GAMER



Written by

Mark Neveldine & Brian Taylor





September 2007




Some of them want to use you
Some of them want to get used by you
Some of them want to abuse you
Some of them want to be abused

- Eurythmics




Some years from this exact moment...

1 INT. TRAIN - DAY 1

DARKNESS - NOW

The beautiful CHIMING SOUNDS OF SPACE TRAVEL through the
COSMOS... DOTS OF LIGHT whiz past our face.

They could be stars at lightspeed, or... SUBWAY LIGHTS
FLICKER ON - in a flash we see PALE, SULLEN FACES, riding
into a bleak future, and hear the INDUSTRIAL CLATTER. It's
dark, claustrophobic, obscure... the rhythmic beat of track
and wheel-clicks engulf us. The lights flicker back on and
hold as we see a half dozen SOLDIERS in BROWN CAMO, steel-
eyed, prepared for whatever may be at the end of the TUNNEL.

ZERO IN on TWO:
KABLE, 30-something, roughneck... focused, determined; eyes
burning with internalized emotion...

... and SANDRA, late 20s, undeniably hot but tough as hell -
both are in shackles & cuffs, being roughly transported
through underground tunnels, knocked and shoved around.

Uniformed GUARDS roam the train, looking pissed off - their
swagger seems to mask FEAR.

KABLE is meditating, or exhausted - hard to tell. The GIRL
makes eye contact w/ him.

SANDRA
Sandra.

KABLE says nothing, just stares at her, stoic.

SANDRA (cont'd)
My name is Sandra.

GUARD
Shut the fuck up.

Because he can, the GUARD takes a swing at KABLE'S head with
a BILLY CLUB... CRACK!

(CONTINUED)

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KABLE'S skull snaps back into the window. The GUARD swings
again, this time nailing KABLE square in the stomach.

SANDRA
(to the GUARD, a snarl)
Putcher dick away...

GUARD
Get some.

CRACKK!! CRACK!! CRACKK!! ... CRACK!! SANDRA is buckled
over, awkwardly, hands behind her back tethered to the seat,
head dripping blood. KABLE jerks against his restraints,
every inch of him wanting to RIP THE MOTHERFUCKER APART...
He uses his elbow to help her back up, but SANDRA fights
through it, sits back up and spits blood - she can handle
herself.

The CAMERA holds TIGHT on KABLE and SANDRA... KABLE lets a
glob of blood dangle from his mouth, biting his lip, bearing
it... we hear the CRUNCHING SOUND of the CLUB working on the
others... and the METALLIC RUMBLE and CLATTER of the TRAIN -
growing louder, POUNDING, slamming into our brains, blotting
out all thought... until...

2 INT. TUNNEL #1 - DAY 2

POV: we are RUNNING, ragged, full sprint, down a TUNNEL
towards dirty white DAYLIGHT...

NO MUSIC - just heavy breath, KABLE'S HEARTBEAT and the sound
of his boots bouncing off the concrete...

Others are running with us - SOLDIERS with weapons... at the
tunnel's end: vaguely defined shapes of buildings, smoke,
sky...

Our POV WHITES OUT as we...

3 EXT. SPAWN POINT #1 - CONTINUOUS 3

... smash into the DAYLIGHT.

Smoke plumes hang from a recent skirmish. KABLE climbs over
burning debris, gun raised, as SANDRA and the other soldiers
disappear into the grey mist.

4 EXT. SLAYERS BATTLEGROUND #1 4

KABLE emerges from the smoke into...




(CONTINUED)

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