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Glass walls show off panoramic views of a beautiful mountain
range behind a small city. The mountain flaunts a sign, much
like the HOLLYWOOD one: “THE GOOD”
A finely varnished desk hosts two black men:
TYSON MARGATE, 40, tall, in very good shape. Wears a ‘KOYLE
TOWERS’ security uniform - sits across from:
UNKNOWN MAN, 60, scar on his cheek and an evil eye. Puffs on
a cigar. Distinctive STAR TATTOOS on both his hands.
Unknown Man’s NEPHEW, 40. Stands next to one other
HENCHMAN - Both black, both built for cage fighting with
distinctive star tattoos on their neck. Both guard the door.
The amount of smoke Unknown Man puffs from his cigar should
be setting off fire alarms, but he doesn’t seem to have any.
(CONTINUED)
4.
CONTINUED:
UNKNOWN MAN
This is the last of these seven
watches, Tyson. The other six have
been lost or destroyed. Your
recommendation comes on behalf of my
Nephew.
NEPHEW nods, smiles confidently.
UNKNOWN MAN
You made quite the name for yourself
in Iraq, with -
(to Nephew )
- how many confirmed kills?
NEPHEW
Over sixty, sir.
Unknown man smiles. Tyson’s head drops. Ashamed.
UNKNOWN MAN
He also tells me you won the bronze
medal in boxing at the Barcelona
Olympics at the age of only
seventeen?
Tyson looks up. Nods. Unknown man takes a puff.
UNKNOWN MAN
I appreciate your time today, Tyson,
I know how hard it can be finding a
rarity like it in a situation such as
yours, but it’s worth your while.
Nephew places a suitcase on the desk. Opens it for Tyson.
Two million cash.
Unknown man leans in. Taps the middle of his desk.
UNKNOWN MAN
Two million dollars, if you have the
watch on this desk by Sunday. Do you
accept, Tyson?
Tyson looks upon the money.
TYSON
I accept.
Nephew closes the suitcase. Takes stance back at the door.
UNKNOWN MAN
That’s good, Tyson. I’m glad.
(CONTINUED)
5.
CONTINUED:
Unknown man leans back in his seat. Takes a puff.
UNKNOWN MAN
Now, I’m sure you’re wondering, how?
Well, you don’t get to where I am
without being appropriately
resourced, so in saying that, I
assure you, I will have the alarms
shut down on Saturday at eleven a.m.
That will give you enough time to get
in and out without any police
interruption, but you will need to do
the inside work yourself and being a
museum, with a high profile exhibit
featuring, there will be security and
I would bet my free speech, they will
be gunned. I'd suggest you scout the
area beforehand and learn the
surroundings.
Tyson nods.
Unknown stands. Puts his hand out.
UNKNOWN MAN
You best be on your way, Tyson. It’s
a long drive back to Millhaven.
Tyson stands. Shakes hands, then turns to exit.
UNKNOWN MAN
Oh, and one more thing.
Tyson turns back.
UNKNOWN MAN
Why did you give up boxing?
TYSON
My wife was not fond of me getting
punched in the face for a living.
Unknown Man laughs. Takes another puff and watches Tyson as
he exits.
Nephew winks at Tyson on his way out.
A mobile phone BUZZES on the desk. Unknown Man answers.
UNKNOWN MAN
(into phone )
Mr. Koyle.
(CONTINUED)
6.
CONTINUED:
MAN
(over phone, filtered )
It’s sorted.
Unknown Man hangs up, pulls a PINK ENVELOPE from his jacket
and hands it to Henchman. Written on the pink envelope:
#Project:Timepiece.
UNKNOWN MAN
(to Henchman )
Deliver this to Mr. Mexico,
personally.
Henchman nods. Takes the pink envelope.
The sound of Henchman’s FOOT STEPS bounce off the concrete
walls as he makes his way towards a --
BLACK E60 BMW
Pink envelope in hand, he goes for the door handle, but
stops when he see’s in the dark tint reflection:
JULIAN UYSTER, 40, tight blue jeans with a stylish jacket.
Good looking in a bad boy way - smiling at him.
JULIAN
Hello, Francis.
Henchman’s heart skips a beat.
On the driveway of a run down house. Tyson pulls up the hard
break.
An EVICTION notice in the center console. He sighs at the
sight of it. Thinks for a second. Taps his fingers. Pulls
out his phone.
TYSON
(into phone )
Mr. Mexico -
End of Chapter Two
INT. UNKNOWN OFFICE – DAY
INSERT TITLE CARD: THURSDAY
Glass walls show off panoramic views of a beautiful mountain
range behind a small city. The mountain flaunts a sign, much
like the HOLLYWOOD one: “THE GOOD”
A finely varnished desk hosts two black men:
TYSON MARGATE, 40, tall, in very good shape. Wears a ‘KOYLE
TOWERS’ security uniform - sits across from:
UNKNOWN MAN, 60, scar on his cheek and an evil eye. Puffs on
a cigar. Distinctive STAR TATTOOS on both his hands.
Unknown Man’s NEPHEW, 40. Stands next to one other
HENCHMAN - Both black, both built for cage fighting with
distinctive star tattoos on their neck. Both guard the door.
The amount of smoke Unknown Man puffs from his cigar should
be setting off fire alarms, but he doesn’t seem to have any.
(CONTINUED)
4.
CONTINUED:
UNKNOWN MAN
This is the last of these seven
watches, Tyson. The other six have
been lost or destroyed. Your
recommendation comes on behalf of my
Nephew.
NEPHEW nods, smiles confidently.
UNKNOWN MAN
You made quite the name for yourself
in Iraq, with -
(to Nephew )
- how many confirmed kills?
NEPHEW
Over sixty, sir.
Unknown man smiles. Tyson’s head drops. Ashamed.
UNKNOWN MAN
He also tells me you won the bronze
medal in boxing at the Barcelona
Olympics at the age of only
seventeen?
Tyson looks up. Nods. Unknown man takes a puff.
UNKNOWN MAN
I appreciate your time today, Tyson,
I know how hard it can be finding a
rarity like it in a situation such as
yours, but it’s worth your while.
Nephew places a suitcase on the desk. Opens it for Tyson.
Two million cash.
Unknown man leans in. Taps the middle of his desk.
UNKNOWN MAN
Two million dollars, if you have the
watch on this desk by Sunday. Do you
accept, Tyson?
Tyson looks upon the money.
TYSON
I accept.
Nephew closes the suitcase. Takes stance back at the door.
UNKNOWN MAN
That’s good, Tyson. I’m glad.
(CONTINUED)
5.
CONTINUED:
Unknown man leans back in his seat. Takes a puff.
UNKNOWN MAN
Now, I’m sure you’re wondering, how?
Well, you don’t get to where I am
without being appropriately
resourced, so in saying that, I
assure you, I will have the alarms
shut down on Saturday at eleven a.m.
That will give you enough time to get
in and out without any police
interruption, but you will need to do
the inside work yourself and being a
museum, with a high profile exhibit
featuring, there will be security and
I would bet my free speech, they will
be gunned. I'd suggest you scout the
area beforehand and learn the
surroundings.
Tyson nods.
Unknown stands. Puts his hand out.
UNKNOWN MAN
You best be on your way, Tyson. It’s
a long drive back to Millhaven.
Tyson stands. Shakes hands, then turns to exit.
UNKNOWN MAN
Oh, and one more thing.
Tyson turns back.
UNKNOWN MAN
Why did you give up boxing?
TYSON
My wife was not fond of me getting
punched in the face for a living.
Unknown Man laughs. Takes another puff and watches Tyson as
he exits.
Nephew winks at Tyson on his way out.
A mobile phone BUZZES on the desk. Unknown Man answers.
UNKNOWN MAN
(into phone )
Mr. Koyle.
(CONTINUED)
6.
CONTINUED:
MAN
(over phone, filtered )
It’s sorted.
Unknown Man hangs up, pulls a PINK ENVELOPE from his jacket
and hands it to Henchman. Written on the pink envelope:
#Project:Timepiece.
UNKNOWN MAN
(to Henchman )
Deliver this to Mr. Mexico,
personally.
Henchman nods. Takes the pink envelope.
INT. UNDERGROUND PARKING LOT - DAY
The sound of Henchman’s FOOT STEPS bounce off the concrete
walls as he makes his way towards a --
BLACK E60 BMW
Pink envelope in hand, he goes for the door handle, but
stops when he see’s in the dark tint reflection:
JULIAN UYSTER, 40, tight blue jeans with a stylish jacket.
Good looking in a bad boy way - smiling at him.
JULIAN
Hello, Francis.
Henchman’s heart skips a beat.
INT. TYSON'S CAR (PARKED) - NIGHT
On the driveway of a run down house. Tyson pulls up the hard
break.
An EVICTION notice in the center console. He sighs at the
sight of it. Thinks for a second. Taps his fingers. Pulls
out his phone.
TYSON
(into phone )
Mr. Mexico -