“REALITY CHECK!”

An Original Screenplay by

Fernando Ortigas

Registered, WGA-west No. 1259888

A dark sci-fi comedy set in a distant, desolate future. Moorlocke must find the lovely Chip-Head android that carries the key technology to bring Brain-Heads, humans, out of their hiding places. But he has been captured by the obsessive Dick-Head androids and their mind altering machines (Virtual Reality, Dream Reality, Hologram Reality) which makes Reality a wild guess.

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REALITY CHECK!

FADE IN: VIRTUAL REALITY. 1 EXT. - CITY/STREETS/BRIDGE - DAY (PRESENT) 1 MOVING CLOSE WITH - JASON MOORLOCKE in his early 40’s, well-built and a hard face. Terrified and sweating profusely, he is running for his very life. Moorlocke, dressed in a futuristic, black outfit, runs wildly down the deserted city street. There are no cars, no people...eerily no one is in sight. It is a gray day. A SERIES OF ANGLE SHOTS: 1.) Downtown skyscrapers are deserted...nothing moving...no cars parked anywhere. 2.) A street corner...empty of life...even the signal lights do not blink or flash. 3.) The bridge leading into the lifeless city-core. The only moving thing is a plastic bag being whipped around by the wind. SOUNDS of Moorlocke’s footsteps can be heard approaching in the background. MOVING WITH - Moorlocke’s labored breathing as he glances over his shoulder, only to trip and stumble to the ground. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke wild-eyed with fear. He scrambles to his feet and forces himself to keep on moving...to flee this unseen enemy. MOORLOCKE The hole... Moorlocke tries to run faster but his energies are all but spent. He feels the unseen enemy gaining on him. He forces his panic-stricken face to look behind, knowing it could be his last glance before being consumed by this enemy. MOVING CLOSE WITH - Moorlocke gasping for air as he slows down to a jog. MOORLOCKE

No...nobody...is after me. With a questioning look, he glances back. He is undecided...he starts to run...then slows to a jog and glances wearily over his shoulder again. (CONTINUED)

2 1 CONTINUED: LOTHAR (VOICE OVER) (pointedly) You’ve lost him. KHALI (VOICE OVER) (arrogant) He has taken us through the first maze. Can you say that? (Lothar grumbles) Just as I thought...And I haven’t lost him! Moorlocke comes to a halt. He looks around. Then he comes to the realization. MOORLOCKE (angrily) It’s the mind machine! Moorlocke is not just angry, he’s furious, enraged...He gives a SHOUT of primal rage...Then he leaps over the bridge...to his certain death???!!! SLOW MOTION - MOORLOCKE’S POV - Falling towards the cold murky water...getting closer to the water...and closer...Suddenly, there is a SWOOSHING SOUND and a white light fills the screen before he hits the water. CUT TO: DREAM REALITY. 2 INT. - MOORLOCKE’S HOUSE-BEDROOM - NIGHT 2 (NOTE: The producer and/or director will decide on the extent of the exposure in the following sexual encounter.) CLOSE ON - Moorlocke sweating with passion as he lets out a MOAN. He tries to reach his climatic sexual peak. He continues to thrust, harder and faster. WIDER - His wife, KATHLEEN, in her mid-30’s and beautiful in every aspect, is on her hands and knees (doggie style). She tries to encourage Moorlocke to keep on...She, too, is about to reach an orgasm.

(CONTINUED)

3 2 CONTINUED: KATHLEEN Ahh..yes...uhhh... (feels Moorlocke losing it) Oh, no..Moorlocke..don’t..don’t stop..concentrate..just..just a bit more...no... Moorlocke’s concentration is just not there...he knows that falling, shrinking feeling. He loses it. Sliding off Kathleen, he collapses face down onto the bed. MOORLOCKE (disappointed) Oh, damn! (apologetically mumbles) I’m..I’m sorry, Kat. (NOTE: In a dream reality, things will appear and disappear when they are called for.) The bedroom is completely white. We do not see any depth to it. Moorlocke and Kathleen are on a circular white bed with white satin sheets and pillows. CLOSE ON - Kathleen, a bit frustrated but understanding. She lies on top of him and lovingly kisses his shoulder and nape. KATHLEEN I know what’s going through your

mind. It’s not easy with the countdown just days away. Moorlocke turns around, still keeping Kathleen on top of him. He adamantly stares into her eyes. MOORLOCKE Not if my rank has any power at all. KATHLEEN (smiles - sarcastic) And you’re supposed to serve and protect the new order.

(CONTINUED)

4 2 CONTINUED: (2) MOORLOCKE (seriously) I’ll force the issue and quit if I had to. I will not see you and Liza left behind. Kathleen’s smile turns hard, a stern look. She gets off Moorlocke and slips on her white silky bathrobe. KATHLEEN You start with an exception and where will it stop? The reality is only

a certain number can be admitted... Humans...or androids. Even the family unit isn’t sacred. I’m resolved to accept the lotto system.

ANGLE ON - Kathleen as she sits on the white chair. Moorlocke’s dark brown holster with the black laser-gun hangs on the back of the chair. Kathleen combs her hair in front of the mirror. The white cabinet that holds the mirror blends into the wall, melting into the white depthless background. KATHLEEN (CONT’D) Out of the twenty-three thousand in the bio-robotics research and manufacture division, thirteen thousand will be drawn. (confident) I have no doubt in my mind that Liza and I will make it. Moorlocke sits up and apprehensively looks at her. MOORLOCKE And if not, Kathleen? CLOSE ON - Kathleen as she stops combing her hair and glances down at the mirror. KATHLEEN’S POV - In the mirror’s reflection, the black laser-gun hangs on the back of her chair. Kathleen turns and looks at Moorlocke, forcing a smile. (CONTINUED)

5 2 CONTINUED: (3) KATHLEEN I never thought about it...that’s how positive I am. (matter-of-fact) Moorlocke, accept the fact that each of us has to sacrifice... Sacrifice our loved ones...Our own lives, if there are to be humans left to inherit what we used to call earth. MOORLOCKE (anxiously) We’ll see. KATHLEEN I don’t want to add to your mounting problems. I want us to enjoy these last days above ground. Look at you! All tensed up! (seductively) Why don’t I massage your tender parts? Kathleen lets her bathrobe slip down her shoulders as she slowly gets up from the chair. Moorlocke’s tension-filled face breaks into a smile...what problem??!! He reclines in anticipation. Suddenly, ANGLE ON - The white door as PHIL REMAR CRASHES through. (On the other side of the door, there is total blackness.) Seeing Kathleen, he grabs her and pulls her towards him. Kathleen is terrified. Her SCREAM is cut short when he sticks his laser-gun at her head. (The laser-gun looks like a .45 caliber gun. There are two barrels, one on top of the other. The top barrel has red-LED lights that blink when the gun is handled. Where the firing mechanism is located, there is a cylindrical tube that flashes when the gun is fired.) (Phil Remar is in his 50’s, balding and wearing glasses. He is absolutely one mess of a human being. He has warts and boils on his face and his lips...pus-filled open sores on his shaking hand that holds the laser-gun. He wears a trench coat and gumboots that are disintegrating from the black gooey muck that drips down. If he was foaming at the mouth, he would be considered rabid...and he is!) (CONTINUED)

6 2 CONTINUED: (4) PHIL (insanely) It’s not a good night out there...but then again, when has it ever been...good! (snickers - then notices Moorlocke naked on the bed) You look disgusting! Get dressed, Mister Security Coordinator! Moorlocke motions to calm down, then slowly grabs his underwear and puts it on. MOORLOCKE Take it easy with that laser-gun, Mister...? PHIL (maniacally) Mister Phil Remar, Real Estate Agent. Now shut your face! We’re going down to the hole! MOORLOCKE (calmly) Have you lost your senses, Phil? Anybody caught down there before 23rd of June will be terminated. No exceptions whatsoever. PHIL (shakily aims gun at Moorlocke) I may have lost my senses... (glaringly) ...but not my mind. There are seventeen thousand real estate agents. Want to know how many

will be picked in the lotto? (angrily shouts) NONE! There’s no need for real estate agents in the subterranean city! Why crazy me? I should have been an accountant. At least five get to go! (MORE)

7 2 CONTINUED: (5) PHIL (CONT’D) (softer, but not any saner) I don’t want to mutate trying to survive up here. I’ll take my Goddamn chances down the hole. MOORLOCKE Whatever you say, Phil. Nobody wants to get hurt. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke as he eyes Kathleen, then shifts his eyes towards his gun. MOORLOCKE’S POV - The hostler with the laser-gun hanging on the chair. CLOSE ON - Kathleen looking towards the chair, then, ever-so-slightly nods her head, understanding what Moorlocke has in mind. WIDER - Kathleen STRIKES upwards at Phil’s hand that has the laser-gun. The laser-gun FIRES accidentally...(The laser-gun acts like a .45 caliber gun. There is a terrific BANG sound with smoke; then a micro-second later, another ZAP sound with a red short laser beam burst...just like a bullet.) At the same time, Kathleen HITS Phil’s groin with her other clenched fist. Phil, SCREAMING in agony, collapses to his knees. MOVING CLOSE WITH - Moorlocke as he dives for the chair and the holster. He makes a grab for the laser-gun...but the laser-gun is not there, just the holster. It is gone! Moorlocke is more than terrified...lives are at stake here!! MOVING CLOSE ON - Phil wincing with pain as he levels his laser-gun at Kathleen and fires -- BANG-ZAP! PHIL You bitch! MOORLOCKE (helplessly) No...! MOORLOCKE’S POV - Kathleen lying on the floor beside the bed...a laser-bullet hole in her forehead and a pool of blood starting to spread on the white marbled floor. Moorlocke is stung, devastated. (CONTINUED)

8 2 CONTINUED: (6) Suddenly, ANGLE ON - The door as LIZA, their 6-year old daughter, sleepy-eyed, walks in. LIZA Mommy...Daddy, I can’t sleep. Moorlocke makes a desperate attempt to get her out of the room, waving his arms. MOORLOCKE Liza, get back to your room. Go back... Phil reaches over and grabs little Liza from behind. As he tries to pull her towards him, Liza sinks her teeth into his hand. He HOWLS, at the same time, shoves Liza towards Kathleen’s outstretched body. PHIL You brat! He levels his laser-gun, then -- BANG-ZAP! ANGLE ON - Moorlocke extremely crazy with rage. He grabs at his “empty” hostler and pulls out the laser-gun. Without regrets and with utter sadistic pleasure, he fires 5 of the 6 laser-bullets at Phil -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! REVERSE ANGLE ON - Phil as the laser-bullets make him dance like a puppet until the last two laser-bullets -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! -- propel him out through the door...out into the blackness. OVER THE SHOULDER OF - Moorlocke as he looks down at the lifeless bodies of Kathleen with little Liza on her lap and the laser-gun just lying next to Kathleen’s hand...a very strange scene...as if Kathleen had committed suicide, taking little Liza with her. MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s reflection in the mirror as tears roll down his cheeks. He looks at the mirror. CUT TO: REAL TIME (100 YEARS IN THE FUTURE).

9 3 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 3 CLOSE ON - The T.V. monitor where we can see Moorlocke insanely glaring at himself in the mirror. MOORLOCKE You want to screw with my dreams! KHALI (OFF SCREEN) (panic) Kill the beta waves! Now! Alpha on full! We’ve got to get him to deep sleep! WIDER - Khali’s pale-white, latex-like hands frantically PUNCH, PUSH and HIT several buttons, knobs and switches on the control panel. There are several odd-size monitors that don’t fit on the panel...as though they were replaced by a different model. Wires protrude and connect all over the panel, adding to the complications of working the controls. The monitors show Moorlocke’s vital signs...his heart and breathing rates rapidly climb, adrenalin critically rising, alpha and beta waves wildly oscillating...All emitting a BLEEPING sound...signs of extreme distress. LOTHAR (OFF SCREEN) (cutting) You’ve lost him! KHALI (OFF SCREEN) (angrily) I will not, if the shitty machines work properly! She begins to BANG on the control panel, trying to stabilize Moorlocke’s condition. The BLEEPING sounds increase in volume and intensity. On the T.V. monitor, Moorlocke smirks as he raises his laser-gun and sticks the barrel to his temple. MOORLOCKE How’s this? Just as Moorlocke pulls the trigger, the -- BANG-ZAP! -- sound of the laser-gun blends with the SWOOSHING sound and a white light fills the T.V. monitor just a micro-second before Moorlocke shoots his head. The BLEEPING distress sounds decreases in volume and intensity. Moorlocke’s vital signs start to stabilize...somewhat.

(CONTINUED)

10 3 CONTINUED: LOTHAR (OFF SCREEN) You’ve lost him. CLOSE ON - KHALI, a “female” android, who uses most of her memory chips to enhance her intelligence rather than her physical beauty. Her face looks like a pale-white hockey mask. Her eyes and mouth can move but the rest of her face is quite rigid. Her bleached hair looks like a mop. She’s wearing a filthy, dirty lab uniform. KHALI (furious) The hell I did! He’s asleep...deep sleep! Khali studies the monitors (Moorlocke’s vital signs), then glances towards Lothar; and then again, looks back at the monitors. Admittedly, she did loose part of Moorlocke. She BANGS her fist on the control panel. KHALI So maybe he lost his short-term memory...partially. (glances at Lothar) I wouldn’t have, if not...for...this! Khali has reached her boiling point. She explodes...she PUNCHES the monitor...sinking her fist, up to her elbow into and through the monitor...SPARKS and SMOKE come out from it. CLOSE ON - LOTHAR, a “macho” male android who uses every spare memory chip, without compromising his job security, to his physical enhancement. He looks about 40, sharp, hard features...his skin has a plastic, waxy texture. He, too, wears a filthy lab uniform. Seated behind his control panel, he grins as he presses the intercom button and speaks into it. LOTHAR You can take the brain-head back to his cell. (amused) And send in maintenance. We need a replacement. LOTHAR’S POV - Khali, with her arm stuck in the monitor, having a very difficult time trying to remove it. (CONTINUED)

11 3 CONTINUED: (2) Lothar, still smiling, turns and glances at the T.V. monitor. On the monitor, we can see Moorlocke lying on a “movable” operating table (a stretcher). His arms, body and legs are secured on the stretcher. There is a “weird” apparatus that covers his whole head...like a space helmet with cylindrical “spikes” circling the forehead and back of Moorlocke’s head. Spaghetti wires connect each of these “spikes” to a metal box-like unit hanging from above. 4 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 4 CLOSE ON - The space-like helmet that covers Moorlocke’s head. Upon closer inspection, we see it is one of those optometrist’s eye-examination devices that’s molded into a helmet. The cylindrical spikes are really needle-like probes that enter Moorlocke’s brain. It’s rather crude and has not been used for many years...dusty and rusty. There are wires and tubes that just go everywhere...eventually most of them connect to the metal box suspended on the ceiling. WIDER - A LAB TECHNICIAN approaches Moorlocke and releases the clamps that hold the space helmet together. (The Lab Technician is also an android who is not as human-looking as Lothar, but way better than Khali. He is very skinny...could pass for a starving refugee. And yes, he is a black android. His actions are a bit robotic...not too bright...his memory banks do not have the capacity for a “higher” position in life. He wears a tattered blue uniform.) The space helmet splits in half (like a waffle toaster). We see the needles from the spikes on the inside of the helmet with drops of blood. Moorlocke’s head is finally exposed. We see the rows of needle-holes across his forehead...blood trickles down these needle-holes. Blood also can be seen out of his nose, down his eyes and the sides of his mouth. He is asleep. ANGLE ON - The operating room as the Lab Technician, having taken the device off Moorlocke’s head, leaves it dangling on its wires. He rolls the stretcher towards the exit door. The Lab Technician has a hard time exiting through the corroded swing-type metal doors. He uses the stretcher as a battering ram to get the stuck door open...not really caring whether the violent shaking and slamming upsets the patient, that is, Moorlocke. He finally CRASHES through the doors.

(CONTINUED)

12 4 CONTINUED: (The operating room used to be a slaughter room for cows. Chains with hooks still dangle off the ceiling. The cement walls are brown with disease, green mould and yellows germs...as if the blood and carcasses of the last few slaughtered cows were still splattered about. The roof leaks...dark liquid muck trickles and pours from here and there. The walls are not smooth...in fact, there are pock marks and big dents made by some explosive devices.) 5 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 5 PAN - The laboratory. If you thought the lab was any better than the operating room...stacks upon stacks of outdated computers, monitors, oscillators, etc. line the back wall like a tech grave yard that decided to come alive for the very last time...quite haunting. A once beautiful panel of monitors is broken up with different shapes and sizes of monitors that clearly do not fit, but somehow, they work. The roof leaks, too...dark liquid muck trickles down some of the machines, causing a spark or two. There are two sets of control panels (one for Lothar and the other for Khali) that overlook the huge “bullet-proof” window into the operating room. Lothar watches the Lab Technician roll out Moorlocke on the monitor, then he blandly looks at Khali. ANGLE ON - Khali as she still struggles to withdraw her arm. With all of her might, she finally pulls her arm free...a bunch of wires, capacitors, resistors, etc. are fused to her hand and arm, still sparking and smoldering. LOTHAR Interesting. I’ve never seen it done that way before. (pause) I mean, switching from virtual reality to dream reality. The man, Phil Remar, was an illusion, wasn’t he?...Clever! How did the brain-head’s wife and child really die? KHALI (still mad) Suicide!

(CONTINUED)

13 5 CONTINUED: LOTHAR (sarcastic) A pity...all that work... (rubs it in) All those memory chips you must have used for that program...All wasted. Khali glares at him and is about to say something but she decides to hold back. Disgruntled and frustrated, she lets out a deep, guttural, static-like GROWL...It sounds like circuits are being overloaded. Khali then gets back to work and heads for the bank of monitors at the back wall. She checks out the results. MOVING CLOSE WITH - SERGEANT ZEPLIN, a “female” android who uses most of her memory chips to enhance her very unnaturally large bosoms...latex balloons just about to rip through her green lab uniform. She wheels in the trolley with several monitors on it and a garbage bin attached to the front of it. She heads for Kahli’s smashed monitor. CLOSE ON - Lothar as his eyes widen with excitement. He takes a memory chip from his pocket...a transparent object the size of a large aspirin tablet...and with malicious sexual intentions stares at the voluptuous Sergeant Zeplin. Sergeant Zeplin grabs the smashed monitor and YANKS it out, taking parts of the paneling in the process; then, DUMPS the whole unit into the bin. She looks at the monitors on the trolley and gets the smallest one. She places it on the control panel...but it does not fit...it is much too big. Well, that doesn’t deter her. She POUNDS some of the loose paneling off with her fist, then JAMS the monitor in the gap. Not an exact fit...but, that it fits is all that matters. Lothar comes up behind Sergeant Zeplin and twirls the memory chip between his fingers in front of her. Sergeant Zeplin’s eyes widens as she grabs and examines it. ZEPLIN A blank memory chip! How long? Lothar snatches it back and tempts her with it. LOTHAR An hour... (demanding) I want forty-five minutes and... (CONTINUED)

14 5 CONTINUED: (2) ZEPLIN (cuts in - firmly) Half an hour and that’s all you get! She “jabs” Lothar with her mighty chest, enticing him. Khali angrily glares at them. She doesn’t like what’s taking place and she cannot really do anything about it. It frustrates her. She lets out a guttural, static GROWL. Lothar looks down at Sergeant Zeplin’s hefty breasts and his memory chips are just about to melt with desire. LOTHAR You drive a hard bargain...Done! Sergeant Zeplin, delighted, takes the memory chip then sticks her tongue out. She places the memory chip on her tongue, then swallow it. She does a few “robotic” twitches (signifying that she has loaded it into her memory bank)...And because she’s now gotten more memory power...her already huge breasts increase two...three...four inches more -- humongous! How much more can her uniform take??!! ZEPLIN What do you want to input? LOTHAR (whispers) How To...Part Five of Marquis de Sade’s sexploits! Sergeant Zeplin seductively rubs her “zeppelins” against Lothar’s chest. ZEPLIN Uhhh...looking forward to lunch, my little, ‘steel-head’ Colonel. (sees Khali coming) Uh..ohh...The Iron Maiden looks pissed off again. She blow a fuse or what? LOTHAR Mid-life crisis...metal fatigue.

(CONTINUED)

15 5 CONTINUED: (3) Lothar heads back to his control panel. Khali, with a clip board in hand, goes over some data on her control panel as Sergeant Zeplin continues to work on the monitor at the other end of the board. Sergeant Zeplin plugs in 3 wires to connect the monitor to the control panel. There is a 4th wire that she cannot figure where to connect. She takes her pliers and SNIPS it off...There!...Everything fits properly??!! Having finished, she pushes the trolley out of the lab when... CLOSE ON - Khali extremely furious as she SLAMS down the clip board. KHALI Sergeant! Sergeant Zeplin instantly stops in her tracks. KHALI I will not tolerate improper military

behavior. You will salute all officers before leaving the premises.

She comes up really close to Sergeant Zeplin, glances disdainfully at her “mounds” then angrily at her. KHALI Let me remind you that tampering with military equipment, i.e., standard military-issue memory chips, for one’s personal, selfish enhancements is an offence. ZEPLIN I...I...I... KHALI I can have you busted to a flat foot...or flat-chest... (louder) Now, reprogram those memory chips back to military regulations. And I want a salute from you! (shouts) Do I make myself clear, Sergeant Zeplin? (CONTINUED)

16 5 CONTINUED: (4) ZEPLIN (terrified) Ye..yes, Sir, Captain Khali. Sergeant Zeplin “twitches” a few times...reprogramming her memory chips. Suddenly, her “twin peaks” start shrinking to “mole-hills”...quite depressing to say the least. After her breasts deflate to half their size, she gives a very military salute to Lothar, turns and salutes Khali. Then, she goose-steps smartly out of the lab pushing the trolley along with her. Khali grins, then looks towards Lothar. She ‘s not yet through venting her frustrations. 6 INT. - CELL - DAY 6 (The cell, like the lab and operating room, is filthy, dirty and leaky. It used to be a refrigerated storage room for the beef what was slaughtered. It is not a very large room.) CLOSE ON - The door as it opens and the Lab Technician wheels Moorlocke in. MOVING CLOSE WITH - Zia’s very human-like fingers holding a memory chip. She gives it to the Lab Technician, who quickly grabs it with his metallic hand. ANOTHER CLOSE ON - The Lab Technician as he places the memory chip on his tongue and swallows it. Then, he starts to “twitch”. ANGLE ON - ZIA, a “female” android who looks very human. In her 30’s, her body compliments the beauty of her face. She’s dressed as a wanderer...bits and pieces of material fashion her attire. She starts to unclamp the straps on Moorlocke. We see why the skinny Lab Technician wanted the memory chip...to enhance his scrawny little body...His chest, biceps, shoulders start to pop out and bulge...Arnold Schwarzenegger look out!!...And he even speaks like Arnold...slow, heavy German accent. He flexes his muscles. LAB TECHNICIAN Ohh..mama!....Strong! Zia tries to move Moorlocke from the stretcher to the metal bed (actually, a metal table where they used to cut the side of beef into smaller portions). She has a hard time lifting Moorlocke onto the bed. (CONTINUED)

17 6 CONTINUED: ZIA Want to give us a hand here? The Lab Technician grabs the stretcher and flips it...DUMPING Moorlocke to the floor. ZIA Son-of-a-dick-head! She crouches by Moorlocke, who is still out cold, and checks him out. Before the Lab Technician leaves the cell, he turns to Zia. LAB TECHNICIAN I..come..back...tomorrow..as..agreed. Zia is about to cuss him out, but holds off. She’s got to deal with the Lab Technician again...she forces a smile. 7 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 7 MOVING CLOSE ON - Khali as she vents her frustrations. KHALI Incompetent and abusive on top of that! I

don’t know why High Command allows this… this outrage to continue. No, I do know why.

(glares at Lothar) It’s because of the corruption, the bribery, the irresponsible life-style of officers. Monkey see, monkey do! LOTHAR So every now and then there’s a little misuse of programs. KHALI Little? With that kind of attitude, I can

see why we’re not getting anywhere in our battle against those subterranean renegades. I say, de-program the offenders and send them to the front!

(CONTINUED)

18 7 CONTINUED: LOTHAR (seriously) Just what are you implying? Khali walks up to Lothar and looks down at him accusingly. KHALI I know of...certain officers who have compromised the security of our nation...by negligence of their duties...by the illegal use of military issued chips. In some officers, as much as 23 percent of their programs have been diverted. If that’s not corruption... LOTHAR (angrily rising to confront her) In all of my years in the service, I have never had a complaint from High Command. I’ve always carried out the objectives! KHALI (grins) First case in point... (quickly - aggressively) Tell me just what are the objectives of the Corps? LOTHAR What? KHALI (pounces on him) The first objective is... LOTHAR (taken aback) ...is to find the entrance to the subterranean city. KHALI And... (CONTINUED)

19 7 CONTINUED: (2) LOTHAR The second objective is to obtain the technology to make the liquid memory chip that the brain-heads use for their chip-heads. KHALI And... LOTHAR (she’s starting to annoy him) And...the third objective is to destroy the subterranean city. (cuts off Khali before she replies) And...what are you getting at? KHALI You are as bad as the Sergeant, aren’t you? Using what’s military for your own pleasures! What about the last objective...Brains from brain- heads are to be kept in formaldehyde, marked ‘Classified Top Secret’, and be sent to High Command? LOTHAR Uh?! KHALI (angrily pokes Lothar’s chest) Tell me what you did with that program? The Fourth Objective of the Corps! Suddenly, Lothar jumps Khali, SLAMMING her down on top of the control panel...and...does he ever do the “pelvic thrust”!! Yes, he has used his military program to enhance his “thrusting” power. KHALI Stop it! Stop it! Lothar thrusts away. His eyes roll back in heavenly pleasure. (CONTINUED)

20 7 CONTINUED: (3) KHALI (screams) Halt program! Lothar instantly stops. Regaining his senses, he cracks an impish grin. LOTHAR Extra power boost for my thruster. KHALI Save your jokes for when General

Zmood reads the report. LOTHAR So I’m guilty. Big deal! But, a national security threat? Be realistic...that brain-head just in here was the first brain-head we’ve had since... (twitches head - searching memory banks) ...Well, its definitely more than seven years...I’m only required to store information for seven years. KHALI You fool! Haven’t you even bothered to cross check your memory chips? Why were a brain- head and three chip-heads caught at the same place? It never occurred to you that there has never been a case of brain-heads and chip-heads working together. They work alone! And my memory banks go back to the beginning of the war eighteen years ago! (pokes Lothar’s chest) Did they have a special mission? I consider this to be a threat to our national security. I’m accusing you of treason, Colonel Lothar! (CONTINUED)

21 7 CONTINUED: (4) Lothar starts to get impatient with Khali...a bit ticked off to say the least. LOTHAR It did cross my chips, but I decided it would use too much of my program to track down the answer. Besides, what are the Generals there for? KHALI (louder) That’s no reason... LOTHAR (cuts in - blows his cool) Those are standard military regulations. (cools down, grins) Captain, I appreciate your dedication to the Corps, using your every chip for the intellectual rather than the physical. Very commendable. But, damn it, Captain... (taps her metallic face which makes a “KLANK!” sound) ...Soften up, will you! Now continue with your investigation if you wish... (pauses, then grins) ...Just as long as it does not interface with your military duties. KHALI (taken aback) I..I..I... LOTHAR That’s alright. You can still prepare the third chip-head for surgery this afternoon. KHALI I..I..I... (salutes him) Thank you, Sir. (CONTINUED)

22 7 CONTINUED: (5) LOTHAR (returns a weak salute) And, Captain, if you thought my version of the last objective was a bit too much... (thrusts his pelvis) I wouldn’t go asking General Zmood for his version of the Corps’ objectives! Khali grimaces. Before stepping out of the lab, Lothar takes off his lab uniform. He is also dressed in a futuristic outfit (similar to Moorlocke’s, but not exactly alike). Then, he grabs his groin...like all macho-males do to make sure they’ve still got it. He swings open the doors and notices the Sergeant up ahead. LOTHAR (debonair) Sergeant Zeplin. Lunch break! Khali, GROWLING with frustration, is about to smash her fist through the monitor...when she stops. She quickly grabs the clip board and RAMS her fist through that instead. 8 INT. - CELL - DAY 8 CLOSE ON - The gelatinous muck oozing from the cracks in the wall and down into a cloth strainer. Zia takes the cloth strainer, then twists it until the cloudy liquid from the gelatinous muck drips into the cup. She then takes a relatively “clean” cloth and rinses it with the cloudy liquid. MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke, still out cold, lying on the floor. Zia gently wipes the blood from his face. Then, he begins to stir, letting out a slight MOAN. Suddenly, his eyes pop open...He looks disoriented and terrified. ZIA (big cheerful smile) Good morning! Moorlocke quickly scrambles to his feet as if his adrenalin just blasted off the running blocks. A bit wobbly, he twirls around to get his bearings. MOORLOCKE Where am I? Virtual reality!

(CONTINUED)

23 8 CONTINUED: Before Zia can answer, Moorlocke rushes against the wall and SMASHES his fist against it -- a mighty KLANK! sound rings...Oblivious to any pain whatsoever, he attacks the other wall with his fist -- KLANK! ZIA Are you nuts? This is not a virtual reality! Moorlocke, wild-eyed, grabs the small mirror beside the cloth strainer and cup...among Zia’s other knickknacks. He looks at himself in the mirror. MOORLOCKE Then, I’m in a dream reality! (smashes the mirror, then grabs Zia by the collar) Haven’t I seen you at the ‘Watering Hole Pub’?...Ellie the stripper! ZIA (angrily) This is no dream reality! This is real. I am real. You are real. MOORLOCKE You say. But how do I know you are real. ZIA (her tolerance level reaches its peak) Good morning! Reality check! Then, with all the might she can muster, she SLUGS Moorlocke’s mid-section. He kneels over, gasping for air. ZIA There, you see, I told you so. I am real. You are real. And this cell we are in is real. Got that, brain-head! She helps Moorlocke onto the bench, propping him up against the wall. (CONTINUED)

24 8 CONTINUED: (2) ZIA Rest and recoup. I didn’t bribe the dick-head to watch you destroy yourself. MOORLOCKE (bewildered) Uh?!..Where..who..who am I?.. And..and you? ZIA I’m Zia. Now, just take it easy. You probably lost your short- term memory while being probed by those dick-heads! You’ll get it back soon enough. Moorlocke starts to hyperventilate...His eyes wildly wandering everywhere. He’s trying to force himself to remember. MOORLOCKE I’ve..I’ve got..to..to know..my name...my purpose here... ZIA (grabs him) I said relax, brain-head! Don’t get yourself riled up! MOORLOCKE Name..think back...last month... Moorlocke...Yes, my name is Moorlocke.. What..I..ranger...Scout Ranger... ZIA (tries to shake him out of it) Calm down! You’re not a chip- head, so don’t get into a loop! Moorlocke does not feel Zia shaking him. He is hyperventilating himself into a convulsion...on the verge of snapping...turning into a mental vegetable...he’s tensing up!

(CONTINUED)

25 8 CONTINUED: (3) MOORLOCKE My mission...what is...cannot function...Ranger’s life is mission... no mission...no purpose...no...life!.. Zia, frantically trying to snap him out of it, starts to SLAP his face. ZIA Hey, we know your name, Moorlocke. That’s good! Now snap out of it! You’re losing control! Moorlocke doesn’t listen, blabbing nonsense and convulsing. Zia stares into his eyes. ZIA (CONT’D) Good morning! Reality check! Zia SLUGS Moorlocke’s mid-section, again. He definitely snaps out of it, grabbing his aching mid-section and letting out a GROAN. You think he’d be grateful for Zia saving him, but...No! He’s madder than hell. MOORLOCKE I wish you’d stop doing that. It’s rather annoying. I was trying to scare myself into remembering! ZIA (sarcastic) It doesn’t seem to have worked! MOORLOCKE My name is Moorlocke..something, something...Scout Ranger...with...with an undetermined mission...as of now. (eyes her with suspicion) So, Zia, this is reality. Is there something you want to know? Maybe you want me to show you the entrance to the subterranean city? Hanging around here till I can recall my mission, eh? (CONTINUED)

26 8 CONTINUED: (4) ZIA Don’t flatter yourself! I don’t give a damn about any of that! Moorlocke reaches for Zia and starts to “probe” her...touch her hair, inspect the back of her ears. He is harassing her. Zia doesn’t like it. She back away. MOORLOCKE What’s a 66 model body doing wth with the memory banks of a 67 model? Moorlocke moves slowly towards her...menacing...ready to pounce on her. ZIA Cut the crap, Moorlocke brain- head! You think I’m a spy...an informer working for those dick- head! MOORLOCKE Now that’s a thought...worthy of a 68 mode. Suddenly, he pounces on Zia, grabbing her by the throat and SLAMMING her up against the wall. MOORLOCKE (insane) What other surprises have you got, Miss Bag-of-Tricks? Just before Moorlocke’s right fist hits Zia’s face, she knocks away his left hand from around her throat and ducks...his fist SMASHES against the wall instead. Zia is really pissed off...enough is enough. He tries to lunge at her, but she side-steps. Moorlocke CRASHES into the wall. As he tries to get up and turn, Zia straddles him...pressing his head against the low bench along the wall (her crotch on his throat, helplessly pinning him down).

(CONTINUED)

27 8 CONTINUED: (5) MOORLOCKE (pleasantly surprised) The agility and cunning of the 69 model... ZIA (cuts in - angrily) The power of a 70 model to snap your neck! (grabs his hair and stares at him) Now listen clearly, Moorlocke brain-head! What you do with your mission, your subterranean city, your own god-damn self is irrelevant to me! You are taking me out of Silicon City before they start using me for spare parts! (raises her clenched fist as if to strike him) Or you’re dead meat...Right here, right now! MOORLOCKE Well, under any other circumstance, I would rather enjoy this; but, you’re giving me a sore neck! (Zia is about to hit him...) Okay! Okay! I’ll help! Scout’s honor! Moorlocke tries to raise his arm as in a pledge but it is stuck underneath Zia’s leg. 9 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 9 ANGLE ON - Khali seated in front of her control panel as she unlocks the side-drawer. She looks to make sure that nobody is around, then she takes a small tray (2 inches square) that contains 6 blank, transparent-like tablets, memory chips. She sets it on top of the counter, then, she sits up straight on her chair and reprograms her memory bank. KHALI Shut down all non-essential memory functions. (CONTINUED)

28 9 CONTINUED: Automatically, Khali’s head twitches...as the command registers in her memory bank...then her whole body, except for her head and right arm, goes limp and she slumps over her chair. (Her head and right arm do function, but the movements are quite “robotic”.) At the same time that her body goes limp, she opens her mouth and out pops a similar small tray of 6 reddish memory chips. Using her right hand, she replaces the reddish memory chips from her mouth with the blank memory chips on top of the counter. Finally, her head twitches again (assimilating the memory chip). (She will speak in a robotic voice throughout the scene.) KHALI Ready for input. (as she punches data into monitor, she speaks out) Data regarding brain-head and three chip-heads. As she waits for the computer to retrieve the information, Khali impatiently TAPS her fingers. ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Khali still waiting for the computer’s reply as she begins to GROWL with frustration. KHALI Shitty machines! When she BANGS the monitor, it finally starts to print out the data on screen. Khali starts reading. KHALI First observed two weeks ago... coming from North-Eastern sector... New Boise. Headed south-west until neutron mine incapacitated them one week ago at outskirts of Silicon City. Two chip-heads self-destructed. Brain-head and third chip-head still functioning. She stops reading and starts to assimilate and analyze the data...twitching her head now and again. (CONTINUED)

29 9 CONTINUED: (2) KHALI 230 kilometers in one week? That is slow by any Scout standard... They must have been searching for something...and/or somebody. (punches data - reads it out) Info regarding New Boise. This time the monitor prints out the date instantly...but it doesn’t make sense...it’s printing out nonsense words. Khali, GROWLING with rage, STRIKES the monitor...causing her to slump slightly lower on her chair. At the same time, the monitor tilts off from the panel (due to Khali hitting it). Now, it starts to print out legibly. KHALI (reads info) New Boise...commune town started by Professor Manfred Elset and twelve non-military chip-heads... Eccentric scientist...blah, blah, blah... She presses the fast forward and the data speeds up. Then she slows it down, catching something interesting. KHALI Two months ago...unusually high Scout activities in sector...One month ago...North-Eastern Squad 22 sent to investigate...All communications ceased after Squad 23 reported huge explosion two days later. Squad 23 sent to investigate...No known survivors. (pause to absorb data, then...) Nothing! Shit! She angrily BANGS the monitor...not being able to come up with anything significant. But, in the process, she slips lower off her chair. She tries to pull herself up straight, but her right hand is barely able to hold onto the seat of the chair. Then, she notices on the monitor.

(CONTINUED)

30 9 CONTINUED: (3) KHALI (voice straining as she hangs onto her seat and reads) Update info...Three weeks ago... non-military chip-head picked up wandering 50 kilometers south- west of sector. Cleared military customs...standard domestic service model. Detained at Silicon City Jail. Destined for spare parts in two days if unwilling to down load 23 percent memory bank to be replaced by philosophy and teachings of Silicon City founding father, Dick Blatt. Chip- head name is... (stretches her head to take a better look at the bottom of the monitor) ...Zia Elset the Twelve. Khali tries to grab the counter top for added support...to straighten herself up on the chair. But, she grabs the key board...which is not attached to the counter. She slips and CRASHES onto the floor. ANGLE ON - Khali trying to get off the floor by using her right hand...nothing doing...She’s too heavy to lift herself up with one arm. KHALI Help! I have fallen and cannot get up! Khali then notices the small tray of 6 reddish memory chips just hanging on the edge of the counter. She HITS the counter top from underneath, trying to dislodge the small tray of memory chips. SLOW MOTION - KHALI’S POV - Not only the small tray of memory chips falling off the edge, but also the monitor...yes, it gets its revenge...it slides off the counter top and heads directly for her...CRASH! ANGLE ON - Khali with the monitor stuck in her face...SPARKS and smoke come off the monitor.

31 10 INT. - CELL - DAY 10 ANGLE ON - Moorlocke holding a piece of paper (map of Silicon City) like it had some kind of disease as he waves it at Zia. They are having a heated discussion. (He’s trying to cut down her plans.) MOORLOCKE Even if this really does show where the Underground Transport Docking Area is... ZIA (cuts in - certain) For a memory chip, you can bribe those dick-heads to do practically anything. Moorlocke SNORTS...he hates to admit she’s correct. He hands the map to Zia as if he wasn’t that interested. MOORLOCKE Okay, it’s accurate! (very sarcastic) So, we simply stroll into the Transport Dock; hop on a rail-car and escape to Salem using the Northern tunnel. After which, you go your way, and I can go back to my mission...presuming I can remember it by then. ZIA You got problems with that? MOORLOCKE For starters, no laser-gun, no way! ZIA And I thought you called yourself a Scout Ranger. (chastises him) You know better than I do that those dick-heads guarding the Transport Dock wouldn’t expect a surprise attack from the inside... with or without laser-guns! (CONTINUED)

32 10 CONTINUED: Moorlocke realizes she’s got a point. He grins, not liking to admit it. MOORLOCKE Okay...you’re good, but...you just bribed one too many memory chip away... (goes to door and SLAMS his fist at it) How do we escape from here? Bribe our way out!? (mimics her) ‘Oh, here, Mister Dick-Head, a memory chip and could you please leave the door open for a couple of hours. My, my, thank you! Too-di-loo!’ ZIA (furious - confronts him) I have never given up one of my own chips. I fooled those dick- heads into thinking that I’m nothing more than a simple minded, domestic model. (sarcastic) What a brain-head you turned out to be! (seductively - fondles her breasts) It pays to be a ‘female’ chip-head. There’s more here than meets the eye. She twitches her head and out pops a “bluish” memory chip from her mouth. She takes it and shows it to Moorlocke. MOORLOCKE (astonished) A ‘spiked’ memory chip! Why, I haven’t seen... Moorlocke doesn’t finish his sentence. He’s just overwhelmed as he examines it.

(CONTINUED)

33 10 CONTINUED: (2) ZIA When they feed us tonight, I’ll bribe the dick-head for more silicon sludge. He won’t know what hit him! Moorlocke nods his head and smiles. He’s very impressed. MOORLOCKE You’re very good. ZIA (rather shyly) Well, the Professor would really be pissed off if he found out I took a bunch. MOORLOCKE (raises an eyebrow of suspicion) Maybe just too good. The escape...everything. ZIA (doesn’t like his tone) Just what are you getting at! MOORLOCKE Since you know so much... (pointedly) Why do you need me at all? ZIA You damn brain-head! You still don’t trust me! MOORLOCKE Hell, yes! You can escape all by yourself. You don’t need me. Zia starts to break down. The stress is too much for her. Her eyes start to water. ZIA But I do!...Believe me... (CONTINUED)

34 10 CONTINUED: (3) MOORLOCKE (needles her) Why? What are you hiding? (no reply, she’s choked up with tears) Ergo...something does not compute. You are on your own. He places the “bluish spiked” memory chip down on the bench, then as he turns... ZIA (blares out - tears rolling down her cheeks) I don’t have any sense of direction. I can’t tell left from right... north or south. I lost it!...I don’t know... maybe it was the explosion...I can’t find my way out! Moorlocke tries to keep from bursting out with laughter ZIA (CONT’D) (sobbing - depressed) I escaped a few days ago... (really cries) ...but I ended up back in my cell....I need you... Moorlocke takes pity on Zia...gives her a hug...trying to calm her down...Then, he looks at her...wipes her tears away...She’s beautiful...He’s beginning to feel some affection. 11 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 11 MOVING CLOSE WITH - Lothar as he enters the lab. He’s very excited and quite eager to get on with the surgery. As he passes Khali... KHALI Colonel, could I have a minute? Lothar stops, quite annoyed. His back is towards Khali. LOTHAR What is it, Captain? (CONTINUED)

35 11 CONTINUED: KHALI There seems to be a link between the Scout renegades and one of the detained chip-heads who was caught near New Boise. Lothar turns and faces Khali. He’s amused...he picks out a piece of broken glass that is embedded in Khali’s face. LOTHAR I see we’ve been interfacing with the monitor, again. KHALI (not amused) Colonel, I think this needs further investigation... LOTHAR (cuts in - forcefully) Captain Khali. Let’s not clutter our programs with matters that don’t concern our present duties. If the

3rd chip-head is ready for surgery; then, Captain, I’m going to make history...liquid memory chip history! Lothar grins, then turns and heads for his control panel. KHALI (angrily under her breath) You never have...and you never will. 12 INT. - CELL - DAY 12 ANGLE ON - Moorlocke hugging Zia as he tries to console her. MOORLOCKE Hey, I’m..I’m sorry for being hard on you. I never guessed you were so sensitive. (CONTINUED)

36 12 CONTINUED: ZIA (grins - breaks away) Get real! One of my chips accidentally triggered the sprayers. Moorlocke gives Zia a sour look. Feeling a bit tired, he sits down against a corner wall. MOORLOCKE If we ever make it up North, how do you intend to make your way without a directional finder? ZIA I won’t need one. From the Salem marshes where the railway ends, I’ll follow the Lava River upstream, Eastwards, all the way to home sweet home...New Boise. Suddenly, CLOSE ON - Moorlocke grabbing his aching head as he SHRIEKS with pain...excruciating pain...as if one of the needle-spikes was probing into his brain. Zia, bewildered, rushes up to him. ZIA Moorlocke, what’s wrong?...Talk to me...Moorlocke!... The pain subsides...just as quickly as it came, it has gone away. Moorlocke shakes his head clear, then takes a deep breath. MOORLOCKE Whatever it was, New Boise must have sparked some of my lost short- term memory...Jackson Moorlocke, Colonel, First Division, Scout Rangers. ZIA I kind of like Moorlocke brain-head better. He cracks a grin, then he realizes something. (CONTINUED)

37 12 CONTINUED: (2) MOORLOCKE Hey, you come from New Boise! ZIA So, what of it? MOORLOCKE Talk about jumping from the frying pan to the fire! That’s the edge of the dead zone... electrical storms, geothermal eruptions. Even those dick-heads know to stay away from that area. ZIA (angrily) Why, is the subterranean city any better? With all of your wisdom, you brain-heads still manage to screw yourselves up. First you ruined the environment, then you made things worst by hiding from your responsibilities in that rat- hole you call Subterranean City. Zia takes and folds her tattered overcoat, then places it behind Moorlocke’s back for him to be comfortable. ZIA (CONT’D) But karma has a very nice way of coming back and biting your ass. The last brain-head living above- ground, the mutant scientist, Doctor Dick Blatt, left behind a legion of dick-heads...who seek revenge and total war against the subterranean dwellers. (snorts) Mother Nature really screwed up with brain-heads. It’s the first species created to annihilate itself. (CONTINUED)

38 12 CONTINUED: (3) MOORLOCKE Hey, I just remembered my last name, so what do you want already? Zia realizes she’s gone a bit too far. She smiles ruefully. ZIA Sorry. The Professor always said I had a mean set of chips. Moorlocke smiles as he comfortably leans against the wall. MOORLOCKE This Professor...he must have some kind of brain to have programmed you. ZIA The Professor? Oh, I guess he’s your average genius, but.. (glowingly) ...with a passion for life. He feeds me chips of literature, art… dancing and music...soul, jazz, folk, rap... MOORLOCKE (cuts in - tries to act smart) Oh, you mean the classics! ZIA Yes...and the classics. He’s a ball of energy, the Professor. He’s either fixing the weather machines, inventing new devices or busy finding ways to better his surroundings. A model to all brain-heads. MOORLOCKE (a bit jealous) I guess, you and the Professor must have a pretty good relationship.

(CONTINUED)

39 12 CONTINUED: (4) ZIA You mean, are we lovers? MOORLOCKE Well, I..I didn’t mean to pry. ZIA I love the Professor and he loves me...as a father loves his child. (sits close to him) And what of Colonel Jason Moorlocke? Do you have a brain-head wife? MOORLOCKE (apprehensively) Let’s drop it! I don’t want to talk about it. This only stirs her curiosity. She gets up. ZIA What’s the matter, some kind of trauma with your brain-head wife for you to end up where you are? MOORLOCKE Cut it out! ZIA Scout Ranger...that’s awfully dangerous...bordering on the insane as a career choice. You’ve got some suicidal tendencies? Doesn’t living interest you any more? (sarcastic) And I thought this cell was small. (pointedly) Life is not permanent...even the dick-heads know that...but it goes on. MOORLOCKE It’s easy for you to say when you’ve got somebody to go home to. (CONTINUED)

40 12 CONTINUED: (5) ZIA If you can’t let go of the past, how can you learn to face you present responsibilities. And what more of the future?

(no reply from Moorlocke) Then wither and die...Let the machines take over the... Moorlocke can’t stand it...can’t stand all the bickering. He grabs her and plants a good solid kiss. Zia is quite pleasantly surprised...rather enjoys it. Then Moorlocke breaks away...he rather enjoyed that, too. But, Zia just can’t hold back... ZIA (sarcastic) That doesn’t solve anything. By now, irritated and tired, Moorlocke starts to mumble to himself. He takes the folded overcoat and PUNCHES it to soften it up. MOORLOCKE (mumbles) There’s no pleasing you. You’re just like every other female... brain-heads or chip-heads! (snaps at her) Just wake me when its feeding time. The sooner we get out of here, the sooner we’ll be rid of each other. He turns and leans against the corner...he doesn’t lie down to sleep, but rather curls up against the corner wall. Zia bites her tongue...angry at herself. ZIA Professor, you are right. I’ve got a mean virus streaking through my chips.

41 13 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 13 CLOSE PAN - The 3rd Chip-Head, CINQUE (pronounced as SIN-Q), strapped down on the operating table. Starting from his feet then towards his head, there are acupuncture-like needles stuck at the various body-joints or pressure points or “chakras”...like the ankles, knee caps, several needles around the groin area, the wrists, elbows, shoulders, and a bunch around the head. We get to see the face of the 3rd Chip-Head, Cinque...he has features of an Afro-American...and he’s out cold. There is a WHIZZING-WHIRLING sound in the background. LOTHER (VOICE OVER) Just because the neutron mine incapacitated the chip-head, doesn’t mean he cannot self- destruct. He turns into a booby-trap... MOVING CLOSE WITH - The dentist-like driller WHIZZING and WHIRLING with a needle on it as it slowly drills the needle through the tiny hole that’s on Cinque’s temple. The needle will go a couple of inches into the temple, then the driller will release the needle...leaving it stuck there like the rest of the needles on Cinque’s body. LOTHAR (VOICE OVER) (continued) They can only be defused externally. These tiny holes, ‘chakras’, must be deactivated through acupuncture... WIDER - The driller is connected to a spider-like robotic arm (that is connected to a metal box on the ceiling). It goes to the small instrument table by the side of the operating table. Another spider-like robotic arm with two fingers will take a needle from the instrument table and stick it into the driller...so that the driller can stick another needle into Cinque’s body. (There are tiny video-cameras that are attached to each of these robotic arms.) But this time, the driller, WHIZZING and WHIRLING, hovers just over Cinque’s chest. The CAMERA WILL MOVE IN CLOSE ON the circular lid with 3 tiny holes that’s on the chest...the heart area (where the liquid memory chip is located).

(CONTINUED)

42 13 CONTINUED: LOTHAR (VOICE OVER) (continued) Simple enough, you would think, Captain... Except for the last 3 ‘chakras’, which have to be opened in some kind of coded sequence... 14 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 14 ANGLE ON - Lothar and Khali seated by their control panels. LOTHAR (CONT’D) ..But through trial and error... KHALI (cuts in) Let me remind the Colonel that its been error So far. They keep on exploding on you. LOTHAR (if looks could kill) I don’t like your underachiever tone-of-voice, Captain. KHALI But the facts prove you’ve been wrong every time...Sir. Lothar is about to counter, when he realizes that she’s got a point...he loses concentration for a second...then, remembers what he was going to say. LOTHAR Well...the fact is...I have finally figured out the sequence. KHALI (a wild guess) Like zapping the last three ‘chakras’ with an electrical charge that’ll expose the liquid memory chip...The miracle chip that can turn the war around for us. Left in your hands? ...Unlikely. (CONTINUED)

43 14 CONTINUED: Lothar has a surprised look. LOTHAR Not a bad idea at all. He snaps out of it. He angrily gets up from his chair and approaches Khali...eying her suspiciously. LOTHAR (CONT’D) I am aware of your psych-op tactics. You’ve been subconsciously transmitting negative vibes...sabotaging my self-esteem... rattling me into failure. KHALI Who, me?! LOTHAR Do you really think I’d use the liquid memory chip, this elusive chip whose capabilities have yet to be determined...for my own personal and selfish motives? (sincerely) Captain, my life is in the service. KHALI (taken aback) Well, I..I wasn’t sure about you and..and your diversions. LOTHAR (patriotically) Why, Captain, the objectives of the Corps come first for me and...and to use the liquid memory chip to achieve those goals...I would be more than privileged. (tries to inspire her) Imagine, Captain, to penetrate the renegade’s hole, his defenses.. the total annihilation and destruction of Subterranean City...to.... (CONTINUED)

44 14 CONTINUED: (2) KHALI (cuts in - enthusiastically) ..To see the brains of the last brain- head in a bottle of formaldehyde! LOTHAR (strange look, then smiles) Ahh..yes. Captain, you have my pledge as an officer. CLOSE ON - Lothar’s back where he hides his hand from Khali because he crosses his fingers. LOTHAR (CONT’D) (pleading) I need you. The Corps needs your superior deductive powers to defuse the booby-trapped chip-head, to retrieve the prize...the liquid memory chip. So what do you say, Captain? KHALI (snappy salute) Your total commitment has inspired me, Colonel. Lothar, elated, returns the salute; but, as he turns his back on Khali, he congratulates himself...Ha! Ha! I fooled her!...He takes his seat at the control panel. LOTHAR So, what do we do now? KHALI (busy inputting info into monitor) Why don’t you hook the triangular electrodes up to the last three ‘chakras’. I just want to check out something. Lothar punches the appropriate command into the keyboard.

45 15 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 15 MOVING CLOSE WITH - The 2-finger robotic arm as it grabs the triangular electrode (a metallic triangle having 3 needles with wires attached) from the instrument table and brings it towards Cinque’s chest. The driller, still BUZZING away, moves out of the way. Then, the 2-finger robotic arm gently lowers the 3-needle triangular electrodes over the lid on Cinque’s chest...and into the 3 tiny holes, “chakras”. Finally, the 2-finger robotic arm will grab the electrode wires (which are connected to a single plug) and plugs it into the monitor that’s attached to the instrument table. 16 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 16 ANGLE ON - Lothar as he excitedly looks at Khali. If he could drool with happiness he would...but, he smacks his lips instead. His hand is just over a red button, ready to zap the last 3 “chakras”. LOTHAR To a new beginning... He is about to press the red button, when... KHALI Wait! I think I found an anomaly. How many ‘chakras’ did you plug? LOTHAR (questioning look) Including the last three ‘chakras’, twenty-two. KHALI Just what I thought. There should be twenty-three! LOTHAR Why twenty-three? Khali starts to punch more date into the monitor. On the monitor in front of her, the 2-finger robotic arm does what Khali wants done -- it will pry Cinque’s mouth open.

(CONTINUED)

46 16 CONTINUED: KHALI Because brain-heads have some inherent genetic programming, bordering on the occult, a morbid and consistent use of the number 23. Of all the numbers, why does 23 appear so often? How many times has 23 been mentioned today? LOTHAR (its a joke, right?) You’re pulling my leg. KHALI Brain-heads aren’t even aware of it themselves. Yet it permeates their lives. Even brain-head movies make significant use of the number 23. Would you believe... THX-1138..Blade Runner..Terminator.. LOTHAR Terminator??!! No. Khali nods her head. Then, she looks at the monitor. KHALI Aha! And there it is. ‘Chakras’ number 23! 17 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 17 CLOSE ON - Cinque’s open mouth exposing his teeth as the driller, WHIZZING and WHIRLING, drills into one of the back molars...drilling the needle into the tooth. LOTHAR (VOICE OVER) And I thought it was just a cavity! The driller continues BUZZING away, driving that needle further down the tooth...reminding us brain-heads to cancel our morning dental appointment. Having finished, the driller retracts, leaving the needle stuck in the tooth.

47 18 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 18 CLOSE ON - Khali ginning with joy. KHALI Make history, Colonel! Lothar presses the red button, then stares at the monitor which has a close-up of the triangular electrode. 19 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 19 CLOSE ON - The triangular electrode as an electrical charge ZAPS the 3 needles...SPARKS fly out of it. Then, with a trickle of smoke, the lid slowly flips open. 20 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 20 CLOSE ON - Lothar with an expression of awe. CLOSE ON - Khali on the verge of bursting with joy. 21 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 21 CLOSE ON - The liquid memory chip as the lid flips open all the way. The liquid memory chip has a slow “heart-beat”...a throbbing, glowing golden color. It’s the same size (2 inch square) as the tray of 6 memory chips, but twice the thickness. It is translucent, almost jello-like in texture with hair-like wires incorporated in it. It sits on a case that’s surrounded by a multitude of colored wires, capacitors, resistors, etc. 22 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 22 MOVING CLOSE ON - Khali as she proudly expresses her feelings. KHALI History will record that today was the beginning of the brain-heads’ demise and total extinction. History will also record how this monumental victory was led by one of Silicon City’s greatest heroes, Colonel Lo... As Khali turns towards Lothar, her face drops...shocked! (CONTINUED)

48 22 CONTINUED: ANGLE ON - Lothar slowly thrusting his pelvis against the control panel (a Pavlovian reaction) as his intention for the liquid memory chip make themselves evident. He’s about to reach an orgasm just thinking about it. LOTHAR Ohh...baby...I can program all 50 volumes of Marquis de Sade’s sexploits...and..and..much more... KHALI (furious) Colonel, you never had any intentions... LOTHAR (cuts in - grins) I had my fingers crossed! So sue me! Khali is furious. She punches some commands into the monitor. KHALI The thing I hate worse than an officer breaking his pledge is (louder) ...A finger-crosser! Well, one finger deserves another. She gives Lothar the finger (an obscene gesture) then she points the finger down and slowly brings it to a red button. LOTHAR What are you doing? (realizes her intentions) You wouldn’t...No! Khali presses the red button. 23 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 23 CLOSE ON - The 2-finger robotic arm as it slowly moves towards Cinque’s temple. It grabs the needle that’s stuck in his temple and pulls it out -- POP! Suddenly, like a pressure-cooker, steam RUSHES out from this tiny hole, “chakras”. (CONTINUED)

49 23 CONTINUED: A SERIES OF QUICK SHOTS: 1.) All at once, the needles start of POP out and smoke pours out of these tiny “chakras”. 2.) Cinque, although strapped down, starts to vibrate and spasm...vibrating the operating table with his shaking. 3.) Cinque opens his mouth and lets out an alarm -- WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO!...Yes, just like a car alarm -- WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO! 24 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 24 CLOSE ON - Lothar can’t believe his dream isn’t going to come true. CLOSE ON - Khali’s grin of revengeful satisfaction. 25 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 25 ANGLE ON - Cinque still WEE-WOOING away as he manages to break loose one of his strapped arms. Aiming his arm towards the glass window, he stops wee-wooing. CINQUE What it is. SLOW MOTION - ANOTHER ANGLE ON - The operating table with Cinque as he EXPLODES...detonating himself from the chest area...robotic body-parts fly everywhere...then, a ball of fire rises from the explosion. 26 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 26 ANGLE ON - The “bullet-proof” glass window as Cinque’s arm STRIKES it and lodges itself halfway through the window. The arm looks quite obscene...all fingers have broken off except for the middle finger which is extended. KHALI (sarcastic) Poetic justice. The mother of all fingers.

(CONTINUED)

50 26 CONTINUED: Lothar doesn’t appreciate her brand of humor. He’s more than pissed off...he angrily screams and lunges at Khali. LOTHAR You saboteur! 27 INT. - CELL - DAY 27 ANGLE ON - Zia as she apprehensively cocks her head towards the door. A cold shiver runs down her back as she rubs herself warm. She looks at Moorlocke. Taking the tattered overcoat, she covers him with it. Moorlocke, leaning against the corner wall, stirs in his sleep. She then sits close to him, glancing anxiously at the door. 28 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 28 ANGLE ON - Lothar and Khali as they grapple and roll on the floor..each bitterly accusing the other of sabotage and unmilitary intentions. Then the CAMERA WILL TILT UP to the monitor where GENERAL ZMOOD glares down on them. (The General talks with a lisp. He looks kind of chubby...and yes, he’s got homosexual tendencies.) GENERAL ZMOOD (highly irritated) Colonel, this is General Zmood. Lothar and Khali stop fighting. As they look up at the monitor, their angry faces drop...they look like little children caught with their hands in the cookie jar. Lothar gets up and stands at attention. Khali follows, standing right behind him. GENERAL ZMOOD (CONT’D) I have given you a mandate and I thought you could handle it. Well, you have bungled the job! I’ll have you demoted, strip you of your rank, then throw you in the stockade. Lothar doesn’t look too good...his world is crashing down. Khali grins. She whispers. KHALI It’s about time the General did something about your perversions. (CONTINUED)

51 28 CONTINUED: GENERAL ZMOOD (CONT’D) (really lets him have it) You are a disgrace! I asked for ‘Devon does Dallas’ and not ‘Debbie does Dallas’, Colonel Butlik! LOTHAR Ahh, General Zmood, begging your pardon, I’m Colonel Lothar. General Zmood does a double take, looking closer at the monitor in front of him. Then he realizes he’s made a mistake...how embarrassing??!!! GENERAL ZMOOD Ahh..well..ahh...De-program that last message. Colonel Lothar... ahh, yes...I also wanted to speak to you. Your name has been under consideration as a possible candidate to sit with High Command. In effect, a possible promotion to General. Lothar has the biggest smile...he’s elated...so elated that he gives a hard back elbow to Khali, who is directly behind him. LOTHAR Yes! Khali falls backwards to the floor, gasping for air. GENERAL ZMOOD (CONT’D) But...don’t get your hopes too high, there's a hitch. I’ll see you at twenty hundred hours. Congratulations and good luck, Colonel. (looks at his other monitor) Ah, Colonel Butlik, this is General Zmood. I have given you a mandate and I thought you could... Lothar shuts the monitor off. With his ego much boosted, he stares down at Khali...Oh, sweet revenge.. (CONTINUED)

52 28 CONTINUED: (2) LOTHAR (gloating) So, me, a general. Captain Khali, I truly appreciate all the help you’ve give me. Rest assured... (insanely) ..It’s payback time! I’m ending your investigation...terminating the brain- head and the domesticated chip-head in 24 hours...make that 23 hours. (snickers as he leaves the lab) That’s voodoo justice for you! Khali, to say the least, is frustrated and furious...where is the justice??!!...but she’s not stumped yet. She gets up and presses the intercom button and speaks into it. KHALI Have maintenance prepare the operating room for surgery... (shouts) ...And make it now! 29 INT. - CELL - DAY 29 CLOSE ON - The door as it suddenly SWINGS open and the muscular Lab Technician steps in. CLOSE ON - Zia surprised, then frightened. She tries to wake Moorlocke, but he’s totally out of it. ZIA Moorlocke, wake up! It’s time! She looks around for the bluish “spiked” chip and spots it. ZIA’S POV - The bluish “spiked” chip on the bench. She gets up and makes her way towards the bench. ZIA Isn’t it kind of early for dinner? (CONTINUED)

53 29 CONTINUED: LAB TECHNICIAN Dinner...Not! Him... ZIA (cuts in - enraged) We had an agreement. The brain- head stays still morning! LAB TECHNICIAN Not! (points at her) You! Zia is now really scared. She backs away from him. ZIA Why me? What do they want from... Before Zia can finish her sentence, the Lab Technician snatches her, grabbing her by the collar and lifting her off her feet. LAB TECHNICIAN Interrogation. Zia tries to kick and punch him...but to no avail. The Lab Technician takes her out of the cell and shuts the door. CLOSE ON - The bluish “spiked” chip on the bench. MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke still fast asleep as he stirs and lets out a soft moan (more of an annoying mumble)...totally oblivious to what just happened. 30 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 30 MOVING CLOSE ON - Zia with her feet just touching the floor and with her elbows hooked up by chains from the ceiling...resembling a puppet on strings. There is an oval, halo-like device over her head with a huge 6-inch needle-like probe. The probe can move around using the halo as a track and depending where Khali wants to “drill” into Zia’s memory banks (brain). The probe is BUZZING and WHIZZING away, aimed directly at Zia’s temple. Zia, tearfully, looks at the probe. There are already a few “drill” holes with greenish goo trickling down the sides of her forehead. (CONTINUED)

54 30 CONTINUED: ZIA I told you I’m just a simple domestic service model. I don’t know anything about Scout Rangers coming to New Boise. Please... please believe me. There is a T.V. monitor that’s suspended in front of Zia with Khali on it...so that they can communicate. KHALI (robotic voice - grins) Stop whining! The data I want is in here...somewhere! (presses a button) ZIA (sobbingly) No...please...I don’t want to lose my memo... The probe, BUZZING and WHIZZING, drills into her temple. Zia CRIES out in agony...then she stops and automatically she begins to twitch...her head...then her whole body shakes...finally, she stops shaking...she stands in a trance-like state... ZIA (robotic voice) Place fork on left side of plate. Little spoon goes on top of plate... KHALI (on the monitor - mad) Shit! Nothing again! (presses a button) The probe retracts itself...leaving a tiny hole on her temple with a greenish goo trickling out of it. The probe then moves towards Zia’s forehead, still BUZZING.

55 31 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 31 CLOSE ON - The monitor where we can see Zia in tears. ZIA ...lose my memory. Please, I know nothing about any experiments. I just cook and clean for the Professor. WIDER - Khali is also suspended by chains to hold her up (so that she doesn’t have to sit on a chair and fall down like the last time). This time, there’s a tripod on either side with a bar connecting the tripods (like a child’s swing). There are chains attached to this bar in order to prop Khali up. Only her head and right arm are functioning. The reddish tray of memory chip is on the counter top beside her. KHALI There is more to life than just cooking and cleaning. (angrily raises fist at monitor) I want to know what experiments Professor Manfred Elset was working on! 32 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 32 Suddenly, ANGLE ON - Zia as she again goes into a trance...her head twitches. (And this is without the probe in her.) She will speak...not in her own voice, but that of Professor MANFRED ELSET. ZIA I am Professor Manfred Elset with an important message of hope. KHALI (on monitor - surprised) A post-hypnotic program! How clever, Professor! (she shuts off the probe) Zia starts to sing and tap dance!!! Yes, tap-dancing...looking quite ridiculous hanging like a puppet singing and tap-dancing. ZIA ‘Zippidee doo-daa, Zippidee hey’...

56 33 INT. - LABORATORY - DAY 33 CLOSE ON - Khali as her head twitches...assimilating the data while she watches Zia tap-dancing. KHALI That is it! The Professor used Morse Code...Tip-Tap..Tip-Tip.. On the monitor, Zia continues to sing and tap-dance... ZIA (CONT’D) ‘My, my, my, what a wonderful day’... Khali’s head is really twitching much faster...and faster...trying to make some sense of this tip-tap dancing Morse code... ZIA (CONT’D) ‘Plenty of sunshine plenty of rays’... Khali’s head is twitching so much and so fast that smoke starts to trickle out of her ears, mouth and nose. KHALI Memory bank overload...Critical... Discontinue... With the smoke starting to really pour out, Khali looks away from the monitor...where Zia is still singing and tap-dancing. KHALI Halt...halt program! On the monitor, Zia stops singing and tap-dancing. Khali COUGHS out a lung full of smoke...Then in a frustrated rage, she’s about to bang the monitor, when she stops and BANGS the counter-top instead (she has learned her lesson concerning the monitor). KHALI I need larger memory capacity. (bangs counter top again) (CONTINUED)

57 33 CONTINUED: ANGLE ON - One of the legs of the tripod as it collapses...Sending Khali forward...sending her head towards the monitor...CRASH! KHALI (muffled) ...Or I need new head. 34 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - DAY 34 CLOSE ON - Zia in pain and weeping... ZIA Please, no more...I don’t know anything about any experiments... I don’t want to lose my memory... DISSOLVE TO: 35 INT. - CELL - NIGHT 35 The CAMERA WILL MOVE IN, faster and faster as if somebody was trying to sneak up on Moorlocke, who is soundly asleep in the corner...Suddenly... CUT TO: DREAM. 36 INT. - GENERAL CID’S OFFICE - NIGHT 36 (NOTE: Once again, in a dream, everything is in white and depthless. There is a white desk and 4 white chairs...for now.) CLOSE ON - Moorlocke fighting with the 3rd Chip-Head, Cinque. They are on the floor with Moorlocke on the bottom and Cinque struggling to keep on top. ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Moorlocke as he SLUGS Cinque off him. INDIO (OFF SCREEN) I told you, Cinque, don’t disturb sleeping brain-heads! Cinque recovers and is about to punch Moorlocke, when Moorlocke blocks and grabs his arm, then... (CONTINUED)

58 36 CONTINUED: CLOSE ON - Cinque’s arm as Moorlocke SMASHES it against the edge of the desk...Suddenly, it SHOOTS off...yes, like a rocket...a self-propelled harpoon-like arm. ANGLE ON - The white door into the office room as the arm STRIKES it, punching a hole through it. CINQUE What it is. They continue to grapple and fight...that is, Cinque fighting without the use of one of his arms. KHAN Uh-oh! Break it up! It’s the General! There are two Chip-Heads watching on the side. INDIO is an American Indian chip-head and KHAN is an Oriental chip-head. They are dressed alike (with a few individual and ethnic details). Moorlocke and Cinque stop fighting. They get up and stand at attention in front of the desk...well, not really at attention. GENERAL CID is not amused, looking at the hole through the door as he enters. (The General, with a face hard with experience, is a no-nonsense chip-head.) GENERAL CID (to Cinque) The next time that happens, I’m having the M.P.’s confiscate them. You can walk around without arms during your shore-leave for all I care, Colonel Cinque. CINQUE (protests) A joke, General. What it is! What it is...a joke! Moorlocke, Indio and Khan join in his defense. MOORLOCKE We were just letting off some steam, General. (CONTINUED)

59 36 CONTINUED: (2) INDIO Just a bit of fun... KHAN Yeah, General, we... The General angrily stares at Khan, cutting him short. He walks to his desk. GENERAL CID A joke? Letting off some steam? (grabs a stack of bills and angrily waves it at them) Here are the frigging bills for the fun you had at the Watering Hole Pub! (drops the stack on the desk) I don’t have to remind you of the rules...If you can’t pay, in the brig you stay. They ERUPT, complaining at the same time..”Unfair, what it is?”...”For a few broken chairs?”...”Don’t forget the bar counter?”...”Oh, yeah”... GENERAL CID (CONT’D) ...or... (louder) ...Or...accept the next assignment in lieu of your debts. They settle down, having little choice. GENERAL CID (CONT’D) The job calls for all four of you to work together. They really ERUPT more loudly and angrily at the General. CINQUE It ain’t in our contract...what it is! INDIO Are you trying to set a precedent, General. (CONTINUED)

60 36 CONTINUED: (3) KHAN Yeah! I protest! MOORLOCKE You can’t force this job down our throats! GENERAL CID (above their voices) There’s a first time for everything! Accept it...or... Moorlocke is about to physically respond to the General, when Khan pulls him back. KHAN There’s no choice, Moorlocke. INDIO Yeah...either we accept or spend the next three weeks in the cooler. MOORLOCKE (angrily) Something doesn’t look right here. General Cid stares at Moorlocke for a moment, then he turns his gaze, not minding him. He hands each of them a folder. GENERAL CID Thank you for volunteering, Gentlemen. Here’s the... What’s wrong now, Colonel Cinque? CINQUE Sir...I don’t have any prejudices, what it is...working with Orientals and Indians. (eyes Moorlocke) But I don’t know about brain-heads. They is different...what it is. Moorlocke lunges at Cinque, only to be held back by Khan (Indio holds Cinque back).

(CONTINUED)

61 36 CONTINUED: (4) General Cid stands up and BANGS his fist on the desk, getting their attention. GENERAL CID I would like to proceed with the briefing! Moorlocke, a bit hot under the collar, turns on him. MOORLOCKE So what’s the big deal about this job? We’ve done coordinated assaults before. Something does not compute here! General Cid stares at Moorlocke, then he walks around his desk and faces the 3 Chip-Head, motioning them to take a seat. They sit down. GENERAL CID Colonels Khan, Indio and Cinque. Three, One, Three, Four, Nine. Voice I.D., General Cid. Post- hypnotic program Eight Dash J. Five minutes shut down. Automatically, the 3 Colonels twitch their heads...then like the 3 little monkeys...See No Evil, Hear No Evil, and Speak No Evil...Cinque uses only one hand to cover his eyes...they stay in this position till the end of this scene. GENERAL CID (grins at them) Scout Rangers can be a pain in the ass, but I do have my fun. Moorlocke does not think it’s funny as he glances at the General. The General leans against the desk and seriously looks at Moorlocke. GENERAL CID Moorlocke, what I’m about to tell you is classified. (takes a deep breath) Subterranean City is dying. (CONTINUED)

62 36 CONTINUED: (5) MOORLOCKE (taken aback) Huh!? Dying? What do you mean, dying? GENERAL CID (pointedly) A study was done and the verdict was handed to the Governing Committee. The subterranean city was a mistake. There won’t be a next generation of brain-heads to take over the world...unless, there is a return to the natural, environmentally correct path of life. MOORLOCKE (shocked) I...I didn’t realize... GENERAL CID (scornfully) What do you care...You never really give a damn about anything or anybody since your wife... MOORLOCKE (cuts in - flares up) It’s none of your god-damn business.. I do my job and that’s all there is to it! GENERAL CID It’s lucky for brain-heads that there are people like Professor Manfred Elset who care. He theorized that the constant electrical storms and geo-thermal eruptions at New Boise were perfect for his ozone replenisher. And it works! (takes one folder and looks at it) Unfortunately, the Dick-Heads walked in at the wrong time at the right place. (MORE)

63 36 CONTINUED: (6) GENERAL CID (CONT’D) (sighs) We believe that a lone survivor managed to escape...one of the Professor’s chip-heads who doesn’t know she’s carrying the Professor’s notes in her. (hands Moorlocke the folder) Moorlocke, that chip-head is mankind’s last ray of hope. MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke as he takes the folder. He looks at it, then blankly stares at the General. MOORLOCKE What if she’s captured? GENERAL CID Priority One, Moorlocke. Go after her...whatever the cost. MOORLOCKE You know the Dick-Heads will use their mind machines. I could tell them everything...like right now. GENERAL CID If you’re on a mind machine now, Moorlocke....then it’s too late, isn’t it? Moorlocke stares at the General...he does have a point. Then, he turns his gaze towards the folder that he holds. He opens it and looks at it. CUT TO: REAL TIME. 37 INT. - CELL - NIGHT 37 CLOSE ON - Moorlocke as he violently wakes up. He is sweating profusely and blood trickles from the puncture marks on his forehead. Disoriented, he looks around. MOORLOCKE Zia? (CONTINUED)

64 37 CONTINUED: WIDER - Moorlocke is all alone in the cell. He sadly realizes everything was a dream as he bows his head. MOORLOCKE Zia doesn’t exist. (angrily bangs his fist against the wall) Damn! The mind machine! Suddenly, ANGLE ON - The door as it opens and the Lab Technician enters carrying a bucket of silicon sludge. He takes a spoon and dishes out the slop into a bowl, then puts it on the bench. Moorlocke, wide-eyed, gets up. He notices something on the bench. MOORLOCKE’S POV - The bluish “spiked” chip on the bench. MOORLOCKE Zia’s real. He takes the chip and holds it out to the Lab Technician. MOORLOCKE I want more sludge. The Lab Technician looks at the chip curiously, then nods his head. He dishes another spoonful of the goo; then, keeping his distance from Moorlocke, takes the chip. MOORLOCKE (to himself) Eat the ‘spiked’ chip, Dick-Head... Go on...before you close the door. The Lab Technician eyes the chip, then he decides to leave without eating it. Moorlocke’s face turns desperate...Oh, no...He tries to rush at the door, but the Lab Technician closes it. Moorlocke CURSES under his breath...all hope is gone. Suddenly, ANOTHER ANGLE ON - The door as it BURSTS open. The Lab Technician jumps in....singing James Brown’s “I FEEL GOOD!’...and dances, a couple of James Brown’s twirls with a leg-split thrown in. (CONTINUED)

65 37 CONTINUED: (2) LAB TECHNICIAN (sings) ‘I feel good... Like I knew that I would... I feel good... Like I knew that I would, now.’ Moorlocke burst out laughing. He doesn’t let this opportunity slip away. LAB TECHNICIAN (CONT’D) (sings) ‘So good...So good...cause I got you...’ Moorlocke grabs the Lab Technician, after he does a twirl, then runs him against the wall -- SMASH! The Lab Technician manages to get a James Brown “Yeah!” before he collapses to the floor, out cold. Moorlocke, quite pleased, leaves the cell, locking the door. 38 INT. - LABORATORY - NIGHT 38 CLOSE ON - Khali with a few pieces of glass embedded in her face as she salutes General Zmood. KHALI General, I’ve uncovered information that’ll change the course of brain-head history. It will bring their certain defeat, their downfall... WIDER - General Zmood is a bit effeminate in his action and he talks with a lisp. He is not too impressed. In fact, he’s not interested at all. GENERAL ZMOOD Still having problems interfacing with the monitor, Captain Khali? KHALI Allow me to present the evidence, General. You’ll see... (CONTINUED)

66 38 CONTINUED: GENERAL ZMOOD Splendid, Captain! Send me your report in triplicate in the morning. KHALI But, General... General Zmood raises an eyebrow of discontent, cutting Khali’s protest short. Then, he turns towards Lothar and “gayly” throws his hands in the air. GENERAL ZMOOD Speaking of history, it’s your time to be in the spotlight, Colonel Lothar. Lothar, beaming with happiness, proudly stands at attention. GENERAL ZMOOD (CONT’D) We’ve been conducting a top secret experiment. (whispers) Not even High Command is aware... (looks around) Not even the Inner Council knows. LOTHAR (questioning stare) That leaves only you, General. GENERAL ZMOOD (looks him over, especially his lower torso) I can see why you’re General material, Colonel. Very observant... (flutters his eyes) And quite ‘macho’. Lothar halfheartedly smiles, knowing all too well the implications. Khali looks disgusted at the whole procedure. MOVING CLOSE TOWARDS - The small tray of dark, prune-textured memory chips as General Zmood takes it out of his pocket and sets it on the counter top. (CONTINUED)

67 38 CONTINUED: (2) GENERAL ZMOOD We have finally succeeded in the search for the secret ingredients. We synthesized brain-cells mixed with a spoonful of crystallized anabolic steroids; then, irradiated it with silicon as a binding agent. ‘Viola’, Silicon City’s first liquid

memory chip! Khali’s eyes open as wide as they’ll ever get...with awe and wonder. Lothar looks at it with apprehension. LOTHAR Looks like it was irradiated just a tad over well-done! General Zmood GIGGLES; then, in a serious tone... GENERAL ZMOOD Colonel Lothar, you have the honour to be the first to use it. (his hands flutter up) And you have the chance to be promoted to General...if you succeed. LOTHAR (anxiously) You...you mean, its never been tested before? GENERAL ZMOOD (pats Lothar’s cheek) As I said, very observant...Hmmm.. (sweetly flutters his eyes) You simply replace your secondary memory bank function with this chip. Khali can’t hold herself back any longer. She steps forward, protesting.

(CONTINUED)

68 38 CONTINUED: (3) KHALI General, you can’t think Colonel Lothar is worthy to use the liquid memory chip! His sexual tendencies

override his military abilities. He doesn’t function properly. General Zmood cozies up to Lothar. GENERAL ZMOOD Ohhh...how flattering...Hmmm... KHALI (steps up closer) General, I deserve to be the first to use the liquid memory chip. Lothar, using the palm of his hand on Khali’s face, pushes her away. LOTHAR You deserve a punch in the face, that’s what! Khali stumbles backwards. This only angers her more. She looks at Lothar with piercing eyes. Lothar, smiling happily, picks up the dark liquid memory chip with relish. He looks at it...his pelvis starts to thrust slowly. Khali is not going to let Lothar use the chip. She steps forward and grins at him. KHALI Colonel Lothar...What is...the Fourth Objective of the Corps? Suddenly, Lothar, in a trance, tosses the liquid memory chip away (Khali catches it). Then he jumps General Zmood, pinning him against the counter and thrusting his pelvis at him. The General, taken by surprise, starts to enjoy it. In fact, he starts moaning and calls out....”More”...”Faster”...”Yesss”... Khali eyes the dark liquid memory chip with anticipation. (CONTINUED)

69 38 CONTINUED: (4) KHALI To unlimited programs...To the destruction of Subterranean City and death to all brain-heads! Khali twitches her head. A small red tray of memory chips pops from her mouth. She replaces it with the dark liquid memory chip. Her head twitches, assimilating it. But she does not stop twitching. It gets more violent. She’s shaking all over. Suddenly, she stops shaking and takes one step forward then rigidly keels over...headed for the monitor...CRASH! Khali’s head once again is stuck in the monitor. CLOSE ON - Khali’s arm as it accidentally (while keeling over) presses the red button. 39 INT. - OPERATING ROOM - NIGHT 39 CLOSE ON - The probe BUZZING and WHIZZING as the 6-inch needle aims for Zia’s forehead... ZIA (exhausted) No..no more. Please...I don’t want to lose all my memory... ...And the probe’s needle gets closer to Zia’s forehead...and closer... WIDER - Moorlocke’s gloved hand reaches for the needle and SNAPS it off. Then he takes the oval contraption off her head and unhooks the chains on her elbows. MOORLOCKE Zia, you alright? ZIA I..I can’t remember... (angrily) I’ve lost my memory of how to set a table. Moorlocke, happy to hear she’s back to her old self, hugs her. MOORLOCKE Oh, Zia, you have been my mission all along. (CONTINUED)

70 39 CONTINUED: ZIA (sarcastic) Charming. Does that mean you like me or that I am just part of your job? MOORLOCKE Thank God the dick-heads didn’t deprogrammed your sarcasm. Moorlocke notices Zia, shocked, staring up and behind him. He turns and looks up at the monitor. MOVING CLOSE ON - The monitor with Khali twitching her head as she assimilates the liquid memory chip. But it is not the same Khali. She has transformed...silvery faced, protruding eyebrows and cheekbones (just like athletes on steroids), steel-brush-like hair, square-jaw...STEROID KHALI. MOORLOCKE What is it? ZIA I overheard them. It’s the dick-head’s first liquid memory chip prototype...Steroid Khali. MOORLOCKE And I thought I’d seen everything. Come on! Moorlocke, making sure Zia has regained her strength, quickly leave the room. 40 INT. - LABORATORY - NIGHT 40 ANGLE ON - Steroid Khali as she finally settles down (stops twitching). She has assimilated the chip. Her body has grown, huge and muscular, the Miss Dick-Head Body Builder of the Year...with hair on her chest! She flexes her muscles. Her voice is at least 3 octaves lower. STEROID KHALI Yo! Lothar, having exhausted his program (pelvis thrusting), has a disgusted look. General Zmood is in heaven. (CONTINUED)

71 40 CONTINUED: Steroid Khali looks at the monitor (with Zia gone, there are only the limp chains hanging off the ceiling). STEROID KHALI What happened to the chip-head? Lothar can’t believe its Khali. He comes up to her and taps angrily on her shoulder. LOTHAR Captain Khali, I order you to eject that liquid memory chip. At once! Steroid Khali slowly and very angrily turns. She stares down at Lothar. Lothar smiles nervously...maybe it was a mistake ordering her to eject the chip. Steroid Khali sneers, then PUNCHES him in the face...Sending him sprawling across the room...CRASHING towards General Zmood. Then, she turns to look at the different monitors on the wall. She spots Zia and Moorlocke. On the monitor, the are running down a narrow corridor. The words -- TRANSPORT DOCK AREA -- are printed below the monitor screen. Steroid Khali grins. She nods her head, then turns and walks up to the General. She picks him up off his feet. General Zmood is absolutely terrified. STEROID KHALI Prepare for a new dawn, General. Steroid Khali raises her fist. General Zmood flinches, thinking she’s going to punch him out, too...But, she grabs the General’s laser-gun; then, drops him on his ass next to Lothar. She quickly leaves the lab. GENERAL ZMOOD She’s one lean, mean, fighting machine. SPECIAL EFFECTS - CLOSE ON - Lothar’s face with the impression of Steroid Khali’s fist.

(CONTINUED)

72 40 CONTINUED: (2) LOTHAR (muffled due to his crushed face) Even worse, General...She’s one schizoid, steroid fighting android. 41 INT. - TRANSPORT AREA - NIGHT 41 MOVING WITH - Moorlocke, stealthily making his way towards the alcove that juts out before the corridor opens up to the -- TRANSPORT DOCKING AREA Zia, walking in a daze, barely keeps up. ZIA I..I can’t believe the Professor is dead. It... MOORLOCKE (cuts in - serious) Believe me, Zia. You’re the only one left from New Boise. Moorlocke puts his finger over Zia’s lips before she can respond. He then slowly peeps around the corner. PAN - The Transport Docking Area with crates stacked on one side and a pile of drums on the other side. A communication room, sectioned off by a glass enclosure, is crammed into the corner of the Transport Area. There are 3 “rail-cars” (motorized “go-carts” on rails with a bucket that can hold about 6 seated persons or some cargo) that are parked along the tunnel’s tracks. There are 5 Dick-Heads...4 GUARDS and a MAINTENANCE MAN, who is working on one of the rail-cars. Two Guards are watching the Maintenance Man work while the Two other Guards slowly walk their beat...headed towards Moorlocke. Zia, depressed and wet-eyed, cannot stand the silence. ZIA It..it can’t be...all dead...Are you sure the... MOORLOCKE Shhh! (whispers - looks sharply at her) Life goes on, remember. Professor Manfred Elset is dead. (CONTINUED)

73 41 CONTINUED: Zia automatically goes into her post-hypnotic program...twitching her head...trance-like. Then, she walks away from Moorlocke, headed towards the 2 Dick-Head Guards. ZIA (Prof. Elset’s voice) I am Professor Manfred Elset with an important message of hope. Moorlocke, startled, realizes he can’t do anything but let Zia continue with the program. ANGLE ON - The 2 Dick-Head Guard as they approach the corridor. Bewildered, they whip out their laser-guns and level them at Zia, who is singing and dancing. ZIA “zippidee doo-daa, Zippidee hey... My, my, my, what a wonderful day’... The Two Guards lower their laser-guns as they scratch their heads, wondering what’s going on. They glance at one another, then circle Zia as she continues to sing and tap dance... ZIA ‘Plenty of sunshine, plenty of rays... Zippidee doo-daa, Zippidee he’... Suddenly, Moorlocke, cat-like, swiftly POUNCES on the Two Guards. He grabs the 1st Guard’s laser-gun and SMASHES him across the face with it, sending him sprawling across the floor. Before the 2nd Guard can react, Moorlocke BLASTS him -- BANG-ZAP!, sending him across the Transport Area. MOORLOCKE (to Zia) Halt program! Zia snaps out of it and continues where she left off... (CONTINUED)

74 41 CONTINUED: (2) ZIA (sad) Are you sure the Professor is dead, Moorlocke? MOORLOCKE (panic) Duck! ZIA Huh?! Moorlocke shoves Zia to the floor and shields her from the laser-gun BLAST that strikes just behind them. Then, he turns, levels the laser-gun and returns FIRE -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! MOVING WITH - The 3rd Dick-Head crouching behind one of the rail-cars as he returns FIRE -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! He doesn’t know what hit him when Moorlocke’s BLAST strikes the rail-car’s engine. It EXPLODES, sending him flying across the docking area. The explosion sets the 2nd rail-car on fire. The Maintenance Man manages to dive out of the way, hiding behind a stack of drums marked -- SILICON SLUDGE. Moorlocke gets up, leveling the laser-gun this way and that way, making sure there’s no more threat. MOORLOCKE (commanding) Get the rail-car started! I’ll destroy the communications equipment! Moorlocke hands the laser-gun to Zia. She’s still confused and bewildered, not knowing exactly what’s going on. MOORLOCKE (forcefully) Go, go, go, go, go! Zia quickly trots towards the one remaining rail-car as Moorlocke picks up the 2nd Dick-Head’s laser-gun and heads for the communication booth. (CONTINUED)

75 41 CONTINUED: (3) MOVING WITH - Steroid Khali making her way down the corridor. She stops as she comes to the Transport Area. Surveying the disaster, she grins as she spots her prey. She levels her laser-gun and fires -- BANG-ZAP! ANGLE ON - Zia on the rail-car as the laser-gun BLAST strikes just to the side of her. She gets thrown into the bucket of the rail-car. Moorlocke instinctively crouches and turns towards Steroid Khali. He aims his laser-bun and fires...Nothing! It’s busted! ANGLE ON - The Maintenance Man shaking and cowering with fear. MAINTENANCE MAN Oh, what to do? What to do? What to do? What to do? Steroid Khali, grinning, points the laser-gun towards the rail-car...towards Zia. Zia, sprawled down on the bucket, is helplessly exposed with nowhere to hide. Her laser-gun is at the opposite end of the bucket. Moorlocke runs and takes a flying leap towards Steroid Khali, using his body as a battering ram. He KNOCKS her off her feet, causing her to MISFIRE her laser-gun. As she hits the floor, her laser-gun gets away from her. Moorlocke quickly gets off the floor and goes into a karate stance. He finally gets a good look at her. MOORLOCKE What are you? Steroid Khali also gets off the floor. Fuming mad, she circles her prey also in a karate attack stance. STEROID KHALI I’m a brain-head’s worst nightmare. A reality to you! MOORLOCKE Oh, and I thought you were just a...goddamn Glorified Calculator! (CONTINUED)

76 41 CONTINUED: (4) That more than just riles Steroid Khali, GROWLING with fury, she lunges at Moorlocke. Moorlocke falls to the floor and uses his feet to propel her over and beyond...towards the communication room. SLOW MOTION - ANGLE ON - The glass booth of the communication room as Steroid Khali CRASHES through and SMASHES into the monitors and transmitters...SMOKE and SPARKS fly everywhere. Moorlocke starts to get up and head for the tunnel. MOORLOCKE Get going, Zia! Go, go, go! Zia starts up the rail-car’s engine. The rail-car slowly SPUTTERS along the tracks. Steroid Khali, really furious, staggers out of the smoldering communication room. Wires and capacitors decorate her, some wires still SPARKING. She sees her laser-gun, grabs it off the floor and FIRES it towards Moorlocke -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! MOVING WITH - Moorlocke as the BLASTS strike very close to him, just missing him by inches. Until one blast HITS his leg. He collapses to the floor. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s right lower thigh where the blast grazed him, slicing through his leather suit. Blood trickles from the wound. MOORLOCKE (agony) Oh, damn! Right at the seam! Steroid Khali keeps on firing until the laser-gun is empty -- CLICK! CLICK! CLICK! That doesn’t stop her, she charges after Moorlocke. ANGLE ON - A limping Moorlocke as he hobbles towards the dark tunnel...chasing after the rail-car that’s moving faster and faster. Zia, in he rail-car’s bucket, anxiously calls out just before she disappears into the darkness of the tunnel. ZIA Hurry, Moorlocke! I can’t control the speed! (CONTINUED)

77 41 CONTINUED: (5) ANOTHER ANGLE ON - The tunnel as Moorlocke, chasing after the rail-car, vanishes into the darkness. A couple of seconds later, Steroid Khali appears. She’s in hot pursuit, letting out a deep, guttural, static GROWL as she, too, disappears into the darkness. 42 INT. - TUNNEL - NIGHT 42 A SERIES OF MOVING SHOTS: 1.) Zia, in the rail-car’s bucket, desperately urges Moorlocke on. ZIA Come on, come on, Moorlocke! 2.) ZIA’S POV - Moorlocke running with a limp and trying to catch up to the ever faster-moving rail-car. 3.) Steroid Khali is just as few meters behind Moorlocke. She lets out a maniacal LAUGH, sensing her prey is within reach. 4.) CLOSE ON - Moorlocke sweating heavily, pain in his face, fear in his eyes as he hears her FOOTSTEPS gaining on him. 5.) Steroid Khali is a couple of feet from Moorlocke...just inches from her grasp. 6.) Moorlocke makes a desperate flying leap. He manages to grab onto the back railing of the rail-car’s bucket...the rail-car DRAGGING him along. 7.) Steroid Khali, a split second later, also takes a leap...managing to grab unto Moorlocke’s right ankle...his right injured leg. 8.) Moorlocke CRIES out in pain, hanging onto the bucket’s railing for dear life. He looks behind. 9.) MOORLOCKE’S POV - Steroid Khali, insanely angry, doesn’t even care that she’s being dragged along the tracks. Her grip on his ankle is like a vise. He tries to kick her off by using his other foot. She’s not going anywhere. MOORLOCKE Get her off me!

(CONTINUED)

78 42 CONTINUED: 10.) Zia tries to help Moorlocke, grabbing him by the wrists and trying to pull him up and over, but to no avail. 11.) With one hand tight of Moorlocke’s ankle, Steroid Khali starts to “climb” up his leg...using her other hand with vise-like grips to grab onto Moorlocke’s leg and pull herself up. Moorlocke HOWLS with pain everytime she grabs his leg...inching her way up his right injured leg. 12.) Moorlocke, in agony, calls to Zia. MOORLOCKE Use the laser-gun! 13.) Zia looks around the bucket, then grabs the laser-gun off the floor. She aims it at Steroid Khali. MOORLOCKE Go on! Shoot! 14.) Zia, frozen, cannot pull the trigger. ZIA I can’t! My program won’t let me. Here! 15.) Moorlocke takes the laser-gun...hanging onto the bucket’s railing with one hand. As he turns and points the laser-gun at Steroid Khali... 16.) CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali wide-eyed with fear as she sees the laser-gun. She twitches her head. STEROID KHALI Disengage! 17.) CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali’s right wrist and hand clamped on Moorlocke’s knee. Suddenly, what appears to be a lit-fuse burns a ring around her wrist. Her hand separates from the rest of her body at the wrist. 18.) MOORLOCKE’S POV - Steroid Khali disengages herself...rolling and tumbling down the tracks...just a split-second before his laser-gun FIRES...missing her.

(CONTINUED)

79 42 CONTINUED (2) 19.) Moorlocke, hanging onto the bucket’s railing, tosses the laser-gun into the bucket. Then, with Zia’s help, he climbs up and over the rail-car’s bucket. ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Moorlocke with Steroid Khali’s hand still firmly clamped on his knee, just below his injured right thigh. He SQUIRMS, WINCES and CRIES out in pain. ZIA Hold still! Zia tugs on a few protruding loose wires, until she finds the right wire. The hand releases its grip on his knee and drops off. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s SIGH of relief. Suddenly, ANGLE ON - Zia as she SCREAMS and cowers up beside Moorlocke...almost climbs up onto his head...like little Miss Moffett scared by a spider...but it ain’t no spider!!! TITLE DOWN ON - Steroid Khali’s hand...just like one of those “chattering teeth” joke devices, the “chattering” hand crawls towards them...menacingly opening and closing its vise-like fingers. Moorlocke grabs the laser-gun and BLASTS the “chattering” hand to smithereens. CLOSE ON - Zia’s SIGH of relief. Then, feeling rather silly, she cracks a smile. ZIA I hate creepy-crawlers. Moorlocke can’t help LAUGHING, prompting Zia to LAUGH also. ANGLE ON - The tunnel with ECHOES of Moorlocke’s and Zia’s laughter as the rail-car zooms down the tracks...they are on their way.

80 43 INT. - TRANSPORT AREA - NIGHT 43 ANGLE ON - The tunnel as Steroid Khali limps out of the darkness and into the Transport Area. She’s angry and she’s GROWLING. She’s all messed up. Her feet are badly damaged and loose wires send out SPARKS. Her right hand is missing and she bleeds greenish gooey guck. She walks past the pile of drums. The Maintenance Man finally sticks his head out. He stares at Steroid Khali, stunned. He looks down the dark tunnel, then back at her, scratching his head with dismay. CLOSE ON - The work-table as Steroid Khali clears the tools, the monitors and what have you...she just shoves them off the table. Then, she places a crate marked -- SPARE BODY PARTS -- on the table and proceeds to RIP it apart, impatiently searching for what she needs. WIDER - Steroid Khali, seated beside the work-table takes out a “roller-blade skate”. She grins, knowing exactly what she can do with it, as she SPINS the “rollers". TILT DOWN ON - Both of Steroid Khali’s mangled feet lying on the floor. She has taken them off. She “plugs” the roller-blade skate onto her leg at the ankles. Her other foot has already being “plugged” into the other roller-blade skate. Having put on both feet, she raises them off the ground and... STEROID KHALI Engage! CLOSE ON - The roller-blade skates as they start to spin...yes, she can power these little rollers. Then... STEROID KHALI Brake! The roller-blade skates stop spinning. Steroid Khali grins with satisfaction. Then, she stares at her right arm. She’s still missing a hand. She dives back into the crate of Body Parts and starts tossing out all kinds of Parts...eyes, ears, an arm, a head...a hand! But it is a left hand. She won’t need two left hands. She tosses it and dives back into the crate. CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali as she finally finds the perfect “hand”. She attaches it to her arm. It looks nasty, evil and down right bad...4 fingers (including the thumb) are pointed, steel-claws. Her index finger is 3 times the length of a finger-claw. It’s a sickle, curved and sharp. She tests her “claw hand”, opening and closing it. (CONTINUED)

81 43 CONTINUED: ANGLE ON - The Maintenance Man with his head bowed low as he approaches Steroid Khali. MAINTENANCE MAN I..I..was won..wondering if...if you need a hand...or...or something... (nervously smiles) Steroid Khali TAPS her sickle-finger on the table. Her smile turns evil. STEROID KHALI No, not a hand. But, I’ll be needing your...feet! Using her index finger, that long, razor-sharp sickle, she SWIPES towards the Maintenance Man’s ankles. ANGLE ON - The Maintenance Man, not having any “feet” stand on, tumbles over... MAINTENANCE MAN Woo..Whhoooaaaa.... TILT DOWN CLOSE ON - The neatly, sawed-off feet wearing two red shoes...the Maintenance Man is dressed all in red. WIDER - Steroid Khali grabs these 2 red shoes and skates off...she does a “wheelie”, SCREECHING away, leaving roller-blade skid marks on the floor. She heads for the tunnel...for the tracks. 44 INT. - TUNNEL - NIGHT 44 MOVING WITH - The rail-car from the rear as the CAMERA MOVES UP and over the bucket where Moorlocke and Zia are crouched on the floor. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s waist-belt as he presses a button and a lid pops open. There are several compartments...each with some kind of medical supply. He takes out a small packet, tears it open and sprinkles the crystalline powder over his grazed thigh. WIDER - Moorlocke wines in pain. The powder is an antiseptic. Just as quickly as the pain comes, it goes. He takes a breath, wiping the heavy sweat from his brow.

(CONTINUED)

82 44 CONTINUED: Zia, quietly seated beside Moorlocke, is in deep thought..twitching her head...trying to access some information. Moorlocke continues with his “operation”. He jams his right injured leg up against the side of the bucket. Then, he presses a button just below his right hip and another lid flips open. There are 5 tiny LED lights...3 are green and 2 are FLASHING red. He presses the button below each of the 3 green lights. They will FLASH red. Moorlocke’s agonized expression. He quickly reaches into the medical supplies and takes out another packet (size of a sugar-packet) and rips it open. It’s like a piece of black “duct-tape”. He wraps the duct-tape around his injured thigh...over the leather suit. At the end of the duct-tape is a small wire with a “male” plug. He plugs it into the hole beside the 5 FLASHING red lights. Automatically, they turn green. Moorlocke breathes a sigh of relief. The pain is gone. His injured right thigh is healed. He flexes his leg. He closes the waist-belt lid and the hip lid. Zia looks disappointed. She’d come out of her twitching unable to retrieve the information she was searching for. ZIA Moorlocke, I can’t seem to access the Professor’s notes. MOORLOCKE You’re not supposed to. It’s a post-hypnotic program. ZIA Well, do you know the entry code? MOORLOCKE (thinks about it, then recalls) Ahhh...Say the Professor’s last name and spell it. ZIA Elset....E..L..S..E..T. MOORLOCKE Then spell is backwards and say it.

(CONTINUED)

83 44 CONTINUED: (2) ZIA T..E..S..L..E....Tesle! Suddenly, a vision of a vast universe overwhelms her with awe and wonder. Zia feels light-headed and giddy, a strange new world that scares her...what's happening to her??!! She desperately clings to Moorlocke. He is very concerned. MOORLOCKE Zia...Zia...what’s happening? Zia looks frightened and breathless. ZIA Moorlocke...I..I don’t know...Vast rooms...cold..empty..only traces of the Professor...loneliness..must go deeper...Hold me, Moorlocke. MOORLOCKE (hugs her) Don’t get lost, Zia. Zia desperately holds onto him...a cold shiver runs down her back. ZIA Moorlocke...never...never ever leave me. MOORLOCKE Never, my love...never. ANOTHER MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke hugging Zia tightly. MOORLOCKE All these years, I could not bring myself to say...to admit my wife took...killed herself and our child. I’ve locked myself in the loneliness...the solitude of a Scout’s life... Never really giving a damn about tomorrow..about my life. (CONTINUED)

84 44 CONTINUED: (3) Moorlocke breaks away, but still within a breath from Zia’s lips...he lovingly gazes into her eyes. MOORLOCKE Well, life just took on a new meaning for me. (confident) We’ll make it...together...or not at all. He gently kisses her. Zia reciprocates, affectionately closing her eyes. Suddenly, ANOTHER CLOSE ON - Zia kissing Moorlocke as her eyes POP open...with a Jekyll and Hyde personality, she’s filled with anger and shoves Moorlocke away. Moorlocke, to say the least, is bewildered. ZIA You idiot! My life doesn’t matter to you, you stupid brain- head. All that matters, the Professor’s memory chip to save moronic brain-heads like you from total extinction! MOORLOCKE (totally confused) But a minute ago...you..you said never leave you...What’s gotten into you? Zia, with a strange look, grins; then, she SLUGS Moorlocke’s mid-section. ZIA Reality check! Moorlocke, gasping for air, is really confused...what’s wrong with her??!! Suddenly, Zia’s enraged outburst is over. Feeling weak, she slouches against the side of the bucket. She begins to feel kind of giddy...kind of sexy...kind of hot for him. ZIA (enticing) Ohhh...Moorlocke, you handsome devil... (CONTINUED)

85 44 CONTINUED: (4) Moorlocke is definitely scratching his head with dismay, disbelief. MOORLOCKE You’re not fooling around with the Professor’s chip, are... ZIA (cuts in - seductively) Make mad love to me, you fool! Zia reaches out for him and pulls him on top of her. Moorlocke has a surprised look. ANGLE ON - The tunnel as the rail-car ZOOMS down the tracks. The CAMERA will stay on the tunnel after the rail-car disappears...until the sound of the rail-car disappears...until there is total silence in the tunnel. CUT TO: MOVING CLOSE WITH - The roller-blade skates ZOOMING along the track. MOVING TILT UP ON - Steroid Khali...yes...roller skating along...”surfing”, “power-gliding” on the one track. She crouches low, stream-lined, looking with evil eyes. ANGLE ON - The tunnel as Steroid Khali really is moving pretty fast...she ZOOMS past the screen (until she goes off-screen). A SERIES OF MOVING SHOTS: 1.) CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali as she finally sees the rail-car ahead. 2.) STEROID KHALI’S POV - The rail-car about 20 meters ahead. 3.) She grins with delight. She tests her claw-hand (opens and closes several times) and whips out the laser-gun with her other hand. Then, she crouches lower...preparing herself for a boost in power. STEROID KHALI Turbo...Engage! 4.) CLOSE ON - The roller-blade skates as the extra Turbo-power make the rollers SHRIEK and smoke...the skates really ZOOM past the screen. (CONTINUED)

86 44 CONTINUED: (5) 5.) OVER THE SHOULDER OF - Steroid Khali as the rail-car comes closer...and closer...and closer... 6.) She leaps (jumps) upwards and forwards...towards the rail-car’s bucket. 7.) SLOW MOTION - Steroid Khali in the air as she GROWLS and FIRES the laser-gun -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! 8.) She lands in the rail-car’s bucket...smoke still rising from the laser-gun blasts...but there is nobody there...No Zia...No Moorlocke. 9.) CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali perplexed. She looks around then back down the tracks. She spots them. 45 INT. - TUNNEL-EMERGENCY EXIT - NIGHT 45 MOVING WITH STEROID KHALI’S POV - Moorlocke and Zia climbing up the emergency exit ladder in an alcove along the tunnel. 46 INT. - TUNNEL - NIGHT 46 A SERIES OF MOVING SHOTS: 1.) Steroid Khali, really frustrated, GROWLS. Then, when she turns and tries to stop the rail-car’s engine, she notices the sign along the tracks. 2.) The sign up ahead, coming towards Steroid Khali, reads -- TUNNEL ENDS 23 METERS 3.) CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali realizing there’s nothing she can do to escape the impending crash. STEROID KHALI Ohhh....shit. 47 INT. - TUNNEL-EMERGENCY TUNNEL - NIGHT 47 ANGLE ON - Zia climbing up the corroded metal ladder with Moorlocke right behind. Suddenly, there is a huge CRASH..shaking the tunnel..Zia slips and barely hangs onto the rung. Moorlocke grabs onto her and helps her get her footing back on the ladder. They continue to climb up and out of the tunnel.

87 48 INT. - TUNNEL - NIGHT 48 MOVING CLOSE ON - The rail-car’s wreckage. Smoke drifts over the pile of twisted metal. Sticking out of the rubble is one of Steroid Khali’s roller-blade skates...up-turned...the rollers are still SPINNING. Is this a fitting end to Steroid Khali??!! 49 EXT. - WASTELAND - DAY 49 ANGLE ON - The “manhole” surrounded by a crumbling, disintegrating concrete shelter that used to protect the emergency exit’s “manhole” from the elements. Zia emerges from the manhole, followed by Moorlocke. Zia is struck by the scenery...the Wasteland. There is a reddish glow that reflects on them, otherwise the sky is still dark. SPECIAL EFFECTS - PAN - The Wasteland. How would earth look as an environmentally dead planet? Seemingly beautiful like Mars or Venus, but one wouldn’t want to live there! To the right of the screen, rivers of red-hot lava form small pools. On the middle of the screen is a plateau (higher than the lava pools, but slightly lower than Zia’s and Moorlocke’s point of view). The plateau is a desert, a rocky plain with no shrubs, no trees, lifeless. In the far background, there are constant flashes of LIGHTNING and rumbles of THUNDER. To the left of the screen, the rocky plain rises to form a ridge...Foggy Ridge, so named because of the yellow fog that covers the upper half of the ridge. The first morning rays of the sun just barely shine through...but the sun’s rays are not a red glow, it is violet...as in ultra-violet. OVER THE SHOULDER - Moorlocke as he points towards Foggy Ridge. MOORLOCKE Subterranean City is just beyond Foggy Ridge. Let’s go before the sun gets too high and out of reach. Moorlocke starts to run down the hill they are on. Zia has a questioning look. ZIA Sun?! What sun? She follows after Moorlocke. The CAMERA will stay on them until they vanish down the plain, headed towards Foggy Ridge. QUICK DISSOLVE TO: (CONTINUED)

88 49 CONTINUED: CLOSE ON - The manhole as Steroid Khali emerges. She’s really, really messed up. Her face is more than just a bit damaged. Her body, scratched and mangled, emits the occasional SPARK. But when she steps out of the manhole, she’s wearing 2 red shoes. MOVING CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali as she looks down towards the desert, searching for her prey. She spots them heading towards Foggy Ridge. She makes a static, choppy SOUND. Some wires must have crossed in the crash. STEROID KHALI (angrily shouts) You can run, but... (nods her head, grins) ...I can run faster! She takes off in the same direction. 50 EXT. - FOGGY RIDGE - DAY 50 MOVING WITH - Moorlocke and Zia as they start to climb up the trail. There are big...huge boulders strewn about. The yellow fog line is about 10 meters above them. ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Moorlocke as he stops by the side of the trail. Breathing rather hard, he glances down the trail...nothing unusual. Then, he unzips the pocket that forms the collar of his suit and takes out a pair of sleek, flat eye-goggles. From the other end, he takes out a “respirator” (a plastic tube that’s attached to the suit). Zia curiously looks around and up the ridge...where the fog really begins. ZIA I’ve never seen yellow fog before. MOORLOCKE (straps on the goggles) It’s sulphur from the underground hot springs. Unfortunately for us brain-heads, we can’t breath it. Moorlocke “clips” the tube to his nostrils, then turns the knob to the let the air flow. Suddenly, WIDER - A couple of laser-gun BLASTS strike beside them, sending them to the ground. They take cover behind a boulder.

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89 50 CONTINUED: CUT TO: ANGLE ON - Steroid Khali down the trail as she continues to FIRE -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! CUT TO: With the BLASTS exploding around them, Moorlocke whips out his laser-gun and sticks his hand with it around the boulder and blindly returns FIRE -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! CUT TO: Steroid Khali ducks behind a rock as the BLASTS strike the top of it...sending down a rain of sand and pebbles. She waits for a lull, then she gets up and opens FIRE -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! CUT TO: MOVING WITH - Moorlocke and Zia making a mad scramble up the trail...laser-gun BLASTS striking all about...until they vanish into the yellow fog. OVER THE SHOULDER OF - Zia chasing after Moorlocke as the yellow fog gets heavier...and thicker...laser-gun BLASTS explode beside them...until the fog gets so dense that even their explosions can’t be seen, only heard. Moorlocke begins to disappear into the fog. ZIA Moorlocke...wait up! CUT TO: ANGLE ON - The fog line on the trail as Steroid Khali hounds after them into the yellow fog. CUT TO: ZIA’S POV - The yellow fog...the very heavy, dense fog....She can’t see more than a couple of feet in front of her. CLOSE ON - Zia’s fear as she begins to turn this way, then that way. (CONTINUED)

90 50 CONTINUED: (2) ZIA (whispers) Moorlocke...Moorlocke...where the hell are... Suddenly, she trips and stumbles...disappearing into the fog. MOVING CLOSE WITH - Moorlocke as he also turns this way and that. MOORLOCKE (whispers loudly) Zia!...Zia!... MOVING CLOSE ON - The dense yellow fog. Suddenly, Steroid Khali breaks through looking mean, looking evil. Only their bloody demise will satisfy her...well, maybe appease her a bit. She listens for them. ZIA (OFF SCREEN) I’m here! Steroid Khali shifts her eyes, trying to sense where the voice is coming from. Then she slowly stalks that direction. CLOSE ON - Zia on the ground as she starts to get up. She stops. ZIA’S POV - The red shoes slowly walk past her...indistinct in the fog. ANOTHER CLOSE ON - Zia at first happy to find Moorlocke, then she realizes something unusual. ZIA Moorlocke, you don’t have red shoes, do you? STEROID KHALI (OFF SCREEN) But, I do! Suddenly, Steroid Khali’s razor-sharp sickle STRIKES just an inch from Zia’s head, hitting the rock instead...making a mighty KLANK! sound. Zia rolls to her side and scrambles to her feet, disappearing into the yellow fog.

(CONTINUED)

91 50 CONTINUED: (3) Steroid Khali jabs, waves and swipes her curved sickle finger...trying to get a lucky hit. Moorlocke stops in his tracks and instinctively goes into a karate stance. Then, he slowly moves towards the noise of the scuffle. MOVING CLOSE WITH - Zia stumbling, running wildly, with no sense of direction, which wouldn’t help anyway due to the fog. Suddenly, she looses her footing...and falls (slides) over the ridge... ZIA (screams) Aaaaiiiieee.... ZIA’S POV - The dense yellow fog rolling towards her. She can’t see anything in front of her as she slides down. MOVING WITH - Zia sliding down the rather unusual trench...hollowed out from the ridge... ANGLE ON - The trench as Zia keeps on sliding down and off-screen. ZIA’S POV - The yellow fog starts to lift. Suddenly, appearing at the bottom of this “slide” is a hazy-looking brick wall, dead smack ahead...and coming closer... MOVING CLOSE WITH - Zia as she SCREAMS and covers her head with her arms, going into a fetal position. CUT TO: 51 EXT. - DEAD-END ALLEY - DAY 51 SPECIAL EFFECTS- ANGLE ON - The brick-wall at the end of the dead-end alley. Suddenly, Zia, still SCREAMING and huddled, slides out of the brick-wall...passing right through it as if the brick-wall was a hologram. And it is! Zia lands on her ass and rolls over. She stops screaming, finding herself alive and not crushed. She looks around, quite perplexed...confused. Then she realizes what’s going on. She gets up and walks up to the brick-wall. SPECIAL EFFECTS - CLOSE ON - Zia as she “sticks” her hand through the brick-wall. (CONTINUED)

92 51 CONTINUED: ZIA (amazed) Well, son-of-a-dick-head! A hologram entrance. (looks around and above) So, this is Subterranean City. Zia, quite excited, starts to jog up the alley and into the street. She’s eagerly anticipating what’s up ahead. 52 EXT. - STREET NO. 1 - DAY 52 ANGLE ON - Zia as she rounds the corner of the alley and stops in the middle of the street (No. 1). She looks up the street where nothing moves, no cars, no people. ZIA’S POV - As she turns and looks down the street...nothing but the same emptiness. But she does notice the store just up ahead -- CHIPS UNLIMITED, LTD. “Programs For All Occasions” CLOSE ON - Zia as her eyes widen with excitement. ZIA Oh, boy! Every chip-heads’ dream store! She starts from the middle of the street up to the curb. CUT TO: MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke running out of the next street over and anxiously looking around for Zia. He spots her. His smile turns into panic. MOORLOCKE (shouts) Zia! Zia stop! Don’t take another step! CLOSE ON - Zia’s foot just about to step up to the curb. She stops in mid-stride. Then, the CAMERA TILTS UP on Zia’s bewildered look. Moorlocke runs up to her, grabs her arm and pulls her back towards the middle of the street. Zia, rather annoyed, breaks his grip on her arm. (CONTINUED)

93 52 CONTINUED: ZIA I was just going to take a look in the store. MOORLOCKE Yeah, so would most first-time dick-heads who pass through here. ZIA Huh?! What do you mean? Moorlocke holds onto Zia’s hand, then motions her to walk up to the store. MOORLOCKE See for yourself. SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Zia with Moorlocke holding her hand as she leans towards the store. When she breaks the plane at the curb, she goes through it...just like when she stuck her hand through the hologram brick-wall. SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Zia startled as she teeters on the edge of a ravine. On the opposite side, red-hot lava flows down and thru the ravine. That’s enough to satisfy Zia’s curiosity. She pulls herself back into the hologram city. SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Zia as she retreats from the other side of the hologram. She tries to put a brave face. ZIA Obviously, this is not Subterranean City! MOORLOCKE (waves his hand) This...is one huge hologram. A deadly maze everybody must go through to get to the hole, the entrance to Subterranean City. ZIA (glances at the store) That’s one store that won’t have any line-ups! (CONTINUED)

94 52 CONTINUED: (2) The CAMERA PULLS BACK as Moorlocke and Zia start jogging down the street. MOORLOCKE Things aren’t what they appear to be. So, stay close to me. ZIA Believe that. CUT TO: MOVING CLOSE ON - The same street that Moorlocke came out of earlier as Steroid Khali appears. Looking angry, she surveys the street. Then she sneers, spotting them. She levels her laser-gun, taking careful aim... STEROID KHALI’S POV - Moorlocke and Zia just about to turn the street corner. She raises her laser-gun. She decides to get a better and closer shot. Steroid Khali chases after them, running down the middle of the street. 53 EXT. - STREET NO. 2 - DAY 53 MOVING WITH - Moorlocke and Zia jogging up the street (No. 2). The CAMERA MOVES from the rear to the front of them while they’re jogging up the street. MOORLOCKE Bridge Street is just around the next corner. We’ve got to make it to the middle of the bridge before the sun gets too high up in the sky Zia is about to ask a question but Moorlocke anticipates her. MOORLOCKE The hole is only accessible for a few hours a day. ZIA (doesn’t fully understand) Before the sun gets too high up in the sky, I take it. (CONTINUED)

95 53 CONTINUED: Moorlocke cracks a smile as they jog past the CAMERA. Then, the CAMERA MOVES very quickly back down the street where Steroid Khali appears. Looking straight at the CAMERA, she levels her laser-gun (at this point, the CAMERA stops moving towards her). Taking a very precise and careful aim, she FIRES. The laser-gun “bullet” STRIKES the screen. A red blinding light fills the screen. (NOTE: The BANG-ZAP! sound is heard in the proceeding camera shot.) ANGLE ON - The backs of Moorlocke and Zia as they jog up the street. They’re about 10 meters to the street corner (Bridge Street). Suddenly, the BANG-ZAP! sounds and the laser-gun bullet STRIKES at the back of Moorlocke’s right shoulder blade...sending him sprawling to the ground. CLOSE ON - Zia’s startled, then stunned. She snaps out of it when a 2nd and 3rd BLAST strikes close to them. She falls to the ground beside Moorlocke, who is bleeding and definitely in pain. (NOTE: The laser-gun bullets explode only if they hit the ground. They will pass right through the hologram building without exploding otherwise.) Steroid Khali FIRES her laser-gun as she starts walking towards them -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! With the BLASTS striking everywhere, Zia quickly grabs the laser-gun and sticks it in Moorlocke’s hand. ZIA Here, shoot back! She helps Moorlocke with his aim as he pulls the trigger -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! Steroid Khali hits the ground as the BLASTS explode around her. She retreats, crawling backwards, around the corner. Moorlocke, in deep pain, points at the entrance to the -- Underground Subway -- (just off the street along the pedestrian side-walk). MOORLOCKE There...down there...

(CONTINUED)

96 53 CONTINUED: (2) ZIA (perplexed) You’re not in shock, are you? You sure it’s solid and not a hologram? SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Zia helping Moorlocke to his feet. As they break the plane to the Subway entrance, they start to disappear into it. CUT TO: 54 EXT. - FOXHOLE - DAY 54 ANGLE ON - The “foxhole” as Zia helps Moorlocke and sets him down. The foxhole is wide enough for them to crouch and move around, but not deep enough for them to stand up. (Their heads would stick out of the hologram if they stood up.) Moorlocke winces in pain as Zia looks over his wounds...really ugly and bleeding badly. ZIA It’s a clean shot. No broken bones. MOORLOCKE (agony) Sprin..sprinkle the powder over the..the wound. He presses the button on his waist belt and a lid pops open. Zia helps him out, tearing the small packet, then sprinkling the powder over his wounds (his back and front right shoulder). 55 EXT. - STREET NO. 2 - DAY 55 ANGLE ON - Steroid Khali as she peers around the corner. She grins, then slowly, crouching low, turns the corner. MOVING WITH - Steroid Khali making her way up the street. She stops, thinking she spotted something ahead; then, stealthily, she continues with her laser-gun leveled and ready to use.

(CONTINUED)

97 55 CONTINUED: SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - The entrance to the Subway as Zia breaks the plane, sticking her head out of it. She sees Steroid Khali down the street. She whips out the laser-gun and aims it towards her. ZIA Pull!...Pull!... Her laser-gun goes BANG-ZAP! every time she calls out.. “Pull!” Steroid Khali dives to the ground and returns fire -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! She retreats again, crouching backwards towards the corner. 56 EXT. - FOXHOLE - DAY 56 Zia sits back down beside Moorlocke. She’s holding the laser-gun with a cloth-string (fashioned from her attire) tied to the laser-gun’s trigger that Moorlocke pulls on. She cracks a smile. ZIA Good pulling, ‘pardner’! (notices his pain) You feeling okay? Moorlocke, sweating profusely and trying to hide the pain, halfheartedly smiles. MOORLOCKE Good. We..we don’t have much time. The sun’s up already...got to go. ZIA How far is it to the hole? MOORLOCKE Around the corner...Fifty, sixty meters to the middle of the bridge. MOVING CLOSE ON - Zia as she stares at Moorlocke, who is struggling to get to his feet. Her face is sad, realizing the course of action that she must take. ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Zia as she stops him, holding him back (sits him back down). She sharply stares at him. (CONTINUED)

98 56 CONTINUED: ZIA Listen, and listen carefully, Moorlocke brain-head! It doesn’t take a dick-head’s program to conclude... (pointedly) We can’t make it without one remaining behind to stop, if not, slow down that steroid menace! With my sense of direction, the hole might as well be staring me in the face... Moorlocke tries to cut in, but Zia adamantly raises her voice and pokes his chest, silencing him. ZIA (CONT’D) So that makes you our only choice. Complete the mission. Bring back the Professor’s chip. Just like your orders said. You got that, brain-head! MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s expression. He tries to keep a bright outlook on the situation; but, he can’t hold it as the reality stares him in the face...He’s going to lose her...Could he live with that thought, with that reality? 57 EXT. - STREET NO. 2 - DAY 57 MOVING WITH - Steroid Khali as she decides, instead of crouching or crawling, to slither like a snake on the ground...popping her head over the curb now and then, seeing if there is any movement coming from the Subway entrance. 58 EXT. - FOXHOLE - DAY 58 CLOSE ON - Moorlocke looking depressed, head bowed down. MOORLOCKE No. I don’t want to go on living without you. (stares at her) We make it together, or...not at all (CONTINUED)

99 58 CONTINUED: Zia looks confused, frustrated...then mad and angry. How does she get through to him? There’s only one recourse. She’s about to punch Moorlocke’s mid-section... ZIA Reality... Moorlocke, this time, stops her punch, grabbing her fist before she strikes. MOORLOCKE (furious - insane) No! No more ‘reality check’! I’ve had it living in a world where reality is a matter of switching on some machine... Virtual Reality, Dream Reality, Hologram Reality. I can smack myself to see what reality I wake up to. ZIA Human life does not continue without the Professor’s chip! Are you saying you don’t give a damn about the rest of the brain-heads? MOORLOCKE The hell with the Professor’s chip, the hell with humans! Creatures evolve and if humans evolve to androids...that’s the reality. (pointedly - suicidal) There is only one common factor in all realities, virtual, dream, hologram or real. When you turn off the machine...Death! ZIA You’re a poor excuse for a brain- head if I ever saw one.

(CONTINUED)

100 58 CONTINUED: (2) MOORLOCKE (gently holds her hand) With the only real thing that I can hold onto. Either we both go...or we die, here. Zia is annoyed and frustrated, MUMBLING and CURSING under her breath, not being able to get through to Moorlocke. She grabs the laser-gun and tosses the cloth-string at him. ZIA (angrily) Be ready to pull! 59 EXT. - STREET NO. 2 - DAY 59 SPECIAL EFFECTS - STEROID KHALI’S POV - Thirty meters from the Subway entrance, Zia’s head is sticking out from the curb. She’s more concerned about Moorlocke than she is about looking out for Steroid Khali. She’s still MUMBLING to herself. TILT DOWN ON - Steroid Khali sprawled on the ground as she looks at Zia. Then, she ducks down from the curb (or as much as she hide herself). SPECIAL EFFECTS - CLOSE ON - Zia’s grin. No, she doesn’t spot Steroid Khali. She’s got an idea. ZIA (whispers to herself) Elset, Manfred...Afghanistan, chip. (her head twitches) Eject. SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - A tray of chips pops out of Zia’s mouth. She takes it, then she disappears back into the foxhole. CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali as she peeps over the curb. She grins, then she continues to slither and crawl up the street towards the Subway entrance.

101 60 EXT. - FOXHOLE - DAY 60 CLOSE ON - Zia still peeved at Moorlocke for not listening to reason. ZIA You’ve got a warped way of saying I love you. Moorlocke comes closer, just a breath from her face. MOORLOCKE It may be warped, but it’s real. Zia tries to scold him, but she starts to weaken...anticipating his kiss. ZIA Well..okay, we’ll both go. (he kisses her nose... her cheek...)

I’ll help..but..but you’ve got to..to carry your own weight... Moorlocke kisses her on the lips. She reciprocates. TILT DOWN ON - Moorlocke’s waist belt with the lid to the medical supplies still open. Zia places the tray of chips into it and closes the lid. Then, Zia breaks away. She rather enjoyed that and she smiles. ZIA I guess you’re ready to go. ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Zia as she hands him the laser-gun. ZIA Let’s do it! MOORLOCKE Yeah! He takes the laser-gun and removes the cloth-string from its trigger. Then, Zia helps him on his feet, grabbing his left good arm.

102 61 EXT. - STREET NO. 2 - DAY 61 SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - The Subway entrance as Zia and Moorlocke emerge. Just as they completely step out onto the street, laser-gun BLASTS explode all around. Moorlocke, with Zia under his left arm like a crutch, turns and fires back -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! ANGLE ON - Steroid Khali sprawled by the curb (about 20 meters away). She covers her head as the BLASTS strike everywhere. Then, she returns fire -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! MOVING WITH - Moorlocke and Zia hobbling along and FIRING the laser-gun until it’s empty -- CLICK! CLICK! He drops the laser-gun just as they turn the street corner (Bridge Street). Steroid Khali FIRES a couple more shots, then she gets up and chases after them. 62 EXT. - BRIDGE STREET - DAY 62 MOVING WITH - Moorlocke trying to run, but its really a struggle as his injured right shoulder shoots a pain every time he takes a step. From helping him by using her body like a crutch, Zia now holds the back of his left arm. ZIA (shouts) Move it, Moorlocke! Come on, come on! MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s agonized expression as he staggers a bit faster. 63 EXT. - STREET NO. 2 - DAY 63 Steroid Khali slows down as she passes the Subway entrance. She’s about 10 meters from the corner. 64 EXT. - BRIDGE STREET - DAY 64 MOVING CLOSE WITH - Moorlocke sweating profusely and breathing heavily. The puncture marks on his forehead start to bleed. The CAMERA PULLS BACK just enough to show that Zia is still helping him out...her right hand clutched under his arm. CLOSE ON - Zia’s face as a tear runs down her cheek. She is not running...but how can this be??!! (CONTINUED)

103 64 CONTINUED: ZIA Good-bye, Moorlocke. She turns and runs back towards the corner. We can see that her right arm is partially missing...that is, from her wrist to her hand is not there. She has disengaged herself. 65 EXT. - STREET NO. 2 - DAY 65 MOVING CLOSE WITH - Steroid Khali as she cautiously approaches the corner. She stops and raises her laser-gun, getting ready to quickly turn and shoot if need be. Just as she turns, she gets startled. STEROID KHALI’S POV - Zia standing in front of her. 66 EXT. - BRIDGE STREET - DAY 66 ANGLE ON - Zia with Steroid Khali pointing the laser-gun directly in her face. Zia slowly raises her hand and shows her the chip. ZIA (arrogant) The Professor’s chip. Go ahead and test it out! That’s what everybody’s after, right! Steroid Khali, with a questioning stare, still points the laser-gun at her. ZIA (CONT’D) The Scout brain-head thinks he’s got the real thing. But I say, earth was created for us chip-heads! Right? Zia’s bluff is starting to show on her. She nervously twirls the chip at Steroid Khali, enticing her. Steroid Khali takes the bait. She grins and lowers slightly her laser-gun. She takes the chip with her claw-fingers. Then, she suspiciously and closely examines the chip. CUT TO: OVER THE SHOULDER OF - Moorlocke staggering towards the middle of the bridge.

(CONTINUED)

104 66 CONTINUED: MOVING CLOSE WITH - Moorlocke’s painful expression as he forces himself to carry on. MOORLOCKE We’re..we’re almost there...Zia... MOVING WIDER - Moorlocke’s doesn’t realize that Zia has disengaged. Her hand still clutches his left arm...making him think she’s still helping out. CUT TO: Steroid Khali decides to test the chip, opening her mouth and swallowing it. Her head twitches. Suddenly, she starts to dance (a few “disco” steps and a moonwalk) and SING (Bruce Springteen’s or Earth, Wind, Fire’s version of ‘WAR”). She drops the laser-gun in the process. STEROID KHALI ‘War...what is it good for? Absolutely nothing! Say it again...’ CUT TO: MOVING WITH - Moorlocke as he really struggles to keep moving...to keep running towards the middle of the bridge Suddenly, he trips and falls. ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Moorlocke as he painfully gets off the ground. He’s more than bewildered when he sees Zia’s hand lying beside him. Then, it dawns on him. He looks down the street. MOORLOCKE (panic) Zia! CUT TO: SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Zia as she grabs Steroid Khali’s laser-gun off the ground and tosses it over the side -- the laser-gun goes through the hologram building and disappears. CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali still SINGING and dancing away. (CONTINUED)

105 66 CONTINUED: (2) STEROID KHALI ‘War...what is it good for? Absolutely nothing...’ Suddenly, Steroid Khali violently twitches her head...as if she’d eaten an apple with a worm in it. The chip pops out of her mouth and she spits it out. STEROID KHALI Phew! Zia realizes she can’t get around Steroid Khali. She calls out to Moorlocke. ZIA In your waist-belt! CUT TO: Moorlocke, perplexed, stares down at his waist-belt. MOORLOCKE Waist-belt? CUT TO: Steroid Khali, with a down right evil grin, comes towards Zia. Zia nervously smiles and slowly backs away. ZIA I..I guess its the wrong chip, eh? STEROID KHALI (grins) You’ve got a smart set of chips. (terrifying glare) It’s too bad I don’t need the rest of you! She raises her razor-sharp sickle-finger and just before she takes a swipe at Zia... Zia twitches her head and her whole body goes rigid, falling to the ground.

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106 66 CONTINUED: (3) ZIA (robotic voice) Auto-destruct. Engage. WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO! WEE-WOO!... Steroid Khali, to say the least, is really scared. STEROID KHALI She’s booby-trapped! Ohh..shit! Steroid Khali, scared, pees in her pants...a murky-brown liquid rushes down her legs. Zia, on the ground, LAUGHS her head off...figuratively of course. ZIA Ha! Ha!...I’ve never seen a dick-head pee in their pants! Steroid Khali is so furious, she, literary, blows a few fuses...SPARKS come out of her nose and ears. When she GROWLS, SPARKS fly out of her mouth. CUT TO: ANGLE ON - Moorlocke watching helplessly from the distance. MOORLOCKE Zia, run! CUT TO: Zia tries to dodge Steroid Khali, but she’s just a bit too quick for her. Using her sickle-finger, Steroid Khali STRIKES at Zia’s back as she tries to scoot by her. CLOSE ON - Zia in shock as she twitches her head. Steroid Khali’s sickle-finger sticks out through her chest. ZIA Memo..memory wipe-out. Exe..execute. Zia gasps her last breathe. She violently SHAKES for a couple of seconds, then she succumbs. (CONTINUED)

107 66 CONTINUED: (4) CUT TO: Moorlocke is stunned, devastated. MOORLOCKE No...! CUT TO: SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Steroid Khali GROWLING with fury, SPARKS flying from her mouth, as she lifts Zia off the ground and flings her towards the building...Zia’s body passes through the hologram and disappears. Steroid Khali is not yet satisfied. She turns and stares at her next prey...Moorlocke. CUT TO: Moorlocke, tears running down his cheeks and blood trickling from his forehead marks, is at a loss. Enraged at first, he lets out an insane cry. Then, he succumbs to depression. His cries turn to despair...he has lost his love and his will to live. He slowly gets to his feet, then calls out to Steroid Khali...seemingly a defeated man. MOORLOCKE Whatever reality you come from, I’ll take you to the hole. Come, follow me. Moorlocke turns and slowly, without hurrying, staggers towards the middle of the bridge. Steroid Khali grins. She’s finally going to the hole. She quickly runs after Moorlocke. SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - The middle of the bridge as Moorlocke walks towards it. As he crosses the plane at the mid-point of the bridge, he passes right through and disappears. MOVING CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali as she comes to a halt just short of the bridge’s mid-point. She tries to look if she can see anything past the hologram..nothing. She grins, thinking it might be a trap.

(CONTINUED)

108 66 CONTINUED: (5) SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANOTHER ANGLE ON - The bridge’s mid-point as Steroid Khali, in a karate attack stance, slowly crosses the plane and disappears out of the hologram city. 67 EXT. - MOUNTAIN TOP - DAY 67 SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Steroid Khali as she breaks the plane and walks onto the mountain top. Actually, it’s a towering rock column. Seemingly, there is no way out except by climbing down the soaring heights or back through the hologram city. The sky is blue although the sun is kind of hazy. This mountain top has definitely got to be another hologram. STEROID KHALI’S POV - The hazy sun hovers about 12 feet above the horizon (about 10 A.M.). Turning to the left, she does not see Moorlocke only the breath-taking landscape. As she turns to her right; suddenly, Moorlocke madder than hell, crouched by the mountain edge, springs towards her, SCREAMING. ANGLE ON - Moorlocke battering Steroid Khali with his left good shoulder. She falls backwards to the ground. Moorlocke barely stays on his feet. He glares down at her. MOORLOCKE You’re a frigging steroid nightmare! He SLUGS her as she tries to get up. She lands closer to the edge of the mountain top. MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s revengeful stare. MOORLOCKE Stay out of my head! SPECIAL EFFECTS - WIDER - Moorlocke KICKS Steroid Khali. She stumbles backwards and when she breaks the plane at the mountain edge, she disappears into it. Moorlocke can barely stand up as he collapses to his knees. He angrily glares down at the mountain edge. MOORLOCKE I’m no hero; but then again, I ain’t stupid either, Dick-Head!

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109 67 CONTINUED: He is really, really in a mess. His forehead trickles with blood, mixing with his heavy sweat. His right shoulder wound starts to bleed, blood running down his suit. Trying to focus his vision, he looks towards the hazy sun. MOORLOCKE (more problems) Oh, no! It’s starting to close! SPECIAL EFFECTS - MOORLOCKE’S POV - The hazy sun starts to go into an eclipse. But the unusual thing about this eclipse is that the sun is darkening from the top...as if the sun was going out of the mountain top hologram. With every fiber in his body aching and hurting, Moorlocke struggles to his fee. He slowly hobbles towards the mountain edge...towards the eclipsing sun. SPECIAL EFFECTS - TILT DOWN ON - The mountain edge as Moorlocke staggers off the screen. Suddenly, Steroid Khali’s sickle-finger breaks the plane and hooks herself onto a rock. Then, she slowly climbs back onto the mountain top. OVER THE SHOULDER OF - Moorlocke hobbling towards the opposite side of the mountain top. The eclipsing sun (about twice his height above him) is about 2/3 full and closing (darkening). Moorlocke, exhausted, collapses to his knees. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s agonizing look as he stares towards the sun. Can he make it??!! Suddenly, he’s aware of something sinister behind him. He turns around. MOORLOCKE’S POV - Steroid Khali in an attack karate stance with a very, very menacing glare. STEROID KHALI The dick-head’s back! (grins) I’ll stay away from your head... (menacing extends her sickle-finger) Just as long as I have your brains...preferably in formaldehyde! She moves towards Moorlocke.

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110 67 CONTINUED: (2) SPECIAL EFFECTS - SLOW MOTION - ANGLE ON - Moorlocke as he gets up and pretends to challenge her. Then, he turns, takes a running jump and reaches for the eclipsing sun...Using his left good arm (fist), he STRIKES at the sun (that’s about 12 feet above the mountain edge). SPECIAL EFFECTS - SLOW MOTION - CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s fist striking the sun. The “sun” SHATTERS as if it were translucent glass...And it is! CUT TO: REALITY. 68 EXT. - CLIFF - DAY 68 CLOSE ON - The very strange contraption that automatically grabs and holds onto whatever strikes at it...like a Venus fly-trap. As Moorlocke’s fist strikes the translucent glass (sun), it grabs him at the wrist and starts to pull him up. This metallic Venus fly-trap device is guided by a rail that’s bolted to the side of the cliff. It may be day, but it sure looks like night. 69 EXT. - MOUNTAIN TOP - DAY 69 SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Moorlocke dangling with his left fist through the “sun”. As he is slowly being pulled up, his fist, then elbow, etc. starts to disappear out of the mountain top hologram. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s insane stare. He has finally cracked. MOORLOCKE (maniacally) Stay out of my dream! Stay out of my life! Stay out of my reality! Steroid Khali pleasantly grins as she stares up at him. STEROID KHALI There’s no reality like reality. But which one, brain-head? SPECIAL EFFECTS - SLOW MOTION - MOVING WITH - Steroid Khali as she also takes a running start, then jumps up towards Moorlocke, whose upper torso has disappeared out of the mountain top hologram.

111 CUT TO: REALITY. 70 EXT. - CLIFF - DAY 70 CLOSE ON - Moorlocke SCREAMING with excruciating pain. SPECIAL EFFECTS - MOORLOCKE’S POV - As his lower torso emerges out of the mountain top hologram, Steroid Khali’s claw-hand is firmly clamped and embedded on his right ankle (the leg that was injured in the tunnel scene). SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Moorlocke completely out of the hologram mountain top with Steroid Khali dangling off his right leg. Below them is a gorge with red-hot lava flowing through it. Steroid Khali, once again, begins to climb up Moorlocke’s leg. Grabbing at his calf with her normal hand; then, using her claw-hand, she will SINK it just below his knee...inching her way up. Dangling helplessly as the Venus fly-trap device continues to pull him upwards, Moorlocke agonizingly HOWLS every time Steroid Khali grabs at his leg. CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali grinning. STEROID KHALI You’re taking me to the hole and you can’t do anything about it, brain-head! I’m stuck... (she sinks her sickle- finger into his knee) ...With you! Moorlocke SCREAMS with pain. Then, he tries to use his injured right shoulder (arm). With his right hand barely able to move, he grapples with the button just below his right hip. He gets the lid to pop open. CLOSE ON - The 5 green LED lights. Moorlocke grins down at Steroid Khali. MOORLOCKE Stuck to my prosthetic leg... Steroid Bitch!

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112 70 CONTINUED: CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s hand as he presses the buttons below the 5 green LED lights. Automatically, they start flashing red and a word flashes above the flashing red lights -- DETACH CLOSE ON - Steroid Khali’s fear of death. STEROID KHALI Ohhh....Shittttt! CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s right lower thigh as it disengages at the seam...disengages at the duct-tape band aid that he had taped during the tunnel scene. Blood and greenish goo flow out of his stump. SPECIAL EFFECTS - SLOW MOTION - TILT DOWN ON - Moorlocke’s lower torso as his right leg disengages...sending Steroid Khali falling down...down the gorge...towards the red-hot lava. We see a puff of smoke when she hits the lava. MOVING WITH - Moorlocke dangling as the Venus fly-trap device pulls him upwards. He barely sees Steroid Khali falling to her death, when he blacks out, unconscious. ANGLE ON - The huge metal doors opening. The Venus fly-trap device with Moorlocke attached enters the hole. Then, the metal doors shut with a mighty -- KLANK! SLOW DISSOLVE TO: 71 INT. - MOORLOCKE’S HOUSE-LIVING ROOM - DAY 71 MOORLOCKE’S POV - Kathleen wearing a very sexy nightgown and standing by the doorway into the living room as she entices him. KATHLEEN I’ve got a special treat for you, dear. What do you say we...ahhh.. (caresses her breast) ..oohhh...we retire to the bedroom. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s hand as he whips out his laser-gun and points it at her. WIDER - Moorlocke slouched on the futuristic sofa as he tears off the visor and angrily hurls it at the floor. He is very, very drunk. He shakily levels the laser-gun and fires -- BANG-ZAP! (CONTINUED)

113 71 CONTINUED: TILT DOWN ON - The visor (virtual reality goggles) as the 2nd -- BANG-ZAP! --hits it, shattering it into tiny pieces. MOORLOCKE (slurs his words) Virtual reality sucks! He takes a swig from the bottle. He really, really looks and feels like a mess...deep-shadowed eyes, depressed...totally down. His right shoulder is heavily bandaged and his right arm hangs in a sling. The living room is in no better shape either. It’s one big mess. Kathleen, wearing an apron, walks into the living room. She’s been cooking. She consoles Moorlocke. KATHLEEN Had a rough day, hon? Just relax and lay back. I’ve got something special in the oven. Then, little Liza comes running into the living room quite excited. LIZA Daddy, daddy, what did you bring me? She runs up to Moorlocke and stops just in front of him. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke’s hand with the laser-gun as he points it at her and fires -- BANG-ZAP! BANG-ZAP! MOVING CLOSE ON - The SONY 3-D DISCORDER by the shelf on the wall as the 3rd -- BANG-ZAP! -- strikes the machine...obliterating it. SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Kathleen and little Liza as they disappear. Yes, they are nothing but holograms. MOVING CLOSE ON - Moorlocke maniacally waving his laser-gun about. MOORLOCKE Frigging holograms! Then, he freezes. He turns his evil gaze at the other wall of the living room. He shakily raises the laser-gun and fires -- BANG-ZAP! (CONTINUED)

114 71 CONTINUED: (2) CLOSE ON - The RCA DREAM REALITY Model 2300 machine as the 2nd -- BANG-ZAP! -- smashes it to smithereens. MOORLOCKE And damn dream machine! He begins to crack up...starts to weep, then flashes of anger erupt. MOORLOCKE What...what ever happened to... to real reality. (calls out in vain) Zia...Zia... (angrily hits the sofa) To hell with all realities... There’s nothing to life. He begins to giggle, then laughs...rather insanely. MOORLOCKE What bloody life...in what frigging reality... He drinks from the bottle. Then, he starts to toy with his laser-gun...stares down the barrel...entertaining dark thoughts. MOORLOCKE It’s time to turn it all off. He brings the barrel of the laser-gun towards his temple. ANGLE ON - General Cid standing by the doorway. There is a pin-light that shines towards his back. CLOSE ON - The pin-light (laser light) emitting from the ATT HOLOPHONE unit that’s on the wall beside the door. GENERAL CID Moorlocke! What the hell! Pull yourself together, man! Moorlocke glares at the General. He puts the laser-gun aside and picks up the bottle. He takes a swig. (CONTINUED)

115 71 CONTINUED: (3) MOORLOCKE (sarcastic - angrily) Pull myself together! That’s a frigging joke if I ever heard one! He raises his legs to show the General...he’s got two left legs. MOORLOCKE (CONT’D) With two left legs! GENERAL CID (grumbles) Well, maintenance must have screwed up! SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Moorlocke really frustrated as he HURLS the bottle at the General. It passes through him and SMASHES against the door. MOORLOCKE Bugger off! Leave me alone! GENERAL CID Moorlocke, we need the Professor’s chip! Moorlocke looks around for another bottle. He gets up and hobbles (he has two left legs, remember) around, searching for a bottle. MOORLOCKE It’s useless! It doesn’t work! GENERAL CID (apprehensively) What do you mean, it doesn’t work? Moorlocke finds a half-filled bottle, then takes a drink. MOORLOCKE (mumbles - sarcastic) He says, what do I mean, it doesn’t work. Being quite intoxicated, he doesn’t know his directions too well. He shakily points towards one end of the room, then towards the other end. (CONTINUED)

116 71 CONTINUED: (4) MOORLOCKE The damn ‘demo-android’ won’t accept the chip! It’s useless! It doesn’t work! MOVING CLOSE ON - The “DEMO-ANDROID”. It’s a silvery mannequin with no visible gender. It’s seated by the corner, quite rigid and with the Professor’s chip stuck half-way in its mouth. GENERAL CID Did you turn the demo on? Moorlocke gets quite agitated. As he angrily turns to face the General, he loses his balance and falls down...conveniently back on the sofa. He is about to answer the General, but first he takes another swallow. MOORLOCKE I may be drunk, General sir, but I ain’t a shit-head! (sarcastically to himself as he looks at the bottle) What an idiot? Did I turn the demo on? GENERAL CID Sometimes their batteries are dead. Did you plug the unit in? SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANGLE ON - Now that really blows Moorlocke’s top. He grabs the laser-gun and shakily FIRES at the General. Actually, he is aiming at the ATT Holophone that’s behind the General. The laser-gun bullets pass through the General. CLOSE ON - The ATT Holophone as the 3rd -- BANG-ZAP! -- annihilates it, leaving a hole in the wall. Moorlocke, very pissed (that’s angry and drunk) staggers to his feet. Bottle in hand and MUMBLING to himself, he hobbles towards the silvery Demo-Android. MOORLOCKE God damn Generals! (mimics the General) Did I plug the unit in? (MORE)

117 71 CONTINUED: (5) MOORLOCKE (CONT’D) (normal voice) Every frigging body knows you’ve got to plug... (burps) ...plug the unit in for power. Moorlocke reaches down beside the Demo-Android and grabs the cord (a rather long cord) that’s attached to it. He plugs it into the wall socket. ANGLE ON - Moorlocke taking another gulp from the bottle, then he BURPS. Seated beside the Demo-Android, he pushes the Professor’s chip and the Demo-Android accepts it...swallowing it. MOVING CLOSE ON - The Demo-Android as it twitches its head...assimilating the chip. Suddenly, it just stops...its rigid again. Moorlocke “gently” hits the back of the Demo-Android’s head -- THWAP! The Demo-Android then continues to twitch its head. SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANOTHER CLOSE ON - The Demo-Android as it “transforms” (morphs) from a silvery-faced mannequin into PROFESSOR MANFRED ELSET (an Einstein look-alike...white bushy moustache, heavy eyebrows and unkept curly white hair). PROFESSOR ELSET (robotic voice) I am...Profes...I am...I am... Once again, Moorlocke hits the back of the Professor’s head -- THWAP! PROFESSOR ELSET I am...therefore...I am! (twitches violently, then his real voice - cheerfully) Good day! Professor Manfred Elset at your service. I’m here to help save the world with my ozone replenisher machine! Moorlocke turns violent. He makes a grab at the Professor’s throat. MOORLOCKE I want Zia! I don’t give a damn about your frigging machine! I want Zia! (CONTINUED)

118 71 CONTINUED: (6)

PROFESSOR ELSET

(startled - starts to gag) Un..unhand me, you...you inebriated swine! As Moorlocke insanely strangles the Professor, the Professor HITS Moorlocke’s hand, releasing his grasp on his throat; then, he SHOVES Moorlocke backwards, knocking him off his chair. CLOSE ON - Moorlocke on the floor. He can’t handle it at all. He starts to weep...totally depressed...maniacally suicidal. MOORLOCKE I don’t need this kind of shit anymore. To hell with it all... He looks towards the sofa. MOORLOCKE’S POV - The laser-gun on the sofa. Moorlocke tries to get up. But totally drunk as he is and having two left legs, he CRASHES down over the coffee-table beside the sofa. He blacks out. Professor Elset looks on with consternation. PROFESSOR ELSET What a disgusting brain-head! Suddenly, Professor Elset gives a HOWL...as if somebody had pinched his butt. PROFESSOR ELSET Whoa! Professor Elset turns around and starts to converse with someone who isn’t there..It’s all in his “mind”. He smiles. PROFESSOR ELSET I should have known it was you, Bright Eyes. (imaginary hug) Calm down, calm down. So many questions. (MORE)

119 71 CONTINUED: (7) PROFESSOR ELSET (CONT’D) (breaks away, stares at the imaginary Bright Eyes) The moment you accessed my chip, I started to duplicate your memories. It’s the least I could do. Besides, there’s more memory storage in my chip than I can handle! SPECIAL EFFECTS - Professor Elset as he “transforms” (morphs) into...Zia! ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Zia as she now turns and converse with herself...or I should say, the Professor. She hugs him, emotionally. ZIA Professor, I could not bear the thought of losing you...and now.. (breaks away, wipes a tear away...smiles) And now...life goes on. (looks around) So...where are we anyway? Moorlocke starts to awaken. He looks up and sees Zia. SPECIAL EFFECTS - CLOSE ON - Zia as she transforms back to Professor Elset. Moorlocke shakes his head clear. Then he sees the Professor. MOORLOCKE (depressed) This is too much...and now, a drunk’s reality. He turns and crawls to the sofa, grabbing the laser-gun. Professor Elset, disgusted, glares down at Moorlocke. PROFESSOR ELSET We are in the abode of some drunken, suicidal, lunatic brain- head. And, I take it, he is about to blow out his useless brains. (CONTINUED)

120 71 CONTINUED: (8) SPECIAL EFFECTS - ANOTHER ANGLE ON - Professor Elset as he quickly spins around and transforms back to Zia. ZIA (anxiously to the imaginary Professor) That’s Moorlocke brain-head, Professor! Just as Zia looks around for Moorlocke, there is a -- BANG-ZAP! Zia turns the other way and looks down. She gasps! ZIA Oh, no...Moorlocke! Moorlocke angrily stares at his right leg foot. He has shot it off...blown away...wires and SPARKS come out of his right left leg. MOORLOCKE God damn two left feet! Zia comes up beside him. ZIA Moorlocke, are you okay? Moorlocke isn’t surprised at all, seeing her. Rather calmly, he stares at her. MOORLOCKE (depressed) The perfect last vision of my love...before all realities come to an end. He raises the laser-gun and sticks it to his temple. Zia, startled, KNOCKS the laser-gun away. Then, she angrily PUNCHES Moorlocke’s mid-section; ZIA Reality check! CLOSE ON - Moorlocke gasping for air. Then, he looks up.

(CONTINUED)

121 71 CONTINUED: (9) MOORLOCKE Zia??!! (finally realizes) Zia! He hugs her. She reciprocates. ZIA (a tear running down her cheek) Yes, yes...as real as can be. MOVING AWAY FROM - Moorlocke and Zia as he gazes into her eyes...touches her cheek...making sure she’s real. Then, he gives her a long, passionate kiss. FADE OUT:

Moorlocke, Zia and the nasty Dick-Heads

will return in:

“The Subterranean Wars”

THE END

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