Secret Agent Johnson - Script Idea
A loose cannon secret agent is assigned to a career making mission - close proximity surveillance on an international criminal mastermind to set up a bust to nail him for life imprisonment. The catch – so as to avoid suspicion, secret agent Johnson must disguise himself as a hobo so as to maintain a low profile while gathering information from a relatively close distance. The most trouble Agent Johnson expected was to have to slum it for a bit, the cold and the concrete discomfort and the disapproving spine-rattling sneers of passing citizens.
But he was wrong.
Johnson had moved in on turf. Hobo turf. And for the first time in his life, he was about to play by somebody else’s rules – hobo rules. Not about to blow his cover, Johnson adapted like he was trained, and with a razor instinct and general bad-assery, met every challenge thrown at him by the hobo’s, learning their rules, fighting their bureaucracy and hierarchy, making friendships and breaking enemies and breaking friendships, and ultimately earning his hobo-approved squatting spot outside the abandoned Post Office opposite the criminal boss’s headquarters.
Down to business.
His undercover disguise now truly complete, Johnson finishes his surveillance with excellent results; not only is the international criminal mastermind at the headquarters, but Johnson has spotted him routinely sodomising kittens while shooting ethnic children imported from every corner of the globe with AIDS coated bullets, all the while snorting cocaine off the company constitutions belonging to conglomerates he has extorted. His instructions are to call in for backup, but Johnson doesn’t know how long backup will be and he can’t wait because he’s a loose cannon.
However…Johnson isn’t alone.
Together with the newly befriended hobos, who coincidently all turn out to be amnesiac secret agents previously sent on surveillance missions who became completely absorbed in their roles and the suspension of disbelief (consummate professionals that they are), Johnson murders and maims his way through the criminal compound serving sweet justice with the staccato death dealing stutter of his .50 caliber machine gun.

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