True Lies

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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

with dogs.

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

footpath nearby.

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.

HARRY:

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

his headset.

GIB:

Roger that.

(he covers the mike and

turns)

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.

Very advanced.

HARRY:

Switching to sub-vocal. Gib, you

copy?

GIB (OVER)

It's Talkradio. You're on the

air.

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.

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