Mumford Page #28

SKIP:

Thanks, Jennifer, I'll take him from

here.

The Security Aide retreats as Skip (riding slowly alongside)

leads Mumford into a side corridor.

INT. BOWELS OF THE BUILDING, PANDA MODEM HEADQUARTERS - DAY

SERIES OF SHOTS. Skip and Mumford move through a maze of

hallways with progressively less foot traffic.

SKIP:

I've never brought anyone down here

before.

MUMFORD:

I'm honored.

SKIP:

Doc, there's something about what

you told me the other night I can't

get out of my head. It's driving me

batty --

(Mumford nods, waits)

Why me? How did you know you could

trust me?

MUMFORD:

You're completely reliable.

Skip is pleased. They approach a heavy steel door, the

entrance to Skip's Workshop. A VERY OLD SECURITY AIDE sits

at the end of the intersecting hallway, watching this area.

Skip shouts down there --

SKIP:

It's just me, Dino!

The old man nods, barely awake.

MUMFORD:

Skip, I've got a problem and I need

some advice.

SKIP:

You want my advice? Far out!

Skip puts his hand in a scanning device in the wall. Some

lights blink and the heavy metal door pops open a few inches.

Skip has to put all his weight into opening the door. He

hesitates, suddenly concerned --

SKIP:

I hope nothing you're about to see

will shake your faith in me.

Mumford reassures him with a look. Skip pushes the door open

far enough for them to enter, then pulls it closed behind

them.

INT. SKIP'S WORKSHOP - DAY

Mumford and Skip enter the large, windowless workspace. What

at first appears chaotic is, in fact, carefully organized.

Many different disciplines interface here:

THE BODY SECTION: The first thing one notices -- some

incredibly life-like, anatomically correct,

sculpture/mannequins -- both male and female. You half expect

them to breathe. From there, a full wall of forms descends

from store mannequins and skeletons all the way down to a

huge variety of inflatable sex dolls.

THE CYBER SECTION: A dizzying array of computers and screens,

some showing wire-form outlines of body parts in repeated

motion. Above them, on a huge corkboard, hundreds of computer

generated renderings of skin, eyes, limbs, sexual organs.

THE BODY PARTS SECTION: Medical models of teeth, eyes, lips,

limbs. Hundreds of porn store samples: plastic d*ldos, rubber

vaginas, sucking machines and sundry genitalia.

THE FORM-CASTING SHOP: All the machinery you need to make

rubber and acrylic forms of anything that can be computer

designed.

All these weird objects are set upon shiny, spotless, high-

tech work surfaces. Skip watches Mumford move about in awe,

picking up the odd item.

SKIP:

Pretty creepy, huh? Are you totally

disgusted?

MUMFORD:

("no")

Skip, you're a visionary. That can

be a burden.

SKIP:

This doesn't seem a little...

perverse?

MUMFORD:

There are a lot of lonely people in

the world. Somebody's gonna figure

this out someday.

SKIP:

It's not going to be me. I'm giving

it up.

MUMFORD:

Really?

SKIP:

It's all your fault. In the last 48

hours, I've completely lost interest.

MUMFORD:

What'd I do?

Skip looks at Mumford, a wide grin on his face.

SKIP:

Lily.

MUMFORD:

Lily...

(gets it)

...Skip, that's great! You and Lily.

SKIP:

Oh, she doesn't know about it yet.

Right now, of the two of us, I'm the

only one in love. But I'm very stoked.

Skip settles in front of the Body Parts section, framed by

an array of limbs and sex toys. There's an assembled pelvic

section with upper legs lying in the clutter behind him.

SKIP:

Doc, how I can be of help to you?

Skip leans back against the table and accidentally hits a

button. The pelvic section begins to hump, slowly and

sensually, in place. It's amazingly life-like, but it makes

a mechanical WHIRRING SOUND. Skip fumbles to turn it off.

SKIP:

Sorry...

MUMFORD:

Wow.

Skip gets the pelvis switched off and turns back to Mumford.

SKIP:

I'm here for you, Doc.

MUMFORD:

Skip, you know that it's improper --

completely unethical -- for a licensed

psychologist to carry on a romantic

relationship with one of his patients?

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