the dark, swirling currents of the HUDSON RIVER shimmer with tiny pinpricks of MULTI-COLORED SPECS. Like a giant Lite Brite displaying a perfect, albeit upside down, rendition of: EXT. THE NEW YORK CITY SKYLINE - NIGHT Travel to the shore and across the MAJESTIC ISLAND. Past its ICONIC ARCHITECTURE. Soar out over the EAST RIVER-- Chyron: BROOKLYN NAVAL YARDS; 02:35 EST - as we PUSH: INT. WATERFRONT WAREHOUSE - NIGHT A MILITARY OPERATION is in full swing. HUMVEES and a COVERED M35 hover on the fringes of the vast space. At its center, an ENORMOUS STEEL KENNEL with FOUR INCH THICK WALLS. A TROOP OF BLACK-CLAD SOLDIERS (we'll call them ‘FooT’), ring the Kennel, obscuring our view of its contents. But whatever is in there, it’s doing its darnedest to get out - BASHING THE BARS AND WALLS WITH UNTETHERED RAGE. COLONEL SCHRADER (0.S.} The package was secured at 2300 hours. At the COMMAND HUMVEE, is COLONEL SCHRADER (late-30s, broad shoulders, grim visage). He's debriefing a superior, GENERAL DAVIES (508), visibly shaken by the contents of the Kennel. COLONEL SCHRADER (CONT'D) I've prepared for transport to Substation 16. We need to run immediate diagnostics. GENERAL DAVIES Substation 16...? That facility's been dark for twenty years. COLONEL SCHRADER We're putting it back on-line. Pending your authorization. GENERAL DAVIES (bristles) Which you assume I'm willing to grant.1/30/12 "The Blue Door" -- Appelbaum & Nemec 2 COLONEL SCHRADER It's the reason I started Project _ Aries. In the event this day would come. The General contemplates the implications, Schrader’s impatience grows... Turning to his right hand, LIEUTENANT COOPER (40s), a man wearing an unnecessary moustache: GENERAL DAVIES Get it done. Cooper nods. As Schrader’s men fall out, THE “PACKAGE” THRASHES. BANGING against ite cage witha chilling KA-CHUNK that reverberates through the warehouse. MATCH TO: INT. COMMUNITY HOCKEY RINK - NIGHT The hollow KA-CHUNK! of a HOCKEY PLAYER GETTING SAVAGELY _ BOARDED by the opposing team’s hit-man, RAY CATALDO (40s). Half the crowd (a couple dozen) let out a COLLECTIVE GROAN of sympathy pains, the others CHEER ON the violence. Chyron: NOAH FALLS, MICHIGAN; POPULATION 12,864 Cataldo sprints back into his defensive zone. He charges into the corner and LEVELS ANOTHER PLAYER, a CHEAP SHOT that sends the Player to the ice in a heap. ON THE BENCH: The COACH turns to CASEY JONES (18, twenty years younger than any other player). Casey, despite his ruggedness, still carries the vestiges of boyish charm. COACH Jones. You're in. ‘The Coach offers Casey a KNOWING NOD. Casey’s the team’s ENFORCER - he understands what the Coach is asking. And he’s happy to bring the punishment. Casey grabs his STICK and POPS IN HIS MOUTH PIECE before HOPPING the boards. Casey flies down the ice in a BLUR OF SPEED, though he's not following the play of the puck. Instead, CASEY ZEROES IN ON CATALDO, waiting for just the right moment, The puck alides Cataldo’s direction. and just as he gets a stick on it, CASEY PLOWS INTO CATALDO FULL FORCE. KRACK! A CLEAN BUT POWERFUL HIT THAT MAY HAVE KNOCKED A_FEV. OF CATALDO'S FILLINGS LOOSE. THE CROWD CHEERS! The puck skitters off-sides. The Whistle blows!1/30/12 "The Blue Door" -- Appelbaum & Nemec 3 Cataldo EYEFUCKS Casey as he picks himself up off the ice. But Casey doesn’t back down: CASEY what's wrong with you, Cataldo? Casey motions towards his BENCH where PHIL FARMER, (40s) is nursing a BADLY BLOODIED LIP: CASEY (CONT'D) Now Farmer's gotta get in front of his 4th grade class with a busted lip? For what? They line up for the FACE OFF-- CATALDO Go back to the Pee Wees, kid. This game is MEN only. Then, as REF drops the PUCK and Cataldo’s eyes tick down to follow it... CRACK! Casey ONE TIMES Cataldo with a POWER- HOUSE-UPPER-CUT. Cataldo’s head snaps back and his SKATES LIFT OFF THE ICE as he slams to the ice, flat on his back. Cataldo barks up through bloodied teeth, seething: CATALDO (CONT‘D) You little— CASEY simmer down, Ray. (strong) Take it like a man. But Casey’s victory moment is short lived-- WHOOOSH! CASEY'S WIPED AS HE'S BLIND-SIDED BY ONE OF CAT TEAM MATES! Casey scrapes with Cataldo’s team mate as THE BENCHES CLEAR and THE PANDEMONIUM OF A FULL ON HOCKEY BRAWL TAKES PURCHASE. at its center is Casey - holding his own... And as THE REF’S WHISTLE RINGS OUT IN A SUSTAINED ADMONISHMENT, we FADE TO: INT. ICE RINK - LOBBY - NIGHT Post game. Casey exits the LOCKER ROOM, wearing a FLANNEL SHIRT and CARHARTT JACKET, EQUIPMENT BAG slung over his shoulder. He stops at a VENDING MACHINE. A TEAMMATE (late- 40s) calls out to him—