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Red Right Hand: THE BLACK HOUSE - PAGE 5 & 6
*He is not a secret agent. Not at all.

 

THE BLACK HOUSE - PAGE 5 & 6



  • EXT. MUTANABBI STREET ROOFTOP - NIGHT
  • Near the roof’s edge, three stories up. MISTER JORDAN (35), a big, fit guy, as should be a former Navy SEAL. In solid black special forces gear, no insignias or rank markings. He looks through high tech binoculars at a building across a wide street. Below is the bookselling bazaar district. Outside the green zone.

    SUPER: MUTANABBI STREET
    BAGHDAD, IRAQ
  • Behind him, shifting around impatiently, is LAURIANO, an 17-year-old cholo in Dodgers’ blue who couldn’t be much more out of place.
  • LAURIANO
  • You don’t got any Scooby snacks?
  • Mister Jordan reaches into a flap pocket and pulls out a pack of cookies and flings it over his shoulder. Lauriano catches it and starts snacking
  • MISTER JORDAN
  • Now shut up.
  • Jordan’s headset BEEPS.
  • MISTER JORDAN
  • Jordan, go ahead.
  • MARYA (HEADSET)
  • Confirmation on Al-Haque. Well, sort of.
  • MISTER JORDAN
  • What’s sort of?
  • MARYA (HEADSET)
  • Just-- You don’t want to know. And I don’t want to say it. Mission is green. Fox out.
  • Lauriano adjust his radio earpiece.
  • LAURIANO
  • I hear dat.
  • Lauriano takes off his shirt, then MORPHS INTO A WEREWOLF. He’s the same size and general shape he was before, but has fur, sharp teeth, a snout and, most importantly for this, haunches.
  • MISTER JORDAN
  • If the Old Man is supplying Al-Haque like the intel says, then there’s no telling what heebie jeebie junk he’s got in there. Immobilize him out of the gate.
  • Lauriano SNARLS in reply, then runs and leaps off the roof’s edge, clears the street and lands on the other roof.
  • MISTER JORDAN’S POV - BINOCULARS
  • Old Man’s rooftop. Lauriano lands and proceeds to a large vent.
  • MISTER JORDAN
  • And I don’t give a rat’s ass if your great granddad was the chupacabra. You do what I tell you. Do not kill. Yet.
  • Lauriano looks back at Jordan across the street, acknowledging the order. He MORPHS INTO A COMMON WOLF and jumps down a vent. Image changes to THERMAL. Jordan moves his view down to a top floor window. Visible are Lauriano’s HEAT SIGNATURE moving down the vent and the Old Man’s, in the top floor window.
  • RESUME SCENE
  • Mister Jordan watching. Calm, then dismayed, Lowers the binocs, trying to get a look with his naked eye.
  • MISTER JORDAN
  • Sonuvabitch.
  • Pun intended.
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