Conspiracy Theory Page #5

Jerry flips through 100s of cards on big Rolodexes as he

cross-references data. Jerry pulls cards, lines them up.

The first connection: the dates of six Space Shuttle

launches and six earthquakes all coinciding. Jerry lets

out a low whistle. Never too jaded to be shocked.

Jerry types the text of an article, crosses out mistakes.

He handcranks copies off an old drum mimeograph. The

hand drawn logo:
lips whispering into an ear. The

title:
"Conspiracy Theory."

Jerry writes out five labels. Addresses from across

America. Jerry slaps the labels on the newsletters.

EXT. STREET

The sun comes up.

Jerry drops the newsletters into a mailbox. He starts

across the street, then stops, looks back with dread. He

steps back over, checks the slot. Everything went down.

Jerry starts away, then stops again. As he looks back...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. JUSTICE DEPARTMENT - NYC OFFICES - DAY

Jerry passes through the metal detectors. He stops to

stare at the blindfolded Status of Justice. As a FEDERAL

COP steps over to join him.

JERRY:

Smart girl.

FEDERAL COP:

How's that, sir?

JERRY:

She's got a blindfold on.

FEDERAL COP:

Do you have an appointment here,

sir?

Jerry continues to stare.

JERRY:

Depends on your definition...

INT. JUSTICE DEPARTMENT - OUTSIDE CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

The morning meeting yet to begin. Lawyers wait as,

THROUGH the glass, treadmill girl Liza Sutton argues with

brusque department head WILSON. It's a screaming match,

though on this side of the glass their VOICES are MUFFLED

THUMPS. Liza waves her arms. Wilson shakes his head

emphatically.

As they continue to argue, a YOUNG LAWYER arrives being

shown the ropes by an OLDER LAWYER.

OLDER LAWYER:

This is the conference room. We

start 9 AM sharp. Usually.

The argument in the conference room has gotten so

vociferous, that people have stopped pretending not to

watch.

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