EXT. RACCOON CITY - DAY

SUPER the legend: "RACCOON CITY, COLORADO. 2 MONTHS LATER.

A stereotypical, all American town with cute little houses, green trees and and a few skyscrapers sticking out in the middle. Big mountains can be seen in the background.

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INSERT - OFFICE TABLE

A tabloid newspaper drops from onto the table's smooth surface. The front headline sticks out like a sore thumb: CANNIBALISTIC CULT DISCOVERED OUT IN THE OUTSKIRTS OF RACCOON CITY.

Another tabloid newspaper drops on top of the other one. The headline reads: HORROR IN RACCOON! MORE VICTIMS ARE DEAD! (A CANNIBALISTIC OCCULT MAY BE TO BLAME.)

WOMAN

(o.s.)

What. The. Fuck.

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INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - OFFICE - DAY

JILL VALENTINE, in her early twenties and very beautiful, stands in front of a table, very angry. She is wearing a uniform, which is a cross between a police one and a military one. It has an ensign on the sleeve consisting of three stars and S.T.A.R.S. Written below.

Sitting behind the table, with his feet on it, is ALBERT WESKER. He is in his late thirties, well tanned and has a mysterious smirk on his face. He is also wearing a S.T.A.R.S. Uniform and never takes off his dark sunglasses.

JILL

How did this information

leak out?

Wesker lowers his feet to the ground and picks up the newspapers. He looks at them for a second, then throws them into the trash bin.

WESKER

What's wrong with it?

JILL

I think you should rephrase

that question. What is not

wrong with that article! All

the information is completely

exaggerated and taken out of

context.

WESKER

The press was getting

restless and Chief Irons

told me to give them

something to gnaw on.

JILL

Wesker, they should amputate

your tongue. You gave them

too much information! And

some of it is not even one

hundred percent positive.

WESKER

Hey, I only told them the

working theories, okay? I

can't be held accountable

if a few tabloid magazines

exaggerated minor details.

JILL

Does Enrico know about this?

WESKER

Why should he?

JILL

He is also in command.

WESKER

Second in command, mind

you. I am the captain of

the S.T.A.R.S.

JILL

Well, he will know now.

Jill storms out of the office, as Wesker grins.

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INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY

Jill is rushing down the empty hall, when A HAND grabs her.

Jill gasps, turns around and her look of surprise is replaced with a look of annoyance.

JILL

Oh, Chris, it is you.

CHRIS REDFIELD, lean muscular, handsome is the one who is holding Jill. He is also wearing a S.T.A.R.S. Uniform.

CHRIS

(releasing Jill's arm)

You seem in a hurry.

JILL

It's just that Wesker and

Irons blabbered to everyone

about the Arklay Murders.

"TOP SECRET," my ass!

CHRIS

Yeah, about that. I overheard

Enrico saying the Bravos are

going in first. Tonight.

JILL

They are sending the Bravo

team first?!

CHRIS

As far as I know.

JILL

Dammit, the press is gonna

have a field day. These

are the most violent and

mysterious serial killings

Raccoon City has seen in

years, and we are sending

in a S.T.A.R.S. Unit that

consists mostly of rookies.

Just awesome, ain't it?

CHRIS

What I am really worried

about is that girl,

Chambers is her name, I

think.

JILL

Chambers... Chambers...

Isn't she that eighteen

year old child genius

we got from a college

intern program?

CHRIS

Yeah. The only safe job

we had for her was a

medic. So...

JILL

(semi jokingly)

That's not fair. How come the

Bravos get the doctors?

CHRIS

Hey, you should be proud.

They thought so highly

of the Alphas, that they

considered us in no need

of a doctor.

JILL

Yeah, whatever. In any

case, the briefing is

in ten minutes. We better

get cracking.

They exit together down the hall.

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INT. POLICE DEPARTMENT - BRIEFING ROOM - DAY

All of the S.T.A.R.S. Memebers are gathered in the room. They are as follows, BARRY BURTON, A muscular giant of a man, with a funny looking red beard and hair. REBECCA CHAMBERS, barely eighteen. Her uniform is slightly different than the rest. It has lighter color, not as complicated and a giant red cross is on the back. Rebecca has a nervous look in her face, otherwise, she you your typical, attractive girl-next-door. RICHARD AIKIN, in his late twenties, muscular, with a receding hairline. FOREST SPYER, Same age as Chris, is Native American, with some tatoos, consisting mostly of naked women. His long hair are tied in a knot. There is KENNETH SULLIVAN, late forties, just as musculat as Barry, bald and the only African-American in the group. There are three more men. BRAD VIKERS, early thirties and with an extremely cowardly and nervous face. EDWARD DEWEY, in his mid-twenties, just as muscular as Barry, but taller. The last is KEVIN DOOLEY, somewhere in his late-thirties, and also built fairly well.

All of them, including Jill and Chris, are spread around the room, sitting behind college classroom-like desks.

Wesker is standing by a tribune, boasting the logo of Raccoon City Police Department. He is holding a remote, which is helping flip slides from a projecter.

Standing next to him is ENRICO MARINI, Hispanic and in his late forties.

The room is dark. The only light is tha coming from the projector.

WESKER

So far, the murders have

only occured at one area.

Around Victory Lake.

A picture comes on the white screen behind him. It is a map, showing greenery and a big, blue spot in the middle.

WESKER(CONT.)

The mission is to search

the area, perticulary the

old, abandoned mansion,

located in the very heart

of that part of the woods.

Brad raises his hand.

WESKER(CONT.)

Yes?

BRAD

Mansion?

ENRICO

I'll take that.

Wesker gives Enrico the remote and steps fown from the tribune, with Enrico taking his place.

Enrico clicks the remote and the the previous image is replaced by an old, black & white photogrpaph of a GIGANTIC, THREE-STORY MANSION.

ENRICO

The Spencer Mansion was

constructed in 1967 by

George Trevor, one of

the most famous architects

in American history.

Enrico clicks on the remote again and a black & white photogrpaph of a MIDDLE AGED MAN in a very expensive suit.

JILL

Hey, I heard about that guy.

Whatever happened to him?

ENNRICO

Not that that is relevant,

but nobody knows for sure.

Trevor, his wife, and their

daughter just disappeared

shortly after he completed

Lord Spencer's project and

was never heard from since.

Now, if we could get back

to the subject...

(flip's back to the mansion photo.)

Ozwell Spencer wanted the

estate to be a resort of sorts

for the higher-up employees

of the "Umbrella" corporation,

a company he and a few other

prominent billionaires own.

JOSEPH

You mean to tell us that the

the Spencer family owns that

fruity cosmetics company?

ENRICO

Shut up, Frost. Anyway,

The Spencer Estate was

condemned and shut down

in less than a year after

it opened and has been

abandoned since. There are

some speculations that the

Arklay Murderers might be

hiding there. Bravos,

inspecting the mansion is

our main goal in this mission.

Any questions?

(Jill raises her hand)

Yes?

JILL

Why was the mansion shut down?

WESKER

I'll take that one. You see,

George Trevor had a very

unhealthy passion for Edgar

Allan Poe and James Bond movies.

Unknown to Lord Spencer, he, for

reasons unknown to this day, had

build many booby traps. Most of

them were quite dealy. After a

third person got hurt from one

of Trevor's traps, the mansion

was deemed unlivable, and condemned.

JOSEPH

That Trevor was one sick fuck.

WESKER

Joseph, without the commentary,

please. Well, if there is no

more questions, we are done.

Enrico, take it from here.

Wesker quickly crosses to the door and exits.

ENRICO

Okay Bravos, its showtime. Let's

get cracking. Everything has to

be ready for tonight that we

could leave immediately.

The Bravos, which consists of Kevin, Forest, Rebecca, Sullivan, Dewey, and Aiken rise up and, together with Enrico exit.

JILL

I still say they should have

let us handle it first.

CHRIS

Jill, just move on already.

Jill sighs in annoyance.