int. Nightclub

The club is dark and devoid of customers. A burly, intimidating INTERROGATOR smoking a cigarette stares down at CLARISSE, who is tied to a chair. She stares at him coolly, appearing unfazed by her situation.

The interrogator parts his lips and lets his cigarette drop. It lands very close to Clarisse's boot.

Clarisse rolls her eyes and looks around at three other THUGS (each with a different color of makeup, PURPLE, ORANGE, and YELLOW) around the warehouse, fidgeting with their various blunt and sharp weapons. She turns her gaze back to the interrogator, and then notices Mr. VAN DEUSEN standing behind him.

van deusen

Have we decided to talk yet, Clarisse?

clarisse

No, Mr. Van Deusen. I'm still not talking.

interrogator

Shut the fuck up.

CLARISSE

That's a little counter-productive.

The interrogator forcefully slaps a piece of tape on Clarisse's mouth. He turns to Van Deusen.

INTERROGATOR

(whispering)

It's not working. I need to punch this bitch in the face.

VAN DEUSEN

We can't have you breaking another one's neck. Especially not her, she's important.

INTERROGATOR

I'm not gonna break her neck. She just ain't scared enough to talk.

VAN DEUSEN

Fine, give her a few slaps, but for God's sake, stop as soon as we get the information.

The interrogator nods. Van Deusen walks away and goes through a door reading "EMPLOYÉS SEULEMENT/SLECHTS WERKNEMERS". His cellphone rings as he walks through; he answers it as the door swings closed behind him.

vAN DEUSEN

Qui est a l'appareil?

The interrogator turns back to Clarisse and stares at her sternly. He rips the tape off her mouth.

INTERROGATOR

You had orders on your person to assassinate key members of ours. These orders were issued by something called "IBO." I will ask you again, who or what is IBO?

CLARISSE

Incontinent Babies in Overalls.

The interrogator cracks his knuckles.

INTERROGATOR

Interesting.

The sound of Jarod BRIGHT kicking open the front door is heard in the distance.

BRIGHT (O.c.)

Hey, asshole!

Bright tosses a throwing star at the interrogator. The interrogator turns around as it approaches.

When he finally faces Bright, the star hits him in the forehead. He collapses to the floor.

The three thugs look at Bright, surprised and angered.

Bright chuckles, swinging a curved, katana-like sword in front of himself.

BRIGHT

Sup, guys?

The thugs ready their weapons and approach Bright menacingly.

Bright twirls his sword again.

BRIGHT

I'm Jarod Bright.

Bright coolly saunters towards the three thugs, stopping just a few feet away from them. He smirks and looks around at each one.

BRIGHT

Nice to meet ya.

The orange thug screams in rage and lunges at Bright, trying to stab him with his sword. Bright steps back and slashes the thug in the stomach, causing him to stumble forward, bleeding, and nearly collapse.

The purple thug swings a pair of nunchucks at Bright's head. He ducks, then abruptly turns around to parry a dagger thrust from the yellow thug.

The yellow thug stabs with a second dagger in his other hand. Bright tilts to his right to dodge it, then tumbles backward, away from the thugs and closer to Clarisse.

Bright tosses a smaller sword toward Clarisse, and she nonchalantly catches it. She slices cuts at her ropes with it, freeing herself.

Bright whirls back around as the purple thug lunges at him. He slashes the thug across the face, then kicks him in the stomach. The thug falls.

The orange thug maneuvers behind Bright, grunting animalisticly. He tries to stab with his sword. Bright turns around and grabs the thug's sword-holding arm. The yellow thug rushes up beside him and slashes with his daggers, and Bright parries both attacks as he knees the orange thug in the groin.

The orange thug stumbles back. Bright turns his attention to the yellow thug, attacking aggressively but still in a laid-back manner. The yellow thug struggles to block his relentless slashes.

The purple thug slips behind Bright, trying to remain unnoticed, and swings his nunchucks at Bright's head.

Bright ducks, and the nunchucks catch on the blade of one of the yellow thug's daggers, separating them. Bright spins around and jams the blade into the purple thug's side.

The purple thug gasps and coughs up a mouthful of blood. Bright shoves him backward with his free hand, pushing him off the sword.

Bright spins back around and tumbles to his right, grabbing hold of a barstool and vaulting a kick off of it. His foot connects with the yellow thug's side.

Bright again begins his duel with the yellow thug, but looks behind him as he hears the orange thug sneak up behind him, growling. Bright pushes the yellow thug backward and begins to turn to dispatch the orange thug.

Abruptly, Clarisse smashes the orange thug in the face with a bottle of liquor from the bar.

Bright refocuses his attention on the yellow thug as Clarisse stabs the orange thug in the face.

Bright swashbuckles with the yellow thug, unable to gain much of an advantage.

The yellow thug crosses his daggers as Bright makes a downward slash, blocking it. Bright keeps pushing, trying to overpower the thug.

Clarisse throws her sword over Bright's shoulder. It hits the yellow thug in the arm, weakening his resistance.

At last, Bright breaks through, knocking the thug to the ground.

He plants a foot on the thug's chest, and spins his sword around.

Bright stabs the thug in the stomach. The thug screams in pain.

Bright removes his blade, blood erupting from the wound.

Clarisse removes her sword from the dead thug's arm. She turns to Bright and looks into his eyes.

Van Deusen returns through the staff door, applauding slowly. He laughs, and pulls a pistol out of his jacket.

VAN DEUSEN

Very impressive, Mr...Bright, is it?

Bright lets out a bored sigh and approaches Van Deusen.

VAN DEUSEN

I must commend you for that performance, my friend, but you seem to have forgotten that --

BRIGHT

Yo, shut up!

Bright drives his sword into Van Deusen's belly.

BRIGHT

Thanks, pal.

Bright pulls his sword out, and Van Deusen collapses to the floor.

Bright turns to Clarisse.

CLARISSE

Well, thank you, Jarod. I suppose after the last five times I saved your ass, you do owe me one.

BRIGHT

Hey, I never got captured, tied up, and interrogated.

CLARISSE

Hmm, you're right. They always used chain on you.

BRIGHT

Pfft. (Beat) Y'know, for a place to get captured in, this ain't so bad.

CLARISSE

I was never a fan of this city's nightlife. Oh well.

BRIGHT

What're you doin' here, anyway?

CLARISSE

How'd you find me?

BRIGHT

The boys in Munich said they lost you here. What's up?

CLARISSE

Looking into something.

BRIGHT

Did you get it?

CLARISSE

Not yet. Hand me that bag. My computer's in there.

Clarisse gestures toward a bag lying near the chair she had been in. Bright picks it up and starts to toss it.

CLARISSE (cONT'D)

Hey, careful! Crazy jackass.

Clarisse snatches the bag from Bright. She reaches in and pulls out a small netbook.

Flipping the computer open, Clarisse puts it down on the bar and logs in. She opens a window reading "IBO: Illuminati Black Operations" and types.

Bright looks over her shoulder. She closes the computer before he can read much.

CLARISSE (CONT'D)

Okay. Just one more thing I have to do here.

BRIGHT

I'll come with.

CLARISSE

No, you won't. I can handle myself now.

BRIGHT

Yeah, you were handlin' yourself great, that's why I had to show up.

CLARISSE

You showed up because you wanted a thrillride. That's the only reason you joined the ops and you know it.

BRIGHT

Yeah, this shit is fun, but you needed me there.

CLARISSE

I would've managed.

BRIGHT

How?

CLARISSE

I'll tell you back in Munich.

She turns around and walks towards the front door.

CLARISSE

But thanks...Agent Bright.

Bright watches as Clarisse walks out. He chuckles.

BRIGHT

(mockingly)

You're welcome, Agent...Clarisse.