Innerspace Page #3

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LEADER:

What do you want?

JOE (stoned innocent)

Drink of water...?

A beat, then the LEADER relaxes...He waves Joe away...

LEADER:

Go get a drink.

This has the force of suggestion...Joe turns and

walks through and out of the room...looking for a drink. The LEADER

motions to INTRUDER 2 to continue.

INTRUDER 2

The PEM114?

TECH 2

Yes, that's it.

LEADER:

Give it to me.

He does. Another tech offers the Leader the spare.

He holds the tiny circuit board in his palm, removes one chip.

LEADER:

This the only spare?

TECH 2

Yes.

LEADER:

The other working.

TECH 2

Perfectly.

The Leader has something in his hand, a CLICK, a

WHOOSH. A butane lighter melts the circuit board to microscopic

slag. The Tech looks at his scorched hand, the destroyed

silicon bead. is voice is still slightly amused.

TECH 2

Ow?...

LEADER:

It'l be alright.

TECH 2

It will.

LEADER:

It doesn't hurt.

TECH 2

No?

The Leader pauses for a moment, amused by their sheep-like

acquiescence. His next suggestion is droll.

LEADER:

It tickles.

The tech looks at his smoking hand in dismay...then

incredibly finds something amusing in his second degree burn.

He starts to laugh...it tickles...The other techs look confused,

then it's contagious. They start to laugh too.

INTRUDER 5, steps into the room full of laughing

idiots. He moves to the LEADER. They speak quickly and both

leave.

INT. HIGH TECH EXPERIMENT AREA

The LEADER is surprised.

LEADER:

What's this?

INT 5

They're further along

than we thought.

CU - an empty beaker on a pad surrounded by exotic

equipment.

INT 5

...Looks almost ready to go.

A WALKIE-TALKIE SQUAWKS.

W/T (V.O.)

...response to door alarm...

LEADER:

Time to go...(looks at the

beaker) It doesn't matter.

We have the PEM.

They turn and exit the room. As they do, the LEADER

notices Joe aimlessly examining the wall of equipment nearby.

Joe is really stoned...He's fooling with a control panel, flicking

switches on and off. He notices the INTRUDERS. Caught, he tries

to make the best of it. He smooths his hair, spins and comes

to a half-assed kind of attention. As he turns, he knocks some wildly

expensive piece of equipment to the floor. Joe grimaces and

straightens his tie, making it much worse. The LEADER comes close

to him, stares at him, thoughtfully. Joe blinks back, trying to

clear his head in case speaking is required...The leader looks at

the smashed equipment. Joe looks at it guiltily. The Radio SQUAWKS.

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