This is an excerpt (first 20 pages) of a completed screenplay.

       "Legend of the Golden Pagoda" (working title) - screenplay by Derek Paterson.

       FADE IN:

       EXT. THE GOLDEN PAGODA - NIGHT

       Rising into the night sky like some monstrous golden phallus
       illuminated by searchlights.

       This faux Imperial Chinese tower consists of seven floors,
       each smaller than the other, each with its own carved balcony
       roof edge.

       At each corner of the first floor roof edge lurks a snarling
       dragon, so realistically carved that they almost look alive.


       INT. DARK JUNCTION OF CORRIDORS - NIGHT

       A shaft of light shines down from above revealing four
       corridors that lead off in different directions.

       RAPID FOOTSTEPS.  From out of one corridor runs SANDRA, 20s,
       wearing a tight black combat suit and utility belt with pistol
       holster and MP5 machine pistol.  But her weapons of choice
       right now are gleaming TWIN SWORDS inlaid with swirling silver
       patterns.

       She skids to a stop in the middle of the junction, looking
       all around as she gasps for breath.  The shaft of light plays
       over her frightened, sweat-streaked face, her wary eyes.

       A SHADOW leaps at her, possibly a man in swirling black robes
       and hood, his face completely hidden.  Sandra brings her
       swords up and around to deflect the CLAWED HANDS that reach
       for her throat.  She ducks and slashes deep into the robes.
       An animal-like SCREAM comes from the shadow as it stumbles
       into one of the corridors and disappears!

       A SECOND SHADOW comes at her from behind!  Sandra spins and
       slashes at the swirling black robes.  The shadow SCREAMS and
       leaps down another corridor.

       Sandra looks around.  They're gone.  She examines her sword
       blades.  Slick with blood.

                             SANDRA
                 So you bastards bleed after all.

       She crouches and examines something on the floor.  It's an
       INHUMAN SCALED CLAW, severed at the wrist.  Its fingernails
       are like long curved knives.  It smokes and burns and
       decomposes into a bubbling puddle.  Sandra turns and runs
       down a corridor.


       INT. DARK T-JUNCTION - NIGHT

       Three alert MEN dressed in black and armed with MP5s keep
       watch while their team leader, GREG, 25, kneels beside a
       WOUNDED MAN.  They're a high-tech group linked by radio comms
       and mini-computers strapped to their forearms.  They each
       wear infra red monocles over one eye.

       The wounded man is on his way out.  Greg grips his hand and
       visibly suffers while his comrade dies.  A final shuddering,
       agonized gasp and it's over.

       RAPID FOOTSTEPS.  The three men take aim, then abort as Sandra
       emerges from a corridor.  She looks down at the dead man,
       looks at Greg.  He picks up a bullet casing.  The floor's
       littered with them.

                             GREG
                 His gun's empty.  He didn't hit a
                 damn thing.  Where's Mason?

                             SANDRA
                 He didn't make it.

       Greg looks curiously at the swords Sandra's carrying.

                             SANDRA
                 Bullets don't stop them.

                             GREG
                 The hell does that mean?

                             SANDRA
                 Maybe they're wearing body armor, I
                 don't know.  What I do know is, these
                 work.

       She offers one to Greg.  He swings it experimentally.

                             GREG
                 Any more where these came from?

                             SANDRA
                 Plenty.  Whole bunch of statues and
                 weapon displays back there.  Just
                 one thing.

       She flips open the lid of her forearm computer and shows
       him.

       THE DISPLAY shows a graphic of the T-junction with six red
       hot spots.  One's slightly cooler, more orange, than the
       other five.  The corridor she came out of stretches into the
       distance... and at the other end are fifty hot spots, a loose
       group on the move, coming this way fast.  Suddenly the fifty
       hot spots disappear.

                             SANDRA
                 They're smashing the sensors.  Let's
                 move.

                             GREG
                 We take his body with us.

                             SANDRA
                 He stays here.

       Greg opens his mouth to argue -- but Sandra's look makes him
       change his mind.  He runs past the other three men, they
       follow him.

       Sandra pulls a spiked metal ball from a pouch on her belt
       and throws it at the ceiling.  It sticks there.  She runs
       after Greg and the others.


       INT. DARK CORRIDOR - NIGHT

       Running, Sandra flips open her computer.

       THE DISPLAY shows the T-junction, with fifty hot spots
       spilling out.  Most turn to follow the team!  Others cluster
       around the fading orange spot, blotting it out.

       Sandra makes a disgusted face.


       INT. T-JUNCTION - NIGHT

       EXCITED MONKEY CHATTERING.  Mixed with CRUNCHING, CHEWING,
       SLURPING noises.  Like it's feeding time at the Zoo.

       AN INHUMAN CLAW reaches up and pulls the spiked metal ball
       from the ceiling.  The claw closes about the ball, crushing
       it.  The claw opens again, pieces of twisted metal, plastic
       and electronic components rain down.


       INT. DARK CORRIDOR - NIGHT

       SANDRA'S COMPUTER DISPLAY blacks out.

       She slams the lid shut and keeps running, looking back over
       her shoulder into the darkness behind.


       INT. DARK CHAMBER - NIGHT

       Doorways lead off in all directions.  The team runs into the
       chamber.  Greg skids to a stop and looks around.  Which way?!

       Sandra arrives.  They look to her for guidance.  She checks
       an ELECTRONIC COMPASS and slowly turns around.

                             SANDRA
                 Not getting any readings!

                             GREG
                 Take a guess!

       One of the men, DAWKINS, looks up.  His expression changes
       to terror, he opens his mouth to scream--

       WHAP!  He's lifted up off the floor and vanishes into the
       darkness above!  All in the space of a heartbeat.  His MP5
       drops and CLATTERS on the floor.

       Greg spins, sees Dawkins' MP5 lying there and points his MP5
       skyward.  His flashlight beam reveals--

       A CREATURE THAT'S A CROSS BETWEEN A SPIDER AND A MONKEY.
       The multiple legs grip the ceiling, it hangs upside down.
       The monkey half holds Dawkins' limp body and chews his face.
       Its yellow eyes blaze as it grins at Greg, its teeth stained
       red with blood.

       Greg and the other two men gape in horror.  Sandra pushes
       them aside and THROWS HER SWORD.  It impales the monkey-thing
       which SCREECHES and lets go of Dawkins.  It scuttles across
       the ceiling and disappears into the dark.  Dawkins splats
       onto the floor.

       Sandra snatches the other sword from Greg's hand and points
       to a doorway.

                             SANDRA
                 Go.

       Greg and the two men reluctly circle around Dawkins and run
       to the doorway.  Sandra takes a hand grenade from her belt,
       pulls the pin, drops it onto the body.

                             SANDRA
                 So long, Dawkins.

       She runs to the doorway and exits.


       INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT

       Sandra sprints for her life.  From behind her, through the
       doorway, an EXPLOSION.  The blast lights up the corridor and
       slams her off the wall, she stumbles but keeps running.
       ENRAGED ANIMAL SCREAMS follow her down the corridor.


       INT. DARK CHAMBER - NIGHT

       Smoke fills the air.  Dozens of robed shadows lie scattered
       on the floor, unmoving.  They leap up, very much alive!  And
       run through the doorway.


       INT. SANCTUM ENTRANCE - NIGHT

       Greg and the two men stop and stare at a black onyx door
       inlaid with golden Chinese-like symbols.  Sandra catches up
       with them.

                             GREG
                 Can you read this?

                             SANDRA
                 Yeah, it says "Way out."

       She kicks the door open!  And rushes inside.


       INT. SANCTUM - NIGHT

       Crowded with life-size jade and ivory statues of gods,
       goddesses, demons, dragons, monkeys, cranes, tigers.

       Greg and his men slam the door shut and slide a locking bar
       into place.  Just in time!  LOUD BANGING shakes the door.
       Everyone steps back.  Sandra takes another grenade from her
       belt, pulls the pin and jams it between the door and the
       locking bar.  If the door opens, it falls.

                             GREG
                 Think that'll stop them?

                             SANDRA
                 Do you?

       They creep through the sea of statues, looking left, right,
       back -- and up.  The banging noises fade with distance.

       Greg stops before a statue of a fierce-looking warrior wearing
       bamboo armor and a wide straw hat.  The warrior holds two
       scimitars, great curved swords.

                             SANDRA
                 Keep together!  Keep moving!

       Greg takes a sword from the statue's hand.  He lets his MP5
       dangle and holds the sword in both hands.

                             GREG
                 Yeah!  Just what the doc ordered!

       One of his men, WILDE, nods approval.  Greg moves on.  Wilde
       lets his MP5 dangle and reaches for the second scimitar.

       The warrior statue comes alive and in one flowing deadly
       movement CHOPS WILDE IN TWO from skull to crotch.  The two
       halves fall away from each other and splat on the floor.
       The warrior statue returns to its former position.

       Greg spins round -- peers into the darkness.

                             GREG
                 Wilde?  Where the hell are you?

       Sandra and the other man, PARKER, creep round a snarling
       tiger statue.

       A DISTANT EXPLOSION.

                             SANDRA
                 We got company.

       Up ahead, another black doorway with inlaid golden symbols.

                             SANDRA
                 Found the exit.  Let's go.

       She walks ahead -- then spins round when she realizes Parker
       isn't following her.  There's no sign of him.

                             SANDRA
                 Parker, where the hell are you?

       She jumps with fright as Greg appears beside her.

                             SANDRA
                 I've lost Parker!

                             GREG
                 I've lost Wilde!  We have to look
                 for them.

       He turns back but she grabs him, pulls him around.

                             SANDRA
                 It's every man for himself.

                             GREG
                 Then leave me.  You're faster, you're
                 smarter.  Get the hell out of here.

                             SANDRA
                 Are you kidding?  You're my ace-in-
                 the-hole.  If they're chasing your
                 ass, they're leaving mine alone.

       She runs to the door, grips the huge handle, pulls it open.
       Revealing a SQUARE SHAFT that might suit an elevator, only
       there's no elevator.  Just blackness.

       Sandra takes a looped rope and grappling hook from her belt.
       She sticks the hook over the top of the door and throws the
       rope down the shaft.

       EXCITED MONKEY CHATTERING grows in volume.  Sandra and Greg
       look back.

       SANDRA'S MONOCLE POV - the chamber viewed in infra red.
       Dozens of heat blooms are coming their way, fusing together
       into a writhing mass of long arms and short legs.

                             SANDRA
                 We're outta here.

       She holds the rope with one hand, grips the sword with the
       other, and jumps down the shaft.

       Greg EMPTIES HIS MP5 into the darkness.  He throws the MP5
       away and follows Sandra down the rope.  He's still got his
       scimitar.

       Parker lies spread-eagled and torn to pieces beneath the
       snarling tiger statue, whose claws and fangs are red with
       blood.  His final expression is sheer terror.

       The rope goes taut, pulling on the door which BOOMS SHUT
       just as the mass of GIBBERING SHADOWS comes out of the dark.


       INT. SHAFT - NIGHT

       The deafening BOOMING noise echoes up and down the shaft as
       Sandra and Greg descend.

       Sandra drops down until she's level with a square opening.
       She shines her MP5 flashlight into the opening.  Nothing.

                             GREG
                 Keep going!

                             SANDRA
                 Running out of rope!

       She kicks off the shaft wall and swings back in, slipping
       neatly through the square opening.


       INT. STAIRWAY LANDING - NIGHT

       Stairs lead up into darkness, and down into more darkness.
       Sandra crouches, watching and listening.

       Greg swings in through the square opening.  He stumbles and
       goes over on his ankle.  His YELP of pain echoes up and down
       the stairway.  He leans against the wall and rubs his ankle
       as Sandra stares at him.

                             GREG
                 Don't you worry about me, I'm right
                 behind you.

       Sandra creeps downstairs.  Greg moves after her, limping and
       leaning against the stair wall.


       INT. BOTTOM OF STAIRWAY - NIGHT

       Giving access to a hallway that runs off in both directions,
       into darkness.

       Sandra descends from above, sword held ready.

       A PATTER OF TINY FOOTSTEPS.  Sandra tenses as a figure runs
       out of the darkness and abruptly stops 10 feet away.  She's
       dressed in a blue silk robe tied at the waist.  A blue dragon
       mask covers the upper half of her face.  BLUE DRAGON LADY'S
       eyes, seen through the mask's round eyeholes, are merciless.
       She carries a fan which she SNAPS OPEN.

       Sandra spins as MORE FOOTSTEPS come from the other direction.
       A second figure runs out of the darkness and suddenly stops.
       She's dressed in bright yellow silk and wears a yellow dragon
       half-mask.  There's no mercy in YELLOW DRAGON LADY'S eyes
       either.  She SNAPS her fan open.

       Greg limps downstairs, dragging his scimitar.

                             SANDRA
                 Stay there.

                             GREG
                 I'm not dead yet!

       Blue Dragon Lady flicks her wrist and six gleaming 12-inch
       blades shoot from her fan spines.  She attacks!  Sandra ducks
       and weaves and blocks with her sword, their blades CLANG
       together.

       Yellow Dragon Lady dives forward into a smooth gliding roll.
       Sandra jumps!  Yellow Dragon Lady's gleaming fan blades miss
       her legs by inches!

       Greg unholsters his gun and SHOOTS at Blue Dragon Lady.  She
       holds her fan like a shield, Greg's bullets RICOCHET off the
       steel mesh.

       She runs at him and swipes the gun out of his hand.  Her
       second swipe knocks the sword out his other hand.  Her third
       swipe slashes open his combat suit and leaves six wet red
       lines across his chest.  Greg collapses back onto the
       stairway.

       Sandra kicks Blue Dragon Lady in the back, splatting her
       against the wall.  Sandra spins, blocks Yellow Dragon Lady's
       thrust and kicks her in the belly so she doubles over.  Sandra
       brings her sword down on Yellow Dragon Lady's neck!

       There's no sound, no blood.  The yellow silk robe flutters
       down, the mask and fan clatter onto the floor.  Yellow Dragon
       Lady is gone, only her clothes, mask and weapon remain.

       Blue Dragon Lady slashes at Sandra a dozen times, driving
       her back.  Sandra blocks as best she can but the swirling
       fan blades cut her shoulder and arms.  Each wound drags a
       YELL OF PAIN from Sandra's lips.

       Bleeding and hurt, Greg slides to the bottom of the stairs,
       snatches up his fallen gun and SHOOTS at Blue Dragon Lady's
       back.  She spins faster than the bullets and swats them out
       of the air with her fan.  Greg clicks empty!

       Blue Dragon Lady runs at Greg, who grabs his fallen sword.
       It takes all his strength to raise it.

       The fan slashes!  CLANG!  Greg stares in disbelief at the
       broken scimitar blade, cut in half.  Blue Dragon Lady stands
       poised on one foot as she raises her fan above her head, the
       blades like a dragon's claws ready to strike.

       Greg looks up into Blue Dragon Lady's eyes which gleam with
       triumph.  Then they WIDEN in surprise.  Greg looks down at
       the bloody sword growing out of her chest.  It's Sandra's
       sword, thrust into Blue Dragon Lady's back.

       The blue silk robe flutters down, the mask and fan clatter
       to the floor.  Blue Dragon Lady is gone.

                             GREG
                 Where did they go?

                             SANDRA
                 How the hell should I know?

       She puts her arm around him and lifts him up.  Together they
       hurry along the hallway.


       INT. LONG HALLWAY - NIGHT

       Sandra drags Greg, supporting him.  His head's bowed, he can
       hardly stand let alone walk.

                             SANDRA
                 Come on, we're nearly there.

                             GREG
                 Leave me.

                             SANDRA
                 Sounds like a damn good idea.

       She continues to drag him until they reach...


       INT. ENTRANCE HALLWAY - NIGHT

       Guarded by giant Shiatzu dog statues.  The scowling dogs
       look down, watching their every move.

                             SANDRA
                 Look.  Look there.

       Greg raises his head.

       UP AHEAD:  a high doorway looking out over the brightly lit
       city.  The sky's filled with brilliant stars.

                             SANDRA
                 We made it.  We made it!

       HAN SUNG, 60s, a solid and dangerous Chinese in a silk suit,
       steps out in front of them.  So do four of his MEN, wearing
       suits and carrying guns.  They smile with amusement.  Han
       Sung doesn't smile.

                             HAN SUNG
                 I'm afraid not.

       He raises his gun.  BLAM!  Greg's punched out of Sandra's
       arms and sprawls on the floor, dead.  Sandra stares at his
       body, then turns to glare at Han Sung.  Her face twists with
       rage and she springs at him, raising her sword above her
       head.  BLAM!  Han Sung's next bullet punches her back.  Sandra
       sprawls face-down, unmoving.

                             HAN SUNG
                 Give their bodies to the hairy ones.

       Han Sung tosses the gun to one of his men and exits.  His
       men move in on the bodies.

       They pause in sudden fear as an ANIMAL SCREAM echoes along
       the hallway.  An unmistakable roar of triumph!


       EXT. GOLDEN PAGODA - NIGHT

       The dragons grin their approval.

       END TEASER

       IDEAL PLACE FOR OPENING CREDITS


       FADE IN:

       EXT. APARTMENT BLOCK - NIGHT

       A gleaming glass structure towering above the city.


       EXT. PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

       A couple of soft lights on inside.  No shadows visible.  The
       balcony is deserted.  The glass doors lie open, curtains
       stir in the breeze.

       Hanging from wires underneath the balcony like a black spider,
       with a sheer drop beneath him, ADAM GREFF enjoys the view.
       He seems entirely comfortable with his situation.  You or I
       would be screaming in terror.

                             RICK (V.O.)
                 Delta Leader this is Delta Base.
                 Launch the probe.  Over.

       Adam wears a "Say what?" expression.  He taps his earphone
       and talks softly into his radio mike.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 You might want to repeat that, "Delta
                 Base."


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Stuffed with electronic gadgetry.  There's barely room for
       RICK, 30s, a serious tech-geek.  If there's slight physical
       resemblance between Rick and Adam it's because they're
       cousins.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Are you gonna hang there all night
                 or are you gonna launch the damn
                 probe?  Over.


       EXT. PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

       Adam fishes inside his quilted jacket and brings out a
       gleaming metal ball.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Preparing to "launch probe."

       Using a lever arm built into his harness, Adam cranks himself
       slightly higher so he can reach up and over the balcony edge.

       He places the ball on the edge -- there's a big enough gap
       underneath the balcony rail -- and gives it a tap.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Probe is launched.  Repeat, probe is
                 launched.

       He can hardly stop himself from laughing.


       EXT. PENTHOUSE BALCONY - NIGHT

       The metal ball rolls toward the open glass doors...


       INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

       ...and rolls inside, where it stops when it encounters thick
       carpet pile.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick peers at a monitor that shows the penthouse interior
       from the metal ball's floor level fish-eye lens POV.  A
       tastefully decorated room, expensive furniture, doors to
       left and right and a long hallway ahead.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 We have an empty penthouse apartment.
                 Over.


       EXT. PENTHOUSE - NIGHT

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 You're sure?


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick turns to a second monitor.  It shows a section of hallway
       with an elevator door.


       INT. ENTRANCE HALLWAY WITH ELEVATOR - NIGHT

       The very same hallway.  Rick's monitor POV comes from a
       security camera hanging in a corner.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick looks at a third monitor showing a section of underground
       parking lot, and an elevator door.


       INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT

       Rick's monitor POV comes from a security camera hanging from
       a support.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 I'm tapped into the building's
                 security system.  Nothing to worry
                 about.  His Lordship and Mrs. Lord
                 are out on the town tonight drinking
                 champagne and eating caviare.  You
                 ever eat caviare?  Over.


       EXT. PENTHOUSE BALCONY - NIGHT

       Adam pulls himself up and over the balcony rail.  He lands
       silently and creeps to the balcony doors.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick's watching the metal ball monitor.  He jumps as Adam's
       giant foot steps right in front of the ball.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Oh-kay.  Blueprints say the master
                 bedroom is to your left.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

       Adam creeps toward the door to the left.


       INT. PENTHOUSE HALLWAY - NIGHT

       Adam heads toward the bedroom door.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 This girl I went out with, her name
                 was... Samantha?  She said she liked
                 it.  Tasted fishy to me.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE HALLWAY - NIGHT

       Adam pauses outside the bedroom door.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Rick?


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Yeah?  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE HALLWAY - NIGHT

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Shut the hell up.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam pushes open the door and looks inside.  The master bed
       is big enough for ten people.  Adam's impressed.  He moves
       to another door and opens it revealing an empty bathroom.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 They got gold taps.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Delta Base advises turn off the water
                 before you unscrew them.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam walks to a corner where a flower vase stands on a carved
       table.  He lifts the table and vase aside, then lifts the
       carpet to reveal a SAFE set into the floor.  A cork of
       gleaming steel with an electronic keypad.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Oooh mama.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick leans forward, concerned.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Delta Leader report your situation,
                 over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam sits cross-legged on the floor.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 I am looking at some serious personal
                 security.  Only way I could bust
                 through this thing is with a laser
                 beam.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Give me a visual please.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam pulls out a second metal ball and places it on the bed.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 How's that?

       INSERT CU RICK'S MONITOR - showing Adam's face upside-down.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick taps his keyboard.

       INSERT CU METAL BALL - small WHINING NOISES from inside.

       INSERT CU RICK'S MONITOR - the image rights itself and zooms
       in on the floor safe.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 I'm good.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 You don't have to keep saying "over"
                 all the time.  It's just you and me.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 You know, for someone who was in the
                 military, you know jack about radio
                 protocol.  Over.  No, wait.  Attach
                 the scanner.  Now I'm over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam shakes his head as he pulls three electronic gadgets
       from a fat pouch on his belt.  He wires them together and
       places them on the floor safe.  One goes over the keypad.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 It's in place.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick studies a monitor that shows blocks and columns of
       scrolling numbers.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 I'm receiving telemetry.  Stand by,
                 Delta Leader.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam wanders the room.  He picks up a jade dragon statuette
       and examines the base.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Maybe we do need a laser.  My signals
                 are bouncing.  Fuzz analysis suggests
                 layers of titanium and maybe depleted
                 uranium.  The hatch must be six inches
                 thick.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam looks at a wall painting, a seascape with a China tea
       clipper in full sail.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 That doesn't make sense.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Huh?


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam opens a bedside table drawer.  There's a notebook, a
       silver pen, a plastic case containing a three-inch CD, and a
       dog-eared copy of the King James Bible.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 I think you mean "Huh?  Over."


       INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT

       A BLACK LIMO rolls up and stops near the elevator.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick's glued to the telemetry screen -- doesn't notice
       anything else.  If he'd only turn his head...


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam closes the drawer, heads back to the floor safe.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 We're talking one and a half, two
                 cubic feet at most.  Nothing could
                 fit into that space that justifies
                 the cost of a safe like this.


       INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT

       The black limo drives away.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Use your imagination.  Bearer bonds.
                 Company ownership certificates.
                 Fake passports.  Maybe the biggest
                 damn diamonds you ever saw in your
                 life.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Diamonds is why I'm here.  How do I
                 get to them, genius?


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick types furiously, little windows pop up and close as the
       columns of numbers are split up into blocks and analyzed.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Believe it or not I'm working on
                 that very problem.  The combination
                 is... twelve digits.

       More typing.  A window pops up with the number "7" in green.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 And the first digit is seven.  Repeat,
                 the first digit is seven.  Over.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Color me impressed.  How long before
                 you crack the other eleven?  Should
                 I make myself a sandwich?


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

       Rick glances at the monitor showing the underground parking
       lot -- and four people standing in the elevator.


       INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - NIGHT

       The elevator doors slide shut, cutting off our view of the
       four people.  SIR ROGER TREMAYNE, 70, a stiff upper lip
       Englishman with white hair; his beautiful young Chinese wife
       LEI PING, 20s; and two hulking Chinese BODYGUARDS.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 O-o-o-o-oh, shit.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Rick, you okay?


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Delta Base this is Delta...  Delta
                 Leader, Delta Leader, come in.  Ah
                 hell, Adam, talk to me for Christ's
                 sake!


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 Whassup my man?


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Elevator's on its way up.  I think
                 it might be him.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam snatches up the electronic gadgets and stuffs them into
       his belt pouch.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 You "think" it might be him?

       He kicks the carpet back over the floor safe and restores
       the table with the flower vase.  He hurries to the door.


       INT. VAN - NIGHT

                             RICK (into radio)
                 I can't be sure, someone got into
                 the elevator.  Stand by.  Over.

       Sweating, Rick peers at the monitor showing the entrance
       elevator hallway.  On the monitor, the elevator doors slide
       open.

                             RICK (into radio)
                 Oh, man...


       INT. ENTRANCE HALLWAY WITH ELEVATOR - NIGHT

       The elevator doors slide open.  The bodyguards step out.
       One of them opens the penthouse apartment door and goes
       inside.  Sir Roger and Lei Ping exit the elevator arm in
       arm.  The second bodyguard escorts them to the door.


       INT. PENTHOUSE MASTER BEDROOM - NIGHT

       Adam hurries back into the bedroom and SLAPS his hand down
       on the bed mattress, the metal ball flicks up into the air
       and he catches it, puts it inside his jacket.  He exits.


       INT. PENTHOUSE HALLWAY - NIGHT

       Adam exits the bedroom, heads for the living room.


       INT. PENTHOUSE LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

       Adam enters and is INSTANTLY ATTACKED by the 1st Bodyguard
       who throws a flurry of ferocious punches that Adam only just
       avoids.  Adam grabs a crystal lamp and smashes it over the
       1st Bodyguard's head.  The 1st Bodyguard shakes off the debris
       like an angry bear and stalks toward Adam.

       Adam tosses the metal ball at the 1st Bodyguard.

                             ADAM
                 Fire in the hole!

       The 1st Bodyguard pitches the ball through the open balcony
       doors.  Adam turns his head to watch and nods his appreciation
       of the perfect throw.

       The 1st Bodyguard reaches inside his jacket for a gun.  Adam
       pushes down on the 1st Bodyguard's wrist, stopping the draw,
       and punches the surprised guy, snapping his head back.  The
       1st Bodyguard falls backward over a couch, his gun spins
       through the air.

       Adam snatches the gun out of the air, ejects the magazine,
       throws the gun over his shoulder.

                             ADAM (into radio)
                 I'm blown, coming down fast.
                      (puzzled pause)
                 Delta Base, respond.  Over.

       Adam unhooks a coiled rope from his belt and heads for the
       balcony, but the 2nd Bodyguard leaps in from the hall.  Adam
       has to turn and block a dozen elbow and knee strikes.

       The 2nd Bodyguard spin-kicks, Adam drops fast and punches
       him in the nuts.  The 2nd Bodyguard clutches his crotch,
       spins out of control and demolishes a thick glass coffee
       table on his way to the floor.

       The 1st Bodyguard rises, Adam backfists him, driving him
       against the wall.  The bodyguard wipes blood from his lips,
       glares at Adam and charges.  Adam sidesteps and gives the
       1st Bodyguard a helpful push -- right through the open balcony
       doors!  The curtains flutter, the 1st Bodyguard vanishes.

       The 2nd Bodyguard grabs Adam's ankle and yanks him off his
       feet.  Adam spins in the air and lands like a cat on all
       fours.  The 2nd Bodyguard rises again but Adam smashes a
       chunk of broken glass over his skull.  The 2nd Bodyguard
       collapses onto what's left of the coffee table.

                             SIR ROGER (O.S.)
                 That's quite enough of that.

       Sir Roger is perfectly at ease, one hand in his jacket pocket.
       Lei Ping stands to one side in marksman's stance, aiming a
       gun at Adam.

                             SIR ROGER
                 My wife is a crack shot.  I'd advise
                 you to stand very still.

       Sir Roger takes a cellphone from his pocket, punches a number,
       holds the phone to his ear and listens.

                             SIR ROGER (into phone)
                 Why don't you bring him up and we'll
                 have a cosy little chat, hmm?

       He slips the phone into his pocket, and indicates a chair.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Take a seat, won't you?  There's no
                 reason we can't be civilized about
                 this.

       Adam sits down.  Out on the balcony, the 1st Bodyguard heaves
       himself up and over the rail.  He brushes himself down and
       tidies his hair before coming inside.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Put the kettle on, there's a good
                 fellow.

       The 1st Bodyguard gives Adam a dark look, and heads for the
       kitchen.

       Sir Roger sits down on a couch.  Lei Ping doesn't move an
       inch, she keeps Adam covered.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Shall I assume your being here isn't
                 accidental?  By which I mean, you're
                 not robbing every apartment in this
                 building, are you?  Just this one.

       Adam doesn't answer.

                             SIR ROGER
                 So you knew I was in town and you
                 assumed, rightly as it happens, that
                 my wife would have brought her jewelry
                 with her.

       Adam looks away, feeling like a chump.

                             SIR ROGER
                 I don't like heights myself.  I've
                 never even stepped out onto the
                 balcony.  Can't help but admire
                 someone who's brave enough to climb
                 up the side of a building.  And all
                 because of a few shiny baubles.

                             ADAM
                 You should keep your windows closed.

                             SIR ROGER
                 And risk trapping the dragon spirits
                 inside?  That would be a grave
                 mistake.  They must be able to leave
                 when they wish.

       CLAUDE, 30s, a huge Belgian mercenary carrying an Uzi machine
       pistol, enters pushing Rick in front of him.  Rick's relieved
       to see Adam but his relief vanishes when he sees Sir Roger,
       and Lei Ping aiming the gun.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Please sit down.  And put that away,
                 Claude.  You're being rude to our
                 guests.

       Claude throws Rick into a chair and slips his Uzi inside his
       jacket.  He leans down to whisper into Sir Roger's ear.  Sir
       Roger listens with increasing interest, watching Adam and
       Rick.  He dismisses Claude with a little wave.

                             SIR ROGER
                 See what's delaying the tea, there's
                 a good fellow.

       Claude exits to the kitchen.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Would you do me the courtesy of
                 telling me your names?

       Adam and Rick glance at each other.  Adam shrugs.

                             ADAM
                 I'm Adam Greff.

                             RICK
                 And I'm saying nothing till my lawyer
                 gets here.

                             ADAM
                 His name's Rick Harrington.  We
                 realize we've made a huge mistake.
                 If you let us go, we'll spread the
                 word that your security is
                 impenetrable and your apartment is
                 guarded.  You won't ever be bothered
                 again, I can guarantee it.

                             SIR ROGER
                 That sounds like a reasonable deal.
                 I'm tempted to take you up on it.

       Sir Roger makes another phone call.

                             SIR ROGER (into phone)
                 Adam Greff and Rick Harrington.

       He puts his phone away and smiles.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Ah, here comes the tea...

       Claude returns with a silver tray, teapot and cups.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Unfortunately we don't seem to have
                 a table any more...

       Lei Ping, without taking her gun off Adam, walks to a lamp
       table, puts the lamp down on the floor, and using her foot
       flicks the table into the air.  It tumbles end over end and
       lands perfectly, right way up, in front of Sir Roger.

       Adam looks at the table, looks at Lei Ping.  Her stony
       expression gives nothing away.  Claude puts the tray down.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Tea, Mr. Greff?

                             ADAM
                 I'd love a cup.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Mr. Harrington?

                             RICK
                 I'll pass.

       Claude pours two cups.  He adds cream into Sir Roger's cup,
       stirs it, offers the cup and saucer to Sir Roger.  Then looks
       enquiringly at Adam.

                             ADAM
                 As is.

       Claude gives him the cup.  Adam takes a quick sip and is
       pleasantly surprised.

                             ADAM
                 Wonderful.
                      (to Rick)
                 You don't know what you're missing.

                             RICK
                 Color me disappointed.

       Claude moves to stand behind Sir Roger.

                             ADAM
                 Who's your supplier?

                             SIR ROGER
                 I am.  The Chinese tea trade is still
                 very much alive.  It's just that no
                 one talks about it these days.

                             ADAM
                 You were in Hong Kong?

                             SIR ROGER
                 For a considerable number of years.
                 And in fact I still am.  The Chinese
                 Government has no qualms about dealing
                 with foreigners.  It wanted to take
                 back ownership of Hong Kong, but it
                 also wanted the British to stay.  We
                 are a conduit to international
                 business.  And we love China dearly.
                 They know and respect this.

                             ADAM
                 It wasn't that long ago you were
                 milking the place dry.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Times have changed, Mr. Greff.  We
                 acknowledge the uncouth methods our
                 ancestors employed.  They made the
                 mistake of treating the Chinese as
                 barbarians.  Not realizing, of course,
                 it is they who were the barbarians.

                             RICK
                 This is all very nice...

                             ADAM
                 So how can we get out of this mess?

       Assuming that's possible.

                             RICK
                 We didn't take anything.  All you
                 have on us... on him... is entering
                 your apartment.

                             SIR ROGER
                 I don't like to bother the police,
                 Mr. Harrington.  Which ensures they
                 don't bother me.

                             RICK
                 Then what say we just walk on out of
                 here, and I don't file a complaint
                 about your guys messing up my van?

       Sir Roger's phone RINGS, he holds it to his ear and listens.

                             ADAM
                 Hey.

                             RICK
                 What?

       Adam puts his finger to his lips.  Shh!

       Adam notices Lei Ping hasn't moved an inch.

       Sir Roger listens some more... then puts his phone away.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Tell me, what do you know about a
                 man named Han Sung?

                             ADAM
                 If you mean the gentleman who is
                 allegedly involved with the Chinese
                 Tongs...?

                             SIR ROGER
                 There's no need for diplomacy.  Han
                 Sung and I are... old rivals.  We
                 have little love for each other.
                 And he is not "involved" with the
                 Tongs.  King Dragon Han Sung runs
                 them.

                             ADAM
                 I heard that too.

                             RICK
                 No kidding.  The guy's crazy.  He
                 wiped out the other Tong bosses.
                 Chopped them into little pieces and
                 served them up in his restaurant...

       Rick realizes they're staring at him.  He shuts up.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Are you familiar with Han Sung's
                 nightclub?

                             ADAM
                 I hear it's a wild place, but I
                 haven't been there.

       Sir Roger sips his tea.  Adam puts his cup and saucer down
       on the table.

                             ADAM
                 What exactly are you proposing?

                             SIR ROGER
                 You've shown yourself to be a
                 resourceful man.  Your military and
                 police records confirm this.

                             ADAM
                 I repeat my question.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Han Sung has something I want.

                             ADAM
                 And you think I'm going to go fetch
                 it for you?

                             SIR ROGER
                 Hear me out, Mr. Greff.  You haven't
                 heard what's involved.  Or what the
                 rewards are.

                             ADAM
                 If it's anything to do with Han Sung,
                 the "rewards" involve my steaming
                 entrails and a whole lot of pain.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Perhaps.  And then again, perhaps
                 not.  You have skills which few men
                 possess.

                             RICK
                 Damn right.  They don't call him
                 "The Human Fly" for nothing.

       Sir Roger chuckles.  Lei Ping cracks a smile.  Adam winces.

                             ADAM
                 I didn't pick the nickname.

                             RICK
                 I did.  I called him that.  I was
                 the first.

       Adam gives him a withering look.

                             RICK
                 Hey come on, it's like a superhero.

                             SIR ROGER
                 You served with your Ranger Division
                 for seven years.  For two of those
                 years you were attached to special
                 operations.  A curious mix of hostage
                 rescue, political kidnapping, covert
                 intelligence gathering, and
                 assassination.

                             ADAM
                 Mind telling me who was on the other
                 end of that call?

       The 2nd Bodyguard begins to regain consciousness.  Sir Roger
       motions to Claude who lifts the dazed man and drags him out.

                             SIR ROGER
                 That should not concern you, Mr.
                 Greff.  What should concern you is
                 the fact you have been caught in the
                 act, so to speak.  As I said, I don't
                 like to bother the police.

       Adam glances at Lei Ping.  She's still covering him.

                             ADAM
                 A powerful man like you prefers to
                 implement his own justice system.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Very well put.

                             ADAM
                 And the only thing you're worried
                 about at the moment... is whether we
                 leave bloodstains on the carpet,
                 right?

                             SIR ROGER
                 You're catching on, Mr. Greff.

       Claude returns and stands behind Sir Roger's couch, glaring
       hostility at Adam and Rick.

                             ADAM
                 So, let's talk about Han Sung.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Before we do, let me warn you that
                 my wife is a human lie detector.
                 Should you attempt to deceive me,
                 this conversation will come to an
                 abrupt end regardless of the carpet
                 cleaning bill.

                             RICK
                 Now wait a minute, you can't just go
                 around threatening people.  You're
                 not above the law.  No one is.  Any
                 shooting goes on here, the cops are
                 gonna bust down your door and throw
                 you and Quick Draw McGraw over there
                 in the slammer.

                             ADAM
                 Rick, old buddy, why don't you let
                 me do the talking?

       Rick stands up.  Claude looks to Sir Roger for a cue but Sir
       Roger doesn't react.

                             RICK
                 That's all you've been doing, and
                 you know where it's got us?  Nowhere.
                      (to Sir Roger)
                 We're walking out of here.  Nobody
                 better try to stop us.

       Lei Ping lowers her gun and extends one leg behind her as if
       she's getting ready to push something.  She twists her
       shoulder and hip and extends her arm straight toward Rick,
       palm outward, and lets out a WHOOSHING breath.

       Rick's slammed back into his chair as if Lei Ping hit him,
       but she's 20 feet away!  He rubs his chest in pain and stares
       at her, bewildered.

                             RICK
                 Hell did you hit me with?

       Adam bows his head toward Lei Ping in acknowledgement.

                             ADAM
                 One of the most impressive
                 demonstrations of Gong Chi I've ever
                 seen.  Please accept my admiration.

                             RICK
                 Gong what?  She damn near bust my
                 ribs!

       Adam kicks the table, sending it, the teapot and the tray
       flying toward Lei Ping.  In the same motion he jumps onto
       Sir Roger's couch, leaps past him and SLAMS into Claude,
       knocking him backward.

       Lei Ping punches the table, turning it into matchwood.  She
       punches the teapot, shattering it.  She punches the tray,
       putting a fist-sized dent into the silver.  She tilts her
       head left and right, avoiding cups and saucers and teaspoons.
       Nothing touches her.  They break and clink behind her.

       Claude lies on his back on the floor, stunned.  He lifts his
       head in time to meet Adam's fist coming down.  WHAP!  Claude
       goes for a nap.

       BLAM!  The gunshot makes Adam spin round.  Lei Ping shot
       Rick in the shoulder!  Blood seeps between his fingers.

                             RICK
                 Ah, Jesus!

       The two bruised Chinese bodyguards appear, guns drawn.  Sir
       Roger shakes his head, and they withdraw.  Sir Roger sips
       his tea as if nothing's happening.

                             SIR ROGER
                 My wife could as easily have shot
                 him between the eyes.  Do sit down,
                 Mr. Greff.  Let's have no more
                 unpleasantness, hmm?

       Adam unwillingly returns to his chair.

                             ADAM
                 Takes a lot to ruffle your feathers.

                             SIR ROGER
                 A lifetime in the Orient has taught
                 me patience.  It's also taught me to
                 find a man's weakness and use it to
                 control him.

       Adam glances at Rick.  And nods defeat to Sir Roger.

                             RICK
                 I need a doctor.  I'm bleeding to
                 death here.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Your cousin's technical expertise
                 may prove useful.  But you, Mr. Greff,
                 will be my primary agent in this
                 matter.

                             ADAM
                 Why don't you quit pussyfooting around
                 and tell me what it is you want me
                 to steal?

                             SIR ROGER
                 Gold, Mr. Greff.  A fortune in gold
                 bullion.

                             ADAM
                 Fort Knox is a little out of my
                 league.

                             SIR ROGER
                 It's sitting in crates in one of the
                 upper rooms in Han Sung's nightclub,
                 waiting to be shipped back to the
                 old country.

                             ADAM
                 Let me just stop you there and tell
                 you, this is pretty tough jerky you're
                 asking me to chew.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Why?  The Tongs only deal in gold
                 and silver.  Paper money means nothing
                 to them.  The bullion is Han Sung's
                 annual tribute to his masters.  It's
                 the price he must pay for retaining
                 his rank and influence.  Stealing
                 the gold from him serves two purposes.
                 One, it will cause Han Sung acute
                 embarrassment.  The High Dragon Lords
                 will question his competence.  He'll
                 lose face, and with the Chinese, as
                 you know, face is everything.  Two,
                 it will make both of us very rich
                 indeed.

                             ADAM
                 How rich is "very rich"?

                             SIR ROGER
                 Its value is conservatively estimated
                 at two hundred million dollars.  I'm
                 willing to offer you a cash equivalent
                 of twenty-five percent upon successful
                 completion of the job.

                             ADAM
                 Fifty million bucks.  That's a lot
                 of money.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Consider it extreme hazard pay.

                             ADAM
                 Just for argument's sake, let's
                 suppose the gold exists.  I'm guessing
                 it's not just sitting there waiting
                 to be snatched by anyone who happens
                 to be passing.  Han Sung has a couple
                 of his boys keeping an eye on it,
                 right?

                             SIR ROGER
                 There will be guards, yes.

                             ADAM
                 So I get past these guards and reach
                 the gold.  What am I supposed to do
                 with it?  Two hundred million dollars
                 worth of gold bullion must weigh
                 upward of two tons.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Closer to three, actually.  But don't
                 you see, Mr. Greff?  That's all part
                 of the challenge.

       Sir Roger looks at Rick, who's still holding his bleeding
       shoulder.

                             SIR ROGER
                 And what do you say, Mr. Harrington?

                             RICK
                 You had me at "gold."

                             SIR ROGER
                 Very sensible.  We'll get that scratch
                 attended to in a moment, never fear.

                             RICK
                 Thanks...

                             ADAM
                 I'll need time to think about it.

                             SIR ROGER
                 Alas there is precious little time
                 to think.  The bullion will be taken
                 to the docks at 4 a.m. tomorrow
                 morning and loaded aboard one of Han
                 Sung's tankers.  I must have your
                 answer now.

                             ADAM
                 Why not arrange an ambush when he
                 moves the gold?  Set up a crossfire
                 with a couple of sniper teams--

                             SIR ROGER
                 He'll expect that!  Every hired gun
                 in town will be on hand to protect
                 the convoy.  It addition to which,
                 we may expect the convoy's firepower
                 to be considerable.  No, Mr. Greff,
                 if we are to relieve Han Sung of
                 his wealth it must be done either
                 tonight or tomorrow night.  You'll
                 need some time to "case the joint,"
                 as they say, and prepare a plan.  I
                 should imagine tomorrow night is the
                 optimum choice.  Don't you agree?

       Sir Roger sips his tea.  Adam is speechless.

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