The Last Warring Angel [Screenplay]

By Jay Carvajal

Michael Walker is the last remaining Warring Angel. He is trying to save the world from a pending nuclear war brought about by a gang of Fallen Angels. After a failed assassination attempt on the lead Fallen Angel, who is in a position of power, Walker finds himself a captive in a high security prison. He must convince someone of his story before the team of Fallen Angels arrive and neutralize him forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Carvajal
• Release date: Dec 21, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310027772

Jay Carvajal

Jay is a published author with a large body of work. He has produced Graphic Novels, Comic Books, Screenplays and Novels. Jay also owns and manages Cinemacomics Entertainment.

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THE LAST WARRING ANGEL

A Screenplay

Jay Carvajal

WGAW#: 1748916

CinemaComics Press

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THE LAST WARRING ANGEL © 2014 Jay Carvajal

All rights reserved. This screenplay is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between persons living or dead, events, locations is coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, except for short excerpts for review purposes, without the express written permission of the Copyright holder.

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THE LAST WARRING ANGEL

EXT./INT. PRESIDENTIAL LIMOUSINE - DAY

SUPERIMPOSE: NOVEMBER 22, 1963

President Kennedy is smiling and waving to the CHEERING PEOPLE that line the streets.

The AUDIO slowly FADES OUT.

President Kennedy lurches forward, struck by a bullet from behind. His head explodes from the second bullet, throwing his body backwards.

SECRET SERVICE AGENTS scramble.

EXT. GRASSY KNOLL

Behind the fence on the knoll is a man dressed as a Police Officer named MICHAEL WALKER. He is a thirty year old white man, with short dark hair, six foot, two hundred pounds.

He quickly dismantles a rifle and places the pieces into a duffle bag, then walks to a car parked in an alley with its engine running.

SCREAMS can be heard as the AUDIO slowly FADES IN.

INT. PARKED CAR

Walker gets in, as the driver, ARTHUR STONE, shifts the car into gear and pulls out of the parking lot.

STONE

Did we do it?

WALKER

Yeah, looks like it, Stone. The target was hit twice...I took the head shot.

STONE

You and your damn head shots. I've never seen you miss. Must be a gift.

WALKER

Well, if it is a gift, it sure as hell ain't from God. Not after what we did here today...

Walker is quiet as they drive down the street. He is looking out the window at the buildings they pass by.

WALKER

(pause)

...I'll be honest with you...This was the toughest damn assignment I ever been on. And I ain't talking about the actual operation, I'm talking about who we had to take out.

STONE

(nods yes)

...Yeah. Well, Walker, we can't undo what we just did, so we're gonna have to live with it. No matter how hard that may be.

They drive down the street in silence.

EXT. PENTAGON - NIGHT

The building is lit up and buzzing with activity.

INT. PENTAGON CONFERENCE ROOM

Eight MEN, including Walker and Stone, are sitting quietly at a large conference table.

The door opens and in walks VICTOR WAYLAND, Director of Operations for the assassination. He is middle aged, medium height and build, with a very powerful and menacing aura that seems to darken the room.

Everyone immediately stands up out of respect.

WAYLAND

Please have a seat...

Everyone, including Wayland, sits down.

WAYLAND

I've just received confirmation that our mission was a success. I'd like to congratulate you all on a job well done...

Wayland opens his briefcase, then begins passing out files.

WAYLAND

As I'm sure you can understand I'm pressed for time, so let’s get right to it. Here are your next assignments...

Each man finds the file with his name on it.

WAYLAND

Each assignment is for overseas and should last for six months to a year; long enough for things to settle down back here.

WALKER

(looking at his paperwork)

Vietnam? For a year? Mister Wayland, sir, I can't speak for the others, but I was hoping for a little time off after this op.

WAYLAND

Time off denied, Walker. We've got a green light now for the war to proceed full throttle. I need my best men over there.

Wayland stands and shuts his briefcase.

WAYLAND

(pause)

...I know a few of you questioned this operation. I understand killing our President wasn't an easy thing to do...I'm not authorized to tell you what the reasoning was for this op, but I want you all to know that the retiring of President Kennedy was done for the best interest of our country and that someday you will understand why this had to be done...

Wayland starts to walk for the door.

WAYLAND

Well, gentlemen, as I said, I'm very pressed for time. Good luck in your next assignments. I'll be in contact with you shortly...

Wayland exits the room.

Stone looks at Walker, who is staring off into space.

STONE

...Hey, man, you okay?

WALKER

Just thinking about what we did today.

STONE

You cool with it?

WALKER

(pause)

...I guess I have to be. C'mon, we got a plane to catch.

They get up and walk out the door.

EXT. JUNGLE IN VIETNAM - NIGHT

SUPERIMPOSE: EIGHT MONTHS LATER

There is a small camp set up at the base of a mountain range.

INT. TENT

Walker is asleep on his cot, obviously having a bad dream. His MOANS awaken Stone, on the cot beside him. He reaches out and nudges Walker's shoulder.

STONE

Hey, buddy, wake up...

Walker reacts by violently shoving Stone's hand away and falling backwards off of his cot.

STONE

(shocked)

Walker, it's me man, Stone...

Still not fully awake and stumbling around, Walker CRASHES into a table, sending their weapons tumbling to the ground.

STONE

Christ, man, you're gonna wake the whole damn camp with all the noise you're making!

Stone gets up and grabs the lantern on the table beside his bed and ignites it with a match. He adjusts the flame to the lowest setting and walks cautiously over to Walker.

STONE

Easy, man, easy...It's okay, you're just having a bad dream...Time to wake up. You hear me, Walker?

Walker is staring at the light from the lantern. He starts to settle down as Stone approaches.

STONE

You awake yet?

WALKER

(pause)

...Yeah.

Walker reaches out and grabs the lantern, pulling it closer as if it will save him from the demons that haunt him. He turns up the flame on the lantern as high as it will go.

STONE

...Same dream?

Walker nods yes.

STONE

(concerned)

This is gettin' to be a regular thing...You need to get some kind of help, man.

WALKER

(angry)

Who am I supposed to get help from? You see any shrinks runnin' around out here in the bush?

STONE

Relax, man, I'm trying to help...It's just not like you to have nightmares like this. I've known you for a long time and I swear to God, sometimes I've thought that you had ice water in your veins, but that last hit...it did something to you. You haven't been the same since...

WALKER

(pause)

...I don't know what's wrong with me. I never felt the guilt before...Never had nightmares after I did a job...Never had them until I killed Kennedy.

STONE

(nervous)

You shouldn't...

WALKER

What, tell the truth?...It was my head shot that killed Kennedy.

STONE

So what? You've killed before and you'll kill again....It's not the end of the world.

WALKER

(pause)

...But in my dreams it is. The world ends because of what I did...We