EXT. SKYLINE -- NIGHT
Drizzling ... cold ... foggy ... gray sky vanishes into gray
sea without a seam ... fog so dense we move through it
blindly until ... looming huge: the GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE.
SAN FRANCISCO -- THE NEAR FUTURE
Impossibly close, we soar through repair scaffolding and
over suspension wires ... glimpsing earthquake damage:
broken concrete, dangling cables, cracked support beams.
Turning south ... the familiar jewel-like cityscape ...
Fisherman's Wharf ... Russian Hill ... yet there are now two
Transamerica Towers and we CLIMB UP the new one.
Reaching the fogless PINNACLE ... peace reigns ... as we float
right through an ACCESS PANEL -- strangely wedged open -- and
INTO THE TRANSAMERICA-TWO SPIRE
A maze of wiring, ducts and maintenance-controls ... but behind
one DUCT -- something HIDES ... something GLOWING RED ...
TELESCOPE IN and find THE DEVICE. Unlike any other explosive
charge, it is complex in form and compact in size, with a
sectioned, multi-colored cube panel and a glass GLOBE core ...
MAGNIFY ... now we're INSIDE the globe ... in a gaseous soup ...
with a zillion microscopic parasites ... they crowd the
screen ... throbbing ... BUZZING like a swarm of angry wasps.
INT. TRANSAMERICA-TWO -- PARKING LEVEL LOBBY -- NIGHT
Late. The last few workoholics head for their cars. The
only sound is the sloshing of the Chinese JANITOR mopping.
Slosh. Slosh ... the FREIGHT ELEVATOR opens and out comes
GEOFFREY BARNES (30). Rumpled and out-of-breath -- the slim
Englishman bumbles into the Janitor -- knocking him down.
Thank goodness, a human being.
Fumbling with his briefcase, he kicks over the pail. Water
sloshes everywhere. The janitor starts yelling in CHINESE.
Barnes replies -- in perfect Mandarin.
[I'm terribly sorry, but
I feel like Icarus in the
labyrinth. Where the devil
is Parking Level Red-14B?]
The Janitor stares, then smiles and gives directions in
Chinese. BARNES graciously bows. The Janitor bows back.
INT./EXT. STREETS -- SQUAD CAR -- NIGHT
Cops MORRIS and HODGES wait for a green light at the
intersection of Van Ness and Lombard. The RADIO crackles on.
Attention all units -- 211 at
Pier 39. Suspect is a white male,
30's, 6 feet with specs, armed
and very dangerous. Heading
south on Van Ness in a blue Ford
sedan. Watch for this one,
fellas -- he's looney toons.
The exchange glances as ... a blue FORD SEDAN motors by.
INT. CAR -- MOVING -- NIGHT
Geoffrey Barnes innocently drives his rental car -- a blue
Ford Sedan. Tired, he stretches his long legs.
Another day, another - cop?
POLICE SIRENS blaze behind him. Concerned and annoyed --
Barnes finally pulls over.
Adjusting his specs -- Barnes fumbles to find the car
registration. He turns -- and sees a POLICE AUTOMATIC
pointing at his head. Morris waves him out of the car.
EXT. FILLMORE PRECINCT -- NIGHT