Morning Star Page #4

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The Prisoner opens his eyes. Felton pushes the girl to herknees in front of him. A sliver of her face has been cut away

-revealing an alien face peering out from underneath.

Shimmering white skin. A black orb of an eye.

WEBBER (CONT’D)

She’s more advanced than the first

wave of infiltrators. We’ve come a

long way from the days when the bugscrawled inside corpses and used themlike puppets. Still, she’s just acrude imitation of a woman. Look at

her. Cloned female skin stretched over

an Insect from Outer Space. That’swhat you were f***ing.

PRISONER:

(to her, in tears)

I’m sorry.

WEBBER:

Maybe you can get past her looksbut do you know what she sees whenshe looks at you? Vermin. Somethingthat carries disease.

Webber nods. Felton starts cutting the female prisoner again.

As Felton’s knife parts the flesh of the woman’s arm, awhite, spidery TENDRIL erupts there, wriggling...

PRISONER:

Five! I sent off five dispatches.

Only the first one had real intel.

Webber nods. Felton stops. Webber and Dorna exchange looks.

The female agent leads the female prisoner away. Bewleylingers a moment, looking anxious, then he follows too. Dornaapproaches the prisoner in the chair. Webber looks out thewindow as a SILENCED SHOT is followed by a THUD.

WEBBER:

Give her a minute to restore before

we take her back out there.

9.

Webber looks over at the “female” alien being helped onto alove seat with tattered upholstery. Her skin is alreadyvisibly growing back. Emotionally, she gives nothing away.

FEMALE ALIEN:

Can I have a cigarette?

Bewley looks to Webber for guidance.

WEBBER:

It’s up to you.

Bewley gives her one. The alien looks at the flesh of her armvisibly sealing itself.

FEMALE ALIEN:

No matter what we do, humanityalways grows back. Like a fungus.

EXT. STREET -- DAY

The Italian Agents escort the female alien to their car...

PULLING BACK we see this from the POV of someone watchingthrough a car window.

INT. PALAZZO -- DAY

Felton sneaks a shot from a flask. Dorna grimly watchesWebber drape the dead prisoner in plastic.

EXT. STREET IN FRONT OF PALAZZO -- DAY

Nearing a waiting VAN, one of the Italians notes one of thesoccer-playing boys in the street ahead looking her way, thenquickly averting his eyes. Warning bells go off.

She puts her hand on her weapon as a BLUE CAR comes at themfrom the other end of the street.

GUNFIRE erupts from windows down the street. The officersshove their prisoner behind the cover of their vehicle...

INT. PALAZZO -- DAY

Webber and Dorna hit the window. Webber draws his weapon,

scanning. Sees street kids running from the gunfire... exceptfor that one Street Urchin who lingers.

Webber takes aim at him. But does not pull the trigger.

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