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She places a clear container on the podium for all to see.

SUSAN:

Blattida Traditor.

CU CONTAINER:

One of the Judas roaches skitters about in the container.

SUSAN (OS)

The "Judas Roach".

Cameras FLASH. MURMURS from the audience.

SUSAN:

The Judas is a non-carrier of Stricklers,

with a short life-span and heightened

pheromone emission.

On the back row she can see some ecological hand-painted

signs being raised in silent protest. She stumbles for a

second, then resumes her speech.

SUSAN:

The female is basically a sexual magnet;

common males travelled miles and fought

for the right to mate with them.

The audience is rapt.

SUSAN:

When they did, they took away something

else we added -- a hormone, passed

through sexual congress that causes their

metabolism to go into overdrive. No

matter what their food intake, they

starved to death in a matter of hours.

Now Peter takes the mic.

PETER:

We've achieved almost total eradication

of the roach population. As of today,

the disease has been officially

contained.

A STANDING OVATION starts and is carried on as we...

CUT TO:

INT. TYLER APARTMENT - BATHROOM - SUSAN

in a tub in a dark bathroom. Her business suit crumpled

on the bathroom floor. SOUND of a TV outside.

PETER (OS)

Sus, come on. You're missing it.

INT. LIVING ROOM

Nothing grand. Peter in his shorts at a TV with shitty

reception. He adjusts the disgruntled cable box.

He is seen over the TV, giving his address.

PETER:

F***ing thing! I hope someone's taping

this.

(Out.)

Susan, come on. It's really good this

time. I got most of the lines out.

(No response.)

Sus?

Peter sighs. He picks up an open bottle of champagne and

two mis-matched ceramic cups, then heads for the bathroom.

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