INT. IRAQCO WAREHOUSE – 48 HOURS LATER
[Saddam Hussein, CEO of IraqCo, stands at the head of a long table where his lackeys sit in terrified obedience. He toys idly with an AK-47. Around him, the warehouse is filled with crates with labels like "POISON GAS" and "PLAGUE" and "HERPES."]
SADDAM: Gentlemen, the time has come to take action. As you know, IraqCo. has once again turned record profits. But I will not be satisfied until the entire city is bent to my will.
LACKEY #1: The first step would be to get rid of Police Captain George Bush.
[Saddam whirls and fires, riddling Lackey #1 with round after round of machine gun fire. Growling, he grabs a can of petrol, douses the lackey, and sets him on fire. He grabs a crowbar and beats him as he burns, garrotes him with a piano wire, and detonates a bomb under his chair. He turns to a complicated panel of screens and buttons behind him, summons up a screen that reads "Lackey #1's Family" and shows a woman and two children sitting at a kitchen table. He hits a button labeled "Destroy" and a his men watch in horror as a herd of gigantic radioactive camels stampede through the kitchen, obliterating the family. Saddam laughs maniacally, controls himself, straightens his hair, and turns back to the table.]
SADDAM: I advised you not to mention that name. Still, our late friend brought up a good point. Captain Bush must be destroyed. And gentlemen, I have a plan…
[His voice fades as we pan up to reveal a shadowy figure in the rafters - it's Bush!]
BUSH (quietly): Keep talking, Sad-man.
VOICE (in an urgent whisper): George!
[Tumbling through a high window, a little out of control, we see young Officer Blair. Expertly, Bush catches him just before he falls to the floor below.]
BUSH: Goddammit, Tony! I told you not to come. This is my war. You could lose your job. Or worse.
BLAIR (with boyish esprit de corps): Nobody lives forever, eh wot? If you want to do this without me, well, you'll just have to fight ME, too, you will.
[Despite himself, a grim, manly smile crosses Bush's face.]
BUSH: All right, it's too late to send you back. Just stick close to me, and stay alertified…
[Stealthily, Blair behind him, Bush starts to inch along the rafter...]
-TO BE CONTINUED-