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

       "The Switch" - screenplay by Derek Paterson.

       FADE IN:

       EXT. J.F.K. INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT - DAY

       Among the daily traffic is an AEROFLOT plane, arriving from
       the frozen wastes of darkest Russia.


       INT. ARRIVALS - DAY

       Pick up on MAJOR TIMUR BORIN, late 20s, noted for the severity
       of his buzz cut.  He's wearing civilian clothes but his
       bearing and confidence are military.

       As he moves through Customs like a panther he's covertly
       observed by several AIRPORT WORKERS who speak into hidden
       radio mikes, reporting his progress.

                             AGENT (into radio)
                 Positive identification.  Subject is
                 exiting the building.


       EXT. TERMINAL BUILDING - DAY

       Borin climbs into a waiting limo with diplomatic plates and
       is driven away.


       EXT. TRAFFIC STREAM HEADING INTO NYC - DAY

       Borin's limo among the traffic, heading into the city.


       INT./EXT. ROGERS' CAR - NYC STREETS (MOVING) - DAY

       ALEXANDER ROGERS, 50s, could easily be mistaken for a
       successful businessman.  Actually he's boss of a government
       funded dirty tricks agency.  Beside him is SERGEI RASTOV,
       50s, an untidy looking Russian.  The car telephone rings.
       Rogers picks up.

                             ROGERS (into phone)
                 Rogers.
                      (he listens)
                 Let's play this as if we're going to
                 do it.  Make the approach.

       He checks his watch.

                             ROGERS (into phone)
                 Call me in an hour and tell me how
                 you got on.
                      (he listens, smiling)
                 Yes, I said an hour.

       He hangs up.

                             ROGERS
                 Borin's back, right on schedule.

                             SERGEI
                      (Russian accent)
                 I've seen you come up with desperate
                 plans before, but this one takes
                 pie.  It's going to turn to shit, I
                 can feel it already.

       Rogers looks out the window, lost in his private thoughts.


       EXT. UNIVERSITY - DAY

       A busy campus.


       INT. CLASSROOM - DAY

       A PROFESSOR lectures on the history of computing science,
       using slides that show the original machines built in the
       early '50s and influenced by Turing's Colussus.

       RICK PRESTON, 20, sits near the front.  He's not quite a
       geek but he could never be mistaken for a jock.  He's
       fascinated by the subject, scribbles notes on his pad.

       At the back of the classroom, unnoticed and unremarked.
       JANICE ROGERS, could be 40s or younger.  Mature, refined,
       intelligent.  Her attention is fully on Rick.

       Rick gets that odd feeling we all experience at some time.
       He looks round, expecting to see someone watching him, but
       the seat where Janice was sitting is empty.


       INT. CAFETERIA - DAY

       Rick and his classmates enjoy a quiet, serious friendship.
       Rick selects chicken salad, fruit, diet drink.  He's heading
       for his classmates' table when Janice steps in his way.

                             RICK
                 Oh, sorry--

                             JANICE
                 Rick Preston?  Could I have a word
                 with you?  In private.  Please.

       She indicates an empty table apart from everyone else.

       They sit down, facing each other.

                             RICK
                 What can I do for you?


       EXT. MIDTOWN HOTEL - DAY

       With the U.N. Building visible in b.g.


       EXT. MIDTOWN HOTEL - ENTRANCE - DAY

       Borin's limo pulls up.  He gets out.  Two BODYGUARDS step
       out of the hotel.  One man watches the street while the second
       man escorts Borin into the lobby.


       INT. MIDTOWN HOTEL - RECEPTION - DAY

       Borin and the bodyguard enter, looking mean.  They sweep
       past the desk, heading for the elevator.

       This is business as usual for the HOTEL STAFF, who don't
       even notice what their foreign guests are up to any more.


       INT. HOTEL ELEVATOR AND HALLWAY - DAY

       The elevator doors open, Borin and bodyguard emerge.  They're
       met by another two BODYGUARDS who let Borin pass.


       INT. KAMAKOV'S HOTEL ROOM - DAY

       LEONID KAMAKOV, 60s, an imposing figure.  If he hadn't gone
       into politics he would probably have been a chess grandmaster.
       Or head of the Russian Mafia.

       A BODYGUARD opens the door.  Borin enters.  Kamakov embraces
       him like a lost son.  It's like a grizzly bear squeezing
       toothpaste out of a giant tube.  Both men sit down.

                             KAMAKOV
                 Good trip?

       Borin doesn't answer until the Bodyguard has walked around
       the room holding an electronic gizmo, and confirms with a
       shake of his head that they're not being bugged.

                             BORIN
                 A very good trip.  Everyone sends
                 their regards... and their assurances.

       The two men look at each other, and smile.


       EXT. UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - DAY

       Rick and Janice find a bench and sit down.

                             JANICE
                 I spoke to Professor Lansing.  He
                 says you're in the running for an
                 award.

                             RICK
                 Me and three other guys.  Some of
                 their projects are a lot better than
                 mine.  Look, I don't want to be rude,
                 but you still haven't told me who
                 you are.

                             JANICE
                 You're in a position to do a service
                 for your country.

       Rick stares at her, waiting.

                             JANICE
                 Call it fate.  Or, if you want to
                 get technical, call it the results
                 of a database search.

                             RICK
                 Which database?

                             JANICE
                 The National Security Agency has a
                 system called PHYLLIS that converts
                 facial and physical characteristics
                 into math.  I believe you're
                 acquainted with it?

                             RICK
                 Uh, we really shouldn't be having
                 this conversation...

                             JANICE
                 The National Security Agency
                 contracted part of the code to the
                 academic sector.  You worked on it
                 for six months.  Because of this
                 you're on the database, along with
                 everyone in your class.

       Rick's suspicion gives way to surprise.

                             JANICE
                 You shouldn't feel special or
                 anything, so are nineteen million
                 other people.  Ten years from now
                 everyone in the country will be
                 registered.

                             RICK
                 That's kinda spooky, isn't it?

                             JANICE
                 Not unless you're a criminal or a
                 spy.  You don't strike me as the
                 criminal type, Rick.  How do you
                 feel about being a spy?


       INT. MEETING ROOM - DAY

       Rogers meets with his bosses, three young suits who look
       like they just graduated from Harvard.

                             SUIT #1
                 This isn't about budgets, Mr. Rogers.

                             ROGERS
                 Then what is it about?  My section
                 has one of the highest success rates
                 in the international theater.

                             SUIT #1
                 That's a very good point.  The fact
                 you're supposed to operate in that
                 theater means we're often puzzled as
                 to why the majority of your team
                 operates in the United States.

                             ROGERS
                 When you say things like that, it
                 frightens me.

                             SUIT #1
                 You don't think we understand and
                 appreciate your methods?

                             ROGERS
                 My section targets foreign agents
                 and diplomats.  When they move in
                 and out of the continental United
                 States, we move with them.  Passing
                 the mark to one of our domestic
                 intelligence agencies in the hope
                 they'll continue to keep the mark
                 under covert surveillance, would
                 invite disaster.

                             SUIT #1
                 You really think these people are so
                 important that they have to be watched
                 the entire time they're in the U.S.?

                             ROGERS
                 If we didn't think they were
                 important, we wouldn't keep tabs on
                 them.

                             SUIT #2
                 Let's talk about Berlin.

                             ROGERS
                 What about Berlin?

                             SUIT #2
                      (reading notes)
                 The mark's name was Lawrence Mittel.
                 His body was discovered in an attic,
                 tied to a chair and brutalized, then
                 shot through the head.


       INT. ATTIC - NIGHT

       Cold and damp, bare floorboards, peeling walls.  MITTEL,
       50s, is naked and tied to a chair, his face bloody from
       numerous beatings, bruises and burn marks on his shoulders
       and chest.

       Mittel raises his head and looks at us with his one good
       eye.  The other is so puffed up it's completely shut.

       Rogers stands facing Mittel.  He draws a pistol, pulls back
       the slide, takes aim.  Mittel is so detached from what's
       happening, you'd think he was watching this on T.V.


       INT. MEETING ROOM - DAY

                             ROGERS
                 Mittel was a former agent working
                 for East German intelligence, before
                 everyone in Europe became friends
                 again.

                             SUIT #2
                 If everyone is friends, why was this
                 man tortured and killed?

                             ROGERS
                 Sometimes, unfortunately, that kind
                 of thing is necessary.  It's
                 distasteful, and God knows nobody
                 enjoys it -- none of the people who
                 work for me are sadists -- but it
                 has to be done.
                      (beat)
                 Mittel was a ghoul, an interrogator.
                 The best in the business.  He always
                 got results.  If chemicals wouldn't
                 do it, he'd skin his victims alive.
                 He started at the feet and worked
                 his way up.  By the time he reached
                 their genitals, they'd be singing
                 like birds.
                      (beat)
                 With women, he started at the top
                 and worked down, removing the skull
                 cap and hair, then the forehead,
                 then the nose and lips...  Women are
                 far more sensitive about having their
                 looks destroyed, you see.  Shall I
                 continue?

       The three suits are about ready to barf.

                             ROGERS
                 Lawrence Mittel was a demon from
                 Hell, gentlemen.  He got his hands
                 on one of our subcontractors, a
                 courier we used.  We found what was
                 left of her lying face-down in a
                 bath tub, floating in her own juices.


       INT. BATHROOM - NIGHT

       Exactly as described, a female human corpse lying face-down
       in a bath tub, hands tied behind her back.  We pan over her
       naked, bloody body, getting an idea of the awful death this
       woman suffered at the hands of a monster.


       INT. ATTIC - NIGHT

       Rogers aims his pistol at Mittel.  BANG!  A cold-blooded
       execution.


       INT. MEETING ROOM - DAY

                             ROGERS
                 I personally authorized Mittel's
                 termination.  We snatched him from
                 his apartment and did a number on
                 him.  That's an "industry" term, it
                 means inflict maximum physical damage
                 upon the subject.  I think we probably
                 borrowed it from the Mafia.  In
                 Mittel's case, the techniques we
                 used were similiar to those employed
                 by some of the smuggler gangs he
                 dealt with.  We made it look as if
                 he'd crossed them and paid the price.
                 Actually, he crossed us and paid the
                 price.  The gene pool is cleaner
                 without him, believe me.

       The suits glance at each other, and continue.

                             SUIT #1
                 The point is, Mr. Rogers, we're trying
                 to figure how your section could
                 possibly have any connection with
                 the death of an ex-East German agent.

                             ROGERS
                 Oh, is that all?  Why didn't you say
                 so?  The dead courier could identify
                 some of my people.  Mittel threatened
                 to sell the information to the other
                 side.  We had to kill him in order
                 to protect ourselves.

                             SUIT #2
                 How do you know he hadn't already
                 sold it?

                             ROGERS
                 We asked him nicely.

                             SUIT #1
                 Couldn't you turn the matter over to
                 the German authorities?

                             ROGERS
                 Don't you guys keep up to date with
                 the news?  The Europeans think we're
                 trying to take over the world.  If
                 the German authorities knew we still
                 had covert agents operating over
                 there, they'd throw them in jail and
                 file a diplomatic protest.  Besides
                 which, they used Mittel themselves
                 whenever they had to get a confession
                 from an uncooperative suspect.
                 Chances are they would have protected
                 him in order to protect themselves.
                 Some things never change.

       Rogers stares at Suit #3 who hasn't spoken yet.

                             ROGERS
                 You don't have anything to say?

                             SUIT #3
                 We're closing down your section.
                 The work you do will be absorbed by
                 N.S.A.  We appreciate this probably
                 can't be done overnight.  You'll
                 pull your people in Europe back home
                 A.S.A.P.  Some will be reassigned,
                 probably to C.I.A.'s Europe Desk.
                 It seems unreasonable to throw away
                 their experience.  Others will be
                 turned loose with a generous
                 separation package.

       Rogers tries to hide his shock.

                             ROGERS
                 What about current operations?
                 Missions that are already running?

                             SUIT #3
                 You'll meet with Hamilton from N.S.A.
                 and turn everything over to him.
                 Hamilton is very interested in your
                 man, Sergei Rastov.  I think he'd
                 like Rastov to join his team.  Would
                 you have any problems with that?

       Rogers stands up, draws his 9mm and SHOOTS the three suits
       to death.  His face is twisted with rage.

       Rewind.  Rogers sits calmly.  The suits are still alive.
       That was just his little fantasy.

                             ROGERS
                 I'm relieved Sergei will be given a
                 chance to perform for N.S.A.  They
                 won't be disappointed in him, of
                 that I can assure you.

                             SUIT #1
                 We'll want to talk to you again, Mr.
                 Rogers.  Shall we say, the seventh?

                             ROGERS
                 I'll check my diary and have my
                 secretary call yours.

       The meeting wraps up.  Rogers watches them leave.


       EXT. UNIVERSITY CAMPUS - DAY

       Janice sits on the bench, looking up at Rick.  He's
       astonished... but dealing with it.

                             RICK
                 How many other people look like this
                 guy...?

                             JANICE
                 We'll get to him in a moment.  PHYLLIS
                 gave us 12 names.  Most are unsuitable
                 because of their age or their
                 geographical location.  The subject
                 has what you might call a fresh-faced
                 look.  He's ten years older than
                 you, but you wouldn't know it.

                             RICK
                      (laughing)
                 And you think... I'm sorry, it's
                 hard to take this seriously... you
                 think I could fool someone into
                 believing I'm him?

                             JANICE
                 That was the general idea.

       Rick turns away from her, still laughing.  She waits until
       it subsides.

                             JANICE
                 Yes, things are a little desperate.
                 That's the only reason we'd approach
                 an outsider and ask for help.  You
                 can be damned sure we checked you
                 out first.  Because of the work you
                 did on PHYLLIS you already have the
                 necessary security clearance.  You've
                 got the brains to do this.  If you
                 were stupid, we wouldn't be having
                 this conversation.

                             RICK
                 Tickling my vanity isn't going to
                 work.

                             JANICE
                 Then what is?

                             RICK
                 Would my life be at risk?

                             JANICE
                 You're at risk just crossing the
                 street.

                             RICK
                 Who's the guy?

                             JANICE
                 He's an officer in the Russian
                 military.

                             RICK
                 When I think about soldiers, I see
                 guns.  Lots of guns.

                             JANICE
                 Here's the deal.  We want to talk to
                 the subject.  We can't just walk up
                 to him and ask him questions.  We
                 need to get him alone somewhere for
                 a couple of hours...

                             RICK
                 You mean inject him with sodium
                 pentathol?

       Janice folds over, having a laughing fit.  Rick looks around,
       kinda embarrassed in case someone sees him with this loony.
       Janice finally recovers and wipes tears away.

                             JANICE
                 I'm sorry, that just kinda slipped
                 out.

                             RICK
                 Did I say something funny?

                             JANICE
                 We watch old spy movies from the
                 Sixties and Seventies for training
                 purposes.

                             RICK
                 I guess sodium pentathol's a little
                 out of date, huh?

                             JANICE
                 Just a little.

                             RICK
                 So you're asking me to look like
                 this guy for a couple of hours...

                             JANICE
                 To stand in as a substitute.

                             RICK
                 What movie did you steal that plot
                 from?

                             JANICE
                 The difference here is, I didn't
                 just bump into you on the train to
                 Istanbul and happen to notice your
                 astounding resemblance to the subject.
                 You were selected by a complex set
                 of algorithms that threw up a ninety-
                 nine point nine percent match.  Having
                 met you, I have to agree.

       Rick sits down and thinks about it, long and hard.

                             RICK
                 I got a question.

       He looks around for a hidden camera.

                             RICK
                 Are we on Reality T.V.?


       INT./EXT. ROGERS' CAR - NYC STREETS (MOVING) - DAY

       Rogers and Sergei in the back seat.

                             ROGERS
                 My instincts told me to kill everyone
                 in the damn room.  But I guess some
                 people in Washington might not
                 appreciate that kind of direct action.

                             SERGEI
                 You never know.  Everyone's downsizing
                 these days.

                             ROGERS
                 Downsizing.  That's what they're
                 doing to us.  Guess what?  I'm not
                 going to let them get away with it.


       EXT. COLLEGE CAMPUS - PARKING LOT - DAY

       Janice unlocks her car.  Rick grins.

                             JANICE
                 What?

                             RICK
                 My mother warned me never to get in
                 a car with a strange woman.

                             JANICE
                 You think I'm strange, Rick?

       Janice gets in and closes her door.

                             RICK
                 No, I don't think you're strange...

       He climbs into the passenger seat.


       INT./EXT. ROGERS' CAR - NYC STREETS (MOVING) - DAY

                             ROGERS
                 I know where this is coming from.
                 That dickhead Hamilton is screwing
                 us.

                             SERGEI
                 You want him dead, just say the word.

                             ROGERS
                 Thank you, but I'll take out my own
                 trash.  He's making himself look
                 good at our expense.  Well, maybe we
                 can do something about that.

                             SERGEI
                 Such as?

                             ROGERS
                 This Borin thing could be seen as
                 something of a coup.  We know Kamakov
                 has Washington rattled.  Putting him
                 in charge of the arms reduction
                 delegation is like unleashing a hungry
                 fox into a henhouse.

                             SERGEI
                 Moscow wants Washington to know
                 they're serious.

                             ROGERS
                 Maybe.  Or maybe Kamakov pulled every
                 string he could to get himself a
                 seat at the conference table.  We
                 need to know what's going on in his
                 mind.  Major Borin gives us a perfect
                 opportunity.  If Janice can find us
                 a stand-in, we're on.

                             SERGEI
                 Didn't they order you to turn current
                 operations over to Hamilton?

                             ROGERS
                 This one's still at the planning
                 stage, there's nothing to turn over,
                 yet.  By the time there is... I might
                 go directly to Washington to report
                 the outcome.  Just so they know what
                 a huge mistake it would be to shut
                 down my section.  This is our chance
                 to make good, Sergei.  Unless you
                 want to go work for Hamilton, of
                 course.

                             SERGEI
                 The thought never once crossed my
                 mind.

                             ROGERS
                 Uh-huh.  This could work.  Let's see
                 that it does.


       INT./EXT. JANICE'S CAR - NYC STREETS (MOVING) - DAY

       Janice drives.  Rick can't stop glancing at her.

                             JANICE
                 Am I overpowering you with my beauty?

                             RICK
                 Something like that.

                             JANICE
                 You got a girlfriend, Rick?

                             RICK
                 That river seems to have dried up,
                 if you must know.  Why do you ask?

                             JANICE
                 I was going to give you a "thinking
                 about having sex with me isn't fair
                 to your girlfriend" routine.  Forget
                 it.

                             RICK
                 I wasn't thinking about having sex
                 with you!  I was just wondering what
                 perfume you had on, that's all.

                             JANICE
                 Does it make you horny?

                             RICK
                 The day comes when I can't tell
                 someone they smell nice, I don't
                 want to live in this country any
                 more.

       He winces and looks away.  God, that sounded corny.

                             RICK
                 Where are we going?

                             JANICE
                 To meet someone who'll convince you
                 you're not on Candid Camera.  That's
                 what you want, isn't it?

                             RICK
                 I thought you meant someone on campus,
                 not halfway across town.  I have a
                 class this afternoon.

                             JANICE
                 No, you don't.

                             RICK
                 What's that supposed to mean?

       Janice slows and turns into a GARAGE.  She presses her horn.
       Doors slide open and Janice drives inside.


       INT. GARAGE - DAY

       A MECHANIC closes the doors.  Janice parks in an empty space
       and they climb out.

                             JANICE
                 You've been taken to the hospital
                 with a virus.  Everyone who needs to
                 know has been informed.

                             RICK
                 A virus?

                             JANICE
                 Relax, you're responding well to
                 antibiotics, you're going to be okay.
                 Anyone calls the hospital, they'll
                 be told you're already in recovery
                 and should be back in class soon.
                 It's all taken care of.

                             RICK
                 You're taking astounding liberties
                 with my life.

                             JANICE
                 We're just being careful.  It's what
                 we do.  In this line of business...

                             RICK
                 What?

                             JANICE
                 Nothing.  Come on.

       She heads for a door at the back of the garage.  Rick follows.

                             RICK
                 In this line of business what?

                             JANICE
                 We like to make sure all our bases
                 are covered, that's all.

                             RICK
                 Why the hospital?  Why not an old
                 aunt's funeral, or something ordinary
                 like that?

                             JANICE
                 What if a family member calls looking
                 for you, and whoever takes the call
                 offers them condolences on your aunt's
                 death?

       Janice takes a key from her purse, unlocks the door.

                             RICK
                 I never thought of that.

                             JANICE
                 We did.

       They step through into--


       INT. HALLWAY - DAY

       Janice leads Rick to a door at the end of the hallway.  He
       looks up, notices security cameras.


       INT. BRIEFING ROOM - DAY

       A long table with chairs on each side.  Janice and Rick enter.
       Rogers and Sergei are already seated.

                             JANICE
                 Rick, this is Alex Rogers and Sergei
                 Rastov.  People, Rick Preston.

       Rogers and Sergei lean across the table to shake hands.

                             ROGERS
                 Now that Janice has told you our
                 names, I'm afraid we're going to
                 have to kill you.

       Rick smiles uncertainly.

                             SERGEI
                 He was the first to use that line,
                 you know.  It was in the '70s, we
                 were in Budapesht at the time...

                             ROGERS
                 Stop it, you're making me feel old.
                      (to Rick)
                 Please, take a seat.

       They sit.  Rick's enjoying this, but still isn't convinced.

                             ROGERS
                 You're curious, huh?

                             RICK
                 Getting more so by the minute.

                             ROGERS
                 The most difficult thing about working
                 for a quasi-covert government agency
                 is trying to convince people you're
                 not talking bullshit.  Let's try the
                 easy way.

       He touches a button.  The lights dim, a projector beams an
       image onto a screen, it's a zoom lens still shot of Borin
       and Kamakov as they exit a building after tough-looking
       Bodyguards.

                             ROGERS
                 The guy on the left is Major Timur
                 Konstantin Borin.  The guy on the
                 right is Leonid Vladimir Kamakov.

                             RICK
                 Kamakov... isn't that the guy leading
                 the Russian delegation at the UN?

                             ROGERS
                 One and the same.  He's a hardliner,
                 tough as nails.  Intelligence services
                 regard him as the last true enemy of
                 the West.  Every time he stands up
                 back home, he tells the Politburu
                 they're a bunch of fags who need to
                 get balls.  He's advocated upgrading
                 their military and pursuing an
                 aggressive star wars program that
                 makes the Reagan era stuff look
                 positively tame.  Needless to say,
                 Kamakov's pretty popular with the
                 Army.  The Russian leaders don't
                 dare lay a finger on him for this
                 reason.  Those guys with him are
                 Spetsnaz.  You know what that means?

                             RICK
                 Sure.  Russian special forces.  Rambo
                 kicked their ass in the third movie.

       Rogers winces.  Janice smiles and looks away.

                             ROGERS
                 We managed to get our hands on a
                 couple of Spetznaz training movies
                 that make "Silence of the Lambs"
                 look like a kid's cartoon.  These
                 boys are killers, and they don't
                 take prisoners.  Kamakov has at least
                 three Spetsnaz bodyguards within
                 whispering distance at all times.
                 Even Borin rates an escort.

       The projected image changes:  Borin sits in the cockpit of a
       jet fighter aircraft in a hangar, surrounded by officers and
       engineers wearing overalls.

       And again:  Borin in the company of Army officers, bent over
       a map table studying unit dispositions.

       And again:  Borin in civilian clothes this time, sitting in
       a restaurant with a strikingly beautiful blonde (MICHA SHILOV)
       who raises a glass of red wine to her lips.

                             ROGERS
                 The aircraft inspection took place
                 at an airfield in the Ukraine.  The
                 armor maneuvers took place on the
                 northern Afghan border.  He wined
                 and dined the girl in an expensive
                 Paris restaurant.

       Rick stares at the blonde.  Then he realizes Janice is
       watching him.

                             ROGERS
                 Our boy gets around.  Over the past
                 month he's clocked up enough frequent
                 flyer miles to get to the Moon and
                 back.  We figure something's going
                 on... and that something is being
                 orchestrated by his boss, Kamakov.

                             JANICE
                 He wants to know who the girl is.

       Rick wishes the floor would open up and swallow him.

                             ROGERS
                 Her name's Micha Shilov, she works
                 as a clerk at the Russian Embassy in
                 Paris.  Borin seeks out attractive
                 women wherever he goes.  His record
                 in that area is impressive.  In
                 psychological terms he's a compulsive
                 sex addict.  And he doesn't always
                 wait for formal surroundings.  He
                 takes advantage of any tactically
                 advantageous environment.

                             JANICE
                 Like the ladies' room in that
                 restaurant, for example.  And the
                 entrance lobby.  And the parking
                 lot.

                             ROGERS
                 To name but three.
                      (to Rick)
                 Let's just say you wouldn't want to
                 take him home to meet your Mom.
                 He'd have her in the sack in ten
                 seconds flat.

       Rogers switches off the projector and brings the lights up
       again.  The three of them stare at Rick.

                             RICK
                 That's it?  No cartoons?

                             ROGERS
                 I need you to stop joking and
                 carefully consider what we're asking
                 you to do, Rick.  It isn't dangerous,
                 not in the "flying bullets" sense,
                 but you're going to need a cool head.
                 More importantly, you'll need to be
                 aware of everything that's going on
                 around you.

                             RICK
                 I can be cool.

                             ROGERS
                 We'll give you everything you need
                 so you look just like Borin.  You're
                 already very similar.  With the right
                 haircut, and the right clothes, and
                 maybe the right posture... I think
                 you can pass for him.

                             SERGEI
                 I agree.

                             RICK
                 So what are we talking about here?
                 I stay in bed all day and tell them
                 I have a bad cold?

                             ROGERS
                 The Russian delegation has taken
                 over the second floor of the hotel
                 they're staying in.  We considered
                 making the switch there, but it's
                 too risky.  They have guards on the
                 elevator and on the stairs at all
                 times.

                             RICK
                 Then... where?

                             ROGERS
                 Either when they leave the hotel, or
                 once they reach the UN Building.  We
                 haven't decided yet.  Setting up a
                 distraction for the bodyguards at
                 the hotel would be difficult, but
                 not impossible.  All we need are a
                 couple of seconds to spirit Borin
                 away and put you in his place.

                             SERGEI
                 All eyes will be on Kamakov when the
                 distraction happens.  Borin will
                 only be a secondary consideration.

                             RICK
                 You've done this kind of thing before,
                 right?

       Rogers and Sergei glance at each other and smile.  Janice
       smiles too.

                             ROGERS
                 You might say that.

                             RICK
                 I don't speak Russian.

                             JANICE
                 Then it's just as well that we do.
                 We'll teach you a dozen stock phrases
                 that should carry you through any
                 situation that doesn't get too
                 involved.  You'll also be wearing a
                 radio mike and earphone, so you'll
                 receive an on-the-spot translation
                 whenever anyone speaks to you.  Don't
                 worry, they're so tiny no one will
                 notice them.

                             RICK
                 You almost make it sound easy.

                             ROGERS
                 It will be easy, assuming you agree
                 to become our spy for the day.

                             RICK
                 Do I have a choice?

                             ROGERS
                 Yes, you have a choice.  If you say
                 no then Janice will drive you back.
                 We'll ask you to say nothing about
                 what you've just seen and heard, of
                 course.  You understand that's covered
                 by the terms of the National Security
                 Act, which you've already signed?

                             RICK
                 When would it happen?

       Rogers looks at his watch.

                             ROGERS
                 Oh, about this time tomorrow.


       EXT. DOWNTOWN APARTMENT BUILDING (ROGERS' H.Q.) - DAY


       INT. LIVING ROOM (H.Q.) - TOP FLOOR - DAY

       Janice shows Rick inside.  It's really a combination living
       room and dining room, with a table and chairs by the window.
       Doors lead off into other rooms.  A full length mirror stands
       in one corner, a fridge in the other.

       Janice closes the door and stands staring at Rick.  He can't
       help but notice.

                             RICK
                 What?

                             JANICE
                 Take off your jacket and shirt.

                             RICK
                 I beg your pardon?

                             JANICE
                 The clock's already running on this
                 one.  The quicker we get started,
                 the better.

       She helps Rick unbutton his shirt.  In a moment he's naked
       from the waist up, embarrassed.

                             JANICE
                 You're about twenty pounds lighter
                 than Borin.  We can give you a padded
                 vest that'll bulk you out.

       She looks him over like a butcher inspecting a calf.

                             RICK
                 You're making me nervous.  It's like
                 you didn't eat today.

                             JANICE
                 I'm going to pass your sizes on to
                 our tailor.  I'll be back in a minute.

       She exits, leaving him half-naked.

       Rick almost jumps when a door opens and TERRI enters, 20s,
       very attractive, wearing black lace panties and bra.  Terri
       smiles hello.

                             RICK
                 God, I'm sorry, I didn't know--

                             TERRI
                 That's okay.  Where's Janice?

       Rick picks up his shirt, puts it on.

                             RICK
                 She said something about a tailor.

                             TERRI
                 I'm Terri.

                             RICK
                 Rick, Rick Preston.

       Terri offers her hand, they shake formally.  She laughs,
       then indicates the fridge.

                             TERRI
                 You want some juice?

                             RICK
                 I'm okay.  Uh, you do know you're
                 only wearing underwear?

       Terri takes juice from the fridge and sits down, relaxed.
       Rick struggles to keep his eyes averted.

                             TERRI
                 It's okay to look.  You don't need
                 to be nervous.

                             RICK
                 Thanks!  That makes me feel a whole
                 lot better.

       Terri grins, enjoying the moment.  She takes a drink.

                             TERRI
                 So where are you from, Rick?

                             RICK
                 Nowhere, Michigan.

                             TERRI
                 Hey, there's a coincidence, I'm from
                 Nowhere, Ohio.

                             RICK
                 What do you do here?

                             TERRI
                 Janice didn't tell you?

                             RICK
                 Tell me what?

       Janice enters.

                             JANICE
                 I see you two have met.
                      (to Terri)
                 Go next door and put some clothes
                 on.  Close the door.

       Terri gets up and goes back into the bedroom.  Rick gives
       Janice a questioning look.

                             JANICE
                 Terri's a hooker.

                             RICK
                 A what?

                             JANICE
                 She's a nice girl, very bright, speaks
                 fluent French, German and Russian.

                             RICK
                 She's going to teach me Russian?

                             JANICE
                 She's going to teach you how to make
                 love like Major Borin.

       Rick thinks about that.  It's an appealing idea... but just
       too damn weird for him to accept.

                             RICK
                 Using books and diagrams?

                             JANICE
                 I'm sure she has a flow chart handy.

       Janice opens a box and takes out an ink stamp.

                             RICK
                 What's that for?

                             JANICE
                 I'm going to give you a tattoo on
                 your left shoulder.  It's a special
                 ink, it won't wash off.  Shirt.

       Rick slips his shirt off.

                             JANICE
                 Borin joined the Army as a commando,
                 then transferred to the parachute
                 division six months later.  The tattoo
                 is a pig beneath a parachute canopy.
                 Don't laugh, they take it seriously.
                 The pig means he was attached to an
                 internal security unit.  The regular
                 troops eat slop.  The security guys
                 eat pork.

                             RICK
                 Who's laughing?  You're about to
                 stamp a parachuting pig onto my
                 shoulder.

                             JANICE
                 If you have to take your shirt off
                 for any reason and it's not there,
                 people are going to ask questions.

                             RICK
                 It'll fade eventually, right?

       Janice takes careful aim, then presses the stamp against his
       skin.  She admires her handiwork.  Rick checks his reflection
       in the mirror.

                             RICK
                 What if you got it an inch too high?

                             JANICE
                 Never happened before, won't happen
                 now.  The ink's dry already.  It
                 won't smudge, no matter how hard
                 Terri bites.

       She buttons up his shirt.

                             JANICE
                 Come on, let's not keep her waiting.


       INT. TERRI'S BEDROOM (H.Q.) - DAY

       Janice leads Rick in.  Terri's changed into a clerk's uniform,
       crisp white blouse, power jacket, tight skirt, patent leather
       high heels.  She looks pretty classy.  Rick gapes in surprise.

                             JANICE
                 Down, boy.  Take a deep breath before
                 you pass out.

                             RICK
                 You enjoy making a fool of me, don't
                 you?

                             JANICE
                 There's a big difference between
                 helping you relax and trying to make
                 a fool of you.

       She sits down in a chair and crosses her legs.

                             JANICE
                      (to Terri)
                 He's all yours.

       Terri walks up to Rick in what can only be called a
       provocative manner.  Rick sucks in a deep breath.

                             TERRI
                 I met Major Borin when he was
                 stationed in Paris six months ago.
                 He locked me in his hotel room and
                 used me for three days.  His
                 lovemaking technique was... let's
                 say, unusual.  To be him, you have
                 to make love like him.  I'm ready
                 and willing.  How about you?

       Rick looks at Janice.  No help there.  He swallows hard.

                             RICK
                 Is this really necessary?

                             JANICE
                 Let's say Borin has just screwed
                 someone.  She comes back later for
                 more, and won't take no for an answer.
                 If you can't provide the service,
                 she might become suspicious.  That's
                 why you have to be Borin in every
                 respect.

                             RICK
                 Okay, I give up.  This isn't Reality
                 T.V., it's The Truman Show.
                      (raising his voice)
                 You can come out now, I know you're
                 watching.

                             TERRI
                 No one's watching.

       He indicates Janice.

                             RICK
                 She is.

       Terri puts her arms around his neck, stands on her toes and
       kisses him on the mouth.  It's long, it's deep and it's got
       to be the most erotic thing he's experienced in his life.
       Terri draws back but keeps hold of him.

                             TERRI
                 She doesn't count.  You and me are
                 alone together.

                             RICK
                 Do I kiss like Borin?

                             TERRI
                 No, you're nicer.  Softer.
                 Friendlier.  Borin kisses like he's
                 about to napalm your home town.

       Terri glances at Janice like she's asking for her okay.

                             RICK
                 I thought we were alone together?

                             JANICE
                 Remember what was said about taking
                 this seriously?  Stay focused.  Terri,
                 move onto Phase Two.

                             RICK
                 What's Phase Two?

                             TERRI
                 You tie me to the bed, beat me with
                 a horse whip until the pain causes
                 me to faint, then you have sex with
                 every orifice while I'm lying
                 unconscious.

                             RICK
                 Jesus, you have got to be kidding
                 me.

       A long beat... then Janice and Terri explode with laughter.
       Janice doubles over in her chair, Terri falls back onto the
       bed, shaking uncontrollably.

                             RICK
                 Dammit, I thought you said we had to
                 take this seriously!

       Okay, finally he gets the joke.  He laughs too.

                             RICK
                 I guess I'm feeling more relaxed
                 now.

       Janice stands and picks up a towel and a barber's electric
       hair clipper.  She pulls the chair forward for Rick.

                             JANICE
                 Come and sit down.  First a haircut,
                 then a shower.

                             RICK
                 What happened to Phase Three?

                             TERRI
                 Maybe it's better you get the trivial
                 things out of the way first.  You
                 might not feel like it later, when
                 you're exhausted and gasping for
                 breath.

                             RICK
                 Very funny.

                             JANICE
                 She means it.

                             RICK
                 You two should be on T.V.

       Rick sits in the chair.  Janice puts the towel around his
       shoulders.

                             RICK
                 Just take a little off the top,
                 please, and tidy up at the back.

       Janice smiles at Terri over the top of Rick's head.  She
       turns on the clipper.  It BUZZES like a pneumatic drill.

                                                       DISSOLVE TO:

       Rick admires his new buzz cut in the mirror, not quite sure
       whether the look's right for him.  But it does make him look
       a lot more like Borin...

       Janice puts the hair clipper down.

                             JANICE
                 You're lucky I didn't take one of
                 your ears off.  This thing is Russian,
                 I think they used it to harvest the
                 wheat crop.

                             RICK
                 You people believe in authenticity,
                 don't you?

                             JANICE
                 We can't have you walking out of
                 here looking like Tom Cruise.

                             RICK
                 No danger of that.

       Janice and Terri don't say anything.

                             RICK
                 You're supposed to argue, dammit.

                             JANICE
                 Sorry, Tom.


                                                                 02/05
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