PAGE ONE – 6 PANELS.
Wide panel. Int. A dockland warehouse at night. Rain lashes past the open windows as lightning breaks across the black canvas of the evening sky.
A group of four gang members in dockworker gear carry a huge and ornate chest. A fifth member, the LEADER stands by screaming orders at them as he smokes a large, fat cigar.
Hurry up you worthless weasels. We ain’t got all night to load this up.
THE SHADOW (O/P):
Actually chaps I’d rather you placed that beautiful chest on the ground.
Page wide. Reveal shot of the SHADOW. He stands on a steel beam that runs across the warehouse roof. His balance is perfect, his coat and scarf blow in the strong night breeze. His arms rest crossed over his chest, his hands inside his coat holding onto the handles of his pistols, ready to draw them if needs be.
That chest neither belongs to you nor your employers. Now you know who I am and what it is I can do. I give you all the chance to see the sun rise.
Cut to the four gang members as they bend over to put the chest on the floor.
The four-gang members file out past the shocked leader, who stands wide eyed and mouth a gasp holding his still lit cigar in hand.
Sods this. That’s the bloody shadow.
Close up on the gang leader who simply shrugs.
Ya know what take the blasted chest. They don’t pay me enough to deal with this.
Close up on the shadow.
Well that’s a turn up for the books.