KIRSTEN (interrupting; corrects herself) ...more of a half-wit. For a
start a war could break out there any day ...
She gestures toward the TV screen where Martian police are keeping
protesters behind a barrier. Some have signs reading "A FREE MARS",
"DOWN WITH COHAAGEN", "EARTH - OUT" etc.
QUAIL That's just media talk. They're... (indicating the protesters)
...just a minority. They're powerless.
KIRSTEN Well, there's a lot of things we need around here before we
waste our money on a trip to Mars. We're broke. I'm just a slave
around this dump. Now if you were capable of finding a better job....
The kitchen clock chimes and talks.
CLOCK It's now eight. You'll be late!
QUAIL I'll be late!
He jumps up quickly from the table, picks up his coat and briefcase,
kisses KIRSTEN's perfunctorily offered cheek and leaves.
4AEXT. CITY - EARLY MORNING
CAMERA TRACKS with Quail as he walks along the busy modern street
towards a subway station. Modern cars (out of focus) pass noiselessly
between the camera and Quail. There is a plaintive tune being played
on violin. Quail pauses and gives a wad of notes to the aged
violinist, then walks on briskly.
5INT. SUBWAY STATION - EARLY MORNING
Quail enters the station. Everybody must pass through a weapons check
before proceeding to the platforms.
TWO ARMED GUARDS stand at either side, as commuters pass through an
electronic beam. On a screen, the entire body of each person is seen in
X-ray. All of them are clearly carrying a gun in their inside coat
GUARD No weapon again, Mr. Quail?
QUAIL I keep forgetting, Herb. They frighten me.