by: Anson Fehross | January 18, 2003
NEXUS
Of course.
HITMAN
Good. Hold this.
He hands Nexus the duffel bag. He GRUNTS under the weight.
HITMAN
Wait here.
He moves around the side, into the shadows.
EXT. THE ENTRANCE TO THE AGENCY- NIGHT
The muscled doorman, with a noticeable handgun holstered at his side, yawns in the chilly night, his breath turning to steam.
We see, in the darkness to the side, a small green LIGHT turn on. The doorman is oblivious.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE AGENCY- DAY
The LIGHT emanates from the Hitmans illuminated wrist watch. It is 10:59 again. The LIGHT goes out, darkness overwhelming the alley.
We hear a GRATING sound and there is the slightest GLINT of garrote wire.
EXT. THE ENTRANCE TO THE AGENCY- NIGHT
The doorman SNIFFS in the cold before looking at his watch. He takes out the card from his pocket, turns and swipes it in the keypad. He punches the seven-digit number before stopping...
In the glass door's reflection, as it slides open, the Hitman steps into view. The wire slips over the doorman's throat before he can turn around. He struggles, twisting desperately, his fingers clawing at the wire. The card flies out of his hand into the Agency.
The Hitman viciously head butts the man in the back of the head, staggering him, but he stays on his feet. As the Hitman holds firm we see his watch, the seconds ticking away towards 15...
16...
17...
The Hitman GRUNTS as he tightens the wire even more, but the doorman struggles on. His mouth moves, a scream caught in his throat. His hand gropes for his pistol, the holster remaining buttoned, foiling his efforts.
22...
23...
The doorman staggers forward, trying to twist out of the wire, but the Hitman staggers with him, the wire still tightening.
The holster is unbuttoned by a frantic effort by the doorman.
26...
27...
The Hitman's eyes go wide as the doors start to move shut.
28...
The gun is upholstered by the doorman, raised up and twisted back.
The doors start to swing shut.
29...
The Hitman lets go of the wire and pushes forward violently, sending the doorman careening to the floor, in between the door's path.
30...
The doors SMASH into the doorman's skull, stopping their closure. His body jolts, shakes and finally stops moving.
The Hitman breathes out before frowning.
CUT TO:
INT. THE AGENCY LOBBY- NIGHT
We see highly polished shoes move along the tiled floor hurriedly. It is the relieving doorman who moves up from one side of the lobby, far out of view from the front doors.
DOORMAN #3
Mason?! Sorry I'm late buddy. McInnery was giving us all shit about the lock-down procedure.
He rounds a corner.
