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TECH 3

The experiment. The danger...

THE VOICE is soothing, calming, hypnotic, but the

submachine guns are always in position.

LEADER:

It's alright.

TECH 3

It is?

LEADER:

It will be fine. You have another.

TECH 3

Just one. The back up.

LEADER:

Could I have it, please.

TECH 3

I can't get it out. It would take hours.

LEADER:

That's alright. Just tear it apart.

TECH 3

Tear it apart?

LEADER:

Yes.

TECH 3

Ahhh...Okay?!!!

He tears into a complex web of electronic circuitry,

ripping wires and circuit boards apart. With a POP, the circuits

go out.

The lights dip, the OVERHEAD VIDEO SCREENS go out

as the TECH comes up with the MAIN CIRCUIT BOARD.

THE SHRIEK of an ALARM SIREN. Suddenly a door swings

open. The LEADER'S gun swings on the figure in the doorway...Joe

Doakes. Joe stands in shock, looks at the gun, swings the

door shut behind him. The ALARM CUTS OUT. Everyone in the room

stares at him. he stands there rumpled and bemused, blinking

at them; Dustin Hoffman on drugs. Finally, the LEADER sees

he's no threat, relaxes his grip on the gun. The LEADER snaps out:

LEADER:

What do you want?

JOE (stoned innocent)

Drink of water...?

A beat, then the LEADER relaxes...He waves Joe away...

LEADER:

Go get a drink.

This has the force of suggestion...Joe turns and

walks through and out of the room...looking for a drink. The LEADER

motions to INTRUDER 2 to continue.

INTRUDER 2

The PEM114?

TECH 2

Yes, that's it.

LEADER:

Give it to me.

He does. Another tech offers the Leader the spare.

He holds the tiny circuit board in his palm, removes one chip.

LEADER:

This the only spare?

TECH 2

Yes.

LEADER:

The other working.

TECH 2

Perfectly.

The Leader has something in his hand, a CLICK, a

WHOOSH. A butane lighter melts the circuit board to microscopic

slag. The Tech looks at his scorched hand, the destroyed

silicon bead. is voice is still slightly amused.

TECH 2

Ow?...

LEADER:

It'l be alright.

TECH 2

It will.

LEADER:

It doesn't hurt.

TECH 2

No?

The Leader pauses for a moment, amused by their sheep-like

acquiescence. His next suggestion is droll.

LEADER:

It tickles.

The tech looks at his smoking hand in dismay...then

incredibly finds something amusing in his second degree burn.

He starts to laugh...it tickles...The other techs look confused,

then it's contagious. They start to laugh too.

INTRUDER 5, steps into the room full of laughing

idiots. He moves to the LEADER. They speak quickly and both

leave.

INT. HIGH TECH EXPERIMENT AREA

The LEADER is surprised.

LEADER:

What's this?

INT 5

They're further along

than we thought.

CU - an empty beaker on a pad surrounded by exotic

equipment.

INT 5

...Looks almost ready to go.

A WALKIE-TALKIE SQUAWKS.

W/T (V.O.)

...response to door alarm...

LEADER:

Time to go...(looks at the

beaker) It doesn't matter.

We have the PEM.

They turn and exit the room. As they do, the LEADER

notices Joe aimlessly examining the wall of equipment nearby.

Joe is really stoned...He's fooling with a control panel, flicking

switches on and off. He notices the INTRUDERS. Caught, he tries

to make the best of it. He smooths his hair, spins and comes

to a half-assed kind of attention. As he turns, he knocks some wildly

expensive piece of equipment to the floor. Joe grimaces and

straightens his tie, making it much worse. The LEADER comes close

to him, stares at him, thoughtfully. Joe blinks back, trying to

clear his head in case speaking is required...The leader looks at

the smashed equipment. Joe looks at it guiltily. The Radio SQUAWKS.

The Leader decides. Abruptly, he kicks the equipment

out of his way. It smashes against the back wall. Joe winces...the

Leader turns and stalks out of the room. Joe holds his attention

position for a moment, like a good scout, then seems

to find himself lost and alone in a room full of strange

equipment.

MAIN ROOM:

OTHER INTRUDERS finish taking apart the equipment.

The LEADER addresses the crowd, a James Mason-ish

air about him.

LEADER:

We must be off. Goodbye.

TECHS:

Goodbye...Goodbye...

They all wish them goodbye...smiles and laughter

all around. The one who struggled steps forward.

He struggles again...

TECH 3

Who....are...you?

INTRUDER 5 just laughs, but the LEADER turns back to TECH 3.

LEADER:

I'm ...your mother.

CLOSE UP - TECH 3

Stunned and confused...He shakes his head and blinks rapidly.

He rubs his eyes.

TECH 3'S POV

Before his eyes, the IMAGE OF THE LEADER shrinks down

and transforms itself into that of a grey haired old lady.

TECH 3 - can't believe it.

TECH 3

Mom...what are you doing here?

LEADER:

Leaving, now go to sleep.

...all of you.

Some of them do. The INTRUDERS step back through

the door. The TECHS look at each other blankly. Then they look

at the ceiling ...the walls...their shoes, anything. In the video

monitoring section, others watch the INTRUDERS leave on SCREENS...Their

faces register nothing. The LEADER pauses...A final

command...

LEADER:

Give me the surveillance

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