Sound of Metal Page #3

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The van PULLS UP – rear door open – they JUMP INSIDE –

INT. VAN – MOMENTS LATER

The Protagonist pulls off his mask. BREATHING. The Passengerturns – grabs the ‘Target’s face, SOMETHING WRONG... theProtagonist turns to the Driver – WHO HAS A GUN POINTED ATHIM ...

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 tous. The Driver steps back, SWEATING. BLOODY PLIERS in hand.

7.

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 tohide. You were smuggling a nobody.

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

DRIVER (CONT'D)

Risky.

...then to his collar – which he CUTS –

DRIVER (CONT'D)

Or were you counting on this?

...pulling out a SILVER CAPSULE. The Protagonist stares.

DRIVER (CONT'D)

Death, CIA issue.

The Driver TOSSES the pill, WAVES the pliers at the clock –

DRIVER (CONT'D)

Spare yourself once they’re clear.

The Protagonist looks at the clock – ‘5:38’. A FREIGHT TRAINRUMBLES PAST, CLOSE... As we close in on the clock, THE

PROTAGONIST’S SCREAMS ARE DROWNED OUT BY THE FREIGHT TRAIN...

The Driver steps back. The Protagonist breathes heavy, blooddribbling... the Driver follows his gaze to the clock –

‘6:
53’ – then checks his watch. Frowns theatrically, picks upthe clock, SHAKES it –

DRIVER (CONT'D)

Running fast...

The Driver SETS THE HANDS BACK ONE HOUR. The Protagonistwatches, DESPAIRING... as the Driver puts the clock back onthe table, the Protagonist notices the ‘Target’s FINGERSWIGGLING... in them is a SILVER PILL...

8.

Freight trains rumble past in opposite directions, soundBUILDING... The Driver approaches, bloody pliers in hand –

PROTAGONIST:

We were alone.

DRIVER:

I didn’t ask. Which means we’re

finally getting somewhere.

The Protagonist HURLS himself onto the ‘Target’s hands – faceSMASHING – gets the PILL into his mouth – BITES DOWN –

DEAFENING TRAIN NOISE...

Arms GRAB at him – HANDS PRY his jaw as he SEIZES, MOUTHFOAMING... the Protagonist’s EYES GLAZE and we –

CUT TO:

Black screen.

Supertitle:

TENET:

FADE IN:

The Protagonist opens his eyes. A man stands beside his bed.

SWAYING gently. This is FAY.

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