BETTER OFF A DRONE FADE IN, early morning. Above a city street, around 3 stories up.

A voice speaks over the image, named SHANE CLAUSEN. NARRATOR SHANE Its funny....how quickly the want of convenience....can overtake the need for privacy. Especially in a country that has been well known for its unwavering reliance on maintaining the liberty of self expression. A whirring buzz is heard, getting louder as it grows near. NARRATOR SHANE But when the Carbon Taxes relegated every American to a certain ammount of...responsible...miles that they could drive a week...sentiments quickly changed. Suddenly, a small UAV(unmanned aerial vehicle) passes directly in front of the camera. It has a blinking orange light at the bottom of it, and as it passes in front of the camera, seconds later, another passes over head. We watch the larger UAV, or Drone, as it flies out of view. NARRATOR SHANE Then...the flood gates opened...and the world rode that wave. Several UAVs pass by, with blinking lights of different colors. As some pass, others rise in front of view. After 20 or so seconds, dozens of UAVs are now passing by, or in front of us. CUT to Shane, sitting in front of an array of computer screens. Their light is the only in the room, and Shane is wearing a headset. SHANE You awake? CUT to a person sitting on a park bench. They look as though they may be a bum, with a hoodie on, covering their face. This is VICTOR SELZY. VICTOR I didnt sleep. CUT back to Shane, as he swivels in his seat, to another computer. We see on the screen

of that computer, a long range shot of Victor on the bench. Shane manipulates a module on his keyboard area, and we zoom in, to see Victor from the side. Another screen next to it, shows a infrared image of a structure, with three bodies that show red. SHANE Me neither. (pause) Quetzo has three of them inside. Theyre moving. CUT back to Victor, who doesnt move. We see from his perspective, a building across the street from them. Several UAVs pass by, at low altitude. Doors open from the building in question, and two men walk out. VICTOR I see em. One of the people exiting, has a hand inside their jacket, while another is holding a tablet device. It appears that he is scanning the area. He nods to the person next to them, who in turn nods to somebody else inside the building. VICTOR Here we go. CUT to Shane. He quickly swivels over to another screen, and begins manuevering it with a joystick. We see the video on the screen, respond to his command. FOCUS in on the screen, which is picking up now in infared, the two people that have exited the building. The third person has stepped out now. CUT to a shot of a UAV, that is hovering against a building. We can see a small cylindrical box in the front. It is floating in place, then suddenly begins to move. CUT to Shane, now piloting the drone. We see it begin to make a turn around the corner, where we can see the 3 people, in front of the building. CUT to the 3 men, live. The one with the tablet, has his back turned, but the one with the hand in his jacket quickly sees the drone hovering closer to them.

GUY 2 Hey! What the fuck, we got a drone coming up on us, man! GUY 1 (spinning around) No way! Thats impossible! Guy 3 backs into the doorway, as the other two cluster together. GUY 3 (to Guy 1) You said you could detect them! GUY 1 (befuddled) I...I....its never failed before! The drone hovers in front of the guys, 2 looking very close to pulling his piece. CUT to Shane, leaning forward, to a microphone. CUT to the drone hovering in front of the two, the other still backed against the door. We hear a digitaly altered, computer voice speak, with Shane at the command. DRONE VOICE Pack-age...for....1439 West Alamo drive... GUY 3 Nobody ordered a fuckin package here! DRONE VOICE I..m...sorry....is this ....(repeating exact verbage) 1439 West Alamo Drive? GUY 3 Take that thing out! Now! Guy 2 finally pulls his gun. As he is reaching for it, the cylindrical slot opens, and a puff of white powder explodes from within it. It hits both Guy 1 and 2 in the face, and seems to immediately effect them. They both go wide eyed, and limp. Guy 3 becomes aware that his muscle has been compromised and goes to enter back through where he came. He doesnt get the time though, as Victor has apparently found an alternate entrance to the building, and is waiting for Guy 3. Victor puts Guy 3 in a reverse naked chokehold, not only stifling him, but hindering him from making any kind of offense. With one hand, he stuffs a sock into Guys mouth, and then duck

tapes once around his head. Shane, speaking through the drone, begins to give commands to the other 2. DRONE VOICE (now speaking like a human, but altered) Whoever has the keys....get in the van and start it. When that is done, I want you both to walk six miles to the east. Be mindful of traffic and other pedestrians. You dont want to stub your toe or anything. And dont stop until youve found a forest. Your going to hide there, until someone comes to get you. And put your gun away you fool. (pause) Now....Go. Guy 1 walks over to the van, as if it was a task that he did everday. Guy 2 puts his gun back in its holster, and then turns and casually walks away from the scene. Guy 3 watches this, shocked at his capture, and the stand down of his men. Victor changes his hold, to a full nelson, so Guys arms are immobile. He drags him forward to where the drone is still hovering, holding him in place. A small device shines a blue light across both of Guy 3s eyes, an iris scanner. DRONE VOICE Thats him. VICTOR Aww, thats too bad for you Sergei. DRONE VOICE Alright, Im out. Good luck. VICTOR (nodding, sarcasticaly) Thank you, random drone. The drone pulls back, and away, flying out of sight. Victor pulls Guy 3, now struggling and slams him into the passenger door. He opens the side doors, and then shoves Guy inside. Guy 1 has left the vehicle running, and the door open. Victor slams the van door, and walks around to the driver door and gets in. VICTOR (pullin out phone dialing) On my way. Victor shuts the phone, and then begins driving. CUT to Shane, in front of his massive array of screens. One is following the van, while

others are hovering in place. Some are apparently flying randomly. Shane is typing on an actual computer screen, where we see the mugshot of Guy 3. SHANE Orestes, I want everybody but Jimminy back home. Can you give the order, please? A tiny version of a UAV buzzes into view. It has a gyroscopic copter on the bottom so it can quickly move in any direction. It looks more like a floating grey orb, with a blinking green light, that also rotates to any angle. This is Shanes personal assistant, Orestes. ORESTES (very human voice) You got it, Shane. Shane goes back to typing. As he does, a red flash goes off near him and a hornblast. SHANE Shit! Shane quickly turns to the screen thats flashing. A computerized voice begins repeating, COLLISION ALERT. Piloting the drone, Shane narrowly averts an oncoming UAV from colliding and sets the drone on a different path. ORESTES That was a close one. SHANE Yeah, yeah... Shane pushes a few buttons, and all of the screens suddenly go contiguous. We see through all of the combined screens, a very detailed aerial map of whatever city the drones are in. It shows different colored lights, blinking and moving. They are the flow of Drone traffic in the sky, in real time. There are words too, which are the drones that Shane is controlling. We see the names Quetzo, Jimminy, Patton, Jack, Julia, and Jesus. He checks their positions, and correlates to the others in the air. ORESTES We should be fine from here on out.

SHANE Yes, thank you, I could have used your evaluation ten seconds ago when I almost collided! ORESTES Sorry, Shane. You had me checking on your breakfast before I was to give a status report....I didnt know I was also to evaluate possible collisions... SHANE Breakfast? (realizing something) Oh...fuck! Shane swivels his chair around, and we see on the other side of it, a wheelchair. Shane grabs ahold of two bars hanging from the ceiling, and pulls himself out of the seat. Hes missing the lower half of his legs, and he still efficiently drops himself into his chair. He manuevers that around and we see in a small kitchenette behind his computer array, black smoke pouring from what looks to be the oven. Shane quickly wheels over to the oven and opens it. He doesnt think and grabs the pan out, then shouts in pain, throwing the burnt crisp pizza to the ground. SHANE SON OF A BITCH! As Shane is screaming in pain, an alarm begins to go off. The fire alarm. ORESTES Should I activate the sprinklers, Shane? SHANE NO! NO! Do not do that! (shaking his hand) God damn....for artificial intelligence you just cant get the idea of common sense! ORESTES I wasnt programmed with senses. I can only respond to logical requests. SHANE And you think its logical to turn the sprinklers on for a burnt fucking pizza.....(stops himself)...and there I go again, talking to you like your a human.

ORESTES Speaking to innaminate objects is the first sign of dementia. This is known. SHANE (wheeling back to the Command chair) Dont start with me. I dont need to be reprimanded by a floating green light. (pause) Open the garage door. Please. Next to the Computer Array and the Kitchen, we see an expansive area. Its dark until we see a massive door open, and envelop the entire area with natural light. The size of the structure that Shane is in, becomes known as its revealed that he is in some kind of warehouse. CUT to a shot outside of the structure in question. Its a prefab building, just smaller than an airplane hanger, but more in the shape of a giant barn. The mechanical door whirs open, and the floor of the Docking Zone is seen. The sides are lined with tools, and parts while the middle of the area is where the drones park. There are several sitting dormant, others with covers over them all of varying sizes and shapes. This is the Arsenal. The available Drones at the command of Shane. His virtual army and personal intelligence devices. We can see Shane pulling himself back into the Command Chair from afar, and Orestes hovering near him. The smoke from the burnt pizza is billowing out into the air. CUT back to Shane, pulling down drapes so that the natural light doesnt effect the computer screens. A voice comes through the speakers and its Victor. VICTOR (over speakers) Call off the dogs. SHANE (pushing buttons) What? The screen turns from the map of the city, back to the individual Drones, and Shane focuses in on the Jimminy feed. Its not moving, and is watching the Van, stopped at an intersection. VICTOR He says he knows your following. And he doesnt like that. SHANE (grabbing controls) Are you sure? I dont know how he

could spot us with all the interference.... VICTOR Well he did...and I dont have time to negotiate here. You understand? SHANE Alright. But Ive still got you on a ping....Im not going far. VICTOR Good. (pause) Ill let you know how it shakes out. SHANE Gotcha. Shane pulls Jimminy back, and leaves video feed of the vehicle. He takes over control of Jimminy completely, while glancing over at the other screens. Orestes floats into view. ORESTES Your breaking protocol. SHANE Yes, Orestes....Im breaking protocol. Us humans sometimes have to do that to ensure that things will go smoothly. Were working at the behest of somebody else. ORESTES Understood. (pause) But it seems that... SHANE (insistent) Enough. I dont need questions right now, alright. Just pay attention to trajectories. ORESTES Okay Shane. (turns, focuses on burnt pizza) Your breakfast is still smoking. SHANE Fuck off Orestes! Seriously. CUT to a long shot. We can see the kitchen area, a small bathroom thats handicap accessible, and then the Lab, where the back of Shanes chair can be seen along with the littany of computer screens. A slow pan in begins.

NARRATOR SHANE Six years ago, the American Government and most of the world...besides China, India, and other countries that were supplying a large majority of the worlds air pollution...implemented the Carbon Tax Innitiative. And oh how the environmental nuts, did rave about how progressive our president was to finally put into action, a sensible plan to curb harmful emissions. Six years ago, I was a college student with big, stupid dreams of becoming the thinking mans standup comedian. When I wasnt bombing in dive clubs within driving distance, I was going to school for...well...I wasnt really going for anything. College was the bump in the road, before stardom in my eyes. Turns out that what was in the road for me, was a city bus driven by a drunk man, that jumped a curb and ran me down. As Shane is speaking of the bus incident, we see it as one of the idle computer screens. In the video, we see Shane standing at a bus stop, with a few people. Hes looking over a tablet, when out of nowhere a bus slams into two people standing next to him. They and the bus become a blur as if the bus is crashing into the camera. CUT to Shane from above, lying amungst wreckage. The bus seems to have jumped the curb, took out a few pedestrians and wedge itself in between a building and two cars. Shane can be seen, trapped underneath the smoking bus. People can be heard screaming, but as if through a far away tunnel. Shane is in shock, and staring up into the sky. NARRATOR SHANE They say that most people dont remember traumatic injuries like that. But I remember most of it. As Shane is staring up into the sky, he catches sight of something. CUT to Shanes POV, staring up at a hovering drone. Its slowly moving down toward him. NARRATOR SHANE One thing particularly. CUT back to Shane, manning controls and checking screens. In another empty screen, we see what appears to be a Presidential Address. PAN in slowly.

NARRATOR SHANE After the Carbon Tax passed, every American was given a certain allotment of hours that they could drive in a week. There were obvious exceptions, but the shift was hard for awhile. Alot of jobs and services were made impossible by the declaration, and an alternative had to be pushed forward. The screen changes from the address, to a local news crew. CUT to real time footage of the News. There is a male and female anchor. FEMALE ANCHOR The President did say that using UAV, or Unmanned Aerial Vehicles, for domestic purposes is not out of the question. MALE ANCHOR Does that mean my pizzas could start getting delivered on time? FEMALE ANCHOR Maybe, Jim. Maybe. The two anchors fake laugh, and rustle their papers. They feigned jovial attitude, shifts immediately. FEMALE ANCHOR In another story, relating to that...but in a tragic note. Today, we recieved footage from a UAV...or drone...if you will...that is quite startling. MALE ANCHOR And we must add, that this footage is not for the faint of heart. If you have any children, please....tell them to leave the room. They show the footage of the Bus Crash, from the drone that Shane had seen in the sky. FEMALE ANCHOR This is footage from a personal drone, piloted by a man named Joseph Kenworth, of the horrific bus crash that occured last week. CUT to Shane, lying in a hospital. He is bandaged and barely conscious. We can see the fresh stumps of his legs, recently amputated. He is watching the footage of himself, from a nearby television.

NARRATOR SHANE You would think the objectification of my own personal devastation, would have angered me. But instead...for the first time...things started to make sense. Even doped to never never land, I realized that my tragedy...could be an opportunity. CUT to a labratory setting. There are several tables with people working on various different robotics, and electronic equipment. We watch a few of the students working. NARRATOR SHANE I was a computer nerd for my entire life. My dad was a geek, that loved technology, and he imparted that to me. When I got to college, Id been hacking my way through systems for years. I took robotics as a lark...but my Professor quickly took a shine to me. CUT to Shane at a table, working on a protoype of Orestes. His Professor, a balding up top hippie with a rockin pony tail in the back, standing over his shoulder. This is DREW EROWID. DREW What...in mckennas name are you doing here, Clausen? SHANE (clicking something into place) Whats it look like? DREW It looks...like youve had alot of time on your hands. Shane pulls opens up a laptop near him, and pulls out a clunky looking remote control device. He types in a few commands, and then looks over at his Professor. SHANE Time is an illusion. Didnt you know that Professor? Shane activates the Orestes prototype, and we see its rise from the table and hover in place. Theres no green light, but we can see the laptop picking up the video feed of the Professor. SHANE What I really wanted, was to create a personal assistant. Something that can keep track of the stuff I tend to forget. (pause) And that can fly 360 degrees at my

command. Drew looks over Shanes project, taking it in. Shane continues explaining. SHANE Its got voice recognition software. 2 terabytes of memory. And I programmed it with over 5000 different responses. DREW This is...pretty cool. But do you know what it really needs? (pause) Lasers. CUT to Drew and Shane in lab, after hours. Its darkened, except for their area, and the two are working on Orestes. They are working on the green light that would eventually become Orestes eyes and ears. NARRATOR SHANE Professor Drew was a legitimate genius. Left the tech community because he was tired of kowtowing to somebody elses demands. Started teaching to supplement his income, but continued his pursuits on his own time. (pause) Drew was on the cusp of creating a working model of artificial intelligence, and wanted to use Orestes as his first implementation. We toiled on the project for two years, before he disappeared without a trace. I can only imagine how or why. Knowledge is a powerful thing to possess sometimes. CUT back to Shane, dilligently controlling several different screens at once. Hes constantly shifting his attention from one to the other, at remarkable speed. NARRATOR SHANE Shortly after Drew went missing, my accident occured, and I got a hefty settlement. I had no living relatives, no brothers or sisters, and youd be surprised how uninteresting you can become to friends, when you have to ask them to help you onto the toilet. CUT to Shane, sitting in an apartment, light barely filtering through the blinds. His expression is sullen, but determined. He appears to be staring at a wall intently, and we can see a wheelchair next to the seat. NARRATOR SHANE I never fell into a depression, or bitched and whined about my situation. Instead, I took advantage of it. I could see that

there were changes happening in the world, and since I was enduring a change myself, I decided to dedicated my time and money to capitalizing on the new paradigm shift. CUT back to Shane in the Command Center. Victors voice suddenly booms through the speakers. VICTOR Shane? Shane responds immediatley, and brings up a screen with a digital map. Its displaying street blueprints, with a blinking red light that signifies Victors position. SHANE Im here, Vic, whats up? VICTOR (replying over speakers) I just put my contacts in. SHANE (typing franticaly) Good idea. 5 screens suddenly turn to a real time view of what Victor is seeing. The rest of the screens are still displaying the array of drones, but Shane is paying his attention to the Contact View. CUT to a shot outside of a walled structure, with a security gate. The Van that Victor is driving is idling out front. CUT to Victors POV, as the gates creak, and then slide open. He accelerates forward. CUT to Shane, watching the feed from Victors Contact, as he drives up the long drive that proceeds the gate. CUT back to the Van, driving down the wooded lane. Along the perimeter of the road, there are armed guards that are standing just outside the treeline. CUT to Shane, watching as Victor makes a point to identify each person along the road. SHANE Ho...ly...shit. VICTOR (through speakers) You picking up this shit? SHANE Yeah. Ive counted nine so far.

CUT back to the Van, finally cresting a hill that leads to the massive complex that lay within the grounds. Its a grandiose mansion, with a gawdy fountain at the center of a roundabout. The van passes around the fountain, and continues along the path of the road, which leads around to the back of the home. CUT to Victors POV, as he pulls the Van around a corner, and sees an army of people washing and cleaning a collection of a dozen extremely expensive vehicles. As the Van gets closer, we see a giant garage, lying empty. Victor pulls the Van into the empty garage. Inside it, we see 6 people. 5 of them are standing around the workbenches, while the only other, is sitting on a set of stairs. This person is watching the van enter with a vested passion. Victor shuts the vehicle off. CUT to Victor, in the garage, stepping out of the Van. He shuts the door behind him, and looks toward the person sitting on the stairs. The Garage Doors activate, and creep down, removing the natural light from the room. Person on the stairs, slowly makes his way to his feet. This is PRESTON MARSHALL. PRESTON (still standing in the shadows) If theres one thing I admire...its punctuality. I have to say, I expected a...debacle. VICTOR Thats a reasonable asssumption. If you would have chosen somebody else, that might have been a factor. PRESTON (laughing a bit) Yes, you were well reccomended. And contrary to the usual disappointments that I invest in...I must say...youve impressed me, Mr. Sellzy. VICTOR (congenial, but insisten) Victor, please. PRESTON Right. Were friends now...Victor. (pause) Not ones that deserve the courtesy of a hello when we see each other, but that of those that you dont need to remind anyone of. VICTOR Id prefer to refer to us as two people whove never met. If thats alright with you? PRESTON

Of course. A man of action is best reserved to be unknown. Preston steps out of the shadows, and walks toward Victor. VICTOR No offense, but unless you need me any further...Id like to leave. PRESTON Thats a fair deal....after I see that youve provided me with what I want. Preston signals with his hand to the 5 guys staring down Victor. They quickly dispatch, and all descend upon the Van. They open the door, and then pull SERGEI out of it. VICTOR The Iris scans, werent enough? PRESTON Im familiar with the tech community, Victor, and I want to make sure....that Im staring into the eyes of the man who is about to die...instead of a digital scan of his retina. This admission seems to make Victor a bit uncomfortable, as Sergei is being wrangled over to them. The 5 men force Sergei down onto his knees before Preston. He ignores any conversation he may have had with Victor, and turns his focus onto the face of a man that he has paid to be killed. Sergei is frightened out of his mind, and can obviously tell that he is about to meet a torturous fate. Preston glares into the mans eyes, his face contorting into a hatred that cant be matched with words. He leans down and stares into Sergei, for several seconds, and then descends his gaze back. PRESTON (to Victor, staring into Sergei) You may leave. Victor doesnt say anything, and immediatley exits the Garage, leaving behind a soon to scene of horror. CUT to Victor exiting the garage, walking very casualy. He passes by the crew of workers, washing and detailing the luxurious armada of new and vintage vehicles. Prestons assistant runs up to him, holding a tablet, and bluetooth in their ear. ASSISTANT Mr Sellzy?! Mr Sellzy?!

Victor is not happy with being called Mr Sellzy by the apprently clueless assistant, but stops as he runs up, to be diplomatic. VICTOR Yes? Assistant pulls out a set of keys, and hands them over to Victor. ASSISTANT (nodding over to a car) Mr Marshall said that hed like you to have that. For an....exemplary performance. Victor looks at the set of keys, and the vehicle in question. He puts the keys back into the hands of the Assistant and continues walking. VICTOR I dont like gifts. (dismissing) Thank you. Victor begins walking back the way that he came in the van. As he gets out of range of anybody, Shane speaks to him, through an earpiece. SHANE Whoa...that was intense. VICTOR (speaking to Shane) This was a bad idea. He doesnt know what the fuck hes doing. SHANE Well, its a little late for thinking like that.... VICTOR Everything about this is ridiculous. Hes got 20 witnesses right outside that garage...they all seen that Van enter. SHANE With you at the helm. VICTOR Dont remind me. (pause, angered) Fuck! I shouldve known this was gonna be a problem.

SHANE Hey, hey...chill out bro...you got alot of eyes on you. Victor looks up, and is at the the treeline, where the gunmen they sighted earlier have made themselves more well known. CUT to a Drones Perspective: Jimminy. On the feed, the mansion, the woods, and the road to the gate can be seen. All of the men on the side of the road are pinged in RED, while Victors avatar is pinged in BLUE. CUT to Shane, watching the screens. Victors POV. Jimminy. Other drones still in flight. VICTOR (settling himself, trying no to look like hes talking to himself) Making their prescence known. They were expecting me to drive out of here. SHANE Well, that was smart not taking that offer. We need to wipe our hands clean of this situation, as soon as possible. (pause) Im callin Deragotto, now. VICTOR Heard. Victor acts as if he was coughing, and then stares straight forward, as the men at the woods edge eye him. CUT to Shane, in the Command Center. SHANE Orestes! I need you to... ORESTES (from across the room) Ive already called, Shane. The designated arrival time is 5 minutes, 30 seconds. A quarter mile out on Route 29. Ive instructed them to be looking for a man in a grey hooded sweater. SHANE (surprised) Oh....right...cool...thank you. ORESTES Your welcome. Shane continues following victors path, from different angles.

CUT to a pre Command Center Shane, sitting in the aforementioned apartment, with his living room set up like his base of operations would eventually be. Hes eating a bowl of noodles, and Shane is watching three separate drone screens. -One is focused, high up, pointing down onto a busy street with a promenade in the middle. -One is scanning the street below, pinpointing with a tracking software, all of the people below. -One is flying over the city, not in the same vacinity as the others. CUT to Shane, smiling as he notices something that interests him. He sets the bowl aside and takes over controls. NARRATOR SHANE When I first started buying and developing drones, my first concerns were for my own perverse nature. Id spent a better part of my youth, fucking with the system....busting into government agencies and trying to extract secrets that were way too far down for me to ever come across...but the fascination was...I guess... was seeing how far I could go. The focused Drone has zoomed in on a businessman, popped collar, talking on his cell phone. We see a red glop of material hit his shoulder and he respond to it immediately. BUSINESSMAN What the fuck? (talking into his phone) Some fucking painter... The Businessman looks up, and realizes that there was no way a painter could have doused him. Another drop hits him, and suddenly all around him we see other people reacting to the drops of paint that are hitting them. CUT to a Drone, flying in a circle around the perimeter of the promenade, where people are eating lunch, dropping blurbs of paint down on the people below. They are all responding to it, looking left and right instead of up. CUT to a Drone approaching the site, the promenade in view, as we another drone flying out of view. CUT to the businessman, incesnsed, wiping the few blobs of red paint off of his suit. BUSINESSMAN (watching other effected) Some joker with a... Before the man can get his words out, a rain of red paint blankets the entire promenade. All of the formerly effected now completly immersed in maroon paint, like a thunderbird shitting food coloring from space. It drips from the trees and art deco monuments in the

city center as people react aghast to the obtrusion. CUT to Shane, in his apartment, laughing so hard that he knocks the noodles off of his computer stand. He attempts to grab them but his inclusion into the wheelchair, makes him laugh even harder. That is, until he realizes there is a collision warning emminent, where we see Orestes fly into view. ORESTES Shane...you need to act... SHANE (mouth full) I got it! Shane shrugs his laughing fit away, as he takes control of one of the Drones that is about to make contact. The Contact, is a red and blue blinking UAV, that is heading for the Promenade. Shane quickly drives the Drone down into the streets, passing in between vehicles and pedestrians, moving at monumental speeds. It manuevers down into, and around pedestrians to an alleyway. Its screen goes dark, while the other two drones under his control, are on separate paths. CUT back to Shane, in his apartment. He looks relieved to have gotten the drone away before he could be shut down. Orestes flutters near him. ORESTES What was the purpose of that excursion, Shane? SHANE The purpose Orestes, was my amusement. I realize thats something you dont particularly understand...but that was really fucking funny. ORESTES But you were violating several articles of surveilance protocol, and those civilians were unaware of.... SHANE (rolling his eyes) Jesus Christ, can I program you a sense of humor? Your gonna be no fun as a wing man. ORESTES My apologies... SHANE (wheeling toward his kitchen) Ah, forget it. Thank you

for your help. NARRATORSHANE For the first year I was developing, I stuck mainly to childish stunts, and harmless sabotage as my modus operandei. I wanted to know what I could do with the technology, and it was an obsession. CUT to Shane, working late, tinkering on a larger version of the Drones he was using. His living room is devoid of furniture, instead its populated with spare parts, and 5 or 6 different manifestations of drones. NARRATORSHANE A few months before that, there were the first of many different legislations pertaining to the sweeping trend of drone enthusiasts, and businesses that were wanting to utilize the new technology. Law enforcement had began using them domesticaly, so there needed to be boundaries and rules set up to ensure that joe blow citizen didnt have more power for surveilance then they did. I of course, ignored all of those restrictions, and just tweaked my own software. I was already way ahead of the game...with better tech than the law and all the others were starting out with, so I wasnt too worried about getting caught. CUT to a slow tracking shot, from a Drone, watching a long section of bars where racucous crowds of people, are socializing and smoking cigarettes, leaving or entering the several establishments. We see several scenes of debauchery. Fights being started. Girlfriends fighting with boyfriends. Really drunk people falling down. NARRATORSHANE Not having a night life...or a day life...myself...I started watching the streets at nights, when the bars let out. You wouldnt believe what you can capture, when drunk people dont know theyre being watched. (pause) And then there are things that cant be unseen. Enter Victor into my life, or rather...me into his. CUT to a picture of Victor, as a young Marine. NARRATOR SHANE Victor Antonio Sellzy was a perfect candidate for a b movie action franchise. His nickname alone would warrant that

much. The Salesman. He could sell you his idea of of your wrap, before you even knew you were confessing to it. CUT to Victor, on a live news broadcast. Theres an army of people behind him, and it appears to be a press conference, on the steps of a court house. He begins taking questions which we cant see. NARRATOR SHANE He moved so quickly throught the ranks, that his story wrote itself. The high profile cases that he got involved with, and the methods in which he used to get there, were speculated in the new media every week. Frank Serpico would have been proud of the way Victor moved up the ladder, but there were alot of people that didnt so much like the way he did his police work. CUT to a Drone shot of a darkened street corner. As four people pile out of a bar, we see them antagonizing somebody. Two of the four men are pushing this person, as he attempts to walk away, shouting back to them. We can hear what is being said, but muted. ZOOM IN, on the situation, with a triangulation on the group of people, the person at the the head included. The drone shot moves in closer to the action as it spills over into an alleyway. As we get closer, the audio gets clearer, and we can hear the group taunting the person. CUT to a shot following the Drone that is descending upon the alleyway. It pans farther and farther down until the darkness of the alleyway leaves the view obstructed. CUT to a Night Vision shot from the drone, watching what is going on in the the alley. Its microphone picks up the basics of the conversation that is occuring, between the group of people, and the person cowering by a dumpster. From this view we see two blasts from a pistol into the head of the subject, as the rest of the group then walks away. NARRATOR SHANE O Sullivans was a well known cop bar, and there was a well known surveillance barrier in that section of town. I shouldnt have been there that night, but I also knew that what I had seen, was not something that could not be ignored. CUT to headlines on a news website, about the indictment of Victor Sellzy, the war hero cop for the murder of one of his high profile confidants, a former detective now involved in illegal arms shipments. Victor was the last person seen with him, getting into an arguement.

NARRATOR SHANE Although Victors wherabouts could not be accounted for that night, I could most definitely account for the whereabouts of his partner, by the high definition zoom I had of his getaway cars license plate. (pause) I had never sought out to uncover anything like this, but I guess I was asking for it. CUT to Shane, sitting in an interrogation room. Hes talking with detectives, but we dont hear his words. NARRATORSHANE The car ended up being from an owner of a strip club, and known associate of Victors partner. He had testified that he had been with the man at his club the entire night, and soon after that fact was refuted, the gun that was used was recovered as well. CUT to a Court Room door, that opens and Shane wheels himself out. Hes dressed immaculately, and is freshly shaven. He has papers in his lap, and is shaking his head. As he leaves and the doors shut behind him, he notices Victor standing across from him. Hes wearing a sport coat, but thats about as close to dressed up as he has gotten. VICTOR (to Shane) Whatd they ding ya for? SHANE (a bit uneasy, but still calm) Well, it wasnt murder or anything so I guess I got off better than you. VICTOR (huffs a laugh) True. SHANE (stops himself, looks presumptuous at Victor) Something I can do for you, Mr Sellzy? VICTOR I think youve done enough. (pause) Just wanted to thank you. Face to face. SHANE I appreciate that. But you know, I didnt do this on your

behalf. I did this for the guy that got clipped outside that bar. VICTOR Thats fine. Your intentions still got me exhonerated. SHANE And Im glad the real bad guy got caught. Im sorry that it was your partner that set you up. VICTOR Im not. Just sorry I ever trusted him. Theres a pause between the two, and Shane readies himself to wheel away. SHANE Well, Ive got a van service waiting outside for me, Mr Sellzy.... VICTOR Victor. SHANE Victor...right...well I need to get out of here if thats alright with you....I wish you luck in your future endeavors. VICTOR (starting forward) Actually....thats another reason why I came here today. SHANE (a bit confused) Ohhhhh...kay..... Victor goes behind Shane, and takes hold of his wheelchairs push handles. Shane is a bit trepidacious, and Victor recognizes this. VICTOR Do you mind? SHANE (going along, but wary) ....Sure..... Victor begins pushing Shane, leading him to the disabled service elevator.

VICTOR (talking low, leaning down) Since I think my career in law enforcement is no longer worthy of pursuing...Id like to talk to you about going into business with me. SHANE (glancing up) This sounds very suspicious and creepy when you talk in my ear like that, just so you know... VICTOR (brow furrows) I wanna know about what you can do with those....those.... SHANE Unmanned Aerial Vehicles? VICTOR (snapping a bit) ...the fucking drones...yes..whatever you wanna call them. (pause) How did you get around the jammers? The...the global...satellite pings.... SHANE Your really asking me that, here? VICTOR (getting frustrated) Should I just whisper it in your ear? SHANE No, but you could have maybe started a little more casually. Maybe drop a hint that your looking for some help with surveillance or something....but instead your already trying to get sensitive information out of me... VICTOR (taking a breath, trying not to react angrily) I...used to be really good at interrogations. SHANE Theres your problem. Your trying to interrogate me. (pause) If you want to talk business...then why dont we do it in a better setting than the fucking court house. The two have arrived at the elevator, and Shane hits the button. He turns and looks up at Victor. SHANE Why dont you meet me at my apartment, and Ill show you

what I can do. And then....we can talk about a.... mutual collaboration. Shane revolves himself around, and then backs himself into the elevator. Victor steps in, the door closes. CUT to a shot of the Garage, present day. We see a Drone come into the garage, and land. Soon after, we see a vehicle pull up, a dust trail proceeding it. The vehicle stops, and Victor emerges. He hands the driver money, and then heads for the Garage. CUT to Shane, shutting down screens and checking diagnostics on the Drones. As Victor enters the Garage, Orestes flutters into view. ORESTES Mr Sellzy has arrived, Shane. SHANE (annoyed) Yes, I know Orestes, we were following him the whole way. Orestes moves away from Shane, and quickly hovers over to Victor as he enters the Command Center. Its light is beeming, and approaches Victor. ORESTES Welcome, Victor...please excuse the breakfast.... Victor pushes Orestes away and disrupts its orbital pattern. He ignores its warning and slips on the burnt pizza, and nearly biffs. VICTOR What the fuck! Shane swings the Command chair around, and is sweating vigorously. SHANE You....were warned.... VICTOR (looking down at the charred corpse of a pizza) And you didnt think about maybe....picking it up and putting it in the garbage?!

Shane responds with a wide eyed shock. SHANE What do you think Ive been doing here for the past 36 hours? Twiddling my thumbs and jerking off to internet porn? Ive been just as much in the thick of this as you have, buddy.... Victor recognizes that he has overreacted, and staggers over to Shanes wheelchair. He rubs his eyes, the runs his hands through his hair. Hes obviously struggling with something, and takes a seat in Shanes wheelchair. VICTOR Sorry. This situation...has gotten me a little....perturbed... SHANE I admit it isnt ideal. But what were you expecting, Vic? We knew what we were getting into here. VICTOR Yeah, I know. And its my discretion that were supposed to rely on. But this.....this feels different.... SHANE This was a contract killing, we knew that from the beginning. (pause) The greater good, right? VICTOR (admonishing, looking down) Right. (pause) But he didnt know what he was doing. Hes going to get caught. Whether by the law, or ....some of Sergeis buddies....somebodies gonna be targeting him. SHANE And your worried that theyre gonna tie that back to us? VICTOR No, I know theyre gonna tie it back to us. At least to the people that accomodated the hit. Were just gonna have to hope that its the Law before the Russians. We can circumvent the Law....we cant do that the other way... SHANE

Right. (pause, thinking) So you really think were in that much danger? VICTOR One way or the other, yeah. I do. We need to suspend all other investigations, and lay low for awhile. This could be potentialy damning... SHANE If you say so. I dont what the fuck Im gonna do with my time, but Ill have Orestes contact everybody were doing routines on and let them know we wont be available.....for.... VICTOR The time being. Tell them well refund them if feel it necessary. Orestes warily hovers past Victor, as if a beaten dog, and then quickly over to Shanes side. SHANE Did you hear that, Orestes? ORESTES I did, Shane. SHANE Good. Make sure any planned solo surveillance excursions are cancelled as well...even if its just for data collection. ORESTES And if there is any....resistance... SHANE Tell them to find another illegal private investigation firm, then. ORESTES Do you think it is wise to admit illegality over the phone system? SHANE (frustrated by Orestes) You dont actually have to SAY that Orestes, for fucks sake.

VICTOR Thats what you get for talking to that thing like it understands you. Shane grabs onto his support poles, and glares down at Victor. Victor smirks and then gets up. SHANE (manuevering into his chair) If I dont....shell never learn. (pause, turning around) You dont teach a child to walk by tossing it onto a jogging path....(glances up, passing Victor) Well....maybe you would. VICTOR (huffs a laugh) Thats one way to look at it. Victor watches Orestes, now on the other side of the Command Center. We can hear the muffled conversations that it has already initiated, speaking in its monotone to their clients. Shane begins cleaning up the remants of his breakfast. SHANE (scooping up pizza, tone serious) We need to get some rest. Take a look at this situation, with a rejuvenated perspective. Assess exactly what we can do to safeguard ourselves. Ive been up as long as you have, and I know Im exhausted. VICTOR Im not disagreeing. (pause) Im just not sure if my....racing fucking mind....will be able to allow that. Victor begins walking toward the entrance/exit of Shanes living quarters. SHANE A stop by the pharmacy could help you with that. Shane tosses the pizza away into a garbage receptacle, and hits with his elbow a cabinet. Its filled with dozens of pill bottles, of varying degrees of sizes. SHANE Dr Clausen, at your disposal. What kind of sleep would you like? Victor glares at the bottles of pills, and his eyes go glassy.

VICTOR (shakes his head) Im....trying to cut down on...on...the uh... SHANE (shuts cabinet) Right...sorry...no stims for you. I forgot. (pause) Well, good luck then. Well reconvene in twelve hours. Im gonna put a few of the boys out, doing a circular perimeter around the Gulch. Ill let you know if theres any new developments. Victor exits without saying anything. He walks in between the Drones, and glances down at each of them. The fatigue seems to be really hitting him, and he sluggishly walks out of the Garage, into the bright sunlight. He shields his eyes, and walks over to his home, 50 feet from the Barn. Its a small two bedroom house, that looks like it was delivered on a truck and just plunked down amungst the dredged area of the forest around. Theres a Garage next to it, twice the size of the House itself. As he approaches his front door, we... CUT to Victor ascending a staircase. He gets to the top of it, and is confused by the layout. It looks like just a blank hallway for the most part, leading to a corner. He turns and looks to the opposite side and its the same. When he turns back to the other he sees a pale blinking green light. He decides to go toward it, but also keeps his hand on his sidearm, inside his coat pocket. The light grows brighter, as if moving down the other hallway, as he gets closer to it. But when he gets to the edge of the corner, the light goes dark. This troubles Victor, and he quickly turns around the corner. As he does this, he comes face to....face...with Orestes who immediately glows green. ORESTES Victor Sellzy? This freaks Victor out for some reason, and he pulls his gun out and bats Orestes away, out of insitnct. Orestes bobbles and quivers in mid air, obviously effected. Victor points the gun, at the recovering Orestes. Another voice comes through Orestes which is now Shane. ORESTES (SHANE COMMANDING) ...whoa...for fucks sake Victor...a little jumpy are we? Calm down man, your where you should be...put your damn gun away.

Shane appears at the end of the hallway, wheeling himself out with a laptop, in his lap. He has a head set, with one piece covering an eye, and a microphone extending out from it. He manuevers Orestes away, and Victor puts his gun back where it came from. VICTOR (watching Orestes, and Shane controlling it) Yeah...sorry. But Im sure youve heard about....those things....being used to pull hits on people without a human hand ever touching a gun. SHANE (moving mic away) I have. That was probably a stupid idea on my part. VICTOR (starting forward) Little bit. (pause, looking at the hallway) Interesting layout for this place. Im guessing your renting out this entire floor. SHANE Good guess. (pause) Actually, I own the building. (turning around, as Victor gets closer, Orestes now following him) But the service elevator is only accessible from up here. This place was set up for a really wealthy dude who got polio in the 20s. Its no kind of opulence...but it was a good find for me. The two approach a set of massive double doors. Shane has them under mechanical control, and they open before they even get there. Orestes quickly flies in, as if frightened of Victor. VICTOR Im sure. Victor is intrigued now, as Shane enters the main room of his apartment. Its a sprawling studio apartment style, that is like a mad scientists lair. There are tables full of electronics of every kind, overflowing with cables and external hard drives, packed with monitors of all sizes. There are several televisions randomly on to different channels, hanging in odd places. Theres all the guts, nuts, and bolts of several UAVs. We see prototypes of ones already seen, and others that may never be. The place is also set up with several wheelchair accessible

preferences, albeit from nealry a century before. SHANE (wheeling in) Forgive the mess, but you cant really hire a maid for this kind of shit. VICTOR (marvelling) Wow....this is incredible. (pause) So this is what youve been doing with all that money. SHANE (approaching a computer bank) Yeah, pretty much. The building pays for itself with rent from the tennants. They have no idea that I own the place, which is nice. They all just think that I work at some important tech firm or something...ya know...somebody designated to test new kinds of UAVs. That way nobody is unnerved when they see them coming and going. VICTOR (inspecting the drones, touching them) Which...in a way...isnt a lie. SHANE (watching Victor) I guess not. (pause) I never expected to use this technology for personal gain. I didnt spend the time and money to develop all this so that I could make a profit off of it. Ive got more money than I know what to do with still....and I dont have any family to benefit from my...(smirks)...luck. VICTOR So why do you do it then? SHANE Its a passion, detective. VICTOR (grumbling) Please dont call me that. SHANE (nodding, assessing) Why do you...do what you do, Victor? (pause) Im sure it was never because you wanted to be famous. Or that you wanted any kind of recognition for your efforts, right?

VICTOR I did it because it needed to be done. And its what I was good at. SHANE (nodding again) Then maybe you and I have more in common than we might think. (pauses, catches glance from Victor) Follow me. Shane wheels himself aways, and begins toward another section of the room. It is a large archway that leads into the kitchen area of the enormous apartment. Victor follows, taking in the specifically designed living space. Theres a sharp ramp that leads down into the next section, with rails on each side. SHANE What kind of work would you be wanting to do, Victor? Im assuming some kind of private detect.....private investigator or something.... VICTOR (thinking, taking in surroundings) Something like that. SHANE Thats not much of an explanation, if you dont mind my forwardness. VICTOR I dont mind. But Im not sure I trust you just yet to start discussing anything. Shane stops, and turns to Victor. SHANE (sternly) Look, you approached me with a specific goal. To ask me how I got around the global pings, and security parameters....so my assumption would be that, that is why your in contact with me. You want to know how to get around the security nets, correct? So this phacade your trying to pull, where you donthink you can trust me...falls flat on its face. I know what you want, Mr Sellzy...so now youve got to tell me exactly why you think you need me. VICTOR (crossing arms, glaring down) I could be undercover.

Attempting to get evidence on you. SHANE (laughs, turns, wheels toward next section) If you are....all that would be transmitting from you would be fuzz...so Im not really too worried about that. Shane wheels into the next section, his Pre-Command Center. Victor is a bit befuddled by Shane, and follows him. The large window behind Shanes one and only piece of furniture, the barcelounger from earlier, is open. As Shane enters the room, we see a prototype of Jimminy carefully navigate itself into the room as Victor enters. It blows papers around, and knocks things over, but Shane pays no attention. Victor sees that Shane has now gone to the 4 computer screens and computer complex. He sees in one screen the living room, with himself being eyed by the drone, which has landed and is powering down. SHANE (typing) Hes been following you all day. Or at least since you and I first made contact. I was controlling him, as you were guiding me to the elevator earlier this afternoon. I know you havent been in contact with anybody else since you and I first met. If you had a unit to respond to, youd have to have done that sometime between the bar and my apartment. VICTOR (angry, but intrigued) That....was.... SHANE Necessary. (pause) Remember....you contacted me. Victor looks back and forth between himself on the computer screen, and the drone projecting the image. VICTOR Please, turn that shit off. SHANE If you and I are going to work together, your gonna have to get used to being watched. VICTOR Well, it dont have to be right now, does it? Ive had

enough cameras in my fucking face recently...please... SHANE (nodding) Right. Sorry. But you understand.... VICTOR (turning away) Yes....I fucking understand. Just turn that fucking off. Victor walks by the camera, and it follows him. Victor takes a seat in the barcelounger. He seems a bit uneasy about what hes gotten himself into, and Shane watches him. SHANE (choosing words delicately) As Ive said...I have enough money to live comfortably for the rest of my life...and continue to persue whatever ventures I deem fit. But all of that seems useless....if I cant do something positive with....(looking around)...with all of this. (pauses, smirks) When I first got injured...I used to consider this a hobby. Something to keep my mind off the fact that I no longer have the use of my lower extremities. But when I started to see how the technology was being implemented, and how...archaic it was....I seen where my influence could be used. VICTOR Let me guess, you read alot of comic books as a kid? SHANE (as if offended, smirking) So what if I did? (pause) Alright....yeah....you got me. I guess I have some kind of hero complex. I......I know that this tech can be used for either a greater good...or the worst of all evils. All I want to do, is create a checks and balances. Where I can. Victor, looking down glancing at the drones all around him, nods. VICTOR Thats very noble of you. SHANE Let me ask you something, Victor. (pause) Do you think that what you accomplished as a law enforcement officer was worth it? Even when the circumstances

came out working against you? Do you think it was worth it to dedicate your time, when you know now that there were people above you...around you....conspiring to stop you from continuing your work? VICTOR (taking in Shanes statement) Id do it all over again, if thats what your asking. SHANE I am. (pause) So, tell me then Victor....what kind of work do you want to do? What do you have in mind, that I can help you with? Victor stares at Shane for a few seconds, then looks away. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes, and visually asks Shane if he can light up. Shane nods for him to do so, and he lights a smoke. He takes a few drags, and then looks as though hes ready to speak. CUT to a shot of a young blonde woman, carrying groceries from her car. She is struggling with the packages, and is helped into her apartment building by somebody. CUT to a Shot from a drone, watching the woman from across the street. CUT to Shane, sitting in the Command Chair, all screens displaying the congruent image of the drone that is watching the young woman. CUT to the woman, carrying her groceries up the stairs struggling with the packages. NARRATOR VICTOR I have a friend...whos daughter has been missing for two years. He believes shes gotten into some kind of weird hippie cult....the ones that have been messing with that new drug....Shock.... As the woman gets to the top of the steps, the bags break and the contents spew onto the ground. This causes her to shriek in desperation, and stand over the mess exhasperated. CUT to a shot from the drone, a thermal register, seeing the woman standing in a hallway, fretting over the scattered items from her bag. CUT to Shane, wincing and shaking his head, watching the Thermal Screen. NARRATOR VICTOR Ive known the girl my entire life. Seen her go from an unsuspecting youth, to a hardcore hippie partier....seen what effect thats had on her life. I cant substantiate all

of my friends claims...but he fears shes under some kind...drug induced mind control or something. The last time he talked to her she was talking about these people that she fell into like a fucking cult....with the hippy dippie bullshit about peace and love being their mask... CUT to woman, beginning to pick up some of the items from the floor. A door opens from behind her, and she spins around holding the objects to her chest, breathing hard. A mid twenties guy appears at the door, and sees her distress. DUDE AT DOOR Do you....need any help? CUT to Shane, picking up audio from the hallway somehow. He scowls, and takes a drink from a water bottle. SHANE She dont need your fucking help, bro. Move on. CUT back to woman, nealry growling at the man. This Woman is MELISSA DARCY. MELISSA (turning to dude, angry) Im fine, thank you! DUDE AT DOOR You sure? Looks like you could use some help? MELISSA Ok, how about...FUCK OFF ASSHOLE! Ill take care of this myself... Dude at Door is taken aback, and dismisses her, going back into his apartment. CUT to Shane, nodding. Orestes floats over to his side, and watches the screen. SHANE Yeah, fuck off asshole. ORESTES Is Ms. Darcy in peril? SHANE (not looking, manuevering drone) No, Orestes. Shes fine. Dont worry about it. (pause) Did you contact all of our associates?

ORESTES I did. Only one had an issue. I believe it was resolved though. SHANE Good. Thank you. ORESTES Your welcome. Shane has manuevered the Drone, so that it can now see in through the unobstructed window of Mellissas apartment. He sees her enter, carrying some of the items that had been dropped. She is not happy, and begins hauling in her groceries an arm load at a time. Orestes watches along with Shane. SHANE (looking over at Orestes) Do you mind? ORESTES Im sorry Shane. Did I do something wrong? SHANE (shooing away) No, no.....just....go ahead and dock for the night. ORESTES Im still at 45% Shane. I can operate for another 67 hours before I need... SHANE Just do what I say, Orestes, okay? Id like to have some privacy, if thats alright? ORESTES Understood. (turning, whirring away) You do not like to masturbate with me activated. SHANE (annoyed) Yeah, please dont ever say that again. ORESTES (approaching its docking station) I was just... SHANE Molotov.

As Shane speaks those words, Orestes shuts down, and manuevers onto a small raised, rectangular platform with several loose wires and cables attached. Its gyroscopic system twists in mid air, and essentially plants itself top first down into the charging station. CUT to Shane, now absolved of the guilt of Orestes watching him, turns back to the screen. On it we see Melissa bringing in the last of her groceries. The conglomeration of the bags lay on her furniture, and end tables as her rather qaiunt but accomotable livng quarters, are filled with random groceries. We see her fretting over the mess, and nearly pulling out her hair. The Drone camera follows her from room to room as she places items where they need to be, in cabinets and regrigerator. NARRATOR SHANE Melissa was our first project. Our first case I guess you could say. She was a runaway...barely 18 when Victor and I found her...her mind wrecked by this new psychadelic the cool kids liked to call Shock. This was when designer drugs had become the new cocaine and ecstasy....manufactured drugs, chemically oriented to elicit an exact response. No longer was it necessary to search for that perfect high....you could find it...in one of the designer pharmaceuticals brewed by inexperienced chemists, with a mindest on providing the most specific response one could get. CUT to Melissa, breathing heavily and trying to put everything away without completely freaking out. NARRATOR SHANE Shock was a tryptamine, tweaked with a kind of neurotic cocaine high, that gave the users a new kind of response each time that they took it. Some times it was a downer, sometimes it was a chaotic upper...sometimes it was a relevatory psychadelic. That was the kick that drug so many into its grasp. Melissa gets frustrated when she realizes that the milk is leaking, and when she tries to mend it, it only spews out more and more of the substance. She tosses the carton across the room and it explodes, covering the entire kitchen area with a milky white veneer. Melissa begins crying, and cowers down into a corner. CUT to Shane, changing the camera to Thermal, and seeing Melissa as a mass of red hot heat, balled together

in the corner, cool blue leaking down the wall. This causes him to become overwhelmed with anxiety. Watching her, freaking out, without a clear view seems to cause him to jitter. NARRATOR SHANE Its effects most likely will last a lifetime....nobody really knows because its only been within the past 5 years that the new class of drugs have become available...but studies of users that have tried to stop using Shock, that the systems of the users were dramaticaly altered. Their endorphine receptors have been subverted in many cases, and the cost of that, is what they call the Flashback Effect. In times of duress, the body recognizes the neural impulses and recreate the experience of the past uses...and the person at the other end of the reaction....has no choice but to ride the symptom out. Shane is watching Melissa, and sees an old school rotary phone next to his keyboard. He grabs it and dials a number on the dial CUT to Melissa, cowering in the corner of her kitchen crying. Shes staring at the mess she just made when the phone rings. She looks up, and watches the phone for a moment, as if it might jump onto her face and strangle her. She reaches up, trepidaciously and put the reciever up to her mouth and ear. MELISSA (quivering) Shane? SHANE (OOV) (on phone) You okay? Melissa looks at the mess she has made, and laughs amidst crying. MELISSA (crying, laughin) Nooooo......no Im not.... CUT to Shane, still watching Melissa on the Thermal. He turns to another screen and keyboard, and begins typing and controlling several things at once. SHANE (calm, but sweating) Alright. Ive got something waiting for you in the living room.

CUT to Melissa, lip quivering. MELISSA I dont know if I can stand up, Shane.... SHANE (OOV) (over the phone) Yes you can, Mel, cmon. I know your gonna like this. MELISSA (frightened to stand) Why does it have to be like this, Shane? I never meant it to... SHANE (OOV) (calming) Your not there anymore...Melissa. Your in your home...your sacred place....nothing can hurt you here. (pause) Stand up...and go see whats on TV. Melissa finally decides to stand, and pulls herself up to her feet. She cradles the phone close to her, as she creeps toward the kitchens corner. She makes sure not to step in the mess the milk made, and peers around the corner. On her TV, which was shut off before, it is now on and displaying an adorable scene of a baby bear playing with a baby tiger. She watches the screen and begins smiling and laughing, legitimately, while still crying. She sees the video being sent from Shane, and melts. SHANE (OOV) I dont wanna sound like a fag or anything, but that is so fucking cute. Melissa laughs and her tears seem to begin to dry up. MELISSA Why do you do this? Why are you always there when nobody else is? CUT to Shane, unable to respond. He clears his throat, and looks around as if expecting to see Orestes hovering over his shoulder. SHANE Because we all need a helping hand. CUT to Melissa, watching the video on her TV, replaying now.

MELISSA Can you see me? Right now? CUT to Shane, nervous in his seat. He stares at the screens in front of him, almost guilty. SHANE I can see a thermal image of you. (paues) If you move into the other room...I can see you there. CUT to Melissa, putting down the phone, and walking into her living room. She approaches her large front window, while also glancing at the TV feed that Shane is sending. She goes the window, and looks out. She sees the Drone hovering above the apartment complex next to hers. She waves. CUT to Shane, watching Melissa waving to him. He smirks to himself, and moves to a joystick. CUT to Melissa watching the Drone, do a rotating 360. CUT to the Drone view, spinning around in a circle, and then focusing back on Melissa. CUT to Melissa, watching the Drone do its hovering 360 and smiling. She steps away from the window, and picks up the phone laying near the milk mess. She picks it up. MELISSA (speaking into phone) Thats kind of creepy. SHANE (OOV) Yeah, but its kind of what I do.... MELISSA But I guess everything you government guys do is weird and creepy. CUT to Shane, blushing a little bit. He looks over his shoulder as if to get a comment from Orestes before remembering he had docked her. He turns back, and grins shakily. SHANE Yeah, spooks and creeps. Thats what we are. CUT back to Shanes apartment. Victor is taking a drag off of his cigarette. SHANE Do you have a picture? Victor nods, grits the smoke between his teeth, and pulls out his wallet. He flips through it and then pulls a photo. He hands it over to Shane, who takes it and looks it over. Its looks to be for her Senior

Pictures, and Shane responds positively. SHANE Hey now. Pretty girl. Pretty hot girl. VICTOR (gruffs, blow smoke out his nose) Yeah, shes very attractive. SHANE Sorry. (turns, opens a scanner, put picture in) Whod she follow? VICTOR Excuse me? SHANE Bands...groups...Im assuming if you think its some hippie cult or whatever...that they probably have something to do with the jam band genre. VICTOR Jam....band... SHANE Yes, like...like Phish, or Widespread Panic...the String Cheese Incident..Keller williams... The picture of Melissa comes up on one of Shanes screens, and Shane looks over his shoulder at Victor. He is befuddled by the names that Shane has recited, and seems genuinely confused. SHANE Are you really that culturally deprived? (pause) Fuck, man you really are gonna need my help. (pause, typing into a web browser) Okay, so I just did a quick background check on her image...Melissa Darcy, is her name right? VICTOR How the hell did you find that out from just a picture? SHANE The internet is a dumping ground of information. If youve put it out there somewhere...it can be found

VICTOR Where theres a will theres a way. SHANE Exactly. And Ive been grabbing data off the net since I was 9 years old. (pauses, assesses his screen) Alright, shes still got an active Facebook page. Thats could be a treasure trove of leads. (pause) Its been inactive for 2 years it looks like...as you said...and her last post is about a ....(reads)...a local festival. Its probably where she met whoever...(reading still)...whoa whoa...hold on. Here we go...(quoting)...soooo dope....going on tour with Dominoe Fucking Redux!!!Gonna be a great summer!. VICTOR Who is Dominoe Fucking Redux? SHANE I dont think the expletive is part of the name, there Vic, but theyre actually a band from here in town. VICTOR Never heard of em. SHANE (clicking on a link) Most havent. But those who follow that kind of music, are fanatics about them. When I was going to college they were huge, all the dipshit hipsters used to go to every show and trip their balls off on any number of potent psychadelics. Now, if I remember right they had gotten some kind of record contract, and were going on tour...breaking it big. (seeing something on the site) And...Hey! Guess what? That festival that she talks about on her Facebook page....is happening again in a month. Shane, invigorated by the intial stages of their would be investigation, spins his chair around quickly to face Victor. SHANE And guess whos gonna be headlining? VICTOR (taking a moment, assessing) You think that she might be there? That shes been following these losers around the

country or something? SHANE Its the best assumption I could make. Its either that, or shes a decomposing corpse somewhere.... Victor frowns at Shanes comment, and he redirects his statement. SHANE Not that I believe thats even....a possibility or anything. I was just saying. Victor nods, but is still wary of Shanes judgement and humor. He looks away, and thinks. VICTOR How many people are there at these....festivals...normally? SHANE Anywhere from 10 to 20 thousand. People coming and going all the time. Its usually pretty chaotic. VICTOR Wonderful. Thats a logistical fucking nightmare to try and find one person. Shane sits back in his chair and seems to be debating something in his head. SHANE It doesnt have to be. Not with what Ive got to offer. (pause) Ive been developing a super-mega-pixel camera system...that would allow me to scan the whole festival grounds, and get a high resolution, interactive display....thats almost instantaneous. Thats just one possibility. If I could deploy a few smaller drones, to do more...on the ground...surveilance...I could have eyes wherever we needed them. VICTOR You think you could really manage that? SHANE Me? (laughs) Yeah, I could handle those aspects without a problem. (pause) Its you Id be worried about. VICTOR

(taken aback) What does that mean? SHANE You got no street cred, there Vic. You dont know the culture. Nobodies gonna trust you if you go about interrogating like you did me earlier. (Victor huffs, crosses his arms) Thats not a big deal, though man. I think Ive got an easy solution for that, and any other problems we might have there. Now....bear with me please....your not gonna like this I can tell...but hear me out.... CUT to a group of 3 twenty somethings, around Shanes age, walking up the stairs that Victor had ascended earlier. They are conversing giddily, and joking with each other as they get to the top. Orestes is there waiting for them, and all of them freak out, but in a totally different way than Victor. These 3 instead, marvel at the object. These 4 are ROCKY MOXLEY, LOGAN SKINNER, and MARK TIPTON. All are stoners, and surprisingly, college graduates. They are Film Majors, and a rag tag Crew. ORESTES Follow me gentlemen. Orestes swivels around and begins heading back from whence she came, and all 3 are nealry in stitches at how interesting Orestes is to them. They follow behind her, giggling and commenting. NARRATORSHANE I know a guy, runs a documentary film crew. They would jump at the opportunity to cover a Festival in general, let alone THEIR festival, right? Cut to Shane and Victor in the studio room. Victor is the background, looking intimidating and sipping whiskey from a glass. Shane is in the foreground, waiting for the 3 to arrive. NARRATORSHANE Well use them as our front. Tell them that we have backers that want to do a documentary on the drug culture at festivals. We give them Melissas picture, to show to people, and let them do the legwork. VICTOR (OOV) A bunch of amateurs? Doing a missing persons

investigation? NARATORSHANE They dont need to know why were looking for Melissa. Just that shes part of the doc. A subplot. And they can get us into circles that I know you cant. The 3 finally come to the doorway and enter, mystified by what they see. As tech nerds themselves, they immediately are enamored by the mad scientists lair that Shane live amungst. Rocky approaches Shane, and hugs him and the two speak, unheard to each other, as the other 2 stumble around the apartment in awe. Victor watches, seemingly unsold on the idea of utilizing the outsiders. VICTOR (OOV) And if we find her? NARRATORSHANE Then you and I will deal with...that. CUT to the Kitchen. The Crew is standing around drinking beers, while Shane is speaking to them. Victor can be seen from the pre-Command Center, sitting in Shanes computer chair, listening but not socializing. ROCKY This is the best assignment I think weve ever gotten, man! Not only do we get to go Summer Camp for free, but also get paid, do our job, and do it about drugs at a festival! LOGAN No shit, bro! I am so totally down for this! SHANE Now, you guys understand...that I cant have you going crazy out there...your gonna have to stay at least...75% sober.... ROCKY (assuring) Oh, thats not a problem man! I havent done psychadelics or any of that for like....a year and a half... LOGAN Well....there was that one time...with the contortionist

that had that killer mescaline... ROCKY Oh yeah. Shit. (pause) But, no...Shane...my man....that is not going to be a problem. SHANE Look, everything in moderation right? (pause) I just want you guys to get the full experience. Night and day. The ups..the downs...the in betweens....they want something very real. TIPTON (somewhat glowering, in the back) Whats the deal with the girl? SHANE Shes gonna be the thread that ties the whole doc together. Ya know...the sob story that give the piece some heart...cute girl gone missing...what might have happened to her. TIPTON You got a picture of her? SHANE Yeah, well provide you guys with a photo to show around. TIPTON Nah, I mean...do you have photo of her we could see? Right now? Shane is surprised by the guys forwardness, but then directs him to Victor in the other room. SHANE Yeah. Vic...could you...show him that picture? Rocky and Logan dismiss Tiptons question and continue speaking as Tipton strides over to the other room, where Victor is glaring at him. Tipton has a shit eating grin on his face and seems to relish the opportunity to speak to Victor. He lifts his eyebrows at Victor asking a question with his expression, as Victor reluctantly reaches into his wallet. TIPTON

Now I know where Ive seen you from... Victor pulls the picture out, but holds it in his hand, and sternly glances up at Tipton. VICTOR You knew the whole time, shithead. You dont have to try and be cute. Tipton continues condescendingly smirking at Victor, as he takes the picture from his hands. When he gets his fingers on it, he turns away from Victor and leaves the room. Victor is puzzled and frustrated, but allows him to go. In the other room, Rocky and Logan are going over specifics with Shane. SHANE This is something Ive been wanting to do for a long time, guys...and Im glad that you are willing to do this for me.... LOGAN Are you fucking kidding man! This is our pleasure! ROCKY Really, Shane...I cant believe that you want us to do this. SHANE Well, I figured since I got the opportunity...I might as well try and help a friend out when I can. And youll be doing me a favor too, if you do a good job. LOGAN Dude! Just the ability to work with all this incredible shit you got laying around here is gonna be a priviledge! And the whole idea of making a doc that could be more than what a doc is ya know...is like...fuckin....whoa! ROCKY What hes saying is, we are 100 percent in on whatever you want to do man. We can talk about compensation later...Im just psyched to finally get the ability to do something....real....and relevant. (raising his beer) Three cheers for Shane! Logan and Rocky both cheer Shane, and laugh chugging. Tipton is in the corner, studying the photo that Victor gave him with a slimy smile plastered on his face. Victor is watching him from the other room, sipping on his whiskey drink.

CUT to the Festival Grounds, watching it from above. Its a clusterfuck of people, vendors, tents, stages, and vehicles. JUMP CUT to shots on the ground, of the attendees. They are all dressed colofully, and nearly every single person has some kind of cup full of liquid, or carries a backpack with any number of otherwise actionable offenses for an arrest. Portions of the grounds are filled with woods, and there is one major Trail that weaves in, out, and around the several stages. It looks to be a generally happy crowd though, with no pushing or shoving, and alot of dancing. CUT to the Crew, far off from the rest of the Summer Camp lot. They are standing around a massive cargo van, retrofitted with a handicap accessible ramp. Attached to the open side door is a large awning, staked about 30 feet to the side of the vehicle. Ontop of the van, are 3 of Shanes drones, resting and charging on an attached solar panel. The Crew seems amped to be there, and are going over their own equipment. Victor is walking around the perimeter of the Van, smoking a cigarette, and looking dressed for court instead of to be letting loose. He tosses his cigarette away into the weeds behind them, and walks toward the van door. He leans in. CUT to Shane, inside the van, which has been converted into a traveling media center for him. Theres only enough room for him to turn in his chair back and forth between the two sides of equipment, but he is hard at work. VICTOR Getting anything on that composite shot, yet? SHANE Its coming along. Another 3 hours or so and Ill have perfect view of the place that only have a 10 minute lag maybe. Ive got another just doing a low lying, outwardly expanding net around the grounds, just checking the equipment. Ive never...never taken this shit on the road ya know... VICTOR Yeah, well you were right about me being out of my fucking element here. (pause) This is how your generation likes to have fun? SHANE Believe it or not, Victor...people have been doing this since the dawn of time. Even in your generation...(pauses, reaching down, grabbing a bag)...and by the way. Are you trying to look like the one guy that nobody would ever want to answer a single question to, or is that your tactic all the time? Intimidation?

VICTOR (looks down at his clothes) Do I look like a dude that has a tie dyed shirt and fucking corduroy jeans, Shane? SHANE (tosses bag to Victor) Exactly. Thats why I came prepared. Put that shit on, or you gotta stay in the Van with me. Youll blow our whole fucking cover if you try and asking these kids tough questions about a missing person, dressed like a spook. Victor opens the bags and finds a band T-shirt, ripped jeans, a bandana, and some necklaces. SHANE That was my dads stuff, so dont go trashing them if you can. VICTOR (reluctant) Where am I supposed to change into this shit? SHANE I dont know Victor, were surrounded by woods....you figure it out. Victor glowers at Shane, but takes the bag and does as he says, walking away from the van toward the woods a football field away. The Crew watches him stalking toward the woods for a moment then goes back to their business. CUT to a few minutes later, at the Van. Rocky is standing at the door, while Logan is filming him. Tipton is holding a boom microphone over Rocky. CUT Inside the Van, where Shane is picking up the feed. SHANE I got it! Yes! Were good to go. Shane is watching the feed from the camera, as Rocky is testing his mic. ROCKY Check, check...systems check...1 ...2...check... TIPTON (OOV) Whoa yo....check it out... Shane watches the camera turn to where Victor had just disappeared, and we see him now dressed uncomfortably in his new digs, carrying

the bag with him. He seems to have a hard time walking in the sandals he was given, and his bandana is completely askew. He is not happy, and the Crew giggling at him and pointing a camera at his face does not make his mood any lighter. SHANE (laughing to himself) Aweseome. CUT to Victor approaching, and Logan filming him. He tosses the bag down, and glares at the Crew. VICTOR (intimidating) Something funny? LOGAN (filming) Fuck no, man! You look fuckin awesome! SHANE (FROM VAN) Hes right, man! You look the part for sure. Tipton steps up, and reaches for the bandana. TIPTON cept...for the doo rag there chief.... Victor stares a hole into Titpon, that makes him rethink putting his arm near victor striking distance. VICTOR Ill fix it. Tipton steps off, and Victor begins repositioning the doo rag. Shane appears in the doorway. SHANE (sweating, wiping brow) Alright, fellas then...since everything is in place...lets make this happen. Rock...you and the Crew should have at least 4 hours worth of time on the battery packs, and theres a 3 hour turn around on charge time. Today...lets focus on getting a feel for the place. Give a....a virtual tour of the grounds. People will be seeing us around all weekend, so we dont wanna go freaking anybody out, asking about where and how to get drugs... ROCKY

No, that makes perfect sense. Were gonna get plenty of talk about it Im sure anyway, but Ive already got a few people and places Id like to investigate...so you just give me any directions you might need as they come. Otherwise, we know what we want to do. SHANE Good. Victor and I will be doing the work with UAVs. If you can...dont tell anybody that those are a part of the doc, please. Thats the last think I need is a bunch of freaks on acid to come hovering around the Van.... LOGAN We should be good all the way out here, man. Nobody but the staff usually parks out this far... SHANE Right. Well, then with all bases covered...lets make this happen guys. Good luck, and godspeed. The Crew all excitedly, gathers their gear, and sets off. Victor looks incredibly awkward in the clothes, and Shane is amused by this. VICTOR I feel like a degenerate. SHANE (smirking) Oh, quit bitching. Im gonna sitting in a metal cage, with the sun directly above me for most of the day, with barely enough room to piss into a jug...which is the ONLY way Im using the fucking bathroom out here.... VICTOR Yeah, yeah...fair enough. SHANE Thats what I thought. Shane turns and pulls out a small medical bag, from a collection of junk near the front of the van. He sits the bag in his lap, and glances down at it. SHANE Now, you were wondering what to do if we find her, right?

VICTOR Yeah. And whats your solution. Shane reaches into the bag and pulls out a bag of white powder. Victor is befuddled. VICTOR The fuck is that? SHANE This...my friend....is a narcotic called scopalomine. Not widely known, unless your a member of a colombian drug cartel, but it delivers a result you cant get from anything else. VICTOR And....you expect me to do what with that shit? SHANE Scopalomine...or devils breath as they call it natively....is a parlytic. You blow a palm full of this stuff into somebodies face, and they become almost immediatley...rendered 100% open to suggestion. You look like your in complete control, and normal to those who come across you, but really....your being told to do empty your apartment of all you belongings...or empty your account to a random unnamed person. VICTOR And you expect me to use this on her? (pause, flaring anger) Shes a fucking drug addict, and you want me to use THAT on her! Where the fuck did you get that from, anyway? SHANE Tipton. The guys got some incredible hookups. VICTOR That fuckin creep? You trust him? SHANE Dont judge a book by its cover, Vic. He may look like a fuckin creep, but its guys like him that have the kind of info that you need sometimes. Im sure you know about those kind of people. Victor studies Shane, and he puts away the bag of powder.

SHANE IF.....we need it....then its an option. If you have a better plan, then your more than entitled to do that. But if we wanna extract her, without an incident...this is how we could do it. She wouldnt even know what happened until the next day. Im just sayin... VICTOR Well cross that bridge if we come to it. We dont even know if shes here. SHANE Lets find out then. (pause) Im gonna give you an earpiece and a mic...so you can contact me if you need. Ill have a drone following you...equipped with some facial recognition software. If you see someone of interest, let me know, and I can check them out. CUT to a Shot Above the Festival, from a Drone. It is scanning faces randomly, as we see Victor outlined by a green box, walking through the crowds. CUT to Victor, attempting to look casual as he holds a cup of beer in his hands. The parade of miscreants with goofy hats, and half naked girls with body paint all over them, are all part of Victors vigilant scrutiny. He hides his gaze behind sunglasses but hes scanning the crowd much the same as the Drone that is hovering a hundred feet behind, and above him. CUT to the Crew, filming, following Rocky. They seem to be deep in the woods, walking along a trail, with parties of people spread out with tents and camping equipment. People flock to the camera, wanting to show off in their inebriated state, and occasionally the Crew stops them and asks them questions with generally humorous results. They pepper the people with innoccuous questions, before bringing up the subject of the drugs like Shock. Responses are different, some in favor and some completely opposed to its usage. CUT to Victor, now standing on the sidelines of one of the Stages, watching a band play at dusk. There are people dancing and partying right in front of him, but he waches with his arms crossed. VICTOR (INTO MIC) The musics not bad, I guess. SHANE (OOV) Yeah. You ever though about maybe responding like a human being would to pleasurable experiences? Like, maybe nodding your head or something... VICTOR (INTO MIC) Im not following you....

As Victor says this, we see an older hippie chick in a wife beater and flowing skirt. She watches Victor, with his arms crossed. SHANE (OOV) Its called emotion, Vic. See if you can pull one of them out of the storage vault you call your heart. As Shane is saying this, the hippie chick dances over to Victor. Shes attractive, and alluring, but it still comes across to Victor as if she was an approaching criminal. He pulls back, nearly defending himself. She laughs at this, and grabs his wrist. He resists, and pulls back but her grasp doesnt release. He holds in place, and shakes his head. She stares at him, sternly, commandingly. This melts him, and the force at which she pulls him into the dance circle, nearly causes him to stumble and fall. She giggles at this, and pulls him along, into the writhing mass. CUT to the Drone watching from above, its vision fading in the dying light. CUT to Shane, in the truck, the light faded for him and now only unnatural. He smirks at Victor, far out of his element, attempting to dance with the older hippie chick. There is actually a genuine smile that comes across from Victor, and Shane seems pleased by this. CUT to the Van, as darkness falls on the first night. The Crew is arriving back at the camp, all chattering about their days exploits. Shane appears in the doorway, chugging from a bottle of water. The Crew approaches. ROCKY (to Shane) Fucking incredible day, man! What did you think? SHANE We got some great stuff, today guys. You did a fantastic job. LOGAN Dude, this is amazing! This Doc is gonna be fuckin sick! SHANE That it is. Thanks to you guys. (pause) So go reward yourself. I know Keller is about to get on stage, so you guys go do your thing. Well reconvene in a few hours, and Id like to get a couple of hours of footage after dark, ya know. ROCKY Totally! Well be more than ready, Shane! SHANE Good. (pause) Bring me back some dank bud if you can

find it. LOGAN For sure, man! Logan and Rocky both exit, talking with each other. Tipton, smoking a bowl of weed, approaches Shane. He offers it to Shane. He declines. SHANE Thanks, but Ive got too much to deal with right now. TIPTON You sure? SHANE Yeah. Shane folds his arms across his chest, and glares down at Tipton. SHANE You said you got something to tell me? Something you didnt want the other guys to hear about? TIPTON I did. (takes a toke) But first...you gotta tell me why Im gonnna give that info to you. No bullshit. No...stories about invisible backers you have for this....project... SHANE (assessing Tipton) You just want to hear me say it? TIPTON So what if I do? (paues) If what Im gonna tell you could get me clipped, you dont think I deserve to hear it from your mouth. SHANE Fair enough. (pause) Were looking for Mellissa Darcy because we suspect that shes gotten involved in some kind of....drug cult. She disappeared from the world that knew her, two years ago and has been sending cryptic notes to her parents....begging to get her out of...whatever shes in the middle of. Law enforcement has hit a dead end in trying to find her, so me and Victor decided to do it ourselves.

TIPTON (nodding, taking final toke of his bowl) Thats good. Honest. I didnt expect that. SHANE So now you know were on the same level. (pause) What do you have for me? TIPTON (ashing bowl) I found her. Knew Id seen her before. SHANE Where! Where did you see her? TIPTON In the woods, where your little drone buddies cant see into. Shes muling for the Schock Brothers. Convenient, huh? Shane slides over to his computer, where we several displays. One is a large screen placed at the back of the Van, with a view of the entire fesitval during the day. The rest are the drone following Victor. Shane begins typing into the computers. Tipton steps into the van and finds a seat. TIPTON Ive known all three of them since they were in grade school, and it doesnt surprise me that theyve found this kind of racket to take up. The girls all have shaved heads, but wear these wild multi colored wigs, and are hooked together by beepers. They socialize and flirt and shit, and when they get a call they go and do their thing. They pass the drugs along, while the guy that made the sale takes off down the trail. SHANE How do we find her? Her! Specifically! TIPTON Can I ask you something? SHANE (annoyed) What! TIPTON How do you know she doesnt want this life?

SHANE You wanna read the letters she sent to her family? You wanna try and decipher the rambling pleas that she made, or do you wanna do what I hired you guys for? How about you just trust me, and tell me how I can get to her? How does that sound? TIPTON (stepping back) I was just wondering. Why your doing all this for somebody you dont even know. SHANE For the same reason you just risked your ass to tell me what you did. Alright? Is that good enough? Youll be handsomely rewarded if you do what I say? Is that better? Tipton studies Shane, obviously frazzled by the revelation, and the hours of surveillance that hes been reviewing. TIPTON These girls have full reign backstage. They do their rounds, and then....its back to the party. Like a part time job, where you get paid with drugs. SHANE Sounds ideal. (pause, ignoring Tipton now) Why dont you go find a deep, dark K-Hole Titpon, and Ill be in contact when I need you. TIPTON (nodding) Dont mind if I do. Titpon strows away, hands in his pockets, whistling. Shane watches him from the Monitors inside, walk away. He glares at the image, as if wondering if he can trust the information just given to him. CUT to the Van, now deep midnight. The party is still raging, and music is still pumping throughout the fair grounds. CUT Inside the Van. The door is closed, and Victor and Shane are both looking to be in serious discussion. SHANE It isnt necessarily erroneous info. Im sure youve seen these girls around. VICTOR

I have. I could tell they were peddling, but I wasnt sure the magnitude. SHANE Have you ever heard of these....Schock Brothers? VICTOR Never. I cant imagine theyre any big time muscle or anything. SHANE Titpon seems intimidated by them. VICTOR Oh yeah. (pause) Well Im not. SHANE Alright, then how do see us getting this done? VICTOR That depends. (pause) I could just go and find wherever these punks are holding court, and tell them that Im taking Melissa with me, whether they like it or not. SHANE And your certain shes gonna want to come with you? VICTOR Youve read the letters. She sure doesnt sound like a happy camper... SHANE But if she resists... VICTOR Then Ill throw her over my fucking shoulder, and carry her out kicking and screaming! SHANE Your not her father Victor. VICTOR No, but I am her uncle! And her mother and father are living overseas in fucking Bali, or Costa Rica or some other island tax haven...and could give two shits about her! She sent those letters to me! And Ill be god

damned if Im gonna let her suffer a minute longer! Victor stands and goes to exit the van, but Shane grabs his arm, knowing he cant chase after him. SHANE Hey! Hey! Cmon! (victor stops) Dont go, just yet, man! Please! Look Ive known she was your niece for the past month. I understand your anger and frustration! VICTOR (shaking shanes hand off) The fuck you do! SHANE No, becaues I have no family Victor! Ive lost them all! But if I had a chance to get them back, I sure as fuck wouldnt go about half cocked! Cmon, man....we can do this...and do this right! We have all the capabilities in our hands....its what we came to here to do. Please...dont...be rash. VICTOR And you expect me to trust that creep Tipton to help us? SHANE He might be a creep, but hes bright kid. Hes got the kind of street smarts that we can use, and the kind....you dont have. VICTOR And...let me guess...you wanna use that cartel drug too? SHANE It leaves the recipient completely receptive to suggestion. She wouldnt even have the capacity to fight against it. Its the smartest way, Victor. Victor sits back down, still fuming a bit from his near blow up. He is staring forward, not making eye contact with Shane and debating the options in his head. CUT to the Van, the next day. Its mid-afternoon, and we see the Crew all standing around the Van Door. Victor is standing, leaning against the frame, as Shane is speaking to the Crew. Rocky, and Logan are both somewhat bewildered, but Titpon is just listening and watching the reactions of everyone else.

SHANE ....and I apologize that I wasnt up front with you guys. But until we knew that she was here...I didnt want you guys to be trepidacious. And you can back out right now if you want, and well continue this on our own. But I really hope that it doesnt deter you. ROCKY But...you told Tipton about it? SHANE Tipton found out for himself. And came to me on his own. LOGAN (jokingly) Look at you fuckin super spy... Tipton shrugs, and looks to Shane. SHANE So if you guys arent willing to work with us any longer....then youll be paid in full and can do whatever you want with the footage. You can borrow anything from the Drones....Ive had one thats recorded every performance as well...so its up to you guys to decide whether you want to be a part of this. Because it isnt legal, technically. And it may not be safe. LOGAN Oh, Im in here bro! I hate seein chicks turned into Shock Troops....just I never knew I could actually do something about it. ROCKY Yeah, man. This is a little...of a mind-fuck....but well do whatever you need. SHANE Good. (pause, looks to Victor) This is the plan then. (pause) The Schock brothers are well known to be very verbose about their booking abilities. They love to talk about how they brought this band or that one....so I want you two to get them to do an interview. Far from the backstage area. Tipton thinks he knows her cycle....so hes gonna find her and follow her. When she goes backstage, Victor is going to find her, and remove her.

ROCKY Thats a bit....risky...isnt it? The Schocks arent nothin to fuck with, Shane. VICTOR Dont worry about them. ROCKY (looking to Victor) Im not sayin I wont do it....but what if they get word were trying to swindle them? VICTOR If anybody fucks with you....Ill make sure that they regret that. SHANE If we do this right, guys....we wont have to worry about those things. Tipton turns to the rest, and begins to walk away. TIPTON Im out. Logan and Rocky are confused and shout at thim. SHANE No, no fellas. Its part of the plan. LOGAN Fuck, were doin it now? SHANE If there was ever a time, its now. There are headliners coming up on stage, the traffic is gonna be crazy. You guys know how to find the Schocks....they dont make themselves hidden. Tiptons gonna go find our target, and you guys need to secure the interview. Victor and Tipton have a bracelet to get them backstage, and will be waiting on the word to go. When Victor gets that, hes going in. Ill give you guys the all clear to cut the interview off...and were all gonna split. LOGAN Whoa.

ROCKY No shit. SHANE Are you guys up for this or not? Otherwise were gonna have to change the plan up... ROCKY No no...we can do this. Its just....a bit...overwhelming. SHANE I understand. And like I said...youll still get paid either way. LOGAN No, fuck, dude....we HAVE to do this! Im glad you got us involved Shane...(hitting Rocky on the shoulder)...cmon man this is what weve always wanted. To do something that matters. ROCKY (nods) Alright. Lets do this. SHANE Thank you fellas. Your cooperation is appreciated. CUT to Shane, sitting in front of the large Mega-Pixel screen. He has plotted all the points where the operation will be initiated. Theres a larger picture with 4 different smaller windows that are zoomed in to Victor at the stage/backstage area, Tipton in the woods, Logan and Rocky sitting waiting for their interview, and also the view of the parking lot. He gets them where he wants them, and turns back to the Drone Screens. There is one also for each location, and seem to be hovering in place, except for Tiptons which is on the move above the trees. SHANE (SPEAKING TO ALL, THROUGH MIC) Alright, gentlemen...we are prone and ready to go. Target is on the move. CUT to Titpon, following a girl in a bright purple wig. There are people on all sides of them and hes doing his best not to lose her, but also not look like hes following her. TIPTON Shes definitely on her way backstage. She had to have just pulled in a grand in the last two hours.

SHANE (IN EARPHONES) Ive got no visual on her Titpon....Im going off you now my friend... TIPTON Dont send Vic in yet. Shes gonna have to pay off her debts, and drop off her goods.... CUT to Shane, controlling UAVs, spinning in all directions. SHANE Gotcha, Tipton. Let me know when shes in the clear. CUT to Victor, next to the stage as the music is playing above him. He sees the Schock brothers, all coming from the backstage area out into the crowd. People greet them as if they were the star musicians on stage, and they love the ability to have that control over people. VICTOR (NEARLY SHOUTING) Brothers are en route. Should be there in a few minutes. CUT to Logan and Rocky, preparing their equipment. They are set up near the vendors outside the main stage entrance area SHANE (OOV, IN EARPIECE) You guys get that? ROCKY (looking a bit shaky) Yeah, loud and clear. SHANE Then you wont hear from me, until I tell you to split. Okay? LOGAN Gotcha. Rocky and Logan share a cautious glance, their nerves tingling. CUT to Tipton, approaching the Backstage Entrance. There are several guards and a massive security fence, to keep any unwanted patrons from getting in, and there are plenty of them. Tipton is keeping his distance from Melissa, as she is let in without even being checked. This angers a few who are trying to argue their way in, and Tipton walks up to the security guards, holding his wrist up so they can see his bracelet. They wave him in, and we see what the Backstage looks like.

Its nothing particularly special, just a heavily canopied corridor, that snakes around to the literal back of the stage. After passing the sound and lighting rigs and engineers, around the back, there are a collection of prefab trailers for the artists, and the motor homes and equipment trucks that brought them there. Tipton meddles around as musicians pass him carrying instruments and talking. TIPTON (speaking low) Im in. And so is she. SHANE (OOV, OVER EARPIECE) Keep following her. (pause) Victor, this is your cue. CUT to Victor, already cutting through the crowd, on his way to the Backstage entrance. Hes pushing people out of his way, and annoying as them as they try to groove. VICTOR Im already moving. CUT to Shane, furiously operating his systems. We see him adjust the zoom on the drone that is watching over Logan and Rocky. The Schock brothers, three of them are standing in front of Logan and Rocky. They are very animated, and drinking from mason jars. SHANE (TO VICTOR AND TIPTON) Rock and Logan have the triplets distracted...they look like theyre loving somebody kissing their ass. CUT to Tipton, chortling, and ligthing a cigarette. Hes watching Melissa, who is asking around for somebody and getting no results. This does not please her, and her unease is visible. TIPTON Yeah, theyll talk all night if you give them a chance. SHANE (OOV) We wont. (pause) Whats going on with our target? TIPTON Shes trying to find somebody. Probably the dude she needs to pay. Probably one of the brothers. SHANE

Good. Dont let her go look for them. As Shane is saying this, she is directed by a stranger as to where the brothers had gone. Melissa stomps away from the person, heading for Tipton. TIPTON Shit...shes doing just that...I got this... Melissa nearly walks by Tipton, when he enthusiasticaly jumps in front of her path. TIPTON Melissa! Melissa Darcy? Melissa is thrown off by somebody using her real name, instead of shoving him aside as she normaly would have. CUT to Victor arriving at the Backstage Entrance. He tries to walk through without showing his wrist and is nearly accosted. A security guard grabs his arm, and Victor instinctively twists the guards arm around. The other security guards all respond by nearly jumping Victor when they realize that he has a bracelet. Victor lets the guard go, as he curses at him but is ignored. SHANE Vic....you need to get in there, right now...and dont go starting a fucking brawl! VICTOR (focused) It was instinct. SHANE Yeah, well you dont have a fucking badge anymore, and you cant go accosting innocent security guards! Victor sees Tipton, and in turn Melissa and walks faster. CUT to Tipton, smiling like hed just seen an old friend, and Melissa attempting to place his face. MELISSA How....how did you know that was my name? TIPTON I thought I recognized you! You dont remember me? MELISSA

(confused) No...I dont.... Tipton recognizes Victor heading for them in his peripheral, and his glance causes Melissa to do the same. At first she brushes the look she got, but then has to look again. This time shes sure of who she seen, and a faint smile cracks across her lips. MELISSA (tearing) Uncle Vic? VICTOR (within feet of her, slowing, emotion hitting him) Melissa. MELISSA (befuddled) What....are you...how did you know.....and...what are you wearing? VICTOR Had to blend in. MELISSA Blend in? For what? VICTOR To get you back to reality. Melissa is utterly baffled by the exchange, and she glances over at Tipton. Thats all that it takes. Tipton holds a straw packed with scopalamine, and drops it into his palm. When she looks at him, he takes the opportunity to blow it into her face, as he and Victor avert their gaze. It hits her immediately, and Tipton quickly wipes his palm on his jeans, and tosses the straw. Melissa becomes a shell, her eyes wide and a glimmer of a smile creasing across her mouth. Tipton snaps his fingers in front of her face, and she barely responds. TIPTON Can you hear me, Melissa? MELISSA Yes. Of course. TIPTON Okay. Do you mind leaving with your Uncle Victor?

MELISSA Uncle Victor? Absolutely not. I miss him. Victor puts his arm around Melissas shoulder and begins to lead her away. VICTOR Ive missed you too. Victor, Tipton, and Melissa head back toward the Backstage Entrance. TIPTON Package is being delivered Santa. All is well. Shell be out of the woods in 5 minutes. SHANE (OOV) Thats good. Because I think the brothers are onto us. Get the fuck out of there....the cab will be waiting in the third row of the parking spaces out front. CUT to Rocky and Logan. Two of the brothers are freaking out. They tell one to stay behind. SCHOCK You two faggots dont fuckin move! (looks up at the Drone) You think we wouldnt figure something like that out? LOGAN Like.....what? SHOCK Dont fuckin get stupid on me! That things been watching us the whole time weve been here! ROCKY (glancing up at the drone) I.....we.....dont know what your talking about man. SCHOCK (starting forward, fist raised) I told you! Dont get fucking stupid on me! CUT to Shane, seeing what is happening to Logan and Rocky. SHANE Fuck.

Shane glances over at the large screen, displaying everyone. He looks to one facing the woods entrance. CUT back to Logan and Rocky. Rocky is being grabbed by his shirt, with Schock arming his fist for contact. LOGAN Hey man! You dont need to do that! SCHOCK Shut your fucking mouth scumbag, your next! CUT to Victor and Melissa walking quickly through the woods trail, with Tipton following behind them, checking their rear. They pass other drug mules, girls trying to get Melissas attention and when they dont become wary of the situation their witnessing. They begin passing information, down the line. Titpon sees this, where Victor does not and is attempting to causally converse with Melissa to keep her calm. TIPTON Theyre definitely onto us. Were gonna have company real quick. CUT to Shane, seeing Rocky mouthing off and getting hit in the face. SHANE SHIT! DONT TOUCH HIM LOGAN! Shane turns to the Drone that is watching the action, and begins manuevering it down very quickly. It zooms in faster and faster until we see that it is on a collision course with the Schock brother. CUT to Rocky, covering up as Logan stands by, camera still on his shoulder. He sees the Drone coming in and scurries out of the way. It hits the Schock brother in the upper back, and shatter upon impact. It also does a decent job of shattering the Schock brother who tumbles over in pain, allowing Rocky to scramble to his feet. Both he and Rocky beat feet as the crowd has now taken even more interest into what has just transpired. SHANE (OOV) Get to the Van as soon as you guys can! It aint gonna drive itself, and I dont have fuckin feet! CUT to Victor, Melissa, and Tipton now at their side, neairng the entrance of the woods trail. Tipton turns and sees the other Schock brothers rushing down the trail with a group of their lackies right behind

them. TIPTON (to Victor) I hope your as much of a badass as you act like....because we got about 8 dudes that are not happy with us.... Victor glances back, sees the ensuing herd. He sees the crowd that lays in front of them at the woods trail entrance. VICTOR You take her. Get her to the cab. Fast. Tipton nods, and Victor leands in to Melissa. VICTOR Ill see you real soon kid. Ive got some business to deal with. Your buddy Tipton is gonna help you... TIPTON (to Melissa, excitedly) Do you like to run, Melissa? MELISSA (giddily) I LOVE to run! TIPTON Then lets do it! Tipton grabs Melissas hand, and takes off with her. Victor watches them, and then casually turns to the gaggle of angry drug pimps. Victor crosses his arms, and essentially welcomes them into his midst. When they see that he is not being aggressive, and that others are taking notice, they tame themselves a bit. The Shock brothers walk up to Victor, gritting their teeth and flaring their nostrils. SHOCK 1 The fuck you think your doin, old man? VICTOR Nothing illegal. SHOCK 2 That supposed to be a joke? VICTOR Depends on how you interpret it. (pause) Now, I understand

that you fellas probably think that you have some kind of investment....in the girl that Im taking with me. And under the circumstances, I guess that would make sense. SHOCK 1 That bitch has probably a thousand dollars of my money...you think Im gonna just let her walk out of here. VICTOR Well I sure as fuck aint payin you. Consider it her severence package. SHOCK 2 Severence...Im gonna sever your fuckin head from your shoulder you ancient mother fucker! VICTOR If thats how you want it shithead.... SCHOCK 1 You gonna fuckin get it old man! Schock 2 attempts to spit in Victors eyes a swill of moonshine, to which victor manuevers away from and very methodicaly sends his open hand into Schock 2s throat. He immediately begins choking which severely impairs him when Victor knees him in the stomach. He falls to the side as his brother throws a nasty right that connects on Victor. This signals the rest of the troupe to attack, which infruriates Victor. He decimates the group in a quick but violent brawl, that sees his opponents getting in a few blows. Victor on the other hand, sends his victims into trees, snapping wrists, and tossing them into fires. All happens so quickly, that people around barely can take it all in. Some even display knives and implements but they are still no match for Victors apparent prowess. When his foes have been vanquished, Victor spits blood and exits the woods. CUT to Tipton and Melissa, dashing through the crowd as fast as possible. Melissa seems to be enjoying herself, and remarkably so does Titpon. He doesnt seem to feel any of the pressure that surrounds them. Neither does she at the time. CUT to the Van, where we see docked drones taking off. Rocky and Logan both arrive, huffing and puffing as they watch the drones go off into the sky. Shane slides into view, sweating profusely. SHANE Get rid of this fucking canopy, and lets roll!

LOGAN What about the solar charger? SHANE Fuck all that noise! Lets just get the fuck out of here! Rocky and Logan do as they were told and dismantle the canopy from the van as Shane slams the van door. CUT Inside, where Logan is jumping into the van and firing it up. Rocky follows quickly behind, and enters the passenger side. LOGAN Hold on, Shane, man! Shane is watching from a Drone, behind the Van, keeping guard. There is a group of about 20 people, charging for their area, that Rocky and Logan cannot see. SHANE Ill be fine, just move this piece of shit! Weve got about a dozen fans, that are not happy with our performance. Logan peels out and knocks over a few of their spare tents as he does, and bumps along the incongruous terrain, nearly throwing Shane from his seat. CUT to Tipton, standing at the door of the cab that Victor and Shane spoke of. Melissa appears to be inside, and Tipton is nervously half in and half out of the vehicle. Hes watching the foreground, waiting to catch a glimpse of Victor. When he finally does, there is the first sign of emotion from Tipton, as he looks relieved. Victor is limping slightly, his clothes are torn, and hes dabbing blood from his mouth with his bandana. He arrives at the vehicle and nods at Tipton. VICTOR You did good kid. Thank you. TIPTON Yeah, yeah lets leave the kudos for later big guy. Tipton steps inside the cab, and shuts the door. CUT to Inside, where Melissa is smiling brightly, looking out the window. Victor gets in and shuts the door. CAB DRIVER Shit man...you alright?

VICTOR Just go. Please. Melissa hears Victors voice, and turns to see him in the front seat, as the cab pulls away. MELISSA Uncle Vic! What are you doing here? Its so good to see you! Melissa leans over the seat and hugs Victor, who winces, but attempts to return her affection. VICTOR You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice, Mel. Victor is nealry moved to tears in the front seat, as Melissa hugs him. CUT to the Inside of the Van, where Shane is watching the various feeds as they drive. Two are following them, as they leave the festival grounds, and the other is watching the Cab. He exits out of the Super Camera feed, and we see it then pop up on the screens, as Shane directs it home. When that is done, he finally takes a moment to sit back in his chair and take a long deep breath. LOGAN (breaking silence) Dude......that was....FUCKING CRAZY! Logan is drunk with adrenaline and pounds a drum beat on the steering wheel. ROCKY Yeah, I dont think were gonna be going back to that festival any time....ever... LOGAN I dont fuckin care, man, we showed those scumbags what was UP! ROCKY Barely. (feeling his jaw) I think he loosened a tooth...that cranked out freak.... LOGAN Dude, you took that hit like a champ bro! ROCKY

Didnt feel like it! Logan and Rocky continue bickering and cajoling, as Shane stares wide eyed at the screens, seeing the road pass without need for a window, and getting a birds eye view. Hes physically and mentally wrecked, but cant take his eyes from his own personal view of the world out around him. CUT to Shanes apartment hallway. We see his massive double doors, and hear the grinding gears of an elevator. It reaches its destination, and the door opens, emitting a pale white light ino the hall accompanied by Shanes silhouette. Logan and Rocky can be heard approaching, down the other side of the hallway as Shane wheels into view. The doors open on their own, and Orestes zips into view. ORESTES Shane. Was the excursion a success? SHANE (restless) It was, Orestes. Werent you watching? ORESTES I was, but I was still unable to determine whether the outcome was as desired. Did you find Ms. Darcy? Shane wheels into the apartment, with Orestes at his side. SHANE We did. ORESTES That is wonderful. I am sure Victor is very happy. CUT to a darkened apartment. Its lightly furnished, but looks to have been recently vacated. The door opens, and artificial light pours in. Victor leads Melissa inside, who is beginning to look worn down. She nearly staggers in, led by Victor. He flicks on a light, and she reacts to it negatively. MELISSA (covering her eyes) Is it always so bright in here? VICTOR Its probably just because...you were coming in from the dark.

MELISSA (blinking heavily) Yeah...I guess. Victor shuts the door and locks it. He heads immediately over to the sink, limping now as the adrenaline has faded. MELISSA (sleepily) What happened to your leg? Did you trip or something? VICTOR (looking back) Somethin like that. Victor runs the sink and nealry drinks it dry, only stopping to take breaths. Melissa sits down on the couch, and dust kicks up. She coughs, and brushes the particles away. MELISSA Jeez Uncle Vic....dust much? VICTOR (turning from sink, gulping) Sorry. Just moved in. CUT to Shane, Rocky and Logan in Shanes kitchen. They are drinking beers, and reviewing their days activities. ROCKY So hes gonna be staying with her then? SHANE For now. Until she...cleans up.... LOGAN That aint gonna be an easy road bro. Shock aint nothin to play with. That shit will stick with you forever. ROCKY Especially if shes been that hardcore for two years....I dont eny her...or him. SHANE If we gotta get her into a rehab facility or something, then that can be arranged. Whatever needs to be done, to get her better.

LOGAN Your one big hearted mother fucker, Santa. SHANE (drinks, glances down) Im missing part of me, so I gotta make up somewhere. LOGAN Cheers. The three clink bottles, and finish them off. Shane gets in the fridge and grabs 3 more, hands them out. ROCKY So whats next then? SHANE (opening on his arm) Uh...next? ROCKY Whats your guys next .....mission...or ....investigation...or whatever? SHANE Oh, fuck man...I dont know. Ive been so focused on making sure this went well, that I havent really thought about it. LOGAN Well, either way....we are gonna have a fucking kick ass doc just with the footage we got. I cant thank you enough, Shane. SHANE We couldnt have done this without you guys. Orestes flies into kitchen, faster than usual, and begins to speak Shanes name over and over. SHANE This really was a team effort, and I hope the money... Orestes continues saying Shanes name, and he turns in the middle of his sentence, gritting his teeth in anger. SHANE

WHAT! CUT to Shane, waking up in his sleeping quarters in the Barn. Hes dripping sweat, and naked from the waist up. Hes also sitting up in his bunk. Its mostly dark, with only the light of the screens at the other side of the room for illumination. Shane is in a fog, post jarring dream, and is looking around expecting to see Orestes. Instead, a voice comes from the Command Chair. VOICE Finally. Do you realize how long youve been sleeping for? I dont know how many times Ive said your name in the past hour....I lost my nerve... The voice seems to send a chill down Shanes spine, and he focuse his gaze over on the chair. The person in it, spins it around. Its revealed to be Rocky, looking much different then the last time we seen him, in Shanes dream apparently. He has long stringy hair, a grisly beard, and is dressed in all black. A shotgun rests in his lap. SHANE (grimacing) Rocky. (pause) Did Orestes let you in? ROCKY Oh....no....I let myself in. SHANE (recognizing danger, but not losing cool) Oh yeah? ROCKY Yeah, I was gonna call....not like youd answer....but then youd know I was coming. SHANE I havent had a visitor in awhile. Sorry if it isnt presentable. ROCKY Are you kidding me? This is a fucking...work of art...this facility. Youve really stepped up from operating out of your apartment. SHANE (pulling legs off bed) Well you know how it is, Rock. Too much money, and nowhere to spend it. Shane goes for his chair, and Rocky stands up, the shotgun now becoming very visible.

Shane stops himself. ROCKY I found all your little hidden crevices, Santa. The gun in your wheelchair. The tazer behind the microwave. (holding up shotgun) The shotgun above the bed. Just so you dont go making any stupid moves, and getting yourself shot. SHANE Can I get in the chair at least? Maybe put on a shirt? ROCKY Have at it, buddy. By the way, thats a rockin six pack you got goin on. Must be hard to do situps with no feet. Shane maneuever into his chair, snags a shirt from a nearby table. SHANE Where theres a will theres a way. Shane wheels toward Rocky, holding the shotgun casually. He has a plastered smirk across his face, and Shane seems to be trying to match that. SHANE So whats up, Rocky? You come here to kill me? ROCKY (laughing) No, man. Nothing like that. To scare you? Yeah, a little bit. I mean its kind of my job now. SHANE I never really took you as a scary dude, until I seen you with a shotgun in your hands. ROCKY Itll do that. Youd be surprised how invigorating it is when your actually on the business end of one. I mean....you wouldnt know anything about that....with your screens, and drones....and creepy flying orb.... SHANE Thats not my job. And we dont kill. ROCKY No, but you can lead a man....TO...be killed.

SHANE (taking a moment) Whatever happens after we do our part....Thats not my problem. ROCKY Oh, but it is, old buddy old pal. (pause) Didnt Victor ever tell you about Blowback? The consequences of....illicit behavior. SHANE Im aware. (pause) Howd you get involved with the Russians? ROCKY EVERYBODIES involved with the Russians, Santa! Especially when you go abducting their chief contact here! What the fuck were you thinking man? Did you two really think your fucking the Punisher, or Batman or some shit....that you could get away with whacking a connected dude... SHANE He killed three innocent people to get to one junkie that owed him money, and bought his way out of prison. ROCKY I never said he was a saint! I mean...who the fuck is these days? Even you....Shane...are involved in murder. SHANE Sometimes ends need to be met. ROCKY And thats okay if you profit from it, right? (pause, laughs) And profit you fuckin did! Fuck man.... Rocky sits back in the Command Chair, and takes a deep breath. Shane watches, glances over at Orestes. When Rocky looks back, he quckly diverts his eyes. ROCKY Where was that money when we needed your help, Shane? We called and called you....even went to that building you own...looking for you.

SHANE Im sorry Rocky....we had to move...out of town. For security reasons. ROCKY Oh, and did you just abandon the people that supported you for security reasons, too? SHANE (firmly) Yeah. In a way. ROCKY Well, thats real fuckin noble of you Shane! Get ahold of friends you havent seen in years, and get them involved with some of the most ruthless drug runners in the Midwest, and then just conveniently forget that they existed! For our safety, right? SHANE I gave you guys more money than you knew what to do with.... ROCKY Your right there! It was too much for us. A bunch of loser stoner kids just out of college, getting 500 hundred grand to start up a business we knew nothing about running! SHANE And you blame me for that? ROCKY No! I blame you for getting us involved with that fucking whore Darcy, and the Schocks! (furious, standing kicking over something) They knew who the fuck we were Shane! Unlike you! And when they found out where we were living, and where we worked, they harassed us for years! Beat the fuck out of us whenever they could....sabotaged our shoots and our equipment....they fucked us over completely! Before we knew it we were so far in debt that the only place we could turn for protection and for money was this Russian dude named Sergei. (pause) Sound familiar? SHANE (wordless) ....I....uh...

ROCKY I should have been there that morning. My boss didnt think that was wise for me...Ive been moving up recently. (pause) You know how you move up, with these guys? SHANE (gathering thoughts) You have to kill somebody. ROCKY Not just somebody. No, they dont want a random. They want you to do it to somebody that you care about. The ultimate sacrifice, right? And you have to make it look legitimate. Make it look random... You have to be able to kill without leaving a trace of yourself....if you wanna do what Im doing now. SHANE Tipton? ROCKY He was there. But he never saw it coming. No, I had to eliminate Logan. They had questions about him. Ya know....all that hippy dippy bullshit didnt come across too well to bloodthirsty killers. He was so fucked on Shock though that he was probably happy I was the one that did him in. At that point...he wasnt even recognizable. SHANE It was just that easy? ROCKY Just....that....easy. (pause, steps forward) Once youve done it....its like your released. Like the part of you that would find it frightening...suddenly is....exhilarated by it.... SHANE Did you kill Victor? ROCKY (stops, annoyed by the statement) That was my next question. (pause) Where the fuck is he? SHANE Youre asking me? You just said Ive been sleeping for however many hours. How would I know?

ROCKY Ah. Maybe he abandoned you. Shane glances over at Orestes, and Rocky catches it. ROCKY What? Are you sending mental messages to that fucking hunk of shit, or something? Rocky saunters over to the charging station for Orestes, and promptyly smashes it and Orestes to bits in front of Shane. Shane stares coldly at Rocky, trying to remain as calm as possible, as Rocky is showing his weaknesses. ROCKY How about that? All those years of work! Doesnt mean shit now! A loud screeching is heard from Rockys head, an earpiece, and he responds angrily. It sounds like someone shouting orders to him, and he whispers, fuck off. Shane sees this, then looks at the rubble of Orestes. SHANE You proved your point yet? Rocky stares down at the fragments of Oresetes, grinning. He turns his gaze toward Shane, and then raises his wrist to his mouth. ROCKY (into mic on wrist) Open the door. As Rocky says this, the Garage door slowly begins to creep open. Outside of it, we see at least five guys standing guard with fully automatic rifles. As the light, enters the Garage, Shane guards his eyes. Rocky points the shotgun at him, and then directs him toward the Command Center exit. ROCKY Move. Shane stares at Rocky for a second, and then begins wheeling toward the exit. Rocky follows him, shotgun at his back. Shane wheels past the drones now ineffective for him, and looks forlorn as he gets closer to the Garage door with the armed guards. They all turn their guns toward him. He gets to the edge of the garage, and the path for him is covered by people. He attempts to wheel across the rugged terrain, and eventually falls over. Everybody around him laughs, and mocks him, as Rocky appears over him.

ROCKY Crawl, cripple. Shane turns and his face twists into a furious grimace, as he drags himself across the dirt. Rocky keeps the shotgun trained on his back, and kicks him to make him move faster. Shane is seething but attempting to not let his anger be expressed visibly. He claws the ground and is led toward a blacked out Van with people stand around it as well, armed. CUT to Victor running furiously, through tall grass. There is a large pack on his back, and he looks to be dressed in the same clothing as the last time we seen him. He beats feet through the field, and comes to a clearing. There are woods surrounding it on both sides, and Victor breathing heavily, looks up into the sky. He is scanning for other drones, or any kind of surveillance. When he sees nothing, he skirts around the side of the woods, running as fast as he can, to get to the other side. When he reaches it, he is immersed in the trees, and continues running. He comes to a drop off, and without thinking, jumps off of it. CUT to Victor landing, on the opposite end of the ravine, but hitting something solid that thumps. Victor hears this and immediatley begins digging away debris and dirt to reveal a trap door. Once it has been properly revealed, Victor opens up the heavy door, and drops down inside. There seems to be some kind of bunker underneath his feet. CUT to Victor dropping down into the Bunker. The only light that can be seen, is from the open doorway. Victor quickly turns on a pen light, and closes the hatch. Hes panting and when the door shuts, he slinks down against the wall of the bunker. It seems to be just a train car, that echoes with each sound that he makes. He stops to rest, momentarily, and his breath chugs like a diesel engine. He quickly overcomes his exhaustion, and begins digging into the pack he was carrying. He comes up with bottles of water, and freeze dried food. A flashlight, a cell phone. Then, he pulls out from the bottom of the bag, an almost perfectly duplicate version of Orestes. In the low light, Victor is amazed at it, and inspects it. VICTOR No fuckin way. Victor notices a post it note on the top, that says...push this button. Victor removes the note and discards, seeing a small button on the top of the Orestes model. He touches it, and the device lights up much with a blue glow instead of green like Orestes. Victor is struck dumb by the device coming to life in his hands, as its gyroscope begins spinning, holding it in place. It floats in front of him for a second, and then scans his eyes, nearly blinding Victor. He puts his hands over his eyes.

ORESTES TYPE 2 (a male voice) Victor. Ive been waiting for you. VICTOR (hands over eyes) Yeah and thanks for the introduction! ORESTES TYPE 2 I am sorry. Did I damage your ocular nerves? VICTOR (rubbing eyes) No, Ill be fine. ORESTES TYPE 2 Good. Then may I introduce myself? VICTOR (unsure) Sure. ORESTES TYPE 2 My name is Rollins. Its good to finally meet you, Victor, although Im afraid the circumstances are not for the best. VICTOR Did Shane program you with these responses? ROLLINS He did. But he also programmed me with the ability to assess and intialize new data to correspond to the situation. VICTOR So you know that the situation....is dire? ROLLINS I do. Orestes, has been offline for over 20 hours. I lost connection 7 minutes ago. If Im speaking to you, then that means that Shane has implemented protocol number 4572.... VICTOR Do you have a connection with the surveillance drones? ROLLINS They are currently inactive. All units....are currently inactive. Should I activate them?

VICTOR (quickly) No, no....not yet. ROLLINS Then may I make a suggestion? VICTOR (gathering breath) Sure.... ROLLINS There are several mini drones in the bag that I was placed in. You could put those into commission, and I could display the images on a projector screen for you. VICTOR Really? ROLLINS Really. (pause) Just reach into the bag, Victor. Victor digs into the bag and pulls out a mini-drone, small enough to fit into the palm of your hand, with one small helicopter blade ontop of it. He examines it in the light provided by Rollins, and then reaches in and pulls out two more. VICTOR How do I use them? ROLLINS All that you need to do is hit the power button, Victor. I can do the rest. VICTOR (looking down at the mini-drone) Thats it? ROLLINS That is it. Victor is intrigued and befuddled all in one, and finds the power button at the bottom of the mini-drone. He pushes it, and it comes to life in his hands. This shocks him a bit, and he lets it hover in front of him. As this is done, Rollins turns to the far wall of the Bunker, and begins projecting the feed from the mini-drone. Victor sees himself in the low blue light, and turns away. VICTOR

Alright...alright...I dont need to see myself, I get it, I get it.... Rollins manuevers the drone away, and Victor grabs the other two. ROLLINS Do you not like your image being displayed? VICTOR I dont like to see myself on camera....its a legitimate anxiety for... human beings.... ROLLINS I see. Victor turns on the other two mini-drones and their video feeds are displayed as well. Victor opens the hatch door, and the 3 immediately zoom out the crack that he opened. Victor is impressed by their speed, and accuracy, and glances back at Rollins hovering in place, and projecting the images the mini-drones were capturing. He closes the hatch door, and walks over to the 3 separate views, flickering against the cold steel train car. They are rising above the tree line, and then spreading out in three different directions. VICTOR Thats good. They shouldnt be seen flying together. ROLLINS It was the best course of action. Target 1 will arrive first, and commence in a basic perimeter scan. Target two will arrive after Target 1 has left the zone, and perform a more evasive scan. If that also succeeds, then the third will also be employed. VICTOR Theyre aware its a suicide mission. ROLLINS I am aware. They are simply machines doing what theyre told. VICTOR And your not? ROLLINS I am. But I am aware.

VICTOR Whats the difference? ROLLINS I understand that I can be destroyed. The drones only know that they are performing a task. VICTOR You know that Shane is in danger. Your creator. ROLLINS I am aware. VICTOR Does that matter to you? ROLLINS As much as it does to you. (pause) I am currently under your command. This response, and the conversation ultimately has if nothing else, caused Victor to engage the very same device he criticized Shane for treating like a person. Victor shrugs this off, when he begins to see their property line, provided by Target 1. VICTOR Thats it...right up there! Can you...can you make that screen...bigger? Without responding, the other two screens disappear, and Target 1s expands in size, and becomes the only one. Victors tiny house and the Garage next to it can be seen, crawling with people holding guns in their hands. They are apparently searching for Victor, to no avail. Moving forward, we can see the vehicle with Shane crawling across the ground. CUT to Shane, prone, but catching the minute buzz of the mini-drone. He only glances at it, but its understood that he is aware of it, as it flies over. Neither Rocky or any of the other men notice it. CUT back to Victor, as Target 1 flies out of view of the property. VICTOR Fuck. ROLLINS

I detect at least a dozen men, including Shane. VICTOR Turn it around...but dont fly over....can it just....just... ROLLINS Hover? Yes. It can. Target 1 stops on a dime, and turns around, then holds its place. We see Shane being manhandled, and tossed into the SUV. Rocky signals to it, and it pulls away. ROLLINS Do you want I should follow the vehicle? VICTOR Yes! We need to know where theyre taking him. Its doubtful they would leave without killing him, if he wasnt needed for something. Possibly as bait...to entice me into coming to them. (pauses, thinks) How long can those things stay up in the air? ROLLINS 3 to 4 hours. VICTOR Good. I want the other two posted just outside the North and South quadrants of the property...just over the treeline. After dusk...Ill make my move. ROLLINS And what would that....move...be? VICTOR (pause) Im going to kill them all....and then were going to get Shane. ROLLINS Its my understanding that Shane is vehemently against using lethal force. VICTOR Is that how he programmed you? ROLLINS Yes.

VICTOR Well its time for you to delete that portion of your computer brain. Youve already said that your under my control......so then you have to adjust yourself to my point of view...(pause) Those men arent holding guns just for protection. Theyre holding them because they want me and Shane dead. ROLLINS And how do you expect to fight against 10 men with guns? VICTOR (pause, looking over at Rollins) I was trained to take on worse. Victor turns back to the now, 3 available screens. One is following high above the SUV, while the other two are doing as Victor said, and watching over the North and South of the Property. ROLLINS (after a long silence) How can I help? Victor turns to the hovering machine, and smirks. CUT to the SUV, coming to a stop in an alleyway. Rocky jumps from the passenger side, and a door opens in front of him. Two men appear, looking like they just stepped out of a pro wrestling ring. Although dressed in suits, the men look as if they are about to burst out of them. Rocky lights a cigarette. ROCKY Is he ready? MAN 1 (broken english) He will be here soon. Were you able to acquire both? ROCKY No. The slippery one must have seen us coming. I made sure to disable their motion detectors...so Im assuming he was still close. MAN 2 (broken english) You do realize that you were followed?

ROCKY Of course. How the fuck do you think were gonna get the other one? Wherever he is....he was behind (points to the mini drone in the sky) ...that thing. Watching. And he isnt stupid enough to try and take back his place. So its only a matter of time before he comes here. MAN 1 Thats good. Very good. (pause) Bring him in. Rocky whistles loudly, and the van door pops open. ROCKY You heard the man. Drag his stupid crippled ass inside... 3 men inside the SUV, kick Shane with a bag over his head out of the van. He hits the ground hard, and everyone laughs. Shane roils on the ground, before be hoisted up by each of his arms and literally drug behind two of the men. The two Big Men enter the building behind Shane, as Rocky looks up to the mini-drone in the sky. Rocky makes a gun with his hand and feaux fires it, then turning the gesture into a middle finger. He turns and shuts the door behind him. CUT INSIDE to an abandoned warehouse. Its very dark, and in the middle we see a body suspended at the wrists, by hanging chains from a mechanism above. The bag over the head indicates that it must be Shane, and the lack of feet as we see more, confirms this. His shirt has been removed and it looks as though hes been whipped, by the bloody lashes on his chest, and abdomen. His head is hanging low, and blood drips from beneath the bag over his head. The mechanical whirring of an industrial elevator can be heard, echoing through the warehouse and this causes Shane to stir. The elevator stops, and we hear a creaky metal door opening. Following that there is another mechanical whirring, that of a motorized wheelchair. It gets closer and closer, with footsteps accompanying it. From behind Shane, we see a silhouette in the moonlight protruding through. Its a man in a wheelchair obviously, with someone standing next to him. This man is LEO KURLYENKO, a very prominent figure in organized crime, who hasnt been seen in years. LEO Take that thing off of him. The person accompanying steps forward and removes Shanes hood. We dont see the face of the man, as he retreats back to the shadows. Shane is looking grim, his eye swollen, lip and mouth bleeding and his breathing slowed. His eyes flutter open, but cant much but a blur.

LEO I have to...very honestly....apologize for the brutal treatment youve incurred. If Id have been here sooner, then I would have stopped them...but alas...I was not. SHANE (spitting blood) Thats....very kind of you. LEO Its not something thats commonly attributed to me...but the truth is....I abhore torture. It serves its purpose....but its so often overrused. Ive always believed it was better just to slit someones throat when they posed a threat, and be done with it. The longer theyre alive, the longer they can be a problem. SHANE (choking) So....why dont you do it then? LEO What? Kill you? Oh no, Shane...I didnt mean to give you that idea. (pauses, laughs) What I meant was...your lucky you didnt get worse. They knew I needed you alive, so Im surprised you dont have another cauterized wound. They seem to be preferential to eyes. So you should feel lucky. SHANE (gurgles laughter) Ill.....keep that in mind. LEO Please do. (wheels into view) Allow me to introduce myself Shane Alexander Clausen. My name is Leo. (pause) Id shake your hand, but...Im a bit of a germophobe... Shane snorts a laugh, and a blood bubble bursts from his nostril. He shifts in his chains, and stares down at Leo. SHANE Leo Kurlyenko? I thought they dumped your charred corpse into the Atlantic like Bin Laden.... LEO And what a wonderful comparison to have with your alleged death? Up there with the mythological demon of

American freedom, who would have ever thought that I meant that much. (pauses, grinning) No, Shane...the truth is...they tried to eliminate me from their plans...but I was able to escape....without the use of my legs....but still. Id become a thorn in their side, because I wasnt willing to kill who they thought I should. It was just business....I understood that...so I decided that I would pull myself back from the day to day operations. Allow others to move forward in my abscence. Only by doing that, did I see the extent of how this world has changed. When I began...begrudgingly might I add....we were still using land line phones, and the internet was just a fucking distraction for people with too much time on their hands. But now..... (smiling widely)...its a whole new world. SHANE (panting) What do you want from me? LEO I want your cooperation, Shane. I want you to work with me. SHANE Fuck that. LEO I would expect that from you, at this point. But would you at least like to hear my proposal? SHANE Fuck your proposal! Just fucking kill me now! LEO Well, that isnt going to happen. Whether you choose to help me or not, I still need you to tie up the loose ends. (pause) That remote indicator in between your thumb and your first finger, will certainly negate any possibility of me getting ahold of Mr Sellzy, so I cant kill you yet Shane. I can however, try and convince you otherwise. (looking back) Drew, would you please step forward. Out of the darkness, steps Drew Erowid, Shanes ex-professor. He looks much the same as he did before, and the visage of him shocks Shane. Drew smiles at Shane, and walks up to him on the chains. DREW

Hello Shane. Its good to see you again. Shane is baffled by the appearance of Drew, and begins breathing hard. LEO Drew was a smart boy. When the American Government selected him for extermination....he knew that there was only one way to subvert that. To find the people that could get around them. Thats when he found my cousin Sergei....who eventually brought him to me. DREW I dont know how you got along so far without them finding you out, Shane. Thats why we need you. SHANE (struck dumb, muttering) What did..... how did you know.... DREW How did I know it was you that got Sergei taken out? Cmon Shane...your smarter than that? You think they didnt have surveillance on the building you took Sergei from? When I seen the way you manipulated the drones.....all four of them...and correlated it with the abduction by Victor Sellzy...I knew there was nobody else that could be commanding all of that tech. LEO Your reputation proceeds you, Shane. Weve been watching you for awhile. Your evasion techniques have been nothing less than....incredible. DREW Not impossible. Just improbable. (pause) How do you feel about losing Orestes? SHANE (confused, snorting) What the fuck do you mean? DREW You must have gotten pretty attached to her. Enough that you would allow her to monitor your business dealings. To pilot the drones when you couldnt. To tell you when you should wake up....tell you when the last time you took a piss...to watch you when you jerking off until you told her

to stop..... SHANE How do you feel about it? (pause) I have a feeling....you needed her..... DREW Oh do you? SHANE Yeah.....I think....you gave her something that you werent ever able to duplicate. DREW Oh yeah? Is that what you think? SHANE And thats why you need me alive. Because you wanna know how I programmed the Orestes model to adapt... DREW (stepping forward, grabbing Shane by the chin) You may think your bein real cute, but realize I was the one using you, you fucking punk! LEO Now, now...lets not get personal here, gentlmen. This is strictly business. Drew is gripping Shanes mouth like a talon, and Shane is staring a hole through him. LEO So....let him go, Drew. Im sure we can find a way for everyone to mutualy benefit. Drew grins, and pushes Shane away from him. Shane swings limply, as Drew steps back to the side of Leo. SHANE Im not doing a fucking thing for you! Orestes secret will have to die with me! LEO You mean, theres absolutely nothing I can do. Nobody I can use against you?

Shane doesnt say anything, and Leo laughs. LEO Your hesitation speaks volume, Shane. If your going to talk tough, you better be able to back it up. Leo nods over at Drew, and Drew pulls out a tablet device. He dilly dallys on it, and then he turns the device over. It flashes an image 10 feet tall on a wall next to them. Displayed on it, is Melissa, sitting in a chair with her hands tied behind her back, gag in her mouth. Her eyes show sheer terror, and there is someone sitting directly behind her a few feet away. Its the Guy who offered to help her when her bags split. Shane is struck silent by the vision, Leo can digest that much. LEO Now that Ive got your full and undivided attention.... (glancing at the image of Melissa)...if you can manage not thinking about that beautiful girl being projected on the wall over there, before you deny my proposal again. (pause) Youve got one chance to save that girls life...or Ill toss her back with those inbred, shockheads that you so valiantly rescued her from...and allow them to administer whatever kind of twisted punishment they see fit for leaving their ranks. And that wasnt exactly her choice now either, was it? Shane doesnt respond to the baiting, and simply stares at Leo as if that look could kill. LEO No reply? No rebuttal? (pause) You know, meddling in the affairs of those more powerful than you only works if you dont care about who you use to get there. Drew and I dont have any personal affection for each other....we dont call each other friends....we dont phone each other on Christmas night, fresh off a few cocktails and talk about the family. No, we have an understanding. He understands that I gave him a roof over his head, and tech at his disposal when the knowledge he had became too valuable for the powers that were above him. And you put yourself on MY radar, Shane....remember that. So take Drew as an example of what could happen here. SHANE And what about Victor?

LEO Hell die. He dies either way. Ill make sure its quick. But Melissa will live. She wont have your protective shell around her anymore....but she can survive this. SHANE And thats why you would trust me....not to sabotage whatever you...tasked me with. LEO Pretty much. Yeah. Do you need it spelled out any clearer? Your a smart boy, Im sure you can understand the implications. So, with that...Ill leave you....well talk after the gunfire and all that....see where your heads at then. Drew closes the feed on the tablet device, and puts it back in his pocket. Leo turns around and wheels away, with Drew walking next to him. Shane is left with the last words of Leo reverberating over and over in his head, hanging in the warehouse. CUT to VIC/SHANEs PROPERTY. NIGHT. From above we can see the 10 men in various positions around the Garage, the house, and Victors side Garage. JUMP CUTS: Three men on the main Garage, two creeping through the woods, two at the front of Victors house and Garage, one around the back of Victors house and Garage, and two standing around their vehicles. They all seem to be enjoying the leisure time, laughing and joking and some taking cocaine bumps, or swigging from flasks. CUT to the woods. One of the men is walking, his gun lazily at his side, his phone lighting up the area as he texts on it. He stops, and behind him we see a shadow. It tosses something, and then a stick lands in front of the man. This causes him to stir and fumble to put his phone away and grab his weapon. In this brief period of time, the shadow descends on the man and quickly snaps his neck. The phone falls from his hand, and before he can do the same, he is dragged into the brush behind a tree. The shadow steps over the phone, and its revealed to obviously be Victor. He takes the phone, rifles through it, and hits a button. The phone begins playing a song that echoes through the forest. CUT to the other man in the woods. He has his gun ready, and looks almost too eager to get into a confrontation. He hears the ruccus and rushes over to the sound. He sees the phone, lighting up the area around it and dashes over to it. As he gets within range of the phone, he is suddenly taken off his feet by Victor, swinging down from a limb above the phone, and connecting both feet to the mans chest. The fall hurts both of them, as Victor lands awkwardly, and the man loses his weapon and the breath in his lungs.

Victor quickly scrambles over as the man tries to shout, but has nothing in his lungs. Victor digs his knee into the mans throat, and holds his nose closed. Victors does his best to keep the man from scrambling away, but he is soon disposed of as Victor digs his knee in harder crushing the esophagus. When the man has surely died, Victor tosses his gun into the bushes, and pulls him to the opposite side of the previous victim. He rolls his shoulder around, obviously feeling the fall from the tree, but moving forward with determination. He glances toward the Garage a bit in the distance, and begins walking toward it. CUT to the front of the Garage. The three men are all talking as their weapons hang to the side. They do not look as vigilant as when Rocky was there earlier. One guy goes to light a cigarette, and when he looks back up, one of the minidrones does a suicide dive directly into his face. It strikes his eyes first and its blades dig into the meat of the mans face, and theres a small incindiary flame that leaks chemicals onto the man. As this is happening and the others realize it, the other mini-drone kamikazes into one of the mans guns. The small flame causes the gun to backfire. The third man next to him jumps to the side, and begins shouting to the others as the man next to him is blasted back into the garage door, his chest blown open. As the man falls against the door, it begins to rise as he flails against it. The first man next to him is writing on the ground as well, as the door raises enevloping their area slowly in artificial light from the Command Center. People are now mobilizing toward the middle ground in front of the house and Garage. The men from the SUVs raise their guns to the opening door, as we see all of the available drones hovering in place, waiting to be released. They are and all fly from the Garage in different directions, serpentining and spining in the air as they create a blanket of chaos amungst the men. Shouting orders, and firing randomly at the dozen or so drones now doing ridiculous manuevers to confuse them. Victor steps from the side of the garage, and sees the man with the first mini-drone strike. He takes his gun, and fires a round into his head, as he looks up to quickly assess the situation. The men are all in hysterics, shooting randomly, some being taken down by the drones, some drones also being blasted out of the sky as well. Without an emotion to be seen, he shoulders his weapon, and begins taking out targets. When one goes down, he moves quickly to another spot, watching the work of the drones carefully. They dont see him until its too late, and each time Victor is able to work through the men like it was a simple math problem. In under two minutes, all of the men lay dead either by their own friendly fire, or by either Victor or a Drone. Victor eventually stands in the middle of the chaos, dead bodies, and broken mechanical devices strewn all around him... the quiet rural appeal of their outpost now totally soiled and decimated. The drones that are still functional, all seem to rally around him, and hover in a circle above. He walks toward the Garage, stepping over rubble and dead bodies.

When he gets to the one man still alive, writhing with the chest wound, the man goes for his gun. Victor doesnt think twice to hit him three times with his AR15. He then tosses the gun aside, and walks into Garage, as the drones all begin to form a perimeter around the entrance. Walking through the Garage, now completely empty, all units deployed he takes the sight in. He looks to both sides, and then stiffens his gaze forward as we see the computers in the Command Center coming to life. We see all of the various drones showing up on the screens as Victor walks into the kitchen area, and then over to the Command Chair. He sits down in it and glances at all of the screens. VICTOR Can you hear me? There is no response, and Victors brow furrows. He sits forward. VICTOR Rollins? Can you hear me? In his ear comes a high pitched squeel, and Victor removes the listening device. As he does this, we see the screens all change to the contiguous screens. They all switch to an image of Leo, and Victor quickly turns his head to see the change. He sits back in his seat, staring at the oversized face of Leo. LEO Evening, Victor. Who is Rollins? Your boyfriend? (laughs) Im sorry that was childish...Rollins must be another ORESTES unit. I mean...something MUST have taken control of those drones that allowed you to get a jump on my men. Your not technically proficient enough to clear the voicemail on your phone... VICTOR Leo. (pause, trying not to show intimidation) Your looking good for a man who supposedly burned alive, and is supposed to be residing in the stomach of some great white in the Adriatic. LEO You better than anyone should know not to trust the media...especially when it comes to people they want to get gone. (pause) Its good to see you again, old friend....how longs it been?

VICTOR You tell me. Time....flies these days. LEO The last time I saw you, was the night before Detective...errr...former Detective Guillard was killed. I believe the topic of conversation was how you were going to need my assisstance....for something or other...what was it again? VICTOR Fuck off. LEO No, no it wasnt fucking off...you seemed pretty serious about it. (as if just recalling) Oh, I remember what it was. You were afraid that your CI was going to flip on you, and tell the feds about your little side job knocking off high profile targets for some very nasty people. And you wanted him dead. Did you ever tell your business partner that part? After he saved your pathetic life? Does Shane know the nature of our history? Of what you used to do for me? VICTOR Are you recording this or something? Trying to incriminate me? LEO (shaking his head) Were far beyond that, my friend. VICTOR Dont call me your fucking friend... LEO Im not? (pause) Thats too bad. Because I was just about to make a friendly gesture.... VICTOR (eyes narrowed, insistent) Im coming to kill you.... Victor goes to stand when Leo calls out to him. LEO Ah, ah, ah Victor not so fast. VICTOR

(standing, staring at screen) You wanna make your concessions now, or... The picture of Leo on the many screens, changes to Melissa, in her apartment bound and gagged in the chair. Victor freezes, and the screen immediately changes back to Leo. VICTOR GO BACK! LEO Surely. I just wanted you to see me watching your expression.... Melissa comes back on the screens, and Victor is a puddle of emotion. His lip quivers and he reaches out and touches the screen. Melissas head is down and dangling, and the Creep still sits behind her, gazing into the camera. Leo comes back on and is watching Victor, crumpling back into the chair. LEO Thats what I thought. Now that you know the stakes Victor, I hope your gonna play along. This doesnt have to be any harder than youve already made it. VICTOR (lip trembling) What.....what are you going to with her? LEO (pause) Im going to give her back to the Schock brothers. You did notice the gentleman sitting behind her correct? Victor doesnt respond. LEO CORRECT?! VICTOR YES! I fucking saw him! LEO (composing) Good. (pause) Now, they seem to really hold on high esteem for some reason....must give good blow jobs or something....but theyre under the my express permission to trade her, for whatever I deem necessary. I already have Shane, so you can come guns ablazing and hope that I havent killed him yet...or you can grab whatever device you just used to KILL 10 OF

MY FUCKING MEN AND BRING IT TO ME! YOU ARE FUCKING DEAD MAN EITHER WAY! BUT IF YOU WANT TO SAVE WHAT LITTLE YOU STILL CAN, YOU WOULD BE SMART TO HEED TO MY DEMANDS! Victor stares at the fuming face of Leo, who has finally lost his cool. His hands grip his chair, and is leaning forward, veins pulsing in his neck. VICTOR How can you gaurantee her safety? LEO Im a man of my word, Victor.... VICTOR No your not... LEO No, Im not. So the only gaurantee Ill make you is that in two hours, Im turning her over. Now, you can try again what you just did....and attempt to rescue her yourself, but know that until I have physical control of whatever device you have...I can just have beautiful young Melissas neck twisted around. (pause) I have no ill will for the girl....Ill let her go if you do what I say. It was the two of you that brought her into this to begin with. VICTOR And what about Shane? LEO Shane....is mine. Hell live....in a limited capacity certainly....but hes in service to me now. VICTOR You need him. LEO Yes. And I dont need you. I need what you have. Bring it to me, and the only person that will have to pay for indiscretion is you, Victor. I know your not afraid to die. Victor looks away, jaw clenched. He turns back.

VICTOR Two hours? LEO At the Warehouse Im sure your already acquainted with. And dont think any of those....drones are gonna be of any use to you. When I found out you were accessing them, I took them back under my control. That was a cute stunt....and you wont be doing anything like that again. Correct? (Victor stares at the screen) CORRECT?! VICTOR Correct. Victor turns from the screen, disheveled but determined. As he faces the open garage, the Drones are all hovering into the area. He gets to the garage floor, and as he walks through the drones all surround him, floating in place-as if watching him. He glances at each of them. LEO (OOV) I hope for the people that you care about, your smart enough to know youve been defeated Victor. Victor scowls, and exits the Garage. The drones synchronously follow him out, as he begins walking toward the bunker. Like a swarm above his head, Victor occasionaly glances up at them, his face twisted in anger. VICTOR/ROLLINS SEQUENCE NEEDED FOR INPUT CUT to the Warehouse, where Shane is seen still hanging. Hes breathing hard, and sweating. We see him make an attempt to contort his body in a strange way, almost as if he was trying to manipulate his momentum and somehow catch himself in a stranglehold. The strength has been zapped from his body. When he doesnt succeed he hangs his head down. As he does this, the chains go slack, and his body drops to the floor. The unsuspectedness causes him to hit hard, with the weight of the chains clambering down ontop of him. Footsteps can be heard approaching from the mechanical door. Shane lies, roiling, as Drew casually walks toward him. DREW What were you trying to do there? Some type of....McGuyver suicide? Really, now? (pause) I know your a resourceful kid, but thats just functionaly retarded.

Shane raises his head, blood trickling from his nose. DREW It really isnt necessary, Shane. All of this...hostility....this preconcieved notion you have about good and evil. That there is even a side for either anymore. Cmon, bro....your championing this new day...you shouldnt be trying to throw away your real opportunity for greatness before it begins. SHANE (weakly, pulling chains off wrists) That how you justify it to yourself? Mask it with nietschze logic, and pseudo psychological banter? DREW (stopping, now only feet from Shane, laughs) God, you have no idea how infatile and stupid you sound. Not even I was that ridiculously idealistic when I was your age. And I was fucking callow...trust me. Thought I was the smartest person to ever solder a microchip. That there was nobody in the world that could even TOUCH what I was working on. SHANE And then you met me. DREW There ya go. You just proved my point. Young, dumb, and full of answers. SHANE I did what you couldnt. DREW Yeah, at my behest. Do you think you would have ever stumbled across that tech without me? Fuck no! (pause) And who do you think taught me to develop THAT tech? Smarter people than me, that towed the line. When the government said, no more of that...and passed it on to their black projects...they sat idly by and moved onto something else. You and I arent geniuses, Shane. Understand that much. Were just the ones who were willing to step outside the box, and play around with stuff thats reserved for...who the fuck knows? The secret space program....or the fucking Office of Inter-Dimensional Affairs.

SHANE So.....are you just here to berate and demean me? DREW Of course not. Im here to persuade you to work smart here Shane. (turns, whistles) Bring him his chair. Out of the darkness, comes Rocky pushing Shanes wheelchair. DREW Look, I know you have a certain....perspective....on Leo and the Russians. I must say....I had something of the same. (turns to Rocky) How about you, Rock? ROCKY (square jawed, pushing wheelchair until it collides with Shane) Definitely never saw myself working for an organization like this. But ya know....(staring down at Shane)...circumstances sometimes dictate such actions. DREW Well said. (pause) Im sure you never seen yourself working for a character like Victor Selzy? Shane doesnt respond, and shakily pulls himself into his wheelchair. DREW You wanna talk about a sketchy past. All the stuff he did for the CIA overseas. He ever speak to you about that? SHANE I never asked. DREW Thats because you never thought to. (pause) Hes not the man you think he is, Shane. Everything you know about him, is what hes fabricated for you to believe. SHANE So what. DREW So what! SO WHAT! (pause) You wanna draw moral lines in the sand....except for...who? The guy that you saved from a long prison term....or the guy that hired Leo Kurlyenko to dispose of his most important CI? (pause) The guy

that...saved....his niece...or the guy that used to do odd jobs for important people....eliminating mothers...fathers...sons...and daughters? SHANE Your full of shit... DREW HA! IM FULL OF SHIT! What? Do you have some kind of man crush on him or something? Or are you just devastated that you never seen it for yourself? I understand...either way... Shane grits his teeth and looks as if hes going to wheel toward them, and attempt some kind of flailing last stand. DREW Dont embrass yourself, Shane. Its unbecoming. SHANE FUCK YOU! ILL NEVER HELP YOU, DREW YOU UNDERSTAND ME! DREW (laughs again) Restrain him. Rocky steps forward willingly, and as he gets to Shane, a wad of spit hits him in the face. Rocky glowers, and pulls his pistol from his side holster. He pistol whips Shane, knocking him stupid again. He then begins binding his arms to chair. DREW Dont forget whats on the line, here cowboy. If you wanna be ignorant, and endanger that poor, frightened girl...then be my guest. But you need to come to terms with something, my friend. You are now somebodies property. And if you wanna do the right thing...that your so engendered with...then you ought to realize what that means. Shanes head hangs limp, and he is leaning to one side. His eyes rolling, he looks toward Drew. SHANE Can.....can I see her? Drew and Rocky look back and forth at each other.

DREW I think that can be arranged. Will that make you feel a little better about the situation? Shane only nods, blood pouring from his swelling jaw. DREW Alright, then. We were about ready to board anyway. Drew signals to Rocky, and begins to walk away. Rocky goes behind Shane, and begins to push him. As they are moving, Rocky leans down into Shanes ear. ROCKY (whispering) You aint leavin here alive you pathetic cripple. Shane ignores the comment, his head lolling on the uneven floorboards underneath. CUT OUTSIDE: FRONT OF WAREHOUSE: Outside of the warehouse are an armada of vehicles. There are the sleek black SUVs, and then a collection of beat up Fords and Chevys. There is a collection of Leos men, standing with guns in their hands, chatting with the Schock brothers, who are all drinking beer and brandishing shotguns and pistols randomly adorned about their body. They look like hunters about to go on a monthly outing, having a casual mixer with the mafia. Doors open and out comes Drew, and Rocky pushing Shane. Shane is attempting to lift his head and regain his composure as he is brought out into the night light. The mafia guys all form up at the sight of Rocky and Drew, as the Schock brothers all glare at Shane as he brought toward them. They make a path as we see that Shane is being wheeled toward a massive boat that is docked in front of the warehouse. There is a gangplank that connects it to the dock we now realize the warehouse is residing at. Shane is able to get a decent look at the people outside, and then hears something above his head. He glances up and sees the sky aboved filled with blinking red and green lights, Drones doing surveillance on the area. Guns can be seen affixed on them, models that he had yet to make or ever sought to. Shane is brought past the brooding Schock brothers, and led up the plank. He enters the boats interior and we see more guards, standing vigilantly holding AK 47s. Hes led down a hallway and a door is opened. Rocky leads him toward it, and he is shoved inside. DREW Be nice, Rocky. Were trying to put on a good impression.

Rocky doesnt acknowledge him and huffs, smirking as Shane hits the wall and nearly topples over. DREW (to Shane) You get 5 minutes. Make it worth your effort. Its the last time youll ever see her in person. Drew nods to Rocky, who slams the door. INSIDE: Melissa, curled up in a corner slowly turns, tears streaming down her face to see Shane bloody and shirtless. Hes teetering in his chair, and Melissa quickly runs over to his aide, finally recognizing who he is. MELISSA (stabilizing him) SHANE!? Ohmygod! Is that you? Shane deliriously grins up at her, teeth stained with blood. SHANE (choking out) Yeah....I meant to tell you....(glancing down at his missing limbs) MELISSA (panicked) Are you....okay? Fucking christ, what did they do to you? SHANE (wincing) Ill ....Ill be fine. How are you? MELISSA (terrified) I dont know, Shane! Im really scared! Are they gonna....do they...I....I....(begins crying)....are these guys terrorists or something? SHANE Something like that. But...dont worry....youll be fine. Its not you they want. MELISSA Then what is it! What do they want? Uncle Victor? SHANE Yes. And me. (pause, ashamed) Im sorry....but they used you to ...to get to us...and I cant apologize enough. MELISSA

But....you were just trying to help me. (pause) I mean....wheres the fucking government to save you guys? Do they even know whats going on? Shane hangs his head in shame. He glances over at a table in the room, and sees a bottle of water. SHANE (nodding at the water) Could you....bring that to me? Melissa quickly does as he asks, and grabs the bottle. She puts it to his lips, and pours some in his mouth. He nods, and then swishes it aroudn, spitting the excess on the floor. She stands close awaiting his request. He doesnt ask again. SHANE (looking away) We lied to you, Melissa. We have no....affiliation with the government. Never have. MELISSA (devastated) Why...would you do that? SHANE Because we wanted to protect you. Keep you from knowing more than you should. MELISSA Well....what the fuck were you really doing then? SHANE Freelance Investigation. And....other things. MELISSA (stepping back) What? Were you guys fucking criminals or something? SHANE Kind of. Technically.....yes. MELISSA Like the Schocks? SHANE (vehemently) No! (pause) Absolutely not. Theyre the reason we started our business.... MELISSA

Business? SHANE Yes. Me and Victor were business partners. He was the man on the street, and I was the....Eye in the Sky.... MELISSA The drones. SHANE Yeah. That was my end. (pause) It was mostly across the board surveillance stuff. Exes trying to get dirt on their wives or husbands. Companies trying to find out what drivers were skimming them on their loads. We had a reputation, for being good at finding things nobody else could. MELISSA You said mostly. Shane goes to speak, and goes hoarse. Melissa trepidaciously treads lightly over to him, and gives him a drink. He sees her hand shaking, and closes his eyes in shame. He swallows, and nearly gags. SHANE Occasionaly we arranged situations that circumvented the law. Using the drones, we were able to....manipulate things...to our advantage. And to those we were working for. MELISSA (almost afraid to ask) Did you....kill people? SHANE No. (pause) But we did arrange it. For a man that killed 3 innocent people....a mother and her child.... And thats why were here now. Thats why your here now. and I just want to say.....that...(tearing up) ....Im so sorry....I....I...never imagined that this could happen...I only wanted to ...to help you... Melissa sees Shane in tears and comes to his side. MELISSA (sincerely, hand ontop of his) You did. You really did. (beginning to cry herself) I never believed there were

people like you until I met you, Shane! I dont care what you did...you were my hero.... Melissa puts her arms around Shane, and then kisses him on the lips. Shane is struck dumb by the act, and can barely reciprocate the embrace. She pulls away, and looks directly into his eyes. MELISSA You were my hero. Shanes eyes become alight at the words, and the door behind him burst open. Rocky and Drew are standing there, and Rocky rushes into the room. ROCKY Back off bitch. Melissa looks up to Rocky, and dives at him, clawing toward his eyes. She hits him good enough, to cause him to recoil and once again draw his pistol. DREW DONT FUCKING DO IT! Rocky, grasping Melissa by the arm chooses to pistol whip her like he did Shane. ROCKY Dumb cunt. DREW You fucking imbecile! I said she wasnt to be harmed! Drew storms into the room and mandhandles Rocky out of his way, laughing at what he just did, and Shane who has turned himself around to violently resist the restraints. Hes seething and growling trying to break free from the bands on his arm, as Rocky walks away laughing. Drew leans over Melissa, who pushes him away. DREW So be it. (turning to Shane) Times up, Shane. (pause) Did you say all that you needed to? SHANE (furious, trying to maintain) Yeah. DREW

Good. (walking over to Shane, speaking to Melisssa) Dont worry dear, hell....sorry...well still be watching you from afar. (menacing) Wherever you go. Drew pushes Shane out of the room, while Melissa watches horrified, bleeding from the mouth, bruised on her jaw. After Drew exits, several of Leos men enter and pull her up to her feet. They put zip-tie her hands behind her back, and lead her out of the room. CUT to Victor, roaring down the interstate, on his motorcycle. The backpack he placed Rollins inside of is on his back, and he doesnt appear to be carrying any weapons. Hes weaving in and out of traffic, passing by slow moving vehicles, with no helmet. His expression is granite, as he processes the flash sequences in between cars without thought. CUT to the Dock that Victor will be soon coming upon. Melissa is being lead down it by the group of men that took her earlier. The Mafia Men on the Dock begin taking form, next to their vehicles, as the Schocks all glare at Melissa as she is being led down. They make obscene comments and all work off each other to get themselves riled up. CUT to Victor approaching the dock, and turning down into it. He sees the legion of people milling around the warehouse, and the conglomeration of force. He stops the bike, and stares at the group. He can faintly make out Melissa, being touted in the middle of the menagerie. When he sees her, he continues forward. As he moves forward, he sees Drew walking down the gangplank. CUT to Shane, inside of the boat. He appears to be in the tech center, where we see a room full of screens and computer equipment. He is in a corner, watching the various drone specialist behind the several armed surveillance drones, giving commmands and controlling singular units. He watches their functioning, and laughs to himself. On the screens he sees Melissa held by the Mafia, Victor approaching, and the various other views that the many drones are performing. He studies. CUT to Victor entering the Ring of Fire. As he enter the secured area, the men file in and surround him. He stops 20 feet from Melissa, watching him with a stern afront. Drew enters the fray as Victor removes himself from the motorcycle. He comes to the forefront as Victor walks toward the center of the mass of men, looking to fire on him at any possible misguided motion. CUT to Shane, inside the boat, as Leo wheels himself into the tech room. He smiles at Shane, and nods. Shane scowls. Leo looks around at the screens, seeing that Victor has arrived.

LEO (regarding Shanes appearance) Could somebody get him a fucking T-Shirt? Hes bleeding all over my floor. RANDOM PERSON Yes sir. LEO Thank you. (watches screens) Sorry about that Shane...I would have thought somebody would have clothed you by now. (pause) How do you like the ship? I know you havent seen much of it yet...but its rather impressive. The billiard room especially. Shane doesnt respond, but merely stares at the screens. LEO Oh, Im sorry...was I interrupting your viewing experience? I apologize. SHANE Suck a dick. LEO I prefer to have mine sucked, but thats neither her nor there. (pause, turns) If your worried about her safety Shane....I assure you...she wont be harmed by my hands....as long as Victor does as he is told. CUT to Victor, and Drew coming face to face. Drew smirks wide, and offers his hand out to shake. Victor glares. DREW Evening Mr Selzy. My names Drew. VICTOR I know who the fuck you are. DREW Well then we can skip the formalities, right? Get right down to brass taxes. Victor looks over Drews shoulder, and sees Melissa terrified and being sniffed by the Schock brothers mob. Shes shaking, and tears are streaming down her face.

DREW (noticing his gaze) Dont worry about them. Theyre under strict orders to not lay a finger on her....until we get what were looking for. Im assuming, thats it in the backpack? VICTOR It is. Victor pulls the backpack off his shoulders, and hands it over to Drew. Drew giddily zips it open, and his eyes go wide with joy as he sees what is inside. \ VICTOR Now give her to me. DREW (pulling device out, marveling) As long as you still remember the deal. VICTOR You can do whatever you want to me, as long as I see her ride out of here on that motorcycle. Drew is fascinated by the Rollins device, and carressing every nook and cranny. DREW Yeah, yeah...sure. (turning to walk away) Let her go. Shes of no use anymore... SCHOCK 1 (stopping Drew) Yo....we still gonna get paid right? Cuz I aint givin this bitch up until I see some fucking cash. DREW (pushing hand off of him) Youll get your payment. Drew nods to one of his men, and they produce a brief case. It is brought over to the Schocks, who quickly take hold and open it. When they are satisfied with the contents, they cut Melissa loose. She runs to Victor. Drew continues toward the gangplank, toying with Rollins like a child on Christmas day. Victor and Melissa embrace, as the Schocks and Leos men all look on. VICTOR

(nearly whispering) Im so sorry, Mel...Im sorry Ive been lying to you... MELISSA (crying) I dont care Uncle Vic! Lets just get the fuck out of here! VICTOR I...I cant come with you, sweetheart. MELISSA What! What do you mean? VICTOR Theres no time to explain...just get on the bike...and go....go now. MELISSA (frantic) No! No I cant leave you! You have to come with... VICTOR (leading her away) Thats not gonna be possible. I still have business with these guys...YOU ...HAVE to GO! MELISSA (quivering) Uncle Vic... Victor leads Melissa to the bike, and basically guides her onto it. VICTOR You remember what I taught you, right? About the clutch, and the throttle and all that.... MELISSA (on the bike, confused) But....why cant they just let you and Shane go with me... VICTOR (leaning in) I will come find you. But you have to leave now, Melissa. Please. MELISSA (crying) O....okay... VICTOR

I love you, kiddo. Melissa wants to speak, but cant. She wraps her arms around Victor, and then he starts the bike for her. VICTOR Go. Melissa takes one last look at him, and then shakily begins forward on the motorcylce. She rides away, Victor watching, trying not to tear up. When she has gotten a safe distance, he turns back to the group of 20 men licking their chops to unleash hell on him. Rocky steps forward, grinning wide. He is holding the shotgun we seen him with earlier, his eyes locked on Victor. ROCKY You have no idea how much Im gonna enjoy this. Victor walks into the middle of the group, and as he does, Rocky turns and fires upon the first Schock he can. The shotgun blasts the man back into the vehicles hes closest to, and then its a firing range on the rest of them. Leos men unload on the 10 or so Schocks, leveling them before they can get a chance to fire back. CUT to the Boat, and the control room. Leo is watching the carnage and laughing. LEO Stupid fucking rednecks. Good riddance. (glancing back to Shane) Your welcome by the way. Shane is using the shirt that had been provided to him, to clean himself off. Hes watching a drone screen, that is following Melissa on the motorcycle. SHANE (sarcasticaly) Thanks a million. LEO Finally, some recognition for my good deeds. Drew enters the room, holding the Rollins unit. He is ecstatic, and the other controllers all become enamored by the entrance of the device.

LEO Andrew! My god, your practicaly glowing. Im assuming this is exactly what you were looking for. DREW Better. (to Shane) This is fantastic Shane....you really outdid yourself. LEO Well, turn it on then. Lets see this thing in action. DREW Its....not that easy. Ill need to configure it first before we go testing it out. LEO Nonsense. We just went to all this trouble...I want to see why. DREW But...its...I wouldnt want to... LEO Your stammering now, Andrew? After youve gotten what youve finally sought? Your at a loss for words. I understand. But I need to know that this was worth the effort. DREW (unsure) That might not be wise...it could totally override our... LEO You were able to control it so far...what makes you think you cant now? Come now, Drew....lets see if this damn thing even works. Drew holds Rollins warily, glancing at Leo, then Shane. CUT to Victor being shoved along, into the warehouse. When he doesnt move fast enough, his knee is taken out, and then Rocky takes the butt of the shotgun to his chin. ROCKY Hows that feel tough guy? Hows it feel knowing your

about to get whats been coming to you! Victor stumbles to his feet, and is shoved along as Rocky goads him, walking ahead toward a Warehouse with ancient, monolithic machines randomly placed throughout. ROCKY You know I really wanted to put Shane through what Im gonna do to you. But Leo and Drew are really softies at heart. Theyre all about the business end...they dont get to have the real fun. As long as I get plenty of time with one of you...then all would be worth it. Do you know what I had to do to get here? Probably mediocre in comparison to do what youve done, but it definitely wasnt easy. VICTOR Did you talk your way there, or you gonna do something already? Rocky turns, well into the facility now. ROCKY Fucking hit him. Alot. After saying this, a torrent of gun butts strike Victor, and he is beaten down to the ground by the assault. Even if he wanted to mount an offense, he would be immediately shot and killed so he has no choice but to take it. Through a series of windows, the Ship can be seen docked. CUT to Onboard. Leo is watching Drew carefuly, as he is manipulating Rollins in his hands clumsily. He is attempting to turn it on, but cant seem to find the right button. LEO For Christs Sake man, I thought you knew what you were doing.... DREW Its just...it used to be.....over here.. LEO (turning to Shane) Could you be of some assistance here, or are we just going to forego our arrangement? I could have that drone fire on your young friend right now and then I can just dispose of you as well.

SHANE The button on top, nimrod. Drew shoots Shane an angry glare, but then inspects the top of the device. He sees the button and presses it. Rollins comes to life in front of them, and hovers out of Drews hands. Its blue light, pulses and scans everybodies eyes in the room. It hovers in place for a moment, before turning to Shane and floating over to him. ROLLINS Its good to see you again Shane. Are you okay? SHANE Yes, Rollins. Ive just had a long day... ROLLINS Im registering several contusions and cuts that could be damaging if not.... SHANE (waving away) Disregard that. Please. There are more pressing issues at hand. (pause) Im sure your aware of the other people in the room? Rollins recites each persons name, on command. Leo, Drew, and the other conrol room operators are watching in awe at what they are seeing. SHANE Yes. Well, they would like to see what your capabilites are. ROLLINS What would they like to see demonstrated? SHANE Its very simple. Id just like you to administer protocol 337740627. Rollins does some kind of manuevering, and lights flash. ROLLINS Protocol enabled. What is the password? Shane glances at the faces of all of the men in the room, dedicated to every moment that they are witnessing.

Shane takes a second to reply, watching them all, a shit-eating grin growing across his face. SHANE The password is....Gilgamesh. ROLLINS Understood. It was a pleasure to be created by you Shane Clausen. Before anybody in the room can understand what has just occured, Rollins initiates its self destruct system, and promptly blows anybody in the vacinity away. Including Shane. He dies with a smile on his face. CUT to Melissa, from the front. We see the plume of the explosion, burst from the Ship behind her. The bike wobbles underneath her, as she screams, but doesnt fall over. She glances back to see the fireball being sucked back into the hold by oxygen, and the Drone that was following her, drop out of the sky and come crashing down to ground. Her expression is terror, but she continues to ride, tears streaming down her face. CUT to the Warehouse, where the explosion is seen through the window. The Men are still beating the shit out of Victor, but are all caught off guard by the fireball. All of the glass shatters and bits and pieces of the ship crash through. Most are knocked off their feet, or duck and cover to avoid the hunks of glass being flung their way. Victor is bloody, and beaten, but still see this as his opportunity to strike. Rocky, down on the ground, stares agape at the explosion and fire. He is stunned at first, but then catches Victor out of the corner of his eye. ROCKY Dont let him....! As Rocky shouts this, Victor leg sweeps the closest person to him, and then rushes forward, spearing the next closest person. He knocks them backward hard into a giant machine, and then as the others are going for their guns, spins around the corner with the man still in his grasp. They open up on

him, as Victors shield, as he takes the gun from the now bullet riddled body. ROCKY FUCK! NO! NO! Rocky opens fire with his shotgun, as Victor, using his shield takes down two people. Victor drops the body and escapes behind the piece of machinery, as Rocky and his men continue firing. ROCKY (directing, shouting) GET AROUND BOTH SIDES OF THAT FUCKING THING! HES NOT LEAVING HERE ALIVE! The other men begin to reload. CUT to Victor. Hes furiously removing his boots. He takes both, and flings them quickly to each side.The men all moving while reloading, freak out and the ones that are loaded begin firing. There is collateral damage, and one takes a shot to the neck, and another is hit in the leg. ROCKY WHAT THE FUCK! ARE YOU GUYS RETARDED!? Victor senses the confusion and grabs his weapon. He rushes around the side, and begins firing. He takes down two, as he pinballs off the walls , and then rushes into the fold. Using the gun like a weapon, he begins taking apart the men all huddle around the piece of machinery. The two surrounding Rocky, fire without discretion, and several are hit on their own side, as well as Victor in the leg and back. Victor is staggered by the two bullets, but his adrenaline is pumping so hard that he doesnt think to stop. After quickly dissasemblying the the few closest, he uses another shield, and takes out the two near Rocky. Rocky, seeing his friends drop and realizing hes out of bullets is now the last man standing with Victor. VICTOR Only a fucking idiot uses a shotgun. (pause) Who tought you how to kill? Rocky, hyperventilating drops the shotgun and begins to run. Victor, bleeding and wounded, watches him as he runs down the length of the expansive Warehouse. He waits until Rocky may think hes gotten away and lifts the gun. He fires one shot and takes down Rocky. The blood spray from the top of his head, suggests a kill shot.

Victor looks back at the several people left moaning in pain. He goes to them, and executes them. He then drops the weapon, and goes to both sides of the machines and grabs his boots. He steps around the blood as best he can, limping now, carrying his boots in his two hands. CUT to Victor, outside the Warehouse, watching the fire that is billowing out of the Ship. Hes wincing as he sits down, putting the boots out in front of him. He checks the wound in his leg. It hasnt gone through. He is starting to weaze a bit in his breathing, and he tries to reach around to his back. He is able to at least surmise that the bullet had gone through. Content with that, he strains as he puts on his boots. He doesnt even tie them and pulls himself to his feet. His limp becomes more pronounced as he heads for the vehicles all stranded. The Schock corpses still lay where they fell, and the wail of police sirens can be heard approaching. Victor checks the bodies for keys. He finds some, and gets into one of the vehicles. He starts it, backs up, and drives off. CUT to a Drone View. We hear police reports underneath it. We see it approaching the Ship, and the fire still burning. The police reports begin to describe what the drone is seeing, and as its gets closer it sees the corpses laying. The banter begins speaking loudly about bodies, and the abandoned vehicles. Suggest it looks like a warzone. THE END?