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+                           "THE APERY"
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+                        AI screenplay by
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+                             GPT-4
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+                         AI direction by
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+                            Clapper
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+                         AI rendering by
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+                           AiTube.at
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+                                             REVISED FINAL
+
+                                             JANUARY, 2024
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+                                                  FADE IN:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - DAY
+
+    Ethereal HEIST MUSIC builds the atmosphere as we are ushered
+    through the neoclassical facade of the esteemed Lavington
+    Gallery.
+
+    The high glass ceiling bathes the space in ANGELIC LIGHT.
+    Patrons stand in hushed reverence, their eyes reflecting the
+    bold colors of priceless masterpieces.
+
+    We TRACK past tall Greek columns, over the polished concrete
+    floor, towards a group of COLLEGE STUDENTS.
+
+    They mingle indistinctly in the crowd, feigning interest in the
+    art. Their eyes, however, tell a different story.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+    A SECURITY CAMERA panning lazily over the room.
+    Its RED LIGHT blinks matter-of-factly.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+    Various CLOSE-UP shots of the students' eyes, each pair
+    absorbing every inch of the space, calculating, memorizing.
+
+    Among them, we find LEON REYNOLDS, our mastermind. 
+    He stands still, a sentinel amongst moving bodies.
+    
+    His eyes scan the artwork before seamlessly darting to the
+    security measures enveloping them.
+
+                            LEON'S INTERNALS (V.O)
+              In every stroke, a story. In every gallery,
+              a game. Art and theft, forever entwined.
+
+    As Leon's VOICE whispers, his hands, BARELY VISIBLE to the casual
+    observer, sketch quick diagrams in a small, leather-bound
+    JOURNAL.
+    
+    His stubble catches the light, a testament to the sleepless
+    nights he's endured for this.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+    A discreetly positioned MAYA SANTOS, jots down notes on a gallery
+    guide, her warm hazelnut eyes flicker with intense focus,
+    betraying the mischievous gleam hidden within.
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (to herself, sotto voce)
+              Acrylic glaze, non-period canvas...
+              fascinating.
+
+    She tucks a loose strand of bronze hair behind her ear, revealing
+    a STUDDED EARRING, each precisely like the security cameras in
+    design.
+
+    PANNING across the room, we find SASHA HOFFMAN, her platinum hair
+    an icy contrast to the warmth around her.
+    
+    She pensively examines a CLIMATE CONTROL PANEL near a series of
+    Impressionist paintings.
+
+                           SASHA
+                  (under her breath)
+              Airflow patterns... helpful, very helpful.
+                  (a beat, then to her watch)
+              And forty-eight hours of continuous recording.
+              Excellent.
+
+    Her sharp gaze fixes on a passing security guard, unnoticed under
+    her feigned interest in a canvas brushstroke.
+
+    ROTATING our view, ANTHONY LAMBERT flashes a charming smile to a
+    TOUR GUIDE while pocketing a folded GALLERY MAP – oblivious, the
+    guide blushes and giggles, her back to a 'STAFF ONLY' door he's
+    just surveyed.
+
+                           ANTHONY
+                  (in French-accented English)
+              Your knowledge is as enchanting as the art
+              itself.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+    TESS WILLIAMS, at the edge of the crowd, her hoodie shadowing
+    her face, she surreptitiously plugs a THIN CABLE into a hidden
+    data port beneath a digital guidepost.
+
+                           TESS
+                  (whispering to herself)
+              You're a beauty, aren't you? Let's see what
+              secrets you hold.
+
+    Her fingers DANCE over a mini-keyboard tucked in her sleeve as
+    she reclines against the post.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+    The STUDENTS reconvene with practiced indifference. Their body
+    language casual, but their faces severe with intent.
+
+    Leon gazes intensely at his troop.
+    
+    This is the moment where their plan teeters on the edge of
+    becoming reality.
+
+                           LEON
+                  (quietly to the group)
+              Remember, it's not just what you look at. It's
+              what you see. Be precise. Be bold.
+              Tonight, we prepare for the greatest performance
+              of our lives.
+
+    The students disperse, each cloaked in a newfound determination.
+
+    Their clandestine surveillance mission a success, they exit the
+    gallery unnoticed among the throng of visitors.
+
+                                                  MATCH CUT TO:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - CONTINUOUS
+
+    The imposing architecture shrinks away as the STUDENTS move out.
+
+    We linger on the GALLERY EXTERIOR, where the waning sunlight
+    casts long shadows across the majestic columns, foreshadowing the
+    dark turn their lives are about to take.
+
+                                                  FADE OUT
+
+                                                  FADE IN:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - NIGHT
+
+    The gallery stands silent under the moonlight, the calm before
+    the storm. We PULL BACK as the last of the workers trickle out,
+    the grand art sanctuary shuts down for the night.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. THE ENCLAVE BAR - NIGHT
+
+    A rustic hideaway contrasted against the elegant gallery we just
+    left. Edison bulbs cast a warm glow over each surface.
+    
+    Faces are relaxed here, conversations muffled by the sound of
+    JAZZ TRICKLING through the air.
+
+    In a secluded corner, Leon and his team share a large booth
+    characterized by deep reds and amber tones.
+    
+    They sit in hushed tones while ON-SCREEN CAPTIONS indicate their
+    names next to them as they speak, grounding us in their world.
+
+                            LEON
+              This isn't just another job, it's our future
+              at stake. Tonight, we need to be more than
+              thieves...
+
+                            SASHA
+              Und artists?
+
+    The team looks at each other, a silent acknowledgment of their
+    double lives.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (Smiling)
+              Artists and magicians, mon amis.
+
+    The apparent levity drops at the sight of VICTOR MORETTI's entrance.
+    He's a silhouette against the dim lighting of the bar, approaching
+    with a dangerous grace.
+    
+    The team's body language shifts, an instinctual reaction to the
+    predator entering their midst.
+
+                            MORETTI
+                  (smiling disarmingly)
+              I hope I'm not interrupting.
+
+    Leon remains unflinching, locking eyes with Moretti.
+
+                            LEON
+              You are, but we both know you don't care.
+
+    Moretti sits, uninvited.
+    
+    A WAITER approaches but is waved off with a subtle gesture by
+    Moretti – no one is to overhear.
+
+                            MORETTI
+                  (leaning forward)
+              I've got something that belongs to you...
+
+    He reveals a FILE, sliding it across the table.
+    Leon doesn't touch it, his eyes ice over instead.
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (sharply)
+              Get to the point.
+
+                            MORETTI
+                  (savoring the tension)
+              Each of your fingerprints on relics I now own.
+              Interpol would love to see this.
+
+    The group tenses. Risk now palpable, the stakes clear.
+    
+    A BEAT before Leon responds.
+
+                            LEON
+              And... what do you want?
+
+                            MORETTI
+              Lavington's "Vanishing Vistas" exhibition.
+              Replace the collection with your charming replicas.
+
+    Tess leans in, her defiant glare unwavering.
+
+                            TESS
+              And if we say no?
+
+                            MORETTI
+                  (smirking)
+              Then your promising careers are vanishing vistas.
+
+    Tess's fists clench, but Leon places a calm hand over hers.
+    His control over the situation at the forefront.
+
+                            LEON
+              How long do we have?
+
+                            MORETTI
+              Six months. The clock starts now.
+
+    He stands, leaving the file on the table.
+    His final glance at them is one of certainty.
+    As he exits, silence settles over their booth.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (whispering)
+              We're in too deep to swim back now.
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (lightly touching the file)
+              So we dive deeper and come out on the other side.
+
+                            SASHA
+                  (nods, businesslike)
+              A heist of this magnitude... it will require
+              precision, und a perfect execution.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (with conviction)
+             We will turn this gamble into our masterpiece…
+             A true apery.
+
+    The group nods in silent agreement, resolute despite the
+    menace lurking in the backgrounds of their fates.
+    
+    They disband into the night, shadows embracing equal parts
+    despair and determination.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. THE ENCLAVE BAR - NIGHT
+
+    The team disperses into the shadows of the city, their
+    MEASURED FOOTSTEPS a mantra against the cobblestone.
+
+    The gallery looms in the distance - tomorrow it will become
+    their stage.
+
+                                                  FADE OUT.
+
+                                                  FADE IN:
+
+INT. LEON'S SECRET WORKSHOP - NIGHT
+
+    A stark contrast to the bar's homeliness, the workshop is an
+    industrial cavern of secrets. Workbenches, canvases, tools,
+    and machinery blanket the space - a chaotic order reigns here.
+
+    A PROJECTOR throws blueprints of the Lavington Gallery onto the
+    wall.
+    
+    The team, gathered around a large table strewn with plans and
+    tech, exude a collective, focused intensity.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (points at the blueprint)
+         Entry points, surveillance patterns, guard
+         rotations - we need control over each. Tess?
+
+                            TESS
+         Already on it. I've infiltrated their system.
+         With a few more tweaks, I'll have complete access.
+
+    She reveals her COMPUTER SCREEN showing complex code cascading down.
+
+    It mirrors against her determined eyes.
+
+                            SASHA
+         Und the security systems?
+
+    Tess smirks, tapping a few keys.
+
+                            TESS
+         They'll be seeing what we want them to see.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (turning to Maya)
+         The paintings?
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (brush in hand, working on a copy)
+         Give me four months. They'll be aging like fine wine,
+         indistinguishable from the real deal.
+
+    She steps back, and we get a glimpse of her work - a near-perfect
+    replica of a priceless piece.
+
+    Leon shifts his attention to the detailed security schematics.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (to Sasha)
+         Disabling?
+
+                            SASHA
+                  (clutching a petite but intricate device)
+         I'll create something non-invasive, silent.
+         It will take time, but it will be flawless.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (product display on his tablet)
+         And once they're down, I'm in.
+         The distraction's all set.
+
+    He shows a CREATIVE PRESENTATION for a forthcoming marketing event
+    at the gallery that will coincide with their heist.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (exhales, pensive)
+         Then let's begin. This gallery's gonna witness a vanishing
+         act like no other.
+
+    The team converges over the blueprint, their minds weaving a web of deception
+    and precision. Each one, a vital thread, now interlaced into the intricate
+    tapestry of their heist.
+
+                                                  FADE OUT:
+
+                                                  FADE IN:
+
+EXT. SAN FRANCISCO SKYLINE - NIGHT
+
+    A panoramic view of San Francisco's illuminated skyline; its
+    twinkling lights casting reflections on the bay. The heist music's
+    techno-influence throbs with an electric momentum.
+
+INT. TESS'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT
+
+    We reveal TESS WILLIAMS' digital dominion, a corner of calculated
+    chaos.
+
+    Surrounding her, a fortress of monitors pulse with the lifeblood
+    of data streams.
+
+    Heist music plays, the rhythm paralleling Tess's nimble dance
+    across her keyboard.
+
+    A wire labyrinth feeds into a command center of monitors,
+    displaying an oscillating frenzy of code. Tess commands the
+    chaos, focused like a virtuoso at her grand piano of cybernetics.
+
+                            TESS
+                  (self-assuring whisper)
+         Okay, baby... let's show them how the digital world bows to us.
+
+    Her fingers pirouette on the keyboard, a frenetic ballet in the blue monitor glow.
+
+    INSERT – MONITOR SCREEN
+
+    Complex algorithms spiral and converge, yielding ACCESS GRANTED notifications
+    one after another.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+                  (with a satisfied nod)
+         That's the chorus I've been composing.
+
+    Tess swivels to a secondary workstation, a cockpit of scribbled code on neon
+    sticky notes. Each keystroke implants deceptive ghosts into the gallery's network.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+         A splash of misdirection here, a sprinkle of mirage there…
+
+    A toy dinosaur on her desk WOBBLES, a mechanism triggers, and it ROARS.
+    Tess glances with mock annoyance.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+         I'm working, T-Rex. No prehistoric symphonies right now!
+
+    She flicks the dinosaur. It grows silent. Tess laughs, her levity brief in the
+    night's gravity.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+         As I prophesied...
+
+    She meticulously crafts the gallery's virtual facsimile,
+    embroidering her own network beneath the overt digital landscape.
+
+    INSERT – ANOTHER MONITOR SCREEN
+
+    A 3D wireframe maze of Lavington's security architecture morphs,
+    highlighting Tess's clandestine pathways blossoming like digital flora.
+
+    Her grimace turns to a grin as SCHRODINGER, her code name for
+    unpredictability, the cat, jumps onto the desk, vying for
+    attention amidst the high stakes.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+         Joining the fray, Schro? The more, the merrier.
+         There's a big fish in the cyber sea tonight.
+
+    She indulges the cat with a scratch, its nose accidentally
+    toggling a virtual switch on the screen.
+    
+    The feeds shimmer and reshape, revealing dummy
+    footage primed to cloak their movements.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+         You're officially on the team now, Schro.
+         Sasha, your toys are cleared for the show.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. SASHA'S WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS
+
+    The scene transitions smoothly to SASHA's domain...
+
+    SASHA HOFFMAN, surrounded by a sleek myriad of her own inventions,
+    nods at Tess's voice in her earpiece, her gaze never leaving the
+    tiny automaton in her palm.
+
+                            SASHA
+         Our feline muse has graced us. Well played...
+
+    She meticulously screws the back panel of the device,
+    her movements methodical and assured.
+
+                                                  CUT BACK TO:
+
+INT. TESS'S WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS
+
+    TESS activates the next phase, coding with twice the fervor,
+    each line riddled with decoys and escape hatches within
+    the digital landscape.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+         Now for the sleight of hand...
+         to disappear without a trace.
+
+    She enters a command; onscreen representation of her digital
+    footprint fades into the intricate web of her own making.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+                  (with playful arrogance)
+         The digital cloak of invisibility...
+         still a classic in my collection.
+
+    Satisfied, TESS leans back, a rare moment of introspection amid
+    her electronic empire. Screens signal their readiness;
+    the silence before the digital tempest.
+
+                            TESS (CONT'D)
+         Patience, my digital symphony.
+         The opera is about to begin.
+         Make us proud, Leon and comrades.
+         It's almost showtime.
+
+    She permits herself a smirk as the countdown clock hits zero.
+    Tess's eyes sparkle – serene amidst the countdown.
+
+                                                  FADE TO BLACK.
+                                                  CUT TO EXTREME CLOSE UP:
+
+    Sasha's hand assembling the device’s intricate innards,
+    a canopy of tools laid out with surgical precision.
+
+INT. SASHA'S WORKSHOP - NIGHT
+
+    Each tool has its place in the sterile temple that is SASHA'S workspace.
+    Shelves are lined with labeled components, organized to perfection.
+
+    PANNING SHOT reveals Sasha huddled over a glass table,
+    soldering a circuit on the tiny, spider-like drone she's perfecting.
+
+                            SASHA
+                  (muttering with intense focus)
+         Every gear, a cog in our grand schema...
+
+    She adjusts her magnifying headset, scrutinizing her delicate
+    creation. Each soldered connection sings with potential.
+
+                                                  INSERT - SASHA'S BLUEPRINTS:
+
+    Expansive schematics detail each invention's role.
+    Drones, sensors, jammers – a high-tech arsenal at the ready.
+
+                            SASHA (CONT'D)
+                  (confidently)
+         The Sentry's not just a device;
+         it's the embodiment of deception.
+
+    She tests the drone's mobility, watching it glide over the
+    mockup of the gallery floorplan spread out before her.
+
+                            SASHA (CONT'D)
+                  (into her headset)
+         Tess, Sentries are about to waltz into their debut...
+
+    She watches as the drone's sensors sync flawlessly with Tess's
+    virtual constructs.
+
+                                                  CUT BACK TO:
+
+INT. TESS'S WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS
+
+    TESS watches the feedback from Sasha's Sentries on her screens, 
+    the simulated signals infiltrating the gallery's defenses
+    unchallenged.
+
+                            TESS
+         Reception's crystal.
+         They'll see nothing more than harmless flickers on
+         their boards.
+
+    She drinks in the conquest, a satisfied lioness surveying
+    her domain.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LEON'S SECRET WORKSHOP - NIGHT
+
+    The scene is a still life of tension and anticipation.
+    LEON REYNOLDS, amidst a shadowy array of forgery tools
+    and half-finished canvases, stands before a sprawling
+    wall dedicated to the caper.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (to himself, pondering Each step)
+         Not a second more, not a second less...
+
+                                                  INSERT - CLOSE-UP OF LEON'S HAND
+
+    As he traces his finger along the delicately inked timelines
+    and blueprints that extend across the workshop wall like an
+    artist's canvas.
+
+                            LEON (CONT'D)
+         In this dance, each second is a brushstroke...
+         we can't afford to blur the lines.
+
+    He halts, head cocked, listening to the silent rhythm of
+    invisible clockwork, then proceeds to a desk and flips
+    open a weathered book – a tome filled with historic heist
+    accounts.
+
+                            LEON (CONT'D)
+                  (contemplatively)
+         Every masterpiece tells a tale.
+         Ours will be no different – etched permanently in
+         the annals of precision and daring.
+
+    He steps to a large, imposing digital timer – its red digits
+    glare like a challenging beast.
+    
+    Leon stares it down with unflinching resolve.
+
+                            LEON (CONT'D)
+                  (assertively)
+         This is it. Our legacy unfolds tonight.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. MAYA'S STUDIO - NIGHT
+
+    A solitary bulb dangles above MAYA SANTOS, the soft light
+    casting her shadow across a masterful reproduction.
+    
+    Her hand glides over the canvas with the grace of a musician
+    plucking at strings.
+
+                            MAYA
+         In your colors, I found my voice...
+         be joyful, for you will live anew.
+
+                                                  INSERT - DELICATE BRUSHSTROKE:
+
+    Capturing the essence of a painted sky as dusk meets the canvas,
+    the evening light sanctifying her forgery.
+
+    Maya steps back, head tilted, studying the subtle play of hues
+    and textures. They reveal their perfection to her knowing gaze.
+
+                            MAYA (CONT'D)
+                  (with quiet triumph)
+         They will admire, yet never discern...
+
+    She exhales a long-held breath, the satisfaction of a creator
+    basking in the fulfillment of her art.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. CAFÉ ADJACENT TO LAVINGTON - DAY
+
+    ANTHONY LAMBERT stands behind the café counter, espresso machine
+    hissing as he conjures up velvety coffee creations.
+    His magnetic presence transcends the barista apron – the wolf
+    cloaked in sheep's clothing.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (with a wink)
+         A cappuccino to enrich your palette – a true masterpiece
+         begins with the first sip.
+
+    A CUSTOMER, awestruck by Anthony's allure, flutters her eyelashes
+    admiringly as she accepts the coffee.
+
+                            ANTHONY (CONT'D)
+                  (with a slightly conspiratorial lean)
+         And remember, mademoiselle, each secret has its savor –
+         tasted best amidst a touch of enigma.
+
+    A coy smile flickers across her lips, his words a sweet melody in
+    her ear. Anthony peers at the clock through his lashes
+    he's a maestro waiting for his cue.
+
+                            ANTHONY (CONT'D)
+                  (under his breath)
+         Almost showtime – the subterfuge commences.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - DAY (SIX MONTHS LATER)
+
+    A morning light washes over the grand facade of the gallery.
+    A digital clock wipes across the screen declaring the zero
+    hour – 00:00:00 – the heist day has dawned.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - DAY
+
+    Normalcy masks the impending scheme. Staff go about their
+    routine; the hum of preservation is unceasing.
+    
+    But amidst them, Leon and his team don their new roles. 
+
+    Maya, in a CONSERVATIONIST'S COAT, examines a painting up close.
+
+    Sasha, dressed as a TECH ADVISOR, inspects the new security
+    cameras.
+
+    Anthony, the barista, flashes his charm like a weapon across the
+    bistro, picking up loose bits of intel.
+
+    Tess, in INTERN ATTIRE, waltzes through the digital nerve center,
+    her fingers dancing over a tablet, owning the network beneath her
+    touch.
+
+    The stage is set, pieces moving in harmony.
+    The crew blends into the gallery's rhythm.
+    Silent acknowledgments pass between them – an invisible bond made
+    tangible.
+
+    LEON, the conductor of this intricate ensemble, locks gaze with
+    his conspirators.
+
+                            LEON
+         The time is now.
+         Remember, every micro-action is choreographed.
+         Let's write history.
+
+    With that, they disseminate among the unsuspecting crowd,
+    their roles as preordained as the art around them.
+
+    The PLAN, motion.
+
+    The STAGE, set.
+
+                                                  FADE OUT.
+
+INT. ARCHER'S POLICE PRECINCT - DAY
+
+    DETECTIVE ARCHER inhales a morning coffee, his eyes fixated on
+    a cluster of case files.
+    
+    His worn face carries the weight of anticipation.
+    It's another day, yet his instinct nags at him about a larger play.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (to himself)
+         Too quiet... something's brewing.
+
+    He taps a CASE FILE labeled "STOLEN ARTIFACTS" - indirectly
+    connected to our unseen heist crew.
+
+                                                  CUT BACK TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - CONTINUOUS
+
+    Under the guise of their roles, each member of the crew expertly
+    plants the seeds of their plan.
+    
+    The audience is aware, anticipation mounting as they inch closer
+    to the heist.
+
+                                                  FADE OUT.
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - DUSK
+
+    The fading light of dusk bathes the neoclassical facade of the
+    gallery in a warm, golden hue.
+    
+    The majestic columns stand like silent sentinels guarding the
+    treasures within.
+    
+    The bustling crowd of the day has dwindled to a sparse few,
+    drifting to the exits.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - MAIN EXHIBITION HALL - DUSK
+
+    The hall is cavernous and slowly emptying, allowing the setting
+    sun to cast long, dramatic shadows across the floor.
+    
+    We track past the last ADMIRERS as they leave, their murmurs
+    and footsteps fading.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - SECURITY HUB - DUSK
+
+    A small room, bathed in the glow of multiple MONITORS showing
+    various angles of the gallery.
+    
+    A SECURITY GUARD, bored and half-asleep, is about to end hi
+     shift. He barely glances at the screens. 
+
+    Suddenly, the feed FLICKERS and goes BLACK for a moment.
+    The guard sits up, startled, then settles back as the
+    image restores.
+    
+    A coded message is subtly embedded in the glitch – unnoticed by
+    the guard, but clear to us: "IT'S TIME".
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LEON'S SECRET WORKSHOP - DUSK
+
+    The team is in final preparations.
+    Leon's voice is steady with command as he goes through the
+    checklist with everyone.
+    
+    They are in their action gear – NONDESCRIPT CLOTHING,
+    gadgets in place, determined.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (looking at his team)
+         Comms check. Confirm when ready.
+
+                            TESS
+                  (checking her earpiece)
+         Tech and comms are go.
+
+                            SASHA
+                  (with a confident nod)
+         My gear's set.
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (lifting her chin)
+         Replicas ready for the switch.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (adjusting his earpiece)
+         Charm is always ready.
+
+    Leon surveys his team, a silent pride in his eyes.
+    They are a unit, a single entity poised on the edge of history.
+ 
+                            LEON
+         We are the invisible brushstrokes on the canvas of night.
+         Let's create our mark.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - MAIN EXHIBITION HALL - NIGHT
+
+    The STAFF EXIT, leaving the paintings alone in the dimly lit room.
+    The air is thick with anticipation.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - VARIOUS LOCATIONS - NIGHT
+
+    A synchronized ballet begins as each member of the team enters
+    the gallery from their respective locations, slipping throught
+    he shadows unnoticed.
+
+    Tess at the SECURITY HUB, her device interfacing with the
+    control panel, the guard now fast asleep after a cup of drugged
+    coffee.
+
+    Sasha, in a JANITOR'S UNIFORM, bypassing a SECURITY SENSOR with
+    a handheld device that emits a silent frequency.
+
+    Maya emerges from an EMPLOYEE CLOAKROOM, dressed in a guard's
+    uniform, hand-painted to match the others flawlessly.
+    She moves toward the paintings.
+
+    Anthony, in the BISTRO, ensures no lingering employee sees the
+    team's movements. A cocktail of charm and tactical diversion.
+
+    Each action is deliberate, their execution flawless.
+    The tension builds as the pieces of their plan click into place.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - TECH ADVISOR OFFICE - NIGHT
+
+    Leon is nestled amongst the screens and servers, bathed in
+    the pulse of the technology.
+    
+    His hands move with swift precision over the keyboard, entering
+    sequences, dismantling digital barriers with quiet fervor.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (into his comms)
+         All systems are down. Switch to infrared.
+
+    The GALLERY LIGHTS fall dark, replaced by the otherworldly
+    glow of infrared cameras – the team now visible as ghostly
+    figures on Leon's SCREEN.
+    
+    They continue, unseen by traditional surveillance.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - MAIN EXHIBITION HALL - NIGHT
+
+    Maya approaches the prized masterpiece, her motions fluid
+    and quiet.
+    
+    Sasha appears beside her, applying a black paste around the
+    frame that QUICKLY HARDENS into a perfect mold.
+
+    Together, they deftly lift the painting from the wall,
+    replacing it with an indistinguishable REPLICA, the
+    aging of the forgery immaculate under the scrutinizing
+    eye of infrared.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - SECURITY HUB - NIGHT
+
+    TESS, her eyes flicking between monitors, coordinates
+    the team's movements with almost supernatural foresight.
+
+                            TESS
+                  (into her comms)
+         East wing clear. Move now.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - BACK CORRIDOR - NIGHT
+
+    ANTHONY slips a MICRO CAMERA under the door of the
+    MAINTENANCE ROOM, watching a paired device.
+    
+    He signals an "all clear" snapping on gloves as he prepares
+    to open the door with a set of expertly crafted KEYS.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - MAIN EXHIBITION HALL - NIGHT
+
+    Maya and Sasha, their task complete, fade back into the shadows.
+    The replicas hang where originals once did, undetected, the
+    silence of the room accepting the ruse.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LEON'S SECRET WORKSHOP - NIGHT
+
+    Leon, a sentinel at his desk, his eyes never leaving the screens.
+
+                           LEON
+                  (into his comms, whispering)
+         Stage one complete. Prepare for exfil of the originals.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - BACK ALLEY - NIGHT
+
+    A nondescript van idles quietly as the driver,
+    wearing a BASEBALL CAP pulled low, checks their watch.
+    
+    It's TESS, ready for the getaway.
+
+    She makes a final check of the back, where CANVASES are securely
+    hidden in false compartments.
+
+                            TESS
+                  (into her comms, softly)
+         Extraction point is prepped and ready for transport.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - MAIN EXHIBITION HALL - NIGHT
+
+    The hall, now veiled in darkness, is a stage set for deception.
+    MAYA and SASHA emerge from the shadows, moving briskly but
+    cautiously as they cross the hall with the genuine
+    masterpieces rolled in protective tubes.
+
+                            SASHA
+                  (into her comms)
+         Heading to the rendezvous point now.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - CORRIDOR - NIGHT
+
+    Leon trails behind, vigilant.
+    His eyes scan every corner, his device in hand ready to jam any
+    unexpected security breaches.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (into his comms)
+         I'm covering your six. Keep moving.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - NORTH WING - NIGHT
+
+    ANTHONY, with a heavy duffel bag slung over his shoulder,
+    pauses at a corner.
+    
+    He peeks around — clear.
+    
+    He continues down the hallway, intent on his objective.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - NIGHT
+
+    The deserted area around the gallery is a stark contrast to
+    the tension-filled operation unfolding within.
+    
+    A CAT slinks by, the only witness to the impending escape.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - BACK EXIT - NIGHT
+
+    Maya and Sasha reach the exit, pausing to check the coast is
+    clear. The door opens a crack, spilling a sliver of ambient 
+    ight from the alleyway.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - BACK ALLEY - CONTINUOUS
+
+    The night air is thick as Maya and Sasha step out,
+    the precious rolls of artwork in hand.
+    
+    Tess gestures them into the van with urgent finesse.
+
+                            TESS
+                  (whispering)
+         Come on, come on...
+
+    They slide the paintings into the hidden compartments,
+    the false bottom emitting a soft click as it seals.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - NORTH WING - NIGHT
+
+    Anthony inserts the final painting into another compartment
+    within his bag, checking the fake facsimile he's left in
+    place on the wall.I t matches the others perfectly.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - ROOFTOP - NIGHT
+
+    Leon watches from above through BINOCULARS,
+    the perfect vantage point to oversee the heist.
+    He whispers an update.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (into his comms)
+         Final artworks in transit. Time to disappear.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - BACK EXIT - NIGHT
+
+    The door closes silently behind Maya and Sasha as they
+    reenter the gallery.
+    
+    They retrace their steps, fading back into the structure of
+    shadows and ghostly infrared outlines.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - BACK ALLEY - NIGHT
+
+    The van, its precious cargo now aboard, eases out of the
+    alleyway with Tess at the wheel.
+    
+    Its departure is quiet, lights off, as it merges with the
+    city's sleeping pulse.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - MAIN EXHIBITION HALL - NIGHT
+
+    The replicas are poised on the walls, a deceptive calm in
+    their place.
+    
+    One would never suspect the switch – an illusion resting
+    beneath silent alarms and the watchful eye of motionless
+    cameras.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. LAVINGTON GALLERY - VARIOUS ENTRANCES - NIGHT
+
+    One by one, like phantoms at the stroke of midnight,
+    the team slips out from various nondescript exits.
+    
+    Maya, Sasha, Anthony, now divested of their equipment,
+    meld into the night.
+    
+    They vanish as suddenly as they appeared—stealth their ally,
+    darkness their cloak.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. ARCHER'S POLICE PRECINCT - NIGHT
+
+    DETECTIVE ARCHER, at his desk surrounded by dim light and
+    evidence files, feels a BEAT of intuition, a ripple in the calm.
+    
+    He looks up, driven by unspoken urgency.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (under his breath)
+         Got a feeling tonight's the night...
+
+    He grabs his coat and keys, exiting the precinct.
+    His vehicle roars to life, lights cutting through the fog of the
+    city as he heads towards an unknown destiny, towards the gallery
+    that rests, unaware, of its newfound void.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LEON'S SECRET WORKSHOP - NIGHT
+
+    Leon, the last to leave his post, takes one final look at the
+    screens, their luminosity casting his face in stark relief.
+    
+    A sense of accomplishment, mixed with the adrenaline of danger,
+    glows in his eyes. He switches off the equipment, the room
+    blanketed in darkness.
+
+    Then, he too departs, the silence of the workshop speaking volumes
+    of the void they've left behind.
+
+EXT. CITY STREETS - NIGHT
+
+    The haunting hum of the city at NIGHT provides a backdrop as an
+    UNMARKED SEDAN tails the van from Lavington Gallery.
+    
+    Inside, DETECTIVE ARCHER's eyes flick to and from,
+    reading the streets with a hunter's focus.
+
+                                                  ARCHER'S POV
+
+    We see the van slip through traffic lights and turn down a
+    narrow side street.
+
+    Archer's hand moves to the radio.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (into radio, low)
+         I'm in pursuit of the target. Approaching the east sector.
+         Keep backup on standby.
+
+    The radio CRACKLES back an affirmation as we:
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. VIADUCT UNDERPASS - NIGHT
+
+    The van emerges beneath the underpass, its walls
+    graffiti-tagged with the city's urban tattoo.
+    
+    A SHADOWY FIGURE watches from above, obscured by the darkness.
+    As the van passes:
+
+                                                  ANGLE ON SHADOWY FIGURE
+
+    The figure steps out to reveal MAYA, her earlier poise
+    now masked by concentration.
+    She pulls out a two-way radio.
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (into radio)
+         Hawk is in flight. Keep an eye on the egg.
+
+    She turns and disappears back into the shadows as we:
+
+                                                                                                    CUT TO:
+
+EXT. CHASING SEQUENCE STREETS - NIGHT
+
+    A maze of BLURRING LIGHTS and PULSATING ENGINES as the
+    chase intensifies.
+    
+    Tess maneuvers the van with agility, swerving past oncoming
+    vehicles and pedestrians. The CAMERA JERKS and JOSTLES,
+    mirroring the chase's chaotic energy.
+
+                            TESS
+                  (stressed)
+         Hold on tight, this is gonna get bumpy!
+
+    SASHA, sitting beside her, clutches a remote control with
+    a RED BUTTON.
+    
+    She meets Tess's eyes, a silent query that's answered with
+    a determined nod.
+
+                            SASHA
+                  (hurried)
+         Ready on your mark!
+
+    Suddenly, the sedan gains ground, its headlights looming
+    ominously.
+    
+    Tess's eyes lock on the road ahead – a barricade of
+    CONSTRUCTION SIGNS and flashing amber lights.
+    
+    She presses down on the accelerator, a surge of power
+    pushing them onward.
+
+                            TESS
+                  (bracing)
+         Now, Sasha!
+
+    SASHA presses the button, and:
+
+                                                  EXPLOSION
+
+    A pre-set DETONATION goes off behind them,
+    sending a SHOWER OF SPARKS and DEBRIS into
+    the path of Archer's pursuing sedan.
+    
+    The sedan SCREECHES to a halt.
+
+EXT. ARCHER'S SEDAN - NIGHT
+
+    Archer slams his hands on the steering wheel,
+    frustration etched into every line of his face.
+
+    He reaches for his radio again while eyeing the
+    vanishing tail lights of the van.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (urgent, into radio)
+         They've set a trap.
+         I need aerial support and all units to converge on—
+
+    He cuts off abruptly, as something catches his attention.
+    A glint of LIGHT reflects off something in the distance,
+    drawing his gaze.
+
+                                                  ARCHER'S POV - THE SECOND VAN
+
+    Sneaking through an intersecting street,
+    the SECOND VAN takes a different, SECURER route,
+    unnoticed by the chaos of the first distraction.
+
+                                                  BACK TO SCENE
+
+    Archer, realizing he's been duped, makes a quick decision.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (grim realization, into radio)
+         Forget it. They split up. I'm going after the
+         secondary target. Stay on the original!
+
+    With swift precision, Archer shifts gears and U-TURNS his sedan,
+    racing off toward his new objective. The divided pursuit now has
+    multiple paths converging in the NIGHT.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. BRIDGE OVERLOOKING THE CITY - NIGHT
+
+    LEON stands at the edge of the bridge, his figure enveloped by
+    the sweeping cityscape.
+    
+    The distant SIRENS and chaos are drowned out by the RUSHING WATER
+    below.
+    
+    He pulls out a discreet EARPIECE, speaking with quiet authority.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (into Earpiece)
+         The eagle has left the nest.
+         I repeat, the eagle has left the nest.
+         Rendezvous at point delta.
+
+    A SIGH of relief passes his lips, visible in the cold night air.
+    He turns from the scene, his silhouette receding into the urban
+    tapestry as he makes his way toward their ultimate meeting place.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. MORETTI'S LUXURIOUS DEN - NIGHT
+
+    MORETTI sits at his grand desk, a fortress of power and
+    indulgence. Around him, henchmen await their orders, the
+    stillness shattered by the ARRIVAL of one of his trusted
+    lieutenants, breathless, carrying a RADIO.
+
+                            LIEUTENANT
+                  (tense)
+         Boss, the first van's been hit. There's been an incident.
+
+    MORETTI's eyes narrow into slits, fury barely masked.
+    He stands slowly, his demeanor calm but deadly.
+
+                            MORETTI
+                  (ominous)
+         Then we play our hand. No one double-crosses Victor Moretti.
+
+    He snatches the radio, barking orders.
+    His men mobilize, a swarm of precision and ill intent flooding
+    the room as he stalks toward the PANORAMIC WINDOWS, overlooking
+    his city of sin.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. SECOND VAN - NIGHT
+
+    Inside, the mood is palpably tense.
+    The van is filled with the REAL ARTWORKS, each one safely
+    housed in protective casing.
+    
+    Maya sits with Leon, sharing a look that speaks volumes of
+    their shared journey.
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (reassuringly)
+         We did it, Leon. We're almost there.
+
+                            LEON
+                  (sober, focused)
+         Not until every piece is secured, and Archer's out
+         of the picture. Keep your eyes open; it's not over yet.
+
+    He checks the rear-view mirror, his caution a testament to the
+    stakes at play. The van heads toward the edge of the city,
+    where their FREEDOM – or downfall – awaits.
+
+EXT. ABANDONED INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT - NIGHT
+
+    The SECOND VAN winds through the desolate streets, flanked by
+    DECAYING WAREHOUSES and FORGOTTEN FACTORIES.
+    
+    The pulse of the chase now a distant echo, they pull into a
+    nondescript building shaded by darkness.
+
+INT. SECOND VAN - CONTINUOUS
+
+    LEON, behind the wheel, kills the engine.
+
+    The silence is deafening.
+
+    MAYA eyes the rearview mirror, vigilant for any sign of pursuit.
+    Her fingers intertwine with Leon's, a quiet show of unity.
+
+                            MAYA
+         Just like old times, huh?
+
+                            LEON
+                  (softly)
+         Yeah. Just like old times.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. ABANDONED INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT - NIGHT
+
+    Their exit is swift, the team unloading the REAL ARTWORKS
+    with practiced ease. Each step resonates with solemnity as
+    they approach a CONCEALED ENTRANCE.
+
+INT. LEON'S SECRET WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS
+
+    The workshop door opens with a HISS, beckoning them into the
+    belly of creativity and duplicity. The paintings are
+    carefully carried inside, the tension palpable.
+
+INT. WORKSHOP - CONTINUOUS
+
+    Surrounded by FORGED ART and TOOLS OF THE TRADE,
+    the team deposits each piece onto a designated table.
+
+    SASHA examines the locking mechanisms on the SHIPPING CRATES,
+    ready to secure the precious cargo.
+
+                            SASHA
+         These need to be climate-controlled.
+         Is the vault prepped?
+
+                            LEON
+                  (nodding)
+         Temperature and humidity are stable. It's time.
+
+    They share a collective breath as LEON leads the way to the HEART
+    OF THE WORKSHOP – a reinforced steel door, its exterior an
+    incongruous mural of eclectic street art.
+
+INT. VAULT ENTRANCE - CONTINUOUS
+
+    Leon approaches a KEYPAD hidden within the mural, entering a
+    sequence. A CORRECT ENTRY tone sounds, and the steel door
+    retracts with a ponderous groan. The team moves inside.
+
+INT. VAULT - CONTINUOUS
+
+    Row upon row of MASTERPIECES, the true spoils of their endeavors,
+    stand guarded by state-of-the-art security. The CAMERA PANS over
+    the collection, a silent ode to their triumph.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (triumphant)
+         We've outdone ourselves this time.
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (satisfied)
+         We make quite the team.
+
+    They begin to slot the newly acquired pieces into the COLLECTION,
+    their movements a ballet of precision.
+
+                            TESS
+                  (checking her watch)
+         We need to sync up with the others and confirm extraction.
+
+    Leon nods, pulling out his PHONE to send a pre-arranged signal,
+    a green light illuminating his face. It's done. They are now
+    ghosts, their victory secured.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. ARCHER'S SEDAN - MOVING - NIGHT
+
+    DETECTIVE ARCHER, driven by instinct and hard-won experience,
+    cruises the industrial district. His scowl deepens with every
+    passing moment of fruitless search.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (talking to himself)
+         They're close. I can feel it.
+
+    His hand pauses over the radio before he retracts it, his eyes
+    catching a fleeting SHADE disappearing around a warehouse
+    corner. Curiosity piqued, he slows the car.
+
+EXT. ABANDONED INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT - WAREHOUSE CORNER - CONTINUOUS
+
+    Archer steps out of the vehicle, DRAWING his GUN with deliberate
+    calm. His FOOTSTEPS echo as he advances towards the corner, the
+    light from his flashlight cutting swaths through the night.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (poised)
+         Come out, come out, wherever you are...
+
+    His beam lands on MAYA'S JACKET, discarded at the corner.
+    A calculated tell? Or a genuine mistake?
+    His grip tightens around the pistol, senses heightened.
+
+INT. MORETTI'S LUXURIOUS DEN - SAME TIME
+
+    MORETTI stands at his grand windows overlooking the night,
+    his hands clasped behind his back. His face is unreadable,
+    but his EYES are alight with cold anticipation.
+
+                            LIEUTENANT
+                  (entering)
+         Sir, Archer's on the team's trail. But he's alone.
+
+                            MORETTI
+                  (slyly)
+         Let him play the hero. We'll swoop in at the end and pluck
+         the fruits. Prepare the men... It's time to end this game.
+
+    His lieutenant nods sharply and exits.
+    Moretti turns from the window, his silhouette a portrait of
+    brooding intent.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. ABANDONED INDUSTRIAL DISTRICT - NIGHT
+
+    Archer approaches the warehouse door, pausing to listen.
+    Somewhere inside is the key to unraveling the night's labyrinth of lies.
+
+    With a swift motion, he KICKS the door open and steps into the
+    darkness beyond.
+
+                                                  FADE OUT.
+
+                                                  FADE IN:
+
+INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
+
+    Silence pervades the cavernous space, punctuated only by the
+    faint hum of the city outside.
+    
+    Archer's FOOTSTEPS, heavy and calculated, reverberate against
+    the concrete.
+
+    He sweeps the BEAM OF HIS FLASHLIGHT across the room,
+    uncovering nothing but dust and the remnants of previous
+    occupancy – overturned chairs, rusty machinery.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (under his breath)
+         They've got to be here.
+
+    Suddenly, a CRACKING SOUND echoes through the emptiness.
+    Archer swings around, the Glock ready in his hand.
+    An elongated shadow stretches across the floor.
+
+    Without warning, ANTHONY steps out from the shadows, his hands
+    raised in mock surrender, a smirk playing on his lips.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+         Detective Archer, right?
+         I was hoping we’d run into each other.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (aiming the gun)
+         You're a long way from the gala, Mr. Lambert.
+                  (tightens grip)
+         Where's the rest of your crew?
+
+    Anthony’s smirk never wavers as he inches closer into the light,
+    his charisma seemingly unperturbed by the tense situation.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+         Oh, you know, around.
+                  (strategic playfulness)
+         But they're not the company you're looking for.
+
+    Archer's eyes narrow; he senses the game at play.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (cuttingly)
+         Don't test me. I’m not in the mood for games.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (calmly)
+         Isn't that exactly why we're here?
+         A game of cat and mouse, though I'm not sure who's
+         who anymore.
+
+    Archer's grip on the Glock tightens. He motions with the barrel
+    for Anthony to turn around and places handcuffs onto his wrists.
+    
+    A look of genuine surprise crosses Anthony's face, replaced
+    quickly by resignation.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. LEON'S SECRET WORKSHOP - VAULT - SAME TIME
+
+    Leon stands back, admiring the new additions to their collection.
+    Maya joins him, her expression a mix of awe and trepidation.  
+
+                            MAYA
+                  (whispers)
+         Is it too good to be true?
+
+                            LEON
+                  (quiet confidence)
+         No. We've earned this.
+                  (glancing at Tess)
+         Everything's in place?
+
+    Tess nods, her eyes locked on her SCREEN, full of lines of code
+    and surveillance feeds, ensuring their ongoing invisibility.
+
+                            TESS
+         We're clear. Archer’s busy with Anthony.
+                  (beat)
+         It's only a matter of time, though...
+
+    Leon nods, knowing the gravity of Tess's statement.
+    They needed to vanish entirely – and soon.
+
+                            LEON
+    Make sure the escape routes are clear. We can't leave anything
+    to chance.
+
+                            MAYA
+         And what about Anthony?
+
+    Leon turns, his eyes resolute, the weight of leadership apparent.
+
+                            LEON
+         He knows the risks. He’ll hold his own.
+         We move in fifteen.
+                  (determined)
+         Prepare for the next phase.
+
+    They exchange solemn nods, each member of the team retreating
+    to their tasks, the silence once again enveloping the vault.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+EXT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS
+
+    Archer, holding his suspect at gunpoint, walks Anthony toward
+    his sedan, powerfully illuminated by the streetlights.
+
+    Anthony goes willingly, still managing a brief, knowing glance
+    back at the warehouse.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (gruffly)
+         You're going to talk, one way or another.
+
+    Anthony grins, locks eyes with Archer, his charm unbroken.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (disarming)
+         Detective, I'm an open book.
+
+    Archer opens the rear door of the sedan. Before pushing Anthony
+    into the car, he takes one last look at the warehouse, a
+    feeling of unease settling in his stomach.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (to himself)
+         It's too easy.
+
+    The door slams shut, muffling Anthony's last comment.
+    Archer casts a final, lingering glance at the warehouse before
+    climbing into the driver's seat.
+
+                                                  CUT TO:
+
+INT. ARCHER'S SEDAN - MOVING - MOMENTS LATER
+
+    Archer drives in silence, the only sound the car's ENGINE and the
+    occasional crackling of his RADIO.
+    
+    Anthony sits in the back, humming a tune, seemingly at peace with
+    the world.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (glancing in the rearview mirror)
+         Quietly confident for a man in your position.
+
+                            ANTHONY
+                  (charming)
+         Confidence and a plan go hand in hand, Detective.
+
+                            ARCHER
+                  (voice low)
+         We'll see about that.
+
+    Anthony stops humming, leans back, and closes his eyes, his
+    silhouette faintly visible in the glow of passing streetlights.
+
+                                                  FADE OUT.
+
+THE END.

src/components/toolbars/top-menu/file/index.tsx

@@ -101,6 +101,41 @@ export function TopMenuFile() {
               >
                 Wasteland.clap
               </MenubarItem>
+              <MenubarItem
+                onClick={() => {
+                  openScreenplayUrl('/samples/scripts/The Apery.txt')
+                }}
+              >
+                The Apery.txt [by GPT-4]
+              </MenubarItem>
+              <MenubarItem
+                onClick={() => {
+                  openScreenplayUrl('/samples/scripts/Star Wars A New Hope.txt')
+                }}
+              >
+                Star Wars A New Hope.txt
+              </MenubarItem>
+              <MenubarItem
+                onClick={() => {
+                  openScreenplayUrl('/samples/scripts/Rear Window.txt')
+                }}
+              >
+                 Rear Window
+              </MenubarItem>
+              <MenubarItem
+                onClick={() => {
+                  openScreenplayUrl('/samples/scripts/Raiders of the Lost Ark.txt')
+                }}
+              >
+                Raiders of the Lost Ark.txt
+              </MenubarItem>
+              <MenubarItem
+                onClick={() => {
+                  openScreenplayUrl('/samples/scripts/The Goonies.txt')
+                }}
+              >
+                The Goonies.txt
+              </MenubarItem>
               <MenubarItem
                 onClick={() => {
                   openScreenplayUrl('/samples/scripts/Citizen Kane.txt')
@@ -118,15 +153,14 @@ export function TopMenuFile() {
             </MenubarSubContent>
           </MenubarSub>
           <MenubarSeparator />
-          {/*
-        <MenubarItem
-        onClick={() => {
-          saveVideoFile()
-        }}>
-          Export project to MP4
-        </MenubarItem>
-        <MenubarSeparator />
-        */}
+          <MenubarItem
+            onClick={() => {
+              saveVideoFile()
+            }}
+          >
+            Export project to MP4
+          </MenubarItem>
+          <MenubarSeparator />
           <MenubarItem
             onClick={() => {
               saveZipFile()

src/services/io/useIO.ts

@@ -376,28 +376,82 @@ export const useIO = create<IOStore>((set, get) => ({
     const { saveAnyFile } = get()
     console.log(`rendering project using the free community server..`)
 
-    const clap: ClapProject = useTimeline.getState().clap
+    const timeline: TimelineStore = useTimeline.getState()
+
+    const { clap, totalDurationInMs, segments: timelineSegments } = timeline
+
+    const task = useTasks.getState().add({
+      category: TaskCategory.EXPORT,
+      visibility: TaskVisibility.BLOCKER,
+      initialMessage: `Rendering the project to MP4..`,
+      successMessage: `Successfully exported the MP4 video!`,
+      value: 0,
+    })
+
+    const segments: ExportableSegment[] = timelineSegments
+      .map((segment, i) => formatSegmentForExport(segment, i))
+      .filter(({ isExportableToFile }) => isExportableToFile)
+
+    const videos: FFMPegVideoInput[] = []
+    const audios: FFMPegAudioInput[] = []
+
+    segments.forEach(
+      ({
+        segment,
+        prefix,
+        filePath,
+        assetUrl,
+        assetSourceType,
+        isExportableToFile,
+      }) => {
+        // we extract the base64 files
+        if (isExportableToFile) {
+          assetUrl = filePath
+          assetSourceType = ClapAssetSource.PATH
+
+          if (filePath.startsWith('video/')) {
+            videos.push({
+              data: base64DataUriToUint8Array(segment.assetUrl),
+              startTimeInMs: segment.startTimeInMs,
+              endTimeInMs: segment.endTimeInMs,
+              durationInSecs: segment.assetDurationInMs / 1000,
+            })
+          }
+
+          if (
+            filePath.startsWith('music/') ||
+            filePath.startsWith('dialogue/')
+          ) {
+            audios.push({
+              data: base64DataUriToUint8Array(segment.assetUrl),
+              startTimeInMs: segment.startTimeInMs,
+              endTimeInMs: segment.endTimeInMs,
+              durationInSecs: segment.assetDurationInMs / 1000,
+            })
+          }
+        }
+      }
+    )
 
-    const segments: TimelineSegment[] = useTimeline.getState().segments
-
-    // note: I didn't put it inside the clapper's own API,
-    // because this is something a bit fragile
-    // (it uses ffmpeg and puppeteer, sometimes it crashes etc)
-    const result = await fetch(
-      // TODO: put this into a variable
-      // also rename this to so cool-sounding module
-      `https://jbilcke-hf-ai-tube-clap-exporter.hf.space?f=mp4`,
-      {
-        method: 'POST',
-        body: await serializeClap(clap),
+    const fullVideo = await createFullVideo(
+      videos,
+      audios,
+      1024,
+      576,
+      totalDurationInMs,
+      (progress, message) => {
+        task.setProgress({
+          message,
+          value: progress * 0.9,
+        })
       }
     )
 
-    const videoBlob = await result.blob()
+    const videoBlob = new Blob([fullVideo], { type: 'video/mp4' })
 
     const videoDataUrl = await blobToBase64DataUri(videoBlob)
 
-    const alreadyAnEmbeddedFinalVideo = segments
+    const alreadyAnEmbeddedFinalVideo = timelineSegments
       .filter(
         (s) =>
           s.category === ClapSegmentCategory.VIDEO &&
@@ -428,10 +482,6 @@ export const useIO = create<IOStore>((set, get) => ({
       )
     }
 
-    console.log(
-      `The free community server responded: ${result.status} ${result.statusText}`
-    )
-
     saveAnyFile(videoBlob, 'my_project.mp4')
   },
 
@@ -466,6 +516,8 @@ export const useIO = create<IOStore>((set, get) => ({
       const videos: FFMPegVideoInput[] = []
       const audios: FFMPegAudioInput[] = []
 
+      const includeFullVideo = false
+
       segments.forEach(
         ({
           segment,
@@ -486,25 +538,27 @@ export const useIO = create<IOStore>((set, get) => ({
             assetUrl = filePath
             assetSourceType = ClapAssetSource.PATH
 
-            if (filePath.startsWith('video/')) {
-              videos.push({
-                data: base64DataUriToUint8Array(segment.assetUrl),
-                startTimeInMs: segment.startTimeInMs,
-                endTimeInMs: segment.endTimeInMs,
-                durationInSecs: segment.assetDurationInMs / 1000,
-              })
-            }
-
-            if (
-              filePath.startsWith('music/') ||
-              filePath.startsWith('dialogue/')
-            ) {
-              audios.push({
-                data: base64DataUriToUint8Array(segment.assetUrl),
-                startTimeInMs: segment.startTimeInMs,
-                endTimeInMs: segment.endTimeInMs,
-                durationInSecs: segment.assetDurationInMs / 1000,
-              })
+            if (includeFullVideo) {
+              if (filePath.startsWith('video/')) {
+                videos.push({
+                  data: base64DataUriToUint8Array(segment.assetUrl),
+                  startTimeInMs: segment.startTimeInMs,
+                  endTimeInMs: segment.endTimeInMs,
+                  durationInSecs: segment.assetDurationInMs / 1000,
+                })
+              }
+
+              if (
+                filePath.startsWith('music/') ||
+                filePath.startsWith('dialogue/')
+              ) {
+                audios.push({
+                  data: base64DataUriToUint8Array(segment.assetUrl),
+                  startTimeInMs: segment.startTimeInMs,
+                  endTimeInMs: segment.endTimeInMs,
+                  durationInSecs: segment.assetDurationInMs / 1000,
+                })
+              }
             }
           }
 
@@ -523,26 +577,28 @@ export const useIO = create<IOStore>((set, get) => ({
         }
       )
 
-      const fullVideo = await createFullVideo(
-        videos,
-        audios,
-        1024,
-        576,
-        timeline.totalDurationInMs,
-        (progress, message) => {
-          task.setProgress({
-            message,
-            value: progress * 0.9,
-          })
-        }
-      )
-
-      files['video/full.mp4'] = [
-        // we don't compress assets since normally they already use
-        // some form of compression (PNG, JPEG, MP3, MP4 etc..)
-        fullVideo as Uint8Array,
-        { level: 0 },
-      ]
+      if (includeFullVideo) {
+        const fullVideo = await createFullVideo(
+          videos,
+          audios,
+          clap.meta.width,
+          clap.meta.height,
+          timeline.totalDurationInMs,
+          (progress, message) => {
+            task.setProgress({
+              message,
+              value: progress * 0.9,
+            })
+          }
+        )
+
+        files['video/full.mp4'] = [
+          // we don't compress assets since normally they already use
+          // some form of compression (PNG, JPEG, MP3, MP4 etc..)
+          fullVideo as Uint8Array,
+          { level: 0 },
+        ]
+      }
 
       fflate.zip(
         files,