

THE LAST WARRING ANGEL

A Screenplay

Jay Carvajal

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THE LAST WARRING ANGEL
EXT./INT. PRESIDENTIAL LIMOUSINE - DAY

SUPERIMPOSE: NOVEMBER 22, 1963

President Kennedy is smiling and waving to the CHEERING PEOPLE that line the streets.

The AUDIO slowly FADES OUT.

President Kennedy lurches forward, struck by a bullet from behind. His head explodes from the second bullet, throwing his body backwards.

SECRET SERVICE AGENTS scramble.

EXT. GRASSY KNOLL

Behind the fence on the knoll is a man dressed as a Police Officer named MICHAEL WALKER. He is a thirty year old white man, with short dark hair, six foot, two hundred pounds.

He quickly dismantles a rifle and places the pieces into a duffle bag, then walks to a car parked in an alley with its engine running.

SCREAMS can be heard as the AUDIO slowly FADES IN.

INT. PARKED CAR

Walker gets in, as the driver, ARTHUR STONE, shifts the car into gear and pulls out of the parking lot.

STONE

Did we do it?

WALKER

Yeah, looks like it, Stone. The target was hit twice...I took the head shot.

STONE

You and your damn head shots. I've never seen you miss. Must be a gift.

WALKER

Well, if it is a gift, it sure as hell ain't from God. Not after what we did here today...

Walker is quiet as they drive down the street. He is looking out the window at the buildings they pass by.

WALKER

(pause)

...I'll be honest with you...This was the toughest damn assignment I ever been on. And I ain't talking about the actual operation, I'm talking about who we had to take out.

STONE

(nods yes)

...Yeah. Well, Walker, we can't undo what we just did, so we're gonna have to live with it. No matter how hard that may be.

They drive down the street in silence.

EXT. PENTAGON - NIGHT

The building is lit up and buzzing with activity.

INT. PENTAGON CONFERENCE ROOM

Eight MEN, including Walker and Stone, are sitting quietly at a large conference table.

The door opens and in walks VICTOR WAYLAND, Director of Operations for the assassination. He is middle aged, medium height and build, with a very powerful and menacing aura that seems to darken the room.

Everyone immediately stands up out of respect.

WAYLAND

Please have a seat...

Everyone, including Wayland, sits down.

WAYLAND

I've just received confirmation that our mission was a success. I'd like to congratulate you all on a job well done...

Wayland opens his briefcase, then begins passing out files.

WAYLAND

As I'm sure you can understand I'm pressed for time, so let's get right to it. Here are your next assignments...

Each man finds the file with his name on it.

WAYLAND

Each assignment is for overseas and should last for six months to a year; long enough for things to settle down back here.

WALKER

(looking at his paperwork)

Vietnam? For a year? Mister Wayland, sir, I can't speak for the others, but I was hoping for a little time off after this op.

WAYLAND

Time off denied, Walker. We've got a green light now for the war to proceed full throttle. I need my best men over there.

Wayland stands and shuts his briefcase.

WAYLAND

(pause)

...I know a few of you questioned this operation. I understand killing our President wasn't an easy thing to do...I'm not authorized to tell you what the reasoning was for this op, but I want you all to know that the retiring of President Kennedy was done for the best interest of our country and that someday you will understand why this had to be done...

Wayland starts to walk for the door.

WAYLAND

Well, gentlemen, as I said, I'm very pressed for time. Good luck in your next assignments. I'll be in contact with you shortly...

Wayland exits the room.

Stone looks at Walker, who is staring off into space.

STONE

...Hey, man, you okay?

WALKER

Just thinking about what we did today.

STONE

You cool with it?

WALKER

(pause)

...I guess I have to be. C'mon, we got a plane to catch.

They get up and walk out the door.

EXT. JUNGLE IN VIETNAM - NIGHT

SUPERIMPOSE: EIGHT MONTHS LATER

There is a small camp set up at the base of a mountain range.

INT. TENT

Walker is asleep on his cot, obviously having a bad dream. His MOANS awaken Stone, on the cot beside him. He reaches out and nudges Walker's shoulder.

STONE

Hey, buddy, wake up...

Walker reacts by violently shoving Stone's hand away and falling backwards off of his cot.

STONE

(shocked)

Walker, it's me man, Stone...

Still not fully awake and stumbling around, Walker CRASHES into a table, sending their weapons tumbling to the ground.

STONE

Christ, man, you're gonna wake the whole damn camp with all the noise you're making!

Stone gets up and grabs the lantern on the table beside his bed and ignites it with a match. He adjusts the flame to the lowest setting and walks cautiously over to Walker.

STONE

Easy, man, easy...It's okay, you're just having a bad dream...Time to wake up. You hear me, Walker?

Walker is staring at the light from the lantern. He starts to settle down as Stone approaches.

STONE

You awake yet?

WALKER

(pause)

...Yeah.

Walker reaches out and grabs the lantern, pulling it closer as if it will save him from the demons that haunt him. He turns up the flame on the lantern as high as it will go.

STONE

...Same dream?

Walker nods yes.

STONE

(concerned)

This is gettin' to be a regular thing...You need to get some kind of help, man.

WALKER

(angry)

Who am I supposed to get help from? You see any shrinks runnin' around out here in the bush?

STONE

Relax, man, I'm trying to help...It's just not like you to have nightmares like this. I've known you for a long time and I swear to God, sometimes I've thought that you had ice water in your veins, but that last hit...it did something to you. You haven't been the same since...

WALKER

(pause)

...I don't know what's wrong with me. I never felt the guilt before...Never had nightmares after I did a job...Never had them until I killed Kennedy.

STONE

(nervous)

You shouldn't...

WALKER

What, tell the truth?...It was my head shot that killed Kennedy.

STONE

So what? You've killed before and you'll kill again....It's not the end of the world.

WALKER

(pause)

...But in my dreams it is. The world ends because of what I did...We all go to Hell... Because of me...

STONE

Three things. First...you were following orders to kill Kennedy...

Stone walks over to his foot locker. He opens the locker and begins rummaging through it.

STONE

Second, all this "End of the World" crap is really starting to make me worry about you. You're not gonna go psycho on me are you?

Walker SIGHS and shakes his head no.

STONE

Third, I don't know if it'll help, but it probably won't hurt...

He pulls out a small pocket sized Bible from the locker and tosses it to Walker, who shoots him a look of disbelief when he realizes what it is.

STONE

Hey, I don't read it. I just have it around, you know?...Maybe it'll stop the dreams.

WALKER

...I've never really believed in God...

STONE

Well, in your dreams you seem to believe in Hell, so maybe you believe in God more than you realize...Just don't turn into no Bible preachin' asshole, okay?

WALKER

(shakes head)

...Who'd have ever thought I'd be looking to a Bible for help.

Stone LAUGHS and crawls into bed.

STONE

Maybe it is the end of the world.

Walker opens the Bible to the first page and begins reading.

EXT. CAMP - MORNING

The sun rises and cuts through the thick jungle cover.

Stone is shaving outside at a water barrel when he suddenly stops and looks off toward the mountains to the east.

The SOUND of a helicopter can be heard approaching.

STONE

Lieutenant!

LIEUTENANT TRAHN, a South Vietnamese Soldier and translator, runs over to Stone.

LT. TRAHN

(broken English)

Yes, sir!

STONE

Anyone scheduled for today?

LT. TRAHN

No, sir. No one until end of week.

Stone listens as the THUMPING sounds of the helicopter grow louder.

STONE

It sounds like one of ours, but get everyone up just in case.

LT. TRAHN

Yes, sir!

Lieutenant Trahn runs off as Stone picks up his M-16 rifle.

INT. TENT

Walker is asleep on his cot with the Bible lying next to him when Lieutenant Trahn runs in.

LT. TRAHN

Sir, wake up!

Walker bolts upright to a seated position.

LT. TRAHN

Helicopter coming, not scheduled!

WALKER

(groggy)

Where's Stone?

LT. TRAHN

He outside already.

WALKER

Crap...

He jumps off his cot, knocking the Bible to the floor, and quickly starts to get dressed.

EXT. CAMP

A helicopter suddenly appears over the trees.

Stone recognizes it and SHOUTS to the platoon of South Vietnamese Soldiers.

STONE

(in Vietnamese)

Hold your fire! Hold your fire!

The Soldiers lower their weapons as the helicopter lands.

Stone is surprised when Wayland steps off the helicopter along with eight SPECIAL FORCES SOLDIERS.

STONE

Sir, what are you doing here?

WAYLAND

Where's Walker?

STONE

He's in the hootch...

Wayland motions to the tent and two Special Forces Soldiers break off from the group.

STONE

What's goin' on sir, is everything all right?

WAYLAND

Relax...I'm just here to go over yours and Walker's alibi. I don't know if you've heard, but there's been a commission appointed to look into the Kennedy Affair.

STONE

(nervous)

Have they found out anything?

WAYLAND

No...And I'm here to make sure it stays that way...Can you have the men assembled, please?

STONE

(hesitant)

Sir, we shouldn't be out in the open...I mean, just a few days ago we got into a firefight with a gook patrol not too far from here...

WAYLAND

(sternly)

I said, assemble the men. Piss on the gooks, Stone.

STONE

...Yes, sir.

Stone motions to Lieutenant Trahn to come over.

STONE

I need you to call a formation.

LT. TRAHN

(looks around nervously)

But, sir...

STONE

I know...Quickly, Lieutenant.

LT. TRAHN

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Trahn turns and shouts orders in Vietnamese to all within earshot. The NVA Soldiers quickly form up into a group and stand at the position of attention.

Stone turns to Wayland. Awkward silence.

STONE

...What about the others from our team, have you contacted them about this commission thing?

WAYLAND

They've already been taken care of.

Walker emerges from the tent with his M-16 at his side.

Stone SEES Walker and waves him over.

STONE

I gotta tell you, sir, I sure hope you reassign us soon. I don't know how much more of this jungle Walker and I can take...

Stone doesn't see the handgun that Wayland places to the back of his head.

WAYLAND

I'm afraid you two won't ever be leaving here...

Walker sees the gun in Wayland's hand.

WALKER

(yells)

Stone!

Wayland pulls the trigger. BANG. Stone falls to the ground.

The Special Forces Soldiers OPEN FIRE on Lieutenant Trahn and the other Vietnamese Soldiers, killing them all.

Walker's shocked expression turns to rage as he FIRES his weapon at Wayland. Wayland is STRUCK in the chest by several bullets.

Suddenly, Walker's chest EXPLODES outward as bullets RIP through him. He falls to his knees. Standing behind him are two Special Forces Soldiers.

Wayland, clutching his chest, walks toward Walker.

SOLDIER #1

(concerned)

Sir, are you all right?!

Wayland stops before Walker, who struggles to his feet.

WAYLAND

(to Soldier)

Shut up and secure the camp.

(to Walker)

You have an impressive spirit...It's my pleasure to kill it.

Wayland cocks the trigger on his handgun and then FIRES several rounds into Walker's chest. Walker falls to his back, struggles with life for a few moments, then closes his eyes and dies.

Wayland stands over him and stares at his lifeless body.

WAYLAND

(to Soldiers)

...Destroy all the bodies...burn them.

SOLDIER #1

Sir, you've been shot...You really...

WAYLAND

(angrily)

Don't worry about it, just do what I say!

SOLDIER #1

(taken aback)

...Yes, sir.

Some Soldiers quickly begin pulling all the bodies into one pile, while the others dump gasoline on the tents.

Wayland glances into Walker's tent and notices the Bible lying on the ground.

INT. TENT

Wayland walks in, picks up the Bible, and CHUCKLES to himself as he thumbs through it. He places the Bible down on the cot.

Wayland pulls his hand away from his chest and unbuttons his shirt and looks down at the bullet holes. After several moments, the wounds stop bleeding and they begin to close. Within a few moments they have closed completely, leaving no signs of the wounds. He smiles and buttons up his shirt, then picks up the Bible.

WAYLAND

(to the Bible)

Enjoy the time you have left. Your rule is coming to an end.

He reaches into his pocket, pulls out a lighter and lights the Bible, then throws it against the tent. The dry, gas soaked fabric is quickly engulfed in flames.

As he walks out of the tent, he places his hand over the healed wounds to conceal his miraculous recovery from the Soldiers.

EXT. CAMP

Several Soldiers are about to dump gasoline on the bodies when two of them are STRUCK by sniper fire. Everyone but Wayland hits the dirt.

SOLDIER #1

Snipers! Everyone fall back to the chopper!

The Soldiers grab their wounded and head for the helicopter.

WAYLAND

Wait, we have to destroy the bodies!

SOLDIER #1

We don't have time, we don't know how many gooks are out there!

Wayland tries to light the pile of bodies with his lighter.

SOLDIER #1

We didn't have time to throw any gas on 'em!

A bullet SMASHES through the windshield of the helicopter causing the PILOT to signal that he's taking off.

SOLDIER #1

Sir, they're gonna leave without us! We gotta go!

Wayland hesitates for several moments before reluctantly heading for the helicopter.

Several bullets STRIKE the helicopter as Wayland and Soldier #1 jump on board.

Wayland looks down at the dead bodies as the helicopter quickly climbs above the tree line and flies away.

EXT. CAMP

After a few moments, several VC SOLDIERS emerge from the jungle and descend upon the camp.

The fires from the tents are getting close to the bodies when suddenly, a HUGE TORRENTIAL WIND tears through the camp and blows the fire away from the dead bodies.

The spooked VC Soldiers retreat into the jungle.

After several moments, the fire diminishes and the wind stops. All that can be heard is the SOUND of leaves falling to the ground.

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. CAMP - NIGHT

Dead silence.

Suddenly the camp begins to get BRIGHTER. The LIGHT builds until finally the camp is bathed in the BRIGHTEST WHITE LIGHT imaginable.

We SEE Walker, lying atop the pile of dead bodies, his face pale from the light. His eyes suddenly open. He is alive again.

FADE TO BLACK.

EXT. TERMINAL ISLAND PRISON - NIGHT

SUPERIMPOSE: LOS ANGELES, DECEMBER 29, 2020

Several helicopters circle overhead, their lights shining on the prison walls.

Hundreds of people and vehicles block the entrance to the prison. Pure pandemonium.

INT. TERMINAL ISLAND PRISON

The inside is just as bad as the outside. Law Enforcement, Secret Service Agents, FBI, News Crews, people everywhere.

Several News Crews are broadcasting live via satellite.

NEWS ANCHOR

...This is Mitch Blakely coming to you live from Terminal Island Prison, just outside of Los Angeles. To recap; President Roberts was the target in an assassination attempt today, just a few hours ago at his home in Pacific Palisades where he was vacationing. The alleged assassin was brought to this facility while President Roberts was airlifted to the UCLA Medical Center. No official word yet on the President's condition, but my sources say he is fine, just a little shaken up, as one can imagine. Trish, back to you...

INT. MEDICAL WING/ROOM ELEVEN

Walker is handcuffed to a hospital bed, hooked up to IV's. The only change in his appearance is his hair, which is now very long. He is barely conscious.

A heavily-armed POLICE OFFICER stands guard by the door.

INT. MEDICAL WING/HALLWAY

FBI Agent JAMES HARPER, a tall black male, late forties and FBI Agent SUSAN RICHARDSON, a medium height white woman, early thirties, are in the hall with DR. TOLLIVER. Richardson is talking on her phone.

HARPER

(to Richardson)

...Any word on the psychologist, 'cause we definitely need one for this guy.

Richardson ends her conversation on her phone.

RICHARDSON

The Agency is flying one in, but it'll be a while. Air traffic is a nightmare over the prison.

HARPER

(to Dr. Tolliver)

So, tell me Doc, what's your opinion?

DR. TOLLIVER

(shakes his head in disbelief)

Well, to be honest I've never seen anything like this before. It took ten men to strap him down when he regained consciousness. Right now we're pumping enough sedatives into him to knock an elephant on it's rear...I've heard of cases where a person has a hyperactive adrenaline gland, giving them abnormal strength, but this is beyond that. This is utterly amazing to me.

HARPER

You think that the sedatives are making him hallucinate and come up with the story that he told us?

DR. TOLLIVER

Hallucinate?! Agent Harper, with the amount of drugs we're pumping into him he should be dead twenty times over.

RICHARDSON

So, what you're saying, Doctor, is that at this point we can't rule out anything?

DR. TOLLIVER

I'm at a loss for words. I don't know how it's humanly possible for him to be alive with that much sedatives coursing through his veins.

Harper quizzically looks at them both, then nervously laughs.

HARPER

You two aren't actually buying into his story, are you?

RICHARDSON

No, but how do you explain the fact that he has no injuries? You saw the President's house. It looked like Tehran after we bombed it.

DR. TOLLIVER

His clothing did have multiple bullet holes, but no sign of fresh entry wounds...He also has, what appear to be, several older bullet hole scars on his upper torso in his chest and back area. I honestly don't know how he could have survived those wounds, whenever it was that he received them.

HARPER

(disbelief)

What the hell's wrong with you two? He says he's some kinda Warring Angel out to save the world, for crying out loud! In my book, he's just some psycho with a high tolerance for drugs who got lucky and didn't get badly hurt when he tried to waste the President...Now, let's go back in and go over his story with him again and I'll bet this time he calls himself the Queen of England.

Harper opens the door to room eleven.

INT. ROOM ELEVEN

The Police Officer greets Harper and Richardson as they enter. Dr. Tolliver remains outside the room.

HARPER

How's he doing?

POLICE OFFICER

Just been starin' at the wall...Any word on the President?

HARPER

He's fine, just a few scratches. Shaken up, mostly.

POLICE OFFICER

That's good.

HARPER

Can you give us a few, Officer?

POLICE OFFICER

Sure...

The Police Officer exits the room and shuts the door.

Harper and Richardson both pull up chairs and sit down next to the bed.

HARPER

(long pause)

...So, how you feeling Walter?

WALKER

(groggy)

...Walker...My name is Michael Walker...

HARPER

Walker...right, I forgot. And you said you served in the Marine Corp from nineteen fifty three to fifty five, but we didn't find any military or CIA records on you.

WALKER

I served from fifty two to fifty six and it was in the Army. I told you that after the assassination of JFK all my CIA records were destroyed.

Richardson looks at her notes, then to Harper and nods yes.

RICHARDSON

His story hasn't changed. What were the names of your parents, Mister Walker?

WALKER

...James and Martha Walker.

Richardson checks her notes and again nods her head yes. She looks at Harper.

RICHARDSON

James and Martha.

HARPER

...That's very good...You're impressing the hell out of me, I'll give you that...Susan looked it up, there was a James and Martha Walker who had a son named Michael. And Michael did serve in the Army, but the military record showed that Michael Walker was killed in a training accident. And I hate to burst your bubble, but it was well before President Kennedy was assassinated...

WALKER

...They made up the story about the training accident.

HARPER

And why was that?

WALKER

...I was recruited by the CIA because of my ability.

HARPER

And what ability is that?

WALKER

...I'm a good shot. I followed orders.

Richardson searches through his military records and finds his weapon scores.

RICHARDSON

Stationary target, expert, perfect score. Moving target, expert, perfect score. Overall record was spotless.

Harper isn't buying it. He SIGHS and shakes his head back and forth.

HARPER

And just like that you gave up your whole life; everything for the CIA? Even let your family and friends think you died in a training accident with the Army? Come on!

WALKER

Times were different back then...You believed in your government...I would have done anything they asked me to...And I did...

HARPER

Why no record of you in the CIA, FBI, hell even the Boy Scouts for that matter?

WALKER

...I told you, my records in the CIA were destroyed after the Kennedy assassination.

HARPER

(laughs)

Assassination...Right. You sure got a thing for presidents, huh? Almost killed another one tonight, didn't you?

WALKER

...I didn't try to kill the President.

HARPER

Oh, really?!

RICHARDSON

You killed thirty Secret Service Agents protecting the President; how can you say you weren't trying to kill him?

HARPER

Yeah, hotshot, explain that one.

WALKER

...My target was the President's Senior Advisor.

HARPER

His Senior Advisor?! Victor Hilliard?!

WALKER

Hilliard to you...But I knew him as Victor Wayland.

HARPER

(acts excited)

Oh, I see...That's the same guy that you said was your Operations Director on the Kennedy assassination! The same guy that you said killed you in Vietnam!...Now I see how it all connects! And I would assume then that this Wayland-Hilliard cat is an angel also...

WALKER

...I didn't know it back then...But yes, he is an angel...A Fallen Angel.

HARPER

Oh, a Fallen Angel...He works for the other side then? The Devil, right? Of course you wouldn't be trying to kill a "good" angel, would you; what was I thinking?...Tell me something though, won't God be a little pissed off when he finds out that you killed all those Secret Service Agents. Or were they all Fallen Angels too?

WALKER

...No, they weren't Fallen Angels. They were just pawns caught in the War. I regret having to take their lives, but we're close to losing everything and I had no choice.

Harper leans back in his chair.

HARPER

...Okay, I'll bite. How are we "close to losing everything"?

WALKER

...The war between North Korea and South Korea will be taken to a new level...Because they're losing, North Korea will drop a low yield nuclear weapon on South Korea tonight...Two days from now, we will launch a retaliatory nuclear strike on North Korea... North Korea and their ally China, will then launch all of their nuclear weapons against us, causing the United States to do the same. It will be a world ending event.

HARPER

Wow! So, not only are you an angel, you're an angel that can predict the future?! If I show you my palm, can you give me a reading on it too?

WALKER

When I sleep I see images...Images of what might happen...Images of what will happen if I fail.

HARPER

Boom, end of the world, right?...So, then you do need to kill the President...

WALKER

No...The President means nothing to me. It's Hilliard...He's manipulating him...Influencing him...He has that effect on people...Hilliard's strength is his power of manipulation.

HARPER

Kind of like a secret power, right? Can he fly and does he have heat-ray vision too?

WALKER

...We're stronger...faster...and can take more punishment to our bodies than you. We can also heal faster...But, we're not immortal. We can be killed.

HARPER

(shakes head)

I don't know about you, Susan...

(looks at Richardson)

...But I think this would make a pretty cool movie...

(looks at Walker)

You're not a deranged out of work screenwriter are you?

Walker looks away in disgust. His eyes meet Richardson's.

RICHARDSON

(long pause)

...What exactly is a Warring Angel?

WALKER

We're the ones that fight the battle between Heaven and Hell.

RICHARDSON

Are there more Warring Angels like you out there?

WALKER

...There were thousands at one time...Fighting the War...But, over the millennia we've been killed faster than we can be replenished. I'm the last one left.

RICHARDSON

Can't God create more?

WALKER

It's not that easy...A Warring Angel takes an enormous amount of energy to create. God gets that energy from the good and faith in the world. The more this world sinks into despair and corruption, the less strength God has.

Harper isn't buying a word and his body language shows it as he smiles and slumps in his chair.

HARPER

Got a question for you; I've always wondered which religion is the right one. So, which is it, mister angel?

WALKER

None. All. Those that pray are praying to the same God, regardless of what religion you belong to.

HARPER

Well, that's gonna piss off a whole lot of hardcore religious fanatics...

WALKER

Look, I don't care...I just need you to believe what I'm saying or I'm going to die tonight. And if I die, it's game over. The world is at a crossroad and Hilliard knows that I'm desperate enough to tell you everything. If one person believes me it jeopardizes his plans. He'll send a team of Fallen Angels here tonight. They'll kill everyone here to get to me. With me dead the future will be set.

HARPER

So, what you want then is for us to just let you go? Just walk on out the door?

(sarcastic)

Yeah, right, we'll do that.

(he stands)

I give up. I'm gonna go wait outside for the shrink...You coming, Susan?

RICHARDSON

...I'll stay and watch him.

Harper motions for her to follow him. She gets up and follows him to the other side of the room.

HARPER

(whispers)

You okay?

RICHARDSON

(whispers)

I'm fine...

HARPER

(whispers)

...I'm gonna ask you again; you're not buying into this are you?

RICHARDSON

(whispers)

...I...I don't know, Jim.

HARPER

(whispers)

...Look, I realize that you're having a hard time dealing with losing your father a few months ago, but don't let your emotional state suck you into believing this loon's story about all this angel-war-crap.

RICHARDSON

(whispers)

It's not just my father...Are the things he said so unbelievable?

Harper looks at her like she is crazy.

HARPER

(whispers)

Have you lost your damn mind?! Of course they sound unbelievable! Come on, Susan, why are you even asking me this?

RICHARDSON

(whispers)

...Do you believe in God?

HARPER

(whispers)

My father was a Baptist Minister, I had no choice...

RICHARDSON

(whispers)

But, in your heart, Jim, do you believe?

HARPER

(whispers)

Yeah, I do.

RICHARDSON

(whispers)

Then, if you believe in the existence of God, something that has never been factually proven, why wouldn't what Walker says be possible? As crazy as his story sounds there is a chance it could be true if you believe in God.

HARPER

(whispers)

Susan, please...

RICHARDSON

(whispers)

Jim, you've known me for three years; I'm as level headed as they come...

HARPER

(whispers; cuts her off)

I know. That's why I think that losing your father has left you in a confused state of mind. Come on Susan...end of the world?...Besides, I don't know what kind of angels you were taught about, but the angels I was taught about never ran around with fully automatic weapons...Now, I'm going outside to wait for the shrink in the lobby and after he's done talking to the "Last Warring Angel" over there, I recommend you set up an appointment with him for yourself as soon as possible...

Harper exits the room. Richardson turns and finds Walker STARING at her.

WALKER

...You believe me.

RICHARDSON

No, no I don't...

WALKER

That part deep inside you does. The part of you that places that cross around your neck each day. That part of you believes me.

She instinctively reaches for her cross hidden under her shirt collar.

RICHARDSON

...So, you guessed that I wear a cross...That doesn't make you what you claim to be. And it won't make me let you go.

WALKER

...Then we'll all die when they come for me...And they will come...

INT. MEDICAL WING HALLWAY

Harper sits down on the couch, lays his head back and SIGHS.

HARPER

Christ, what a night and it's barely started...It's gonna be a long one.

DOCTOR MAXWELL, the FBI Psychologist, walks over to Harper.

DR. MAXWELL

Talking to oneself out loud in public is never a good sign of proper mental health.

Harper glances over at Doctor Maxwell and smiles.

HARPER

There a duck in here? 'Cause I thought I heard a quack.

DR. MAXWELL

Nice one, Harper.

HARPER

Didn't know they were sending you over, Doctor Maxwell.

DR. MAXWELL

I drew the short straw. What have we got?

HARPER

Real nut job. You're definitely gonna earn your money on this one, Doc. This guy thinks he's a friggin' angel...

People are rushing by to view the television in the waiting room behind Harper. SHUSHING sounds can be heard.

Doctor Maxwell's attention is drawn toward the television. He slowly starts to walk toward the commotion.

HARPER

Hello...Doc, you listening?

Confused, Harper turns around.

HARPER

What the hell's going on around here, has everyone gone nuts?

Harper notices everyone standing around the television.

HARPER

...What the hell?

He makes his way toward it and SEES that it is a special emergency newscast.

NEWSCASTER

...Don't have word yet on how many casualties, but reports are starting to come in saying that the entire city of Seoul has been destroyed. Over ten million people live in and around the city, so if the reports are true, the loss of life is staggering...

Harper grabs the arm of the MAN standing next to him.

HARPER

What happened?

MAN

(stunned)

...North Korea nuked Seoul...

The words hit Harper like a ton of bricks. Total shock.

HARPER

What?!

NEWSCASTER

The entire world community is in shock. There has been no military response as of yet by any country, but one would expect that something will be done soon...

Harper turns and quickly makes his way to room eleven.

INT. ROOM ELEVEN

Richardson SEES the look on Harper's face as he runs in.

RICHARDSON

What's the matter?

HARPER

How did you know, Walker?!

Harper rushes over to the bed.

RICHARDSON

...Jim, what is it?!

Harper grabs Walker by the collar and lifts him halfway up off the bed.

HARPER

North Korea nuked South, just like he said, Susan!

RICHARDSON

(shocked)

What?!

HARPER

How did you know what was going to happen?!

WALKER

I told you how I know...When I sleep I see images of what might happen.

Harper lets go of Walker and backs away.

HARPER

Bull!...That's bull!

(it hits him)

Wait a minute...You're working for North Korea aren't you? That's how you knew they were going to drop the bomb, isn't it?

He walks angrily toward Walker.

HARPER

They sent you to assassinate our President because they think he's responsible for the war!

He grabs Walker by the collar.

HARPER

I'm right, ain't I?!

WALKER

I guarantee you've never been more wrong. Let me go. They'll be here any minute.

HARPER

Liar!

Harper loses it and PUNCHES Walker in the mouth, causing his bottom lip to split. Richardson tries to restrain him.

RICHARDSON

Harper, have you lost your mind?!

HARPER

You're gonna tell me the truth!

WALKER

(getting angry)

Or what, you're gonna kill me?! Not even on your best day could you kill me, pal!

HARPER

Oh yeah, tough guy?!

Harper lets go of him, then quickly pulls out his handgun and points it at Walker, who doesn't even flinch.

HARPER

Let's just see how bad-assed you are!

RICHARDSON

No!

Richardson shoves Harper out of the way and shields Walker with her body.

RICHARDSON

Harper, stop it! You have crossed over the line, Jim! Put the gun away, now!

She places her hand on the butt of her own weapon.

RICHARDSON

Don't make me do this, Jim. Put your gun away...now!

After a moment, Harper shoves his gun back into his holster.

Richardson looks down at Walker. His lip is bleeding badly.

RICHARDSON

Are you okay?

WALKER

I'll live...

RICHARDSON

(to Harper)

What the hell were you thinking?! You could lose everything with this little stunt you just pulled!

HARPER

...He's lying.

RICHARDSON

So what if he is?! That doesn't give you any right to do what you just did!

Embarrassed by his actions, Harper looks away.

HARPER

I'm sorry, Susan. You're right...

RICHARDSON

...The least you could do now is go find a doctor to stitch up his lip; it's pretty bad...

WALKER

Don't worry about it, I'm fine now...

She turns around to face Walker.

RICHARDSON

You need to have your lip looked...at...

She loses her train of thought when she SEES his lip. His cut has healed.

RICHARDSON

(shocked)

...Oh my God...Harper...Jim...come here...

After a moment, Harper walks over out of curiosity.

RICHARDSON

...His lip...It's...it's healed...

Harper is speechless.

WALKER

What more do you need to see before you finally believe? Unhook the I.V. and unlock my restraints. We don't have much time!

Richardson looks at her equally stunned partner.

RICHARDSON

...What do we do, Jim?

HARPER

This is not possible!

Suddenly, the lights go out and the faint sounds of GUNFIRE can be heard.

Harper and Richardson pull out their handguns.

HARPER

What the hell happened to the lights?!

RICHARDSON

Jim, maybe he isn't lying.

Harper moves toward the door.

HARPER

I'm gonna go see what's going on. Stay put and keep an eye on him, I'll be right back. Don't let him go!

Harper turns and exits the room.

After a moment, Walker breaks the silence.

WALKER

...Susan, I know how hard this is for you to believe...But, we are out of time. You have to listen to me, or we are dead. Susan, pull the I.V. out and unlock my handcuffs.

Richardson is unsure. She looks at Walker and then toward the door that Harper ran out.

RICHARDSON

...Harper?

INT. MEDICAL WING HALLWAY

Harper makes his way down the hallway toward the sound of the GUNFIRE while dodging people frantically running by him in the opposite direction. He grabs a MAN that was trying to run by him.

HARPER

What's happening out here?!

MAN

Let me go! They'll kill us all!

The Man forcibly pulls his arm free and keeps running away from the SOUND of the gunfire.

INT. ROOM ELEVEN

Richardson is standing next to Walker STARING at the I.V.'s in his arms. The GUNFIRE is getting closer.

WALKER

Susan...you have to make the most important decision of your life and you have to make it now...You have to believe me or we're dead.

After a very long pause, she pulls the I.V.'s out of Walker's arms, then unlocks the handcuffs.

INT. MEDICAL WING HALLWAY

Harper has almost made it to the stairway when the door CRASHES open and several LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS rush into the room.

OFFICER #1

Everyone fall back, they're right on our ass!

The doorway and the Officers are suddenly RIDDLED WITH BULLET HOLES.

Everyone ducks behind whatever cover is available. Harper finds himself behind a desk next to a POLICE OFFICER.

HARPER

What the hell is going on?!

POLICE OFFICER

You tell me, man; four men busted in through the front, shootin' anything that moves! They aren't wearing body armor but we can't put them down! They just keep comin', man!

INT. ROOM ELEVEN

Walker has almost fully recovered from the sedatives.

RICHARDSON

We've got to wait for Jim.

WALKER

He's probably dead. We can't wait. We've gotta go, now.

RICHARDSON

(she backs away)

I'm not leaving without my partner...And you're not leaving without me.

She points her gun at him.

WALKER

We don't have time for this...

He reaches down and with great strain, picks up the hospital bed and throws it through the window with enough force that it knocks off the security bars. The heavy bed and steel frame crash through the window and down onto the blacktop below.

RICHARDSON

(stunned)

Oh...My...God.

WALKER

You've got two choices; stay or come with me... If you stay, you'll die like the rest, Susan. Believe me...

She hesitates, trying to grasp everything that is happening.

INT. MEDICAL WING RECEPTION AREA

JASON MERCER appears in the smoke filled room dressed in a dark military outfit. He is tall, white, very large, and carrying a huge gatling gun.

MERCER

(German accent)

...Piggy, piggies, come out and play!

He fires the gatling gun and the room ERUPTS as bullets tear through walls and furniture.

POLICE OFFICER #2

Bring this son of a bitch down, now!

Every Law Enforcement Officer still alive in the room begins FIRING at Mercer.

Blood flies as the bullets STRIKE Mercer, but he doesn't fall. Instead, he begins laughing and FIRING back. His weapon wreaks havoc to both the Officers and the room.

The Police Officer next to Harper is STRUCK and killed. His body is thrown against Harper, knocking him down.

HARPER

Jesus!

Mercer walks down the hall, FIRING his weapon relentlessly.

Three others appear in the doorway. They are: AYLA TIMMERSON, female, mid-twenties. WYATT HOFFMAN, a tall and medium built man, and REGINALD TYSON, a very tall and thin man. They are all carrying various weapons and dressed in military gear.

TIMMERSON

(laughs; yells over gunfire)

Mercer, you maniac, save some for us!

MERCER

(laughs)

First come, first served, darlin'!

TYSON

(British accent)

You know the routine, none left alive.

Timmerson and Hoffman SHOOT the wounded as they walk down the hall behind Mercer.

Harper plays dead until the four pass by. He pushes the dead Officer off of him and gets up, then FIRES his handgun twice into Tyson's back.

Tyson falls to one knee, grimacing in pain, then stands up and faces Harper.

TYSON

Quite cowardly, shooting a bloke in his back. It's much harder to shoot a man facing you, isn't it now?

Harper pauses, then FIRES his remaining bullets into Tyson with little effect.

HARPER

(utter shock)

...Oh my God...He...He wasn't...He was telling the truth...

Tyson moves closer.

TYSON

When you say "He", I assume you're speaking of the man being held here for trying to assassinate your President. Am I correct?

Harper, stunned, says nothing, so Tyson grabs him by the throat and lifts him up off the ground with little effort.

HARPER

(struggling)

...Oh...God...

TYSON

God?!

(smiles)

That wanker is never around when you need him, is he? Probably soiling himself as I speak now that the end is so near. Now, be useful, chap, and tell me which room Walker is in.

HARPER

...Go to Hell.

TYSON

There is such irony in that statement.

He CRUSHES Harper's throat with his hand, then throws his lifeless body THROUGH THE WINDOW.

TYSON

Ah well, your God will welcome you with open arms. Give 'em a hug for me an' tell him ol' Tyson says hi and that we'll all be seein' him soon.

EXT. PRISON EMPLOYEE PARKING LOT

Walker and Richardson have made it down to the parking lot. As they make their way toward her car, Harper's body suddenly CRASHES onto the hood of a vehicle nearby.

RICHARDSON

...Oh my God...Harper?!

She moves closer but is abruptly pulled away by Walker.

WALKER

Come on!

RICHARDSON

(struggling)

That was Jim!

WALKER

I know. I'm sorry. But, we have to go, now!

He pulls her away.

INT. MEDICAL WING HALLWAY

Tyson and the others walk down a long hall.

TYSON

We'll have to go room to room. And, let's pick up the pace a little shall we? As much fun as this is, we're not here to have a good time, we're here to do a job.

They begin checking rooms, killing anyone that they find.

Tyson is met by Mercer as he strolls down the carnage filled hallway.

MERCER

I found the room he was in!

TYSON

Was?

INT. ROOM ELEVEN

Mercer leads the team into the room and over to the broken window.

MERCER

Doesn't know when to give up, does he?

TYSON

This one has always been a pain in the arse, Mercer. But, that's what makes this hunt so much fun.

Tyson pulls out his nightvision binoculars and scans the parking lot. He SEES Walker, dressed in a hospital gown, ducking through the parking lot with Richardson by his side.

TYSON

(to himself)

Those bloody hospital gowns are always a giveaway...

Tyson adjusts the microphone on his headset and speaks into it.

TYSON

Helo-one, where are you?

INT. STEALTH HELICOPTER ONE (HELO ONE)

The heavily armed helicopter is SHOOTING DOWN Police and News Helicopters with its highly advanced weaponry. There is a PILOT and eight COMMANDOS inside the aircraft.

PILOT #1

We're east of the prison, clearing out the air traffic, sir.

TYSON (O.S.)

The target has made it to an automobile. Can you be a sport and disable it for us?

PILOT #1

We're all out of the heavy stuff, but we've still got some rounds left in our chaingun, we'll see what we can do.

INT. ROOM ELEVEN

Tyson is FOLLOWING the car with his binoculars.

TYSON

Thanks, luv...

(reads the license plate)

Let's see now; the car is a tan four door...License number, one, zero, fiver, three, six. Heading for the front gate...

He watches the car CRASH through the gate.

TYSON

...Correction, through the front gate and toward the bridge.

PILOT #1 (O.S.)

On my way.

TYSON

Helo-two are you in position?

PILOT #2 (O.S.)

Yes, sir, the roof is secured for immediate evac. We're ready for you.

TYSON

Splendid, our E.T.A. is three minutes. Be ready to roll.

Tyson turns off the microphone on his headset and then motions to Timmerson.

TYSON

Run the plates from the auto and see what we come up with.

TIMMERSON

Already started.

Timmerson is typing in the license plate number on her portable computer that is strapped to her forearm.

HOFFMAN

I don't like sending in the Human Strike Team to do a job we should have done.

Tyson and the others head for the stairs leading to the roof.

TYSON

Neither do I, but it's the only option we have right now.

EXT./INT. RICHARDSON'S CAR

The car weaves in and out of pedestrians and vehicles as it makes its way to the bridge.

WALKER

Faster!

RICHARDSON

What do you want me to do, run over everyone?!

Walker turns on the flashing lights that designate the car as a Law Enforcement vehicle, then pushes his foot down onto her foot causing the car to accelerate.

EXT. PRISON ROOF

Tyson and the others emerge from the stairwell. As they make their way to the helicopter, Timmerson receives the information on her computer screen.

TIMMERSON

Bingo, got it...

TYSON

Talk to me, luv.

TIMMERSON

(reading off computer)

The car is checked out to F.B.I. Agents James Harper and Susan Richardson.

TYSON

Walker was with a woman.

Timmerson types in her name and the computer immediately comes up with her file.

TIMMERSON

Got her.

Tyson stops walking and takes a moment to think.

TYSON

Address?

TIMMERSON

She lives near here across the bay. Two-Sixty-Four Pine Avenue, Long Beach. Apartment number four-thirteen.

Tyson pauses for a moment, then turns on his microphone and speaks into it

TYSON

Helo-one do you copy?

PILOT #1 (O.S.)

That's affirmative. I have the car locked and am about to engage.

TYSON

Are they headed for Long Beach?

PILOT #1 (O.S.)

Yes, sir, looks like it.

TYSON

(pause)

...Cancel the order to engage, and switch to stealth mode. Recon only for right now.

PILOT #1 (O.S.)

That's-a-roger.

INT./EXT. STEALTH HELO ONE

Pilot #1 switches the controls to stealth mode.

The outside of the helicopter SHIMMERS. The outer shell of the helicopter turns to a reflective substance, which makes it almost invisible to the naked eye.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Tyson and the others have loaded into the helicopter. Tyson SLAMS the sliding door shut and motions to the Pilot to take off.

The portable phone that Hoffman is carrying RINGS. He answers.

HOFFMAN

Hello...Yes, sir, one minute...

(to Tyson)

Guess who?

Tyson takes a deep breath, then let's it out before taking the phone as the helicopter lifts off the roof.

TYSON

...This is Tyson.

HILLIARD (O.S.)

Is he dead?

Tyson squirms in his seat.

TYSON

Um...We're in pursuit now and about to eliminate the target, Mister Hilliard.

EXT. UCLA MEDICAL CENTER

The security is extremely high at the center.

HILLIARD (O.S.)

In pursuit?!

INTERCUT HOSPITAL ROOM/ HELO TWO

Hilliard, who was Wayland last time we saw him, is standing away from the group of people surrounding the PRESIDENT as he speaks into his phone. Hilliard doesn't appear to have aged a day since Vietnam.

HILLIARD

Would you mind telling me how in the hell he escaped from the prison, Tyson?!

TYSON

Apparently, he found someone to believe him...She's an F.B.I. Agent. It appears that they're going to her apartment. We'll take care of them there.

HILLIARD

(sarcastic)

Yes, right, just like you took care of them at the prison. I should have known you'd screw this up, Tyson. I'm going to bring in the local Law Enforcement on this, so we can lock the city down.

TYSON

Sir, I don't think that's really necessary. We have the situation well under control...

HILLIARD

No, you would have the situation under control if Walker was dead! Now, I need you to email the F.B.I. Agent's address to me so I can get on this. Think you can handle that?

TYSON

...Yes, sir.

Hilliard opens his laptop and impatiently stares at the screen.

HILLIARD

...Well, send me her address sometime this evening. No rush, Tyson. You just take your sweet time.

TYSON

...Here it comes...

The information suddenly appears on Hilliard's computer screen.

HILLIARD

Hey, what do you know, you didn't screw that one up.

Hilliard hangs up the phone.

HILLIARD

Gentlemen, ladies, I need you to listen up for a moment!

Everyone in the room quiets down.

HILLIARD

I need the representatives from each Law Enforcement Agency to come with me. We have a situation to deal with and time is of the essence.

Several LAW ENFORCEMENT PERSONNEL follow him out the door.

INT. RICHARDSON'S CAR

They have made it off the bridge and are driving through town.

Walker is looking back to see if they are being followed.

RICHARDSON

...Anything?

WALKER

I don't see anyone...I think we're clear.

He turns and faces the front.

RICHARDSON

Good. My apartment is nearby. We can get you a change of clothes. My partner left his coat in the backseat.

Walker finds Harper's trench coat in the back seat and puts it on. He can SEE the sadness on her face.

WALKER

...I'm sorry about your partner.

RICHARDSON

Me too. He was a good man.

They pull up next to a four story apartment complex and exit the car. They quickly run into the building.

WALKER

You have any other weapons in your apartment?

RICHARDSON

No, just the gun I have on me.

WALKER

...Great.

INT. APARTMENT #413

Richardson and Walker enter and lock the door behind them.

RICHARDSON

Some of my father's clothes are in the back bedroom. You two are about the same height, so you should be able to find something.

(she points to room)

They're hanging in the closet.

WALKER

Is your father here?

RICHARDSON

...No, he lived with me when he got sick...Cancer...He passed a few months ago...I haven't cleaned out his room yet.

WALKER

...Sorry.

After a moment, he walks into the bedroom.

INT. STEALTH HELO ONE

The helicopter, still in stealth mode, is hovering outside Richardson's apartment.

PILOT #1

Sir, this is Helo-one, they're inside her apartment, what are your orders?

TYSON (O.S.)

...Drop the Strike Team at the complex and have them take up position outside her apartment. We'll be there in about five minutes.

PILOT #1

Roger that. Team deployed.

EXT. STEALTH HELO ONE

The helicopter flies up over the roof and hovers twenty feet above it.

The side door opens and the Strike Team rappels down onto the roof and then they quickly make their way to the stairwell.

The side door closes and the helicopter moves back into position outside of Richardson's apartment.

INT. SPARE BEDROOM

Walker has put on a pair of pants, shoes and a t-shirt when he hears the FAINT SOUNDS of footsteps above.

Richardson runs in.

RICHARDSON

I think someone's on the roof!

WALKER

Sounds like it. Probably the backup team.

Walker opens the sliding door and walks out onto the balcony.

EXT. BALCONY/BUILDING

Walker looks up, but SEES nothing. When he looks down at the street, he SEES several marked and unmarked police cars driving up to the building from all directions. They all stop just outside of the apartment complex.

WALKER

Yep, we got company. A lot of company.

He searches for an escape route when he SEES the slight SHIMMER of the Stealth Helicopter.

Richardson walks out onto the balcony beside him and SEES all the police cars.

RICHARDSON

How could they have found us so soon?!

WALKER

We were followed...

RICHARDSON

But there was no one following us, you said so yourself.

WALKER

Do you know much about helicopters?

RICHARDSON

A lot actually. I flew a Typhoon Mark Three for six years in the Army.

WALKER

Did you ever hear talk of stealth technology that makes an aircraft nearly invisible to the naked eye?

RICHARDSON

Just rumors. Why?

She SEES him staring, so she glances in the direction that he is looking.

WALKER

Because I think I'm looking at one right now...See it?

She squints her eyes, and after a moment she SEES the slight SHIMMER of the Stealth Helicopter.

RICHARDSON

...Yeah, I see it.

INT. STEALTH HELO ONE

The Pilot knows she has been spotted. She flips a switch on her comlink and speaks into her microphone.

PILOT #1

Sir, I've been made. Requesting permission to open fire.

EXT. BALCONY

Walker hasn't taken his eyes off the helicopter. He steps in front of Richardson and places his arms on the balcony railing.

WALKER

I'm gonna need your gun. Without them seeing take it out and slide it into my waistband near the middle of my back, then walk into the apartment.

She does what he says.

RICHARDSON

I hope you know what you're doing.

INT. STEALTH HELO ONE

The Pilot locks the weapon system onto Walker.

TYSON (O.S.)

...This is Tyson, permission to open fire granted. We'll be there in three minutes.

PILOT #1

Target locked and proceeding to fire.

EXT. BALCONY

Walker draws the gun from his waistband.

WALKER

(to Richardson)

Susan, run! Run!

He quickly FIRES the entire fifteen round clip at the SHIMMERING helicopter.

INT. STEALTH HELO ONE

The Pilot instinctively ducks when SEVERAL ROUNDS HIT her bulletproof windshield, making her lose her aim.

Walker turns and runs back into the apartment.

WALKER

We're gonna get lit up! Find some cover!

INT. APARTMENT

Richardson has made it into the kitchen and is behind a wall that separates the kitchen from the living room.

Walker, runs and jumps over the kitchen counter just as the entire apartment is RIDDLED WITH BULLETS fired from the Stealth Helicopter. He SLAMS into the stove and unknowingly causes the gas line to rupture.

INT. STEALTH HELO ONE

The Pilot stops firing after spraying the apartment with several hundred rounds.

PILOT #1

Strike Team Leader, do you copy?

STRIKE TEAM LEADER (O.S.)

I copy, go ahead.

PILOT #1

You're cleared for mop up.

STRIKE TEAM LEADER (V.O.)

Roger that, Helo-one.

INT. HALLWAY

The STRIKE TEAM LEADER turns to the DEMOLITION EXPERT.

STRIKE TEAM LEADER

Clear the door, Private.

DEMOLITION EXPERT

Yessir.

The Demolition Expert reaches into a satchel and pulls out an object the size of a silver dollar. He peels off the plastic layer on the back, revealing a sticky surface and places the object in the center of the door. He presses a small button in the center of the disk and then quickly moves away. The disk emits a LOUD HIGH PITCHED NOISE.

INT. APARTMENT

Walker and Richardson both hear the HIGH PITCHED NOISE at the front door.

WALKER

Turn away from the door, they're gonna blow it!

She does what he says. A second later the door EXPLODES.

INT. HALLWAY

SOLDIER #1 and #2 move over to the door and take up positions on either side of the blown out doorway.

STRIKE TEAM LEADER

You two are up! Anything still alive in there, kill it!

The two Soldiers cautiously make their way through the smoke filled hole.

INT. APARTMENT

As Soldier #1 walks through the door, Walker emerges from the smoke, grabs him and THROWS him the length of the room. The Soldier flies out the window and plummets to his death four stories below.

Soldier #2 FIRES a few rounds before Walker grabs him by the throat and pulls him into the apartment.

INT. HALLWAY

Soldier #2's SCREAM can be heard, followed by a BONE BREAKING SOUND. After a moment of dead silence, Soldier #2's helmet is tossed into the smoke filled hallway.

SOLDIER #3

(angry)

Open fire!

He OPENS FIRE at the apartment causing the other Soldiers to also OPEN FIRE and advance toward the doorway.

Two grenades are tossed from inside the apartment and land at their feet. They look down and are frozen by what they SEE.

STRIKE TEAM LEADER

Oh, sh...

INT. APARTMENT

Walker is covering Richardson with his body when the grenades EXPLODE.

He picks up the two machine guns he got from Soldier #1 and #2 and heads for the door, grabbing Harpers' trench coat along the way.

WALKER

(to Richardson)

Come on!

Although shell-shocked, she follows him.

INT. HALLWAY

The hallway is a gruesome sight as they walk out into it. The rest of the Soldiers from the Strike Team are lying in the hallway. They are a mangled mess.

WALKER

Look for any weapons that aren't damaged!

Richardson fights back the sick feeling in her stomach as she searches through what is left of the bodies.

RICHARDSON

Oh, my God...Are these men; are they like you?

WALKER

No, they're human. Hilliard's mercenaries.

Walker finds a demolition satchel that one of the Soldiers was carrying. He pulls out the same type of explosive disk that was used to blow open the door. He peels off the plastic layer.

WALKER

Keep looking for functional weapons. I'll be right back...

INT. STEALTH HELO ONE

The Pilot is nervous.

PILOT #1

...Team Leader, do you copy?...Talk to me someone!

TYSON (O.S.)

Helo-one, we have you in sight, what's the situation?

PILOT #1

I don't know, sir. I've lost communication...

TYSON (O.S.)

Fall back and cover us Helo-one...

The Pilot squints and SEES the figure of a man through the smoke in the apartment.

PILOT #1

Wait...I think I see someone...It might be one of ours...

TYSON (O.S.)

(serious)

Fall back, Helo-one!

Walker emerges from the smoke, causing the startled Pilot to FIRE without aiming.

The bullets STRIKE the wall above Walker as he runs out onto the balcony and throws the explosive disk at the SHIMMERING helicopter.

The disk flies through the air and STICKS to the windshield.

The Pilot realizes what it is and frantically HITS at the window, trying to knock it off.

PILOT #1

No!

The bomb EXPLODES, killing her and leaving a huge hole in the window of the helicopter.

It's stealth mode disengaged, the helicopter lurches forward, out of control.

INT. APARTMENT

The helicopter is heading for the apartment as Walker runs for the front door. He SEES Richardson at the doorway.

WALKER

Hit the floor!

They both dive for the hallway as the helicopter CRASHES through the apartment.

The helicopter doesn't explode, but the force of the impact sends debris flying like shrapnel. A large piece of the rotary blade flies off and RIPS through the wall, embedding itself a foot above Richardson's head.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Tyson has witnessed the events that have just taken place.

TYSON

(angry)

Oh, bloody hell! I told her to back off!

(pause; to Pilot #2)

...Take out the whole floor, we'll search the rubble afterwards.

PILOT #2

What about the team we've got in there?

TYSON

Dead, I'm sure. But, to be honest, I could really care less at this point even if they aren't.

Pilot #2 moves the helicopter into position.

INT. HALLWAY

Richardson is searching for Walker among the smoke and debris. She HEARS the sound of movement, then a moment later spots Walker.

RICHARDSON

Are you okay?!

He looks beaten up.

WALKER

...Yeah...I'll feel even better if you could help me out.

RICHARDSON

Sure...what is it?

He turns his back to her and REVEALS a piece of metal sticking in his back. Richardson GASPS.

WALKER

I can't reach it...

She pulls out an eight inch rod from his back and drops it to the floor.

RICHARDSON

(shocked)

My God.

WALKER

...Gather up the weapons.

She picks up two machine guns that weren't damaged in the blast and tosses them to Walker. She pulls out a pistol from a holster on a dead Soldier and checks it over for damage.

RICHARDSON

We can't take on the whole police force, Walker.

WALKER

Whatever it takes for us to get away, Susan.

They quickly walk down the hall.

INT. APARTMENT

The ruptured gas line continues to pour gas into the apartment.

INT. HALLWAY

Walker and Richardson have made it to the end of the hallway. There is a window and a stairway exit.

RICHARDSON

The stairs?

Walker moves over to the window.

WALKER

No, they'll have the lobby covered.

He looks down and SEES a police car parked four stories below in the alleyway. There are two POLICE OFFICERS standing next to the car with their guns drawn.

WALKER

Let's take a shortcut.

Walker FIRES his automatic weapon at the window. The glass breaks apart leaving a hole big enough to fit through.

WALKER

Get on my back.

RICHARDSON

You've got to be joking!

WALKER

I lost my sense of humor decades ago. Climb on!

She reluctantly climbs onto his back.

RICHARDSON

This is insane!

EXT. ALLEY

Walker steps out onto the window ledge and looks down at the Police Officers below.

POLICE OFFICER #1

Freeze! Drop the weapons!

WALKER

(to Richardson)

Hold tight!

Richardson wraps her arms and legs around him. Walker takes a step off the ledge as the Police Officers OPEN FIRE.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

The Pilot has locked the weapon guidance system onto apartment eleven. He presses the launch button and several guided missiles are FIRED into the apartment.

The BLAST from the missiles and from the broken gas line is incredible. Virtually every window in the complex is BLOWN OUT as a huge fireball extends upward into the night sky.

EXT. ALLEY

Walker is FIRING both machine guns at the two Police Officers as he plummets feet first. Both Officers and their car are HIT by a hail of bullets.

Walker lands feet first onto the hood of the car, the IMPACT causes the hood to buckle and hub caps to fly off.

He falls over in pain. Richardson is a little bruised, but okay.

She looks up at the fireball in the sky.

RICHARDSON

...Jesus!

She slides off the car and helps Walker to his feet.

RICHARDSON

Are you okay?!

WALKER

I won't be running any marathons today, but I'll live.

She helps him down the alley to the street, then pulls out her FBI badge and runs over to a car parked at a red light.

RICHARDSON

(to Driver)

FBI Agent! I am commandeering your vehicle! Exit your car, now!

DRIVER

Woman, get the hell out of my way!

She pulls her handgun out.

RICHARDSON

I said get out of the damn car, now!

She FIRES a round, shattering the windshield. The Driver quickly gets out of the car and runs away. Richardson gets in the driver seat as Walker emerges from the alley and enters the car. She puts the car in drive and floors the gas pedal.

EXT. APARTMENT BUILDING

There is mass confusion as Law Enforcement, Firemen, and Tenants rush about.

Tyson walks up to the POLICE COMMANDER and interrupts him as he is giving orders.

TYSON

Excuse me, sir, but are you the bloke in charge here?

POLICE COMMANDER

(irritated)

Yes, I am, who the hell are you?

Tyson shows him a Special Security badge.

TYSON

I'm with the Special Security unit that has been assigned to President Roberts.

POLICE COMMANDER

Yeah, so?

TYSON

So, I was wondering if you have any word on the living status of the fugitive. As in, whether he is or isn't.

POLICE COMMANDER

Buddy, I got civilian casualties up my ass and two Officers shot to death in the alley! I don't have time to go digging through four floors for someone who's probably a charcoal briquette! Now, I got wounded to worry about, if that's okay with you?

TYSON

...Sorry for being a pest, but did you say that you have two Officers shot to death?

POLICE COMMANDER

Yeah, in the alley around the back of the building. You through with the questions?

TYSON

Thank you, you've been quite helpful...

INT. CAR

Richardson checks her rear view mirror for any signs of being followed.

WALKER

Anything?

RICHARDSON

I don't think so. None that I can see anyway.

Walker, in pain, is reclined in his seat as far back as it will go. He is rubbing his legs.

RICHARDSON

What about you, you okay?

WALKER

I should be fine by the time we get to the airport...

It hits her. All the incredibly impossible things that she has been through tonight. She LAUGHS nervously as she weaves the car in and out of traffic.

WALKER

What's the matter?

RICHARDSON

What's the matter?!...Well, let me see here; my partner is dead. South Korea has been nuked. The world may end in a couple days. And not only am I aiding a fugitive wanted for the attempted assassination of the President of the United States, he also happens to be a Warring Angel. And on top of all that I just committed a carjacking! Oh, and let's not forget that we have Fallen Angels and every law enforcement agency after us! And, you ask me what's the matter?!

WALKER

(long pause)

...Look, I'm sorry you have to be involved in this...Why don't you just drop me off at the airport. You've helped me more than enough.

RICHARDSON

And then what? Those people...Fallen Angels or whatever...They know who I am. I can't go back home. I can't go back to work. Where can I go? They'll hunt me down...What am I supposed to do, just sit back and hope that you succeed?

WALKER

I've got to tell you...If you go with me...It's a suicide run at best, even for me, Susan.

RICHARDSON

...Well really, what are my choices?

(long pause)

...If I go with you I probably won't make it and if I don't go with you the world will end anyway. Either way things don't look too good for me.

WALKER

Things don't look to good for anyone...Just remember one thing; this isn't just about earth. If earth falls, then Heaven will be next.

RICHARDSON

...My father?

WALKER

Everyone, Susan. It'll all be gone.

RICHARDSON

(long pause)

...LAX you said?

WALKER

...Make it Long Beach instead. Smaller and they'll expect us at LAX. We'll take any flight heading east.

RICHARDSON

We heading for D.C.?

WALKER

(nods yes)

They'll have to hold an emergency U.N. meeting for the Korean crisis soon. The President'll have to be there and wherever the President is...

RICHARDSON

We'll find Hilliard.

Walker nods yes.

EXT. ALLEY

Tyson is inspecting the area where the two Officers were killed by Walker. He bends down and picks up a few shell casings and looks them over.

TYSON

(to himself)

...You're not making this easy for me are you Walker? Don't know when to throw in the towel, do you ol' chap?

Tyson pulls out a small headset from his jacket pocket and places it on his head.

TYSON

(into microphone)

This is Tyson, he's still alive.

TIMMERSON (O.S.)

No surprise there. The boss is on the line.

TYSON

I don't suppose you would be a pal and tell him that Walker got away.

TIMMERSON (O.S.)

No way.

TYSON

No...I didn't think so. I'll be up in a minute.

(to himself)

...Oh Walker, Walker, Walker, the things I'm going to have to do to you for all the trouble you're getting me into.

INT./ EXT. CAR

Walker is looking back for any signs of being followed.

RICHARDSON

...Why this way?

WALKER

What do you mean?

RICHARDSON

Good angels fighting bad angels...Why don't God and the Devil just fight themselves?

WALKER

They did for eons but they are equal in power so neither could ever gain the upper hand. In their last epic fight what we call the Big Bang occurred and our universe was created. Finally realizing that neither could ever win a war between two beings of equal power they made a deal...They would let the creatures of this newly created universe decide who wins. So, they decided to create humans in their image. We were bestowed with equal good and bad within us. It was to be our choice in which path to choose; the good or the bad. It was called free will and the rule was that neither God nor the Anti-God were allowed to interfere with that will. Of course the Anti-God didn't play by the rules. It created what we call Fallen Angels and it sent them to earth to shape the will of mankind; to try and tip the scales of power in it's direction. In response to this God created Warring Angels. Up until the last fifty years or so the war was pretty much even. Now, the Anti-God is winning.

Richardson looks confused as she drives the car down the street. She is running lights and weaving in and out of traffic at high speeds.

RICHARDSON

...What changed the balance to the side of the Anti-God?

WALKER

(long pause)

...Me. The world changed after the President was killed; it changed for the worse. Wars for profit began, cynicism toward governments spread across the planet. Hatred festered and was stoked by media outlets. We are in a spiral now and I don't know if we'll recover...All because of me. I came back because of what I did. I came back to try and make things right.

RICHARDSON

(pause)

...Can anyone become a Warring Angel?

WALKER

Yes, but only if God has enough strength to create a new one. Besides that, finding someone to come back isn't easy.

RICHARDSON

How come?

WALKER

To become a Warring Angel you must be willing to give up Heaven.

RICHARDSON

Why?!

WALKER

Once a Warring Angel spills human blood they can never set foot in Heaven.

RICHARDSON

(pause)

...So tell me, how does Hilliard get that close to the President without a background check or something?

WALKER

After the Kennedy Operation he dropped off the radar for a few decades. He created a new identity and reappeared about twenty years ago. All those that would have recognized him from his time at the CIA had passed away from old age. With his new identity and clean past he used his power of influence to work his way up to where he is now. The only other Fallen Angel to ever get to a higher position of power was Hitler.

RICHARDSON

(shocked)

Hitler?! Adolph Hitler was a Fallen Angel?!

WALKER

Yeah. He was a soldier in World War One and was killed in battle. He came back and with his power of influence, like Hilliard's only stronger, he was able to amass his army of followers. The history books say that Hitler killed himself; he didn't. It took twelve Warring Angels to do the job. They made it look like suicide to hide the truth.

RICHARDSON

(pause)

...Amazing...All of this.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

The helicopter lifts off from the roof of the building next to Richardson's apartment complex.

Tyson takes a deep breath before picking up the phone and speaking into it.

TYSON

This is Tyson.

INTERCUT UCLA HOSPITAL ROOM/HELO TWO

Hilliard is watching the news on the television about the destruction of the prison and the apartment complex.

HILLIARD

Tell me he's dead, Tyson.

TYSON

(long pause)

...Well, sir, not exactly yet. It's not my fault this time...

HILLIARD

(cuts Tyson off)

Enough!

(lowers voice)

...I don't want to hear another one of your worthless excuses. You are in charge of this mission, so the buck stops with you!

TYSON

I know, sir. We'll find him.

HILLIARD

You damn well better, Tyson. You don't want me to get any more pissed off than I already am!

TYSON

Yes, sir. Tyson out.

Tyson ends the phone call and tosses the device to Timmerson. He SIGHS and rubs the bridge of his nose as he shakes his head back and forth.

INT. CAR

Richardson and Walker pull into the Long Beach Airport parking lot and park the car.

WALKER

Let's lose the weapons...

They place their weapons in the backseat.

EXT. PARKING LOT

They both exit the car and walk into the ticket terminal.

INT. TERMINAL

Walker and Richardson walk over to the ticketing booth and study the departing flight schedule.

RICHARDSON

...The earliest flight for D.C. doesn't leave for four hours.

WALKER

We'll head to Oklahoma then, the flight departs in an hour. We'll pick up a connecting flight to D.C. when we get there. We need to put as much distance from here as soon as possible.

Richardson reaches into her pocket and pulls out her debit card.

RICHARDSON

Here's hoping my debit card hasn't been flagged yet or this is going to be a short flight.

INT. SECURITY CONTROL ROOM

A bored SECURITY GUARD is sitting at his desk when a picture of Walker emerges from the fax. He tears off the sheet of paper and looks it over.

SECURITY GUARD

Let's see what we got here...Wanted for assassination attempt on the President.

He does a quick glance of all the monitors.

SECURITY GUARD

Like he'd show up at Long Beach Airport. I wish. I'd give my left nut for that kind of excitement...

He SEES Walker and Richardson standing at a ticket counter purchasing a ticket.

SECURITY GUARD

(shocked)

...Holy crap!

He nervously dials a number on his phone as he watches the monitor.

SECURITY GUARD

...Hey, Cap, this is Smitty in the control room! We got us a little situation!

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Timmerson receives a message on her computer. She smiles as she reads the email.

TIMMERSON

Bingo, we got him!

TYSON

Where?

TIMMERSON

Security at Long Beach Airport just called it in. He and the F.B.I. Agent are there.

Tyson taps Pilot #2 on his shoulder to get his attention.

TYSON

Long Beach Airport! I want to be there five minutes ago!

INT. UCLA MEDICAL CENTER ROOM

Hilliard is alone with President Roberts in his room.

PRESIDENT ROBERTS

What have the other countries been doing in response to the Korean crisis, Victor?

HILLIARD

So far, just condemnation and outrage, Mister President. As usual, the world is waiting for us to decide what to do next.

PRESIDENT ROBERTS

(sighs)

...An eye for an eye is my first thought. But, If we retaliate with a nuclear strike what will China do?

HILLIARD

I wouldn't worry about China. They talk tough but they always end up sitting on the fence. As far as North Korea, we must retaliate. Because if we don't China will take that as a sign of weakness and they just may make a move in the region. We both know that we can't look weak, Mister President. Strength is the only thing that keeps our enemies at bay.

PRESIDENT ROBERTS

(big sigh)

...Christ, what a day.

HILLIARD

I suggest you get some rest. You'll need it for the emergency summit...I'm confident that whatever decision you make will be in the best interest of everyone involved.

Hilliard's phone RINGS.

HILLIARD

...Excuse me, Mister President.

INTERCUT UCLA MEDICAL ROOM/HELO TWO

Hilliard walks away from the bed and answers the phone.

HILLIARD

(whispers)

You better have something good to tell me, Tyson.

TYSON

He's been spotted at Long Beach Airport. We're only a few minutes away.

(pause)

...Sir, did you hear me?

HILLIARD

(pause; whispers)

...Don't confront him at the airport. Let him board his flight, Tyson. I repeat, let him board his flight.

TYSON

What?!

HILLIARD

(whispers)

Shut up and listen; pick a member of your team to board the plane. Have that member place a bomb on it, then wait until the plane gets to thirty thousand feet and then detonate it. Walker won't be able to escape and he sure as hell won't survive a fall from that altitude. After your member is dropped at the airport come to the med center and escort us back to the White House.

TYSON

(lowers voice)

But, sir, who am I going to get to do this mission? What you're talking about is suicide.

HILLIARD

(whispers)

Have you ever heard of a parachute, moron? Do I have to draw you a picture or would that even be too confusing for you?

TYSON

But, this is a helicopter, sir. I don't believe helicopters have parachutes.

HILLIARD

(irritated; whispers)

The helicopter you are on has high-altitude capabilities for high altitude commando drops. You think they flap their arms all the way down? The parachutes are in the cargo bay. It is stunning to me how clueless you are on just about everything, Tyson.

TYSON

But...

HILLIARD

(cuts him off; whispers)

Tyson, shut the hell up and do what I say without questioning me, all right?!

TYSON

Yes, sir.

HILLIARD

(whispers)

One last thing, Tyson; you screw this up and you might as well do yourself a favor and put a bullet in your head. Understand?

TYSON

Yes, sir.

Tyson hangs up his phone.

TYSON

(to himself)

Bloody prick, he is.

Hilliard hangs up his phone.

HILLIARD

Idiot.

INT. COMMERCIAL 747 AIRPLANE

Walker and Richardson are sitting in their seats. Walker is anxiously looking out the window.

RICHARDSON

See anything out there?

WALKER

No, so far so good. I just wish this bird would get in the air.

RICHARDSON

Looks like they're pulling away the loading equipment. Shouldn't be long now.

Walker continues to look out the window.

WALKER

(pause)

...At your apartment you said you flew helicopters in the military; what led you into that field?

RICHARDSON

My father. He flew a Blackhawk for twenty three years. Career man. He taught me how to fly a small two-seater when I was twelve. After high school I joined the Army; more for him than me, really. I knew it would make him happy. My true love was law enforcement, so after my stint I went to college and got my degree in criminology. Joined the F.B.I. right after.

WALKER

Bet Dad was proud.

RICHARDSON

Yeah...Yeah he was.

WALKER

What about your Mother?

RICHARDSON

She was killed by a drunk driver when I was eight.

WALKER

...Must have been hard to lose her at that age.

RICHARDSON

Yeah. You wonder if you'll ever really be happy again, or if you'll just feel sad for the rest of your life. You know what I mean?...Have you ever lost anyone that you cared about?

WALKER

Sure, I've lost a lot of friends over the years.

RICHARDSON

I meant someone closer than a friend.

WALKER

...Yeah. Her name was Michelle. She was killed by Hilliard and his gang five years ago.

RICHARDSON

Was she an angel too?

WALKER

No, not in the literal sense...

(sad smile)

To me she was though...She was the most beautiful soul I've ever met.

RICHARDSON

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to reopen an old wound, Walker.

WALKER

(sad smile)
...You can't reopen something that never closed, Susan. After Michelle I swore I'd never care for someone again like I did for her. And, I never have.

Walker's arm is resting on the armrest between them and she places her hand on top of his.

RICHARDSON

I'm sorry, Walker. I really am...

The moment is broken by the voice of the FLIGHT ATTENDANT coming from the speakers.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT (V.O.)

Good evening ladies and gentlemen, we will be departing in a few minutes, so at this time we ask that you fasten your seat belts...

Walker moves his hand out from under Richardson's and stares out the window.

WALKER

We just may make it.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

The helicopter, no longer in stealth mode, lands near the terminal where several SECURITY GUARDS are waiting on the tarmac.

The door to the helicopter opens and Tyson exits. He is met by the Security Guard that spotted Walker and Richardson.

TYSON

Good evening. Are you the chap who found our fugitive?

SECURITY GUARD

Yes I am, sir. What else can I do to help?

TYSON

I'd like to insert an agent onto the aircraft to monitor Walker and his female companion. We'll arrest him at his next destination.

SECURITY GUARD

Wouldn't it be better to just arrest him here right now, sir?

TYSON

I've got my orders, pal. I have to follow them just like you do.

The Security Guard pulls out his walkie-talkie.

SECURITY GUARD

I hear ya. I'll call it in to hold the plane so your man can get aboard.

Hoffman emerges from the helicopter carrying two black duffle bags. A jacket conceals his weapons.

TYSON

(quietly to Hoffman)

A GPS is attached to your parachute. We'll pick you up after you touch down.

HOFFMAN

Gotcha. Let's do this.

TYSON

(to Security Guards)

All right gentlemen, if you would be so kind and escort our Agent through the terminal, we'll be on our way.

SECURITY GUARD

(to Hoffman)

This way, sir.

TYSON

Thank you, gentlemen, you have done a great service for your country.

Hoffman is led into the terminal by the Security Guards.

INT. TERMINAL

The Security Guards walk Hoffman through the metal detectors.

HOFFMAN

This is as far as you go, boys. Might raise their suspicions if they see a bunch of security guards walkin' with me, don't you think?

SECURITY GUARD

Yeah, you're right. Your ticket is waiting for you at gate three.

HOFFMAN

(smiles)

First class, I hope.

SECURITY GUARD

Yes, sir.

HOFFMAN

Outstanding. And where are the two suspects seated?

SECURITY GUARD

Toward the rear of the plane.

HOFFMAN

Sounds like a winner.

Hoffman turns and walks away.

HOFFMAN

(smiling)

Ya'll have a great day.

INT. PLANE

Walker senses something and sits upright in his seat.

RICHARDSON

What's the matter?

WALKER

I've got a really bad feeling all of a sudden. Something isn't right.

Hoffman walks aboard and stows his bags in the overhead compartment then takes his seat.

The Flight Attendant closes the door.

EXT. AIRPLANE

The plane backs away from the terminal and begins to taxi down the runway.

INT. AIRPLANE

Richardson is looking out the window and SEES the Stealth Helicopter lifting off the ground.

RICHARDSON

(points; whispers)

Helicopter! Like the kind that attacked us earlier!

Walker looks out the window and SEES it.

WALKER

(whispers)

Yeah.

They both watch as it flies away.

RICHARDSON

Maybe that was what you felt. Looks like they're leaving. If it was them they missed us.

WALKER

...It still doesn't feel right.

EXT. AIRPLANE

The aircraft's engines SCREAM as it rolls down the runway until it finally lifts off the ground and heads into the night.

INT. AIRPLANE

The airplane has stopped climbing and the fasten seatbelt sign is turned off.

RICHARDSON

Do you still feel something?

He sits there motionless for several moments.

WALKER

...There's someone on this plane. Someone like me.

He unbuckles his seatbelt.

WALKER

Stay here.

Walker gets up and walks toward the front of the plane, glancing at each passenger as he walks by.

Each restroom he checks is empty.

He is about to pull back the drape to the first class section, when it is suddenly pulled back by a FLIGHT ATTENDANT. She is startled when she SEES Walker standing before her.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

I'm sorry, this is the first class section, sir. You're not allowed in here.

Walker looks past her and SEES an OLDER COUPLE and a MAN dressed in a business suit, sitting in their seats.

WALKER

Just stretching my legs.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

I'm sorry, you need to return to your seat.

WALKER

...Sorry.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

(smiles)

No harm done.

He turns and walks back toward his seat as the Flight Attendant pulls out the beverage cart from the storage closet.

INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM

Hoffman is sitting on the toilet seat with one of his black bags. He unzips it to REVEAL a substantial amount of plastic explosives and a timer detonator.

INT. AIRPLANE

Walker sits down in his seat next to Richardson. He still looks uneasy.

RICHARDSON

Anything?

WALKER

No.

RICHARDSON

Still feel someone?

WALKER

...Yeah.

RICHARDSON

...What about the first class bathroom?

Walker sits there for a moment, then without saying a word, gets up from his seat and walks toward the first class section. The intensity on his face is evident as the Flight Attendant watches him approach.

FLIGHT ATTENDANT

Sir, you can't get by...

Walker violently PUSHES the drink cart out of the way onto an empty seat, causing several people to SCREAM.

Frightened, the Flight Attendant moves out of his path as Walker RIPS down the first class curtain.

INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM

Hoffman is setting the timer when he HEARS the commotion Walker is causing. He stands up, looks out the small peephole and SEES Walker approaching.

HOFFMAN

(whispers)

You son of a bitch.

He quickly sets the timer for five minutes then arms it. The timer starts to tick down.

EXT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM

Walker is at the door, quietly running his hands over it, trying to sense if his enemy is inside.

INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM

Hoffman leans back and gives the door a VICIOUS KICK which sends it flying off its hinges.

INT. FIRST CLASS

The force of the kick sends the door and Walker through the air, CRASHING into the exit door, causing it to buckle.

Hoffman emerges from the bathroom with a handgun in each hand. He KICKS the bathroom door off of Walker, who is dazed, and points both weapons at him.

HOFFMAN

You gave us a good run, chief. It's an honor to be the one to kill you...

Suddenly, a silver serving tray SMASHES against Hoffman's head. Hoffman falls to a knee, then regains his senses and looks up to find Richardson standing before him with a dented tray in her hands. He points a handgun at her.

HOFFMAN

...Woman, I'm gonna have a headache the size of Texas now, thanks to you.

Walker KICKS Hoffman's arm as he FIRES the gun, sending the bullet into the overhead luggage compartment.

INT. COCKPIT

The PILOT, CO-PILOT, and NAVIGATOR hear the noise.

CO-PILOT

What's going on out there?

PILOT

It sounded like a gunshot.

NAVIGATOR

I'll check it out.

The Navigator stands and moves over to the door and peers through the peephole.

INT. FIRST CLASS

Walker lunges at Hoffman and wrestles for the guns.

Hoffman FIRES both guns wildly as they struggle. A few bullets HIT Walker, while the remaining STRIKE different parts of the door that leads to the cockpit.

The Navigator is fatally HIT along with the Pilot and the Co-Pilot as the bullets TEAR through the cockpit.

The plane is out of control, sending Walker, Hoffman, and Richardson sprawling to the floor.

SCREAMS from the passengers can be heard.

INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM

The timer on the detonator reads three minutes and counting.

INT. FIRST CLASS

Hoffman struggles to his feet and reaches for the overhead compartment. Walker grabs him and SLAMS his head repeatedly into the wall of the plane.

The exit door that Walker crashed into buckles. Walker turns and SEES the door beginning to cave outward.

WALKER

(to Richardson)

Grab onto something!

Richardson, lying on the walkway, reaches up and grabs a loose seatbelt, wrapping it tightly around her arm just as the exit door BLOWS OUT.

Everything not bolted down is sucked out the large hole.

Walker and Hoffman fly through the air. Richardson reaches out and grabs Walker's arm in midair.

Hoffman barely grabs a hold of the armrest of a chair next to the large hole. Half of his body is hanging out of the opening. The pain on his face is obvious as he holds on.

INT. FIRST CLASS RESTROOM

The explosives in the duffle bag slide across the rest room floor, but the carry strap catches on the jagged door hinge.

The timer on the detonator reads ninety seconds and counting.

INT. FIRST CLASS

The plane has regained cabin pressure and now there is just a strong wind coming from the gaping hole. Hoffman is barely holding on.

Walker makes his way over to Hoffman.

HOFFMAN

You think you've beaten me don't you?! Well, you haven't beaten crap, Walker! You're gonna go down with this plane and you're gonna hear me laughin' all the way!

WALKER

(to Richardson)

Check the overhead compartment, he was looking for something...

Richardson begins opening the compartments. Hoffman's expression sours as he watches her.

WALKER

(to Hoffman)

What's the matter, something up there you don't want us to find?

HOFFMAN

You still won't win this War...You won't go the distance...

Richardson finds the duffle bag and opens it.

RICHARDSON

Walker, I found a parachute!

WALKER

(to Hoffman)

...I may not go the distance, but I'll get to see the sunrise in the morning, which is more than I can say for you.

Walker is about to kick Hoffman off the plane.

HOFFMAN

I won't give you the satisfaction.

Hoffman lets go and is sucked out of the plane.

WALKER

...Put the parachute on, Susan.

Richardson straps on the parachute.

RICHARDSON

What about the others?!

WALKER

There's nothing we can do, unless you can fly a damaged seven forty seven.

She has no response as she looks back at the frightened people on the plane. She walks over to Walker.

WALKER

There's nothing we can do for them. Don't look back, Susan. Don't look back.

She nods yes. He wraps his arms around her tightly and then they fall through the opening and plummet through the sky.

EXT. PLANE

Walker and Richardson tumble through the air for several long moments until Richardson pulls the ripcord and the parachute POPS OUT.

They both watch as the plane descends out of control.

INT. FIRST CLASS

The timer counts down from six seconds to zero.

EXT. PLANE

The front of the plane EXPLODES in midair leaving a trail of fire as it falls from the sky.

RICHARDSON

...Oh, God.

They both watch as the plane disappears over a mountain range. The horizon is lit up as the plane EXPLODES upon impact.

Both are quiet for several moments. Walker looks down at the quickly approaching ground.

WALKER

...I've got to let go of you, Susan.

RICHARDSON

What do you mean?

WALKER

We're descending too fast. This parachute is built for one person. The ground is about two hundred feet away, I should be okay.

He lets go of her and falls to earth.

RICHARDSON

Walker?!

She drifts for several long moments before finally landing.

EXT. DESERT

She picks herself up and looks around.

RICHARDSON

Walker?!

WALKER

...Over here.

She unhooks the parachute and stumbles through the darkness toward his VOICE and finds him lying on his side, propped up on an elbow.

RICHARDSON

Oh my God, are you okay?!

WALKER

I've been better. Then again, I've been worse. I may need some help up though.

She helps him to his feet and he places an arm around her shoulder for support.

WALKER

Thanks. Let's head east and hope we hit a road or something.

They don't notice the small location transmitter attached to the parachute as they walk by it. A small red light on it is flashing.

EXT. UCLA MEDICAL CENTER - MORNING

Hilliard and two heavily armed SPECIAL SECURITY AGENTS are waiting on the rooftop as Stealth Helo-two lands.

The door opens and Tyson, Timmerson and Mercer emerge.

HILLIARD

Congratulations, looks like you finally did something right, Tyson. It's all over the news about the airplane going down over the desert. Have you heard from Hoffman?

TYSON

No, but we have the location from his transmitter and I dispatched a team to pick him up.

HILLIARD

Maybe there's hope for you after all.

TYSON

(smiles)

I been sayin' that all along, ol' chap.

EXT. DESERT - SUNRISE

Walker is walking on his own as they make their way across the desert. The sun is just rising over the mountains.

RICHARDSON

...But, do you know how much damage your body can take?

WALKER

The max amount? Nope. A lot though.

RICHARDSON

...Does it hurt when you're shot? I mean does it hurt like a normal person?

WALKER

Yep.

RICHARDSON

...What does it feel like when you're healing?

WALKER

Shhhhhh...You hear that?

Susan listens intently.

RICHARDSON

...A train?

WALKER

(points)

There...

The LIGHT of a train can be seen far off in the distance.

WALKER

It's heading this way too. Come on, we have to catch it!

They run toward the train. After several hundred yards of running they finally find the track. Both are winded when they come to a stop at the tracks.

WALKER

(thinking)

...Run up ahead about two hundred yards and stand next to the track. I'll try to make it on board and then grab you as the train goes by.

RICHARDSON

You can't be serious! That looks like a passenger train. You have any idea how fast it must be going?

WALKER

I can do this. Haven't you learned to trust me yet, Susan?

She looks at him with doubt in her eyes.

RICHARDSON

I should have taken my vacation this week.

She shakes her head and runs down the track.

Walker watches the train as it gets closer. He turns and looks at Richardson.

WALKER

(yells)

You ready?!

RICHARDSON

(yells)

This is going to hurt isn't it?!

WALKER

(yells)

Definitely!

The train is almost upon him when he starts running in the same direction it is traveling.

EXT. PASSENGER TRAIN

The last car is about to pass Walker when he finally leaps toward it. He grabs the guard rail and barely keeps his grip as his body is THROWN AGAINST the train. He pulls himself up onto the loading platform.

The train is almost upon Richardson. She begins running alongside the track as Walker grabs a hold of the railing with one hand and reaches out with his other.

He grabs her outstretched arms as the train goes by her.

The pain is obvious on both their faces as he struggles to pull her aboard. With great effort he finally pulls her up and they both collapse on the floor.

WALKER

(breathing hard)

...You okay?

RICHARDSON

(breathing hard)

...I thought you were gonna let me go for a second there.

WALKER

Never. Come on, let's get inside.

He stands and helps her up. The sliding door is locked so Walker pulls at the door until the lock gives way. He slides the door open and the two enter.

INT. PASSENGER TRAIN

Because of the early hour, there is no one about as they walk through the train.

Walker tries each door until he finally finds one unlocked. He opens it and sees that the sleeping compartment is empty. They both walk in and shut the door behind them.

INT. SLEEPING COMPARTMENT #128

Walker locks the door.

RICHARDSON

Where do you think the train is going?

He pulls down a fold out bed from the wall.

WALKER

No idea. It's heading east though and that's all that matters.

He looks around for another bed, but finds none.

WALKER

The best thing to do is try and get some sleep while we can. You can have the bed, I'll take the floor.

Walker grabs a pillow, lays down on the floor and takes off his coat to use as a blanket.

Richardson gets into bed, then watches Walker as he tries to get comfortable.

RICHARDSON

...Look...why don't you just sleep up here with me, there's plenty of room.

WALKER

(pause)

...You sure?

RICHARDSON

Well, if I can't trust an angel, who can I trust?

Walker smiles and gets up.

RICHARDSON

You've got to lose the smelly t-shirt though.

He takes off his bloody and stained t-shirt. She notices the bullet hole scars on his chest and back.

RICHARDSON

...My God.

WALKER

What?...

(looks at chest)

...Oh, these?

(runs hand over scars)

I got these from Hilliard and his goons in Vietnam.

RICHARDSON

The Doctor at the prison said you had bullet hole scars...But, I had no idea how many...

He crawls into bed beside her.

WALKER

Yeah, they did a number on me.

RICHARDSON

...How come your body didn't heal so that there weren't any scars?

WALKER

'Cause I got these when I was still human, before I became what I am now.

RICHARDSON

(long pause)

...Can I ask you a personal question?

WALKER

Sure...I guess.

RICHARDSON

...You always seem hesitant to call yourself an angel...Why?

WALKER

(long pause)

...They let angels into Heaven, Susan. With what I did in my life that could never happen for me. I was given a glimpse of what it was like though...

RICHARDSON

What was it like?

WALKER

(pauses; remembers)

...Beautiful, beyond any words I could ever speak. Just perfect in every single way you could ever hope to imagine.

After a moment, he rolls over on his side facing away from her. There is sadness in his eyes.

WALKER

...Made me sad though...to see it.

RICHARDSON

Why?

WALKER

(long pause)

...Because at that moment I knew Heaven was too good of a place for someone like me; a killer.

She doesn't know what to say. She reaches out and lightly touches the scars on his back.

RICHARDSON

...Michael...for what it's worth, thank you for fighting for us.

WALKER

(changes subject)

...Better get some sleep...I don't know when we'll get another chance.

Both lay there in silence.

EXT. DESERT - EARLY MORNING

A jeep carrying six heavily armed SPECIAL SECURITY AGENTS is parked next to the parachute Walker and Richardson used. SPECIAL SECURITY AGENT #1 pulls out his phone.

INTERCUT INT. UCLA ROOM/DESERT

Tyson's phone RINGS.

TYSON

Tyson here.

S.S. AGENT #1

Sir, this is Omega Team. We've recovered Hoffman's body and located his parachute. There are two sets of footprints leaving the area and heading east.

TYSON

Bloody wonderful.

S.S. AGENT #1

Looking at the map, I do see train tracks about five miles away in the direction the footprints are heading.

TYSON

(sigh)

...Follow the footprints and find out where they lead to.

S.S. AGENT #1

Yes, sir.

Tyson immediately begins dialing a number.

TIMMERSON (O.S.)

Yeah, what's up?

TYSON

Timmerson, I need you to run a check on your computer for me.

TIMMERSON (O.S.)

Sure, go ahead.

TYSON

You still have the coordinates from Hoffman's transmitter in your computer, right?

TIMMERSON (O.S.)

Yeah.

TYSON

There is a train track about five miles east of the transmitter. I need you to find out the numbers and destinations of all the trains that passed through the area last night...It appears that the pain in my ass is still alive.

TIMMERSON (O.S.)

All right, I'm on it.

Tyson hangs up the phone.

TYSON

(to himself)

...Time to tell the bloody prick that Walker is still alive.

HILLIARD (O.S.)

No need too. The bloody prick heard your conversation.

Tyson quickly turns around and finds Hilliard in his face.

TYSON

(startled)

Muh...Mister Hilliard! I didn't mean for it to sound that way!

Hilliard grabs him by the throat and SLAMS him down, back first onto the floor.

HILLIARD

(angry)

Oh no?! Tell me Tyson, how was it supposed to sound?!

Hilliard drags him across the floor by his neck.

HILLIARD

...I'd love to hear another one of your inept excuses, you little cockroach!

He slides Tyson over to a wall, then up it, holding him a foot off the floor.

HILLIARD

I've clawed my way through three hundred and forty two years of crap to finally get to the position I'm at now! I've earned respect and I demand it from a little pissant like you! We clear on that?!

He throws Tyson the length of the room into a desk.

Tyson slowly rises to his feet. He is COUGHING, trying to regain the lost oxygen.

HILLIARD

We've never been this close before! And nothing...nothing, will stop me from winning this war, Tyson! Especially an idiot like you! Have I made myself clear?!

TYSON

...Yes, sir...

HILLIARD

(straightens out suit)

...Send Timmerson and Mercer to find and kill Walker and his sidekick. Tell them to use whatever means necessary.

TYSON

...Yes, sir.

HILLIARD

Then, clean yourself up. I need you to escort the President and I back to Washington. Think you can handle that?

TYSON

Yes, sir.

Hilliard walks out of the room as Tyson massages his throat.

TYSON

(to himself)

...You're still a bloody prick.

Tyson's phone RINGS.

TYSON

Yeah.

TIMMERSON (O.S.)

Only a passenger train headed for Denver went through the area between five and eight this morning.

TYSON

You, Mercer, and a squad take the helicopter and intercept the train. If you find Walker, kill him. Hell, kill everyone on the bloody damn train for all I care.

TIMMERSON (O.S.)

Okay, we're in the air in five minutes.

Tyson hangs up the phone.

INT. SLEEPING COMPARTMENT #128 - DAY

Richardson is asleep on the bed alone. She is startled awake by the SOUND of the door opening. It is Walker carrying a tray of food.

RICHARDSON

(half asleep)

What's going on?

WALKER

Relax, I just got us some things to eat.

RICHARDSON

How long did I sleep?

WALKER

About five hours.

RICHARDSON

What about you?

WALKER

About three.

He sets the tray down next to her and both begin to eat as she looks out the window at the mountain scenery.

RICHARDSON

Where are we anyway?

WALKER

We just entered Colorado. I heard some people talking in the dining car; we're heading for Denver. Should get there in a few hours.

RICHARDSON

What do we do then?

Before Walker can answer, several bullets CRASH through the window and strike him.

Richardson ducks for cover as Walker falls to the floor in pain. Several more bullets RIP through the room.

Walker looks out the window and SEES Timmerson, holding the sniper rifle, standing in the doorway of the Stealth Helicopter as it flies beside the train.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

There are twelve fully armed SQUAD MEMBERS along with Timmerson, Mercer, and Pilot #2 in the helicopter.

TIMMERSON

(to Pilot #2)

Take us over the last car.

The helicopter moves over the last car of the train.

TIMMERSON

(to Mercer and Squad)

Okay, I've drawn first blood! You boys know the rest of the routine!

Mercer nods yes, then rappels down the rope to the roof of the train. He is immediately followed by ten Squad Members.

EXT. TRAIN/ROOFTOP

Mercer and the rest of the Squad are standing on the roof.

MERCER

Search and destroy! If it moves, kill it!

SQUAD MEMBER #1 is the first to jump down onto the loading platform followed by Mercer and the others.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

The helicopter moves back beside the train.

Timmerson is looking through the scope on her sniper rifle.

TIMMERSON

(into microphone)

No sign of Walker in his room.

EXT. TRAIN/LOADING PLATFORM

Mercer is listening to Timmerson over his headset.

MERCER

(into microphone)

Don't worry about it, ain't nothin' gettin' off this train alive!

Squad Member #1 slides open the door, then moves out of the way.

There is a PASSENGER standing outside his room, trying to see what the commotion is about. Mercer FIRES his gatling gun, TEARING the Passenger and hallway to pieces.

MERCER

Let's go, gimme room to room!

The Squad Members begin KICKING open doors to the sleeping compartments and SHOOTING anyone that they find inside.

Mercer walks down the hall, SHOOTING fleeing PASSENGERS as he LAUGHS.

They make their way room by room until they reach the end of the car. Squad Member #1 slides open the door to the next car.

Mercer and the others walk in and begin their search anew, killing anyone that they find.

MERCER

(yells)

Last time I had this much fun killing people was at Auschwitz!

They come upon the part of the car where there are rows of seats. The ceiling of the car is taller than the ceiling of the sleeping compartment car and Mercer and the Squad Members don't notice Walker above them, wedged between the walls near the ceiling.

As the last Squad Member walks under Walker, a few drops of blood land on his weapon.

He looks up to SEE Walker plummeting down toward him. Walker lands on him HARD, driving him to the ground.

The other Squad Members don't hear the commotion because of the sound of their own GUNFIRE as they shoot at the fleeing PASSENGERS.

Walker BREAKS the neck of SQUAD MEMBER #10, then picks up his machine gun and OPENS FIRE on SQUAD MEMBERS #4 through #9, killing them all.

Mercer turns around when several stray bullets STRIKE the area around him.

MERCER

You finally ready to play?!

He pulls the trigger on his gatling gun.

Walker dives behind the seats for cover as the entire area is RIDDLED WITH BULLET HOLES. Mercer continues to FIRE and is joined in by SQUAD MEMBERS #1 through #3.

Richardson emerges from the restroom behind them and quietly moves in behind Squad Member #1.

Richardson quickly grabs his handgun out of his hip holster and FIRES three rounds into his side, then FIRES several rounds into the backs of Squad Members #2 and #3.

Mercer runs out of ammunition in his gatling gun as Richardson FIRES the last three bullets into his back. The mountain of a man turns around and faces her.

MERCER

That hurt. You like it rough, lady?

He drops his empty gatling gun and smiles as he takes a step toward her.

She throws the empty gun at him, HITTING HIM in the face.

MERCER

I like a woman that plays hard to get...

WALKER (O.S.)

Susan, get down!

Richardson instinctively hits the floor.

Several bullets RIP through Mercer as Walker empties the weapon into his back.

Richardson rolls out of Mercer's way as he falls to his knees in pain.

Mercer pulls himself to his feet and turns to SEE Walker running toward him holding the machine gun over his head like a baseball bat. Walker swings the weapon and STRIKES Mercer in the head, BREAKING the stock off the weapon.

Walker KICKS him in the chest, sending him CRASHING through the door that separates one car from the next.

Walker runs toward Mercer and TACKLES him hard, sending them CRASHING through several rows of seats.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Timmerson is watching them through a pair of binoculars.

TIMMERSON

(panic)

Come on, Mercer! Fight!

Timmerson LOOKS in the direction that the train is heading.

TIMMERSON

(pause; to Pilot #2)

...Take us up ahead.

INT. TRAIN

Walker is on top of Mercer, PUNCHING him in the face. After several blows, Mercer catches Walker's fist in midair.

MERCER

...You're gonna have to do a lot better than that.

Mercer delivers a THUNDEROUS BLOW to Walker's face.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

The helicopter flies over a deep valley that is connected by a suspension bridge. There is a large FLOWING river several hundred feet below.

TIMMERSON

(pause; thinking)

...Blow the bridge.

PILOT #2

Excuse me?

TIMMERSON

I said blow the damn bridge!

PILOT #2

But what about our men on the train?

TIMMERSON

Expendable...They had their chance and they blew it.

PILOT #2

...Yes, ma'am.

INT. TRAIN

Mercer, standing over Walker, is listening to Timmerson over his headset. He tries to talk into the damaged microphone.

MERCER

You little skank! What the hell you think you're doing?!

He turns his back on Walker to look out the window.

MERCER

Timmerson?!

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Several guided missiles are FIRED from the helicopter and they STRIKE the middle of the bridge causing the center section to collapse.

INT. TRAIN

Mercer EXPLODES in anger.

MERCER

You little bitch! I'm gonna rip you in half the next time I see you!

WALKER (O.S.)

What makes you so sure you'll see her again?

Walker has picked up part of a metal railing that had broken off during their fight and swings it at Mercer, STRIKING him in the head, sending him sprawling to the floor.

Walker RUNS back into the car where Richardson is, then reaches down and with great effort, pulls apart the mechanism that connects each car together.

The first three quarters of the train begin to pull away.

Mercer struggles to his feet just as the engine car plunges off the track. The rest of the cars, including his, tumble off the track and CRASH into the river below.

INT. TRAIN

The part of the train with Walker and Richardson in it comes to a stop just at the edge of the damaged track that overlooks the river a couple hundred feet below.

They both watch as the helicopter maneuvers into position to destroy the part of the bridge that they are on.

RICHARDSON

...Let me guess, we're gonna have to jump again, aren't we?

WALKER

Good guess.

He grabs her hand and they both JUMP off the train as the helicopter FIRES it's missiles.

EXT. BRIDGE

The train and the rest of the bridge are DESTROYED as Walker and Richardson fall through the air.

Walker pulls her tightly against his body to take the brunt of the impact as they HIT the water.

EXT. RIVER

The debris from the train and the bridge come CRASHING down into the water behind Walker and Richardson.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Timmerson reloads her sniper rifle.

TIMMERSON

(to Pilot #2)

Take it down. I want to make sure they're dead.

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO

The helicopter descends and heads downstream.

Dead Passengers and debris from the train are floating everywhere.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Timmerson points to a spot in the river where there is a large riverbank.

TIMMERSON

(to Pilot #2)

There, put her down there...

Pilot #2 lands the helicopter.

TIMMERSON

(to two Squad Members)

All right, you know what they look like. I want every single body checked.

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Timmerson and SQUAD MEMBER #11 and #12 exit the helicopter.

TIMMERSON

Spread out...

They turn over each body they come upon as they search the area.

Nobody notices Richardson as she emerges from the water and quietly makes her way to the helicopter.

Timmerson and Squad Member #12 don't notice Squad Member #11 being pulled underwater by Walker.

Richardson picks up a large rock and boards the helicopter.

Timmerson doesn't witness Squad Member #12 being pulled underwater.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Richardson sneaks up behind Pilot #2 and SLAMS the rock against the side of his head. She pushes his unconscious body out of the helicopter, then sits down and quickly goes over the controls.

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Timmerson is still turning over bodies and searching the wreckage along the river.

WALKER (O.S.)

Looking for me?

Timmerson stiffens. She turns around and SEES Walker rushing full speed toward her.

Walker covers the distance in a blink of an eye and SLAMS into Timmerson, causing her to lose her weapon.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Richardson PUSHES several buttons on the control panel and the rotary blades on the helicopter begin to SPIN.

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Timmerson and Walker are twenty feet away from the helicopter when Timmerson delivers a VICIOUS KICK, sending Walker flying through the air toward the rear rotary blade.

Walker TWISTS in midair just enough so that the blade barely CUTS INTO his shoulder.

He falls into the water. When he comes up for air, Timmerson POUNCES on him. She grabs him by the throat and forces him back down under the water. Walker struggles to come up.

TIMMERSON

(yelling)

What's the matter, Walker, having a little breathing problem?!

Timmerson pushes him back down. Several moments later, Walker emerges again, GASPING for air.

TIMMERSON

(taunting)

Come on, Walker, die so I can have a little fun with your new girlfriend!

Timmerson tries to push him back down, but the comment she made enrages Walker, giving him new strength. Walker won't go back down. He grabs Timmerson's wrists, then allows himself to be pushed underwater.

TIMMERSON

(laughing)

Got you, you mother fu...

Walker places his feet against Timmerson's chest and KICKS with all his might. The force of the kick sends Timmerson up into the SPINNING main rotary blade. Death is instantaneous.

Walker struggles to his feet, clutching his bleeding shoulder, and staggers over to the open doorway of the helicopter.

Richardson turns in her chair and SEES all the blood on him.

RICHARDSON

(gasps)

Oh my God, Walker, are you okay?

WALKER

Just peachy...Can you fly this thing?

RICHARDSON

I think so. It's not much different than what I'm used to flying. I think I've even figured out how to turn on the cloaking device...

(eyes widen with fear)

Walker!

As Walker is getting into the helicopter, a large mangled hand GRABS him by the neck and pulls him out.

The hand belongs to Mercer, who is badly wounded from the train wreck and fall.

He THROWS Walker backwards through the air, into the water, then limps toward him. Walker emerges from the water and finds Mercer standing over him.

MERCER

(smiling)

I'm gonna make you cry for mommy.

With that said, he begins STRIKING Walker mercilessly. After several BLOWS, Mercer notices a strong BREEZE behind him.

Mercer turns and SEES the Stealth Helicopter hovering several feet away, the gatling gun, mounted on the nose of the helicopter, is aimed at his chest.

MERCER

Oh fu...

The gatling gun ERUPTS, spitting out hundreds of bullets into Mercer. His bullet ridden body falls in pieces into the water.

Walker struggles to his feet.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Richardson is smiling as Walker crawls into the helicopter.

RICHARDSON

I figured out the weapon system.

WALKER

...You sure did...Lucky for me.

Richardson holds up a small electronic device.

RICHARDSON

I also disabled the GPS transmitter so they can't track us.

She tosses the device out the window.

WALKER

Well, aren't you the busy little bee?

RICHARDSON

Just lay back and relax. I'll get us to D.C. in a few hours.

WALKER

Sounds good.

Walker lays down on the floor of the helicopter as it lifts off the ground and ascends into the sky.

Richardson engages the cloaking device as the helicopter heads east.

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO

The helicopter SHIMMERS and turns invisible as it flies over the river.

EXT. LAX AIRPORT - DAY

President Roberts, Hilliard, and Tyson are boarding Air Force One.

Tyson's phone RINGS.

TYSON

Tyson here.

S.S. AGENT (O.S.)

Sir, we've lost contact with the Strike Team.

TYSON

(shocked)

What?!...When?!

S.S. AGENT (O.S.)

A few minutes ago. They were engaged with the target when we lost the signal from the location transmitter.

TYSON

Well, maybe the transmitter was damaged...or maybe a malfunction.

S.S. AGENT (O.S.)

Communications have also ceased, sir. We've tried repeatedly, but no one answers.

TYSON

What about radar?

S.S. AGENT (O.S.)

Nothing. Either they've switched to stealth mode, or the helicopter has been destroyed.

TYSON

...Send out a search team and keep trying to contact them. Keep me abreast of the situation.

S.S. AGENT (O.S.)

Yes, sir.

Tyson hangs up the phone.

HILLIARD

...They failed didn't they?

TYSON

...Not necessarily.

HILLIARD

(sure of himself)

They failed...and Walker is still alive. I can feel it.

TYSON

...He might be in possession of our helicopter also.

HILLIARD

He may be in possession of it, but he can't fly it.

TYSON

No, but the woman he's with has some experience with flying helicopters.

HILLIARD

How much experience?

TYSON

Six years...military.

Hilliard closes his eyes in disgust, then SIGHS.

HILLIARD

...This is going to get bloody, Tyson. You up for it?

TYSON

Yes, sir. In fact I'm looking forward to it.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO - EARLY EVENING

Richardson HEARS movement behind her and turns to SEE Walker sitting down in the seat next to her.

RICHARDSON

How you feeling?

WALKER

Better...How long was I out?

RICHARDSON

About five hours...I was worried about you.

Walker smiles.

RICHARDSON

What?

WALKER

Just haven't had anyone say that they were worried about me in a long time...It's nice.

(awkward silence)

...You look comfortable flying this.

RICHARDSON

It's not much different from the type of helicopter I used to fly. They're so high-tech now they almost fly themselves.

WALKER

...Look, I've been thinking...I can't ask you...

RICHARDSON

(cuts him off)

I'm with you until the end and there isn't anything that you can say to change my mind. I know the odds are stacked against us, but they'll be a helluva lot better with me flying this...Besides, partners stick together, no matter what the odds...You hear me?

WALKER

(smiles)

Yeah, I hear you.

She looks at the control panel to get their location.

RICHARDSON

...Now, we're about a half hour away from Washington, what's the plan?

WALKER

Find someplace safe and out of the way to land, then find a place to sleep for the night and work on the game plan.

RICHARDSON

What about weapons?

WALKER

I've got a storage center in D.C. stocked with enough firepower to start World War Three.

RICHARDSON

(smiles)

Good, 'cause World War Three is what we'll give 'em.

EXT. AIR FORCE ONE - EVENING

President Roberts walks out onto the exit ramp, along with several Secret Service Agents. A moment later, Hilliard and Tyson emerge and follow the President down the stairs where a SPECIAL SECURITY AGENT is waiting for them.

HILLIARD

(quietly)

What have we got?

The Special Security Agent waits until the President and the Secret Service Agents have walked away.

S.S. AGENT

The search team located what was left of our team. No survivors. No helicopter either.

TYSON

Timmerson, Mercer?

S.S. AGENT

Not much left of either one.

HILLIARD

Put out an A.P.B. on Walker with our number to call instead of the local authorities. Don't mention anything about the woman he's with. That'll enable us to determine which are the legitimate calls.

S.S. AGENT

Yes, sir.

The Agent walks off.

HILLIARD

(to Tyson)

Assemble as many men as you can and be ready to move on the calls we'll get.

TYSON

Yes, sir.

Tyson turns to leave.

HILLIARD

Tyson, if you find him, kill him quickly, don't play with him...He's too dangerous and we're too close to the end to mess this up now.

TYSON

...Yes, sir.

Tyson walks off.

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO - SUNSET

They have made it to Washington D.C. as the sun begins to set.

WALKER

(points)

...Over there.

Richardson pilots the helicopter over to a secluded area of rundown vacant buildings and lands on the roof of a six story abandoned apartment complex.

WALKER

Perfect. How much fuel do we have left?

RICHARDSON

(looking at gauge)

Not a whole lot, but enough to get us to the White House.

WALKER

Okay, let's go find a place and grab some sleep.

RICHARDSON

(stretches)

Sounds good to me.

They exit the helicopter which is still in stealth mode. Walker runs his hand over the nearly invisible surface of it.

WALKER

We'll have to remember which building this baby is parked at.

Richardson holds up the key to the helicopter. There is a small LCD screen at the end of the key.

RICHARDSON

(smiles)

Our coordinates are stored in the ignition key. We just follow the screen prompts. Welcome to the twenty first century, Walker.

Walker and Richardson begin descending the fire escape.

WALKER

Well, a twentieth century bed will do just fine right now. I'm beat...

EXT. MOTEL

The area is run down with despair and decay. Walker and Richardson emerge from an alley and walk over to a cheap looking two story motel.

The MOTEL RECEPTIONIST is sitting inside his office, watching a show on his small portable television.

Richardson KNOCKS on the window to get his attention. He slowly gets out of his chair and walks over to the window.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

...Yeah?

RICHARDSON

We'd like a room.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

Thirty for the hour or fifty for the night.

RICHARDSON

For the night, please.

She slides the money through the opening in the glass. The Motel Receptionist hands her the key.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

Checkout is eleven AM sharp. I see you runnin' tricks outta the room I call the cops unless you float me a Franklin.

Walker and Richardson head for the room.

RICHARDSON

Classy joint.

WALKER

Hey, you picked it.

INT. MOTEL/OFFICE

The Motel Receptionist sits back down to watch the television. The reception is snowy and the image fades in and out. He tries to adjust the cable attached to the back of it.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

(irritated)

...Come on you piece of crap!

The channel fades out completely.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

Cocksucker!

He flips through the channels until he finally finds a fairly clear channel that is broadcasting the news.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

(disgusted)

Of course the freakin' news comes in great.

The picture of Walker on the screen catches his attention. He quickly turns up the volume.

NEWSCASTER (V.O.)

...Seen this man, please contact the authorities by calling the phone number at the bottom of the screen. He is wanted in connection with the assassination attempt on President Roberts and is considered armed and extremely dangerous. There is a reward of one hundred thousand dollars for information leading to his arrest.

He looks up from the television and watches Walker and Richardson enter room number thirteen, then looks back at the television.

NEWSCASTER (V.O.)

...He is believed to be in the Washington D.C. area or en route.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

One hundred gee's?!

(picks up phone)

Buddy, you just made me one rich fella!

He begins dialing the number from the television screen.

INT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

Richardson is sprawled out on top of the bed, while Walker is trying to get the television to work. He fiddles with the cable but there is nothing but snow on the screen.

WALKER

(frustrated)

It would be nice if we could find out anything from the news.

RICHARDSON

(smiles)

Give it up, Walker. That thing looks like it hasn't worked for about ten years. Just kick back and relax for a change. You don't want to be the first Warring Angel to die from a heart attack, do you?

He gives up and sits down on the bed.

WALKER

No, I guess that would be a pretty lame way to go.

She smiles as he lays back on his side of the bed.

RICHARDSON

Lame is the correct word. So, tell me; what's it like to have lived for so long.

WALKER

(long pause)

...Tiring, at times...Sad...Sad to watch as society deteriorates and know that I helped cause it... Frustrating, to watch people that have the potential to do so much good, do so much evil instead.

RICHARDSON

People can change for the better. Look at you...

WALKER

(sarcastic)

Yeah, look at me...I'm the same person that I've always been, Susan...A killer. Always have been, always will be.

She rolls over onto her stomach and STARES at him.

RICHARDSON

But, you're not the same person you were a long time ago, Michael. You could have fought for the other side. You could be standing next to Hilliard right now, or worse, you could be Hilliard...But you're not...You're fighting for all of us...The woman you loved that died...She saw the good in you...And I see it too.

She lays her head on his chest and shuts her eyes. After a moment he places his arm around her and he closes his eyes.

WALKER

(pause; speaks softly)

...Thank you.

EXT. MOTEL - NIGHT

The Motel Receptionist JUMPS up out of his seat when several dark cars pull up next to his office.

Tyson and several well-armed Special Security Agents emerge from the cars. Tyson walks up to the office.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

It's about damn time, I called you people over three hours ago!

TYSON

(bad mood)

It takes time to investigate twenty false sightings. Now, it would be in your very best interest if you would stop complaining and let me in so I can review your security camera tape.

The Motel Receptionist unlocks the office door and swings it open so Tyson can enter.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

Hey, pal, relax, don't get your panties all in a bunch.

INT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

Walker and Richardson are lying in bed asleep. Her head is still on his chest.

Walker suddenly sits up.

RICHARDSON

(confused)

What's the matter?

WALKER

Bad feeling.

He quickly gets out of bed and looks out the window and SEES Tyson and the others at the office.

WALKER

They're here! Get up!

She quickly gets out of bed.

INT. CHEAP MOTEL/OFFICE

Tyson and the Motel Receptionist are viewing the security tape when Walker and Richardson appear on the screen.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

There he is...See, that's the guy from the news.

Tyson's face lights up at the sight of the image on the screen.

TYSON

(smiling)

Got you, Walker...Where are they?

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

Room thirteen.

Tyson starts to walk away.

MOTEL RECEPTIONIST

Hey, hey, hey, what about my reward, petunia? Where's my reward?

Tyson pulls out a handgun with a silencer attached to it and points it at the very shocked Motel Receptionist.

TYSON

...Here's your reward.

He FIRES a single bullet into the chest of the Motel Receptionist, then turns around and walks outside.

EXT. MOTEL/OFFICE

Tyson motions with his hand and the Agents spread out. Several Agents carrying rocket launchers move into position next to Tyson.

TYSON

Room number thirteen.

The Agents lock their guidance systems onto the room.

Tyson turns to an Agent standing nearby with a walkie-talkie in his hand.

TYSON

I want a car in each alley in case he tries to escape.

The Agent relays the message over the walkie-talkie.

Tyson turns back to the Agents with the rocket launchers.

TYSON

Fire at will.

The two Agents FIRE.

INT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

Walker sees the missiles being FIRED. He turns and JUMPS toward Richardson to try and shield her.

WALKER

Get down!

He TACKLES her as the missiles hit the room and EXPLODE.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

Tyson LAUGHS out loud.

TYSON

Now, that's a wakeup call!

Several Agents follow Tyson as he walks toward the room. He motions for the Agents to stop.

TYSON

I'll handle it from here, gents.

AGENT

But, sir, Mister Hilliard said...

TYSON

(cuts him off)

I don't give a rat's ass what the ol' man said. Walker is mine and mine alone.

Tyson walks away from the Agents. He cautiously strides through the hole in the door, then takes out his handgun.

INT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

The room is demolished. There is debris everywhere and most of the ceiling has come down.

Tyson begins searching through the rubble.

TYSON

Come out, come out, wherever you are, Walker...I do hope that you're still alive; it would be nothing short of a tragedy if I were cheated out of killing you myself.

He overturns a large chunk of ceiling and SEES one of Walker's legs. The rest of Walker's body is still underneath the rubble.

TYSON

...Well, looks like I've found a leg...

Tyson overturns another large piece of ceiling and finds Walker, conscious, bloody, and very angry.

WALKER

Here's the other.

Walker THRUSTS his leg at Tyson with all his might and connects with his chest, sending him flying out of the room.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

Tyson flies over the startled Agents and lands on the windshield of a parked car twenty feet away.

The Agents OPEN FIRE into the room as they pull back to defensive positions.

INT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

Bullets RICOCHET through the room as Walker digs through the rubble, looking for Richardson. He is muttering "NO" as he frantically searches. He finally finds her lifeless body.

WALKER

Oh God, no...don't be dead...

He cradles her body in his arms as he checks for a pulse.

WALKER

Please don't die...please don't let her be dead, God...

He looks at her, tears streaming down his face and knows that she is gone. He starts to make a low GROWLING SOUND that builds until he finally releases his anger by YELLING at the top of his lungs.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

The Agents have stopped firing as they listen to Walker YELL. More than one have frightened looks on their faces.

Tyson is on top of the car, grasping his chest and trying to sit up. He is fighting for breath and trying to speak. He takes a deep breath and is finally able to get the words out.

TYSON

(gasping)

...Don't just stand there...blow that bloody bastard to Hell! Bring the hotel down on him!

INT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

Walker hears Tyson's command. He gently lays Richardson down, then gets up and runs toward the wall that separates room thirteen from room fourteen.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

The Agents FIRE their rocket launchers at the room.

INT. ROOMS FOURTEEN THROUGH NINETEEN

Walker is YELLING as he CRASHES through the wall. The missiles EXPLODE behind him in room thirteen.

He CRASHES through the walls of room's fourteen through nineteen until he finally BURSTS through the outer wall and lands in an alley.

EXT. ALLEY

He barely makes it to his feet when he is spotted by two Agents parked in a car, guarding the alley.

The car begins racing toward him and the Agent in the passenger seat leans out the window and FIRES his gun at Walker.

WALKER

(rage)

You wanna play a game of chicken?! Come on!

Walker runs toward the car as fast as he can.

The Passenger sits back in his seat and prepares for impact.

Walker JUMPS toward the car at the last instant and CRASHES through the windshield head first, his body SLAMMING into the Driver and the Passenger, killing them instantly. The car CRASHES into a wall and comes to a stop.

Walker emerges from the car and drags himself down the alley. Even though badly injured, the expression on his face is of pure anger.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

Smiling, Tyson stands in front of the demolished room and marvels at the destruction.

TYSON

Now, that is one bloody beautiful sight!

An AGENT runs up to Tyson.

AGENT

Sir!

TYSON

Not now, can't you see I'm enjoying the moment?

AGENT

But, sir, we just found two of our men dead in the alley around back.

TYSON

(grabs Agent's throat)

Don't joke with me about this!

AGENT

(gasping)

...I'm not, sir...There was a hole in the wall...near the car...

SIRENS can be heard off in the distance.

TYSON

(stunned)

How?...How can he still be alive?

AGENT

I don't know, sir...But we should go before the police arrive...

Several moments pass before Tyson regains himself. He lets go of the Agent's throat and storms back to his car.

TYSON

...Search every street and every alley! Split up and find that bloody son of a bitch! Move!

Tyson and the Agents quickly pile into the cars. Tires SQUEAL as the vehicles head off in different directions.

INT. TYSON'S CAR

Tyson's phone RINGS. He looks at the screen and SEES that it is Hilliard calling.

TYSON

Bloody friggin' wonderful! Just what I need right now!

He answers the phone.

TYSON

...Hello, sir...Yes, he's still alive!

EXT. STORAGE CENTER - SUNRISE

Walker is climbing up and over the chain link fence that surrounds the storage center.

INT. STORAGE CENTER

Walker finds storage space number twenty. He lifts up the handle on the metal sliding door with enough force to break the lock on it.

INT. STORAGE SPACE NUMBER TWENTY

He walks in and SLAMS the door down behind him, then begins pulling off sheets that cover tables. Under the sheets are a large selection of weapons.

He changes into a dark commando outfit he pulled out of a locker, then methodically picks out several weapons and lays them on a table.

He begins by strapping two handguns in shoulder holsters on, then places two more handguns in belt holsters at the small of his back, and the last two handguns in the holsters by his stomach.

He then straps on a grenade belt along with several ammunition belts.

He hangs a machine gun on each shoulder by their straps.

Finally, he puts on a long dark overcoat, which conceals all the weapons, then places a dark baseball style cap on to conceal his face.

EXT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN - LATER

Several FIREMEN and POLICE OFFICERS are on the scene. The Firemen are hosing down the motel when the wind begins to suddenly BLOW fiercely, driving them back from the motel.

FIREMAN

Cripes, where the hell'd this wind come from?!

INT. MOTEL ROOM NUMBER THIRTEEN

The wind WHIPS through the room like a tornado. The room begins to slowly get BRIGHTER until it is finally bathed in the BRIGHTEST WHITE LIGHT imaginable. A thunderclap is HEARD.

Suddenly, there is movement beneath the smoking rubble. Richardson's hand emerges from under the debris.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE - LATE MORNING

There are thousands of people gathered outside the White House. They are PROTESTING the bombing of South Korea and YELLING for blood.

Security is very tight. Each Agent has a hand held metal detector and is searching for anyone carrying a weapon.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE/BALCONY

Hilliard is standing on the balcony watching the crowd.

President Roberts is in the room behind Hilliard, along with a tailor helping him with his tie.

PRESIDENT ROBERTS

What seems to be the mood of the crowd, Victor?

HILLIARD

Same as the rest of the world; they want vengeance.

Hilliard turns around and walks inside.

INT. WHITE HOUSE

Hilliard stops and stands in the doorway.

HILLIARD

The question is; do you want the same, Mister President?

PRESIDENT ROBERTS

Of course I do...But...

HILLIARD

(cuts him off)

No but's...You must give the people what they want, Mister President. They want an eye for an eye. You must retaliate or our other enemies will think we are weak, as I have said before. And, we can't have the image of a weak America at this time, sir. We must send a message and that message is a retaliatory nuclear strike.

PRESIDENT ROBERTS

...You're right, Victor. You have a way of always making me see things clearly. God help us all, you're right...

Hilliard turns and faces the crowd. A smile creeps across his face.

HILLIARD

...Never fear, Mister President; God will always be there to help us.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE/STREET

Walker is making his way through the crowd toward the White House.

He is stopped by two SECRET SERVICE AGENTS when their metal detectors jump off the scale. They place their hands on their weapons.

SECRET SERVICE AGENT #1

Sir, slowly take your hands out of your pockets and open your jacket!

Walker takes his hands out of his pockets.

WALKER

I don't think you'll like what you see...

Walker opens the coat and lets it drop to the ground, then quickly draws two handguns before the Agents can react. He FIRES several rounds into the Agents, killing them.

Bystanders SCREAM and run for cover.

Several Agents YELL out "Shooter" and scramble toward Walker. A few Agents get SHOTS OFF before being gunned down by Walker as he continues walking toward the White House.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE/BALCONY

Hilliard has witnessed the events from the balcony.

HILLIARD

...Tyson, get out here!

Hilliard watches as a tank and several armored cars move into position in front of the main gate to the White House.

Tyson runs out onto the balcony and watches the action.

TYSON

...He won't make it by that tank...Not even he is that good.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE/STREET

SHOOTING his way through several Agents, Walker finally notices the tank and armored cars.

He stops and stares at the firepower before him and knows that there is no way that he can survive. He takes a deep breath, lets it out, then drops his handguns and grabs the machine guns at his side.

He is about to fire when he HEARS a SWOOSHING noise above him.

Two guided missiles SLAM into the tank, destroying it.

Walker turns and looks up to see the faint SHIMMER of a Stealth Helicopter above him. A moment later, the cloaking device is deactivated.

Walker is shocked when he sees Richardson in the pilot seat.

She flashes him a smile, then turns her attention to the armored cars.

The armored cars begin FIRING at Richardson, but are quickly neutralized by several missiles from her helicopter.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE/BALCONY

Hilliard and Tyson have watched the turn of events in shock.

HILLIARD

...Yuh...You said the F.B.I. Woman was dead, Tyson!

TYSON

She was, sir. Guess little ol' Walker ain't the last Warring Angel anymore...

EXT. WHITE HOUSE/STREET

A harness attached to a cable is lowered from the helicopter. Walker slips it on, along with a headset and microphone.

RICHARDSON (O.S.)

I'm starting to lose count of how many times I've saved your butt!

WALKER

(shocked)

...Susan...I...

RICHARDSON (O.S.)

Later...Let's finish this thing!

WALKER

...All right. Take me in fast toward the main balcony!

Walker is lifted off his feet as the helicopter rises and heads toward the White House. Both Walker and Richardson FIRE at the Agents as they streak through the air.

The helicopter kicks in its afterburners.

Hilliard and Tyson run inside and quickly shut the large bullet proof glass balcony doors.

INT. WHITE HOUSE

Hilliard runs away from the glass doors.

HILLIARD

Buy me some time, Tyson!

TYSON

You got it, ya bloody prick!

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Walker is pointing at the White House.

WALKER

Soften up the doors for me!

The gatling gun spits out several hundred rounds into the glass doors, SPLINTERING them.

WALKER

Don't slow down, keep heading for the balcony! Get ready to hit the brakes when I tell you to!

EXT. WHITE HOUSE/BALCONY

The helicopter quickly approaches the White House.

WALKER

(yells)

Now!

The helicopter abruptly slows down causing Walker to catapult toward the balcony.

He unlocks the buckle on the harness and flies through the air, CRASHING through the balcony doors.

INT. WHITE HOUSE

Walker rolls for several feet before SLAMMING into an object. He looks up and SEES that the object is Tyson.

TYSON

(smiling)

I gotta be honest, Walker; I've been looking forward to this for a long time.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE

The helicopter barely misses hitting the side of the building as it climbs sharply.

A heavily armed Combat Helicopter is there to greet Richardson when her helicopter flies up over the roof.

RICHARDSON

Oh, crap!

Richardson takes evasive action as the Combat Helicopter FIRES at her.

INT. WHITE HOUSE

Walker is THROWN through a wall by Tyson.

Tyson KICKS the machine gun out of Walker's hand and delivers a PUNCH to his face, knocking him back to the floor.

TYSON

You've made me look like an imbecile these last few days and now it's payback time!

He KICKS Walker in the face as he is trying to get up. Walker falls backwards and lands face first on the floor.

TYSON

Come on, Walker, you're making this too easy! I was hoping you'd put up a better fight than this!

Tyson turns him over. Walker quickly pulls out the two handguns from his shoulder holsters and places them against Tyson's stomach.

WALKER

Be careful what you wish for.

Walker RAPIDLY FIRES both clips into Tyson which sends him falling backwards to the floor.

Several Agents converge on the scene.

Walker drops the empty guns and pulls out the two handguns from the holsters behind his back as he rises. He begins FIRING at the Agents as they do the same. The room is RIDDLED WITH BULLETS.

When the last Agent falls, Walker turns his attention to Tyson, who is crawling off. He has left a long bloody trail behind him and is in obvious pain. He senses Walker behind him and turns over onto his back.

WALKER

...Tell me, Tyson, how does it feel to be dragging your intestines across the floor? Does it hurt as bad as it looks, you son of a bitch?

TYSON

...Gimme five minutes an' I'll be good as new an' wipin' the floor with you, Walker!

Walker grabs a grenade off his vest and pulls the pin out.

WALKER

I wish I had more time...you don't deserve a quick death.

He PUNCHES the grenade down into Tyson's stomach and pulls out an empty hand. Tyson has a frightened look on his face as he looks down at his stomach.

Walker turns around and walks away.

TYSON

Wuh...Walker?!

The grenade EXPLODES behind him, painting the walls red with Tyson's blood.

EXT. STEALTH HELO TWO

The helicopter is weaving around buildings trying to shake the Combat Helicopter.

INT. COMBAT HELICOPTER

There are two men in the helicopter, the COMBAT PILOT and the WEAPONS OPERATOR. The Weapon Operator's guided missile computer screen FLASHES.

WEAPONS OPERATOR

That's it, I got lock-on.

The Stealth Helicopter ducks around a building before the Combat Pilot can fire.

There is no sign of the Stealth Helicopter when the Combat Helicopter turns the corner of the building.

COMBAT PILOT

(looks around)

...Where the hell'd she go?

WEAPONS OPERATOR

I've lost lock-on...She doesn't show up on any of my screens!

COMBAT PILOT

Switch to heat sensor.

WEAPONS OPERATOR

...I've got a heat source...

COMBAT PILOT

Where?

WEAPONS OPERATOR

Behind us!

The Stealth Helicopter suddenly appears out of thin air as it's cloaking device is deactivated. The Stealth Helicopter FIRES it's gatling gun.

WEAPONS OPERATOR

Evade! Evade!

Several rounds hit the Combat Helicopter as it takes evasive action.

EXT. WHITE HOUSE/BACKYARD LAWN

President Roberts is being ushered toward the Presidential Helicopter by a small army of SECRET SERVICE AGENTS. They quickly load the President into the helicopter.

Hilliard RUNS up to the helicopter, but is stopped by an AGENT when he tries to get aboard.

HILLIARD

Let me on, damn you!

AGENT

Sorry, sir, but there's no room!

Hilliard grabs the machine gun out of the Agent's hand and OPENS FIRE on everyone inside the helicopter. Several Agents shield President Roberts with their bodies as the bullets TEAR through the helicopter.

INT. PRESIDENTIAL HELICOPTER

Hilliard begins pulling the dead Agents out of the helicopter.

HILLIARD

Looks like there's plenty of room to me now!

He uncovers President Roberts, who has been shot in his left shoulder.

PRESIDENT ROBERTS

Victor, what in God's name are you doing?!

HILLIARD

Believe me, it's not in God's name, idiot!

Hilliard FIRES SEVERAL ROUNDS into President Roberts, then points the gun to the head of the Pilot.

HILLIARD

Get us airborne unless you'd like your brain to fertilize the lawn!

EXT./INT. PRESIDENTIAL HELICOPTER

The helicopter lifts off the ground and starts its ascent.

Walker, RUNNING full speed, drops his handguns, JUMPS and grabs hold of the helicopter's landing skid. He pulls himself up onto the skid and crawls to the open side door.

WALKER

Hilliard!

HILLIARD

(surprised)

Walker?! You son of a...

Hilliard aims the machine gun and FIRES. Walker lunges and SLAMS into Hilliard, causing him to FIRE SEVERAL ROUNDS up into the engine of the helicopter.

The engine starts SMOKING.

Walker and Hilliard are wrestling for control of the gun when it GOES OFF, this time killing the Pilot.

The helicopter is out of control, sending Walker and Hilliard CRASHING to the floor.

EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING

The building is being torn down and part of it has already been destroyed by a wrecking ball.

The Presidential Helicopter is spinning out of control and is torn apart when it CRASHES onto the roof. The fuel tanks EXPLODE, sending a fireball into the sky.

Several large chunks of concrete fall off the unstable building and CRASH to the ground.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Richardson is still in pursuit of the Combat Helicopter when the low fuel warning light begins to FLASH on the instrument panel.

RICHARDSON

...Lovely.

She switches to stealth mode and turns the helicopter around.

INT. COMBAT HELICOPTER

The Weapons Operator is watching his radar screen and SEES the stealth helicopter break off engagement.

WEAPONS OPERATOR

She's turning around and heading back toward the White House...

The Combat Pilot turns the helicopter around.

COMBAT PILOT

Shoulda killed us when you had the chance, lady.

EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING/ROOF

Hilliard is KICKED out of the wreckage by Walker. He flies through the air and lands several feet away.

Walker emerges from the wreckage.

Hilliard rises to his feet and picks up a piece of the rear rotary blade lying on the roof and holds it like a sword. He SWINGS the blade at Walker, who barely ducks in time.

HILLIARD

...You did it, Walker...Somehow you beat us!

He takes another SWING at Walker, this time the blade CUTS across his back, causing him to fall to a knee in pain.

HILLIARD

Only thing I've got to look forward to now is the pleasure I'll get from killing you!

He raises the blade over his head and SWINGS it down at Walker, who blocks it with a piece of steel piping.

WALKER

Talking about it and doing it are two different things!

Walker KICKS Hilliard, causing him to fall to the ground. Walker stands and SWINGS the pipe at Hilliard's head. Hilliard rolls out of the way just in time and the pipe takes a bite out of the concrete.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Richardson is hovering over the White House looking for any sign of Walker when she spots SMOKE off in the distance about a mile away.

RICHARDSON

Walker?

She guns the engines and the helicopter heads for the smoke in the distance.

EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING/ROOF

SPARKS FLY as the blade and pipe CONNECT with each other repeatedly as Walker and Hilliard exchange blows.

Walker KNOCKS the blade out of Hilliard's hands and is about to swing the pipe again when part of the roof he is standing on gives way and his leg falls into a hole.

Hilliard TACKLES him, knocking the pipe out of his hands.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

As Richardson gets closer, she spots the wreckage of the Presidential Helicopter and Hilliard fighting with Walker.

RICHARDSON

There you are!

The helicopter suddenly lurches to one side as it is HIT by GUNFIRE from the Combat Helicopter, causing the cloaking device to SHORT OUT.

RICHARDSON

Dammit!

INT. COMBAT HELICOPTER

The Weapons Operator tries to get a lock on her.

WEAPONS OPERATOR

She's moved away from Hilliard, you're cleared for heat seekers!

The Stealth Helicopter drops down behind the building.

COMBAT PILOT

Dammit, I didn't get a shot off!

The Combat Pilot takes the helicopter down to the fourth floor of the building, trying to spot the Stealth Helicopter on the other side by looking through the broken out windows.

After several moments, he spots the Stealth Helicopter at the same time that Richardson spots him. They both OPEN FIRE on each other with their gatling guns.

The bullets STRIKE the insides of the building as they shoot through it at each other.

The Stealth Helicopter ducks out of sight.

WEAPONS OPERATOR

Almost got lock...Another second or two...

Both helicopters begin a game of cat and mouse as they search for each other.

EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING/ROOF

Hilliard SWINGS Walker by the arm and lets go, sending him flying through the air toward the side of the building. Walker lands on the roof and slides to the edge, barely stopping himself from falling over the side.

He looks down and SEES the Combat Helicopter hovering a few floors directly below him.

He turns over just as Hilliard POUNCES on him. Hilliard tries to push him off the building when he SEES the spinning blades of the Combat Helicopter below. Walker grabs him.

WALKER

...You'll come with me!

Hilliard pauses and Walker seizes the opportunity by KICKING him off of him.

Walker stands and picks up a large chunk of concrete.

INT. COMBAT HELICOPTER

The Stealth Helicopter comes into view and the Weapons Operator's radar screen locks onto its heat signature.

WEAPONS OPERATOR

That's it, she's locked! Fire!

EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING/ROOF

Walker drops the large chunk of concrete off the building and it falls onto the Combat Helicopter's main rotary blade causing several blades to BREAK OFF.

The Combat Helicopter FIRES several missiles which SLAM into the building because of the sudden shift of the helicopter, caused by the concrete hitting it's rotary blades.

One missile makes it through the building, but the Stealth Helicopter pulls up just in time for the missile to miss.

The Combat Helicopter spins out of control and CRASHES into the building, EXPLODING on impact.

The EXPLOSION causes several large sections of the facade to fall away.

EXT. HEAT SEEKING MISSILE

The heat seeking missile makes a slow arcing turn and heads back toward the Stealth Helicopter which is hovering above the building.

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Richardson LOCKS the gatling gun onto Hilliard.

RICHARDSON

Got you, you bastard...

She is about to fire when the missile SLAMS into the rear of the helicopter, destroying the entire back end.

The main body of the helicopter CRASHES onto the roof, causing the building to become even more unstable.

EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING/ROOF

Walker is staring at the fiery wreckage of the helicopter.

WALKER

Susan?!

Hilliard picks up a long piece of rusted plumbing pipe and CRUSHES Walker over the head with it. He falls to the ground as Hilliard repeatedly SWINGS the pipe down on him.

HILLIARD

(furious)

She's gonna die, just like you, Walker! Just like you!

INT. STEALTH HELO TWO

Richardson is pinned under wreckage. She SEES that there are still a few instruments that have power, one of which is the gatling gun, which is still LOCKED onto Hilliard. She tries desperately to reach for the firing button.

EXT. ABANDONED BUILDING/ROOF

Hilliard keeps SWINGING the rusted pipe down until it finally BREAKS in half from the force of the blows. Walker is barely conscious.

HILLIARD

(in amazement)

...I've said it before...You have an impressive spirit...

He picks up a large piece of concrete and raises it over his head.

HILLIARD

...But, I'm the one that's gonna crush it!

He is about to swing the chunk of concrete down onto Walker's head when his chest EXPLODES outward as several hundred bullets RIP through him. He has a shocked look on his face as he falls to his knees and looks down at the gaping hole in his chest and stomach area. He has almost been torn in half.

Walker struggles to his feet and STARES at Hilliard.

HILLIARD

(can barely talk)

Yuh...You've won this time, Walker...But, there will be others like me...Someday...the War will start again...

WALKER

...I know. Susan and I will be there when it does.

Hilliard falls over onto his side and dies.

Walker stares at him for several moments, then looks over at Richardson, still trapped in the helicopter. Both are bloody and in pain, but find it in themselves to smile.

WALKER

You did it, Susan.

RICHARDSON

We did it, Michael...

The building RUMBLES and finally begins to give way.

Walker tries to make it to Richardson, but the building COLLAPSES, sending up a HUGE DUST CLOUD.

EXT. STREET

The dust blankets the area as POLICE arrive.

Several moments pass before two figures leaning on each other emerge from the haze. It is Richardson and Walker.

RICHARDSON

...Saved you again.

WALKER

I think I should get credit for this one.

RICHARDSON

(smiling)

As I practically carry you through the rubble.

WALKER

(smiling)

Show-off.

A POLICE OFFICER runs up to them.

POLICE OFFICER

Jesus, you folks okay?!

Richardson pulls out her F.B.I. badge and flashes it to him.

RICHARDSON

...I'm with the F.B.I., take your men and cordon off the area. We've got a lot of homeless around here that might have been in the building. Look for any survivors.

POLICE OFFICER

Yes, ma'am.

The Police Officer runs off. Walker and Richardson continue to lean against each other as they walk down the street.

WALKER

Smooth.

RICHARDSON

(smiles)

What would you do without me?

WALKER

...Hope I never have to find out.

They disappear into the thick dust that fills the area.

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. LARGE DANCE HALL - NIGHT

It is New Year's Eve. The hall is filled to maximum capacity with festive PEOPLE. Music is BLARING and everyone is DANCING.

RICHARDSON (O.S.)

You do realize that we're still wanted fugitives, right?

WALKER (O.S.)

Nobody'll recognize us in this crowd, Susan. After tonight we'll keep a low profile for a couple decades; let things blow over. Get ready for the next War.

RICHARDSON (O.S.)

You got a place in mind to hide out at?

WALKER (O.S.)

Not really. You?

Walker and Richardson are SLOW DANCING near a large screen monitor. Their injuries have healed and they are dressed up for a night on the town. Walker's hair is cut short.

RICHARDSON

I hear Aruba is nice this time of year.

WALKER

(smiles)

I like the way you think.

A special news bulletin FLASHES on the large monitor.

NEWSCASTER

This late breaking news has just come in...In a surprising move, Kim-Jung-Choo has been overthrown as leader of North Korea by members of his cabinet along with backing by their military. The new leadership has also issued a formal apology for detonating the nuclear bomb over Seoul a few days ago. There has been no word yet from newly appointed President Baldwin, but it is expected that there will be no military action against North Korea in light of the recent turn of events. We'll have more news after the New Year's Eve countdown party, later tonight...

Walker and Richardson smile and keep on DANCING.

WALKER

I love a happy ending.

RICHARDSON

(smiles)

Michael, you softie, you!

WALKER

What can I say?

The crowd begins to count down to midnight. Walker grabs Richardson by the waist and pulls her in close.

RICHARDSON

Pretty smooth on the dance floor, too.

WALKER

Only as good as my partner.

RICHARDSON

Three seconds to midnight...You know what that means?

Walker dips her and holds her in that position. The clock STRIKES midnight and the confetti begins to fall.

WALKER

...Yeah.

They kiss each other passionately as the crowd CHEERS in the New Year.

FADE TO WHITE.

END

