The Thirteenth Floor Page #2

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JANE:

Well, he'd been under a lot of stress lately. He asked me to fly

to the States, so I could help with the company.

DOUGLAS:

Help him run it?

JANE:

Shut it down.

DOUGLAS:

I worked with him for 6 years. If he wanted to shut it down, he

would've told me about it.

JANE:

He didn't tell you about me. But I wish he had.

MAN:

It's nice to see you again.

JANE:

Sorry I'm late. Have you had a chance to look through the

paperwork?

MAN:

Yes, I have. And I think we have a very strong case. The company

should be yours in no time.

JANE:

What do you mean strong case?

MAN:

What I'm saying is , your father changed his will in favor of

the employees. In fact you aren't mentioned in the original will

either. But as I said, I think we have a very strong case.

JANE:

Who will heard the board now?

MAN:

Douglas Hall.

McBAIN

Not bad. Owner of a &2 billion enterprise. Strange, Fuller would

amend his will just a couple days before he died.

DOUGLAS:

I was on a airplane when it happened.

McBAIN

According to the security guard, Fuller left the office at ten-

thirty p.m., 30 minutes after your plane arrived. Autopsy shows

that he died around midnight. You had time to catch up with him.

DOUGLAS:

But I didn't. I went straight home.

McBAIN

Didn't talk to him? No, e-mails, no faxes, no even message?

DOUGLAS:

None of the above.

McBAIN

You know, that's funny. We checked Fuller's phone records. He

made a call with his calling card at 11:02p.m.b Your home number.

I'd appreciate it if you didn't leave for a couple of days. And

get that game fixed. It*s missing a spring.

INT. HALL'S APARTMENT

PHONE:

Restore. To restore messages, press "rewind" now. Yesterday at

two forty-five p.m.

MAN:

I managed to reschedule...

PHONE:

Yesterday at 5:
14p.m.

MAN:

Hello, Mr. Hall

PHONE:

Yesterday at 11:
02p.m.

FULLER:

Douglas, it's me. Listen, I've stumbled onto something

incredible. This changed everything. I'm here in some bar on Main

and 7th. In case something happens to me, I left you a massage

in the system. I gave it to.. How did you find me?

INT. THE 13TH FLOOR

WHITNEY:

What's going on?

DOUGLAS:

I'm trying to get into Fuller's files.

WHITNEY:

For what?

DOUGLAS:

He left a message for me the night he died. He knew someone

wanted to kill him.

WHITNEY:

Did you tell the police?

DOUGLAS:

No.

WHITNEY:

Why not?

DOUGLAS:

He also said he left a message for me.

WHITNEY:

Douglas, please. This is my stuff, okay?

DOUGLAS:

So these are the units that Fuller interacted with when he was

down there. Maybe he wanted me to go in.

WHITNEY:

If you're thinking what I think you're thinking. Don't even

think about it.

DOUGLAS:

I need your help.

WHITNEY:

No, no, no. I won't help you. You're taking a serious risk.

DOUGLAS:

I have to get in.

WHITNEY:

you could die.

DOUGLAS:

The police think I killed him. They may be right.

WHITNEY:

What are you talking about?

DOUGLAS:

Everything points to me. To be perfectly honest, I don't know

the truth is anymore. Either I did murder Fuller and I can' t

remember, or I'm being framed. The one clue I have is in that

machine. I need your help if I'm going to find it.

WHITNEY:

I'll set it for an hour.

DOUGLAS:

Set the timer for 120 minutes.

WHITNEY:

Set for 60 is better.

DOUGLAS:

120 minutes, Whit.

WHITNEY:

60 is safer. I'm setting it at 60.

DOUGLAS:

Whit, 1-2-0.

COMPUTER:

120 minutes. Engage timer. Preparing user for download into

simulation. Ready for download.

DOUGLAS:

Mr. Grierson, 117 West Whinston, Pasadena.

COMPUTER:

Transference beginning. Download complete.

INT. BANK 1937 L.A. DAY

WOMAN:

You owe me $12.05. Listen young man! I do not have all day.

CLARK:

Ferguson, anything wrong? John, are you okay?

CLARK:

I'm terribly sorry, ma'am. Someone will be right with you.

CLARK:

John? Cigarette?

DOUGLAS:

No, thanks. Don't smoke.

CLARK:

Since when? Listen John. Why don't you break for lunch? Get some

fresh air. You look terrible.

EXT. STREET DAY

BOY:

Extra! Extra! Zeppelin blast kills 35! You want one, mister?

It's 5 cents.

DOUGLAS:

How much to Pasadena?

DRIVER:

90 cents. If I forget to turn the meter on.

DOUGLAS:

I understand.

DRIVER:

So this is it, 177 Whinston.

DOUGLAS:

It's gonna be a few minutes. Do you mind waiting?

DRIVER:

It'll be a pleasure, sir.

INT. BOOK STORE DAY

GRIERSON:

Tell me if you need any help.

DOUGLAS:

Thank you. You own this place?

GRIERSON:

I mean, it's not much but it's mine. You looking for anything in

particular?

DOUGLAS:

Interested in a scientist. Wrote a couple of books about

semiconductors and the limitation of the 64-bit microchip.

GRIERSON:

Microchip. Semiconductors. What year?

DOUGLAS :

Early seventies? His name was Hannon Fuller.

GRIERSON:

Hannon Fuller. 1870. No I can't say I've ever heard of Hannon

Fuller. 1870, Microchips. But I'm not much of a technical

person, you know. You been here before? You look kind of

familiar.

DOUGLAS:

name's Douglas Hall.

GRIERSON:

Douglas Hall. It doesn't ring a bell. Guess you just have one of

those faces familiar faces. Oh, it's late. I'd like to close up

now.

DOUGLAS:

Of course. Pleasure.

GRIERSON:

Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Hall.

EXT. 1257 Palo Alto Road DAY

DRIVER:

1257 Palo Alto Road, la Cienega Heights. I guess that's it.

DOUGLAS:

Excuse me. I'm looking for Bridget Manilla.

WOMAN:

What do you want her for?

DOUGLAS:

I want to ask her some questions.

WOMAN:

She's got a job now. I'm her mother.

DOUGLAS:

Can you tell me where I can find her?

WOMAN:

You a copper?

DOUGLAS:

No.

WOMAN:

Now, listen. She ain't doing nothing wrong no more. If you don't

cause her no trouble, you'll find her at Wilshire Grand Hotel.

INT. WILSHIRE GRAND HOTEL

DOUGLAS:

I'm looking for Bridget Manilla.

WOMAN:

She's over there, second from the end.

DOUGLAS:

Bridget? I got your name from a good friend of mine.

BRIDGET:

Come bask later. I'm really busy right now.

DOUGLAS:

his name's fuller.

BRIDGET:

The manager's very tough on us. You'll have to wait till I'm off

duty.

DOUGLAS:

I really don't think I can wait that long.

BRIDGET:

Go talk to Ashton over at the bar.

INT. BAR COUNTER

DOUGLAS:

Excuse me. I'm looking for Ashton.

BARTENDER:

Right there. Ashton, some guy wants you.

ASHTON:

You're a lucky man. I just opened. Oh my. Something wrong?

DOUGLAS:

Bridget just sent me over here.

ASHTON:

What can I do you for?

DOUGLAS:

You know a gentleman named Hannon Fuller?

ASHTON:

Gin martini up, one olive and likes them frigid as an Eskimo.

DOUGLAS:

talked to him recently?

ASHTON:

Why?

DOUGLAS:

I'm his friend. He didn't come home last night. And his wife is

concerned. My name is Douglas hall.

ASHTON:

Concerned wives? I can't help you with that. How about something

fancy?

DOUGLAS:

So did... Does Fuller come here frequently?

ASHTON:

You could say that.

DOUGLAS:

What does he do?

ASHTON:

What everybody does

Drinks, dances, has a good time. Especially has a good time. He

really goes for the girls.

DOUGLAS:

Girls?

ASHTON:

Thought you said you knew him.

DOUGLAS:

Yeah, I thought I did.

ASHTON:

Are you in a hurry or something?

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