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The Bionic Woman Page #9
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- 1976
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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.
42.
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.
43.
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.
44.
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.
45.
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.
46.
MAGGIE:
God, are you on something?
Jaime looks down at her hand, a little GUILTY.
JAIME *
What? No! Guess I just had one too
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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