FADE IN:
EXT. HUGE EMPTY WAREHOUSE - DAY
KHRISTOV smokes and paces in front of his car. He is twenty
nine, wears a suit, but isn't comfortable in it, and looks
disheveled and tired.
Khristov looks towards the entrance of the warehouse. A large
black car enters. Khristov moves slightly towards it.
The car drives up slowly and stops near Khristov.
BODYGUARD ONE and BODYGUARD TWO come out of the car first,
followed by MCCRAW - the gang leader. Mccraw is in his late
thirties, hard faced and rough looking. He stares at Khristov
disdainfully.
MCCRAW
You came alone?
KHRISTOV
I always do business alone.
MCCRAW
You have the money?
KHRISTOV
Is she all right?
MCCRAW
Better than all right.
Mccraw licks his lips. He snaps his fingers.
Bodyguard One takes out a thick knot of plaited hair and
throws it at Khristov, who catches it.
Khristov's hands touch it lovingly. Mccraw watches him.
MCCRAW
You have the money?
Khristov nods.
MCCRAW
You know the trade off point. You know
the trade.
KHRISTOV
Everything is very clear.
MCCRAW
We will contact you with the time once
the money has been checked. Now. Pass the
case.
Khristov hesitates.
MCCRAW
If you want the goods, you have to pay.
Khristov grimaces. He throws the case over to Mccraw.
MCCRAW
And get some sleep. You look a wreck.
Mccraw goes to leave.
KHRISTOV
Double cross me...
Mccraw turns back to him.
KHRISTOV
There is no limit to my influence.
They get eye contact.
Mccraw turns away.
Mccraw, Bodyguard One and Bodyguard Two get in the car and
drive off.
Khristov stares at them, then looks at the plait of hair in
his hand.
INT. KHRISTOV'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Khristov waits by the phone.
He paces.
He stops and stares at the phone.
He makes himself a whiskey. Swigs it down. Makes himself
another.
He suddenly sees the photo of YOUNG GIRL. He picks up the
frame and can't take his eyes off it. There's something
beautiful about her, but she's pretty young, maybe only 10.
EXT. HILL - DAY (FLASHBACK)
A bright sunny day.
Young Girl runs down a hill.
She skips and is very happy.
INT. KHRISTOV'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
Tears fill Khristov's eyes.
He fights them back, but he can't help crying.
EXT. HILL - DAY (FLASHBACK)
The sun is very bright.
Young Girl rolls down the hill, giggling as she rolls.
A phone rings in the distance.
INT. KHRISTOV'S APARTMENT - NIGHT
The phone rings.
Khristov jumps, drops the photo frame of Young Girl, turns
sharply and picks up the phone.
KHRISTOV
(on phone)
Yep... Khristov here...
Khristov listens.
KHRISTOV
(on phone)
Yes. I'll be there...
Khristov puts the phone down.
He goes to pick up the photo, but the glass has shattered.
He picks it up anyway, cutting his hand.
The blood smudges the photo...
EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT
Fast, frantic music plays from the car stereo.
Khristov drives fast.
INT. KHRISTOV'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Sweat pours down Khristov's forehead and down his face.
He wipes the sweat off as he drives, fast.
EXT. QUIET ROAD - NIGHT
Khristov turns left, but the street he's turning into is
closed.
Police and bystanders are everywhere.
Blue flashing lights pulsate on and off.
INT. KHRISTOV'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
Khristov looks anxiously around. The blue lights pulsate on
and off him.
Khristov stops the car, and slams his hands in desperation
onto the steering wheel.
He stares at the scene, panicking.
There are people everywhere.
Khristov quickly reverses the car down the road and stops.
EXT. QUIET ROAD - CONTINUOUS
Khristov gets out of the car and walks around.
A crowd of people watch the events in the distance.
Khristov joins the crowd and goes up to FIRST PERSON.
KHRISTOV
What's happened?
First Person walks away. Khristov goes up to SECOND PERSON.
KHRISTOV
Does anyone know what happened?
No reply.
Khristov looks toward the building and makes out the shape of
a couple of dead people being stretchered away.
The blanket over them falls over to reveal a face...
The face is Mccraw!
Khristov tries to keep his cool, but he panics.
He nervously lights a cigarette.
He feels into his pocket and touches the knot of hair. He
brings it out of his pocket to check, and reacts.
KHRISTOV
(under his breath)
Shit.
He takes a drag on his cigarette, turns sharply and stumbles
hurriedly away...
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