The Bionic Woman Page #8

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JAE:

Wait a minute --

JAIME:

(overlapping, alarmed)

What? Signing on for what?

JONAS:

You have strength, speed and skills

that no one can match. We need you.

And I hear Korea's lovely this time

of year.

JAIME:

You're joking, right? You don't -I

can't do anything like that. I

mean, it's ridiculous -

RUTH:

Actually, your onboard programming

has most major combat techniques,

including small arms and basic weapons

systems.

37.

JAIME:

I'm sorry, did you just say

"programming?"

RUTH:

Didn't Masters go over the specs

with you? It's all in your neural

interface hardware -

(off her blank look)

You know, the stuff he put in your

brain.

Jaime takes an involuntary step BACKWARDS. She's SHAKEN to

the core by the idea of something put into her brain.

JAIME:

You're wrong. There's -- I'm not,

I've never even touched a gun, I

don't know how to fight -

And without warning, Jae GRABS UP a PIPE WRENCH from the

workbench next to them and SLAMS it right for Jaime's head.

And what happens next just takes a HEARTBEAT.

Faster than thought, Jaime BLOCKS the heavy wrench with her

forearm, TWISTS her wrist expertly, GRABS the wrench -- and

then SMASHES Jae down to the floor, raising the wrench -

With a CLATTER, the SPEC OPS GUYS bring guns TO BEAR on Jaime -

JONAS:

Hold your fire!

-- and Jaime STARTS, jarred out of her trance-like combat to

find herself holding Jae down, wrench raised over him --

about to BASH IN HIS HEAD.

She FREEZES, their faces INCHES APART -- but Jae doesn't

look afraid, he's just STARING at her with flat assessment.

JAE:

(hoarse whisper)

You gonna kill me, Sommers?

Jaime JUMPS back, like his touch BURNS her. Her hand CLENCHES

the wrench, CRUSHING it with a SCREAM of protesting metal.

JONAS:

(furious, to Jae)

What the hell was that?

Jae gets painfully to his feet, rubbing his bruised throat.

JAE:

Just making a point.

(MORE)

38.

JAE (CONT'D)

(to Jaime, ironic)

Nice disarm -- you do a lot of close-

quarters combat?

Jaime LETS GO of the wrench, which drops heavily to the floor.

Ruth GLARES at Jae, then turns to Jaime, concerned.

RUTH:

(reassuring)

You're ok, all right? You're

practically indestructible -

(nods toward Jae)

-- and he's a jerk. You're ok.

Jaime looks numbly down at her ARM -- not even BRUISED.

RUTH (CONT'D)

Your bionic skin is a polyamide

composite that can withstand impact

pressures in excess of 10 tons psi,

and temperatures of over 500 degrees

Celsius.

(pragmatically)

Of course, the rest of your body

would be crushed into pulp and burned

to ashes... but Masters always had a

tendency to overdesign -

Jaime backs to the door, it's all TOO MUCH, looks to Jonas:

JAIME:

I can't help you. I can't.

She turns and EXITS. Jonas gives Jae an EXASPERATED look -

JONAS:

Bloody useless, you are.

JAE:

This is not a good idea, and you

know it -

RUTH:

(irritably)

Oh, zip it back up, both of you.

INT. CORRIDOR -- DAY

Jaime hurries down the sterile corridor, looking one way,

then another, like a rat desperate to exit a MAZE -- and she

reaches a LARGE DOUBLE DOOR at the end of the hallway.

She pulls on the doors -- they don't open -- and her

frustration EXPLODES as she grabs one door and PUSHES with

all her might. The door holds for a second -- then BUCKLES

outward, the locks SHEARING off as the door BURSTS OPEN -

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EXT. GROUNDS OUTSIDE COMPLEX -- DAY

-- to reveal SUNLIGHT and TREES, the hilly terrain surrounding

the complex. Jaime STEPS OUTSIDE.

INT. TRAINING COMPLEX -- DAY

JONAS AND RUTH are looking at a security GRID on one of her

monitors, Jae looking over their shoulders.

RUTH:

She's gone out E16, onto the grounds.

JAE:

She's totally untrained. I can get

close enough to tranq her -

JONAS:

No.

(to Ruth)

Keep the cameras on her, remote

surveillance only. No one approaches. *

EXT. GROUNDS OUTSIDE THE COMPLEX -- DAY

Jaime turns her face to the sun, just FEELING the light and

warmth on her -- then she starts to RUN.

She skims over the rocky earth, ground FLYING beneath her

feet, RUNNING through the dappled trees, going FASTER and

FASTER. There's something FIERCE and DESPERATE in her face.

INT. TRAINING COMPLEX -- DAY

JONAS, JAE and RUTH watching the IMAGES on the monitor:

RUTH:

She's picking up speed.

(checking readouts)

A lot of speed.

EXT. GROUNDS OUTSIDE COMPLEX -- DAY

JAIME goes FASTER -- VFX/SFX as we SHIFT into BIONIC RUNNING.

Think the GRACE of "MATRIX" slowmotion, but INTERRUPTED by

quick CUTS of Jaime RACING almost faster than the eye can

follow -- a terrible sense of SPEED and POWER, as we see her

FLASHING between the trees.

INT. TRAINING COMPLEX -- DAY

RUTH:

Fifty miles an hour -- sixty -

40.

EXT. GROUNDS OUTSIDE COMPLEX -- DAY

JAIME flashes over the uneven terrain, RACING faster, as if

she's fleeing MONSTERS that only she can see -

-- and in her face -- frightened, desperate, determined all

at once -- we feel the ECHO of how she RAN when her parents

died, RACING to get away from something that can't be escaped.

INT. TRAINING COMPLEX -- DAY

RUTH:

Seventy -- eighty-five -

JONAS:

Jesus.

RUTH:

She's turning back toward the complex.

JAE:

Headed where? *

INT. MEDICAL LAB -- DAY

ERIC is working in a large MEDICAL LAB, totally ALONE -when

the door BURSTS open from the other side, the heavy

lock RIPPED away from the wall. Jaime looks at Eric. *

JAIME:

I need to talk to you.

ERIC:

Are you ok?

JAIME:

"Ok?" A few hours ago, I could barely

walk. Now I'm faster than a speeding -maybe

not a bullet, but, you know,

at least a car -- I can crush steel -and

a few minutes ago, I nearly

murdered a man, before I even realized

what I was doing.

(bleak, desperate)

Eric --I almost killed another human

being with my bare hands.

ERIC:

Jaime -

JAIME:

They said you put things in my brain.

Is it true? That you put something

inside me that taught me how to kill?

Eric takes a deep breath. Only the truth matters now.

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ERIC:

I microscopically inserted several *

separate chips in different parts of *

your brain. If I hadn't, you couldn't *

use your arm or legs --*

JAIME:

I don't need to mutilate people with

them!

ERIC:

(frustrated)

The technology was developed for

military applications, ok? The combat

loading wasn't removable -- there

was no time!

(admitting)

You're hardwired with the skills of

a soldier.

Jaime can't quite believe what she's hearing. She's beginning

to doubt EVERYTHING she thought she knew about Eric.

JAIME:

Did you know? That Bledsoe would

want me to work for him, to fight

people for him, to join the freaking

Testosterone Brigade?

ERIC:

I knew it was possible -

(earnestly)

-- but I didn't care. I thought it

was a fair trade, for a life -

JAIME:

But you didn't trade your life. You

traded mine.

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