CIA MAN:
(CIA STANDS IN FRONT OF A LARGE STATIONARY AIRCRAFT
WITH HIS FINGERS RESTING IN HIS BELT LOOPS)

Dr. Pavel, I'm CIA.
*Dr. Pavel nods, nervous. CIA Man hands the Driver a
briefcase.*



DRIVER:
He wasn't alone.
*CIA Man, confused, spots the Hooded Men. He turns to Dr.
Pavel.*



CIA MAN:
You don't get to bring friends.

DR. PAVEL

(SHAKEN)
They are not my friends.

DRIVER:
Don't worry, no charge for them.

CIA MAN:
And why would I want them?
(Confused grin)

DRIVER:
They were trying to grab your
prize. (Smiles.) They work for the
mercenary. The masketta man.



CIA MAN:

(EXCITED)
Bane?
*The Driver nods. CIA Man turns to his Special Forces Men.*



CIA MAN:
Get 'em on board - I'll call it in.





EXT. SKIES OVER MOUNTAIN RANGE - DAY
INTENSE ACTION MUSIC BEGINS

*The commuter plane struggles over snow-capped mountains.*



INT. MAIN CABIN, COMMUTER PLANE - CONTINUOUS



*The three Hooded Men kneel by the cargo door, handcuffed.
CIA Man grabs Hooded Man 1.*

CIA MAN:
What are you doing in the middle of
my operation?



*Hooded Man 1 says nothing. CIA Man pulls out a handgun.*

The flight plan I just filed with
the Agency lists me, my men, and
Dr. Pavel here. But only one - of
you.
*CIA Man opens the cargo door. Special Forces hang Hooded Man
1 out into the howling wind - CIA Man shouts above the wind.*



CIA MAN:

FIRST ONE TO TALK GETS TO STAY ON
MY AIRCRAFT! (♥♥♥♥♥ weapon.)
(Enacts a squatting movement whilst awkwardly shaking gun)

SO....WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB DR. PAVEL?!


*Nothing.*
*CIA Man fires out the open door and the Special
Forces yank Hooded Man 1 back in, clubbing him quiet.*

CIA MAN:

HE DIDN'T FLY SO GOOD!
WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?!


*The Soldiers grab Hooded Man 2, hang him out the door.*

CIA MAN:

TELL ME ABOUT BANE! WHY DOES HE WEAR THE MASK?!


*The prisoner says nothing. CIA Man presses the gun to the
man's hood - he ♥♥♥♥♥ the gun...nothing.*

CIA MAN:

LOT OF LOYALTY FOR A HIRED GUN!



THIRD PRISONER (O.S.):
Or he's wondering why someone would
shoot a man before throwing him out
of a plane.


*CIA Man turns to the Third Prisoner. Shuts the cargo door.*

CIA MAN:
Wiseguy, huh? At least you can
talk. Who are you?



THIRD PRISONER:
We are nothing. We are the dirt
beneath your feet. And no one cared
who I was until I put on the
mask...


*CIA Man, wary, approaches the Third Prisoner - pulls off his
hood, revealing a dark mask with a breathing apparatus. The
eyes behind it are cold. Still. This is Bane.




BANE:
Who we are does not matter. What
matters is our plan.

CIA MAN:

(FASCINATED)
If I pull this off, will you die?

BANE:
It would be extremely painful.
(Odd groan)



CIA MAN:
You're a big guy - (Odd pause)

BANE:
For you.

CUE LAUGHTRACK