UNDER SIEGE 3: COLD IRON - fanfiction! - screenplay

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UNDER SIEGE 3: COLD IRON

Fanfiction Feature-Length Shooting Script

Based on characters created by J. F. Lawton
Starring: Steven Seagal as Casey Ryback

NOTE: This is a condensed 110–120 page–style shooting script adapted for text. It includes sluglines for every scene, Seagal-style minimal dialogue, and frequent martial arts beats.

FADE IN:

1 EXT. URAL MOUNTAINS – SUNSET

A vast expanse of jagged peaks and dense pine forest, buried under deep snow. Wind HOWLS across the ridgelines.

A THIN TRAIL of smoke curls from a lonely CABIN snug against the mountainside.

2 INT. MOUNTAIN CABIN – KITCHEN – NIGHT

Sparse. Efficient. Everything has a place.

CASEY RYBACK (60s), heavier, older, but with sharp, watchful eyes, chops vegetables with precise, fluid knife-work.

A small POT simmers on a wood stove.

On a nearby table: a disassembled RIFLE, cleaned and laid out like a ritual.

A SHORTWAVE RADIO crackles in Russian. Military chatter. Coordinates. Code words.

Ryback glances at it. Reaches over. CLICKS IT OFF.

RYBACK
(to himself)
Too loud.

He tastes the stew. Nods once.

3 EXT. CABIN – NIGHT

The wind screams across the clearing.

FOOTPRINTS form in the snow, one after another, as FOUR ARMED MEN in winter camo move in low and fast.

Visors. Suppressed rifles. Professional.

One signals. Two flank the sides, one moves to the back, one approaches the front window.

4 INT. CABIN – CONTINUOUS

Ryback pauses mid-motion. He sets the ladle down. His eyes shift to the door.

He moves with calm purpose:
– kills the lights,
– flips the table on its side,
– reaches under it, retrieving a worn, customized PISTOL and a COMBAT KNIFE.

Glass EXPLODES as a suppressed SHOT punches through the window.

Ryback is already dropping behind the table.

5 EXT. CABIN – CONTINUOUS

The LEAD ATTACKER leans into the shattered window for a better angle.

Ryback’s HAND snaps out from the darkness, grabs his wrist, SLAMS it into the frame. Bones CRUNCH.

Ryback YANKS the man forward, smashing his face into the window frame. A brutal Aikido wrist crank. The rifle drops.

ATTACKER #1
(grunts)
Agh—

Ryback fires ONE CLEAN SHOT through his chest.

6 EXT. CABIN – BACK WALL – CONTINUOUS

ATTACKER #2 creeps along the wall, checking corners. He passes a narrow gap where a TRIPWIRE glints faintly in the snow.

His boot catches it.

A LOG studded with SPIKES swings down from above, smashing him against the wall. Neck broken.

7 INT. CABIN – CONTINUOUS

Bullets rip through the wooden walls. SPLINTERS rain down.

Ryback moves low and smooth, staying in the shadows.

ATTACKER #3 kicks the door open and storms in.

Ryback meets him halfway.

He deflects the rifle aside, snaps a front kick into the attacker’s knee—CRACK. A spinning elbow to the jaw. The man drops the rifle.

Ryback snatches it mid-fall, flips it, and fires three controlled bursts through the open doorway.

8 EXT. CABIN – FRONT – CONTINUOUS

ATTACKER #4 is hit. He stumbles back, clutching his chest, falls into the snow.

Silence, except for the wind.

9 INT. CABIN – LATER

The bodies lie in a row outside, partially covered. Ryback stands over a small makeshift table.

He searches a DEAD MAN’s pockets, pulls out a PATCH: a black BEAR CLAW gripping a LIGHTNING BOLT.

He studies it.

RYBACK
(low)
Not local.

He checks another body, finds a PHONE – military-grade, encrypted.

He pockets it, then looks at the radio, thinking.

10 EXT. CABIN – NIGHT

Ryback drags the bodies out farther into the snow, dumping them into a rocky ravine.

He sprinkles FUEL over the bodies. Lights a flare. Drops it.

WHOOMP.

Orange light flickers across his face.

RYBACK
You came looking.

He turns back toward the cabin.

11 INT. CABIN – NIGHT

Ryback sits at the table. The encrypted PHONE is hooked to a small, improvised DEVICE – wires, cracked laptop, jury-rigged tech.

On-screen: scrambled Russian text beginning to resolve.

A MAP overlay of the URALS and SIBERIA. A blinking point at an OLD RAIL JUNCTION.

He zooms in. Sees Cyrillic: OBJEKT: KOLDOVAN-13.

Coordinates. Timetable. Heavy cargo.

RYBACK
(reads)
Voron.

He taps the bear-claw patch on the table.

RYBACK (CONT’D)
You boys brought me homework.

He stands. Starts assembling the rifle.

12 EXT. MOUNTAIN CABIN – PRE-DAWN

The sky just hinting at gray.

Ryback closes the cabin door behind him, now wearing a winter tactical coat, backpack, rifle slung, knife sheathed at his hip.

He takes one last look at the cabin.

RYBACK
Thanks for the quiet.

He heads off into the dark trees.

ACT ONE – INTO THE WHITE

13 EXT. URAL FOREST – DAWN

Ryback moves through the trees, fast but efficient, leaving almost no trace.

He pauses at an overlook, raises BINOCULARS.

Through the lenses: a DISTANT ROAD, a CONVOY of three MILITARY TRUCKS threading through the snow.

Same bear-claw PATCH on their doors.

14 EXT. RIDGE ABOVE ROAD – DAY

Ryback lies prone, sets up his rifle. Breath steady.

He tracks the lead truck.

RYBACK
Let’s talk.

He fires. A PERFECT SHOT – the bullet smashes the engine block.

The lead truck skids to a halt. The other two slam brakes.

15 EXT. ROAD – CONTINUOUS

Soldiers spill out, shouting in Russian. They scramble for cover.

Ryback is already moving.

16 EXT. TREELINE – CONTINUOUS

Two SOLDIERS sweep toward the trees.

Ryback steps out from behind a trunk, parries the first man’s rifle with a circular Aikido motion, twists, and sends him crashing into his partner.

He uses their momentum, spinning the first soldier’s arm into a lock. Disarms him, flips the rifle, and uses it as a lever to THROW him into a tree. Spine meets wood.

The second soldier lunges with a knife.

Ryback slips aside, traps the wrist, and hyperextends the elbow with a sharp downward strike.

RYBACK
Bad angle.

He knocks the man out with a palm strike.

17 EXT. ROAD – CONTINUOUS

The remaining soldiers take cover behind the third truck, firing at the ridge where Ryback no longer is.

He appears suddenly from the side, moving low.

He slides behind the middle truck, tosses a small SMOKE GRENADE under it.

White smoke billows.

Chaos.

Ryback uses the confusion, darting through the smoke, striking throats, smashing rifles aside, executing quick throws.

One soldier comes at him with a buttstroke.

Ryback catches it, steps inside, and executes a classic Aikido KOTE GAESHI wrist throw, sending the man crashing onto his own weapon.

18 EXT. ROAD – MOMENTS LATER

Silence. Bodies unconscious or dead.

Ryback checks the truck interiors. Crates of electronics, fuel, and marked cases stamped: K-13 – PRIORITET.

He finds a PAPER FOLDER in the cab. Opens it.

Inside: satellite photos of a massive SOVIET RAIL COMPLEX buried under snow. Marked VORON.

Another photo: A COLD-EYED MAN in Russian uniform, late 50s.
LABEL: COLONEL ALEXEI DRAKOV.

Ryback’s jaw tightens.

RYBACK
You again.

He pockets the photo.

19 INT. DISABLED TRUCK – CONTINUOUS

A RADIO unit sits on the dash.

Ryback adjusts frequency, listens.

VOICES (V.O., IN RUSSIAN)
Convoy Delta, report. Rail site K-13 awaiting delivery. Colonel Drakov on-site.

Ryback keys the mic, his Russian fluent but accented.

RYBACK (IN RUSSIAN)
Convoy Delta hit ice. Delayed. Approaching from south road.

VOICES (V.O.)
Copy. Rail activation in six hours. Do not fail.

Ryback clicks it off.

RYBACK
Six hours.

He steps out.

20 EXT. ROAD – CONTINUOUS

Ryback mounts one of the still-functioning SNOWMOBILES tethered behind the last truck.

He guns the engine and tears off toward the distant mountains.

ACT TWO – THE GHOST RAIL

21 EXT. SIBERIAN TUNDRA – DAY

A desolate expanse of snow and ice. No trees, just endless white.

Ryback rides the snowmobile across the barren plain, a tiny figure against the frozen horizon.

22 EXT. RIDGE OVERLOOKING RAIL FACILITY – DAY

An ABANDONED SOVIET RAIL TERMINAL. Snowdrifts half-bury rusted rails, derelict WATCHTOWERS, and a row of crumbling WAREHOUSES.

But beneath that decay: movement.

ARMORED VEHICLES. MEN in modern gear. PATROLS.

At the far end: a MASSIVE ARMORED TRAIN – angular plates, missile launch canisters embedded in flatcars, bristling with sensors.

A MOBILE DOOMSDAY PLATFORM.

Ryback peers through binoculars. Zooms in.

On a raised platform stands COLONEL DRAKOV.

Hard, scarred. Commanding. The bear-claw patch on his tactical winter coat.

23 INT. MAKESHIFT OPERATIONS TENT – DAY

Maps of Europe, the Arctic, and shipping lanes cover tables. Laptops, satellite uplinks. A small team of TECHS monitor data.

Drakov stands over a holographic map display showing missile arcs.

DRAKOV
(to his second)
Everyone pays to cross cold water. We will own the water.

His SECOND-IN-COMMAND, SERGEI MALENKO (40s), bulky, brutal, nods.

MALENKO
NATO? Finns? Norwegians?

DRAKOV
They like peace. They will pay for it.

He smiles coldly.

24 EXT. RIDGE – CONTINUOUS

Ryback takes mental snapshots. Counts guards. Notes sensor masts, camera arcs.

He checks his watch.

RYBACK
Six hours got shorter.

He moves off, circling.

25 EXT. SERVICE TUNNEL ENTRANCE – DAY

Half-buried in a snowbank: a rusted STEEL DOOR with faded Soviet markings.

Ryback digs around it, finds the OLD LOCK. He produces a compact breaching charge from his pack.

He sets it, steps aside.

Small, controlled BOOM. The door cracks open.

26 INT. SERVICE TUNNEL – DAY

Dark. Narrow. The air stale.

Ryback moves through with a small RED-LENSED FLASHLIGHT, sweeping the walls – old warning signs, peeling paint.

Up ahead: faint NEW WIRING. Modern fiber lines bolted to ancient concrete.

27 INT. UNDERGROUND ACCESS SHAFT – DAY

Metal stairs climb up to a hatch with fresh bolts.

Voices filter through.

Ryback holsters his pistol, flexes his hands.

RYBACK
Let’s knock.

He silently levers the hatch open a crack.

28 INT. RAIL COMPLEX – LOWER LEVEL – CONTINUOUS

A maintenance corridor under the main rail platform.

Two GUARDS stand near a control panel, bored.

Ryback slips out, silent as a shadow.

He approaches from behind.

He grabs the first guard, performing a flowing Aikido choke, pulling him into a side corridor. A quick twist—unconscious.

The second guard turns.

Ryback steps in, parries a punch, traps the arm, and SNAPS the shoulder with a tight inward lock.

GUARD #2
(yells)
Intrude—

Ryback chops his throat. Silence.

RYBACK
Security problem.

He drags both bodies out of sight.

29 INT. RAIL MAINTENANCE BAY – DAY

Below the train. PIPES, hydraulic lines, catwalks.

Ryback moves under the armored flatcars, studying the suspension and brake systems.

He plants small SHAPED CHARGES on key support points.

30 INT. CONTROL STATION – LOWER LEVEL – DAY

A cramped room with old Soviet panels retrofitted with modern screens.

Ryback slips in. No one inside.

He scans labels in Russian: BRAKE OVERRIDES, POWER ROUTING, EMERGENCY RELEASE.

He pulls a MICRODRIVE from his pocket, plugs it into a terminal.

Lines of code scroll. A simple routine begins to mirror and hijack control commands.

RYBACK
You drive, I steer.

31 INT. OPERATIONS TENT – SAME TIME

A TECH glances at an alert on his screen.

TECH
We have a calibration echo on the brake grid.

Drakov looks over.

DRAKOV
Ignore it. System is old.

The tech nods, uneasy.

32 INT. RAIL MAINTENANCE BAY – DAY

Ryback finishes planting the last charge.

He hears BOOTS above, moving along the train.

A GUARD drops down through a hatch.

GUARD
(in Russian)
Who authorized—

Ryback is on him in an instant.

He redirects the man’s rifle, pivots, and executes a sharp Aikido hip throw, slamming him onto the steel grating.

The guard groans.

Ryback clamps a hand over his mouth.

RYBACK
Shh.

He chokes him out.

33 INT. UNDERGROUND ACCESS – STAIRWELL – DAY

Alarms begin to faintly HONK in the distance.

Ryback moves back toward the access shaft.

Over a PA system (RUSSIAN ANNOUNCER) – something about launch sequence checks.

He stops, listening.

RYBACK
Not yet.

He heads upward.

34 INT. PLATFORM EDGE – MOMENTS LATER

Ryback emerges into the main hangar.

The ARMORED TRAIN dominates the cavernous space. Crews hurry along its length.

Drakov stands on a balcony, overseeing.

Ryback blends into shadows behind stacked crates.

35 INT. PLATFORM – CONTINUOUS

Malenko barks orders.

MALENKO
Move fuel cells! Secure missile bay three!

He turns, spots a GUARD slacking off.

MALENKO (CONT’D)
In Russian:
You think this is a passenger train?

The guard snaps to attention.

36 INT. PLATFORM SHADOWS – CONTINUOUS

Ryback studies Malenko, reading his rhythms.

He murmurs to himself.

RYBACK
Big man. Breaks easy.

A GUARD approaches the crates. Ryback steps around, silent.

As the guard turns the corner, Ryback traps the weapon, elbows his jaw, spins, and uses a shoulder throw to dump him between crates.

Quick choke. Out.

Ryback takes his cap, pulls it low, and moves along the train.

37 INT. TRAIN – EQUIPMENT CAR – DAY

Ryback slips inside.

Racks of GEAR. Ammo, rifles, cold-weather kits.

He plants two more charges near the COUPLINGS.

A PATROL of two soldiers enters from the other end.

They freeze, seeing him.

SOLDIER #1
(in Russian)
You’re not—

Ryback moves.

He parries a magazine strike, front-kicks #1 into a rack. Spinning backfist to #2’s face. Aikido disarm as the rifle swings up.

He uses the rifle like a staff – striking wrists, throat, ribs.

He traps #2’s arm and executes a clean shoulder lock, SLAMMING him head-first into the wall.

RYBACK
Train’s full.

He drags them aside, finishes his charges.

38 INT. OPERATIONS TENT – LATER

A countdown clock on a monitor: 00:48:00.

Techs monitor satellite uplinks.

TECH
Colonel, guidance systems locking. Target packages confirmed.

DRAKOV
Good. Prepare launch profile demonstration.

A message flashes: INCOMING ENCRYPTED CALL – CLIENT.

Drakov smiles.

39 EXT. RIDGE ABOVE FACILITY – DAY

Ryback departs the complex via another tunnel, re-emerging onto a higher ridge.

Behind him, the facility hums with activity.

He checks a remote detonator. All channels green.

He looks down.

RYBACK
You’re not leaving on time.

He heads for the opposite side – toward a snow-choked valley and a faint, old TRACK leading west.

ACT THREE – KARELIAN SHADOWS

40 EXT. BORDERLAND FOREST – TWILIGHT

Dense, dark pine forest. Snow-laden branches sag low.

SUPER: KARELIA – NEAR FINNISH BORDER

A FINNISH BORDER PATROL TRUCK crawls along an unplowed track.

Inside: ANNA KORHONEN (30s), sharp, no-nonsense, bundled in winter gear, scans a rugged tablet.

Her partner, MIKA (40s), drives.

MIKA
(in Finnish, subtitled)
You see ghosts again?

ANNA
Satellite pinged. Russian radio traffic spiked.

She zooms in on a map – a corridor from the Urals toward the north.

ANNA (CONT’D)
Something big is moving.

41 EXT. KARELIA – FOREST CLEARING – NIGHT

A SMALL CABIN used as a forward observation post.

Anna and Mika set up inside – scopes, thermal binoculars, a small generator.

42 EXT. SIBERIAN RAIL COMPLEX – NIGHT

Back at the rail facility.

The ARMORED TRAIN’s ENGINES ROAR to life. Snow blows off the cars.

Inside the operations tent, Drakov watches.

DRAKOV
Begin departure.

43 INT. CONTROL STATION – LOWER LEVEL – SAME

The mirrored code Ryback installed subtly shifts the BRAKE CONTROL PARAMETERS.

A small light BLINKS red unnoticed.

44 EXT. RAIL COMPLEX – NIGHT

The train begins to roll out of the underground hangar, climbing a ramp to the open tundra.

45 EXT. RIDGE – NIGHT

Ryback watches from afar, now on another snowmobile.

He thumbs his detonator, then pauses.

RYBACK
Closer.

He waits as the train clears the main structure.

Click.

46 EXT. RAIL LINE – JUST OUTSIDE COMPLEX – NIGHT

Under the rear cars, Ryback’s charges DETONATE in sequence.

SHOCKWAVES rip through the suspension. Several rear cars BUCK and derail, tearing up track.

The front of the train lurches but stays on line.

47 INT. OPERATIONS TENT – SAME

Chaos.

TECH
We lost cars seven through twelve!

MALENKO
Sabotage!

Drakov is deadly calm.

DRAKOV
Keep moving. We have enough.

48 EXT. TUNDRA – NIGHT

The damaged but still-functioning forward half of the train thunders into the darkness.

Ryback guns his snowmobile, paralleling it at a distance.

RYBACK
You’re bleeding. That’s enough.

He angles west, toward thicker forest.

49 EXT. KARELIAN LAKE – DAY

A broad, frozen lake surrounded by dark tree lines.

SUPER: KARELIA – LATER

Anna studies a portable radar tablet. A LARGE BLIP moves fast across the map.

ANNA
That’s no truck.

Mika peers through binoculars.

50 EXT. DISTANT HILLS – ANNA’S POV – DAY

A faint plume of exhaust and snow on the horizon – the ARMORED TRAIN cutting across a high northern spur of track.

51 INT. BORDER CABIN – DAY

Anna paces.

ANNA
Train on that line? No schedule. No manifest.

Mika shrugs.

MIKA
Military exercise?

ANNA
No flags. No IFF. And…

She taps her tablet, pulling up intercepted Russian chatter.

ANNA (CONT’D)
Someone’s screaming about sabotage.

52 EXT. FOREST ROAD – DAY

Ryback’s snowmobile sputters, engine protesting.

He coaxes it along a narrow track toward the lake.

He hears a TRUCK in the distance.

He kills the engine and listens.

53 EXT. FOREST ROAD – CONTINUOUS

The Finnish border truck grinds around a bend.

Anna sees the snowmobile and Ryback.

They both stop.

Guns come up on Anna’s side. Ryback raises his hands slowly.

ANNA
(in accented English)
Stay where you are!

Ryback eyes their patches, their gear.

RYBACK
You’re on the wrong side to shoot me.

MIKA
He’s American.

ANNA
We’ll see.

She steps closer, weapon steady.

ANNA (CONT’D)
Who are you?

RYBACK
Cook.

She stares.

ANNA
Try again.

RYBACK
Casey Ryback. Used to ride boats. Now I ride mountains.

She lowers the gun just a fraction.

ANNA
We have reports of sabotage on Russian territory. And an unscheduled train.

RYBACK
Yeah. Your unscheduled train is a rolling missile farm.

He nods toward the north.

RYBACK (CONT’D)
Colonel Drakov. Black market show-and-tell.

Anna studies him, weighing.

ANNA
You’re one man.

RYBACK
Usually enough.

He limps slightly. She notices.

ANNA
You’re hurt.

RYBACK
I’ve been worse.

54 INT. BORDER TRUCK – MOVING – DAY

Ryback sits in the back, checking his gear. Anna rides up front, phone to her ear.

Finnish radio chatter. She argues quietly with a superior.

She hangs up, frustrated.

ANNA
They want us to observe. Not engage.

Ryback shrugs.

RYBACK
Then you observe. I’ll engage.

MIKA
He’s not subtle.

ANNA
You have a plan?

RYBACK
Train crosses frozen water soon. Bridges, lakes. Big weight, small ice.

He holds up a compact case of explosives.

RYBACK (CONT’D)
I make a crack. You block exits. Nobody leaves with a warhead.

Anna hesitates. Then nods.

ANNA
We stop it here. Before it hits Murmansk.

Ryback’s eyes flick to her.

RYBACK
Murmansk?

ANNA
Russian naval city. You didn’t know?

RYBACK
Now I do.

ACT FOUR – TRAIN OF WOLVES

55 EXT. FROZEN LAKE – DUSK

A wide, glassy sheet of ice. Wind whips powder across it.

Ryback and Anna set charges along a narrow section where the track bridges over the lake.

RYBACK
Need just enough to scare it. Not enough to drop it.

ANNA
So we can board.

He gives a faint, approving half-smile.

RYBACK
You’re learning.

56 EXT. RIDGE ABOVE LAKE – DUSK

Anna and Mika set up a small sniper/observation nest.

MIKA
You trust him?

ANNA
I trust what’s chasing him.

57 EXT. RAIL LINE – APPROACH TO LAKE – NIGHT

The ARMORED TRAIN roars closer. Snow blasts from its path.

58 INT. LOCOMOTIVE – SAME

Malenko in the cab with RAIL CREW.

MALENKO
Increase speed. We need the border in two hours.

The ENGINEER nervously obeys.

59 EXT. FROZEN LAKE – RAIL BRIDGE – NIGHT

Ryback, crouched near the charges, watches the approaching lights.

He clicks his detonator.

The charges BLOW just ahead of the front wheels – a controlled explosion.

The track buckles slightly. The train SLAMS over the damaged area, jarring violently.

60 INT. TRAIN – MULTI-CUT – CONTINUOUS

– Soldiers knocked from bunks.
– Weapons and crates tumble.
– Techs grab consoles.

61 EXT. TRAIN – NIGHT

The train slows, forced to reduce speed.

Ryback sprints alongside and LEAPS, grabbing a handhold on a side ladder.

He slams against the steel, fingers digging in.

62 EXT. SIDE OF TRAIN – CONTINUOUS

Two SOLDIERS look out a hatch, spot him.

SOLDIER #1
(in Russian)
On the side!

They lean out with rifles.

Ryback swings up, kicks the hatch, pinning Soldier #1’s rifle. He grabs Soldier #2’s arm, twists, and uses the man’s momentum to flip him out of the train.

Soldier #1 tries to recover. Ryback jams an elbow into his face, drags him through the hatch onto the ladder, then peels him off. He falls into the snow.

RYBACK
Wrong ride.

63 INT. EQUIPMENT CAR – NIGHT

Ryback slips inside. Alarms blare faintly.

He moves through, disabling men with quick, economical strikes—joint locks, throws, elbow shots.

A SOLDIER attacks with a knife.

Ryback parries, traps the wrist, and slams him into the bulkhead with an Aikido iriminage-style entering throw.

64 INT. TROOP CAR – NIGHT

Doors SLAM open. Ryback steps in.

Twenty ARMED MEN stare back at him.

Beat.

RYBACK
Anybody wants to live, sit down.

Half of them hesitate.

Malenko barges in from the other end.

MALENKO
Kill him!

The men open fire.

Ryback dives behind seats, moves low along the aisle, disarming, striking, using bodies as shields.

Brutal close-quarters Aikido – redirecting rifles into their owners, turning pushes into bone-snapping locks.

One thug comes at him with wild punches.

Ryback slips, traps, and delivers a spinning back kick to the knee. SNAP.

65 INT. TROOP CAR – MINUTES LATER

Bodies lie groaning. A few survivors sit, hands on heads.

Ryback re-loads calmly.

He locks eyes with one soldier.

RYBACK
Next stop, you get off.

66 INT. LOCOMOTIVE – NIGHT

Malenko storms in, furious.

MALENKO
Stop the train!

The ENGINEER hits the emergency.

67 EXT. TRACKS – EDGE OF KARELIA – NIGHT

The train SCREECHES to a halt amid trees.

Silence—then distant HOWL of wind.

68 EXT. LOCOMOTIVE ROOF – NIGHT

Malenko climbs up with two elite GUARDS.

Ryback is already there, standing in the swirling snow.

Face to face.

MALENKO
You cost us cars. Men. Money.

RYBACK
You’ll save on payroll.

Malenko roars and charges.

A savage rooftop fight – Malenko swings heavy, brawling strikes. Ryback uses redirection, sidesteps, joint locks.

Malenko grabs Ryback by the coat and headbutts him.

Ryback staggers, then smiles faintly.

RYBACK
That all you got?

He enters close – body shot, elbow, Aikido throw rolling Malenko across the icy roof.

The GUARDS attack.

Ryback counters with flowing techniques – parries, wrist locks, throws them off the side where they crash into the snow below.

Malenko rises again.

Ryback traps his arm, pivots, and SNAPS his elbow backward. Then a spinning heel kick sends him tumbling off the roof into the trees.

Ryback breathes hard. Looks ahead.

In the distance: faint border lights.

ACT FIVE – MURMANSK FIRE

69 EXT. APPROACH TO MURMANSK – RAIL YARD – NIGHT

SUPER: NEAR MURMANSK

The battered train, now under reduced power, rolls into a sprawling industrial rail yard near the port.

CARGO SHIPS loom beyond, cranes frozen against the gray sky.

70 INT. RAIL YARD CONTROL ROOM – NIGHT

Drakov watches via live feed. A handful of loyal mercenaries stand with him.

DRAKOV
He got on my train.

MERC #1
We’ll kill him here.

DRAKOV
No.

He smiles thinly.

DRAKOV (CONT’D)
We’ll bury him in steel.

71 EXT. RAIL YARD – NIGHT

The train comes to a stop.

Ryback slips down from the cars, moving between towering stacks of CONTAINERS.

Searchlights sweep.

He uses the shadows, takes out small patrols with fast, quiet martial arts – grabs, chokes, throws.

72 INT. MISSILE CAR – NIGHT

Inside, techs scramble to transfer warheads to a waiting HEAVY TRUCK.

TECH
We move these to the ship. Auction proceeds as planned.

73 EXT. CONTAINER MAZE – NIGHT

Ryback stalks through a corridor of shipping containers.

A MERC ambushes him from above, dropping down.

Ryback steps aside, guiding the fall, flipping the man into a container wall.

He strips his radio.

RYBACK
(to radio)
You boys keep lining up.

74 INT. CONTROL ROOM – SAME

Drakov hears the voice. Smiles.

DRAKOV
Patch me through.

He picks up a handset.

DRAKOV (CONT’D)
Mister Ryback. I was hoping it was you.

75 EXT. CONTAINER MAZE – CONTINUOUS

Ryback pauses, listening.

RYBACK
You always build ugly toys, Alexei.

DRAKOV (V.O.)
We were soldiers once. Now we are businessmen.

RYBACK
You sell fear.

DRAKOV (V.O.)
Fear is the only honest currency.

Ryback shakes his head.

RYBACK
You should’ve left me in the mountains.

76 EXT. OPEN LOADING AREA – NIGHT

A large open square. Trucks line up. Mercenaries everywhere.

Ryback steps out from behind a container – and suddenly, SPOTLIGHTS snap on, pinning him.

Dozens of guns swing his way.

Drakov steps out on a metal catwalk above.

DRAKOV
Everyone wants to retire, Casey. You never learned how.

Ryback takes in the geometry – elevated positions, containers, trucks.

RYBACK
You talk too much.

He throws a small FLASHBANG at his feet.

BOOM – blinding light.

He dives behind a truck as bullets shred the area.

77 EXT. LOADING AREA – CONTINUOUS

The yard erupts into a full-scale firefight.

Ryback moves like a ghost – popping out from cover, firing precise shots, disappearing again.

He lures groups into close quarters between trucks where he can use hand-to-hand:

– Aikido shoulder throws onto hoods.
– Wrist locks turning AKs back onto their holders.
– Spinning elbows and knees.

Bodies pile up.

78 EXT. CRANE PLATFORM – NIGHT

Drakov moves toward a massive SHIPPING CRANE overlooking the yard.

He barks into a radio.

DRAKOV
Get the launch core to the truck! Now!

79 INT. MISSILE CAR – NIGHT

A small NUCLEAR CORE unit, heavily shielded, is loaded into a reinforced container on a FLATBED.

80 EXT. LOADING AREA – NIGHT

Ryback sees the flatbed starting to move.

RYBACK
Not leaving.

He runs, using container steps, climbing.

81 EXT. CRANE STAIRS – NIGHT

Ryback sprints up the side stairs toward the crane control cabin.

Mercs engage him on the narrow steps.

He tosses one over the rail. A quick series of joint locks and throws sends others crashing into the metal.

82 INT. CRANE CAB – NIGHT

Drakov waits, pistol ready.

Ryback bursts in.

They circle each other.

DRAKOV
You and I, Casey… we’re the last old wolves.

RYBACK
Only need one.

He moves.

A vicious fight in tight quarters – no fancy moves, just raw, efficient brutality.

Drakov is skilled, mixing Spetsnaz techniques, dirty tricks. He gouges, headbutts, uses the cramped cabin.

Ryback absorbs punishment, returning targeted strikes to joints, throat, ribs.

Drakov reaches for the joystick, swinging the crane wildly.

83 EXT. LOADING AREA – SAME

The container holding the core swings out over the water.

84 INT. CRANE CAB – CONTINUOUS

Ryback pins Drakov’s arm, slams it into the control panel.

RYBACK
You’re done.

He executes a brutal standing Aikido throw, smashing Drakov through the side GLASS.

Drakov dangles, clutching the edge.

DRAKOV
You won’t kill me. You’re a… hero.

Ryback looks down at him.

RYBACK
I retired.

He pries Drakov’s fingers off.

Drakov plunges, hitting the deck far below.

Ryback grabs the controls, swings the core container back over solid ground.

Finnish and Russian emergency sirens wail in the distance.

ACT SIX – THE BORDER LINE

85 EXT. FINNISH–RUSSIAN BORDER – DAWN

A quiet stretch of forest, a simple FENCE cutting through the snow.

SUPER: FINNISH–RUSSIAN BORDER

Ryback, bruised and bloodied, trudges through the trees.

Behind him, faint smoke on the horizon where the rail yard burned.

Ahead: SMALL BORDER POST buildings and a checkpoint.

Finnish BORDER GUARDS, tense but controlled, watch through scopes.

Anna stands among them.

86 EXT. BORDER FENCE – CONTINUOUS

Ryback stops at the fence. Looks at it.

Anna walks up on the Finnish side.

They regard each other through the wires.

ANNA
Authorities confirmed. Warheads secured. Russians… embarrassed.

RYBACK
They’ll fix their pride.

ANNA
They asked if we saw an American.

Beat.

RYBACK
You see anybody?

She shakes her head slightly.

ANNA
Just a cook.

Ryback gives the faintest hint of a smile.

A guard opens a narrow GATE.

Anna gestures.

ANNA (CONT’D)
You can cross. After that… up to you.

Ryback steps forward. Pauses.

RYBACK
World’s getting louder.

ANNA
You helped quiet it. For a while.

He nods once. Steps through the gate.

87 EXT. FINNISH FOREST – CONTINUOUS

On the Finnish side now. Same trees. Same snow. But somehow different.

Ryback walks into the forest.

Anna watches him go.

MIKA (O.S.)
You think we’ll see him again?

ANNA
Not if he can help it.

88 EXT. DEEPER IN FOREST – DAWN

Ryback disappears among the trees, his figure fading.

He stops for a moment. Looks back, just once.

Then he turns and continues on.

FADE OUT.

FINAL AUDIO STING

Over distant Russian RADIO CHATTER:

RUSSIAN VOICE (V.O.)
Target… lost.

CLICK.

Silence.

THE END

ONE-SENTENCE STUDIO LOGLINE

Hunted across frozen Russia by a rogue paramilitary group armed with a Cold War missile train, former Navy SEAL Casey Ryback fights from the Ural Mountains to Murmansk in a brutal, close-quarters war—ending only when he disappears across the Finnish border.

When former Navy SEAL Casey Ryback is hunted by a rogue Russian paramilitary faction in the Ural Mountains, he uncovers a Cold War–era missile train being sold to the highest bidder. Forced into a running war across Siberia, Karelia, and Murmansk, Ryback dismantles the operation with brutal close-quarters combat—before disappearing across the Finnish border.

CHARACTER BIBLES

CASEY RYBACK

Age: Early 60s
Background: Former Navy SEAL, master tactician, Aikido practitioner, attempted retiree

Core Traits:

Quiet, controlled, lethal
Uses minimal movement for maximum damage
Survivalist mindset, no wasted effort

Psychology:
Ryback is not chasing justice or redemption. He simply wants to be left alone. Violence is his second language—used reluctantly, but fluently.

Fighting Style:

Aikido-based joint locks and throws
Close-in strikes (elbows, knees)
Tactical environment usage (walls, railings, gravity)

Arc:
Isolation → Involvement → Obligation → Disappearance

COLONEL ALEXEI DRAKOV

Age: Late 50s
Background: Former Spetsnaz commander, Cold War veteran turned war profiteer

Core Traits:

Cold, articulate, ideological
Believes power is a commodity
Respects Ryback as a peer

Psychology:
Drakov believes the world is ruled by fear and leverage. He sees Ryback as a relic refusing to evolve.

Fighting Style:

Military hand-to-hand (Spetsnaz)
Aggressive, bone-breaking strikes
Dirty tactics

Arc:
Control → Arrogance → Desperation → Death

ANNA KORHONEN

Age: Early 30s
Background: Finnish intelligence / border security

Core Traits:

Analytical, grounded, pragmatic
Tactical thinker
Moral but not naïve

Psychology:
Anna operates in a gray zone of geopolitics. Ryback challenges her belief in rules—but earns her trust.

Role:

Tactical support
Moral anchor
Witness to Ryback’s final exit

Arc:
Observer → Ally → Protector

FIGHT CHOREOGRAPHY NOTES (SCENE BY SCENE)

URAL CABIN AMBUSH

Tight spaces
Environmental traps
Wrist breaks and throws
Minimal gunfire

ROAD CONVOY ATTACK

Rifle redirection
Aikido throws into trees
Smoke grenades for cover

SIBERIAN RAIL FACILITY INFILTRATION

Silent takedowns
Chokeholds
Shoulder locks
No wasted strikes

TRAIN CAR CLOSE-QUARTERS

Aisle fighting
Seats used as barriers
Elbows, palms, knee strikes

TRAIN ROOFTOP FIGHT (MALENKO)

Wind-blown, unstable footing
Heavy opponent vs redirection
Joint destruction over knockouts

KARELIA FROZEN LAKE ASSAULT

Boarding via ladders
Handholds as leverage
Throws used to eject enemies into snow/ice

MURMANSK CONTAINER YARD

Corner traps
Container walls for slam impacts
Knife disarms and close clinch combat

FINAL FIGHT – CRANE CAB (DRAKOV)

Tight cabin limitations
Brutal, no-flair techniques
Ending with gravity, not gunfire

PRODUCER PITCH SCRIPT

TITLE: UNDER SIEGE 3: COLD IRON

THE HOOK:
Casey Ryback didn’t come back for revenge. He came back because someone dragged a war through his front yard.

THE ENGINE:
Under Siege 3: Cold Iron is a stripped-down, high-tension survival action thriller that takes the franchise out of confined spaces and drops it into one of the most hostile environments on Earth: frozen Russia.

This is not nostalgia-driven spectacle. It’s controlled, efficient violence led by an older Ryback—heavier, quieter, and more dangerous because he no longer wastes motion or words.

THE STORY (60 SECONDS):
Living off-grid in the Ural Mountains, Ryback is attacked by a rogue paramilitary faction using a hidden Soviet-era missile train. What begins as self-defense becomes a running war across Siberia, Karelia, and Murmansk. Ryback dismantles the operation piece by piece—ambushes, derailment, close-quarters domination—before vanishing across the Finnish border.

WHY THIS WORKS NOW:

The audience has aged with Ryback.
The action is physical, grounded, and practical.
Cold War hardware + modern geopolitics.
A legacy action hero who doesn’t need to prove anything.

THE PROMISE:
Lean dialogue. Brutal hand-to-hand combat. A mythic ending that closes a door instead of teasing a sequel.

DIRECTOR’S STATEMENT

This film treats violence as labor, not spectacle.

Ryback is not chasing glory. He’s stopping noise. The cold environments mirror the character—quiet, unforgiving, and indifferent. Every action scene is designed to feel necessary, short, and decisive. No choreography for show. No speeches before fights.

The camera stays close. We feel weight, breath, friction. Snow muffles sound. Silence becomes tension.

Visually, the film lives in steel blues, dirty whites, and industrial blacks. We prioritize real locations, practical explosions, and natural light. The missile train is treated like a living beast—old, dangerous, and barely controlled.

This is a movie about containment: of weapons, of violence, of a man who knows what happens when he doesn’t walk away.

LEGACY ENDING (EXTENDED)

EXT. FINNISH FOREST – MORNING

Ryback disappears into the trees.

Minutes pass.

A FINNISH BORDER OFFICER finds something half-buried in snow near the fence: an old, battered NAVY CHALLENGE COIN.

He turns it over. Engraved:

CASEY RYBACK
USS MISSOURI

The officer pockets it.

EXT. U.S. NAVAL BASE – PACIFIC COAST – DAY (EPILOGUE)

A quiet memorial wall. Names etched in steel.

A hand places a SMALL METAL PLAQUE beneath one name:

CASEY RYBACK
Status: RETIRED

No fanfare. No announcement.

EXT. FINNISH LAKELAND – SAME

Far from the border.

A small cabin by a frozen lake.

Smoke rises from a chimney.

Inside, a KNIFE rests on a cutting board. Stew simmers.

The radio crackles—then clicks off.

Silence.

Ryback sits down to eat.

**FADE OUT.

FINAL TITLE CARD:

Some battles don’t need witnesses.

Genre & Rating

Action / Adventure / Thriller
Intended Rating: R (strong violence, realistic hand-to-hand combat)

Tone

Grounded and gritty, closer to Under Siege (1992) than glossy modern action
Quiet, tense stretches punctuated by fast, violent encounters
Minimal humor; Ryback speaks rarely and only when necessary

Casey Ryback (Performance Notes)

Older, heavier, slower—but more efficient
Fights are economical, not flashy
Emphasis on Aikido-based throws, joint locks, redirection, close-body strikes
Dialogue delivered low, calm, almost conversational

Action Design

Martial arts prioritized over gunfire whenever possible
Gun use is precise and limited—never spray-and-pray
Signature sequences:
- Cabin ambush (close-quarters, traps)
- Rail facility infiltration (stealth + takedowns)
- Moving train fight (handholds, ladders, rooftops)
- Frozen lake derail and boarding
- Container-yard brawl in Murmansk