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                           The Rock
                               
                         Screenplay by
               David Weisberg, Douglas S. Cook,
                 Mark Rosner and Aaron Sorkin
   
   
   
   BEGIN MAIN TITLE SEQUENCE:
   
   An impressionistic montage:
   
   A SILHOUETTED MAN in front of mirror dons his Marine
   dress blues. Spit polish shoes laced. Medals clipped to
   jacket. All in CLOSEUP. We never see him fully.
   
   The Man puts HIS HAT squarely on his head. EYES glint.
   
   On the man's dresser: MARINE MEMORABILIA. Three Purple
   Hearts, photos of a WOMAN (his wife), PHOTOS OF MARINES
   in combat locales.
   
   
   TIGHTER INTO THE PHOTOS
   
   We HEAR PANICKED VOICES, EXPLOSIONS, NOISES OF BRUTAL
   COMBAT.
   
   
   IMAGES
   
   Through smoke, a desperate MARINE PRIVATE who knows he
   will never be rescued... TWO MARINES walk up to a
   farmhouse door; through the screen we see a MOTHER AND
   DAUGHTER who know what the news will be...
   
   
   IMAGES
   
   A MARINE COLOUR GUARD carries a COFFIN... Now we are
   the coffin as a FLAG drapes down on us. placed into a
   YOUNG WOMAN'S HAND.
   
   Now we're in ARLINGTON CEMETERY. Images of the cemetery
   are reflected in wet puddles, as the SPIT-SHINED SHOES
   walk past images of the TOMB OF THE UNKNOWN SOLDIER a
   ROW OF GRAVES comes into focus
   
   
   CLOSEUP
   
   On the MARINE'S HAT, and his EYES. Suddenly an
   EXPLOSION and we see -
   
   A MARINE in a jungle, radioing for help: "You gotta get
   us outta here sir, Jesus, they're all over us...!"
   
   An EXPLOSION ends the communication...
   
   
   CLOSEUP
   
   On the MARINE'S EYES and...
   
                                               FADE IN:
   
   
   EXT. ARLINGTON NATIONAL CEMETERY - MORNING
   
   Two groundskeepers on "ride 'em" lawn mowers, BENNIE
   and MARLIN, smoke Camels and watch the MARINE OFFICER
   from the opening montage. He's alone, across the
   cemetery.
   
                       BENNIE
             You'll get used to him. Every
             Sunday morning - rain, snow,
             holidays nothin, keeps him Away.
   
   
   ACROSS THE CEMETERY
   
   Brig. Gen. FRANCIS XAVIER HUMMEL stands before a
   headstone: BARBARA MCLEAN HUMMEL 1946-1996.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Hi Barb. The house sold yesterday.
             I know, I know, the market's
             depressed. Anyway, I'm leaving the
             area. Some things I have to do.
             Things I couldn't do while you were
             here. Maybe you would have
             approved. Hell, I know you wouldn't
             have. (beat) I've tried everything
             and I can't seem to get their
             attention. But now they'll learn
             how it feels on the other side.
             Let's hope it elevates their
             thinking.
   
   Hummel puts new flowers on the grave. Walks off.
   
   
   EXT. ACCESS ROAD TO ARMY WEAPONS COMPOUND - NIGHT
   
   Heavy rain. A road next to a heavily guarded bunker
   facility. A canvas covered ARMY TRUCK blows a tire in
   the road. The DRIVER gets out. Inspects the tire.
   
   
   INT. ARMY TRUCK - NIGHT
   
   FOUR MARINES in black suits dive through a hole in the
   truckbed floor into a MANHOLE IN THE ROAD.
   
   
   EXT. ARMY WEAPONS COMPOUND - FRONT GATE - NIGHT
   
   Three ARMY MPs at the front GUARDHOUSE. General Hummel
   pulls up in a SUBURBAN. The MPs immediately recognize
   him and stand more rigidly.
   
                       ARMY MP
             General Hummel, sir. It's an honor.
             Is the Colonel expecting you, sir?
   
                       HUMMEL
             Held better be. This is a security
             inspection.
   
                       ARMY M. P.
             Yes, sir!
   
   The MP waves Hummel in, saluting crisply.
   
   
   INT. GRATED STORM DRAIN IN BUNKER COMPOUND - NIGHT
   
   The four marines from the truck are waiting, readying
   arms. The leader is looking at his watch. Gives a hand
   signal to the others, and up they go -
   
   
   EXT. BUNKER COMPOUND - NIGHT
   
   The four marines emerge from the storm drain and move
   toward covered positions in the compound.
   
   200 YARDS AWAY - TWO ARMY "MAGAZINE CHECKERS" emerge
   from a building with clipboards, on routine check.
   
   
   INT. BUNKER SECURITY BUILDING - NIGHT
   
   The Army MPs escort General Hummel inside. THREE ARMY
   GUARDS spring up from their SURVEILLANCE MONITORS.
   Everyone's nervous, in awe, rigid at attention. COLONEL
   CALLAHAN emerges from an adjacent room, sleepy-eyed.
   
                       COLONEL CALLAHAN
             General Hummel! This is a surprise!
   
                       HUMMEL
             That's the idea, Colonel.
   
   
   EXT. BUNKER COMPOUND - WATCH TOWER - NIGHT
   
   Two marines position themselves outside the door to the
   bunker compound's elevated watch tower.
   
   
   EXT. BUNKER COMPOUND - NIGHT
   
   Below the watch tower, the ARMY MAGAZINE CHECKERS
   approach. Marines 1 and 2 spring out, armed with M-16s
   with over/under grenade launchers They shoot BEAN BAG
   projectiles at the Army Guards, who collapse, dazed.
   
   
   INT. BUNKER COMPOUND WATCH TOWER - NIGHT
   
   Marines 3 and 4 burst inside the watch tower. The
   guards inside spring up. BOOM BOOM, they're hit by bean
   bag projectiles, propelling them out the windows of the
   watch tower. They fall 10 feet and lie unconscious.
   
   
   EXT. BUNKER COMPOUND - NIGHT
   
   Marines 1 and 2, now in MAGAZINE CHECYERIS UNIFORMS,
   move to the BUNKER DOOR. They open the door with the
   Magazine checker's CODED CARDS.
   
   
   INT. CHEMICAL WEAPONS BUNKER - NIGHT
   
   Two ARMY GUARDS, playing poker, look up at the entering
   marines. Marines 1 and 2 walk straight up to the Army
   Guards, holding them at bay with M-16s. Before any
   words are spoken, one of the marines injects each of
   the guards with a VACCINE PISTOL.
   
   
   INT. BUNKER SECURITY BUILDING - NIGHT
   
   Four more marines led by SGT. CRISP enter, holding Col.
   Callahan, General Hummel and the Army Guards at bay.
   
                       SGT. CRISP
             This is a security exercise, sir.
             We've fully breached and
             infiltrated your compound. I'm
             afraid you and your men are my
             prisoners, sir.
   
   The marines begin cuffing the Army Guards to the
   radiator and taping their mouths.
   
                       SGT. CRISP
             Sorry sir, you realise the
             importance of these exercises.
   
                       HUMMEL
                   (to Callahan)
             Ten men who could have been
             terrorists are out there doing
             whatever they damn well please to
             your compound, Colonel. Here you
             sit with your ass chained to a
             fucking radiator. This is not a
             tight ship. I would not want to be
             in your shoes in the morning.
   
   Sgt. Crisp hits the FRONT GATE'S OPEN BUZZER and
   follows Hummel out of the room.
   
   
   EXT. ARMY WEAPONS COMPOUND - FRONT GATE - NIGHT
   
   The gate swings open. TWO HUMVEES enter the compound.
   
   
   EXT. CHEMICAL WEAPONS BUNKER - NIGHT
   
   The marines use a 'rabbit tool, (hydraulic, compact and
   powerful) to pry open the bunker's steel doors. They
   rush down a hallway.
   
   
   CHEMICAL WEAPONS BUNKER - INTERIOR HALLWAY
   
   The marines rush up to another steel door and quickly
   pry it open.
   
   
   INT. C.B.W. BUNKER - NIGHT
   
   A refrigerated storage room for chemical weapons.
   Storage tubes are labeled: V.X. POISON GAS. Across the
   room are rockets labeled: 55 115 MM BOLT ROCKETS.
   
   Using the TRACK HOOK SYSTEM in the bunker's ceiling,
   the marines move the V.X. CHEM ROUNDS and BOLT ROCKETS
   to the waiting humvees. It's very fast, like clockwork.
   
   
   EXT. ARMY WEAPONS COMPOLIND - FRONT GATE - NIGHT
   
   The Humvees, followed by Hummel in his Suburban, roar
   out of the compound.
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. HUMMEL'S SUBURBAN - NIGHT
   
   Hummel on a CB radio: A textbook exercise, gentlemen.
   Rendezvous in eleven hours.
   
   
   EXT. FBI FIELD OFFICE, FT. DIETRICK, MD. - DAY
   
   Establish headquarters for chemical/biological weapons.
   
   
   INT. FBI OFFICE - CHEMICAL/BIOLOGIAL DIVISION - DAY
   
   A WINDOWED DOOR stenciled "Chemical/Biological Weapons
   Division". A RUBBER DART hits the glass and drops into
   a TRASH CAN next to the door.
   
                       ISHERWOOD (V.O.)
             Son-of-a-bitch...
   
                       GOODSPEED (V.O.)
             You owe me five dollars, Marvin.
   
   
   ACROSS THE ROOM
   
   BILL GOODSPEED, 30, and partner/trainee MARVIN
   ISHERWOOD, 25, feet up on desks, with toy guns. This is
   Man's Boredom. A ceiling fan circles. Isherwood yawns;
   scratches neck with his gun barrel.
   
   Goodspeed reloads. Aims. Fires.
   
   THE DART hits a CARDBOARD TARGET across the room which
   activates a Rube Goldberg series of events ending in a
   PLASTIC GIRL being ignited in a PAN OF CHEMICALS.
   
   Goodspeed, without even getting up, casually sprays the
   pan with flame retardant foam.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
                   (yawns)
             I was told this was exciting work.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Patience, Marvin. It has its
             moments.
   
   A KLAXON sounds. Isherwood smiles excitedly.
   
   
   INT. FBI CHEMICAL WEAPONS - BASEMENT CORRIDOR - DAY
   
   Isherwood follows Goodspeed down a grimy, off-white
   corridor illuminated by antiseptic light. This is an
   older building. Hasn't been refurbished and shows it.
   
   
   INT. FBI CHEMICAL WEAPONS - LABORATORY - DAY
   
   A medium-sized laboratory, where 5 FBI TECHNICIANS are
   bent over tables of beakers, test-tubes, Bunsen
   burners, etc. The room and equipment are old and used;
   could be 1976 rather than 1996.
   
   Along one side of the lab is a plexiglass wall. Inside
   the plexiglass is an airlocked GAS CHAMBER. F.B.I
   chemists LONNER and LING motion to Goodspeed.
   
                       DR. LONNER
             C'mere, Billy.
                   (points inside gas
                   chamber)
             A dog at J.F.K. got a whiff of
             something postmarked to a Bosnian
             refugee camp. Could be detergent,
             could be seran gas.
   
   
   INSIDE THE GAS CHAMBER
   
   Is a LARGE WOODEN CRATE next to a TABLE OF POISON
   DETECTION INSTRUMENTS.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             Bosnian refugee camp? I don't get
             it.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Half a million Serbians reside in
             the U.S., Marvin. Serbians don't
             like Bosnians. Read a newspaper.
             It's good for you. Hold out your
             hand.
   
   Isherwood does so. It's shaky.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             I'm okay. Really. Let's do it.
   
   Hold on Goodspeed's uncertain look.
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. GAS C ER - DAY - MINUTES LATER
   
   The door HISSES open. Goodspeed and Isherwood, in
   vulcanized rubber suits and visored helmets, enter.
   They go to the INSTRUMENT TABLE before the crate.
   
   A GLASS VESSEL with tiny air holes (like a salt shaker)
   descends from the ceiling. Inside are COCKROACHES.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Coal miners use canaries, we use
             those. Sorry guys.
   
                       DR. LING
                   (into mike)
             We have airlock, Bill. Proceed.
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (into helmet mike)
             July 1, 0.900 hours, agent William
             Goodspeed and agent/trainee Marvin
             Isherwood. Initiating exam of a
             wooden crate. Suspicion of seran
             gas device inside.
   
   Goodspeed grabs a pry-bar from the instrument table-and
   slowly pries open the cratels wooden lid. He motions to
   Isherwood. Together they gingerly lift the lid.
   
   
   INSIDE THE CRATE
   
   It's filled with "UNICEF" type stuff. Goodspeed lifts
   out a HOT-PLATE. Isherwood lifts out an EGG BEATER.
   Goodspeed runs a POISON SENSOR past each.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Appears to be kitchen items,
             cleaning agents, and...
                   (lifts out a
                   sweatshirt)
             ... old clothes.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             This is thrilling.
   
   Isherwood lifts out a DOLL. Goodspeed's POISON SENSOR'S
   NEEDLE goes crazy...!
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Careful, goddamn it Marvin!
   
   The doll's eyes open. Its mouth blast a PINKISH SPRAY,
   hitting Goodspeed's forearm and Isherwood's palm.
   
   
   OUTSIDE THE GAS CHAMBER
   
   Dr. Ling stabs a button marked "exhaust" and another
   marked "emergency."
   
   A KLAXON sounds. FBI TECHNICIANS race for the exit.
   
   
   IN THE GAS CHAMBER
   
   The pinkish gas hovers in the air. CEILING EXHAUST FANS
   begin to suck it up.
   
   
   IN THE GLASS VESSEL
   
   The cockroaches convulse, flip in the air and explode,
   guts splattering the vessel walls.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             What's hap... what's happening...?
   
   Dr. Ling looks at a DIGITAL CLOCK on the control panel.
   
                       DR. LING
             Don't panic, Bill. 50 seconds and
             the gas will clear. You're okay.
   
   Goodspeed grabs the doll from Isherwood, slams it on
   the table, and grabs a SCALPEL. Cuts open the doll's
   chest.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I've got some bad news and some
             really bad news. The bad news is
             the gas is corrosive. It's eating
             our suits.
   
   Isherwood looks at his RUBBER GLOVES. The rubber is
   beginning to bubble and corrode.
   
                       DR. LING
             What's the really bad news.
   
   Goodspeed peels back the doll's plastic chest,
   revealing: a C-4 EXPLOSIVE DEVICE and TEN POISON
   AMPULES.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Enough C-4 explosive to blow the
             chamber and enough poison gas to
             kill everybody in the building.
   
   Isherwood's and Goodspeed's rubber gloves are melting.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             The acid's eating... it's eating my
             fucking suit...
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Chill, Marvin.
                   (yells outside)
             WHERE'S THE GODDAMN SPRINKLERS?
   
   Dr. Lonner flips on the sprinklers. The pipes KNOCK. A
   FEW PATHETIC DROPS trickle from the SPRINKLER HEADS.
   
                       DR. LONNER
             Something's blocking the pipes,
             Bill. When in Christ's name are
             they gonna give us a new
             building...
   
                       DR. LING
             Get the atropine, Isherwood. The
             atropine, Marvin.
   
   Isherwood, terrified, jerks open an OVERHEAD CABINET,
   revealing several 6 inch needled SYRINGES.
   
                       DR. LING
             You die, we all die, Bill. Inject
             yourself, then diffuse it.
                   (Goodspeed continues to
                   inspect the device)
             Goddamn it, Bill, take the
             antidote.
   
   Isherwood fumbles with a huge syringe.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Get that away from me.
                   (to himself)
             I hate needles.
   
                       DR. LING
             INJECT YOURSELF!
   
                       GOODSPEED
             LONNER, WHERE'S THE GODDAMNED
             WATER?
   
   The pipes are KNOCKING, now they're COUGHING.
   
                       DR. LONNER
             It's coming, it's coming...
   
   Isherwood sinks to his knees, holding the huge syringe
   in front of his heart, hara-kiri style, hands
   trembling...
   
   Goodspeed concentrates on the device; his calm is
   unsettling. His hands flash, grabbing instruments and
   performing precise, deft, functions. He snips a wire
   and splices it. Another. Another.
   
                       DR. LING
                   (sweating it out)
             Ten seconds, Bill.
   
   Isherwood moves the syringe closer to his chest.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             Oh fuck oh shit oh fuck THIS IS
             LIKE FUCKING PULP FICTION ONLY IT'S
             REAL.
   
   Isherwood drops the syringe. Fumbles for another...
   Goodspeed, ice-cold, continues on the device...
   
                       DR. LING
             Five seconds, Bill, four seconds,
             Jesus Christ...
   
   GOODSPEED'S RUBBER GLOVE is stretched to transparency.
   We see GOODSPEED'S FLESH through the acid-eaten rubber.
   He makes one final cut-and-clamp. THE DETONATOR on the
   poison gas turns off.
   
                       DR. LING
             Three, two... the gas is clear!
   
   
   OUTSIDE THE GAS CHAMBER
   
   GREEN LIGRTS FLASH on the control panel and a
   TORRENTIAL SPRAY soaks Goodspeed and Isherwood. is wide-
   eyed and trembling. Goodspeed glares at him.
   
                       DR. LING
             Next time use the atropine!
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I don't like needles.
   
   
   EXT. GEORGETOWN - STREETS / ALLEYWAY - DAY
   
   The bohemian part around Georgetown U. Goodspeed heads
   down an alley between two townhouses. LOUD COUNTRY
   MUSIC emanates from an apt. above. Goodspeed ascends.
   
   
   INT. GEORGETOWN - GOODSPEED'S APARTMENT - DAY
   
   A young woman stands in the middle of the living room,
   belting out a Carlene Carter tune in cowboy boots,
   rhinestone blouse and skirt. CARLA PESTALOZZI, 20's, is
   playing guitar, accompanied by a boom box.
   
                       CARLA
             Every little dream I dream about
             you, Every little song I sing about
             you, It drives me crazy when you go
             away.
                   (notices Goodspeed)
             Wanna keep you locked up at home...
   
   Goodspeed walks past her into the kitchen. Carla turns
   down the music. Goodspeed re-enters with a Budweiser.
   
                       CARLA
                   (New Jersey accent)
             Hey there.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Hey honey.
   
                       CARLA
             Wrote a new song. Wanna hear it?
   
   Goodspeed sits heavily on the couch. Rubs his temples.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Not now.
   
                       CARLA
             Boy, somebody's in a bad mood.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Yeah, somebody's in a bad mood.
   
   Carla changes the CD: a PUCCINI OPERA plays.
   
                       CARLA
             Better?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Much better. She sits with him.
             Puts her arm around him.
   
                       CARLA
             What happened baby. Tell me.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Had a close one.
   
                       CARLA
             You want to talk about it?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Not really.
   
                       CARLA
             You know how I feel about what you
             do.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Could we change the subject?
   
                       CARLA
             That record company in Nashville
             wants to hear my demo tape.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Hey! Now there's some good news.
   
                       CARLA
             You think I'm too... ethnic for
             country music?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Carla Pestalozzi? No. Definitely
             not. You could have posed for the
             Mona Lisa. Sophia Loren looks
             Swedish next to you.
                   (smiles)
             I hope that's a compliment. I could
             change my name. How 'bout Bobby Sue
             Pestalozzi? Billy in Pestalozzi?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Stick with Carla.
   
                       CARLA
             Okay. How 'bout Carla Goodspeed?
                   (Goodspeed frowns)
             Six years, Bill. We've lived
             together six years.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             We've talked about this, Carla,
             we've talked it up, down, inside
             and out...
   
                       CARLA
             Billy, this probably isn't the best
             time... Bill, I'm uhhh.
   
                       CARLA
             I'm pregnant.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You're what... ?
   
   She holds up a positive home pregnancy test.
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. DESERT AREA (SOUTHWESTERN U.S.) - DAY
   
   TWO Y GUNSHIPS roar over camera and land next to the
   two Humvees. The Huey's doors open. Marine Captains
   FRYE and DARROW, both late 20's, drag out two MARINE
   LANCE CORPORALS, bound and gagged, and sit them down.
   Other marines roll gurneys laden with chem rounds,
   rockets and other equipment onto the Hueys.
   
   They Hueys ascend and SCREAM off across the desert
   and...
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - AFTERNOON
   
   
   Establishing shots of San Francisco and Alcatraz Island
   in the middle of San Francisco Bay.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ ISLAND - AFTERNOON
   
   A PARK RANGER (JOE) leads a group of 80 TOURISTS across
   the prison exercise yard. In the background looms the
   city of San Francisco and Golden Gate Bridge.
   
                       PARK RANGER JOE
             Alcatraz - "the Rock" - is the most
             famous, and was the most feared,
             prison ever built. Here the inmates
             were allowed one hour of daily
             exercise.
   
                       FEMALE TOURIST
             Is it really true no one escaped?
   
                       PARK RANGER JOE
             True, madam. From 1936 until the
             prison's closing in 1963, there
             were fourteen attempts but no one's
             believed to have made it to shore -
             alive at least.
   
   The tourists file off toward the MAIN CELL HOUSE.
   Bringing up the rear are Gen. Hummel, Maj. Baxter, Sgt.
   Crisp, Capt. Hendrix, and Pvts. Scarpetti,. Royce,
   Gamble and Starling, all in civilian clothes.
   
   Hummel motions to Crisp, who bleeds off with Scarpetti
   and Royce. Hummel and the others continue with the
   group.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - MAIN CELL HOUSE - AFTERNOON
   
   Cell Blocks B and C, which inmates called "Broadway." A
   long corridor with three tiers of cells on each side.
   
   The Ranger leads the tourist group inside.
   
                       PARK RANGER JOE
             Al Capone; Machine Gun Kelly;
             Robert Stroud, the Birdman of
             Alcatraz; all lived in these cells.
   
   The Ranger pulls the CELL DOOR OPEN/SHUT LEVER
   (recessed in the wall at the end of cell block). All
   the cell doors on the first floor slide open.
   
                       PARK RANGER JOE
             Now Ladies and Gentlemen, the U.S.
             Park Service cordially invites you
             to become inmates of Alcatraz -
             temporarily of course.
   
   The tourists laugh and move inside the cells.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - WHARF - AFTERNOON
   
   The side across from San Francisco. The TOURIST BOAT is
   docked in front of the U.S. PARK RANGERS' OFFICE.
   
   Sgt. Crisp and Pvts. Scarpetti and Royce walk up to the
   Ranger's office. They look left and right, then enter.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - U.S. PARK RANGERS OFFICE - AFTERNOON
   
   TWO PARK RANGERS and a SECRETARY look up.
   
                       ALCATRAZ PARK RANGER
             You're not supposed to leave the
             tour, guys. Is there a problem?
   
                       SGT. CRISP
             Big problem.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - MAIN CELL BLOCK - AFTERNOON
   
   The tourists are in the cells, looking around. Park
   Ranger Joe notices Hummel, Baxter, and the other
   marines standing behind him. Smiles:
   
                       PARK RANGER JOE
             Don't want to be locked up,
             fellahs?
   
                       HUMMEL
             Not today. You go ahead.
   
                       PARK RANGER JOE
             I don't think so hah hah.
   
   Baxter draws a .45 and places it to Ranger ioe's head.
   
                       HUMMEL
             I think so.
   
   Startled, Park Ranger Joe backs into a cell. Baxter
   grabs the cell door open/shut lever and yanks it. The
   cell doors CLANG shut. Hummel, Baxter and the others
   walk off.
   
                       TOURISTS
             Hey, what are you doing...? Wait a
             minute, what's going on... ?
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PARADE GROUND - AFTERNOON
   
   Hummel and Baxter walk up to the PARADE GROUND as THE
   TWO HUEY GUNSHIPS approach. They hover above the parade
   ground. Cpts. Frye and Darrow rope-deploy from the
   Hueys. They stand at attention, saluting Hummel and
   Baxter.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             General Hummel: Captains Frye and
             Darrow.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Deploy as planned, Captain.
                   (unison)
             Aye, aye, sir.
   
   
   FRY AND DARROW
   
   They hand signal to the Huey pilots. The Hueys take off
   around the back of the island.
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   A MONTAGE OF SHORT INTERCUT SCENES - AFTERNOON
   
   THE INFIRMARY, UPSTAIRS ROOM
   
   A former hospital room will be the command and
   communications center. PVTS. GAMBLE and STARLING set up
   a portable desk, chair, and an array of communications
   equipment (including portable satellite dish and look
   out).
   
   
   EXT. THE ISLAND'S SHORELINE
   
   CPT. HENDRIX AND PVTS. ROYCE and SCARPETTI lay motion
   sensors on the perimeter.
   
   
   INT. THE PRISON MORGUE
   
   PVTS. COX and MCCOY load the V.X. CHEM ROUNDS from
   INSULATED COOLING BAGS (size of a big gym bag) into the
   morguels CORPSE DRAWERS.
   
   MAJOR BAXTER sets up a PORTABLE Rocket LAUNCHER.
   
   
   EXT. MAIN CELL HOUSE ROOFTOP
   
   CAPTS. FRYE and DARROW set up a second portable rocket
   launcher.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - MAIN CELLHOUSE - DAY
   
   The tourists are now panicked, confused, and making a
   commotion. Shouting and yelling. A woman is crying.
   
   Suddenly a .45 is fired. Total silence. Hummel and
   Baxter, followed by Pvts. Gamble and Starling (pulling
   a gurney stacked with MARINE FIELD RATIONS), walk to
   the middle of the cell block.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Hello Ladies and Gentlemen. You are
             my prisoners. I have no intention
             of harming you. You will be fed
             regularly. That is all you need to
             know for now.
   
   Gamble and Starling begin passing out the field
   rations.
   
   
   INT. WASHINGTON D.C. - J. EDGAR HOOVER BUILDING - NIGHT
   
   FBI Director JAMES WOMACK exits his office in a tuxedo,
   trailed by MARGIE WOOD, a young
   FBI Agent.
   
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Can it wait till morning, Agent
             Wood, I'm going to hear Bruce
             Springsteen...
   
                       AGENT WOOD
                   (re: Womack's tux)
             In that?
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Christ, the concert's for the
             Prince of Wales or somebody...
   
                       AGENT WOOD
             I really think you should take this
             call personally.
   
   They stare at each other and...
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. HOOVER BUILDING - DIRECTOR WOMACK'S OFFICE - NIGHT
   
   Womack, grabbing his phone
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             FBI Director Womack.
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
             First: I am holding eighty-one
             civilian hostages on Alcatraz
             Island. Make an excuse to their
             families and do not alert the media
             or there will not be eighty.
             Second: fifteen guided rockets
             armed with V.X. poison, are
             currently aimed at the population
             of San Francisco. I will call again
             at 0-hundred hours and state my
             demands.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Wait. Who is this?
   
                       HUMMEL
             Brigadier General Francis X.
             Hummel.
   
   CLICK. Womack stares at the phone: calls to outer
   office:
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Mary Jane, get the Pentagon!
                   (to Agent Wood)
             Call the San Francisco office. It
             seems Alcatraz was just re-opened.
   
   Agent wood gives him a curious look and...
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY / COMMAND CENTER - AFTERNOON
   
   Cpts. Hendrix, before Hummel.
   
   Frye, and Darrow, and Sgt. Crisp at attention Maj.
   Baxter at Hummel's side.
   
                       HUMMEL
             At ease, Gentlemen. It is
             traditional for me to meet with my
             officers before an operation. The
             heart performs one thing, the legs
             another, the brain another - all
             better function together or the
             body becomes ill, is prone to
             disease.
                     (beat)
             Major Baxter, Gunny Crisp and I
             have been on the front lines since
             'Nam.' Captain Hendrix was my
             adjutant in the Gulf. Get a
             haircut, Pete, you're lookin' like
             a beatnik.
                   (the crew-cutted
                   Hendrix smiles Captain
                   Frye, Captain Darrow.)
             You and your men are new to me.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             Would the General like a recitation
             of our service records?
   
                       HUMMEL
             I'm well aware of your service
             records, Captain, they are
             excellent. I want to be clear on
             why you - why all of us are here.
             You both stand to profit from this.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             Profit is not my motive, sir. I am
             here to redress a wrong.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Yes, sir, and to learn some people
             a lesson.
   
                       HUMMEL
             This country has places where
             wrongs are redressed, Captain
             Darrow: They are called courts of
             law. In the military, they are
             called Courts Martial. This country
             has places where lessons a-re
             leaned. They are called schools. Am
             I confusing you?
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Well, sir, frankly... EL I see that
             I am.
                   (beat)
   
                       HUMMEL
             The only accurate term for what we
             are doing here is treason. Plain
             and simple. An insurrection against
             a government to which we have sworn
             allegiance. Everyone in this room
             must understand that.
   
   Hummel looks from face to face, studying each.
   
                       HUMMEL
             The question is what kind of
             traitor are we. Coward or lion?
             Benedict Arnold, or Thomas
             Jefferson? I have posed that
             question to myself, have answered
             it, and my conscience is clear.
             Have all of you?
   
                       HUMMELS' OFFICERS
             Yes, sir.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Within thirty-two hours you will
             leave this country and not return.
             All of you can live with that?
   
                       OTHER OFFICERS
                   (unison)
             Yes, sir.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Well, I cannot. So, regardless of
             what happens on this island in the
             hours ahead, I will stay. The men
             exchange surprised glances.
   
                       CAPTAIN HENDRIX
             But General, you'll be prosecuted.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Yes, Captain. And I plan on
             conducting my own defense. it will
             make the O.J. Simpson trial look
             like an episode of "Perry Mason."
             Take your posts, gentlemen. Semper
             fi.
   
   Hummel's men fall out and exit. Baxter, the last to
   exit, salutes Hummel.
   
   
   INT. PENTAGON - SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT
   
   Many people around a table, each with a DOSSIER on
   Hummel:
   
   FBI Director Womack (still in tuxedo), FBI agent Margie
   Wood, White House Chief of Staff HAYDEN SINCLAIR,
   National Security Advisor LOUIS LINDSTROM, Chairman of
   the Joint Chiefs GENERAL ALBERT KRAMER, Air Force
   General PETERSON, and CIA Director MILTON AMWAY.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Last night Hummel and eleven
             marines, under the guise of a
             security exercise, walked off with
             fifteen V.X. rockets. It wasn't
             discovered until the shift change
             this morning.
   
   
   ON THE SCREEN - A YOUNGER HUMMEL IN VIETNAM
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Here he is in Vietnam - I think a
             Major at the time.
   
   
   MORE SLIDES OF HUMMEL IN VARIOUS INTERNATIONAL THEATERS
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             Four tours in Vietnam, Grenada,
             Panama, Desert Storm. Three purple
             hearts... two silver stars and...
             the Congressional Medal of...
             Jesus.
                   (looks up)
             The man is a hero.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             A legend. During Tet he held off a
             brigade of V.C. single-handedly.
             Saved his whole company. Hence the
             nickname "gunfighter."
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             What was this book Hummel wrote on
             Vietnam? Anybody read it?
   
                       RAYDEN SINCLAIR
             No. Give me the skinny.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             The "skinny," Mr. Sinclair, is that
             the U.S. should have either won the
             war or gotten the hell out of
             Vietnam and stopped wasting
             American lives. I happen to share
             General Hummel's view.
   
   The door opens. A NAVAL ATTACHE pokes his head in.
   
                       NAVAL ATTACHE
             General, it's him. The call
             connects to a phone on the table.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Frank, this is Albert Kramer.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Hello Al. How're Judy and the kids?
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             They're fine. I'm with General
             Peterson, FBI Director Womack,
             Chief of Staff Sinclair, Security
             Advisor Lindstrom, and CIA Director
             Amway. You've got a lot of people
             worried, Frank. Can you help us
             out?
   
   
   INTERCUT - PENTAGON AND ALCATRAZ
   
                       HUMMEL
             I'll come straight to the point,
             General Kramer: Eighty-three Force
             Reconnaissance Marines have died
             under my various commands. Forty-
             seven in northern Laos and southern
             China...
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             Southern China? We never admitted
             we sent troops into China.
   
   There is a pause.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Who is that. Identify yourself.
   
   Everyone stares at Sinclair.
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             White House Chief of Staff
             Sinclair, General.
   
                       HUMMEL
             How old are you, white House Chief
             of Staff Sinclair.
   
                       RAYDEN SINCLAIR
             I'm thirty-three.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Well White House Chief of Staff
             Sinclair, by your ninth birthday I
             had led over two hundred incursions
             into China and personally killed
             that many of the enemy. General,
             put some duct tape over Mr.
             Sinclair's fat, ignorant mouth. He
             has shit for brains and he is
             wasting my time.
   
   Sinclair's irritation is relieved by the Naval Attache,
   entering again, who hands him a phone and whispers:
   
                       NAVAL ATTACHE
             The President calling from Moscow.
   
   Sinclair walks to the far corner of the room with the
   phone, speaking sotto voice.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Continue Frank.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Eighteen others died in covert,
             illegal operations in Chile and El
             Salvador. Remember the Gulf War.
             Those pretty "smart bomb" pictures
             on C.N.N.? My men lased those
             targets. Ten were left to rot
             outside Baghdad when the conflict
             ended - and let's not even mention
             Mogadishu, gentlemen. No benefits
             were paid to their families; no
             medals conferred. These men died
             for their country and they weren't
             even given
             a coddamn military burial.
                   (beat)
             This situation will not stand: you
             will transfer 100 million dollars
             from a Grand Cayman "Red Sea
             Trading Company" account to an
             account I designate. From these
             funds, reparations of one million
             dollars will be paid to each of the
             83 marines, families. The rest of
             the money will pay for my outfit's
             expenses. Am I clear?
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Except for the Red Sea Trading
             Company. What is that?
   
                       HUMMEL
             Identify yourself.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             FBI Director Womack, General.
   
                       HUMMEL
             You'll be particularly interested:
             It's a slush fund where the
             Pentagon keeps proceeds from
             illegal arms sales.
             
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Frank, Jesus, this is classified
             information.
   
                       WOMACK
                   (stunned)
             Is this true?
   
   General Kramer, embarrassed, nods yes.
   
                       HUMMEL
             If you want the money back, you'll
             have to tell the attorney General
             and the boys down at Justice where
             it came from. Good luck.
   
   Hayden Sinclair returns to the table.
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             General, I've just spoken to the
             President and he is clear as hell
             on this: We will not negotiate with
             you and we do not care if...
   
                       HUMMEL
             Someone please gag that man.
                   (beat)
             Alert the media, I launch the gas.
             Refuse payment, I launch the gas.
             It is just after midnight. You have
             36 hours - all of today and half of
             tomorrow, until 12 noon - to
             transfer the money. Don't even
             consider the standard counter
             measure, General.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             What's the potential casualty rate
             of a single rocket armed with V.X.,
             General Peterson?
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             In a dense urban area, sixty,
             seventy...
   
                       RAYDEN SINCLAIR
             Well that's not so bad...
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             Thousand. Seventy thousand. Dead.
             one teaspoon will kill all living
             organisms in a three story office
             building. Get the point?
             
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             What did Hummel mean by "standard
             countermeasure" General?
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             Napalm. Standard poison gas can be
             neutralized by napalm. It burns it
             up - consumes it upon detonation.
             The problem is that V.X. gas is ten
             times more toxic and designed to
             withstand napalm. Hummel must know
             about Willy Peter, General.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             'Course he does.
                   (explaining to others)
             "Willy Peter," short for "White
             Phosphorous Incendiary Device,"
             still in its test phase. It
             detonates at 6,000 degrees, enough
             to burn up V.X.
                   (dawning on him)
             That explains Hummel's time frame.
             He knows we're not operational.
             What would it take, General?
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             To equip a flight of F-16s with
             Willy Peter in 36 hours? An act of
             God.
                   (off Kramer's look)
             All right, we can try. But view the
             use of Willy Peter as a secondary
             initiative.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Then on to our primary initiative.
                   (hits intercom button)
             Send in SEAL Team Leader Anderson.
                   (to FBI Womack)
             Who's your best chemical biological
             man?
   
                       AGENT WOOD
                   (rises)
             I'll find out.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Tell him to pack a bag for San
             Francisco.
   
   
   EXT. GOODSPEED'S HOUSE - ROOFTOP - NIGHT
   
   Tarpaper and gravel roof. Candles burning. Loretta
   Lynn's "Stand by Your Man" on the boom box. AMONGST THE
   RUSTY SUPPORT SCAFFOLDS of an old sign from the 120's -
   
   Carla and Goodspeed are, to put it delicately, madly
   passionately athletically fucking. Standing up. They
   both have robes on. A CORDLESS PHONE RINGS. Again.
   
                       CARLA
             Don't stop... do no stop.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Shit, shit, shit what time is it.
                   (fumbles for phone)
             Hello.
                   (pause)
             I'll be downstairs in ten minutes.
   
   Goodspeed hangs up. The couple stares at each other.
   Carla's seen this look before...
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I've got to go to San Francisco.
   
                       CARLA
             No. I'm sorry, but NO. I need you
             here with me. We need to talk about
             this...
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I've got to go. She grabs his arm.
             I can't... I cannot deal with this
             right now...
                   (softly)
             Bill, I am very Catholic. And very
             pregnant. And very unmarried. Help
             me with this.
   
   She turns away from him. He pulls her back...
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I love you. I will marry you. I
             just didn't plan on this, that's
             all. Tell you what: come to San
             Francisco.
   
                       CARLA
             Really?
                   (smiles)
             Really?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             It's probably just a training
             exercise. Check into a hotel, order
             up some champagne, I'll finish up
             my business and...
   
                       CARLA
             ... We'll finish what we started.
             Baby, are you sexy in those
             boots...
   
   Goodspeed walks off in COWBOY BOOTS, robe and boxers...
   
   
   INT. PENTAGON - SITUATION ROOM - NIGHT U.S.N.
   
   Commander CHARLES ANDERSON, 35, just the hardest
   looking man you've ever seen, stands before the group.
   Anderson is a Navy SEAL, an Incursion Team Leader.
   Before Anderson are AERIAL RECON PHOTOS of Alcatraz.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             A precision night drop is out due
             to the full moon. Likewise on a
             frontal, seaside attack: at the
             first shot, Hummel might launch. My
             second in command is working on an
             attack from within the prison.
                   (beat)
             The idea is to penetrate the
             tunnels under the prison,
             undetected, emerge in its center,
             and jump the marines from behind -
             take their rocket positions without
             a shot fired. But I need better
             intelligence.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             You've studied the architectural
             plans.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             They're useless. Alcatraz was
             originally a Civil War fort. It's
             been ripped up and rebuilt for
             years. Under there is a maze of
             shit, excuse my language.
                   (beat)
             What I need is personal, firsthand
             intelligence on the island's
             tunnels.
   
   
   CAMERA FOCUSES ON F.B.I
   
   Director Womack, who gives a very significant look to
   CIA Director AMWAY.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             The former warden?
   
                       AGENT WOOD
             Died in 1979. The guards we
             contacted are useless. There was a
             janitor, "Alcatraz Al". He worked
             there for twenty years, but he died
             in 1983.
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             Didn't three guys escape? I thought
             I saw a movie about it.
   
                       AGENT WOOD
             It's a Hollywood myth. No one's
             escaped Alcatraz and lived.
   
   FBI Director trades a very significant look with CIA
   Director Amway. Amway clears his throat. He is older,
   very old school. Everyone turns to him.
   
                       CIA DIRECTORY AMWAY
             There is someone who can help us.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             The CIA Director and I have
             something to discuss in private.
   
   Womack and Amway rise and exit together. Everyone else
   sits there, confused.
   
   
   INT. PENTAGON - CORRIDOR - NIGHT
   
   Womack and Amway exit into the corridor. They huddle
   tightly against the wall. Sotto voice:
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             You're not actually suggesting...
   
                       CIA DIRECTORY AMWAY
             The man spent every night for six
             months making a dry-run of his
             escape. He knows every inch of that
             island. We have to, Jim.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             I am very uncomfortable about this.
   
   
   INT. WOLFBURG PENITENTIARY - CELL BLOCK - NIGHT
   
   A long row of cells. CAMERA slowly DOLLIES past cell
   after cell. Sullen INMATES stare blankly at us...
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
                       (O.S.)
             I knew, I knew someday, this would
             come back to bite us.
   
   CAMERA moves through a door marked "ISOLATION." At the
   end of a gloomy corridor is a CAST-IRON DOOR.
   
   
   BACK TO THE PENTAGON CORRIDOR
   
                       CIA DIRECTORY AMWAY
             It won't bite anyone - if handled
             correctly. When was the last time
             you saw him?
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             When he escaped from San Quentin.
   
                       CIA DIRECTORY AMWAY
             The man was an S.A.S. trained
             killer.
   
   
   BACK TO WOLFBURG - IN THE ISOLATION CELL
   
   TWO FEDERAL MARSHALS open the cell's steel locking bar.
   They push open the door. Dark inside. A MAN sits on the
   bed.
   
                       CIA DIRECTORY AMWAY
             Can we risk letting him out?
   
   A SHAFT OF LIGHT cuts across the cell floor.
   
                       CIA DIRECTORY AMWAY
             The question is: can we not?
   
   THE SHAFT OF LIGHT slices the face of JOHN PAUL MASON.
   He is British, at least once was, imprisoned without
   trial for 33 years on U.S. soil. For now, we have no
   idea why.
   
   
   EXT. WASHINGTON D.C. - DULLES AIRPORT HANGAR - NIGHT
   
   Raining. An F.B.I GULFSTREAM 4 JET sits on the tarmac.
   
   
   EXT. FBI GULFSTREAM - NIGHT
   
   FBI Director Womack sits with FRANCIS REYNOLDS, 30, an
   Assistant U.S. Attorney from the Justice Dept.
   Goodspeed sits across the aisle.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             I'm told you're our best chemical
             weapons man, Goodspeed. What's your
             education?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             B.A. Columbia. M.A. and P.H.D.,
             Johns Hopkins, biochemistry and
             toxicology.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Excellent. What do you know about
             V.X. gas?
   
   Pause. Goodspeed stares at Womack.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             This isn't a training exercise, is
             it sir.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             No Goodspeed. It's not a training
             exercise.
   
   HOLD ON Goodpeed's reaction, and...
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - FEDERAL BUILDING - DAWN
   
   Dawn breaks over San Francisco. A BLACK SEDAN and BLACK
   SUBURBANS pull up to the FBI's West Coast office.
   Goodspeed, Womack and Reynolds get out, go inside.
   
   
   INT. FBI - OBSERVATION ROOM - MORNING
   
   We watch Mason being led into an INTERROGATION ROOM,
   his legs in irons, his hands cuffed behind him.
   
   We are watching through a TWO-WAY MIRROR, and WIDEN TO:
   Womack, Goodspeed, Reynolds and ERNEST SANCHEZ, S.F.
   Bureau Agent in Charge, are watching Mason. Sanchez is
   a gruff guy with the subtlety of a heart attack.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             The following is a state secret.
             Disclose it to any party and you
             will be subject to prosecution. His
             name is John Mason. A British
             national incarcerated on Alcatraz
             island in 1962, escaped in 1963.
   
                       AGENT SANCHEZ
             Director, no one's ever escaped
             from Alcatraz...
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             I'm telling you facts, Agent
             Sanchez. Do not argue and do not
             question. He was recaptured and
             sent to San Quentin, from which he
             escaped in February, 1976. He's
             been held at Wolfburg since. He has
             no identity. He does not exist.
             Understood?
                   (turns to Sanchez)
             I want one thing: how he escaped
             Alcatraz - specifically the route
             he took through the island's
             tunnels.
   
                       AGENT SANCHEZ
             You want him conscious or
             unconscious afterward?
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Don't even entertain it. This man
             laughs at strong arm tactics.
             dodium pentathol doesn't work
             either.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Why's he going to help us now?
   
                       U.S. ATTORNEY REYNOLDS
                   (hands Womack Pardon)
             Mason's papers are in order, sir.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Because I'm willing to give him
             what he wants, Goodspeed - a full
             pardon.
   
                       AGENT SANCHEZ
             Steep price for some information.
                   (waves Pardon away)
             I don't need that to get what you
             want.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Sanchez - try subtlety.
   
                       AGENT SANCHEZ
             It's my middle name.
                   (to Goodspeed)
             Watch kid, maybe you'll learn
             something.
   
   Sanchez exits.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
                   (grumbles)
             I ask for an interrogator and what
             do I get...
   
   
   IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
   Mason looks around. He focuses on the mirror. He stares
   right through at Goodspeed. Goodspeed is fascinated,
   unnerved.
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (to himself)
             Jesus look at this guy.
   
   
   INT. FBI - INTERROGATION ROOM - MORNING
   
   Sanchez walks in, sipping coffee. Mason sits there,
   eyes forward.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             I'm FBI Special Agent in Charge
             Sanchez.
   
   Sanches sits. Mason stares at the table.
   
                       MASON
             In charge of what? Fucking me over
             for another three decades?
   
                       SANCHEZ
                   (congenial)
             Hey. Easy. I just want to talk.
   
                       MASON
             You know what FBI stands for
             Sanchez? Fucking Bloody Idiots. I
             don't want to talk to you.
   
   A pause. Sanchez glares at Mason.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Just some questions about Alcatraz.
             It's a tourist attraction now. You
             remember Alcatraz, Mason.
   
   The word "Alcatraz" registers with Mason.
   
                       MASON
             Do I remember Alcatraz.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Not the island itself. The tunnels
             underneath it.
   
   
   IN THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Real subtle, Sanchez...
   
   
   IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
                       SANCHEZ
             There's no harm in cooperating with
             us.
   
                       MASON
             Who's "us?" FBI? CIA? Why should I
             do that?
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Maybe there's a gift in it for you.
   
                       MASON
                   (to the mirror)
             Timeo danaos et dona ferentes.
   
   
   THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
   Goodspeed smiles slightly:
   
                       GOODSPEED
             "I fear the Greeks even when they
             bring gifts."
   
   
   THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
                       MASON
             Are you capable of reading,
             Sanchez?
   
   Sanchez is getting flustered.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             I don't have time for this shit...
                   (pause; stares at
                   mason)
             Yes. I can read.
   
                       MASON
             The story of Alchimadus. Know it?
   
                       SANCHEZ
             No.
   
   
   THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (to himself)
             Ancient Greece. Alchimadus was
             imprisoned by his king.
   
   
   THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
                       MASON
             Thomas a Beckett. Heard of him?
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Maybe. Not really.
   
   
   THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (to himself)
             Archbishop of Canterbury.
             Imprisoned and executed by Henry
             the Second...
   
   
   THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
                       MASON
             Solzhenitsyn. I've a sneaking
             suspicion you've heard of him.
   
   
   THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (to himself)
             Russian poet and dissident exiled
             to Siberia.
   
   
   THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
   Sanchez draws a blank on Solzhenitsyn.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Look, I'm asking the fucking
             questions here.
                   (beat)
             You can trust the FBI
   
                       MASON
             That's a good one, Sanchez. What do
             you call and FBI Agent who can't
             tell a lie? A mute.
   
   Mason turns away. As if Sanchez no longer exists.
   Suddenly, over a wall-mounted INTERCOM:
   
                       U.S. ATTORNEY REYNOLDS
                       (V.O.)
             Uhm, Agent Sanchez, could we have a
             word with you?
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Here, call your lawyer and tell him
             you're going back to jail.
   
   Sanchez tosses a quarter on the desk and exits.
   
   
   IN THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Impressive, Sanchez.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You mind if... uhm... I take a
             shot?
   
                       SANCHEZ
             He'll eat him alive.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             He's already had you for the first
             course.
                     (hands Goodspeed
                     the pardon)
             Go.
   
   Goodspeed takes the pardon, goes for the door.
   
   
   THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
   Goodspeed enters. He's completely out of his element,
   has no idea what he's doing, and is-suddenly face-to-
   face with this... Mason creature.
   
   The two men regard each other.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Take his cuffs off.
   
   The Marshal uncuffs Mason's wrists. Mason rubs his
   wrists, staring now at Goodspeed.
   
                       MASON
             Who the fuck are you, Mother
             Theresa?
   
   So much for Goodspeed's confidence.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             No actually, I'm Bill Goodspeed.
                   (rallies)
             Mr. Mason, we really need your
             help. That's a pardon and release
             contract from the Attorney Generals
             office. It makes you a free man,
             provided you cooperate.
   
   He slides a ballpoint pen across to Mason. Mason looks
   at the pen, then Goodspeed.
   
                       MASON
             What do you do for the FBI,
             Goodspeed.
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (lying)
             I'm a field agent.
   
                       MASON
             Tell me what you really do.
   
   
   IN THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Don't answer that, Goodspeed...
   
   
   IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I'm a chemical biological weapons
             expert.
   
   Mason registers this information...
   
   
   IN THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Stupid, stupid, stupid...
   
   
   IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
   Mason stares at the pardon contract, thinking.
   
                       MASON
             You said I'd be a free man. Define
             free
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Uhm, well, emancipated. Unfettered.
   
                       MASON
             I know what the fucking word means,
             idiot. In this context.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I don't understand...
   
                       MASON
             During the time I cooperate, will I
             be outside? Outside a jail?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Well yes I suppose...
   
                       MASON
             You suppose?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Yes. You'll be outside.
   
   
   IN THE OBSERVATION ROOM
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Don't give away the farm,
             Goodspeed.
   
   
   IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
                       MASON
             What's happening on Alcatraz,
             Goodspeed?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             A hostage situation. A matter of
             life and death.
   
   Mason thinks. He picks up the pen.
   
                       MASON
                   (looks at mirror)
             Then on one condition: a minimum of
             two hours in the Fairmont Hotel - I
             trust it still exists. I want a
             shower and a new suit of clothes.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I think we can arrange that.
   
   With that Mason picks up the pen and signs the pardon
   contract. He hands it to Goodspeed, who exits.
   
   Mason turns toward the mirror, staring right through.
   
   
   INT. FBI OBSERVATION ROOM - DAY
   
   Sanchez and Goodspeed enter.
   
   Goodspeed hands U.S. Attorney Reynolds the signed
   pardon contract.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Why didn't you throw in a trip to
             Fiji?
   
                       U.S. ATTORNEY REYNOLDS
             I'll have this forwarded to the
             President, Director.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             No. You'll give it to me.
                   (pause)
             Give it to me, Reynolds.
   
   Reynolds reluctantly hands the pardon to Womack.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
                   (to Sanchez)
             Show Attorney Reynolds outside
             there's a car waiting for him. And
             Sanchez - I'll handle the next
             stage.
   
   Sanchez leads the perturbed Reynolds out. Goodspeed and
   Womack are alone now. And Womack tears up the pardon
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Sir, that's a legal document.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             I'll decide what's legal,
             Goodspeed.
   
   Over WOMACK'S SHOULDER, Goodspeed WATCHES AS -
   
   
   IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
   Mason places THE QUARTER on the floor. He raises his
   metal chair; SLAMS it down on the quarter.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Sir, those references to
             Alchimadus, Beckett, Solzhenitsyn:
             all had something in common.
   
   
   IN THE INTERROGATION ROOM
   
   Mason picks up the coin. It has a DEEP BURR in it. He
   moves to the mirror; begins carving into the glass.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             They were imprisoned for doing
             nothing wrong. What's going on,
             sir?
   
   Goodspeed watches Mason over Womack's shoulder.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             You're out of your depth,
             Goodspeed. You are on a need to
             know basis and you do not need to
             know.
   
   Mason has etched a circle in the mirror. He slams his
   elbow against it. The glass caves in, CRASHES to the
   floor.
   
   Goodspeed and Womack whirl around, startled. Mason
   leans into the observation room.
   
                       MASON
             One more thing: a shave and a
             haircut.
                   (sees Womack)
             Hello Womack.
   
   Mason and Womack stare at each other and...
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. MOJAVE - DESERT FLATS - MORNING
   
   A hot desert-vista. Miles of nowhere. A DODGE sits
   under a tripod. Suspended from the tripod, a BLINKING
   DEVICE.
   
   The device DETONATES, showering the car with WHITE HOT
   BURNING LIQUID and amazingly, the car melts into a pool
   of molten steel, disintegrating to ash, which blows
   across the desert.
   
   
   50 YARDS AWAY
   
   USAF LT. JIMMY FISK and CPT. LARRY GILER (both late
   20's) emerge from the heat waves in heat-reflective
   suits, walking toward A HEAT PROTECTIVE BUNKER (a wall
   coated with heat reflective metal.)
   
   
   BEHIND THE BUNKER
   
   USAF GENERAL PETERSON watches with other Air Force
   OFFICERS and TECHNICIANS.
   
   Fisk and Giler enter, pulling off their suit hoods.
   Their faces are beet red from the heat.
   
                       CPT. GILER
             What it's all about, sir: Willy
             Peter burns steel, burns titanium;
             it'll sure burn up your poison and
             everything else in the atmosphere.
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             I need four F-16's equipped with
             air-to-ground missiles within...
                   (consults wristwatch)
             ... twenty-six hours.
   
                       LT. FISK
             Let me name some things that are
             more possible, General, with all
             due respect: winning the Lottery,
             climbing Mt. Everest barefoot,
             getting a parking space at Yankee
             Stadium, marrying Sharon Stone...
   
                       CPT. GILER
             Can't do it, General.
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             You can. And you will.
   
   General Peterson walks off.
   
                       CPT. GILER
             Get yer minds off Budweiser,
             baseball, and broads, fellahs -
             we're goin, round the clock!
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. FBI VAN - BACK COMPARTMENT - DRIVING - MORNING
   
   A van with no windows. Mason is shackled to a steel
   loop at one end of the seating bench. Goodspeed sits
   across from him, a CELLULAR PHONE at his ear.
   
   THREE FBI AGENTS (CORD, STAR and HUNT) sit down the
   bench, talking amongst themselves.
   
                       CARLA (V.O.)
                   (recorded voice
                   message)
             Hi! Bill and Carla ain't in! State
             your business! Make it interesting!
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (into phone)
             Listen Carla: I'll explain later,
             but don't come to San Francisco.
   
   
   CLOSE ON MASON
   
   Watching Goodspeed, picking up anything he can from the
   conversation.
   
   
   INT. GOODSPEED'S APARTMENT - DAY
   
   Carla stands in the threshold of the apartment,
   watching the answering machine -
   
                       GOODSPEED (V.O.)
                   (on the machine)
             I repeat, don't come to San
             Francisco.
   
                       CARLA
             Like hell I'm not...
   
   She exits, slamming the door.
   
   
   INT. FBI VAN - BACK COMPARTMENT - CONTINUOUS
   
   Goodspeed clicks off the phone, thinking, nervous.
   Goodspeed notices that Mason is staring at him.
   
                       MASON
                   (sotto)
             Who's Carla? And why don't you want
             her to come to San Francisco?
   
   Goodspeed doesn't answer. He notices the FBI Agents
   staring at Mason and him. He straightens up.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You're on a need to know basis and
             you don't need to know.
   
                       MASON
             You learn that line in Cub Scouts,
             Goodspeed?
   
   The van STOPS: the rear doors open to the FAIRMONT
   HOTEL SERVICE ENTRANCE.
   
   
   INT. FAIRMONT HOTEL - PENTHOUSE SUITE - DAY
   
   Top floor suite with a private elevator. Grand, with
   French doors leading to a balcony. Director Womack,
   Goodspeed and FBI Agents Star and Hunt are in the room.
   Jackets off, shoulder holsters on.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             I personally picked this suite.
                   (points at elevator)
             Only one exit.
   
   
   IN THE SUITE'S BATHROOM
   
   Steamy, from the shower. FBI Agent Cord sits on the
   sink. MASON'S VOICE emanates from the shower. He's
   singing some ditty off-key. But Mason isn't washing.
   
   
   INSIDE THE SHOWER STALL
   
   Mason's tampering with the BELL HOUSING of THE
   RETRACTABLE CLOTHESLINE on the shower wall.
   
   Mason pops off the bell-housing. he pulls out the nylon
   clothesline cord (it's thick, about 10 ft.) and rips it
   from the bell housing. Tests its strength.
   
   Satisfied, he knots A NOOSE on one end of the
   clothesline cord, then coils.
   
   
   IN THE BATHROOM
   
   Mason emerges from the shower wearing a huge hotel
   bathrobe.
   
   Cord hands him a SUIT OF CLOTHES. Mason inspects them.
   
                       MARSHAL CORD
             Put 'em on. You've got forty-five
             minutes.
   
                       MASON
             You going to stand there and watch?
   
                       MARSHAL CORD
             That's right.
   
                       MASON
             Well if it excites-you...
   
                       MARSHAL CORD
             Put the goddamn clothes on.
   
   
   IN THE SUITE'S LIVING ROOM
   
   Womack is dumping the contents of a BARBER'S BAG on the
   sideboard.
   
   Hands THE HOTEL BARBER, a swishy guy, a COMB, ELECTRIC
   TRIMMER and BIB. The BARBER frowns.
   
                       BARBER
             I can't do a decent job with these.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             That's all you get.
   
                       BARBER
             I'm an artist, not a barber.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
                   (holds up scissors)
             Without these he can't stab you in
             the throat.
   
   Mason, dressed, emerges from the bathroom. Motions the
   barber toward the balcony.
   
                       MASON
             Shall we do this outside? In the
             sunshine?
   
   The barber gulps. Follows Mason onto the balcony.
   
   
   ON THE SUITE'S BALCONY
   
   Mason sits in the sun on a balcony chair. Bib on.
   
                       BARBER
             How would you like it sir?
   
                       MASON
             Whatever's in style.
   
                       BARBER
             Oh fabulous. You look shabby. Shall
             I snip and cut the shabbiness away?
   
   The barber begins trimming Mason's hair...
   
   
   THE BALCONY - SOME MINUTES LATER
   
   Mason's hair and beard are neatly trimmed. The barber
   holds a mirror up; Mason examines himself.
   
                       MASON
             Good. Thank you.
   
   The barber stands. Clears his throat. Rubs his thumb
   and forefinger together.
   
                       MASON
             Yes of course. My secretary will
             take care of you.
                   (to Agent Star)
             See to the good man will you?
   
   Agent Star, glaring at Mason, leads the Barber out.
   
                       MASON
             What say we bury the hatchet,
             Womack.
   
   Mason extends his hand. Womack looks at it. As Womack
   reluctantly takes Mason's hand, Mason slides the noose
   over Womack's wrist. He yanks it tight and shoulders
   director Womack bodily over the balustrade.
   
                       MASON
             In your head.
   
   Womack plunges, HOWLING, 9 stories to his death. No, he
   only falls 10 feet. SPROOOOOING he stops, hanging by
   his wrist off the side of the building, held there by -
   
   
   MASON
   
   On the balcony, clutching the other end of the nylon
   clothesline, staring at Goodspeed.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Jesus... JESUS CHRIST....
   
   Goodspeed fumbles for his gun. Finally unholsters it.
   
   
   DIRECTOR WOMACK
   
   Hanging below, is SCREAMING.
   
                       MASON
             Drop the gun or I'll drop your
             boss.
   
   
   EXT. FAIRMONT HOTEL - ACROSS THE STREET - DAY
   
   Two FBI Agents, loitering by their vehicle, look up at
   Womack, dangling off the side of the building.
   
                       FBI AGENT
             Holy shit, we got a jumper.
   
   FBI Agent #2 raises binoculars to his eyes.
   
                       FBI AGENT #2
             Looks like.... Womack... !
   
   
   EXT. FAIRMONT HOTEL - PENTHOUSE SUITE - DAY
   
   Mason and Goodspeed as before.
   
                       MASON
             Whoops.... I'm feeling tired....
             Whoops....
   
   Mason lets Womack drop a foot. Womack SCREAMS!
   Goodspeed drops his gun and grabs the clothesline.
   Mason bolts from the balcony into the suite's library.
   
   Agent Star sprints onto the balcony. Star and Goodspeed
   begin hauling Womack up as -
   
   Mason steals through the suite, through the vestibule,
   and into the elevator.
   
   
   ON THE BALCONY
   
   Agent Star and Goodspeed hoist Directory Womack, red-
   faced and sputtering, over the railing. Goodspeed grabs
   Star's walkie-talkie.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             All units, this is Caretaker. WE'VE
             GOT A SIGNAL SIX. Mason's in the
             elevator! Let me know where he
             stops!
   
   
   INT. FAIRMONT HOTEL - BASEMENT - HOTEL KITCHEN - DAY
   
   Mason exits the elevator. The kitchen is bustling with
   COOKS AND BUSBOYS. Mason moves toward the side exit.
   Two FBI Agents enter. Mason ducks into the dishwashing
   room. Waits for the Agents to run past.
   
   Mason emerges, running right into... Goodspeed.
   
   WHAMM. MASON'S FIST slams into Goodspeed's jaw.
   Goodspeed goes down on the huge dishwasher. Mason moves
   off quickly toward the side exit.
   
   
   EXT. FAIRMONT HOTEL - SIDE EXIT - DAY
   
   Mason exits the hotel. 20 feet away is the PARKING
   VALET. 10 incredibly fast expensive European cars are
   waiting to be parked. First in line, however, is a
   HUMVEE.
   
   
   EXT. FAIRMONT HOTEL - SIDE EXIT - DAY
   
   Goodspeed exits, looking at Mason getting into the
   HUMVEE. The Humvee explodes out of the hotel driveway.
   
   Goodspeed shouts to the FBI Agents across the street:
   
                       GOODSPEED
             That's him!
   
   The FBI SEDANS ROAR off after Mason.
   
   Goodspeed looks around. A Ferrari sitting there.
   Goodspeed gets behind the wheel.
   
   The FERRARI blasts out of the driveway after the
   Humvee.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - STREETS - DAY
   
   The HUMVEE lumbers up to a traffic light. Stops behind
   several vehicles ahead.
   
   
   INT. MASON'S CAR - DRIVING - DAY
   
   Mason looks-up in the rear view mirror. The FBI SEDANS
   are behind him, closing fast. Mason rams the stickshift
   into gear; throws the wheel.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREET - DAY
   
   MASON'S HUMVEE veers to the side and CLIMBS OVER a
   parked, day-glow painted VW BEETLE, squashing it's
   hood. The Humvee ROARS through the intersection,
   leaving -
   
   The FBI SEDANS and GOODSPEED'S FERRARI trapped at the
   light behind the other cars.
   
   
   EXT. THE STREET AHEAD - DAY
   
   MASON'S HUMVEE plows through traffic, hitting the left
   and right bumpers of the cars in front of it, knocking
   them aside. It blows through ten cars like ten-pins.
   
   GOODSPEED'S FERRARI slaloms through the Humvee's wake
   of dented cars and accelerates after the Humvee.
   
   TWO POLICE PATROLMEN scramble into their cruisers,
   throwing on the CHERRY TOP LIGHTS.
   
   The CRUISERS charge after the Humvee and the Ferrari.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS (HILL #1) - DAY
   
   The HUMVEE is accelerating up a very steep hill. 100
   yards down the hill, the TWO S.F. POLICE CRUISERS, the
   FBI SEDANS, and GOODSPEED'S FERRARI, all race after it.
   
   
   INT. MASON'S HUMVEE - DAY
   
   Mason has the radio on. A NEWSFLASH is broadcast:
   
                       RADIO NEWSMAN
             This just in: More than twenty
             highway patrolmen are involved in a
             highspeed chase on Van Ness
             Boulevard, north of Trocadero...
   
   Mason looks at Humvee's CELLULAR PHONE. Grabs it.
   Studies it. He's never used one before.
   
                       MASON
             Modern conveniences. Cheers.
                   (punches numbers)
             San Francisco. Jade Angelou. That's
             A-n-g-e-l...
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS (HILL #1) - DAY
   
   AT THE INTERSECTION - THE TRAFFIC LIGHT is red. A
   SPARKLETTS WATER TRUCK proceeds into the intersection.
   
   
   INT. MASON'S CAR - DRIVING - DAY
   
   Mason runs the red light. The Sparkletts truck is in
   the intersection. Mason violently throws the wheel. The
   Humvee swerves to avoid the Sparkletts truck -
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS (TOP OF HILL #1) - DAY
   
   But doesn't make it. Mason's Humvee SLAMS into the
   Sparkletts truck's BACK END, knocking it sideways. The
   HUMVEE blasts through the intersection as -
   
   70 WATER BOTTLES (5 gallon each) tumble off the
   Sparkletts truck. The bottles roll down the hill,
   gaining speed.
   
   
   INT. MASON'S HUMVEE - DAY
   
   The call connects.
   
                       JADE ANGELOU (O.S.)
             Hello?
   
                       MASON
             Is this Jade Angelou?
   
                       JADE ANGELOU (O.S.)
             Yes. Who is this?
   
                       MASON
             John Mason.
                   (lengthy pause)
             Don't be shocked. I don't have much
             time. Please listen carefully...
   
   
   INT. GOODSPEED'S FERRARI - DAY
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Where is he sir? RIGHT IN FRONT OF
             ME. What's he doing? HE'S ON THE
             PHONE. I DON'T FUCKING KNOW, HIS
             STOCKBROKER! Oh shit. Gotta go.
   
   Goodspeed looks at SPARKLETTS BOTTLES bearing down on
   him
   
   
   INT. S.F. POLICE CRUISER - DAY
   
   Two S.F. PATROLMEN. Their eyes widen too as - THE
   SPARKLETTS BOTTLES are bouncing now, roll down on them
   at 45 mph. A BOTTLE SMASHES through the windshield,
   showering the Patrolmen with glass.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FPANCISCO STPEETS - (MIDWAY UP HILL #1) - DAY
   
   Chaos. Bottle after bottle smashes down on the -
   
   Front-running vehicles. DENTING HOODS. SMASHING
   WINDSHIELDS. THREE FBI SEDANS and GOODSPEED'S FERRARI
   negotiate the crashing cars.
   
   They race through the carnage after Mason.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS - (HILL #2) - DAY
   
   MASON'S HUMVEE explodes over the crest of a hill at 90
   mph. and soars. A beat, then -
   
   THE FBI SEDANS, followed by GOODSPEED'S FERRARI soar
   over the crest of the hill.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS - (BOTTOM OF HILL #2) - DAY
   
   At the intersection here, TWO S.F. ROAD WORKERS are
   sliding a STEEL PLATE over a 6 ft. deep ditch cut in
   the asphalt (for a water main or equivalent).
   
   The Road Workers, hearing the WAIL OF MASON'S HUMVEE,
   look up and dive away just at THE HUMVEE blasts over he
   steel plate, dislodging it from its positioning. It
   TEETERS on the lip of the ditch.
   
   THE FBI SEDAN hits the teetering steel plate, which
   collapses - causing the sedan to be swallowed up
   halfway into the ditch, it's rear end sticking up in
   the air. Seconds pass, then -
   
   THE SECOND FBI SEDAN SLAMS into the front running
   SEDAN'S... EXPOSED UNDERCARRIAGE. Both vehicles are
   obliterated.
   
   GOODSPEED'S FERRARI, in the most hair-raising slide
   ever filmed, veers and misses the mangled FBI sedans.
   
   Now it's just Mason and Goodspeed and...
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS - (TOP OF HILL #3) - DAY
   
   MASON'S HUMVEE, with GOODSPEED'S FERRARI close behind,
   races down a street on the crest of a hill.
   
   
   IN THE INTERSECTION AHEAD
   
   A CABLE CAR is turning down the hill. Mason's Humvee
   also turns down the hill, but as the Humvee rounds the
   corner -
   
   An OLD WOMAN starts crossing the street. Mason throws
   the wheel swerving to avoid her, and -
   
   THE HUMVEES BUMPER catches the BACK OF THE CABLE CAR,
   dislodging its rear steel wheels from the CABLE CAR
   TPACKS. With the front wheels still lodged in the
   tracks, the cable car begins to slide sideways.
   
   GOODSPEED'S FERRARI clears the cable car's sliding back
   end and sprints after Mason's Humvee.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS - MIDWAY DOWN HILL #3 - DAY
   
   The Humvee and Ferrari blast down the hill. The street
   is thick with vehicular traffic.
   
   So THE HUMVEE swerves, leaving the street.
   
   Onto the sidewalk. Where... SNAP SNAP SNAP it knocks
   down every parking meter, then hits A LADDER in a
   cordoned off area. On the ladder, a LINEMAN is fixing a
   MUNICIPAL POWER LINE. The ladder collapses; THE LINEMAN
   falls, flailing through the air.
   
   Goodspeed slams on the brakes. The Ferrari spins 180
   degrees and lurches to a stop facing uphill.
   
   
   INT. GOODSPEED'S FERRARI - DAY
   
   The AIR BAG's exploded in Goodspeed's face.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Shit shit SHIT SHIT...
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS - MIDWAY DOWN HILL #3 - DAY
   
   Goodspeed looks up the hill. GOODSPEED'S EYES bug.
   
   
   GOODSPEED'S POV
   
   The CABLE CAR is still sliding down the hill sideways.
   
   The SLIDING CABLE CAR, its wheels SPEWING SPARKS down
   the hill. The LAST PASSENGER dives. it's now empty and
   sliding straight for Goodspeed's Ferrari...
   
   
   INT. GOODSPEED'S FERRARI - DAY
   
   Goodspeed grabs the Ferrari's CELLULAR PHONE and tries
   the door latch. The goddamn airbag is all over him....
   So Goodspeed shoots the fucking air bag.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREETS - (BOTTOM OF HILL 33) - DAY
   
   The TUMBLING CABLE CAR hits the Toyota's rear. The
   Toyota's gas tank EXPLODES, lifting the cable car.
   
   The Ferrari's door flies open. Goodspeed dives away as
   -
   
   The CABLE CAR, aflame, cartwheels in mid-air and lands
   with a WHUMP on the FERRARI, crushing it like a tin-
   can.
   
   Goodspeed, dazed, wheels away from the wreck, shielding
   his eyes from the smoke and fire.
   
   A YOUNG KID ON A MOTORCYCLE rolls up.
   
                       MOTORCYCLE KID
             You just fucked up your Ferrari,
             man.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             It's not mine.
   
                       MOTORCYCLE KID
             Way cool.
                   (smiles)
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Neither is this.
   
   Goodspeed shoves the kid off the Motorcycle. Speeds off
   into traffic. The kid stands there dumbstruck.
   
   
   EXT. STREETS OF SAN FRANCISCO - DAY
   
   Goodspeed, driving through traffic on the kid's
   motorcycle, flips open the cell phone. Punches numbers.
   
   
   INT. FBI OFFICE - CHEMICAL/BIOLOGICAL DIVISION, FT.
   DIETRICK, MARYLAND - DAY
   
   Marvin Isherwood is enjoying another thrilling day. he
   grabs for the RINGING PHONE.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             Chem weapons. Isherwood.
   
                       GOODSPEED (V.O.)
             Marvin, ring up Wolfburg Federal
             Pen. The inmate is Mason, John.
   
   Isherwood gets on the computer. Starts tapping....
   
   
   INTER CUT - MARVIN IN THE LAB / GOODSPEED ON MOTORCYCLE
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             Wolfburg, got it. Masconi, Magrane,
             Masters. No Mason in Wolfburg,
             Bill, is this a relative of
             yours... ?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             NOT NOW Isherwood. Go to February
             1976. Who was transferred to
             Wolfburg from San Quentin that
             year?
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             Two guys. Joseph Wainwright, and
             a.... they don't have a name, just
             "inmate 9999?"
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Hit nine nine nine nine.
   
                       ISHERWOOD
             This is weird. They got medical
             records, place of birth - Glasgow?
             but no name. Wait a minute, there's
             a next of kin. Jade Angelou of 32
             Stenson Drive, San Francisco. Bill
             did you, like, fuck something up?
             Bill? Bill?
   
   Goodspeed ROARS off on the motorcycle and...
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - 32 STENSON DRIVE - DAY
   
   A single family house. Across the street -
   
   Goodspeed watches the house. The door opens. JADE
   ANGELOU exits. She's 19, tall, pretty, purposeful.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO - PIAZZA DES ARTES - DAY
   
   Mason stands next to a massive column, writing on a
   piece of paper: "ST. MICHAEL'S CHURCH, FORT WALTON,
   KANSAS. FRONT PEW. RIGHT LEG. HOLLOW."
   
   
   ACROSS THE PARK
   
   Jade Angelou enters a city park with a rotunda of
   classical design. A walk-way under massive Corinthian
   columns. She moves through the rotunda.
   
   Mason sees her. He steps behind the column as she
   passes. There is a moment of indecision. Mason looks at
   THE PIECE OF PAPER in his hand.
   
                       MASON
             Jade.
   
   Jade Angelou stops cold. Slow-ly turns. And regards
   Mason.
   
   
   ACROSS THE ROTUNDA
   
   Goodspeed sees Mason and Jade. he stealthily moves
   toward them.
   
   
   BY THE COLUMN - MASON AND JADE
   
   Jade approaches Mason tentatively. He is stunned by
   her. By her beauty, her bearing, her likeness to him.
   
                       MASON
             Hello. Yes. It's me.
   
                       JADE
             I uhm... I'm not quite sure what to
             say. This is all a bit much...
   
   Several POLICE CARS ROAR past, sirens BLARING. Mason
   pockets the PIECE OF PAPER.
   
                       MASON
             Let's uhm... let's walk a ways.
   
   They walk off next to a TALL HEDGE. Goodspeed follows
   on the other side of the hedge.
   
   
   INTERCUT
   
   Between Mason and Jade, and Goodspeed eavesdropping.
   Goodspeed pulls out his cellular phone, begins punching
   numbers.
   
                       JADE
             So how long have you been out?
   
                       MASON
             A while.
   
                       JADE
             A while. And you didn't call? You
             are free now, right?
   
                       MASON
             I'm here with you, aren't I?
   
                       JADE
             Why now? I mean why today.
   
                       MASON
             I was driving through San
             Francisco. I decided it was time.
   
                       JADE
             Well there's not a lot I know about
             you other than you escaped from San
             Quentin, had a four day affair with
             my mother, and I'm the result. You
             can imagine I'm pretty confused.
   
                       MASON
             I tried to explain in my letters.
   
                       JADE
             Ahh. Your letters. They weren't
             very easy to follow.
   
   She fishes in her pocket. Pulls out a LETTER. WHOLE
   SECTIONS OF THE LETTER have been scissored out. Mason.
   frowns.
   
                       MASON
             I see.
                   (grumbles)
             Bloody prison censors.
   
                       JADE
             How about explaining now?
   
   In the b.g. we HEAR POLICE SIRENS. Mason looks around.
   
                       MASON
             Maybe this isn't the best time...
                   (off her look)
             Jade. Here sit down.
   
   Mason and Jade sit on a bench. MORE SIRENS in the b.g.
   Mason looks off nervously.
   
                       MASON
             All will be explained. You must
             trust me on this. Someday very
             soon, after I get a few things
             settled, I will come back for you.
             What I need to know is: do you want
             me in your life?
   
                       JADE
             How can I answer that? I don't know
             if we can.... after 19 years, just
             start like that.
   
                       MASON
             We are the same blood.
   
                       JADE
             But I don't know you.
   
                       MASON
             Where to begin.
                   (sighs)
             My name is John Paul Mason. I'm
             Scottish. I attended Dartmouth
             Naval College. My favorite color is
             green. I like books. I like a good
             joke. At one time I shot a pretty
             fair round of golf. I'm in my 60's
             and I've been in jail half my life.
                   (Jade looks away)
             Maybe it's better I go.
   
   She smiles. Puts her hands on his.
   
                       JADE
             No. You're doing okay.
   
   Police sirens BLARE. And the entire park is suddenly
   surrounded by FBI AND POLICE VEHICLES.
   
                       JADE
             You lied to me.
   
   Goodspeed approaches. Mason makes no attempt to move.
   Jade turns to him.
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (flashes his ID)
             FBI miss. Your father is working
             with us. He's helping us resolve
             a....
                   (looks at Mason)
             ... dangerous situation.
   
                       JADE
             He is?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Yes madam. We've got to go, John.
   
   Mason extends his hand to Jade. She takes it.
   
                       MASON
             Jade - remember what I said.
   
   They hug. Then Mason walks off with Goodspeed and -
   
   - Jade opens her hand, revealing the PIECE OF PAPER
   upon which Mason wrote his instructions.
   
   
   ACROSS THE PARK
   
   FBI Agents Star and Cord run up.
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (sharply)
             No cuffs until we get to the cars.
   
   They continue toward the waiting cars.
   
                       MASON
             You surprise me, Goodspeed. Now I'm
             going to surprise myself: thank
             you, you could have handled that
             differently.
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (tight)
             You almost got me killed. Twice.
   
                       MASON
             How's your jaw?
   
   Goodspeed wheels on Mason and swings. SNATCH. Mason
   catches Goodspeed's fist. Three inches from his face.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             It hurts.
   
   Sanchez, Director Womack and the FBI Agents approach.
   Womack's arm is in a sling; he's in a volcanic rage.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             You cocksucker you dislocated my
             shoulder and cost the city of San
             Francisco ten million dollars. You
             try to escape again and Agent
             Chaney here will break your legs.
   
   AGENT CHANEY, large and mean, comes to Mason's side.
   
                       MASON
             Pleased to meet you.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - FBI COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
   Night is falling. A large warehouse room with windows
   looking out to Alcatraz Island. Looks like NASA.
   
   
   AT A RECTANGULAR TABLE
   
   Mason sits at the head of the table 122 in front of a
   SCALE MODEL OF ALCATRAZ. Commander Anderson and ten
   NAVY SEALs look toward Mason.
   
   Anderson is agitated, staring at Mason.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Okay, one more time: down this
             second fork fifty-seven paces to a
             septic chamber. Turn left at the
             water pump, then forty-two paces to
             the prison showers...
   
                       MASON
             No. Forty-two paces to the septic
             chamber. Fifty-seven to the
             showers.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
                   (pointedly)
             That's not what you said three
             minutes ago.
   
                       MASON
                   (innocently)
             It's not?
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
                   (dagger stare at Mason)
             Excuse me.
                   (rises)
             Womack.
   
   Womack follows Anderson aside. They confer heatedly.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             I ask for someone with knowledge of
             the island's tunnels. you give me a
             fuckin, convict who wants to play
             "twenty questions."
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             He knows every inch of those
             tunnels, Commander.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Then he's keeping it to himself.
             He's fucking with me and I don't
             have the time.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
                   (pause; he thinks)
             What if he went with you?
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Out of the question. He'll endanger
             the mission - he'll endanger my
             men. He's a security risk. Who says
             he won't bolt as soon as we turn
             our backs on him?
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             I'll handle that. Chaney.
   
   The hulking Chaney escorts Mason over.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             You're not cooperating, John. Maybe
             this will help. I'm sure you're
             curious about what's happening on
             Alcatraz.
                   (no response)
             Twelve United States Marines - a
             terrorist rogue force - have seized
             it. They've aimed fifteen poison
             gas rockets at the city. Enough
             poison gas to kill every man, woman
             and child in San Francisco.
                   (smiles)
             Yes, John, including your daughter.
   
                       MASON
             You son-of-fucking-Satan.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOA WOMACK
             Mr. Mason has a strong incentive to
             help us, Commander Anderson.
   
   Mason boils. Then springs at Womack. Chaney grabs
   Mason, head-locking him. So Mason knees Womack in the
   balls. Womack doubles over. Recovers, coughing.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Get him some gear. He's going to
             the Rock. Goodspeed!
   
   
   ACROSS THE ROOM
   
   Goodspeed looks up from a computer screen generating 3-
   D images of different angles of a V.X. ROCKET. He walks
   over to the table. Anderson and the other SEALs stare
   at him.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             The goal is to take out the
             launchers and neutralize the V.X.
             chem rounds, Goodspeed. Tell us
             what you know.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Well, the thermal imaging photos
             picked up the poison gas. Here. The
             prison morgue.
                   (points)
             It's probably being kept
             refrigerated. makes sense. V.X. gas
             begins to lose its toxicity at
             higher temperatures.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Have you ever actually seen one of
             these devices?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             No sir, but I've studied them....
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
                   (sarcastic)
             That's great, Goodspeed. You're in
             the Bureau, so you've had weapons
             training.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             A little, sir.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             So you've never been in a combat
             situation.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             No sir.
                   (beat)
             Should I begin the briefing on
             diffusing and detoxification sir?
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Won't be necessary.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Sir, these are very complicated
             devices...
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             I know they are, Goodspeed. That's
             why you're going with us.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Sir?
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
                   (to SEAL Reigert)
             Get him some gear.
   
   Mason stares at Goodspeed.
   
                       MASON
             Wait just a minute. This little
             twat's going to deal with the
             poison? He's gonna get us all
             fuckin' killed!
   
   Mason walks off muttering.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER - BATHROOM - A MINUTE LATER
   
   SEAL Dando stands at a urinal. Goodspeed bursts in and
   lunges for another urinal. He vomits. Gags. Spits.
   
                       SEAL DANDO
             Nice to meet you too.
   
   Sanchez enters.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             You look like shit.
   
   Goodspeed leans back against the wall.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Thank you.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             You're not wimping out on us,
             Goodspeed.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I join the FBI I ask for fieldwork.
             They say, "Bill, you're too fucking
             smart for field work." Every year I
             put in for a transfer and every
             year I sit in that goddamn lab like
             the fucking Maytag repairman in the
             commercial. Then the call finally
             comes, and it's a whole fuckin,
             city at stake? Oh Jesus...
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Chemical Weapons isn't a cakewalk,
             Goodspeed.
   
   Goodspeed splashes cold water on his face.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I've got some bad news and some
             really bad news sir. Maybe the bad
             news isn't bad, maybe actually it's
             good....
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Spit it out.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             My girlfriend's pregnant.
   
                       SANCHEZ
                   (pause)
             What's the really bad news.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - OUTSIDE THE BATHROOM - DAY
   
                       SANCHEZ (V.O.)
             Goodspeed, GODDAMN IT...
   
   The door bursts open. Sanchez, veins bulging, exits,
   followed by Goodspeed.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Agent Cord, get over to the Pan
             Pacific Hotel and bring Goodspeed's
             girlfriend to this facility
             please!!
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - SUNSET
   
   Cpts. Darrow and Frye look out . the window at the
   Marine's Command Center in the Infirmary.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
                   (mumbling)
             Seventeen hours left. What the fuck
             is he doing? How much time does it
             take to transfer money from one
             account...
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             Just a matter of time, buddy. The
             Pentagon'll cave and we'll be
             headin, south of the border a
             million dollars richer.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - SUNSET
   
   Hummel sits at his desk. The phone RINGS.
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
             Hummel.
   
                       SECURITY ADVISOR LOUIS LINDSTROM
             Hello Frank, Lou Lindstrom. I'm in
             the oval office with General
             Kramer.
   
   
   INTERCUT - ALCATRAZ INFIRMARY / WHITE HOUSE OVAL OFFICE
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             We're having some problems with the
             account transfer, Frank.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Don't tell me your problems, tell
             me your solutions.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             We've spoken to the President. He's
             not too happy about this.
   
   Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair enters.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Well he'd better give me a goddamn
             assurance...
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             The only thing the President will
             give you is a fair trial after
             you're caught, General.
   
                       HUMMEL
             That you, Sinclair? What exactly do
             you do at the White House? Answer
             the presidential phone? Wash the
             presidential limousine? Are you his
             golf caddy, Sinclair?
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             Now you give me some goddamn
             respect, General....
   
                       HUMMEL
             You want respect, you child, you
             coffee server? Let's talk about
             Dave Ridgeway.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Who's Dave Ridgeway, Frank?
   
                       HUMMEL
             A twenty-two year old marine
             tortured to death by a communist
             death squad in the El Salvadoran
             jungle. His mother and young wife
             were told by the Pentagon that he
             went AWOL Let's talk about the
             respect he got.
   
                       LOUIS LINDSTROM
             This is going nowhere Frank...
   
                       HUMMEL
             Then let me tell you what is: The
             most lethal poison gas known to man
             into San Francisco's business
             district. You have twelve hours to
             deliver the money or be prepared to
             reap the whirlwind, gentlemen.
   
   CLICK. National Security Advisor Lindstrom stares at
   the phone. Shakes his head.
   
                       LOUIS LINDSTROM
             What's the word from Mojave?
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             General Petersen can give us no
             definite assurance on the Willy
             Peter capability.
   
   The men stare grimly at each other.
   
                       LOUIS LINDSTROM
             Greenlight the SEAL incursion.
   
   General Kramer picks up the phone.
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. NAVAL AIRSTRIP (INCURSION STAGING AREA) - DUSK
   
   The INCURSION STAGING AREA (a base in the S.F.
   vicinity) Goodspeed and Mason, in black dry suits, join
   Commander Anderson and nine other SEALs.
   
   Four SEALs will be identified: BOYER, REIGERT, DANDO,
   and SHEPHERD.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Listen up, men. Mr. Mason here will
             run point for us. Lieutenant
             Shepherd will be attached to your
             hip, Mason. You breath, he breathes
             with you. Understand?
   
   LIEUTENANT SHEPHERD, young, laconic, nods at Mason.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Shep, what's the status on the
             special operational gear for Mason.
   
                       SEAL SHEPHERD
                   (hands over items)
             One aluminum fork and one quart of
             motor oil in a squeeze tube.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Motor oil?
   
                       MASON
             For cottonmouth.
   
   Goodspeed and the SEALs exchange looks.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Goodspeed here's our specialist. We
             will cover him while he neutralizes
             the' chemical threat. If he does
             his job we'll launch flares and
             hold our position 'till the cavalry
             comes. Make no mistake about it,
             gentlemen, we are going in against
             an entrenched force led by one hot-
             shit field commander. We are in the
             fight of our lives, I bullshit you
             not. Any questions? Let's move out.
   
   The move across the staging area to -
   
   A CH-53 SEA STALLION and two HUEY COBRA ATTACK
   GUNSHIPS, their BLADES whipping with ferocity.
   
   SEAL Shepherd stands in the Sea Stallion's door. The
   SEALs board past him. Last are Mason and Goodspeed.
   
                       MASON
             After you, 'lace."
   
   Goodspeed gives Mason a look and climbs in. Then Mason.
   Then Shepherd, who SLAMS the door shut.
   
   The GROUND CREW waves red LIGHT SABRES: "all clear."
   The Hueys and the Sea Stallion lift off.
   
   
   INT. SEA STALLION - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed and Mason sit with the SEALs. Grim,
   determined faces. Not a word spoken.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Activate mini-cams.
   
   Anderson, Boyer and the other SEALs flip on TINY
   VIDEOCAMERAS mounted on their shoulders. A NAVAL MEDIC
   passes out SYRINGES OF ATROPINE in ANKLE SHFATHES.
   
                       NAVAL MEDIC
             Atropine. Any contact with the gas,
             use it.
   
   Each SEAL takes one; begins strapping it to ankle.
   Goodspeed shakes his head, declining.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Uhn uhn. I hate needles.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - MOBILE COMMUNICATIONS TRAILER - NIGHT
   
   AT THE CONTROL PANEL - FBI TECHNICIANS talk into
   headsets and watch a bank of MONITORS displaying:
   satellite pictures, thermographic images of Alcatraz, a
   computer bio of Hummel.
   
   Sanchez sits at the control panel wearing a headset.
   Director Womack paces behind him.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Mini-cams operational.
   
   
   OUTSIDE IN THE WAREHOUSE
   
   An FBI SEDAN pulls in and parks. FBI agent Cord gets
   out. Carla sits in the back seat.
   
                       CARLA
             Would you please tell me what is
             going on?
   
                       AGENT CORD
             Can't do that, ma'am. Sorry.
   
   
   EXT. SKIES OVER SAN FRANCISCO BAY - NIGHT
   
   The Hueys and Sea Stallion fly in formation AT CAMERA.
   The Sea Stallion's running lights suddenly BLINK OFF.
   
   
   INT. SF.A STALLION - NIGHT
   
   The two SEA STALLION PILOTS don NIGHT VISION GOGGLES.
   
   
   IN THE HOLD
   
   The SEALs begin to prepare themselves; checking their
   weapons combat wet-suits, and CLOSED CIRCUIT REBREATHER
   SCUBA TANKS.
   
   The SEALs begin to don their scuba apparatus.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             You know what you're doing?
   
                       MASON
             Yes. Little fancier than I'm used
             to.
   
   Mason examines the equipment. It's more modern, but not
   foreign to him. He adjusts his depth and oxygen gauges.
   Goodspeed, having a hard time, watches Mason.
   
   
   EXT. SKIES OVER SAN FRANCISCO BAY - NIGHT
   
   The HUEYS, 50 ft. from the water's surface, SCREAM PAST
   CAMERA and bear down on Alcatraz.
   
   The SEA STALLION, lagging behind the Hueys, BANKS RIGHT
   and peels away. It descends lower, below radar.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
   
   The FBI RADAR TECHNICIAN watches the RADAR SCREEN...
   Glowing BLIPS move toward Alcatraz. One BLIP vanishes.
   
                       FBI RADAR TECHNICIAN
             They're off radar, headin' 'round
             Treasure Island.
   
   
   EXT. SKIES OVER TREASURE ISLAND - NIGHT
   
   The Sea Stallion rounds Treasure Island and heads
   toward the rear of Alcatraz Island.
   
   
   INT. SEA STALLION - NIGHT
   
   The SEA STALLION PILOT turns to Anderson.
   
                       SEA STALLION PILOT
             I got you to the strongest current
             in the Bay, Commander. You're on
             your own from here.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Prepare to deplore!
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   A SERIES OF SHOTS
   
   The SEALs stand. Each checks the gear of the man in
   front of him. Straps tightened. Weapons checked.
   
   
   IN THE REAR OF THE HOLD
   
   FOUR SEALS ready two high-tech 139B 3-man submersibles
   called "SDUs" (Seal Delivery Units), also known as
   "Seal Subs."
   
   Mason is ready to go, calm and steady, eyes forward.
   Goodspeed's still behind. He has his scuba tanks
   shouldered, but he can't get the list of the tricky
   catches on the shoulder harness secured...
   
   Mason reaches over and secures, with a METALLIC DLINK,
   the catch. Goodspeed, embarrassed, nods.
   
   
   AT THE BACK OF THE HOLD
   
   139F SHEPHERD, with a nod, directs Mason to sit down on
   the SDU behind SEAL BOYER, the SDU's driver.
   
   Mason does so. Chaney then sits behind Mason. SEAL
   Dando then begins buckling Shepherd and Mason onto the
   sled with harnesses (the unit's version of a seat-
   belt.)
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO BAY (OFF ALCATRAZ) - NIGHT
   
   The Sea Stallion hovers 15 ft. from the surface. The
   BELLY DOOR opens. COMMANDER ANDERSON leans out,
   inspecting the drop area. he hand-signals to -
   
   SEAL Dando, reading the two SDUs. Goodspeed sits on the
   SECOND SDU behind SEAL Reigert. SEAL Dando begins
   buckling in Goodspeed.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Wait a minute.
                   (Dando stops buckling)
             What if this thing crashes...
   
   Dando looks at Reigert. They laugh. This remark they
   obviously find very funny. Dando continues buckling
   Goodspeed in.
   
                       MASON
             Smile Goodspeed. Live a little.
             Life is short... especially yours.
   
   And the SDUs are released, rolling out of the Sea
   Stallion on a set of tracks, SPLASHING DOWN into -
   
   
   EXT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT
   
   The bay here. The SDUs' XENON headlamps come on.
   
   
   EXT. THE SEA STALLION - DOORWAY - NIGHT
   
   The rest of the SEALs, carrying equipment and single
   man mini-SDU units, jump from the Sea Stallion one by
   one.
   
   
   EXT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT
   
   The three-man and single SDUs head toward Alcatraz,
   passing ABOVE CAMERA.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - NIGHT
   
   The SEARCHLIGHT atop the lower lighthouse scans the
   bay, back and forth. It fixes on something.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - NIGHT
   
   Hummel and Baxter watch from the window. Captain Fryels
   voice emanates from the walkie-talkie.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE (V.O.)
             Something on radar, sir. Two Hueys
             in standard formation, due east and
             approaching.
   
   Hummel raises binoculars. Scans the bay.
   
   
   HUMMEL'S POV - THROUGH BINOCULARS - THE HUEYS AND SEA
   STALLION
   
   Flying low, SCREAM toward the island.
   
   
   BACK TO SCENE
   
   Hummel lowers the binoculars, clicks on his walkie-
   talkie.
   
                       BAXTER
             Decoy?
   
                       HUMMEL
             Royce, Scarpetti, Gamble, Starling:
             get to the west end of the island
             on the double. Think we have
             visitors.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - WATER TOWER - ALLEY - NIGHT
   
   Pvt. Royce clicks off his walkie-talkie.
   
                       ROYCE
             You heard the man, let's move it.
   
   Pvts. Royce, Scarpetti, Gamble and Starling race off.
   
   
   EXT. UNDERWATER - NIGHT
   
   The SEALs, pulled by their SDUs, WHOOSH past camera.
   The SDUs lights dim the FLUORESCENT GREEN.
   
   
   CLOSEUP ON BOYER
   
   The three-man SDUs driver, intense, determined.
   
   
   CLOSEUP ON BOYER'S FLUORESCENT GREEN INSTRUMENT PANEL
   
   Charting their approach to the island.
   
   They've drawn close to the island. Commander Aanderson
   swings an UNDERWATER SPOTLIGHT, which reveals -
   
   
   A LARGE WATER INTAKE PIPE
   
   Jutting out from the Island's bedrock, 7 ft. in
   diameter, covered by a GRATE thick with rust, barnacles
   and seaweed. There's a SMALL JAGGED HOLE, presumably
   through which Mason escaped 33 years earlier.
   
   
   EXT. UNDERWATER - POWER P. INTAKE PIPE - NIGHT
   
   The SEALs cast off the SDUs and direct their GREEN
   FLUORESCENT SPOTLIGHTS inside the hole in the grate.
   
   Mason stares at the hole. Commander Aanderson nods to
   Mason: "lead the way." Mason does so. Enters the pipe.
   one by one, the SEALs and Goodspeed follow Mason in.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - SHORELINE NEAR POWER PLANT - NIGHT
   
   Pvts. Royce, Scarpetti, Gamble and Starling walk the
   shoreline, peering into the black water.
   
                       ROYCE
             Looks all clear, sir.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
   
   Baxter turns to Hummel:
   
                       BAXTER
             Nothing.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Tell 'em to stay out there.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - SUBTERRANEAN POWER PLANT - NIGHT
   
   A large subterranean room under the island's Power
   Plant... large WOODEN CISTERN in the middle.
   
   The SEALs emerge in the cistern and climb out. The room
   has one exit, sealed with a HEAVY IRON door.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Thank you very fucking much, Mr.
             Mason, you've led us to a room with
             no exit.
   
                       SEAL BOYER
             Skipper, blow it or burn it?
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             No time for the torch.
             Explosives'll bring the fucking
             world down on us.
                   (turns to Mason)
             An idea, please, we're tight on
             time.
   
                       MASON
             Wait for me to unlock the door.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             You do not look like Jesus Christ,
             Mr. Mason, so I'm having a hard
             time how you're going to accomplish
             that.
   
                       MASON
                   (points)
             Under there.
   
   
   UNDERNEATH THE STEAM ENGINE
   
   Is a tiny crawl space. 10 STEAM RELEASE VALVES
   periodically emit BURSTS OF STEAM.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             You are shitting me. You catch one
             of those steam bursts and you're a
             corpse.
   
                       MASON
             True.
                   (unshoulders his
                   equipment)
             I memorized their timing.
   
   Mason sits on the edge of the crawl space. FBI looks
   inside the crawl space: WHITE HOT BURSTS of 500 degree
   Fahrenheit steam BLAST DOWN.
   
                       SEAL SHEPHERD
             Uhh sir, you said never leave his
             side...
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             You're not required to follow,
             Lieutenant Shepherd. This man is
             going to die.
   
                       MASON
                   (grumbles to himself)
             That's been said to me before...
   
   Mason takes a deep breath and he rolls -
   
   
   INTO THE CRAWL SPACE
   
   Mason logrolls one revolution... STEAM BURST another
   evolution STEAM BURST another revolution STEAM BURST.
   
   Mason rolls to a stop on his side. STEAM BURSTS on
   either side of him. Mason collects himself. Breathes
   deeply and rolls again. His movements are precise, from
   memory. He rolls past each burst, any imprecision
   certain death...
   
   
   IN THE CISTERN ROOM
   
   Goodspeed, Aanderson and the SEALs watch Mason, amazed.
   
                       SEAL REIGERT
             Who the fuck is this guy? Houdini?
   
   
   IN THE CRAWL SPACE
   
   Mason rolls past the STEAM RELEME VALVE and disappears.
   
   
   IN THE CISTERN ROOM
   
   Several seconds pass. We HEAR THE DOOR being unbolted.
   It CREAKS open. There stands Mason.
   
                       MASON
             Welcome to the Rock.
   
   The Incursion Team files through the door.
   
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   INT. TUNNELS UNDER ALCATRAZ - NIGHT
   
   Here, the tunnel moves up a steep incline to a LOCKED
   STEEL BULKHEAD. SEALs Reigert and Dando check it out.
   
                       SEAL DANDO
             She's at least three inches thick
             sir.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Shit. Burn it.
   
   Dando unpacks an ACETYLENE TORCH. Reigert turns on the
   ACETYLENE VALVES (tanks rigged to Dandols gear) and
   sparks the torch. IT FLAMES UP, white hot.
   
   Dando starts toward the bulkhead. Mason steps past him,
   bending his KITCHEN FORK into an awkward shape. He
   fishes the fork in the lock; twists it, and... POP.
   
   Mason throws open the thick bulkhead door. And climbs
   through the bulkhead.
   
                       MASON
                   (muttering)
             Guys are worthless.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Who is this guy...?
   
   
   INT. DRAINAGE PIPES LTNDER MAIN CELL HOUSE - NIGHT
   
   The team arrives at a series of concrete drainage
   pipes. Mason points up to one of them.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             The shower room?
                   (Mason nods yes)
             After you.
   
   Mason and the SEALs climb into the drainage pipe.
   
   
   INT. DRAINAGE PIPE UNDER SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   The SEAL team, Mason leading the way, climbs toward a
   FAINT LIGHT emanating from a DRAINAGE GRATE above.
   
   SEAL Reigert readies a FIBRE OPTIC SEEING DEVICE; he
   pushes the fibre-optic camera up through the grate.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - PRISON SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   The FIBER-OPTIC CAMERA turns, looking in a 360 degree
   radius, and transmitting images of -
   
   
   THE PRISON SHOWER
   
   A tiled room with shower heads and a 20 160A ft.
   ceiling. Above, a mezzanine circles the showers; here
   Alcatraz's guards once watched inmates below..
   
   
   INT. DRAINAGE PIPE UNDER SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   Commander Anderson views the shower room images on a
   TINY (2 inch by 2 inch) WRIST-HELD VIDEO MONITOR. The
   shower is deserted, but there's something of interest -
   
   A MOTION DETECTOR (a blue beam flashed from a
   transmitter to 161A a receptor) across the grate.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Motion sensor.
   
   Anderson gingerly lifts the grate. Reigert wiggles his
   hands past the edges of the grate and nudges the beam
   transmitter (with one hand) and the beam receiver (with
   the other) away from the grate.
   
   
   INT. INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
   
   A SILENT ALARM next to Pvt. Royce blinks on. Royce
   turns to Maj. Baxter.
   
                       ROYCE
             Sir. Anti-disturbance temblar
             tripped in the shower. We got
             visitors.
   
   
   INT. MAIN CELL HOUSE - SHOWER ROOM
   
   The grate pops open. SEALs Boyer and Reigert, wearing
   NIGHT VISION GLASSES, emerge taking defensive positions
   back-to-back. Commander Anderson follows. Then, one by
   one, the rest of the SEALs emerge.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
                   (to Lt. Shepherd in the
                   drainage pipe)
             Stand fast. We'll secure the area.
   
   Anderson directs Boyer and Reigert to a TILED COLUMN.
   They creep across the tiled floor, taking "check and
   defefid" positions behind the shower's TILED COLUMNS.
   But suddenly, shockingly... FLOODLIGHTS flash on.
   Coming from the mezzanine above.
   
   The SEALs whip off their night vision goggles.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - MOBILE COMMAND TRAILER - NIGHT
   
   ON THE VIDEO MONITOR - We see the illumination of the
   shower room (transmitted from the SEALs cameras.)
   
                       SANCHEZ
             What's that...what the hell is
             that?
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - DRAINAGE PIPE UNDER SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed, Mason, and Lt. Shepherd react to the sudden
   illumination above.
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (whispers)
             What's going on?
   
                       SEAL SHEPHERD
                   (whispers)
             Don't know.
   
   
   INT. SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   The SEALs whirl around, startled, unnerved, squinting
   into the blinding whiteness of the floodlights.
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
             Drop your weapons.
   
   The SEALs, terrified, hesitate but do not drop their
   weapons They stand back-to-back, weapons trained at the
   catwalk. squinting into the white light.
   
   The SEALs behind the tiled columns take cover. we
   cannot yet see Hummel and the marines. This plays with
   as much tension as possible. The situation is chilling:
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Anderson here, General Hummel.
             Commander. Team Leader.
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
             Commander Anderson, if you have any
             concern for the lives of your men,
             you will order them to safety their
             weapons and place them on the deck
             at their feet.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
   
   ON THE VIDEO MONITOR - We see the floodlights above on
   the Mezzanine and hear Hummel's voice:
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Oh Christ this isn't happening.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - SHOWER ROOM MEZZANINE - NIGHT
   
   Hummel looks down at the SEALs. Baxter's text to him.
   The other marines are at positions around the mezzanine
   perimeter, M-16's trained and ready.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             Sir, we know why you're out here.
             God knows I agree with you sir, but
             like you sir, I swore to defend
             this country against all enemies.
             Foreign, sir, and domestic.
                   (shouts now)
             General, we've spilled the same
             blood in the same mud. You know
             goddamn well that I cannot give
             that order...
   
   
   BEHIND A COLUMN
   
   SEALs Reigert and Boyer stare into the floodlights.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Your unit is covered from an
             elevated position, Commander. I'm
             not going to ask again.
   
   
   ON THE MEZZANINE
   
   Cpts. Frye, Darrow and Pvts. Cox, McCoy, have their
   weapons trained; they're pumped and trigger happy.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Don't do anything stupid,
             Commander. No one has to die here.
   
                       COMMANDER ANDERSON
             You men following the General: You
             are United States Marines and under
             oath you forgotten that? We all
             have shipmates we remember - some
             of 'em were shit on and spit on by
             the Pentagon - that doesn't give
             you the right to mutiny.
   
                       HUMMEL
             That's a nice speech, Commander. I
             heard plenty like it in the
             Pentagon and on Capitol Hill. They
             all added up to zero. Pretty words
             aren't gonna get you out of this,
             Commander. Now abort this mission.
             Goddamn it, abort.
   
   
   BEHIND THE COLUMN
   
   SEAL Boyer, just 20, having never seen combat, is
   trembling with fear, indecision.
   
                       SEAL BOYER
             It's us or them, Reigert, fuck
             they're gonna waste us...
   
                       SEAL REIGERT
             Get a grip on yourself...
   
   
   ON THE MEZZANINE
   
   Pvt. Coxi's BOOT nudges a TILE which has come loose
   from its mortar. The tile inches to the edge of the
   mezzanine. Then it falls...
   
   Boyer, reacting to THE FALLING TILE, brings up his
   machine gun and fires A SUSTAINED BURST in its
   direction -
   
   And all hell breaks loose. THE MARINES fire in unison.
   A cruel withering fusillade.
   
   The SEALs in the middle of the floor take the brunt of
   it. They gamely return fire. But they're hit. Again.
   Again. Again.
   
   
   IN THE DRAINAGE HOLE
   
   Goodspeed, Mason, and Lt. Shepherd listen (and watch,
   when the view allows) in utter horror to the firefight
   above.
   
   Lt. Shepherd scrambles up the ladder. Goodspeed grabs
   him. Tries to pull him down.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Don' t do it.
   
                       SEAL SHEPHERD
             Let go of me.
   
   Lt. Shepherd climbs the ladder.
   
   
   IN THE SHOWER ROOM
   
   Anderson takes a bullet in his leg. His automatic
   blazing, he takes a bullet in the forearm. The chest.
   The shoulder.
   
   THREE MARINES on the mezzanine are hit and killed.
   
   Lt. Shepherd climbs out of the drainage pipe and comes
   up firing. He instantly takes a bullet through the
   visor, killing him instantly. Shepherd falls to his
   knees and pitches over, falling face first into -
   
   
   THE DRAINAGE HOLE
   
   Where Shepherd's lifeless eyes come face-to-face with
   Goodspeed, who nearly passes out, then looks away in
   horror.
   
   SEALS BEHIND THE COLUMNS return fire. They're hit,
   picked off one by one.
   
   Marine Cox and McCoy fire a 50 CAL. GUN (as powerful as
   anti-aircraft or anti-tank round) through the column,
   killing Reigert and Boyer.
   
                       HUMMEL
             HOLD YOUR FIRE HOLD YOUR FIRE....
   
   
   INT. DRAINAGE PIPE UNDER SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   Suddenly the-firing stops. Goodspeed and Mason freeze.
   Thinking fast, Mason rips the TAC RADIO from Shepherd's
   helmet, takes his 9 MM PISTOL and MACHINE GUN, and his
   SAW-TOOTHED KNIFE AND SHEATH, and climbs down.
   
   Goodspeed, indecisive at first, clambers down after
   Mason.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - MOBILE COMMAND TRAILER - NIGHT ON THE
   VIDEO MONITOR
   
   An image transmitted from Anderson's helmet camera.
   Anderson has fallen, so this is at ground level. We see
   corpses and near corpses.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             It's over.
   
                       FBI TECHNICIAN
             We've still got movement. Numbers
             eleven and twelve. That's Goodspeed
             and.... Mason.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             If mason's still alive, it's not
             over.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - TUNNELS UNDER SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   Mason and Goodspeed exit the drainage pipe. Goodspeed
   is panting, nearly hysterical.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             We're never gettin off this island.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
   
   Carla peers through a crowd of FBI TECHS huddled around
   video and audio monitors. She freezes, her hands
   covering to her mouth at the sound of:
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (over tac radio)
             ... god Jesus we're gonna die.
   
   Sanchez, agitated, exits the Command Trailer with
   Director Womack. They huddle, speaking in hushed
   voices.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             You told me I am on a "need to
             know" basis. Well goddamn it, I
             need to know. Who the fuck is John
             Mason. Start talking, Director, or
             I swear I will go to the press.
   
   A tense pause. Then Womack sighs, and his voice travels
   back three decades...
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             1962. J. Edgar Hoover is head of
             the FBI, some say the country. It's
             no secret the esteemed Mr. Hoover
             kept microfilm files on prominent
             Americans and Europeans. de Gaulle,
             British members of Parliament, even
             the Prime Minister. The man had
             dirt on everyone in the world,
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - TUNNELS UNDER THE SHOWERS - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed, slumped in a corner, watches Mason arm
   himself.
   
   He is a different person. Alive. Now in his element.
   pops the clip on Shepherd's g mil gun. Inspects it.
   Unsheathes the saw-toothed knife. Sheathes it.
   
   
   INTERCUT - PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER / ALCATRAZ TUNNELS
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             The British sent over their best
             operative, John Mason, to steal it.
   
   Mason grabs Shepherd's machine gun, pops the clip.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Our agents caught Mason at the
             Canadian border but with no
             microfilm. It's never been found.
             So Hoover held him without trial.
             The British claimed they didn't
             know him.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             What about the daughter? why didn't
             Hoover use her as leverage?
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             He died in 1972. She wasn't born
             yet Today it's a different Bureau
             and no one wants to touch this.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             My god, you're not saying...
   
   Mason slides the clip back in the machine gun. Tests
   the action, obviously comfortable with firearms...
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             John Mason has been incarcerated
             without trial on American soil
             since 1962. He knows our most
             intimate secrets of the last half
             century. The alien landing at
             Roswell, the truth about the J.F.K.
             assassination.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - TUNNELS BELOW SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
                       (O.S.)
             John Mason was an S.A.S. trained
             killer, one of MI-6's best
             operatives ever - John Mason was
             one of the most dangerous men on
             earth.
   
   Mason, armed and dangerous for the first time in 33
   long years, faces Goodspeed. Brings his machine gun up.
   Goodspeed raises his -9 mil pistol in self-defense.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Don't shoot me. Mason was actually
             slinging it over his shoulder...
   
                       MASON
             For Christ's sake.
   
   Mason trudges down the tunnel. Goodspeed follows him.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Wait. Where're you going?
   
                       MASON
             Off this island. You mind?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Yes I mind. I mind very much.
   
   From the tac radio in Mason's hand:
   
                   SANCHEZ (O.S.)
                     (over tac radio)
             Goodspeed, Goodspeed, come in.
   
                       MASON
             You've got a phone call.
   
   Mason throws the tac radio at Goodspeed's feet and
   trudges off. Goodspeed grabs the tac radio.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             It's me sir.
   
                       SANCHEZ (O.S.)
             What is happening? Where's Mason?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             He says he's leaving the island
             sir.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Don't let him do that.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             He's got a gun, sir.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             What do you have, a FUCKING WATER
             PISTOL? Get him back!
   
   Goodspeed hurries off after Mason.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   Commander Anderson and the SEALs lie dead, their blood
   running over the tiles into the drainage grate. Hummel,
   Baxter walk amongst the corpses.
   
                       HUMMEL
             I never wanted this. Jesus Christ.
   
                       BAXTER
             We knew it might happen, Frank.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Maybe now they'll pay up.
   
                       CAPTAIN HENDRIX
             Maybe now they won't.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Then maybe we'll execute a few
             hostages.
   
   One SEAL, Dando, is still alive. He's gurgling blood.
   Staring up at Hummel.
   
                       SEAL DANDO
             You'll go to hell for this General.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
                   (to Pvt. Royce)
             Put a bullet in him.
   
   Pvt. Royce, appalled, can't bring himself to do it.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             You heard him. End it.
   
   Cpt. Darrow pulls his sidearm and levels it.
   
                       HUMMEL
             CAPTAIN, HOLSTER THAT SIDEARM.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
                   (lowers sidearm)
             Yes sir.
   
   Royce kneels. Feels Dandols carotid artery.
   
                       ROYCE
             He's dead anyway sir.
   
   Hummel leans down. Stares into Dando's video feed.
   
   INT. PIER 39 - NIGHT
   
   Womack and Sanchez stare at Hummel on the monitor.
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
                   (over monitor)
             You have a made a terrible mistake
             and more of our brothers have died
             in vain. Let's not repeat this.
   
   The transmission goes dead.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   Crisp bent over SHEPHERD'S CORPSE in the shouts to
   Hummel:
   
                       SGT. CRISP
             General! This man's weapons and tac
             radio are missing!
   
                       HUMMEL
             Rodent problem, people. Let's flush
             the pipes.
   
   Pvts. Cox and McCoy go to the drainage pipe.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - MAIN CELL HOUSE - NIGHT
   
   Hummel and his men exit the Main Cell House and fan out
   in teams across the island.
   
   Sgts. Crisp and Cpt. Hendrix move toward the power
   plant (above the tunnel traveled by Mason and
   Goodspeed.)
   
   
   INT. TUNNELS UNDER ALCATRAZ - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed's still trailing after Mason.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Would you stop. Just stop.
                   (Mason stops)
             I don't know what you did or why
             you were sent to jail, but there
             are a million people across that
             bay who might die...
                   (Mason continues)
             Fuck this. Stop. Freeze.
   
   Mason turns. Goodspeed has his g gun trained on him.
   He's not the most convincing gun handler.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - IN FRONT OF POWER PLANT - NIGHT
   
   Sgt. Crisp and Capt. Hendrix, walking toward the power
   plant, hear something. Beneath them, through a
   VENTILATION GRATE. VOICES.
   
                       CAPTAIN HENDRIX
                   (whispers in tac mike)
             Rodents located.
   
   Hendrix and Crisp begin preparing a SATCHEL EXPLOSIVE.
   
   
   INT. TUNNELS UNDER ALCATRAZ - NIGHT
   
   Mason and Goodspeed as before. Mason advances.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             FBI Stop right there. I really mean
             it.
   
                       MASON
                   (stops)
             If you really mean it, take the
             safety off.
   
   Goodspeed fiddles with the safety catch. With a swipe,
   Mason snatches the gun. They glare at each other.
   
                       SANCHEZ (V.O.)
                   (over tac radio)
             Goodspeed. Goodspeed, come in. Have
             you resolved this?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Now he has all the guns, sir...
                   (clicks off the tac
                   radio)
             You've got to help me. What do you
             want me to do, beg?
   
                       MASON
             Save your breath and your dignity,
             if you have any. I am leaving. I am
             getting my daughter and getting the
             hell out of here.
   
   Mason walks off. Suddenly stops. THE SATCHEL EXPLOSIVE
   has fallen at his feet. Mason turns, looks at
   Goodspeed. And they sprint back, the way they came.
   
   
   IN THE TUNNEL BEHIND THEM
   
   A MONSTROUS EXPLOSION blows in the tunnel and knocks
   Mason and Goodspeed to their feet.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - SHOWER ROOM - NIGHT
   
   Pvts. Cox and McCoy attach a bundle of C-4 to A TANK OF
   GASOLINE and toss it down the drainage pipe.
   
   
   INT. TUNNELS UNDER ALCATRAZ
   
   The gas bomb detonates, blowin'g a wall of flame
   through the tunnel. The fire is looking for an escape,
   hunting and burning everything in its path.
   
   
   DOWN THE TUNNEL
   
   Mason and Goodspeed see the wall of flame ROARING
   toward them. Mason grabs Goodspeed.
   
                       MASON
             Hold your breath.
   
   They dive into a pool of stagnant water, submersing as
   the WALL OF FLAME blows through the tunnel over their
   heads.
   
   Mason, then Goodspeed, drags himself out of the water.
   
                       MASON
             Come on. And keep your mouth shut.
   
   Mason hurries off, Goodspeed on his tail.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - SUBTERRANEAN CIVIL WAR RUINS - NIGHT
   
   The tunnel leads here, to the Civil war era dungeon.
   The tunnel's bricked up; brick and mortar circa 1855.
   
   
   CIVIL WAR RUINS - NIGHT
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Now what?
   
   Mason moves to the bricked-up wall. Feels around the
   mortar. Smiles. Removes a brick. another. Another. A
   WHOLE CLUMP of bricks falls, revealing a HOLE.
   
                       MASON
             Came out right through there.
                   (squeezes through the
                   hole; mutters)
             'Course I've gained a few since...
   
   Goodspeed follows Mason through the hole.
   
   
   INT. CIVIL WAR DUNGEON - OTHER SIDE OF THE WALL - NIGHT
   
   Mason and Goodspeed emerge to a ledge which faces a
   POOL OF DANK STAGNANT WATER. It's about 3 ft. deep.
   
                       MASON
             Across that, then 50 yards to the
             morgue.
                   (off Goodspeed's blank
                   stare)
             You said that's where the fucking
             poison is, Goodspeed.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I don't get it. You're going to
             help me?
   
                       MASON
             No. I'm going to give you dancing
             lessons. What the fuck do you
             think?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You don't have to get all bent out
             of shape.
   
                       MASON
             What's bent out of shape, idiot, is
             the tunnel I was going through to
             freedom five minutes ago.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             All right, all right. Don't call me
             idiot, okay?
   
   Mason what did I do to deserve this? What God did I
   offend...
   
   Goodspeed begins to wade into the pool.
   
                       MASON
             Stop.
                   (Goodspeed stops)
             There. And there.
   
   Goodspeed squints. The water slithers with
   COTTONMOUTHS. Mason unpack the QUART OF MOTOR OIL in
   spray bottle.
   
                       MASON
             Cottonmouth snakes. They breath
             through their skin. Oil clogs it.
             They hate the stuff.
   
                       MASON
             sprays the motor oil across the
             pool. The snakes scatter. The
             pool's now coated with an oil
             slick. Mason wades in. Goodspeed
             follows.
   
   The COTTONMOUTHS, repulsed by the oil, stay away.
   Goodspeed tries not to look at the snakes. They make it
   across.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Something's a little off here: I'm
             the FBI Agent, you're the convict,
             and you have all the guns.
   
   Mason slaps the 9mm pistol into Goodspeed's hand walks
   off. Goodspeed follows.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - TUNNEL UNDER PRISON MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Mason and Goodspeed arrive at a fork in the tunnel.
   
   
   DOWN THE FORK IN THE TUNNEL
   
   ... is the PRISON MONO-RAIL SYSTEM: a single rail
   suspended from the tunnel ceiling, upon which SMALL
   CARTS are suspended.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             The morgue?
   
   Mason nods. Moves to a STEEL-RUNGED LADDER leading to a
   GARBAGE CHUTE against the wall. Goodspeed follows.
   
   
   INT. ROOM ADJACENT TO MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Mason and Goodspeed emerge from the garbage chute. They
   hear VOICES in the next room.
   
   
   INT. MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Pvts. Gamble and Starling are guarding the poison.
   Starling's walking around. Gamble's seated on a
   MORTICIANIS TABLE, smoking.
   
   The door bursts open. Mason stands in the doorway.
   GAMBLE dives away. Starling whirls, raising his M-16.
   
   MASON'S HAND flashes. THE SAW-TOOTHED KNIFE flies the
   length of the room and buries in Starling's neck.
   
                       MASON
             Never hesitate.
   
   Gamble fires from his position around the corner. Mason
   and Goodspeed dive for cover behind a cabinet.
   Goodspeed fires from cover without looking, his gun
   raised over the cabinet. Mason, underneath the cabinet,
   fires at GAMBLE'S FOOT. Gamble, shot, hits the deck.
   
   Gamble unclips a GRENADE. Before he can pull the pin...
   
   MASON FIRES HIS CLIP EMPTY at the AIR CONDITIONER MOUNT
   on the ceiling above Gamble. The mount gives; the
   ENORMOUS AIR CONDITIONER falls, crushing Gamble.
   Gamble's GRENADE, still secured with the pin, rolls
   away.
   
   Goodspeed rises. Looks at Gamble under the air
   conditioner. Just HIS LEGS stick out. (Note: the rest
   of the scene's action plays out around Gamble's legs.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You didn't learn that in prison.
   
                       MASON
             No, and I used to be a lot quicker.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I've got some questions for you but
             they can wait.
   
   Goodspeed opens the CORPSE DRAWERS revealing the V.X.
   CHEM ROUNDS (shaped like big tennis ball cans).
   
   Goodspeed carefully lifts out a chem round. Mason grabs
   one, accidentally knocking it against the drawer.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Careful. The second you don't
             respect this, it kills you.
   
   Goodspeed and Mason set the V.X. chem rounds on the
   mortician's table. Goodspeed pulls out his EQUIPMENT
   KIT. Begins detaching the tops of the chem rounds.
   
   Goodspeed reaches inside a chem round and carefully
   pulls out... a STRAND OF V.X. POISON PEARLS: ping-pong
   ball sized glass bubbles filled with poison.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I need a hand here.
                   (Mason looks anxiously
                   at the poison pearls.)
             Mason. Now.
   
   Goodspeed hands the poison pearl strand to Mason. Mason
   holds it like a string of wind chimes.
   
                       MASON
             What... exactly does this do to
             you?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Any epidermal exposure or
             inhalation and you'll know: A
             twinge at the small of your back as
             the poison seizes the nervous
             system.
                   (hands over another
                   poison pearl strand)
             Then loss of muscular function.
             Then you spit your guts out, it
             looks like a tub of spaghettis
             spilled on the floor, then your
             skin turns black...
   
   Mason stares uneasily at the pearl strands.
   
                       MASON
             Sounds like my first marriage.
   
   Goodspeed has the chem round's GUIDANCE SYSTEMS
   exposed. Inside are tiny GUIDANCE SYSTEM MICRO-CHIPS.
   Goodspeed plucks the chip from each chem round and
   pockets it.
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (into tac radio)
             Pier 39 come in.
   
                       SANCHEZ (V.O.)
                   (tac radio)
             Goodspeed? Where the hell have you
             been. Talk to me.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             We're in the morgue. I'm removing
             the rocket's guidance system chips.
                   (to Mason)
             Without em the rocketslll fly about
             500 feet and splash down like a
             wounded duck.
   
   Goodspeed moves on to the third and fourth chem rounds.
   Suddenly there's a BEEP. Goodspeed and Mason whirl.
   Pvt. Gamble's WALKIE TALKIE is talking to them:
   
                       HUMMEL (O.S.)
             Gamble, Starling. Come in.
   
   Mason and Goodspeed exchange a nervous look.
   
                       HUMMEL (O.S.)
             Privates Gamble and Starling, come
             in.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - NIGHT
   
   Hummel clicks off his walkie-talkie. Stands there a
   second, thinking.
   
                       HUMMEL
             The morgue. Hummel and Baxter exit
             quickly.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed goes faster; his hands are sweating,
   trembling. It's like he's lost his spine. (And thinking
   about Carla, perhaps he has.)
   
                       MASON
             C'mon c'mon... faster...
   
   Goodspeed nearly drops a chem round. Mason recoils.
   
                       MASON
             I thought you were cool under
             pressure.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Shut up; you're making me nervous.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - BETWEEN CELL HOUSE AND MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Hummel and his men race toward the morgue.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed has dealt with eight chem rounds. There
   should be seven more, but there's not. Goodspeed counts
   them...
   
                       MASON
             They'll be on us in twenty seconds.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Wait a minute. Fuck. Hummel stole
             fifteen chem rounds. There's only
             twelve here. Here. Quickly. Do
             these last four.
   
   Mason raises the poison pearl strands from each of the
   remaining four chem rounds. Goodspeed quickly plucks
   the chips from the guidance systems.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Hummel and the marines converge on the morgue. Surround
   the door. They burst inside, guns trained.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Cox, McCoy, and Darrow fire machine gun bursts at -
   
   
   MASON AND GOODSPEED
   
   Sprinting across floor, BULLETS chewing the floor. They
   dive into the MORGUE INCINERATOR CHUTE, Goodspeed
   leaving the tac radio behind...
   
   
   INT. TUNNEL UNDER MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed and Mason tumble out of the chute. Two MONO-
   RAIL CARTS are hanging there. They exchange a look and
   climb into the first cart. Mason throws the cart's
   RELEASE LEVER. The cart glides down the mono-rail.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - MORGUE - NIGHT
   
   Hummel goes to the mortician's table. Sees the theft of
   the guidance chips.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Hendrix! Take Royce and Scarpetti!
   
   Cpt. Hendrix and Pvts. Royce and Scarpetti dive into
   the incinerator chute after Mason and Goodspeed.
   
                       BAXTER
             Gamble and Starling are dead.
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. TUNNEL UNDER MORGUE - MONO-RAIL TRACK - NIGHT
   
   Hendrix, Scarpetti, and Royce tumble from the
   incinerator chute. Mason and Goodspeed are down the
   Mono-rail track.
   
   Hendrix gets in THE SECOND MONO-RAIL CART. Scarpetti
   gets in THE THIRD MONO-RAIL CART. Hendrix and Scarpetti
   pull the release levers. The Mono-rail carts rumble
   after Goodspeed and Mason. Hendrix shouts back to
   Royce:
   
                       CAPTAIN HENDRIX
             FOLLOW ON FOOT!
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - MONO-RAIL TUNNEL - NIGHT
   
   The three carts fly down the mono-rail: Goodspeed and
   Mason (in CART 1) 50 feet ahead of Scarpetti (in CART
   2), who is 50 feet ahead of Hendrix (in CART 3).
   
   
   IN CARTS 2 AND 3
   
   Scarpetti and Hendrix fire M-16s.
   
   
   IN CART 1
   
   Mason and Goodspeed duck as BULLETS RICOCHET around the
   tunnel walls. They pop up and return fire.
   
   
   IN CART 2
   
   Scarpetti arms hi over/under M-16 grenade launcher with
   a grenade and... FIRES.
   
   The GRENADE PROJECTILE shoots down the monorail tunnel.
   
   
   IN CART 1
   
   Mason and Goodspeed duck as the GRENADE PROJECTILE
   wings over their heads, continues down the tunnel and
   DETONATES against the tunnel wall.
   
   
   CART 1
   
   Roars through smoke and debris left by grenade
   explosion. As it rounds a corner, Mason grabs A
   SPLINTERED TIMBER and releases from the cart. CART 1,
   with Goodspeed alone continues down the mono-rail.
   
   Mason yanks down a 5 ft. long BROKEN SECTION OF SEWAGE
   PIPE and presses himself against the tunnel wall.
   
   AS CART 2 rounds the corner...
   
   WHAM!! Mason swings, hitting Scarpetti flush in the
   forehead, killing him and blowing him off the cart.
   Cart 2, without Scarpetti, continues down the mono-
   rail.
   
   Mason waits. As CART 3 rounds the corner
   
   Mason swings again But Hendrix is waiting for it.
   Hendrix grabs the swinging pipe and pulls Mason into
   Cart 3!
   
   
   IN CART 3 - HENDRIX AND MASON FIGHT SCENE
   
   Mason's sprawled on the floor of the cart. Hendrix
   levels his M-16. Mason whipsaws the legs under Hendrix,
   bowling him over, the M-16 falling away from the cart.
   
   Mason and Hendrix get to their feet.. They trade blow
   after blow as the Cart ROARS through the tunnel.
   
   
   IN CART 1
   
   Goodspeed looks over his shoulder at Mason and Hendrix
   locked in mortal combat. He pulls the CART BRAKE. Cart
   1 begins slowing down. CART 2 (Scarpetti's) rams into
   it. Now Carts 1 and 2 are together. And on comes -
   
   
   CART 3
   
   Hendrix knocks Mason to the floor of the cart. Hendrix
   dives atop Mason, strangling him. mason's head is bent
   over the front lip of the cart. Mason looks down the
   mono-rail track. To his horror he sees CARTS 1 and 2
   slowing down...
   
   
   IN CART 1
   
   Goodspeed realizes that his cart is going to ram
   Mason's outstretched head. He releases the brake, and
   CART 1 picks up speed...
   
   
   IN CART 3
   
   Hendrix draws the knife. Hendrix raises the knife. With
   his last strength, Mason rolls away. Hendrix plunges
   the knife down, missing Mason, him momentum carrying
   his head and shoulders over the front lip of the cart.
   Mason SCREAMS at Goodspeed.
   
                       MASON
             BRAKE!!!
   
   
   IN CART 1
   
   Goodspeed pulls the cart brake and -
   
   CART 3 SLAMS into CARTS 1 and 2 at 20 mph., crushing
   Hendrix's head and torso between CARTS 2 and 3.
   
   The collision knocks Mason off CART 3, SLAMMING his
   head against the tunnel wall. Mason falls unconscious
   to the tunnel floor, while -
   
   CART 1 is shoved by the collision across a DITCH OF
   WATER in the tunnel floor. Goodspeed groggily gets to
   his feet. Jumps down from the cart.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Mason!
   
   In the midst of this Pvt. Royce runs up. Sees Mason
   concussed, helpless. Royce draws his GLINTING KNIFE.
   Kneels over Mason. He's going to cut his throat.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Wait.
   
   Royce lowers the knife. Looks across the ditch at
   Goodspeed. The ditch is 20 ft. wide and filled with
   dank, stagnant water and we've seen dank, stagnant
   water before.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Pretty easy killing an unconscious
             man. How about trying me? Punk.
                   (beat)
             What're you waiting for? Limp dick.
   
                       ROYCE
             I am going to fuck you up something
             fierce. You rolled the wrong
             number, shithead. You crapped out.
   
   And Royce begins to wade into the ditch. And Goodspeed
   is looking at the water, waiting... Royce is waist deep
   now. Royce feels something. He winces. Looks down at -
   
   FIVE COTTONMOUTH SNAKES, fangs wide and white, plunging
   into him. Royce screams. His knees buckle. He falls to
   his knees in the water. A COTTONMOUTH stuck to his
   neck... Royce SHRIEKS again...
   
   And slides gently under the water.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I rolled snake-eyes. Shithead.
   
   Goodspeed, hand over hand on the monorail, eases the
   cart across the stagnant ditch. Hops out. Mason
   gets to his feet. The two exchange a look.
   
                       MASON
             Limp dick?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             It's all I could think of.
   
   They stumble off down the mono-rail tunnel.
   
                       MASON
             I think I've got arthritis.
   
   
   INT. WHITE HOUSE - NIGHT
   
   General Kramer, CIA Director Amway, chief of Staff
   Hayden Sinclair and Security Advisor Louis Lindstrom.
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             The President arrives in three
             hours. His directive is to string
             Hummel along until the airstrike is
             operational.
   
                       LOUIS LINDSTROM
             What's the word from Mojave,
             General?
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
                   (grim)
             They're going as fast as they can.
   
   
   A CORRUGATED ALUMINUM HANGAR
   
   SUPER: "Mojave Desert United States Air Force Testing
   Facility"
   
   
   INT. USAF TESTING FACILITY WAREHOUSE - NIGHT
   
   Looks like a Formula One garage. ROCK MUSIC blares.
   
   Eight GUIDED MISSILES (finned, 8 feet long) hand from
   hoists in various states of repair. USAF TECHNICIANS
   hover over the missiles.
   
   
   IN A CORNER
   
   Jimmy Fisk and Larry Giler consult.
   
                       LT. FISK
             We're fucked, cap'n.
   
                       CPT. GILER
             Are we fucked with a pencil or are
             we fucked with a baseball bat.
   
                       LT. FISK
             We're fucked with a telephone pole.
                   (turns to the missiles)
             We can arm em with Willy Peter, no
             problem, but negatory on smart bomb
             capability.
   
                       CPT. GILER
             What are you saying?
   
                       LT. FISK
             The pilots are gonna have to drop
             em manually. We're talkin, retro,
             baby. We're talkin' World War II.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - BEHIND "CHINA ALLEY" - NIGHT
   
   Mason and Goodspeed emerge from the mono-rail tunnel.
   The launcher on China Alley is in the b.g. Suddenly,
   from the loudspeaker above them:
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
                   (loudspeaker)
             Attention Navy Seals, attention.
   
   Mason and Goodspeed freeze.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             He thinks we're Seals.
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
                   (loudspeaker)
             Congratulations. You've taken some
             things of mine. I can't convince
             you to return them so I'll put on
             someone who can.
   
   A pause. Then a MALE VOICE. Nervous. Quivering.
   
                       MALE VOICE (V.O.)
                   (loudspeaker)
             Hell... hello.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PRISON EXERCISE YARD - NIGHT
   
   LARRY HENDERSON, 48, stands at the end of the exercise
   yard in a SPOTLIT AREA. Capt. Darrow has his .45 placed
   against Larry's left temple.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Tell them your name and age.
   
                       LARRY HENDERSON
             My n-name is L-larry Henderson. I'm
             forty-eight.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Good Mr. Henderson, continue...
   
                       LARRY HENDERSON
             I don't know who you are, but p
             please, there's a gun
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - BEHIND CHINA ALLEY - NIGHT
   
   Mason and Goodspeed, crestfallen, listen.
   
                       LARRY HENDERSON (V.O.)
                   (loudspeaker)
             ... and they're going tooh god...
                   (through tears)
             ... please don't kill me.
   
   Larry's quivering voice trails off. Replaced by:
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
                   (loudspeaker)
             Convinced? Mr. Henderson hopes so.
             You have two minutes.
   
   Goodspeed turns to Mason.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I'll go.
   
                       MASON
             Wrong.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             What, vou?
   
                       MASON
             I'm not the chemical weapons
             expert.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Good point. Okay here, take 'em.
   
   Goodspeed unpockets the V.X. ROCKET'S GUIDANCE CHIPS.
   Hands them to Mason. Mason heaves them into the bushes.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             What are you doing?
   
                       MASON
             Now they only have three rockets
             left.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             What about Mr. Henderson?
   
                       MASON
             Hummel's a soldier, not a murderer.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Wait.
   
                       MASON
                   (stops; turns)
             Find the rockets. If they're
             guarded, kill the men guarding
             them.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I... I don't know if I can do this.
   
                       MASON
             There's only one way to find out.
             I'll try to give you time. And
             Goodspeed....
                   (tosses Goodspeed his
                   ATROPINE SYRINGE)
             Don't be an idiot. Put that on.
   
   Mason moves off into the night.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Well thank-you, thank-you very
             much.
   
   Goodspeed creeps toward the China Alley rocket
   launcher.
   
   
   EXT. CHINA ALLEY - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed moves under the grated, multi-level structure
   of china Alley. Looks up through the grate. The ROCKET
   LAUNCHER sits on the grate on the level above him.
   
   
   EXT. MAIN CELL BLOCK - NIGHT
   
   Mason walks down the middle of the cell block toward
   the opening to the exercise yard.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PRISON YARD - ONE MINUTE LATER - NIGHT
   
   Darrow with his gun to Larry Henderson's head. Hummel
   paces in the background. Mason emerges from the cell
   block.
   
   Mason walks up to Hummel. The two stand there a moment,
   regarding each other.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Gotta be kidding me. They send an
             old man.
   
   Mason gives Darrow a hard-eyed glance. Hummel takes a
   lap around Mason, sizing him up.
   
                       HUMMEL
             I thought I'd been in the service a
             long time. Name and rank, sailor.
   
                       MASON
             John Paul Mason.
                   (stares at Hummel)
             Royal Navy. Commander.
   
                       HUMMEL
             You're a long way from England,
             Commander Mason.
   
                       MASON
             I feel strangely at home.
   
                       HUMMEL
             How's that?
   
                       MASON
             You wouldn't believe me if I told
             you.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Do you have some unique knowledge
             of this prison facility, Commander
             Mason?
   
                       MASON
             Quite unique.
   
                       HUMMEL
             How's that?
   
                       MASON
             I was a guest here.
   
   Glances all around. Someone laughs. Everyone laughs.
   
   
   EXT. CHINA ALLEY ROCKET LAUNCH STATION - NIGHT
   
   Pvt. Cox mans the launcher. Suddenly a voice:
   
                       GOODSPEED (V.O.)
             Freeze.
                   (Cox freezes)
             Drop the weapon and turn around.
             Slowly.
   
   Pvt. Cox drops his weapon. Slowly turns. Goodspeed, one
   hand on his gun, the other on HIS TOOLS, begins to
   unscrew the V.X. CHEM ROUND FACE-PLATE.
   
   
   ON THE GRATED LEVEL ABOVE GOODSPEED
   
   Pvt. McCoy appears. Looking down, he sees Goodspeed and
   Cox. He cinches his REPELLING CLIP to the steel
   railing.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PRISON YARD - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
   
                       HUMMEL
             Well you're some kind of joker,
             Mason. Maybe you're a lunatic. Are
             you of sound mind, Mason?
   
                       MASON
             I'm not threatening the lives of a
             million innocent people. You are.
   
   Hummells demeanor changes. Hard now. Tight.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Give me the guidance chips.
   
                       MASON
             I threw them in the bay.
   
                       HUMMEL
             That was stupid of you.
   
                       MASON
                   (re: hostage Henderson)
             Would you have shot him7
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   The marines look at Hummel, wondering the same thing.
   
   
   EXT. CHINA ALLEY ROCKET LAUNCHING STATION - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed, still holding Cox at bay, pulls the V.X.
   chem round from the rocket. The going is slow. He
   begins to lift the POISON PEARL STRANDS from the chem
   round. His hand reaches to unclip the GUIDANCE SYSTEM
   CHIP.
   
   Suddenly Pvt. McCoy repels to the level behind
   Goodspeed. Goodspeed grabs the chip and dashes off,
   slamming through an OLD WOODEN DOOR into the CIVIL WAR
   RUINS.
   
   
   EXT. PRISON YARD - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
   
   Mason and Hummel. The previous question dangles in the
   air: Would you have shot him?
   
                       HUMMEL
             You seem like a bright man,
             Commander. Bright men understand
             necessity.
   
                       MASON
             Bright men also obey the law.
             "Wherever law ends, terror begins."
             John Locke.
   
                       HUMMEL
             "Where there is no law, there is no
             transgression." The Bible. Romans,
             Chapter 4, Verse 15.
   
                       MASON
             Article 7, American Constitution?
             "Treason against the United States
             shall consist of... 11
   
                       HUMMEL
             The American Constitution was
             written by traitors, Commander.
             Traitors against a government
             founded on injustice and tyranny
             and stupidity.
                   (beat)
             I see little difference in my
             motivation.
   
   
   EXT. CHINA ALLEY ROCKET LAUNCHING STATION - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed, inside the Civil War ruins, levels his gun
   at the door. The chip is in his free hand.
   
   The door CREAKS open.
   
   
   EXT. PRISON YARD - CONTINUOUS - NIGHT
   
                       HUMMEL
             Do you, Commander Mason?
   
   Suddenly GUNSHOTS. Coming from China Alley. Hummel and
   men whirl around, startled.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Frye, Crisp, go!
   
   
   EXT. CHINA ALLY ROCKET LAUNCHING STATION - NIGHT
   
   Goodspeed wildly discharges his gun until CLICK, the
   clip is spent. Cox and McCoy step through the doorway.
   
   Goodspeed shoves the guidance chip in his mouth.
   
                       MCCOY
             Swallow that and I swear on my Aunt
             Myrtle's grave I'll cut your belly
             open and pull it out.
   
   McCoy and Cox spring at Goodspeed. McCoy whips the butt
   end of his gun against Goodspeed's head. Goodspeed
   crumples, unconscious. McCoy jams his fingers in
   Goodspeed's mouth.
   
                       MCCOY
             He bit the fuckin' thing. It's
             shot.
   
   
   INT. MAIN CELL HOUSE - CELL BLOCK "ID" - MORNING
   
   Goodspeed squints through painful eyes, gaining
   consciousness. he looks around, taking stock of the
   start cell on "ID" block. Gets to his feet. Goes to the
   bars:
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Mason.
                   (no response)
             Mason?
   
                       MASON (V.O.)
             It's about time.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Where are you?
   
   
   A CELL ON THE TIER ABOVE GOODSPEED
   
   Mason sits on a bed.
   
                       MASON
             Above you.
                   (under his breath)
             Literally and figuratively.
   
   
   WIDENING
   
   We see that MASON'S MATTRESS has been ripped into long
   strips. Mason is BRAIDING THE STRIPS into a long rope.
   The rope is quite finely constructed. Mason's been at
   this several hours.
   
   
   INTERCUT BETWEEN THE TWO CELLS
   
   During the following, Mason keeps busy with his rope
   braiding.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             This is tiny.
   
                       MASON
             You referring to your intellect,
             Goodspeed? Or another portion of
             your anatomy...
   
                       GOODSPEED
             The cell, Mason.
   
                       MASON
             Five feet by seven. Try living in
             one for a year. What happened?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I only got one chem round. There
             are two left. I fucked up.
   
                       MASON
                   (sarcastic)
             Surprise, surprise.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I'm not a field agent, all right?
             So cut me a break.
   
                       MASON
             An FBI Man asking me for a break.
             How droll.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             What is your beef with the Bureau,
             anyway C'mon. Tell me.
   
                       MASON
             Let's say our countries had a
             little dispute. They both knowingly
             shafted me.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             How?
   
                       MASON
             Familiar with the name Hoover,
             Goodspeed? I don't mean a vacuum
             cleaner...
   
   Goodspeed listens intently and
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. LONG BEACH AIR FORCE BASE HANGAR - MORNING
   
   SUPER: "LONG BEACH, CA. - US AIR FORCE BASE"
   
   TECHNICIANS are frantically installing WILLY PETER
   INCENDIARY BOMBS under the wings of an F-16.
   
   
   ACROSS THE HANGAR
   
   General Peterson and Captain Giler brief FOUR F-16 TOP
   GUN PILOTS.
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             The target. Alcatraz Island. This
             is not a precision strike. The
             entire island is to be blanketed.
   
                       LWO F-16 PILOT
             Sir, we hit that Island with Willy
             Peter and it's going to look like
             Iwo Jima. No one can survive it.
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
                   (grimly)
             That's why this is a volunteer
             mission, Captain. If any of you
             have doubts you can carry it out,
             speak up.
   
   The pilots look at each other. Silence.
   
                       GENERAL PETERSON
             Captain Giler?
   
                       CPT. GILER
             We jerry-rigged a release lever.
             You'll find it on the left side of
             the cockpit. It's got two
             positions: safety and release.
             Throw it on release, the bomb drops
             in five seconds. Change your mind,
             throw it back on safety. Any
             questions?
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - GOODSPEED'S CELL - MORNING
   
   Goodspeed stares blankly into space.
   
   
   INTERCUT BETWEEN THE TWO CELLS AGAIN
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Jesus.
                   (thinks)
             Why didn't you just tell Hoover and
             the bureau where the microfilm was?
             Make a trade?
             
                       MASON
             Some trade. They'd get the
             microfilm and I'd get a bullet in
             the head.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             I see your point. Something's been
             on my mind. About your escape.
   
                       MASON
             What?
   
   Mason rises. Lifts the bed. Pulls off the bed's heavy
   ROLLING CASTER. Knots the caster onto one end of the
   braided rope.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You went down the shower drain,
             through the tunnels to the power
             plant, under the steam engine and
             out through the intake pipe - that
             much I've got ' But... how'd you
             get out of your cell?
   
   Mason leans out his cell and tosses the rolling caster
   down the cell block. The braided rope, tied to it,
   plays out to it's full length.
   
                       GOODSPEED (CONT'D)
             I only ask because, in our current
             situation, it might be useful
             information...
   
   The result: the braided rope lies across the cell block
   floor, the rolling caster tied to it. Mason holds the
   other end of the rope through the bars of his cell.
   
                       MASON
             Trade secret, Billy, I'll tell you
             this: It was easier than getting
             in.
   
                       MASON
             fiercely yanks the rope toward him.
             The heavy rolling caster jerks from
             the floor. The CASTER, pulling the
             rope, flies past Mason's cell -
   
   Shooting in an arc around the corner of the cell block,
   still pulling the rope, where -
   
   The caster-pulled ROPE catches the CELL RELEASE LEVER
   against the wall. The rope coils, WRAP WRAP WRAP,
   around the release lever handle.
   
                       MASON
             tugs the rope taut like he's just
             snagged a fish. Then he pulls
             slowly and delicately.
   
   THE CELL DOOR RELEASE LEVER pulls down and -
   
   MASON'S CELL DOOR (and all the doors on that tier) open
   at once.
   
   Mason smiles.
   
   
   INT. GOODSPEED'S CELL - MORNING
   
   Goodspeed hears the doors opening above him.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Hey! Hey what's happening?
                   (no response)
             Mason. Mason?
   
   Suddenly Goodspeed's cell door opens. Goodspeed exits
   the cell. Mason stands there.
   
                       MASON
             You're on your own, kid. Your
             gear's over there.
   
   Mason motions to a HEAP OF THEIR GEAR (clothes,
   weapons, flares) in the corner of the cell tier.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Shit....
   
   Goodspeed grabs his guns and gear and follows after
   Mason.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - MORNING
   
   Hummel sits behind the desk. Baxter, Frye, Darrow,
   Hendrix in front of him. Silence. Hummel stares at his
   phone. The tension is palpable.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Time.
   
                       BAXTER
                   (consults his watch)
             Fifteen minutes Frank.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             We have two operational rockets
             left, General. One on the lower
             lighthouse, one on the rooftop,
             ready for fire.
                   (no response)
             General.
   
                       HUMMEL
             I heard you Captain.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Prepare for launch General?
             General?
   
                       HUMMEL
             Not yet.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             General Hummel, noon is
             approaching.
   
                       HUMMEL
             I'm aware of the time, Captain.
   
   Hummel glares at Frye, then at the phone. Frye and
   Darrow exchange a look...
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. WHITE HOUSE - OVAL OFFICE - MORNING
   
   The Clock on the wall reads 11:47.13 minutes to go.
   General Kramer, Security Advisor Louis Lindstorm and
   CIA Director Milton Amway.
   
                       LOUIS LINDSTROM
             When was the last communication
             from our men on Alcatraz?
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Seven hours ago.
   
   The Naval Attache enters excitedly.
   
                       NAVAL ATTACHE
             General, the white phosphorous
             attack is operational.
   
   General Kramer grabs the phone.
   
                       GENERAL KRAMER
             Get me the President.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PARADE GROUND - MORNING
   
   Mason emerges from the parade ground ruins and moves
   down the embankment toward the water. Goodspeed stays
   above.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Mason. John.
                   (Mason stops)
             What happened - the injustice done
             to you - doesn't mean you can walk
             away from this. A million people
             across that Bay will die.
   
                       MASON
             Only one of them I care about.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You were once a different man.
   
                       MASON
             You don't know what kind of man I
             was.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You were a civil servant. Sworn to
             do your duty. Just like me.
   
   Mason begins climbing down to the waterline.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - MORNING
   
   Hummel, with Baxter, Hendrix, Frye, Darrow and Crisp.
   The atmosphere is now so fucking thick you can cut it.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Eleven fifty-seven, General. Three
             minutes to go.
   
                       HUMMEL
             They're going to call.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             They are not going to call General.
   
                       HUMMEL
             I... I don't understand this.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             I understand it. They're calling
             our bluff. We have two operational
             rockets left. We have to stick one
             of those rockets in their ear,
             General.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Atom?
   
                       BAXTER
             I... I don't know Frank.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Seventy thousand people... I
             didn't... I didn't ever...
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             You didn't ever what?
                   (no response)
             You didn't ever what, General?
                   (gets in Hummel's face)
             General, forty-eight hours ago I
             was in a cushy job at Pendleton. As
             of this moment I am subject to
             prosecution for treason and murder.
             Do you know what that means. It
             means the electric chair. For all
             of us.
   
                       BAXTER
             He's right Frank. Authorize the
             launch or it's over.
   
   All eyes on Hummel now.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Authorize the launch, General.
   
   Hummel nods and
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - ROOFTOP OF MAIN CELL HOUSE - MORNING
   
   Capt. Frye and Sgt. Crisp approach the rocket launcher
   across the roof of the main cell house.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PARADE GROUND - MORNING
   
   Mason's wading into the water now.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You'll never make it.
   
                       MASON
             I once swam the English Channel,
             but you're entitled to your
             opinion.
   
   Goodspeed, disgusted, turns and heads back, grumbling.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Fine. I'll fuckin, do it myself.
   
   
   EXT. ROOFTOP OF MAIN CELL HOUSE - MORNING
   
   Cpt. Frye and Sgt. Crisp on the roof, ready the rocket
   launcher. Hummel's VOICE comes over Fryels walkie-
   talkie:
   
                       HUMMEL (V.O.)
                   (over walkie-talkie)
             Launch coordinates 675 dash 439.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             Aye aye General: coordinates 675
             dash Awaiting launch command.
   
   
   INT. INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - MORNING
   
   Hummel stares at a GRIDDED MAP OF THE BAY AREA.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE (V.O.)
                   (over walkie-talkie)
                   (beat)
             General, your command.
   
                       HUMMEL
                   (closes his eyes)
             Fire.
   
   
   EXT. ROOFTOP OF MAIN CELL HOUSE - MORNING
   
   Frye presses the ignition switch. The ROCKET'S TAIL
   fires. It ROARS off the launcher. Toward Oakland.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PARADE GROUND - MORNING
   
   CLOSE ON MASON - as he watches the V.X. ROCKET ROARING
   over his head toward civilian populdtion.
   
                       MASON
                   (hushed)
             My god.
   
   Mason looks up. Goodspeed stands above on the
   embankment.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             That change things?
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - FBI COMMAND - MORNING
   
   The FBI RADAR TECHNICIAN stares at the RADAR SCREEN.
   
                       FBI RADAR TECHNICIAN
             They fired a rocket. It's headed
             east.
   
   Everyone stares at the radar screen. A hush.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             East. But that's... Oakland.
                   (dawns on him)
             My god. The football game.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PARADE GROUND - MORNING
   
   Mason comes back up the embankment. Faces Goodspeed-
   with grim resolve:
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Partners?
   
                       MASON
             Partners.
   
   The two men clasp hands and
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. OAKLAND COLISEUM - NOON
   
   60,000 FOOTBALL FANS scream as the OAKLAND RAIDERS
   sprint onto the field. Above, unbeknownst to anyone -
   
   
   EXT. SKIES OVER OAKLAND CALIFORNIA - DAY
   
   The V.X. ROCKET arcs over Oakland and -
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
   - Hummel, Baxter, and Darrow stare at the transmission
   from the rocket's optic camera.
   
   
   ON THE VIDEO MONITOR
   
   We first see CLEAR SKY. The rocket reaches its apex.
   Blue sky is now replaced by the OAKLAND COLISEUM
   directly below. We descend on 60,000 people.
   
   
   BACK TO SCENE
   
   Hummel watches the video monitor nervously. His jaws
   twitch.
   
   He looks at the ROCKET GUIDANCE CONTROL COMPUTER. He
   looks at the video monitor.
   
   He can't take it. Hummel lunges for the ROCKET GUIDANCE
   CONTROL COMPUTER. Darrow tries to restrain him, but -
   Hummel punches in NEW COORDINATES -
   
   
   EXT. SKIES OVER OAKLAND COLISEUM - DAY
   
   The V.X. Rocket's GUIDANCE CONTROL suddenly BLINKS RED.
   the rocket veers off on a new vector. Heading now
   toward San Francisco Bay. And
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
   The FBI Radar Technician reacts to the change in the
   rocket's trajectory.
   
                       FBI RADAR TECHNICIAN
             Sir, it's heading into the bay?
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO BAY - DAY
   
   A CHARTER FISHING BOAT bobs in the bay.
   
   
   EXT. CHARTER FISHING BOAT - DAY
   
   Four GUYS are fishing. Relaxing. Drinking beers. one
   guy looks up. Sees something.
   
                       CHARTER FISHERMAN
             What the hell...?
   
   
   EXT. SKIES OVER SAN FRANCISCO BAY - DAY
   
   The V.X. rocket screams down at 500 ft. altitude it
   DETONATES. Showering a cloud of V.X. POISON onto the
   bay.
   
   
   EXT. CHARTER FISHING BOAT - DECK - DAY
   
   The Fishermen stand there, stunned as DROPLETS OF V.X.
   POISON fall upon them. It's like a grey drizzle.
   
   The Fishermen exchange looks. Hold out their hands,
   catching "rain drops". One of them spasm. Another. The
   others. Skin turns black. Blood runs from pores.
   
   
   EXT. ROOFTOP OF MAIN CELL HOUSE - DAY
   
   Frye and Crisp stare across the Bay in disbelief.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             I don't believe it. He pulled the
             plug.
   
   Frye, disgusted, races down the STAIRS.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - IN FRONT OF INFIRMARY - DAY
   
   Frye stalks into the infirmary. Mason and Goodspeed
   come around the corner and steal inside the infirmary.
   
   
   INT. WHITE HOUSE - OVAL OFFICE - DAY
   
   Chief of Staff Hayden Sinclair stands before the desk
   of the President of the United States.
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             They need a decision Mr. President.
   
   The President (who we don't see) gazes into the East
   Garden.
   
   The President hits his INTERCOM to the room where his
   cabinet is gathered.
   
   
   INTERCUT WITH THE AUTHORITIES
   
   Reactions, as needed:
   
                       PRESIDENT
             These past few hours have been the
             longest, darkest of my life. This
             is when you wish the buck did not
             stop here.
                   (beat)
             A balance between two tragedies. On
             one hand the fate of a million
             civilians. On the other, Frank
             Hummel. That we have ignored or
             abandoned or marginalized a great
             soldier like Frank Hummel and that
             American boys have paid the price
             of that neglect in blood, is
             equally real, and equally tragic.
   
                       HAYDEN SINCLAIR
             The glass is half full not half
             empty, sir. No civilian casualties
             so far.
   
                       PRESIDENT
             I don't believe in half full or
             half empty, Sinclair. There are
             chemical weapons and there are
             civilians. And there are men on
             Alcatraz who've proved they're
             willing to use the one on the
             other.
                   (beat)
             We are at war with terror. Fighting
             a war means casualties. This is the
             worst call I've ever had to make.
                   (takes the phone)
             Air strike approved.
   
   
   EXT. PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER - MOBILE WAR ROOM - DAY
   
   Sanchez, Womack, Carla, silent around speakerphone.
   
   
   EXT. LONG BEACH AIR FORCE BASE - DAY
   
   The F-16s ROAR down the runway, lifting into the sky.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY CORRIDOR - DAY
   
   Mason and Goodspeed move silently down the corridor.
   They pass the HEAVY STEEL DOOR of the Marinets Command
   Center. It's ajar. Voices emanate within.
   
   Goodspeed and Mason move inside the adjacent room.
   
   
   INT. INFIRMARY ROOM ADJACENT TO COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
   There's a 4 x 16 inch slit in the wall. Mason and
   Goodspeed position themselves on either side, watching
   and eavesdropping on the drama unfolding within.
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
   Frye, Darrow and Baxter. All staring at Hummel.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             You're gutless. I knew it.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             The problem is now they know it.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Careful son. I'd maintain
             discipline if I were you.
   
   Darrow draws his .45, levels it at Hummel.
   
   
   INTERCUT WITH MASON AND GOODSPEED'S REACTIONS
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             I'm relieving you of your command
             General. Captain Frye?
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             I'm in.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Major?
   
   Major Baxter looks from Darrow to Hummel.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Tom?
   
                       BAXTER
             It's over Frank.
                   (to Darrow)
             I'm in.
   
   Hummel blinks. He can't believe this.
   
                       HUMMEL
             Tom, I warn you.
   
                       BAXTER
             Stand down, General.
   
                       HUMMEL
             I'm giving you a direct order.
   
                       BAXTER
                   (draws his .45)
             I'm not accepting it.
   
   
   IN THE ADJACENT ROOM
   
   Goodspeed and Mason exchange a tense look. Mason aims
   his gun through the slit...
   
   Hummel draws his .45 but Baxter fires first, hitting
   Hummel squarely in the chest.
   
   Mason FIRES through the slit, killing Baxter as -
   
   Hummel, gunshot, reels toward the STEEL DOOR behind
   him. He wrenches it open and lunges outside into the
   corridor.
   
   
   IN THE CORRIDOR
   
   Mason fires into the command center, sending Frye and
   Darrow diving for cover. Goodspeed grabs the semi-
   conscious Hummel and drags him down the corridor.
   
   
   IN THE INFIRMARY WASHROOM
   
   Goodspeed drags Hummel inside. Hummel collapses against
   the wall.
   
   His blood runs across the tiled floor. Mason takes a
   defensive position in the washrooms doorway.
   
   Darrow and Frye attack through the infirmary's maze of
   rooms, taking cover where they can, squeezing off
   rounds.
   
   Mason fires at Darrow and Frye from the doorway while
   Goodspeed kneels over Hummel. Hummel's dying and knows
   it. he stares at Goodspeed through glassy eyes.
   
                       HUMMEL
             My god what have I done...
   
                       GOODSPEED
             It's not too late, General. Tell me
             where the last chem round is.
   
                       HUMMEL
                   (gasps for air)
             Lower lighthouse...
   
   Hummel dies. Mason and Goodspeed turn from Hummel to
   each other.
   
                       MASON
             Do your job, Billy - I'll try to
             hold 'em off.
   
   Mason blasts away at Frye and Darrow, allowing
   Goodspeed to sprint for the exit toward the lower
   lighthouse.
   
   As Frye holds down Mason with fire, Darrow sprints for
   the opposite exit. Frye, firing while retreating, moves
   back inside the Command Center.
   
   
   EXT. MAIN CELL HOUSE - DAY
   
   Goodspeed exits and sprints toward the lower
   lighthouse.
   
   
   EXT. / INT. ALCATRAZ - LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Sgt. Crisp smokes a cigarette next to launcher.
   Goodspeed enters, gun raised. Crisp spins, drawing his
   .45.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Don't...
   
   Goodspeed shoots Crisp. Crisp falls dead.
   
   
   INT. INFIRMARY - CORRIDOR - DAY
   
   Mason advances toward the command center's door.
   Suddenly the HEAVY STEEL DOOR creaks open and -
   
   A SATCHEL EXPLOSIVE flings out, sliding across the
   corridor floor toward Mason. Mason turns and sprints
   away. Frye bolts from the room, sprinting the other
   way.
   
   Mason dives away as the satchel DETONATES, imploding
   the corridor walls, collapsing the ceiling. mason's
   engulfed in two tons of plaster and crumbled cinder
   block.
   
   
   INT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Goodspeed's detached the V.X. CHEM ROUND from the
   rocket. He's about ready to pull out the poison pearls
   when..
   
   Darrow barges in. Goodspeed, c hem round in hand, moves
   behind the stairway and scaffolding in the room's
   middle.
   
   
   INT. INFIRMARY COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
   Frye, at the GUIDANCE CONTROL COMPUTER, into walkie
   talkie.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             Crisp, Darrow, come in...
                   (thinks; clicks walkie-
                   talkie to new channel)
             Cox, McCoy, get your asses up here!
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - WHARF WATCH TOWER - DAY
   
   Pvts. Cox and McCoy, standing watch, leave the watch
   tower and hurry toward the infirmary and lower
   lighthouse.
   
   
   INT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Darrow moves one way, Goodspeed the other. Goodspeed
   holds the chem round in front of him.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             Give that to me.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You shoot me, I'll drop this and
             we're both dead. One of these
             pearlslll kill everything within
             200 feet. You know how this shit
             works?
   
   Darrow drops his gun. Pulls out a TITANIUM BLADED
   KNIFE.
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             You know how this shit works?
   
   Darrow advances on Goodspeed. The only route to
   Goodspeed is between the rocket and the window. Darrow
   continues advancing. Goodspeed eyes the launcher's
   IGNITION SWITCH. As Darrow passes between thewindow and
   the launcher...
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You know the Elton John song,
             "Rocket Man"?
   
                       CAPTAIN DARROW
             I hate it.
   
   Darrow lunges. Goodspeed stabs the IGNITION SWITCH. The
   V.X. ROCKET LIFTS OFF, HITTING Darrow square in the
   chest.
   
   
   EXT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   The V.X. ROCKET BLOWS Darrow THROUGH THE WINDOW and
   wings off, clearing the cliffs. Darrow falls from the
   rocket -
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Well it happens to be my favorite
             fuckin, song!
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - PARADE GROUND - DAY
   
   Darrow plummets, IMPALING himself on a STEEL FENCE
   SPIKE. The V.X. ROCKET swerves madly across the bay -
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER - MOBILE WAR ROOM - DAY
   
                       FBI RADAR TECHNICIAN
             Second rocket's away, sir.
                   (confused look)
             It went in the Bay sir.
   
   
   INT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Goodspeed's alone now with the last V.X. CHEM ROUND. He
   -pulls out the STRAND OF POISON PEARLS. Suddenly an AXE
   BLADE comes through the door.
   
   
   EXT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Capt. Frye chops at the door lock with a FIRE AXE.
   
   
   INT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Goodspeed looks around frantically. Only one place to
   go. Up. Goodspeed scrambles up the interior metal
   stairs.
   
   
   EXT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE ROOFTOP - DAY
   
   Goodspeed emerges on the roof. Sets down the chem
   round. Pulls out the POISON PEARL STRANDS, his hand
   shaking. With the other hand, he unclips the ROCKET
   GUIDANCE CHIP.
   
   The COPPER STRANDS holding the pearls are corroded. A
   strand BREAKS. Four PEARLS fall. Goodspeed catches
   three. The FOURTH drops, hitting his SHOE. It rolls
   along the rooftop. Goodspeed sets aside the other
   pearls and dives, grabbing the stray pearl an inch from
   the roof's edge.
   
   Suddenly the HUGE LIGHTHOUSE WINDOW behind Goodspeed
   EXPLODES, showering Goodspeed with glass.
   
   
   ON THE ADJACENT ROOFTOP
   
   Pvt. McCoy, wielding a smoking .60 CAL MACHINE GUN.
   McCoy fires a wicked, long, sustained burst, emptying
   his entire ammunition belt.
   
   The LIGHTHOUSE SEARCHLIGHT FRESNEL blows to shreds.
   Goodspeed rolls away, GLASS SHARDS raining down on him,
   cutting him. He's a sitting duck.
   
   McCoy casts aside the .60 Cal and unshoulders a SNIPER
   RIFLE. Draws a bead on Goodspeed again. Goodspeed,
   bleeding, terrified, cowers, awaiting death.
   
   A SILHOUETTE APPEARES behind McCoy. It's Mason, dirty
   and bloodied. McCoy spins. Mason bats the rifle aside,
   KNEES McCoy in the solar plexus, grips McCoy's NECK -
   SNAP! - and HURLS him off the roof. McCoy falls 5
   floors.
   
   Goodspeed gives Mason a thankful glance. And hears the
   DOOR BURST OPEN BELOW.
   
   
   INT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE ROOFTOP - DAY
   
   Frye roars inside. Looks around. Starts up the stairs.
   
   
   EXT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Frye barges onto the roof. Sees the DISMANTLED CHEM
   ROUND. Goodspeed's at the edge of the roof looking
   down.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             Give me the guidance chip.
   
   Frye raises his M-16 as Goodspeed jumps. Lands hard on
   the ground below and sprints off.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - IN FRONT OF THE LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Goodspeed sprints toward the NEW INDUSTRIES BUILDING.
   
   
   EXT. LOWER LIGHTHOUSE ROOFTOP - DAY
   
   Frye fires form the roof. M-16 ROUNDS kick up dirt
   around Goodspeed. Frye curses and head back down the
   stairs.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - IN FRONT OF LOWER LIGHTHOUSE - DAY
   
   Frye exits and sprints after Goodspeed.
   
   
   INT. MAIN CELL HOUSE - STAIRWELL - DAY
   
   Mason come down the stairs. Suddenly Pvt. Cox looms on
   the stairs below. Faces off with Mason. Cox draw his
   knife and lunges. Mason catches Cox' wrist.
   
   Cox, with his free hand, hits Mason. Hard. Mason
   recoils. Counter punches. On comes Cox. He's huge and
   menacing. He hits Mason again. Again. Again. Cox has
   Mason backed up to the stairwell.
   
   
   INT. NEW INDUSTRIES BUILDING - DAY
   
   Goodspeed, frantic, sprints across the floor, SPLASHING
   through puddles. He loses his footing. falls and slides
   across the floor, clutching the guidance chip and pear.
   
   He gets to his feet. LIMPS behind some RUSTY MACHINERY.
   
   Frye enters. Sees RIPPLES IN PUDDLES left by Goodspeed.
   Frye creeps across the floor. Following the ripples.
   
   
   INT. MAIN CELL HOUSE - STAIRWELL - DAY
   
   Mason's nearly through. Backed up against the railing.
   Cox comes in again. WHAM WHAM. Mason spits blood and
   teeth. Mason moves to his pocket. As Cox comes in for
   the death blow -
   
   Mason pulls the MOTOR OIL from his picket and sprays it
   in Cox's eyes. The big man is dazed, blinded. Mason
   steps aside and rams Cox over the railing. Cox falls to
   his death on the floor below. Mason looks down at him.
   
                       MASON
             Snakes hate the stuff.
   
   
   INT. NEW INDUSTRIES BUILDING - DAY
   
   Frye creeps close to Goodspeed's hiding place.
   Goodspeed lunges from behind the machinery, jamming his
   fingers into Fryels mouth and ramming home the POISON
   PEARL.
   
   Goodspeed HAMMERS his fist into Fryels JAW. We hear the
   glass breaking in Fryels mouth. Fryels eyes widen. GREY
   SMOKE SPEWS FROM HIS MOUTH AND NOSTRILS. His eyes
   bulge.
   
   Goodspeed tries to step away. Frye bearhugs him,
   pressing his face close. Frye open his mouth, spewing
   forth a CLOUD OF POISON in Goodspeed's face.
   
                       CAPTAIN FRYE
             You're comin, with me.
   
   Goodspeed shoves Frye away. Frye drops, his body
   quivering. Blood pours form his ears and nose. Frye
   spasms in a sickening dance of death.
   
   Goodspeed reels away, COUGHING. Dizzy, he falls to his
   knees. He's gassed and knows it. Desperately, he rips
   at his PANDLEG. A SYRINGE taped to his calf. ATROPINE.
   
   He pulls it free and hesitates. A beat, then - he
   PLUNGES the long needle into his chest. Into his heart.
   Depresses the plunger.
   
   
   EXT. SKIES OVER SAN FRANCISCO BAY AREA - DAY
   
   The F-16s, flying north along the California Coastline,
   bank right and dive down onto San Francisco Bay.
   
   
   INT. NEW INDUSTRIES BUILDING - DAY
   
   Goodspeed's world slows down. Is he dying? He sees
   IMAGES in SLOW MOTION He and Carla together his parents
   moments from his childhood...
   
   Slowly Goodspeed's breathing normalizes. He gazes up at
   the dawning sky. SEES something shimmering in the
   distance. Through the HEAT WAVES...
   
   THE SOUADRON OF F-16s.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
   Sanchez, Director Womack, and the FBI Technicians watch
   from the window as -
   
   The F-16s wing across the Bay toward Alcatraz.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             May god have mercy on their souls.
   
                       CARLA
                   (face buried in his
                   hands)
             You can't do this, you can't let
             this happen.
   
   
   EXT. NEW INDUSTRIES BUILDING - DAY
   
   Goodspeed exits and kneels, reaching for HIS OTHER
   PANTLEG. Pulls out his GREEN FLARES. He cracks the
   flares and fires them up.
   
   
   EXT. SAN FRANCISCO BAY BRIDGE - DAY
   
   The F-16s fly under the span of bridge, just 50 feet
   off the water, shooting up a PLUME OF WATER.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - NEW INDUSTRIES BUILDING - DAY
   
   Goodspeed, in SLOW MOTION, waves the flares.
   
   
   INT. LEAD F-16 - COCKPIT - DAY
   
   The LEAD F-16 PILOT speaks on this air-to-air mike.
   
                       LEAD F-16 PILOT
             Arm up.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - FBI COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
   Carla watches the approach of the F-16s on Alcatraz in
   horror. Every second is excruciating.
   
                       FBI TECHNICIAN
             Ten seconds to the drop zone. And
             now counting eight, seven, six...
   
   
   EXT. WORLD WAR II BUNKER (SPOTTING POSITION #1) - DAY
   
   A hilltop on the Marine side of the Golden Gate Bridge.
   Two spotters watch the action through SPOTTING SCOPES.
   SPOTTER 1 watches the F-16s. SPOTTER 2, watching
   ALCATRAZ, nearly jumps out of his skin.
   
                       FBI TECHNICIAN
             Green smoke! It's... Goodspeed!!
   
   A RADIO OPERATOR fires a message to command.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - FBI COMMAND CENTER - DAY
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Abort. Abort immediately.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - SHORELINE - DAY
   
   On come the F-16s, ROARING over Alcatraz. They're
   almost on top of Goodspeed now. It's too late. It's all
   over.
   
   
   INT. LEAD F-16 - COCKPIT - DAY
   
                       F-16 FLIGHT CONTROLLER
                       (V.O.)
                   (cockpit radio)
             ABORT, RED THUNDER, ABORT!
   
                       LEAD F-16 PILOT
             Abort. Abort.
   
   The Lead F-16 Pilot safeties the bomb release lever.
   
   
   INT. REAR F-16 - COCKPIT - DAY
   
   The REAR F-16 PILOT is wrestling with his release
   lever. It's stuck. He can't "safety" it.
   
                       REAR F-16 PILOT
             Sir, something's wrong. I can't
             disengage...!
   
                       LEAD F-16 PILOT
             Then peel off...
   
   
   EXT. SKIES OVER ALCATRAZ - DAY
   
   The four F-16s veer away from the island. But for the
   REAR JET, the order came too late...
   
   
   EXT. REAR F-16 - WING UNDERCARRIAGE - DAY
   
   The Rear F-16 releases its Willy Peter canisters. They
   plummet to the island.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - NEAR NEW INDUSTRIES BUILDING - DAY
   
   The WILLY PETER CANISTERS land, detonating on impact in
   a MONSTROUS INFERNAL EXPLOSION.
   
   The awesome concussion knocks Goodspeed off the New
   Industries Building pier into the bay.
   
   
   EXT. UNDERWATER - DAY
   
   Goodspeed, concussed in the water, tries to keep
   consciousness. He can't. He sinks.
   
   ANOTHER FORM appears above him. It's Mason, swimming
   for Goodspeed. Mason gets under his arms and pulls him
   up.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - SHORELINE - DAY
   
   Mason drags Goodspeed ashore.
   
   
   INT. PIER 39 - COMMAND WAREHOUSE - DAY
   
   Sanchez, Director Womack and the FBI Technicians stare
   out the window at Alcatraz, enshrouded in PLUMES OF
   SMOKE.
   
   Total silence. Only Carla, weeping quietly in the
   corner. Sanchez puts his arm around her. Ushers her
   away. Suddenly a VOICE CRACKLES:
   
                       GOODSPEED (V.O.)
             Pier 39 come in. Pier 39...
                   (freezes)
             My god he's alive.
   
   Director Womack grabs the mike.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Goodspeed, this is Director Womack.
             Are the hostages alive?
   
                       GOODSPEED (V.O.)
             Every one of 'em sir.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             What about Mason?
   
   
   INT. ALCATRAZ - CIVIL WAR RUINS - DAY
   
   Goodspeed stares at Mason, letting the question dangle.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Goodspeed. Is Mason alive?
   
   A pause. The question still dangling there. Then:
   
                       GOODSPEED
                   (deep breath)
             Just come and get me, sir. I'm
             tired.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Name your vacation spot, Goodspeed.
             The Bureau'll pay for it.
   
   Goodspeed hangs up. The two men regard each other.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Mason, uhm, John, I have something
             to tell you. You know that pardon
             contract you signed?
   
                       MASON
             Womack ripped it up, right?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You knew? All this time?
   
                       MASON
             I'm not a fool, Billy.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             All I know is that whatever you
             did, you don't deserve to go back.
   
                       MASON
             Goodspeed. You know the etymology
             of your name?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             God's speed.
   
                       MASON
             Yes. To wish someone a prosperous
             jouey.
   
   Mason smiles. Goodspeed smiles back. There is an
   immediate tacit understanding.
   
                       MASON
             And if you turn around I'll tell
             you a secret.
   
   Goodspeed, confused by this, gives Mason a look. Slowly
   turns around. Camera doesn't leave him.
   
                       MASON (O.S.)
             St. Michael's Church, Fort Walton,
             Kansas. Front pew. Right leg.
             Hollow.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             What's that?
                   (beat)
             Mason?
   
   Goodspeed turns around. John Paul Mason is gone.
   
   
   EXT. ALCATRAZ - DOCK - DAY
   
   Goodspeed is standing on the dock. Sanchez comes down
   the gangplank.
   
                       SANCHEZ
             You surprised me, kid. Never
             thought you could do it.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Neither did I sir.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             Where's Mason?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Vaporized, sir. Blown out to sea.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             He saved my life, sir. Is Sanchez
             going to accept this?
   
                       SANCHEZ
             Yes
                   (smiles; acknowledges)
             Poor son-of-a-bitch.
   
                       FBI AGENT
             Sir, the White House calling. It's
             the President.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             I'll take it.
   
   Womack elbows past Goodspeed and Sanchez.
   
                       FBI AGENT
             Uhm, sir, actually it's for
             Goodspeed.
   
   Womack glares at Goodspeed, who takes the phone.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Bill Goodspeed, Mr. President.
   
                       PRESIDENT (V.O.)
             I am in your debt, Goodspeed, the
             country is in your debt. You're a
             hero, son.
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Thank you, Mr. President. The man
             you should be thanking is John
             Mason.
   
                       PRESIDENT (V.O.)
             So I've been informed. Would you
             put the FBI Director on please?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             Director Womack.
   
   Goodspeed hands the phone to Womack. Womack looks at
   the phone. Slowly takes it.
   
                       FBI DIRECTOR WOMACK
             I can explain all of this, sir...
   
                       PRESIDENT (V.O.)
             I don't want your explanation,
             Womack. I want your resignation.
   
   Womack grimaces. Goodspeed, smiling to himself, turns
   away. Carla races into his arms. A long, warm embrace.
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   
   EXT. PACIFIC COAST HIGHWAY - DAY
   
   A jeep motors up the Freeway. Passing a sign:
   "VANCOUVER 30 MILES"
   
   
   INT. JEEP - DRIVING - DAY
   
   Mason and Jade. Jade driving. Father smiles. Daughter
   smiles back.
   
                                               CUT TO:
   
   BEGIN CLOSING CREDITS
   
   The following plays over:
   
   "KANSAS - DAY"
   
   
   EXT. A ROAD IN FORT WALTON, KANSAS - DAY
   
   A beat-up PORSCHE SPEEDSTER exits a BAPTIST CHURCH.
   
   
   INT. PORSCHE SPEEDSTER - DAY
   
   Carla is driving. Goodspeed next to her. He opens a
   WORN PLASTIC CANISTER. Spools out a REEL OF MICROFILM.
   
                       CARLA
             Would you please tell me what this
             is all about...?
   
                       GOODSPEED
             You want to know who really killed
             President Kennedy, honey...?
   
                                               FADE OUT
   
   
   
   THE END