Morning Star Page #2

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THERAPIST:

Like this session?

Webber smiles.

THERAPIST’S OFFICE -- LATER

The Therapist is dictating into a recording device.

THERAPIST (O.S.)

Subject L3-1024. Webber, Martin.

Special Agent, U.N. IntelligenceDivision. Nominee for departmentalpromotion...

PANNING ACROSS files open on her desk, photos trace Webber’shistory: as a boy, soldiers have put a military cap on hishead and hoist him up; (in the b.g. the ruins of the Brooklyn

Bridge, strange airborne objects over Manhattan) as a youngofficer, he receives a decoration...

THERAPIST (CONT’D)

Subject was cooperative butdisplayed an emotionalcalcification common to Invasion-

era survivors. Given classic signsof “burnout” displayed by subject,

one benefit of advancement might beto get him out of the field.

5.

EXT. AIRPORT (CAGLIARI, SARDINIA) -- DAY

Webber and other rumpled PASSENGERS on a dusty airfield arerouted by heavily-armed POLICE to a screening queue where aWHITE-COATED WOMAN takes a fingertip blood sample fromeveryone. The blood samples pass under a blacklight devicethat flashes GREEN and the passenger is allowed through.

INT. AIRPORT -- DAY

As Webber passes through the tiny terminal, TVs are showing a

speech by the UN GENERAL SECRETARY VOSS with Italiansubtitles. He stands before the Washington Monument whichstill stands, despite being cracked in half.

GENERAL SECRETARY VOSS (ON TV)

For two decades, the Truce has

held. There has been no terror from

the skies, our children sleep intheir beds at night without fear...

Webber is greeted by the dapper, middle-aged RICHARD DORNA.

WEBBER:

They couldn’t invest in a couple of

I.L. scanners to move the line faster?

DORNA:

Indoor plumbing still hasn’t caughton everywhere here.

Smiling, Dorna puts a hand on Webber’s shoulder, leads himon. They are met by an apple-cheeked young man. BEWLEY.

INT. FIAT -- DAY

The driver is the schlubby, slightly dishevelled FELTON.

Bewley sits beside him, looking a little nervous. Webberrides in back with Dorna. Out the window, medieval walls rise

above steep tenement streets.

DORNA:

I tell you Lizzie got into Vassar?

WEBBER:

How are you going to pay for that?

Rob a bank?

The Fiat slows. Traffic. Webber sees what’s going on: In thepiazza ahead, TOWNSPEOPLE are burning in effigy what lookslike some kind of praying mantis-like creature. They carrycandles. Women in black are wailing, hacking off their hair.

6.

WEBBER (CONT’D)

All this started again?

DORNA:

Two days now. Since the Xenos stuck

a toe over the line in Italy.

WEBBER:

Any time we exchange an angry lookacross the DMZ, everybody thinksit’s the end of the world.

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