EXT. TORONTO SKYLINE - NIGHT
Dark, monstrous storm clouds loom toward the city that awaits.
The CN Tower lit beautifully in the night sky, over seeing the chaotic city below. Soaring skyscrapers fill the atmosphere.
As we get closer we see:
EXT. DOWNTOWN TORONTO - NIGHT
ANDREW ATKINS, 19, skinny, short brown hair, drowns out the city that surrounds him. He is perched on the curb of a busy intersection, as he inhales the final drag of his cigarette.
Silent. Andrew sits. Waits
BOOM! Thunder cracks. Startled, Andrew looks around, then up. The storm clouds have arrived, hovering over the city.
Heavy rain begins to pour. Andrew jumps and runs for cover.
Too late, he’s soaked. Andrew finds shelter underneath the oning of a nearby restaurant. Shivering, Andrew lights another cigarette.
Come on, Greg, where are you?
A black tinted Sedan pulls up some thirty feet where Andrew stands.
Andrew makes a mad dash toward the car. And opens the car passenger door.
’Bout time, dude. Do you have any idea how wet my feet are? Seriously, ma –
Andrew’s eyes widen, his mouth drops.
INT. BLACK SEDAN - CONTINUOUS
A MAN (30’s) aims a gun at a YOUNG WOMEN sitting in the passenger side, bound at the hands and feet by duct tape. Her mouth taped shut as well. Her face: Battered, bruised and bloody. The young women moans and struggles.
Andrew and the man lock eyes… Andrew looks over toward the women, and they lock eyes. Everyone freezes.
BANG!! Again, the sound of thunder booms… which jumpstarts Andrew into a frenzic run.
EXT. DOWNTOWN - CONTINUOUS
Andrew runs as fast as his legs will take him down the slick, wet streets.
The driver door of the Sedan swings open, and the chase commences.
The heavy rain gets heavier. The vicious wind howls. Panting, Andrew’s cold breath dissolves into the night sky.
Andrew still in full sprint doesn’t look back. Andrew hangs a left… The man follows.
Andrew hangs a right… The man follows.
Finally Andrew turns into a:
EXT. DARK ALLEY - CONTINUOUS
Andrew makes his way down the alley. It’s a dead-end. Franticly Andrew searches for an escape… something, anything.
The footsteps of the man get closer, louder.
A ladder! Andrew spots a steal rung ladder attached to the side of a building, leading to the roof.
KABOOM!!! Another crack of thunder.
Andrew quickly makes his way over to the ladder and begins to climb up.
Closer and closer to the roof Andrew climbs.
Raining harder now, than ever, Andrew slips and loses his footing on the slippery ladder. Andrew clutches on with both hands to keep him from falling. Andrew dangles tens of feet above the ground before he regains his footing.
A last, Andrew reaches the roof, just as the man turns into the alley.
EXT. BUILDING ROOFTOP - CONTINUOUS
Andrew crawls over to an airvent, way to small to fit through. Fustrated, Andrew stops, pauses… then vomits out of exhaustion.
Andrew sits there, in his pool of vomit, staring at the top of the ladder, as he waits.
CRACK!!! A big flash of light strikes Andrew in the chest.
Andrew lies there, unconcious and helpless.
INT. HOSPITAL - DAY
I actually took the beginning couple paragraphs from a pervious screenplay that I wrote, that you guys might’ve seen before. But anyway… let me know what you think.