When his government back-up becomes entangled in a bureaucratic web, an undercover agent must work alone to sabotage a terrorist cell from the inside. Four page sequence (full script available upon request).

1. Quagmire (Sample)
By
Justin O’Hanley

2. INT. LECTURE THEATRE
A man sits tied to a chair, gag in his mouth, looking
terrified.
A tall, slightly doughy man in his early 40s is circling the
gagged man, very deliberately. IAN GISSING.
IAN
Red Dashiki? I confess myself...
disappointed.
His tone is low, frightening. Standing nearby, watching
coolly, is a baby faced man, early 20s. WENDELL.
The three of are on an elevated platform, at the front of a
relatively small auditorium.
In the first row of seats, five minions (3 men, 2 women)
look on.
IAN
Money laundering? Embezzlement? We
may be terrorists for hire, Red,
but that doesn’t mean we don’t have
our principles. And if we were able
to pick up the scent of the money
trail you’ve left, the Organization
very well could have too. You’ve
endangered our operations, Red.
As Ian walks behind Red, a syringe appears in his hand.
IAN
That’s not to say we haven’t valued
your contributions these past two
years. Your technical expertise has
been virtually unmatched. The
jamming device you’ve just
perfected is going to be
particularly useful in today’s
operation.
With that, he jams the syringe into the back of Red’s neck.
The man gasps through his gag.
IAN
But regrettably, this is an
operation you won’t be taking part
in.
Red’s eyes droop. A door opens, and Sam and Naomi enter.

3. 2.
NAOMI
Sorry we’re late, Ian. What did we
miss?
IAN
A demonstration of the cost of
betrayal, Naomi. But don’t worry,
the show has yet to begin.
Sam and Naomi take their seats among the minions.
IAN
Wendell? I want you to explain to
Mr. Dashiki, in nauseating detail,
the specifics of his impending,
untimely, demise.
Wendell pulls a cue card from his pocket.
WENDELL
Ok, boss.
(reading)
"You have been just been injected
with the Betatrax Agent, a newly
perfected strain of biological
warfare. The agent will immediately
set to work attacking your central
nervous system. Disorientation will
set in. Blood will start flowing
from every orifice. You will
experience loss of bodily
functions. You will become highly
contagious after an incubation
period of about five minutes. Blood
flow to your brain will eventually
be..."
IAN
...Wendell?
WENDELL
"...cut off, leading to a swift,
painful death." Yes, boss?
IAN
Go back a bit. Did you say
"contagious?"
WENDELL
Contagious? Let’s see.
(he scans the card)
Uuuuh, yes, yes I did. Why do you
ask?

4. 3.
The rest of the minions start to fidget uneasily.
IAN
Wendell? You didn’t tell me the
Betatrax Agent was contagious.
WENDELL
No, but why does that...
Horror slowly dawns on him. He looks over at Red.
WENDELL
Oh. Oh, you should not have given
him that.
IAN
Holy hell. Wendell, I told you I
was going to inject Red in front of
everyone. We spent the entire
morning writing my speech! How
couldn’t you tell me that he would
become contagious?
Blood starts dripping out of Red’s nose. He looks sickly.
NAOMI
Ian!
Ian turns around and reels at Red’s deteriorating state.
IAN
OH my God.
NAOMI
Shoot him, Ian! Quick!
IAN
Shoot him? That’s not as evil as
what I was going for...
Shouting breaks out amongst the minions.
NAOMI
KILL HIM! NOW!
Ian’s "evil" demeanor has been replaced by panic.
IAN
Ok, ok, you’re right, never mind.
You know what? You’re right. I’m
just gonna shoot him.
He draws a handgun.

5. 4.
IAN
I mean, it’s not the diabolical
execution I had hoped for, but I
guess I don’t have a choice. It’s
all the same end result anyway.
This day and age, you don’t do
anything elaborate, you don’t give
speeches, you just shoot people,
right?
He empties FIVE bullets directly into Red’s chest.
IAN (CONT’D)
There now, you see? He’s dead. He
doesn’t care if he was poisoned or
shot, he’s just dead. This whole
injection thing was kind of self
serving, come to think of it, I was
just trying to make myself look
villainous. But I don’t need to do
that, I know I’m villainous, I’m
not that insecure. Wendell, you
think I’m villainous, right?
WENDELL
I think you’re very villainous,
boss.
IAN
And you guys think I’m villainous
too?
Ian carelessly gestures at his minions with his gun, causing
them all to bristle in their seats.
MINIONS
Oh sure, yeah, we absolutely do
boss, etc.
IAN
Well, that’s super.
He pulls an inhaler from his pocket and takes a puff.
IAN
Ok then, onto other business.