What do you think of this as the first few scenes?
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FADE IN:
EXT. BELFAST, N. IRELAND HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
(DREAM SEQUENCE)
AN AMBULANCE ROARS UP, SIREN JANGLING. EVERYTHING MOVES WITH A STACCATO, ECHOING, SURREAL RHYTHM. The doors fly open and EMS TECHNICIANS burst out with the bloody body of a middle-aged CONSTABLE on a gurney. PSNI patrol cars (Police Service of Northern Ireland) follow.
DR. THOMAS MacGREGGOR (good-looking medical student) exits the hospital with a RESIDENT and CRASH CREW. The medical team surrounds the gurney as several PSNI CONSTABLES appear.
TECHNICIAN
(Irish accent)
Four gunfire wounds. Three chest, one neck. B-P’s one-seven-nine over six-two. Pulse, four-four. One saline. Two plasma. Crashed, en route.
RESIDENT
(Irish accent)
Curtain one, stat!
IRISH NURSE
We’ve somebody in there.
RESIDENT
Get them out! Call surgery for a consult.
Thomas puts his hand on the constable’s chest.
THOMAS
(Scottish accent)
Bullet fragment’s nicked his aorta. I got pressure on.
RESIDENT
No snap judgements, MacGreggor.
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Doors crash open before the speeding gurney, MOVEMENT STILL STACCATO; VOICES STILL ECHO. Thomas and his crew work hard. PATIENTS and PEOPLE line the hall. PSNI Constables appear from nowhere, casting hard glares at Thomas.
TECHNICIAN
G-C-S -- two-three-one.
THOMAS
Ready the cart! He’s off to code.
FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THEM! The LIGHTS FLARE TO GREENISH WHITE. The constable wakes and grabs Thomas, terrified.
CONSTABLE
(Irish accent)
Don’t let me die; I ain’t ready!
Thomas’ eyes jam closed.
EXT. BELFAST ALLEY - NIGHT
BLEAK, DIRTY, STACCATO IMAGES flash as a terrified YOUNG MAN races around a corner to find a dead end. Trapped, he turns and raises his open hands in surrender.
The same constable as on the gurney appears -- and SHOOTS HIM! Then coldly tosses a second pistol beside the body.
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Thomas wipes his face, smears blood over his eyes.
THOMAS
Bloody bastard...
The Resident glances at him. They roll into a trauma room. Shift the constable to a table and get to work. The uniform is shredded off, equipment is attached, and blood flies everywhere.
FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE CRASH CREW. No one notices. The constable’s chest cracks open to show his heart beating.
Thomas jumps back. The flames are gone, the constable’s chest is closed.
The crash crew ignores him. The Resident pumps the constable’s chest.
THOMAS (CONT’D)
Stop! Bullet fragment! By...by left atrium!
RESIDENT
He’s in arrest!
THOMAS
You’re slicing his heart open!
Thomas shoves him aside and cuts the man’s chest open...and FLAMES EXPLODE FROM THE MAN’S TORSO. Smoke fills the room.
EXT. SOUTH BELFAST STREET - NIGHT
COLD and DESOLATE as the constable rapes a WOMAN behind a dumpster. She fights him. He slaps her and tears at her breasts. She gets his pistol, kicks him back and SHOOTS HIM.
His PARTNER bolts from a patrol car and shoots her!
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Thomas hesitates as FLAMES ENVELOPE THE CONSTABLE.
CONSTABLE
No! Please! Gimme another chance! I’ll make amends. I swear it!
The crash crew keeps working like nothing off is happening.
RESIDENT
Doctor MacGreggor!? Doctor -- !?
SILENCE surrounds Thomas. Everything shifts to SLO-MO.
The constable appears before him, clean, no longer injured, his uniform in perfect condition.
CONSTABLE
Please -- no -- no -- NO!
HE EXPLODES INTO FLAMES AND SCREAMS!
INT. THOMAS’ APARTMENT - DAWN
Thomas bolts awake. He lies on a couch in an under-furnished room. Medical textbooks mingle with the mess of a too-busy bachelor. A crucifix hangs around his neck. He shivers, but not from cold.
He finally rises, swallows some aspirin, dry, and goes to a window, still shaking.
It looks across Thornden Park to the huge SUNY University Medical complex. Just beyond is the cold, hard skyline of downtown SYRACUSE, NY, deceptively calm. A nasty taste fills his mouth, so he grabs a bag of Skittles from a table and munches on some. They soothe him.
DISTANT SIRENS jolt him and MINGLE WITH THE JANGLING SIRENS of the Northern Ireland Ambulance.
THOMAS
No’ again. Please. No’ here.
He hides his face; the SIRENS GROW IN INTENSITY.
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FADE IN:
EXT. BELFAST, N. IRELAND HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
(DREAM SEQUENCE)
AN AMBULANCE ROARS UP, SIREN JANGLING. EVERYTHING MOVES WITH A STACCATO, ECHOING, SURREAL RHYTHM. The doors fly open and EMS TECHNICIANS burst out with the bloody body of a middle-aged CONSTABLE on a gurney. PSNI patrol cars (Police Service of Northern Ireland) follow.
DR. THOMAS MacGREGGOR (good-looking medical student) exits the hospital with a RESIDENT and CRASH CREW. The medical team surrounds the gurney as several PSNI CONSTABLES appear.
TECHNICIAN
(Irish accent)
Four gunfire wounds. Three chest, one neck. B-P’s one-seven-nine over six-two. Pulse, four-four. One saline. Two plasma. Crashed, en route.
RESIDENT
(Irish accent)
Curtain one, stat!
IRISH NURSE
We’ve somebody in there.
RESIDENT
Get them out! Call surgery for a consult.
Thomas puts his hand on the constable’s chest.
THOMAS
(Scottish accent)
Bullet fragment’s nicked his aorta. I got pressure on.
RESIDENT
No snap judgements, MacGreggor.
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Doors crash open before the speeding gurney, MOVEMENT STILL STACCATO; VOICES STILL ECHO. Thomas and his crew work hard. PATIENTS and PEOPLE line the hall. PSNI Constables appear from nowhere, casting hard glares at Thomas.
TECHNICIAN
G-C-S -- two-three-one.
THOMAS
Ready the cart! He’s off to code.
FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THEM! The LIGHTS FLARE TO GREENISH WHITE. The constable wakes and grabs Thomas, terrified.
CONSTABLE
(Irish accent)
Don’t let me die; I ain’t ready!
Thomas’ eyes jam closed.
EXT. BELFAST ALLEY - NIGHT
BLEAK, DIRTY, STACCATO IMAGES flash as a terrified YOUNG MAN races around a corner to find a dead end. Trapped, he turns and raises his open hands in surrender.
The same constable as on the gurney appears -- and SHOOTS HIM! Then coldly tosses a second pistol beside the body.
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Thomas wipes his face, smears blood over his eyes.
THOMAS
Bloody bastard...
The Resident glances at him. They roll into a trauma room. Shift the constable to a table and get to work. The uniform is shredded off, equipment is attached, and blood flies everywhere.
FLAMES EXPLODE AROUND THE CRASH CREW. No one notices. The constable’s chest cracks open to show his heart beating.
Thomas jumps back. The flames are gone, the constable’s chest is closed.
The crash crew ignores him. The Resident pumps the constable’s chest.
THOMAS (CONT’D)
Stop! Bullet fragment! By...by left atrium!
RESIDENT
He’s in arrest!
THOMAS
You’re slicing his heart open!
Thomas shoves him aside and cuts the man’s chest open...and FLAMES EXPLODE FROM THE MAN’S TORSO. Smoke fills the room.
EXT. SOUTH BELFAST STREET - NIGHT
COLD and DESOLATE as the constable rapes a WOMAN behind a dumpster. She fights him. He slaps her and tears at her breasts. She gets his pistol, kicks him back and SHOOTS HIM.
His PARTNER bolts from a patrol car and shoots her!
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Thomas hesitates as FLAMES ENVELOPE THE CONSTABLE.
CONSTABLE
No! Please! Gimme another chance! I’ll make amends. I swear it!
The crash crew keeps working like nothing off is happening.
RESIDENT
Doctor MacGreggor!? Doctor -- !?
SILENCE surrounds Thomas. Everything shifts to SLO-MO.
The constable appears before him, clean, no longer injured, his uniform in perfect condition.
CONSTABLE
Please -- no -- no -- NO!
HE EXPLODES INTO FLAMES AND SCREAMS!
INT. THOMAS’ APARTMENT - DAWN
Thomas bolts awake. He lies on a couch in an under-furnished room. Medical textbooks mingle with the mess of a too-busy bachelor. A crucifix hangs around his neck. He shivers, but not from cold.
He finally rises, swallows some aspirin, dry, and goes to a window, still shaking.
It looks across Thornden Park to the huge SUNY University Medical complex. Just beyond is the cold, hard skyline of downtown SYRACUSE, NY, deceptively calm. A nasty taste fills his mouth, so he grabs a bag of Skittles from a table and munches on some. They soothe him.
DISTANT SIRENS jolt him and MINGLE WITH THE JANGLING SIRENS of the Northern Ireland Ambulance.
THOMAS
No’ again. Please. No’ here.
He hides his face; the SIRENS GROW IN INTENSITY.
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