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CATHERINE ZETA-JONES
(covering face with folders)
Don't shoot, it's me, Catherine
Zeta-Jones! I have some messages for
you!
MICHAEL SCARN
Catherine Zeta-Jones! Didn't I tell you
to knock!?
CATHERINE ZETA-JONES
I'm so sorry! Maybe I can make it up to
you.
CATHERINE ZETA-JONES
The first message is: I love you -
that's from me. (she winks)
MICHAEL SCARN
No, Catherine! I'm an FBI man, I must
not love! It'll only get in the way of
my objectives. Now what's the other
message?
CATHERINE ZETA-JONES
(looking slightly downcast)
The head of the FBI has requested your
presence in the secret base. He says to
make sure you are not followed. It
regards your mortal enemy - (said in a
hoarse whisper) Goldenface.
2.
MICHAEL SCARN
Have they found him!?
CATHERINE ZETA-JONES
I'm sorry, Agent Scarn, I've told you
everything I know.
MICHAEL SCARN
Fine, I'll head out immediately. Oh, and
Catherine? -
CATHERINE ZETA-JONES
(Shocked, but aroused)
..but I thought you must not love?
MICHAEL SCARN
This ain't love, baby!
He kisses her heard. She melts in his arms. After a few seconds,
he lets go and quickly heads for the door, then turns back
towards her.
MICHAEL SCARN
And Catherine?
CATHERINE ZETA-JONES
(still a bit woozy)
Yes, Agent Scarn?
MICHAEL SCARN
Call me Michael - and, uh, clean this
up.
MICHAEL SCARN
TerrorNinjas - time to boogey.
He touches the trunk on the screen. The car speaks to him, with
Catherine Zeta-Jones' voice. The car, we will later learn, is
called CAT.
CAT
Stereo initiated, Michael.
MICHAEL SCARN
Good thing this is just a lease.
CAT
Auto-pilot initiated, Michael.
Michael pulls himself through the sunroof and fires the gun with
a savage war cry. The TerrorNinja is struck three times in the
chest and thrown from the bike, sending it swerving off the
road. Michael returns to his seat and touches the LCD screen.
CAT
Threat eliminated. Well done, Michael.
4.
MICHAEL SCARN
Tell me something I don't know.
CAT
Paraguay's leading exports are soybeans,
feed, cotton, meat, edible oils,
electricity, wood, and leather, in that
order.
MICHAEL SCARN
noted.
MICHAEL SCARN
Open says me.
The car slowly lowers into the huge underground cavern of the
FBI's secret base, its walls covered in highly polished metal.
As the car continues to descend, it passes an enormous statue in
the center of the cavern. It depicts a faceless suited FBI man,
a baby held in one rippling arm, an M16 rifle in the other.
Michael steps out of the car and they all fall silent, awed by
his imposing presence. Michael approaches blonde-haired
RECEPTIONIST seated at a desk directly beneath the statue's
legs. The stunningly beautiful woman eyes Michael hungrily as he
approaches.
RECEPTIONIST
(with heavy Scandinavian accent)
Agent Scarn. How very nice to see you
again. I hope to see... much more of you
very soon.
MICHAEL SCARN
This is business, Inga.
INGA
Yes, of course, Agent Scarn.
(embarrassed pause) Agent Black will see
to you right away.
MICHAEL SCARN
Thank you, Inga. We'll discuss the
personal matter later.
Michael shoots her a furtive wink and walks over to the statue's
right foot. he places his hand on a fingerprint recognition pad
beside it. It quickly bleeps and a door opens before him.
Michael steps into a small, circular elevator and the doors
close automatically behind him.
AGENT BLACK
Ah, Agent Scarn, it's good to see you
survived your last mission. Siberia's a
bitch.
MICHAEL SCARN
(laughs)
Now it's my bitch. It was nothing, sir.
6.
AGENT BLACK
Well, it's good to have you back. We
need you straight away.
MICHAEL SCARN
Goldenface?
AGENT BLACK
Precisely.
AGENT BLACK
It appears that Goldenface has built a
secret base below the plains of Sudan to
construct a thermo-hydroxi-nucleo-bomb.
Our intel indicates that he plans on
blowing up the moon as a show of
strength--and that he intends to do it
during tomorrow's complete solar
eclipse.
MICHAEL SCARN
No! Everyone enjoying a view of the
eclipse could be blinded by the sudden
full strength of the sun!
AGENT BLACK
Indeed. He's always had a penchant for
theatrics. It seems he wants the sun's
sudden return to appear part of the
therm-hydroxi-nucleo-bomb. (beat) I
would assemble an elite task force for
this, but we simply haven't got the
time. You're the best of the best of the
best, Scarn. We need Goldenface taken
down - do you think you can do it?
MICHAEL SCARN
No. (dramatic pause. Agent Black looks
up at him) I know I will do it.
7.
AGENT BLACK
Excellent. (beat) We'll be paradropping
you over the base. All we know is that
the secret entrances are in white oak
trees, but that should be enough for
you. Once you've made it in, your
priority is to disarm the thermo-
hydroxi-nucleo-bomb, and then capture
Goldenface. (beat) The fate of the world
may rest in your hands. Don't fuck this
up.
MICHAEL SCARN
Do I ever?
AGENT BLACK
Have you already forgotten Bolivia?
MICHAEL SCARN
That was not my fault; the man you sent
with me was a complete jackass. I can't
be held responsible--
AGENT BLACK
Forget it. I'm sending you with an aide,
I believe you know him. Samuel L. Chang.
MICHAEL SCARN
But he was the man from...!!
AGENT BLACK
I know, you work best alone, but we're
sending you with lots of munitions and
weapons to accomplish this task - you
will need help carrying it all. He isn't
our best man, but he is capable.
MICHAEL SCARN
Fine. But come tomorrow, if the sun hits
your eye like a big pizza pie - that's a
Chang!
8.
PILOT
(on loudspeaker)
The jump spot is approaching. Prepare
for the leap.
The wall slides back to reveal a clear night sky. The wind whips
a bag out of Samuel's hand.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
(with heavy Chinese accent)
Oh, me so sorry Mister Scarn, me try to
be good friend person like with you!
MICHAEL SCARN
It's alright, Chang. Just don't do it in
the future.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Oh, Mister Scarn, you so smart, I no do
again!
MICHAEL SCARN
Alright, Chang, here we go.
Michael and Samuel land about thirty feet away from each other.
Michael falls right behind two TerrorNinjas and sneaks up to
them, a black, wicked looking knife grasped tightly in his hand.
He prepares to stab the first one in the back.
9.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Oh, Mister Scarn! Where is you being? I
no seeing you, I hopes you is not in
trouble!
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Oh, Mr. Scarn. Where those bad guys come
from? I no be seeing them before!
10.
MICHAEL SCARN
Well, Mr. Chang, I would have had a much
easier time dispatching them if you
hadn't alerted them to my presence.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Oh, me so sorry Mr. Scarn!
MICHAEL SCARN
It's alright, Chang. Just be more cool
in the future, alright/ Keep your head
in these kinds of situations.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Oh, yes sir, Dog! I am can be cool too,
gee dog!
MICHAEL SCARN
(exasperated)
No, Change...
MICHAEL SCARN
(under his breath)
Oh well.. (out loud) Well, Chang, we'd
better be moving along now. The thermal-
hydroxi-nucleo-bomb may detonate any
second, killing us all.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Yes, sir, homey! They's best not be
gettin' up in our grill, man!
MICHAEL SCARN
Uuhhh... Yes. (looks around) Hey,
there's a large white oak. Perhaps that
is the one concealing the entrance to
the base...? What do you think, Samuel?
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Oh, me is no knowing, homedawg! You is
using the bigly words, they not in my
headbrain!
Michael sighs again, this one even bigger than the last.
MICHAEL SCARN
Just follow me.
11.
Michael heads towards the white oak, about 100 feet away. Samuel
follows, towing the black bags. Suddenly, as they near the tree,
a dozen tribesman speed out of a badly concealed hole beneath
the tree, a ululating battle cry spouting from their lips. They
are all men, and wear nothing but loincloths, and carry a
variety of crude but menacing weapons: spears, axes,
quarterstaffs, and clubs. Michael pushes Samuel back, and draws
a jet black stick, about and inch in circumference and a foot
and a half long. He settles into a defensive position, crouching
with the stick held in front of him. Samuel starts to rise.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Me be helping you kill them, Mister
Scarn! Me cap their asses wit my glock!
MICHAEL SCARN
No! See those chips on their heads? I
believe that they are being mind
controlled! Stay back, Samuel; I will
deal with them in a nonlethal manner so
as to not kill any innocents!
SAMUEL L. CHANG
(looking disheartened)
Alright...
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Mister Scarn! You is injurious!
MICHAEL SCARN
It's nothing.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Is your healthcare be covering this? The
FBI be cutting costs!
12.
MICHAEL SCARN
My healthcare plan is called 'Walk it
Off.'
MICHAEL SCARN
(in a low whisper)
Samuel! Get out my tranquilizer darts!
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Holler up, yo.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Oh, me so sorry Mister Scarn! Me no try
break the glass!
GUARD
Hey, what are you doing here!? This is a
restricted zone.. Hey, you're that Scarn
guy! You're not supposed to be here! I'm
gonna call the--
MICHAEL SCARN
You'll do no calling. I'm not sure you
noticed, but I'm the one with the gun.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Ooh, glock the bitch's ass!
13.
MICHAEL SCARN
I told you, Samuel, I want to spill as
little blood as possible! Guard, if you
don't open the door, I may be forced to
resort to physical punishments.
GUARD
Ok, just a sec, lemme--
MICHAEL SCARN
Damn! They must have installed an
anti-disobeyance chip in him!
SAMUEL L. CHANG
That bitch got fucked up, yo!
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Is dis what we's lookin' for, Mister
Scarn?
MICHAEL SCARN
Good work, Samuel.
Samuel begins to walk over to the door, but slips on the blood-
covered floor and the key slides into a heating grate.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Aw hell no!
MICHAEL SCARN
Samuel! You must be more careful!
SAMUEL L. CHANG
The shizzle up and got dizzled! Me so
sorry!
MICHAEL SCARN
It's all right, it's all right, we'll
just have to use some of our explosives
to blast through. So much for a subtle
entrance.
14.
Michael walks over to one of the duffels, unzips it, and takes
out a black package with a small blank LCD screen. He touches
it, and with a few swift touches, sets it up to go off in thirty
seconds. He walks over to the door, places the bomb over it, and
the bomb attaches itself to the door with a loud SUCTION noise.
MICHAEL SCARN
Stay back, Samuel.
Michael and Samuel walk over to the opposite end of the room.
Michael waits calmly for the bomb to explode, while Samuel
tenses up, fingers in his ears. The bomb EXPLODES, sending huge
clouds of smoke to fill up the room. When the smoke clears to
reveal that Samuel and Michael are surrounded by dozens of
black-clad ninjas and a gaping hole where the door had once
stood.
SAMUEL L. CHANG
Oooh, snap!
MICHAEL SCARN
(in a low whisper)
It's go time.
MICHAEL SCARN
(with a smug grin)
Old school, bitches.
MICHAEL SCARN
(all business)
Let's go, Samuel.
They walk through the gaping hole in the wall. Michael's stride
is confident, Samuel is still awed by Michael's performance.
Immediately to the left of the hole, however, is a huge gattling
gun--aimed right at Michael's face. Seated in the chair of the
monstrous gun is a man, wearing the finest of business suits,
with a flowing, purple cape and a bright, gold face.
GOLDENFACE
Welcome to my lair, Mr. Scarn.
MICHAEL SCARN
(spits)
Goldenface.
MICHAEL SCARN
So, what are you going to do with me,
Goldenface?
16.
GOLDENFACE
Hahahahaha! Always so curious! I have
created this little contraption just for
you!
MICHAEL SCARN
Wow. You've really outdone yourself this
time, Goldenface.
His eyes dart around, searching for an escape. Sweat beads roll
down his face, splattering on the cold, steel bench that he lies
strapped to. Suddenly, his face lights up. An idea has obviously
dawned upon him.
MICHAEL SCARN
(speaking to no one in particular)
Samuel! Initiate the escape plan!
GOLDENFACE
What are you talking about? The idiot's
situation is as dire and as inescapable
as yours!
MICHAEL SCARN
(smirking)
Yes, yes, of course it is.
GOLDENFACE
To the Chamber of Pain!
MICHAEL SCARN
Beautiful.