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The Bionic Woman Page #12
- TV-PG
- Year:
- 1976
- 60 min
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Tactics, combat, infiltration,
logistics, even military R&D -
56.
JONAS, JAE, RUTH and JAIME sit at the semicircular CONFERENCE
TABLE that wraps halfway around the projection circle.
JONAS (CONT'D)
-- the girl was a born warrior.
FLATSCREENS cover the entire wall BEHIND the circle, showing
a CHANGING array of PICTURES and INFORMATION, all about SARAH.
JONAS (CONT'D)
So when Eric finished the prototype,
I wasn't surprised when she
volunteered.
Jaime tears her gaze from HoloSarah back to Jonas.
JAIME:
(shocked)
Volunteered? To be -- to let him -
JONAS:
It was -(
stops, tries again)
I should have said no.
JAE:
(flat, emotionless)
But you didn't.
There's TENSION between them, something SIMMERING and too
long unsaid, but Jaime doesn't have time for their past drama.
JAIME:
What happened?
Ruth TAPS at the KEYBOARD embedded in the table.
HOLOSARAH becomes SEMI-TRANSPARENT -- like an ANATOMICAL
DIAGRAM, showing Sarah's heart, blood vessels, organs,
overlaid with layers of muscles and tendons and nerves -
JONAS:
She became strong, fast, utterly
lethal.
--AND WE CAN SEE HER BIONICS. BOTH LEGS, BOTH ARMS, and
ONE EYE in shades of BRIGHT BLUE and GREEN and STARK WHITE.
JONAS (CONT'D)
Something of a one-woman army.
Tiny flows of MERCURY-LIKE QUICKSILVER race from the bionics
to the organic body and back, DARTING like lightning,
INTERTWINING the human and machine -- and congregating in -
57.
THE BRAIN, which SPARKLES with racing quicksilver in a
shimmering WEBWORK, extending from several tiny SILVER NEXUSES
implanted in various spots.
JONAS (CONT'D)
She was the best operative I had.
Brilliant. Fearless. Unstoppable.
Jaime has gotten up from her chair, eyes fixed on HoloSarah,
approaching the unmoving figure with a kind of FASCINATION.
Jaime STOPS, face to face with HoloSarah, eyes on the webwork
in Sarah's brain like she's looking at a terrible MIRROR.
JONAS (CONT'D)
And then... she went insane.
At that moment, HoloSarah SOLIDIFIES again, and Jaime's EYE
TO EYE with a perfect replica of SARAH, STARING at her.
JONAS (CONT'D)
She went rogue. Vanished.
JAE *
Now she's a mercenary and an assassin, *
for sale to the highest bidder. *
JAIME *
(turns back to them)
Why would she want to hurt Eric? *
RUTH *
Turns out, your car accident wasn't *
accidental at all. We were misled, *
pretty damn brilliantly, by the body
of what looked like a drunken driver
in the car that hit you. Except his
neck was broken before the crash.
JAE:
This wasn't the first attempt on Eric. It
was the second. He was the target all along.
JONAS:
And apparently, he still is.
Jaime gives Jonas a look that could freeze ice.
JAIME:
All this is your fault.
JONAS:
Me? I'd never let anything happen
to Eric! He's like a son to me -
58.
JAIME:
And like you said -- without him,
there are no bionics.
Jonas looks like he wants to HIT her, but instead just BITES
OFF his words, hard and cold:
JONAS:
Think what you like about me. But
Sarah is out there. And I need your
help.
JAIME:
What, because "this time it's
personal?"
JONAS:
Every mission is personal, for me.
JAIME:
You used Eric, and you want to use
me, and I'm telling you: it's done.
She EXITS without looking back. Jonas sighs, steeples his
fingers, looking down -- then, without looking up:
JONAS:
Do it.
RUTH:
(protesting)
Goddammit, Jonas -
Jonas' head snaps up, his voice like a WHIPCRACK.
JONAS:
It's not a request, Treadwell. Run
the sim.
Jonas exits, going after Jaime.
INT. OBSERVATION DECK OVER O.R. -- DAY
Hours later. Jaime is ASLEEP, draped over one of the chairs.
A hand comes into frame, touching her gently on the shoulder.
Jaime opens her eyes blearily, looks up to see -
SARAH standing over her, all in BLACK.
SARAH:
He's mine now, b*tch.
She GRINS, feral and horrible, teeth laced with BLOOD -
SMASH CUT TO:
59.
INT. OBSERVATION DECK OVER O.R. -- DAY
JAIME comes GASPING awake, a HAND on her shoulder --JONAS.
JONAS:
Jaime! It's all right -- you were
dreaming -
Jaime jumps to her feet, looks at the O.R. below -- EMPTY.
JAIME:
Where is he? *
INT. ELEVATOR -- DAY
Jonas and Jaime in the elevator, going DOWN.
JONAS:
I've instituted special security
protocols. He's in lockdown; he
won't leave the complex until Sarah's
been -- neutralized. *
Jaime looks UNNERVED, nightmare still ECHOING in her mind.
A darkened, windowless room, a HOSPITAL BED against the wall.
ERIC lies on the bed, chest BANDAGED, face pale and DRAWN.
MONITORS beep, IV's are in both his arms, O2 tube beneath
his nose. Jaime comes up to him, gently takes his hand --
ERIC:
(smiling weakly)
Hey.
JAIME:
Eric's voice is hoarse, he's WEAK, blurry from the surgery -
ERIC:
Yeah, I know what that's like.
(feeble grin)
Sucks, huh? *
His smile FADES as he he reaches up WEAKLY, pulls her close,
his tone URGENT:
ERIC (CONT'D)
She won't stop.
He's fighting to stay conscious, every word a STRUGGLE.
60.
ERIC (CONT'D)
I know Sarah -- when she starts
something, she never stops. She'll
keep coming back, until I'm dead.
And then -- she'll come after you.
JAIME:
Me? Why?
ERIC:
She knows what you are, now.
Eric holds her hand TIGHT, looks up with frantic INTENSITY:
ERIC (CONT'D)
Stop her, Jaime. Stop her.
Jaime comes into the Ops Center. Jonas is bent over the *
central displays with Ruth, he looks up to see Jaime enter --*
JAIME *
I'll do it. *
JAE AND THE TEAM have just entered -- Jae sees the look *
between Jaime and Jonas, UNDERSTANDS instantly. *
JAE:
(under his breath)
Great.
RUTH:
Gather 'round, boys. Looks like we
may have gotten lucky.
(starts typing)
Sarah left behind a fragment of soil
that doesn't match the roof gravel.
ONSCREEN, a SCHEMATIC of the rooftop Sarah fired from,
ROTATING to close in on an area no more than a square INCH -
RUTH (CONT'D)
The soil composition is unusual --*
high levels of arsenic and lead with
a chaser of diesel residue. Then,
on top of that, I found polyamide
shavings. And there you are!
BLANK LOOKS from the Team, Jonas and Jaime.
RUTH (CONT'D)
Arsenic, lead, diesel -- don't you
people read?
61.
MAC:
(cheerfully)
Nah.
RADCLIFFE:
Does "Soldier of Fortune" count?
RUTH:
Oh, for -
(explaining)
In 1906, after the earthquake -we've
heard of the earthquake, right? -the
city bulldozed the wreckage for
landfill to make the wharf. Building
materials of the period used high
levels of --*
JONAS:
-- arsenic and lead.
RUTH:
And in 1990, a tank rupture saturated *
ten blocks there -- with diesel. *
She pulls up a MAP of the BAY ala GOOGLE EARTH -- the bird'seye
HURTLES down on an AREA of WAREHOUSES crowded cheek-tojowl
in a heavy INDUSTRIAL AREA of the shipping wharf.
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