Opening sequence screenplay

INT. MIDDLE OF DESERT. NIGHT

JOHN who was no normal person with his beaten down jacket and
old rancid boots was never given the same chances as

if that meant working for the mafia and taking part in
everybody and had to do what was needed to be successful even

underground boxing!

John wakes up lying in a pool of his own blood. He

frantically looks from side to side checking no one is

watching him while he lays their lifeless almost fighting for

his life

                   JOHN

                   (IN DISTRESS)

FUCK!

John tries to use all his force to stand up on to his feet
but fails due to the injuries he sustained. he just lays

there all his energy drained and wonders to himself what did

I get myself in to.

speeding cars pummel down a deserted road followed by three

other not stopping for anything or anyone. the sand under the
tires was creating a storm in the air, the only sounds being

for a few seconds then vanished into the distance.

made was by the menacing black glimpses who were only seen

John wakes up with the shock of his life, cars approaching

from the distance can be heard getting closer and closer by
the minute they stop but nothing can be seen due to the

able to see around him apart from that nothing can be seen.
minimalistic lighting only the moon is what kept john being

the closer the cars got the faster John's breathing got his

heart was beating out of chest suddenly the cars stopped.

John waits nervously for more movement to be heard around him
his breathing could be heard from a mile away and the longer

passing.

john was waiting the more scared he got the longer time was

EXT. IN A MOVING CAR. NIGHT

DAMIEN who wore a slick black suit with a black tie and never
left his cigar behind and wore a bright gold chain passed

down by his prestigious family clan.

with a stern look on his face looks into the distance not

saying a word while smoking a cigar, his associates around
him understood the mood in the car and did not say a word

either they didn't want to get on Damiens bad side.

their cars frantically came to a stop almost skidding across
the road in doing so. the men all got out of their cars

including Damien they tension was high no one knew exactly
what they were looking for until Damien spotted multiple

spots of blood on the floor the evil but smart Damien let out

a grin

         Damien

              (confidently )

I FOUND YOU!

John could hear the men speaking in a foreign language this

immediately made him sit up in pain he knew he had to escape
no matter what he knew if these men got to him it was over

john started crawling for his life the blood stained the sand

beneath him.

John decides to maneuver his way to his feet in the hopes of
surviving the night. He exhales a deep sigh as he takes his

first step, fumbling in the process. The distinct foreign
chatter is creeping into his senses. He slowly recaps the

events that led up to his current situation which implements
a sense of fear through his pores. He begins dragging his

feet across the sand with the pace of a snail.

Suddenly, John hears the sounds of gunfire roaming the air.

         thug 1

(anger)

         YOUR FUCKED, YOU HEAR ME, YOUR FUCKED

         JOHN.

John contemplates whether he should simply give up his last

breath or strive for survival.

         John

         (quietly to himself)

         WHY DID I DO THIS?!

He hears the faint footsteps get closer to him arousing his

senses. 

He turns around and sees two men dressed identically

bearing flashlights. 

It is obvious they are looking hard for

John. John dives into the sand and curls himself into a ball
to reduce his surface area. he glances up into the night sky

to enjoy the view of the stars for one last time.

thug 2

                   (IN DISTRESS)

         AY, IS THAT... IS THAT HIM

The flashlight discovers John forcing the bleeding man to

squint his eyes. He chuckles softly to himself knowing he is

going to encounter his demise.

thug 2

                   (EXCITED)

         HES OVER HERE, BOSS, I FOUND THE

TRAITOR

Damien rushes over to the sight and meets his former

disciple. He lights a cigar while watching his men pour

gasoline over the soon to be deceased john.

Damien

         (in relief)

         YOU ARE A TOUGH MAN TO FIND... WE

         COULD HAVE BEEN SO MUCH MORE JOHN BUT
LOOK AT THIS, YOU, IS THIS WHAT YOU

         WANTED. DID YOU THINK YOU WOULD GET

AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID? HUH!.......

         GOODBYE JOHN.

Damien lights up a cigar one last time and slowly pours
gasoline all over john Damien then throws his cigar and

flames erupt

THE END