ASGARDIAN
KNIGHT
By Haze Thomas
ISBN: 978-1-4660-2626-1.
Screenplay
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Copyright © 2000, by Haze Thomas and Roberts-Jones Publishing.
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FADE IN:
CAPTION: ATLANTA, 1996.
EXT. SKYLINE OF ATLANTA - DUSK
An aerial view of the skyline of Atlanta is seen in all its glory. In time lapse, the sun is seen setting - as the moon rises above the city.
EXT. SIDESTREET - NIGHT
A silver Porsche Boxster is parked on a dark sidestreet. Inside the car, two men are sitting and watching.
INT. PORSCHE BOXSTER - CONTINUING
NICK MCNAIR - a handsome, clean-shaven, strong, White man in his late 20's - is sitting behind the wheel. His long, dark brown hair flows slightly from the breeze blowing in through the moonroof. Nick is speaking on a cellular phone.
NICK
It's McNair.
(pause)
We're in position. It's the old warehouse at Armour and Monroe.
(pause)
Yes, sir.
Nick DISCONNECTS his call.
MICHAEL JONES - a handsome, tall-but-built, Black man also in his early 30's with a well-groomed mustache and goatee - is watching the warehouse with nightvision-equipped binoculars.
NICK
I'll be glad to wrap this thing up.
MICHAEL
Why? Because of the 9 months it took us to get to this point?
NICK
No, because I need a haircut.
MICHAEL
Well, don't knock it. This Arms Dealer Hammerschmidt is bigtime.
Michael puts down the binoculars and begins to LOAD bullets in a magazine clip.
NICK
(looking at Michael)
You're awfully quiet.
MICHAEL (O.S.)
Uh-huh.
NICK
(shaking his head)
You're still mad at me.
Michael examines his 9MM Glock.
NICK
What's up, Torch?
MICHAEL
Just drop it, man.
NICK
It was that religious program I was watching earlier at the safehouse, wasn't it?
MICHAEL
You know how much I hate distractions before we take down the bad guys, Nick.
NICK
It's bigger than that. You have a beef with religion or something? You attended church as a kid -
MICHAEL
Why, Nick? Because I'm Black? Does that mean I got to be in somebody's Baptist church? I guess I'm automatically a card-carrying Democrat, too, right?
NICK
Hey! Don't spin this into something racial, Torch. We're best friends. Partners.
MICHAEL
No disrespect.
NICK
None taken. What's this about? You believe in GOD, don't you?
Michael glances over at Nick.
MICHAEL
You really wanna know?
NICK
Yeah.
MICHAEL
I believe that GOD exists. I believe He's The Supreme Creator of the multiverse. But personally, I see GOD as a pimp.
NICK
(doing a double take)
Whoa! You're calling GOD a pimp? Man, let me get out before the lightning comes down!
MICHAEL
That didn't come out quite right.
NICK
I'd say!
MICHAEL
Let me rephrase. Once upon a time, faith was faith. Now, faith is corporate. Organized religion is no different than organized crime.
NICK
What? How's that?
MICHAEL
Most men of the cloth are no different than crime bosses. They extort money and influence from the members of their congregations.
NICK
Extortion in churches? Come on!
MICHAEL
It's true, Nick. And not just extortion, but racketeering, too - among other crimes.
NICK
Name one example.
MICHAEL
The college student on a budget; or the single mother with two kids being forced to give a portion of their money to a bloodsucking, psuedo-charismatic spiritual leader - who turns right around and uses that money towards his fleet of luxury automobiles. Or a house so big, it needs its own zip code. Or a Lear jet.
NICK
That's an extreme example, Torch.
MICHAEL
That's reality! People don't go to church to worship GOD; they worship the Minister. People sacrifice and give: and when their lives don't improve, they don't understand. And GOD sits passively on His throne, watching.
Michael looks over at Nick.
MICHAEL
Let me ask you a question. If good people die young and are persecuted in this world simply because they choose to attempt to live a righteous life, then what's the incentive? What's the point, when people who do wrong prosper; and evildoers go unpunished?
NICK
All I know is GOD is good; and He never promised us life would always be fair or easy.
MICHAEL
I guess not.
Nick stretches - taking a DEEP CLEANSING BREATH. Michael glances over to see Nick smiling.
MICHAEL
What are you smiling about?
NICK
It's good to be alive, Torch.
EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - CONTINUING
A man flashes a signal to Michael and Nick with a blue halogen light.
INT. PORSCHE BOXSTER - CONTINUING
MICHAEL
Showtime.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - CONTINUING
Two armed men OPEN the steel double doors of the warehouse. Michael is ROLLING a tray with a very large trunk on top. Nearby, several more well-dressed and well armed men are seen.
A white stretch Limousine PULLS UP and parks next to a small cargo truck - as Nick and Michael approach.
MICHAEL
How many bad guys?
NICK
I count six - and maybe a sniper in the wings. If things go south -
MICHAEL
I got your back.
GOON #3
That's far enough.
Nick and Michael stop.
GOON #2
What's in the trunk?
MICHAEL
(in a Brit accent)
What's in the truck?
GOON #2
I don't like you.
MICHAEL
That moves me to tears.
NICK
(speaking French-inflected English)
$3 Million is inside this trunk. Where are our guns? And where is your boss?
GOON #1
Why you sweating him? You Cops?
Michael PULLS out a silver and black 9MM - and aims it at Goon #1's head. The other goons PULL and aim their guns at Nick and Michael. Nick PULLS out two .32 automatic pistols - one in each hand.
MICHAEL
Call us that again, you die. Dig?
The door to the white Limousine OPENS. A deep, foreboding VOICE is heard.
HAMMERSCHMIDT (O.S.)
Wait!
GUNTHER HAMMERSCHMIDT - a well-dressed, but overweight man with pale skin and blonde hair - steps out. He has a martini in his right hand.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
There's no need for violence.
(SNAPS his fingers)
Please put away your weapons.
All of his men comply. Nick and Michael look at each other, then disarm themselves.
Hammerschmidt is WHEEZING noticably. He takes out a spray inhaler and SPRAYS it twice into his mouth.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
I am Hammerschmidt. Please pardon my asthma. We all came to conduct business, yes? Then let us do so. Is that the money?
Nick nods.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Examine it.
Goon #2 walks over, OPENS the trunk, and looks inside.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Are we pleased, Hector?
GOON #2
Very pleased, Boss.
Goon #2 CLOSES the trunk.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Excellent. Your guns are in this truck. Come, see for yourselves.
Two of the goons OPEN the cargo doors of the truck. It is filled with Machine Guns, Handguns, and Grenades. Hammerschmidt hands Nick a piece of paper.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
(continuing; COUGHING)
Here's the list you gave me of the armament you needed. Check it. Every item is there.
Hammerschmidt takes a sip of his martini; as Michael PULLS a AK-47 from a box inside of the truck.
MICHAEL
This is what I'm talking about.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Are you pleased?
NICK
Absolutely.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Excellent.
Nick SHAKES Hammerschmidt's hand.
NICK
Nice doing business with you.
Michael SHAKES Hammerschmidt's hand.
MICHAEL
Yeah. Quick and painless.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
You gentlemen have time for a drink? Or are you in a hurry?
MICHAEL
Actually, a drink would be -
Suddenly, bright lights flare on from outside the Warehouse. A LOUD, DEEP VOICE is heard via blowhorn.
COMMANDER COHEN (O.S.)
Attention: those of you in the Warehouse! This is the FBI!
EXT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - CONTINUING
COMMANDER COHEN
Be advised that you are surrounded by armed Federal Agents.
Many FBI Agents - dressed in back body armor and masks - are seen running about; guns held high.
INT. ABANDONED WAREHOUSE - CONTINUING
COMMANDER COHEN
Throw down your weapons - and come out with your hands up!
Nick and Michael pretend to be surprised. Hammerschmidt looks at them suspiciously.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Is this a set-up? Did you set me up, motherfuckers?
Nick and Michael PULL out their weapons again. Michael aims his gun at the Goons. Nick aims his gun at Hammerschmidt.
NICK
Freeze! Federal Agents!
MICHAEL
Throw down your weapons! Now!
Armed Federal Agents storm into the Warehouse from everywhere.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Drop your weapons. Do not resist.
The goons DROP their guns to the floor and raise their hands. Hammerschmidt's eyes narrow into slits.
NICK
Pretty much sucks to be you, huh?
Nick GRABS Hammerschmidt and SPINS him around.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
I'll be out of jail in time for a champagne brunch.
NICK
Uh-huh. I hear you, Fat Cat.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
What did you call me?
Nick gets in Hammerschmidt's face.
NICK
I called you Fat Cat. Because, well, you're a bit out of shape. And you have a pet cat, correct?
HAMMERSCHMIDT
As a matter of fact, I do.
NICK
Thought so. I can smell it.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
I'm going to kill you for this. You and your partner. No matter how long it takes!
Nick SLAPS a pair of handcuffs on Hammerschmidt.
NICK
Fat Cat, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used against you in a Court of Law.
INT. ADMINISTRATIVE OFFICE, FULTON COUNTY JAIL - NOON
Nick and Michael enter the Office. DEPUTY BROWNING is there.
DEPUTY BROWNING
Can I help you?
NIck and Michael flash their badges.
NICK
Hi, yes. Special Agents McNair and Jones. We're here to transport a prisoner over to the Federal Penitentiary across town.
DEPUTY BROWNING
What's the prisoner's name?
MICHAEL
Hammerschmidt. Gunther P.
The Deputy sits down and TYPES on his computer terminal.
DEPUTY BROWNING
Uh-oh.
NICK
I don't like the sound of that.
DEPUTY BROWNING
What does Hammerschmidt look like?
MICHAEL
Fat guy, blonde hair, blue eyes, slight German accent -
DEPUTY BROWNING
Bad news: he's gone.
NICK
Gone? What are you talking about?
DEPUTY BROWNING
He posted a $3 Million bail. Cash.
MICHAEL
Bail? What the hell - ?
DEPUTY BROWNING
How he got a Judge to grant him bail at 7:00 in the morning -
NICK
When did he post out?
DEPUTY BROWNING
About three hours ago.
Nick looks at his watch.
MICHAEL
Son-of-a-bitch!
Michael SMACKS the wall with his right hand.
DEPUTY BROWNING
I'm sorry.
NICK
It's not your fault.
MICHAEL
Hammerschmidt's on his way abroad by now. No doubt.
NICK
I agree.
MICHAEL
GOD's at it again. The bad guy hits a grand slam; we strike out.
NICK
I don't know about that, Torch. Taking down a corrupt Judge isn't the same as an Arms Smuggler, but it'll do for now.
MICHAEL
Let's run it.
Nick looks at Deputy Browning.
NICK
I need to know who granted Hammerschmidt bail. We need to pay that Judge a visit.
CAPTION: NOW.
FADE IN:
INT. INDUSTRIAL LOFT - CONTINUING
A 8"x10" black/white glossy photo of Nick is shown on a wooden table - surrounded by a wide assortment of shotguns, 9MM pistols, machine guns, and night vision goggles.
TONY BISCOTTI - a hitman dressed head all in black - is shown grabbing a gun from the table.
BISCOTTI
I don't like working with anyone out in the field, Mr. Hammerschmidt. Especially unknowns.
4 men: 1 Black, 1 White, 1 Latino, and 1 Asian - each of them menacing and muscular - begin to select their own weapons. Hammerschmidt sits in the shadows. His WHEEZING is heard.
HAMMERSCHMIDT (O.S.)
You're the professional's professional. I respect that. My men are there for support and to confirm that Nick McNair dies.
BISCOTTI
I'm the best. I never miss.
HAMMERSCHMIDT (O.S.)
Good. Jones and McNair cast a bright light on my operation - costing me a significant loss of revenue and forcing me to live in exile for years. That's why I contracted you, Mr. Biscotti.
BISCOTTI
You'll get what you pay for. Speaking of which; my money?
Hammerschmidt SNAPS his fingers. A bodyguard - NINJA B - SETS a black, leather duffel bag on the edge of the wooden table.
NINJA B
Your usual fee - paid in full in advance.
HAMMERSCHMIDT (O.S.)
For added incentive.
Biscotti looks at his money; then ZIPS the duffel bag closed.
BISCOTTI
Very generous.
HAMMERSCHMIDT (O.S.)
When will you take out Jones?
BISCOTTI
McNair dies tonight; Jones dies right after McNair's funeral; when his guard's down.
HAMMERSCHMIDT (O.S.)
Excellent. I'll take my leave now.
Hammerschmidt and Ninjas A & B withdraw into the shadows.
BISCOTTI
Anyone interfering with the termination of my target dies, too. Let's go to work.
EXT. CASA MCNAIR, NICK MCNAIR'S BUCKHEAD MANSION -
Casa McNair is very impressive: a spacious brick and stucco home with lots of glass. The walkway is bordered by fresh flowers on both sides. The yard is beautifully landscaped. A silver Porsche 911 S Carerra is parked out front. The external lights come on.
INT. LIVING ROOM, CASA MCNAIR - CONTINUING
On a black leather sofa sits DANIELLE SOMERS - McNair's girlfriend. She has a beautiful face with big brown eyes, a body-to-die-for, luminous skin, and short auburn hair. All of a sudden, Danielle closes her eyes and SINGS - her magnificent voice filling the room.
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUING
Nick smiles as he hears Danielle's voice.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUING
No longer singing, Danielle walks across the Living Room. She touches Nick's framed BS Degree in Criminal Science from the University of Georgia at Athens. Danielle looks at photos and trophies from Nick's days as star Quarterback at UGA.
She looks at the commendations from Nick's FBI days. She walks slowly past pictures of Nick and Michael; touching Nick's prized statue - a Bowen designed 12" bust of The Mighty Thor (the Marvel Comics Character).
She smiles upon seeing Nick's most treasured possession - the 2000 Best New Artist Grammy that Danielle won and gave to him.
NICK (O.S.)
I love hearing you sing.
DANIELLE
I do try to keep you happy.
NICK (O.S.)
Care for a drink?
DANIELLE
A glass of white wine would be great.
NICK (O.S.)
Coming right up.
INT. KITCHEN - CONTINUING
Nick POURS some wine into two glasses upon a silver tray.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUING
Nick walks over to Danielle and lowers the tray. She picks up both wine glasses. Nick puts the tray down; and sits down next to Danielle. She gives him his glass.
NICK
Thank you, baby.
Nick smiles at Danielle contentedly.
DANIELLE
Why are you looking at me that way?
NICK
It's not my fault you're so incredibly gorgeous, Milady.
INT. VALHALLA (JUSTINE'S GREAT HALL), ASGARD - CONTINUING
JUSTINE - Norse Goddess of Justice and Reparation - sits upon Hlidskiaff: the Valhallan throne from which she can see all over Asgard and Midgard. She is very beautiful; with blue piercing eyes, long flowing blonde hair, a powerful physique. She wears majestic, navy blue and gold Asgardian armor with silver accents.
Upon her shoulders sit two ebony ravens - HUGIN and MUNIN. Nick's voice can be heard.
NICK (O.S.)
Do I tell you that too much?
Justine smiles warmly.
INT. LIVING ROOM OF CASA MCNAIR - CONTINUING
DANIELLE
I never tire of hearing that.
NICK
(raising his glass)
I propose a toast.
DANIELLE
OK. What shall we drink to?
NICK
Hmmm. Let's see -
DANIELLE
(LAUGHS)
Can't think of anything?
NICK
Well, there is this.
Nick leans over and places his glass of wine on a table. He then slowly gets down on both knees.
DANIELLE
Nicholas Patric McNair, what on earth are you doing?
NICK
What does it look like?
DANIELLE
It looks like you're about to -
(the reality of the moment hits her)
Oh, my GOD. You're not -
Nick reaches underneath the sofa - and emerges with a turquoise, suede-covered box.
NICK
(taking a DEEP BREATH)
You're the only Woman I've ever loved, Danielle. I want to grow old and fat and happy with you.
DANIELLE
I - I don't know what to say.
NICK
Just say yes.
Nick OPENS the suede box - and shows Danielle the ring inside. Her eyes widen. The ring is pure platinum; with a 4.5 carat oval-shaped diamond mounted atop.
NICK
(continuing; joking)
Look at this rock! You can't turn me down.
DANIELLE
Of course I'll marry you, Nick.
NICK
Yeah?
DANIELLE
Yes! This is what I've been waiting for. Now I can die happy.
Excited, Nick stands and PUMPS his fist into the air.
NICK
Alright!
A worried look crosses Danielle's face.
NICK
What's the matter?
DANIELLE
Nothing. Everything.
NICK
Come on, Dani. Talk to me.
DANIELLE
I'm marrying you, Nick. And othing's going to stop me.
NICK
But - ?
DANIELLE
No buts. It's just that we're both so busy right now with our careers. You have the Private Investigation firm - with the office here and the New York City you and Michael just opened. And my third album is about to be released. Which means -
NICK
Interviews and signing sessions and touring and promotional appearances. Yes, I know. I'm totally behind your career, Dani. You work hard for your success.
(pause)
I hate taking time off from the firm. But for you, I will. I could travel with you for awhile.
DANIELLE
You would do that?
NICK
I'd give my life for you.
INT. VALHALLA - CONTINUING
Justine continues to monitor Nick and Danielle.
JUSTINE
Ravens most wise, I prithee: what fate awaits yon lovers?
HUGIN
Events most grim, My Liege.
JUSTINE
Verily?
MUNIN
'Tis true, Mighty Justine. E'en now, as the humans pledge their love, assassins approach.
JUSTINE
Wilt the mortals survive?
HUGIN
I say thee, nay, My Liege.
INT. LIVING ROOM OF CASA MCNAIR - CONTINUING
Nick and Danielle KISS each other tenderly.
NICK
Then it's settled. You and I are together - forever.
INT. FORD TAURUS - EVENING
Biscotti is sitting in his rental car - parked on a curb on McNair's street. One of Hammerschmidt's henchman sits him.
BISCOTTI
Nice neighborhood.
ASIAN HENCHMAN
Yeah.
Biscotti glares over at the Henchman.
BISCOTTI
I wasn't talking to you.
Biscotti PULLS a parabolic dish from the back seat. He then slips on a pair of high-tech, digital earphones.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUING
Nick and Danielle are on the couch KISSING passionately.
DANIELLE
Let's go to the bedroom.
NICK
Are you sure? I haven't even cooked dinner. You must be starved.
DANIELLE
You can't cook what I'm hungry for.
Nick smiles.
NICK
Well, in that case -
Nick takes Danielle's hand and PULLS her up from the sofa.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM (UPSTAIRS) - CONTINUING
Nick and Danielle's clothes are seen being thrown to the bedroom floor.
INT. FORD FAMILY SEDAN - CONTINUING
Biscotti PULLS off his earphones.
BISCOTTI
It's time.
The Asian Henchman doesn't move.
BISCOTTI
Hey, you listening, Chinaman?
ASIAN HENCHMAN
I thought you were talking to yourself again.
BISCOTTI
Just shut up and move.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM (UPSTAIRS) - CONTINUING
Nick and Danielle lie in bed - kissing each other.
EXT. BACKYARD OF CASA MCNAIR - CONTINUING
5 messengers of death - dressed in black - descend upon Nick's home. The Latino Henchman is carrying a big, black attache case. He STUMBLES over his own feet. Biscotti gets in his face immediately.
BISCOTTI
(whispering through clenched teeth)
That's a chemical-mixture bomb, dumbass. Drop that, and there won't be enough of us left to identify.
LATINO HENCHMAN
Sorry.
BISCOTTI
You - cover the back.
The Asian Henchman nods - and exits.
BISCOTTI
(continuing; pointing to the White Henchman)
Take the front. Anyone other than one of us comes out dies.
WHITE HENCHMAN
Right.
The White Henchman secures his weapon and runs away.
BISCOTTI
Latino guy, Black guy - with me.
EXT. REAR DECK - CONTINUING
Biscotti pulls out a digital keypad - and attaches it to the deck door. He touches several keys. Suddenly, the keypad's screen begins to stream with random numbers.
LATINO HENCHMAN
What's that?
BISCOTTI
A scrambler. It disarms the alarm. Fucking amateurs.
Biscotti pulls out a set of lock picks.
BISCOTTI
Secure weapons. Night-vision goggles on. We're going in.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM (UPSTAIRS) - CONTINUING
Danielle is on the bed; lying on her back. Nick is KISSING his girlfriend's breasts, then her navel.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUING
Biscotti and the two Henchmen are in the Living Room. The Latino Henchman plants the chemical-mixture bomb on the Living Room floor - in front of Nick's Projection TV.
Three infrared gun sights can be seen flickering in the dark.
INT. STAIRCASE - CONTINUING
Biscotti and crew begin to advance up the stairs.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM (UPSTAIRS) - CONTINUING
Suddenly, Nick stops kissing Danielle.
DANIELLE
What is it? What's wrong?
Nick looks around the room.
NICK
Did you hear something ?
INT. HALLWAY (UPSTAIRS) - CONTINUING
Biscotti stops at a door; motioning for the two Henchmen to get ready. Biscotti whirls and KICKS the door open.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - CONTINUING
He and the Henchmen stream into the Master Bedroom - and begin FIRING.
INT. MASTER BATHROOM - CONTINUING
Nick and Danielle run quietly past the tub. There is a keypad there. Nick PRESSES the blue button - a silent alarm which alerts the police.
INT. MASTER BEDROOM - CONTINUING
The two masses are SPRAYED by bullets and shotgun shells.
BISCOTTI
Hold your fire!
The Henchmen stop FIRING.
BISCOTTI
Black guy - check it out.
The Black Henchman walks over to the bed - and pulls back the sheets and covers. The two masses are pillows.
BLACK HENCHMAN
Damn. They got away.
BISCOTTI
Spread out! Find them!
INT. MASTER BATHROOM - CONTINUING
The Black Henchman OPENS the bathroom door. He reaches to turn on the bathroom light. Nick - wearing a sweater and slacks (but barefoot) - is down on one knee. His Glock 9MM is aimed. As soon as the Black Henchman sees Nick, Nick FIRES twice. The Black Henchman HITS the floor. Nick pulls Danielle - wearing jeans and one of Nick's dress shirts - out of the shower stall.
NICK
Stay with me.
Seconds later, BULLETS and SHOTGUN SHELLS spray the bathroom. Biscotti peeks inside.
BISCOTTI
(into his headset)
Latino guy - they smoked the soul brother. They're headed your way.
INT. STAIRCASE - CONTINUING
The Latino Henchman is at the bottom of the stairs.
LATINO HENCHMAN
Latino. And I'm ready.
Just then, Nick and Danielle reach the top of the stairs. Nick sees the Latino Henchman aiming his gun.
NICK
Dani, look out!
Nick PUSHES Danielle aside. The Latino Henchman FIRES. Nick is HIT. He GRUNTS as he FALLS.
DANIELLE
Nick!
The Latino Henchman walks slowly up the steps as he speaks.
LATINO HENCHMAN
You're a sexy Mami. I'm really gonna hate killing you.
The Latino Henchman aims his gun towards Danielle. Suddenly, diving from the top of the stairs, Nick is airborne: flying and FIRING at the Latino Henchman. The Latino Henchman is HIT several times, and FALLS. His dead body ROLLS down to the bottom of the stairs.
Nick ROLLS down several stairs, but manages to stop his momentum by GRABBING the rail.
BISCOTTI (O.S.)
Bravo, Mr. McNair.
Nick rises to his feet - aiming his Glock at Biscotti.
BISCOTTI
You have a lovely home.
Biscotti is at the top of the stairs - holding a gun to Danielle's lovely head.
NICK
Let her go.
BISCOTTI
Sorry, Nick. No can do.
NICK
I don't believe I got your name.
BISCOTTI
People call me The Baker Man.
NICK
Tony Biscotti? I heard you were one of NYC's best hitmen.
BISCOTTI
I am the best. Period.
NICK
Who sent you for me?
BISCOTTI
A client. Your gun.
Nick GRIPS his gun tighter.
NICK
No way.
The White Henchman enters - his shotgun aimed at Nick. The Asian Henchman enters - his gun also on Nick.
BISCOTTI
Looks like you're outmanned.
(pressing his gun to Danielle's head)
Drop it. Now.
Nick DROPS the gun to the cold marble floor below.
INT. VALHALLA - CONTINUING
Justine is conferring with the Ravens.
JUSTINE
Hugin, Munin, be yon mortal worthy of Asgardian knighthood?
HUGIN
He is a man of honor, Mine Liege.
MUNIN
A keeper of mortal law and order, worthy to wield a portion of thy Power Mystic. Thou wouldst be wise to intervene, mine Queen.
INT. STAIRCASE OF CASA MCNAIR - CONTINUING
BISCOTTI
That's better.
NICK
She has nothing to do with this.
BISCOTTI
I know. That's why I'm giving you 10 seconds to say farewell.
NICK
I'm the one you want!
Biscotti looks at his watch.
BISCOTTI
8... 7...
NICK
Dani, you are my life.
DANIELLE
I love you, too. I always have -
Tears well up in Danielle's eyes.
BISCOTTI
4... 3...
NICK
Kill me, Biscotti! Please!
BISCOTTI
Ladies first.
Biscotti FIRES a single shot - killing Danielle instantly. Her lifeless body SLUMPS to the carpet.
NICK
Noooooo!
Biscotti aims at Nick and FIRES twice - HITTING Nick in his chest and midsection.
Nick FALLS against the rail of the stairs; then to his knees. At Biscotti's feet, Nick looks up at the hitman.
NICK
(continuing; through clenched teeth)
Bastard! I'll get you for this!
BISCOTTI
Sweet dreams, Mr. McNair. By the way, your partner's next.
Nick GRABS Biscotti's pants leg.
NICK
You're a dead man!
Biscotti puts his gun to Nick's forehead and FIRES.
BISCOTTI
No, you are.
Nick's body ROLLS all the way down the stairs. Biscotti stands over Nick's body - SNAPPING instant pictures.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUING
Biscotti ACTIVATES the chemical-mixture bomb.
BISCOTTI
Let's go!
INT. FORD TAURUS - EVENING
Biscotti CRANKS up the car and SPEEDS away - Henchmen in tow.
INT. STAIRCASE - CONTINUING
Nick's body is shown - as SIRENS APPROACH.
INT. LIVING ROOM - CONTINUING
The bomb is shown - chemicals mixing. It DETONATES. Smoke, flames, and debris fill the air.
EXT. CASA MCNAIR - CONTINUING
Casa McNair is utter destroyed.
INT. RUINS OF CASA MCNAIR - CONTINUING
A bluish-gold FLASH appears. Justine's strong-but-gentle voice is heard.
JUSTINE (O.S.)
Nicholas Patric McNair - come hither in thy ethereal form.
Nick's spiritual form steps out of the shadows. He is now totally white with a golden aura - like a glowing ghost. He looks down upon his dead physical body.
JUSTINE
I bid thee greetings, mortal.
NICK
Who are you?
JUSTINE
I am Justine, the Norse Goddess of Justice and Reparation.
NICK
Am I dead?
Justine nods.
NICK
Why are you here?
JUSTINE
I heard thee from Hlidskiaff - my throne high atop Valhalla.
NICK
Valhalla?
JUSTINE
'Tis where I reside.
NICK
How can that be?
JUSTINE
All shall be made clear to thee in due time. Didst not ye cry out for justice as thy life endeth?
NICK
Yes.
JUSTINE
Pray tell, wouldst thou know more?
NICK
Yes.
JUSTINE
Then let mine own enchantment transport us to another realm anon.
Justine and Nick both vanish in a blinding flash of light.
EXT. CASA MCNAIR - CONTINUING
Police cars pull up in front of Casa McNair.
PAUL COHEN - Special Agent-In-Charge of the Atlanta FBI Office - flashes his badge to two uniformed APD Officers.
COMMANDER COHEN
Paul Cohen, Commander of the Atlanta office.
The Commander looks down at a bodybag on a gurney.
COMMANDER COHEN
May I?
The Officer nods. Cohen UNZIPS the black bag and looks inside. He immediately winces. Cohen ZIPS the bodybag closed.
COMMANDER COHEN
Has anyone from McNair's firm been notified yet?
APD OFFICER
Not to my knowledge, sir.
Cohen pulls out his cellular phone.
COMMANDER COHEN
He and his business partner use to be Agents under my command. I'll make the call.
INT. PRIVATE OFFICE, MCNAIR & JONES LTD. (NYC) - NIGHT
Michael is sitting at his desk; reviewing a case file. The phone on Michael's desk is shown. The phone RINGS several times before Michael finally PICKS UP.
MICHAEL
Michael Jones.
(pause)
Commander Cohen? Hey, how's it -
Michael's face goes blank.
MICHAEL
What?
He leans forward in his leather chair.
MICHAEL
When? Where?
(pause)
Danielle, too?
(CLEARS his throat)
I'll be on the next flight.
(pause)
Could we meet tomorrow morning? Buckhead Diner, 8:00am? OK.
(pause)
No, I'll notify Nick's parents. Thanks for informing me.
Michael HANGS up the phone - sitting there silently. Suddenly, Michael POUNDS the top of his desk with both fists. He picks up the phone, then DIALS digits.
MICHAEL
Hello, Mr. McNair? It's Michael.
(voice cracking)
I'm so sorry to have to tell you this -
EXT. AN ALLEY, SOMEWHERE OFF PIEDMONT ROAD - MIDNIGHT
A very long, white customized Limousine is parked within an alley. The motor IDLES almost silently. A smaller, black Limousine pulls up along the white one.
INT. HAMMERSCHMIDT'S CUSTOM LIMOUSINE - CONTINUING
Hammerschmidt is sitting on a plush leather bench, petting PEACHES - his beloved Siamese.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Yes, Peaches. That's a good girl.
The car door OPENS. Biscotti gets inside of the limo. Hammerschmidt's Driver SHUTS the door behind Biscotti.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
(continuing; smiling)
Bravo, Tony. May I call you that?
BISCOTTI
No.
Hammerschmidt's smile fades. He SNAPS his fingers. NINJA A - one of Hammerschmidt's two bodyguards - places a brown leather briefcase upon the interior table.
NINJA A
Your fee for terminating Jones; also in advance.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
$450,000 - per our arrangement.
Biscotti takes the case.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
You can count it if you like.
BISCOTTI
No need. By the way, thanks for loaning me your Lear Jet to get back to NYC.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
My pleasure. A drink?
BISCOTTI
I never mix business and pleasure. Another time, perhaps. You'll hear from me soon.
Biscotti OPENS the car door and gets out of the Limo.
EXT. PARK OVERLOOKING LAKE ODIN, ASGARD - MORNING
Nick looks around; observing the jade-colored grass upon which he is standing; along with the clear blue sky above. He sees the montage of colors of the leaves of Asgardian trees: brown, gold, orange, burgundy, etc.
NICK
Wow.
Nick glances down to the golden waters of Lake Odin. In the distance, Nick sees several citizens walking about.
NICK
Is this heaven?
JUSTINE
Nay, 'tis Asgard thou seeth.
Nick looks at Justine.
NICK
As in the home of the Norse Gods?
JUSTINE
Aye. And those citizens thou see are Asgardians - whom I serve and protect.
NICK
I'd know Asgard if I saw it. I'm well-versed in Norse mythology.
JUSTINE
I prithee, hast thou knowledge ye wouldst impart?
NICK
I'll humor you. Odin is the Allfather of Asgard: the Ruler. He and his brothers Ve and Vili slew the Frost Giant, Ymir - and according to myth, built the Nine Worlds from his carcass.
Justine smiles.
JUSTINE
Mine Ravens spoketh true when they told me of thy worthiness, McNair. Continue, I prithee.
NICK
I know of the sons of Odin: Thor, God of Thunder; Balder, God of Light and his twin brother, Hod; and Hermod, fleet-footed Messenger of the Gods - among others Loki, the eternal trickster and God of Evil was Odin's adopted brother.
JUSTINE
'Tis true.
NICK
I know of the Rainbow Bridge -
JUSTINE
Bifrost.
NICK
Which linked Asgard to Midgard, the Earth realm. I remember Valhalla has 542 separate doors, and is guarded by Odin's wolves: Freki and Geri, a blood-red eagle, and other magic.
JUSTINE
Know ye the Nine Worlds?
NICK
I think so.
JUSTINE
Name them.
NICK
Let's see: Asgard, Midgard, Vanaheim, Alfheim, Niflheim, Jotunheim, Muspelheim, and Nidavellir. Did I list them all?
JUSTINE
(smiling)
All save Svartalheim - home of Dark Elves. Thy claim of knowance be true.
NICK
It's ironic that I died on a Thursday - "Thor's Day". I have a question for you now, Justine. Who are you, really?
JUSTINE
As I told thee before, I am the Goddess of Justice and Reparation. I am daughter of Ve, niece of Mighty Odin, Protector of Asgard.
NICK
The God, Ve, was your father?
JUSTINE
The very one who granted mankind senses, expressive features, and speech. Aye.
NICK
And you expect me to believe that? That this land, however beautiful, is really Asgard?
JUSTINE
Thou believeth not? E'en after I preserved thy life?
Nick turns to face Justine.
NICK
Just how long were you watching me - watching us - down on Earth?
JUSTINE
Long enow.
NICK
You knew my killers were coming?
JUSTINE
(reluctantly)
Aye, McNair.
Nick is growing angrier.
NICK
And you did nothing to stop them? With all your mystical might, you sat back and watched us die?
JUSTINE
I could not intervene until thou wert wronged, McNair. With no crime, there couldst be no justice.
Nick walks toward Justine.
NICK
You're saying our lives had to be taken for you to act? If that's the case, why isn't Danielle here?
JUSTINE
Hear ye well, McNair - as a mortal thou canst not understand the ways of a Goddess such as mineself.
NICK
You're right! I don't understand.
JUSTINE
Here be a piece of advice I heed thee to take to heart.
NICK
Oh? And what's that?
JUSTINE
Free thy mind. Things are rarely what they seem.
NICK
You know, in my years of study in Norse mythology, I can't recall a single reference to you. Why?
JUSTINE
Thou art a keeper of mortal law?
NICK
Yes.
JUSTINE
Then thou hast seen me many times on Midgard. At every Court of Law, though I hath ne'er been blind.
An astonished look crosses Nick's face.
NICK
That's you?
JUSTINE
See, McNair? Thou recognizeth me after all. In your language, a single letter separates Justine from Justice.
Justine walks away from Nick.
NICK
Point taken, but I'm not Asgardian. If I'm dead, I should be either in Heaven or Hell. Not in Asgard, unless Valhalla is the same as Heaven.
JUSTINE
Thou needs must know that Valhalla and Heaven art separate places.
NICK
Then why am I here?
JUSTINE
I offer thee the chance to punish those who slew thee and thy lady.
NICK
How can I do that in death?
JUSTINE
Death be not the end of things. 'Tis merely the beginning.
NICK
If I accepted your proposal, how much time would I have?
JUSTINE
Two earth days.
NICK
And if I refuse?
JUSTINE
Thy soul would be commended to The God of Gods for judgement. And yon assassins go free.
NICK
I accept your offer. But how can I avenge myself if my body -
Justine FIRES a blue bolt from her right hand at Nick. The IMPACT of the bolt drops Nick's astral form to his knees.
JUSTINE
Stand ye 'pon thy feet, Nicholas McNair. Thou art restored.
Nick stands once more whole: full of health and vigor.
NICK
I can't believe it. How - ?
JUSTINE
Mine mystic might hath created a better body for thee. 'Tis made of sturdier stock: thy Asgardian skin be three times more durable than yon mortal version. In thy sinews now coarses the strength of any ten mortal men. In sooth, thou shalt now move with Asgardian speed. Now, rise.
Nick rises unsteadily to his feet. Using her power, Justine brings forth a white, glowing balancing scale - which hovers in the air.
JUSTINE
See yon scale, McNair?
NICK
Yes.
JUSTINE
'Tis unbalanced because justice is needed for thee. Once thou hast avenged thyself, the scales will be balanced, and thy task be done.
NICK
I need weapons. Can you provide me with any?
Justine makes the glowing scale VANISH.
JUSTINE
Come hither.
INT. VALHALLA - CONTINUING
Justine walks the halls of Valhalla as Nick follows. Suddenly, two huge, white GROWLING wolves - GERI and FREKI appear from around a corner.
NICK
Oh, boy.
JUSTINE
Behold, McNair. Geri and Freki: Odin's legendary wolves.
NICK
They're huge!
JUSTINE
Fear not. They will not harm thee.
Justine pets the wolves on the head, as they WHINE playfully.
NICK
Thank heaven.
JUSTINE
Return thee to guard thy posts; for soon it will be time to sup.
The wolves RUN away to stand guard; as Justine commands.
JUSTINE
Come, thy weapons await.
EXT. LIBRARY, VALHALLA - CONTINUING
Justine stands before Nick and gestures with her right hand - causing a large panel within one of the walls to slide back; revealing a large assortment of medieval weapons. Justine lifts a dagger from the panel.
JUSTINE
'Tis the first weapon I shall loan thee: The Source Dagger.
NICK
Why is it called that?
JUSTINE
Because it flyeth true at whate'er target its Master designates - and returneth to his mighty hand by the utterance of a single word.
NICK
What word?
JUSTINE
Return.
Justine gives the silver, ruby-encrusted dagger to Nick. Justine PULLS a beautiful golden sword from its place.
JUSTINE
This weapon was crafted by Mighty Odin himself. 'Twas a birthday gift to me from him many moons ago.
Justine holds up the sword.
JUSTINE
'Tis called The Purity Sword. It was forged in purified, molten Asgardian gold. No foe or object can withstand its righteous swath. The Sword negates evil magicks and malevolent enchantments. It will serve thee well in battle.
Justine hands The Purity Sword to Nick.
NICK
It's beautiful.
JUSTINE
The Purity Sword is a most fearsome weapon, Godling. Look.
Justine points to a rather impressive looking armor encased in a glass chamber. It is silver, red, and purple.
JUSTINE
This shalt be thy armor.
Justine SNAPS her fingers - clothing Nick in the armor.
NICK
Whoa!
JUSTINE
Have a care, McNair. If thou aspireth to be an Asgardian Knight, thou must look the part.
Nick looks puzzled.
NICK
An Asgardian Knight?
JUSTINE
In instances throughout time, e'en humans have wielded a portion of the Power Mystic - granted by Asgard's Ruler. The proper title of mortals chosen to fight alongside the Gods is Knight.
Nick looks down at himself.
NICK
How do I look?
JUSTINE
Like a Warrior Born.
NICK
I feel like Iron Man.
JUSTINE
Who?
NICK
Nevermind.
JUSTINE
Thy armor is a living one.
NICK
Excuse me?
JUSTINE
'Tis imbued with spells of protection for its user. Verily, it will protect thee against Midgardian weapons. Also, helfire can be fired from both gauntlets upon thine enemies.
NICK
Helfire is either searingly hot or bitterly cold. Which can I generate?
JUSTINE
Both.
NICK
This armor is full of surprises. But how will I travel in it?
JUSTINE
With a thought, thy armor transporteth thee where'er.
NICK
Kick ass.
JUSTINE
What sayeth thou?
NICK
Umm, nothing. What else can you tell me about the armor, Justine?
JUSTINE
Know ye that thy armor's cape is a cloak of concealment. Merely pull yon cape 'pon thy body, and thou shalt vanish from sight.
Nick sheathes both The Purity Sword and The Source Dagger upon his waist belt.
NICK
Justine, can I be killed again? In This form?
JUSTINE
'Tis not likely, but 'tis possible.
A grim expression falls over Nick's face.
JUSTINE
What troubles thee, McNair?
NICK
My best friend is in danger.
JUSTINE
Thou speaketh of Michael Jones?
NICK
Biscotti told me of his intent to kill Michael next. Can you protect him, too?
JUSTINE
Nay, McNair. If Jones is to live, 'twill be by thy deeds.
NICK
How much time has passed on Earth since I've been away?
JUSTINE
Three Earth days.
NICK
What?
JUSTINE
Time passeth much quicker on Midgard. But I hath the power to circumvent time. To navigate it.
NICK
Can you send me back to the point just after I was, you know -
JUSTINE
Aye. I shalt send thee there as soon as I enchant yon weapons to serve only thee. Then thou shalt wield them like a Norse God - and feel the Power Mystic within.
INT. ELVIDNIR (HELA'S GREAT HALL), HEL - TWILIGHT
As far as the eye can see in all directions, there is only the greyish-green glow of the ice that encompasses Hel. A million, million lost souls - the brown, faceless entities of the condemned - are seen; in constant motion. WEEPING and MOANING and SCREAMS are heard.
HELA - the Norse Goddess of Death, and sole Ruler of The Shadow Realm - is seen standing upon the balcony of her dwelling place; looking down upon her dark kingdom.
Her skin is ashen white. Her lips are jet black. Hela's physique is shapely, but foreboding; covered by a rather revealing black garment with silver trim. A silver tiara sits atop her head.
HELA
Brrrr. Hel's chill bites deep tonight. Let there be warmth.
With a gesture of her right hand, orange-red flames BURST forth from the ground. The flames surround her.
HELA
Ah, much better.
EQUILLA (O.S.)
My Queen, an audience, I pray.
EQUILLA - an ancient practitioner of dark magicks and an Advisor to Hela - LIMPS into Hela's presence.
EQUILLA (O.S.)
I have news of the Justice Goddess.
Hela turns to face Equilla.
HELA
What know ye? I bid thee, speak.
EQUILLA
She hath resurrected a mortal man from the Earth Realm and infused 'pon him a portion of her power.
HELA
The Power Mystic?
EQUILLA
Yon godling is now in Asgard.
Hela strokes her chin in thought.
HELA
'Tis a mystery I must unravel. What need wouldst Justine have with a mere mortal?
EQUILLA
Mayhaps she desireth a Consort.
HELA
Whate'er her motive, that cannot be it. She be far too self-righteous to act thus.
Hela turns toward Equilla again.
HELA
Call forth thine power to see betwixt this realm and Asgard.
Equilla gestures with her now glowing right hand. A circular tear in the air appears. Upon the tear, a vision is imprinted of Nick is talking to Justine. Their words cannot be heard.
HELA
Canst not we hear them?
EQUILLA
I cannot bring forth their words, my Queen.
Equilla closes the temporal tear.
HELA
Yon mortal be pleasing to mine eye. Though I be Lord of this Realm, long have I coveted a Consort.
EQUILLA
To fulfilleth thine needs?
HELA
Despite my Kingdom, I am Woman. 'Tis a temporary remedy, though. I fear my carnal needs would break a mortal man rather quickly.
EQUILLA
My Queen, though he be mortal in spirit, his body be now Asgardian.
HELA
Then I shall have him.
EQUILLA
His spirit must be a noble one, else it would have come here 'pon his mortal death. And now that it is under Justine's protection -
HELA
The only way I might receive his soul, by divine law, is for the mortal to pledge it to me of his own free will. I shalt make it so.
EQUILLA
What is thy bidding, mine Master?
HELA
Use thine power of all-seeing to keep me abreast of yon godling.
EQUILLA
What more requireth thee of me?
HELA
Noticed ye his dagger?
EQUILLA
Aye.
HELA
Employ thy dark magicks to counteract yon enchantments Justine has cast 'pon that dagger.
EQUILLA
(bowing)
As thou wishest, mine Master.
HELA
Mayhap when the time be right, I shalt cause his demise - so he will be remain here. Forevermore.
INT. LIBRARY, VALHALLA - CONTINUING
JUSTINE
There be one thing I wouldst know.
NICK
What's that?
JUSTINE
T'would be folly indeed for a Warrior Born not to christen himself with a name of valor. What art thou to be called?
Nick's body radiates with the Power Mystic.
NICK
Just call me - Asgardian Knight.
INT. MICHAEL'S OFFICE, NYC - NIGHT
Michael CLOSES his briefcase and LOCKS it. Slipping on his jacket, Michael hears a NOISE behind him. In a single motion, Michael PULLS out his black and silver Glock 26 and WHIRLS - ready for action.
NICK (O.S.)
Torch.
Michael's face goes blank.
MICHAEL
Nick? Is that you?
Nick's voice has a strange, ethereal resonance to it. Wearing all white, Nick stands across the room from Michael. A golden aura surrounds him.
NICK
No need for the heat. How's my favorite hothead?
Michael lowers his Glock - and puts it back in its holster.
MICHAEL
Not good. I'm sorry, man.
NICK
Why are you apologizing?
MICHAEL
I should have been there. I should have seen this coming.
NICK
Come on, Torch. It wasn't your fault. You know that.
MICHAEL
Who did this to you, Nick? Tell me who; and I'll make them pay.
NICK
Those responsible for my death have sealed their own fates. That's not why I'm here.
MICHAEL
Then, why?
NICK
You're in danger. The people who harmed me are looking for you. I came back to tell you not to worry; they won't succeed.
MICHAEL
How do you know that for sure?
NICK
You have to trust me on that, OK?
MICHAEL
OK. Is - is Danielle with you?
NICK
It doesn't work that way, Torch. You're born alone into the world, and you leave it alone.
MICHAEL
That's logical, I guess.
NICK
Did you call my parents?
MICHAEL
I notified them a little while ago.
NICK
I need a favor.
MICHAEL
Name it.
NICK
Could I borrow your cellular phone?
Michael hands Nick his cell phone.
MICHAEL
The dead make phone calls?
NICK
Not usually, but this is a special occasion. I'll try to return it.
MICHAEL
Take it.
NICK
I haven't much time, Torch; so listen. You and I were Federal Agents and PIs. As good as we were, we knew this day might come.
MICHAEL
Right.
NICK
You won't see me, but I'm watching over you. Grow the business, keep an eye on my parents, and be happy. Can you do that?
MICHAEL
I'll try.
NICK
That's all I ask.
Nick's golden aura begins to fade.
MICHAEL
Nick, wait!
NICK
Yeah?
MICHAEL
Is this some freaky type of dream? Maybe I'm delusional. Maybe I'm actually drunk at in someone's bar. Perhaps it's one of those shifts in the time-space continuum.
Nick smiles warmly at Michael.
NICK
I wish one of your theories was correct. But the fact is I'm dead. I accept that now. You should, too.
MICHAEL
You were - are - my best friend, Nick. I'll see you again.
NICK
Count on it, Torch.
Smiling, Nick and his golden aura DISAPPEAR. The room falls silent once more.
MICHAEL
No disrespect, Nick; but somebody's gonna pay for what happened to you and your lady.
INT. ELVIDNIR - TWILIGHT
A bluish-gold bolt of lightning STRIKES near Hela's throne. Justine appears upon her prized steed - Sleipnir.
JUSTINE
Catch thee thy breath, Sleipnir.
Justine DISMOUNTS. With her green lips twisted into a smirk, Hela stands.
HELA
Balder's breast! Doth mine eyes deceive me? It cannot be; and yet 'tis true. Mine perennial foe - Justine - standeth before me.
Justine walks slowly toward Hela.
JUSTINE
Hela, I would have words with thee.
Hela steps down from her throne.
HELA
Thy tone is so serious. May I offer thee refreshment? Some maggotbread? Or mayhaps some freshly squeezed bloodwine?
JUSTINE
(disgustedly)
Nay.
HELA
Suit thyself. Now that the protector of Asgard hath set foot in mine domain, I feel safe.
Justine stops walking - and points at Hela.
JUSTINE
Curb thy tongue, Death Matron; lest I rip it out.
Hela makes the sound of a CAT growling; swiping her hand like a claw for emphasis.
HELA
Since thy visit be not a social call, tell me why thou art here.
JUSTINE
(pointing at Hela)
I bid thee fair warning: the soul of McNair is beyond thy grasp.
HELA
I know not of any mortal named -
JUSTINE
Lieth not to me, villainess. For I have felt thine evil eyes 'pon both mineself and the Knight. His essence be one of bravery, goodness, and truth.
Hela steps forward.
HELA
Why did ye resurrect yon mortal?
JUSTINE
That matter be not thy concern. Leave him be. I order it!
HELA
Only Hela commandeth Hela.
JUSTINE
Odin's chosen successor standeth before thee. His power and his blood floweth in mine veins.
(standing face-to-face with Hela)
Respect me as thou would mine late Uncle; or suffer the consequences.
HELA
(LAUGHING)
Thou dareth to threaten me?
JUSTINE
Thou knoweth not what I am capable of, Queen of the Dead.
Justine turns and walks away as Hela watches.
JUSTINE (O.S.)
Remember well mine words, Hela.
Another FLASH is seen and heard as Justine - riding atop Sleipnir - leaves Hel.
HELA
Justine, thy warning only heightens mine interest in McNair.
INT. LIVING ROOM, BISCOTTI'S PENTHOUSE (NYC) - MIDNIGHT
An overnight bag is on the floor. A luggage label with the letters "ATL" is wrapped around its handle.
INT. DINING ROOM, BISCOTTI'S PENTHOUSE - CONTINUING
Biscotti is sitting at the dining room table, cleaning several of his handguns. Across the room, jazz is PLAYING softly on the stereo. Biscotti hears a NOISE. His head turns in the direction of the noise. He listens, but there is only silence.
Biscotti takes a SIP of the Budweiser on the dining room table, then resumes polishing his guns.
NICK (O.S.)
Nice digs. Did you have a nice flight back from Atlanta?
Biscotti silently stands up from the dining room table - holding a black, (50-round) 9MM rifle.
INT. LIVING ROOM, BISCOTTI'S PENTHOUSE - CONTINUING
Biscotti's stereo system is shown. Suddenly, a blue burst of cold helfire FREEZES the entire stereo system frozen. An instant later, the whole thing EXPLODES. Orange sparks and white smoke are seen.
NICK (O.S.)
Sorry. I don't care much for Jazz.
INT. DINING ROOM - CONTINUING
Biscotti instinctively takes cover.
BISCOTTI
Who's there? Tell me!
NICK (O.S.)
No can do, Baker Man.
BISCOTTI (O.S.)
Who the fuck are you? Know what? It doesn't matter, asshole. I'm only gonna kill you, anyway.
NICK (O.S.)
You're the best. Period.
A smile appears on Biscotti's face.
BISCOTTI
You're a friend of Nick McNair's.
Biscotti slowly enters his Living Room.
BISCOTTI
That you, Jones? You here to settle the score? You got balls, I'll grant you that.
INT. ELVIDNIR - CONTINUING
Hela stands at a Silver Pedestal; watching the events taking place in Biscotti's Penthouse via a temporal tear.
INT. LIVING ROOM, BISCOTTI'S PENTHOUSE - CONTINUING
Nick steps into the Living Room.
NICK
"Let the lady go."
Biscotti's eyes begin moving rapidly from side to side.
NICK
"Dani - I love you!"
Biscotti whirls, and as he sees Nick, FIRES repeatedly. Nick FALLS beside the sofa in the Living Room. BREATHING ALOUD, Biscotti approaches the sofa. He looks in front of and behind the sofa, but there is no body.
BISCOTTI
Damn!
NICK (O.S.)
Now the hunter is the hunted.
Biscotti assumes a defensive stance with the gun.
NICK (O.S.)
(continuing; in a calm voice)
Hey, Tony.
(now SHOUTING)
Look at me when I'm talking to you!
Biscotti swings and RAT-A-TAT-TATS toward the dark figure standing across from him. Nick TELEPORTS - before Biscotti's very eyes.
NICK (O.S.)
You've got a gun; I've got mystical weaponry beyond belief.
A SPLITTING sound is heard - as Nick's Source Dagger IMPLANTS itself within the countertop - inches from Biscotti's head.
BISCOTTI
Shit!
NICK (O.S.)
Advantage: McNair. Return.
The Source Dagger VANISHES. Biscotti takes cover behind a retaining wall.
BISCOTTI
That's bullshit! I killed you!
NICK
You did, indeed. But I'm back. Do you know why?
(pause)
Just before you fired a killshot to my head, what did I say?
INT. STAIRCASE OF CASA MCNAIR - EVENING (THE PAST)
Lying at Biscotti's feet, Nick looks up at the hitman.
NICK
(clenched teeth)
Bastard! I'll get you for this!
INT. LIVING ROOM, BISCOTTI'S PENTHOUSE - MIDNIGHT
Nick now assumes the guise of Asgardian Knight.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
No more games, Biscotti. No more words. I transversed time and space to fulfill my promise. Behold my wrath.
SCREAMING in fear, Biscotti opens FIRE again. The bullets BOUNCE off the Knight. He RUNS up to Biscotti. As Asgardian Knight approaches, he employs his Cloak of Concealment - VANISHING for an instant as he spins; then REAPPEARING to administer a mighty KICK.
The IMPACT of an armored boot into his midsection causes Biscotti to GRUNT as he is propelled across the room. Biscotti PLOWS against the wall - dropping his 9MM rifle.
INT. ELVIDNIR - CONTINUING
Hela is still watching Asgardian Knight exacting his revenge.
HELA
Mayhap the godling be a Warrior Born after all. Slayeth the dog, McNair. Sendeth him to Hel!
INT. LIVING ROOM, BISCOTTI'S PENTHOUSE - CONTINUING
As Biscotti staggers to his feet, Asgardian Knight grabs Biscotti and HEADBUTTS him twice. Asgardian Knight smashes a RIGHT to Biscotti's midsection; then follows with a LEFT UPPERCUT. Biscotti flies through the air - HITTING his couch with such force that he knocks it upside down. Suddenly, there is a KNOCK at Biscotti's door.
CONCERNED NEIGHBOR (O.S.)
Hello? Is everything alright?
GRABBING Biscotti, Asgardian Knight looks at the door.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
We need a little privacy.
Both the Knight and Biscotti TELEPORT.
EXT. ROOF, MANHATTAN TOWERS BUILDING - CONTINUING
On the edge of the precipice of the roof stands Asgardian knight. Between his feet is the breathtaking view of 42nd Street - 80 stories below. In his armored gauntlets, Asgardian Knight holds Biscotti.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
I'll ask you again: who sent you for me?
BISCOTTI
I can't say!
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
Talk!
BISCOTTI
He'll kill me if I tell you.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
OK.
The Knight removes his left gauntlet from Biscotti. Biscotti GASPS; desperately WRAPPING both his arms around Asgardian Knight's strong right arm.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
Talk and I'll let you go.
BISCOTTI
You're lying.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
Your Employer. Give me the name.
BISCOTTI
Gunther Hammerschmidt.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
That bastard. I should have known. Why?
BISCOTTI
He said you and Jones cost him clients and lots of money.
Asgardian Knight stares at Biscotti for a few seconds.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
OK, Tony. You held up your end.
Asgardian Knight places Biscotti back upon the roof.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
You're free to go.
Asgardian Knight turns his back to Biscotti. Biscotti bends over - hands on his knees to catch his breath.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
To hel.
The Knight TACKLES Biscotti; knocking both men off the roof.
INT. ELVIDNIR - CONTINUING
Hela's mouth drops open.
HELA
Zounds! Couldst it be? Will McNair feel Hela's cold embrace soon?
EXT. SKY ABOVE NYC - CONTINUING
The Knight's cape FLUTTERS wildly as he and Biscotti fall. Achieving terminal velocity, Asgardian Knight straddles Biscotti's back: with one hand holding Biscotti's right arm behind his back, and the other pulling Biscotti's hair.
Biscotti is SCREAMING at the top of his lungs.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
Yeeeeee-hawwwww!
INT. ELVIDNIR - CONTINUING
Hela leans forward upon her throne.
HELA
Lies of Loki! The godling's fury hath driven him mad!
EXT. SKY ABOVE NYC - CONTINUING
Biscotti is still SCREAMING.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
Free your mind and your ass will follow!
The pavement is rushing up to greet both men.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
Hey, Baker Man - this is my Exit!
Asgardian knight TELEPORTS - leaving Biscotti alone to fall.
BISCOTTI
No! Noooooo!
Biscotti covers his head and eyes with both arms.
FADE TO BLACK.
The sickening THUD of bones meeting pavement is heard. There is the sound of a Woman's SCREAM.
MALE VOICE
Oh, my GOD!
FADE IN:
INT. THE SHADOW REALM - CONTINUING
Equilla stands before Hela.
HELA
Curses! The Knight hath escaped mine grasp; but only for now. Equilla, cast a spell-in-waiting 'pon Justine.
EQUILLA
Of what kind, Mistress Hela?
HELA
Of deep sleep. But I will instruct thee of when I want it enacted.
EQUILLA
It shalt be done.
HELA
Ah, McNair's victim hath arrived.
EXT. ROOF, MANHATTAN TOWERS BUILDING - CONTINUING
Back upon the roof, the Knight is looking down.
ASGARDIAN KNIGHT
One down, one to go.
Asgardian Knight TRANSFORMS back into Nick and walks away.
INT. ELVIDNIR - CONTINUING
Hela is seen sitting upon her throne once more.
HELA
Anthony Vincent Biscotti, welcome.
Biscotti is seen standing before Hela.
BISCOTTI
Who are you?
HELA
Hela. Welcome to Hel: my Realm of Shadow, Despair, and Death.
BISCOTTI
Hell? Yeah, right.
HELA
Kneel before me, cur.
BISCOTTI
(SPITS on the ground)
Fuck you, pasty bitch.
Hela SMILES.
HELA
Since thou behaveth like a fish out of water, I shalt treat thee as such!
Hela FIRES a white beam from her eyes. It STRIKES Biscotti; TRANSFORMING him into a silver, wiggling fish.
Hela reaches out - the fish flies into her hand. She licks her green lips, then proceeds to RIP the fish's head off into her mouth - CHEWING without mercy.
HELA
Hmmm. Fish - my favorite dish.
INT. DEN, HAMMERSCHMIDT'S MANSION (ATLANTA) - MIDNIGHT
Hammerschmidt is naked; wearing only a black painter's hat, a white towel around his waist, and a pair of flip-flops. Porn is seen on his 70" state-of-the-art projection TV. The sound of a woman MOANING is heard.
AMBER - a shapely White Woman with blonde hair wearing a plush, pink bathrobe - is feeding Hammerschmidt fresh strawberries and whipped cream.
EXT. ELLIS ISLAND - CONTINUING
Dressed all in grey with a black trenchcoat, Nick pulls out Michael's cell phone and begins DIALING.
INT. DEN, HAMMERSCHMIDT'S MANSION (ATLANTA) - CONTINUING
Hammerschmidt leans over and whispers in Amber's ear.
AMBER
Oh, Gunther: you're so nasty.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
And you love it, my dear.
A nearby phone RINGS.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
I must take this call. Why don't you slip into something sexy and come back in a couple of minutes?
The phone RINGS again.
AMBER
I'll be right back.
Amber gets off the couch and slinks away.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
(answering the phone)
Yes?
NICK (V.O.)
Good evening, Fat Cat.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Who is this?
NICK (V.O.)
Not Tony Biscotti. He's deader than Pokemon.
Hammerschmidt takes off his glasses.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
You're lying.
NICK (V.O.)
It'll be on CNN within the hour and in newspapers by morning. I won't reveal the manner of his death, but he looks like a big ole, strawberry pop tart. But I digress. Let's get back to you.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
(nervously)
What about me?
NICK
I'm going to rid you of your asthma. You can't wheeze if you can't breate.
Hammerschmidt begins to WHEEZE.
EXT. ELLIS ISLAND - CONTINUING
NICK
See? That's what I mean. You're pathetic. You know why?
HAMMERSCHMIDT (V.O.)
Why don't you -
NICK
It's your last night on Earth, Gunther - and instead of trying to atone for your multitude of sins, what are you doing? Sitting buck naked in your den, eating strawberries and cream, watching pornographic movies, making sexual promises to your statuesque honeybunny that your phlegm-filled lungs and your vienna sausage sized ding-a-ling can't begin to fulfill. That's why.
INT. DEN, HAMMERSCHMIDT'S MANSION (ATLANTA) - CONTINUING
Stunned, Hammerschmidt's mouth is wide open.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
(barely audible)
How would you know that?
NICK (V.O.)
Because I see you.
HAMMERSCHMIDT
Who - who are you?