1 EXT. MOUNTAINS, NEAR GENEVA, SWITZERLAND - NIGHT
The snow covered Alps stand out clearly in the light of a full
moon. A fortress-like CHATEAU is situated in a flat saddle of
forest partway up the mountain, next to a frozen lake. The
property is surrounded by high stone walls, and the stately
grounds are bathed in floodlights and patrolled by armed guards
2 EXT. CHATEAU - NIGHT
The driveway and motorcourt are filled with cars. A formal-
dress party is in progress... a private reception for a middle-
eastern dignitary. Tuxedoes men escort their diamond-encrusted
ladies through the huge front doors, where they doff their
overcoats and are politely scanned with hand-held metal
detectors by white gloved security staffers.
The walled perimeter of the house runs along the lake, forming
a kind of rampart. There is an opening, to a kind of waterway
or canal, which connects to the private docks inside the
grounds. There is a steel grating across the opening. The
bars disappear down into the thin ice of early winter.
With the house visible BG, we CRANE DOWN below the parapet wall
along which a guard is a white exposure-suit is walking... down
along the dark wall to the grating... TILTING DOWN to see a
glow pulsing under the ice.
3 EXT. BENEATH THE ICE, UNDERWATER - NIGHT
Camera moving toward: A FIGURE in diving gear working at the
metal bars with an oxygen arc cutting torch. One bar has
already been cut out. Two quick cuts and a second bar falls to
the muddy bottom. Lit now only from the floodlights filtering
down through the ice, the figure slips through the bars and
swims powerfully along the stone canal wall.
Seem from below, the figure is a black shadow moving against
the rippled-glass of the ice above.
4 EXT. CANAL AND BOATHOUSE - NIGHT
A dock extends into the frozen canal, just behind a large
boathouse. There is a faint chipping sound. The ice breaks
quietly, and the pieces are slid back. A head appears, in a
rubber drysuit hood. The DIVER slips the regulator out of his
mouth and turns slowly, scanning... revealing:
HARRY TASKER. Our hero. Harry floats with just his eyes above
the surface, silent as a water snake, as a guard passes on a
After a few beats Harry slips out of his tanks and fins,
letting them sink, and climbs the frozen ladder onto the dock.
He moves like a ninja into the shadows of the boathouse.
Opening a WATERPROOF BAG, he pulls out a walky talky.
Honey, I'm home.
5 INT. / EXT. SURVEILLANCE VAN, MOUNTAIN ROAD - NIGHT
Meet Harry's partner, ALBERT "GIB" GIBSON, an overweight twenty-
year-man with a lived in looking face. Gib answers Harry via
(he covers the mike and
Hey, Fize! Get your butt in
here. Harry's inside.
Outside, FAST FAISIL, an Iranian-American, finishes making
yellow snow and hurries back to the van. They are parked on a
winding mountain road a half-mile from the chateau, whose
lights are visible through the trees.
Faisil jumps in and goes to the eyepiece of a huge telephoto
nightvision scope. The eerie green image lurches as he sweeps
the grounds, locating the boathouse.
6 EXT. BOATHOUSE - NIGHT
Concealed in the shadows, Harry is shucking out of his drysuit.
Underneath is he is wearing black tux pants, suspenders,
cummerbund and a formal shirt. He puts a tiny plug, like a
hearing aid, deep in his ear canal. A SUB-VOCAL TRANSCEIVER.
Switching to sub-vocal. Gib, you
It's Talkradio. You're on the
Harry slips into his shoulder harness... holster on one side,
containing his .45 auto Glock-22, and the transmitter pack for
the ear-piece slung on the other. He slips on a formal jacket,
concealing the rig. Then a final touch. A little aftershave
from a tiny plastic vial.