Pale Blue Dot Page #3

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A 2-POUND DRILLING HAMMER---

FLASH-

7.

INT. ORLANDO POLICE DEPARTMENT - DAY

-- the hammer sits on a metal table, where a beefy man,

DETECTIVE JORGE LOPEZ, takes a series of pictures,

documenting evidence.

Lopez replaces the hammer with Laura’s wig. He snaps a new

picture. He repeats the process with a long list of items---

the dish washing gloves---

FLASH---

a Venom action figure---

FLASH---

$585 in cash---

FLASH---

plastic garbage bags, rubber tubing, rope of varying

lengths, the mace, a potted African violet, another pair of

gloves-

--FLASH---

an 8-inch Gerber folding knife. Another detective enters,

DETECTIVE CASH CAIN. She picks up the knife, whistling in

amazement.

DETECTIVE CAIN:

She just wanted to talk, huh?

DETECTIVE LOPEZ:

Oh, that’s not even the best part.

Detective Lopez takes the knife and hands Detective Cain a

large, open package of ADULT DIAPERS.

DETECTIVE CAIN:

No.

DETECTIVE LOPEZ:

Yes.

DETECTIVE CAIN:

She was wearing one of these?

INT. ORLANDO POLICE DEPARTMENT - CONTINUOUS

Laura is turned to the left, posing for a series of mug

shots.

8.

DETECTIVE LOPEZ (O.S.)

Said every second counted. No time

for bathroom breaks.

Laura turns towards the camera, brow furrowed in

embarrassment. She looks terrible.

Laura’s hair is a stringy mess, tear-smeared make-up streaks

her cheeks but, even that, can’t cover the dark, tired

circles under her eyes-

--FLASH-

This is the picture everyone will remember.

DETECTIVE CAIN (O.S.)

Who the hell is this lady?

CUT TO:

TITLE CARD:
12 MONTHS EARLIER

EXT. OUTER SPACE - DAY

Silence.

Darkness.

And then-

LAURA (O.S.)

Ah ha!

Laura, attached to the Canadarm of the Space Shuttle

Discovery, is maneuvered into place over a communications

satellite.

LAURA (CONT’D)

There you are.

Below her is the enveloping brightness of planet Earth, a

swirling mass of blue and white and green anLauraown.

Laura latches onto the satellite as a replacement solar panel

is lifted up to her.

A voice crackles into her headset, payload specialist ARIK

AVRHAHAM, 43.

ARIK:

Be careful there. Those solar

panels aren’t cheap.

9.

LAURA:

You just keep the arm working. I’ll

worry about the panel.

ARIK:

Yes ma’am.

Laura inspects the panel. She frowns.

LAURA:

This one’s gonna take a while.

She sets to work, but she can’t help but look down-

ARIK:

Some view, huh?

LAURA:

It sure is.

Laura floats on, two hundred miles above a thunderstorm

covering a third of South America.

She watches as miles-long arcs of lightning jump from cloud

to cloud below her.

LAURA (CONT’D)

I could stay here forever.

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