"RED SPARROW" (2018)

RED SPARROW

A songbird chirps outside.

Gazing out windows at a magnificent rooftop view of Brussels in the hush before daybreak. To the right of the windows, a vanity with a large mirror and a sleeping cat on its tabletop.

The naked, tangled bodies of a YOUNG WOMAN and an OLDER MAN asleep on a bed can be seen in the mirror. A serene stillness as the sun breaks and floods the bedroom with warm light.

SUPER: "Brussels, Belgium. March, 1976"

IN THE MIRROR we see the woman roused by the sun. A beat. She beckons for his... Massages it to attention. Sliding up his chest, she straddles him. Husky gasps as she gracefully grinds down. The half-asleep man comes alive with her pleasure -- meets her movement, intensity building, their shuddered breaths become one --- until he cums and they collapse together...

ANGLE ON BED: sun-stroked lovers in a hazy embrace --- stoned with satisfaction, comfort --- good morning.

DOMINIKA EGOROV: mid twenties, natural, effortless beauty --- deep allure --- bohemian laissez-faire style and grace --- Jane Birkin but with haunted eyes.

Next to her,COLONEL FRANCOIS GUILLOT, a Belgian man, 50s.

Kissing Guillot, Dom gets out of bed, grabs the portable cassette player off the vanity --- a glance back at him as she disappears into the bathroom.

Guillot leans to a chair, a NATO uniform hanging off it. He pulls out a cigarette, lights up, takes a drag, smiles to himself as we HEAR water running into a tub in the bathroom.

Dom in front of a mirror, not so much looking at herself as she is forherself. An undercurrent of tension in her eyes. Moving to the clawfoot tub next to a big window, Dom cuts the water, hits play on her tape-deck: The Velvet Underground's "Sunday Morning" --- slips into the bath.

The tension in her eyes disappears when Guillot enters. He gets in the tub, sits across from her. They trade smiles.

Dom rolls her eyes, a "so cheesy" look at Guillot. Putting her feet on his chest, he soaps and lathers her legs up...

Dom grabs a safety razor, slowly begins to shave her legs.

Dom stops shaving, hard look at Guillot.

Guillot sits back and stares at her, stunned and confused.

Dom's gaze unwavering as the realization hits Guillot like a bat to the head.

He shuts his eyes, annihilated.

Guillot starts to cross his arms --- Dom leans in to touch him, prevent him from closing up --- and he SLAPS her hard, drawing blood. He recoils, horrified at himself, at her. Dom remains calm, maintains eye contact.

Guillot breaks down with a shattered, gallows chuckle.

Dom nods. After a beat ---

Guillot suddenly snatches the safety razor...

Dom lunges for the razor, but Guillot JAMS his legs hard against her chest and PINS her back. He pops out the blade, looks her dead in the eye and brutally slits open his wrists.

Guillot roughly holds a struggling Dom still as a cloud of blood gushes from his veins and into the water towards her --- and after a minute or so, he finally releases her. Dom jumps out of the bath, body stained with blood.

Guillot reclines to bleed out in comfort. Finally Dom turns, wets a towel in the sink, quickly cleaning herself.

They share a last look. He turns to gaze out the window.

Dom leaves the bathroom. After a few beats, her footsteps rushing out of the apartment -- she shuts the door. And then all we can hear is a song bird CHIRPING outside.

SUPER TITLE CREDIT: "Red Sparrow"

FADE TO BLACK:

Drab, cramped living room sullied with the rubble of an all- night party. A pile of THREE NAKED BODIES passed out on the floor. Woman's SNORES over a radiator's wheeze.

SUPER: "Two Months Later. Moscow, Soviet Union"

Sandwiched between two plump BRITISH CHICKS isNATE NASH, a 30-something American with the wolfish, hardboiled good looks of a prizefighter. Unkempt, counter-culture vibe.

Waking up, Nate squints at his watch: 8:47am -- shit. He wiggles free and gathers his clothes.

In a brown corduroy suit, blue Lacoste shirt and military boots, Nate turns the sink on, vigorously splashes his face.

On the counter: a new bar of soap and bottle Chanel perfume. He sticks both in his jacket. The plump chick's panties and bra hang over the tub. Nate pockets those too.

Nate pops a couple of Dexedrine with some water --- then grabs a half-eaten steak, four eggs, apples from the fridge ---

We suddenly hear the Rolling Stones' "Jiving Sister Fanny" kick in --- as Nate exits the building next to the British Embassy wearing a bucket hat and mirrored aviators.

Storm clouds rolling in, he flips his collar up, heads for the gate. The EMBASSY SOLDIERS glare -- which Nate returns with a snarky grin.

MUSIC CONTINUING --- Outside the gate is a checkpoint guarded by FOUR SOVIET MILITIAMEN. As Nate passes through, he smoothly shifts into a hungover stagger.

Nate snap scans the street, casually clocks a VOLGA idling down the block, two guys in the front seat.

Lumbering down the sidewalk, Nate suddenly keels over against the wall and covertly sticks his finger down his throat.

MUSIC CONTINUING --- KGB#1 and KGB#2 chuckle as they watch Nate puke then head to his car, a beat-up, tangerine Zhiguli.

Nate listens to the Stones off a jerry-rigged 8-track tape player as he drives the drab and dreary streets. He cracks the eggs over his mouth, swallows them whole -- powering up.

Sunday morning traffic, easy for Nate to clock his KGB coverage: a rotation of 24 VEHICLES floating around him. Nate memorizes characteristics of each car: dinged bumper on the Volga, mismatched tire on the Lada van, etc...

Stopping at a red light, Nate's about to take a bite of steak when the Volga behind him lurches forward and rear ends him --- hurling Nate into the steering wheel...

Fucking pissed, Nate whips back to look at the smiling KGB#3 and KGB#4. Has to restrain himself from stomping ass.

The music ends as Nate parks his car, gets out and enters the Sandunovsky Banya.

KGB#5 and #6, already in towels, sit on the bench behind Nate as he disrobes, puts his gear into his locker. Wearing his bucket hat and towel, Nate leaves, KGB agents trailing.

A beat later, more KGB AGENTS rush to Nate's locker. KGB#7 has a key, opens it and they rifle through his things. KGB#8 pulls the perfume, sprays it, smells -- pockets it.

KGB#7 pulls the bra and panties out, holds them up. The crew gazes at them like they're looking into the face of god. KGB#9 swipes the panties from KGB#7. A tussle busts out ---

An annoyed KGB SKIPPER holds his hand out and they give him the panties and bra.

KGB#7 spritzes invisible NPPD dust on Nate's shoes, clothing.

A large Banya steamroom packed to the hilt with Muscovites sweating it out, shooting the shit. Nate sits on the 2nd tier bench, boiling down good, KGB on either side of him.

Nate explodes with crazy laughter and to his delighted surprise everyone in the steam joins him... Everyone but the KGBs --- who struggle not to laugh. Nate tosses KGB#5 his bar of soap --- marches out of the steam.

Dark clouds loom. Nate ambles down the sidewalk toting an umbrella, hyper-aware but feigning indifference. A BIG-NOSED MAN averts his eyes as Nate walks past. Boom, motherfucker just got made.

Nate approaches a CINEMA with "One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest" on the marquee.

An over-packed old theater --- VIEWERS sit in the aisles, stand against the walls. KGB#7&8 sit a few rows behind Nate.

All eyes on the last scene when the Chief kills McMurphy. Credits roll, APPLAUSE. Everyone shuffles to the exit simultaneously, creating a dense mob of bodies.

KGB#7 and #8 lose Nate, panic, shove through the crowd.

Light rain. KGB#9 & #10 in their car across from the theater watching the crowd exit. KGB#9 lifts a UV scope to his eye.

POV SCOPE: checking people's feet --- among the bustle, a pair of shoes glows. PAN UP to see the back of Nate in the rush as he opens his umbrella.

In a panic KGB#7 & #8 emerge from theater, hurry to the Volga.

KGB#9 (IN RUSSIAN) (nods to Nate) He's going to his car.

Relieved, they all hustle after him...

ANOTHER ANGLE: Amidst the hurrying throngs trying to get out of the rain, we catch the back of a MAN strolling down the block, trench coat collar popped, newsboy cap on. A gloved hand holds an open umbrella.

As he distances himself, we now see this is Nate, no sunglasses, different shoes -- he turns onto another street..

SERIES OF QUICK CUTS: Nate moving down rainy avenues, back streets, etc. Making sure he's clean of surveillance. He turns down an alley, disappears behind a tall wood fence ---

A LOADING DOCK FOR A BUTCHER. Nate pulls two garbage bags from a trash can. He opens one: a scrub brush and soap bottle. Looping a hose off the awning, Nate showers, naked and shivering -- furiously scrubbing his skin, nails, scalp...

Nate then opens the second bag, pulls out a towel, a new set of clothes and shoes --- and a set of car keys.

Nate in another car, a Lada. Pops a couple more Dexedrine.

QUICK SERIES OF CUTS: Nate driving through choke points, across bridges, switch-backing -- every detection move in the book... Nothing suspicious. He sold it, they bought it -- he's black.

Nate cautiously approachs a desolate apartment block with a messenger bag slung from his shoulder ---

Situational awareness peaking, pulse racing, Nate snap-scans the street for anything suspect --- doesn't see anything. He enters the building.

Nate enters the dimly-lit room, descends the steps, approaches another door. KNOCKS softly. And from behind Nate a VOICE --

Nate slowly turns to findGRU MAJOR GENERAL VLADIMIR KORCHNOI, a rugged, majestically-handsome man in his late-50s. Korch gives him a hard once-over and takes out the same UV scope the KGB used and carefully scans Nate for luminescence.

Nate holds out his hands to be scanned.

Satisfied, Korch cracks a warm smile and pulls Nate into a big, soul-brother bear hug and plants a big kiss on his cheek.

Korch ushers Nate into a modest janitor apartment, removes Nate's jacket, hangs it over a radiator and then SETS A COOKING TIMER FOR TWO HOURS.

Nate opens his bag, pulls out a shrink-wrapped Russian transistor radio, hands it to Korch.

He gives Korch shrink wrapped bottle of Russian vinegar.

Nate pulls out four shrink wrapped records that have been mocked up to look like they're Russian.

We HEAR Elvis Presley's "Gentle On My Mind", carrying us to ---

LATER: Nate and Korch at a table. Nate eats stew. Korch grooves deep to the Elvis as he smokes.

Through the smile, Nate sees the pain in Korch's eyes.

Nate flashes a screw-headed grin, but Korch is stonefaced.

Nate's grin turns into giggles --- but Korch is insistent.

Nate's giggles roil into hysterical laughter...

Nate crying, grabs Korch's arm and starts affectionately pounding on it. Korch can't help but start laughing too.

LITTLE LATER:Nate and Korch drinking tea. Korch smiles somberly along to Johnny Cash's "A Boy Named Sue."

Korch finds strength in the conviction in Nate's eyes.

The DING ON THE COOKING TIMER goes off. Both men are heartbroken that their night is coming to an end.

Korch pulls on gloves, takes off his boot and unfastens a secret pocket. Nate pulls out a Ziploc bag, holds it open. Korch dumps 42 rolls of microfilm into the bag. Nate's stunned by the volume.

Nate gives Korch a look of deep concern.

Korch slaps his hand over Nate's heart...

Nate nods solemnly. Korchnoi reaches into his jacket, pulls out a leather-bound book and offers it to Nate.

Nate takes the book, puts it and the bag of film into a secret pocket in his jacket. They embrace in a soulful hug.

Nate exits the building into the misty night. 3:30AM, city asleep -- he crosses the street and heads down the block...

HEADLIGHTS turn onto the street, cruising towards him -- a PATROL CAR with TWO MILITIAMEN. Nate shifts to a drunk shuffle. The Militiamen pull up, eyeing him suspiciously, lower the window -- Militia #1 shines a flashlight on Nate.

MILITIA #1 (IN RUSSIAN) What are you doing?

Nate pretends to be too fucked up to answer --- as he catches the outline of Korch leaving the alley behind the apartment and crossing through the adjacent field.

Militia#1 notices Nate's attention flicker and looks that way, sees Korch's shadow, realizes something's up --- when Nate savagely COLDCOCKS him twice ---

Nate BOLTS to a corner apartment block. Militia#2 explodes from the car in hot pursuit, screaming into his walkie talkie.

Nate bursts into the building, frantically looking around where to go --- scrambles up a stairwell --- a beat later, Militia#2 busts in, hears Nate's footsteps, follows ---

SECOND FLOOR HALLNate's at the end of the hall, trying to open a big window, but can't. He picks up a trash can and HAMMERS it against the glass --- spiderwebbing it. Just as he's about to swing again ---

MILITIA #2 (IN RUSSIAN) On your knees, hands behind your head!

Militia#2 is aiming his gun at Nate from the stairwell. Nate just smashes the window --- the guy fires a warning shot -- shattering the window.

Realizing what Nate's about to do, Militia#2 charges towards him just as --

Nate leaps out of the window and lands hard on his side -- SCREAMS in agony.

MILITIA #2 (IN RUSSIAN) He's American! He's American!

Nate looks up, sees Militia #2 in the window yelling into his radio. He scrambles to his feet and hobbles away ---

Nate rushes into an alleyway, but it's a dead end. ANOTHER PATROL CAR passes --- screeches to a stop, reverses, and turns into the alley.

Headlights sweep over Nate as the Patrol Car accelerates towards him -- Nate going all out -- the car rapidly closing the gap -- MILITIA#3 and #4 open their doors, leaving Nate no room --- going for a wall smear ---

Nate veers towards a drain pipe just as Militia#3 guns it towards him.

Nate leaps, grabs the pipe and swings up just as the car SMASHES into the wall, sideswipes the drainpipe and grinds to a halt, pinning the passenger door closed.

The pipe gives way -- Nate drops onto the car's roof, rolls onto the pavement.

Militia#3 opens the driver door, but Nate body checks it shut on the guy's head --- once -- twice -- three times.

The rains return.TIRE SQUEALS and ENGINE ROARS rise over the water slapping asphalt, seemingly from all directions.

Wincing in pain, Nate moves in the shadows. The rain falls harder, drowning out other noise. Patrols could be anywhere.

About to sprint to another alley, Nate suddenly freezes and instinctively pulls back into the dark just as a KGB LADA cruises by. He inches out, looks down the block ---

KGB, MORE MILITIA with flashlights and leashed DOGS. The search for Nate intensifying exponentially...

Frantically scanning for his next move, Nate spots a storm drain across the street -- a deluge flowing into it. He hustles over, drops to his stomach and tries to squeeze through the opening -- but he doesn't quite fit. He wedges himself in, getting stuck -- THE TORRENT OF RUNOFF WATER STARTING TO DROWN HIM --

With his last bit of strength, Nate pulls himself through just as the KGBs patrol past the alley, sweeping their lights.

Nate TUMBLES 7 feet into the sewer --- old rusty rebar slicing into his side before he splashes hard into a torrent of sewer water. He immediately vomits from the overwhelming stench.

Pulls out a flashlight. The pipe running in either direction is only three feet in diameter, half full with water/sewage.

With no choice, Nate bites on the flashlight, starts crawling through the pipe, shivering, struggling to keep his head above the rising river of shit. He crawls away from us, flashlight growing dimmer until we can no longer see it...

The KGB scours the area while questioning the Militiamen.

The pipe's filling up --- Nate can't keep his head above water and move at the same time.

He stops, bracing himself, peers back and ahead. Flips on his back -- a deep breath -- and lets go -- the torrent carrying him away -- roughly spitting him into a CROSS-CHAMBER --

Coming up with a GASP, Nate tries to orient himself before the raging current pushes him into another pipe --

He scrambles to grab onto a brick wall and SCRATCHES his way to an iron ladder --- he latches onto it and pulls himself up. Nate holds himself, trying to catch his breath.

Nate emerges from a sewer onto a widecommercial street.Rain has abated. Drained, freezing,he strains to pull the cover back over the manhole. He cuts over to a side street.

Nate holds his jacket up to the passenger window of a van and PUNCHES it in. He opens the door, gets in.

Nate zips up a dirty jump suit, his wet clothes in a pile.

He rips out wires under the steering wheel, hotwires the van, cranks the heat full blast, and starts driving.

Early morning. Nate turns onto Tchaikovsky St. and runs right into a gnarly traffic jam. He peers into the distance at the line of cars waiting to get into the US EMBASSY. Shit.

The large compound is surrounded by a tall brick wall topped with razor wire. The entrance gate features two checkpoints, the outer one manned by Soviet MILITIAMEN, the inner by US MARINES. A line of cars slowly being waved through.

The Militiamen examine each car and trunk, checking all occupants against a copy of Nate's diplomatic photo.

KGB AGENTS patrol along the lines of backed up cars, looking in windows, their GERMAN SHEPHERDS sniffing around.

Nate's trying to figure out what to do. He looks over to the embassy walls and is suddenly hit with a fucked idea ---

He rips the wheel around, peels over the sidewalk and parks flush alongside the embassy wall ---

He grabs his jacket --- and a canvas tarp --- from the back ---

Nate scrambles to the roof of the van --- sees a wave of Militiamen and KGB agents screaming towards him on the street ---

He tosses his balled-up jacket up over the wall, then throws the canvas tarp over the razor wire --- jumps up, grabs the top of the wall and uses all his strength to pull himself up and over the wall ---

Nate drops down, lands face first in a bush. A whole troop of US MARINES bum rushes towards Nate, M16s drawn ---

Nate throws his hands up. Recognizing Nate, MARINE#1 waves the rest to stand down.

MARINE#1 It's Nash, it's Nash.

They all walk over to help him up, but simultaneously stop and recoil from his stench.

MARINE#1 (CONT'D) Goddamn, Nash, you smell like the inside of a dead man's ass.

Nate's too blown out to do anything but smile and nod.

Lawrence Welk ELEVATOR MUZAK carries us into ---

A few CASE OFFICERS sit at desks along the walls. No windows, just two cipher doors at both ends of a cramped shoe box room. The muzak on a stereo drowns out the tele-types.

Battered but clean, Nate sits at his desk staring at "The Bubble": a hermetically sealed office floating on an air- cushioned platform. Above its door is an illuminated red light bulb and an idle green bulb.

The DEPUTY CHIEF OF STATION is eyefucking Nate from the next chair.

The light turns red to green. As Nate gets up, The Deputy Chief cuts him a hateful smile.

A few Case Officers chuckle. Nate code opens the Bubble door ---

Staring across his desk at Nate is GORDON GONDORFF, CHIEF OF MOSCOW STATION, mid-forties, beleaguered.

Gondorff's nose starts trickling blood. Nate gestures --

Gondorff pulls a few tissues, stuffs them in his nostril. He futzes with his nose throughout the rest of the scene.

This sends Nate spinning.

Overwhelmed with rage and disgust, Nate pops out of his chair.

Nate doesn't shake...

A large Dacha (country house) overlooks a rollicking retirement party for a GRU General. Music, kids playing, the top echelon of the Soviet complex getting shitfaced...

Amid the older heavies is the new wave:KGB LIEUTENANT COLONEL IVANOVICH EGOROV, 36, unconventionally attractive, modish groove, cool confidence. He plays GO and observes the action while holding court at a table of young KGB and GRU sharks.

A military vehicle pulls up to the party. Egorov observes TWO UNIFORMED OFFICERS get out and hurry to the most powerful person at the party,DEFENSE MINISTER SERGI GRENCHENKO.Taking Grenchenko aside, the Officers give him displeasing news.

ANGLE ON KORCH: seated on the grass, eyes shut, basking in the sun. VERA, early-50s, radiantly cute, sits next to him. Korch looks over and sees her smiling at him and smiles back, delighted to see her. He tenderly kisses her hands.

Charmingly awkward tension, like teenagers. Interrupted by A ROAR OF JABBERING, they turn toward a DEBAUCHED RETIRING GENERAL dancing and crying with a comrade. Vera chuckles...

Seeing that Korch is clueless, Vera takes a brave breath, puts her hand on his and locks eyes with him.

His surprise flits to delight -- which melts away when he's struck with the impossibility of it all. Reading his resignation as rejection, Vera fights back her vulnerability. Korch is about to apologize when a uniformed Soldier appears.

Gazing across the party at Egorov as he watches Korch and other powerful men heading inside, sensing something's up. His suspicion is confirmed when a soldier approaches him.

Egorov steps into a cozy den and finds Korch;GENERAL ANDRE SOKOLOV, FIRST DEPUTY CHIEF OF THE GRU; two senior-level KGB DEPUTIES for counterintelligence and operations, and A DEPUTY FOREIGN MINISTER.

Egorov's KGB seniors are irritated by his presence. Unruffled by their vicious glares, he nods at them respectfully.

Grenchenko, The Defense Minister, rumbles in, sits at a table with six chairs --- everyone but Egorov joins him. In the center of the table, a basket of freshly-picked mushrooms.

Easy to see that all but the Dep. Foreign Minister understands the ominous gravity of this revelation.

Picking a mushroom from the basket, Grenchenko pulls out a pocket knife and slices it into pieces.

The table contemplates. No one wants speak first. Korch, especially uptight, throws an acid glare at the KGB guys.

Grenchenko looks at the KGB Deputy Counterintel.

Everyone turns to Egorov. KGB guys furious that he spoke.

The KGB men look like they want to eat Egorov alive.

Everyone gets up and heads towards the door...

Korch eyes Egorov intently as he exits room with the rest.

As the men from the meeting leave, Korch pulls Sokolov aside.

Egorov stands casually at attention in front of Grenchenko.

Grenchenko eyes Egorov coldly, realizing what he's saying.

David Bowie's "Quicksand" on a stereo in the next room.

CLOSE ON A HUGE PIECE OF BLANK PHOTO PAPER in a tub of developer, under the hue of a red safety light. A black and white image materializing... We only catch a glimpse...

PULL BACK TO a small home photo lab.TATIANA EGOROV, early 20s, pixie hair, artist vibe, in jeans and t-shirt, looks on. A timer RINGS. She transfers the photo to a stop bath. Appraising her work, she smiles excitedly.

Dom, wearing only panties, stands at the sink, washcloth and soap in hand. The water is running. She stares at the bathtub -- lost in the trauma-trance of a bad memory.

Dom doesn't notice Tati come in and give her a worried look. Tati gives her big sister a deep hug from behind.

As Tati leads Dom into a spacious, Bohemian room, we see the walls are covered with Tati's photos: of their family, their lives, and many of a younger Dom as a ballet dancer.

Tati directs Dom to the photo drying on a line: a Diane Arbus- like portrait of a big old, rough-and-tumble Russian woman with no legs in a wheelchair, laughing so hard she's crying.

Anxious about Dom's opinion, Tati lights a cigarette. Absolutely enthralled by the photo, Dom snaps out of her spell and we see her smile for the first time.

The sisters share a smile of gratitude and love for each other. Dom puts her arm around Tati, kisses her on the head.

A KNOCK ON THE DOOR. Tati flits over and looks through the peep hole, goes rigid. Turns to Dom.

Dom frosts over. She turns the music off.

She disappears into the other room as Tati opens the door, allowing a casually dressed Egorov inside, a leather folio under his arm. He gives her a hug and kiss.

Egorov spots the hanging photo, smiles.

Egorov notices Dom return, now in clothes. He smiles warmly at Tati and plucks the cigarette from her hand.

Tati throws Dom a worried glance and splits.

LATER: Dom is sitting at the table, poring over files from the folio, while Egorov meanders around the apartment, perusing the pictures of Dom on the wall. He stops at a family photo, when Dom and Egorov are in their teens ---

He turns to Dom with a subtle, carnal look.

Dom knows that he's eyeing her, but she doesn't look up.

Egorov nods in agreement and takes a seat next to Dom.

Egorov packs up the files back into his folio.

Egorov stands to leave.

Crossing to the door, Egorov opens it, turns to Dom.

Dom nods.

Tati's hanging on the front steps of a building with a GROUP OF FRIENDS. She's smoking, uptight, looking down the block ---

She watches as Egorov exits her apartment building, gets on his motorcycle and peels away. She starts to head back home.

Tati comes in, sees Dom packing clothes into a suitcase---

Pulling Tati into hug, Dom tries to restrain her own emotion.

Dom abruptly breaks the embrace, forces Tati to look at her.

The deck of a car ferry from Italy. Nate's kicking it on the hood of his beat-up Lancia Fulvia S3, gazing out at the majestic Greek coast. A stunning day, everything wide open.

Nate pulls his Lancia into the immigration station, on which hangs a "Welcome to Greece!" sign in various languages. He parks, gets out and approaches the IMMIGRATION OFFICER inside.

The Lancia cruising a picturesque country road. Cresting a hill, Nate pulls over, gets out and admires the view.

A half mile ahead, the ancient ruins of CORINTH ignited by the setting sun and the sparkling Gulf of Corinth.

A sleepy fishing harbor. Nate ambles up to a quaint waterfront cafe, scans the candlelit patio --- and then a loud WHISTLE.

Nate locks onto a stocky man getting up from his table where another man is seated. Clearly drunk, the stocky guy lumbers towards him, suddenly trips on a crack and falls into an empty table -- the man and table crashing to the ground.

Nate comes over, grins down atMARTY GABLE, the CIA's Deputy Chief of Station for Athens. In his late 40's, Gable's a grizzled chain-smoking, hard-drinking pit bull from the Bronx.

Nate helps him up and they bear hug it out. Gable leads Nate back to whereJAMES FORSYTH, the CIA's Chief of Station for Athens, is seated. Forsyth, 50s, is lace curtain Irish: suit and tie, practical, intelligent. The men are done with dinner.

As they sit, Gable sees Forsyth appraising Nate.

Nate just shakes his head at Gable. Looks to Forsyth ---

Forsyth gets up, shakes with Nate and walks out. Once he's gone. Gable wobbles to his feet, drops the bill on Nate.

Gable throws a sympathetic arm around Nate as they stroll down a quiet street.

Reaching his car, Gable takes out his keys, unlocks trunk.

Gable opens the trunk and Nate's stunned by what's inside.

CAMERA WHIP PANS WITH GABLE TO THE TRUNK revealing a SHORT FAT MAN whose arms, legs and mouth have all been duct-taped.

The Man thrashes about, trying to yell through the tape --- Gable punches him in the face.

Nate shaking his head at Gable in disbelief.

Gable grabs a gym bag out of the trunk, slams it shut and flashes Nate a sheepish grin and shrug.

Getting in behind the wheel, Gable starts the car and rolls down his window.

With that Gable tears out into the street, leaving Nate standing there with the bag.

Dom steps off a plane, looking Bohemian chic...

Dom hands a SWISS PASSPORT to an IMMIGRATION OFFICER -- name on it is DOMINIQUE JUNET. He thumbs through it. Stamps it.

Dom drags her bags into a small but pretty apartment. She takes the place in and is pleased.

She opens the doors to a small balcony, her eyes electric as she takes in the spectacular view --- the hard white light, the stark contrast of ruins amid the bustling metropolis, Lykavittos Hill and the Acropolis looming in the distance.

Dom stands at a news kiosk across from the square, perusing the periodicals while keeping an eye on the swirl of traffic.

Glancing at the clock, 7:01 --- Dom heads to the curb and waves an approaching TAXI, it pulls over --- she gets in.

Dom finds ELENA NIKOS sitting in the back. Elena, mid-30s, is earthy, soulful-looking and 5 months pregnant. PAULOS, 20s, with a beard and long hair, is driving.

Next to Paulos is GEORGE NIKOS, 50s, Elena’s swarthy pig of a husband. He eyes Dom with a mix of desire and disdain --- wanting to fuck her but not take orders from her.

Paulos pulls into traffic --- Dom vibing a whole lot of tension and suspicion in the car ---

The taxi navigates the rough and tumble streets of Exarcheia, the heart of the city's counter-culture scene. Anti- imperialist/anti-American graffiti and posters everywhere...

The taxi slows as they approach a tree-lined street of dilapidated apartment buildings.

Dom looks out at a three-story pink Neo-Classical building as they pass by Nate's street.

Dom shoots him a severe look.

George throws a menacing look at Elena to keep her mouth shut, then turns back to Dom.

CLOSE ON OPENED DOSSIER OF LT. COLONEL IVANOVICH EGOROV:

The turning pages of a dossier chronicling Egorov's family --- career ascent in the KGB -- assassinations, torture, sabotage, etc. News clippings and photos painting a disturbing portrait ---

Korch sits at his desk, smoking, flipping through this thick file, uptight. He rests his cigarette in an ashtray.

He shuts the file, lights another cig, but realizes he still has a lit one in the tray. He stomps one out. Korch paces anxiously. Finally he grabs one of the 8 phones on his desk ---

A small auditorium with windows overlooking Khondia airfield. An imposing COLONEL stands in front of a film screen addressing THIRTY EIGHT young, freshly-minted GRU OFFICERS.

The young officers look to the lone building with a large brick smokestack on top, the tinge of fear in their eyes.

The Colonel pushes a button on a console, black out curtains cover the windows, the room goes dark -- a scratched, black& white film plays with no sound:a MIDDLE-AGED MAN, terrified, secured to a stretcher --- this man is COLONEL OLEG PENKOVSKY.

Penkovsky is positioned feet first on a conveyer belt that feeds into a roaring furnace. The belt is switched on and he starts inching towards his fate -- silently SHRIEKING, brutally SLAMMING HIS HEAD BACK -- straining with every muscle to escape, TEARING HIS OWN TENDONS, BURSTING BLOOD VESSELS, nose bleeds -- Penkovsky's feet slide into the flames.

As the officers in the room watch in horror, Korch watches with a fatalistic resignation. The Colonel strides around the room to Korch, salutes and then cuts a smile.

Nate sweating his balls off in brutal heat as he makes his way through the down and dirty streets of the Exarcheia --- a watermelon in one arm and a grocery bag in the other.

Nate turns onto his block. People are hanging out on their stoops in the tree-shade, trying to beat the heat.

He crosses to the steps of his building. The old SUPER and his BUDDY sit under a tree by the stoop playing backgammon. Kicking it on the steps isLUKA KOSTAS--- early-20s, groovy student/artist vibe. He's sketching something on a pad.

Hiking up the stoop Nate collapses onto the step above Luka, who hardly acknowledges him, and catches his breath...

Nate peeks over Luka's shoulder, sees he's sketching the face of a stunning brunette. Luka ignores him. Looking across the street, Nate sees the brunette,ALEXA, on her building's steps gossiping with her college friendsZOEand THYIA, all free love flower girls.

Annoyed, Luka glances back at Nate and closes his book.

Luka takes out a joint, sparks up. The Super yells at him in Greek to stop -- Luka just takes another hit. He can see Nate eyeing the joint longingly with a grin but ignores him.

Nate cuts a piece of watermelon. Slurps as he eats it -- trying to annoy Luka --- and it's working.

Luka knows Nate's trying to tune him up, won't take the bait.

Nate see this piques Luka's interest. But Nate's attention is drawn across the street. A light bulb goes off. He heads to his car, pops the trunk, rifles around, pulls out a wrench.

Nate struts past the curious girls, stops at a fire hydrant and tightens the wrench around its bolt.

Heaving on the wrench with all his strength, he emits wild, primal GRUNTS. Everyone eyes him like he's crazy. The bolt gives. A geyser ROCKETS UP. Nate basks under the downpour.

The KIDS are the first to join him, then the girls and finally people from all over the block.

Nate returns to the stoop, soaked, a shit-eating grin, sits next to Luka, who's not giving Nate anything.

A soaking wet Alexa and the voluptuous Thyia skip over and greet Nate and Luka with smiles.

Alexa and Thyia return to the water --- beckoning Luka and Nate to come. Luka gives Nate a grin, hands him the joint and joins them.

Nate smiles as Luka gambols with the girls under the water.

POV CAMERA: Snapping shots of Nate...

A rundown, 5th floor apartment diagonal to Nate's building.

In T-shirt and shorts, a sweaty Dom stands behind a tripod- mounted, long-lens camera aimed through a ragged hole in the curtains, which are half-drawn in front of open balcony doors.

Dom wears headphones connected to a sophisticated, tripod mounted shotgun/laser microphone aimed at Nate through another curtain hole. The Mic is also wired to a tape recorder.

George watches Nate through binoculars, shirt open. Dom gives him a look that says "Guess you were wrong."

On the wall behind Dom is a map of Athens with pins indicating locations Nate has been --- and various surveillance photos.

Snapping a few shots, she steps away from the camera, makes notes on a pad of paper. George eyes her lecherously.

He steps towards her, swipes a finger down her arm to wipe off some sweat. Dom just continues to jot notes.

George steps even closer.

He slides his hand over Dom's crotch. She looks at him, coolly, completely disconnected. He pathetically tries to arouse her, but it's not doing anything.

Humiliated, George pulls away.

Dom just returns her attention to Nate.

George grudgingly follows her order.

Luka, Alexa and four of her girlfriends from the stoop are waiting outside. Luka yells up to a second floor apartment.

A spartan studio flat with a kitchenette and bathroom. Nate moves to the entry alcove. Places a small ball bearing along a groove in the floor, about 15 inches in front of the door.

Nate slips out the door without disturbing the ball bearing.

George is on a rooftop on the corner of Nate's block. Using binoculars, he watches Nate, Luka and the girls turn onto a bigger street, joining a flow of KIDS moving in the same direction. George calls into his walkie talkie.

Nate, Luka and the girls are among the streams of people entering the campus of Athens Polytechnic University. Nate notices a lot of people carrying anti-American posters...

CAMERA PANS to Paulos embedded in the throngs, watching Nate and the others enter the campus.

Elena puts down her radio, turns to Dom.

Dom grabs her purse and leaves.

Dom crosses the street and enters Nate's apartment building...

Dom hears the TV in the Super's apartment. Removing her sandals, she creeps up the creaky steps to the 2nd floor.

Moving to Nate's door Dom pulls a small flashlight and magnifying glass from her purse, scans around the doorframe -- stops when she finds Nate's trip: a strand of hair stuck across the gap between the door and the frame.

Dom pulls tape from her purse, tears a tiny strip, and places it over the hair. She then retrieves lock picking tools, quickly picks the lock, nudges the door open and slips inside.

Dom steps into the middle of the flat, takes everything in. Pulling out a Polaroid, Dom rotates as she photographs every inch of the place.

Nate, Luka and the girls are among thousands of young people crammed into the quad facing a stage with banners touting the rally sponsor: the Communist Youth of Greece or KNE.

The young, passionate KNE LEADER on stage gives a fiery speech -- riling the crowd up. A dormant ROCK BAND waits behind him.

A pack of 6 ANARCHIST THUGS, more hardcore than everyone else, aggressively pushes through the crowd. As they pass, Luka recognizes the pack leader,CHRISTOS--- Nate clearly recognizes him too.

Luka reaches out to grab Christos in a friendly way, but gets shoved back so hard by one of the Thugs that he falls on his ass. Nate jumps in and DECKS the guy ---

Four of the other Thugs move on Nate and a brawl erupts. Nate, screwheaded gleam in his eyes, enjoys scrapping it up. Luka and Christos break it up. Luka pulls Nate away, Christos pulls his guys back while Nate and the Thug he suckerpunched shout at each other ---

Nate watches Luka cross over to Christos and they hug it out. Alexa and the girls approach Nate, concerned.

Christos eyes Nate while having a heated discussion with Luka about him. His Thugs throwing dangerous glares.

Christos and Luka share a soul brother handshake and Christos and his crew disappear into the crowd. Luka returns to Nate, fear in his eyes, shaking his head.

KITCHEN: icebox, shelves, drawers, etc. Under the sink Dom finds serious water damage from leaky old pipes.

CLOSET: Dom spritzes NPPD spydust on Nate's clothing and shoes.

BATHROOM: Dom checks toilet, sink. For loose tiles. In Nate's Dopp kit: condoms, bottles of Dexedrine, Valium.

On stage, The KNE LEADER wraps up his speech, militantly waving his fist and chanting in Greek "OUT WITH THE USA!!!" The crowd joins in, fists in the air.

A MILITANT unfurls an AMERICAN FLAG on stage. The KNE Leader sets it ablaze -- the crowd ROARS in approval just as the band erupts into a Greek cover of Zeppelin's "Dancing Days." The frenzied place goes insane, dancing, jumping, screaming...

Nate takes in the scene: dazed, confused and disturbed.

BEDROOM: Dom looks through Nate's backpack. Nothing worthwhile. About to return it, she feels the thickness of the shoulder straps, inspects them. Finds a hidden seam, carefully opens it and stashed in the padding is a wad of cash and Nate's diplomatic passport. In the other strap, another wad of cash and a mugshot, of Luka's cousin, CHRISTOS.

BEDSTAND AREA: A EuropeanPlayboy on top of a stack of books. She photographs each before flipping through them, increasingly surprised. She photographs the last book, Pavel Markova's poems, in Russian. She looks at it curiously, but doesn't recognize it.

Dom reaches into her purse for her radio. Calls in.

Luka, Alexa and the girls all chat as they meander through the neighborhood. Thyia notices Nate off to the side, quiet.

Excited, the girls hurry ahead chatting. Luka hangs back, putting an apologetic hand on Nate's shoulder.

Dom checks the flat against her Polaroids. Satisfied, she puts them in her purse and moves to the entry alcove.

She swings open the door -- and knocks the ball bearing into motion. Dom hears it ROLLING. Seeing the tiny ball, she seizes with the dreaded realization that she just hit a second trip.

Closing the door, she picks up the ball, tries to figure out where it was placed, but there's no way to know. She's fucked.

Suddenly struck by an idea -- Dom moves to the kitchen area and kneels under the sink...

Looking far down the cross street, George spots Nate and the group approaching, calls into his radio.

As Dom hurries down the stairs, she can hear the Super inside his apartment excitedly stomping about CURSING to himself.

P.O.V. SURVEILLANCE CAMERA - CONTINUOUS

Watching Dom leave Nate's, cross the street and disappear down the block.

CAMERA POV PANS down block, locks onto the shapes of Nate and gang as they turn onto street and head towards us.

Elena peering into camera. Dom rushes in, Elena looks up ---

Elena doesn't understand. Dom dashes over to the shotgun mic --- in her rush to grab the headphones, she accidentally knocks over the mic tripod. As she scrambles to pick it up ---

Nate and Luka walk to his flat. Noticing the hair is gone, Nate subtly tenses up. He puts his key into the lock, realizes the door's already open... The men share a look as they enter.

In the alcove they see water on the floor -- hear GRUNTS and tools scraping. Stepping into the flat they find more water and the Super under the sink trying to clamp a leaking pipe.

Dom holds the mic like a gun, aiming the scope through the curtain hole on Nate's apartment window. Elena's right next to her with the headphones so they can both listen...

Elena takes a breath of relief. Dom lowers the mic, sets the tripod back on its legs. Although a crisis was averted --- Dom's still coiled with acute tension, furious with herself...

Elena is struck by the intensity of Dom's self-rage and fear. Dom quickly collects herself, grabs her purse, takes out the stack of Polaroids --- lays out a photo of Christos's mugshot.

A weary Korch sits alone finishing dinner. He sees Sokolov, the First Deputy Chief of the GRU from the earlier meeting, carrying a tray, looking like a condemned man.

Gesturing Sokolov to sit, Korch eyes him with concern.

Sokolov manages a derisive smile.

Morning traffic swirls in front of the KGB's neo-baroque headquarters. EGOROV on his motorcycle zips past the line of Lada limos entering the secure parking --- and heads down the street to a nondescript KGB administrative building.

Carrying a large pastry box in hand, Egorov heads down a basement hall to a secure door. He types in a code to the keypad lock --- the door buzzes open and he enters...

The mole hunt command center is a large, open room cluttered with desks, file cabinets, and cots. The walls are covered with various investigative matrixes, link diagrams, etc. One wall is dedicated to the eight remaining suspects with their photo at the top of a long column of key biographical data.

Egorov's 2nd in command,LIEUTENANT BORIS KOSOLOVdirects a team of FIVE WEARY YOUNG ANALYSTSevaluating reams of data.

Giving the pastries to his team, Egorov looks to Kosolov.

Kosolov nods to one of the Analysts nearby.

Egorov unlocks the door and enters his office ---

The Analysts take Nicoleyevsky's photo and info off the board. Two columns over is KORCHNOI's photo and profile.

A small, spartan space. Egorov moves to a hulking computer/telex terminal with a flashing indicator. He takes a key from around his neck, inserts it and turns. Types in a command. The printer starts chugging out a message.

Ripping it off the printer Egorov sits at his immaculate desk and after reading it carefully, makes some notes. He waves the waiting Kosolov into his office.

Egorov slides him the Telex printout. Kosolov reads it.

Surprised, Kosolov throws him a grave look, are you serious?

Egorov stares into the burning light bulb on his lamp. After a long, unwholesome beat --

Under the imposing shadow of the Acropolis, The Plaka is a maze of cobblestone streets lined with patinated neo-classical buildings, a quaint, stunning Bohemian wonderland.

Casually elegant in a simple, sexy white kaftan, African beads and sandals, Dom strides towards the gates of a crumbling, walled-in mansion under renovation. A sign outside reads: TAKIS GALLERY - KASTIMBALIS - FIXED METAMORPHICS.

Some PEOPLE are hanging outside while others flow in and out of the front gates. A friendly, laid-back vibe. The exotic, jazzy Ethiopian grooves of Mulatu Astake emanating from the courtyard inside. Dom steps through the gates.

A ruinous courtyard packed with the Athens's Bohemian jet set, everyone circulating amongst the hulking, dramatically- lit sculptures, primitive moderns hewn out of basalt.

Dom takes in the scene then slowly moves clockwise around the courtyard's edges -- casually scouting for Nate. She spots him hanging with Luka, Alexa, Zoe and Thyia.

Moving closer, Dom peruses the sculptures while stealing glances at Nate, observing him having a great time. Easy to see his group's blithe and vibrant camaraderie.

A dim, dead-end corridor, Nate rolls up behind a flirting COUPLE waiting by a closed door. Finally a man comes out and the couple goes in. Nate's annoyed, really needs to piss.

Dom suddenly appears, getting in line behind Nate. Although he tries to play it cool, he's clearly struck by her beauty and vibe. He gives her an easy "what's up" nod. She nods back.

After a beat, something catches Nate's eye -- a small, barely noticeable sentence, hand-scrawled in Greek along the wall in front of them. Nate breaks out in a luminous smile --

And suddenly we HEAR the carnal giggles, moans and grunts of the couple going at it in the bathroom.

Annoyed and desperate, Nate raps on the door. The couple inside yells a "FUCK OFF" in Greek, resumes their stride.

UPSTAIRS - MINUTE LATER:Dom and Nate search the darkness of the mansion's 2nd floor which is gutted and in shambles. Dom stumbles over some debris and Nate smoothly steadies her.

They finally locate a pitch-dark bathroom with a door that won't stay open. Feeling just inside, Nate finds and flicks on a light switch, illuminating a single bulb -- but the switch is broken and won't stay on unless held.

Dom heads in while Nate holds the light on. He whistles to give her some cover as she tinkles ---

DOM AND NATE COMING DOWN STAIRS - MINUTES LATER:Nate squares off and locks eyes with Dom when they reach the bottom --- she catches the subtle smirk beneath Nate's lips.

Nate's smirk opens up into a charmingly goofy but direct smile --- she holds his gaze without returning the smile.

As Dom moves back into the packed courtyard, Nate tilts his head to admire the swing of her ass ---

Emerging from the gates, Dom cuts through the throng of people hanging in front of the gallery, heads down the street alone ---

Dom turns, sees Nate, Luka and the girls among the crowd --- Nate comes over.

MUSIC and LAUGHTER carry us into ---

A taverna in the Plaka's old quarter. Dom, Nate, Luka and girls sit at an outside table --- eating, drinking, laughing -- getting hammered on Ouzo as they play 2 truths and a lie.

Across the street, an OLDER WOMAN in a wheelchair playing accordion and a TEENAGE BOY on violin provide the soundtrack.

Nate and Luka exchange a look. Giggling, everyone debates which statement was the lie --- and then come to a consensus ---

Everyone but Alexa takes a shot.

The table giggles...

Dom does her shot... And the whole table looks to Nate.

The table cracks up and confers, struggling for consensus...

Everyone laughs and drinks ---

LATER: the buzzed group leaving the taverna in high-spirits...

Nate stops to toss the musicians money -- and suddenly from the tree above, A BIRD TAKES A HUGE SHIT ALL OVER HIM. The wheelchair woman EXPLODES with wild raucous laughter and Luka and the girls quickly join in --- then Nate...

Pierced by the image of the wheelchair woman in hysterics, Dom looks at everyone else laughing --- and then something happens --- she just lets herself go, and laughs.

The ruins of an ancient amphitheater at the base of the Acropolis have been converted into a 1970s rave -- HUNDREDS OF BAREFOOTED YOUNG PEOPLE dancing wildly on stage or along the tiered benches to Roxy Music's "Both Ends Burning".

Amid the pulsing, sweaty crowd, Nate, Luka and the girls let loose -- as Dom moves with them, something powerful is being unleashed inside her -- a joyous, vital force -- that is taking her out of her mind and into her body. And the deeper she goes, the more amazing her dancing becomes...

LITTLE LATER:Everyone funking out to Sly and the Family Stone's "Loose Booty" --- but Dom's on another level -- flowing with a hypnotic, unbridled expressiveness and power that electrifies everyone around her, especially Nate.

LITTLE LATER:Blown out, Nate and Luka emerge from the dancing mass, climb high up on the tiered benches and look down at the girls grooving to T-REX's "20th Century Boy".

Luka sparks a joint, tokes, and passes to Nate, who takes a hit and looks around, taking everything in --- and catches something in the crowd.

Nate passes the joint back to Luka.

Exhausted but happy, the group shambles down a larger road towards the Plaka.

Nate tries to wave down an approaching taxi but to no avail.

The group walks ahead, giving Nate and Dom space. They lag behind, quiet, side by side --- a palpable, unusual attraction between them. After a long beat ---

Dom glares at Nate, trying to restrain her astonishment...

They exchange a smile as another taxi appears --- Nate waves and it stops.

The girls smother Dom with hugs and kisses, saying how much fun they had, they need to hang out. Nate sees them exchange phone numbers. Then the group gives Dom and Nate some space.

A crazy tension --- Dom off-balance, genuinely vulnerable -- Nate's easy -- he opens the Taxi door for her.

Nate breaks the tension by gently easing Dom into the taxi and closing the door ---

Watching the taxi head down the street and disappear around a corner, Nate smiles inwardly as he heads back to the others.

Dom's rattled with conflicting emotion, struggling to get control of herself. She looks at her trembling hands, unnerved by her reaction, thinking, "what's wrong with me?"

Gable's car parked on a nondescript street. Nate sits next to Gable, who's chain-smoking.

Gable reaches into a secret compartment under his seat and pulls out a small, cellophane-wrapped brick of heroin.

Nate takes the drugs. Gable writes a number on a piece of paper, hands it to Nate.

Nate shakes his head over how fucked up it is.

The half-light of dusk. Miles Davis' "Sketches of Spain" churning quietly on the tape deck. Elena's sitting at the table knitting a baby blanket. She watches Dom move through a series of ballet stretches.

Exhausted, Dom gets up, checks camera, then her watch. Sitting at the table, she drinks some water.

Elena stops knitting, keels forward a bit.

Elena takes Dom's hand and puts it on her stomach to feel the baby kicking. A deep moment. Dom's face softens.

Dom removes her hand from Elena's tummy and after a hesitant beat, nods. Elena smiles, stunned and impressed.

Elena gently forces Dom to look at her.

Nate moves through the Monastiraki flea market, crosses a street and enters a cafe.

Nate's at a pay phone next to the bathroom. He dials the number off of the piece of paper Gable gave him.

Nate and Luka wait in Nate's car. Luka checks his watch, leans across Nate and HONKS the horn. Alexa runs out from her apartment and gets in the car with her bags.

Luka cuts Alexa off with a glare.

Nate starts driving.

A ferry heading out of port. The trio cuts through the packed lounge, scanning for seats. Finding a spot on the floor, they start making camp.

Alexa suddenly spots something, smiles and starts waving, trying to get someone's attention. Nate turns around and sees Dom in the crowd. He's stunned, caught totally off guard.

Alexa flashes Nate a little "surprise!" Look --- and then she and Luka greet Dom with an excited kiss and hug.

An awkward beat of tension between Nate and Dom.

Another uncomfortable beat of inaction. Sensing the uneasiness, Luka pulls everyone into a group hug.

A sweltering, overcast day...

KORCH'S ASSISTANT types at his desk. Across from him is a DIPLOMATIC COURIER, an armored briefcase handcuffed to his wrist. An ARMED ESCORT waits next to the Courier.

Korch rumbles in and everyone stands at attention, salutes.

Seated at his desk, Korch dials the combos to the case's two locks, opens it. Inside is a security envelope with wax seals. He opens it, pulls out a typed report and photos -- all of which are stamped on the back with a unique code.

Korch reads the report, then peruses the pictures -- he stops on one photo, grabs a magnifying glass, and inspects the image -- his interest suddenly shifts to concern.

Korch quickly moves to his safe -- unlocks it, grabs Egorov's dossier -- slaps on his desk, rifles through it until he finds what he's looking for.

Korch sits back disturbed, unsure what to do.

HIGH ANGLE OVER a small, colorful fishing boat chugging across the brilliant Sea of Crete, parallel to a remote island, an epic coastline of volcanic rock. Perfect day.

The boat's deck is jammed with supplies. Luka and Alexa are half-asleep. Dom sits nearby, looking over at ---

Nate kicking it with STAVROS, 60s, a village fisherman-turned- hippie, whistling as he steers. Nate joins the whistling.

They round a bend. A mile ahead, a COLOSSAL WHITE PUMICE ROCK FORMATION juts out of the coast, the size of a six story building, blocking the land behind it. Stavros nods to it.

Luka and Alexa wake. They all move to the bow, gaze at the rock. Dom squints, shading her eyes from the sun, so Nate puts his bucket hat on her. She thanks him with a look.

They spot the silhouettes of PEOPLE on top of the rock standing up, waving at them.

As they finally come around the rock, Tryphosa is revealed: A natural, horseshoe-shaped harbor framing a perfect beach.

Abutting one end of the beach, the massive rock face is honeycombed by a matrix caves converted into into hippie dwellings, squatters emerging from them like a motel.

Behind the beach is a tiny village of flagstone streets and white-washed, minimal houses nestled along the slopes.

Bordering the other side of the beach is another, taller white rock formation. On top of it are TEMPLE RUINS. At the base of this formation is a natural quay and a plane of smooth rock jutting into the water, with SUNBATHERS laying on it.

MAMA'S TAVERNA edges the beach. Painted across the taverna's wall in massive, hippie flower children font is the phrase: "TODAY IS LIFE, TOMORROW NEVER COMES."

The group is awestruck. Luka grabs the girls' hands on either side of him and Alexa grabs Nate's.

Hauling their gear, the group follows MAMA, 50s, the big Greek matriarch of Tryphosa, up a flagstone street through this hippie commune paradise.

They pass a small market with curtains of tomatoes, squid drying on clothes lines, etc...

They approach the teal blue door of one of the white PRIMITIVE VILLAS cut into the rock overlooking the beach and water.

Mama leads them into the primitive villa's main room: A table, four chairs, cushions on the floor. A kitchen area with a water basin, a wood-burning stove. There are 2 bedrooms-- and a veranda with a hammock strung up -- a stunning view.

And with that Mama leaves. The group walks out onto the veranda and takes in the view. Dom gazes at the caves, struck by the magic of this place.

Nate gestures to the ruins atop the other rock formation.

They all exchange a smile.

Throngs of Hippies hanging out on the otherworldly rocks tabled high over the water. Dom and Alexa lay topless on towels, eyes closed. Alice Coltrane's "Blue Nile" wafting from Dom's tape deck.

Nate and Luka are playing backgammon next to them. Nate is having trouble focusing on the game -- struggling to not check Dom out. Nate can see Luka is very amused by all this.

Luka and Nate jump off the 20 foot cliff into the water. Treading water, the two take in the surrounding beauty.

A quiet residential street of apartment buildings.

Korch's modest one-bedroom apartment. A shelf with a record player and stacks of records. A console table lined with PHOTOS OF KORCH -- his childhood; one with his father; most with his gorgeous wife, a shrine to their love.

Korch is sitting at his kitchen table with a transistor radio that's been cracked open revealing an empty hiding spot.

He's hunched over the "BUSTER" covcomm device Nate gave him earlier -- fingers typing a message on the minuscule keyboard.

Dressed for an afternoon in the park, Korch gets on a bus with a small chess set in hand, a bag of fruit and the transistor radio. Though he has sunglasses on, he's clearly in hyper-aware SDR mode, clocking everything around him.

Korch sits down at a table in an area where chess matches are being played. He sets up his pieces, puts his radio next to the board and extends the antenna ---

He presses down hard on the ON switch, sending the burst transmission, then switches the radio on --- he futzes with it while looking at a green indicator --- after a few seconds the light goes on. Korch relaxes a little bit as a MAN approaches to challenge him to a game.

THE CAMERA RISES ABOVE THE CANOPY OF THE PARK revealing the American Embassy is a few blocks away.

The communal dinner. 35 people sitting around a table of offerings and jugs of wine, talking, laughing, eating.

While chatting with a CHUBBY GUY, Nate catches Dom stealing a glance at him amidst her own conversation. They lock eyes, Nate flashes a little grin, she smiles back.

An amused Luka nudges Nate to turn around -- they watch two YOUNG HIPPIES performing a ritual while lighting the bonfire.

Bonfire's crackling. A couple of GUITARISTS strumming along. Jugs of wine and joints making the rounds.

Dom's talking with an OLD HIPPIE as he gestures to the ruins atop the colossal rock. Finally his GIRL pulls him away.

Dom looks around -- no sign of Luka or Alexa. She turns, sees Nate walking down the beach along the waterline. Catching up to him, they move together, not saying anything. Finally, Dom gestures to the ruins.

Nate stops and looks at her.

Dom heads up into the village. Nate following.

Nate and Dom wind up towards their villa. Behind them are the moonlit ruins atop the rock...

Dom and Nate reach their villa. Nate looks back at the ruins.

Dom and Nate share a look.

Nate and Dom enter the dark, empty villa. Nate lights a candle. They stare at each other in the glow. Tension so primal, so achingly intense, too strong to resist... Until...

Dom shuts herself in her room. Nate exhales like, "Fuuuck."

Nate swinging in the hammock, mind racing, gazing into the night. The bonfire's dying, the beach party winding down.

Luka and Alexa come onto the veranda, both profoundly worried.

Nate sees they're freaked out.

Dom steps out of her room with a cup of water. She stops when she hears Nate, Luka and Alexa talking outside --

Dom steps closer to eavesdrop.

Nate's out of the hammock now.

Nate starts pacing around.

Luka starts breaking down.

Nate kneels to his pack, undoes the secret flap in the strap and pulls out a wad of cash and offers it to Luka ---

Luka and Alexa give Nate a hug.

As Luka and Alexa disappear inside, we can see Dom is no longer there.

Nate sits on the sand staring at the water --- he looks fucked up and far from home. Dom approaches, sits next to him.

Dom considering. She looks past, sees the graffiti on Mama's ---

Nate glances back at it, turns to Dom, smiles.

She meets his smile. It's a deal.

Just off the coast, incredible white rock formations jut out of the water. Nate and Dom tool around on a boat with an outboard motor... Arcing around a stone pillar, they pass underneath a series of massive natural archways ---

Nate steers through a tiny opening between 2 formations into ----

A huge natural swimming pool hidden by rock walls, a tiny strip of beach at the end. Nate and Dom gaze around in wonder.

LATER: Nate and Dom laying back on a white blanket under a rigged canopy, remnants of a picnic, water lapping the sand a few feet away. Dom's wearing his hat, staring at him.

He opens his eyes and meets her stare.

Nate and Dom peruse the farmers market, tasting produce.

Dom watches from the veranda as Nate expertly chops tomatoes and cooks squid over a propane flame inside. MUSIC and VOICES from the beach emanate in the background.

Nate finishes assembling the plates. He walks them out to the veranda and places them on the candle-lit table.

Nate sees she's surprised and impressed by the dishes.

She giggles, uncharacteristically easy.

Nate nods in agreement --- waits for her to take a bite, and enjoys watching her savor the food.

LATER: Dom finishes clearing the last plate. Tension smoldering inside her. She turns around, Nate is in the doorway, staring at her. Both feeling something visceral, both nervous about it. To cut the tension, Nate smirks ---

She takes a step towards him, vulnerable --- whispers ---

He steps close enough to kiss her -- hovering -- until neither can take it -- they kiss. Quickly turning hungry, consuming. Dom comes alive in ways we only saw when she was dancing.

He lifts her, her legs straddling around him. She yanks his shirt off as he carries her into the BEDROOM, lays her on the bed. Dropping his pants, he TEARS her dress off.

As he feasts on Dom --- her lips, her neck, her breasts --- his hand slides between her legs and begins to get her off.

Her body contorts as the ecstatic pressure builds, until she's gasping, quaking, losing her mind in a cataclysmic orgasm -- perhaps her first ever with another man.

Fueled by her pleasure, he positions himself between her legs, but looking down at her he stops --

Her gasps have given way to restrained, barely-audible sobs, tears streaking a face so fragile it may shatter. He looks at her like a wounded little girl and she closes up, trembling ---

She weeps uncontrollably as she starts pulling away, but Nate won't let her. Intuitively understanding, he cradles her, whispering into her ear, though we can't hear his words.

We HEAR Music, Eric Satie's "Gnossienne's No. 1" --- and strange sounds: electronic hiss, audio distortion --- heavy breathing, grunts --- carrying us into...

Bathed in the flickering light of a TV, Egorov sits on his couch, staring with disturbing intensity directly at us. Sipping vodka. Satie record playing on console behind him.

Distorted voices emanate from the TV, a BRITISH MAN and a WOMAN speaking French-accented English --

ARCING AROUND THE EDGE OF THE ROOM --- slowly revealing the TV SCREEN, hooked up to a primitive VCR ---

After a few pained, ecstatic GRUNTS, the man replies ---

We can finally make out the video -- dark, grainy surveillance footage -- a bedroom -- the man on all fours while the woman kneels behind him, pegging him in the ass with a strap-on --

After a few rugged thrusts, we catch a quick glimpse of the woman as she glances towards the camera -- it's Dom --

A sudden KNOCK on Egorov's door. Surprised, he gets up, shuts off the tv and music. He opens his front door, revealing his right-hand man Kosolov --- Egorov lets him in.

Nate and Dom trek up a dirt road through strange volcanic landscape. Dom's wearing his hat. Nate's got a day pack on.

Nate stops, turns to her.

Dom looks at Nate with soul-stirred awe.

Dom throws her arms around him and kisses him passionately.

Nate and Dom come down a rocky path to an ancient, domed white-washed building with a blue door. To the left of the building is a huge pond of bubbling volcanic mud and water.

Stripping to their bathing suits, she takes his hand as they step into the mud. Squishing down, Dom smiles, tripped out.

Nate CHUCKS a chunk of mud at her. She screams, picks up a handful and pegs him back. They exchange mud throws, screaming and laughing, until they wrestle and collapse together.

They make out and spread mud over each other. Sensual. Covering their entire bodies.

LATER: Nate and Dom lay out, mud caked onto them. He stands, grabs a loofa from his bag, leads her into the domed building---

Shafts of steamy light cut through holes in the domed ceiling. Thermal water flows from pipes into two rock bathtubs.

Nate climbs into the tub and offers his hand. She stares at the tub, anxiety welling in her eyes... until she looks at Nate, lets go of all of it, takes his hand and gets in... and it's okay, she's okay.

Dom leans back into Nate as he gently scrubs the dried mud off her. They switch, Dom starts scrubbing him ---

Nate nods, clearly upset by that.

Nate and Dom are sitting inside the ruins of the DREAM TEMPLE, blankets and pillows laid out, wine and food. They're looking out as the sun disappears over the sea, an epic vista in a mystical place, but the mood has turned somber ---

Tense, Nate gets up, walks to the edge of the temple.

Nate sits down next to her, frustrated.

Dom spoons Nate, wraps her arms around him and whispers ---

CAMERA PANS UP TO THE STARS...

HIGH ANGLE OVER THE QUAYS: A cloudy day. Arrivals, departures. Nate and Dom disembark their ferry and head to the street.

ANGLE CLOSE ON NATE AND DOM -- the energy between them is sputtered, confused, tense... Neither knows how to part ways.

After a hesitant beat, Dom writes her number on her ferry stub and hands it to Nate.

Dom watches a happy Nate head off towards the parking lots...

Drizzling. Nate drives through Exarcheia, blocks from home.

Nate notices fresh graffiti on a derelict building: a red "A" within a circle. A signal. He shifts to hyper-alert SDR MODE. Checking mirrors, surroundings. Passing his street...

Pouring rain. Nate slips into a run-down office building.

Soaked, Nate heads down a hall to the door of an accounting firm, knocks. A beat, door opens, Gable ushers him into...

Forsyth is inside, waiting. Gable shuts and locks door, throws Nate an intense look.

Forsyth eyes Nate, trying to read him for deception. After a beat, he gestures Nate to follow him.

Nate follows Gable and Forsyth into a BACK OFFICE BULLPEN.

And as if to answer, we hear a BELCH from in the bathroom -- a FLUSH -- someone quickly washing hands and then the door opens -- in stepsSY BENFORD, head of the CIA's SOVIET/EAST DIVISION. In his 50s, imposing, serious, tough.

Seeing Benford, Nate's face contorts with the dread of what he thinks this means...

Benford takes out a folded piece of paper, hands it to Nate.

Nate reads the text carefully, looks up excited.

The pouring rain and occasional thunder continues. Elena is resting on an old couch, Dom is staring out the window at Nate's darkened apartment.

Elena looks at Dom, can see there is a lot on her mind.

Dom nods --- but we can see in her eyes that perhaps she hopes that they do.

Korchnoi's street. Late. Quiet. A VOLGA WITH FOUR MEN pulls over and parks.

Kosolov, Egorov and TWO TEAM MEMBERS carrying large briefcases get out and enter an apartment building.

Wearing gloves, one of Egorov's guys speed-picks the door to an apartment --- opening it, they all step inside.

Kosolov and Team#1 photograph every inch of Korch's apartment.

Egorov examining the photos on the console table: He lingers briefly on a shot of a younger Korch on a hunting trip with three men, including the Defense Minister.

Team#2 looks through a side table with a few books, an ash tray and the TRANSISTOR RADIO. He flips through the books looking for anything, puts them back. He picks up the radio...

Egorov looks at Korch's record player when suddenly a burst of SQUELCH and MUSIC -- Egorov turns to Team#2 holding the radio, shooting him a look like, "Stop fucking around." Team#2 turns the radio off, puts it down.

Kosolov's crouched in a coat closet, over an open box. Egorov peers over his shoulder to see career memorabilia carelessly thrown into it: photos with Brezhnev, certificates, etc... Kosolov opens a small case, shows Egorov a tarnished MEDAL ---

Egorov continues perusing. Casually scans a bookshelf. Until he locks in on a particular book. He pulls it out. His eyes electric with excitement, Egorov holds up the book to Kosolov.

Incognito in a drab suit, hat and thick glasses, Korch emerges from the airport with a small bag, flags a taxi.

An old, forested residential neighborhood on the outskirts of Istanbul that sits on a hill overlooking the Bosphorus.

CLOSE ON THE SARIYER HOTEL, a fading beauty.

Spacious living room with a grand view of the Bosphorus. The door opens and Korch totes his bag inside to find MAXIM VOLONTOV, the GRU Rezident (Chief) of the GRU, 50s, rising from an arm chair with a grin, the men embrace.

Through a window, we see Nate, Benford, Gable and two PILOTS eating around various maps, deep in conversation. Nate excuses himself, saunters out.

Nate strolls down the hall, slips into another office. He pulls out Dom's number and dials the phone. The line RINGS ---

Phone RINGS, but nobody's home. Frustrated, Nate hangs up.

The opulent office of a Kremlin powerbroker. Egorov's sitting coolly in front of the desk as the Defense Minister paces back and forth like an angry bull.

The Defense Minister storms out, leaving the unflappable Egorov rattled for the first time.

Dom in front of the Cine Paris outdoor movie theater, scanning for Nate as a few LATECOMERS rush in for the 7pmBARRY LYNDON.

We hear TRAILERS playing on the rooftop screen. Glancing at her watch: 7:20. Disappointed and concerned, Dom heads in.

A bright, full moon. A Grumman HU-16 Albatross Seaplane flying above the Aegean, its ID numbers covered up.

Two pilots up front --- Nate and Benford seated alone in the back. Benford gazes out the window at the moon.

Benford reaches into a bag, pulls out a tiny, covert microphone/wire device --- holds it out to Nate.

Over the ENGINE HUM, MUSIC and LAUGHTER carries us into...

Korch and Volontov enjoy a decadent room service dinner with two voluptuous TURKISH HOOKERS, laughing, getting wasted ---

Pretending to be drunk, Korch lumbers to a credenza, opens another bottle of vodka. He surreptitiously takes out a tiny vial of clear liquid -- as he pours four shots, he stealthily mixes in doses from the vial into three of the glasses.

Korch pockets the vial just as Volontov staggers over, leans in and gestures to the Hookers.

Korch hands Volontov one of the spiked glasses and takes the clean one for himself --- and raises it for a toast.

Beaming, Volontov clinks his glass and they gulp their shots.

Egorov pulls up on his motorcycle in front the massive neo- classical Stalinki apartment block for Moscow's elite.

A SWEET GRANDMOTHER in her 70's opens the door to find Egorov.

The Grandmother ushers Egorov into the study and leaves. ALEXEI RUBANOV, late 70s, a sweet, rumpled Kremlin powerbroker, sits in an armchair as his TODDLER GRANDSON play at his feet. Rubanov motions Egorov to sit.

Egorov smiles at the little boy... A beat...

Rubanov rolls a toy to his Grandson. Smiles at him adoringly.

Rubanov gawks at Egorov like he's nuts.

Egorov answers with his eyes. Rubanov's baffled and incensed.

The toddler giggles and babbles as he plays with his toy. Smiling, Egorov picks the boy up, begins to bounce him on his knee -- speaking to him in a overly sweet tone.

Rubanov's horrified as Egorov hands the boy over to him.

Volontov and the two Hookers are unconscious on the couch. Korch slaps each in the face to make sure they're out.

Korch then opens the window, outside of which is a fire- escape. He climbs out, closes window, heads up to roof.

Korch stalks across the roof to the edge, jumps across the gap to the next building and disappears down its fire escape.

The Seaplane lands on the calm Bosphorus along an uninhabited stretch of wooded shoreline. Moving into a shielded inlet, the plane cuts its engines and anchors.

Nate in a commando dinghy, engine muffled by a blanket --- zooms up onto a rocky beach, jumps out, pulls the boat into the cover of trees. Grabbing his gear, he rolls out on foot.

Nate stalks to the top of a steep hill, beyond which is a small bay -- built along its banks is the rotting majesty of an abandoned 19th-century Turkish waterfront mansion or YALI.

Nate pulls his binoculars, scans the area and continues on.

Nate skirts around the yali to find a huge window missing its glass. He turns on a red-filtered flashlight, climbs in.

Nate prowls through the decrepit ballroom with a magnificent river view. Footsteps CREAKING. RATS SCURRYING. Tension.

He glimpses a reflection in a cracked mirror and flinches -- he sees himself -- and behind him, Korch. Nate spins around. Glad to see each other, they smile.

Nate steps in for a hug, but Korch holds him off.

Korch pulls out a photo -- the code on the back indicating it's the one from Athens that freaked him out. He hands it to Nate, who angles his flashlight on a distant surveillance photo of himself, Luka, the girls and Dom, right after the bird shit on him, everyone laughing.

Stunned, Nate looks up at Korch.

Korch pulls out a UV scope --- scans Nate head to toe. Korch then snaps off the UV scopes lens exposing the light and holds it up to Nate --- shirt and shoes glow with flecks of spy dust, confirming the worst.

Nate spinning out under the weight of what it all means ---

LATER: Korch and Nate sit on the windowsill, gazing out at the water. Nate wracked with guilt, devastation and shame.

Nate looks over at Korch and gets up ---

Korch doesn't respond. Nate's so frustrated he looks like he wants to smash something. He takes a breath.

Korch checks his watch, gets up.

Nate looks down, struggling not to lose his shit.

They share a tearful moment.

Plane's in the air. Benford's sitting in a doomstruck meditation, face like a clenched fist. Nate's next to him, hunched forward --- boiling down.

Benford gets up and paces around.

Korch climbs down the fire-escape, opens the window and slips inside. Moving quickly to the unconscious Volontov and hookers, Korch strips their clothing and scatters it around.

Laying a naked Hooker on the bed, Korch arranges the sheets and pillows to make the bed looked soiled, sexed in.

Korch lays Volontov on the couch. An inspired thought --- he drapes the hooker on top of him, 69-style so his old friend will wake to a vagina in his face. After admiring his handy- work, Korch grabs a vodka bottle and returns to the bed.

Stripping himself, Korch pours booze on his face and chest and gets into bed. After a deep breath, closes his eyes.

Dom awake in bed, eyes closed. Phone RINGS, she picks it up.

Dom hangs up. Totally wired now, can't sleep.

We move with her to the kitchenette, gets some water. As she comes back Dom notices a small paper that's been slipped beneath her door. She picks it up, reads it and tenses.

Dom enters and makes her way through the large, bustling lobby of a modern office building. Cuts to the stairs.

Making sure she is clear, Dom uses her tools to deftly pick a locked door, opens it and enters...

Dom stands before an open phone box, a massive grid of phone circuits interconnected with colored wires. Pulling a lineman's handset/voice scrambler from her purse, she finds a circuit to wire into and then connects the clips to it.

Egorov sits impatiently at his desk, staring at the green phone. Through the window, we see his busy team. All the intel on the boards is now devoted exclusively to Korch.

A red-bulb on the phone suddenly lights up. Egorov answers.

INTERCUT BETWEEN DOM AND EGOROV ON THE PHONE:

Dom registers where Egorov is heading...

Dom sits with it for a moment. After a beat of struggling with herself ---

Egorov has an intent look on his face, thinking.

Egorov hangs up, wheels turning.

Dom hangs up, can't believe what she just did.

Gazing across Korch's street, we see a Chaika limo pull up in front of a apartment building. Korch gets out and enters.

Korch at his door fumbling to get his keys out of his pocket. The door across the hall suddenly opens, Korch's neighbor, a sweet OLD LADY, appears and greets him with an anxious smile.

Leaning in close, the neighbor grabs his hand and whispers.

After a hard gaze, she splits to the elevator. Korch opens his hand, finds a paper with a licence plate written on it.

Korch steps into his apartment, locks the door -- looks around -- everything appears to as he left it -- but nothing is the same. He accepts this with a calm, fatalistic resolve.

Nate is sweating balls, uptight. Dom steps through the door --- she's stunning. When she sees Nate, she smiles inwardly. Happiness. She takes a deep breath to calm down.

When he sees her, he subtly girds himself. As she arrives at the table, he smoothly gets up, pulls out the chair for her. It's rather unlike him, and she clocks it.

Before he even says a word, she reads his body language. His arms are crossed, eyes not meeting hers. Restless fingers.

Under the table, he slides his hand onto her thigh and up her skirt. As smooth as it is, she sees the aggressiveness in his eyes.

Before she knows what's happening, he drops money on the table, gets up, and reaches out for her hand. She's trying to read him. Sensing something's off, she still takes it.

A bedside lamp dimly illuminates a small hotel room with a view of the Acropolis. An armoire with large mirrors inlaid into its doors faces the foot of the bed.

Dom and Nate enter... She takes in the space as Nate locks the door and she moves to turn off the lamp...

Nate waits for Dom to come to him, so she does. They begin to kiss hungrily, until Nate gently but purposefully stops her -- then sits in the chair next to the bedside table and stares at her standing before him.

While maintaining eye contact with him, Dom slowly strips everything off, laying herself bare. Nate breaks eye contact, drinks in her body and then looks past it --- gazing at the reflection of Dom's perfect ass in the mirror.

Dom looks back at her reflection in the mirror --- and her eyes find Nate's in the glass.

Dom pulls the covers off the bed and slides onto the sheets, lying on her side, facing Nate... But he won't look at Dom, only her reflection.

Dom throws Nate a questioning look in the mirror --- but he gives her nothing -- just waits for her to comply, and so she finally gets up on all fours, ass facing the mirror.

Dom throws an uneasy look at Nate who stays in the mirror.

She does it --- and Nate stares long and deep into her reflection -- getting lost in that shit.

Remaining in position Dom cocks her head back to look at her reflection.

Dom looks at Nate in the mirror looking at her ass and body, but not her.

Dom touches herself, but with this command, it's now clear to her, everything has changed ---

It's all in Dom's eyes the whole terrible realization -- "He knows -- he knows who and what I am."

Dom shuts her eyes and shuts down -- we can see her entire being go numb, her life force deaden -- and even though she complies to Nate's direction, it's mechanical, no feeling or pleasure to it at all. Just nothingness, until finally ---

And on that note, Nate blows out of the hotel room.

Dom collapses on the bed and her whole world collapses in on her. Curling up into a fetal position, she wraps herself in a desperate hug -- and weeps like a wounded animal.

Nate stands outside the room, back to the door, hearing Dom's anguished cries --- wallowing in his own devastation, until he finally turns and disappears down the hall.

Korch rumbles down the hall like he wants to stomp some ass. Everyone he passes stands at attention and salutes.

Sokolov sits across from two YOUNG OFFICERS. Korch BUSTS into the room. Sokolov is pleased to see him, but reading Korch's anger, he waves off the officers, who leave.

Sokolov steps to his credenza, pours some vodka, hands one of the glasses to Korch, who pours the liquid out in front of his stunned boss and drops the glass to the floor.

Korch gets into Sokolov's face.

Sokolov processes what it all means, sits on his couch.

Korch absorbs the info, breaths a sigh of relief, but quickly shifts into feigned rage and frustration.

Everyone's busy processing information. Egorov is sitting in his office reading a report. A KNOCK on the secure door. A TEAM MEMBER steps to the door, peers through the peep hole.

Kosolov gives the guy a nod, he opens the secure door. The Defense Minister steps in followed by TEN OF HIS MEN.

The Defense Minister marches into Egorov's office. Egorov stands at attention.

The Defense Minister heads back into the bullpen and nods at his men, who start tearing down and boxing up materials.

Egorov watches, desperation oozing out of him like sweat.

Stuffing the last of his clothes into a duffel, Nate gives the place a last look, heads out.

Dom and Elena watch and listen as Nate exits his apartment building and has a brief exchange with Zoe and Thyia on the street. Nate and the girls hug farewell. He throws his bags into his car and drives away.

Dom takes off her headphones and steps away from the camera.

Dom doesn't register any emotional reaction.

Dom drops the French accent for her natural Russian accent.

Dom begins slowly breaking down her equipment as she talks...

Dom eyes her, sighs deeply and looks out the window.

Various shots of MASSIVE PROTESTS through Athens. TENS OF THOUSANDS marching with signs, angrily barking anti-American chants, a raging river flowing towards the US Embassy.

Nate stands out on a fifth floor balcony, looking down the block to see the protesters surging past the hotel's street.

From inside he hears a KNOCK on his door.

Nate opens his door, letting Benford and Gable in.

While passing a minibar, Gable grabs a handful of little liquor bottles.

Sitting next to Benford, Gable cranks a bottle open and guzzles it. Stuffs the rest in his pocket.

Relief coursing Nate, he throws Benford a look of gratitude.

Benford eyes Gable to shut up.

Nate nods, not giving up any emotion.

Gable and Benford understand and appreciate the truth of Nate's position. With nothing left to say, they get up.

Nate earnestly shakes his hand. Shifts to Gable. They hug.

As the men head to the door, Gable swipes the rest of the liquor bottles, fists them into his pocket. Nate smiles.

Gable flashes Nate grin before following Benford out.

Nate lugs his bags out of the hotel and to a waiting taxi. He shoves them in the back seat, gets in.

The cab drives through moderate traffic on a two-lane highway in a semi-industrial area on the outskirts of Athens. They stop at a red light behind a utility van.

Nate's semi-napping. Green light. Traffic resumes.

Suddenly the van SLAMS its breaks. The taxi rear ends it -- Nate's HURLED forward into the back of the front seat -- just as a Mercedes rear ends the taxi --- wedging the taxi ---

As Nate recovers, SEVEN MASKED TERRORISTS with Ak47s explode out of the van and Mercedes, quickly surround the taxi.

TERRORIST#1 holds an AK to the terrified cab driver's head, reaches into the car, grabs the keys and tosses them ---

While TERRORIST#2 & TERRORIST#3 grab at Nate, who resists --- Terrorist#2 SAVAGELY SMASHES him with the butt of his AK ---

As they speed drag Nate to the van, Terrorist#1 pulls a pistol and shoots out the cab's driver side tires. Terrorists return to their vehicles and tear off -- its all over in 45 seconds.

Nate is pinned to the floor. Terrorist#2 holds a gun to his temple. Terrorist#1 is on Nate's back, driving his knee into his spine while handcuffing Nate's hands behind his back, snapping them super tight. Terrorist#3 duct tapes his ankles.

Terrorist#1 flips Nate over and takes his mask off, revealing it's Christos, Luka's cousin.

It all hits Nate -- he can't believe it.

Christos SMASHES Nate in the mouth, grabs Nate by the shirt ---

Nate can't help but laugh.

Christos HAMMERS Nate in the nose, breaking it. Blood gushing --

Nate spits blood into Christos's face.

SCREEN GOES BLACK as Christos pulls a hood over Nate's head ---

A POLICE CAR and a BLACK SEDAN screech to a halt at the American Club, a neo-classical mansion turned social club.

Two COPS exit their car and two men climb out of the sedan, a CIA OFFICER and the HEAD OF GREEK INTELLIGENCE/KYP, NICOS MARCOS. They all rush into the building.

Marcos and the CIA Officer roll into the main room, which is packed with Americans. They spot Gable, Forsyth and Benford sitting in the corner, eating burgers and cut over to them.

Gable sees the grave looks on their faces.

Forsyth senses from their lack of humor that it's serious. Marcos hesitates to speak in front of Benford.

Forsyth, Gable and Benford stiffen up.

Enraged, Gable swells to his feet.

Gable SMACKS his glass off the table, shattering it against the wall. The room stops. He gets into Marcos's face ---

And with that Gable storms out --- on a rampage...

A remote farm in the Corinth region. Quiet but for the PULSE OF CRICKETS. Headlights moving down a dirt road to the dark main FARM HOUSE.

The car stops in front, next to two other vehicles. The DRIVER, a young Greek, gets out. Dom gets out of the back.

Dom sees a LOOKOUT with an Ak47 and is spooked. Has no idea what this place is or who these people are.

The Driver heads inside. Paranoia growing in her eyes, Dom hesitantly follows.

Dom walks in, sees 5 terrorists kicking it, listening to the news on the radio. She immediately recognizes Christos, throttling her anxiety with confusion.

Suddenly Egorov steps from the kitchen with a bowl of soup, greets Dom with a heavy nod. She's totally stunned to see him and deeply concerned, clearly had no idea this was coming.

She follows Egorov down a HALL to a steel door guarded by an armed Terrorist --- Egorov gestures to a peep hole and Dom looks through it into:

A LARGE, WINDOWLESS ROOM, WALLS COVERED IN BLANKETS. Nate, still hooded, in his underwear, sitting in a metal armchair bolted to the floor. Arms, legs and chest secured with leather restraints. A video camera on a tripod aimed at him.

Dom tries to restrain her shock and dismay.

Egorov nods at the guard, who unlocks the door.

Dom and Egorov enter, the guard closes, locks the door. Dom stands frozen as Egorov removes Nate's hood. Face swollen, crusted in blood, Nate squints, trying to get oriented.

Getting his bearings, Nate sees Egorov, then sees Dom --- Nate and Dom are trying to not betray any emotion.

Egorov motions for Dom to sit in the chair against the wall behind the camera.

A large suitcase rests on a card table. Egorov opens it, reaches under the clothes, pulls up a secret flap to expose an array of medical equipment. He carefully removes and arranges each item on the table.

Egorov straps a blood pressure monitor around Nate's arm, pumps it up, takes his pressure and pulse.

Egorov moves back to the table picks up an INJECTION GUN and affixes a needle to it. Grabs an ampule of clear liquid.

Moving back to Nate, he holds up the ampule for him to see.

Egorov snaps the ampule into the gun. Nate goes nuts trying to bust free, straining so hard his nose starts bleeding. Egorov waits for Nate to give up, then jams the needle into his neck, injects the liquid, and stands back.

After glancing at his watch, Egorov puts the gun down, returns with a retinascope and checks Nate's eyes. The drug is already starting to work --- Nate is trying to breath through it.

Egorov turns on the video camera, waits patiently for a bit.

Nate is breathing hard, trying to fight the drug.

Nate suddenly starts laughing but is still fighting.

Egorov checks his watch again, waits a beat. Observes the drug taking over, Nate becoming tranquil.

A bloodthirsty Gable rumbles into the Soviet Embassy and to the DESK CLERK. ARMED SOLDIERS sentried around the room.

The CLERK doesn't know what to do. Gable SLAMS his hand down on the desk and thunders ---

FEW MINUTES LATER:Gable pacing. The burly, bespectacled KGB REZIDENT, YURI PETROV approaches Gable, concerned.

Gable savagely BITCH SLAPS Petrov -- the Soldiers rush over, but a stunned Petrov gestures them to hold off ---

Gable blows out. Disturbed, Petrov rushes back upstairs.

Egorov breaks into a big inward smile. He shuts off the camera, pulls the tape --- which he slides into his bag alongside FOUR OTHER TAPES.

Egorov snaps another ampule into the injection gun and shoots Nate up --- his body surges alive like shocked with electricity --- gasping for breath --- hyperawake. Nate's looking at Egorov like, "What the fuck just happened?"

Egorov packs his equipment, zips his bag, carries it to Nate.

Realizing what he's given up, Nate's senses capsize --- melting down with rage and anguish, he starts SCREAMING!

Egorov looks at Nate with empathy, then gestures to Dom.

Dom follows Egorov to the door. He KNOCKS. The door swings open. As they step out, the guard, disturbed by Nate's insane screaming, peeks in, then closes the door, locks it.

As Egorov heads to the main room, Dom stands outside the metal door, covering her face, wallowing in Nate's SCREAMS.

Egorov reaches the end of the hall, glances back at her, shakes his head before disappearing into the main room.

Dom suddenly WHIPS around, V-strikes the Guard in the neck with savage force, CRUSHING his trachea. He drops, gasping.

Dom yanks away his AK and SLEDGEHAMMERS him in the head -- knocking him out -- Nate's screams covering the sound ---

Egorov quietly talking with Christos as the rest of the Terrorists lounge around.

Christos glances over Egorov's shoulder, freezes --- the other guys look over ---

Dom leveling the AK --- she opens up with controlled bursts --- muzzle flashing in a strobe light of death --- as she drops everyone in the room, including Egorov, she strafes the wall, hot lead igniting the curtains ---

As the flames grow, Dom aims on the door, waiting --- the door swings open and she BLOWS THE LOOKOUT AWAY.

She stands breathing, close to overloading. Getting it together, she's about to fire a kill shot into Egorov when a bloodied Christos sweeps her legs --- she slams down onto a coffee table, which collapses ---

Christos is immediately on her, pummeling her -- blood gushing from his thigh and shoulder wounds as he starts chocking her. She tries to push him off with one hand -- flails her other hand out, desperately trying to grab whatever she can --

Dom clasps a pen, JAMS it into the bullet hole in Christos's thigh --- as he recoils in agony, she grabs the back of his head, pulls him in tight to her face and drives the bloody pen straight into his ear as deep as she can ---

Christos SHRIEKS and withers --- Dom scrambles up, grabs a pistol and finished him off ---

The room is filling with smoke --- she grabs Egorov's bag.

Dom busts in, smoke flowing with her. Nate's stunned. She unbuckles him and he struggles to his feet. They flee ---

Nate and Dom struggle through the smoky room. She stops, remembering --- looking for the bag, she notices Egorov is gone. She scans around, sees a blood trail out of the house. Nate pulls her to the door, grabbing Lookout's AK on the way ---

Nate and Dom emerge from the burning house into predawn night --- a car is missing -- In the distance, Nate sees red-taillights speeding down the dirt road towards a highway.

Nate pushes Dom to the passenger side of an Old Mercedes and runs around to the drivers side, gets in. He rips out the ignition wires, hot wires it...

Nate tears the car back, spins it around and hauls ass in pursuit, no lights on.

Egorov careens onto the two-lane highway, his bag on the passenger seat. He's a mess, barely able to drive, close to delirious -- bullet wounds in his upper chest and right leg oozing blood. Every time he shifts gears he SCREAMS in pain.

Nitro in his veins, Nate stomps the gas, speed shifts, and cranks the wheel so the car slides onto the highway and tears after Egorov --- Dom getting tossed around ---

The Fiat's engine whining as Egorov fights through sweat and blood to keep his shit together. Checks the rear view, sees the dim outline of the Mercedes, doesn't know what it is.

Nate gunning it full bore, gaining on Egorov. He slides the AK to Dom.

She HAMMERS the windshield with the butt of the gun, spiderwebbing the glass. SMASHES it again. Then leans back in her seat and kicks out the glass. The wind RUSHES IN.

Just as Egorov hits an incline, he checks his rear view, recognizes the Mercedes bearing down on him ---

As the hill steepens near the top, the Fiat engine screams in protest. He checks the mirror: the Mercedes is closing in ---

Egorov throttles over the crest. Olive groves on both sides of him, he kills his lights, hangs a left onto a dirt road and cuts through the trees.

As Nate crests the hill, he's lost sight of Egorov ---

Dom spots the dust cloud between the olive trees ---

But they're already past the turn-off --- Nate slams the brakes --- Dom is hurled up against the dash. He spins the car around and mashes the gas, hitting the dirt road.

The Mercedes bounces along the rough trail as the dust clouds their car --- Nate and Dom shielding their eyes --- trying to keep track of the taillights ahead of them ---

HIGH ANGLE OVER DIRT ROAD The dawning sun igniting the scene --- dust clouds pluming ahead as Nate tears ass after Egorov ---

CAMERA PANS UP TO REVEAL: just beyond the end of the road and olive groves is the CORINTH CANAL --- 70-feet wide and four miles long, the canal's vertical hard rock walls drop 300 feet into the water below.

Thirty feet away from plowing into the canal, EGOROV slows, using all of his strength to crank his wheel right, he slides onto an even dustier dirt road running parallel to the cliffs.

Nate makes the same move --- the dust consuming the car ---

Dom sprays fire into the dust cloud ---

Egorov going full bore, hears the gunfire --- shots CLANGING into his car --- POP --- a bullet to the tire ---

Nate and Dom see the Fiat burst from the dust cloud in a murderous barrel roll ---

Nate gears down just as the Fiat careens over the cliff...

The Fiat plummets hundreds of feet --- when it hits the water, the car SHATTERS APART.

Nate and Dom running from their car to cliff's edge --- looking down at the sinking, mangled Fiat carcass ---

Standing in utter silence, Dom is reeling.

Nate takes her hand to pull her, but she doesn't move ---

Bloody tears streaking down her cheeks.

Nate puts his arm around her, guides her to the car.

Sokolov bursts into Korch's office...

Nate is in a phone booth, chinning the receiver, looking out at Dom. They're both cleaned up, wearing poorly fitting stolen clothes, but their faces are battered.

Gable, Benford and Forsyth sit around a speaker phone in Forsyth's secure office.

Nate hangs up.

Moscow Chief Of Station Gondorff in disguise, wearing a wig, fake beard and peasant hat, huddles with Korch in the shadow of a rail bridge that spans the Moscow River.

Amazed, Korch shakes his head, smiling inwardly and muttering to himself in Russian ---

A beachfront compound shielded from the street by large walls. There's a main house and guest house.

Nate and Gable sit quietly in a study with a big desk, chairs. Nate gazes through the closed french doors into the living room where Dom is in deep discussion with Forsyth and Benford. The longer they take, the more uptight Nate gets.

Nate sees Dom throw a concerned glance at him, then turn to Gable and Forsyth and nod as if agreeing to something heavy.

Dom, Forsyth and Benford get up. Dom looks back at Nate as the two men enter the study and close the doors.

Nate stands in tense anticipation as Benford sits behind the desk, Forsyth on the couch.

Benford stops... Not wanting to continue, he looks to Forsyth.

Nate realizes what he's saying, throws a glare at Benford.

Nate grabs the top of the wood chair in front of the desk for support, leans down as if overwhelmed with nausea.

Nate shuts his eyes in dread --- GRIP TIGHTENS ON THE WOOD. And in an EXPLOSION OF RAGE AND FRUSTRATION, he begins SMASHING THE CHAIR against the desk.

The men are mesmerized and disturbed as Nate demolishes the chair. Finally he collapses. Nobody knows what to do except stand there.

Dom watches from the living room, face filled with anguish.

A couple of CIA AGENTS open the gates. A car rolls in, they close the gates after. Gable and Dom get out of the car. Forsyth and Benford step out of the house to greet them.

Gable and Forsyth exchange a knowing look.

Forsyth, Gable, and Benford head over to the guest house and Dom walks into the main house.

Nate's laying on the bed, looking helpless and miserable. Dom pads in, sits on the bed next to him. He takes her hand.

They kiss passionately, slowly removing each other's clothes, and begin to make love.

Nate ushers Dom to the back of a UTILITY VAN with FOUR CIA AGENTS dressed like average Greeks waiting inside.

She's about to say something to him, but her eyes take over and tell him what her voice can't. Nate leans in close and whispers something into her ear...

They give each other a delicate kiss and hug for last time.

Dom gets into the van. As it drives off through the gates Nate gets into a car with Gable and Benford. Gable tears out, heading in the opposite direction.

Dressed casually, a drunk Korch sits smoking and finishing a glass of Old Rip Van Winkle. He stubs the cig out, staggers up, revealing a glimpse of a belly-holstered pistol.

Korch empties the rest of the bottle into his glass, takes out a record, puts it on his turntable, drops the needle and turns it up full blast.

As the orchestral intro ofLee Hazlewood's "Sundown, Sundown" kicks in, Korch conducts with his hands.

THE MUSIC CONTINUING OVER --- HIGH ANGLE OVER AN EPIC PANORAMA OF METEORA, a majestic, forested mountain valley dotted with titanic sandstone buttes jutting thousands of feet high. A two-lane highway snakes through the area.

CLOSE ON DOM on the forest floor, hidden in a thicket of trees just off the road, eyeing the highway, waiting.

Nate, Gable, and Benford nestled on a mountainside looking down at Dom's position through binoculars.

Korch in his chair singing along with total abandon.

THE MUSIC CONTINUES... Benford can see Nate's anxiety.

Suddenly, a set of headlights approaching from a couple miles away at the end of the valley. Benford checks his watch.

Korch guzzles the rest of the Bourbon, rocking to the song ---

THROUGH THE WINDOW BEHIND HIM: on the street, a phalanx of black cars pull up. A SMALL ARMY OF KGB pile out, rush inside.

MUSIC CONTINUING. Through the trees, Dom sees the approaching headlights.

MUSIC CONTINUING. Nate, Gable, and Benford watch as the CAR pulls over, kills its lights, and waits.

MUSIC CONTINUING. Dom cuts through the trees to the side of the road. A MAN is waiting by the car's open back door. She gets in, he slams the door shut, but instead of hearing it, we hear FISTS POUNDING ON A WOOD DOOR ---

The door is kicked down --- a HOARD OF KGB AGENTS bust in, followed by Sokolov --- to find Korch standing with a gun leveled at them. The KGB guys draw their guns.

Sokolov and Korch lock in a grim, devastated gaze.

Korch looks like he's about to pull the trigger --- but before he can, the KGB Agents fire --- and Korch is killed in a blaze of gunfire. A teary Sokolov turns off the record player.

Everything quiet, just the wind. Nate, Gable and Benford watch the car pull away and head down the road.

The men watch the car's tail lights receding in the distance. Benford sees Nate's all broken up.

Nate studies Benford's face, sees that it's real ---

Nate looks back out at the car. After a beat ---

The tail lights disappear around a butte.

Brian Eno's "NEEDLES IN THE CAMEL'S EYE" kicks in hard as we...

CUT TO BLACK.