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HOLLYWOOD SIGN - DAY Rotor wash from a small helicopter causes the scrub brush to shimmy and sway on the iconic hillside. A large camera on a crazy gyroscopic jib pokes out from the helicopter. DEREK CANTRELL pulls focus, wearing noise cancelling ear muffs, aviator glasses, and a mountain man's beard. DEREK signals to the pilot with a raised fist and the helicopter veers off toward the sunset with the music of Peter Gabriel's uplifting song Salisbury Hill. INT. HANGAR 7 - NIGHT The PILOT and DEREK exit the copter, a crew of three enter the copter and begin to disassemble the camera rig and gather the rest of the equipment. DEREK Nice work out there today, shame about the smoke from the fires... PILOT Well, that don't change my day rate. DEREK Anyway, until next time. They shake hands, Derek exits the hangar. EXT. HANGAR 7 - NIGHT Big and brawny, Derek approaches his Toyota Land Cruiser. A man emerges from behind the vehicle, obscured by a puddle of shadow, wearing a hoodie. Derek draws himself quickly into the fighting stance he'd learned as a Marine, the bulldog tattoo on his right bicep bulging as if ready to bite. DEREK (edging forward) You picked the wrong parking lot friend. The man steps into the light, pulls down his hoodie. It is SEAN ROBBINS, same age as Derek, wiry build, glasses, and a scar traversing his face from left temple to chin. SEAN Whoa! Look at you! DEREK What the hell man? You almost got your kidneys rearranged.

SEAN No time. Let's go. DEREK Ten years and now you're giving me orders? SEAN No. Fucking. Time. Derek sees Sean isn't kidding around, nods gravely, flips the alarm button on the Toyota to unlock the doors. INT. LAND CRUISER - NIGHT They are driving now, up Mulholland Drive. DEREK How did you find me? SEAN I guess you haven't heard. DEREK Uhhh, no... SEAN Huge password dump on the internet. And by the way, I thought a Marine would have better sense than using 123456789 as their email password. Sean shakes his head disgustedly. Derek pulls into the driveway of his craftsman bungalow perched in the hills overlooking the lights of the valley. DEREK Are you kidding me? SEAN (admiring the crib) I guess pressing the record button for Hollywood pays pretty good huh? DEREK It's a little more complicated than that. INT. BUNGALOW - NIGHT Sean drops his keys and two envelopes on an unread copy of American Cinematographer sitting on the end table at the door side. Sean looks at his chrome diving watch. SEAN Don't worry, I changed your email password... Read the last one about

you going on a chopper ride, how I found you. DEREK Ok, you found me. SEAN In fifteen minutes, there will be an attempt on Bill Gates' life. DEREK So what, I use a mac... SEAN And if that happens, all the work his foundation does fighting malaria in Africa will grind to a halt... DEREK Like I said... SEAN I know, I know, you use a mac. Sean goes over to the side window, pulls up the teak venetian blinds, and takes out a monocular out of his pocket. SEAN Gates is in California today meeting with donors to vastly expand the scope of his foundation's mission... Sean puts the monocular to his eye, and points through the window to the tudor mansion across the ridge. A POV shot, Bill Gates and a host of others in the drawing room, eating small hotdogs on skewers and fondue. SEAN There! Sean hands the monocular to Derek who looks through the window and sees Bill Gates is indeed there. DEREK Well I'll be tarred with crisco and knocked over with a feather. But, how'd you know he was gonna be here, much less about the attempt on his life? SEAN Turns out he uses the same password as you. Derek turns from the window to Sean, who has pulled out a syringe full of muscle relaxant. He sticks it into Derek's thick neck.

SEAN Well,the assassination is pretty much my idea, with a little help from my friends on the board of Pfizer. They don't tend to care for do gooders mucking around in the dark continent with free pills. Derek eyes, full of realization, draw slowly closed and he slumps over with a thud. EXT. BUNGALOW - NIGHT Sean climbs under the body of the land cruiser, removes a rugged plastic gun case that he clipped to the underside of the chassis. INT. BUNGALOW - NIGHT At the window, Sean quickly and expertly assembles the sniper rifle. Looks at his watch. Opens the window. Tests the wind. He takes his stance and observes Gates through the rifle scope. SEAN This is for that fucking stupid talking paper clip. BOOM! FADE OUT