BLACK AND WHITE VISUAL SETTING FLASHBACK JULY 4TH 1979

INT. WILSON HOUSEHOLD. HEX-VILLE

INT. MARY WILSON

Laying dead on the floor, bloodied with several fractures.

Brief flashback of her happily tending to Harry on his Seventh Birthday.

INT. JONATHAN WILSON

Also Deceased. Laying mortally wounded and bludgeoned.

Brief flashback of him fishing with Harry.

INT. HARRY WILSON

The Eighteen year old, cradelling his dying mother in his arms and crying out.

Monday

September 11th

1995

INT. APARTMENT BEDROOM.

INT. HARRY WILSON

The Thirty Four Year Old Bachelor, jolts up from a Nightmare. A terrifying past memory, that's left it's mark. He is perspiring strongly, with the haunting images, that remind him of what he lost. He wipes his face and scours the dark room, with the sound of partial noise of the early morning hustle and bustle of Manhattan. It takes him a while to realize, where he is and he takes a few deep breaths and lays back down, calming himself. He stares up at the ceiling, still holding the scars that have stayed with him for Sixteen Years.

EARLY MORNING.

BATHROOM - SHOWER.

INT. HARRY WILSON - CLOSE UP.

Harry stands under the Hot Steaming Water, leaning against the wall, with his eyes closed. It's almost as if, he's got something troublesome on his mind. Possibly, the dream he had.

INT. KITCHEN. TELEVSION.

The Intro to the talk show Sally Jessy Raphael is starting.

INT. HARRY WILSON.

He is sat down, dressed smartly in a Blue Shirt and Tie. Eating toast and drinking Coffee.

Suddenly the phone rings, which is hung up on a wall pillar. Harry gets up and answers it.

HARRY

Hello?

New Jersey born, Thirty Two Year Old, Steven Whittaker is on the other end of the line. Harry's best friend and work colleague.

STEVE

Don't be late now will ya?

(O.S.)

Harry chuckles at Steven's insinuation.

HARRY

I'm a professional. What do you take me for?

STEVE

Just to remind you, your meeting with Michael Hammond, the Executive Director Of Port Authority at Eight Thirty. Which is...ooohh - Twenty Minutes from now.

Harry freezes momentarily, realizing he forgot. He looks at his watch. It's reads 08:10 am. He panics, knowing how important, his meeting is with somebody in high position.

HARRY

Holy shit. I'll be right there.

Harry quickly slams the phone down, turns the T.V. off and grabs a large poster, like Schematic drawing and places it inside a round cardboard hoop and puts a lid on it. Harry grabs a his work bag and throws it over his shoulder and hurries out the Apartment.

EXT. CLEAR BLUE SUNNY DAY - MANHATTAN

EXT NEW YORK SYLINE

A vast of spectacular Skyscrapers, covering a densley populated Metropolis.

EXT. WORLD TRADE CENTERS

Twin Towers - two of the World's tallest Financial Buildings - sour above the rest. The North Tower has a Spire Antenna, stands at 1, 730 feet in total. The South Tower is approximately at 1,362 feet.

To the West of Manhattan is the Hudson River and to the East - East River.

EXT. BROOKLYN BRIDGE

A hybrid cable- Stayed Bridge, spanning East River , between the boroughs of Manhattan and Brooklyn.

EXT. BATTERY PARK.

A Twenty Five acre public area, with many trees condensed around the New York Harbour.

EXT. STEVEN WHITTAKER.

Light Brown Haired, Blue eyed, Thirty Two Year Old, standing in a grey suit and blue tie. He glances at his watch several times. He appears frustrated by Harry's punctuality at this point.

EXT. MICHAEL HAMMOND

A Bald man in his mid fifties, standing across from Steven.

Steven sighs loudly, looking at his watch once more. He then acts like there is no issue and intends to remain calm in front of Hammond.

STEVE

He'll be here.

Michael does not acknowledge Stevens assurance. Then Steven seems to recognize somebody running down the walk way.

EXT. HARRY WILSON

He runs along the path, almost get knocked down by a Cyclist. He has his Schematics with him.

Steve breathes a sigh of relief, that Harry has eventually turned up.

STEVE

About fu-

(hesitating)

Here he is.

Michael looks to Steve in bemusement, by the way he's acting. Harry meets with the two men, out of breath, but catching once he stops.

HARRY

Sorry. I got here as fast as I could.

MICHAEL

Nice to see a man staying in shape. How's things Harry?

Steve looks confused, as it appears Michael Hammond knows Harry.

STEVE

You two know each other?

Harry puffs his cheeks.

HARRY

Well, he called me, by my first name. I guess so.

Harry and Michael shake hands.

HARRY

Hey, Mike.

MICHAEL

I hear you have something to impress me with.

Harry laughs a little, hoping to impress the business man.

HARRY

Well, it's a proposition. Something that will benefit the City and the Outer limits.

MICHAEL

What do you have in mind?

A WHILE LATER.

EXT. PARK TABLE AND BENCH.

Under a large Tree, in the shade.

EXT. SCHEMATICS.

A design of three Bridges splitting off from Manhattan.

EXT. HARRY

Opening the Schematic's across the wooden surface. He sits down with optimism.

EXT. M. HAMMOND.

The Port Authority Executive leans against the table, intrigued by Harry's enthusiasm.

EXT. S. WHITTAKER

Eating a Breakfast sandwich, sitting across from Harry and Michael.

Harry delivers his intensions for his project.

HARRY

The New Jersey and New York Triangular Split.

(pointing at the Design)

STEVE

Basically Bridges.

(interrupts)

Harry hesitates, pulling an annoyed expression at Steve. Steve notices how unimpressed Harry is and allows him to continue.

HARRY

This first double sided Highway, will following down Upper Bay, between the Statue Of Liberty and Governors Island. A few miles after Governors Island, the Bridge will spit off, into two different directions. The first split will head into the direction of Bay Ridge, which will of course, making a quicker day out to Brighton Beach. The second will head South West over to Bayonne and meet the Bayonne Crossing, going into New Jersey. In all directions, commuting duration will be a lot quicker. Especially, for those ging to and from John F Kennedy airport.

Michael stands wide eyed and gulps. He looks to Steve Whittaker, who finishes, eating his breakfast and shrugs. Harry waits patiently, but feeling confident. Michael scratches his notices and puffs. He turns back to Steve.

MICHAEL

You two not doing this together.

Steve holds his hands up, acting defensively. He suspects this is a crazy idea.

STEVE

Mr Hammond, this was Harry's idea. If he wants the glory let him have it. I'll stick to building apartments for Lo -Bo's and Zipheads. I have confidence in him.

(starting chuckle)

But, if he wants to build an a river eyesore, that's his choice...

(hesitates)

Obviously your choice, the Mayors and the public.

Harry grunts.

HARRY

Thanks for the confidence Steven.

(sarcastically)

STEVE

That's what friends are for.

Michael stutters a little trying to get his words. He doesn't whether to laugh, cry or shake Harry's hand.

MICHAEL

I'm really intrigued by your enthusiasm Harry. Don't get me wrong.

Harry's face drops from optimistic to suspected disappointment.

HARRY

But?

MICHAEL

You're thinking like, a hundred years ahead. We already have connections of crossing between Manhattan, New Jersey and Long Island. Tunnels too.

HARRY

Yeah, but people get claustrophobic in tunnels.

STEVE

You see, Mr Hammond, he even considers Mental Health, in this situation. And what if one of those underground tunnels cave in, everyone will drown.

Harry has reached maximum point to Steve's interruption. Harry starts getting angry.

HARRY

I'll be suffering from Mental Health, if you don't stop interrupting. Shut..the fuck up.

Steven backs down.

STEVE

Sorry. Over to you.

Harry sarcastically smirks.

HARRY

Thank you.

(turning back to Michael)

I didn't grow up in New York. I grew up State in a Suburban area near Buffalo. Cosy place. People were laid back, didn't like change. Folk knew more of the people that lived in the town, than the people that weren't local. Maybe those folk, that live on Long Island or certain areas of New Jersey are sick of staring at the view or taking the long road. It's possible they may want to spend more time here, than looking or being stuck in traffic.

MICHAEL

This city has over Seven Million people Harry. Different people -Cultures - from all over the World come here every second, every day of the year. What more do we want?

Harry stands up, feeling passionate about his intensions and insists on not giving up.

HARRY

A hundred Years advancement, maybe. It may not seem much, but a few more million people in or out of Manhattan, will add a few more Millions into our associates bank accounts. Don't you agree?

Michael taps Harry on the shoulder, in partial agreement.

MICHAEL

Yeah, you are thinking ahead..quite wisely.

Michael glances at one more time at the Schematics. He clicks his fingers at Harry, trying to give him some peace at mind.

MICHAEL

Well, this will come down to a public vote. We'll set up a meeting with the Mayor, Senator Cole, who I believe is an old friend of your fathers from Hex-Ville. The Governor will have a brain freeze on this. Leave it with me. It is my decision, but I have to follow procedure.

HARRY

I understand.

Michael and Harry shakes and Michael taps him on the shoulder.

MICHAEL

I'll be in touch.

Michael Hammond heads over, taking in all the information in mind, of what Harry explained to him. Harry in a sense feels a little embarrassed by what he's proposing to do. Steve walks around the table to his best friend and offers some comfort. Steve puts his hand on the back on Harry's neck, as they watch Hammond walk out of the park. Harry feels some sort of frustration as well. He wants to succeed.

HARRY

I feel stupid.

STEVE

It's the thought that counts.

HARRY

It's a multi million dollar fuck up on the cards.

STEVE

It's like you've already excepted defeat.

Harry shrugs, with a dim expression.

HARRY

Maybe.

STEVE

Lets think big my friend. You were born to succeed. Who knows. Your bachelor day maybe over.

HARRY

...Yeah.