EXT. JOINT BASE LEWIS-MCCHORD - MORNING
It is a clear early September morning in the Puget Sound
area.
A drone follows a military transport as it lands at McChord
AFB.
In the background Mt. Rainier is bathed in the morning sun.
As the plane touches down the drone veers and over the base
golf course and toward the base housing.
INT. STYLES KITCHEN – DAY
SUPER:
JOINT BASE LEWIS-MCCHORD - MAJOR AARON STYLES' HOME
REBECCA STYLES (33). Poised, resilient, and exhausting
herself trying to play the part of the perfect officer’s
wife.
Rebecca is in the kitchen stirring a brownie mix. Music is
playing and there are signs of detailed preparation for
guests.
MAJOR AARON STYLES (37) walks through the dining room. Built
like a man who lives on operational adrenaline, but
currently carrying the heavy, deliberate calm of someone
trying to leave the war behind. He's a brilliant hunter of
networks, yet completely unequipped to navigate the quiet
spaces of his own home.
He makes his way, quietly, around a table adorned with
matching place settings and neatly folded paper tent name
tags on the way to the living room.
He stops outside the entrance to the kitchen and peeks
around the door. Behind him PATCHES a Golden Retriever,
stands still.
Rebecca is at the sink, stirring, with her back to the door.
Styles cautiously walks past the door heading to the couch
glancing back over his shoulder at the kitchen door. Then
slumps low with Patches at his feet and grabs the remote.
Rebecca enters the room holding a wooden spoon and bowl of
brownie mix. Patches lifts his head then settles back down.
REBECCA
You promised.
STYLES
Which promise are we talking about?
REBECCA
You know which one.
Styles gives her a look of frustration.
STYLES
But, Nebraska's playing USC.
Rebecca stands in front of the TV and points the spoon at
Styles.
REBECCA
Listen, Mister, the ladies are coming
over at two and the backyard is a
mess.
STYLES
But they won't be in the backyard.
It's just a lunch meeting.
REBECCA
On base, it's never just a lunch.
Styles looks a bit more sympathetic.
STYLES
You're right. Sucking up to the
Colonel's wife is important and I
appreciate the effort.
Rebecca sets the spoon in the bowl and places the bowl on
the end table and steps closer. Close enough that Aaron
notices.
REBECCA
(Seductively)
You know what I'd rather spend my
Saturday doing?
STYLES
The farmer's market again?
REBECCA
Yes! The farmer's market. Walking
around together. Buying vegetables we
don't need and kitchen gadgets I'll
never use. Just being normal for
once.
STYLES
Next Saturday. I promise.
Rebecca steps back and retrieves the brownie mix.
REBECCA
Like you promised to mow the yard?
Styles winces and glances at his watch.
STYLES
The game should be over by noon. That
leaves plenty of time to mow.
REBECCA
Aaron. (beat) Please? Record the
game. You can watch it later.
Styles looks at Patches. Patches raises his head.
STYLES
Patches, we've been outflanked. We
should ask for terms of surrender.
Patches looks at Styles and tilts his head.
REBECCA
Mow now and I'll make sure to save
you one, no two, brownies.
Styles is still looking at Patches.
STYLES
It's the best deal we're going to
get, Buddy.
Rebecca kisses him and heads for the kitchen.
REBECCA
(Yells back at him)
Thanks, Sweetie. You're the best.
Styles turns on the TV, navigates to the game, and hits
Record then puts the remote on the TV stand.
Beside the remote sits a framed photograph of a younger
Aaron Styles stands beside another soldier in dusty tactical
gear. Both men are smiling.
The photograph is worn, as if it spent years folded in a
pocket before being framed.
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The Sunrise Before the Storm
INT. IRANIAN CONTAINER SHIP - HOLD – MORNING
SUPER:
PACIFIC OCEAN - 300 MILES FROM SAN FRANCISCO
A photograph worn from years spent folded in a pocket is
held in a hand. A young soldier standing beside an older
Iranian officer an arm rests across his shoulder.
MAJOR AZLAN SHAKOOR (38), an Iranian IRGC officer in black
tactical gear, leans against a catwalk railing above the
hold. Calm and self-assured, he carries himself like a man
who knows exactly how history is about to unfold—and his
place within it.
One boot rests on the lower rail, forearms draped across the
top. He studies the worn photograph.
Below, a ballistic missile rests horizontal on its launch
platform. Workers move with practiced urgency, prepping the
weapon.
A fueling hose releases with a HISS. Steam and vapors rise
toward Shakoor forcing him to step back.
CAPTAIN ROHAAN KAZEMI (30), identically dressed, approaches
along the catwalk. Sharp, professional, and just perceptive
enough to recognize dangers others dismiss.
Kazemi places a hand over his heart.
KAZEMI
Praise be to Allah, Major.
Shakoor rubs his eyes, blinking away the sting and steps
back toward the rail.
SHAKOOR
I see you are eager for today,
Brother.
Kazemi joins him at the rail and places a hand on Shakoor's
shoulder.
KAZEMI
Yes! Today will be a glorious day.
Shakoor straightens, turning to face him directly.
SHAKOOR
Glorious? We'll probably never see
our end coming, Captain.
Kazemi raises both hands skyward, eyes lifted.
KAZEMI
Then we'll witness the outcome from
the Garden of Pleasure, with Allah.
Shakoor studies his companion.
SHAKOOR
Your faith deserves admiration. Allah
will favor you.
Shakoor returns to the rail, his earlier posture resumed.
The photo still in his hands.
Kazemi pulls a photo from his pocket and holds it next to
Shakoor's.
KAZEMI
We all have our reasons for wanting
to face the Americans.
SHAKOOR
You will get your wish, Captain. It
will not take them long to find us.
Are we prepared?
KAZEMI
The other ships report they’re in
position.
SHAKOOR
Good. Notify launch control to sync
with the others. All three must go
together.
Kazemi pulls a device from his pocket. A red light flashes
at his face.
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DEVICE SCREEN
A purple interface flashes to life. Chinese
characters—"Wúxíng de"—appear. The screen transitions to a
prompt.
Kazemi types, in Farsi, with subtitles: Sync systems, launch
on schedule.
RETURN TO SCENE
SIRENS wail. EMERGENCY LIGHTS strobe red. Technicians rush
to evacuate the launch bay.
Steel locks release with a CLUNK and a huge blast door opens
behind the Missile revealing a sparse missile silo.
The missile moves into the silo along rails while it rises
to a vertical launch position.
As the blast door begins to close, Shakoor salutes the
missile and then pats Kazemi on the shoulder.
SHAKOOR (cont'd)
Come. Let's enjoy the sunrise while
we can.
The blast doors CLUNK locked and together Shakoor and Kazemi
walk toward the bulkhead door.
CUT TO BLACK
TITLE SEQUENCE: DAWNING DARKNESS "PRODIGALS"
FADE IN
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Dawn Launch
EXT. IRANIAN CONTAINER SHIP - DAY
In an open ocean, the converted Iranian cargo ship floats as
the sun is rising just above the horizon.
A hatch is open in the deck of the ship and the ballistic
missile is visible.
A FLASH as the rocket motors ignite and the missile begins
to rise into the morning sky.
INT. NORAD MISSILE WARNING CENTER - CONTROL ROOM - DAY
The operations floor is controlled chaos as warning lights
are flash. A large screen displays a map of the United
States.
A bright red light flashes just off the California coast. It
is joined by two other flashing light. One in the Gulf and
another off the coast of Virginia.
Another screen is tracking the ascent of a missile as radar
tracks race across screens.
TECH
Ballistic missile launches confirmed,
Sir.
SENIOR OFFICER
(into headset)
USS Decatur, clear to launch
immediately.
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Very Close
INT. USS DECATUR - CIC - DAY
TACTICAL OFFICER
Targeting solution locked in.
COMMANDER
Fire.
EXT. USS DECATUR - DAY
A drone shot above the USS Decatur as it sits in an open
ocean with the sun rising over the horizon. A BLAST and an
SM-3 interceptor ROARS skyward.
INT. NORAD MISSILE WARNING CENTER - DAY
The giant display shows two tracks.
One climbing toward space.
One racing to intercept.
TECH
Interceptor away.
SENIOR OFFICER
Time to intercept...
The Tech studies the numbers.
TECH
(resigned)
It's going to be very close, Sir.
The room goes silent.
INTERCUT: SPACE
The interceptor streaks upward.
The warhead ahead of it.
Closing.
Closing.
Almost there—
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Sudden Catastrophe Over the Pacific
INT. CESSNA 206 – DAY
The small aircraft cruises south along the California
coastline.
To the left, the Pacific Ocean glitters in the morning sun.
To the right, the rugged coastline stretches into the
distance.
Far ahead, the unmistakable silhouette of the Golden Gate
Bridge rises from the haze.
A brilliant WHITE FLASH erupts high above the Pacific.
Brighter than the sun. Everyone instinctively shields their
eyes.
PILOT
What the hell was that?
The flash expands into a glowing sphere suspended impossibly
high in the atmosphere.
For a brief moment it dominates the sky.
Then—
A shimmering green and purple aurora begins spreading
outward. The colors ripple across the heavens like curtains
of light.
The passengers stare in stunned silence. The engine goes
silent. The radio explodes with STATIC.
PILOT (cont'd)
No, no, no...
He speaks into the radio
PILOT (cont'd)
Cessna 206 declaring a mayday.
The instrument display goes black and the yoke suddenly
jerks and the aircraft rolls sharply right.
The horizon tilts and we see the Golden Gate Bridge in the
distance
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The Silent Flash
INT. CAR DRIVING ACROSS THE GOLDEN GATE BRIDGE - DAY
DRIVER'S POV - THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD
The driver is tapping the steering wheel to the music
playing on the radio. Traffic on the bridge is moderate.
A brilliant white light flashes silently high above the
atmosphere. It is followed in a second by a roll of thunder.
The radio cuts out The car in front has died and rolls to a
stop. The driver swerves but too late, rear-ends the car
ahead.
EXT. SAN FRANCISCO STREET DOWNTOWN - DAY
Traffic lights are out. Neon store signs are out.
Pedestrians are looking around some holding cell phones in
the air.
Overhead the sky shimmers with an aurora light and a
passenger plane passes overhead much too close to the
ground.
An unnatural shimmering ripple spreads across the sky.
A CITY BUS coasts powerless into an intersection and slowly
crashes into a car stalled.
A TRANSFORMER on a pole at the intersection EXPLODES sending
hot fragments to the ground.
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The Impossible Aurora
EXT. RAYDON RANCH HOUSE – DAY
CARL RAYDON (65) steps onto the porch carrying a coffee mug.
A man whose faith is as rooted as the land beneath his feet.
He's spent a lifetime protecting his family.
He pauses facing the west and squints as the sky shimmers
with an impossible green and blue aurora.
CARL
What the devil?
He steps to the porch railing, studying the strange display.
ELLA RAYDON (63) stands behind him in the doorway. Carl's
wife of four decades and the steady center of the family he
built. Where Carl provides strength, Ella provides
stability.
ELLA
Carl?
He turns.
ELLA (cont'd)
The microwave just died.
Carl glances back at the sky.
ELLA (cont'd)
I think I tripped a breaker.
A beat.
The aurora ripples overhead.
CARL
Ain't no breaker.
ELLA
Well, they certainly stopped.
CARL
Powers going to be out for a bit. I
think a solar flare just hit us.
ELLA
My word.
Carl still watching the ripples
CARL
I'll start up the Genny.
Carl walks off the porch while Ella watches the aurora
continue to spread across the sky.
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A Green Glow
EXT. STYLES HOUSE – FRONT YARD – DAY
The garage door opens but before it fully opens, it stops
and Patches YELPS and hurries between Styles legs.
Styles bends under the door and moves from the garage to the
driveway.
Looking at the sky, he sees a faint GREEN CURTAIN OF LIGHT
ripple across the southwestern sky. Almost invisible in the
daylight.
The dog whines and lays at Styles' feet.
Then—
REBECCA (V.O.)
Aaron?
Styles turns toward the garage as Rebecca bends under the
door.
REBECCA
The oven just shut off.
Styles studies her.
REBECCA (cont'd)
And the microwave.
His expression changes. The playful husband disappears. The
intelligence officer takes his place. Styles looks toward
the sky again. The faint green shimmer is still there.
He walks quickly into the house through the front door
followed by Patches then Rebecca.
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The Silent Call
INT. STYLES HOUSE – LIVING ROOM – CONTINUOUS
Styles moves directly to a wall switch. FLIP. Nothing.
Another switch. Nothing.
He grabs the television remote from the coffee table and
presses POWER. The screen remains black.
Rebecca enters behind him.
REBECCA
Power outage?
Styles doesn't answer. He moves to the window and looks
outside. Across the neighborhood, people are emerging from
their homes.
They are confused. Looking around, holding cell phones in
the air. A dog barks and somewhere in the distance alarms
sound.
REBECCA (cont'd)
Aaron?
Styles turns to her. His face is pale. Focused. Certain.
STYLES
I'm going to get called in.
REBECCA
Now? On Saturday?
STYLES
Yes.
REBECCA
Aaron, the yard isn't finished and
the ladies will be here in a few
hours.
A long beat.
Styles looks at her.
STYLES
No, they're not.
Rebecca stares at him.
REBECCA
What?
STYLES
Becca, no one's coming over.
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Strike Over the Pacific
INT. SH-60 SEAHAWK - DAY
SUPER:
PACIFIC OCEAN - 300 MILES FROM SAN FRANCISCO - 1 HOUR POST
DETONATION
A NAVY SEAL sits near the open door. The ocean races beneath
them. Ahead, the Iranian freighter plows through the swells.
Another helicopter, a BLACKHAWK gunship, flies formation off
their port side.
The SEAL checks his gloves. Checks the fast rope. Then looks
up.
An F-16 screams overhead. So close the Seahawk rocks in its
wake. The fighter flashes toward the freighter.
EXT. IRANIAN FREIGHTER - CONTINUOUS
SHAKOOR and KAZEMI look up.
The fighter ROARS over the ship as Iranian soldiers scramble
into their positions. Shakoor and Kazemi crouch behind a
metal storage locker near the helipad.
INT. SH-60 SEAHAWK - CONTINUOUS
The SEAL watches the fighter disappear as second F-16
streaks into view heading toward the pilothouse. A missile
drops free.
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Rotor Wash and Ruin
EXT. IRANIAN FREIGHTER - CONTINUOUS
Shakoor watches as the missile slams into the bridge and a
FIREBALL erupts. Glass and steel rain across the deck and
the ship lurches.
INT. SH-60 SEAHAWK - CONTINUOUS
SEAL Team leader signals for the helo to drop lower
The Seahawk dips to just above the water. Outside the helo
door the Blackhawk dips with them then peals toward the bow
of the ship.
EXT. IRANIAN FREIGHTER - CONTINUOUS
SHAKOOR'S POV - The BLACKHAWK rises above the bow.
Its miniguns spin. BRRRRRRTTTT! Tracer rounds rip across the
forward deck. Soldiers scatter.
The Blackhawk makes a wide spin around the port side of the
ship firing at the soldiers. As it brings the minigun around
to fire at the storage locker, Kazemi pushes Shakoor to the
side.
Kazemi is hit. Mist. Shakoor lands behind the storage locker
but his legs are exposed and they take numerous shrapnel
hits.
The Blackhawk pulls up and away and on the starboard of the
ship, the Seahawk rises from below the rail. And Hovers only
feet above the deck.
Rotor wash blasts loose equipment across the steel plating.
The fast rope drops.
INT. SH-60 SEAHAWK - CONTINUOUS
The SEAL swings out the door.
Slides.
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The Strike and the Surrender
EXT. IRANIAN FREIGHTER - CONTINUOUS
His boots hit steel. Other SEALS land around him. Weapons
up. Moving.
A wounded Iranian reaches for a rifle. Two shots. The man
drops. The team advances.
Ahead, surviving crewmen scramble between containers and
deck equipment. A short burst of gunfire. Then silence.
The SEAL rounds a storage locker. Shakoor sits slumped
against the bulkhead. Blood stains his trousers. He is
Dazed.
As he looks up directly into the sun, the silhouette of the
SEAL moves between him and the sun blotting it out.
Shakoor and the SEAL lock eyes and he tries to raise his
weapon but the SEAL drives forward and his rifle butt
crashes into Shakoor's temple.
CRACK.
Shakoor collapses. The SEAL drops a knee next to Shakoor.
SEAL
(into mic)
Have one secured!
CUT TO BLACK.
INT. USNS MERCY – SURGICAL BAY – DAY
SHAKOOR (POV) lies on a gurney, blood-soaked bandages
wrapped around both legs. Bright operating lights are above
him. Doctors and corpsmen work around him.
CORPSMAN
He's stable.
NAVY DOCTOR
Let's keep him that way. Put him out.
A mask lowers over Shakoor's face. The lights blur.
Darkness.
CUT TO BLACK.
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Frustration and Confrontation
INT. PENTAGON - COL. ANDERSON’S OFFICE – NIGHT
SUPER:
PENTAGON - 14 HOURS POST DETONATION
COLONEL ANDERSON (58), in Class A uniform with the jacket
discarded, sleeves rolled up, tie loosened. A career
intelligence officer whose calm exterior masks the burden of
knowing how often warnings go ignored.
He rubs his eyes, stretches, and studies a map.
CAPTAIN MILLER (32) stands nearby. Sharp, efficient, and
running on caffeine and duty, he's the kind of officer
perfectly suited as an aide.
The map is taped to a LARGE DEAD TV screen.
Anderson SMACKS the map with the back of his hand.
ANDERSON
Forty to sixty percent?
Miller is STARTLED and takes a step back.
MILLER
That number may change once we get
fuel assessments and availability
reports.
Anderson picks up a written report from his desk and holds
it against the map.
ANDERSON
You're telling me the most powerful
military in the world can't get more
than half its hardware into the fight
because the rest will be waiting in
line at the gas station?
MILLER
Civilian infrastructure does power
most of our fuel stations, Sir.
Anderson drops into his swivel chair, puts his hands over
his face and draws a DEEP BREATH.
ANDERSON
And just when will we have more
accurate reporting, Captain?
MILLER
Communication is very difficult right
now but I-
Anderson stands up quickly and leans on his desk toward the
officer. Fists balled on the desktop.
ANDERSON
Those that attacked us this morning
have found a way to communicate,
Captain.
Anderson walks around the desk and stands next directly in
front of Miller.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Find a way to talk to our bases. Tell
them to get me more specific
information on what we can or cannot
stand up in a fight.
Miller is visibly nervous and takes an involuntary step
back.
Anderson again steps into Miller’s personal space.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Stop waiting for our assets to figure
things out. Get creative captain.
Commandeer industrial satellites. Any
that are operational are ours. Find
HAM operators who are near our bases
and get them relaying messages. Damn
it! Run string and old bean cans if
you have to. But, I need good
information.
Anderson turns back to his desk.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Where's Stark's contingency report?
MILLER
It's not available yet, sir.
Anderson stops and faces the captain again.
ANDERSON
Not available?
MILLER
Colonel Stark hasn't authorized
release.
Anderson stares at him.
ANDERSON
I don't care if Stark wants to cross
a few more T's and dot some I's. I
need that damn report. Tell his
office-
Anderson heads for the door.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Never mind, I'll tell him myself.
Then exits the office.
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The Price of Certainty
INT. PENTAGON HALLWAY – CONTINUOUS
Anderson strides through the corridor and staff officers
step aside. He reaches a door.
A nameplate reads:
COL. ARTHUR STARK
MODELING & SIMULATION
Anderson pushes through.
INT. COLONEL STARK’S OFFICE – CONTINUOUS
COLONEL ARTHUR STARK (58) sits behind a pristine desk, a
stark contrast to the chaos in the hallways. A gifted
strategist with complete confidence in his own judgment. His
profession is forecasting tomorrow; his calm suggests
tomorrow has finally arrived.
Anderson slams the door behind him.
Behind Stark's desk hang three framed portraits:
ALEXANDER THE GREAT.
NAPOLEON BONAPARTE.
DOUGLAS MACARTHUR.
Anderson has seen them before now he doesn't even glance at
them.
ANDERSON
Your contingency report is six hours
late, Stark. My people are blind out
there.
STARK
(Without looking up)
A bad forecast could be worse than a
late one, Anderson. I want to make
sure we have good data. I'm running
the scenarios again.
ANDERSON
Running them again? You run these
scenarios all day long, Stark.
STARK
Colonel, The old assumptions are
gone. The moves we make this week
will determine what comes next.
Beat.
STARK (cont'd)
They will be ready in an hour, maybe
two.
Anderson, fumes and paces a few steps.
ANDERSON
Your projections tell us where our
assets are likely to be needed. We
should be moving them now.
Stark looks up.
He doesn't move. Doesn't speak.
His eyes are cold, assessing. He sets his pen down with
meticulous precision.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Damn it, Stark, I have people
spinning up and they need targets.
STARK
You'll have it when I can trust it.
Anderson turns sharply and storms out.
The door SLAMS. Stark watches it for a moment.
Then calmly picks up his pen and returns to the report.
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The Node Connection
INT. PENTAGON - COL. ANDERSON'S OFFICE – MOMENTS LATER
Anderson enters.
LIEUTENANT BRICE (27) waits beside the desk holding a
folder. Ambitious, disciplined, and impossibly squared away.
He is a recruiting poster soldier.
He is waving a folder.
BRICE
Recovered prisoner from the ship,
sir.
Anderson drops into his chair.
ANDERSON
Let's have it.
Brice drops the folder on the desk.
BRICE
According to the CIA, he is Major
Azlan Shakoor, Quds Force for the
past six years.
Anderson pulls a page from the dossier
ANDERSON
Attended USC? He's a Trojan?
BRICE
Engineering degree. Near top of his
class.
Brice slides a photo of an older IRGC officer and a teenager
from the folder.
BRICE (cont'd)
Senior year, his dad was killed by an
Israeli strike against Hezbollah.
Went home and enlisted.
Anderson flips through pages as Brice leans over and taps a
photograph.
BRICE (cont'd)
Along with the standard tactical
gear, we found an encrypted comm
device. CIA is evaluating it.
Anderson studies the photo.
INSERT PHOTO
A small black device with a narrow
display.
Chinese characters for "Node connection lost — attempting to
reconnect" 11:59 glow across the screen.
BACK TO SCENE
ANDERSON
What's it say?
BRICE
Translation came back as, "Node
connection lost. Attempting to
reconnect."
ANDERSON
Reconnect to what?
BRICE
No idea, sir. The thing powered up
while the techs were examining it.
They tried to trace whatever it was
attempting to connect with.
ANDERSON
Did they get anything?
BRICE
No, sir. Apparently, they fried it.
Anderson shrugs and flips to the next photograph.
ANDERSON
That's unfortunate.
BRICE
CIA wasn't happy.
Anderson stops on a surveillance photo of SHAKOOR sitting at
an outdoor café table with another man.
On the back, a handwritten notation:
Suez, Egypt - Eight Months Prior
Anderson's interest immediately shifts.
ANDERSON
Now this is interesting. From Egypt?
BRICE
Yes, sir. The other man is high-
ranking North Korean. CIA's best
guess is Kim Min-jun—Cultural Attaché
cover, but he runs arms deals.
Anderson sets the photo down and looks at Brice.
ANDERSON
This Iranian is at Buckley now?
Brice flips through pages and stops on a medical report.
BRICE
Arrived under sedation at Buckley at
1900 hours.
Anderson lifts the photograph again as the overhead lights
dim. He turns his chair toward the window.
Outside: darkness. Only scattered lights remain across DC.
He lowers the photo.
ANDERSON
DC goes dark by morning.
Anderson turns back to Brice
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Finish getting the unit packed. I
want the shop operational at Buckley
by breakfast.
BRICE
Yes, Sir.
Brice turns to leave.
ANDERSON
And Brice, there's a Major I worked
with in Jalalabad. Intel officer and
operator. He's at Lewis-McChord with
the 75th Rangers. Major Aaron Styles.
Get him to Buckley by morning also.
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Broken Promises
INT. MAJOR STYLES BASE HOUSING - BEDROOM - NIGHT
SUPER:
MAJOR STYLES BASE HOUSING - 17 HOURS POST DETONATION
Styles holds a flash light pulling clothes from his closet
and He stuffing them into a duffel bag as Rebecca sits cross
legged on the bed and watches.
Patches is laying beside her.
REBECCA
You said we'd have a year.
STYLES
I know.
REBECCA
One year without deployments. One
year where we could be normal.
STYLES
Becca, you know there's nothing I can
do.
Rebecca gives a small tired laugh.
REBECCA
When the power went out this morning,
I guess I knew.
STYLES
Knew what?
REBECCA
They'd call and you'd go. (beat)
Again.
Styles continues to pack.
STYLES
This isn't some routine deployment.
REBECCA
They're never routine. Jalalabad.
A beat.
REBECCA (cont'd)
Syria.
Another beat.
REBECCA (cont'd)
This.
Styles stuffs a jacket into his bag.
STYLES
People are depending on me.
REBECCA
I know. That's the thing, Aaron.
(beat) I know.
That answer catches him off guard.
REBECCA (cont'd)
I hosted the lunches. Was pleasant to
the wives. Sat through the promotion
dinners. And I smiled through all of
it because I thought this was our
deal. One year. Just one year.
Styles stops packing.
STYLES
When I get back I'll transfer to a
teaching station, full time. Not just
an assignment. We'll still have time.
Rebecca get off the bed and walks to the dresser where she
picks up a picture of her and Styles with another couple.
The other man is the same one in the photo near the TV.
REBECCA
Sara thought she had time. Right up
until the chaplain showed up at her
door.
Styles stopped packing again and looks up.
He has no answer for that.
STYLES
I know and I'm sorry.
REBECCA
Me too.
She half waves the photo at Styles.
REBECCA (cont'd)
I watched the pain she went through.
And the kids. But you know what
really hurts?
Styles looks at her.
REBECCA (cont'd)
You look more alive right now than
you have in months.
A beat.
Styles doesn't answer.
REBECCA (cont'd)
I'm not angry that you're leaving.
I'm angry because I believed it. I
believed I'd finally get my turn.
She sets the picture down as Styles closes his duffel bag.
STYLES
My ride will be here any minute but I
need to know you are okay.
REBECCA
I am okay. You're the one taking the
risks. But you like that. When
everything falls apart, you always
know exactly who you're supposed to
be.
She pauses
REBECCA (cont'd)
What about us?
A heavy military truck RUMBLES into the driveway.
STYLES
I have to go.
REBECCA
I know.
The truck engine IDLES outside. Styles looks at her, grabs
his bag and exits.
Rebecca walks to the windows and watches in silence as
Styles climbs into the truck.
She takes the flashlight Styles left on the dresser and
walks into the guest room. She sweeps the beam across the
empty space.
The plywood table. The paint samples. Two shades of blue.
Two shades of pink.
She places the flashlight on the plywood table, the beam
aimed at the bare wall. She opens the lid on the can of blue
paint, dips a brush in and by flashlight, she paints.
The moonlight coming through the window reflects off a tear
rolling down her face.
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17 -
The Hunt Begins
INT. BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE BASE – HANGAR – NIGHT
SUPER:
BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE BASE - 28 HOURS POST DETONATION
Styles steps from a helo and is escorted to the hangar,
thrumming with activity. Soldiers run cable across concrete.
Forklifts move pallets of equipment. Generators roar.
A soldier takes the duffel bag from Styles while another
soldier leads Styles to a makeshift command center made of
plywood and 2x4s.
The soldier opens the door for Styles and he enters.
He joins Anderson next to a map which has 3 large circles.
The centers for each are off the coast of California, Texas,
and Virginia.
Anderson taps the center of each circle.
ANDERSON
Three missiles. Coordinated. Two of
the ships scuttled. The third.
Anderson taps the circle off the California coast.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
We captured. One survivor.
Anderson hands Styles a folder. Styles opens it. The photo
of Shakoor and the North Korean are on top of the papers.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
He's Iranian. Injured but stable.
Styles nods.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
The second man is North Korean. An
arms negotiator for the DPRK.
STYLES
You think he's the next link?
ANDERSON
I think he's a connection to the
missile's source.
CAPTAIN BARNES (30) has been waiting beside a folding table
covered in maps and reports. Sharp, capable, and utterly
unpretentious, she wears the uniform not for the rank it
brings, but for the difference she believes she can make.
She slides a notebook toward Styles.
BARNES
Sir.
Styles opens it.
ANDERSON
CIA believes the North Korean's name
is Kim Min-jun. Find him and we may
find who started this.
Styles studies the photo.
STYLES
Where is he?
BARNES
Officially, we don't know. Latest
reporting puts him in Macau or Hong
Kong.
Styles nods.
STYLES
What assets can we put together?
Barnes moves to a large map of the Pacific Rim. Colored pins
mark operational units, airfields, fuel depots, and
logistics hubs.
BARNES
Most stateside units are dealing with
problems of fuel, communications, and
transportation.
She points to the Southeast Asia area.
BARNES (cont'd)
But many of our Tier One assets
weren't home. Delta has a squadron
already deployed in the Philippines.
Two SEAL teams are operating in the
South China Sea. DEVGRU has personnel
attached to regional operations.
Barnes points to several locations.
BARNES (cont'd)
They're intact. Getting them to all
the same location might be a
challenge.
STYLES
Airlift?
Barnes shakes her head.
BARNES
Limited. A lot of stateside aviation
assets are sorting out fuel and
maintenance issues. What's flying are
being used to move assets overseas.
Designated for pending operations.
Anderson steps in.
ANDERSON
We already have targets in Iran.
Units are spinning up for that.
Styles nods then takes a steps toward the map.
BARNES
We can assemble a task force. It
won't be pretty, but we can do it.
STYLES
How long?
BARNES
Ninety-six hours.
Styles looks up.
STYLES
Too long.
Barnes doesn't blink.
BARNES
Seventy-two if we travel light.
Styles smiles slightly. The first thing he's liked all day.
ANDERSON
First issue is to determine if Min-
jun's our guy. Catch up on the
Iranian info then talk to him.
(MORE)
ANDERSON (cont'd)
If this North Korean is the target
then we get him. Barnes will figure
out how to get your team together.
Barnes begins pointing to the pins on the map.
BARNES
Red pins are operators. Blue pins are
transport. Green pins are logistics
support.
Anderson turns to leave.
ANDERSON
Get your team together.
Anderson exits.
Styles uncaps a marker.
Circles a SEAL team.
STYLES
Get these guys.
Then another unit. Then a third.
STYLES (cont'd)
And these.
Barnes immediately starts making notes.
The hunt has begun.
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18 -
The Walk Home in Silence
EXT. CHRIST COMMUNITY CHURCH - EVENING
SUPER:
CHRIST COMMUNITY CHURCH - 28 HOURS POST DETONATION
People are lingering around the front door in quiet
conversations. Ladies are hugging each other. A group of men
are huddled together praying.
THOMAS (40) Pastor of Christ Community Church. He is dressed
in a black suit. It's his first senior pastor role and he
has doubts about being able to lead the congregation through
a crisis.
Thomas stands on the church steps smiling and shaking hand
as people leave.
FAITH (37) waits at the foot of the steps. She is dressed in
a modest dress. She and Thomas have three girls, HANNA (8),
and twins, AUBREY AND ALICE (6).
The Aubrey and Alice are playing peek-a-boo around their
mother's skirt. Hanna is self involved a few feet away.
Faith searches for a child's hand to grab.
MRS. KELLER (80) Slightly bent over, wearing a gray wool
coat and a bright red scarf. She is the kind of woman who
has been the pillar of church functions for years.
She grabs Faith by the arm.
MRS. KELLER
Faith, the ladies will be praying for
your folks.
Faith still trying to wrangle the twins.
FAITH
Thank you very much. How are you and
Harold doing?
MRS. KELLER
Oh, we're doing just find, Sweetie.
In the dark, like everyone, but we've
got the fireplace.
Thomas joins them.
THOMAS
We can go. Curt's locking up.
Thomas, Faith, and the twins walk from the church heading
home. Hanna notices they have left and hurries after them.
As they walk curtains part then close.
A man steps out of his doorway onto the porch and stares as
they walk past.
A woman lowers her garage door. It rumbles shut. The noise
louder than it should be in the silence.
Faith pulls the twins in closer. Thomas waves for Hanna to
catch up, then takes her hand.
No lawnmowers. No passing cars. No birds.
Faith and Thomas walk closer together.
FAITH
Does it feel strange to you?
THOMAS
Very.
A beat.
FAITH
Like when you're coming down with
something.
THOMAS
Yeah.
FAITH
You know you're getting sick. You
just don't know how sick.
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19 -
The Tell
INT. BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE MEDICAL CENTER - SECURE ROOM –
NIGHT
SUPER:
BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE BASE - 33 HOURS POST DETONATION
A windowless military room dressed as a hospital room.
Functional. Cold.
Shakoor lies in bed with his arms cuffed to the rails. He
has a Bandaged forehead. One eye is bruised. He is covered
from the chest down.
A few wires are attached to him that go up into the ceiling
to an exterior room.
INT. BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE MEDICAL CENTER - OBSERVATION ROOM -
NIGHT
Styles and a TECHNICIAN are in the exterior room watching
through a one-way glass.
STYLES
He just woke up?
TECHNICIAN
Yes, Sir. He's been out since
capture. Slight concussion. Not
serious. Fragment wounds to lower
torso.
STYLES
Has anyone spoken with him?
TECHNICIAN
No one.
STYLES
Good.
Anderson enters the room and stands in front of the
observation window. The technician moves away and tends his
monitors. Styles nods to the technician.
The Technician presses a door release, CLICK and Styles
enters holding a thin folder.
STYLES (cont'd)
Major Shakoor. CIA says you speak
English.
(beat)
Couple years at USC I understand. I’m
a Cornhusker myself, but I won’t hold
that against you.
Shakoor stares at Styles. He is having a hard time focusing.
He looks up at the bright ceiling light.
INTERCUT THE SCENE FROM THE DECK OF THE SHIP
Shakoor looking at the sun as the SEAL steps in to blot it
out.
RETURN TO SCENE
Shakoor's eyes begin to focus as Styles stands over him,
blocking the overhead light. Shakoor works moisture into his
mouth.
SHAKOOR
My men?
Styles studies him. Styles picks up a cup with a straw and
offers Shakoor a drink.
STYLES
Well now, that’s a real shame.
Shakoor sips the drink.
STYLES (cont'd)
Seems you were the only one left
after our guys finished up on the
boat.
A faint satisfaction crosses SHAKOOR’s face.
SHAKOOR
Good.
(beat)
Allah is already rewarding them.
STYLES opens the folder.
STYLES
I wouldn’t know anything about that.
He lays out photos of Shakoor's dead soldiers
STYLES (cont'd)
From what I gather there wasn’t much
left to reward.
Shakoor’s jaw tightens and he strains against the
restraints. Styles places down a photo of Kazemi.
STYLES (cont'd)
Take this one, for instance.
(beat)
Clearly, as you can see, there wasn’t
much left.
Shakoor jerks against the restraints Styles notices.
STYLES (cont'd)
Oh, was he a friend of yours? Shame.
Shakoor raises up in his bed as far as he can to get closer
to Styles.
SHAKOOR
He was greater man than you will ever
be.
Styles shrugs.
STYLES
You could be right about that.
Styles gathers the photos.
STYLES (cont'd)
But, enough talk about college and
good friends. (beat) Let's get down
to business.
Styles pulls a stool beside the bed and sits, casual, one
foot on the rail of the stool one on the floor.
STYLES (cont'd)
Details about the missile, we got
from info on the boat. I really only
need you to confirm a few things.
Shakoor relaxes into the bed and turns his head away from
Styles.
SHAKOOR
I have no intention of confirming
anything.
Styles pokes at Shakoor's chest with the folder of pictures.
STYLES
There’s intention...
(beat)
And then there’s the reality of you
being locked in this room.
Shakoor continues to look away.
STYLES (cont'd)
Now, we know the missiles were North
Korean. (beat) Did you get them
directly or through a third party?
Shakoor turns his head toward the ceiling and focuses on the
tiles.
Styles pulls 4 pictures from the folder.
STYLES (cont'd)
Our CIA friends had you with
Ambassador Ghorbani’s security detail
in Cairo.
He shows a photo of Shakoor with someone at a cafe.
STYLES (cont'd)
The Egyptians had you pegged as just
mid-level security. (beat) So it's
strange seeing you at a café with a
senior North Korean official. That's
a heavy lift for a mid-level guy.
SHAKOOR
I don’t recall any such meeting.
Styles holds the photo where Shakoor can see it.
STYLES
I know the picture is a little fuzzy,
but that is you, isn't it?
Styles holds the photo in front of Shakoor and taps it.
STYLES (cont'd)
Prompt any memories?
Shakoor remains motionless, staring straight up.
STYLES (cont'd)
This guy with his back to the camera.
We know he’s North Korean, but we
don’t have an ID.
Styles lays out three photos.
STYLES (cont'd)
We know of three North Koreans who
were in Egypt at that time.
Styles holds the first photo in front of Shakoor.
STYLES (cont'd)
Paek Nam-sun. He’s my pick. He's the
right size I think.
Shakoor shows no reaction so Styles holds up the second
photo.
STYLES (cont'd)
But my boss thinks it's this guy, Kim
Min-jun. (beat) He says the fancy
watch is a dead give away.
Shakoor's eyes quickly flick to the photo. It’s a tiny
movement, almost nothing. Styles catches it but doesn't
react. Styles hold up the third picture.
STYLES (cont'd)
However, my buddy, Sam likes this
guy, Jang Soo-jin. He thinks the hair
gives him away.
Shakoor shows no reaction. Styles lays the three photos
across Shakoor's bed. Styles lean back.
STYLES (cont'd)
So, Major, settle the argument for
us. Who were having lunch with?
Shakoor says nothing. Styles waits a moment then collects
the photos. Styles places them back into the folder.
STYLES (cont'd)
Help us, you help yourself. It's your
choice.
Shakoor ignores Styles
STYLES (cont'd)
Well, you’re clearly not ready yet.
He stands and starts for the door.
STYLES (cont'd)
I guess you must still be exhausted
from that pitiful attempt at war
fighting.
Shakoor turns his head toward Styles.
SHAKOOR
You Americans launch missiles. Clean,
sanitary never seeing the blood and
broken bodies you leave behind.
Styles stops and turns
STYLES
Are we talking about your daddy now?
Shakoor lunges against the restraints
SHAKOOR
My men died showing what cowards
Americans are.
Styles steps closer to Shakoor and leans in next to
Shakoor's ear.
STYLES
Your men died because you led them in
a suicide mission.
(beat)
Then a handful of Navy SEALs tore
through them while you were lying on
the deck sunbathing.
Styles straights up.
STYLES (cont'd)
And for what? So you could knock out
a few power stations. (beat) You
wasted their lives, Major. Now you
get to think about that in an
American prison for the rest of your
life.
STYLES turns toward the exit. Shakoor lifts his head.
SHAKOOR
Was I unconscious for a day?
Styles stops with his hand on the door handle.
STYLES
Almost four. That sailor gave you a
real good whack on the skull. Doctors
had to keep you out until the
swelling went down.
Shakoor allows a small smile.
SHAKOOR
Then my mission was successful.
STYLES
If your mission was to knock a few TV
stations off the air, sure. Great
job.
Styles exits. CLICK. The heavy door locks.
INT. BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE MEDICAL CENTER - OBSERVATION ROOM -
CONTINUOUS
Styles enters. The TECHNICIAN is already leaning into a
monitor, rewinding a video feed.
TECHNICIAN
Pulse spiked when you mentioned Min-
jun and respiration hitched. But the
eye-flick was the lock. It’s Kim Min-
jun.
ANDERSON
Is that enough to go with?
STYLES
It’s enough to start.
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20 -
Damaged Device
INT. USS DECATUR – TEMPORARY INTELLIGENCE WORKSPACE – DAY
SUPER:
USS DECATUR - 34 HOURS POST DETONATION
A compartment aboard the destroyer has been converted into
an evidence processing center.
Tables are covered with items recovered from the Iranian
vessel. Laptops. Documents. Hard drives. Satellite phones.
A Uniformed Navy intelligence ANALYST (30s) walks with a CIA
(40s) Officer. They catalog evidence while several teams of
CIA Officers and analysts do the same.
The CIA Officer opens a plastic evidence bag.
Inside is a black handheld device. Looks like a cell phone
but clearly not. No markings. No manufacturer.
CIA
What do you make of this?
He turns it over and studies it.
ANALYST
Comm device but not a phone. We
couldn't find any on-board storage.
Clearly satellite tied.
CIA
Iranian? Chinese?
ANALYST
Unknown. It was carried by the
Iranian officer we captured.
The CIA Officer taps the screen, nothing happens.
ANALYST (cont'd)
It's dead. Was working. Has a facial
scanner. We tried it on the
prisoner's face. Got a logon screen
but that was it. Tech started working
on it but they fried it. Dead now.
The CIA officer returns it to the evidence bag and sets it
down.
CIA
Too bad. We need to know how they
communicated. Send it anyway. Top
priority. Maybe our lab get still get
something useful out of it.
The CIA officer returns to the pile of evidence.
CIA OFFICER
What else do we have?
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21 -
The War Room: Grim Briefing and Hidden Doubt
INT. BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE BASE - WAR ROOM - DAY
SUPER:
BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE BASE - DAY 3
An Air Force Security Force soldier snaps the heavy door
open and Styles enters.
The room is a cavern of flickering blue light. Dozens of
monitors display a symphony of violence. Body-cam footage.
Drone strikes. Missile tracks.
Across the room a barracks building vanishes in a thermal
bloom.
ANDERSON
I hope Major Shakoor got everything
he wanted out of his bedroom. Because
it isn't there anymore.
Anderson slaps a drone operator on the back. Then gestures
Styles over and they move away from the technicians.
STYLES
Our losses?
Styles points back toward the screens.
ANDERSON
A Strike Eagle over the Gulf.
Israelis pulled the pilot out. Two
Rangers outside Tehran. But we're
hitting the high-value targets hard.
We have the initiative.
Anderson hands Styles a report.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Update on Min-jun. Intelligence still
places him in Hong Kong or Macau.
Assets on the ground are trying to
narrow the location.
Styles reads.
STYLES
Chinese soil? That's a diplomatic
minefield, Colonel.
Anderson turns back toward the operators in the room.
ANDERSON
Look around, Aaron. The world isn't
exactly following diplomatic rules at
the moment.
Another strike detonates across a monitor.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Fact is, our enemies know we're hurt.
But they're not sure how badly. Then
they see us doing that.
He is watching the screens.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
And they think maybe we don't want to
poke a bear that's already this
pissed off. That may change. But
right now we have the initiative.
Anderson turns back to Styles and looks him in the eye.
ANDERSON (cont'd)
Captain Barnes is assembling your
team at Clark. By the time you land
we'll have a target package for you.
STYLES
Roger that, Sir.
Anderson offers his hand.
ANDERSON
Good hunting, Aaron. Bring him back
in one piece. We need answers.
Styles nods and exits.
The war room continues around Anderson. Another target
disappears beneath a missile strike. CHEERS erupt. Someone
slaps an analyst on the back.
Anderson doesn't react.
His attention drifts to a report sitting on the corner of
his desk. He reaches for it.
The cover reads:
TOP SECRET
REJECTED - INSUFFICIENT CORROBORATION
Anderson opens it.
The first page:
STAGE ONE: COORDINATED EMP ATTACK
Below it:
A map of the United States with the same 3 overlapping
circle that had been on Anderson's map. Pacific. Atlantic.
Gulf.
He pauses on the page as Anderson studies while a cheer
erupts behind him. He barely hears it.
He flips to the next page. The text has areas that are
circled in red. Each circle has a red question mark.
Another page, timelines, question marks.
Another page, Assessments, question marks.
Anderson closes the report.
The war continues. Around him the cheers continue. He looks
across the war room. At the screens. At the targets. At the
people celebrating. Then back to the report.
He slides it into his briefcase. Locks the clasp. For now.
The war in front of him is real, not uncorroborated. Another
cheer erupts. Anderson stares at the screen as another
building explodes.
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22 -
First Kill
EXT. TREE STAND / FIELD - DAY (DREAM SEQUENCE / 26 YEARS
EARLIER)
SUPER:
CASCADE MOUNTAINS, WASHINGTON - 26 YEARS BEFORE DETONATION
YOUNG FAITH (9) lies prone in a tree stand, peering through
the scope of a hunting rifle. A YOUNG BUCK grazes in the
meadow below.
Knelling beside her, YOUNG MICHAEL (17) watches through
binoculars.
YOUNG MICHAEL
(whispering)
Easy. Focus on the cross-hairs.
Young Faith adjusts her aim.
YOUNG MICHAEL (cont'd)
Don't fight the rifle. If it wants to
move, let it move naturally.
The buck takes a few steps and Young Faith follows it
through the scope.
YOUNG MICHAEL (cont'd)
Good. Slow your breathing.
Young Faith exhales.
YOUNG MICHAEL (cont'd)
Again.
Another breath. The cross-hairs settle.
YOUNG MICHAEL (cont'd)
Now squeeze. Squeeze.
Young Faith gently tightens her finger. CRACK! The rifle
bucks against her shoulder. The buck stumbles. Runs. Then
collapses.
Young Faith immediately works the bolt and reacquires the
target. Young Michael lowers the binoculars and smiles.
YOUNG MICHAEL (cont'd)
Nice shot.
(beat)
But, keep your eyes on him.
The buck doesn't move.
YOUNG MICHAEL (cont'd)
You can breathe now, Sis.
They climb from the stand and Faith runs ahead reaching the
deer first but stops a few feet away, hands clasped behind
her back. Waiting.
YOUNG CARL (39) and YOUNG CHARLES (14) emerge from the
treeline in camo and orange hunting vests.
Young Carl studies the deer.
YOUNG CARL
One shot. Clean. Can't ask for
better.
Young Faith smiles.
YOUNG FAITH
Hundred yards, Dad. Maybe more.
YOUNG CHARLES
(deadpan)
More like Seventy-five.
Young Faith sticks her tongue out at her brother
The family laughs and Young Carl kneels beside the deer.
YOUNG CARL
What comes next?
Young Faith immediately pulls a hunting knife from her belt.
YOUNG FAITH
Field dress.
YOUNG CARL
And?
YOUNG FAITH
Respect the animal.
YOUNG CARL
Why?
YOUNG FAITH
It died so we could live.
Young Carl stands and points at Young Michael.
YOUNG CARL
Give her a hand.
YOUNG MICHAEL
Hey, she knows the rule.
YOUNG MICHAEL AND YOUNG CHARLES
(In unison)
Your kill. Your clean.
Young Faith struggles to adjust the deer's position for her
first cut.
YOUNG FAITH
I don't need their help.
Young Michael kneels next to Young Faith and grabs a leg.
YOUNG MICHAEL
Everybody says that the first time.
Young Carl and Young Charles turn toward the trail.
YOUNG CARL
We'll bring up the ATV. Steaks are
gonna be extra tasty tonight.
Young Charles falls into step beside his father. As they
walk away, a distant BELL RINGS. Young Carl freezes. The
sound doesn't belong here. Another BELL.
The forest wavers. Young Faith, Young Michael, and Young
Charles vanish. Young Carl spins in confusion. The world
dissolves around him. A WOMAN'S VOICE cuts through the
vision.
WIFE (O.S.)
Carl...
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23 -
A Cold Morning Wake-Up
INT. CARL'S BEDROOM – MORNING – CONTINUOUS
Carl is in bed with his wife Ella as the early morning light
is just under the horizon. The room is a mosaic of sepia
tones
ELLA
Carl, turn off your alarm, please,
and get out of bed.
INSERT - WIND-UP ALARM CLOCK
The twin-bell alarm rings violently. The hands sit dead-on
7:30 AM.
BACK TO SCENE
Carl wakes under a gray ceiling and smacks the alarm clock
quiet. He finds his glasses, sees 7:30 a.m. on the wind-up
clock,
The house is cold and dim. The power is still out. Carl
dresses enough to move through the dark and heads for the
kitchen.
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24 -
Dawn Vigil
INT. KITCHEN / LIVING AREA – MORNING – CONTINUOUS
He opens the old potbelly stove in the breakfast sunroom
room and finds enough ember to revive the fire.
He blows lightly on the embers as he places kindling on.
They catch fire and he places logs on. Warmth slowly
returns.
Carl lights a lantern, fills a camp coffee pot and sets it
on the potbellied stove. He warms his hands at the stove,
then picks up a worn leather covered Bible.
The coffee begins its steady PLINK-PLINK-PLINK as Ella walks
up behind him and wraps the blanket she is wrapped in around
the both of them.
ELLA
You were thrashing around in your
sleep.
CARL
Had a dream about the kids. Faith's
first deer.
Ella unwraps and sits at the table facing the window.
ELLA
She was so proud. Drove her brothers
crazy talking about it for a week.
Carl sits next to her places the Bible in front of them.
They go quiet as they stare out the window toward the rising
sun.
CARL
Sure like to hear something.
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25 -
Mission Planning in the Red Light
INT. BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE BASE - MILITARY TRANSPORT - DAY
The steady, DRONE of engines fills the interior which is
bathed in a tactical red glow. Soldiers from various
branches are settling into the seats lining the hull.
Barnes sits with a tablet balanced on her knee, the screen
light reflecting in her sharp eyes. Styles sits across from
her nursing a cup of bitter military coffee.
STYLES
Ever been to the Philippines,
Captain?
BARNES
Several times.
STYLES
Vacation or work?
BARNES
Work.
Styles nods.
STYLES
Not much of a vacation person?
Barnes swipes at her tablet.
BARNES
No, Sir.
Styles studies her.
STYLES
Where did you grow up?
BARNES
Military bases mostly.
STYLES
Army?
Barnes taps her tablet.
BARNES
Navy.
STYLES
That explains the luggage.
Barnes glances at her perfectly organized pack beneath the
seat. Every strap is tucked. Every zipper is locked.
STYLES (cont'd)
West Point?
BARNES
Yes, Sir.
STYLES
Do you always keep your answers short
when you discuss your personal life,
Captain?
BARNES
No, Sir.
They both crack a grin then Barnes lays her table flat on
her lap and gives her attention to Styles.
BARNES (cont'd)
Mom was a navy nurse. Something with
a corner office and an permanent
address. Army had other plans.
Her tablet CHIMES. She picks it up.
BARNES (cont'd)
Intel just confirmed Min-jun at
Macau.
Styles straightens immediately as BARNES pulls up a map of
Macau on her tablet and moves to the seat next to Styles.
BARNES (cont'd)
Consulate's here.
(She zooms outward)
Macau International is less than five
miles southeast.
She tilts her tablet in Styles direction.
BARNES (cont'd)
Only two vehicle access roads to the
airfield. One bridge. One service
road.
STYLES
Good, once on the ground, there's
only two approaches to defend.
Barnes nods and zooms farther out.
BARNES
Nearest PLA garrison is here. Zhuhai.
Response time, best case, thirty
minutes. And that's assuming they
were already rolling when we land.
Styles studies the map.
STYLES
So we fly in, grab him, get back
across the bridge, and airborne
before local law enforcement can lock
the place down.
Barnes shakes her head.
BARNES
Not a concern here, Sir.
STYLES
How so?
BARNES
The consulate is firmly Chinese soil.
Local police wil wait for the
military then follow orders. Don't to
fight the Chinese. Just be gone
before they arrive.
STYLES
Building layouts, utility tunnels,
and building access points.
BARNES
Already requested.
Styles nods. Barnes smiles. Exactly what he expected.
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The Line's End
EXT. WESTERN WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY - RED SQUARE - DAY
SUPER:
NATIONAL GUARD/FEMA AID CENTER - DAY 3
MR. KELLER (82), is walking with the help of a cane. He is a
weathered old man who worked outside all his life.
Walking silently with him, along the path leading to Western
University's Red Square is Mrs. Keller dressed in a gray
wool coat and wearing a bright red scarf.
As they arrive, a crowd is gathering in a line before tables
stacked with grocery bags volunteers had put items like
flour, sugar, and bread into.
They join the line dozens of people away from the tables.
The National Guard are around the tables and walking up and
down the line. A stream of people continually join the line.
Quiet conversations are taking place. The two stand quietly,
moving forward as the line moves. Mr. Keller looks at the
line behind them.
MR. KELLER
Glad we got here early. Line's
gettin' long.
MRS. KELLER
I'm sure everybody's getting short on
stuff.
MR. KELLER
Like coffee.
MRS. KELLER
They aren't going to have coffee
here. These are essentials.
MR. KELLER
You sayin' coffee ain't?
Around the corner of a building a young man walks quickly
wearing a heavy coat, heavier than the weather demands but
no one gives him a second look.
The young man steps in line just ahead of the Mrs. Keller.
Mr. Keller points toward the back of the line.
MR. KELLER (cont'd)
End of the line's back there, son.
The young man shrugs off his heavy coat.
YOUNG MAN
Allahu Akbar!
Explosion, dust and debris fly. Tables overturn and are
blown away. In the smoke and dust, a red scarf flutters.
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The Cavalry is Not Coming
INT. CJ'S APARTMENT – DAY
SUPER:
SEATTLE, WASHINGTON – DAY 4
The apartment is dim despite the afternoon sun. Outside, is
the muffled sound of people arguing.
JOANNA (28) moves through the kitchen methodically opening
cabinets and noting the contents on a yellow legal pad. The
shelves have only a few things on them.
CJ (26) Capable and protective, but carrying the restless
impatience of a man who wants to be doing something instead
of waiting, enters the room dragging a military-style
footlocker and grunts.
CJ
A hand here.
FRANK (58) sits at the kitchen island staring at a map. He
is a steady, practical veteran. The quietly dependable sort
of neighbor people look to when things fall apart.
Frank looks at CJ and the footlocker.
FRANK
What's that?
CJ Stands straight and stretches.
CJ
Something my dad sent.
JOANNA
What's in it?
CJ
Emergency stuff. He shipped one to
each of us.
Frank chuckles and grabs one end of the footlocker and helps
move it to the middle of the living room.
FRANK
Your old man shipped emergency
footlockers to his kids?
CJ unlatches it.
CJ
Yep. That's my Dad.
The lid creaks open. Inside are medical kits, flashlights,
batteries, lares, a hand-crank radio, Water purification
tablets, maps and several sealed bottles of medication.
In the lid, encased in shrink-wrap and foam, an AR-15 rifle,
3 magazines, and a 9mm Smith & Wesson pistol with 2 mags.
Frank whistles.
FRANK
That's some mighty useful stuff.
Joanna steps closer.
JOANNA
How long has that been sitting in the
closet?
CJ
I don't remember. Three years maybe.
FRANK
What all's in there?
CJ pulls out a binder hands it to Frank.
CJ
Complete inventory.
Frank examines the binder.
FRANK
I am looking forward to meeting your
old man some day.
Joanna puts her legal pad on the island and closes a cabinet
door.
JOANNA
With only a week's worth of food
left, you might be meeting him sooner
than you think.
Frank sets the binder down and picks up something from the
footlocker. CJ flips through the binder. Frank stops him on
a page covered with names and numbers.
FRANK
What's that?
CJ
Call signs and frequencies for HAM
operators.
FRANK
Your dad's a CB'er, good buddy?
CJ pulls out a walkie-talkie.
CJ
My dad likes the solitude of the
ranch. But he also likes to keep
track of what goes on outside of it.
The noise from the arguing outside grows. CJ stands and
walks to the window and looks down at the apartment build
parking lot.
Below, KEVIN (40s), self-appointed chairman of the
apartment's "Neighborhood Watch," stands with several
residents facing another group of desperate-looking people.
KEVIN
This is private property. Leave.
MAN
We're not looking for trouble. We
just need some food.
Another man points toward the apartment building.
SECOND MAN
There's gotta be an empty apartment
we can check out.
Kevin steps forward.
KEVIN
You don't live here. So move along.
Kevin pulls a pistol from his waistband and let's it hang at
his side.
CJ shakes his head.
CJ
Idiot.
Joanna joins CJ at the window. They look down at the city.
Stalled cars sit in the road. The group is still arguing.
JOANNA
You don't see the police anymore.
FRANK
Cops have families too.
JOANNA
Haven't seen any FEMA.
FRANK
No.
JOANNA
National Guard?
FRANK
No.
CJ keeps looking out the window at the people arguing.
CJ
I think it's time we stop waiting for
the cavalry.
JOANNA
Bug-out? Head for the ranch?
FRANK
The city's getting mighty ugly. Gonna
get uglier.
CJ turns his back to the window. Joanna drops into his arms
for a hug.
JOANNA
When will it get back to normal?
FRANK
Maybe this is normal now.
CJ gives a short, dismissive laugh.
CJ
My mom would look you straight in the
eye and remind you that God's got
this.
Frank laughs.
FRANK
I sure am looking forward to meeting
your folks.
Joanna stays in CJ's arms.
JOANNA
(quietly)
She's right you know.
CJ smiles at her.
JOANNA (cont'd)
So, do we have a plan?
Frank again picks up the binder from the footlocker.
FRANK
I think CJ's old man already sent the
plan.
POP-POP-POP!
CJ
Down! Down!
He grabs Joanna and pulls her behind the kitchen island and
Frank drops to the floor.
POP-POP-POP!
More shouting outside. Running footsteps. Then silence.
CJ cautiously rises just enough to peer through the window.
Kevin lies sprawled on the pavement near the parking lot
entrance. CJ heads for the front door. Frank sees him.
FRANK
Where are you going?
CJ
To help him.
Frank grabs CJ's arm.
FRANK
You don't know who's still out there.
CJ jerks free.
CJ
We can't leave him there.
He takes another step toward the door but Frank lunges
forward, grabs the back of CJ's shirt, and yanks him away
from the entrance.
CJ stumbles backward and Frank steps between CJ and the
door. An immovable wall.
FRANK
Then do it smart.
Frank draws his pistol.
FRANK (CONT'D)
Grab your AR.
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28 -
The Edge of the Blade
EXT. HANGAR – CLARK AIR FORCE BASE – PHILIPPINES – DAY
SUPERIMPOSE:
CLARK AIR FORCE BASE, PHILIPPINES – DAY 4
A mixed group of RANGERS, SEALS, DELTA OPERATORS, AIR FORCE
SPECIAL TACTICS, and intelligence personnel conduct final
equipment checks around a waiting C-17.
Weapons. Body armor. Rucksacks. The atmosphere is focused
but subdued. Everyone knows someone back home. A MASTER
SERGEANT spots Major Styles approaching.
CHIEF PETTY OFFICER
Attention on deck!
The room snaps to attention. Styles pauses at the hangar
entrance. For a moment he studies the men. Then—
STYLES
At ease, gentlemen.
The operators relax.
STYLES (cont'd)
We begin our walk through in thirty
minutes, gentlemen. Make your final
equipment checks.
The men immediately begin gathering gear. Styles turns to
leave but stops. The room notices and attention shifts back
to him. He turns back toward the group.
STYLES (cont'd)
Each one of you understands the
situation.
A beat.
STYLES (cont'd)
And every one of us is worried about
somebody. Parents. Brothers. Sisters.
(beat) Wives.
The room grows still.
STYLES (cont'd)
I know we'd all rather be back there.
Helping. Searching.
Another beat.
STYLES (cont'd)
But our country has been hit hard and
the best thing we can do, (beat) the
only thing we can do for the people
we care about is to do the job we've
been given.
He looks around the room.
STYLES (cont'd)
Somebody spent years putting this
attack together. They hid ships. They
moved missiles. They recruited
people. But somewhere along the line
they left a loose thread. People
always do.
Style straightens slightly.
STYLES (cont'd)
So, we're going do our jobs. We're
going find that loose end and pull.
(beat) Hard! We're going to unravel
this thing and see where it leads.
His tone hardens.
STYLES (cont'd)
We'll find who's responsible and then
do something about it.
He slams a fist into his palm. A few nods.
STYLES (cont'd)
Right now we're headed for Macau.
But, after that, who knows.
A faint grin.
STYLES (cont'd)
We'll probably pay a visit to a
number of countries before this is
over.
The grin disappears.
STYLES (cont'd)
However, (beat) let me make one thing
clear right now.
The room goes silent.
STYLES (cont'd)
We are not on a diplomatic mission.
Operators exchange looks.
STYLES (cont'd)
You men are the edge of the blade and
we're looking to cut something.
Another beat.
STYLES (cont'd)
And cut deep.
Styles shoulders his bag.
STYLES (cont'd)
Put your game faces on. We have work
to do.
He turns sharply and heads for the aircraft. A moment. Then—
OPERATORS
HOOAH!
The shout echoes through the hangar but Styles doesn't looks
back.
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29 -
Friendly Fire Standoff in Training
INT. MOCK-UP CHINESE CONSULATE – MACAU – DAY
Operators move through the plywood replica of the Chinese
Consulate structure with rifles ready.
SEALS assault from the front entrance. DELTA enters through
a side corridor. Inside the two teams round opposite corners
simultaneously. Both groups immediately raise weapons.
A tense split second.
DELTA OPERATOR
Contact!
SEAL OPERATOR
Friendly! Friendly!
The teams freeze. A whistle SHRIEKS.
STYLES
Freeze!
Everyone stops. Styles storms into the hallway.
CAPTAIN CHAFFEY (31), Delta Charlie Actual, an everyman
soldier with uncommon leadership instincts, he leads from
the front because he wouldn't know how to do it any other
way, steps forward to face an oncoming Styles.
STYLES (cont'd)
Captain Chaffey, who had this
corridor?
CHAFFEY
That's on me, Major. I led them
there.
Styles stares at them.
STYLES
Outstanding.
Nobody says a word.
STYLES (cont'd)
One mission. One building. Two
assault elements. And somehow you've
both managed to occupy the same
hallway.
Styles points to the floor between them.
STYLES (cont'd)
Right there.
Styles taps Chaffey on his name plate
STYLES (cont'd)
That's where you die.
He points at the opposite wall.
STYLES (cont'd)
Then one of theirs dies.
The room remains silent.
STYLES (cont'd)
I know that because both of you
thought the other guy was in the
wrong spot.
Nobody argues. Styles points toward the start point.
STYLES (cont'd)
Back to the beginning.
The teams start moving. Styles stops them.
STYLES (cont'd)
And gentlemen?
Everyone looks back.
STYLES (cont'd)
I don't want to have to drag your
dead body back the plane, so get your
heads right. Run it again.
The operators immediately move to reset positions. Styles
watches them go.
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30 -
The Weight of Duty
INT. CHARLES RAYDON HOUSE - KITCHEN - NIGHT
SUPER:
CHARLES RAYDON'S KITCHEN - DAY 5
CHARLES (41) an ex-Marine, now a Walla Walla County Sheriff
is tired, the hours have been long since the attack. His
broad shoulders droop as he sits, in uniform, at the table,
coffee cup before him. He is a man devoted to duty, so as
other officers have left their post, he remains.
ANNE (39) is a small woman but a pillar of strength to
Charles. She married a war weary Marine and help mold him
into a loving husband and caring father.
ANNE
The boys are asleep. Joseph
complained that he was getting tired
of venison.
Charles stares into his cup.
CHARLES
He's lucky we had a good hunt last
year. Lot's of others are eating
bread right now.
ANNE
I gave some of our meat to that older
couple up the street.
CHARLES
The wife has dialysis doesn't she.
Anne pulls a chair and sits across from Charles.
ANNE
Yes, it's tough.
Charles looks up at her.
CHARLES
Seven. Jake and Sly didn't make it
in.
ANNE
Cops have families too. You have us.
Charles stares into his cup.
CHARLES
When the law stops showing up, it's a
bad sign for everyone.
The two sit still. Both know the question that needs to be
asked. Neither wanting to ask it. Anne reaches across the
table and places her hand on his.
ANNE
When do we decide?
Charles looks up.
CHARLES
Soon. Has to be soon.
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31 -
Unauthorized Landing
INT. C-17 GLOBEMASTER - COCKPIT - NIGHT
SUPERIMPOSE:
C-17 GLOBEMASTER EN-ROUTE TO MACAU – DAY 5
Inside the cockpit, warning lights flash as the airport
tower continues shouting over the radio.
TOWER (V.O.)
Unidentified military aircraft, stop
immediately! You are not cleared to
land!
The pilots ignore them.
EXT. MACAU INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – NIGHT
The wheels of a C-17 GLOBEMASTER slam onto the runway. The
aircraft bounces once. Brakes scream. Emergency vehicles
with lights FLASHING race toward the runway.
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32 -
Good Hunting
INT. C-17 GLOBEMASTER – CONTINUOUS
Operators wait in their vehicles with weapons loaded and
engines running. The aircraft hasn't stopped before the rear
ramp begins lowering.
The plane stops and dust swirls into the cargo bay. Rangers
rushes down the ramp. Outside, emergency vehicles approach
the aircraft.
A brief burst of gunfire as tracers split the air. Tires
screech as the vehicles slam on their brakes.
RANGER COMMANDER (V.O.)
Clear to go, Major. Good hunting.
Styles slaps the dashboard.
STYLES
Move.
With Chaffey driving and Styles riding shotgun, the Infantry
Squad Vehicle (ISV) surges forward. The three others follow.
EXT. AIRPORT ACCESS ROAD – NIGHT
The convoy races away from the aircraft.
Behind them, the Rangers establish blocking positions on
both approaches to the runway.
The C-17 is pivoting on the on the tarmac.
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33 -
Breach at the Consulate
EXT. MACAU BRIDGE – NIGHT
The convoy tears across the illuminated bridge toward the
city.
Traffic parts before them as the drivers they pass stare in
disbelief at armed American soldiers with machine guns as
military vehicles race through Macau.
Styles glances right and sees elderly Chinese couple in a
Toyota staring at him. Instinctively, Styles waves. The
woman smiles and waves back.
The convoy disappears into the night.
EXT. CHINESE CONSULATE – NIGHT
As the convoy approaches the consulate one ISV peels away
and disappears into the parking garage. The other vehicles
crash through the entrance gate and spread across the plaza.
The 50-CALIBER machine gun opens fire. THOOMP-THOOMP-THOOMP.
Glass explodes and the revolving doors disintegrate. Chinese
security personnel scramble for cover.
DELTA TEAM ALPHA and DELTA TEAM BRAVO with Styles leading,
leap from the vehicles AND storm through the shattered
entrance.
SEAL operators remain outside. Establishing security.
Covering the approaches.
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34 -
The Consulate Breach
INT. CHINESE CONSULATE – ATRIUM – NIGHT
Gunfire echoes as Delta operators move rapidly through the
debris. Chinese security agents appear. They fall one by one
as the Americans keep moving.
When they reach the escalators automatic fire erupts from
above. Chinese regulars emerge on the third floor. The
Americans dive, pinned as rounds hammer marble and glass.
EXT. CONSULATE – CONTINUOUS
A SEAL .50-cal gunner spots the firing positions and swings
the weapon upward. THOOMP-THOOMP-THOOMP. The upper windows
explode inward and the Chinese soldiers scatter.
Delta Alpha and Delta Bravo quickly move up the escalators.
INT. CONSULATE MEZZANINE – CONTINUOUS
The 50-cal ceases fire and the momentary opening is enough
for Delta Alpha and Delta Bravo to surge across the
mezzanine and approach the sky-bridge.
The soldiers push deeper into the building.
STYLES
Delta Charlie, where are you?
DELTA CHARLIE ACTUAL (COMMS)
Parking garage secure. Moving to your
position.
STYLES
Get here.
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35 -
The Old One-Two
INT. CONSULATE RESIDENCE HALLWAY – NIGHT
Delta Charlie emerges from the east stairwell as Delta Alpha
and Delta Bravo secure the west hallway and the sky-bridge.
With both ends of the residence floor covered, the objective
is trapped with no way out. Delta operators stack along the
hallway and begin breaching door after door.
Rooms are full of terrified consulatee staff but not who
they're looking for. Chaffey, Delta Charlie Actual, move
toward another door. Chaffey raises a hand.
Then, CRACK-CRACK-CRACK. Rounds blast through the door.
Chaffey is thrown backward and hits the floor hard.
STYLES
Back! Back!
Operators drag Chaffey behind cover. One round struck his
armor and another tore through his upper arm. A medic goes
to work. Chaffey grimaces and looks at Styles.
CHAFFEY
Looks like we found him, Major.
Styles nods.
STYLES
I need him alive.
CHAFFEY
Then don't hit that door first.
Chaffey points at one of his operators.
Ten feet down the hallway. Breaching
charge on the wall.
He points at another, then grimaces as the medic cinches the
tourniquet tight.
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
Shotgun on the lock.
Styles immediately understands.
STYLES
The old one-two.
CHAFFEY
Exactly.
Chaffey signal to the operator down the hall, thumbs up.
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
Wall first. Door second.
A beat as the operators prepare the charges.
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
Execute.
BOOM! Wall breach.
CHAFFEY (INTO MIC)
Execute.
BOOM! Shotgun breach.
CHAFFEY
Execute.
Delta floods the room with rapid gunfire. Muzzle flashes.
Shouting. Then silence. A moment later—
DELTA CHARLIE SOLDIER
Target secured!
Styles enters. Three dead MSS operatives lie scattered
across the room. MIN-JUN kneels on the floor. Alive.
Handcuffed.
STYLES
(into his mic)
Package acquired. Begin exfil.
The assault force withdraws with Min-jun toward the bridge.
They move fast, they move together with MIN-JUN in the
center.
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36 -
Under Siege
INT. CONSULATE - SKY-BRIDGE – CONTINUOUS
Gunfire met the task force as they approached the tower-side
of the sky-bridge wounding two operators and forcing a
retreat back into the bridge interior.
STYLES (cont'd)
Echo Actual, do you have a target at
the west end of the bridge.
EXT. CONSULATE PLAZA - NIGHT
Looking toward the atrium, MUZZLE FLASHES can be seen but no
shooters.
ECHO ACTUAL
Negative. No targets.
Echo Actual looks down the street at the flashing police
vehicle light.
ECHO ACTUAL (cont'd)
Major we have quite a crowd of police
gathering.
STYLES (V.O.)
Any threats?
ECHO ACTUAL
Not yet. Holding positions.
STYLES (V.O.)
Good, just hold them off.
Two military trucks are seen crossing a distant bridge.
ECHO ACTUAL
We have Chinese military vehicles in
sight.
STYLES (V.O.)
How many?
ECHO ACTUAL
At least two troop trucks. More
behind them.
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Desperate Flank
INT. CONSULATE SKY-BRIDGE - CONTINUOUS
Chaffey cautiously moves forward and peeks around the end of
the skybridge wall. CRACK-CRACK-CRACK-CRACK! Automatic fire
erupts. Glass explodes. He dives backward.
A hallway toward the center of the Mezzanine is occupied by
Chinese regulars intent on holding the Americans in place
until reinforcements arrive.
CHAFFEY
Chinese regulars!
STYLES
How many?
CHAFFEY
Enough. Whatever we're doing, we need
to do it now.
STYLES
Understood.
A Delta operator risks a look and immediately ducks back.
Another burst of gunfire.
DELTA OPERATOR
They're tucked in the hallway!
Another burst.
A round punches through the glass inches above Min-jun's
head, he flinches. Styles glances back toward the atrium
studying the situation.
CHAFFEY
Major!
Styles turns. Chaffey presses a hand against his bleeding
arm and grimaces.
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
That hallway flanks them.
He points at a hallway across the open mezzanine. Styles
follows his gaze. In front of them was two hundred feet of
polished marble completely exposed to the Chinese.
STYLES
That's a long run, Captain.
CHAFFEY
We could make it if we can keep their
heads down.
Styles says nothing. He's listening.
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
Have the fifty hit their position,
but high.
(MORE)
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
Then Charlie runs the floor under the
fire. Gets to their flank, then we
hit them from two directions.
STYLES
You trust the 50 gunner to keep it
above you. That's a long run.
CHAFFEY
He has to. I owe him money from the
card game on the ride out. Besides
with those trucks on their way say
we're out of options.
Another burst tears through the bridge and glass rains onto
the floor.
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
If those reinforcements get here
before we're out, this whole place
turns into a company sized fight.
A beat.
STYLES
Do it.
CHAFFEY
Charlie Actual to Echo Actual
sustained 50-cal burst at west end of
the bridge. Aim high and keep it
there.
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Covering Fire Extraction
INT. CONSULATE – MEZZANINE – CONTINUOUS
The 50-cal machine gun opens up on the Chinese soldier's
location. As they scramble for cover, Charlie Team bursts
from cover running under the live fire.
Full sprint across open marble they reach the hallway on the
other side of the Chinese
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
Cease fire!
Charlie team takes aim.
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
Get ready Major. Go!
Charlie team opens up on the Chinese, now exposed from the
side.
Major Styles grabs Min-Jun and runs as Delta Bravo team fire
at the Chinese from the sky-bridge. As soon as Styles is
clear, Chaffey calls for the 50-cal again.
The 50 opens fire and Delta Bravo make the sprint.
CHAFFEY (cont'd)
Echo, We're on our way.
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The Reluctant Pursuit
EXT. CONSULATE PLAZA – CONTINUOUS
The SEAL outside swings the .50-caliber upward again.
THOOMP-THOOMP-THOOMP! The upper-floor windows explode
inward. Concrete and glass erupt through the hallway.
The Chinese soldiers duck.
STYLES
Go! Go! Go!
The Bravo team runs down the escalator toward the atrium
INT. CONSULATE – ATRIUM – CONTINUOUS
Delta Team Charlie breaks contact and falls in behind Bravo
and they sprint for the front of the building.
No cover. No concealment. Just speed. Rounds begin chasing
them across the floor. One operator stumbles but recovers
and keeps running out of the building.
As Styles, Min-jun, and Charlie squad scramble into the
vehicles, the machine guns on both vehicles rip apart the
atrium.
CHARLIE LEADER (COMMS)
All aboard, Major.
STYLES
Move! Move!
EXT. CONSULATE PLAZA – NIGHT
The convoy punches through the damaged gate. Macau police
scatter out of the way. The Chinese military trucks begin
pursuit.
EXT. BRIDGE TO AIRPORT – NIGHT
As the Americans race back toward the airport, the Chinese
trucks follow but never close. Never commit. Never attack.
INT. LEAD VEHICLE – CONTINUOUS
Chaffey watches the mirrors.
CHAFFEY
Looks like they don't want a fight.
Styles turns to see the Chinese trucks slowing.
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The Silent Escort
EXT. MACAU INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT – NIGHT
The C-17 waits. Engines screaming and the ramp lowered.
Ready. The convoy races aboard and operators dismount and
lock the vehicles down.
Outside the soldiers protecting the plane begin to board and
the ramp begins rising. Outside, the Chinese trucks stop at
the edge of the runway. Watching. Not firing. Not advancing.
INT. C-17 GLOBEMASTER – NIGHT
The C-17 thunders through the night sky over the South China
Sea. MIN-JUN sits shackled between two operators. Styles
stands near the rear cargo bay when a CREW CHIEF approaches.
CREW CHIEF
Major, pilot has something you should
see.
INT. C-17 FLIGHT DECK – CONTINUOUS
Styles steps into the cockpit. The PILOT points through the
side window.
PILOT
Chinese aircraft.
Styles follows his finger. Off the port side, two navigation
lights move through the darkness. Holding position. Matching
speed.
PILOT (cont'd)
Two fighters. About two miles out.
STYLES
Does our CAP have lock?
PILOT
Never got CAP, Major. Contingency
plan has them allocated to Middle
East. There was nothing available out
of Clark.
Styles studies the distant lights they aren't falling back.
Just pacing the C-17.
STYLES
Why aren't they closing?
PILOT
It's like escorting us out.
STYLES
Yeah, and that bothers me.
The pilot glances over.
STYLES (cont'd)
We just assaulted a Chinese
consulate. Kidnapped a North Korean
intelligence officer. Killed a room
full of their security, and they
escort us?
Neither man has an answer.
PILOT
I'll let you know if they change
behavior.
Styles nods.
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41 -
Fuel and Fire
EXT. RAYDON TRUCKING COMPANY - SUPPLY YARD - DAY
SUPERIMPOSE:
MICHAEL RAYDON'S TRUCK YARD - DAY 5
A chain-link gate stands open. The sign above the gate reads
"Raydon Trucking". It's mis-day and the sun is high but hazy
in the smoke.
MICHAEL RAYDON'S (47) old fuel truck rumbles heavily in the
yard, headlights cutting through the drifting smoke that
hangs over Spokane.
The truck is old. Mechanical. Built before everything relied
on computers. A portable fuel pump CHATTERS beside an
underground storage tank.
Michael stands on the truck catwalk watching the fuel gauge
slowly climb.
Attached to the hitch, a lowboy trailer is loaded with two
mud-covered UTVs, fuel cans, toolboxes, coolers, duffel
bags, and plastic storage bins all strapped down.
The distant southern skyline glows orange from a fire no is
trying to put out. Smoke rises slowly into the darkness.
Michael glances toward movement outside the fence.
Three LOCAL MEN stand near the open gate watching the truck.
Watching the fuel. One of them slowly starts walking closer.
MICHAEL
Can I help you?
The man keeps approaching casually.
LOCAL MAN
You selling any of that fuel.
Michael studies them. Their eyes keep drifting toward the
trailer. The truck. The fuel hose.
MICHAEL
There's a 5 gallon diesel can I left
by the shed. You're welcome to it.
The man stops a little closer than comfortable.
LOCAL MAN
Five gallons won't run my generator
for long and city's running dry.
Michael calmly reaches beneath his jacket and pulls a
pistol. Not threatening. Not dramatic. Just visible.
Michael hold the weapon along the seam of his pants while
standing above them on the catwalk.
The diesel engine rumbles loudly beneath him. For a moment
nobody moves.
MICHAEL
You are welcome to the five gallons,
friend. But that's all I can do for
you.
Then one of the other men mutters quietly to the Local Man.
The group exchanges looks.
LOCAL MAN
Alright. I'm obliged.
The man picks up the diesel can and The group slowly backs
away from the gate.
Michael watches until they disappear. Only then does he look
back at the fuel gauge. The pump suddenly CLUNKS loudly.
Empty.
Michael shuts it off and disconnects the hose. He scans the
street one more time. Then climbs into the truck cab.
The heavy diesel growls as he pulls out through the open
gate and disappears into the streets.
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42 -
The Last Lock
INT. MICHAEL RAYDON'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
TERRI RAYDON (44) moves quickly through the house like a
woman accustomed to organizing quick moves.
Duffel bags and suitcases sit near the front door.
HUDSON (13) carries blankets downstairs.
Outside, the DIESEL ENGINE rumbles loudly as Michael pulls
the truck in front of the house. Terri looks out the window.
The glow from distant fires reflects faintly off the clouds.
The front door opens. Michael steps inside smelling of
diesel fuel and smoke.
TERRI
Truck still runs?
MICHAEL
Better than most of the cars in town.
He kisses her quickly then scans the room.
MICHAEL (cont'd)
You boys ready?
HUDSON
Mostly.
Michael notices the cache of guns leaning against the wall
beside packed bags.
MICHAEL
Good thinking.
Terri shrugs slightly.
TERRI
We've ridden in these rodeos before.
Terri picks up a suitcase and squeezes through the door.
TERRI (cont'd)
How bad is it?
MICHAEL
Not quite Turkey bad but will be
soon.
TERRI
We had an embassy and military
transports out of there.
Michael points at the truck.
MICHAEL
There's your transport.
A distant SIREN echoes somewhere across Spokane.
EVAN RAYDON (7) appears at the bottom of the stairs carrying
a pillow.
EVAN
How long are we staying at Grandma's?
Terri brushes hair from his forehead.
TERRI
I don't know, sweetheart. Maybe a
while.
Evan thinks hard about that before he suddenly turns and
runs back upstairs. Michael and Terri exchange a quick
confused look.
A moment later Evan comes hurrying back carrying three books
against his chest.
EVAN
Grandma likes to read with me at
bedtime.
MICHAEL
Good thinking, buddy.
Terri’s expression breaks slightly. She gently pushes Evan
toward the truck.
TERRI
Get in the truck with your brother.
They step outside carrying the remaining items. Michael
shuts the door and starts to lock it with his keys. Then
puts them back in his pocket and turns toward Terri.
MICHAEL
Not much point.
Terri puts a hand on the doorknob and give it a push. Not as
sentiment but evaluation.
TERRI
No. Won't take much to kick it in.
May as well leave it unlocked.
MICHAEL
Wonder what will be left when we get
back?
TERRI
They're just things.
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43 -
Dead End and New Leads
INT. STYLES' MAKESHIFT OFFICE – CLARK AIR FORCE BASE – NIGHT
The room is little more than a converted storage office with
evidence recovered from Macau. Maps, photos, laptops, and
evidence bags.
One evidence bag contains a black comm device. A large
monitor displays satellite imagery. Styles sits behind a
folding table serving as a desk. Barnes stands nearby.
BARNES
We finished the first pass on Min-
jun's phone.
Styles looks up.
STYLES
And?
BARNES
Calls to Iran. Mostly IRGC personnel.
Major Shakoor is all over it.
Styles nods.
BARNES (cont'd)
No calls to Beijing. No military
contacts. No party officials.
Nothing.
STYLES
What about the laptop?
BARNES
Same story. Iran. Logistics.
Payments. Nothing that gets us
further up the food chain.
Styles leans back, disappointed then an analyst walks up
with the evidence bag containing the black comms device.
ANALYST
Major, you need to see this.
Styles takes it and looks it over.
CUT TO DEVICE SCREEN
A small black device with a narrow display.
Chinese characters for "Node connection lost — attempting to
reconnect" 11:53 glow across the screen.
BACK TO SCENE
ANALYST (cont'd)
The Korean had this. It just
activated.
STYLES
Translation?
ANALYST
As far as we can figure, it's trying
to call home.
STYLES
Any idea where home is?
The analyst shakes his head. A SATELLITE PHONE rings. Barnes
hands it to Styles.
BARNES
Colonel Anderson.
Styles answers.
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44 -
The Countdown Device
INT. BUCKLEY SPACE FORCE BASE – COMMAND CENTER – NIGHT
COLONEL ANDERSON stands before a wall of screens.
ANDERSON
Major, The initial report on Macau
sound good?
STYLES (V.O.)
Target secured. We're already
processing the intel.
Anderson nods.
ANDERSON
What did we get?
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Styles glances at Barnes.
STYLES
Not much. Iranian connections.
Nothing we didn't already suspect.
A beat.
STYLES (cont'd)
I am looking at the same comms device
that we recovered from Shakoor. It
just booted up on it's own about five
minutes ago. Trying to connect to a
network.
Anderson is immediately interested.
ANDERSON (V.O.)
What's on the screen Styles?
STYLES
Chinese characters and the numbers
eleven fifty-two.
A beat.
ANDERSON (V.O.)
You're on a twelve-hour countdown.
Styles looks at Barnes.
STYLES
What do you mean, Colonel?
ANDERSON (V.O.)
We found an RFID implant in Shakoor
when he was treated aboard the Mercy.
About the size of a grain of rice.
STYLES
An implant?
ANDERSON (V.O.)
At the time we didn't know what it
was for. After his comm device fried,
the techs took another look. Their
theory is the device was paired to
the implant.
STYLES
Separate them and it starts searching
for it.
ANDERSON (V.O.)
That's the theory.
STYLES
Got it.
ANDERSON (V.O.)
Twelve-hour countdown. Then it wipes
itself.
Styles glances at the device.
STYLES
How do you want us to proceed?
ANDERSON (V.O.)
I'm guessing Min-jun has the same
implant, get it close to him. The
countdown should stop. Then package
them both up and send them here.
STYLES
Yes, sir.
Styles hands the device to the Analyst.
STYLES (cont'd)
You copy that soldier?
The Analyst nods.
ANALYST
They will be on a flight as soon as
we can, Colonel.
The Analyst takes the device and leaves.
ANDERSON (V.O.)
One other thing. Shakoor finally gave
us something useful.
Styles listens.
ANDERSON (V.O.) (cont'd)
Plan was three days after the EMP,
coordinated bombings. Relief sites.
Distribution centers. They knew how
long it would take to start getting
aid in.
Styles sits up.
STYLES
I've heard the rumors.
ANDERSON (V.O.)
Not rumors. We were able to stop a
few. Missed others. Couldn't get word
out to locals quickly enough.
A beat.
ANDERSON (V.O.) (cont'd)
Shakoor says it was always part of
the plan. Hit the grid first. Hit the
survivors second after help started
arriving.
Styles thinks about that.
STYLES
That's why he kept asking how long
he'd been out.
ANDERSON (V.O.)
What?
STYLES
During the interrogation. He kept
asking how much time had passed.
A beat.
STYLES (cont'd)
He knew I was playing him.
Another beat.
STYLES (cont'd)
He was trying to figure out whether
the bombings had already happened.
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45 -
A Father's Vigil
INT. CARL'S RADIO ROOM – MORNING
SUPER:
RAYDON RANCH - CASCADE MOUNTAINS – DAY 6
Carl stands in front of a US Map, his hand is on the map,
his finger tapping near the site of the ranch. The map is
covered with push pins, and circled areas, some X'd over.
The HAM radio behind him is static. He picks up his coffee
cup to drink but it's empty.
Carl leaves the radio room for the kitchen as he crosses the
doorway to the breakfast sunroom, Ella is sitting and in
front of her is a coffee cup and an open Bible.
Ella doesn't look up.
INT. KITCHEN / BREAKFAST SUNROOM – MORNING – CONTINUOUS
ELLA
Did you sleep in there all night?
CARL
Can't say there was much sleeping
going on.
Carl stokes the potbelly stove in the sunroom then grabs the
camping coffee pot sitting on top of it and fills his cup.
Ella continues to look into her Bible.
ELLA
Any word from the kids?
CARL
Nothing yet. Going to be checking in
with Old Charlie next. He might have
some news.
Carl kisses Ella on the cheek and heads for the radio room,
coffee cup in hand.
He passes the large map, pauses and looks at the four pins
with labels attached, Michael, Charles, Faith, and CJ they
read.
The radio crackles to life.
OLD CHARLIE
Gunny Rock, you listening this
morning. This is Old Charlie for
Gunny Rock.
CARL
This is Gunny Rock, Charlie. Anything
from my kids?
OLD CHARLIE (V.O.)
Not yet. but I'll keep listening
every day at five like you asked.
Carl nods, disappointed.
CARL
Any other news?
OLD CHARLIE (V.O.)
Scuttle has it that a bunch of
National Guard aid stations got
attacked. Big cities like LA and New
York.
Connecting dots.
CARL
And Seattle, no doubt. Somebody hit
us good, Charlie, sounds like they
still are.
Carl stands, mic in hand, and examines the map, tracing
roads with his finger.
OLD CHARLIE (V.O.)
You got a kid in Seattle, right?
CARL
And a daughter just north in
Bellingham.
OLD CHARLIE
Gotta be gettin' sketchy in those
places.
CARL
Yep. Well, if my kids check in, tell
them I'll be listening here every
night at five.
OLD CHARLIE (V.O.)
Will do, Gunny.
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46 -
A Prayer for the Children
INT. KITCHEN / DINING AREA – MORNING
Carl steps from his radio room through the kitchen and into
the breakfast sunroom. He sits on the bench at the table,
his back to the window. His coffee cup cupped in his hands.
Ella walks in from the kitchen and sets scrambled eggs in
front of him. She pours more coffee.
CARL
Charlie hasn't heard anything
yet. I’ll check with Tumbleweed out
of Ellensburg after breakfast. If I
was younger...
ELLA
Well you're not so we're not going to
panic if we don't hear, Lord's done a
rather good job taking care of the
kids. Let’s try not to get too much
in his way.
The eat in silence with Ella sitting across from Carl. She
is facing the window that looks out toward the long
driveway. The sun is just breaking to the East
ELLA (cont'd)
Remember how you and the boys would
sit here and joke about how easy our
hillside would be to defend from the
zombie horde in the apocalypse?
(beat)
It always struck me as such silly
talk.
Her voice trails off. Carl reaches across and places his
calloused hand over hers.
CARL
Well, I don’t think we’ll have
zombies to worry about, but I have a
feeling that we might have to do some
defending.
Ella then places a hand atop his and Carl smiles at her.
CARL (cont'd)
Too bad, too, cause if I can't out
run the zombies, I'm pretty sure I
can still outrun you.
Ella slaps his hand but smiles. Then the smile goes away.
ELLA
I do wish we'd heard something.
Particularly from CJ and Faith. Those
places worry me.
CARL
They both got good heads. But, you're
right. It wouldn't hurt to ask the
Lord to take and extra look in on
'em.
Carl reaches across with his other hand a hold Ella's
CARL (cont'd)
Lord, things aren't looking real
good, but You already know that.
Would You keep a close eye on the
kids and, if You would, please let
them come home safe.
Ella yanks her hands away.
ELLA
Look! Look!
Carl turns and looks out the window. A tanker truck pulling
a lowboy trailer is pulling in to the driveway.
CARL
(quietly)
Michael.
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47 -
The Silent Signal
INT. STYLES' MAKESHIFT OFFICE – CLARK AIR FORCE BASE – NIGHT
SUPER:
STYLES OFFICE - CLARK AFB – DAY 7
A soft knock at the door.
STYLES
Enter.
Barnes opens the door and enters.
BARNES
Major.
Styles looks up from his work.
STYLES
What've you got?
BARNES
Something strange off one of Min-
jun's guard's phones.
Styles motions for her to continue.
BARNES (cont'd)
Repeated calls. Same number. Same
geo-markers. Dozens of them
STYLES
Who was he calling?
BARNES
We don't know. It's a very remote
area.
Barnes drops a file on the desk. Styles studies the report.
STYLES
The guy from there?
BARNES
No village within a hundred miles of
the geo-tag. No connection we can
find.
A beat.
BARNES (cont'd)
But, the calls stopped a week before
the attack.
Styles thinks. That gets his attention.
STYLES
Get me everything you can on that
location.
BARNES
Already started.
She leaves. Styles stares at the report.
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Hallway Briefing
INT. CLARK AIR FORCE BASE – HALLWAY – DAY
Styles and Chaffey appraoch from opposite directs.
STYLES
Captain?
Chaffey stops.
CHAFFEY
Major.
STYLES
How's the arm?
CHAFFEY
Good. I'm heading for a refresher
course on breaching.
(smiles)
I must have missed the part about
ducking.
Styles smiles.
STYLES
Captain, training for a mission, you
want the terrain to match the target?
CHAFFEY
Affirmative. As close as possible.
(beat)
When things go bad—and they always
do—you don't want to be fighting the
terrain as well.
Styles absorbs that.
STYLES
Understood.
(beat)
Take care of that wing.
CHAFFEY
Yes, sir.
They continue in opposite directions.
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49 -
The Cascades Deception
INT. STYLES' MAKESHIFT OFFICE – DAY
The door swings open and Barnes enters and stands in the
middle of the doorway.
BARNES
(Proudly)
Pseudotsuga sinensis.
Styles looks up.
STYLES
Excuse me?
Barnes stands straight.
BARNES
Chinese Fir.
She steps toward Styles' desk and drops photographs. Styles
picks one up and sees tres.
STYLES
Trees?
BARNES
You asked for details.
Chaffey enters the office and joins Barnes at the desk.
Barnes spreads out satellite imagery and forestry reports.
BARNES (cont'd)
Chinese Fir. (points) River valley.
(points) Mountain terrain. (points)
Styles studies the images.
BARNES (cont'd)
Dropped in blindfolded and most
people couldn't tell the difference.
A beat.
STYLES
Difference in what?
BARNES
The difference between the Chinese
forest and the Pacific Cascades.
Styles stands and moves to the wall map. Barnes follows.
Styles circles the training location in China.
Then moves the marker across the Pacific to Washington State
and draws a circle around the Pacific Northwest Cascade
Mountains.
The room goes quiet. Styles looks at the map.
STYLES
They weren't training in China.
Beat.
STYLES (cont'd)
They were training in America.
Styles taps the circled area of the map.
INT. RAYDON RANCHHOUSE - RADIOROOM - DAY
SUPER:
RAYDON RANCH – DAY 7
Carl and Michael standing before a map of Washington State.
Michael traces a route from Seattle to the ranch.
He looks at Carl then taps the map.
FADE TO BLACK.
EPILOGUE
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50 -
Compromise Confirmed
EXT. CARGO SHIP IN VANCOUVER HARBOR - DAY
SUPER:
VANCOUVER HARBOR – DAY 7
Drone shot. Morning mist. Dense forest east of Vancouver.
The camera moves west. Forest. The suburbs. The the port
facilities.
Container ships. One particular cargo ship. The camera
descends. Lower. Lower. Toward the hull.
INT. CARGO SHIP HOLD
The light is dim with rows of weapons and soldiers cleaning
them and checking gear.
Two crates sit open nearby.
No dialogue. No exposition. No explanation. Just
preparation.
On a makeshift table—
A black comm device sits, dark. Silent.
Then—
VIBRATE. The screen illuminates. It reads-
COMPROMISE CONFIRMED. AMERICAN TASK FORCE ACTIVE. PROCEED
TO PHASE II.
A hand reaches into frame and picks up the device. The man
studies the message. Then looks up.
COL. GUAN CHAO.
CUT TO BLACK.
END OF EPISODE.