XFADE TO. EXT-NEW YORK CITY, FUTURE TENSE, NIGHT: The city has become a massive conglomerate of East, Atlantic coast cities stretching as far North as Toronto and Montreal. This part of the Super City is, what was called, New York City. At this moment it is raining and storming. Futuristic helicopters circle the air above the city. One helicopter darts into frame. On it is written NYPD, NY78300.
CUT TO. INT-CHOPPER, NIGHT: The pilots are speaking with someone sitting behind them.
PILOT 1
We've got him. Dispatch says he's held up in a crappy little hotel five miles South of here.
A woman in her mid thirties leans forward. This is Officer NICOLE ERICSON. She is an obviously tough cookie. She has dark hair tied tight in a bun behind her head, tanned skin to suggest a mixed ethnic background and she is currently donning an NYPD jacket.
NICOLE
That's still our jurisdiction?
PILOT 2
Sure is.
NICOLE
Alright Douggie, let's get the fucker.
She cocks a pistol.
CUT TO. EXT-ROOFTOP, NIGHT: The chopper lands on the roof. Nicole steps out. She now has with her an automatic rifle. The pilot nearest to her looks out his window.
PILOT 1
Nick this is fucking nuts!! You can't go in there by yourself!!
NICOLE
Can and will! Just call for backup, tell them where I am!
Nicole begins moving towards a door.
PILOT 1
NICOLE!!!
NICOLE
I want this one Douggie! I owe it to him!!!
CUT TO. INT-CHOPPER, NIGHT: The pilots look at each other.
PILOT 2
Well?
PILOT 1
Call dispatch, tell em where she is.
PILOT 2
Alright.
CUT TO. EXT-ROOFTOP, NIGHT: The chopper lifts off.
CUT TO. INT-STAIRWELL, NIGHT: A door bursts open and Nicole steps in. She quickly shakes her head to scatter the dripping rain off. She looks around, all the lights are out. She takes a pair of goggles off the gun and puts them on.
CUT TO. 1ST PERSON POV, NICOLE: What she sees is the hotel hallways lit up in night vision.
CUT TO. INT-HALLWAYS, NIGHT: Nicole stands at the end of a hall. She peers further down the corridors when she hears a woman's screams.
NICOLE
Oh shit.
Nicole begins to run in the probable direction of the scream. She tries to maintain her composure as she hurls down the hall. Nicole comes to a dead stop at a barely closed door. She begins to open the door with the barrel of her gun. She looks into the room which is lit with makeshift floodlights. Nicole takes off her goggles.
CUT TO. EXT-STREETS, NIGHT: The police swarm the building. Out of one chopper steps a poorly dressed, but tough looking police captain MOORE. He stares down one of the nearby lieutenants.
MOORE
Charlston!
A scruffy, plainclothsed lieutenant rushes over.
CHARLSTON
Sir?
MOORE
Keep me happy, tell me Ericson didn't go in.
CHARLSTON
I can't do it sir.
MOORE
Do what?
CHARLSTON
Keep you happy.
MOORE
FUCK!!!
CUT TO. INT-HOTEL ROOM, NIGHT: Nicole steps forward with a fire in her eye. In front of her is a four poster bed. On the bed is a young, naked woman, bloodied and bruised but alive. Sitting behind her with the woman's head in his lap is a man about the same age as Nicole. This man is wearing a pair of nice shoes, dress pants, a white undershirt stained with blood and the woman's panties draped around his neck like a demented scarf. This is RANDALL WHITECASTLE, serial killer. He is holding a small blade to the woman's neck. He looks up at Nicole who has had him in her sights for a while now.
NICOLE
Realise, shitbag, you have nowhere to go. I am going to be honest with you. Kill her, you're fucked, try to kill me, you're fucked, run, you got it. The only way out of this in one piece is to surrender your weapon and come downstairs with me.
Randall looks down at the woman who has been silently weeping all this time.
RANDALL
I think those were the exact words Ritchie said to me. Right before I got the idea to send his dick to you in a paper bag. You two were fucking, right?
NICOLE
Last chance.
Randall looks up at her.
RANDALL
That's all that life is bitch, just a series of last chances.
He cuts the woman's cheek.
RANDALL
Whadda,
He cuts her other cheek.
RANDALL
Coulda,
He aims to cut her throat. Nicole aims up and fires one shot into his shoulder. Randall slumps back and falls on to the floor. Nicole rushes over and starts beating the shit out of him. A SWAT team bursts into the room. They see Nicole beating on Randall and pull her off. She tries to escape and manages to kick Randall in the face before she gives up. The SWAT guys let her go. Nicole looks at Randall, who she has rendered a bloody pulp.
NICOLE
Shoulda.
The SWAT guys escort her out.
CUT TO. INT-CHOPPER, NIGHT: The pilots are speaking with someone sitting behind them.
PILOT 1
We've got him. Dispatch says he's held up in a crappy little hotel five miles South of here.
A woman in her mid thirties leans forward. This is Officer NICOLE ERICSON. She is an obviously tough cookie. She has dark hair tied tight in a bun behind her head, tanned skin to suggest a mixed ethnic background and she is currently donning an NYPD jacket.
NICOLE
That's still our jurisdiction?
PILOT 2
Sure is.
NICOLE
Alright Douggie, let's get the fucker.
She cocks a pistol.
CUT TO. EXT-ROOFTOP, NIGHT: The chopper lands on the roof. Nicole steps out. She now has with her an automatic rifle. The pilot nearest to her looks out his window.
PILOT 1
Nick this is fucking nuts!! You can't go in there by yourself!!
NICOLE
Can and will! Just call for backup, tell them where I am!
Nicole begins moving towards a door.
PILOT 1
NICOLE!!!
NICOLE
I want this one Douggie! I owe it to him!!!
CUT TO. INT-CHOPPER, NIGHT: The pilots look at each other.
PILOT 2
Well?
PILOT 1
Call dispatch, tell em where she is.
PILOT 2
Alright.
CUT TO. EXT-ROOFTOP, NIGHT: The chopper lifts off.
CUT TO. INT-STAIRWELL, NIGHT: A door bursts open and Nicole steps in. She quickly shakes her head to scatter the dripping rain off. She looks around, all the lights are out. She takes a pair of goggles off the gun and puts them on.
CUT TO. 1ST PERSON POV, NICOLE: What she sees is the hotel hallways lit up in night vision.
CUT TO. INT-HALLWAYS, NIGHT: Nicole stands at the end of a hall. She peers further down the corridors when she hears a woman's screams.
NICOLE
Oh shit.
Nicole begins to run in the probable direction of the scream. She tries to maintain her composure as she hurls down the hall. Nicole comes to a dead stop at a barely closed door. She begins to open the door with the barrel of her gun. She looks into the room which is lit with makeshift floodlights. Nicole takes off her goggles.
CUT TO. EXT-STREETS, NIGHT: The police swarm the building. Out of one chopper steps a poorly dressed, but tough looking police captain MOORE. He stares down one of the nearby lieutenants.
MOORE
Charlston!
A scruffy, plainclothsed lieutenant rushes over.
CHARLSTON
Sir?
MOORE
Keep me happy, tell me Ericson didn't go in.
CHARLSTON
I can't do it sir.
MOORE
Do what?
CHARLSTON
Keep you happy.
MOORE
FUCK!!!
CUT TO. INT-HOTEL ROOM, NIGHT: Nicole steps forward with a fire in her eye. In front of her is a four poster bed. On the bed is a young, naked woman, bloodied and bruised but alive. Sitting behind her with the woman's head in his lap is a man about the same age as Nicole. This man is wearing a pair of nice shoes, dress pants, a white undershirt stained with blood and the woman's panties draped around his neck like a demented scarf. This is RANDALL WHITECASTLE, serial killer. He is holding a small blade to the woman's neck. He looks up at Nicole who has had him in her sights for a while now.
NICOLE
Realise, shitbag, you have nowhere to go. I am going to be honest with you. Kill her, you're fucked, try to kill me, you're fucked, run, you got it. The only way out of this in one piece is to surrender your weapon and come downstairs with me.
Randall looks down at the woman who has been silently weeping all this time.
RANDALL
I think those were the exact words Ritchie said to me. Right before I got the idea to send his dick to you in a paper bag. You two were fucking, right?
NICOLE
Last chance.
Randall looks up at her.
RANDALL
That's all that life is bitch, just a series of last chances.
He cuts the woman's cheek.
RANDALL
Whadda,
He cuts her other cheek.
RANDALL
Coulda,
He aims to cut her throat. Nicole aims up and fires one shot into his shoulder. Randall slumps back and falls on to the floor. Nicole rushes over and starts beating the shit out of him. A SWAT team bursts into the room. They see Nicole beating on Randall and pull her off. She tries to escape and manages to kick Randall in the face before she gives up. The SWAT guys let her go. Nicole looks at Randall, who she has rendered a bloody pulp.
NICOLE
Shoulda.
The SWAT guys escort her out.