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INT—STARK BUILDING OFFICES—NIGHT
The REDEEMER hesitates, deciding on the right direction. There is a sound, nearly drowned out by the armor's hum, a sort of SLICING SOUND. Tony begins to take a step. . . WHEN THE FLOOR BENEATH HIS FEET DROPS OUT FROM UNDER HIM.
The Redeemer plummets through the floor and out of view.
INT—A DARK DESERTED FLOOR—NIGHT
With a DEAFENING CRASH the REDEEMER armor lands one story below. As if riding some kind of insane elevator. A ROW OF FILING CABINETS have been crushed by the ceiling, and the AIR IS LITTERED WITH PAPER. The REDEEMER lies on its back among the rubble, looking like an unconscious robot.
INT—THE REDEEMER INTERIOR—NIGHT
TONY looks dazed. Lying on his back inside of the armor:
TONY'S P.O.V. On the interior screens, a HOLE IS VISIBLE IN THE CEILING. Perfectly spherical. As if it was cut.
Tony frowns at the image. As if trying to understand it.
INT—A DARK DESERTED FLOOR—NIGHT
This floor is dark save for the light shining down from the perfect hole above. The REDEEMER rises to its feet in the center of the light, turning with an INDUSTRIAL WHINE, as if searching the floor. There is nothing here.
Just broken cabinets. Paper coming to rest on the floor.
INT—THE REDEEMER INTERIOR—NIGHT
TONY struggles to turn the REDEEMER. It looks difficult. THE INTERIOR DISPLAYS reveal nothing but a dark, deserted
floor. His desperate BREATHING ECHOES inside the armor.
ARTIFICIAL VOICE
Subject inside REDEEMER must proceed to an emergency trauma center triage for immediate cardiogenic surgery to remove foreign body lodged in heart.
Tony stops moving. As if he sees something. He squints:
TONY'S P.O.V. On the interior screens, SOMETHING SEEMS TO BE COMING CLOSER. Thin strands that catch the light.
INT—A DARK DESERTED FLOOR—NIGHT
The REDEEMER stands its ground as DOZENS OF CORDS hurl through the air. With an INDUSTRIAL WHINE, Tony raises the Redeemer's thick metal arms but the CORDS WRAP AROUND THE ARMOR catching on the plates and circling the joints.