, we walked to Doug’s (Morris) yacht.  Whitey urged us to be on our best behavior.

Doug, early 30’s. Built like a Navy Seal, black hair, trimmed mustache. Bare-chested, was hosing off the main deck, Yolanda his girlfriend, a  statuesque Danish beauty, was on the top deck, topless, enjoying the sunny weather in Monte Carlo.

Doug welcomed us aboard.  We talked about his racing team “Arrows” and were invited to spend time with him and his crew during the time trials.

Doug and I became fast friends.  Doug’s Arrow’s Team was a fixture at the Long Beach Grand Prix.  When he and Yolanda arrived in Southern California they were guests at my beach house in Belmont Shore.  Doug “palled” around with actor Gene Hackman, Ringo Star and George Harrison.  We all became good friends.

No one  asked Doug about his business ventures.  Frankly we did not want to know.  Yolanda had her suspicions but was never in the loop involving Doug’s transactions.


Doug and Yolanda returned to England after spending their time in Long Beach.  Kathy, my future wife, and I were at an Airport hotel spending the weekend getting ready for a flight to Cabo. A phone call woke me out of a deep sleep.  Doug was on the other end, “Mike, I need your help, the worst thing that’s ever happened just happened, I’ll reach you later mate.”  During the phone call, I heard clicks which sounded like our call was being monitored.  Later we learned it was Scotland Yard trying to trace Doug’s whereabouts. I discovered after reading the Queens Extradition Papers, Scotland Yard Customs had raided Doug’s London flat. Doug managed to escape with his friend Brian, who was a former Formula One driver. During the harrowing car chase, one agent was on the hood (bonnet) of Doug’s car holding on to wipers for dear life. Scotland Yard Customs Agents had Doug cornered but Brian eluded the Agents. Doug was finally captured a year later, during a Secret Service sweep preceding our U.S. Presidents visit to the U.N.

His travels while he was on the “lamb” included France, South Africa and with the help of Israel Secret Service he piggybacked on a charter flight back to New York where he thought he was safe.

My friend Nick Stringer, a former Navy Seal, became part of my script after I learned he worked covert jobs for the U.S. Government. Stringer was contracted for overt and covert assignments, transporting known terrorists from Gitmo back to their home countries.  He described some harrowing experiences escorting the “worst of the worst” as some tried to escape during his travels to the Middle East.