The Bionic Woman Page #9

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Jaime turns and walks out of the lab, leaving him ALONE. *

INT. COMPLEX -- HOSPITAL ROOM -- DAY

Jaime is in the hospital room, gathering her few things;

she opens a PLASTIC BAG by the bed, and dumps out HER

BLOODSTAINED CLOTHES from the night of the accident, sliced

into TATTERS where they were cut from her body.

She looks down at them, harsh, undeniable PROOF of what

happened to her. She suddenly SPEAKS, without looking up:

JAIME:

Thanks for the new clothes.

JONAS is standing in the door -- he comes into the room.

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JAIME (CONT'D)

Mine are -- a little worse for wear.

He holds out a sleek black cell phone. *

JONAS:

This will reach me, day or night,

anywhere in the world. In case you

reconsider, about the job -

Jaime looks at the cell phone, but doesn't take it.

JAIME:

I won't.

JONAS:

Then take it as a favor, so an old

man can get a decent night's sleep.

Jaime considers -- then pockets the phone.

JONAS (CONT'D)

Miss Sommers -- remember what I said.

You can't tell anyone, anyone, what

happened to you. You slip up even

once, the government is going to

come looking for you, and worse -

and so are my competitors.

JAIME:

Is that a threat?

JONAS:

It's a statement of fact. Someone *

will find out, sooner or later --*

and they will come after you. You, *

and anyone you love. You have no *

idea what people are capable of. *

Jaime hefts her bag, heads for the door.

JAIME:

I'll keep it in mind.

She exits, leaving Jonas looking after her, WORRIED.

END OF ACT THREE

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ACT FOUR:

EXT. JAIME'S APARTMENT BUILDING -- NIGHT

A black SEDAN pulls up to Jaime's decrepit apartment building.

She gets out, looks up at the building NERVOUSLY.

INT. JAIME'S APARTMENT -- NIGHT

Mrs. Arakelian is in the kitchen, boiling something in a POT

with an alarming amount of STEAM coming out of it. She turns

as Jaime comes in, SMILES widely. *

MRS. ARAKELIAN

You had a good time with your

boyfriend, yes? Such a nice young

man, that one, to send me money for

watching Rebecca -- I make him a

sweater!

It's a little STRANGE for Jaime that everything here is so

NORMAL -- as if NOTHING had happened at all.

JAIME:

So, um, how was Becca?

MRS. ARAKELIAN

(shrugging)

I don't let her pierce her nose.

She comes over to give Jaime a HUG.

MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)

Don't worry about her. I am so glad

you take some time for yourself -

She stops short, looking at Jaime piercingly. *

MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)

(quietly)

Ah.

And there's no question, as strangely as she knew Jaime was

pregnant, she now knows just as clearly that she's NOT.

In the awkward silence, Jaime tries to COVER.

JAIME:

It's all right. Really. It was

just -- you know, a false alarm. I

wasn't really pregnant. Everything's

fine.

Mrs. Arakelian looks at her sympathetically, but there's a

hint of CONFUSION as well. *

MRS. ARAKELIAN

Yes, this I can see.

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The DOOR bangs open, BECCA enters -- STOPS SHORT seeing Jaime.

BECCA:

Nice of you to drop by.

MRS. ARAKELIAN

(sighing)

So, I go home, make the sweater.

She RUFFLES Becca's hair as she passes -

MRS. ARAKELIAN (CONT'D)

Behave, crazy girl.

She shuts the door behind her, Becca is already going into

the kitchen, DROPPING her backpack on the floor.

JAIME:

Look -- I'm sorry I didn't tell you

I was going. It wasn't on purpose.

(can't begin to explain)

Things just got, kind of, out of

hand -

Becca comes out from the kitchen, coke in hand.

BECCA:

You know the thing that really gets

me? You think I'm actually going to

buy this. You take off without

telling me, someone else calls to

say you'll be gone -

She gives Jaime a piercing look.

BECCA (CONT'D)

You don't do stuff like that. I

know it, you know it. You never

have.

JAIME:

I'm sorry, Becca.

BECCA:

You want me to respect you? Then

for once, treat me like you have

some respect for me. I'm not a kid

anymore. Tell me the truth. What

the hell is going on?

A long beat -- Becca's OPEN for the first time, if Jaime

could just find the right thing to say. But the one thing

she can't do, is tell the truth.

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JAIME:

(finally)

I -- I won't leave you like that

again.

Becca TENSES. Wrong answer. She pushes past Jaime.

BECCA:

I've got homework to do.

She exits, closing her door. Jaime stands in the apartment,

looking around like a STRANGER. It feels like another PLANET.

EXT. STARBUCK'S -- MORNING

Jaime screeches the Pinto up to the Starbuck's -- late again.

The parking lot is PACKED, no spaces in front.

She circles around BEHIND the shop. The few parking spaces

here are TAKEN here as well -- but of course, the PORSCHE is

parked across two spaces, right next to a TOW AWAY ZONE.

Jaime looks at her watch, getting more and more FRUSTRATED --

then stops the car, gets out, looks around. There's no one

nearby, the back wall of the coffeeshop hiding her.

Jaime goes over to the Porsche, looks down at it for a moment -then

takes her right arm, reaches under the bumper, and LIFTS.

The front of the Porche RISES, Jaime lifting it as easily as

if it were CARDBOARD. She looks down in disbelief, GRINS -then

PULLS the car out of the spaces, WHEELING it over to

the TOW-AWAY ZONE and DROPPING it with a heavy THWUMMPP!

INT. STARBUCK'S -- MORNING

Jaime's behind the espresso machine while Maggie mans the

register, taking ORDERS from a LONG LINE of people -- she

hands Jaime a CUP, written on, then turns back to the customer -

MAGGIE:

(takes money)

Here's your change, sir.

And before he's had time to put away his wallet, Jaime puts

his COFFEE up on the counter.

JAIME:

Triple machiato decaf!

QUICK CUTS of Maggie taking orders, Jaime FILLING them with

almost DISTURBING speed, one cup, ANOTHER, ANOTHER -- THE

RUSH HOUR LINE moving with almost BIZARRE efficiency -

FINALLY, the line is GONE. Maggie comes over to Jaime.

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MAGGIE:

God, are you on something?

Jaime looks down at her hand, a little GUILTY.

JAIME *

What? No! Guess I just had one too

many lattes this morning -

PORSCHE GUY (O.S.)

(impatiently)

Excuse me -

They turn to see PPG at the counter, EMPTY CUP in hand.

PORSCHE GUY (O.S.) (CONT'D)

-- I hate to interrupt Girls' Morning

Out, but I thought you two actually

worked here. Can I get some service?

Maggie rolls her eyes to Jaime, turns back to the counter.

MAGGIE:

Of course, sir, what can I get you?

He holds up his cup, about to speak -- and Jaime INTERRUPTS:

JAIME:

Um, isn't that your car?

She's pointing OUT A WINDOW -- where A TOW TRUCK is pulling

out of the parking lot, the PORSCHE chained to its back.

PORSCHE GUY:

(yelling, outraged)

Hey!

(runs for the door)

That's my car! That's my car! *

He RACES out, Maggie and Jaime watching him go -

MAGGIE:

(considering, watching

PPG chase tow truck)

This is possibly our best workday

ever.

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