An eyeball, big, yellowish, distinctly inhuman, stares raptly
between wooden slats, part of a large crate. The eye darts from side
to side, alert as hell.
A legend tries to place us - -
120 MILES WEST OF COSTA RICA
- - but to us it's still the middle of nowhere.
It's quiet for a second. A ROAR rises up from the jungle,
deafening. The trees shake as something very, very large plows ahead
through them, right at us. Every head gathered in this little clearing
snaps, turning in the direction of the sound as it bursts through the
It's a bulldozer. It drops its scoop and pushes forward into
the back end of the crate, shoving it across the jungle floor towards
an impressive fenced structure that towers over an enclosed section of
thick jungle. There's a guard tower at one end of this holding open
that makes it look like San Quentin.
The bulldozer pushes forward into the back end, the crate THUDS
TO THE FLOOR. A door slides open in the pen, making a space as big as
the end of the crate.
Nobody moves for a second, A grim-faced guy who seems to be in
charge (Robert Muldoon, although we don't know it yet).
Alright now, pushers move in. Loading team move it.
The movement as agitated whatever is inside the crate, and the
whole thing shivers as GROWLS and SNAPS come from inside.
Everyone moves back.
Alright, steady. Get back in there now, push. Get back
in there, Don't let her know you're afraid!
The men go back to the crate and begin to push it into the slot.
The crate THUDS UP AGAINST THE OPENING. A green light on the side of
the pen lights up, showing contact has been made.
FROM INSIDE THE CRATE,
we get glimpses of what's on the other side of those wooden
slates - - jungle foliage, MEN with rifles, searching searchlights.
The view is herky-jerky as the crate put into position.
Well locked� Loading team, step away. Joffrey, raise
A WORKER climbs to the top of the crate. The search lights are
trained on the door.
The RIFFLEMEN throw the bolts on their rifles and CRACK their
stun guns, sending arcs of current CRACKING through the air.
The WORKER gets ready to grab the gate when all at once - -
A ROAR from the inside the crate, and the panel flies out of his
hands and SMACKS into him, knocking him clear off the crate.
Now everything happens at once. The WORKER THUDS to the jungle
floor, the crate jerks away from the mouth of the holding pen flash, an
alarm BUZZER sounds - -
- - and a claw SLASHES out from inside the crate. It sinks into
the ankle of the WORKER. dragging him toward the dark mouth between the
crate and the pen. The WORKER SCREAMS and paws the dirt, leaving long
claw marks as he is rapidly dragged toward the crate.
Muldoon SHOUTS orders:
Tasers get in there, Goddamn it!
They FIRE their guns - the wood of the crate SPLINTERS.
Muldoon runs in and grabs the WORKER, trying to pull him free.
The wild arcs of currents from the stun gun flash and CRACK all
around, but in a second - -
- - the WORKER is gone.
MANO DE DIOS AMBER MINE
DONALD GENNARO, forty, in a city man's idea of hiking clothes
and a hundred dollar haircut, approaches on a raft being pulled across
a river by TWO MEN.
On the hillside, JUAN ROSTAGNO, thirty-ish, Costa Rican, a
smart-looking guy in workers clothes, is waiting for him.
Tengo mil pesos que dicen que se cae
(I have a thousand pesos that say he falls)
Apuesto mil pesos que se cae.
(I bet a thousand pesos he falls)
Gennaro finally lands, and Rostagno helps him off the raft.