EXT. MANHATTAN - MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
Freezing wind shutters through the shadows. Relentless
darkness. No sign of life, save for --
The SOUND of determined footsteps.
INT. HIGH RISE APARTMENT BUILDING - LOBBY - CONTINUOUS
The doorman at his post flipping through a magazine, rap
music pounding from his radio.
Glass suddenly shatters as a gloved hand punches through
the window, reaching in, unlocking the front door.
Two men in dark suits blur inside. The doorman rushes to
stop them, only --
DEX, the taller of the two men, slams the barrel of his
gun into the doorman's throat.
Life can be an illusion.
(low and deadly)
Sometimes we see what isn't there,
and sometimes we don't see what is
The doorman, wide eyed with terror, nods his consent.
Dex removes the gun.
Doorman plants himself in the chair, eyes glued to his
magazine, making it clear he doesn't 'see' the men as they
stroll into --
INT. ELEVATOR - CONTINUOUS
Old fashioned steel box struggling its way up the shaft.
Fluorescent yellow light stabbing through the grating.
INT. HALLWAY - MOMENT LATER
Dex slaps a small plastic strip on an apartment door as
both men turn away, shielding their eyes.
A blinding flash of light as the door is blown apart.
INT. APARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
The men rush inside and straight into --
Candles flicker on the dresser. A syringe on the bedside
table, next to a sleeping figure curled up under the
Both men starting to pull guns, but --
This one's personal.
Dex's partner shrugs, holsters his weapon and steps back
through the doorway, watching as --
Dex spins and fires.
Not the traditional booming gunfire, but rather the
strange sound of electronic hissing as laser-fire rips the
person to shreds.
Dex finally stops firing and moves to the bed to verify
the kill, only on close inspection he sees it's not a
He's just blown the hell out of a MANNEQUIN.
Dex smiles, blows out the candle and heads out of the
INT. CHURCH - DUSK
A lone PRIEST lights the sacrament candles, the sound of
his breathing reverberating through the empty church.
He suddenly stops, snaps his head around --
A man in a wheelchair stares at him from the doorway.
The man is CHRISTOPH. Dark robes shroud his shriveled,
decaying body but his eyes still burn with life.
(raspy voice which
labors to be heard)
May I trouble you with a confession?
Even in the flickering half-light of the candles, the
Priest can see that Christoph is dying.
Never a trouble.
The large statue of Jesus over the alter staring down as
the Priest leads Christoph into --
INT. CONFESSIONAL BOOTH
Christoph's voice is weak, knowing each word could be the
Forgive me Father, for I have
What have you coveted?
A small smile of compassion escapes across the Priest's
God gave us all the need for life.
And when the end begins to near, we
all crave more time. No sin.
But there's what I would do for more
What would you do --
A sharp hissing sound --
The laser burns through the confessional wall and straight
through the priest's chest.
Face frozen in a listening pose as the body crumples to
Christoph slowly lowers his weapon with a look of genuine
EXT. MANHATTAN - HELL'S KITCHEN - CONTINUOUS
It's the near future and the neighborhood is covered with
graffiti scrawled in machine code and billboards
projecting holographs advertising malt liquor and