FADE IN:
EXT. SKY -- AFTERNOON
A flock of Canadian geese fly in a V formation past a late afternoon sun. Their cries herald their approach.
PILOT (V.O.)
Tower this is Air force one. Flight VIP Ottawa to Washington.
TOWER (V.O.)
Air Force one this is Andrew's Tower. We confirm you are on final approach at 5,000 AGL. Alter course 37 Degrees west.
One 'goose' turns and heads in a different direction and is now recognizable as a distant Boeing 314 Clipper Sea Plane.
INT. AIR FORCE ONE COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The pilot hands ease the steering column into a level position.
PILOT (V.O.)
Roger tower. ETA 15 minutes, water condition please.
EXT. AIR FORCE ONE -- CONTINUOUS
The Yankee Clipper's four propeller engines roar powerfully as it flies high over the ocean heading towards the Air Force base in the distance. 
INT. AIR FORCE ONE LOUNGE-- CONTINUOUS
PRESIDENT STEVEN VAN STEYN mid forties, reads a newspaper, SECRETARY OF STATE, DAVE JONES approaches. 
DAVE JONES
We'll be landing in a few minutes Mr President. 
The President taps an article as he puts it down on a table next to him. 
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
What do you make of this?
The President straps himself in. Dave sits next to him and glances at the article while also tightening his seat belt. 
There's a picture of a man holding a baby chimpanzee, the caption: "Chimpanzee Clancy's Clyde's Clone"
DAVE JONES
Makes one wonder what's next.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Exactly. 
DAVE JONES
One would wonder why anyone would want to duplicate anything?
INT. AIR FORCE ONE COCKPIT -- MOMENTS LATER
The Pilot checks the gauges. 
He eases the controls forward.
EXT. ANDREW'S AIR FORCE BASE MD -- MOMENTS LATER
The Clipper skims the water before it splashes down majestically on the lake.
INT. AIR FORCE ONE COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The pilot pulls back on the joystick. 
Throttles back and switches off the controls in sequence.
PILOT
Secure the line Bill. 
EXT. PRESIDENTS LIMO -- LATER
JOHN COLE, the Presidents chauffeur, is a well-built man in his early thirties He holds the door open. The President gets in.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Thanks John. How's the wife?
JOHN
Very well thank you Sir.
John closes the door and gets in himself.  
The motorcade drives off headed by a motorcycle escort.
INT. PRESIDENTS LIMO -- CONTINUOUS
The President taps his fingers nervously. Dave smiles.
DAVE JONES
She's in good hands Mister President.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Even the President of the most powerful country in the world is susceptible to first child jitters.  By the way... 
EXT. ST.MARY'S HOSPITAL -- MOMENTS LATER
The limo drives up to the entrance. A few medical staff wait at the entrance. 
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (V.O.)
...I want you to follow up on that article about cloning.  It's time to establish some legislation before something crazy happens.
The limo pulls up to the front of St.Marys' Hospital. 
Agents hurry to open the door for The President. He alights  and hurries into the building. Dave follows.
INT. ST. MARYS' HOSPITAL CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
Doctors, nurses and security scurry around as the President walks determinedly down the corridor  
He enters a private ward. 
John's wife, SHARON COLE, a nurse, watches discreetly.
INT. PRIVATE WARD -- CONTINUOUS
A very pregnant LEANNE VAN STEYN lies in bed hooked up to monitoring equipment. She smiles as her husband enters. 
He kisses her and holds her hand.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
You okay?
Leanne smiles and nods.
LEANNE VAN STEYN
How's the trip?
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
As good as can be expected. Mackenzie sends his regards.
He pats his wife's enlarged midriff.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Thanks for the excuse to come home early. 
She smiles then yelps as a massive contraction hits. 
A DOCTOR measures the contractions on a paper tape.
DOCTOR
It's almost due Mr. President. Will you be staying?
EXT. PRIVATE WARD -- LATER
Dave and two agents wait near the door to the ward. A baby cries. They all look to the door and move closer.
They stand aside as a MIDWIFE comes out of the room carrying a CONTAINER. 
Sharon, wearing LATEX GLOVES, takes it from her.
SHARON
What is it?
MIDWIFE
7 pound, 2 ounce baby boy. 
She smiles and moves away down the corridor to a medical refrigerator. 
Hidden from view, Sharon uses a SCALPEL to cut off a sample of the placenta. She places it into a small PLASTIC CONTAINER. 
She glances at the agents who are  talking amongst themselves trying to get a glimpse into the room. 
She hides the container nonchalantly in her tunic pocket 
Sharon places the remainder of the placenta into the refrigerator. She goes to the desk picks up a phone and dials.
SHARON
(secretly)
I've got it!.. A Boy!
INT. MEDICAL LABORATORY -- CONTINUOUS
Cages with numerous small animals and primates line the laboratory. Doctor CLIVE JACOBS, a tall, wryly man in his early fifties, is on the phone.
STACY REYNOLDS is an attractive woman in her late twenties. She holds a baby chimpanzee outside a cage. The mother watches with maternal concern. 
STACY
What's it like to be the first clone in the world? Hey Clancy?
She opens the cage and hands the chimp back to its mother. 
CLIVE JACOBS
That was Sharon. Ready to be a mother?
Stacy yelps with excitement and does a little dance. 
Clive smiles.
EXT. PRIVATE WARD -- CONTINUOUS
Sharon replaces the phone and approaches the midwife. She looks at her watch.
SHARON
Shirley I was wondering?
The midwife looks at her watch.
MIDWIFE
Of course. Go home. Hopefully tomorrow will be quieter.
EXT. MEDICAL LABORATORY -- LATER
The Laboratory is situated in an alley. Sharon drives up and parks. She gets out and locks the car.
INT. MEDICAL LABORATORY -- MOMENTS LATER
Sharon opens the door and enters the front room and pauses at a mirror. 
Her eyes are red. She sniffs and heads to the back.
She dumps the container into Clive's hand. 
He lifts it to eye level. He gazes at the small tissue sample. 
He goes to a bank of equipment to prepare for the procedure.
Clive drops some liquid from a dropper onto a series of samples from the placenta.
He adds another liquid and is surprised at the blood test results which show a rare blood type. He calls.
CLIVE JACOBS
Stacy! We’re ready.
Sharon moves closer to Clive and whispers angrily.
SHARON
Remember, the next one is MINE!
CLIVE JACOBS
Thank you Sharon, I haven't forgotten.
Stacy enters the room, her broad, nervous smile fades. 
Sharon's expression oozes jealousy. 
Clive snaps his surgical gloves on, causing Sharon to break eye contact. 
Stacy climbs onto the delivery table and places her legs into the stirrups.
CLIVE JACOBS (CONT'D)
And history is about to be made. 
Clive transfers the egg to a  piece of equipment with an electronic microscope. 
He looks into an eyepiece.
DIGITAL OPTIC VIEW -- CONTINUOUS
The outer skin of the egg is broken as a DNA sample from the stolen placenta is injected.
INT. LABORATORY -- MOMENTS LATER
Clive stands after returning the egg and pulls off his gloves. 
He helps Stacy lower her legs while Sharon silently cleans up. 
CLIVE JACOBS
How do you feel?
STACY
I'd prefer a little romance before getting pregnant, but hey, it's the frivolous fifties!
Stacy watches Sharon cleaning up at the workbench.  
STACY (CONT'D)
Sharon. You don't know how much this means to me.
Sharon looks at Stacy and slightly nods her head then continues cleaning. 
Clive comes over and takes Sharon by the arm and leads her to Stacy.
CLIVE JACOBS
It's been an emotional day for all of us. Let's celebrate. My treat.
Sharon shrugs herself away from them.
SHARON
I'd rather not.  You two go ahead. 
Sharon picks up her purse and leaves. 
Clive and Stacy watch her go.
CLIVE JACOBS
Looks like it's just you and me!
Stacy smiles and pats her stomach.
STACY
And Devon.
CLIVE JACOBS
Devon? What if it's a girl?
STACY
Oh it's a boy!
EXT. SHARON'S HOUSE -- NIGHT
Sharon pulls into her garage, gets out the car and closes the electronic door.
INT. SHARON'S HOUSE LIVING ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
John has his slippered feet on the coffee table. The News is on television.
TELEVISION ANCHOR
..and both the first lady and son are doing well. Letters of congratulations... 
Sharon enters and he turns the sound down with the remote.
JOHN
Hi hon! How's the big day? 
Sharon hangs up her coat and goes through to the bedroom. 
INT. SHARON'S HOUSE BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
JOHN (O.S.)
What's up? Is everything okay?
Sharon flops onto the bed.  John enters and sits next to her. 
She looks wearily at him.  She gets up and goes through to the kitchen. John follows.
INT. SHARON'S HOUSE KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS
JOHN (O.S.)
Hey, stop a while. What happened?
Sharon roughly slops a cider into a glass.  
SHARON
Nothing. 
John hugs his wife from behind.
JOHN
We can call the agency again first thing Monday.
Sharon turns around to look him in the eyes.
SHARON
I know someone who can help.  We might not have to adopt.
John searches her eyes for an explanation.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- MORNING
The building stands out against the green grass.
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
President Van Steyn gazes out the window. There is a knock on the door. He turns.
Dave enters.
DAVE JONES
Good morning Sir,
The President smiles as he puts on his jacket.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Isn't it just?  Or maybe it's something to do with being a father!
DAVE JONES
Probably both.  
He indicates that they should leave. 
DAVE JONES (CONT'D)
Should we? The press is eager to hear from the new father!
INT. WHITE HOUSE CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
They walk briskly to the Press room.
DAVE JONES
I've requested the FBI investigate the cloning.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Good.
DAVE JONES
As yet we don't have an official policy on this practice.
The President stops and turns to him.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
So anyone with a little knowledge can clone anything they want? Even humans?
He continues walking but with a more determined step.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
I want a policy formulated and a rough draft on my desk by the end of the week.
They turn into the Pressroom.
INT. PRESSROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The room is filled with journalists who applaud as he enters.  He bows in good humor as he heads to the podium.  
He raises his hands for silence.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Good morning Ladies and Gentlemen. Who's first?
EXT. MEDICAL LABORATORY -- MORNING
Stacy exits her car and heads to the laboratory.
INT. MEDICAL LABORATORY FRONT ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
A THUMP and a SCREAM emanates from the back of the laboratory. Stacy stops and listens. 
There is another sound of a scuffle. Sharon's voice is raised. Stacy opens the door slowly and peaks in.
INT. MEDICAL LABORATORY BACK ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
A tearful Sharon is against the wall.  John's fist is raised above a bloodied Clive who is bent over a table with his arms raised to defend his face.
STACY
Hey! What are you doing? Sharon?
John sees her and lowers his arm. He Shoves Clive. 
JOHN
(accusingly)
Have you no shame?
Sharon comes forward and grabs his arm.
SHARON
No John!  Leave her alone.
STACY
What's your problem?
She looks to Sharon and Clive for an answer. 
Clive staggers to a chair and sits.
CLIVE JACOBS
He knows about your procedure.
Stacy turns to John and shoves his chest with both hands.
STACY
So?  Does that give you the right to barge in and beat up a defenseless old man?
CLIVE JACOBS
I'm not exactly-
STACY
Shut up Clive.
John is taken aback at Stacy's assertiveness. She shoves him hard in the chest again. He stumbles backwards.
STACY (CONT'D)
Well?
SHARON
He's worried about his job.
JOHN
Do you know what you've done? Do you have any idea?
STACY
Sure!  We're attempting to reproduce one of the world’s greatest leaders.
JOHN
Attempting!  You don't even know if it'll work?  
STACY
It'll work, besides what do you suggest we do now?  Kill it?  Right now. Just in case? Well?
John walks away from her shaking his head. Stacy follows and spins him around to face her.
STACY (CONT'D)
Well?
JOHN
There's nothing to kill right now!
STACY
How do you know?  I know it's alive right now.  I can feel it. 
John stares silently at her.
STACY (CONT'D)
I suggest you apologize to Clive and ask him very nicely to help you and Sharon.
John looks resignedly at Clive then at Sharon.  She goes to comfort him.
SHARON
Maybe she's right John. It might be our only chance to have a child of our own.
JOHN
But I work with the President, what if they find out?
STACY
How? How're they going to find out?  I won't tell, and I'm sure as hell Clive won't!
John avoids everybody's eyes.  There's a knock on the outer door.
They stand frozen. 
Stacy indicates with his hands that they should relax. 
Clive looks in a mirror and tries to wipe some blood away. The knocks get louder.
Stacy straightens her clothing and goes through to the front.
EXT. LABORATORY -- CONTINUOUS
Two FBI AGENTS are at the door as she opens it. 
FBI MALE
Morning ma'm,  Is Doctor Jacobs in?
STACY
I think he's in the back, I'll just check.  Who should I say is calling?
FBI MALE
Official business ma'am.  We'll wait inside. 
The agents enter.
INT. LABORATORY FRONT ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
They try to follow Stacy to the back but she blocks their path.
INT. LABORATORY BACK ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
She pokes her head in and looks meaningfully at the group.
STACY
Sharon is Doctor Jacobs here yet?  There's a couple of gentlemen to see him.  Official business apparently.
Sharon glances at John in panic.  
Clive grabs the two of them.
CLIVE JACOBS
Out the back!
INT. MEDICAL LABORATORY FRONT ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Stacy smiles and walks past the agents.
STACY
She's just checking.
She closes the door behind her leaving the agents waiting.
INT. BOEING 314 CLIPPER - IN THE AIR -- DAY
The PILOT and CO-PILOT fly the large seaplane. 
Behind them Flight Engineer, BILL, turns a knob on the left of a panel then leans forward. 
He looks at a high reading of an engine monitor dial.
BILL
Number two’s running hot.
He makes a few adjustments.
BILL (CONT'D)
Could be the gauges!
He taps it a few times 
PILOT
Get me base.
The radio operator sits next to the flight engineer. He flips a switch and contacts the authorities. 
As an answering crackle sounds in the pilot’s headphones. He turns to Bill.
PILOT (CONT'D)
We'll maintain Ottawa as destination. Make sure it's checked out soon as we land.
The pilot steadies the flight yoke.
P.O.V. BOEING 314 CLIPPER -- MOMENTS LATER
Hundreds of spectators point excitedly to the large seaplane as it touches down with a splash in Ottawa.
EXT. DOCK OTTAWA CENTRAL LAKE -- LATER
JOEL, the head aircraft technician, approaches Bill. They shake hands and Bill hands him the fault report.
BILL
How long do you figure?
JOEL
Wednesday, Thursday. Hard to tell without lookin’.
BILL
Of course. 
Bill looks around questioningly.
BILL (CONT'D)
You might need help!
Joel laughs.
JOEL
They’re just suiting up.
Bill takes a last look at the aircraft and walks off passing  two men as they come out of a nearby building and approach Joel. One man DAVE, in denim, holds back. JACK, wears an authorized Boeing technicians uniform. He reaches Joel.
Joel regards Dave warily as hands the work sheet to Jack.
JOEL (CONT'D)
Friend?
JACK
Na! Cousin. He wanted a gander at the clipper. I told him to come down.
JOEL
I wish you wouldn't do this. He touches nothing hey! What’s his name?
Joel looks skeptically over Jack's shoulder at Dave then writes onto the clipboard.
EXT. NIAGARA FALLS BORDER CROSSING -- DAY
A Canadian CUSTOMS OFFICER stamps a passport and it hands back to the driver.
CUSTOMS OFFICER
Welcome to Canada Ms Reynolds.
INT. STACY’S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Stacy smiles as she takes the passport and puts it into her purse. She adjusts the seat beat to make it more comfortable around her stomach.
EXT. NIAGARA BORDER CROSSING -- CONTINUOUS
She drives off down the highway.
EXT. CENTRAL OTTAWA PLANE BERTH -- AFTERNOON
Joel washes his hands as Bill approaches.
BILL
All done?
JOEL
Good as new. Loose wire is all.
Joel hands him a report on a clipboard. Bill signs it.
BILL
Put it on my tab will you.
Joel laughs politely as he takes back the clipboard and hands Bill a copy of the work sheet.
INT. BOEING 314 CLIPPER COCKPIT -- EVENING
The Captain, co-pilot and Bill check all the switches and dials as they prepare for take-off. 
An AIR HOSTESS appears, the captain turns to her.
CAPTAIN
Prepare them for take off please Jess. Whoo boy home!
The captain flips the starters one by one, each followed by  the initial whine and roar of the engines.
EXT. AIR FORCE ONE -- CONTINUOUS
The fourth huge engine starts with a puff of smoke from the exhaust. 
A tug takes up the slack of the cable and pulls the plane to take off position. 
The cable is released. 
The tug moves away as the engines rev higher. The back draft of the propellers churn the water as the planes moves forward.
INT. AIR FORCE ONE STATEROOM -- CONTINUOUS
President Van Steyn buckles up. A flight attendant offers him a drink that he accepts with a smile.
Dave Jones sits down next to him.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Charming people Canadians pleasant almost to a fault. 
They laugh. The President picks up a newspaper.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
It's a bit of a concern though to National Security. We don't need them to encourage terrorist sympathizers.
EXT. BOEING 314 CLIPPER -- CONTINUOUS
Four engines roar at full throttle as they thrust the big aircraft along the water. Leaving a white wake.
It lumbers slowly up into the darkening sky.
INT. BOEING 314 CLIPPER COCKPIT -- MOMENTS LATER
The altimeter indicates 5,000 ft and climbing. 
The Captain peers into the inky blankness in front of him.
PILOT
It's dark out tonight!
There is a sudden impact outside knocking the men sideways.
The bank of dials in front of Bill disappears. 
He struggles to hold on but is sucked out the black hole screaming.
The remaining crew are buffeted and deafened by turbulence. The pilot struggles with the controls at it nose dives.
EXT. BOEING 314 CLIPPER - IN THE AIR
The plane spirals downward. Most of the Starboard wing has disappeared, flames flicker from an engine on the Port wing.
INT. BOEING 314 CLIPPER -- CONTINUOUS
The President and crew are thrown around the once luxurious room. An explosion is followed by a fireball. 
It blows through the fuselage incinerating the passengers. 
The screams of the frightened, burning people are mingle with the roar of the over revving engines.
EXT. FOREST NEAR THE CANADIAN BORDER -- CONTINUOUS
The blackness and silence of the forest night is split by a fiery trail as the plane smashes nose first through the trees.
There's an atomic like explosion. The flames disappear almost immediately, engulfed in oily smoke. Then blackness.
EXT. FOREST NEAR THE CANADIAN BORDER -- MORNING
Firemen douse smoldering embers with flame retardant canisters.
A TV REPORTER stands in front of the wreck. Behind her, the wreckage area is cordoned off and is being sifting by U.S.  Air Force personnel. 
TV REPORTER
News of the tragic death of President Steven Van Steyn greeted a stunned world this morning.
EXT. AERIAL FOREST NEAR THE CANADIAN BORDER -- CONTINUOUS
Live aerial footage of the wreck in heavily wooded area.
INT. CAMPUS LECTURE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Changes to video footage on a large screen television set. The date and lines of latitude and longitude appear lower 3rd. 75'47"W 45'01"N
NEWS ANCHOR (V.O.)
It’s too soon to ascertain what caused the Boeing 314 to crash but in the absence of hard evidence, speculations are many and varied.
A hand clicks a remote. 
The television switches off.
GRAPHIC: 45 YEARS LATER 
DEVON has fairly long hair, and dressed down. An introvert. Stands in front of his class facing them.
DEVON
"Many and varied". We all know what- 
At the back of the lecture room ROBERT SHAW, a large, early twenty something jock is fluffing CARRIE's hair.
DEVON (O.S.) (CONT'D)
-the unofficial version was, don't we Mr. Shaw?
Devon waits for an answer.
Carrie writes something on a paper. Robert reads it.
ROBERT
The U.S. suggested it was terrorists operating from Canada.
DEVON
Thank you Ms Watt. Yes Mr Shaw, according to popular U.S. opinion, and I tend to agree, Canada is harboring numerous active terrorist cells.
CARRIE
I don't think Canada would allow that.
DEVON
Maybe. But statistics collected by Canada and the US prove we allow many..uh, people of concern.
ROBERT
That's bullshit!
DEVON
We're known internationally as peace keepers. Any terrorist group with affiliates here don't feel the need to be physically active here. You've heard the saying, don't crap on your own doorstep. It's one way to have a safe community these days. 
Devon looks at his watch.
DEVON (CONT'D)
That's it for today. We'll pick it up next week.
The class stand and they all exit. 
Devon packs his case. Carrie and Robert pass Devon's desk.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Mr Shaw, You realize Ms Watt won't always be there to bale you out. 
The two pass by.
ROBERT
Whatever!
Devon watches them go. MICHELE WATT almost bumps into Carrie at the door.
CARRIE
Hi mom. Bye Mom.
She leaves and Michelle smiles broadly as she approaches Devon. 
They kiss affectionately.
DEVON
How's my favorite psychology professor?
Devon picks up his bag and the exit the room.
INT. CAMPUS CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
Students head to their rooms. Devon and Michele walk together.
DEVON
I don't think I'm making much of an impression on Carrie and as for him!
MICHELE
She'll come round, and I wouldn't worry about Robert. 
They stop outside a door with a sign PSYCHOLOGY on it.
MICHELE (CONT'D)
I've got a great idea.  Why don't the four of us go away for a weekend?
DEVON
Four of us?
MICHELE
Sure, you, myself, Carrie and Robert. We can bond!
Devon looks at her in dismay.
DEVON
And Robert?
He turns and heads out of the building. He calls back.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Maybe. Can't discuss it tonight?
Michele smiles then enters the Psychology lab door.
EXT. SMITH FALLS LOCK 29A  -- EARLY MORNING
Devon hauls a canvas bag from the back of a truck.
He takes it to a rubber boat pulled up on the riverbank and dumps it in. In the distance a car pulls up and Michele, Carrie and Robert get out. Devon waves. 
He continues to pack his equipment.
Michele is dressed for sunshine. She reaches Devon and they kiss. She looks around.
MICHELE
Isn't it a great morning? 
DEVON
Couldn't ask for better. 
Robert struts over to the boat with Carrie 
He kicks it.
CARRIE
Don't take it out on the boat!
Robert looks across at Devon with contempt.
INT. RUBBER DINGY -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon holds a map of the RIDEAU WATERWAY CANALS
DEVON
Anyone sailed before?
Robert and Carrie give him a baleful look.
MICHELE
I've have!
Devon puts the map down and turns the key. The motor starts.
DEVON
That's good enough for me!
He steers the dingy into the river and heads down stream. 
EXT. RIDEAU RIVER - ON THE DINGHY -- LATER
Ron lies across Carrie in the middle of the boat drinking a beer. 
Carrie drags her hand in the water. 
Devon steers. Michele sits next to him enjoying the scenery.
DEVON
Did you know that we're not far from were President Steven Van Steyn's plane crashed.
Robert groans loudly and hurls his bottle into the river. 
ROBERT
Doesn't he ever shut up about that crap?
MICHELE
Oh! I was too young to remember that. Do you know exactly where it was?
DEVON
(despondent)
No! 
EXT. RIDEAU RIVER -- EVENING
The scenery is breathtaking as they make their way down the river. 
Devon looks at the skies then at his watch.
DEVON
We should probably find a place to stop for the night.
EXT. FOREST CAMP -- NIGHT
There are two tents set up in a make shift clearing. All are dressed in sweats, sitting around a campfire. Devon reads the newspaper.
He taps an article headline. 
NEWSPAPER ARTICLE - Increased Security at US Borders 
DEVON
It's getting worse.
Michele takes the paper from him.
MICHELE
Forget it for now, you're supposed to be relaxing.
DEVON
Is that why we're here? I thought you had an ulterior motive.
He looks meaningfully at Carrie and Robert. Robert is inebriated and trying to get his hand up Carries top.
MICHELE
Maybe tomorrow.
Carrie struggles to keep Robert's hand out. She's getting annoyed.
CARRIE
Robby stop it. Stop! Robert!
DEVON
Robert I think Carrie wants you to give it a break!
Robert stops and slowly looks to Devon.
DEVON (CONT'D)
I was thinking of going for a walk before turning in. Care to join me?
Robert stands unsteadily and approaches Devon menacingly.
ROBERT
Now why the hell would I want to do that?
Devon looks up at him. Michele watches nervously.
DEVON
I just thought-
ROBERT
Who gives a shit what you think?
Devon starts to get up.
DEVON
There's no reason -
Robert pushes Devon's face with his foot.
Devon falls onto Michele.
CARRIE
Robert stop it! Leave him alone.
ROBERT
(Mimics Carrie's voice)
Robert leave him alone! 
(normal)
I'm dragged out into the middle of nowhere to have a prick like him tell me what to do!
He storms into the dark woods.
Michele helps Devon try to get the sand out of his eyes and face. Carrie comes over and dusts him off.
CARRIE
I'm sorry Professor.
DEVON
It's not your fault. It was a dumb thing to say. 
Michele looks at Carrie meaningfully. Carrie stands up.
CARRIE
There's still no excuse. I'm going to bed.
She goes in a tent.
Michele hugs Devon.
MICHELE
Thank you for saving my daughters virtue.
DEVON
Virtue! You think?
She slaps him playfully. 
LATER:
The embers are low.
Devon stands and stretches.
DEVON
We should really get some sleep. I'd like to be on the water by six tomorrow.
He looks to the other tent. 
DEVON (CONT'D)
I wonder what happened to the illustrious Mr Shaw. Did you see him come back?
MICHELE
No, and to be honest I wouldn't care if he doesn't. 
Devon makes his way to Carrie's tent.
DEVON
Robert? 
There's a shuffling noise then Carrie sleepy voice.
CARRIE
He's not here Professor.
DEVON
I'd better go'n look for him. He could be in trouble.
Devon pauses.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Carrie!
CARRIE
Yeah!
DEVON
Would you mind calling me Devon.
Silence. He waits three seconds then turns to go.
Carrie pokes her head out from the tent.
CARRIE
Devon!
Devon stops and turns to her.
CARRIE (CONT'D)
Thanks for tonight...and for looking for him. He doesn't deserve it.
She disappears into the tent.
Devon smiles and heads to his tent.
He disappears into his tent for a second then reappears with a flashlight. He taps his knife attached to his belt then heads into the dark woods.
EXT. FOREST -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon points the small flash light beam all around then  tucks the flashlight under his arm and prepares to pee. 
There's a rustle in the undergrowth near him. He stops closes his pants quickly, 
He looks down to see a wet patch. He mutters. He peers into the darkness.
DEVON
(nervously)
Robert?
The thrashing gets getting louder. He starts to run in the opposite direction. Raises his voice
DEVON (CONT'D)
Robert! Robert is that you. Damn!
He slows then stops and points his light behind him. 
About twenty wards away the flash light picks up the glint of a ten-foot grizzly 
It opens it's mouth to show healthy teeth.
Devon turns off the flash light and ducks behind a tree. 
He holds his breath. Silence. 
There's a sound of a cracking branch next to him. He crouches down and curls into a ball against the base of the tree and clasps his hands behind his neck.
The bear scents the air for him. 
Devon tenses. 
The bear heads in another direction. 
Devon sighs and stands slowly. 
He peers around before moving forward quietly in the dark. 
There's another rustle in the undergrowth. He stops and  switches on the light and points it towards the agitation.
ROBERT
Well, well it's the Prof!
DEVON
Did you see the grizzly?
Robert looks around nervously
RON
Grizzly! There's no grizzlies here.
DEVON
I've just..C'mon, we'd better get back.
Devon turns around and heads in the opposite direction. 
They walk carefully for a few minutes. 
A branch above them snaps and the grizzly crashes down near Robert.  
They scatter in different directions. 
The bear is distracted momentarily by Devon's dropped flashlight. 
Devon's noise attracts him. It chases after him.
Devon crashes through the trees blindly in the dark. Low branches and bushes whip his face and legs. 
The bear rumbles closely behind. 
Devon's face slams against an object. 
He's knocked flat, blood streaming from his nose. 
Using his hands, he finds a hole. 
He crouches down and hastily slithers into the crawl space. 
A huge claw slices his boot as it disappears into the hole.
INT. PRIVATE PLANE -- CONTINUOUS
He sits propped against the wall, panting heavily. 
A huge snout breaks the moonlight that shines through a dirty, broken window. The bear gets his scent. 
A paw reaches in, but Devon flattens himself against the wall and watches the paw reaching around.
EXT. PRIVATE PLANE -- MOMENTS LATER
The bear loses interest and moves off.
INT. PRIVATE PLANE -- CONTINUOUS
Devon listens then takes a box of matches from his pocket. 
He lights one. 
He looks around at the remains of a small aircraft. The match burns close to his fingers. He waves it out.
He strikes another. 
He pulls some twigs together and lights them.
In the warm light of the small fire he finds an old leather pouch. 
Devon opens it carefully to find various papers in a state of decomposition. He re-closes the pouch and puts it under his shirt. 
There’s an old rifle strapped to the wall. 
The straps disintegrate as he tries to undo them and the gun falls. Devon examines it. 
The breech is rusted solid.
He holds it as a club.
EXT. PRIVATE PLANE -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon crawls cautiously out of the plane. 
He stands cautiously, holding the gun ready as a club. He moves stealthily through the undergrowth. 
Something grabs his shoulder. 
He shouts and ducks down ready to swing the rifle.
ROBERT
(whispers)
Hey, it's me!...Where'd you get that?
Devon lets the rifle drop and sighs. 
DEVON
Tell you later, let's just get back. 
They leave.
EXT. FOREST GROUND -- DAY
Three men wearing jackets with Transport Safety Board of Canada logos on their backs hover around the plane wreck. 
A large MAN finishes wrapping a steel cable around the fuselage then speaks into a two-way radio.
EXT. FOREST AERIAL -- CONTINUOUS
A Boeing CH-47SD tandem rotor helicopter hovers overhead. 
It lowers a cable through the treetops.
EXT. FOREST GROUND -- CONTINUOUS
The cable reaches the cradled fuselage and is attached.
The MAN talks into the radio.
The cable tautens and the wreckage lifts away from the bush. 
EXT. FOREST AERIAL -- CONTINUOUS
A hoist on the helicopter whines. 
The wreck is hoisted above the trees and taken away.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- DAY
The U.S. flag flutters in the breeze. 
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Seated in an easy chair is PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN. 
His short, dark, hair slick with styling gel. He has a neatly trimmed moustache. Lennon style rimless glasses reflect a flickering television screen.
SEAN BOOTH, Director of the FBI, late thirties, fairly good looking. He points a remote at the television.
The screen shows the wreckage in a warehouse. It turns off.
SEAN
We've established that this wreckage was involved in your father's plane crash.
President Ward Van Steyn lets the information sink in. He points to the television.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
And a Canadian found it?
SEAN
Yes Sir, by accident. He was camping I believe.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Do we know anything about him?
Sean picks up a docket. 
SEAN
Only that his name is Devon Reynolds and he is a Professor at Ottawa University.
The President takes off his glasses and stands.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
I'm still not entirely convinced it was an accident. What the hell was it doing out there. No flight plans, No nothing.
President Van Steyn goes to his desk and drinks a pill.
SEAN
That's still under investigation. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
I'd wouldn't mind meeting the person who found it. Arrange it.
SEAN
Of course. 
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS -- AFTERNOON
JASON BELL, an agent in his early thirties and well built, types at a computer. He stops and takes a sip of coffee.
JASON
Hey Bunkie, you not gonna believe what I found on Prof Reynolds. 
Twenty something, attractive female partner, BUNKIE COSTELLO sits at a desk next to him.
BUNKIE
What?
JASON
Come 'n' look.
Bunkie reluctantly comes to his desk. 
She looks at his computer screen.
BUNKIE
There is no way! 
INT. SEAN'S OFFICE -- LATER
Sean is at his desk holding an old tabloid. His eyes weary.
Jason and Bunkie enter his office. 
SEAN
Ah Jason, Bunkie, come in, close the door.
Sean throws the tabloid onto the desk.
HEADLINES: President's Son Cloned. 
SEAN (CONT'D)
Normally this would have been filed along with the rest of the garbage printed in this mag. But!
Sean hands Jason a folder.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Any reference to the President, we kept a copy.
Jason opens it and studies the contents. 
There is a photo of Stacy as a young woman and a separate one of Devon.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Look familiar?
Jason hands the folder to Bunkie.
JASON
If this is authentic it confirms what I've just uncovered!
SEAN
But since when do we use the INQUIRER as a source of information.
Bunkie puts the envelope back on the desk. 
JASON
What happens now?
SEAN
Tests. We need tests.
EXT. MIDNIGHT OWL PUB -- NIGHT
Music and laughter is heard as patrons enter.
INT. MIDNIGHT OWL PUB - BACK BAR -- CONTINUOUS
Deep in thought, Devon sits at the end of the counter, a half empty beer in front of him. 
Michele sneaks up behind him and taps him on his left shoulder. As he turns to look she sits in the seat right of him. He looks on his right side.
MICHELE
Sorry I'm late.
Devon smiles in surprise.
DEVON
I'm early!
MICHELE
You were far away. What's up
Devon signals the bartender for her.
DEVON
I've been summoned to Washington.
The bartender arrives. 
MICHELE
Washington? Vodka ginger ale please. Who knows you there?
DEVON
Apparently the FBI!
Michele gets serious.
MICHELE
What do they want with you?
DEVON
They think the plane I found has something to do with President Steven Van Steyn's plane crash. 
Carrie's drink arrives. She's in shock.
DEVON (CONT'D)
I'll get it.
CARRIE
Thank you. You're not serious?
Devon pays the barman. He nods.
DEVON
I received a call to-day. 
MICHELE
When do you go?
DEVON
Not sure, pretty soon I think. They're sending a couple of agents.  
He smiles.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Washington, I always wanted to visit the White House.
She pushes him and has a sip.
MICHELE
Like they'd let you in!
He leans back and laughs.
He gets serious and gazes into her eyes. 
DEVON
You know you're amazing.
Michele smiles and sips her drink.
MICHELE
How many have you had?
INT. PUB ENTRANCE -- CONTINUOUS
An inebriated Rob enters the room and surveys the dance floor. 
He makes his way to the bar.
INT. MIDNIGHT OWL BACK BAR COUNTER - CONT.
MICHELE
Seriously, they didn't give you any indication of how long you'll be there?
Devon picks up his drink.
Someone bumps into him from behind, spilling his beer. He puts his drink down, swishes off the excess and turns around.
Robert smiles contentiously. 
ROBERT
Well, well. Look who's here. 
DEVON
Robert.
ROBERT
Mr big shot Professor.
He leans forward to greet Michele. 
ROBERT (CONT'D)
And the lovely Professor Watt!
DEVON
Don't you think you've had enough?
Robert looks menacingly at Devon. 
ROBERT
This isn't school Professor.
Michele takes Devon's other arm.
MICHELE
Come Devon, let's just go. 
Devon hesitates; then stands.
ROBERT
Looks like one of us will get lucky tonight.
Devon stops and turns back. 
MICHELLE
Leave him, he's drunk.
DEVON
And you let Carrie date this? 
Rob stands knocking the stool over. Devon and Michele turn to go.
ROBERT
I think you owe me an apology.
Devon calls back. 
DEVON
You owe the lady an apology.
Robert's voice gets louder.
ROBERT
She's no lady, she's a professor.
Devon comes back to stand in front of Robert.
DEVON
You apologize to her, right now. 
Rob jabs his finger into Devon’s chest.
ROB
Or what?
Devon clenches his fists by his side, unwilling to fight.
He turns to go and Robert pushes him into Michele knocking her down.
Devon pushes Robert away and bends down to help Michele up. Robert kicks him in the chest. He drops onto her. Winded.
The barman leaps over the bar.
He grabs at Robert but Robert punches him in the face knocking him down.
He pulls his jacket straight and downs his drink.
He slams the empty glass on the counter and starts to leave, he sees Devon's drink.
Robert swipes it off the counter. The glass shatters.
Devon is doubled over but tries to get up. 
ROBERT
You don't even beer! What a loser.
The patrons part as he makes his way out through the pub to the exit. 
EXT. OTTAWA UNIVERSITY -- MORNING
A car pulls up outside the campus. Jason and Bunkie get out.
JASON
I guess this is it. Lets go!
They climb the stairs and enter the building.
INT. OTTAWA UNIVERSITY OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER
Jason and Bunkie approach the information window. A clerk looks up at them.
JASON
We're looking for Professor Devon Reynolds
INT. OTTAWA UNIVERSITY CLASSROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon writes one trillion dollars on the chalk board in numbers, he underlines it.
DEVON
That's one thousand billion dollars deficit.
A knock on the door interrupts him. He puts the chalk down and answers the door.
Bunkie and Jason face him, FBI identities in their hands.
BUNKIE
Professor Reynolds? I believe you're expecting us.
INT. PENTAGON CONFERENCE ROOM -- NIGHT
The President sits at a conference table with two men. Secretary of Defense, General CY BIGGS, early fifties, his face prematurely wrinkled, next to him is a concerned DAVID TREMAN, Secretary of State; late forties, receding hairline.  
Photos on the table top show various sites of terrorist attacks including The World Trade Center twin towers. 
The President glances at Cy to see a hint of controlled sadness pass his hard features.
The President pushes the papers away. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
I've seen enough.
Sean picks up three folders and hands them out.
SEAN
This is a detail breakdown of all terrorist activity for the last fifty years.
Cy takes a page and reads. 
CY
Your research shows a steady increase in known terrorist sympathizers in Canada. 
The President stands up and winces in pain. He takes bottle from his pocket and pops a pill into his mouth. 
David sees this action over the top of his folder.
DAVID TREMAN
You should have that checked.
The President puts his hand on David's shoulder.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
When I get back. Nancy and the kids are excited about the Whistler trip. I'd dare not delay it any longer!
SEAN
I've also included a section on the latest drug trade. Vancouver’s a close second to Columbia!
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Makes me think twice about going there. Anyway gentlemen I could do with a little R and R right now. We'll continue when I return.   
Cy and Sean stand and leave the room. David gets to the door and looks back.
The President winces and puts his hand over his heart.
DAVID TREMAN
They can go on ahead, I'm making an appointment with Dr. McGillis
David comes back into the room and picks up the phone.
EXT. WHISTLER-BLACKCOMB -- DAY
The snow covered mountain slopes are alive with skiers.
The side walk restaurants in the village are busy with happy holiday makers.   
NANCY VAN STEYN is an attractive woman in her early forties. Daughters BETH, 17, and SUSAN, 19, are dressed in the latest ski fashions. 
Security guards walk ahead of the family clearing a path.
They enter the gondola building. 
One of the many pedestrians watches from a safe distance.
INT. BASE GONDOLA BUILDING -- CONTINUOUS
A group of security agents open the way for the three to climb into the cable car. 
The door closes.
They whisk away. Two agents wait for the next car.
INT. CABLE CAR -- MOMENTS LATER
The view from the cable car is breathtaking as it goes higher and higher. Learner skiers go through the basics below. Nancy watches the second station approaching.
EXT. CABLE CAR -- CONTINUOUS
The cable above the car rattles over the PYLON WHEELS.
INT. CABLE CAR -- CONTINUOUS
The girls grab the rails and giggle nervously.
INT. SECOND BASE -- MOMENTS LATER
The car enters the second building.
Two agents watch the cable car pass through the second station. The girls wave at them. The agents smile.
EXT. SECOND BASE -- CONTINUOUS
The cable car exits the second station. The Beaver Tail food stall is crowded with lunchtime revelers.
INT. CABLE CAR -- MOMENTS LATER
Nancy takes out her cell phone from her pocket and dials.
NANCY
I'm calling your father; he's missing so much.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- EARLY MORNING
Rain pours on people on their way past the fence. 
(O.S) Phone rings.
INT. WHITE HOUSE BEDROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The President enters from the washroom and answers the phone. He is almost dressed; his tie hangs loosely around his neck.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Good morning.
He laughs and sits on the bed.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Couldn't wait for me. Huh!
INT. CABLE CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Nancy looks excitedly around her.
NANCY
It's too beautiful; no wonder they won the 2010 Winter Olympic bid. I-
Susan grabs her mother's arm and points. 
A lone skier is stopped way off the designated ski area. 
Susan lifts a pair of binoculars. 
BINOCULAR VISION: The person take a large tube off of his back. 
The phone crackles with the President's voice. 
NANCY (CONT'D)
Just a moment honey.
All three watch with concern. Susan still with binoculars.
BINOCULAR VISION: The person points the tube at the next pylon up the hill. There is a sudden flash and a mini missile snakes towards the pylon. 
Nancy and the girls scream with terror.
NANCY (CONT'D)
Oh my God! No! No!
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
President Ward hears the terror in his wife's voice. He shouts frantically.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Honey, honey! Nancy!
EXT. WHISTLER-BLACKCOMB -- CONTINUOUS
The missile explodes at the base of the pylon. 
Shock waves bounce the cable cars up and down violently but they remain attached for a few seconds.
INT. CABLE CAR -- CONTINUOUS
The Van Steyn family grab onto the rails, screaming. The cliff rock face is below them. 
The cable car in front of the Van Steyn's goes over the pylon and it starts to topple.
EXT. CABLE CAR -- CONTINUOUS
The pylon slowly topples over the cliff edge and pulls the cable with it. 
Cars fall off, one by one dropping onto the rocks below. They shatter and bounce as they roll through the trees.
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
President Van Steyn listens in horror to the sounds of his family screaming amid the roar of the smashing car. He clutches his heart. 
He slides off the bed and onto his knees. 
EXT. WHISTLER-BLACKCOMB -- CONTINUOUS
Loose cars throw a huge spray of snow as they roll down the mountain side crushing hapless skiers. 
The cable curls and whips through a few screaming holiday makers.
INT. CABLE CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Nancy and her daughters see the cliff face rushing up to meet them.
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INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
The Presidents hand slams against a glass on the bedside table splattering the contents. 
There is a brief knock on the door. A cheerful David Treman pokes his head in.
DAVID TREMAN
Almost ready Mister - Oh shit, Ward!
INT. PRIVATE HOSPITAL WARD -- MORNING
An emotional President Ward Van Steyn sits up in bed. 
Sean stands near the door.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Why am I not surprised? We know Canada is a cesspool of terrorist organizations.
He leans back, exhausted. Sean stands silently.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Since nine eleven I've bust my gut trying to prevent a follow up. I begged Prime Minister DOYLE to do his bit. But what does Canada do? She opens her .. 
President Ward has his arms in the air illustrating his 'legs' metaphor.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
..like a bloody whore and allows the scum of the world to enter her.
He drops his arms resignedly. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
And all in the name of wanting to appear neutral. Neutral to who? 
Sean shuffles his feet uncomfortably. 
SEAN
Mr.President I think-
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Neutral to God damn terrorists, that's who!
SEAN
CSIS have launched a full investigation into-
Ward Van Steyn interrupts him.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Full investigation ha! My father tried forty years ago! Forty years! What am I supposed to do? Take them out ourselves?
They exchange a look. A mutual idea has formed.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
What's the mood on the street?
Sean shrugs shoulders.
SEAN
Naturally there’s feeling of animosity towards Canada at the moment. But-
The President tries to sit up but lacks the energy. He swears.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Set up a meeting with yourself, the Chief of Staff and the Secretary of Defense. First thing Monday morning.
Sean is hesitant.
SEAN
Monday? Are you sure you'll be out by-?
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
We’ll bloody well have it here if I'm not out. The public forgets quickly Sean.
Sean nods.
SEAN
Yes Sir. Is there anything else I can get for you?
The President closes his eyes.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
I could kill for a cup of coffee!
Sean leaves the room. David and DR MCGILLIS enter simultaneously.
David Treman introduces Dr Mcgillis. The two men shake hands. The Doctor takes out a report from his briefcase. 
He hands it to the President.
DR MCGILLIS
We have some cause for concern.
The President looks at the report.
DR MCGILLIS (CONT'D)
You have what is known as a cardiomyopathy. A weakening of the heart muscle.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Which means? 
DR MCGILLIS
I'm saying you are a candidate for a heart transplant. The sooner the better.
The President sits up. Stunned.
David steps forward.
DAVID TREMAN
Mr. President, in light of this news,
Maybe we should reconsider the-
The President glares at David.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
I cannot be out of action for any length of time. How soon can we do this?
DR MCGILLIS
We obviously need a donor. So-
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Of course but when do you expect one to become available? What's the usual waiting period. People die everyday!
The doctor hesitates before answering.
DR MCGILLIS
That's difficult to say especially in your case, there's a chance we won't find one at all.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
In my case? Why in my case?
DR MCGILLIS
Your blood type is not very common. B negative. To find a donor with the same blood type.
The doctor shrugs his shoulders. 
The President looks at the men in disbelief.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
So how long before it’s critical?
DR MCGILLIS
I'd say it's critical now.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
How long have I got. Damn it!
DR MCGILLIS
Optimistically. Three, four months. 
The President flops back into the pillows. He's silent for a while, then turns on the two men.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Why? How come I wasn't told about this earlier? Why did I have to have a damn heart attack before you found out? Didn't you see this coming?
He quiets down and closes his eyes. He dismisses them with a wave of his hand.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Go. Get out of here.
The two men look at each other. They leave the room.
As David gets to the door the President calls. He pauses.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
This is strictly on a need to know basis.
DAVID TREMAN
Of course.
He is about to go then turns back.
The President appears asleep. 
He exits. 
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- MORNING
Dark clouds cover the sun as pedestrians go about their lives.
INT. OVAL OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
David Treman, Cy Biggs, Sean Booth stand around.
The President enters the room.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Morning gentlemen. Thanks for coming.
He goes directly to his bar and opens it. 
He pushes aside a bottle of scotch to reach a bottle of water. 
He takes five pills before turning to his staff.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
I'll get straight to the point. According to all reports; Canada has not made any significant attempt to reduce the number of terrorist organizations within her borders.
SEAN BOOTH
Doyle has increased funding to the CSIS by six million.
President Van Steyn waves that away. He goes to his desk and leans forward on it.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
They've had their chance. Now it's our turn.
CY
Our turn?
DAVID TREMAN
Are you suggesting we should invade Canada.
The three look to the President for confirmation. The President comes up to Cy and puts his hand on his shoulder.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Cy, if 9-11 hadn't happened, your wife and son would still be here.
He goes to Sean.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
And your brother Sean.
He goes back to his desk and holds up a photo of his family. He turns to show the group.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
And I lost my whole damn family.
He puts the photo down carefully and spins around.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Retribution Damn it! I want vengeance. And if it means we have to invade Canada to make our country safe again. Then yes, I say invade Canada!
The President grimaces with chest pain. 
INT. PENTAGON ROOM -- AFTERNOON
The joint Chiefs of Staff enter and sit around a large desk with inlaid computer monitors. 
A clerk sets up the computers while another lays out copies of the CIA security report on the desk. 
Cy Biggs enters the room. Puts a briefcase on the desk, takes out the security report and a disk. 
He loads it into the computer.
CY
Good Afternoon Gentlemen. Thank you for agreeing to meet at such short notice.
He types on a computer keyboard. 
A graphical map of Vancouver with a list of terrorist cells appears on each computer screen. 
He pushes a key.  
A graphic of another city fills the screens. Then another.
CY (CONT'D)
These are known terrorist cells active in Canada.
He stands erect facing the group.
CY (CONT'D)
The President has decided to take a stand against these organizations.
The Chiefs sit forward. 
CHIEF 1
You've got my attention.
CY
The plan is controversial and we expect a certain amount of internal and international resistance.
CHIEF 2
What is the new strategy?
Cy holds up his hands for silence.
CY
We are to prepare twelve special task airborne units to invade Canada.
The room erupts with shouts. Cy waves his arms for silence. The Generals continue to shout questions. He shouts.
CY (CONT'D)
Gentlemen, gentlemen.
They stop talking and listen with interest.
CY (CONT'D)
Due to the extreme delicacy of the exercise, nothing leaves this room.
He glares at the line of faces. 
CY (CONT'D)
Nothing! A plan for media release is currently being formatted to attain least public resistance.
He holds up copies of the CIA report.
CY (CONT'D)
You will find all the necessary information in these. Thank you Gentlemen.
The generals grab the documents. 
Cy closes his briefcase, snaps the locks closed. 
He leaves.
INT. WHITE HOUSE MEDIA ROOM -- EVENING
THE PRESS SECRETARY stands next to the President. 
Journalists listen eagerly.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
...and in light of the recent terrorist events, I have instructed the security DEFCON to be lowered to four.
Hands immediately go up amongst the journalists.  A female JOURNALIST 1 is selected.
JOURNALIST 1
Jennifer Smythe, New York Times. Can you comment on the latest report that Canada is a haven for terrorists?
President Van Steyn leans forward.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Unfortunately reliable sources indicate that to be true.
The President points to JOURNALIST 2 who has his hand up
JOURNALIST 2
Has anyone claimed responsibility for the Whistler tragedy?
The President hesitates to before answering. 
Photo flashes strobe the stage. 
He nods.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
A group has claimed responsibility, but; and I say this with all due respect to our neighbors in the North.
The President pauses for effect.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Canada, should be held accountable for the actions of her subjects.
Every journalist raises their hands and start shouting questions. 
The President speaks louder.  Cameras flash furiously.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
If diplomacy doesn't have the desired effective, what other options do we have? 
They carry on writing.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Terrorists continue to flourish in Canada. This is a very real threat to the innocent people of the United States.
Hands shoot up and some shout questions.  The President points to a male journalist in front.
JOURNALIST 3
Does this mean you would contemplate using military force against Canada?
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
That's not what I said.
JOURNALIST 3
But what if another attack was launched from there.  What would the United States position be?
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Our Forces have permission to retaliate.
The Press Secretary hastily leans forward into the microphone.
PRESS SECRETARY
Thank you ladies and gentlemen, that will be all for today.
The room explodes with howls of frustration.  
The Press Secretary ushers the President out of the room.
INT. WHITE HOUSE CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
The two men stride down the corridor.
PRESS SECRETARY
With all due respect Sir, I think you've just opened a barrel of worms.
President Van Steyn stops.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
So let's see if the fish bite.
He spins around and goes into his office shutting the door.
EXT. WASHINGTON DULLES AIRPORT -- MORNING
A large 747 lands with a squeal of tires.
EXT. EXIT WASHINGTON DULLES AIRPORT -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon, Jason and Bunkie carry their cases out of the building.
Devon sees a NEWSPAPER headline in an unmanned dispenser. 
Newspaper headlines: US TO INVADE CANADA:
He hurries after Jason and Bunkie.
INT. FBI CAR -- MOMENTS LATER
Jason drives. Bunkie sits next to Devon in the back.
DEVON
Did you see the headlines?
BUNKIE
No sorry. What were they?
DEVON
US to invade Canada.
JASON
I wouldn't worry it'll never happen.
Devon is not convinced. Bunkie smiles.
BUNKIE
You found the plane wreck. Do you know what it type was?
DEVON
It's was an old Douglas Fp-2b. Registered forty - five years ago to an island hopper. Apparently he lived in the out backs of the Algonquin Park.
BUNKIE
Algo..
DEVON
Algonquin!
Jason looks at Devon in the rear view mirror.
JASON
There's a good chance you might meet the President, Mr Reynolds.
DEVON
Oh!
EXT. WASHINGTON STREETS -- CONTINUOUS
The car speeds down the road.
JASON
You must get a lot of comments about your resemblance to him.
DEVON
Some, but I believe that we all have doubles somewhere in the world.
Bunkie laughs.
BUNKIE
I've heard that? Is your father still with us Mr Reynolds.
DEVON
Devon please. To be honest I don't know. I think he was a fond memory of my mother's. Hey you're the FBI, maybe you can find him for me.
He laughs, Bunkie and Jason exchange looks via the mirror.
JASON
(laughingly)
Yeah, right.
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS -- MORNING
Newspaper headlines: US TO INVADE CANADA:
Sean holds the paper and dials.
SEAN BOOTH
Good Morning David. Looks like they had a field day.
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
DAVID TREMAN
I'm worried. This hasn't been presented to Congress, or anyone for that matter. I don't think he's completely aware of the consequences.
David listens after a couple of seconds. He looks to the door to see if anyone can hear him.
DAVID TREMAN (CONT'D)
Sean.  You're aware that Ward has a heart problem.  Latest results indicate a transplant.
SEAN
Oh shit. What's the eta of a donor?  Obviously he gets preferential right!
DAVID TREMAN
Yes but his blood type is B negative. Chances of finding a compatible donor are slim to none.
Sean runs his hand through his hair.
SEAN
Damn!
DAVID TREMAN
Now you understand my concern. What if he starts this invasion then dies?
INT. FBI -- CONTINUOUS
Jason knocks on Sean's door. Sean motions him in. Jason enters followed by Devon and Bunkie. 
SEAN
Yeah.  I see the problem.
Sean suddenly notices Devon's features. 
SEAN (CONT'D)
David, can I call you back? 
Sean replaces the phone and stands with a broad smile. He holds out his hand.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Mr Reynolds, this is a pleasure.
EXT. OTTAWA UNIVERSITY -- MORNING
Students come and go.
INT. OTTAWA UNIVERSITY CORRIDOR -- MOMENTS LATER
Students exit various classes. Robert and Carrie join others to examine a notice board.
NOTICE BOARD: ANTI-INVASION RALLY 
ROBERT
We goin' eh?
CARRIE
Of course! 
They join a group of students in a chant as they head down the corridor.
STUDENTS
No way U.S.A! Go way U.S.A.! 
INT. OVAL OFFICE -- MORNING
President Van Steyn is at his desk. Dave Treman stands holding a letter.
The letter has the Canadian Parliamentary letterhead. 
David mumbles the first few lines then reads the rest aloud.
DAVID TREMAN
..require a public apology befitting the seriousness of the perceived declaration of possible aggression against the sovereignty of Canada.
He puts the paper in front of President Van Steyn. He picks it up.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
An apology! What about our apology? What about an apology to the innocent victims slaughtered by Canadian subjects?
DAVID TREMAN
We don't have much international support. Not since Iraq.
Van Steyn stands and goes to a map of the world on the wall.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Let's say Iraq were our neighbors.
He pretends to move Iraq to a position in Canada.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
..and they constantly sent in suicide bombers or instigated acts of terror. Forget the drug smuggling.
He comes up to David. His forehead glistens. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Would we owe an apology?
Ward grimaces in pain. 
He goes to his desk and opens a draw. 
He takes a pill from a phial.
The President swallows the pill with water from a cooler. 
DAVID TREMAN
On a happier note, Sean thinks we might have a donor.
Ward scrunches the paper cup. He's interested.
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS -- CONTINUOUS
The phone rings on Sean Booths desk. 
Sean enters the room throws down a folder onto the desk and answers the phone.
SEAN
Booth... Hello David!
He sits while listening.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Hold on. 
He picks up the folder marked CLASSIFIED
Opens it and examines the documents before answering.
SEAN (CONT'D)
It looks like we have a donor. 
INT. WHITE HOUSE TREMAN'S OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
David Treman sits at his desk, he leans forward.
DAVID TREMAN
Fantastic. But where-?
He smiles and changes hands to get a pad ready to write. 
DAVID TREMAN (CONT'D)
Obviously, but I do need to know..
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS -- CONTINUOUS
Sean listens to David's reaction and chortles.
SEAN
For now let's just say one happened to become available.
Sean pushes aside the test results that show POSITIVE MATCH to reveal a close up photo of Devon.
SEAN (CONT'D)
By the way, when does the he want to meet Reynolds? Yeah, the guy who found the plane.
INT. HOTEL ROOM -- AFTERNOON
Devon pants are slightly worn.  
He checks his watch then picks up the phone and dials. He walks to the window overlooking the city.
EXT. HOTEL ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The window is high above the busy Washington city.
DEVON
Hi, yeah, from downtown Washington...of course I miss you.
INT. HOTEL ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
He moves to the bed and sits.
DEVON (CONT'D)
It looks like I do get to meet  President Van Steyn after all.
He looks at his finger tip 
DEVON (CONT'D)
I had a medical, complete with blood test... don't know! Maybe they think I'm contagious or something!
He goes to the window again and looks out while listening to her.
DEVON (CONT'D)
So how's things in the real world?
ANGLE ON HOTEL WINDOW DEVON LOOKING OUT - EFFECT TRANSITION
EXT. AERIAL - PEACE ARCH BORDER CROSSING -- AFTERNOON
Crowds are gathering on the green area.  Tents and fires speckle the milling masses.
Hundreds of anti US posters are in various states of completion.
INT. PENTAGON CONFERENCE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The last footage appears on a television screen.
The President sits at the head of a table with the Joint Chiefs of Staff.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
That's enough, turn it off.
David Treman uses the remote to turn it off.
The President stands and circles the table. He points to the television.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
That was the Peace Arch Border Crossing. The same is happening at every customs post.
The Chiefs listen intently.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
And you're all thinking I've taken leave of my senses.
He leans uncomfortably close to an OFFICER'S face.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
You're thinking he's traumatized because of the death of his family.  
The President stands erect and continues striding around the circle.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Maybe I am... Maybe I am. Who wouldn't be?
He turns to David.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
David, do you have the statistics of drug related incidents at the borders?
DAVID TREMAN
In the packages Mr President.
The officers pick up their respective documents and page through them.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Those numbers represent just a small percent of what crosses our borders from Canada.
The pages list each violation.
The President takes a document from an officer and holds it up.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Everyone has a drug problem you say.
The President points a floor to ceiling book shelf.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Granted, but we at least we have laws which we enforce.
He slams the table. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
We prosecute those who insist on poisoning our most vulnerable. Our children.
Some of the officers shift uncomfortably. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
But let's forget about drugs for the moment. Let's count the cost in lives lost to perpetrators of terrorism.
The President gets loud and pokes at the air to emphasize each word.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Many of whom are sitting just across our northern borders, Re enforcing themselves to strike again and again at our country... No! At the free Western world.
He sits down.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
And what does Canada do?
He opens his arms.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Nothing! Nothing.
He lowers them and quiets down. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Maybe I have left my senses but it is still my duty to protect the public from the cesspool of international terrorists enjoying the hospitality of the Canadians.
He looks around the silent officers.
They all look at the list.
OFFICER
With all due respect, only a few attacks are confirmed to have originated from Canada.
CY
Confirmed is the operative word General. More and more are originating from there.
DAVID TREMAN
I personally think invade them is rather drastic. Couldn't we initiate trade sanctions?
OFFICER 2
I agree with David.
OFFICER 1
What about covert action; we must have plenty of field operatives already in place?
The President raises his hands. 
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
A trade embargo would hurt the common folk both here and there. No! This is also an exercise in deterrence. If we're seen to crush our enemies it’ll send a clearer message that we're not prepared to put up with their crap any longer.
The President stands again and heads to the water cooler.
He takes a few pills with water. 
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
I'm not a mad man gentlemen. I'm not planning to rush in 'guns blazing'.
He waves his arms emphatically.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Special military units will be deployed to find these cells and eliminate them. Simple!
The President clicks his fingers. He goes and stands by the window.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Of course Prime Minister Doyle won't like it. I don't either. That's why Operation Clean Up must be done with least disruption and harm to both countries.
He turns to look out the window at the city lights.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Thank you gentlemen! That will be all
The Chiefs of Staff all rise leave. 
Sean Booth approaches the President.
SEAN
We've checked Mr Reynold's background, Mr President.
The President looks at him in surprise. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Right now I don't give a shit!
Sean hesitates.
From the far side of the room, David can't hear what Sean says to the President. Only his reaction as his face blanches.
The President goes back to his seat and sits. Sean crosses the room to David.
SEAN
He wants to meet Mr. Reynolds.
EXT. THE JEFFERSON HOTEL -- MORNING
The car pulls up outside the hotel. Bunkie gets out waves her FBI ID at the doorman. She goes into the hotel. 
INT. THE JEFFERSON HOTEL -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon exits the restaurant.
BUNKIE
Devon!
He stops and looks round to see Bunkie approach from the lobby.
He waits for her.
DEVON
Ah Agent.. Uh.. Costello isn't it?
BUNKIE
Yes but please call me Bunkie.
Devon almost laughs.
DEVON
Bunkie? 
BUNKIE
I know it's not your average common or garden FBI agent name. But I answer to it. Most times.
They start towards the reception desk.
DEVON
So...Bunkie...was I supposed to be expecting you for breakfast?  
BUNKIE
No, no, I've eaten. I just came to give you White House protocol.
Devon stops and looks around. He licks his lips. 
DEVON
The White House? When?
BUNKIE
Last I heard was today.
Devon runs his hand through his hair.
DEVON
Have I got time for a haircut?
EXT.  PRESCOTT / OGDENSBURG BORDER CROSSING -- DAY
Robert and Carrie arrive in Robert's vehicle. The car is surrounded with protesters. 
They pull off the main road. Protesters face the road shouting abuse at vehicles heading to the border.
INT. ROBERT'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
They wind down their windows. 
ROBERT
This is so cool!
CARRIE
I don't know. It feels a little weird!
A bus leaves the customs booth and heads towards the row of protesters. 
One runs up to the bus and throws eggs and tomatoes at the windows.  
The bus wheel skids as it pulls up. 
The door opens and several large MALE PASSENGERS disembark. 
They chase after the protester. 
A group surrounds the passengers. They stop.
PROTESTER
Go home Yankees!
The crowd pick up the chant.
PROTESTERS
Go home Yankees! Go home Yankees!
The passengers back up as the protesters make the ring smaller, and approach menacingly.
A protester throws a potato into the face of a passenger. He drops, holding his face.
The others run to the bus chased by protesters.  
The fallen passenger is kicked and beaten. 
Several protesters join in. 
One passenger looks back to the fight, he calls to the others already on the bus. Three more get back off the bus and run into the mob.
A large fight breaks out with fists and feet.
They manage to push the people off their fallen comrade and hoist him between their arms. They drag him to the bus.
He is hoisted into the bus. 
INT. BUS -- CONTINUOUS
The driver puts the bus in gear.
His foot hovers over the accelerator.
EXT. BUS -- CONTINUOUS
The crowd surround the bus, grab hold and begin rocking it.
INT. BUS -- CONTINUOUS
The driver is thrown about. 
His foot slams the accelerator.
EXT. BUS -- CONTINUOUS
The back wheels touch the ground and the bus lurches forward. 
Three protesters scream as they are crushed under the front wheels. 
Protesters swarm the bus and kick in the door.
INT. BUS -- CONTINUOUS
The driver tries unsuccessfully to ward of the enraged protesters and is dragged out screaming.
Two passengers rush after them, another jumps into the drivers seat. 
The rest of the passengers kick the protesters trying to board.
EXT. BUS -- CONTINUOUS
The back wheels spin before getting traction in reverse.
The bus careers wildly backwards and smashes into the customs offices.
INT. ROBERT'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Robert climbs out the car hurriedly.
ROBERT
Bastards, Did you see that? I'm gonna kill them.
EXT. ROBERT'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Carrie screams after him from the car.
CARRIE
Robert, leave it. Robert!
INT. ROBERT'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
She puts her head down and covers it with her hands. Eyes shut tight as she weeps. 
EXT. TREE -- MOMENTS LATER
Robert pushes his way to the front and grabs an arm of the driver.
Nearby a ring is forming around a tree. There are calls from the crowd to string them up. 
Tent ropes tied into nooses appear.
Robert put a rope around the neck of the driver.
DRIVER
Please, please, please. 
Robert's eyes have lost all sense of reason. He yanks the rope gagging the wretched man. 
The ropes are thrown over branches.
PROTESTERS
Hang them!  Hang them!
EXT. BORDER CROSSING NO-MAN'S LAND -- CONTINUOUS
An official US customs vehicle screeches to a stop. Three US CUSTOMS OFFICIALS run towards the border. Pulling their weapons from their holsters.
EXT. BORDER CROSSING CANADIAN SIDE -- CONTINUOUS
CANADIAN CUSTOMS OFFICERS run out to stop them as they reach the Canadian Border. Their pistols leveled.
CANADIAN CUSTOMS OFFICER
Stop right there, this Canadian territory. 
They stop, very agitated.
EXT. TREE -- CONTINUOUS
One official keeps his weapon aimed at the US officials. Two Canadian officials run to the lynching mob. 
Some drunk protesters close in on them. 
Their guns are knocked out of their hands.
Protesters cheer from the tree. 
The bus driver sways on the end of a rope.  
The other two struggle frantically.
EXT. CANADIAN SIDE BORDER CROSSING -- CONTINUOUS
A US customs official shoots. 
A Canadian officer drops wounded.
The US officers run through the border toward the gallows, firing into the crowd. 
Screaming protesters drop with bullet wounds as they flee. 
Robert turns to see the approaching officers.
He pushes two females aside and escapes. 
EXT. TREE -- CONTINUOUS
One officer holds his hands as a step.
The other uses it to reach and cut the rope around the driver's neck. 
He falls to the ground. One officer picks him up and throws him across his shoulders.
The other releases the other two passengers. 
They run back towards the border. 
The US officer guarding the Canadians joins them as they pass.
EXT. CANADIAN SIDE BORDER CROSSING -- CONTINUOUS
The wounded Canadian customs officer aims his gun but gets knocked back as he gets shot.
EXT. BORDER CROSSING NO-MAN'S LAND  -- MOMENTS LATER
The US customs vehicle's tires squeal as it races back across the bridge. 
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS -- MOMENTS LATER
Jason and Bunkie usher Devon into the room. Sean is on the phone. He waves them to sit.  
He slams the phone back on the hook.  He holds out his hand.
SEAN
Hello again Mr. Reynolds. Lucky you aren't at the border.
Devon shakes his hand.
DEVON
Problems?
Sean picks up a file with Devon's name on.
SEAN
Nothing we can't handle. 
Sean smiles at Devon.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Ready to meet the President?
Devon nods nervously. 
SEAN (CONT'D)
That will be all for the moment.
Bunkie and Jason leave the room and close the door.  
Devon remains standing.    
Sean waves his hand towards the chair.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Sit, Please
DEVON
I'm good.
Devon eyes are focused on the folder on Sean's desk marked confidential. 
SEAN
You're aware that the President wants to meet you.
DEVON
I had an inkling.  Bunkie,,,uh
He points to the door.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Agent Costello, I think her name is.
Sean nods.
DEVON (CONT'D)
She mentioned it this morning.
He points to his head. 
DEVON (CONT'D)
Hence the haircut. 
SEAN
Very nice. Should we!
Sean picks up the folder and motions to the door.  
INT. WHITE HOUSE MEDIA ROOM-- LATER
The President addresses a bank of television cameras.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
My fellow Americans, it is a sad day when the lives of innocent people are destroyed by a nation we once regarded as our friend. This unfortunate incident is a blatant act of aggression.
President Van Steyn pauses and bows his head. He leans forward and looks into the camera.  
It zooms in for a close up.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Everyone of you..
He points to the cameras.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
..has been affected by Canada's soft attitude to terrorist orgnizations. 
He stands erect and lifts his head, shoulders back.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
I, for one, am getting tired of it. It’s time to put a stop to it. Our way!
INT. LOCAL DINER -- CONTINUOUS
Customers cheer in support. The owner turns up the sound.
TELEVISION: 
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
In the interests of safety, all borders and trade between Canada and the United States will be closed until further notice.
There is a mixed reaction from the crowd.  Diners shout at a public television.
DINER 1
Ass hole!
DINER 2
Hey! We don't need any more of their shit!  I've got a family to think of!
DINER 1
What about my family?  How’m I s’pose to feed them when my business folds?  I'm screwed!
INT. WHITE HOUSE MEDIA ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
The President leaves a noisy room with David Treman.
INT. WHITE HOUSE CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
They enter into the corridor. 
The President is having difficulty breathing.
DAVID TREMAN
I'll cancel your appointments. You have to be very careful.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Thanks David. Sean's on his way with Mr Reynolds. Cancel any others.
INT. OVAL OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER
They enter the office. The President goes to his chair and collapses.
Sweat beads his brow.
DAVID TREMAN
Don't you think you should also postpone your appointment with Reynolds. I'm sure he'd understand.
The President waves him down.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
No! I'm fine. I just need a few minutes.
DAVID TREMAN
But you -
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
David! Let it go. I'll be fine.
He puts his head back in the chair and closes his eyes.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Close the door on your way out. There's a good fellow.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- EVENING
A small city of demonstrators camp outside the grounds.  
They wave the middle finger at the black limousine as it turns between the gates and heads up the driveway.
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
Devon reads the waving anti President slogans as he passes.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- MOMENTS LATER
The building seems cold and imposing as the vehicle stops at the entrance.  
Jason goes around and opens the door for Devon.  
He hesitates before getting out of the vehicle.
The door slams behind him. 
He follows Sean into the building followed by Jason and Bunkie.
INT. WHITE HOUSE FOYER -- CONTINUOUS
David Treman greets them at the door. He smiles and offers his hand.
DAVID TREMAN
Good evening Mr Reynolds. David Treman, National Security Advisor  The President is expecting you.
Sean turns to Devon.
SEAN
Mr Treman will take over from here. Agents Setaro and Costello will take you back to your hotel after.  Enjoy the evening.
He hands the envelope to David almost clandestinely.  
He waves and leaves.
David turns and waits for Devon to follow.
DAVID TREMAN
This way please. 
INT. OVAL OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER
At the window the President watches the crowd at the gate. There is a knock on the door.  He turns to it.
He straightens his tie and smoothes his jacket.  His face shows tension. He wipes his forehead. 
He moves back to his desk. He decides to stand.  There is another knock on the door.
He goes to the front of his desk and leans against it.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Yes!
David enters.
DAVID TREMAN
I beg your pardon Mr President,  Mr Reynolds has arrived.
INT. WHITE HOUSE OUTSIDE OVAL OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
Devon wipes his forehead with his handkerchief.  Bunkie puts her hand gently on his arm.  He looks her and smiles weakly.  
David returns.  He stands aside and indicates Devon to enter.
INT. OVAL OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon almost peeks around the door.
He is fascinated by the décor and he moves behind David like a puppy.  
David stops and Devon almost bumps into him.  
David stands aside.
The President stands erect in front of Devon. An apparent pillar of strength.  
The President comes forward, hand outstretched.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Professor Reynolds, this is a unique pleasure.
Devon is taken at the Presidents features, his hand goes up unconsciously.  He clears his throat.
DEVON
Hello Mr President.
David steps backwards.
DAVID TREMAN
If that's all for the moment sir, I'm sure you'd like to get acquainted. 
The two men are silent as they regard each other.  The President nods.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Of course David.
David puts the envelop on the desk and leaves the room. The President laughs nervously.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Amazing isn't it?  The likeness!
Devon is very confused.  He also laughs.
DEVON
I must say I have been told that I look like you but I never expected it to be so..so..!
The President's smile fades.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
You don't know do you?  You think our likeness is coincidental.
Devon doesn't answer.  His smile turns mirthless and fixed.
The President puts his arm on Devon's shoulder and leads him to his desk.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Devon, may I call you Devon?
He doesn't wait for an answer and picks up the envelop and waves it in front of Devon.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
This-,
He goes to his seat and sits down.  He's at a loss for words.
He slides the envelop across the desk towards Devon.
Devon looks at it but doesn't move.  The President takes it back and fumbles to open it.
He hands the contents to Devon.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Maybe it's best if you just read it.
Both their hands tremble as the contents are exchanged.
Devon takes the documents to the light. He reads.
The President watches as Devon's legs almost give way. He stares at the President for confirmation.
The President nods.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Hard to believe huh! But it's been verified.
Devon looks between the papers and the President.
DEVON
This is fantastic. I mean, I mean...
The President stands and comes to the liquor cabinet and opens it. He calls over his shoulder.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
You probably like Scotch. I do!
He smiles as he takes two glasses and splashes in a couple of heavy tots.
He brings them to Devon at the light and holds one to him. Devon takes it.
DEVON
Now that you mention it.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
I shouldn't but this is one occasion I'm not going to pass. Cheers!
DEVON
Cheers!
They both down their whiskies.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Another?
Devon hands back the glass. He shakes his head.
DEVON
No thanks I'm good. My head's already spinning. 
The President takes the glasses and puts them on the desk. He returns and scrutinizes Devon.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
You had no idea?
DEVON
(laughs)
My mother wasn't too explicit on my ancestry.
President Van Steyn smiles. 
DEVON (CONT'D)
Although I'm sure she was extremely proud of who she chose to be my..uh...
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
She still alive, your mother?
DEVON
No no, She passed away a few years back. 
The President looks at a portrait of his father on the wall. 
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
My mother became a recluse and died a sad woman after our father died. He was a great man, we can be thankful for his genes. It's a pity he died as he did. 
The President turns to Devon.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Which brings us to the initial reason for our meeting! You actually found the aircraft?
The two men settle in easy chairs. 
DEVON
That's a miracle in itself. We were boating when-
The President's face shows pain. Devon stops talking.
The President goes to his desk and takes out his pill phial.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Forgive me, please continue.
DEVON
Are you okay? Should I call for help?
The President swallows his pills with a gulp of water taken from the water cooler. He returns to his seat.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Just a little indigestion. Nothing to worry about. Please, go on. 
Devon is dubious but continues.
DEVON
Anyway, I was just going to say that at least we know it was accidental. 
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
I'm not entirely convinced that it was. With all due respect, Canadians are notorious for their lack of security.
Devon shakes his head.  He is getting annoyed.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Two cars pull into the parking lot side by side.
A uniformed General Cy Biggs joins Sean at his car. They head to the White House.   
DEVON (V.O.)
I wouldn't say that. The United States has more of a problem with terrorism than Canada.
INT. WHITE HOUSE FOYER -- MOMENTS LATER
The two men enter the building and meet David Treman. He looks his watch and points up across the large foyer. The two head in that direction.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN (V.O.)
(Contemptuously)
Of course! They all live there quite happily, with easy access to the rest of the free world.
INT. OVAL OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
DEVON
Canadians value their freedom. That's what we all fought for. The right to liberty and freedom.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Freedom of choice yes, but not freedom of responsibility.
DEVON
And this your motivation for the Canadian invasion?
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
I prefer to think of it as a cleansing. Like cutting out a hidden cancerous growth.  
The intercom buzzer interrupts him.
The President goes to his desk and flips a switch.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Yes?
RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
General Biggs and Mr Booth are here Mr President.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Tell them to give me a minute.
He returns to Devon who stands.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Devon I'm afraid our time is up. It looks like we'll have to agree to disagree.
They walk to the door.
DEVON
I've just been wondering, you know with our situation, what are your official policies on cloning?
The President opens the door.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
That's a bag of worms. Of course human cloning is illegal but there is still active debate on embryonic stem cell research.
EXT. OVAL OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
Biggs, Sean, Bunkie and Jason wait in the outside office.
DEVON
Of course, You're obviously determined to embrace the fight against cancer on all fronts.
The door is wide open. 
DEVON (CONT'D)
(jokingly)
Although the last thing we need is people being cloned for their organs. Something like a B grade horror movie eh!
Sean looks at the Presidents face.
The Presidents smile is frozen. He looks past Devon's smiling face to see Sean's grim countenance.
The President is flustered. He now realizes Devon is the donor. He puts out his hand to grab Devon.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
Devon-
Sean rushes forward and takes Devon's other arm and pulls him.
SEAN
The President has issues of national importance to contend with right now.
He leads him away from the President who half steps out the doorway. General Cy Biggs steps in his way and hustles him back into the Oval office and shuts the door.
CY
Mr President we have a situation...
Jason and Bunkie rush after Sean and Devon through the door into the corridor.
INT. WHITE HOUSE CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
SEAN
I want you take Mr Reynolds back to headquarters and detain him.
Devon wrestles his arm free from Sean 
DEVON
Detain me! On what charge?
JASON
Chief?
Jason and Bunkie stop behind Devon facing Sean.
SEAN
National Security, it's for his own good. I'll be there shortly.
Sean points at Jason 
SEAN (CONT'D)
Jason this is possibly the most important order you have ever received. Don't screw up.
He turns abruptly and heads back up the corridor 
Devon shrugs his shoulders.
DEVON
Well I guess that's that!
Jason is apologetic.
JASON
Sorry about this.
BUNKIE
I'm sure we'll find out what it's all about soon enough.
They head down the corridor, David Treman approaches.
He's surprised to see the agents escorting Devon.
DAVID TREMAN
Everything okay?
BUNKIE
Yes Sir.
David looks after them before entering the office of the receptionist.
INT. OVAL OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER
The President is in a state. He looks at the phial of pills and slams his fist onto his desk.
David Treman enters. The three men look to him. 
DAVID TREMAN
So you brought news about the donor! Any idea who it is?
The President doesn't answer directly.  He avoids David's question.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
No, no..I'm just grateful that we've managed to find someone so quickly.
DAVID TREMAN
It's very fortunate. I'm surprised.
He looks to Sean. 
DAVID TREMAN (CONT'D)
You must have details Sean?
Sean opens his mouth to reply but is interrupted by the President.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
To be honest David I'm feeling rather bad about the whole aspect of somebody having to die so I can live. Just drop it? Huh!
David is stunned.  The phone rings and the President answers.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Yes, Hello Dr Gillis, Just a minute..
The President covers the mouthpiece.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Thank you gentlemen that will be all for now. 
David nods and follows the others out the office. 
The President continues his call.
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN
When do we do this? Tomorrow!
The President paces a few steps.
He stops and looks at his fathers portrait. 
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
Is there no other way, I mean, couldn't we find another donor.
He listens intensely, his brow sweating. The answer disappoints him. He accepts the facts.  
PRESIDENT WARD VAN STEYN (CONT'D)
I understand. How will it happen? The...the donation.
EXT. OGDENSBURG BORDER CROSSING -- EVENING
An IBU‑17 passes and churns up the water. Private boats bob in the St Lawrence river. 
On the banks a U.S. military jeep stops. The driver jumps from the vehicle rushes to the back.
He directs a line of personnel carriers.
From the water, the banks of Ogdensburg twinkle with the lights of military activities.
EXT. PARLIAMENT BUILDINGS OTTAWA -- MORNING
A large crowd of protesters in the gardens wave banners and chant slogans against the U.S.
A newspaper bundle drops onto the sidewalk.
HEADLINES: BORDER CLOSED - MILITARY BUILD-UP
INT. PARLIAMENT BUILDINGS OTTAWA -- CONTINUOUS
The Prime Minister's door is closed.
INT. PRIME MINISTERS OFFICE
PRIME MINISTER DOYLE sits alone at his desk reading.
He signs a document and reaches for the phone.
PRIME MINISTER DOYLE
Send in the MINISTER please.
The Minister enters and approaches his desk. 
Prime Minister Doyle hands the Minister a document marked 'Confidential'
PRIME MINISTER DOYLE (CONT'D)
All border crossings, ports and airports are to be secured immediately.  Let me know directly it's done!
The minister takes the document and exits the room.
Prime Minister Doyle rubs his face.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- MORNING
It's a miserable day. Crowds are gathering on the grass facing the White House.
INT. WHITE HOUSE CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
David Treman strides down the corridor checking a bundle of envelopes as he does.
He turns into the Oval office reception.
INT. OVAL OFFICE -- MOMENTS LATER
David enters and makes for the desk.
He selects a few documents and places them on the desk. 
He sees the envelope with Devon's name.
He is about to leave then steps back and picks up Devon's envelope. He looks at the door, then opens the envelope.
He reads the contents.
DAVID TREMAN
Oh my God!
EXT. FBI HEADQUARTERS PARKING AREA -- DAY
Sean's car pulls into a parking bay. He gets out and enters the building past the FBI sign.
INT. FBI DETENTION SUITE -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon, lies with his feet on the bed. He leans over and picks up his cell phone.
He dials and places the phone against his ear.
DEVON
Hi there, you're not going to believe what's happening.
He looks around the room.
DEVON (CONT'D)
They've put me in jail.
He gestures.
DEVON (CONT'D)
No the FBI. I don't know. I was saying goodbye to the President, yeah President Van Steyn, when-
He hears a noise at the door.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Hold on.
He puts the phone down.
The door opens and Sean enters.
SEAN
Mr Reynolds, you're free to go.
Devon stands.
DEVON
Oh?
Sean enters and looks around the room. He makes his way to the bed.
SEAN
There was a momentary breach of security, but we've managed to contain the problem.
Devon smiles.
DEVON
That's good news, I'll just get my cell.
Sean picks it up and hands it to him. Devon continues his call.
DEVON (CONT'D)
I'm out, I'll call you soon.
He closes the phone and follows Sean.  
SEAN
I'm on my way down town. I can drop you off at the hotel.
They leave the room. 
EXT. CANADIAN MILITARY BASE -- DAY
A group of men are playing soccer on an open area between armored vehicles.
EXT. MILITARY OFFICE VANCOUVER -- CONTINUOUS
An alarm sounds. 
The SERGEANT MAJOR MOUTH marches briskly between the vehicles.
MOUTH
Fall in!  Fall in! On the double.
A soldier grabs the foot ball and runs.
The other players button up their clothes and line up next to their vehicles.
Soldiers exit the buildings at a run. 
Squads form behind personnel carriers.
Mouth climbs into a jeep.
He picks up a two way radio microphone.  
MOUTH (CONT'D)
Peace Arch, and move it.
The jeep moves off in a hurry. 
EXT. MILITARY OFFICE VANCOUVER -- MOMENTS LATER
Trucks follow closely behind Armored vehicles as they race out of the premises.
EXT. PEACE ARCH BORDER CROSSING -- LATER
Crowds gather in the roadway facing the border.
Some protesters are throwing objects at the custom booths.  
Sirens sound. Military vehicles force demonstrators to part.
The armored vehicles pull up between the protesters and the customs booths. 
Military trucks pull up on both verges.  Troops disembark.  
Mouth marches between the trucks.
MOUTH
U formation, move it, move it.
The soldiers run.
They form a line in front of the vehicles facing the demonstrators. 
The ends curve to form a U shape. 
Mouth shouts into a loud hailer.
MOUTH (CONT'D)
This is a military operation.  You are all to disperse immediately.
The protesters stand defiantly. Some shout obscenities.
MOUTH (CONT'D)
I repeat, you are to leave the area immediately.  
A bottle shatters at Mouth's feet.
MOUTH (CONT'D)
Load!
Almost as one the soldiers cock their rifles.  
Mouth goes to the center front of his soldiers. He lifts his arm then drops it.
MOUTH (CONT'D)
Forward!
The soldiers start a steady march towards the protesters. 
They stand defiantly. More objects fly.
MOUTH (CONT'D)
Evens numbers!  One round into the air, prepare to fire.
Every second soldier aims his gun into the air.
MOUTH (CONT'D)
Fire.
A loud volley of automatic gun shots echoes around the area.  
Many of the demonstrators turn and run. Some stand their ground.  
The soldiers advance.
EXT. STREET OUTSIDE THE WHITE HOUSE -- DAY
The President gets into the limousine with David Treman.
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
The chauffeur puts the car in gear. The car pulls off.
EXT. OUTSIDE WHITE HOUSE GROUNDS -- CONTINUOUS
Mounted Police persons force their way between shouting demonstrators. The horses prance nervously.
Riot Police link arms. They're hemmed in between pro and anti war factions. 
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
The President’s entourage stops. The agent in the front passenger seat radios the gate.
AGENT
We're ready. Open up.
While the agent listens to a returning voice. The President looks out the window.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
What's the hold up?
Treman uses the phone intercom.
DAVID TREMAN
Is there a problem?
He listens then hangs up.
DAVID TREMAN (CONT'D)
Protesters. We'll have to use Marine one.
EXT. WASHINGTON STREETS -- CONTINUOUS
Sean's car turns down a back road.
INT. SEAN'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Devon looks out nervously.
DEVON
This a short cut?
SEAN
Not really, I've just got to drop off something at the hospital.
The hospital entrance comes into view.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Ah here, we are.  Ever seen state of the art medical facilities?  
EXT. HOSPITAL -- CONTINUOUS
Devon and Sean enter the hospital grounds.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Protesters see the President's vehicle stopped inside the premises. They start shouting.
The riot police are forced against the opening gates.
Their flailing guns useless.
In the squeeze a terrified policeman lowers his weapon and shoots.
He is quickly trampled. 
INT. GATE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
The security guard frantically pushes the close button.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
The numerous protesters force the gates open.
INT. HOSPITAL OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
Sean and Devon enter an examination room.
Devon looks around in surprise.
DEVON
Are you sure you want me with you? I could wait in the car. 
Sean points to a seat.
SEAN
No it's fine Take a seat!  I'll be quick.
Devon sits.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Demonstrators and police clash. 
Batons are powerless against the forward thrust. The mob rush into the grounds fighting. 
They rush at the Presidents limo.
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
The occupants see the crazed protesters rushing at them.
The agent talks frantically into the radio 
AGENT
The President is compromised. Take action.
EXT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
Agents shoot into the raging crowd. 
Empty shells fly from the guns.
People drop, 
The screaming agents are trampled underfoot by the numbers.
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
The President watches in horror as an agents head almost loses shape as it slams against a window. Blood spurts from his eyes and nose.  
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Do something damn it!
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Marine One arrives and hovers above.  
An agent, blasted by the down draft and surrounded by protesters, frantically waves it to land.
INT. HOSPITAL -- CONTINUOUS
The doctor enters the room carrying a surgical bowl.
Devon is reading a magazine. 
He looks up to see a white cloth just about to cover his face.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
The helicopter lands and the crowd rushes in. 
Someone picks up rock. 
Others join in and hurl rocks at the helicopter. 
Agents shoot at the demonstrators next to the car.
AGENT
Go! Go! Go! 
The car door opens and the President flanked by agents rushes from the limousine.
An agent at the helicopter shoves the President into the plane. The door shuts. 
INT. HELICOPTER -- CONTINUOUS
The puffing President sits. 
He leans forward and looks through the window at the mob.
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Get me outta here!
EXT. HELICOPTER -- CONTINUOUS
From the back, demonstrators push others forward. 
Five protesters climb onto the roof of the limousine.
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
The frantic chauffeur reverses.  Straight towards the back of the helicopter.
EXT. HELICOPTER -- CONTINUOUS
The protesters scream as they try and jump clear. 
The spinning rotor tail can't miss the protesters.
INT. HELICOPTER COCKPIT-- CONTINUOUS
A light flashes on the dashboard and the throttle shudders in the pilots hand.
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
Bloody lumps splatter the limousines window. David flinches.
DAVID TREMAN
Oh my God!
He hurls. 
INT. MARINE ONE -- CONTINUOUS
The President is standing trying to hold on.  
PRESIDENT VAN STEYN
Take it up!  Take it up!
The President suddenly bends forward and clutches his chest.
INT. MARINE ONE COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
An alarm light flashes and a buzzer sounds. 
The co-pilot squirms in his seat trying to look out of the window. 
The pilot fights the shaking stick in his hand. 
It lifts off but the grounds outside begin to whirl around past the window.
EXT. MARINE ONE -- CONTINUOUS
The helicopter reaches about ten feet into the air, spinning out of control. 
The damaged tail rotor spinning dangerously over the running protesters.
INT. MARINE ONE COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The pilot struggles with the controls. 
The Co-pilot points down, indicating that they should land.
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
David frantically speaks on his phone.
DAVID TREMAN
Sean! Where the hell are you, the President is compromised. We need urgent assistance.
INT. HOSPITAL -- CONTINUOUS
Devon lies unconscious on the operating table.  Sean can been seen talking on his phone through a window in the door.
The heart monitor shows a steady beat.
The doctor places a syringe into Devon's arm.
Sean bashes the door open, he has his cell phone at his ear.
SEAN
Stop, stop.
The doctor looks at him.
INT. HELICOPTER COCKPIT-- CONTINUOUS
A light flashes a warning.
The pilot fights the controls. 
EXT. AIRCRAFT -- CONTINUOUS
The helicopter drops heavily. 
One wheel collapses. 
Pieces of the damaged rotor break off and hurtle towards the limousine.
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
David dunks instinctively as a piece smashes into the bullet proof window inches from his face. He screams.
DAVID TREMAN
Aaaahh!
EXT. WHITE HOUSE GROUNDS -- MOMENTS LATER
A news helicopter flying over captures the carnage. 
Marine One's main rotor idles slowly round. Bodies lay around like dolls.
INT. WHITE HOUSE MEDIA ROOM-- LATER
David Treman stands at the podium. 
The room is full of noisy journalists.
DAVID TREMAN
Ladies and Gentlemen, We'd like to start. Please settle down. 
The journalists eventually settle down.
DAVID TREMAN (CONT'D)
Thank you. During a violent demonstration held outside of the White House today, the Presidents helicopter Marine One was involved in a horrific accident. Fortunately the President was not injured.
A hubbub of questions start immediately.
JOURNALIST 1
Where is the President now?
DAVID TREMAN
He's under medical observation.  We will issue a press release once we have more information. Next!
There is chorus of questions.
INT. PENTAGON -- LATER
Cy Biggs and Sean Booth sit at the table.  An angry David Treman enters and throws his notes on the table.
DAVID TREMAN
What the hell was that? Not injured? He's dead for God's sake.
SEAN
Calm down David.  We're just buying some time.
DAVID TREMAN
Time for what?  It's too late! He's dead!
SEAN
We need to put the people first. We need time to work out our options to protect them.
DAVID TREMAN
You're not protecting them, you're lying to them.  When do you plan on informing Vice President Reeve?
SEAN
Not yet. We know his stand on it.  The Canadian agenda must continue. 
Treman looks at the two men in disbelief. 
DAVID TREMAN
I can't go along with this.
SEAN
David!
CY
You don't have much option.
Cy keeps his eyes lowered.
SEAN
David!
DAVID TREMAN
Is that a threat?
SEAN
Be reasonable David. The wheels are in motion. We can't back down now.
David looks at them in silence 
He snatches up his notes. 
He heads for the door.
SEAN (CONT'D)
No-one's irreplaceable.
David stops at the door.  He turns to glare at Sean.
DAVID TREMAN
Even a President?
Sean is silent. 
David suddenly clicks.
DAVID TREMAN (CONT'D)
My God! Not Reynolds. You're bloody insane, You know that.  Both of you. 
David exits and slams the door. 
Cy glances over to Sean. Sean is calm.
SEAN
I'll handle him.
INT. FBI INTERROGATION ROOM -- AFTERNOON
The room is sparse with only a desk and two chairs.  
Devon, clean-shaven looks at himself in a two-way window. 
Sean Booth enters.  
Devon watches him go to the opposite side of the desk 
Sean sits.
SEAN
There's been a change of plan.
DEVON
I didn't know there was a plan.
Sean points to a chair. 
Devon hesitates a few seconds before sitting.
SEAN
What I am about to tell you is highly confidential. Nothing and I repeat, nothing, is to leave this room.  Is that clear?
Devon doesn't acknowledge.  Sean takes a deep breath.
SEAN (CONT'D)
The President is dead.  He died yesterday in a helicopter crash.
Devon tries to hide his surprise.
SEAN (CONT'D)
And that has put us in a very delicate position.  You're obviously aware of the Canadian situation.
Devon shrugs his shoulders; non-committal.
DEVON
I don't uh...
SEAN
We plan to continue with the President's last orders.
Devon remains silent.
DEVON
Which are? 
SEAN
To wipe out terrorist activity in  Canada.
Devon leans forward.
DEVON
Noble intentions.  What the hell has that got to do with me?
Sean stands up and walks away before turning to answer.
SEAN
We need a President.
Devon remains seated.
DEVON
And?
SEAN
Or someone who looks like him. 
It hits him. 
DEVON
You got to be kidding!
SEAN
Don't be too hasty.
DEVON
There is no way in hell I-.
SEAN
Just think about it.
Sean leans back. 
Devon looks at him in disbelief.
DEVON
Just like that?  You amaze me!
SEAN
The decisions made, you've just got to accept it.
Sean looks at his watch.
SEAN (CONT'D)
I'll give you a few minutes. 
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS -- MOMENTS LATER
David passes numerous desks.
Jason takes a sip from a cup of coffee. He sees David marching past an internal window.
JASON
Bunkie!
She looks up.
JASON (CONT'D)
Trouble.
INT. FBI OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
David bursts into their open plan office. He looks around and sees them. He heads towards Jason.
DAVID TREMAN
Where's Reynolds?
Jason stands.
JASON
Mr Booth gave strict instructions-
David turns to Bunkie.
DAVID TREMAN
Where's the Professor?
BUNKIE
In the detention suite sir!
DAVID TREMAN
Where's that?
Bunkie looks to Jason for support.
David leans into Jason's face.
DAVID TREMAN (CONT'D)
Where is he, agent..
He looks at Jason's desk name tag.
DAVID TREMAN (CONT'D)
Setaro?
Jason's mouth opens and closes.
David spins and exits the room. They see him ask and agent through the window. The agent points and David runs out.
Jason picks up his coffee. 
JASON
This ought to be interesting!
BUNKIE
Think we should follow?
INT. FBI INTERROGATION ROOM -- MOMENTS LATER
David bursts in. 
Sean and Devon looks up in surprise.
DAVID TREMAN
What are you doing Sean?
SEAN
Leave it alone David.
David pants with exertion.
DAVID TREMAN
You can't do this. Congress must be involved.
SEAN
The President ordered it.
DAVID TREMAN
He's dead. It's the Vice President's responsibility now. 
Sean looks at him saying nothing. 
David turns Devon. 
Sean reaches into his jacket. 
SEAN
Get out David.
David ignores him. 
DAVID TREMAN
You're free to go Professor; there's been a terrible mistake.
Devon looks at Sean.
Sean stands and approaches David. 
Devon jumps up to run. Sean barks at him
SEAN
Sit down Reynolds.
Sean pulls his gun and aims it at Devon.
David gets in between. 
DAVID TREMAN
Go Professor, I'll handle this.
SEAN
I'm warning you David. 
Devon runs to the door. 
DAVID TREMAN
This stops right now Sean. 
SEAN
Idiot.
Devon looks back. David calls back to him. 
DAVID TREMAN
Get out man, go!
Sean fires.  
Devon sees David fly back in a red mist, 
Devon runs out.
INT. FBI CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
SEAN (O.S.)
Reynolds.
He runs down the corridor.
Jason and Bunkie appear followed by more FBI employees.
He looks back at Jason and Bunkie running up behind him. Sean appears at the doorway.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Get him.
BUNKIE
(shouts)
Devon!
Devon tries two doors and gives up, he continues running down the corridor. 
He runs into two FBI OFFICERS. They fall.
An officer's gun goes sliding. Devon scrambles to his feet and picks it up as he goes.
FBI OFFICER
He's armed
The fallen officers hinder the pursuers. 
Devon gets to the end of the corridor. He tries the last door but it's locked. 
A bullet knocks slivers into his face as it hits the door frame. He flinches. 
He kicks the door open and rushes in.
INT. FBI CONFERENCE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
The room is large, he runs to the center. 
He looks around like a cornered animal. 
Sean appears in the doorway and points his guns and shoots.
SEAN
Give up! Reynolds. You're not going anywhere.
Devon runs to take cover behind a marble pillar.
He looks at the gun. 
He points it around the pillar and shoots. 
Sean ducks back into the corridor.
INT. FBI CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
Jason and Bunkie have their guns ready. Sean turns to them.
SEAN
Get him. 
Jason calls out to Devon.
JASON
Devon, don't be stupid!  Throw out the gun.  Give yourself up.
INT. FBI CONFERENCE ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
Devon is undecided.
JASON
Devon! If you throw out the gun we won't hurt you.
BUNKIE
Please do it Devon. 
Devon swears and puts his weapon on the floor.
DEVON
Okay, okay, don't shoot, I'm coming. 
He comes out from his cover and walks towards the door with his hands up. 
Jason peers in first then comes in and grabs Devon's arm.  
Bunkie retrieves the gun.
JASON
You really screwed up this time.
Jason, Bunkie escort Devon out of the room. 
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS STAIRWELL -- CONTINUOUS
Sean steps up to him and hits him in the stomach.
BUNKIE
Hey! 
SEAN
Don't ever run from me again. Lock him up!
Sean punches him again in parting. Jason and Bunkie release their grip. 
Devon shrugs them off and runs.
Sean reacts instantly and runs after him again.   
Devon disappears down the stairs.  Sean, Jason and Bunkie follow.
EXT. FBI PARKING LOT -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon rushes out the building and tries the handle of the nearest car.   
It's locked.
He runs to another. 
Sean, Bunkie and Jason race across the lot at him.  Sean takes aim.
Bunkie sees Sean.  
She hits his hand as he shoots.
Sean glares at her.  He shouts to Jason.
SEAN
Arrest her!
Sean continues after Devon.  Jason runs up and stops, panting next to Bunkie.
JASON
What's that all about?
Bunkie shrugs her shoulders then runs off.  She shouts back at a confused Jason.  
BUNKIE
He's having a moment.
He takes off after her.
Devon tries another car handle, it's unlocked but Sean's voice stops him opening it.
SEAN
Hold it!
He looks up to see Sean's gun pointed at his head across the roof of the car.
SEAN (CONT'D)
You don't have a choice, Reynolds.
Sean moves around the car to Devon's side.  The gun unwavering.
Devon still holds the door handle, but steps back as Sean steps close to handcuff him.
BUNKIE (O.S.)
Don't shoot him!
Sean glances over the roof in her direction.
Devon forcefully opens the door against Sean with his left hand and round houses him with his right into his face.
Sean is knocked against the car.  Devon kicks him in the crutch.  He buckles in pain.  Devon knees his face.
The gun drops.
Devon picks it up. Bunkie arrives.
BUNKIE (CONT'D)
Devon don't, we can sort this out.
Sean kicks Devon's foot, almost knocking him over.
He jumps into the car.
Bunkie on instinct, jumps into the back seat.
Dirt splatters her foot as the wheels spin.
INT. FBI CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Devon drives.  They are breathing hard.  
BUNKIE
What the hell are you doing?
DEVON
What's it look like? Trying to escape.
EXT. STREET -- CONTINUOUS
A mass of anti invasion protesters block their way.
INT. FBI CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Devon turns sharply.
EXT. WASHINGTON STREETS -- CONTINUOUS
The car bounces onto the sidewalk and smashes through a hedge. Pedestrians scatter. The vehicle swerves back onto the road.
INT. FBI CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Bunkie pulls herself up in the back.
BUNKIE
Slow down! You're going to kill someone. Geez! Why does Booth want with you?
DEVON
He's crazy. He wants me to masquerade  as the President.
BUNKIE
What?
DEVON
That was my reaction. He wants me to head the invasion.
Bunkie holds on as he turns again. 
BUNKIE
Why would he want you to act as the President?
DEVON
'Cause he's dead! 
EXT. STREET -- CONTINUOUS
Devon screeches around a corner and down a one way alley.
A car heads up the one way. 
INT. FBI CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Devon slams on the brakes. Bunkie slams the back of the seat.
He puts the car into reverse floors it. 
BUNKIE
What?
EXT. FBI CAR -- CONTINUOUS
The tires mount the curb and stop.
INT. FBI CAR -- CONTINUOUS
He turns to her.
DEVON
Sounds like you know less than me!
She opens the door.
BUNKIE
Move over!
EXT. OGDENSBURG BORDER CROSSING -- MORNING
Thousands of protesters are gathered around the area.
Robert pushes through a throng of people. He carries a six pack of beer in his hand.
He emerges into a clearing filled with tents. Many have fires going.
He steps his way between them and approaches a tent and enters.
EXT. WOOD CABIN -- MORNING
The sun rises above a small wooden cabin almost hidden in the trees.  The sound of wood being chopped can be heard.
The ax slices a log in two.
Devon picks up some pieces and heads to the cabin. 
INT. WOOD CABIN -- MOMENTS LATER
Devon enters the cabin carrying wood.  Bunkie puts her phone to her ear.
DEVON
Who you calling? 
Devon puts some logs in the burning fireplace.
BUNKIE
Jason.
Devon accepts the info and pokes the fire
INT. JASON'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
Jason pulls into the FBI parking lot as his phone rings.  He parks before answering.
JASON
Bunkie, thank God you're OK, Where are you?....and Reynolds?
BUNKIE (V.O.)
He's fine. What do you know about the President?
Jason remains in his car.
JASON
The President?  What's to know?
Jason exits the car.
EXT. JASON'S CAR -- CONTINUOUS
He stops, not believing the news.
JASON
Either Booth's flipped or Devon's delusional.
Jason heads towards the building. 
JASON (CONT'D)
Only his pride, but he's implicated Reynolds in Treman's murder.
INT. WOOD CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
Bunkie glances at Devon with concern.
DEVON
Any word about me?
INT. FBI OFFICE -- CONTINUOUS
Jason enters the corridor and looks through the internal window to his desk.
Two agents are waiting there, glancing over his papers.
JASON
There's a couple of internals at my desk.
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
BUNKIE
So now?
JASON (V.O.)
Stay where you are.  I'll get back to you.
Bunkie switches off her phone and plops down next to Devon.
BUNKIE
I guess we wait and see.
DEVON
Is it safe to call home?
Bunkie offers her phone. Devon takes his out his pocket and holds it up.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Thanks! I'm loaded.
INT. MICHELE'S KITCHEN -- MORNING
The phone rings.  
Michele puts her cup of coffee down and walks to the phone and answers. 
MICHELE
Hello?  Oh hello stranger.  Are you having breakfast with the President?
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
Devon stands on the far side of the cabin away from Bunkie. He talks intimately. 
DEVON
Hardly.  You won't believe what's happening south of the border.
EXT. HELICOPTER BLAINE BORDER CROSSING -- MORNING
Three US military helicopters fly over a line of military trucks as they pull into an army tent area.
DEVON (V.O.)
I've been told to pose as President Van Steyn,..Yeah, as the President... 
EXT. US SIDE BORDER CROSSING TENT AREA -- CONTINUOUS
The trucks pull up and park in a line.
Soldiers jump out.
DEVON (V.O.)
Yeah, To invade Canada of course!
INT. MICHELE'S KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS
Michele is distracted by Carrie.  She walks though wearing a baggy outfit with a white shirt that has a huge Ban the Bomb sign across the front and back.
MICHELE
Sounds like you're having fun, just a minute.
She covers the phone, Carrie opens the fridge and looks in.
MICHELE (CONT'D)
You're not going to another rally with Robert?
Carrie takes out a six pack.
She dumps it on the table, opens another cupboard.
CARRIE
Yep, he's there now. We're gonna storm the bridge.
She takes out a pack of chips, grabs the beer leaves. Michele is annoyed. She's gets caught in the phone line as she swivels to watch Carrie leave.
MICHELE
Haven't you learned anything..Devon, Can I call you back.
DEVON
Not really.  I'm -
MICHELE
Okay just hold on then, I have a problem with Carrie.
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
Devon drops the phone from his ear. He mutters.
DEVON
No! Really!
Bunkie smiles. She takes the cups away.
A voice crackles on Devon's cell. He hold it to his ear.
DEVON (CONT'D)
You don't believe me do you?
INT. MICHELE'S KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS
Michele runs her hands through her hair.
MICHELE
About the President.  No 'course not.  I thought you were joking.
She leans against the wall.
MICHELE (CONT'D)
Okay I'm listening.
She slowly slides down the wall and ends up sitting on the floor.
Michele lets it sink in.
DEVON (V.O.)
Michele? 
MICHELE
I'm here.
INT. LOG CABIN -- CONTINUOUS
Devon throws another log on the fire.
DEVON
So what do you think?
INT. MICHELE'S KITCHEN -- CONTINUOUS
Michele is deliberate.
MICHELE
I think you should do it.
She has to move the phone from her ear at his response. She puts it back.
MICHELE (CONT'D)
Dev..De- Devon.
She sighs and holds the phone down as Devon's voice blasts. She lifts it again and shouts.
MICHELE (CONT'D)
Devon! Just shut up and listen.
EXT. CANADA SIDE BORDER CROSSING -- CONTINUOUS
Commercial trucks are backed up along the side of the road.  Canadian military vehicles line the fence.  Protesters camp a little further along the fence.
INT. TENT -- DAY
NEWSPAPER HEADLINES - DAVID TREMAN MURDERED - CANADIAN CONNECTION 
The paper folds over.
Robert is lying on his sleeping bag reading a newspaper. Empty beer cans lie around. He looks up as a wrapped hamburger hits his paper.
ROBERT
Hey! What took you so long.
Carrie dumps the six pack on his gut and plonks down next to him. He takes two beers from the pack and hands her one.  There's a double hiss as they're opened. 
Robert takes a gulp and balances the beer next to him.  He unwraps the burger and bites it.
Carrie picks up the paper and looks at the front page.
CARRIE
My mother had a hissy fit when I left.  She heard that some protesters where killed at Peace Arch.
ROBERT
Shit happens.  We're trying to stop a war. Not like Professor 'girly man' Reynolds. What's happened to him anyway? 
CARRIE
Don't know.  He was on the phone when I left.  He's actually quite sweet.
He throws the wrapping out the open tent door.
ROBERT
Yeah sweet's the word.  Imagine him at a rally. He'd crap himself.
She laughs. He rolls over and grabs her breast.
CARRIE
Hey, What if someone looks in?
He lifts himself up and straddles her.
ROBERT
They're too busy preparing for the march to-morrow.
EXT. US SIDE BORDER CROSSING TENT AREA -- CONTINUOUS
Soldiers carry wooden arsenal crates into a prefabricated building.
An officer stands behind a personnel vehicle and points to tents as new arrival soldiers jump off.
US MILITARY OFFICER
On the double!  Follow the others. 
Two soldiers stop and look apprehensively across the river.  
INT. FBI CAR -- LATER
Devon sits in the drivers seat.  Bunkie drives.
BUNKIE
You don't have to give yourself up.
Devon stares ahead. 
DEVON
Ah huh.
BUNKIE
Okay!  I just hope you know what you're doing.
DEVON
I don't. I just Michele does.
INT. PENTAGON -- CONTINUOUS
The Chiefs of Staff are huddled at a long table.  Cy sits at the head. 
Sean Booth talks to them via video intercom.
SEAN
The President has given us the green light.  Operation Clean Sweep is on.
Cy picks up a pointing stick and points to several points along the border on a large map.
EXT. TEMPORARY MILITARY AIR BASE -- CONTINUOUS
3 huge CH-47Chinook helicopter are being prepared with ammunition.  
CY
We have three Ch-47's at each of these bases. Special anti personnel units are standing by.
INT. PENTAGON -- CONTINUOUS
GENERAL
What about the border posts? 
CY
I'm guessing you'll have your hands full. 
EXT. CROSSING CANADA SIDE -- CONTINUOUS
The Canadian military stand in front of a large group of protesters.  Robert is in front, a Balaclava covers his face.  Carrie is next to him.
Robert turns and raises his arm.
ROBERT
Let's go!
Banners are hoisted, with a roar they head forward.
A corporal shouts to his men. 
CORPORAL
C squad Stand-by.
Canadian soldiers hold up and their shields and form a human wall. The protesters run at them with sticks and rocks.
Soldiers and protesters clash violently.
Robert swipes at the soldiers.  Carrie ducks under his swinging stick.
People are violently crushed against the bridge side rails and are heaved over to fall screaming into the water below.
EXT. CROSSING U.S. SIDE -- CONTINUOUS
A siren sounds.  Soldiers rush out of their tents and line up with their weaponry.  
A Sergeant Major directs his subordinates via a two way radio attached to his helmet.
SERGEANT MAJOR
Secure the bridge. Let's go!
EXT. BORDER CROSSING BRIDGE NO-MANS LAND -- CONTINUOUS
The front line of protesters have broken through the Canadian forces and run at the US troops.
US MILITARY OFFICER
Prepare to fire. 
U.S. foot SOLDIER 1 cocks his weapon.
SOLDIER 1
I can't do this! My sister's married to a Canadian.
SOLDIER 2
My wife's one.  Damn the President!
Soldier 1 glares at Soldier 2.
SOLDIER 2 (CONT'D)
Hey, damn the terrorists!
EXT. BORDER CROSSING US SIDE -- CONTINUOUS
Sergeant Major looks through his binoculars.
SERGEANT MAJOR
Squad sergeant fire a warning volley over their heads.  On my mark.
EXT. BORDER CROSSING BRIDGE NO-MANS LAND -- CONTINUOUS
Robert runs with Carrie following closely. The sound of distant gun fire is almost muted against the shouts of the protesters.
Bullets ricocheted off the steel trusses.
A whining bullet fragment tears into Carries shoulder. She screams as she falls and is trampled by protesters.
Robert stops and frantically forces his way back to her.
He kneels next to her and checks her wound. Carrie screams in pain. Protesters kick her as they try to jump over her.
ROBERT
I can't believe they are shooting at us. We gotta get you outta here.
A second volley sounds. He helps her up and they make their way hurriedly back with the rest of the retreating protesters.  
EXT. TEMPORARY MILITARY AIR BASE -- CONTINUOUS
Huge Ch-47 Chinook helicopter twin rotors spin forcefully.
Strike force soldiers sit side by side as the helicopter takes off.  
It follows two others heading North.
INT. CANADIAN NATIONAL SECURITY -- CONTINUOUS
A green radar monitor picks up specks.
RADAR OPERATOR
Captain We're picking up three in coming aircraft from the US.
EXT. CANADIAN AIR FORCE BASE -- CONTINUOUS
A siren sounds as pilots rush out to their Arrow Cf100 strike craft.
Four take off.
EXT. CANADIAN ARROW -- CONTINUOUS
The four jets fly side by side.
INT. ARROW COCKPIT -- MOMENTS LATER
The pilot surveys the horizon.
CONTROL TOWER (V.O.)
We have more reported sightings, possibly Chinooks.  Attempt visual.
PILOT SQUAD LEADER
Alter course to bearing 36 south.  Confirm visuals.
He pulls the joystick over. 
EXT. CANADIAN ARROW -- CONTINUOUS
The jets bank sharply one by one.
INT. US MILITARY CONTROL TOWER -- CONTINUOUS
An officer moves from a row of radar monitors. 
US OFFICER
(mutters)
This is ridiculous.
He pushes an alarm button.
EXT. US MILITARY RUNWAY -- CONTINUOUS
Pilots scramble to their planes at the sound of the alarm.
INT. US MILITARY CONTROL TOWER -- CONTINUOUS
The officer picks up a phone.
US OFFICER
Get me HQ. Now! 
The officer looks out the window to see the Hawks taking off. 
US OFFICER (CONT'D)
HQ this is leader Air force Base three.  Canada has launched craft to intercept.  What are my orders?
He slams the table at the quick response.
US OFFICER (CONT'D)
With all due respect, engaging will be an act of war. Is the President prepared to go that far? 
INT. PENTAGON -- CONTINUOUS
Cy and the Chiefs of Staff view a large map. 
Sean Booth is connected via Videophone. Cy looks to the video screen.
CY
I've given the order to retaliate. But I need the President to confirm.
SEAN
He'll be addressing Congress shortly. Can you hold off till then?
EXT. AERIAL -- CONTINUOUS
The Canadian jets are in range of three US helicopters 
CY (V.O.)
We don't have the luxury of time.  They will open fire if attacked.  
SEAN (V.O.)
The President will agree.  Carry on.
CY (V.O.)
Thank you.  I'll give instructions.
INT. FBI CORRIDOR-- CONTINUOUS
Sean carrying a lap top hurries down the corridor followed by a HAIRDRESSER with an aluminum case
INT. FBI HEADQUARTERS - EXT-- CONTINUOUS
Jason and Bunkie are at the door. 
SEAN
Open, open, open.
INT. FBI DETENTION SUITE -- CONTINUOUS
Devon stands as Sean and the hairdresser enter.
SEAN
Sit down. 
Devon sits.
The hairdresser puts the case down, opens it and takes out hair styling equipment. 
She lays out a suit.
She starts from behind him. Devon looks from the suit to Sean opening his computer opposite him.
SEAN (CONT'D)
You're going to address Congress.
Devon tries to stand, the hairdresser pulls his shoulders back.
DEVON
What!  No no..I agreed to visual appearances only.  No actual talk-
SEAN
- Change of plan. 
DEVON
No! No change of plan,...How can I? I don't sound like him.
Sean hands Devon a piece of paper.
SEAN BOOTH
Read it.
Devon looks at the page skeptically.  He starts reading.
DEVON
My fellow Americans thank you for..
SEAN
That's enough.
Sean types on the keyboard and President Van Steyn's voice emanates from the computer.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Now you do.
EXT. WASHINGTON STREETS -- LATER
The streets are crowded with shoulder to shoulder protesters.
DEVON (V.O.)
What will I, he, be saying?
INT. LIMOUSINE -- CONTINUOUS
SEAN (O.S.)
You'll just read the prompter.
Devon is dressed as the President, he watches Sean who is looking out the window. 
DEVON
And if I refuse?
Sean looks meaningfully at him.
SEAN
You won't. I believe you're acquainted with a certain Michele Watts?    
Devon looks him with disgust.
DEVON
Well aren't you the brave man, threatening defenseless women
Sean leans at him.
SEAN
It takes a brave men get things done.
Sean leans back and watches the protesters passing.
SEAN (CONT'D)
Not that you would know.
Devon looks from him to out the window.
EXT. WASHINGTON STREETS -- CONTINUOUS
The limo races past the crowds lining the streets. 
EXT. HOSPITAL -- DAY
Michele rushes up to the entrance and enters.
INT. HOSPITAL WARD -- CONTINUOUS
Michele enters the room. 
Carrie is lying flat on the bed.  
She turns her head slightly to see her mother enter. Michelle comes over to the bed and kisses Carries forehead.
MICHELE
How you feeling?
CARRIE
Doin' good. Where's Rob?
Michele pushes her daughters hair back.
MICHELE
Don't know. I wish you would forget that idiot. He's going to get you killed one day. 
CARRIE
You so over protective! Is there anything on the news about yesterday?
Michele takes the remote and turns on a television.
A NEWS ANCHOR talks.
Michele turns up the sound.
NEWS ANCHOR
-...will give a National address at the congress within the hour. 
MICHELE
This is serious. People are starting to die. You're lucky to be alive. Promise me you won't go back.
CARRIE
I must mom, only cowards quit. Speaking of cowards. You heard from Devon?
Michele takes Carries hand and hesitates before she shakes her head. 
MICHELE
I wish you wouldn't talk like that about him. He's probably doing much more that all the protesters put together.
CARRIE
As if!
INT. CANADIAN ARROW COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The pilot looks sideways out his window. Three helicopters hover to his left. He passes to do a wide return to them.
ARROW PILOT (V.O.)
US aircraft, You are invading Canadian Air space, please respond.
EXT. AERIAL -- CONTINUOUS
The helicopters continue forward with no response. 
ARROW PILOT
Charlie One this is Delta, I'm going to buzz them.
The Arrow flashes closely past the nose of the lead helicopter.
The pilot pulls up and banks sharply. The wing of a US jet flashes close by.
ARROW PILOT (CONT'D)
Holy Shit, where'd that come from?
EXT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
The limousine pulls up outside the White house. 
Sean follows Devon as they walk down the corridor. 
Devon slouches slightly, Sean punches him discretely in the small of his back. Devon straightens up.
INT. WHITE HOUSE CORRIDOR -- CONTINUOUS
Devon leads the group as they stop at a large double door.  
Jason enters and holds the doors open for Devon and Sean.
INT. WHITE HOUSE JOINT ASSEMBLY ROOM -- CONTINUOUS
A hundred seated Senators stand and applaud. 
Devon and Sean go towards the podium. 
The Congress sit; 
Sean gives Devon a small shove towards the podium microphone. 
Devon walks up hesitantly and surveys the audience; all eyes watch him expectantly.
He sees Cy at the back of the room talking into a radio. 
EXT. ARROW COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The pilots looks out his window to see two US Hawks maneuvering around the helicopters.
ARROW PILOT 2
Tower, the Chinooks have armed escorts Do we engage?
TOWER
Hold that thought.
INT. PARLIAMENT BUILDINGS OTTAWA -- CONTINUOUS
Devon clears his throat.
His image is captured in the black and white monitor of a television camera.
Sean approaches Devon. He whispers.
SEAN
Read the prompters!
Sean moves away and indicates that he should talk.
Devon looks at the audience in desperation. 
He clears his throat again.
DEVON
Ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you are familiar with the official national security policy on terrorists and on countries harboring terrorists.
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Devon takes out his handkerchief and wipes his brow. 
The green luminous words glow from the transparent boards in front of him. 
Expectant faces wait. Many are hostile. 
At the back Bunkie and Jason watch. 
He glances at Sean who frowns and indicates that he should continue reading.
DEVON
We all know the line an eye for an eye..
INT. HOSPITAL -- CONTINUOUS
Carrie and Michele faces flicker with the light of the television.
Devon's nervousness shows on the television screen.
CARRIE
Prick!
Michele slaps Carries hand playfully. 
MICHELE
Carrie! 
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Devon concentrates.
DEVON
And so I call on you, the American Nation, to stand together. Stand together and... 
INT. HOSPITAL -- CONTINUOUS
Carrie reaches for the remote.
DEVON (V.O.)
...Pluck out the eye of those that attack us. It is time to-
Michele grabs it.
CARRIE
Come on! I'm feeling nauseas just watching him.
MICHELE
You'll survive, you're already in a hospital. Just watch, you might learn something.
Devon stares upwards for a few seconds 
MICHELE (CONT'D)
Honey! What are you doing?
Carrie looks at her, slightly confused. 
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Cy goes over to an angry Sean.
CY
What the hell's he waiting for?
Devon looks directly at Sean, then at the audience.
DEVON
Ladies and Gentlemen, I originally planned to persuade you to take up arms against our neighbors in the North.
Sean steps forward, then stops.
DEVON (CONT'D)
No, they're more than just neighbors, they're our friends. I'd go even further. Canada and the United States are like twins. Twins joined at the hip. 
As one the Senators lean forward in the chairs.
DEVON (CONT'D)
If one twin has a cold do you cut it's head off? Of course not. The body would die. The logical solution would be to work together on a remedy.
Sean is fuming. He tries to catch Devon's eye. 
Some of the Senators start shouting. He holds up his arms for quiet. They subside.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Of course we hurt whenever terrorists attack us, or kill innocent citizens. Of course we want to stop them. Who wouldn't? 
Sean comes forward and puts his hand over the microphone and talks confidentially to Devon.
SEAN
What are you doing?
DEVON
Trying to stop this stupidity.
SEAN
I'm warning you Reynolds. Read the damn prompt. This is not a request.
The audience starts mumbling. Sean pulls out his gun and nudges it into Devon's back. 
Sean moves back slightly behind Devon.
DEVON
I apologize for the interruption. As I was saying; our two countries are so intertwined, financially, economically, personally. Hell! How many of you are related to Canadians?
More than half of the Senators raise their hands.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Polite bunch eh?
There's a ripple of laughter from the Senators.
Sean comes forward and points his gun to Devon's head. He raises his hands.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Whoa! 
Security guards pull their weapons and aim at Sean.
Sean pushes Devon aside still with the gun to his head. 
SEAN
Ladies and Gentlemen, don't be alarmed. This man is not President Ward Van Steyn. 
The FBI agents are unsure who to arrest. Security guards wave their guns between Sean and Devon. Cy steps forward.
CY
Do as he says!
EXT. AERIAL -- CONTINUOUS
An Arrow does a wide circle up above the helicopters then turns and lines them up.
INT. ARROW COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The pilot looks through his sites.
He opens the firing launcher and presses the button.
EXT. ARROW -- CONTINUOUS
Two rockets launch from each wing.
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
Agents run up to the stage with their guns drawn.
DEVON
Whoa Everyone put your guns away.
They get close enough to aim at all three men. Devon shouts.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Ladies and gentlemen Being in the FBI Sean obviously is privy to inside information.
He turns to Sean.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Who do you think I am Sean?
Sean speaks into the microphone. 
SEAN
I know it sounds crazy but this man is a clone.
Devon looks to the audience with feigned surprise. 
DEVON
Of course I am, you got me.
He turns to the audience and shrugs his shoulders.
They laugh nervously.
EXT. AERIAL -- CONTINUOUS
The Canadian and US aircraft maneuver for firing positions. A US Hawk lines up a Canadian Arrow.
INT. ARROW COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The sound of a locked target beeps in the pilots ears and is confirmed by his visual graphics.
INT. WHITE HOUSE -- CONTINUOUS
SEAN
Tell them!
DEVON
Easy!
Agents spring into action. All guns point at Sean.
SEAN
Tell them! Damn you
DEVON
I already did. They don't believe me!
Sean grabs Devon's glasses and holds them up.
SEAN
It's true. These are fake.
Devon drops his hands and elbows Sean's rib cage.
Sean doubles over.
Devon spins and snaps his knee up into Sean's face, flooring him.
The gun drops and the agents rush in amidst wild applause from the Senators.
Devon returns to the podium arms raised like a victorious boxer. The congress applaud loudly
Cy points to Devon.
CY
He isn't the President!
SENATOR
(shouts)
Then he should be!
There are a few calls of 'Hear Hear' followed by applause.
CY
Security remove this man. Now!
Devon turns to Cy.
DEVON
Shut up General. I'm giving the orders.
They glare at each other.
Cy runs at Devon.
Devon side steps and trips Cy who falls flat. 
DEVON (CONT'D)
Take him!
Jason and Bunkie are amongst the agents and security that arrest Sean and Cy. 
Devon straightens his tie and jacket.
The Senators applaud him.
DEVON (CONT'D)
I won't keep you any longer ladies and gentlemen. All those in favor of ending the illegal invasion of Canada, raise your hands and say Aye.
From the room there is a resounding: AYE followed by applause.
Bunkie looks on smiling.
Jason helps the agents lead Sean and Cy away.
INT. HOSPITAL -- CONTINUOUS
Michele clenches her fists and shakes them excitedly.
MICHELE
Yes, yes! 
Carrie looks at her.
CARRIE
(mutters)
What's with you?
INT. ARROW COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The sound of a locked target disappears. The gauges show the impending attack has stopped
ARROW PILOT
Hey Charlie, What's happening?
The pilot looks down to see the helicopters turning south.
EXT. AERIAL -- CONTINUOUS
A HAWK lowers itself parallel to the ARROW
INT. ARROW COCKPIT -- CONTINUOUS
The US Pilot waves at the Canadian, then drops away.
ARROW PILOT 2
Tower. What just happened? 
EXT. BORDER CROSSING BRIDGE NO-MANS LAND -- CONTINUOUS
Soldiers are laughing with their guns in the air.
A protester cracks a beer and offers the Sergeant Major. He takes it.
A female runs up to a US officer and kisses him. 
Protesters have their arms in the air and singing Give Peace a Chance.
EXT. US MILITARY RUNWAY -- AFTERNOON
The Hawks touch down with a puff of smoke. 
INT. PEACE ARCH BORDER CROSSING -- CONTINUOUS
Truckers climb into their trucks. 
Exhausts puff smoke as they start. 
Horns make a huge noise.
INT. HOSPITAL -- CONTINUOUS
Michele is laughing with tears in her eyes. 
Her cell phone rings and she answers.
MICHELE
Hello!
DEVON
Hi Mich, This is the President
Michele laughs.
EXT. RIDEAU RIVER -- AFTERNOON
The river flows slowly past. The sun on the horizon reflects warmly in the water. Two figures are silhouetted, 
Two more approach
ROBERT
We didn't see you around for the protest.
Devon looks up at Rob. 
He whispers in Michele's ear then stands.  
Devon walks up to Robert,
He takes his arm and leads him a little way away. 
Devon puts his hand behind his head and bends it forward as if talking confidentially.
DEVON
You'd better smarten up when you talk to Michele or myself. Sonny.
Rob tries to lift his head to look at Devon but Devon holds it down.
DEVON (CONT'D)
Because if you don't I'm going to break your legs. Do we understand each other?
Rob tries again to lift his head then squirms his way out by backing out. 
He goes back about five feet then charges Devon. 
Devon waits until he is close then side steps and lands a right handed sucker punch on his jaw. 
Rob is thrown back and lies there groaning. Carrie runs to him.
Rob sits up groggily. Blood running form his nose. Devon holds his hand out to him. 
He looks up and accepts a hand up. Once up he smiles at Devon.
ROBERT
You should have been at the rally. We needed someone like you to stop the war.
DEVON
I did my bit.
They walk towards the girls.
ROBERT
Oh? 
DEVON
Nothing too big.
ROBERT
Ah!
Michele takes Devon's hand. 
Devon looks at Rob. 
Ron raises his hand and waves. 
They sit on a bench and watch the river for a while.
MICHELE
So Mr. President, how do you plan to bring about world peace?
He puts his arm around her and they snuggle closer together as they watch the setting sun.
DEVON
Who knows? It's really up to the younger generation.
THE END - (Possible music to end credits - "Teach your   Children - Crosby Stills and Nash)