FADE IN:
EXT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT
An affluent, futuristic street. Chairs and seats outside.
PEOPLE sit around. The mood is relaxed and calm.
People walk past.
Sounds of a fish flapping against a tiled floor.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - INTERCUT
An unmade bed, an open window, an open door and a smouldering
cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table.
Sounds of approaching sirens.
Reflected to the side of the full length mirror, is JAROD. He
is in his sixties, his face hidden by an old fashioned trilby
hat, his body lean, tall and covered in a suit.
Sounds of cars screeching to a halt and more sirens.
Behind Jarod, reflected in the mirror, a fish flaps horribly
against the bathroom floor, water splashed everywhere.
The sound of the fish becomes louder and louder.
EXT. RESTAURANT - INTERCUT
More people walk slowly past.
Some sit, others look around.
Underneath the table is a black box where a red light flashes
on and off, on and off.
People walk past, completely unaware.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - INTERCUT
Breeze blows the curtain over a table.
Pages from a large book blow open and shut.
Water drips from the table and smashes on the floor.
INT. HOTEL - STAIRS - INTERCUT
Many boots run quickly up stairs.
EXT. RESTAURANT - INTERCUT
People walk calmly past.
Everything slows.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - INTERCUT
Urgent hammering on the door.
Water drips from the table and smashes on the floor.
Sound of the hotel door being smashed against...
Another drip of water. Another crash as it lands on the
floor.
The door smashes inwards and splinters everywhere.
Boots run into the room - and run in all directions.
INT. HOTEL ROOM - BATHROOM - CONTINUOUS
Fish flaps desperately on the floor.
Next to the fish is a discarded box of matches, with a fish
hieroglyph.
The flapping fish noise becomes unbearably loud.
EXT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Silhouetted figure of Jarod, standing in half-light, looks up
towards the window of the hotel where shadows show the room
being ransacked. Sounds of shouts and smashing.
EXT. RESTAURANT - INTERCUT
People walk past. Sudden calmness.
Slowness.
Stillness.
People walking seem to slow to a pause.
HUGE EXPLOSION.
The interior of the restaurant smashes outwards, spraying out
debris and bones. Sirens. People scream. Blood everywhere.
Face appears near the camera, screaming, pushing the camera
away. The whole area is filled with smoke and debris.
High pitched sirens and alarms go off.
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT (BLACKNESS. SOUND ONLY.)
Doors open.
An engine ticks over.
A badly tuned radio plays.
DRIVER (O.S.)
Kien?
JAROD (O.S.)
Stacio mara... Rapide.
DRIVER (O.S.)
Okej, okej, okej....
Car drives away - fast.
EXT. STREET - NIGHT
An old fashioned taxi rides across a huge, futuristic bridge.
The city is dark and full of lights - huge tower blocks,
lights in the sky, lights everywhere in darkness.
EXT. STREET - TAXI - CONTINUOUS
An old, worn suitcase is clutched to JAROD's lap.
Jarod's reflection is distorted by street lights and a rain
drenched window.
The outline of a hat shadows his face.
The taxis' radio garbles static.
FEMALE VOICE ON STEREO
Loko. Taksio. Loko. Taksio
Jarod nervously looks out of the window.
Street lights light him, but his face is hidden.
Darkness.
More street lights.
Jarod clutches the suitcase tighter. He stares forward at the
fish charm that swings from the roof of the taxi.
Darkness.
Street lights show a deep scar on Jarod's arm. The scar is in
the shape of a fish.
Darkness.
EXT. STACIO MARA - NIGHT
Taxi pulls up, ticking over by the kerb.
EXT. STACIO MARA - TAXI - CONTINUOUS
Taxi light goes on. The old fashioned mile-ometer is totaled.
DRIVER (O.S.)
Okdek akuzi pri.
DRIVER extends his hand. A wedge of notes is stuffed into it.
Driver tuts with acknowledgment.
Car door slams shut.
Darkness.
The taxi drives away.
Drivers head and shoulders are in silhouette. The mile-ometer
is manually reset to zero.
In Drivers' mirror, the back seat is empty.
Drivers eyes are partially revealed in the rear view mirror.
Jarod walks away from the kerb - rapidly shrinking into
darkness as the car accelerates away.
Drivers eyes drop down and focus on the road.
EXT. STACIO MARA - CONTINUOUS
Grand entrance, dark and looming. Unknown lights illuminate
the sky behind. People and vehicles move around.
Jarod looks towards the doors, and picks up his case.
In silhouette, he walks in.
INT. STACIO MARA - NIGHT.
A large clock dial clicks loudly to 11.30pm.
An overhead fan turns.
A pigeon coos in a dark recess.
Dried excrement decorates a crumbling wall.
P.A.
(muffled)
Atlantia, Okdek. Indiana, akuzi.
Clicker-clacks of the arrivals and departures board echo.
The suitcase is placed down.
SOUND of a match being struck. A cigarette is lit, its flames
consuming it.
The dead match hits the floor and bounces.
WIPE TO:
INT. STACIO MARA - OUTSIDE TELEPHONE BOOTHS - NIGHT
Telephone booth door closes, revealing the reflection of
Jarod as he walks away.
Six telephone booths, worn and old, reflect the stations
flashing, neon signs.
INSERT: Jarod's wristwatch, simple white on black geometric
design of a fish hieroglyph, shows 11.37.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. STACIO MARA - MAIN CONCOURSE - NIGHT
The marble floor has an identical design as the watch.
PEOPLE pass in front of Jarod as he looks at the D&A board.
The D & A board is mainly empty. A few places are lit up. A
line of arrivals flutter like dominoes.
"Pacifica" 12.00PM - ON TIME: GATE 9.
Jarod turns and stares directly into camera...
Water drips from the suitcase at Jarod's feet.
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