EXT. BLACK SKY - NIGHT
Dark, ominous clouds of smoke. A beat of semi-calm.
And then... A long blast of TRACER FIRE cuts through.
And another. And another. We TILT DOWN to discover we
EXT. LOS ANGELES - AIRBORNE - MOVING - NIGHT (1998)
A city on fire. A block here, block there. More TRACER
FIRE. A cross between the LA riots and Gulf War. A
LA RIOT III. And then FADING IN BELOW:
MONTH 4. We CONTINUE MOVING ABOVE the ravaged city --
VOICE #1 (V.O.)
You imagine what it was like when
they had to fly choppers through
VOICE #2 (V.O.)
Gliding totally silently INTO FRAME is the biggest,
darkest, midnight blue blimp you've ever seen. Small
gold letters on the side -- LAPD. Fully armored beneath.
Woven kevlar on the sides. BULLETS REBOUND with a long
ZZZZZIP off the sides. PING SOFTLY off the plastic armor
on the bottom.
VOICE #1 (V.O.)
I don't understand where we're
going and why the hell we're
A new voice responds. This one brooks no discussion --
Because there's anger and there's
frustration, and then there's pure
INT. BLIMP POD - CONTINUOUS ACTION - NIGHT
JOHN SPARTAN peers down into the fiery landscape.
Where we're going is pure fucking
Thirty people who were riding that
muni bus are still missing. I've
got this bad hunch about who took
them and where they are...
EXT. EXTREME SOUTH CENTRAL LA - FROM ABOVE - AIRBORNE -
Way up ahead, amid the flames, is a fortress. A square
city block. Walled. Something out of the middle ages.
The walls are entirely made from stacked abandoned cars.
INT. BLIMP POD - NIGHT
Spartan is dragging a heavy bag up towards the door.
PILOT #2 looks at him curiously.
How come they call you Demolition
Man? Are you with the bomb squad?
Spartan gets his bag into position.
... demolish things.
He checks out the window. They're not quite there.
I do my job, shit happens.
(to Pilot #1)
Get a thermo.
The PILOT takes a thermogram of the building in the
middle of the compound. We see a series of heat-outlined
figures moving inside.
Six. One still, in the middle.
The rest moving around. I don't
see any thirty people.
(checking the thermo)
To the naked eye, out the window, tucked against the
wall of cars, a large tarp. To the thermo, the still
warm inner workings of the muni bus. Faint outlines of
the engine, drive train, even seats and frame. Bingo.