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Complete working pipeline from Fountain script to validated scene JSON: - Schemas (Pydantic): all 7 layers defined upfront - Fountain parser + normalizer (Layer 1) - AI scene extractor with prompt contracts (Layer 2) - Schema validator + scene-specific semantic validator - Structured JSON logging per layer/scene execution - Versioned output writer (never overwrites) - Retry engine with 4-level failure escalation - Stop condition evaluator (per-unit + global halts) - Diff/drift detector for re-run comparison - CLI entry point with --dry-run, --scene, --test, --force - 3 test scripts (dialogue-heavy, action-heavy, nonstandard) - Expected output files for regression testing Co-Authored-By: Claude Opus 4.6 (1M context) <noreply@anthropic.com>
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Title: The Extraction
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Credit: written by
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Author: Test Script
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Draft date: 2026-04-06
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EXT. ROOFTOP - MEXICO CITY - NIGHT
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A sprawling cityscape glitters below. JACK REEVES (40s, ex-military, scar across his jaw) crouches behind an air conditioning unit, binoculars pressed to his eyes.
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Through the binoculars: a fortified compound three blocks away. Armed guards patrol the perimeter.
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Jack touches his earpiece.
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JACK
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I count twelve on the outside. How many inside?
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DISPATCH (V.O.)
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Thermal says another eight. Plus the package.
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JACK
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Twenty hostiles. One extraction target. Lovely.
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He slings a tactical bag over his shoulder and moves to the roof's edge.
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EXT. ALLEY - MEXICO CITY - NIGHT
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Jack drops from a fire escape, landing silently. He presses against the wall as a patrol vehicle passes.
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He checks his watch: 11:47 PM.
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He moves through the shadows toward the compound.
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EXT. COMPOUND PERIMETER - NIGHT
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Jack reaches a drainage grate at the compound's east wall. He pulls a small cutting tool from his bag and works the bolts.
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A guard's flashlight sweeps nearby. Jack freezes. The light passes.
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He removes the grate and slides into the drain.
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INT. DRAINAGE TUNNEL - NIGHT
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Cramped, wet, dark. Jack crawls through the tunnel using a red-filtered headlamp. Rats scatter ahead of him.
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He reaches a junction and checks a hand-drawn map.
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JACK
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(whispering)
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Left fork, thirty meters, then up.
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He crawls left.
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INT. COMPOUND - BASEMENT - NIGHT
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Jack pushes up through a floor grate into a dimly lit basement. Stacked crates everywhere. He draws his suppressed pistol and listens.
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Footsteps above. Two sets, moving away.
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He crosses the basement to a steel door. Locked. He pulls a bypass kit from his bag and works the lock. It clicks open in twelve seconds.
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INT. COMPOUND - GROUND FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT
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Jack moves down a concrete corridor, back to the wall. Security camera ahead — he pulls a small device from his pocket and aims it. The camera's red light blinks off.
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He rounds a corner and comes face to face with GUARD #1.
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A brutal, silent fight. Jack disarms the guard, puts him in a chokehold. The guard goes limp. Jack drags him into a side room.
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INT. COMPOUND - STAIRWELL - NIGHT
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Jack climbs the stairs, pistol leading. He pauses at the second floor landing — voices in Spanish behind the door.
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He waits. The voices move away. He opens the door slowly.
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INT. COMPOUND - SECOND FLOOR - NIGHT
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A hallway lined with doors. At the far end, GUARD #2 and GUARD #3 stand outside a reinforced door.
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Jack checks his options. A ventilation shaft above him. He holsters the pistol, jumps, grabs the edge, and pulls himself up.
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INT. VENTILATION SHAFT - NIGHT
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Jack crawls above the hallway. Through a vent below, he can see the two guards.
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He pulls two smoke canisters from his bag. Drops them through the vent.
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The hallway fills with white smoke. Shouts from the guards. Jack drops through the vent, lands between them.
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Two precise strikes. Both guards are down in four seconds.
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INT. COMPOUND - HOLDING ROOM - NIGHT
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Jack kicks through the reinforced door. Inside: a bare room with a single chair. DR. SOFIA NAVARRO (30s, bruised, defiant) is handcuffed to it.
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SOFIA
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About time.
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Jack cuts the cuffs with bolt cutters.
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JACK
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Can you run?
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SOFIA
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Can you get us out of here?
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An alarm blares. Red lights flood the corridor outside.
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JACK
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That answers that. Move.
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He hands her a spare earpiece and they exit into the hallway.
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INT. COMPOUND - SECOND FLOOR - NIGHT
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They run. Jack fires twice behind them as guards pour from a doorway. Both shots hit.
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JACK
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Stairs — go left!
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They hit the stairwell. Gunfire chases them, sparking off the metal railing.
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EXT. COMPOUND - COURTYARD - NIGHT
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They burst through a ground floor exit into an open courtyard. Floodlights snap on. Guards converge from two sides.
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Jack pulls a flashbang from his vest. Throws it. BANG — blinding white light.
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In the chaos, Jack grabs Sofia and they sprint for the east wall.
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JACK
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Over the wall. I'll boost you.
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He cups his hands. Sofia steps up and scrambles over. Jack follows, bullets pocking the concrete around him.
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EXT. STREET - MEXICO CITY - NIGHT
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They drop onto a narrow street. A black SUV screeches around the corner — RAMOS (30s, driver, cool under fire) behind the wheel.
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RAMOS
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Get in!
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They dive into the back. Ramos floors it.
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INT. SUV - MOVING - NIGHT
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Jack reloads. Sofia catches her breath.
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SOFIA
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Who sent you?
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JACK
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People who want you alive.
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SOFIA
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That narrows it down to almost nobody.
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Rear window SHATTERS — pursuit vehicle behind them.
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RAMOS
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Hang on!
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Ramos cuts hard left through a market street. Stalls explode as the SUV plows through. The pursuit vehicle follows.
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Jack leans out the window and fires at the pursuit vehicle's tires. Third shot connects — the vehicle swerves and crashes into a storefront.
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EXT. HIGHWAY - NIGHT
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The SUV merges onto a highway. City lights fall behind them.
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Silence in the car. Ramos checks the mirror — no pursuit.
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RAMOS
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Airstrip is forty minutes out.
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Jack nods. He looks at Sofia.
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JACK
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You're going to have to tell them everything. The lab, the formula, all of it.
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SOFIA
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I know.
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JACK
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They won't be happy about what you found.
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SOFIA
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That's why they tried to kill me.
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EXT. DESERT AIRSTRIP - NIGHT
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A small prop plane waits on a dirt runway, engines running. The SUV skids to a stop beside it.
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Jack, Sofia, and Ramos exit. PILOT waves them toward the plane.
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JACK
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(to Ramos)
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Burn the car.
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RAMOS
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Already planned on it.
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Jack and Sofia board the plane.
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INT. PROP PLANE - NIGHT
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They settle into seats. The plane taxis and lifts off. Through the window, they watch the SUV ignite below — Ramos standing clear, lighter in hand.
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SOFIA
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Where are we going?
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JACK
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Somewhere they can't reach you.
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SOFIA
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Does that place exist?
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Jack doesn't answer. The plane climbs into darkness.
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EXT. COMPOUND - NIGHT
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The compound is in chaos. Guards shout, lights sweep the surrounding blocks. COLONEL VEGA (50s, cold, scarred) stands in the holding room, staring at the empty chair and cut handcuffs.
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An AIDE approaches.
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AIDE
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They escaped east. Vehicle lost them on the highway.
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VEGA
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Find the pilot's name. Find the airstrip. Find the plane.
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He picks up the cut handcuffs.
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VEGA
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And find whoever sent the soldier.
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FADE OUT.
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