OPEN ON A MAN RUNNING. WE ARE1INT. PACKARD PLANT, A TWO BLOCK LONG ASSEMBLY FLOOR - DAYAnd TOMMY KANE is sprinting, the lanyard around his neck with the POLICE BADGE swinging. He's in his late 30s,physically imposing, his brown hair mopped with sweat. Rightnow he's in a bad mood --The man he’s chasing is IAN McGUIRE. His shirt is streakedin blood - not his own. A gun’s in his hand. He is blazingfast… Ahead looms a chain link fence. 10 feet high. Topped with coils of concertina wire.KANE CUTS RIGHT.And with this REVEAL, running behind Kane, another man: hispartner and friend, ALEX CROSS.Cross is the physical opposite of McGuire. He’s got theintimidating momentum of a train; and because he is as wellconditioned as he is huge, he qualifies as a Frigidaire-sizedforce of nature.Not missing a step, McGuire jams his pistol in his pants,vaults the chain link fence, then contorts over the concertina with an acrobatic flip. He lands running.Cross approaches the fence with a different M.O., loweringhis shoulder and BLOWING THE HINGES off the gate.2EXT. PACKARD PLANT - CONTINUOUSCross follows McGuire out the main entrance -- and slows,looking and listening for his prey.Meanwhile, we are absorbing what a MIND-BLOWINGLY MASSIVECOMPLEX this is – a 36 acre ruin, 3.5 million square feet ofdead factory space.Cross reacquires McGuire, running, and then if by magicdropping out of sight.CROSS(on bluetoothed cell)He’s gone underground.3INT. ANOTHER PACKARD BUILDING - CONTINUOUSKane is still running. He’s not surprised.KANERight. See you at the chute.