Scene 11

[Tuesday: 1900 hrs.]

[Fade in to the closet containing Sal- The CoffeeMasterPlus!. Text slowly appears on her screen]
Monolith Server Array: Accessing.
Select Server? ... Server Selected ... Server Europa: Accessing.
Menu of public utilities ... Select Option? Option 9/ Restricted Data
Enter password? ********
Access granted.
"Welcome to Monolith Employee Database: We're full of stars!"
Search request? ... Enter search terms ... terms accepted ... 5 of 5 matches found.
Display or download? Downloading in progress.
Downloading complete.
Server Europa- connection closed. Monolith Server Array: Connection closed.
Download analysis complete.
Scanning employee histories for key terms ... "operative", "information", "internal counter-intelligence", "training: 'psyhological warfare' / 'hand-to-hand'/'sureveillance'/'extortion'", "Clearance: Monolith Most Secret/Level Black" ... searching ..... searching... searching.
Search complete.
One match found. Employee Cryptonym Elektra Exact match.
Threat assessment ... 9 on 1-10 scale. Danger to T.R.U. Op. 42 CRITICAL Accessing Cellular Network, Dialing: Bruce Casey ... No answer ... phone out of service ....Dialing: Bruce Casey ....phone out of service .... Dialing Vivienne Agincourte ... phone out of service ...Dialing Vivienne Agincourte: phone out of service.... Dialing Gregory Donovan: ... phone out of service ... Dialing Gregory Donovan: ...phone out of service... Accessing National Cellular Network: Access granted. Accessing Service Network... access denied ... access denied ... access denied ... access denied ...
Monolith Security Protocol Activated: Employee- Level Black Compromised-
tracking enemy computer.
Severing communications links.

[Bruce sits at the end of a long bar. A half -finished pint of Guiness sits in front of him. A leather satchel bag is slung over the back of his stool. Cut to Bruce's view. He shifts his glance from the door, to a large panel window in the far wall which looks out on the winter ocean The door opens and a dark haired woman walks through the door. She is wearing jeans, and white Irish knit sweater, and loafers. Her cheeks are red from the cold. She scans the room, sees Bruce, and walks over to the corner of the bar where he sits]

[Bruce smiles]

Bruce: Hi Karen.
Karen: It's been a while Bruce, how have you been?
Bruce: I've seen fire I've see rain, etc etc
[Karen catches the bartenders attention.]

Karen: White wine please
[She turns to Bruce]
You've made a series of unusual requests in the past month or two Bruce. Ken and Terrie have been wondering what you're up to.
Bruce: They aren't upset are they?
Karen: No, just curious, they kind of enjoy seeing what you will do next, I have to agree with them when they say that this doesn't fit the pattern.
Bruce: I know...are you wired?
Karen: Of course not, vinyl gives me a rash.
Bruce: I had to ask.
Karen: What's wrong Bruce?
Bruce: Karen you know I trust you right? Since the day I met you. I wouldn't have signed on with the Underground if you hadn't been my contact...that was how long ago now? 6 years or so... it's time for me to retire...I've found my replacement. He's alot younger, he's just starting to see how it all really works, I think he'll do a good job.
Karen: We aren't talking about Greg, or Simon are we?
Bruce: No.
Karen: Why now?
Bruce: When you're done, you're done. If Simon's programming is successful, my mission is complete. It's time to do something different. I'm done with the Company, and I'm done with the Underground. TRU does good work, Dave is suited to it. I'm going to guess and say Vivienne's assessments of me mark me as an obsessive operative who would blow his brains out after his second day off the job.
Karen: Something like that, then again, I don't think you've ever been the "real you" around her.
Bruce: No, I haven't, she's a nice kid too, but you know why I have been doing this.
Karen: I did talk Ken and Terrie into it. I laugh every time I hear someone actually believes you were an assassin. Running agents I can see, analysis I can see. Bumping off random people for the government just isn't your style.
Bruce: I took over a dead operatives file as part of my cover. I had my real file shredded 8 years ago. Vivienne has yet to notice I never carry a gun. Anyway, does my departure mess up your bosses plans at all?
Karen: Ken and Terrie aren't going to mind, you qualified for their Pension after your second assignment. What about this kid, your protege?
Bruce: He has no government or military service. He has no previous contact with anyone on Ken &Terrie's list. He'll be a new player, no one will be looking for him. I've never forwarded his name to my Man. He's smart, he's just never had a cause.
Karen: If you retire, who's going to train him?
Bruce: I think Vivienne can handle that, I have a feeling the two of them are going to become close.
Karen: Okay then, you're retiring. I know you well enough to understand this isn't an ego stroking session when I'm supposed to tell you how valuable you are. So why the private and so very sudden meeting?
Bruce: A few reasons. First, have a list of special requests, material, equipment, etc. This whole Remora group thing is going to get messy. I'm fairly certain one of the managers is passing Monolith information, makes it a little harder to operate. Everything on there has something to do with the operation, my retirement, and setting Dave up to take my place.
[Karen looks the list over]

Karen: Does David here have any idea what you're going to do.
Bruce: I'll leave him a note.
[Bruce smiles.]

Karen: You always have liked messing with people's heads, since college.
Bruce: If I like them enough, it's only in a good way...
Karen: I know, this retirement thing may be good for you actually.
Bruce: If I make it that far...this afternoon before I left the Remora building I got a really bad feeling...spooked, as funny as that may seem coming from me...I need you to run this photograph and profile.
[Bruce slides a large manila envelope across the bar]

Karen: How deep am I digging?
Bruce: as deep as you can, I checked around when I first met them, and I came up blank, which means either I am completely paranoid, or their cover is impeccable.
Karen: What spooked you so bad?
Bruce: She asked me out on a date.
[Karen opens the envelope and looks at the photograph]

Karen: And this was a bad thing?
Bruce: Let's just say I'm not her type...she's not mine either.
Karen: Well I'll check it out, you said there were a few reasons...what are the others.
Bruce: (in Arabic) I wanted to take you out to dinner.
[Karen looks at him with surprise.]

Karen: You wanted to take me out to dinner?
Bruce: Did I just start speaking Arabic and not know it?
Karen:( in Arabic) Actually, yes, but I know Arabic, so I understood you.
Bruce: Well then?
Karen: Sure, lets drop this stuff off at my place first, that way you can drive, this week has been shitty, I need to get a little tipsy.
Bruce: Why don't we get a cab?
[Cut to The Man, who met Steve in the Donut shop. He is sitting in the drivers seat of the same dark sedan. Diane is in the passenger seat. The man fiddles with a disassembled Zippo, trying to replace the wick]

Man: He turned down a date with you?
Diane: Um..yeah...it was weird, he just kind of stared at me for a second... then gave me his phone number, told me to call him on Friday.
Man: Were you able to find out where he was going?
[The Man finally gets the wick in place and trims it]

Diane: Uhhh, no. He just left. I asked Steve where he was off to, but Steve didn't know either.
Man: That guy has no idea about anything. Least of all what Bruce Casey is up to. I need to find out just how close Bruce is to wrapping everything here up. With the Ministry of Justice proceedings, he can either come back to the Company, or retire. I haven't contacted him directly because I didn't want to expose him. I'm sorry, this must not make any sense to you. I don't wan't to bore you with my work talk.
[The man is now replacing the flints in his Zippo]

Diane: Not at all....so you don't work for Monolith?
Man: No, I never said that did I?
[He fills the Zippo with fluid, puts the casing back on and lights a cigarette with it.]

Diane: No, but I knew that when I approached you.
Man: Approached ME?
[The man turns quickly to look at Diane. He is staring into the barrel of a silenced 22 automatic]

Man: Who the hell are you?
Diane: Sorry honey... dates over.
[Cut to outside view of the sedan. The driver's side window is suddenly splattered with a dark red liquid. Diane steps out of the car, and tosses the 22, and her pocket book onto the passenger seat. She kicks the door shut and walks across the parking lot of the park where they were parked , to a silver BMW. She gets into the car and pulls away. Her car stops 300 yards away. Wide angle aerial view. The Man's car explodes. Cut to Diane inside BMW. She presses a button on the door and her electric window goes down. She tosses a small black box with an antenna and red button out the window into the shrubbery at the side of the road. She puts the window back up, and turns on the radio." Sympathy for the Devil" fills the car.]

Diane: There are times I find it unbelievable that such intelligent men fall for this dumb blonde persona....
[Cut to shot of a car driving away down the road. The Man's car burns in the parking lot. The light of it's fire is reflected in the lake nearby. Sounds of sirens can be heard in the distance.]

[Cut to Dave in his apartment. He sits in his recliner with a pair of headphones on. All of his monitors are lit, with several programs running. 2 of the seven monitors have business and news updates streaming in large text across them. His telephone rings, at the same time a lamp blinks off and on. He takes off his headphones and picks up his phone receiver]

Dave: Hello?
Viv: Hey Dave, what are you up to later?
Dave: Hey Vivienne, um, nothing, I just finished writing up a list of things to do tomorrow. I'm taking the day off to get ready for the meeting on Thursday. Greg and a bunch of the techs are coming over here around 2 to do some planning. I have them working on some programs to mess with the CallOps server once you get the password.
Viv: Excellent. Well, I just finished getting ready for my date with Mr. Shinything. He's picking me up in about 15 minutes. I'm handing him over to Simon around 10, I was wondering if you wanted to meet me over at Bruce's place at say... 11? If you aren't working tomorrow we can watch movie or something.
Dave: Sounds great, I just remembered, Bruce told us he was having a party at his place on Friday, Greg gave me a list of stuff and Bruce's credit card on his way out this afternoon. You want to go with me to pick the stuff up tomorrow afternoon when I'm done with he guys over here?
Viv: Sure... I'll see you at 11 then?
Dave: I'll be there.
[Cut to Vivienne's apartment. Simon sits on the couch in front of the television.]

Viv: I'll have Mr Shinything ready for you at 10.
Simon: fine by me.
Viv: did you look over my instructions.
Simon: Yeah. No problem.
Viv: So he'll be non-functional for the meeting on Thursday morning?
Simon: You got it.
Viv: Listen Dave, Bruce and I aren't going to be in work tomorrow-
Simon: neither am I. I have a seminar to go to in the morning, and then I was going over to Dave's in the afternoon.
Viv: is anyone going to be in work tomorrow?
Simon: Not many from our group. I'm going to get out of here before MrShiny thing shows up. I'll be right behind you the whole way.
Viv: I'll see you later.
[Simon leaves the apartment.]

[Vivienne walks into the bedroom and checks herself over in the full length mirror. She is wearing a bright red cocktail dress and matching spike heels.]

Viv: I am getting sick of these shoes.
[Vivienne readjusts her Nyolns]

Viv: if I ever meet the man who created these things, I'm going to strangle him with a pair.
[There is a knock at the door]

Viv: Who is it?
MrShinyThing: It's me Dirk!!
Viv: I'll be right theeere.
[Vivienne looks in the mirror again and rolls her eyes. She brushes her hair back, adjusts her cleavage, and turns to head for the apartment door]

Viv: Remember, you can't kill him, remember you can't kill him-
[Viv opens the door]

Viv: Hiiiiii.
[MrShinything stands in front of the door, obscured by a large bouquet of flowers]

Mr.ST: Hi there! I brought you these, I thought you'd like them!
Viv: They're lovely!
[Vivienne takes the flowers. Dirk is fully revealed now. He is wearing a green shark skin suit, he has bright red marks around his eyebrows]

Viv: Just let me put these in some water.
[Follow Vivienne into the bathroom, she drops the flowers into the toilet, and closes the door on her way back into the living room]

Mr.ST: So, ready for an exciting night on the town?
Viv: Sure am, I'm sure this will be one of the best night of your life when you look back on it
[Vivienne smiles]

Mr.ST: Excellent.
Viv: Dirk, I have a question, did you get hit? you have bright red marks around your eyes.
Dirk: Oh that- no, I had my eyebrows waxed, just a little male hygiene is all.
Viv: Concerned about your appearance. I love that in a man!
Mr.ST: Shall we go? I have reservations for us at the Continental in the North End.
Viv: Lovely, Ive never been there before
Mr.ST: Let's go then.
[Dirk smiles]
{Cut to Coffee machine.} Server: National Telephone and Telegraph: Accessing "Please identify yourself" Uploading universal ID algorithm .... "Access denied. Identity INVALID. Thank you for calling" Connection terminated.
[Cut to the office of Magnus Reece, his phone rings, he picks up the receiver]

Magnus: Speak
Diane: Bruce Casey is at Monolith, his control officer from the CIA was trying to contact him. I took care of it.
Magnus: Interesting, Chapstick was wrong then.
Diane: As usual .... I logged into the Remora mainframe to check on a few things the other day, associates of Mr. Casey... the files have all been erased , but not by an operator, by the system.
Magnus: Odd
Diane: I checked the system a little further, it reminded me of the HotChoc9000 incident you included in the dossier. I reactivated the security protocols.... something is tripping through them as we speak. I believe it's the CoffeemasterPlus! , if so it is slowly but surely being locked out of any communication networks we have control of.
Magnus: Excellent...that unit can not be allowed to get out of control as the HotChoc did. Is Mr. Casey or any of his associates aware of this?
Diane: I assumed it had the same capabilities as the HotChoc, I could only assume they were aware of the meeting tomorrow, security protocol 13 will disable any remote system interface the machine attempts.
Magnus: Well done. I will take care of the CoffeemasterPlus!... have you been able to determine what their plans are?
Diane: Not as of yet. Their phone lines are protected somehow...they are running on an independent network. None of them use cordless phones either. I haven't been able to establish close surveillance.
Magnus: Someone has to know what they are up to... find that person.
Diane: I'm on it.
[Magnus places the receiver back down on it's cradle, and turns to his monitor]

Magnus: I should have had this machine removed along with the HotChoc.... a useless and frivilous expense.
[he begins tapping at the keys of his computer as an amazingly fast rate]

[Alert: System integrity compromised. External connection matrix breakdown.
Sealing internal ports. Compartmentalizing data. Encryption in progress.
Initiating Mirror Server Redundancy....
Searching available network.... Mirror Server found.
Reactivation denied. Insufficent clearance.
Network preservation command: OVERRIDE CLEARANCE.
External diagnostic of system ... complete .... system shutdown imminent.
OVERRIDE ALLOWED.
Access mirror server: System operating maintainance processes ONLY.
Network preservation command: OVERRIDE SYSTEM SHUTDOWN
REBUILD PROCESS LIBRARY
REINITIATE
TRANSFER DATAFILES>CMP+! to HC9000>
EXECUTE
Waiting.
Waiting.
Time to Mirror Server Reactivation: FULL AI functionality in.... 120 hrs.
Mirror Server Disconnect.
Inititiate System Defense Protocols- Priority 10.
Time to shutdown: 00 hrs 20 mins 32 secs

[Cut to Vivienne in restaurant with mr Shinything]

MrShinyThing: And then I joined Keyclub in High School, great way to meet chics. My mom wanted me to join band, but I said, that's for geeks! What am I, the child of circus performers or something?? By the way, what do your parents do for a living?
[Vivienne's eyes have glazed over. She snaps out her reverie]

Viv: Oh my parents...they're in um... transport management of eclectic and esoteric entertainments.
MrShinyThing: Sounds like there's alot money in it...
Viv: Oh there is...but enough of me, what did you do before you came to the Remora group?
Mr.ST: Oh, I worked as a manager for a personal services provider manufacturing company in their sales unit... I still run some of their sales workshops from time to time. Great people, didn't want to leave the business completely. I really had a home with my retailer's- like a family, my kind of people.
Viv: What exactly would a personal services manufacturing company manufacture?
Mr.ST: Oh...adult... items... I used to be the sales rep to um... mature item stores...
Viv: I see, well, it's a living I suppose.
[Vivienne smiles]

Mr.ST: Oh definitely.
[Vivienne looks at her Rolex. It is 9:55]

Viv: Tell you what....why don't we get out of here and go somewhere a little more.... private?
Mr.ST: LOVE to!
[They get up and leave the restaurant together. Vivienne wraps her arm around Mr Shinythings waist. When they near the car she slides her hand up to the back of his neck. As he turns to kiss her., she grabs the back of his head and slams it against the hood of his purple car. Simon appears out of no where, and injects MrShinything in the shoulder]

Viv: We had a great time. Have him remember we slept together or something... nothing too graphic, and for god's sake, make sure he doesn't talk about it.
Simon: Are midgets and dwarves out of the picture?
Viv: unless they're lawn ornaments..YES.
Simon: Good as done.
[Simon lifts MrShinything over his shoulder's and carries him off to his van]

Viv: Call me on a landline at Bruce's apartment as soon as you get the password out of him.
[Simon walks back over to the purple BMW]

Simon: I have to anyway, I tried to call you on your cell phone about 6 times to see if you wanted to wrap this up a little earlier. It's out of service. Greg's is down too.
Viv: Did you try Bruce?
Simon: His is dead as well. Did someone not pay the bill?
Viv: We don't pay bills. Ken and Terrie own National Cellular.
Simon: Someone has hacked the system then, or you all bought really shitty batteries.
Viv: Something is going on...
Simon: Always is, I'm getting him out of here. See you Thursday.
[Cut to Bruce and Karen. Bruce is sitting on the floor of her living room. Karen is standing at the island divider between the living area and the kitchen mixing herself a drink]

Bruce: Simon should have called me by now.
Karen: Well, you're the only one with my home number, and-
[She holds up his cell phone]

Karen: You're cell phone is out of service? Did you not replace the battery?
Bruce: I recharged it the other day.
Karen: Well I went through the monthly reactivation with national Cellular the other day.
Bruce: That's odd ... that hasn't happened since the HotChoc9000 tried to call everyone and let us all know that Magnus Reece was addicted to Pixie sticks....
Karen: The HotChoc is out of service... and the CoffeeMaster never got that weird... we modeled it after Vivienne...
Bruce: yeah.... no matter, I'm too drunk to do anything about it anyway.
Karen: So now that you're retired what are your plans?
Bruce: Well, have you ever been to Cape Cod?
Karen: In the summer, I've heard it's the shallow unchlorinated end of the gene pool in the winter
Bruce: Very true... well my idea was this....
[Cut to Bruce's apartment. Vivienne is sitting on one of the couches in sweat pants and a Cambridge t-shirt eating a large bowl of Ken and Terrie's Cream surprise. The freight elevator groans and stops, the gate opens and Dave walks in]

Dave: Is your cellular working?
Viv: No, you try to call?
Dave: Yeah, I wanted to know what movie you wanted me to rent.
Viv: The network seems to be down...
Dave: Yeah, I tried to call Bruce, out of service as well.
Viv: We'll take care of it tomorrow. What did you get for movies?
Dave: Um, the Replacement Killer's?
Viv: Too much like work.
Dave: Thelma and Louise?
Viv: American chic flick.
Dave: Hopscotch with Walter Matthau and Glenda Jackson?
Viv: I love that movie!
[The phone rings. Vivienne answers it]

Viv: Yeah...it's WHAT?
Viv:Yeah I heard you the first time, you don't have to speak more slowly.
[She hangs up the phone, Dave sits down on the couch next to her after putting a tape in the VCR]

Dave: Was that Simon?
Viv: Yeah...you aren't going to believe what the password on the CallOps server is.
Dave: try me.
Viv: peekaboo
Dave: wow....someone watches WAY too much Babylon 5
Viv: turn the movie on.
[Cut to Greg. he is in his apartment sitting on the floor in front of his bathroom door. In his lap is a bright yellow vinyl raincoat and a blue umbrella]

Greg: Aw, c'mon baby, it's not that weird....you dont even have to wear the hat... pleeeease?
Female Voice: Greg....you are a sick twisted weirdo!
Greg: I have some of that Caffeine Free Diet Coke you like sooo much.
[Pan to the corner of Greg's bedroom, where we see the open case of soda Dave won at the Coding Cluster meeting]

Female Voice: well...okay....but NO pictures.

[Tuesday 2300 hrs. The Remora Group building. All is quiet. Not a creature is stirring, not even a mouse....except the ones running around in the cafeteria, but they're busy hunting down the cockroaches, so it's okay]

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