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My Own Worst Enemy
by Evad Trevlac (evadtrevlac1@yahoo.com)

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In a bleak corporate future, a former assassin and her family are hunted by the only thing on earth dangerous to her: Herself.


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MY OWN WORST ENEMY

INT. A SWANK WASHINGTON D.C. PARTY - NIGHT
                                                            
This late-22nd Century affair is going full steam.
Grand-Ballroom / Ritzy Hotel / POWERFUL PEOPLE.
The eclectic dress signifies: United Nations.
                                                            
What must be an IMPORTANT MAN makes his way through the
crowd. 4 SECURITY GUARDS, tuxedo'd and laser-sharp surround
him. 2 MORE MEN, dapper G-men as well, trail behind.

On closer inspection, the Important Man is 350lbs of sweaty
PRIME-MINISTER. We know he's the Prime-Minister, because the
pompous-ass is wearing a red-sash that says: Prime-Minister.
                                                            
He WORKS the crowd:
                                                            
                       PRIME-MINISTER
Hello / Nice to see you / Nice to
meet you..
                                                            
Somehow, a drop-dead gorgeous ASIAN WOMAN, black slitted
evening dress, long shiny black hair, and mesmerizing VIOLET
EYE'S, sidles through security and is BUMPED by the
Prime-Minister. She spills her champagne.
                                                            
                       STUNNING WOMAN
Oh, my...excuse me.
                                                            
                       PRIME-MINISTER
Oh no. My fault completely. I'm
sorry.
                                                            
He apologizes. Makes a TO-DO out of kissing her hand, before
security intervenes. He's led away, but their eye contact
LINGERS.
                                                            
THE PARTY APPROACHES MIDNIGHT:
                                                            
It's more crowded now, if that's possible.
The rotund Prime Minister chats with an exclusive circle of
FAT-CATS, and BLUE-BLOODS:
                                                            
                       PRIME-MINISTER
...and then I said
"Private-Canal?" "In my Country?"
"Over my dead body...
                                                            

2.

                       BLUEBLOOD PARTY GUEST
And that, my friends, is an
extremely-long journey..
(Laughter)
                                                            
The Prime-Minister, jiggling as he laughs, SPOTS the Beauty
in Black, down a DARKENED HALLWAY. Long hair covering
one-eye. Lithe figure. A pure SIREN.

Their eyes meet. She FLIRTS.
Signaling him to follow, she opens a restroom door.

The light flooding into the pitch-black hall, combined with
her spinning in the very-slitted evening dress, is
REVEALING. A bare-ass, or a very lucky thong, either way
the Prime-Minister is OVERCOME with lust.
                                                            
                       PRIME-MINISTER
I uh, need to use the restroom.
Now.
                                                            
The Prime-Minister, displaying the patience of a "dog in
heat" LUMBERS towards the bathroom.
Security is hard-pressed to keep up.

The 4 Point Men follow, the 2 Trailers stay behind.
                                                            
The Prime-Minister reaches the bathroom door. He turns,
huffs and puffs as he catches his breath, and STOPS his
security detail, admonishing them in disbelief for trying to
follow.

The 4 Men WAIT in the darkened hall.
                                                            
A SHORT TIME PASSES:
                                                            
The 2 Trailers, begin to fidget, and look at their watches.
They give each other that, "another minute" look, taking
their eye's off the hallway, for only a moment.

In that moment: A COUPLE, making out like prom-night, slip
into the darkened hallway. They kiss and grope.
                                                            
INT. HALLWAY
                                                            
As they passionately make their way from wall to wall, the
Woman suddenly stumbles, TRIPS backwards over something.

Her Male friend turns up the hallway lights, EXPOSING 4
CORPSES: The Security Team.
                                                            
                       WOMAN IN HALL
Oh my god! (begins screaming)
                                                            

3.

GRAND BALLROOM
                                                            
The Woman's scream's RIP through the crowd.
The 2 Security Trailers Bolt for the hallway.
3 UNDERCOVER POLICE, wearing Red-Usher's jackets, fall in
behind.
                                                            
HALLWAY
                                                            
The two teams converge in the hallway, survey the bodies.
All 5 DRAW their weapons, head for the bathroom door.
                                                            
INT. BATHROOM
                                                            
#1 Security Trailer, the first man in, flicks the lights on:
An Empty bathroom. 4 CLOSED STALLS.
A snow white-marble floor, with a SPOT of blood?
                                                            
The Trailer moves closer, kneels to examine the spot/touches
it with his finger, as the Second Trailer, and the 3
Red-Jacketed Usher-Police head to the stalls.

The kneeling Trailer examines the item on his finger...a
PURPLE CONTACT LENS?

The 2nd Trailer, and 3 Police, each, carefully OPEN a stall:
                                                            
                       2ND TRAILER
Here's the Prime-Minister.
                                                            
                       POLICE/USHER #1
Here's the Prime-Minister!
                                                            
                       POLICE/USHER #2
Oh my god, here also...
                                                            
                       POLICE/USHER #3
He's.... (Blaaaag)
                                                            
..the sentence remains unfinished as he wretches up his
dinner in the 4th stall.
                                                            
LIMBO: (VIOLENCE'S SOUL TRAVELS THROUGH TIME AND SPACE)
                                                            
A THUNDERCLAP! A blinding white light.
A tunnel of light passes rapidly.
A LOUDER thunderclap!
                                                            
INT. BEDROOM (NIGHT)
                                                            

4.

A king-sized bed. White canopy, white satin sheets.
A WOMAN'S outline under the sheets.
A family bedroom, complete with photo's of Mom, Dad, and
twin boys.
                                                            
The Woman in bed sits bolt-up, holding her temples.
Even sweaty and dizzy, she is a stunning Asian woman.
Long black hair and purple hued eye's to die for:VIOLENCE
BLUE

VIOLENCE'S POV:
She jerks awake in a bedroom, dizzy and nauseated from the
re-incarnation. In front of her: A BLOND MAN, and TWIN 10
YEAR OLD BOYS, dressed in pajamas. They rush to her in
concern.

Her head explodes with THIS PAST LIFE'S MEMORIES.
In MOMENTS, she remembers nothing else.
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
Vi!
Violence?
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
Mom!
                                                            
                       JAMES BLUE
Mom!
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I'm fine. I'm OK. Kyle, James, Get
ready for bed, I'll be right up.
                                                            
The kids exit. Thom lingers behind.
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
You fell asleep, right after
dinner. We didn't want to wake
you.
                                                            
She sits, still looking a bit dazed.
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
Vi, are you sure your alright,
hon?
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I'm OK...just a little groggy.
Thom, happy 14th honey.
                                                            
He jumps on the bed next to her, bouncing her in the air.
She manages a smile.
                                                            

5.

                       THOM BLUE
      (looking at her
       smile)
Alright! So, Friday night, we'll
celebrate our anniversary..and
I'll put a smile on your face,
Ms. Blue..
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (playfully)
"MRS"...Blue.
Why Mr.Thom Blue..
What kind of woman do you think I
am? (smiles alluringly)
                                                            
180 STORY GLOBAL HQ OF MICRO-CUSH CORPORATION
                                                            
In the 22nd Century: Money rules! No pretense of Goverment..
MICRO-CUSH INC. is one of the four "world-powers".
Their 180 story HQ DOMINATES the sky-line..
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VO)
      (NARRORATES)
The Future: powered by greed.
A shiny geometric
Jetson's/Asmovian utopia?

Only if your on the inside.
                                                            
UTOPIAN LANDSCAPE SURROUNDED BY A "MEGA-WALL"
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VO)
      (NARRORATES)
Sprinkle diamonds in a bowl of
crap..get the picture?
ALL profits, NO attention to
infrastructure. LIMITED resources.
EVER exploding population.

In time, this takes it's toll.
This leaves the loyal, hard
working,
"Indentured Consumer/Citizen"
scratching to avoid being dropped
"OUTSIDE THE WALL", in a world of
shit, with the "SKINNIES"
                                                            
OUTSIDE THE WALL'S
                                                            
Waste-land.
Junk, jungle, overgrowth.
Eventually giving way to bushes and TALL grass.
                                                            

6.

                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VO)
      (VIOLENCE
       NARRORATES)
The wrecked, old, used up world,
covered.
Being reclaimed by nature.
The overgrowth approaches
now..within a hundred yards of the
"new world"
                                                            
The tall grass sways and gives way.
NO MAN'S LAND: 50 yards of scorched earth.
That's NOT what catches your eye.
                                                            
What does catch your eye, is the 50 foot, heavily guarded
EBONY BLACK WALL.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VO)
      (NARRORATES)
As the 22nd century progressed
the need to separate the "haves"
and the "have-nots", the fruitful
and the barren, the motherload and
the strip-mined became apparent.
The "final solution" to the
problem?
                                                            
THE WALL
                                                            
The sheer unscale-able wall is heavily guarded.
Along the top:Genocidal firepower.

The last 20 yards of approach is TREACHEROUS..A
TRENCHED/BARBED HELL straight out of WW1.

However, intermitently, there are large clearings that lead
to slots/doorways in the WALL. One of these begins to open.

A VERY AUDIBLE: "BEEEP-BEEEP-BEEP", like a truck backing-up.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VO)
      (NARRORATES)
Walls..
China and Germany were pikers in
comparision.
(PAUSE)
5% Have it all. Run it all.
60% Work, build, and grow it
all...
(pause)
As for the remaining 35%?
                                                            

7.

Along one of these slots, the WALL begins to slide open.
Through the opening slot we see:
The very audible 'beep-beeeep', IS A TRUCK. Backing up.
A GARBAGE-TRUCK the size of an EARTH-MOVER.
                                                            
Howling, feral-noises emerge from the now rumbling high
grass.
                                                            
The now TILTED Gargantuan refuse truck begins to spill it's
moist, rotting contents through the slotted wall.
                                                            
The howling and growling reaches a pitch, as PACKS of
wild-dogs rush from the grass, decending upon the putrid
treasure.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VO)
      (NARRORATES)
The competition to stay in the 60%
is fierce. Indentered Consumers
are under heavy pressure to keep
up their purchases.
(Pause)
Fall behind, and their profits
fall.
(Pause)
Their profits fall?
Can't have that..wasting space and
resources. They'd sooner rush in,
in the middle of the night, and
dump you and your family over the
wall.
(Pause)
In the shit...
                                                            
The grass begins to shake and sway again...GRUNTING,
CARNIVEROUS.

The WILD DOGS raise their heads, nervously. Nose to the
wind, ears perked, eyeing the violently swaying grass
barrier. Some begin to BARE-FANGS and CIRCLE nervously.
                                                            
The grass PARTS in a VIOLENT, ragged, toothless, sub-human
WAVE. These pitiful beings continuously spill from the
foilage. Rocks and spears at the ready.
Descending upon the canines in mass: THE SKINNIES.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VO)
      (NARRORATES)
..with the Skinnies...
                                                            
The dogs are slaughtered mercilessly.
Realization hits, this isn't just about the freshly dumped
morsels, this is a HUNT.

8.


Skinnies that go down in the chaos are just as likely to be
swerered, or have their heads mercilessly caved in by a
rock...
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VO)
      (NARRORATES)
.....the remaining 35%.
Rumor has it, competition among
the Skinnies is far MORE fierce.
                                                            
MICRO-CUSH TOWER, HANZ KABOTA'S OFFICE - TOP FLOOR
                                                            
24 hour staff.
Midnight meeting.
Time spent as a CEO, is spent in the trenches.
Think: General in this corporate war
                                                            
The Penthouse office is platinum-lavish.
The desk has a plaque that reads: "HANZ KOBOTA CEO".

A laser-sharp, well dressed Man, who looks like a cross
between Ivan Drago and Bruce Lee, sits behind the executive
desk. This is Hanz Kabota: An IQ of 300, the framed test
results conspicuously mounted with pride for all to see.
                                                            
The intercom on Hanz's desk buzzes. His SECRETERY'S VOICE:
                                                            
                       SECRETERY
      (On intercom)
Mr. Kobota. A Mr. Desmond
Pechanga..
                                                            
She's interrupted / She continues:
                                                            
                       SECRETERY
Excuse me. A Mr. Desmond "Running
Bear" Pechanga here to see you.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Send him in.
                                                            
DESMOND"running bear"PECHANGA: Thick build. Diamond
encrusted rings. Hip-outfit. An American Indian, and the
single richest man in the world.

He enters with an odd mafia of 4 BODY-GUARDS / ASSASSINS.
They appear to be from the 4 corners of the world, all in
native garb.
                                                            
Desmond takes a seat. He takes a leather pouch out and
begins to hand roll a cigarette, His men stand behind.
                                                            

9.

                       DESMOND PECHANGA
We're talkin' about a lot of
fuckin' money here, Hanz.
                                                            
Desmond lights his cigarette,
Motions to his global assemblage of tough guys.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
I got them all, for a quarter of
the price...and a vacation to
boot.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
That's what your best at.
Anyway, if you think they can do
the job..
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
      (Minding the "jab")
Watch it, Hanz! You wanna work
together, put the squeeze on the
European and Asian consortium's?
                                                            
Desmond stands, getting excited.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
I want that bitch dead, badly!
How do I even know this will work?
                                                            
Hanz turns on the mega-screen Net-monitor

The HEADLINE'S BUZZ: "PRIME MINISTER JUST ASSASSINATED"!
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
      (pointing to
       headline)
Two birds with one stone. A
successful test run for our
"project". Plus, with the Prime
Minister out of the picture,
Pechanga Inc. is sitting pretty
for the canal project the Fat Man
was blocking!
                                                            
Desmond sits back down, more composed.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Great, but not my focus. For now,
I want to put my Pop's souls to
rest.
It's been 5 years since he was
assassinated. That's my primary
concern, not more money.
                                                            

10.

                       HANZ KABOTA
      (Hanz visibly
       winces at that
       statement)
I wouldn't do anything to
jeopardize the impending merger.
If this is something you need...

Desmond, your Dad, god rest his
soul, didn't have the good sense
you do.
      (pauses)
This deal will change the world,
lets not blow it. We will kill Ms.
Violence Blue, done deal.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Look, in the interest of "business
harmony" lets save all the
trouble.
Tell me she worked for Micro-Cush
when she assassinated my Dad, and
tell me where she is?
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Plausible Deny-ability, Desmond.
Three years as CEO, I have no
access to previous
managements..escapade's.
Ms. Blue is no longer a Micro-Cush
employee.

I have no idea "who" contracted
her and "when", we just keep the
body count...even your people have
used her. You know how it works,
Desmond.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Bull-shit, it's not like she was a
fuckin' accountant. What did she
do, retire?
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Ms. Blue closed over 300 "risky
accounts", with no backlash.
She decided to take some "family
time".
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Yea OK, and you just let her?
                                                            

11.

                       HANZ KABOTA
Besides being very dangerous, she
was becoming very unstable.

Desmond, are you familiar with the
"800 pound Gorilla, and where he
chooses to sit"?
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
She's that good?
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
All this trouble if we could send
another assassin, or find and
shoot her?
                                                            
Hanz stabs the intercom button on his desk.
A HIDDEN DOOR in the wall slides open.
The Stunning Asian Woman, still in the black-dress, and a
GENETICISTS / SCIENTIST / DOCTOR, complete with lab coat,
enter the room.

DR BLACK, who resembles Pee-Wee Herman, stops by Hanz's
desk.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Desmond Pechanga, meet Dr. Black.
Dr Black is Micro-Cush's "Gene
Engineer". He's also a....
                                                            
Desmond gets up, walks by the Dr's outstretched hand, over
to the Woman in black. He walks around her 360 degrees.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
      (interrupting)
This is her. This cunt killed my
Dad!
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
      (dryly)
This "cunt", is a clone of Ms.
Blue, to be precise.
                                                            
Desmond continues to circle her.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
What if she decides to quit?
                                                            
The Dr, maybe too gently, moves her long hair, exposing a
SMALL SILVER BOX on her clavicle bone.
The Dr. holds a HAND HELD REMOTE INJECTION BUTTON.
                                                            

12.

                       DR. BLACK
      (waving the remote
       control)
Insurance..
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
      (Cutting in)
What's wrong with her eye's?
                                                            
Having lost a purple contact lens, she has 1 VIOLET EYE, and
1 BLUE EYE.
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
An anomaly, we can't duplicate the
odd eye color. We have to use
contacts.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Not an exact dupe then, is she?
How do we know She's capable?
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
Vi's, er, Ms. Blue's abilities
border on the supernatural, Mr.
Pechanga.
The Prime Minister's security was
world-class, it didn't even faze
our "project".
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
I find this hard to believe.
I could strangle this skinny
little bitch right now.
Or, sit back and watch my men take
her apart!
No weapons, no tricks. Prove my
point...and save me a ton of dough
to boot!
                                                            
Hanz raises and eye-brow at Dr. Black.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
      (winking to the
       Dr.)
Why not? We can make more, right
Dr.?
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
It would become rather
pointless..if they could.
                                                            

13.

                       DESMOND PECHANGA
      (Excited)
Cool then?
Die twice for my Dad, bitch..
End her boys!
                                                            
The Men encircle her, and close the distance.
She stands CALMLY, motionless.
                                                            
                       1ST MAN/ASSASSIN
Is this a joke?
                                                            
ONCE THEY'RE CLOSE ENOUGH, HOWEVER:
The Clone WHIP-ELBOWS the 1ST Man, over her right shoulder,
SNAPPING his wind-pipe. She plucks a SHEATHED KNIFE from his
waist, and drives it into the 2nd Man's EYE, to the hilt.

The 3rd Man WHIPS his arm fore-ward, releasing a
mechanical-Derringer from his sleeve.

The Clone CASUALLY parries his arm with TWO FINGERS, as he
pulls the trigger. The shot strikes the 4th man between the
eye's.
                                                            
                       3RD MAN/ASSASSIN
Dammi..(huuurk!)
                                                            
The Clone's left arm DARTS out.
Man #3 stands frozen, gun arm still out-stretched.
A LARGE HAIR-NEEDLE completely piercing his throat.

He DROPS to the floor, as the Clone's now unpinned hair
FALLS to it's true length.

She checks herself in a wall mounted mirror
and appears miffed, BLOOD SPATTER.
SHE then turns to Hanz and Desmond, and SMILES WICKEDLY.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
      (wide-eyed)
Goddamn..
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
So, Desmond, you gonna sign the
fucking check, or what?
                                                            
EXT. MIDNIGHT: CADDY CORNER TO BLUE RESIDENCE
                                                            
En Mass they arrive.
Vehicles, gear, door rams, very SWAT-LIKE.
PROFIT ASSURANCE: they mean business, VERY Swat-Like.

The door of the residence reads:THE BROWNS.

14.

They ram it down, as they lob flash gernades
through the windows, and SWARM IN.

The BROWNS NEVER had a chance.
Trussed, confused, and dragged, screaming into the night.
2 Adults, 2 teenagers, 1 late in life baby..his health poor
and costly..
They are no longer:"Economically-Viable."
                                                            
INT. MIDNIGHT: BLUE RESIDENCE:MASTER BEDROOM
                                                            
The moon streaks silvery across their bed.
Thom sleeps like a baby..
Vi shuts her eyes tight and EARS TIGHTER,
as Mrs. Brown screams for help.
Screams HER name.
                                                            
INT. MIDNIGHT: HANZ'S OFFICE
                                                            
Desmond rises, walks across the office.
He steps OVER his ex-employees as he goes.
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
      (rising)
Nice to meet you..
                                                            
Desmond ignores him, stops at the office door.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
I'll be near, till you call with
an ETA. I imagine you'll clean up
this mess.
                                                            
He begins to exit, stops:
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Also, Hanz, I want proof of death.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Like?
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Like, something that's an anomoly.
Something you can't duplicate.
Not that I don't trust you.
                                                            
BLUE: BEDROOM/MASTER BATH 3AM
                                                            
Moon beams streak Thom as he snores
solo, now, in the bed. Vi stares out the window.
She fidgets, looks from the window to Thom.
She moves to the bathroom.


15.

She sits and sobs. She paces.
She fights with the urge to pull her hair.
Her thoughts race, sometimes out-loud.

So many pill bottles on the counter.
She rifles through them, reading labels.
None are right..She takes...none..
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
Vi?
                                                            
She hears Thom call.
She flushes, primps,
exits, and pretends to sleep.
                                                            
For the next 2 HOURS.
                                                            
HANZ'S OFFICE
                                                            
As maintenance drags the last of Desmond Pechanga's
ex-empolyees through the "hidden" door, Hanz and Dr Black
TRIUMPHANTLY view the dawning sky-line.
                                                            
The Blue-Eyed Clone primps and preens
before a mirror in an office-suite bathroom.
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
Desmond, arrogant asshole.
You think that fool's happy?
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
He's got far more money than
brains. I hope happy enough to
push this deal through...We are on
the verge of history!
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
      (laughing)
"Plausible deny-ability"?
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
My long term planning comes to
fruition. Swooping Eagle Pechanga:
eliminated.
His idiot son at the reigns.
Micro-Cush and Pechanga merge to
from the most powerful Corp. on
earth.
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
You and the "Idiot-Playboy" at the
helm, making you the most powerful
man in the world.
                                                            

16.

                       HANZ KABOTA
And Ms. Blue's stars align.
She simply "knows too much", and
is now the perfect bargaining
chip..
The last loose end, tied up! Ahh,
life is good.
                                                            
Hanz's gaze shifts from the window, to
the freshly stained carpet. He reflects a moment.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
      (quietly)
Do you think "Blue-Eyes" can do
it?
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
After that display?
                                                            
Hanz just looks at the Dr.
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
Ultimately, we better hope so.
It won't take Vi long to figure it
out.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
      (worried)
No contingency plan?
                                                            
Almost as if on cue Blue-Eyes exits the bathroom.
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
I'm sure I can come up with
something.
                                                            
Blue-Eyes saunters up.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Weapons and a new set of lenses,
and I'm ready to go.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Where? We shut off her pension
fund for lack of a physical
address months ago. We haven't
heard anything yet.
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
We have no idea if she's even in
this hemisphere.
                                                            

17.

                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Oh, she's here. Right here in this
city. She's using her real name.
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
      (admiribly)
ingeneous!
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
How do you know?
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Hell, it's the last place you'd
look, in fact you haven't.
Anyway, that's what I would do.
                                                            
INT. KITCHEN (BLUE RESIDENCE)
                                                            
Checks and bills, all over the counter.
Violence stands by the opened kitchen door.
Putting in an earring with one hand, handing the kids and
Thom their lunches with the other hand, as they exit.

A white "NikAdidas" sweat suit, and white tennis shoes.
She looks ANGELIC.
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
Wow! I must be the luckiest man in
the world.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Flattery, will get you everywhere!
Get to work.
                                                            
A quick kiss and she sends him on his way.
She walks to the refrigerator and checks the door mounted
digital "To Do" list.

A new queen of domestic suburbia, her list is chock full of
"Super Soccer Mom" chores.

On her wrist, a slightly over-sized WHITE WATCH. She pulls a
short "jack-cord" from the watch, jacks it into the digital
display list, downloads the info.
                                                            
EXT. FRONT-DOOR / DRIVEWAY
                                                            
Violence exits the house, walks to her WHITE 4 DOOR
FAMILY-CRUISER. Before she enters, she checks her watch.

THE WATCH SOUNDS OFF:
                                                            

18.

                       VI'S WRIST WATCH
Things to do:
                                                            
It SOUNDS LIKE: HER.
"She" begins to list her MANY activites.
She's a VERY busy retiree!
                                                            
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET (NOON)
                                                            
Hot. Damn HOT. Late May heat-wave.
The NEIGHBORHOOD is out front. PRE-SCHOOL KIDS play on the
curbside in an open fire-hydrant, a timeless recreation.
Lawns are watered, lemonade served on the front porch.

A BLACK 2 DOOR SPORTS-CRUISER creeps down the street, pulls
into an open parking spot along the sidewalk.
                                                            
INT. BLACK 2 DOOR CRUISER
                                                            
The Clone parks along the curb. She leaves the vehicle
running, the air conditioner blasting. Looking a few houses
down, she spots a MAIL-CARRIER heading her way.

She grabs a SMALL BLACK BACK-PACK from the passenger seat,
extracts a contact lens case. She pops it open:
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Shit...
                                                            
2 BLUE LENSES in the case..USELESS.
She tosses the case in the back, in disgust.
She fishes in the back-pack, comes up with a pair of
SUNGLASSES.
                                                            
EXT. SUBURBAN STREET (NOON)
                                                            
Thom Blue walks his route. A 5 year vet, the entire
neighborhood waves, and greets him as he passes.
An OLDER-COUPLE meet him at the end of their walk, exchange
a cold-drink for their packages and items.

As Thom continues on his way, he passes a black-car parked
curbside and does a DOUBLE-TAKE:
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
Vi?
                                                            
He walks to the driver's window, as she rolls it down.
Slinky-black dress. Sunglasses. A sports cruiser?
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
OK, what are you doing? Going to a
party?
      (pauses)
            (MORE)

19.

                       THOM BLUE (cont'd)
Where's your car, hon?
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
It's hot out Thom, get in.
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
      (looks at his 1/2
       full bag)
I'm in the middle of my route,
your kidding right?
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Get in Thom!
      (softening)
It's a special occasion, no?
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
Quit screwin' around Vi.
Did you bump your head this
morning?
                                                            
The Clone eye's her back-pack. She looks around the crowded
street.

Thom leans foreward into the car, un-expectedly, and kisses
her. The sun-glasses fly off. He looks at her face a
moment....
looks at HER MISMATCHED EYES:
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
What the fuu..Vi?
                                                            
She SPEEDS OFF.
Thom has no idea how to react.
He extracts his vid-phone and dials.
                                                            
EXT. DELI-BAKERY MART PARKING-LOT
                                                            
Violence's 4 door FC sits in the lot, empty.
Her pink and white VID-PHONE, sitting on the passenger seat,
begins to RING. Thom's picture flashes on the display for 3
rings, before the screen reads, and begins to blink:MESSAGE.
                                                            
Violence arrives outside the vehicle moments later.
She pops the rear hood, sets a couple of bags of produce
inside, and closes the hood.

She checks her watch, IT READS:
2:00PM / NXT STP: KIDS SCHOOL-2:30pm.
"1 phone message waiting" is BLINKING.

THE WATCH SOUNDS OFF:
                                                            

20.

                       VI'S WRIST WATCH
Message, Mom!
                                                            
How cute, it SOUNDS LIKE KYLE AND JAMES, THE TWINS.
The watch screen SHOWS Thom's picture.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Thom called..?
                                                            
INT. VIOLENCE'S WHITE 4 DOOR FAMILY-CRUISER
                                                            
Violence, now in the vehicle, enters traffic.
She hits the auto-pilot button, set to "school" on the
Cruiser.

She picks up her VID-PHONE, engages her VID-MESSAGE:
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE (V-PHN)
Vi, I don't know if that was
supposed to be a joke? The car.
The trampy dress. The funny
blue-contact?
      (pauses)
I'm worried about you, hon. Maybe
that "episode" this morning
was..well, just call the Dr. and
make an appointment, OK, Vi?
And for Earth's sake, call me back
and tell me what that little
"tryst" was all about!
                                                            
Her vehicle GLIDES through traffic.
Violence re-plays the message.
Her face reflects her CONFUSION at the surreal-ness.
                                                            
A TAILGATING VEHICLE startles her from her reflection:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Turn the car to "auto" and it
won't do that you jack-ass.
                                                            
She adjusts her rear-view mirror to get a glimpse of the
offending driver...and is SHOCKED TO SEE: HERSELF?
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
What the fu....?
                                                            
Violence manually over-rides the brakes, CUTS through
traffic carelessly, and skids to a stop at the curb.
The Black Sports-Cruiser SPEEDS PAST.
                                                            
She sits and ponders the IMPLICATIONS OF HER DOPPELGANGER.


21.

Numbness. Fear. Anger...Determination!
These LOOKS cross her face in that order, as she runs the
the possible scenarios through her mind.

She anxiously dials her vid-phone: The line RINGS..engages.
The picture on the screen DIGITIZES in: Thom's face.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Thom.
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE (V-PHN)
Vi, I..
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (cutting in)
Do you love me?
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
Of course, Vi..
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Answer my questions, and do
exactly as I say..
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE (V-PHN)
Uhh..yea OK, Vi. Why di....
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
You said: "You loved me", Thom.
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
      (sighs)
Go ahead, Vi.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I "visited" you this morning..what
did I say, exactly?
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE (V-PHN)
You were in a different car. A
black sports-cruiser, dressed like
a 'Play-thing Bunny in heat'..I
thought your were down for a
fantasy-nooner..or something..
You had a blue contact lens in,
just one, why?
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I wanted you to..go with me?
Why didn't you?
                                                            
Thom, viewable on Violence's vid-screen, stops walking.
The CONCERN becoming obvious on his face:
                                                            

22.

                       THOM BLUE (V-PHN)
The nightmares. The depression.
The compulsive behaviour...You
still don't have control..
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
It's not that, Thom...
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
That episode in bed this morning?
(looks at her w/disbelief)
Your trying to tell me you don't
remember visiting me at work?
Why are you still lying to me Vi?
      (pauses)
You have problems..
                                                            
She turns the phone slightly, bites her quivering lip,
breathes deep. He continues:
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE (V-PHN)
A couple of years ago, when this
"stuff" reached a pitch. I gave
you an ultimatum: "Get help, or
we're gone".
I love you, but, we have two
boy's..they need stability, a
Mother.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
No Thom, please...look!
(fluffing her scalp)
No hair pulling, no patches.
(showing her fingernails)
No biting, Thom.
(Showing her eye's)
No bags. I've been
sleeping..mostly
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
Vi..
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I quit my job..
We got rid of the expensive
places, and things..I don't want
or need anything, but You and the
Boy's...Please Thom, you know I'm
trying so hard..
                                                            
Violence's vid-screen SNOWS over / Her vid-signal light
DIMS and flashes-slightly.
                                                            

23.

                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Shit..we're being monitored.
                                                            
She pulls a stick of gum from her purse. she TWISTS THE FOIL
WRAPPER around the vid-phone's antennae.
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
What? Now, how would you even know
something like that?
                                                            
No answer. She looks at her watch: 2:15PM.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Thom, how far from the kids school
are you?
                                                            
In response, he turns his VID-SCREEN:
The view becomes a SCHOOL-YARD ATHLETIC FIELD.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Go there, run. Get the kids out of
class, don't wait for 2:30. Go
home and lock the doors..
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
You're scarin' me, Vi.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Do it Thom. Don't ask, just do it.
                                                            
He shuffles his feet, looks at his bag.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Forget the mail, Thom!
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
You lied to me for years. About
what you do..Where you go..
Now, the family's in danger?
                                                            
She fights back the TEARS, as many as possible, anyway.
Then, makes her last desperate plea:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I'll fix this. Before I get home!
Please Thom, please, please..
                                                            
                       THOM BLUE
The truth...your pension funds,
your former job, and what's
happening.
By the time you get home.
Or, you can come get your shit off
the front lawn, cause this is the
            (MORE)

24.

                       THOM BLUE (cont'd)
last straw.
                                                            
He BLACKS the phone out on her.
She sits, STUNNED.
She pulls the foil OFF the antennae.
She dials another number, PUNCHING the buttons angrily.
                                                            
After a moment: Hanz Kobota appears on her vid-screen.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA (V-PHN)
Ms. Violence Blue..so few people
have this number. How nice to see
you.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
"Mrs. Blue". Cut the shit Hanz.
What's going on?
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
I'm a busy man, Vi. Be specific.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I'm seeing myself..all over the
place.
                                                            
Hanz looks at her, shifts in his seat, shrugs his shoulders
in a body-language that says: Confused?
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Don't play coy. I'm not stupid,
Hanz. "Mature Clone-Tech"?
      (pauses)
Only a select few can afford this.
Somebody would have to want me
dead pretty badly..
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA (V-PHN)
      (cutting in)
A lot of people want you dead, Vi.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (rising anger)
Let me put it this way: I will
resolve this. Immediately!
(pauses, looks SERIOUS)
If need be, I will just eliminate
all possible suspects..Let their
Gods sort 'em out.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Are you threatening me Violence?
Do you know who I am?
                                                            

25.

                       VIOLENCE BLUE
300..Plus.
No mug-shots. No tetanus-shots.
Do you know who I am?
                                                            
Hanz looks at her a moment, remains silent.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I took pride in my work.
Fuck that. Hanz, this is my
family!
I really love my family, Hanz..how
about you?
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Whoa, hold up now. Take it down a
notch, before this goes to far. I
know Pechanga Inc. is making a lot
of noise in genetics...
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (cutting in)
You're sweating like a pig...
(puts her face IN phone)
I'm going to "put the hurt" on
people...
They will tell me "things" Hanz.
It better not lead back to you!
                                                            
She BLACKS the phone out.
                                                            
INT. HANZ'S OFFICE
                                                            
Hanz stares at the black screen.
Dabs the perspiration from his DRENCHED fore-head.
He punches the intercom on his desk, LOOKING AT THE CAMERA
over the hidden door:
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Dr. Black. Tell Blue-Eye's to
disregard secondary objectives.
Strategies...Quit fuckin' around!
Kill Violence. Now!
                                                            
Hanz sits-back and stares at the 4 FRESH WET SPOTS on his
office carpet.
                                                            
INT. BLACK 2 DOOR CRUISER
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Got it!
                                                            

26.

She BLACKS THE phone out.
Disconnects a hand held SCANNER from the phone.
IMPOSSIBLY places both items, inside her mini-backpack.
FLIPS her sunglasses back on.
She ROARS AWAY from the curb.
                                                            
INT. VIOLENCE'S WHITE 4 DOOR FC
                                                            
Violence tosses her vid-phone down, next to her purse.
She sits up, thinks a moment. She rifles through the
glove-box, extracts a MINI-SCREWDRIVER.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (to herself)
Useless.
                                                            
EXT. VIOLENCE'S WHITE 4 DOOR PERSONAL-CRUISER
                                                            
Violence exits. Opens the rear trunk.
Extracts a RUBBER-HANDLED IRON LEVERAGE BAR, possibly for
roadside vehicle repair, but in this case more sinister
intentions. She re-enters the vehicle.
                                                            
INT. VIOLENCE'S WHITE 4 DOOR PERSONAL-CRUISER
                                                            
Setting the IRON-BAR in her lap, Violence restarts the
vehicle. She's still contemplating her next move:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (to herself)
The family cut off, easy way is
out. What would I do...
                                                            
VRROOMM!!
Her full attention is drawn to a black vehicle, SPEEDING
DIRECTLY AT HER.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
...Attack?
                                                            
EXT. STREET / SIDEWALK
                                                            
CRRRAAAAAASSHH! NO BRAKES.
The white cruiser FLIPS, twists and rolls from the
un-impeded impact.

It skids, upside-down, to a stop amidst a SHOWER OF SPARKS.
                                                            
The Clone exits the wrecked black vehicle at a run.
She wipes the DRIED CATCH-FOAM off.
She reaches over her shoulder, into the back-pack:
                                                            

27.

                       ACCIDENT/BY-STANDER
Oh my...She's got a gun!!
                                                            
Any ERA, same re-action: The CROWD SCATTERS.
                                                            
The Clone stuffs the SHINY RED LASER-GUN into the drivers
window, fires REPEATEDLY:
ZAT! ZAT! ZAT!
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Die bitch!
                                                            
Shattering windows and circular hot spots mark the number of
shots fired, on the far side of the vehicle.
The Clone STOPS FIRING, peaks down/into the window:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (blowing)
Whooosh!
                                                            
DRIED CATCH FOAM is blown into the Clone's face and eye's.

She pulls her head back, hooks her GUN-ARM into the car,
WHAAACK! The IRON-BAR knocks the LASER-GUN FLYING from her
hand.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Haai!
                                                            
Violence SWINGS out the window, kicking the Clone in the
chest, driving her backwards onto the ground.

The Clone 'shoulder rolls' as she lands.
2 BRASS-KNUCKLES spill from her pack. The Clone picks them
up as she rises. Once her fingers run through the holes, the
knuckle's SPARK and HUMM: ELECTRIFIED.
                                                            
Violence stances herself with the IRON BAR, ready to strike.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (taunting)
Get some.
                                                            
THE CLONE LAUNCHES INTO VIOLENCE:

Arc welding FLASHES and ELECTRIC POPS.
CLANGING METAL and IMPACT SPARKS.

MIXED WITH:

KNEES, ELBOWS and FEET.
DEADLY STRIKES fly with pin-point ACCURACY.


28.

In turn they are parried with PRECISION, as
the DEADLY DUEL is PERFECTLY MATCHED.
                                                            
EXT. STOREFRONT / SIDEWALK
                                                            
Violence drives the Clone backwards onto the sidewalk.
She KICKS the Clone through a SHOP WINDOW:
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Oooof!
                                                            
The HOLO-GLASS re-assembles itself, moment later.
By the time the Clone exits the shop...
Violence is NOWHERE IN SIGHT.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Shit!
                                                            
A small, blue, diamond-shaped ROBOT-SENTRY, floating 12 feet
in the air, IMPEDES the Clone's path:
                                                            
                       ROBOT-SENTRY
Stop! You are in violation of
multiple corporate codes and..
                                                            
ZAT! ZAT!
The Clone, having pulled a 2nd LASER GUN from her pack,
fires at the SENTRY. The SENTRY SHIELDS the LASER SHOTS,
they harmlessly DEFLECT to the left and right.
                                                            
                       ROBOT-SENTRY
Stop!
                                                            
The Sentry-Bot releases a small electrical charge / The
Clone's laser gun FRIES A CIRCUIT in her hand.
She tosses the smoldering weapon down, reaches over her
shoulder, FISHES her hand around in the back-pack.
                                                            
                       ROBOT-SENTRY
Resistance is useless. Wait for
Auth..'CRACKLE'
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Deflect this!
                                                            
The SENTRY EXPLODES.
The Clone stands with a 200 year old, projectile shooting,
SHINY CHROME COLT.45.
She blows out the SMOKING BARREL, as she rounds the corner.
                                                            
EXT. BIKERZ BAR
                                                            

29.

The popular pub OVERFLOWS onto the sidewalk.
Hundreds of shiny, loud, BIKES line the curb.

Violence, having negotiated a ROYAL BLUE BIKE and HELMET, in
exchange for the IRON-BAR, fires the engine and
JETS AWAY from the curb.
                                                            
POW! POW! POW!
A HUNDRED STARTLED PATRONS watch as the Clone runs down the
middle of the street, FIRING the ANCIENT WEAPON at the now
'out of range' BLUE BIKE.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
      (to crowd in
       general)
What?
                                                            
The Clone arranges a BETTER DEAL.
She keeps her bullet, and leaves on a shiny RED BIKE.
                                                            
SECONDS LATER:
                                                            
CORPORATE SECURITY (the only kind) arrives. 2 MEN in a car.
Hanz Kabota's face is visible, for a moment, on the security
vehicle's VID-SCREEN as they arrive.

The 2 men slowly exit the vehicle. Begin to 'take reports'
from the buzzing throng. Public Safety is apparently NOT
their prime concern. NO RADIO CALL / NO ONE GIVES CHASE!
                                                            
EXT. CROWDED STREETS
                                                            
Violet shoots through TRAFFIC, and CROWDED intersections.
STILL, the Clone continues to close the distance.
                                                            
                       PEDESTRIAN IN STREET
Watch out!
                                                            
Heavy BRAKES / Reverse directions / SUDDEN turns.
Power Wheelie / Splitting lanes / Into Oncoming Traffic
YET, the Clone ANTICIPATES EVERY WILD MOVE..
and duplicates it..UNSHAKABLE!
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (under helmet)
damn damn damn..
                                                            
As the Clone closes the gap, she tries to 'line Violence up'
to draw and fire her weapon. Violence WEAVES and SWERVES.
The Clone Draws closer, mere bike-lengths behind Violence.
                                                            

30.

                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
      (under helmet)
Gotcha...
                                                            
They round a corner, bikes ANGLED-OVER like GP RACERS.

1/2 A BLOCK UP AHEAD: Traffic is at a STAND-STILL.
The 2 bikes CONTINUE to speed down the street.
                                                            
Stationary vehicles FAST APPROACHING.
Violence ACCELERATES harder, waits until she's mere feet
from IMPACT, then viciously grabs the FRONT BRAKE and cuts
the engine.
                                                            
A STOPPIE: The Bike STANDS on it's front end.
Traveling Vertically, it strikes the rear end of a GOLD-CAB.
Violence is LAUNCHED in the air / She acrobatically tucks
and rolls, GENTLY landing in the grass medium.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Shiiiit...
                                                            
The Clone, unwilling or unable to duplicate the feat, BRAKES
and DOWNSHIFTS HEAVILY, then PLOWS INTO the back of the
GOLD-CAB. She rolls onto the roof of the cab, comes up
firing at a re-treating Violence.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Crazy Bitch!
                                                            
Either the Clone FIRING the ancient weapon, or the surreal
oddness of a LADY CHASING HERSELF. For one reason or
another, NO ONE asks her for her license or insurance, they
only stand and gawk.
                                                            
EXT. STORE FRONTS / STREETS
                                                            
Violence is POUNDING on the BARRED DOORS of a SIDEWALK-SHOP
along the CROWDED-BUSY STREET:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Please, let me in...
                                                            
The front of the SECURED STORE reads: "GUNS-AMMO and MORE"
                                                            
                       STORE-OWNER
      (On intercom)
Sorry. I told you: "No ID, no
entry!"
                                                            
Violence looks down at her sweat suit:
NO POCKETS. NO PURSE, NO PHONE!
                                                            

31.

                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (rushed-agitated)
I told you, I had a car
problem..an accident. My purse was
in the car.
                                                            
                       STORE-OWNER
      (painfully slowly)
Then, Ma'am....why do you need a
weapon so bad?
                                                            
CRACK! CRACK!
2 SLUGS rake the wall next to her.
The Clone charges at her, ready to fire again.
Violence dodges, runs recklessly into traffic.
A PILE-UP ENSUES: The Clone CAN'T CROSS!
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
      (yelling over
       pile-up)
Crazy bitch! You can run, but you
can't hide!
                                                            
The Clone re-packs the gun. Zen-Breathes to center herself.
Concentrates / She RUBS her temple's / She begins to SMILE.
She opens her eye's and looks at a BILLBOARD OVERHEAD:
                                                            
"SUPER MULTI-PLEX GALLERIA!" "MILES of SHOPPING"
1/2 Mile North on 1st Street.
                                                            
The Clone's focus is on the BIG-O SPORTING GOODS LOGO.
She looks at the nearest street sign: 1ST STEET
She extracts her VID-PHONE as she runs off.
                                                            
EXT. ENTRANCE: SUPER MULTI-PLEX GALLERIA
                                                            
Violence stops to catch her breath.
The sign reads: GALLERIA ENTRANCE, as she passes through the
doorway.
                                                            
INT. SUPER MULTI-PLEX GALLERIA
                                                            
Once inside the Galleria: Mind Boggling! As big as
Disneyland, and at least as CROWDED.

Violence scans around, locates the INFORMATION/ MAP BOARD.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Excuse me.
                                                            
Violence makes her way to the BOARD.
She punches the display buttons.
The SIGN READS: SPORTING GOODS, a list follows.

32.


She puts the WHITE WATCH by the board, pulls the JACK CORD
and attaches it to the sign. She DOWNLOADS the info.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Got it!
                                                            
Violence rushes away, through the crowd.
She changes the watch display, IT SHOWS: An overhead / maze
view, with her as a blinking BLUE DOT.

The WATCH SOUNDS OFF:
                                                            
                       VI'S WRIST WATCH
You are here: honey!
                                                            
How cute, it SOUNDS LIKE THOM.
                                                            
INT. 'DEEPER' IN THE GALLERIA
                                                            
Violence SPRINTS through the crowd.
Coming to a stop, she breathes deeply, checks her watch.
The DISPLAY SHOWS: A RAPIDLY BLINKING RED DOT.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (turning to right)
Right there!
                                                            
Looking a little ways down, the store logo is visible: BIG O
SPORTING GOODS.

Violence runs in the that direction.
The GUN RACK, full of RIFLES, COMES INTO VIEW, through the
store-front window, quickly.
                                                            
EXT. BIG O SPORTING GOODS STORE-FRONT
                                                            
Violence FLIES through the crowd.
The Clone comes into view, standing in FRONT of the store.
Having just arrived, she holds her vid-phone in hand.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
..?
Dammit.
                                                            
The Clone's VID-PHONE DISPLAY SHOWS:
A SAT-LINK CONNECTION / ON BOARD DIRECTIONS to: "BIG O
SPORTING GOODS".
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
      (spotting Vi.)
Right on time..
                                                            

33.

The Clone whips the phone in the pack, FISHES around.
Violence ACCELERATES, right at the Clone.
Violence puts her shoulder down. Rams the Clone, NFL STYLE.

They both go to the GROUND.
The Clone SLIDES, SPRAWLED on her back.
Violence COMES UP RUNNING.
The Clone, STILL SUPINE..begins FIRING.
POW! POW!
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Shit...shit.
                                                            
Violence rounds the corner. OUT OF RANGE.
                                                            
INT. GALLERIA/MALL (2ND LEVEL)
                                                            
Violence peeks over the railing. She watches the Clone stand
still, as if meditating. The Clone RUBS her temples..Smiles!
The Clone looks up, DIRECTLY AT Violence:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
What the fuck...?
                                                            
Violence sprints off / as the Clone rushes for the
escalator.
                                                            
EXT. "NOODLE MONKEY" (HEAD SHOP)
                                                            
Through the window of the "NOODLE MONKEY" head shop,
Violence spots the usual smoking, and odd paraphernalia.
Action Hero posters and stuff. Also "decorative" BLADED
WEAPONS AND SWORDS. She enters the Store.
                                                            
INT. "NOODLE MONKEY"
                                                            
Violence enters the store.
A LONE CLERK mans the store. A young adult male, with a
backwards ball-cap, and a cavalier attitude, looks up at
Violence, then goes back to his magazine.
                                                            
Violence walks across the store.
She stops at a stand of CEREMONIAL SWORDS.

She unsheathes a KATANA SWORD. Looks down the BLADE..
Off the tip, through the store window: SHE SPOTS THE CLONE,
cresting the escalator.
                                                            
                       CLERK/YOUNG MAN
You can't do that, Ma'am..
                                                            
Violence walks BEHIND the counter, pointing the tip of the
sword at the STONED CLERK.
                                                            

34.

                       VIOLENCE BLUE
This bitch has a whole "bag of
tricks". I need a weapon!
                                                            
                       CLERK/YOUNG MAN
What? Who?
                                                            
POW! POW!
Violence and the Clerk, LOOK THROUGH THE WINDOW, as the
Clone, now on the 2nd floor, just outside the store,
dispatches another FLOATING SENTRY.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (pointing sword at
       his crotch)
Young Man..If you don't wanna be a
"Young Lady"...keep quiet!
                                                            
Violence ducks behind the counter, as, sure enough, the
Clone heads DIRECTLY for the Store.
                                                            
                       CLERK/YOUNG MAN
      (whispers)
She's coming in!
                                                            
The Clerk, TRIES to non-chalantly read his magazine as she
ENTERS the store.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Where is she?
                                                            
He TRULY TRIES, but trickling sweat is a DEAD GIVE-AWAY.
EVEN if he wasn't sweating, when he looks up, his eye's
widen at the "Deja Vu".

The Clone POINTS the shiny-chrome gun at him:
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
      (raising eyebrow)
Ah-ah-ahhh!
                                                            
A SWORD at his groin. A shiny GUN at his head.
Between a rock and a hard place: He FAINTS.
He melts down to a puddle.
The Clone PEEKS over the counter:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Haiii!
                                                            
Violence jabs with the sword, tries to SKEWER the Clone.
The Clone narrowly avoids the blade, loses a LOCK of hair.


35.

Violence, using the sword, SWATS the gun from the Clone's
hand. The GUN SKITTERS OUT THE DOOR.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
My turn.
                                                            
Violence LEAPS over the counter.
The Clone LUNGES for a weapon, successfully!
Again they engage in a deadly MARTIAL BALLET.
They BATTLE through the STORE.
                                                            
EXT. NOODLE MONKEY / MALL RUNWAY
                                                            
They battle OUT THE DOOR, onto the mall-runway.

Violence and her Clone FACE OFF.
Scooting and inching to position themselves for a DEADLY
STRIKE, like ancient Samurai Masters.
                                                            
                       MALL SECURITY GUARD (VOC)
Fr..Freeze?
                                                            
MALL SECURITY over the Clone's left shoulder.
PEPPER SPRAY in one SHAKY HAND, the chrome COLT .45 in the
other. He makes Barney Fife look HEROIC.
                                                            
                       MALL SECURITY GUARD
..stop? (rrkkggg!)
                                                            
The Clone SKEWERS his neck, grabs the GUN.
Violence FLINGS her SWORD, the Clone DODGES.
Violence DIVES OVER the railing.
The Clone RE-GAINS her feet.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Un-fuckin'-believable!
                                                            
The Clone runs to the railing. She SEES:
Violence caught/swung on a banner, into a kids, ground level
BALL-POOL/PLAYLAND.

The next banner is too far, she THINKS.
Violence is un-seen below the surface.
The Clone CHOOSES to fire CARELESSLY into the sea of balls.
Pow! Pow!
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
No!
                                                            
Violence SURFACES, throws her body to the edge of the
netting, SHIELDING the KIDS.
                                                            

36.

                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Goodbye..
                                                            
She IRON-SIGHTS Violence with the pistol...FIRES?
CLICK..CLICK? EMPTY!
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Empty already? Fuckin' antique..
                                                            
She drops the EMPTY clip. RELOADS.
Violence is long gone when she looks back.
The Clone GRITS her teeth. Walks off mumbling to herself.
                                                            
EXT. FOOD COURT / QUAD (1ST LEVEL)
                                                            
The FOOD COURT is the size of a football field.
Jam-packed. Wall to wall PEOPLE.
Violence HIDES among them.
                                                            
Shoulder's slumping, slowing down. She weaves through the
crowd, hoping for a brief re-spite.
NO SUCH LUCK! She spots the Clone, on the 2nd floor still,
scanning the crowded food-court.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Already?
                                                            
She stumbles through the throng of people, BUMPS into a
LARGE SAMOAN MAN, carrying a food-tray.
                                                            
                       LARGE SAMOAN WOMAN (VOC)
Hey chicken legs, whatchit girlie!
                                                            
Violence looks at the HEAVYWEIGHT SAMOAN WOMAN, seated at
the food-court table, who's "Man" she bumped.
A FORMIDABLE WOMAN.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Hmmpph.
                                                            
Violence grabs the back of the Big-Man's head, kisses him.
She then RABBITS through the crowd, before the now RAGING
MAD female BEHEMOTH can stand up.
                                                            
EXT. ENTRANCE: "RETRO-KIDS" TOY STORE
                                                            
Violence spots the Clone, heading DOWN the escalator,
still scanning the food court.
CORPORATE SECURITY, 3 MEN, pass the Clone, on the way UP the
escalator...they pay NO attention?
Violence ducks into the TOY-STORE.
                                                            

37.

INT. RETRO-KIDS TOY STORE
                                                            
Violence HIDES DOWN AN ISLE, still able to view the window
front / food court.
                                                            
A SONG begins to play, BOOMING over the loud speakers of the
food-court, and in ALL the stores.
LOUIS ARMSTRONG'S: "WHAT A WONDERFUL WORLD".
                                                            
As she listens, Violence breaks down, begins to cry softly.
                                                            
FLASHBACK
                                                            
The IMAGES come in short staccato shots:
Thom and her, being WED / PREGNANCY / BABIES
They grow fast, she was never there!

A large fancy house, expensive cars.
Her and Thom in the yard having an emotional confrontation.
Violence throws her BRIEFCASE and Micro-Cush ID BADGE in the
TRASHCAN / A FOR SALE SIGN in front of the upscale
residence.

Thom carries her across the threshold of their little
suburban house, young boy's in tow.
Violence, not just present, but participating in their
lives.

Holidays. Birthdays. Promotions. Graduations...Life!
JUST A TASTE THOUGH...SHE JUST STARTED.
                                                            
END FLASHBACK
                                                            
                       WISE OLD LADY (VOC)
Dying thoughts..Regrets.
                                                            
STARTLED from her revere. Mascara running.
She looks to the bent OLD-LADY with Faded Blue-Eye's, and a
warm smile.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Excuse me?
                                                            
                       WISE OLD LADY
I home-cared my Terminally-Ill
Husband, of 50 years.
He would listen to this Ancient
song...all the time.
I used to think it was a beautiful
song, a tribute to life.
                                                            
They LISTEN for a moment, to Armstrong's STIRRING rendition.
The Old-Lady takes a tissue from her purse.
                                                            

38.

                       WISE OLD LADY
He said: "Dying, he could really
understand it"..He said: "I
couldn't".
He said: "You think it's about
Christmas, or some such nonsense,
but it's not."
(pauses)
"It's about regret"
                                                            
She actually cleans some of the runny make-up from
Violence's cheek, before handing over the tissue.
                                                            
                       WISE OLD LADY
He said: "There are no happy
places, no Nirvana." "Only
fleeting, happy moments"
He said: "Only when time is much
too short..
Then you 'be present' for those
moments."
He said: "Then you realize those
moments ARE heaven.
All the moments Armstrong
mentions!"
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I'm sorry, hon. He sounded like a
Beautiful Man.
                                                            
                       WISE OLD LADY
Dear, for His last two years..well
you've never seen anyone enjoy a
peach. A flower. The sky and a
sunset...so much..
(pauses)
He said: "Dying honey, that's
living." So, since then, I live,
like I'm dying. In doing so, I've
found a happy place!
I think that makes him wrong?
                                                            
The Old-Lady delivers the last line with a comic whit.
Violence actually SMILES, a little.
                                                            
                       WISE OLD LADY
What's wrong, dear?
It's never too late. Problems are
part of that 'Fruit of Life'.
                                                            
Violence doesn't respond. She looks out the window.
She SEES the Clone, standing in the food-court, still
looking around
                                                            

39.

                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I...
                                                            
She stops. Another TEAR runs down her cheek.
                                                            
                       WISE OLD LADY
Can I do anything for you, hon?
Let me tell you, at this age I
realize: No one had it out for me.
No such thing as bad Karma.
All my problems and regrets were
caused by me, I was "My own worst
enemy"....we all our.
Defeat yourself, your impulses,
poor judgements...and you can be
happy.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Do you have a vid-phone?
Can I borrow it?
I..forgot..to say goodbye to
someone..this morning
                                                            
                       WISE OLD LADY
Remember...
Young and beautiful, with your
whole life ahead..savor all the
moments..
(pauses, hands Vi the phone)
Start with your phone call.
Really listen..
I'm sorry dear, I'm rambling...
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
No. I appreciate it..
                                                            
                       WISE OLD LADY
They know me here. Leave the phone
at the register, hon.
                                                            
The Old-Lady ambles off.
Violence dials the borrowed VID-PHONE.
                                                            
INT. BLUE RESIDENCE / LIVING ROOM
                                                            
The twins, Kyle and James, sit in the front room.
Engaged in a head to head video game, they sit in front of
the entertainment center.
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
      (red-shirt)
Stop it...you're cheating!
                                                            

40.

                       JAMES BLUE
      (blue-shirt)
Shut up. Baby!
                                                            
RIINNG! RIINNG!
Kyle answers. Violence is visible on the portable HOME
VID-BOXPHONE.
                                                            
INTERCUT: HOUSE AND MALL (TOY STORE)
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
Mom.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Kyle..
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
Are you crying?
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
No. What are you and your brother
doing? Where's Dad?
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
We're playing..I'm playing, he's
cheating! Dad's in the shower..
                                                            
                       JAMES BLUE
Shut up. Sore loser!
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Turn the phone, so I can see you
both..
                                                            
Kyle complies.
                                                            
                       JAMES BLUE
Hi Mom!
                                                            
She tries HARD to NOT cry.
She looks at them both..for a long moment.
                                                            
                       JAMES BLUE
Mom?
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
You know how much I love you both?
                                                            
                       JAMES BLUE
Are you OK?
                                                            

41.

She looks at the window. The Clone has narrowed it down,
looking along in the TOY STORE'S direction...it won't be
long.
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
I told you. She's crying..
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
It's just..the Anniversary.
I need to talk to Dad, but..I just
wanted to say, I could never do
enough for you guys...time is so
short. One day you wake up and
wonder: "What the hell was I
thinking?"..
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
Mom, what are you talking about?
Dad's worried about you...
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I'm fine. I wanted you both to
know.
(pauses)
Get your Dad on the phone..
                                                            
Kyle stands, slaps James on the head.
James in turn chases him into the hallway.
                                                            
HALLWAY (CONTINUE INTERCUT ON VID-PHONES)
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
He's cheating!
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I'm sure he's not, hon.
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
Mom, you don't know what it's
like..he's my twin.
Where ever I go: he's there.
What ever I try: he know's..
He thinks just like me...
                                                            
Violence's eye's widen, her interest deepens..SHE LISTENS.
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
You know how I beat him?
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (verge of tears,
       w/note of hope)
Please tell me, hon.
                                                            

42.

                       KYLE BLUE
Get random. Random moves.
I use random objects..passing
cars, counting patterns, whatever.
I get random, no logic: he gets
confused...then I go for the kill!
                                                            
Violence begins to CRY and LAUGH, at the same time.
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
Mom?
                                                            
Kyle knocks at the bathroom door. The shower is running, he
only receives a muffled answer.
                                                            
                       KYLE BLUE
He's in the shower...
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
It's OK.
I have to take care of something,
real quick. Tell Dad, I'll be
home, soon. And Kyle..thanks dear.
                                                            
INT. TOY STORE (MALL)
                                                            
Violence BLACKS the phone out.
She surveys the board games in front of her.
Violence chooses: "WHEEL 'o' DECISION"
She TEARS open the box.

She REMOVES the 'card-board game-spinner'. IT READS:
UP / DOWN / RIGHT / LEFT / OVER / UNDER / GO / STOP / STAY
                                                            
TAP! TAP TAP!
Violence hears a knock on the glass, looks to the
STORE-FRONT window.
The Clone stands, looking directly at her.
The Clone begins to FISH around in the back-pack, when:
                                                            
EXT. RETRO-KIDS TOY STORE
                                                            
                       LARGE SAMOAN WOMAN (VOC)
Hey chicken legs!
                                                            
The Clone turns from the TOY-STORE WINDOW.
The Samoan Woman LOOMS over her.
                                                            
                       LARGE SAMOAN WOMAN
You changed outfit's, but you
don't fool me. Man-stealin' little
bitch.
                                                            

43.

The big-woman attacks the Clone!
It gets UGLY...for the Samoan Woman.
Violence slips away, once again, during the scuffle.

The Clone makes quick work of her over-sized opponent.
She turns, notices her quarry has slipped away, again.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
      (yelling)
Goddamn slippery-ass bitch!
You are dead on sight..I am done
fucking around!
                                                            
The Clone KICKS TABLES from her path.
She shoulders her way through the CROWD of onlookers, as she
leaves..obviously VERY unhappy!
                                                            
"SOMEWHERE" IN THE SUPER-GALLERIA
                                                            
Violence negotiates her way through the GALLERIA.
She uses the GAME SPINNER, at all the JUNCTIONS.
She lets IT CHOOSE her next move.

"UP" the stairs. Go "RIGHT." "STAY" on the second floor.
whizzz...whiizzz. She keeps flicking the little METAL
SPINNER.
                                                            
Violence Comes to a 8-WAY JUNCTION of up/down, right and
lefts. She HIDES, watches for the Clone.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Ahh...little missy..
                                                            
The Clone comes in to view, a LEVEL below Violence.
Her purposeful STRIDE is gone.

The Clone ARRIVES at the junction, She stops to concentrate.
She heads to the right, backtracks.
She starts to head up to the second level...stops...
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Confused!..
Now, Mommy "goes for the kill!"
                                                            
Violence steps out, into the open.
She looks at her GAME PIECE:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Take me somewhere good.."baby".
                                                            

44.

Violence FLICKS THE SPINNER.
WHHIIZZZ: "RIGHT" / WHIIZZZ: "UP"
She spots the Clone, clueless, and downstairs.
Violence WHISTLES loudly, YELLS:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (yelling)
This way, bitch.
                                                            
The Clone SPOTS Violence bolting away, a floor above.
She rushes after Violence.
                                                            
"FURTHER" IN THE SUPER-GALLERIA (3RD LEVEL)
                                                            
Violence crests the elevator on the 3rd floor.
She spots a MAINTENANCE WORKER entering THE MAINTENANCE HALL
/ TUNNELS. She grabs the closing door, BEFORE the lock
latches.
                                                            
Violence leaves the door slightly ajar.
Right next door, she spots a SPORTS MEMORABILIA SHOP.
Autographed BASEBALL-BATS hang in the window.
Violence smiles at the GAME-SPINNER:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Thanks little buddy.
                                                            
                                         MOMENTS LATER:
                                                            
A floor below, the Clone WANDERS into view.
Her face belies her confusion and frustration.
She stops, TRIES to center herself.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Breath...
                                                            
She CLOSES her eye's. RUBS her temples..
BONK: Something BOUNCES off her head.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
What the fuck..
                                                            
At the Clone's feet: A SPORTS STAR HOLO-HEAD DOLL?

BONK! ANOTHER?
She looks up. Violence stands a LEVEL ABOVE..SMIRKING,
She flips the Clone THE BIRD..disappears from view.
                                                            
THE CLONE RUSHES UP THE ESCALATOR:
                                                            
The Clone CRESTS the escalator, SPOTS the AJAR-DOOR.
She DRAWS the GUN from her pack, as she enters the HALLS,
carefully..
                                                            

45.

INT. MAINTENANCE HALLWAYS (GALLERIA)
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
It's over, hon.
Come out now, and I'll be nice to
Thom...
                                                            
The hallway is LONG and DIMLY LIT..MANY BRANCHES and BLIND
SPOTS. AND of course, PAINFULLY-SILENT.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
...I'll kill him quick!
                                                            
The hallway remains MUTE.
The Clone makes her way down, CAUTIOUSLY.
                                                            
A MOUSE SCURRIES..BANG! She wastes a bullet.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Jumpy ass....shit..
                                                            
The Clone continues to PICK her way down the hallway.
PIPING CUT-OUTS and DEEP DOORWAYS provide LOTS of cover.
GUN at the READY. SWEATY. SPOOKED.
She comes to a split-hallway.
                                                            
The Clone BREATHES. She rubs her temples..

                                                            
A VOICE BEHIND HER:
                                                            
                       VI'S WRIST WATCH
You are here: honey!
                                                            
She turns..CONFUSED and READY TO FIRE.
                                                            
                       CLONE (ONE BLUE-EYE)
Thom?
                                                            
She spots a WHITE WRIST-WATCH, HUNG ON A PIPE?

                                                            
BEHIND HER, AGAIN:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE (VOC)
Crazy bitch?
                                                            
BAAP!
A RUTHIAN STRIKE to the back of the Clone's HEAD / NECK.
BAAP! The GUN is STRUCK from her HAND.

46.

BAAAP! A BONE-SHATTERING strike to the BACK of the LEGS.

The Clone DROPS to her KNEES.
A TRICKLE of BLOOD runs from her NOSE.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
      (walking around
       clone)
First, the kill.
Nothing "but" the kill.
Then you deal with life..or death.
                                                            
Violence kneels, levels their eye's, to make contact.
The Clone, PARALYZED from the strike, can only look back.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
You're no assassin.
Only a cheap fuckin' copy.
                                                            
Violence stands. SETS HER FEET.
She spits in her palms. "Chokes up" on the bat.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
I bet you think, you "take pride
in your work".
                                                            
SHE RARES BACK:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Well..fuck you.
For, me? It's my family, bitch!
                                                            
She SWINGS AWAY: CRAAACK!
Lights OUT for the Clone. She falls FLAT on Her face.
Once Face down, her hair SPLAYS to each side, REVEALING:
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
What the hell..
                                                            
A SMALL SILVER BOX, on the prone Clone's shoulder-blade.
Violence PLUCKS IT OFF:

THE BOX READS: MICRO-CUSH INC.(c)
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Hanz!
That arrogant son of a bitch.
                                                            
Violence crouches down. UNSNAPS the BACKPACK.
                                                            

47.

EXT. 180 STORY GLOBAL HQ OF MICRO-CUSH CORP.
                                                            
The building reaches far into the clouds.
It's a LONG WAY to the top..the PENTHOUSE.
                                                            
INT. HANZ'S OFFICE
                                                            
Hanz paces, AGITATED, by the window.
He browses a financial newspaper: "THE WORLD STREET
JOURNAL". A late afternoon SPECIAL EDITION.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Damn damn damn...
                                                            
His INTERCOM buzzes:
                                                            
                       SECRETERY
Mr. Kabota. Mr...hey!
                                                            
The office door FLINGS open. Desmond Pechanga ENTERS.
He SHUTS the door, in the NOW STANDING Secretery's face.
Hanz punches the COM button, on his desk:
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
It's OK.
                                                            
Hanz sits, motions for Desmond to sit across from him.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
That quick?
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
So I'm told.
That's not even the biggest news
of the day...
                                                            
Buzzzzz!
Hanz phone rings. The PRIVATE LINE.
The stunning, sunglassed, Asian Woman in black
is visible on the screen.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Downstairs already?
(She Nods yes)
Dr Black says:
"Mission accomplished"..No shit?
                                                            
The Woman in black lifts her glasses, looks directly into
the vid-screen, gives that WICKED smile...nods yes.

Desmond THRUSTS his face into the camera:
                                                            

48.

                       DESMOND PECHANGA
You got my "proof"?
Quit fuckin' around, and get your
pretty little ass up here.
                                                            
She STARES at Desmond for a moment, raises an eyebrow, then
BLACKS the screen out.
                                                            
Desmond looks to Hanz's freshly stained carpet.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
That bitch scares me, you can keep
her.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Not quite as compliant as earlier.
I'll have the Dr. dose her up when
she gets to the office...
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Although, in that case, it'd be
nice to lay some pipe, off the
reservation, first. She is a
thuroughbred.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Purple eyes or blue?
                                                            
Desmond's attention shifts:
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Fuck me...!
                                                            
Desmond holds the SPECIAL EDITION NEWSPAPER, he looks
STUNNED.
Hanz nods, he engages the large-screen TV monitor.
He locates FCNN:
                                                            
                       FCNN ANCHORMAN
And in stunning financial news:
Trevlac Inc. and Ogami Industries
have merged to form: Trev-Ami Inc.
This, many analysts say, makes the
European and Asian Conglomerate
the largest, most powerful
Corporation in History!
                                                            
Hanz turns OFF the TV.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
That's about the worst news..ever.
Uncanny timing.
                                                            

49.

                       DESMOND PECHANGA
We better get "our thing" in gear.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Desmond, this story broke hours
ago. Right after you left. That's
really the first you've heard of
it?
How is that possible..
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
I was at the strip bar all-day,
they don't have a fuckin' TV, or a
newsfuckinstand! I got People for
that kind of shit..
                                                            
The door SWINGS opens.
The Asian in the slinky Black dress, SUNGLASSED, and
BACK-PACKED ENTERS.

Hanz looks at the com-box.
APPEARS CONFUSED by the lack of notification from his
Secretary?
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Lets see 'em baby.
Drop those purple eyeballs right
here in my palm...wooh! Long time
comin'!
                                                            
A SLOW, SULTRY, SLINKY WALK.
She stops at the edge of the desk, looks at the two men.
She gives that WICKED SMILE.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
OK, c'mon honey..
Give him the eye's.
Take off the glasses and the
dress, and sit up here on the
desk..
                                                            
She pulls off the sunglasses, slowly.
She reaches over her shoulder, into the backpack, and FISHES
HER HAND AROUND inside.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
You never made up your mind,
Desmond. Purple eyes or blue?
                                                            

50.

                       DESMOND PECHANGA
Considering the circumstances,
I'll take blue.
And, ohh Hanz:
                                                            
Desmond hand signals a SYRINGE-MOTION.
Hanz hits his COM-BUTTON:
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Dr. Black!
                                                            
The 2 men look at the STILL searching Woman.
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
What are you doing? How many
things could you possibly have in
there?
                                                            
She can ONLY SMILE at that.
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Hop to it! And take the lenses
out, our man here prefers "blue
eye's".
                                                            
She pulls an object from the backpack.
HOLDS it in her fist. With her other hand, she points at HER
OWN PURPLE EYE'S.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
Ohh, these are not contact lenses.
                                                            
The 2 Men turn pale-white.
Their eye's actually BULGE, like they lost cabin pressure
at high altitude, AS THEY REALIZE:
                                                            
                       HANZ KABOTA
Vi..Vi.. Violence?
                                                            
                       DESMOND PECHANGA
No no no no..
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
"Mrs." Violence Blue.
And, I'm not gonna lie to you
boys...this is gonna hurt!
                                                            
She SLAMS the object on the desk:
A DULL, RUSTY, OLD, HOUSEHOLD KITCHEN BUTTER-KNIFE!
                                                            
Hanz's face now reflects THIS MOMENT, actually, as the:
"WORST NEWS..EVER".
                                                            

51.

                                         A SHORT TIME LATER:
                                                            
The office is THRASHED and VERY BLOODY.
2 twisted bodies in the corner, who's death's looked
POETICALLY PAINFUL enough to bring a tear to TARINTINO'S
EYE'S.

Violence stands over the bodies, tosses the BLOODY BUTTER
KNIFE on them.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
It won't help you now, maybe in
the next life, but, never fuck
with my family!
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
The view changes to SECURITY MONITOR FOOTAGE.
for a few frames only.
                                                            
                                         BACK TO:
                                                            
HANZ'S OFFICE
                                                            
Violence walk over to Hanz's desk. She picks up the TV
REMOTE / engages the screen, then the MENU.
She chooses the MUSIC ICON.

She scrolls the list to "L". Louis Armstrong's timeless
classic: WONDERFUL WORLD begins to play once again.
                                                            
                       VIOLENCE BLUE
No more regrets! I'm going to live
like I'm dying!
                                                            
Violence sits on the corner of the desk, listens for a
moment.
She picks up Hanz's vid-phone, dials.
Two LONNNGGG rings. The line connects. THE VID ENGAGES:
                                                            
INSERT / VID PHONE VIEW:
                                                            
The view digitizes into focus.
Violence's kitchen, the refrigerator.
The vid-phone swivels to the front room:
2 CHILD-SIZE BODIES / 1 ADULT SIZE BODY are slightly
viewable.

The SWIVEL continues.
VIOLENCE'S FACE COMES INTO VIEW.. Another Clone, SHE HAS
JADE GREEN EYE'S.
                                                            

52.

                       GREEN EYED CLONE
Sorry honey..We "all" take pride
in our work..
                                                            
From Behind Violence:2 HANDS WHIP A GARROTE around
Violence's NECK.
                                                            
                       GREEN EYED CLONE
..ask the Dr.
                                                            
END CAMERA PHONE VIEW
                                                            
Her will to live DEPLETED. A TEAR on her cheek.
Violence FEEBLY grabs at the CHOKING WIRE.
Yet ANOTHER Violence Clone, with BIG-BROWN EYES, applies the
garrote.

Dr. Black walks through the ALREADY OPEN HIDDEN DOOR.
He's followed by a SECOND BLUE-EYED VIOLENCE CLONE.

As Violence's VISION fades she sees them both come into
view. She HEARS the DR:
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
Even more dangerous than yourself?
I figured so..it comes down to
"motivation".
After all, who else could "WE"
have gotten to knock off the 2
most powerful men in North
America?
In one afternoon?
(pauses)
Vi...Vi..Vi. I always loved you,
but you treated me like dirt...
Sorry about the family, hon.
You're genetics and a strong
motivation for revenge? No
thanks..No "regrets" for me, ya
know?
                                                            
Violence's body SLUMPS.
The Dr looks at her for a moment.
He walks to the bodies of Desmond and Hanz.
He's flanked on either shoulder by the 2 Clone's.
                                                            
The DR extracts a BUSINESS CARD from his SMOCK.
He FLICKS it on Hanz's body, the card lands face up, IT
READS:

Dr. P. Rubens Black
Chief Science Officer
TREV-AMI INC.
                                                            

53.

                       DR. BLACK
I do dream big Hanz.
Big. Beautiful, and expensive...
                                                            
The Dr. turns to leave. He stops:
                                                            
                       DR. BLACK
Hanz, did I ever mention, I have
an IQ of three hundred..and One.
(laughter)
                                                            
Dr. Black walks out AND lives the rest of his happy life
SURROUNDED IN VIOLENCE..S.
                                                            


FADE OUT.


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