The Game Page #6

SILENT IMAGES:
Nicholas' FATHER stands on the high balcony,

as before. He looks skyward one last time, then LAUNCHES

INTO SPACE... falling in EXTREME SLOW MOTION...

A head-first dive...

CUT TO:

INT. OFFICE BUILDING, 10TH FLOOR -- DAY

"DING," elevator doors open. Nicholas and TWO EXECUTIVES

are talking. As PEOPLE get on, the two executives get off.

EXECUTIVE 1

We're getting off here.

Nicholas follows. He and the executives huddle nearby.

NICHOLAS:

(voice low)

So, we understand each other?

EXECUTIVE 2

We do.

NICHOLAS:

Make it work on paper, and you can

count on my full support.

EXECUTIVE 1

Right-o. We'll talk. Soon.

They shake. The executives walk away. Nicholas returns to

elevator, pushes the button, waiting. He turns, noticing...

A massive WALL OF TRANSLUCENT GLASS marks the office of

"C.R.S." Modern. Activity beyond it.

Nicholas finds this disconcerting. He takes out his wallet,

digging up the C.R.S. business card, studying it... looking

again to the glass facade to double check.

He looks at his Rolex.

ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE GLASS DOORS

Nicholas enters. A female RECEPTIONIST speaks into a

HEADSET/PHONE. EMPLOYEES mill about. UTILITY MEN sort

crawlspace wiring.

NICHOLAS:

(to receptionist,

shows "C.R.S." card)

Is this Consumer Recreation

Services... ?

The reecptionist takes the card. In the b.g., JIM FEINGOLD

pays a DELIVERY GUY for CHINESE FOOD.

RECEPTIONIST:

(into PHONE)

You shouldn't feel this reflects

negatively upon yourself.

(to Nicholas)

Just a moment.

(back into phone)

We hope we haven't caused you any

inconvenience. Thank you for

considering C.R.S.

She studies the card, hangs up and motions to Feingold, a

bald, amiable engineer-type who passes with his food bag.

RECEPTIONIST:

Mister Feingold... could you assist

this gentleman?

Feingold spins on his heels, looking, walking over with his

hand out. Nicholas shakes.

FEINGOLD:

Jim Feingold, V.P., E.D.A.

Engineering and Data Analysis.

NICHOLAS:

I'm not quite sure how this works.

My brother...

FEINGOLD:

Oh, here we go...

Feingold takes the card the receptionist offers, examines

it, turns it over: finds FOUR NUMBERS on the back.

FEINGOLD:

(of the numbers)

Excellent. Let's get started.

Nicholas picks up his briefcase to follow Feingold.

INT. C.R.S. OFFICES -- DAY

Big operation. Feingold leads past partitioned cubicles

that seem to go on forever. C.R.S. WORKERS abound.

TELEPHONE CO. WORKMEN operate on the phones.

FEINGOLD:

Sorry about about all the hullabaloo.

We're still moving. Stick with me...

I've got an office around here

somewhere.

Feingold reaches open BOXES, begins collecting pages from

each, loading up on all sorts of forms. he holds out his

leaking, greasy food bag to Nicholas.

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