[Hitman]

SERVANCE
I’m not a vindictive man 47. I offer you a place in my agency of authority, to make up for the late Albert. Your answer?
Immediately the Hitman tips Servance’s desk over, startling him. The Hitman reaches over to grip Servance’s gun hand, twists it around to meet his temple and squeezes his trigger finger.
Servance’s skull is blown open.
CLOSE UP on the Hitman as an almost invisible mist of blood splatters on his shirt.
Severance slumps to the floor, his hand still gripping his gun. Blood is splattered across the wall opposite and begins to slowly streak down in long sheets.
The Hitman stands and moves out into the hall.
INT. SECOND FLOOR- DAY
The Hitman hurries down the stairs, leaving the door open in his rush. The Hitman jogs down the stairs.
INT. THE AGENCY- DAY

INT. THE AGENCY- DAY
The bloodstream effect returns. We see a monitor where the body of Servance is seen slumped over next to his toppled desk. The Operator and the Agent watch intently.
OPERATOR
Unorthodox…
AGENT
It doesn’t change anything. The order has gone out. Lobo will not take any contrary orders until his target lies dead by his hand.
The CAMERA PANS to show another monitor, this one showing the Hitman making his to the reception area.

INT. THE ORPHANAGE- DAY
The Hitman gives a nod at the receptionist before leaving via the revolving door.
EXT. ABOVE THE STREETS- DAY
From Lobo’s POV we watch as the Hitman walks a few steps away before Lobo’s hand comes into view holding the remote detonator we saw earlier. He keys in ‘313’ and presses the red button to the side.
EXT. THE STREETS- DAY
The CAMERA CAREENS to the ORPHANAGE. A fraction of a second after, the front of the orphanage bursts into liquid fire, sending a meters high plume of flame into the sky. The Hitman, only feet away from the entrance is sent tumbling forward by the blast, along with nearby bystanders.
EXTREME CLOSE UP on his eyes as he looks behind him at the orphanage, shock playing upon his face.
A second EXPLOSION occurs, sending another wall of flame into the sky.
INT. THE AGENCY- DAY
The bloodstream effect returns.
We see the explosions on a nearby monitor.
OPERATOR
Holy…
The AGENT whirls.
AGENT
Did you order that?!
OPERATOR
No!
AGENT
DID YOU ORDER THAT?!
OPERATOR
NO!
The Agent is agitated.
AGENT
My GOD this is trouble. Break off pursuit. Break off pursuit.
OPERATOR
You need to…
AGENT
Yeah, okay.
He steps back and pulls out his mobile and quick dials.
AGENT
Lobo! Abort!
He looks shocked and puts down the mobile.
AGENT
He hung up on me.
OPERATOR
Oh shit.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE ORPHANAGE- DAY
Debris rains from the heavens, partially covering the Hitman with rubble. Sweeping it away, the Hitman gets up and starts to walk away.
He sees something high above the streets. He stops.
A glint of light is seen…
The CAMERA FLIES to Lobo’s shades that glint brightly in the direct sunlight.
In one smooth motion, the Hitman hoists his briefcase to his face as a Walther sniper bullet RICOCHETS off the bulletproof casing.
Instantly, the Hitman sprints away to the side as a second bullet scantly misses his fleeing frame.
EXT. ABOVE THE STREETS- DAY
Lobo leaps to his feet from a prone position and gives chase from above the streets.
With cat like agility, Lobo jumps across from one building to another, barely slowing as he lands.
Lobo sprints to the ledge and fires from the hip at the fleeing Hitman.
EXT. THE STREETS- DAY
Less than a second later, the Hitman rounds a corner, Lobo’s bullet misses, slamming into a hapless civilian, sending him sprawling to the ground.

EXT. ABOVE THE STREETS- DAY
Sprinting again, Lobo rushes along the ledge to try to find another opportunity to get a clear shot at the Hitman.
EXT. THE STREETS- DAY
The Hitman sprints down the street; looking behind him every few seconds to spy Lobo.
EXT. ABOVE THE STREETS- DAY
As Lobo reaches the end of the building he stops and takes aim at the Hitman who by now is far in the distance.
CLOSE ZOOM as Lobo puts his eye to the scope.
The CAMERA follows the bullet in extremely fast motion, as it flies into-
EXT. THE STREETS- DAY
-a wall as the Hitman expertly dodges the bullet, tucking and rolling before rising to sprint away.
EXT. ABOVE THE STREETS- DAY
Lobo watches the Hitman sprint off before swaggering away, his long black overcoat slowly billowing in the wind. In the distance SIRENS are heard as the authorities swarm around the smoking shell of the orphanage.
INT. THE HOTEL ROOM- NIGHT
The Hitman enters and immediately moves to the window and draws the blinds, before rushing to his wardrobe and extracting a duffel bag.
Quickly, the Hitman rifles through the wardrobe, stuffing the contents in the bag. Next he moves to the bed, crouching down to drag out the weighty briefcase. He SNAPS it open to glance at the contents- guns and ammo. He SNAPS it shut.
The Hitman moves to the door, carrying his cargo before he stops…
A GREEN FLASHING LIGHT lights up part of the room as it emanates from his laptop. He drops his goods and moves to the laptop. With some hesitation, he turns it around to read the screen:
SCREEN
Welcome back.
The screen GOES BLACK.
Immediately, the Hitman dives to the side the instant thousands of bullets riddle the wall and window, sending plaster and glass flying in all conceivable directions. This onslaught continues for minute after minute, as the gunfire puts up a CACOPHANY of noise.
The Hitman crawls along the floor, bullets WHIZZING past his head. Finally, he makes it to the door and gets up, exiting leaving the carnage behind him.
INT. HOTEL HALLWAY- NIGHT
As the Hitman closes the door behind him, BONE THUGS AND HARMONY’S THUG LOVE plays. He moves off, walking down the plush carpet hall.
An element of SWAT team members careen down the hall, before being felled by three desert eagle slugs, each with a neat hole in their eye goggles.
Without breaking his stride, the Hitman continues on, desert eagle in hand.
The Hitman stops at the head of a flight of stairs and peers down to the lobby to see a group of SPEC OPS standing around, discussing the most viable approach.
The Hitman thinks for a moment, before moving off in the opposite direction.
Breezily, the Hitman moved up the stairs toward the roof.
EXT. THE ROOF- NIGHT
The roof door opens and the Hitman moves out, but stops almost immediately…
Lobo stands facing him, his black overcoat fluttering in the cold wind.
SILENCE prevails. Only the sound of a SLOW WIND can be heard as the two genetically engineered men face each other.
As one, the pair launch into action; Lobo whips out a superbly engraved Glock with almost superhuman speed as the Hitman raises his desert eagle.
The pair fire simultaneously, the bullets slamming into their chests. Hitman grunts as his Kevlar stops the bullet, meanwhile Lobo doesn’t even flinch.


The Hitman fires wildly while moving behind cover, avoiding Lobo’s dead gaze. With preordained accuracy, Lobo’s bullets track the Hitman as he moves, 9mm slugs pounding his back and sides.
Finally the Hitman, weakened significantly whirls around, desert eagle poised, but is stopped by Lobo’s steel grip.
Lobo twists the Hitman’s arm violently forcing him to drop his weapon, before hoisting him up by the neck. Pinning him against a wall, Lobo moves in with the Glock, pressing it to the Hitman’s forehead.
A millisecond before oblivion, the Hitman bumps Lobo’s aim as the Glock fires, narrowly missing.
The Hitman sends a knee to Lobo’s face, forcing him to release him. Immediately, the Hitman sends two swift right crosses to the face of Lobo, rocking him slightly. Suddenly, Lobo mounts his own offensive, as a fist is sent into the prone gut of the Hitman, lifting him up by the brute force of the blow.
The Hitman is sent hurtling backwards into a pile of garbage cans. With cat like grace he leaps to his feet, but he is a moment too late. A perfectly executed axe kick, courtesy of Lobo, lands squarely on his shoulder, sending the Hitman to his knees, followed by a roundhouse to his face.
The Hitman is sent sprawling on the ground, rocked by Lobo’s blows. Lobo bends over and grips the Hitman by his lapels. In one motion, Lobo sends the Hitman flying in the air, before a searing push kick to the Hitman’s chest in midair results in his being sent backwards into a wall, knocking the wind out of him.
Lobo, with almost impossible speed, reloads his Glock, his eyes never leaving the Hitman’s scrambling frame. The Hitman manages to get to his feet before Lobo discharges a pair of rounds at his back, the force of the blast sending him back to the ground. Lobo approaches to finish off the job when the SOUND OF A HELICOPTER is heard. Lobo whirls around to face the Apache that hovers above the roof. Almost instantly, a minigun opens fire, sending Lobo diving for cover as the bullets attempt to find the Hitman.
Seeing his chance, the Hitman runs to one side of the building and jumps off, an instant before bullets trace his path.