Higher Power Page #3

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(Joe chuckles)

(screams)

- Come on, honey. Turn it off.

- (groans)

(screaming in agony)

Answer me, Joe.

(groans)

Yes. What do you want?

Sabi:
Hello?

- Joe:
Help me!

- Sabi:
What happened?

I need you to lift that firearm

And shoot this woman in the head.

- Sabi:
Are you ok?

- Joe:
Call the police. Please!

- Help me! He...

- Sabi:
Tell me what happened.

- Control:
Now, Joe.

- Joe:
I don't know just please help me.

You're gonna be fine.

Control:
Or I'm gonna put a

bullet in your daughter's head.

Joe:
No! No, please!

Okay, anything.

- Sabi:
What?

- Please, don't hurt her.

Control:
Then do as I say.

You've got exactly five seconds.

- I can't do this.

- Wait, who are you talking to?

Control:
Five.

- Joe:
Okay, okay, okay, okay!

- Control:
Four.

- Sabi:
No, stop!

- Joe:
I'm sorry.

- Sabi:
Don't do this! No!

- Control:
Three.

- Joe:
I'm sorry.

- Don't!

Control:
Two.

- I'm sorry.

- (gun clocking)

Joe:
(recording) I guess,

I should thank my higher power.

Honestly, I don't really know

who or whatever that is yet.

Remember this, Joe.

I am your higher power.

And you will surrender to me.

- We have big plans for you.

- (groans)

(thud)

(ominous music playing)

- Report.

- Ready, Doctor.

(ominous music playing)

(Joe gasps)

Joe:
Jesus Christ.

(groans)

Help!

(groans) Help me!

Oh no!

(beeping) Sh*t, sh*t, sh*t.

- (phone ringing)

- Operator:
9-1-1.

- What's the nature of your emergency?

- Joe:
Yes, I've been kidnapped!

There's a man, he's watching

my daughters and I...

If you contact the authorities

in any way again...

- We will kill them.

- Joe:
Wait. Wait, no!

Oh, f***!

(screams)

- Do you understand?

- Joe:
Yes! Yes, yes, yes.

I understand. I understand.

Good.

(groans)

(pants)

Now look inside the car.

- You see the backpack?

- Yes.

You'll need a few items for this

next assignment.

Please just show them to me.

Please, I just need to know

that they're safe.

(electricity static)

(groans)

- I swear to god, if you...

- Control:
Shut up and turn on the car.

- Just... Leave...

- Now, Joe. Drive.

(intense music playing)

(buzzing)

Zoe:
Rhea, it's a grocery

bagging job.

They don't care how you look. They'd

hire you if you had a nose ring

- on the back of your head.

- Rhea:
Hey, everybody cares

what I look like. (laughs)

Besides, how much longer

can you

possibly stand me sleeping

on your couch for?

- Zoe:
That's very true.

- Rhea:
Seriously, though.

- Thanks for letting me stay with you.

- Zoe:
Always.

(ambient music playing)

(phone ringing)

(car engine idling)

Control:
Look in the bag.

Take out the tablet.

You recognize this man?

Yeah, that's Charles Margrey.

He's the president of Redlock,

where I work.

Now you know who to look for.

Grab your bag, we're moving in.

Don't forget your mask.

Place the small black box

on the security panel.

(crickets chirping)

(beeps)

- Sabi:
All right, we're in.

- It's time to see what you're made of.

What am I doing here?

(exhales)

You're insane. I can't do this.

You're wasting time, Joe.

(exhales)

Go upstairs to the third floor.

- He's in the room at the end of the hall.

- Joe:
All right.

Okay.

(breathes deeply)

Control:
Impressive, isn't it?

Charles Margrey had a simple

idea that put him on the map.

How do we beat the Soviets

in Afghanistan?

We arm and fund the mujahideen

to fight them.

The politicians

called it genius.

(buzzing)

(breathes deeply)

Seven years later

the Soviets were defeated.

They gave this terrorist keys to his own

weapons research facility as a reward.

Thirteen years later two towers

fell in Manhattan.

Take a good, long, hard look

around, Joe.

This is what death can buy you.

Look in the bag.

You're gonna put that gun

to his head.

Threaten his life

unless he opens his safe.

(Joe groans)

- Control:
Get him to open the safe on the second floor.

- (gun cocking)

- All right.

- Now move!

Joe:
Get up! Get up!

Charles:
What the hell

is going on?

- Joe:
Take me to your safe!

- Take it easy with that gun.

- Just take me to your safe on the second floor, goddammit!

- Okay, okay, all right.

- Joe:
Get up! Let's go!

- Okay.

Joe:
Come on.

In the safe. Get it.

The laptop on the center shelf.

Get the laptop

on the center shelf.

Just grab it.

Come on.

- Tell him to authorize it.

- Authorize it.

Authorization Charles Margrey

delta one zero two six.

Control:
Put your finger

on the tray.

Back up.

(beeping)

Sabi:
You were right, Doctor.

It is him.

(Sabi gasps) Wow.

- Look at that.

- That's impossible.

Control:
Take the small metallic

LED device from your backpack.

- Who the hell are you?

- Place it on the laptop.

All right.

Okay, the data is transferred

and I have a cloned copy

of all your work coming up.

Good, Joe. We have what we need.

- Tell him to get on his knees.

- No.

You said no one

was gonna get hurt.

- I said no such thing.

- No, I'm not gonna do that.

- (groans)

- (beeping)

- Sabi:
We lost his optics feed.

- Control:
I need it powered on.

- Give me a second.

- Joe.

Wait. Wait. No, no, no.

It's me, Joe.

Joe Steadman.

- I work at the facility.

- Charles:
Joe?

- Okay, the link is established.

- You're the match?

- Jesus.

- Joe:
Trust me. Believe me.

There is a man and he's in my

head and he's talking to me.

You have to believe...

Optics implant.

You're watching me right now,

aren't you, you crazy bastard?

I shut down the program

for a reason.

- It's too dangerous.

- Walk forward now, Joe,

or he will kill you.

- Tell him he's right.

- He says you're right.

- Control:
It is too dangerous.

- It is too dangerous.

- (bullet fires)

- (grunts)

For him.

(buzzing)

Control:
Now, take out

the clippers.

We'll be needing his thumb.

- I'm not like you.

- Control:
No?

Then save your daughter's life.

Take the clippers and cut off

his f***ing thumb!

(groans)

(beeping)

(buzzing)

(brakes screeching)

(buzzing)

(beeping)

(intense music playing)

Security guard:
Joe! It's 8:40.

- Man, where you been?

- Joe:
I know, I'm sorry man.

- Security guard: Everything okay?

- Joe:
Yeah. It's all right,

I just...

I got caught up in some stuff.

- Security:
Sure? You sure?

- Joe:
I'm sure, Frank. Now take off.

Alright, buddy. See ya.

(intense music playing)

(drone screeching)

Control:
Grab the equalizing mask

from your bag and put it on now.

Man1:
Yeah, that went well.

Let's follow up next week.

Hey, what's with the mask?

(beeping)

(gasping)

Joe:
What're you...

what're you doing?

Control:
It's called B-19...

a classified undetectable

chemical weapon.

That immediately bonds

with air particles

on a subatomic level creating

a controlled seismic vacuum.

- Joe:
Hey! Hey, make it stop!

- Control:
Ironic.

These men invested millions

into the project.

But you're missing

the best part, Joe.

Watch.

Their deaths were necessary.

Hers, on the other hand,

can be spared.

That's if you make it

to the main facility in time.

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