EXT.
GHETTO 14.
NIGHT
Sleek
black gunships are approaching the ghetto fast and low over the
choppy polluted waters.
INT.
GUNSHIP
Red
light illuminates four hard camouflaged faces
and silenced M4's. Their squad leader, SHAW, is whistling and looks
out of the door across the rushing water at another gunship. Standing
in the doorway is Malice smoking a cigar. His gunship peels off from
the group and speeds towards the ghetto leaving vapor trails in the
starlit sky. The second gunship follows.
EXT.
PLAYGROUND.
Terry
and Dan emerge from the
crashed
helicopter.
Dan grabs Terry's sleeve as he turns towards the sound of JET ENGINES
DAN
We
need to get out of here now.
TERRY
No
shit mate, follow me, let’s
give it toes.
They
disappear into a dark alley.
EXT.
THE SQUARE.
Two
gunships hovers above
the statue of Derek Lock. Thick ropes are thrown down, litter and
newspapers are blowing about furiously, hobos and junkies scatter
into the surrounding alleys. Ten large armored figures descend
rapidly down the ropes.
MALICE
– Plasma rifle
McLEISH.
Short red and Scottish – Shotgun
CHARLES.
Black scouser, early forties – MP5
DAVEY.
Blond, Sussex psycho - MP5
CRAVEN.
Large, ugly, from Yorkshire – Vickers MG MKII
SHAW.
Ex-boxer – Plasma rifle
THOMPSON.
Manc Communications Officer - Shotgun
DUTTON.
Skinhead from Stretham - MP5
DOYLE.
Skin head from Catford - MP5
FRANKS.
Flame proof mask and suit - Flamethrower
They
take up assault
positions
outside the Rusty Hatchet. The gunship speeds off up into the night
sky. One of the two pub doors is hanging off its hinges. Malice bowls
up and KICKS
the
door in, it lands on a bloodied unconscious biker on the floor.
INT.
RUSTY HATCHET.
Inside,
half a dozen men, including Lenny, are still sluggishly fighting.
Lenny is PUNCHING an
unconscious biker in
the face. He stops as he sees Malice saunter in.
MALICE
Ello
boys.
Lenny is holding the
biker by the hair
LENNY
fuck
you want?
Malice
flashes a wry smile.
MALICE
Community
Support big
man. We're looking
for some troublemakers.
Lenny
drops the biker and
wipes sweat and blood from his face.
LENNY
You
come to the right place you cuuuuunt!
The
other men in
the bar move behind Lenny. One biker
wrestles a table leg off an upturned table.
One pulls
a bowie knife out of a man’s
nearly severed leg. Another puts his boot on the bouncers huge chin.
He yanks the massive wrench out of his skull, the suction sends brain
matter SPLATTERING on
the ceiling. Pieces of brain and bone fall down around
Lenny as he glares
intensely at
Malice.
MALICE
Fair
enough.
He
flicks a switch on his plasma rifle, it WHIRRS as
it heats up. His boys enter and take aim. All except the flamethrower
open up. Lenny and the remaining brawlers disintegrate in a hail of
gunfire and plasma rounds. They SPLATTER on
the back wall as it begins to collapse under the volume of fire. Out
in the alley, ragged cats scatter. The back wall EXPLODES
outwards in a cloud
of dust and blood.
BLACK
INT.
STAIRWELL
Dan
and Terry are
descending a narrow dimly lit metal spiral staircase. They reach the
bottom, the light is flickering, there is rubbish on the floor and
graffiti on the walls. Water is RUSHING beneath
them through the grill of a storm drain. Terry walks over to a green
electrical box, taking a small utility key out
of his pocket. He opens the box and
pulls out a red wire, he looking at Dan with a grin. Terry
wraps the wire
around his fist and pulls the circuit board open. It swings back,
revealing a narrow passage, and a set of stairs, candles burning in
descending alcoves cut into the wall. Terry gestures to Dan with his
open hand.
TERRY
After
you sir.
Dan
crouches down and
goes through, Terry enters. On the other side he pulls the red wire
to bring the circuit board back into place then pulls two black
wires, the two outer doors attached to them swing shut. Terry opens a
flap in the middle of the circuit board and locks
the outer door with the key. Dan follows
Terry down
the stairs, they come to a metal door, reinforced with corrugated
iron, Terry
has another key in his hand
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