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The ‘SWAT’ and the Well-Dressed Man start changing. The Protagonist hands SWAT 3 the object – PROTAGONIST (CONT'D) Take this, take him, take his exit.

I don’t trust ours any more.

(to SWAT 2) Can you defuse it?

SWAT 2 (shakes head) Centrally synchronized. Are there more?

The Protagonist nods, STUFFS the bomb in his pack –

PROTAGONIST:

Covering their tracks.

SWAT 2 Taking out the audience?

PROTAGONIST:

Just the cheap seats.

SWAT 3 Not our mission – Mine, now.

PROTAGONIST:

The newly dressed ‘TARGET’ steps up – ‘TARGET’ I’m with you – the Ukrainians are expecting a passenger.

INT. THEATRE, CONCERT HALL – CONTINUOUS The Protagonist and the ‘Target’ race through the SLEEPING AUDIENCE COLLECTING BOMBS – the TIMERS tick down – ‘1:58’,

‘1:

57’. Crouched at a bomb, the Protagonist notices a BULLET HOLE in the side of the chair – a TINY WHIFF OF SMOKE GATHERING... CLICK – a gun is to his head – he spins around to see a

SWAT... ‘0:

34’, ‘0:33’... The ‘Target’ has his own gun on the SWAT – A STAND-OFF – all around them, UNCONSCIOUS CIVILIANS...

PROTAGONIST:

Walk away – you don’t need to kill these people.

The Protagonist turns back to the bomb... ‘0:32’, ‘0:31’. At the bullet hole the PUFF OF SMOKE THICKENS... the Protagonist, confused, REACHES towards it... the SWAT C*CKS his weapon... BLAM! With EXPLOSIVE FORCE THE BULLET HOLE DISAPPEARS – A NICK HAS APPEARED IN THE PROTAGONIST’S UNIFORM – he SPINS – the SWAT is SHOT THROUGH THE CHEST AND DROPS... revealing a FIGURE, also in a gas mask and tactical gear... The Figure TURNS – the Protagonist sees, on the Figure’s pack, a small TALISMAN – a COIN with a hole tied to a zip by ORANGE AND YELLOW THREAD – the Protagonist turns back to grab the bomb – ‘TARGET’ That wasn’t one of us.

PROTAGONIST:

I’ll take the help.

The Protagonist GRABS the last bomb:

‘0:03’... he looks up to the boxes, where REAL SWATS EVACUATE THE HIGH OFFICIALS... THE PROTAGONIST LOBS THE BOMBS UP INTO THE BOXES... EXT. PLAZA, DOWNTOWN KIEV – CONTINUOUS The Protagonist and ‘Target’ emerge – an EXPLOSION above them - INT. THEATRE, CONCERT HALL – CONTINUOUS INNOCENT CIVILIANS STIR under the EXPLOSION IN THE BOXES – EXT. PLAZA, DOWNTOWN KIEV – CONTINUOUS The van PULLS UP – rear door open – they JUMP INSIDE – INT. VAN – MOMENTS LATER The Protagonist pulls off his mask. BREATHING. The Passenger turns – grabs the ‘Target’s face, SOMETHING WRONG... the Protagonist turns to the Driver – WHO HAS A GUN POINTED AT HIM ...

BLACK SCREEN:

SCREAMING. The Protagonist’s screaming. Close on his eyes – FLICKERING, SWEATING, PLEADING, DEFIANT... and we are – EXT. RAIL YARDS – DAY The Protagonist, tied to a chair, in a windswept rail yard.

In front of him, the ‘Target’, also tied to a chair, back to us. The Driver steps back, SWEATING. BLOODY PLIERS in hand.

DRIVER:

(breathless) A man can be trained to hold out for about eighteen hours.

The Driver gestures at a CLOCK on a table – DRIVER (CONT'D) So your colleagues will clear by 7.

The Driver PUSHES the ‘Target’s chair over. The ‘Target’ lands hard on his side on the gravel. Groaning.

DRIVER (CONT'D) He didn’t last eighteen minutes.

The Driver pulls out a KNIFE. Leans in to the Protagonist – DRIVER (CONT'D) But he didn’t have anything to hide. You were smuggling a nobody.

The knife moves towards the Protagonist’s throat... Risky.