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UNTITLED: PILOT

Written by
Jordan Quatrale
62 Royce Avenue, Brampton, Ontario, Canada, L6Y1J7
JordanQuatrale@hotmail.com
FADE IN:
EXT. STREET-DAY
A MAN wearing a black motorcycle helmet riding on an old
motorcycle is speeding at an access of 80+ Kilometers as he
maneuvers between cars in traffic. He pulls off the crowded
street and starts driving down an upper- middle class
residential neighborhood.

CUT TO:
INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - MORNING
It shows a BLONDE MAN, 31 laying in bed asleep with his wife,
a petite BRUNETTE GIRL, 28. Theyre sleeping comfortably in
their nicely decorated home in a king-sized bed with an
excessive amount of pillows on it. The room is fully
furnished like any other mid-upper class residence.
THE CAMERA ZOOMS INTO THE SLEEPING BLONDE MANS FACE
CUT TO:
EXT. PLAYGROUND - DAY - FLASHBACK
BLONDE MANs remembers when hes 5 years old playing on a red
teetor-totter. He remembers going up and down as the kid on
the other side pushes up.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET - DAY - FLASHBACK
BLONDE MAN remembers being 8 years old riding his first bike,
hes peddling so fast that it causes him to start too loose
balance, hes about to fall before...
CUT TO:
EXT. PARK - NIGHT - FLASHBACK
BLONDE MAN remembers his first kiss at 12 years old. Hes
leaning in to kiss a chubby girl with a considerable amount
of acne and a mustard stain on her shirt. As he goes
awkwardly in to kiss her.
CUT TO:
EXT. STREET - DAY - FLASHBACK
BLONDE MAN remembers being 18; hes walking down the street
with a group of friends. On the side of a passing building
there is an advertisement that catches his eye. Its an
advertisement for the police about needing recruits to join
the police academy. He stops as he stares at it, he then
notices his friends are still walking, as he dashes to catch
up.
CUT TO:
INT. POLICE ACADEMY - DAY - FLASHBACK
BLONDE MAN remembers sitting patiently at his old rugged desk
as the senior officers walks around the classroom handing out
papers to the recruits. The officer approaches him with a big
smile on his face as he hands him a piece of paper.
CUT TO:
2.
INT. POLICE STATION - DAY- FLASHBACK
Theres a police-woman holding a cake standing in front of
him, the cake has a candle in the center of it, she then
places it on his desk in front of him and walks away. The
police station is riddled with decorations and theres a
banner that states Happy Promotion. An old grizzled cop
approaches him; its his predecessor whos going into
retirement.
CUT TO:
OLD POLICE MAN
Fuck man... Seems like only
yesterday that you joined the
force... Now youre regional
director! Shits a tough job but I
think youll do just fine...
Congrats man.
(He holds his hand out to
give him a handshake)
CUT TO:
INT. HOUSE - BEDROOM - DAY
The BLONDE MAN wakes up, he rubs his eyes and sees that his
wifes already awake, she leans over exposing her breast from
beneath the comforter and smiles at him, as he lets out a
long yawn.
BRUNETTE GIRL
Hey baby, excited for your first
day as regional director?
(Shes smiling so hard,
one could believe its
her getting the job.)
You put in so much hours and have
worked so hard, you more then
deserve it!
He shrugs in an attempt to show that he doesnt care, but his
facial expression shows hes rather ecstatic about the new
promotion.
She moves up slightly and starts to snuggle against him.
3.
BLONDE MAN
Yeah... I suppose so. I still gotta
get caught up on a few things...
being regional director involves a
lot of work... You sure youre okay
with that honey?
BRUNETTE GIRL
Mmmhhhmmm... Let me show you what I
think about it.
She leans over and kisses him on the forehead, she then moves
down to kiss him on the lips, then further down and kisses
him on the chest, she eventually goes underneath the
comforter, where she then begins to perform fellatio on him
as you see her head bob up and down from underneath the
comforter.

JUMP TO:
EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY
The MAN on the Motorcycle slows down as he pulls into an
alleyway behind a strip of residential homes. He stops and
pulls out his phone. His phone has a picture of a small
bungalow, he looks up to see the exact bungalow 3 houses down
from where hes standing. He flips his phones screen to see
a picture of the BLONDE MAN with the texts target under his
photo. He puts his phone back in his pocket. He then reaches
into his jackets inner pocket and pulls out a sawed off
shotgun and cocks it. He then proceeds to walk down the
alleyway strolling behind the house in the picture. He tosses
his gun over a chain-link fence then begins to climb it.
EXT. BACKYARD - DAY
Once in the backyard he grabs his gun and begins to creep up
behind the house. He stacks behind the house in a combative
position. He goes up along the houses back wall and inserts
an electronic bumb-key into the keyhole of the back door. He
hits a button on the key that unlocks the door. He then
slowly begins to open the back door, peaking his head around
the corner of the door as he opens it. He hears the sound of
the shower running and begins to enter the house. Slowly and
cautiously he enters the living room.
4.
INT. HOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY
He begins to clear the living room with the shotgun held high
by his chest. He walks towards the coffee table in the center
of the room. While looking through a set of magazines and
other miscellaneous papers on the living room table, suddenly
the bathroom door opens; catching him off guard. There stands
the naked BRUNETTE GIRL with a towel around her head
clutching a can of shaving cream with shaving cream on her
legs, her facial expression changes instantly from leisure to
horrified at the sight of the MAN.
BRUNETTE GIRL
AAAAHHHHH!!!!!
(She raises her hands up,
over her chest in a
petrified state and drops
the can of shaving cream)
The MAN lets a shot go, it hits the BRUNETTE GIRL right in
the chest; killing her instantly.
He then immediately dashes into the room directly across
from the bathroom. He kicks the door open to see BLONDE MAN
scrambling to recover a gun from a dresser near his bed. The
MAN then shoots him twice in the back, as blood splatters
everywhere, even getting on the visor of his helmet. He then
hastily begins looking for something; something specific. He
grabs a big brown envelope off the night-stand with the
polices insignia on it. He folds it then shoves it in his
waistband. He quickly glimpses at the BLONDE MAN to ensure
hes dead before sprinting out the back door.
EXT. ALLEYWAY - DAY
He sprints back onto his motorcycle where he wipes the blood
off his helmet and starts his motorcycle; he quickly speeds
away, as the sounds of police sirens begin to approach.
FADE TO:
EXT. WAREHOUSE COMPLEX - NIGHT
The MAN is riding on a road through a series of ugly
warehouses down by an old, outdated shipping bay.
5.
He pulls up to a warehouse thats encased in a layer of thick
metal on all walls of its exterior. It has the letters Kyser
Ind on it. He slows down and parks his motorcycle on the side
of the warehouse in between two cars. He approaches the door
thats on the side of the building. Its protected by a
keypad and retinal scanner. He inputs the code 04151994 and
puts his eye up to the scanner. The door then opens.
INT. KYSER IND HQ - ENTRANCE - NIGHT
He walks down the entrance which is a narrow hallway at the
front of the building. At the end of the entrance stands two
guards wearing black balaclavas in full combat gear and
clutching automatic rifles. In between them sits an
attractive secretary, wearing a set a black office clothes
and wearing thick red lipstick; shes typing on a computer
and listening to her music from her mp3 player. She notices
him approach and takes the earbuds from out her ears; she
starts to smile. The man takes off his helmet exposing his
face.
SECRETARY
Oh, Hello JAMES! Ugghh its
Zeagleir right? Well, let me just
sign you in; I know Daddy K is
expecting you.
(Its revealed that MAN
from scene 1 is JAMES
ZEAGLEIR, 23.)
JAMES
Thanks, and hey can you hold on to
this? Itd be much appreciated.
He puts the motorcycle helmet on her desk, on the edge beside
a plant.
SECRETARY
(she looks at him
surprised and slightly
confused.)
Ummm... yeah. Sure I suppose... Let
me just open up this door for ya.
She types on the keyboard of her computer. Which unlocks the
door behind her. JAMES walks through the door.
INT. KYSER IND HQ - MAIN - NIGHT
The building is a massive setup of rooms and computers.
Theyre monitors and cubicles on the main floor. Similar to
any office building.
6.
But unlike most office buildings theirs is an immense amount
of security. Armed guards in mass numbers patrol the halls,
all with expensive and modernized armor and weapons.
JAMES walks up to the room with a massive steel door, its
the only room in the building without windows facing the main
entrance; and is most certainly the heaviest guarded room.
Theyre a few guards standing there who instantly move aside
at the sight of JAMES and let him through to the main
intercom outside the door.
JAMES pushes the button
JAMES
Hey, KYSER I got the ledger. Let me
in.
KYSER
Ight, one sec.
He hits the buzzer and unlocks the door. JAMES walks through
the door.
INT. KYSER IND HQ - KYSERS OFFICE - NIGHT
KYSERS office is fairly elegant setup; he has many pieces of
art including paintings, sculptures and even architectural
schematics all of which are neoclassical in its very essence.
he has a a set up monitors on his main desk, next to an
opened bottle of expensive champagne.
KYSER, 56 grins at the sight of JAMES with mild excitement.
He pours another glass of champagne into his chalice and
notions JAMES to step forward.
JAMES
(In a professional manor)
Hello sir.
KYSER
Hello, James... So... You got the
ledger eh? Thats good. I assume
the target was also eliminated?
JAMES
Yes sir. The regional Director has
been terminated.
KYSER
Any witnesses or loose ends? Did
anyone see you?
7.
JAMES
Only his wife; though she was dead
before she had time to scream. I
Left the house within 90 seconds of
discharging my weapon. As I left
the residence I heard police
sirens, unknown if they were for me
I fled to the stash-house to hide
for a good three hours checkin
police wifi signals. Im golden.
JAMES smirks and places the ledger on the table.
JAMES (CONTD)
Dont worry Daddy K; youve trained
me well.
KYSER
Good to know. Now go see PINK, hes
got some shit to tell ya. Bout
how we operate here... some
changes.
JAMES
What kind of changes?
KYSER
Shit!? Do I have to explain
everything? Go fucking see him and
let me work... Im immensely busy.
Now please fuck off!
He notions JAMES to leave his office.
INT. KYSER IND HQ - MAIN
JAMES leaves KYSERS office and continues to walk through the
building towards PINKS office. On his way he hears yelling
and arguing between JERRY, 33 and one of the ACCOUNTANTS
JERRY
WHAT THE FUCK YOU MEAN NEW
BUDGET? EXPLOSIVES ARE FUCKING
EXPENDSIVE!? HOW AM I SUPPOSE TO
COMPLETE MY ASSIGNMENTS IF MY
BUDGET IS ONLY $250,000 ANNUAL!? I
CANT EVEN MAKE THAT LAST FIVE
FUCKING MONTHS!?
JERRY starts to breathe in an attempt to try and calm himself
down.
8.
JERRY (CONTD)
Man.... This is fucking bullshit.
Everyone in this whole fucking
operation besides me and PINK are
expendable! Now I got some cunt
tryin to tell me-
JERRY stops mid sentence at the sight of JAMES and tries to
play it cool. Finally giving the ACCOUNTANT time to reply.
ACCOUNTANT
Like I said, sir. Im just the
accountant for the personal banking
of our employees. Im just here to
make sure youre getting paid
properly. I dont know anything
about the changes to your operating
budgets. Talk to PINK about that; I
dont appreciate being yelled at!
You should try to be more
considerate when attempting to
express your grievances.
Jerry snarls at her.
JERRY
Alright, then bitch. Just make sure
I get my fucking money then...
since its the only thing youre
good for apparently.
JAMES looks at JERRY with a subtle disappointment, then grins
at the accountant, she looks back at JAMES still sightly
confrontational.
JAMES
Just because our company is the
epitome of evil, doesnt mean we
have to act like sadists.
Especially when talking to a
beautiful lady such as this.
The ACCOUNTANT changes her facial expression and smiles at
JAMES, whos still smiling at her, there is a brief moment of
sexual tension before...
JERRY
Alright, fuck whatever JAMES. Lets
just go see PINK. See what all this
shit is about.
JAMES and JERRY walk past a few cubicles and reach PINKS
office.
9.
The door to the office is a thick steel door painted
fluorescent pink. JERRY knocks on the door which immediately
buzzes open.
INT. KYSER IND HQ - PINKS OFFICE
JAMES and JERRY enter the room. PINK, 19 is typing away on
his computer. Without saying a single word he points and
signals them to watch a TV hanging on the wall as its
playing the news.
CAMERA FOCUSSES ON THE TV
EXT. SECRET SYNDICALIST MEETING - DAY
The TV shows Syndicalists's leader EON, 46 standing in-front
of a podium preaching to a crowd of 100+ people. Hes wearing
an old soviet military uniform with a black and red fedora.
His face and body language burst with passion.
EON
The exploitation of the proletariat
has been a reality since the dawn
of civilization. But never in human
history has the abuse from the
bourgeoise been so wide-spread and
tolerated by the victims. These
heartless totalitarian deviants;
rob, kill, rape and torture anyone
they please with complete immunity.
They try to indoctrinate us with
their lies in an attempt to
persuade you, that youre free, and
that they care about you. That
theyre the leaders of; knowledge,
truth and justice. When really...
in reality, youre nothing more
then a possession to them... a
commodity to be controlled, and
traded with no regard for the life
or happiness of you or your family.
Its not the responsibility of the
corrupted and narcissistic
Government, courts or police that
keep our country safe and
functional... Its the people! Who
create the society we live in! Its
the people! Who create technology
that betters our world! Its the
people!
10.
(MORE)
Whos responsible to determine what
is and isnt acceptable!... And to
the people! I say its time to cut
these puppet strings that control
and dominate all aspects of your
life, and to finally create a world
where the people! Can be ruled not
by the thoughts and opinions of a
select few... but by the people
themselves! And I vow to you;
followers, supporters and even
skeptics that we will create this
world! Or be whipped off the face
of the earth trying!... Thank you!
EON walks off stage to the sound of massive applause. The
television cuts back to the news studio.
INT. NEWSROOM
Theyre two anchors, an attractive male and attractive female
both in their mid-twenties.
ANCHOR 1
This video was sent to Cascadian
Police Headquarters earlier this
morning. Its a video from known
terrorist leader EON from the
terrorist organization known as
The Syndicalists. The same group
responsible for the mass murder of
14 police trainees earlier this
year. The government is offering a
$200,000 bounty for any information
leading to the capture and arrest
of EON. As well as a cash reward
for any information regarding the
Syndicalist terrorist
organization... In other news.
THE TVS SHUT OFF BY PINK AND NOW FOCUS IS BACK INSIDE HIS
OFFICE.
JERRY
Fucking Syndicalists! Preaching the
same bullshit communist ideals,
that just lead to more tyranny then
the fuckers they oust. Fuckin 21st
century Bolshevik bitches...
11.
EON (CONT'D)
JAMES looks at JERRY dumbfounded.
JAMES
Syndicalism isnt communist. Its
an anarchist philosophy...
PINK looks on, his facial expression shows hes just wanting
to get down to business.
JERRY
Sounds pretty fucking socialist to
me! EON, Moa same shit, different
three letters.
JAMES
Well, maybe I can ask my dealer if
hes still got a copy of Das
Kapital, maybe then youll actually
know what socialism is.
JERRY
Well, maybe you should stop reading
so much political philosophy;
youre a cold blooded murder! Not
fucking Noam Chomsky!
JAMES
I am merely a product of my
environment... Doesnt mean I
should pride myself on being just a
killer?
PINK
Alright, fuck off you two. I got
some shit to tell you. Regarding
about how things work around here.
Fi-
Hes cut off by JERRY
JERRY
FIRST! You should explain why I
only have 1/3 of my fuckin
operating budget!? Shits so low I
might as well work for the fucking
state!
PINK
Just shut the fuck up! And Let me
explain! Shit... Alright weve seen
a decrease in revenue over the past
two years.
12.
(MORE)
Turns out the swift collapse of
the F.T.P in Europe last year has
caused our annual revenue to drop
by 14.5%. This drop will cause our
tax-rate to climb from 12 to 20
percent! This will cause an inquiry
by the state into our financial
records. a-
Hes cut off by JAMES
JAMES
And this will cause the state to
stop subsidizing Kyser Ind... When
that happens this company will go
bankrupt.
PINK
Exactly and without that money
coming from the state, well have
to start liquidating our assets;
which in turn will cause an
investigation.
JAMES
Which will show all the
illegitimate things weve done over
these past few years... which means
prison for life... at best.
JERRY looks pissed as hes pacing around the room.
JAMES (CONTD)
So whats the plan?
PINK
The plan is simple in theory... Yet
highly complex in how were going
to accomplish it. Unfortunately
theres only so much Im allowed to
tell you guys.
JERRY
Let me guess? Were gonna have to
fuck shit up, to create a state
demand for guns, bullets, bombs and
every other fucking thing Kyser
Industry Manufacturers?
PINK looks at him with a dumbfounded face.
PINK
Yep. Pretty much.
13.
PINK (CONT'D)
JAMES
Alright so what can you tell us?
PINK
Were hiring two new operatives.
Spies actually... Masters of
espionage.
JERRY
Were a fucking security contracting
agency and weapons manufacture! Not
an espionage firm! How can we
afford to hire spies with no
money!? Youre just going to
scrutinize the vets to hire who the
fuck knows!?
JAMES
Who are the new spies? And whats
their objective?
PINK
I cant tell or show you anything
about our new ops. But I can tell
you it involves a Mr.EON and his
Syndicalists.
JAMES looks distraught at the news.
JERRY
What the fuck does Syndicalists
have to do with us!?
PINK rolls his eyes and looks at JAMES.
PINK
JERRY I dont have the time nor the
patience to try and attempt to
explain it for your feeble brain.
Ask JAMES if youre really so
confused. Now please; I got work to
do.
He notions JERRY and JAMES to leave and they do.
CUT TO:
14.
INT. COFFEE SHOP - DAY
You see a very attractive, nicely dressed BLONDE GIRL, 25
sitting down at a table. Shes sitting there sipping on a cup
of tea and eating a hot scone. She reaches into her pants
back pocket and pulls out an envelop.
THE CAMERA ZOOMS TO SHOW THE PAPERS SHES READING.
The first piece reads: Operative S.A.V.V Your first
objective is to infiltrate the lower ranks of the Syndicalist
organization; once assimilated attempt to work up the chain
of command and acquire information on high ranking
Syndicalist members. Once possible attempt to make contact
and seduce Syndicalist leader EON. After completion, contact
Kyser Ind and rendezvous with our contact for further orders.
Failure to complete will result in termination. Compromising
information of the operation will result in termination.
Being captured or identified by enemy operatives/forces will
result in termination.
She flips to the next page.
First make contact with Syndicalist forces at the tenement at
25 Kings Blvd. Knock the door only twice. This should cause
the eye slot to open. The doorman known as LEMMY. He will ask
what youre doing there, in response say Seeking higher
consciousness. This should grant you initial access into the
organization.
She stops reading at that point and flips through the other
papers. Theyre just maps and photographs. She looks at two
photos. Ones a picture of EON and the other is the doorman
LEMMY. She folds the papers up and puts them back in the
envelope and notions for the waiter.
The WAITER, 18 walks towards her. You can tell hes both
slightly mesmerized and intimidated by her beauty.
WAITER
Everything alright maam? Enjoying
your food? Anything else I could
get you?
BLONDE GIRL
Yes, it was good. May I have the
cheque please?
WAITER
Oh, of course one second.
He walks away, only to return a couple of seconds later.
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WAITER (CONTD)
Alright, maam heres your cheque.
BLONDE GIRL takes out a $100 bill and hands it to him. He
begins to blush and becomes flustered.
WAITER (CONTD)
Alright, let me go get chan-
BLONDE GIRL
No, thats for you. Here take it.
She gives him the 100$ bill
BLONDE GIRL (CONTD)
Take your girl out somewhere nice.
Youve deserved it.
WAITER
Wow! Gee, thanks a lot maam. Have
a good day.
BLONDE GIRL
You too.
She walks out of the coffee shop.
EXT. DOWNTOWN - DISTILLERY DISTRICT - STREET -DAWN
She continues to walk down the street. She walks towards a
trash-can fire on the edge of the street corner. Theyre
three homeless men huddled around it for warmth.
She walks by and tosses the envelope of information into the
fire.
THE CAMERA STAYS AT THE HOMELESS MEN, AS THEY WATCH HER
CONTINUE TO KEEP WALKING.
They all tilt their heads watching her ass as she walks past.
When out of range, one of the homeless men leans over and
whispers to the other two.
HOMELESS MAN 1
Oh, man! Would I love a piece of
that ass!
He other two men, grunt and shake their heads in agreement.
CUT TO:
16.
EXT. SYNDICALIST TENEMENT - DAY
BLONDE GIRL knocks twice on a big steel door with the number
25 spray-painted on it. Immediately the eye hole slams open.
At first the eyes are very stern, and suspicious. But quickly
change at the sight of such a beautiful girl standing there.
LEMMY
(In a thick Scottish
accent)
Who, are you? What do you want!?
BLONDE GIRL
My name is KATT and Im here
seeking higher consciousness.
(BLONDE GIRL identified to
be KATT)
The eye hole slams shut, and you hear the sounds of several
unlocking mechanisms from behind the door.
LEMMY opens the door.
LEMMY
Alright lass, follow me.
KATT walks in following LEMMY.
INT. SYNDICALIST TENEMENT
LEMMY escorts KATT through the Syndicalist base. Theyre a
two dozen young adults (early to late twenties) typing and
operating phones.
As they continue walking, they walk past a group of 4 ARMED
TEENS holding old battered hunting rifles and shotguns
listening as their elderly VETERAN in a red barrette as he
briefs them pointing and circling locations on a map behind
him. As The VETERAN stares down KATT and LEMMY as they walk
past.
LEMMY stops at a door leading into another room and knocks.
AHAB
Whos there!?
LEMMY
Its LEMMY! We got a new recruit
here!
17.
AHAB
Alright! Send him in.
INT. SYNDICALIST TENEMENT - AHABS OFFICE
LEMMY opens the door and KATT walks in. AHABS office is a
small bachelor apartment with only a desk, computer and
phone. Behind AHAB is an AK-47 hanging off the wall.
AHAB, 45 is a grizzled man whos clearly seen a lot of
combat. His right eye is completely blank and he has an
artificial left leg. Hes surprised to see such a beautiful
girl, but doesnt show that he cares. He notions LEMMY to
leave.
AHAB
Alright, first things first. Show
me your I.D
KATT reaches into her pocket and pulls out a wallet. She
removes the I.D and hands it to him; he inspects it.
AHAB (CONTD)
KATHERINE JOY WATTSON
He types on his computer and looks both at her and the
monitor with suspicion.
AHAB (CONTD)
Alright, I know this may sound
weird. But I need you to get naked.
You know... Just to make sure
youre not wearing a wire, or
carrying. Nothing against you, just
standard procedure.
KATT
I understand.
KATT begins to take her clothes off in a slightly seductive
way. As if shes trying to subtly arouse AHAB with the way
she removes her clothes, but in a way where it seems not at
all intentional.
As shes completely naked standing there. AHAB notions her to
spin around seeing all of her, he looks at her for a good 30+
seconds.
AHAB
Everything seems to be in order.
You can get dressed now.
KATT starts to get dressed.
18.
AHAB (CONTD)
So KATHERINE... why do you want to
join the cause?
KATT
Please, just call me KATT.
AHAB
Alright, KATT. So... Why you here?
Im sure a girl with your looks
could do quiet well for yourself.
She looks away with mild despair, like shes remembering
something tragic.
KATT
Revenge... against the state of
course. Its still kinda fresh. I
really dont wanna go into
specifics... not just yet.
AHAB looks at her with slight suspicion.
AHAB
Huh... Let me call ISHMEAL Hell
get you caught up on what were
doing here.
AHAB picks up his phone and dials ISHMEAL.
AHAB (CONTD)
Hey, ISHMEAL, we got a fresh
recruit here, come get her and give
her the lowdown.
ISHMEALS talking.
AHAB (CONTD)
Naw, Man I cant! I gotta check on
how our convoys doing. Shes here
in my office now.
AHAB hangs up the phone.
AHAB (CONTD)
Alright ISHMEAL will be here in a
minute, hell let you know what
were all about, and what you can do
to help. Just remember. We know who
you are now, so dont try and
snitch on us for a quick buck; or
else itll the very last thing you
do!
19.
KATT looks at him sternly.
KATT
Dont worry, Im not the least bit
interested in money...
AHAB looks sternly back at her, theyre staring each-other
down for a couple seconds before ISHMEAL, 31 knocks on the
door, abruptly opening it and peaking his head through.
ISHMEAL
Alright, Come on recruit! Let AHAB
get back to work.
KATT turns around and follows ISHMEAL out of AHABs office.
They begin walking down the hallway towards ISHMEALS office.
INT. SYNDICALIST TENEMENT
ISHMEAL
So recruit! Whats your name.
KATT
KATHERINE, But people just call me
KATT.
ISHMEAL
Alright KATT. Step into my office.
INT. SYNDICALIST TENEMENT - ISHMEALS OFFICE
ISHMEAL stops and opens the door to his office. The layout is
identical to AHABS with the exception that its littered
with books.
KATT is slightly flabbergasted at the sight of so many books.
KATT
Wow! Ive never seen so many books
at once before!
ISHMEAL
Yeah, I got a contact.
KATT
I wonder how much time youd get
for having all those?
ISHMEAL chuckles.
20.
ISHMEAL
Time? Shit! With all these books...
and all the knowledge they
obtain... Theyd execute me for
sure, fuck knowing those
roughshods... Theyd probably
terminate everyone in this whole
fuckin building.
KATT nods her head in agreement.
ISHMEAL (CONTD)
Enough about books right now, lets
get to it. So what are your skills?
What can you bring to our cause?
KATT
I have no special skills. I used to
work as a waitress and a dancer. I
just want to get revenge against
the state whos taken everything
from me.
ISHMEAL nods.
ISHMEAL
Alright, fair enough. Ive got a
position for you, working the
phones making sure our-
KATT interrupts him
KATT
No! I mean, I want to fight!
ISHMEAL looks surprised at her request.
ISHMEAL
Wow... Well I suppose thatll
work...
(he sighs)
I just hope youre as strong as you
are sexy.
KATT
Dont worry, I can hold my own.
ISHMEAL
Its not that... Its just itd be
unfortunate to see such a beautiful
girls corpse all mutilated and
riddled with bullets... Not to
mention that if youre captured...
21.
(MORE)
Youd probably have more trains
pulled on you then the Trans-
Cascadian railway.
KATT cocks her eyes up, as if such things dont even phase
her.
KATT
Im aware of the risks... And I
dont care. Its something I must
do.
ISHMEAL looks at her with slight disappointment.
ISHMEAL
Alright then! If youre dead set on
fighting I aint gonna try and
change your mind. But if youre
going to fight for us! Youd better
know and understand what we are
about, and what were fighting for!
ISHMEAL stands up and begins to lecture.
ISHMEAL (CONTD)
We believe that all human beings
are created equal, regardless of
race, beliefs and nationalities.
That all humans should get access
to the necessities of life like;
food, shelter and water. We desire
the ability to let people choose
for themselves what is needed and
unneeded in their lives. We believe
that important resources like fresh
oxygen and fuel should be shared
equally among all people. That the
government should work and serve
the people! And not the other way
around! To allo-
ISHMEALS phone rings.
ISHMEAL (CONTD)
Shit.. One second!
ISHMEAL picks up the phone. You can hear screaming coming out
the other end.
ISHMEAL (CONTD)
FUCK!? YOU SERIOUS! GODDAMN IT!
Yea, alright! Ill be right over.
Oh and AHAB, KATTS coming with you
on this one.
22.
ISHMEAL (CONT'D)
He hangs up the phone.
ISHMEAL opens a droor in his desk and pulls out a .38 Snub
and hands it to KATT.
ISHMEAL (CONTD)
Alright, well its time to show
what youre made of! Our convoys
been attacked! It was carrying some
new rifles from out of the
Westpoint. Youre going with AHAB
and assist him to go bail our
brothers out, and to ensure we get
those god damn guns! You know how
to use that thing!?
KATTS inspecting the gun she was just given. She holds it in
a firing position but has her finger behind the guns hammer.
KATT
Just aim and pull the trigger?
ISHMEAL
Yea! Just make sure your fucking
finger isnt behind the hammer when
you do! Unless you want to loose
it.
KATT instantly moves finger from behind the hammer and looks
down the site then sticks it in her waist.
ISHMEAL (CONTD)
Meet up with AHAB at his office,
and prove your loyalty to the
cause! Now go!
JUMP TO:
ONE WEEK EARLIER
INT. L.R.S LIBRARY - AGORA
The scene starts in a library. Theyre thousands of book and
a dozen or more armed men guarding them. Theyre a few
younger SCHOLARS wearing suits searching and going through
them. One of the younger SCHOLARS brings a book to the oldest
man there known as WORDSWORTH, 64. He is taking inventory
notes and writes them into a book hes carrying; hes wearing
a black suit with a yellow tie.
23.
SCHOLAR
Here it is MR.WORDSWORTH. The
Prince by a Nicollo Machiavelli.
WORDSWORTH
Ah. Thank you maam!
(He starts to flip through
it)
A book of great wisdom; unfortunate
we must to part with it. But I
suppose its for the best...
SCHOLAR
Yeah, I wish I could of read it
before having to sell it.
WORDSWORTH
Maybe you should spend more time
reading when youre here. These
books contain knowledge far more
powerful then any single function
mechanical weapons.
SCHOLAR
I doubt that. I have been posted to
assist you for two years now... And
I still havent really learned
anything of great importance from
any of these books. I know Im not
the smartest woman but.
WORDSWORTH interrupts
WORDSWORTH
Smart? My child, theres no such
thing as smart. Look around. All
these books contain knowledge and
introspection into hundreds of;
themes, stories, historical events,
metaphysical and theistic writings.
Think of every author whoms spent
their life studying and has given
everything to their writings,
creating insight into their very
essence of their ideals and
individual characteristics. As I
look around this library and
started reading these books, did I
begin to realize that everything
here is so miniscule and small in
scale. These books have influenced
billions throughout the early 21st
century;
24.
(MORE)
yet when compared to all the grand
scheme of the cosmos, the
information in here is so limited
that if we were to memorize every
word of every book wed still
wouldnt be smart.
SCHOLAR
(Confused)
Alright. So whats the point? Even
if we spent our whole life reading,
wed all still be stupid?
WORDSWORTH
No. Only by refusing to read and
expanding your mind to learn as
much as you can about everything
you can, do you become stupid.
Intelligence doesnt come directly
from books, theyre but a tool to
allow you to be able to broaden
your; views, beliefs and knowledge
of anything! Once youre able to
formulate a detailed and informed
thought, and use that thought to
benefit yourself, or others around
you, do you realize the full scope
of your intelligence.
SCHOLAR
(Intrigued)
Huh...
WORDSWORTH walks away he places the book under a light and
begins inspecting every page. The SCHOLAR approaches him
again.
SCHOLAR (CONTD)
What are you doing now?
WORDSWORTH
(While flipping pages)
Inspection. Whoevers willing to
pay $50,000 for this book isnt
reading it for recreation. Selling
a book at this price with a missing
page could cause cost lives.
Besides we must ensure costumer
satisfaction... Start upsetting
costumers and well loose
everything... And I dont know
about you, but Id rather die then
let the government destroy all of
which Ive built! Now! Send him!
25.
WORDSWORTH (CONT'D)
The SCHOLAR runs up to a guard standing at the entrance doors
of the library. She tells the guard to let the client in. The
guard unlocks the door and escorts client in at gun point.
Once inside the library another guard approaches and frisks
him. He signals the clients clean and let him be.
The client is SATLIN, 32. Hes a pudgy man dressed in a red
and black suit. His tie is blood red with a black star on it,
and their is a USSR red star medal above his pen-pocket.
SATLIN and the SCHOLAR walk towards WORDSWORTH whos still
inspecting the book. WORDSWORTH looks up to see SATLIN.
WORDSWORTH is slightly in a state of disarray, and changes
his posture.
SATLIN
That it?
WORDSWORTH looks at him with distrust; its obvious that
these two very much dislike each other by the tone of voice
and body language.
WORDSWORTH
The Prince; as ordered.
(He hands him the book
reluctantly.)
If I didnt believe and fight for
the ideals of free trade there
would no way in hell Id ever sell
you this book. But unlike
Syndicalists Im a man wholl
follow the principals of freedom,
even if it means selling such a
powerful book, to such deviants...
Now please leave! And tell EON if
hes sending titled goons to pick
up his packages, that they dont
wear Syndicalist colors!
SATLIN is amused at causing WORDSWORTH to become flustered.
And starts smiling while slowly inspecting the book himself.
He shuts the book and looks at WORDSWORTH.
SATLIN
Heh, Capitalists are all the same!
Whether you support the state or
not! Acting as if youre
enlightened so brightly with
knowledge that you can bestow the
solution for all of lives problems
with mere petty materialistic
conclusions. You may preach
whatever you want, fuck even try to
believe it yourself;
26.
(MORE)
but we both know what the true
motive is... the great quest for
more and more money. Once youve
obtained enough capital, youve
obtained control, and once you gain
control you use it to acquire more
capital, a constant cycle of
exploitation and greed.
SATLIN begins to walk away, he looks back over his shoulder
at WORDSWORTH.
SATLIN (CONTD)
And besides, this book isnt for
EON! Its for me.
WORDSWORTH looks back at him, and begins to recite a poem.
WORDSWORTH
A violet by a mossy stone.
Half hidden from the eye.
-Fair as a star, when only one
is shining in the sky.
She lived unknown,
and few could know
when Lucy ceased to be;
But she is in her grave, and, oh
the difference to me!
SATLIN stands still, his back facing WORDSWORTH as he listens
to the whole poem, he then walks out of the library followed
by an armed guard. The SCHOLAR looks on confused.
SCHOLAR
What was that all about?
WORDSWORTH
Nothing good. For; us, for them,
for the state, for every one...
Especially EON.
SCHOLAR
(confused)
No! I mean that poem. What does it
mean?
WORDSWORTH
Youll understand soon enough my
child. Now! Find me a copy of Hope
Against Hope, it should be under M.
FADE TO:
27.
SATLIN (CONT'D)
INT. SYNDICALISTS HQ - COMMANDERS ROOM
Theyre a group of men in a fortified room, its dark and
dingy, theyre sitting at a rectangular table. Among them
include; EON, ISHMEAL, SATLIN, AHAB and two new characters
TROUT, 31 and NICHOLAS, 46. Theyre papers littered all
around the table.
EON
So, whats first on todays agenda?
NICHOLAS
(Urgently)
Support for the cause is dwindling
in the Southern Plains! Earlier
this week we lost two men to fuck
knows who! They just killed them
and just left them there; only
taking their gear! This is the 7th
death this month! The scoundrels
who are doing this seem to think
were too incompetent to find them
and now the attacks are becoming
more and more frequent. We need to
find out whos responsible and
quickly.
EON
Agreed. How does everyone suppose
we go upon doing that?
SATLIN
The people in the Southern Plains
are mere peons, theyre reluctant
to change and lack the reasoning to
be negotiated with. Theyll only
understand brute force. We need to
crack down on the people in the
region to find out whos
responsible!
TROUT
Thats the worst solution Ive ever
heard! You cant raise support by
using violence and intimidation. We
must do exactly the opposite; if we
help the people there, theyll feel
more comfortable with us, and
therefore more likely to give any
indications to whos behind the
attacks.
28.
EON
Well, how do you suppose we help
the people in the Southern Plains?
Theyre mostly conservative and
against our cause. We cant help
them directly without fear of
arousing the states attention. But
on the other hand if we use
intimidation to find it out whos
responsible, we run the risk of
losing even more support in the
region... I think the best thing we
can do for now is offer a bounty
for any information. Im willing to
put up $5000, if you can match it.
NICHOLAS
Yea, I think I can spare $5000.
EON
Alright, men tell your contacts
about a $10,000 bounty for any
useful information relating to the
killings. Next matter?
AHAB
The state raided our primary armory
in the Distillery district last
week. They killed three and
arrested two, they also seized over
half of our weapons; including all
of our heavy artillery. My men are
now forced to use old and battered
weapons, most of them antiques from
the early 20th century.
EON
I am well aware of the matter. It
was highly televised. Ive been
speaking with SATLIN and he said
SLOTH is more then willing to sell
us a dozen rifles and 10,000 rounds
to go with it.
SATLIN
Yeah, Ive been in Agora a few
times this past week, and SLOTH is
more then eager to sell these guns.
Hes willing to sell them to us for
only 12 points. A very good deal.
TROUT
(Infuriated)
Are you fucking serious?
29.
(MORE)
When did we start
working with the V.A?
Why did nobody tell me?
Do you forget what were
fighting for!? Theyre
our enemies! Bourgeoise
bastards!
EON looks on, confused about how to address TROUT. SATLIN
smiles and shakes his head. Everyone at the table looks
around at each other uncomfortably.
ISHMEAL
Listen! I know what you mean. I
hate working with capitalists too,
but we need guns urgently and they
are the cheapest and quickest. If
we were to order them from the
N.S.O itd cost us twice as much,
and would take over a month for
them to cross the ocean, not to
mention the high risk of them being
caught, and the weapons
confiscated. Besides, the cease-
fire over the past year has really
helped our relations. Maybe if we
continue the route of peace we can
both coexist and benefit each other
against our real and strongest
enemy.
EON
I agree with ISHMEAL. We fought
them for four years, dozens of
casualties on both sides; what did
it accomplish? Absolutely nothing!
All it did was make us weaker! I
think we all can agree, that their
ambitions are despicable, and their
idealogy exploitative and
nonsensical. But at the end of the
day the enemy of our enemy is our
friend... Well at least for now.
SATLIN
Besides, we already know what their
intentions are. Acquire capital...
So you can rest assured knowing
that theyre much more interested
in doing business then engaging in
pointless skirmishes.
30.
TROUT (CONT'D)
(MORE)
Plus Ive been given word from
SLOTH himself that theres no bad
blood between our factions anymore,
and that theyre more then willing
to trade with us. I personally
think theyre being more then
reasonable.
Everyone looks around at each other in agreement expect TROUT
and AHAB.
TROUT
Im going to state for the record
that this is a bad idea!
AHAB
I agree! I think theyre going to
fuck us hard the very first chance
they get... Though... Im still
willing to give it a chance.
TROUT
This is a big mistake! Youll see!
TROUT gets up and storms out of the room.
SATLIN
What an imbecile. Why is he even
here? TROUTS never done anything
to directly benefit the cause! He
doesnt even have his own division!
EON
Shut up SATLIN! TROUT has done a
lot for us; a lot more then you!
Hes just upset at having to
compromise his beliefs... And I
respect him for that, it shows
loyalty to the cause.
SATLIN
What? Youre Saying were not as
loyal to the cause?
EON
No... Just drop it.
There is an awkward silence
EON (CONTD)
So, ISHMEAL when do you want to
pick up those guns?
31.
SATLIN (CONT'D)
ISHMEAL
Umm... I need to plan it out so
give me 4-5 days.
EON
Alright. SATLIN I need you to go
back to Agora and confirm the deal.
Tell SLOTH that our convoy will be
picking it up in 5 days.
SATLIN
Alright, will do. Just theres one
thing.
EON
Whats that?
SATLIN
The V.A are only willing to sell if
theyre paid in full first. SLOTH
said he doesnt want to do direct
trades. Only dead drops... For
safety reasons.
AHAB
So were just going to hand them 12
grand on a promise? What if they
just take the money and kill us
when we go to pick it up?
EON
$12,000 is nothing to them. Theyve
got a library full of books that is
worth millions if not billions.
SLOTH knows its not worth to start
another war for so little.
SATLIN
Yeah! Honestly $12,000 isnt even
worth a minute of SLOTHS time,
hes merely doing this to show that
hes truly interested in peace. He
just wants to know if the idea
is... Mutual.
ISHMEAL
I hope what youre saying is true.
Cause if something goes wrong, this
whole thing can quickly become one
devastating cluster-fuck and I
dont think we can hold out, yet
alone prevail if another war is
sparked with V.A... Were spread
thin as it is.
32.
EON
I think at this point, we must be
cooperative if we intend to
prosper. Though, ISHMEAL be sure to
have a back-up plan incase things
get frosty. If they try anything
funny, I want a quick and decisive
retaliation.
ISHMEAL
Yes sir!
EON
Alright. Any other pressing
matters?
Everyone looks around at each other again.
EON (CONTD)
Alright! See you guys next week
meeting adjourned!
They all stand up and salute EON as he salutes back at them.
CUT TO:
INT. CORNER STORE - SOUTHERN PLAINS - DAY
A DEVIANT, 20 whos obviously an affiliate of the
Syndicalists wearing the iconic red and black walks around
the store. He grabs a bag of crisps and a 26 ounce bottle of
spiced rum. He opens the crisps bag in the store and starts
eating them. He walks up to the CASHIER, 30; The CASHIER is
instantly fear stroke. The DEVIANT looks at him with anger.
DEVIANT
The fuck is this?
(he throws the bag of
crisps at the CASHIER)
I said to buy fucking chicken
chips! Not this sweet and sour
bullshit! Fucking taste like shit!
CASHIER
(Very timid)
Yes! Im sorry, I tried ordering
them, but they stopped
manufacturing that flavour! I cant
get it anymore!
33.
DEVIANT
Well thats your fucking problem! I
dont care what you have to do to
get them, fuck make them yourself!
But I want fucking chicken chips!
And their better be a bag the next
time I come!
(he opens the bottle of
rum and takes a swig)
Now! Give me the money you owe...
CASHIER
Yes sir!
He bends under the counter and picks up a stack of bills. He
hands it to the DEVIANT.
CASHIER (CONTD)
Here you are. This weeks payment.
The DEVIANT starts counting it, and smirks.
DEVIANT
First! You dont have chicken
chips, now youre pulling this shit
on me! This is only $200! Wheres
the rest?
CASHIER
Umm... Thats all I have! It was a
slow week. Please dont hurt me! I
swear its all I can give!
DEVIANT
Thats unfortunate for you! I need
at least 400$! What kind of drugs
n pussy can a man get with 200$?
(He begins to rub his
head, to indicate hes
thinking.)
Umm... Let me think... So heres
the situation, either you find
another 200$ from somewhere... Or I
get my boys, head into the back
room and get your daughter to pay
off your debt, make her pay all
night long...
CASHIER
Please! No! Leave her alone! Here
take this
(he opens the register and
gives him all the money
in it.)
34.
(MORE)
Thats all I have! Now please!
Leave us alone!
The DEVIANT starts counting the money he was just given.
DEVIANT
Youre still 80$ short... But oh
well, Ill just add it to next
weeks payment.
The DEVIANT walks away, knocking over a sign on his way out
of the corner store. He steps outside and sparks a cigarette.
EXT. STORE FRONT - SOUTHERN PLAINS - AFTERNOON
Theyre two men outside EARL, 47 and TOMMY, 28; theyre
dressed in work clothes, a typical factory workers overalls.
Theyre standing against the stores entrance watching the
DEVIANT. A green pick-up truck pulls around the corner and
stops at the front of the store. EARL then pulls out a
handgun from his work-vest and walks up behind the DEVIANT.
He PISTOL WHIPS him in the back of the head, causing the
DEVIANT to collapse. EARL starts searching him and takes the
9mm handgun from out of his waistband. He tosses it to TOMMY
who immediately gets into the truck. EARL stands over the
DEVIANT with his gun pointed at him, he turns to see the
CASHIER is watching from inside the store. The CASHIER smiles
and begins to nod yes. EARL nods back at him then starts
SHOOTING at the downed DEVIANT. He SHOOTS him several times,
unloading the entire clip into his body. He then dashes into
the truck where it speeds off down the road.
The CASHIER then begins to walk out of the store, and
inspects the DEVIANTS corpse. He looks slightly disturbed at
the site. He walks back into the store and picks up a
telephone from behind the counter.
CASHIER
(On the phone)
Hello, police theres been a murder
in front of my store; Im at the
corner of Steeles and Main.
(He listens to the
dispatch for a couple
seconds)
Thanks.
He walks out from behind the counter and towards his cooler.
He grabs a beer and walks to the front of the store. He
stands there sipping his beer, staring at the corpse. Its
not long until the police arrive.
35.
CASHIER (CONT'D)
Theyre two cops in the car, PVT.COLE, 28 and SGT.DAVIS, 26.
PVT.COLE is large and muscular. SGT.DAVIS is short and is
wearing a pair of aviator glasses. They pull up and get out
of the car.
SGT.DAVIS
(Happily)
Heh, another dead Syndicalist. Done
made my day!
PVT.COLE inspects the corpse as SGT.DAVIS approaches the
CASHIER.
SGT.DAVIS (CONTD)
So you saw what happened here?
CASHIER
(Nervously)
Yea! Um a group of Syndicalists
robbed me, he and two other men,
one was black about 59 the other
was white and was about the same
height. They were all dressed the
same.
SGT.DAVIS
So what happened? Howd he die?
CASHIER
After they robbed me... and walked
outside one of the guys, the white
guy just turned around and started
shooting. I think it was personal
because they didnt even take the
money off him. They just drove off.
SGT.DAVIS
What were they driving?
CASHIER
It was a blue sports-car, Im not
sure the make... I dont know much
about cars.
SGT.DAVIS
Huh, how much did they steal from
you?
PVT.COLE is still inspecting the corpse. He reaches into the
front pocket and pulls out the bloodstained money hed stolen
from the CASHIER minutes earlier.
36.
CASHIER
They took approximately 320
dollars.
PVT.COLE starts counting the money. He then puts it into his
back pocket.
PVT.COLE
(Obviously lying.)
Seems like they did rob him after
all, I didnt find anything.
CASHIER
I just saw you take it and put it
into your pocket. You cant do
that!
PVT.COLE walks up to the CASHIER and gets in his face.
PVT.COLE
(He looks at SGT.DAVIS)
You know what I think, maybe hes
the one behind the murder! Guy
steals something from his store, he
get upset and guns him down. Then
stages it to look like an armed
robbery gone wrong. How does that
sound?
SGT.DAVIS
Sounds right to me! Im sure the
judge would agree... Alright, lets
take this murderer to jail...
Unless of course hes willing to
cooperate...
They both chuckle and smile at each other.
CASHIER
(He sighs.)
Fine. Take it!
SGT.DAVIS stops smiling, and out of no-where punches the
CASHIER directly in the stomach which causes him to fall to
his knees. SGT.DAVIS kneels in front of the CASHIER
SGT.DAVIS
(Whispering)
Thats a good boy! Just remember
were infallible, you aint!
He stands up and looks at PVT.COLE.
37.
PVT.COLE
Should we call an ambulance?
SGT.DAVIS
Naw, fuck it, lets just bag em up
and toss him in the trunk. I dont
feel like waiting for an ambo.
Besides Im fuckin starving and
that burger place is on the way to
the hospital.
PVT.COLE
Is that the one that has the
stuffed bacon and cheddar burgers?
SGT.DAVIS
Yep yep.
PVT.COLE
Aww... Yea! Im fuckin with that.
Those things are amazing!
SGT.DAVIS
Best part, the tabs on him.
(He points and laughs at
the CASHIER)
SGT.DAVIS and PVT.COLE begin to walk back to their car, and
grab a body bag from the trunk. They open it out beside the
corpse.
SGT.DAVIS (CONTD)
Alright, Ill get top you get
bottom?
PVT.COLE
Sure.
They pick up the corpse and put it over the open bag. They
then zip the bag up.
SGT.DAVIS
Alright now to the trunk.
They walk to the opened trunk holding the corpse. They start
swinging it to get momentum.
SGT.DAVIS (CONTD)
On three; One, Two... Three!
At three they toss the corpse into the trunk, and push it
slightly to make it fit. SGT.DAVIS slams the trunk as
PVT.COLE enters the car.
38.
SGT.DAVIS then walks around to the other side, on his way he
looks at the CASHIER still attempting to catch his breath and
waves at him.
SGT.DAVIS (CONTD)
Thanks for lunch! Have a nice day!
The police car zooms away down the road in the exact same way
the truck did earlier.
FADE TO.
INT. TOMMYS APARTMENT
TOMMY and EARL enter the room. Its a typical bachelors
living room. TOMMY walks into the kitchen as EARL sits down
on his sofa, he pulls out the gun he took off the DEVIANT and
places it on the coffee table in-front of him. TOMMY walks
back into the living room clutching two beers and a
disinfectant wipe. He sits down on a chair beside EARL and
hands him a beer and the wipe; he then opens his beer and
starts sipping it. EARL also opens his then begins to start
dissembling the handgun and starts cleaning it.
TOMMY
Damn, thats a pretty high-end
pistol right there. You know what
it is?
EARL
(Sips his beer.)
No... Ive never seen this gun
before.
EARL starts unloading the bullets from the clip.
EARL (CONTD)
Its a 9 millimeter. Its
impressive though.
TOMMY
Let me see it.
EARL reassembles it and hands TOMMY the handgun, and he
starts inspecting it.
TOMMY (CONTD)
(Confused)
It says United States Department
Of Justice on it... What does that
mean?
39.
EARL
It means its at least 70 years
old.
TOMMY
How do you know that?
EARL
Because its an American gun.
TOMMY
What the hell is America?
EARL
America was a state... well an
empire actually. It used to span
across the entire continent from
Pacific to Atlantic and controlled
many other places throughout the
globe. It collapsed like most of
the worlds governments after the
2021 monetary crisis.
TOMMY
So Cascadia used to be apart of
America?
EARL
Yeah, well that and another state
called Canada too... but its not
important. Im surprised you didnt
know that?
TOMMY
Yeah... Think its worth anything
or should we just keep it?
EARL
Id say its probably worth a
bit... It holds over 20 rounds in a
magazine which is quite
impressive....
(He looks like hes
thinking.)
I think we should keep it. It seems
pretty rare. I think Im actually
going to use it from now on.
TOMMY
Alright. Well give me back that .45
then so I can put it with the rest
of the stuff.
EARL takes out his gun and gives it to TOMMY.
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THE CAMERA FOLLOWS TOMMY AS HE WALKS INTO HIS BEDROOM.
INT. TOMMYS APARTMENT - BEDROOM
Once in his room, he opens his closet. Inside is a vault, he
inputs the code 11-09-18-72. Inside the vault theres a
couple of guns with ammunition and other combat gear items;
like mag-pouches, helmets and vests. All the gear has
indications that they were Syndicalist equipment. The helmet
being half red and black and the vest having the iconic red
and black star on it, as well as many other Syndicalist
patches and markers. He places the .45 into the vault and
shuts it. He walks back into the living room where EARL is
sipping his beer and watching the television.
TOMMY
Hey EARL, how many Syndicalists
have we killed?
EARL
Umm... Eight I think, maybe seven?
Why?
TOMMY
Do you think theyre starting to
look for us?
EARL
Probably. Doesnt phase me though.
Its not like anyone wants them
here.
TOMMY
Huh... Well do you ever think about
if what were doing is right?
EARL
What do you mean? Like if whether
or not our motives for killing are
justified?
TOMMY
Yea.
EARL
Im not sure... I dont think
killing a person for whatever
political reason is justifiable;
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but if the threat of violence is
constantly and brutally imposed by
those who claim to represent your
interests without allowing you to
express said interests, then the
justification for the use of
violence yourself seems rather
redundant.
TOMMY
(Confused)
I have no idea what you just said.
EARL
If Syndicalists claim to represent
us and are interests, over the
state. Then rob, murder and extort
the same people they claim to
represent in an attempt to gain
control, then it doesnt matter if
what were doing is justified,
simply because there is nothing
else we could realistically do. I
think if anything in this state is
evident is that non-violent
response to any organization that
uses violence itself is rather
futile.
TOMMY
Still dont get it...
EARL
Anyone who uses violence to achieve
their goals doesnt give a fuck
about you, or your well being. They
are only care about themselves,
their image, and their influence.
And they will do whatever necessary
to expand influence while
benefitting only themselves; using
all their power and resources to
make themselves appear just and
benevolent in order to be able to
continue to control anything they
want. Whether its the; state,
terrorist organizations or just
some crazy motherfuckers with a
gun, it makes no difference. Their
justifications for violence are
unimportant because the results are
all the same... Death and despair
to anyone whom opposes or
challenges their authority.
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EARL (CONT'D)
TOMMY
So youre saying were just as bad
as them.
EARL
In theory yes... But in reality
no...
EARL and TOMMY both look around and feel somewhat
disheartened by the actualization. EARL then glances at a
nearby clock and then hastily chugs the rest of his beer.
EARL (CONTD)
Oh shit! I had to be home nearly an
hour ago. Shit, LORRAINEs gonna
kill me.
EARL stands up and begins getting ready to leave.
TOMMY
Is her sister still living with you
guys?
EARL
Unfortunately. Man, I cant wait
until she gets her own place again.
Shes driving me and my kid crazy.
The worst part is that LORRAINE
seems to be immune to her bullshit!
I get shes her sister... but its
really starting to be too much.
Like last week when we got off
early; when I got home I found her
in my daughters room having herself
a threesome with two of the most
disgusting men twice her age;
crushed up lines of Amos all over
the dresser... Nearly had a fucking
heart-attack. But the worst part
was that I had to buy KASSIE a
whole new bed set; which made her
very unhappy, and its not like I
could even tell her why.
TOMMY
Why not? Why didnt you just tell
your daughter that her whore and
junkie of an aunt soiled her covers
and mattress with the semen and
fuck knows what else.
EARLS ready to leave, he walks towards the doorway about to
leave.
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EARL
(Confused)
Because shes 14! Not to mention I
dont need LORRAINE bitching at me
anymore then usual. Man I wish I
could just leave for a few days,
get away from her and her
inconsiderate sister.
TOMMY
Yeah... well take it easy bro.
EARL
Yeah! See you Monday! Oh and
remember to bring you Q.C to work
next week. Theyre doing employee
qualification inspections.
TOMMY
Yea I know. Later.
EARL opens the door and leaves. TOMMY walks towards his
kitchen. Upon entering the kitchen he opens the fridge and
takes out deli meats and cheese slices, he then goes to his
pantry where he pulls out a bag of sliced bread. He opens the
bag and takes out two slices of bread. He then proceeds to
make a sandwich. After the sandwich is made he starts eating
it as he sits back down at his television, at this point he
notices the television is receiving no signal and is stuck on
static. TOMMYs annoyed at the inconvenience.
TOMMY (CONTD)
(To himself)
Ugghh.. Fucking thing! 30 bucks a
month and it doesnt even work half
the god damn time.
He turns off the television, hes quite aggravated at this
point. He finishes eating the sandwich as he walks back into
his room. He shakes his hands off and opens the last droor of
his dresser. He pulls out two items; a picture frame and a
small wooden box. He walks towards his bed and sits down. He
places the wooden box beside him. He looks at the picture
frame. Inside the frame is a photograph of him and his ex-
wife, he stares nostalgically at the picture for a couple
seconds. He begins to start to tear up, a couple of tears run
down his face before he places down the picture and grabs the
wooden box. He opens the box inside are; a pill bottle,
medical alcohol, band-aids a bent and burned spoon, rubber
hose, a tiny hammer, a syringe and a lighter.
TOMMY grabs the pill bottle and takes out a pill, the pill
says Amos 110mg. He begins crushing the pill with the tiny
hammer.
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He then ties the rubber hose around his arm pulling the end
with his mouth to ensure its tightly fastened. He then puts
the grounded pill onto the spoon, followed by a few drops of
alcohol. He then uses the lighter to cook the concoction.
After a good half minute he takes the syringe and starts
filling it, once filled he immediately begins injecting it
into his arm. After shooting up, he rips off the hose and
puts a band-aid over the injection mark.
After the injection he assembles all his equipment and puts
it back into the wooden box, which he puts back into his
dresser. He then walks backwards collapsing on his bed; hes
beginning to feel the high kick in. He gets comfortable and
picks up his picture frame, he looks at again before giving
it a kiss.
TOMMY (CONTD)
(High on opiates)
Love you baby...
He starts hugging the photo before starting to nod off.
FADE TO BLACK.
WRITTEN BY: JORDAN QUATRALE
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