The Bionic Woman Page #6

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ERIC (CONT'D)

The nanocytes do maintenance and

healing, for both your bionics and

your body -

JAIME'S LEGS ARE TRANSPARENT, just like her ARM, showing the

INNER WORKINGS of the bionics beneath -

-- blue-white blood PULSING through semi-transparent veins,

silver NERVES branching and darting, white muscles BUNCHING

and relaxing with every movement.

JAIME:

Oh, my god...

27.

Desperate to break through her horror, Eric grabs up a mirror,

holds it up to her face -

ERIC:

You should have stitches and

lacerations bone deep all over your

face, but look. You're healing at

an exponential rate --all of you.

And instead of answer, Jaime RIPS the bandage from her eye.

She's RELIEVED for a moment, her eye looks NORMAL -

-- but then Jaime sees the pupil has a strange EMERALD GREEN

GLINT to it, like A CAT'S EYE REFLECTING in the dark.

Jaime takes the mirror, holding it in her bionic hand, STARING

at her eye -- and as she TENSES, the mirror CRACKS in her

hand, SPIDERWEBBING.

ERIC (CONT'D)

(hastily)

Yeah, don't worry about that -bionics

are stronger than the, um,

what you had before. The biosensors

just have to adjust, it's a call and

response process to develop a

neurofeedback loop -

JAIME:

Shut. Up.

(shock becoming anger) *

Stop talking to me about grafts and

machines and nano-neuro-whatever -

(escalating)

This is my body, what did you do to

my body -

ERIC:

(desperately)

I saved it! I saved you! Your body

was broken, you were dying, and I

had to -- I had to -- just, just

look at your arm. Look.

Afraid of what she'll see, Jaime looks at her arm -

ON JAIME'S BIONIC ARM as, with each RUSH of pulse, the bionic

skin goes OPAQUE, looking for an instant like NORMAL SKIN,

then back to transparent, then NORMAL again -

ERIC (CONT'D)

It's happening. The nanocytes are

matching your bionics to your body;

pigmentation, hair, muscle structures,

everything.

28.

Jaime stares as if MESMERIZED at her arm, CHANGING with each

pulse, fascinated in spite of herself.

ERIC (CONT'D)

With every heartbeat, it's turning

more into you.

JAIME:

Will these legs -- will I be able to

walk?

ERIC:

Your body has to learn how, just

like -

(voice catches)

-- a baby learns to use its arms and

legs. But a hell of a lot quicker.

The bionics are capable of adjusting

in a couple of hours.

Jaime is barely holding it together, looks up at Eric. *

JAIME *

You've turned me into some kind of *

freak. *

KERR-CRUNNCCHH! Jaime looks in SHOCK at her right hand -she's

CRUMPLED the steel bedrail like a roll of tinfoil.

ERIC:

Actually, it's not just "stronger."

More like, a lot stronger.

JAIME:

Leave me alone.

ERIC:

My lab is one floor down. If you

need me...

JAIME:

(shouting)

You want me to say get out? All

right:
get out!

Eric turns and goes -

-- and Jaime RIPS the crushed piece of bed railing off with

a WHINE of tearing metal, then FLINGS it hard after him -

CHLUNNKK! the railing SLAMS like an arrow into the wall by

the door, QUIVERING with the force of her throw.

Jaime falls back against the pillows, turns her face to the

wall.

END OF ACT TWO:

29.

ACT THREE:

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR -- DAY

JONAS comes striding up the hallway to the door to Jaime's

room. A NURSE standing by the closed door stands aside,

Jonas peers through the glass window to see

JAIME on the floor, struggling to get her legs to obey her,

trying to STAND. Her arm and legs now look totally NORMAL.

JONAS:

How's she doing?

The Nurse shrugs, nods toward the window -

NURSE:

She won't let anyone help her.

-- as Jaime takes a faltering step, STUMBLES, then SPRAWLS

with a bruising THUMP to the floor.

NURSE (CONT'D)

But she keeps getting back up.

INT. JAIME'S HOSPITAL ROOM -- DAY

Jaime DRAGS herself up, sweating, determined, using the bed

rail to pull herself to her feet, as JONAS enters.

JONAS:

I'm Jonas Bledsoe. Eric told you

about me, I think.

JAIME:

Yeah -(

grunting as she pulls

herself up)

-- you own things.

Jaime loses her balance for a second, FALLS, barely catching

herself on the remaining bedrail -

JONAS:

Do you want a hand there?

Jaime glances up at him from her position half-sprawled on

the floor, clinging to the bed -

JAIME:

I'd rather crawl, thanks.

Jonas shrugs, not offended, watching her with interest as

she starts PULLING HERSELF up again.

30.

JONAS:

You're right. Don't show weakness

to a stranger. People always look

for a way to exploit it, don't they?

Jaime shoots him a look -- he's right about why she's not

showing him her emotions, but she's not going to admit it.

JAIME:

I told Nurse Ratchett out there I

need to call my sister -

JONAS:

Your sister and coworkers think you've

gone on a trip with Eric -- minibreak

getaway, kind of thing. Your neighbor

is taking care of Rebecca.

Jaime has gotten to her feet now, putting a hand out to the

wall to steady herself as she starts to WALK across the room -

JAIME:

You called my friends, my family?

what gives you the right to call

anyone for me, much less lie to them?

JONAS:

It's not like anyone can know what

really happened, is it? People get

killed for walking down the street

wearing a Rolex. You, now, you're

carrying about 50 million dollars

worth of top secret experimental

technology inside you.

Jaime looks at him sharply. Is he serious?

JAIME:

(in disbelief)

Fifty -

JONAS:

(finishing the sentence)

-- million. Non-refundable, I might

add, since the components have

tailored themselves to your DNA.

It's not like I can just chop them

off and use them again.

JAIME:

(grim smile)

If you're talking about me paying

you back, that's gonna be one hell

of a layaway -

Jonas shakes his head impatiently, she's missing the point.

31.

JONAS:

What I'm talking about is how long

you'll last if anyone finds out.

Ever. I won't cut you up to find

out how bionics work. But as for

the rest of the world...

Jaime lets go of the wall, takes a step on her own. And

then another.

JAIME:

("cut the bullshit")

So you don't want to cut me up and

you don't want me to pay you back.

What do you want, Mr. Bledsoe?

JONAS:

Your help.

He goes to the door, opens it. *

INT. FACILITY CORRIDOR -- NIGHT

Jaime runs one hand along the side of the wall for balance

as she WALKS -- her balance and movement are almost NORMAL.

JONAS:

I started out a brat in Council

housing, and now I'm worth more than

the GDP of most small countries.

JAIME:

(unimpressed)

I've never heard of you.

JONAS:

And don't think that doesn't cost a

bloody fortune right there. Point

is:
when you're so rich you can

have anything, what you want... can

change. For better, or for worse.

JAIME:

There's only so many learjets you

can park in the garage?

JONAS:

(a quick grin)

Something like that.

(more seriously)

I look at the world, and like everyone

else, I think what a mess it is -but

I have the means to do something

about it. Make things better. *

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