Conspiracy Theory Page #3

Jerry writes out five labels. Addresses from across

America. Jerry slaps the labels on the newsletters.

EXT. STREET

The sun comes up.

Jerry drops the newsletters into a mailbox. He starts

across the street, then stops, looks back with dread. He

steps back over, checks the slot. Everything went down.

Jerry starts away, then stops again. As he looks back...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. JUSTICE DEPARTMENT - NYC OFFICES - DAY

Jerry passes through the metal detectors. He stops to

stare at the blindfolded Status of Justice. As a FEDERAL

COP steps over to join him.

JERRY:

Smart girl.

FEDERAL COP:

How's that, sir?

JERRY:

She's got a blindfold on.

FEDERAL COP:

Do you have an appointment here,

sir?

Jerry continues to stare.

JERRY:

Depends on your definition...

INT. JUSTICE DEPARTMENT - OUTSIDE CONFERENCE ROOM - DAY

The morning meeting yet to begin. Lawyers wait as,

THROUGH the glass, treadmill girl Liza Sutton argues with

brusque department head WILSON. It's a screaming match,

though on this side of the glass their VOICES are MUFFLED

THUMPS. Liza waves her arms. Wilson shakes his head

emphatically.

As they continue to argue, a YOUNG LAWYER arrives being

shown the ropes by an OLDER LAWYER.

OLDER LAWYER:

This is the conference room. We

start 9 AM sharp. Usually.

The argument in the conference room has gotten so

vociferous, that people have stopped pretending not to

watch.

YOUNG LAWYER:

Wow. How long till I can talk

like that to Mr. Wilson?

OLDER LAWYER:

About a thousand years. That's

Liza Sutton. You heard of the

federal judge? Tom Sutton?

Assassinated a few years ago?

YOUNG LAWYER:

By that cult leader who's in

prison, right? Ezekiel Walters.

The one who blew up the Citibank

Building.

OLDER LAWYER:

None of it ever proven. But

Sutton did deny Ezekiel a writ of

habeas corpus. Anyhow, Liza is

Sutton's daughter.

A commotion down the hall. Jerry. The cop from

downstairs and a second one try everything short of

violence to usher him out.

JERRY:

I'm an American and I demand to

see Liza Sutton!

CONFERENCE ROOM:

Wilson and Liza are nose-to-nose. THROUGH the glass, the

head of every lawyer turns from them to Jerry. Like

deftly executed synchronized swimming, Liza and Wilson

can't help but notice. Jerry. Liza shakes her head in

despair.

WILSON:

Ah, your psychotic is here.

LIZA:

Not today...

Liza crouches down on the floor behind the chair.

LIZA:

Tell him I'm on vacation. That I

won't be back for two weeks.

WILSON:

I don't know if you're the best

lawyer I've got or a high school

sophomore.

Wilson shakes his head, exits.

OUTSIDE CONFERENCE ROOM

As Jerry struggles with the guards who are definitely

getting more physical.

WILSON:

Get him out of here.

CONFERENCE ROOM:

Liza peeks out. They're hurting Jerry now. As Liza

sighs.

OUTSIDE CONFERENCE ROOM

They drag Jerry back. Liza appears.

LIZA:

It's okay! Let him go!

The guards hesitate. Wilson nods. As they let Jerry

go...

LIZA:

Jerry, you are a restraining order

waiting to happen.

INT. JUSTICE DEPARTMENT - LIZA'S OFFICE - DAY

In its own way as cluttered and overflowing with files as

Jerry's apartment is. At her desk, Liza watches Jerry

pace. The door is intentionally open. Liza's secretary

JILL keeps a protective eye from the outer office.

LIZA:

I don't see the connection.

JERRY:

Come on! Six major earthquakes in

the last three years? The space

shuttle in orbit for every one of

them?

LIZA:

(incredulous)

Testing some top secret seismic

weapon.

JERRY:

Not testing. Using. Nukes are

passe. This is the weapon of the

future.

As Liza exchanges a look with Jill, Jerry pauses to look

at a framed photo on a credenza.

Liza, 20, in full riding gear, gracefully jumping a horse

over a set of rails.

LIZA:

I still don't see what it has to

do with the President.

JERRY:

(re:
photo)

Do you still ride?

LIZA:

Not for years.

JERRY:

So why do you keep the picture up?

You wish you hadn't quit?

LIZA:

Well, I -- Jerry, the point. Get

there. What does it have to do

with the President?

It takes him a moment to switch gears. Setting down the

picture, he pulls out a map, unfolds it on Liza's desk.

A seismic survey map. He points as he talks.

JERRY:

The President's in Europe.

Tomorrow he'll be in Turkey.

Right along this fault line. They

launched the space shuttle

yesterday.

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