Spooner takes the citation. Drops it into a drawer filled
with about fifty others.
The traffic division filed an
official complaint this morning.
The traffic division is a machine.
Look, I know there.s going to be an
adjustment period, Del...
I.ll send them a letter of apology.
Maybe some flowers. A box of
JUST THEN Spooner.s phone RINGS. He throws Bergin a look.
Then snatches up the receiver.
12 EXT. U.S. ROBOTICS - ESTABLISHING - DAY 12
A sprawling glass and metal complex covering many city
blocks. The entrance is a large plaza filled with PEOPLE and
13 INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - METAL CORRIDOR - DAY 13
An elevator opens with a whoosh. Spooner steps out into a
featureless corridor. His footsteps, echoing. He stops at a
set of OPPOSING DOORS. Looks over at one, when the other
14 INT. U.S. ROBOTICS - PLUSH CONFERENCE ROOM - CONTINUOUS 14
A warm, mahogany-paneled room. In sharp contrast to the cold
metal space outside. Spooner steps inside. At the end of a
long conference table sits an OLD MAN. Sparkling blue eyes.
Hello, there. Please come in.
It.s alright. You can sit. Sit.
Spooner doesn.t. Looks around the room. The Old Man lifts
up a coffee pot. Pours some coffee into a single cup.
You.re offering me a cup of coffee?
Yes. But you are to say, .No,
Spooner nods a little. The Old Man raises the coffee to his
lips, but doesn.t take a sip.
No. Thank you.
As you wish.
The Old Man takes a sip. He doesn.t move. There is no
movement except for a whisper of steam rising from the coffee