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PREDATOR HK -
BUILD - S.2
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OPENING
SCENE
RELEASED
TERRAMENTALS GET SMART - OFF GRID GROUP BUILD MINI SUBMERSIBLE
INT. NORTHEYE OPEN PRISON - CELL BLOCK - DAY
The stark cell from before. REDAN SIMDO,
MAX MOHUNE,
ZERA MASKEN,
ZINZI
DIANA, and BARTRAM FOX are still there, still bruised, but with a new, dangerous resolve in their eyes.
JORGES DICAPRIO sits among them, his voice a low, gravelly whisper, leaning in conspiratorially.
JORGES
They’ll be watching. Every phone call, every bank transfer, even your trash. The state has long arms. They’ll try to frame you again.
REDAN
So we vanish.
JORGES
Exactly. Off the grid. No digital footprint. Cash only. I can fund it. In return... you help me walk out of here. This asylum holding camp at Northeye,
near Hastings? It’s a cage.
Max, Zera, and Redan exchange glances. The idea of springing a man from prison – a man they barely know, a "smuggler" – is insane.
ZERA
You want us to... break you out?
JORGES
And then? We make the bastards pay. You think a protest and a few banners makes them care? No. You hit them where it hurts. The
North Sea,
their oil
rigs.
He pulls out a roll of SCHEMATICS, unfurling them to reveal intricate designs for something sleek, menacing: a PREDATOR HK MINI-SUBMERSIBLE.
JORGES
I'm no pauper. My 'consultancy work' made me rich. This isn't a fantasy. This is how we make them bleed. We cripple their
rigs. No lives lost, just profits. Maximal environmental shock.
The scale of his audacity hangs in the air. The former peaceful protestors are no longer just victims; they are becoming TERRAMENTALS.
ZERA
(Voice tight with suppressed rage)
Sergeant Scotford. What he did... in those holding cells...
Zinzi flinches, remembering the commotion. She nods fiercely.
ZINZI
They dismissed it. They dismissed us.
JORGES
(A cold smile)
Then we make sure they can’t dismiss you ever again.
EXT. NORTHEYE OPEN PRISON - NIGHT
Rain lashes down, blurring the harsh lines of the prison's corrugated walls and barbed-wire fences.
Redan, Max, Zera, Zinzi, and Bartram, disguised in stolen prison overalls, move like shadows. This isn't just about escape; it's about a declaration of war. They are breaching parole. There's no turning back.
Redan creeps to a guard hut window, tapping a pre-arranged signal – two sharp knocks. Inside, a guard's cigarette glow momentarily brightens.
Zinzi, crouched low behind a perimeter light, gives a silent, determined wave. Her face is set, remembering Zera's cries.
REDAN
(Whispering, intense)
On three.
They burst in. The guard barely registers their presence before Redan's elbow snaps ribs. Max jams a pre-prepared chip into the cell-door lock. The SCREAM OF GRINDING METAL echoes through the corridor.
FOOTSTEPS THUNDER towards them. Zera executes a swift, powerful drag-kick, taking down the first approaching guard. Jorges sprints past, a fleeting, almost manic smile on his face.
ALARM BLUES blare. Red strobes flash, painting the narrow service tunnel ahead in urgent, pulsating light. Their heartbeats pound in their ears, mixing with the distant CRACKLE of police radios.
Every door they smash open, every turn they make, is a step deeper into the dark, and closer to a freedom they'll have to fight to keep.
INT. CLIFF-EDGE WORKSHOP - NIGHT
The air is thick with the scent of ozone, oil, and solder smoke. Rainwater drips through makeshift skylights onto a concrete floor, shimmering under the glow of powerful work lamps.
This is Jorges's lair. It's not just a workshop; it's an arsenal. Tools, computer stations, and advanced equipment line the walls. Comfortable living quarters are carved out of the space.
At the heart of it all, bathed in an almost reverent light, sits the PREDATOR HK MINI-SUB. Half-assembled, its sleek black hull is shaped like a shark's jaw. Wires snake out of open hatches. Ionic drives gleam within exposed engine bays. The low HUM of hidden generators vibrates through the floor.
Max runs a hand along the cold metal, his eyes wide.
MAX
It’s... beautiful.
Jorges claps him on the shoulder, a strange pride in his voice.
JORGES
Your new ride. Learn her inner angles. She responds to muscle memory.
Zera inspects a stack of SHAPED CHARGES, ominously powerful.
ZERA
And these?
JORGES
(Lips curling)
A gift from our Cuban friends. We set them on a rig in 72 hours. Or BP coughs up an explanation in
Parliament.
Outside, a thick, living fog rolls off the sea, swallowing the cliff edge. It feels hungry.
They spread large, detailed MAPS across a battered workbench. They plot SUPPLY CONVOYS, naval PATROL ROUTES, and crucial BLIND SPOTS in radar coverage.
Zinzi, already a master hacker, taps coordinates into a tablet.
ZINZI
Astute-class enters Falmouth at 0900. Refuelling cycle two hours.
Silence descends, broken only by the distant hiss of breakers and the frantic staccato of their own breathing.
Redan slams his fist onto the map, his voice firm, resolute.
REDAN
Then we strike at first light.
They look at each other. No more law-abiding
citizens. No more timid leaflets. Tonight, they are transformed. The Terramentals have come to reclaim justice, by any means necessary.
INT. MI6 HEADQUARTERS - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY (LATER)
A highly technical room, screens displaying data, maps, and network activity.
INT. CLIFF-EDGE WORKSHOP - DAY
BARTRAM "THE SLY FOX" (O.S.) narrates a sequence of rapid-fire keyboard strokes.
BARTRAM (V.O.)
In not very long, we got organized. A 60-foot powerboat for tests.
The Predator
was soon completed. Max became our pilot. He was the best.
INT. CLIFF-EDGE WORKSHOP - DAY
On a large screen, the Predator
HK is seen cutting effortlessly through the
water during TESTS, a sleek, silent hunter.
Bartram's fingers dance across a keyboard, hacking into a SATELLITE FEED. He scrolls through encrypted data, patterns of submarine provisioning.
BARTRAM (V.O.)
The Predator performed spectacularly. Next, Cumbria. The target: an
Astute-class nuclear
submarine.
INT. MI6 HEADQUARTERS - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY (LATER)
Back in the MI6 room, a junior analyst, ANALYST 1 (20s, nervous), points to a flickering anomaly on a screen.
ANALYST 1
Sir, we're detecting a highly sophisticated hack. Satellite feed. Submarine provisioning data.
SIR RODNEY DUNBAR (50s, cool, composed, Head of
MI6) watches the screen. Beside him,
NICK JOHNSON ("The Devil") appears intrigued.
SIR RODNEY DUNBAR
Dismiss it. Nobody could hijack an Astute. It's impossible.
JOHNSON
(To Analyst 1)
Just watch it. Try to trace the source. For curiosity's sake.
INT. SCOTLAND YARD - OPERATIONS ROOM - DAY
On a nearby monitor, CHIEF CONSTABLE HARRY HOLLAND ("Dirty
Harry") glances at the anomaly report. He frowns, but doesn't connect the dots. The "Terramentals" are just "framed protestors" in his mind. He has no idea the scale of the monster he helped create.
INT. MI6 HEADQUARTERS - SURVEILLANCE ROOM - DAY
The camera pushes in on the Astute submarine's data, its precise coordinates, its vulnerable moments... the tension building for what's to come.
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3 - PHOENIX >>>>
PROPOSED
SCRIPT ORDER (90-110 pages) - V1.0 DRAFT
SCREENPLAY
ACT
1.
SCENE
1. PROTESTS - Peaceful
North Sea oil pollution protestors are framed and imprisoned,
by a corrupt judicial system.
SCENE
2. PREDATOR - On release the
Terramentals
& smuggler Jorges
Dicaprio, complete a
mini-sub capable of sinking submarines.
SCENE
3. PHOENIX - Terramentals
locate & hijack HMS Neptune in Irish
Sea, Cumbria, using the Predator mini-sub -
knocking out the crew.
SCENE
4. BRITISH PETROLEUM -
Terramentals warn North Sea rig operators to stop. Claymore
rig is torpedoed, Royal
Navy respond.
SCENE
5. BBC WORLD SERVICE - Jill Bird
reports Terramentals rig attacks, world shocked at pollution
cover up. Charley Temple investigates.
SCENE
6. UNEP SOS - The
UNEP ask John Storm to survey North Sea for oil pollution.
Elizabeth Swann detects HMS Neptune radiation leaks.
SCENE
7. RADIATION ALERT - John
& Dan twig radiation from
HMS Neptune possible serious reactor damage. Must warn Terramentals.
ACT 2.
SCENE
8. STEALTH MODE - Storm spots Astute sub, Swann
in stealth
mode, detected as John warns extremists of sub
radiation leakage.
SCENE
9. CHANGE OF COURSE -
Terramentals change course, heading for the
Straits of Gibraltar. Not believing radiation warning.
SCENE
10. U-BOAT 986 - Evading Swann, HMS Neptune navigates
off transport lanes. Swann picks up magnetic signature of U-Boat
986.
SCENE
11. SENATE, UK & EU DEBATE -
Sub
hijacking & rig destruction, alarm bells around world. Deepwater
Horizon shivers down
spines.
SCENE
12. REACTOR LEAK - Terramentals realise John
telling truth, as radiation rector damage detection system HMS Neptune triggers.
SCENE
13. RESCUE TOW - John rescues
Terramentals. MI6 order Neptune
sinking. MOD knew reactor dangerous, want evidence gone.
SCENE
14. LISBON PORT -
Terramentals & Storm, shut Neptune's reactor. Tow, stricken submarine
to Lisbon, prevent MI6 sinking evidence.
ACT
3.
SCENE
15. ROV ATLANTIS - Swann returns U-Boat stealth mode at night,
to avoid tracking. Surveys site,
discovers Atlantis & Nazi gold.
SCENE
16. TREASURE TROVE - John reveals gold find &
threatened. US Linc Truman support. PM, Ed
Thomas, &
Sealord, royal
support.
SCENE
17. BLUE SHIELD - Cleopatra
alerts Blue Shield, Newcastle
University, potential Atlantis find, suggests UNESCO
world heritage site.
SCENE
18. GOLDEN OFFER - Claimants
reward John U-Boat gold find. Agrees 1% cover costs 9% to Blue Shield surveys.
UNESCO grateful.
SCENE
19. GREEN MOBILITY - Galvanized
to action UK hit green H2 button, John gets grants low
income families, Jill
Bird, news item.
SCENE
20. IMO IS GO - The International Maritime
Org green
H2 & methanol,
certification. USA in. China India stay with coal,
gas
& oil.
SCENE
21. AMNESTY INTERNATIONAL - John & George
amnesty, pirate
caselaw & video proof set up. Harry & Johnson
charged treason.
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