Here's the opening...
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FADE IN:
EXT. BELFAST, N. IRELAND HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
An ambulance roars up, siren jangling. The doors fly open and EMS TECHNICIANS burst out with the bloody body of a WOUNDED CONSTABLE on a gurney.
PSNI patrol cars (Police Service of Northern Ireland) follow.
DR. MATTHEW THOMAS MacGREGGOR (good-looking medical intern) exits the hospital with a RESIDENT and CRASH CREW. They surround the gurney as several PSNI CONSTABLES rush up.
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.
CONSTABLE ONE
(Irish accent)
Name's Campbell!
CONSTABLE TWO
(Irish accent)
Charlie Campbell!
CONSTABLE ONE
A good man!
Matt waves them off as they approach the entrance.
MATT
(Scottish accent)
Station one, stat!
IRISH NURSE
We've somebody in there.
MATT
Get them out!
RESIDENT
(Irish accent)
Call surgery for a consult.
Matt's hand rests on the constable's chest.
MATT
Bullet fragment's nicked his aorta. I got pressure on.
RESIDENT
No snap judgements, MacGreggor.
MATT
No, I can feel it, sir! You crack his chest, you'll see it.
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Doors crash open before the speeding gurney. PATIENTS and NURSES scatter. CONSTABLES follow the gurney in.
TECHNICIAN
G-C-S -- two-three-one.
MATT
He's coding.
He tears open the man's shirt and --
FLAMES EXPLODE EVERYWHERE! LIGHTS FLARE TO A HELLISH GREEN.
The wounded constable bolts awake and grabs at Matthew, terrified.
WOUNDED CONSTABLE
(Irish accent)
Don't let me die; I ain't ready!
Matthew's eyes jam closed and
EXT. SOUTH BELFAST STREET - NIGHT
Cold and desolate as the wounded constable rapes a WOMAN behind a dumpster. She fights him. Tears nails into his cheek.
WOUNDED CONSTABLE
Fuckin' Taig cunt!
He slaps her and tears at her breasts. Starts in on her.
She gets his pistol. SHOOTS HIM IN THE NECK. Shoves him back and SHOOTS HIM THREE MORE TIMES.
His PARTNER bolts from a patrol car and shoots her!
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Matthew wipes his face. Smears blood over his eyes. The flames are gone. The wounded constable unconscious, again.
MATT
Bloody bastard...
Constable Two hears him, growls.
The Resident glances between them as they roll into
A TRAUMA ROOM
They shift the constable to a table. The uniform gets shredded. Equipment is attached. Blood flies everywhere. Monitors show his heart beating then stopping then beating then...
FLAMES EXPLODE around the crash crew. No one notices.
They crack the wounded constable's chest open. His heart beats and bleeds. The Resident massages his chest.
Matthew jumps in.
MATT
Stop! Bullet fragment! By...by left atrium!
RESIDENT
He's in arrest!
MATT
You're slicing his heart open!
Matthew shoves him aside and dives his hands into the man's open chest and
FLAMES EXPLODE FROM THE MAN'S TORSO. SMOKE FILLS THE ROOM.
EXT. BELFAST ALLEY - NIGHT
Bleak. Dirty shadows and cuts of light. A terrified YOUNG MAN races around a corner to a dead end. Trapped, he turns and raises his open hands in surrender.
The wounded constable appears, unhurt -- and SHOOTS HIM! Kills him. Tosses a second pistol beside the body.
INT. BELFAST HOSPITAL A/E CENTER - NIGHT
Matthew growls but forces himself to keep working on the man's heart as
FLAMES ENVELOP THEM BOTH!
The man's hands grasp at Matthew, his voice a howl of pain.
WOUNDED CONSTABLE
No! Please! Gimme another chance! I'll make amends.
I swear!
Matthew whimpers, also in pain.
MATT
I'm trying! I'm trying!
WOUNDED CONSTABLE
You're lettin' me go! You fuckin' bastard, you're lettin' me die!
MATT
No, I'm not...I'm trying!
The crash crew casts him quick glances but keeps working.
RESIDENT
Doctor MacGreggor!? Doctor!?
THE ROOM GOES DARK. SILENCE FILLS THE SHADOWS.
Matthew rises to stand upright before the now-empty table, his hands dripping blood.
The constable faces him from the other side, no longer injured, his uniform in perfect condition.
The woman who was being raped appears from the shadows, to his left, followed by the young man he murdered.
The man sees them, terrified. Backs away.
WOUNDED CONSTABLE
No, no. Please! I'll make amends! I swear it!
The young man strikes a match. It fires beautifully. He hands it to her.
WOUNDED CONSTABLE
No, no, I'm not ready. Please -- no -- no -- NO!
She flicks the match onto his uniform.
HE SCREAMS AND EXPLODES INTO FLAMES...and vanishes...
The smoke and fire are gone. The shadows disappear.
The trauma room is back to normal.
Matthew stands there, his hands covered in blood, the body of the constable on the table. The room is silent.
RESIDENT
Time of death, twenty-three-fourteen.
MATT
...No...no...twenty-three-sixteen...
The resident glares at him. Everyone else in the crash crew looks at him as if he is a ghost.
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