>>18629636FADE IN:
EXT. URBAN STREET - NIGHT
The city pulses with neon lights and distant sirens. KEVIN NASH, mid-50s, towering and muscular, dressed in a rumpled detective's coat, strides down the sidewalk. He's a no-nonsense cop with a world-weary gaze, badge clipped to his belt.
NASH mutters into his phone.
NASH
Scott, you slippery bastard. We had a deal. You feed me intel on the cartel, I keep your ass out of supermax.
NASH pockets his phone, turns down a shadowy alley shortcut. Rain slicks the pavement, trash bins overflow. He doesn't notice the figures lurking in the darkness.
Suddenly, THREE BLACK THUGS emerge from the shadows – tough, street-hardened, clad in hoodies and chains. THUG 1, the leader, steps forward with a predatory smile.
THUG 1
Look what we got here. Big bad pig wanderin' into our pen.
NASH freezes, hand instinctively going for his gun. But THUG 2 and THUG 3 flank him quick, one slamming a pipe into his knee. NASH buckles but swings a massive fist, connecting with THUG 2's jaw. CRACK.
THUG 3
Get him down!
They pile on. NASH fights like a beast, but numbers overwhelm. THUG 1 pistol-whips him across the temple. Blood trickles. They drag him deeper into the alley, behind a dumpster.
NASH
(groaning)
You don't know who you're messing with...
THUG 1
Oh, we know. And we're gonna make sure you remember us.
The thugs pin NASH face-down against the grimy wall. THUG 1 yanks at NASH's belt, ripping it open. NASH struggles, muscles straining, but THUG 2 holds a knife to his throat.
THUG 2
Squeal for us, piggy.
The camera pulls back slightly as the assault begins – brutal, violating. NASH's roars turn to grunts of pain and rage. Rain pours harder, muffling the sounds. THUG 1 thrusts violently, the others laughing, taking turns.
THUG 3
That's right, break the big man.
NASH's eyes glaze with fury and humiliation. He endures, body tense, waiting for a moment...
