Killer 7 Page #5

Episode #101

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(Overpass)

(Garcian approaches Mills)

Mills:
Pfft, who in the hell was that? What, a new type of stalker?

Garcian:
I feel something, like somebody's calling out to me...

Mills:
You can't last long in this business relying on "feelings." I

trust you know that.

Garcian:
Let's hit Texas first.

Mills:
Texas?

Garcian:
Nobody wears a t-shirt that says "Texas Bronco," except in Texas.

Mills:
Huh?

Garcian:
Time to head South by Southeast.

(Intercity outskirts, Texas)

Farmer:
Oh, we don't get many black folk around here. What brings you

to town. Ulmeyda? Yes, I see. I just met him today, I meet him everyday.

You saw the posters around town, hmm? You think they're...creepy? Well,

you'd better keep that thought to yourself around here, if you care for

your life. This is a mean town. They'll do anything to protect the great

Ulmeyda.

(Intercity, Texas)

Woman:
You're an outsider? You've done well to make it this far. You one

of them reporters? (Time passes) Oh, you still here? What'cha need?

Lookin' for Ulmeyda, hmm? I couldn't care less about that disco freak, I

won't have anything to do with him. Oh don't get me wrong, I'm glad the

town has flourished, but do you have any idea how many creeps with that

weird smile have moved in? Somethin's up with him, though I don't quite

know what. This is an old town, and we respect tradition. I can't get

along with a bunch of newcomers who just waltzed on in, no way.

(Intercity Post Office, Texas)

Postal Worker:
Yeah, I know him. Ulmeyda, right? He's a good guy, I'm not

way into him or anything, he did his job; he's one of those guys nobody

notices. I kinda think he was just lucky, but it is strange...no, no-no,

just talkin' to myself, I mean, how could a lowly postal worker take over

such a big corporation? Coulda been me, he's hardly worth the shirt on

his back. What an a**hole! He sold the damn town, he sold our souls,

that's how he got that position, the damn fake!

(First Life Inc. Main Gates)

Guard:
Sorry, only First Life employees are allowed from this point.

Walkie-Talkie:
This is an emergency message from Mr. Ulmeyda; let

Mr. Smith through. I repeat, let Mr. Smith through.

Guard:
Are you...Mr. Smith? My sincere apologies Mr. Smith, please

forgive me. But I'll tell ya something, though, even we don't know what

goes on inside this building.... Anyway, please, come in.

[3/05]

(Desert)

Ulmeyda(In an astronaut-like encounter suit): Ahh, you made it! Well, how

was your trip here? This city I've created is...is a paradise. The life

here is perfectly autonomous, a model of peace. But our corporation,

First Life Inc. (Laughs) It doesn't exist, no sir, it just...runs

commercials. You see, people judge books, by their covers. (Clock in the

background reads 17:00) Oh, today's job is done. Ahh yes, you just might

be able to meet today's lucky guy. (A long line of slouching citizens

walk past Ulmeyda's trailer in the desert) Don't be alarmed, these are

good citizens, no Heaven Smile. Our man, (Ulmeyda grabs one of the kid's

shoulders) Clemence, congratulations!

Gabriel Clemence: Me? Is it really me? Wow, I can't believe it!

Ulmeyda:
(Laughs) Relax, Clemence. You're job has just begun. Calm down,

or you'll frighten Lady Luck away!

Clemence:
Y-you're right, um, what should I do?

Ulmeyda:
Like I told you, first, you need to relax. Your job will be here

any moment! (A car with rocket engines pulls itself in front of the two)

Clemence, this, is yours! G'head, take it for a spin!

Clemence:
Huh, this car...is it really mine?

Ulmeyda:
Of course it is, now take it, and do what you want with it!

Clemence:
It's really, really mine?!

Ulmeyda:
Hop in and find out! (Car blasts off into the distance) Bon

voyage! Don't drive yourself to death! (Motions at the screen) C'mere.

Clemence's job had a five million dollar price tag! This is what he gets

to do! (Close-up on Clemence's face, now suffering high duress from the

multiple G forces of the vehicle) This is what I call driving yourself

to death! How long will Clemence last, or will he cross the finish line?

If he makes it, he wins. (The car speeds across the desert) I needed

bigger thrills. So, I infected myself with all kinds of deadly viruses.

I overcame them, time after time, discovering vaccines and creating

medicine all the way. I overcame all the symptoms. (Sighs) But them

"Smileys," ooh, they're different, the risks involved are at...another

realm. It's flirtin' with...f***in' death itself. I...I...I want you to

kill me. If I catch Heaven Smile, you gotta kill me. I heard you're the

only one who can kill them.

(Military planes, jeeps, troops and medical teams swarm from all corners

of the desert around Ulmeyda. A medical team member pulls out a large

syringe and injects Ulmeyda with the mysterious liquid within. A General

approaches the camera)

General:
I'm General Lynch from the United States Emergency Countermeasure

Defense Department. I want to thank you for assisting in the capture of

Mr. Ulmeyda. As you may know, this city is run by the military. This city

remains a vital instrument for determining our country's safety

standards. So I ask you, forget what you witnessed here today.

Soldier(approaching Lynch): General, beginning countdown, sir.

General Lynch(talking hold of the soldier's walkie-talkie): Aim!

Soldier:
On your mark. 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, mark!

(Explosion from where Ulmeyda was captured. Close-up on Ulmeyda twisting,

screaming and his skin breaking out.)

Ulmeyda(hissing): I told ya to kill me, now...now I'm goin' mad. I can't

control this urge to kill! What are you gonna do about it? Damn, get this

over with, once and for all!

(Ulmeyda explodes within his suit, head skyrocketing upward. Blood begins

to rain all across the desert)

Lynch(looking at the player): Take cover, hurry!

(The blood rain causes the General to go into convulsions and die)

(Ulmeyda stands naked and headless in the center of the commotion,

tendrils of blood drawing his head back to his neck. He smiles. More

tendrils sprout from his back and insert themselves into his afro,

causing it to float just behind him.)

(Ulmeyda, after being shot in the afro, decomposes into numerous little

molecules that absorb themselves into the desert)

(Cut to Clemence's car slowing down in the bloody downpour. Clemence

stops the car and steps outside)

Clemence:
What happened to Mr. Ulmeyda? This...this blood (Tastes it),

it tastes like Mr. Ulmeyda's. So...he's dead, isn't he? I've always had

a sixth sense...(Clenches fist) If only I had only attained Mr.

Ulmeyda's level earlier! (A spectral image of Ulmeyda's encounter suit

appears in the background)

Ulmeyda:
Clemence, you're in control of things now. Walk down the path of

life, don't succumb to weakness, take the big risks...

Clemence:
Rest assured, Master Ulmeyda, I will watch over this town. Our

way of life stands eternal. May peace rest with out great Ulmeyda. Our

messiah.

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