INT. LAND CRUISER JOSTLING OVER UNEVEN TERRAIN - DAY

Three Hooded Men guarded by East European Militia. A third Militia drives. Next to him is a nervous, bespectacled man.

EXT. AIRSTRIP, EASTERN EUROPE - DAY

An airstrip overlooking a grey city rocked by artillery fire. A bland CIA Operative, flanked by Special Forces Men, stands in front of a commuter plane. CIA Man watches the Land Cruiser pull up, hard. The Militia Men jump out of the vehicle. The Driver shoves the bespectacled man in front of the CIA Man.
CIA MAN
Dr. Pavel, I’m CIA.
Dr. Pavel nods, nervous. CIA Man hands the Driver a briefcase.
DRIVER
He wasn’t alone.
CIA Man, confused, spots the Hooded Men. He turns to Dr. Pavel.
CIA MAN
You don’t get to bring friends.
DR. PAVEL
(shaken)
They are not my friends.
DRIVER
Don’t worry, no charge for them.
CIA MAN
Why would I want them?
DRIVER
They were trying to grab your prize.
(Smiles.)
They work for the mercenary. The masked man.
CIA MAN
(excited)
Bane?
The Driver nods. CIA Man turns to his Special Forces Men.
CIA MAN
Get ’em on board - I’ll call it in.

EXT. SKIES OVER MOUNTAIN RANGE - DAY

The commuter plane struggles over snow-capped mountains.

INT. MAIN CABIN, COMMUTER PLANE - CONTINUOUS

The three Hooded Men kneel by the cargo door, handcuffed.
CIA Man grabs Hooded Man 1.
CIA MAN
What are you doing in the middle of my operation?
Hooded Man 1 says nothing. CIA Man pulls out a handgun.
The flight plan I just filed with the Agency lists me, my men, and Dr. Pavel here. But only
one
of
you.
CIA Man opens the cargo door. Special Forces hang Hooded Man
1 out into the howling wind - CIA Man shouts above the wind.
CIA MAN
FIRST ONE TO TALK GETS TO STAY ON MY AIRCRAFT!
(Chambers pistol.)
SO...WHO PAID YOU TO GRAB DR. PAVEL?!
Nothing. CIA Man fires out the open door and the Special
Forces yank Hooded Man 1 back in, clubbing him quiet.
CIA MAN
HE DIDN’T FLY SO GOOD! WHO WANTS TO TRY NEXT?!
The Soldiers grab Hooded Man 2, hang him out the door.
CIA MAN
TELL ME ABOUT BANE! WHY DOES HE WEAR THE MASK?!
The prisoner says nothing. CIA Man presses the gun to the man’s hood - he ♥♥♥♥♥ the gun...nothing.
CIA MAN
LOT OF LOYALTY FOR A HIRED GUN!
THIRD PRISONER (O.S.)
Or he’s wondering why someone would shoot a man before throwing him out of an aeroplane.
CIA Man turns to the Third Prisoner. Shuts the cargo door.
CIA MAN
Wiseguy, huh? At least you can talk. Who are you?
THIRD PRISONER
We are nothing. We are the dirt beneath your feet. And no one cared who I was until I put on the
mask...
CIA Man, wary, approaches the Third Prisoner - pulls off his hood, revealing a dark mask with a breathing apparatus. The eyes behind it are cold. Still. This is Bane.
BANE
Who we are does not matter. What matters is our plan.
CIA MAN
(fascinated)
If I pull this off, will you die?
BANE
It would be extremely painful.
CIA MAN
You’re a big guy -
BANE
For you.
CIA MAN
(unnerved)
Was being caught part of your plan?
BANE
Of course. Dr. Pavel refused our offer in favor of yours. We had to know what he told you about us.
DR. PAVEL
Nothing! I said nothing!
CIA MAN
Why not just ask him?
BANE
He would not have told us.
CIA MAN
You have methods.
BANE
Him, I need healthy. You present no such problem.
CIA Man laughs for the Special Forces’ benefit. A heavy bass tone is rising. The Sergeant looks out the window.

EXT. SKIES OVER MOUNTAIN RANGE - CONTINUOUS

The commuter plane is dwarfed by a massive transport plane looming over it, dangerously close...

INT. MAIN CABIN, COMMUTER PLANE - CONTINUOUS

The plane lurches. The noise is building.
SERGEANT
Sir?
CIA MAN
Well congratulations, you got yourselves caught. What’s the next step of your master plan?
BANE
Crashing this plane...

EXT. MOUNTAINS - CONTINUOUS

The ramp of the transport opens... Four men leap out on tethers - dropping towards the commuter plane, two each side...

INT. MAIN CABIN, COMMUTER PLANE - CONTINUOUS

The Special Forces react to the turbulence from the planeabove. CIA Man looks at Bane.
BANE
(rising)
With no survivors.