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OC3: The Fate Paradox
by Brandon S. Todd (brandonstodd@abbey.bac.edu)

Rated: R   Genre: Organized Crime   User Review:
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ACT I. Losing his family, a tiny Dog is captured by a sinister Doctor. After escaping, the Dog becomes 'THE LITTLE-MAN' and embarks on saving NYC from The Euthanizer... ACT II: A Chiropractor who is addicted to fighting, relieves his addiction by fighting in an underground fight club in LAS VEGAS; a town he's named after. FATE itself brings the good DR. VEGAS to the hands of the 'Underworld' mastermind-cyber-terrorist: TECH THE TYRANT... ACT III. A drunkard Detective, MARTIN MALICE, follows a series of bread-crumbs after having lucid nightmares. He goes down a trail from which there is no returning from. The Past returns to consume him...


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OC3: THE FATE PARADOX

FADE IN:

INT. AGENT ORANGE'S MANSION - DAY
                                                            
                                         LOCATION: MIAMI
                                                            
                                         YEAR: 2016
                                                            
THE MANSION is a product of its owner...orange walls
throughout...

The place is great in size, abstract in its design.
                                                            
MOVERS are collecting and transporting AGENT KIMBO ORANGE's
belongings and possessions as he is dead, by the hands of
former DETECTIVE JOHN MARSHALL.

In his MANSION is a gilded cage containing a CROW; it is
perched, silently and patiently...
                                                            
                       MOVER 1
--This guy has a fuck-ton of
stuff, man.--
                                                            
                       MOVER 2
-You mean 'DEAD-GUY'. But,
No-shit. I don't know whether to
move it or steal it...
                                                            
                       MOVER 1
What about that CROW...in the
cage.--
                                                            
                       MOVER 2
We're definitely not taking it
with us. LET IT FREE.
                                                            
                       MOVER 1
--MIGHT AS WELL.--
                                                            
MOVER 1 walks over to the gilded-cage, and frees the tamed
bird. MOVER 2 opens the window as to let it fly out.

Before exiting, THE CROW lands on the window-seal.
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--Thank You, Gentlemen. Now--As
You Were.
                                                            
THE CROW flies off, full-speed-ahead.
                                                            

2.

                       MOVER 1
--Did that bird just talk, or did
you lace my coffee with acid
again?
                                                            
                       MOVER 2
      (now moving stuff)
--Don't sweat it, man. Crows have
the best body-to-brain ratio.
They're some of the smartest
creatures on the earth, no doubt.
It talked, yeah. They're smarter
than humans...dolphins even.
                                                            
                       MOVER 1
      (helping move)
Damn. That's intense, man.
                                                            
                       MOVER 2
--Yeah, it is.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE COMINTURN HQ--MOSCOW - EVENING
                                                            
                                         YEAR: 2021
                                                            
The snowy landscape...

The blizzard is furious in RUSSIA.

The COMINTURN is almost not visible with the incessant
down-pour of flakes.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE COMINTURN HQ--RUSSIA - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
A man, a scientist, stands prey to his superiors...to THE
COMINTURN. DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN is 61 years of age,
white-haired, tan-skinned, RUSSIAN to the core of his soul;
his hair is longer than expected for a doctor.

He has dark-brown eyes, a unibrow, and shadows of white and
black facial-hair.
                                                            
                       DR. CHECKOV
--We expect more, better results,
now!!!
                                                            

3.

                       DR. ALINKOV
--Every experiment results in
failure with YOU, MILSTEIN!!!
Shall we Euthanize you
instead!!???
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
No--I simply---
                                                            
                       PARTY LEADER/PREMIER
--If you speak unless asked to
again, I'll have your tongue
removed. Understood, Doctor?
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
Yes, Sir...
                                                            
                       PARTY LEADER/PREMIER
Now, you will continue with what
progress you've made, until you
formulate a solution that provides
results. Until then, you stay
locked in the LAB, figuring how to
make the soldiers we need. The
Americans--they're working on this
very same program, SUPER-SOLDIERS.
I'm sending you there: NEW YORK
CITY to be exact. You will perfect
your research information, and you
yourself will continue the trials
and what not. You will move onto
human-trials, and you'll capture
Americans, see if the formula you
will develop works on their
senses. We must have these
soldiers with as many advantages
as possible!!! You will embed
yourself into LIFE-CONTROL, as
your deceased cousins, COTOMAN and
BRIAN WOLF, did. I need you to
replace them. You will do so, and
you'll give us our SUPER SOLDIERS,
or you will perish...your---OUR
achievements should leave our
enemies breathless. The clock is
ticking, Doctor...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

4.

EXT. MOSCOW-AIRPORT - LATER
                                                            
DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN waits in the snow for his plane's
loading-gear to drop so that he may depart from his
motherland to fulfill the needs of THE PARTY.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (narrating,
       getting on his
       plane)
--COMMUNISM, a relic of the old
MOTHER RUSSIA; my mother. I guess
I am a relic myself, as I am one
of the last true Communists alive,
fighting for my country. My
cousins---They were decent men,
fighting for the homeland; true
Communists too. I miss COTOMAN and
BRIAN; wolves though they may be.
I fucking hate the people who run
my country. They're a bunch of
idiots, taking orders from even
bigger idiots. I get sick of it.
Taking orders from them, to
fulfill their stingy desires. I
seek a broader horizon. There's no
such thing as "applied
sciences"...there's only the pure
application of science itself. My
goal is one that will ensure the
evolution of the human race. And,
I'm starting big. Not monkeys. NO.
Dogs. Dogs are the key. The reward
of a thing well done, is to have
done it. MY MASTERS WANT RESULTS,
I'll give 'em to 'em.---
                                                            
MILSTEIN enters the plane, ready to go...to AMERICA.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. ALLEY-WAY - MORNING
                                                            
                                         ACT I. THE FEARLESS
LITTLE-MAN AND
FRIENDS
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (narrating)
--This is my story. I'm a dog,
yeah, but I can talk--like you.
I'm not special. I'm blessed and
cursed.--More Blessed,
            (MORE)

5.

                       LITTLE-MAN (cont'd)
however.---I've been through
things that no man, or animal
should ever be subjected to. But,
I persevered. I'm what you would
call gifted, and I use my gifts
for good. I try to anyhow. To put
it frankly, I watch over my City.
New York. I'll do anything to
protect it, the people in it, with
all my might. The people and the
dogs that I love, I'd give my life
for them...even a stranger, it's
all the same. I've always had this
motivation since I was a pup.---
                                                            
YEAR: 2021
                                                            
                                         LOCATION: NEW YORK
CITY
                                                            
The vastness of NYC is met by its beauty. The skyscrapers
stand tall, and the people walk fast, scurrying about their
daily lives, jobs, and routines.

The city is a sight to behold. The stock market bell rings
loudly, being heard from throughout the distance.

Police-sirens are roaring all around NYC, as cops and crooks
battle it out. However, some in the Big Apple are at peace,
resting...

4 Dogs lay in an ALLEY-WAY, fairly unseen in the shade. Many
are walking the streets of New York City, however the
ALLEY-WAY is a safe-place for the animals; not many humans
pass by, nor do they bother the innocent, survivalist
canines.

The Dogs are named KIMBA-SUE(Black and White), SAMPSON(All
White), SCOOTER(Brown), and there is a puppy:
LITTLE-BIT(White with shades of Brown and Gray). The pup is
a newborn, only several weeks old...

KIMBA, a Shih-Tzu, is his mother. SAMPSON, an Osa-Lopsa, his
father. SCOOTER, a Chihuahua, well, let's say he's his
uncle.

This LITTLE-BIT, he becomes a LITTLE-MAN in the most
magnificent way.

THIS STORY IS INSPIRED BY A DOG tougher and more brave THAN
ANY MAN I'VE EVER MET...
                                                            

6.

                       KIMBA-SUE
      (waking up, yawns)
--Okay, everybody up. We gotta get
breakfast--especially for
LITTLE-BIT.
                                                            
SAMPSON and SCOOTER awaken swiftly, LITTLE-BIT is still
snuggling with his newspaper.

KIMBA is the matriarch of their small family.
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
      (stretches)
--What should we try to get today,
KIMBA? Pizza? Or should I go to
the Restaurant on 5th, and see
what they got?--
                                                            
The Dogs talk almost telepathically.

Humans cannot comprehend the dogs, but they do speak among
themselves.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
      (struggling to
       wake up a bit)
--If I must say, I'd like Chinese
myself.
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
Chinese? For Breakfast?
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
--I don't care what we eat, but we
gotta eat, so get to it, boys.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
Yes, Ma'am.
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
I'm on it, dear.
                                                            
SAMPSON and SCOOTER depart from the ALLEY-WAY.

LITTLE-MAN gently wakes up, and he immediately finds his
mother, and nurses.

She nurses him, but also gives him tastes of real food here
and there. She's transitioning him.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
      (finishes up
       nursing KIMBA)
Thank You, Mama. How are you
            (MORE)

7.

                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT) (cont'd)
today?
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
Well, my LITTLE-BIT, I'm doing
good. How about you, my sweet, how
are you?
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
I feel like the "goodest"
LITTLE-MAN on the planet!
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
--You'll be the best LITTLE-MAN
one day, in the universe. This I
know, my Son.--
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
--Till then...I gotta pee, and
poop.--
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
You gotta start somewhere, huh?
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
Yes, Ma'am.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. CHINESE RESTAURANT - LATER
                                                            
SAMPSON and SCOOTER approach a CHINESE RESTAURANT. They're
moving toward the back, unnoticed, unseen--like--NINJAS.

The Dogs aren't your average Dogs, let's put it that way.

They know how to scavenge to feed themselves. Whatever it
takes.
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
SCOOTER, you watch out for the
humans, I'll gather the loot.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
      (gives him a
       "paws-up")
You got it, brother-man.
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
Time to make shit happen.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            

8.

As SCOOTER keeps watch for SAMPSON, the Osa-Lopsa sprints to
the WASTEPRO dumpster in the back of the CHINESE RESTAURANT
and hits the mother-load.

When he sees the food, he is filled with pure excitement and
relief.

He quickly, and precisely, gathers the food: Sesame Chicken,
Rice, Shrimp, etc. SAMPSON puts it in bags and jumps out of
the WASTEPRO DUMPSTER with a couple of bags full of food.
SAMPSON is strong, and he's a good Dog; a good FATHER to his
pup and a good mate to KIMBA.

He gets the hell-out-dodge with the food.

He and SCOOTER, like bandits, take-off with a couple of
goodie-bags.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
      (to SAMPSON,
       assists him as
       they run away)
--You're a saint, and a scholar,
SAMPSON.
                                                            
As they run, SAMPSON hands SCOOTER one of the bags of food.

It's a like a bank-heist or something.
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
No sweat. We'll be good for a
couple days off this load.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
      (sprinting with a
       bag of food in
       his mouth)
Yes, indeed, brother-man.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. ALLEY-WAY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
LITTLE-BIT and KIMBA sit safely and securely in the
ALLEY-WAY, awaiting their food.

LITTLE-BIT, however, like any pup would, is getting bored.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
Will you read me one of my books,
Mama, just to pass the time?
                                                            

9.

                       KIMBA-SUE
You got it, buddy. Which one would
you like me to read to you?
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
Read 'The Amazing Spider-Man' to
me.
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
What is it with you and
Spider-Man?
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
--I like how he's from New York
City, and how he saves it from all
the bad-guys!--
                                                            
LITTLE-BIT has a small collection of dirty, yet readable
Comic-Books...

He has 4 total: Spider-Man, Batman, Superman, and X-Men. His
mother KIMBA reads them to him quite a bit.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
--IF I GET THE CHANCE...I'M GOING
TO SAVE THIS CITY ONE DAY, AND
STOP THE BAD MEN.--
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
--Son, you can do anything you put
your mind to. ANYTHING. Now, go
fetch your book, and I'll read to
you till ya daddy gets back.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
Okay, Mama, awesome.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY STREET - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
SCOOTER and SAMPSON walk the streets as people do, holding
their bags with great diligence, making sure the contents do
not spill.

They're moving at a good pace. Some of the people walking by
them smile and are awed, but most of them pay the dogs no
mind.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
--I call first-dibs on the Sesame
Chicken.--
                                                            

10.

                       SAMPSON
--We gotta get there first, idiot.
Just stay focused. You know we're
near.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I know. I'm just
ravenous over here.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
Suddenly, out-of-nowhere, an ANIMAL PATROL vehicle appears
about 30 yards ahead of SCOOTER and SAMPSON.

They stop dead in their tracks.
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
      (jukes, and evades
       sight from THE
       DOG CATCHER)
Shit! Cut to the right, into the
alley! We gotta take a detour!
                                                            
They sprint with their bags-in-mouth, finding an alternate
route to avoid being detected.

THE DOG CATCHER will abduct any stray he sees. All the
strays have heard of him.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
--What are we going to do? What if
he saw us?!
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
--He didn't. Don't worry. If he
would've seen us, we'd be in cages
right now.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. ALLEY-WAY - LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-BIT stands under his mother as she finishes up
reading to him.

She concludes the Spider-Man comic-book.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
--Will you read it again? Please,
Mama?
                                                            

11.

                       KIMBA-SUE
Son, give it a rest. I gotta eat
before anything. In fact, I can
smell ya daddy and UNCLE SCOOTER
coming now. They're about, uh--
      (raises her nose
       and sniffs)
--3 blocks away.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
Wow, I'm excited now. I wonder
what they're bringing back?
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
      (sniffs a little
       harder)
Chinese.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
How in the heck do you know that?
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
--Ya Mama's got a good-sniffer.
You will too as you keep growing.
It's gotta be developed with time
and practice.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
Yes, Ma'am.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. ALLEY-WAY - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
SCOOTER and SAMPSON make their way around the corner with
the food safe and secure.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
Hello, Papa and UNCLE SCOOTER!
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
--Hey, there my little buddy. We
got you and your Mama some
goodies.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
--LITTLE BIT, I swear up and down,
you've grown since we went to just
get the food. Boy, you're
sprouting like a wild-weed.
                                                            

12.

LITTLE-MAN bum-rushes his father and uncle, greeting them
with excitement. KIMBA stretches.
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
Yes, he is, huh?
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
----LITTLE-BIT, I got you a
fortune-cookie, my dude.--
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
--What's it say?
                                                            
                       SAMPSON
      (gives him the
       fortune-cookie)
--That's for you to find out.
                                                            
The puppy opens the treat ever-so-quickly and consumes it
on-the-spot.

He then attempts to read the fortune...
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
      (stumbling a bit)
A--A
                                                            
His mother steps up to him and helps him read it.
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
--"AWAKEN YOUR DIVINE NATURE
WITHIN."--
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
--What the heck does that mean,
Mama?
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
It means, KNOW THYSELF. BE
THYSELF, my son. Now, let's pray
and eat, I am famished.
                                                            
At the utterance of those words, the 4 Dogs hear a vehicle
pull up at the entrance of the ALLEY-WAY.

All of them look to see who it is.
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
      (disturbed,
       unsettled)
Oh, no.
                                                            

13.

                       SAMPSON
KIMBA, SCOOTER! Get LITTLE-BIT out
of here, now! I'll hold him off!
                                                            
IT IS THE DOG CATCHER, of all people...

LITTLE-BIT is petrified, he starts to stand with his father,
but his mother forces him the other way.
                                                            
                       THE DOG CATCHER
      (exiting his
       vehicle with a
       tranquilzer-gun
       in-hand)
--Well, well. What do we have
here? 4 Mutts, just what the
DOCTOR ordered.
                                                            
SAMPSON growls fiercely and charges THE DOG CATCHER...

The man shoots three darts into SAMPSON in a matter of
seconds.

He runs some more, but ultimately flops over, going
unconscious.
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
      (stops and turns
       around)
--NO!
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
      (stunned)
--Papa?
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
KIMBA, there's nothing we can do,
let's go!
                                                            
The nefarious DOG CATCHER pulls out the BIG-GUN. He
shoots...

A giant net moves at the three dogs like a bullet, and it
ensnares them.
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
      (fighting to break
       free)
--It'll be okay, LITTLE-BIT! Don't
Be Afraid!
                                                            
THE DOG CATCHER pulls yet another weapon and gasses
LITTLE-BIT, KIMBA, and SCOOTER, knocking them out

14.

instantaneously.

The henchman loads the unconscious animals into the back of
his work-truck, in individual cages...
                                                            
                       THE DOG CATCHER
      (smiling with
       villainy)
THE EUTHANIZER will be very
pleased...
                                                            
THE DOG CATCHER speeds off from the ALLEY-WAY like a
bat-out-of-hell.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE LABORATORY - DAY
                                                            
The dogs wake up as the truck parks...

SAMPSON does not. He was introduced to too much
tranquilizer.
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
Is everybody all right?
LITTLE-BIT? SCOOTER? SAMPSON?
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
M-M-Mama?
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
I'm here, son.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
I'm all right, KIMBA, I'm going to
try to get us out of here. Hold
on.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
      (biting at the
       cage bars
       unsuccessfully)
SAMPSON?
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
      (sniffs for
       SAMPSON)
--He can't be...He's dead...
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
No...
                                                            

15.

THE DOG CATCHER and a couple of other HENCHMEN grab
LITTLE-BIT, KIMBA-SUE, and SCOOTER as they frantically try
to elope from the cages...

The men proceed to take the animals into DR. MILSTEIN'S LAB.
                                                            
                       KIMBA-SUE
LITTLE-BIT, whatever happens--Know
that I will always Love You--I'll
always be there for You.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
      (trembling)
Okay, Mama. I love you, too.
                                                            
                       UNCLE SCOOTER
LITTLE-BIT, you be good.
                                                            
                       YOUNG LITTLE-MAN (LITTLE-BIT)
--Yes, sir, UNCLE SCOOTER.--
                                                            
The Dogs are separated as they're carried into the LAB.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE LAB HALL-H - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
SCOOTER and KIMBA, along with the corpse of SAMPSON, are
being taken to another side: HALL-E.

LITTLE-BIT is being taken down HALL-H by the DOG CATCHER.

It is a silent, depressing hall-way, a spine-tingling
silence is spread throughout the LAB-BUILDING.

LITTLE-BIT can actually read, he sees at the end of the
hallway, a sign that reads DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN.

The DOG CATCHER drops LITTLE-BIT in front of the door, and
knocks.
                                                            
                       THE DOG CATCHER
--Doc, I got those 4 like you
asked. A pup and three other older
ones.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
--Good, good. Thank You. The
Elders---use them for dissection
and trials...Leave the pup with
me, and you leave from me.
                                                            

16.

                       THE DOG CATCHER
--Yes, Sir.--
                                                            
DR. MILSTEIN kneels down as to greet LITTLE-BIT.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (to LITTLE-BIT,
       kind of friendly
       in a odd way)
--You and I, my LITTLE-friend, we
have a lot of work to do.
                                                            
MILSTEIN puts his hand to the cage, enveloping the
defenseless LITTLE-BIT in darkness.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. DR. MILSTEIN'S LAB - NIGHT
                                                            
LITTLE-BIT is caged, isolated. MILSTEIN enters, to check on
the little dog.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
My Little Friend. How's your day
going? I know, I know, you've been
caged for three days straight.
Well...You're about to be freed,
so that I may experiment on you,
freely.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
                                         OVER THE COURSE OF 2
YEARS
                                                            
LITTLE-BIT is waterboarded. Yes, waterboarded.

The dog is electrocuted.

He is tranquilized.

Awakened.

The cycle repeats, and it is more than vicious.

We see THE EUTHANIZER, MILSTEIN, take out one of
LITTLE-BIT's eyes.

He tortures the animal, beyond measure...he does this, every
single day for 2 years...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

17.

INT. COP-CAR - NIGHT
                                                            
                                         YEAR: 2023
                                                            
A middle-aged, black DETECTIVE, TRAVIS PARKER, is cruising
down a NYC STREET.

As he rides he proceeds to make a phone-call.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER
      (talking into the
       phone,
       mid-discussion)
--CHIEF, I don't know the full
extent of what's about to happen.
All I know, is the New York Mob
and the Russian Mob are in
conflict. My snitch tells me that
the Russians are planning
something big, and that they're
using legitimate fronts for means
of secret experimentation on
animals and humans alike. My
contact alluded to something along
the lines of The Russians creating
Super-Soldiers with Dog-DNA. And,
and God I hope he's wrong, there's
gonna be an attack in the city;
they're hitting hard, sir, from
what I understand. They're in the
preamble stages. I know I can't
touch the local Mob or the
Russians, but after I collect the
proper evidence maybe I can show
them to the guys who can.---
                                                            
We hear distorted talking through the other line...
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER
I don't know, CHIEF, but I'll work
on getting more sources, more
info. I haven't slept in over 36
hours, and I gotta go home and see
my family, get some rest, or I'll
be no good to nobody. But, I
assure you, boss, I'll get to the
bottom of it.---
                                                            
The sleepy-eyed DETECTIVE hangs up and places another
call...
                                                            

18.

                       DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER
      (talking into the
       phone,leaving a
       voice-mail)
--Hey, Honey, I know you're
sleeping--I just want you to know
I'm on my way home now. I can't
wait to see you and TRAVELER.--I'm
sure I'll see you before you check
this message, however, I still
gotta tell ya, you're the most
beautiful woman in the world. I
LOVE YOU, and my little TRAVELER.
I'll be home ASAP.--
      (hangs up the
       phone)
Thank You, Jesus, for my Family.
                                                            
The DETECTIVE stops at a red-light. He looks around, no one
is in sight. The area is unusually empty; no noise, very
little-light.

Suddenly, a white-van pulls up beside DETECTIVE TRAVIS
PARKER...

He feels uneasy. His instincts are telling him something. He
loosens his holster as to make it easier to draw his pistol
if necessary.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY-STREET - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Fast as greased-lightning, 5 SHOOTERS jump out of the
white-van, armed-to-the-teeth; TOMMY-GUNS with 100-ROUND
DRUMS.
                                                            
                       HENCHMAN #1
      (preparing to fire)
--Get 'Em, Boys...
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER
      (pulls his pistol
       and fires)
--No!!!
                                                            
They shoot at DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER. He tries to evade, to
no avail; he gets hit multiple times.

His bullet-riddled car sways, and veers, but then stops. His
head rests on the steering-wheel, leaving the horn
blowing...No one is around, no one responds to the CHAOS...
                                                            

19.

                       HENCHMAN #2
--Won't be hearing from him no
more...
                                                            
A MAN, dressed in a Surgeon's attire, with a unique white
ghost-like mask, which covers hit entire face and head, gets
out of the VAN.

The masked-MAN approaches the COP CAR.

TRAVIS PARKER is not yet lifeless, he's struggling to hang
on.
                                                            
                       THE EUTHANIZER
      (speaks to PARKER
       through the
       shattered-window)
--DETECTIVE. You don't look so
good...this is what happens when
you are nosey. When you know
things you shouldn't. NOW--let me
cut to the chase. Have you
reported any of your findings, and
if so who to? And, what else do
you know?
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER
      (laboring breath)
--I haven't--told anyone anything.
And--All I know is---YOU WILL NOT
GET AWAY WITH ANY OF IT...
                                                            
                       THE EUTHANIZER
-You know, being on the
verge-of-death, if I were you I
wouldn't talk so much...ah,
anyway. You have a good night,
friendo.
                                                            
                       DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER
--I--Have--To---Know. Who are You?
                                                            
THE EUTHANIZER pulls a syringe from his coat pocket, filled
with poison and potassium.

He quickly injects the defeated DETECTIVE...
                                                            
                       THE EUTHANIZER
--I AM THE EUTHANIZER, my good
sir. Now, enjoy your rest, ha-ha--
                                                            
DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER departs from life while hearing the
mad Doctor's laugh.
                                                            

20.

                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE LAB CONTAINMENT CENTER - NIGHT
                                                            
LM-275, LITTLE-BIT, all grown up, is in a cage, with myriad
other species of animals and many people of all walks of
life, also in confining cages.

He doesn't realize he's about to be transported to be
euthanized and dissected as his results have proven more
than successful; his senses are more advanced than MILSTEIN
ever dreamed...

LITTLE-BIT, or LM-275, is a perfect match for the
crossover-hybrid SUPER SOLDIERS that MILSTEIN has been
ordered to create by the COMINTURN.
                                                            
                       THE DOG CATCHER
      (walks into the
       CONTAINMENT
       CENTER)
--LM-275, your time is up, buddy.
I'm here to take you to THE
EUTHANIZER. You know the drill.
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (growling)
                                                            
Though grown-up now, LITTLE-BIT is still tiny.

The small dog perks up, and prepares himself.

THE DOG CATCHER detaches his key card from his vest.

He goes to swipe the ID-Reader, and it unlocks the cage. LM
pushes the cage-door open with all of his might, pushing
back THE DOG CATCHER, who falls on the floor.

LM-275 quick-as-lightning jumps down and grabs the ID-Card.

The one-eyed animal sprints with persistence toward the
entrance-door of THE CONTAINMENT CENTER. He, with the card
in his mouth, jumps up and, with success, swipes the card,
opening the door.

LM-275 escapes with ease; unseen.

All the other animals and people confined in the LAB go
nuts, reacting at the sight of the little-dog eloping...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

21.

EXT. THE LABORATORY - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
LM-275 elopes through the ventilation-vent of the LAB. He
breaks it open and hops to the ground, about 25-feet. He's
like a cat, lands on his feet like it's nothing.

He dashes through the field that surrounds the LAB, alarms
sound, but with God's Blessing the little cycloptic-beast
manuvers through the field undetected and escapes with
simplicity.
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (to himself,
       running with all
       he's got away
       from the LAB)
--Now, I've got to find help.--
                                                            
LM dashes into THE DARK WOODS surrounding THE LAB...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE LAB - LATER
                                                            
THE EUTHANIZER wakes THE DOG CATCHER up from his unconscious
state...
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
--What the hell happened?--YOU HAD
ONE FUCKING JOB!!!---
                                                            
                       THE DOG CATCHER
--Boss, he--he got away, I
couldn't stop 'em...FATE allowed
it.--
                                                            
DR. MILSTEIN slaps THE DOG CATCHER, back-handed...
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (slapping the dog
       catcher)
--You Stupid Son-of-a---
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE DARK WOODS - LATER
                                                            
In THE DARK WOODS, LM-275 discontinues sprinting. He finds a
light, a small glimmer in the night; he goes to it, and
stands under it, a light-pole out-of-nowhere.

22.


He rests for some moments.
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (panting, tired)
                                                            
A bird, A CROW, flies downward. LM thinks he's being
attacked; the dog falls back away from the blackish-flying
creature.
                                                            
                       THE CROW
      (lands on the
       ground)
--You could use some water, huh,
young fellow?--
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (speaks)
--Yeah, I really could.
                                                            
THE CROW pecks LM-275...

Removing something...
                                                            
                       LM-275
--OUCH!!!--What the heck?
                                                            
Destroys the device that was lodged in LM's skin...
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--Fret Not. I was merely removing
and disposing of your RFID chip;
so they can't track or find
you...Now---There's a creek due
west of here. You should be able
to smell it, being that you can
talk. Being that you're a
successful experiment of THE
LAB...they've made so many of us,
haven't they? I managed to escape
too, and like you, I was lost once
I left the grounds. I didn't know
what to do.
                                                            
                       LM-275
You know about THE LAB?
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--Yes, I know more than I let
on...you--I've been following you
since you left there. I came all
the way from FLORIDA, to here, and
now I know why I came back...to
find you--to guide you. You're the
            (MORE)

23.

                       THE CROW (cont'd)
one that destiny has brought me
to. My Master--my Father--KIMBO
ORANGE, he was a terrible man of
many evil deeds--his acts are too
harsh to speak of. He caged me for
years, I was a gift from DR.
COTOMAN to him; as they were in
cahoots. AGENT ORANGE massacred
men, women, anything that moved. I
must redeem myself from his
onslaught, and I know I can do so
with you, LITTLE one.--
                                                            
                       LM-275
--You speak well for a bird.--
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--That's the pot calling the
kettle black, huh?--
                                                            
                       LM-275
--Where's the city?---I wasn't
expecting to wind up in THE WOODS
like this.
                                                            
                       THE CROW
-You are exactly where you are
supposed to be, doing what you are
doing at this very given moment in
space and time.--
                                                            
The CROW stretches his wings, and retracts them back in.
LM-275 is in awe of THE CROW.
                                                            
                       LM-275
--How does it feel to fly? You
feel like Superman?
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--To fly is to be free. My wings
though, they're
deteriorating...Flying is good,
but you will do greater things
than that.
                                                            
                       LM-275
--You gonna train me???--
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--No, I'm gonna teach you.--
                                                            

24.

                       LM-275
--Teach me what?
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--The balance between POWER and
SELFLESSNESS.--
                                                            
                       LM-275
--Hit me, bird.--
                                                            
                       THE CROW
-Okay.-
      (smacks the dog
       upside the head
       with his wing)
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (pawing his face)
--Hey, I meant tell me the balance
of whatever-the-hell you were
talking about! Not literally hit
me!
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--Follow Me.--
                                                            
                       LM-275
--I can barely stand, I need
water. Where are you going?--
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--WHAT IS THAT TO THEE?---
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE CREEK - LATER
                                                            
LM-275 drinks water from THE CREEK. The water is the best
he's had in a very long time. He gulps it.

THE CROW watches the canine indulge. Finally LM ceases
drinking, and looks to THE CROW.
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--What is your story,
LITTLE-one?--
                                                            
                       LM-275
--My name is--was LITTLE-BIT. At
THE LAB they called me
'LM-275'.---I been living in a
cage in THE LAB for the last
couple years...before that, I was
            (MORE)

25.

                       LM-275 (cont'd)
just a baby, living with my Mama:
KIMBA, and my Papa: SAMPSON, and
my Uncle: SCOOTER. But---we all
got taken by THE DOG CATCHER, he
took us to the EUTHANIZER...I lost
my family. All of 'em...
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--Loss is inevitable.--It makes us
who we are to become. If we all
were immortal, we would lose our
purpose, don't you think? And,
yet, still, although you have lost
so much, YOU HAVE SO MUCH TO
GAIN.---Do you know God? Do you
know THE LORD JESUS CHRIST?--
                                                            
                       LM-275
--My Mama and Papa taught me about
God--He created Heaven, Earth, all
things were made by Him.--JESUS,
HIS SON, is the WORD MADE FLESH,
He sacrificed Himself on the Cross
at Calvary. He defeated Sin and
Death, and He rose on the 3rd
Day.---
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--Very Good.---Do you know WHAT
God is?--
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (puzzled)
--What?--
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--God is Love, LITTLE-one.--LOVE
IS POWER. The Power of Love must
overcome The Love of Power, and
there is no greater Love than
this; to lay down one's life for
one's friends.--
                                                            
                       LM-275
--Wow. It all makes sense, bird.--
                                                            
                       THE CROW
--That is the lesson. Now, I've
shown you the water, you've drank
it, now be as such.---THE CITY
NEEDS YOU.--Good-Bye,
LITTLE-one...
                                                            

26.

THE CROW slowly turns into smoke and vanishes with the wind.
                                                            
                       LM-275
--Wait, Bird!?--Where am I
supposed to go?--
                                                            
The Moon lights up THE DARK WOODS, showing LM-275 the
way...he follows THE LIGHT...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE GRAVEYARD/DETECTIVE PARKER'S FUNERAL - DAY
                                                            
TRAVELER, a young 12 year old Bi-Racial girl, stands with
her White 30 something-mother at their beloved
father/husband's funeral: DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER

He was a vet. A gun-salute is done for the fallen
soldier/officer.
                                                            
                       TRAVIS' PARTNER
      (puts his hand on
       CANDICE's and
       TRAVERLER's
       shoulders)
--TRAVIS was a great man, and a
great partner. I'm sorry for your
loss, if there's anything I can
do, let me know.---
                                                            
They're silent. TRAVIS' PARTNER walks off.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (looks up to her
       mother)
--Is he in Heaven?
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--If he isn't, God will have to
deal with me.--Don't worry,
baby-girl. He is at rest.
                                                            
Men lower the casket into the grave-patch.

Tears fall from TRAVELER's eyes, as does her mother's:
CANDICE

The tears hit the grass, and WE CUT TO:
                                                            
3 DAYS LATER:
                                                            
 

27.

INT. SCIENCE-EXPO BUILDING - DAY
                                                            
A crowd of many people, young, old alike are gathered,
sitting in cushiony chairs.

They are sitting quietly, listening to DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
speaking a sermon, if you will.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (mid-sentence)
--The potentiality of such a thing
is glorious in its own right.
Cross-Species genetics is proving
to be a path that could lead to
cures of all diseases, ailments of
all sorts. We could regenerate
people, or more precisely, they
could regenerate themselves. Where
I want to start, is with--wait for
it--DOGS...yes, I know it sounds
crazy, but I think, if done
properly, we could harness the
senses of DOGS: hearing and smell,
specifically, and we could embed
those particular senses into
humans, enhancing them.--We could
find every strength in every
species of life and cure every
weakness within ourselves. This
could lead to a world without
weakness, without sickness. We
could create perfect
armies---PERFECT SOLDIERS, all
with cross-species genetics.---
      (keeps speaking)
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (sitting in the
       crowd)
--This guy is off-his-rocker. By
the time he gets done what he
wants, he'll have people sniffing
each other's asses.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (grabs her child
       by the arm)
TRAVELER DENISE PARKER. Don't you
dare curse, especially in public.
I've told you time-and-time again.
                                                            

28.

                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (sighs)
Yes, Ma'am.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--I didn't mean to be so snappy
with you, baby. How about we dodge
this stuff and go grab a bite to
eat?
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
That would be awesome. Let's do
it.
                                                            
CANDICE and TRAVELER leave the SCIENCE-EXPO.

The speaker, DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN, watches them exit as he
drones on.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. CANDICE'S CAR - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
CANDICE is driving her daughter in a 2008 TOYOTA CORROLA
through the CITY.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--I can't wait for Summer to end.
I'm eager to get back to school...
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
What would you like to eat, dear?
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
McDonalds, I guess.
                                                            
The Young TRAVELER has sadness written on her face.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
What is it, TRAVELER? What's
bothering you?
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (bold and to the
       point)
--I don't think DAD had a
Heart-Attack...I think he was
murdered, Mom.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (starts crying a
       bit)
--Please, don't talk about your
            (MORE)

29.

                       CANDICE PARKER (cont'd)
Father right now...I just want to
enjoy this day.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--But, Mom, just listen--
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (screams)
--STOP IT NOW!!!
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (teary-eyed)
...Okay...
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
We'll just order a Pizza. I'm
taking you home.
                                                            
It gets more quiet than outer space in the car...
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
Your---Your Dad---HE WAS GUNNED
DOWN...now, please, I'm telling
you so you know, but, don't bring
it back up.--
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--Who? Who killed him?
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--I don't know...please, baby,
just leave it alone.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
Yes, Ma'am.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. CITY-STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
CANDICE is at a light on an outer-road of the city...

She is at a red-light, much like her husband was that night.

Out-of-no-where two junkies appear from the blackness of the
shadows.

They break TRAVELER's window.

CANDICE tries to drive off, but one of the CARJACKERS
reaches in through the passenger side and grabs CANDICE, and

30.

puts the car in park.

The second CARJACKER runs to the driver-side and attempts to
open the door, however he's unsuccessful.

CANDICE and TRAVELER fight for their lives...
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
LEAVE US ALONE!!!
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
Don't hurt my MOM!!!
                                                            
Miraculously, a huge cinder-block comes crashing down and
hits the CARJACKER that is on the driver's-side.

LM-275, within moments, appears in front of CANDICE's car.

He barks as loud and as strong as he can to warn the
CARJACKERS.

They respond, and both tuck-tail.
                                                            
LM-275 stands there, hoping that maybe the people he's
helped will help him.

He starts toward the car.

As the CARJACKERS vanish, TRAVELER and CANDICE exit the
vehicle and pick up LM-275.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
He literally just saved us, Mom.
He's gotta be a guardian angel or
something.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
You don't even have to ask me,
we're taking this Little Guy Home
with us.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
Thank You, Mom.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
You're welcome, sweetheart...let's
get in the car and go home.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

31.

INT. CANDICE'S CAR - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
LM-275 melts in TRAVELER's arms, they've both found their
new best-friend and they know it, so does CANDICE.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--I wonder what the other pets are
going to think about this
little-guy?--Oh, and you're
bathing him when we get home. No
dirty-dogs are sleeping in my
house.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
The others will love him. And,
yes, I'm going to bathe him
tomorrow morning. He smells like
ass.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
-TRAVELER DENISE PARKER! Stop that
cursing!
                                                            
The young girl cracks a smile, so does her mom.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
I'm so distracted, I forgot to
call the cops...but then again,
what am I going to say? That we
were being CARJACKED, and we were
saved by a 13 pound dog?
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--Sounds reasonable to me.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE PARKER'S HOME - LATER
                                                            
CANDICE parks her car, She, TRAVELER, holding LM-275 exit
the vehicle.

TRAVELER drops LM in the front yard to see if he has to use
the bathroom.

He is in awe of the property...
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (to himself)
--This is prime real-estate for
peeing.---
                                                            

32.

The tiny-Goodfella cocks his leg several times in one-spot,
and he does his thing.

TRAVELER laughs, because LM starts scraping the ground with
his paws, causing her to be hit with grass right in the
face.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (to LM, picking
       him up)
--C'mon, buddy, you need to meet
your new friends.
                                                            
CANDICE is quiet, and simply cracks a beautiful smile at her
daughter and the dog.

They enter their HOME.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE PARKER'S HOME - LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER and CANDICE enter their home, they have multiple
dogs already there; as well as a cat, named BART, and a fish
named FLASH.

There's a "doggie-door" embedded in the HOME's Front-Door,
it's closed; TRAVELER opens it, but the dogs remain,
cautiously observing LM...

They're caught-off-guard by the entrance of LM-275. The dogs
speak, pseudo-telepathically. They make grunts, and what
not, communicating specific words to one-another.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (to her mom)
--I wonder what this 'LM-275'
means on his collar, mom. What if
he's missing from somewhere?--
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--He found us, we're keepin'
him.--
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (hugs LM-275
       tightly)
--You hear that, buddy?
      (contemplating)
--LM-275, you need a real name.--
                                                            

33.

                       LM-275
      (being held,
       talking to the
       other dogs)
--You filthy mutts better not put
a single paw on me or I'll---
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (to her dogs)
CADMUS, BRIDGET THE MIDGET, ZEUS
THE MOOSE, meet your new family
member!
                                                            
TRAVELER drops LM-275 to the floor. TRAVELER and her mother
mess around in the kitchen, with a bird-eye view of the dogs
interactions. TRAVELER wants the dogs to socialize. They
just smile, knowing they won't harm one another. They have
their dogs trained, and LM, he knows better.

But, having just escaped from a experimental-lab, he's quite
anti-social.
                                                            
                       CADMUS
--I'm CADMUS, who you be,
little-one?
                                                            
CADMUS is a bull-mastiff. He's white, with brown spots,
floppy ears, muscular, and kind of dim-witted.
                                                            
                       LM-275
I'm just a dog tryna get by, dude.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--I'm ZEUS. TRAVELER calls me
'ZEUS THE MOOSE'.
                                                            
ZEUS is a grey-blue pit-bull. Bulky, hulk-like, yet sweet,
and a bear at heart.
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (to ZEUS, and
       CADMUS)
-That's nice to know shit for
brains. All brawn, you two, huh?
      (to BRIDGET)
--And, who are you, sweetheart?
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
      (british accent)
I'm BRIDGET. I'm a retired
show-dog. And, no. I'm not giving
you any of my "goodies". SO DON'T
EVEN THINK ABOUT IT.
                                                            

34.

                       LM-275
--Why does she call you a MIDGET?
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--Because, I'm like a
little-human...and, because, she
loves me. She's my--OUR--TRAVELER.
                                                            
BRIDGET THE MIDGET, as TRAVELER calls her, is a
French-poodle, but CANDICE got her from a British-Nanny who
was selling pups, one of which happened to be BRIDGET.

BRIDGET is gray and black, with "fur-boots", and a sort-of
Afro, her most distinctive feature.
                                                            
LM sniffs BRIDGET down, as ZEUS and CADMUS react
apprehensively.

BART comes out of nowhere to meet the little showstopper,
LM-275. BART THE CAT is orange; a slim version of Garfield,
if you will.
                                                            
                       BART THE CAT
      (with a french
       accent)
--Wow, another primitive canine.
How shameful.
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (walks up to and
       circles BART THE
       CAT)
--Who you callin' shameful,
mister?
                                                            
                       BART THE CAT
      (with an even more
       french accent)
--You, you little-shit! Now,
back-off, or I will back you off!
                                                            
BART jumps on the counter, and sees about FLASH THE FISH.
The cat and the fish, ironically enough, are best buds.
                                                            
                       FLASH THE FISH
      (to BART)
This one, he's different.
                                                            
                       BART THE CAT
      (to The FISH)
How do you mean?
                                                            

35.

                       FLASH THE FISH
He's been through the ringer, this
one.
                                                            
LITTLE-BIT walks up to BART and FLASH, in his fish-bowl.
                                                            
                       LM-275
You guys know that I can hear you
right? Talk to me, don't talk
around me, please, good sirs? Now,
what do you guys have to eat
around here? I haven't had a
decent meal in 2 years.
                                                            
TRAVELER walks up with food, a can of Pedigree, and some
water, cold as the arctic.
                                                            
                       LM-275
      (sincerely praying)
Thank you, Jesus.
      (devours the food)
                                                            
The tiny dog eats and drinks as if it's his first and last
time...
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
Boy, you're gonna make a good dog
for us. Now, it's time for bed.
Say Goodnight to the others.
                                                            
                       LM-275
--Goodnight, you little-turds...
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--Did he just--
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--Yep.--
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
And, then he.---
                                                            
                       CADMUS
--Sure did.--
                                                            
LM stares the dogs down. He's not fixed, so he has that
"edge"...
                                                            
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36.

INT. TRAVELER'S ROOM - LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER carries LM to her room.

LM is awed by what he sees.

The very same superheroes KIMBA would read to him as a pup
are on TRAVELER's walls...the kid, despite being a girl,
loves superheroes and comic-books.

LM jumps down, and runs to her pile of comic-books, he
quickly spots a Spider-Man comic-book and gestures to
TRAVELER.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--Of course I'll read to you. I
knew you were smart, but not that
smart for goodness' sake.
                                                            
TRAVELER reads an issue of the web-slinger to LM-275 till
they both fall asleep, isolated from the other animals.

This is the first true snuggling LITTLE-BIT has had since
his family was taken from him. He's got a new family...he
just knows it.

LITTLE-BIT opens his one-eye, seeing TRAVELER, she says,
verbatim:
                                                            
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                       TRAVELER PARKER
--Goodnight, My Little Man.
                                                            
And, the name stuck from there.
                                                            
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INT. THE PARKER'S HOME - MORNING
                                                            
LM-275 awakens to a Sun-lit room.

He slept very well.

He exits the room, and proceeds to the KITCHEN where
TRAVELER is.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (talking to LM)
LITTLE-MAN! How are you this
morning?--time for a bath.
                                                            

37.

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45 Minutes Later, Traveler has finished bathing LM.

He's drying off, no towel, already shaken.
                                                            
The small dog wags his tail with glee.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
You did great, buddy. Get yourself
some food and water, my good sir.
                                                            
TRAVELER shows LITTLE-MAN to his breakfast. He stops over
it, looks to the left, then to the right...He then eats and
drinks, rather quickly.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
Go ahead--outside, the doggie
door. The other dogs are out
there, go play. Then, we're going
to THE VET, to see BOB.---
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN walks through the doggie-door, outside to the
scenic property.
                                                            
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EXT. THE YARD - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN walks up to a few spots, cocks his leg, and
whizzes on the spots.

He then starts sniffing around. As he does, ZEUS and CADMUS
walk up on him.

LITTLE-MAN moves with swiftness, taking a karate-type
stance.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--You gonna pee on the spot, or
admire it?--
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
--Both. What are you two fools up
to?--Can't you see I'm doing my
thing here?
                                                            
ZEUS and CADMUS go to pee on the spots LM doused.
                                                            
                       CADMUS
You're peeing on our spots, buddy.
This is a problem.
                                                            

38.

LITTLE-MAN ignores the two, and pees on a couple more
different spots.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
      (bucking up)
--You got some nerve, you
little---
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--Leave him alone, ZEUS. You too,
CADMUS. Let him be.
                                                            
ZEUS and CADMUS back off then walk off at the request of
BRIDGET.

LITTLE-MAN appreciates this beyond measure.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (to BRIDGET)
--THANK YOU.--
                                                            
BRIDGET walks to a patch of grass and begins eating it.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
Why are you eatin' grass?
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--I'm trying to go 'vegan'. I love
eating grass.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (pees on another
       spot)
--Vegan, huh? Good luck with that.
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN scratches the ground, slinging grass in BRIDGET's
face.
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
      (getting hit with
       grass)
--C'mon, man, you're getting my
coat all grassy!!!
                                                            
LM stops and observes BRIDGET with her gray-and-black afro.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (observing her
       afro)
It just hit me, Bridget.--You look
like Don King in '85.---
                                                            

39.

                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
      (puzzled)
Who the heck is Don King?
                                                            
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EXT. THE VET - MORNING
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN is getting checked up at THE VET, before
entering, TRAVELER and CANDICE allow him to pee in the grass
beside the building.

A WOMAN walks up spontaneously...
                                                            
                       WOMAN
      (to TRAVELER, in
       reference to
       LITTLE-MAN)
--Wow, He's got quite a
package.--He's hung like an
African Race Horse!---
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--Ma'am that is wholly
inappropriate.---
                                                            
The weirdo WOMAN walks away, understanding she overstepped a
boundary.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (to her mom)
--They have race-horses in
Africa???---
                                                            
CANDICE PARKER rolls her eyes. After LITTLE-MAN pees, her
and TRAVELER enter THE VET with their newly acquired dog.
                                                            
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INT. THE VET - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN reluctant as is, becomes petrified by the way the
vet looks on the interior; it's not busy at all, no one is
there, except for a couple of barking dogs in the back
awaiting pick-up.

THE VET reminds LM of MILSTEIN's LAB, but he shakes it off,
he knows TRAVELER has his best interest at heart.

LITTLE-MAN meets BOB THE VET.
                                                            

40.

                       BOB THE VET
      (enters in from
       the back of the
       building)
--Well, hello, ladies! Who is this
furry fella you've brought today?
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (holding LM-275)
--BOB, this is my LITTLE-MAN.--
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--We just wanna get him his shots,
all-and-all of 'em, if you would
please, doc.
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
--Sure, sure, how are you two,
huh? Haven't seen you since you
brought Zeus and Cadmus in, a few
months back.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (petting
       LITTLE-MAN)
--We're doing well, BOB.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--Everything is starting to smooth
out...We--We're still dealing with
losing TRAVIS, but we're making
it.
                                                            
BOB walks up to TRAVELER and CANDICE, puts his hands on
their shoulders.

LITTLE-MAN realizes BOB is GOOD.
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
--It's okay, you two will pull
through. And, hey, you have this
guy as a new addition to the
family.
                                                            
CANDICE and TRAVELER smile at BOB, and they adoringly smile
at LM-275.
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
      (extends his arms
       out to grab LM)
--Does he have records already?
Where's he from?
                                                            

41.

                       TRAVELER PARKER
--We found him by--
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (cuts TRAVELER off)
--It's a long, drawn out story.
We'll just--just start his records
here, and give him all the
necessaries, please.--
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
      (holding LM-275)
--You got it, CANDICE. His collar
says: 'LM-275', what's that in
reference to?--
                                                            
TRAVELER and CANDICE just stand there blank, they don't know
what the tag means.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--It's just--how we found 'em.
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
--I'll just put that on the sheet
till you guys get a new collar for
him. You know, just as a
formality, I gotta put what's on
his tag on the sheet; just in case
something happens, I know the dog.
So---
      (fills out the
       appt sheet)
"LM-275" it is...okay, guys, give
me 30 minutes, and I'll be done
with him. Shots and all.
                                                            
33 MINUTES LATER:
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN is utterly petrified, but he keeps his composure.
When he sees TRAVELER and CANDICE he perks up, and shrugs
the fear right off.
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
--He did wonderfully. He's a good
dog, I like this 'LITTLE-MAN'.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--Good, BOB. Good. How much do we
owe ya'?
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
--No Charge, Miss Candice. It's
the least I can do.
                                                            

42.

                       CANDICE PARKER
--Well, thank you. That's very
much appreciated.
                                                            
BOB hands LITTLE-MAN to TRAVELER.
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
--Miss Traveler, you take good
care of this one. And, you,
LITTLE-MAN, you take care of these
two.--
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN, with his one-eye, winks at the good doctor.
                                                            
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EXT. CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER, holding LITTLE-MAN, walks with her Mom from the
VET's office to their car.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--I think BOB has a crush on you,
MOM.--
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--I'll say.--You ready to go back
to the house?
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--No, me and LITTLE-MAN need 20
bucks. We're gonna take the Subway
through THE CITY. I'ma show him
the works of New York.--
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--No, Ma'am. Not
happening.--You're not going out
in THE CITY alone.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--I won't be alone, I'll have
LITTLE-MAN.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--No!--
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
To hell with this.
                                                            
TRAVELER snatches her Mother's purse, retrieves 20 dollars,
and she and LITTLE-MAN take off running away from CANDICE.
                                                            

43.

                       TRAVELER PARKER
--C'mon LITTLE-MAN, to the Subway,
buddy!!!
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
TRAVELER DENISE PARKER, You're in
such Deep-Shit when you get
home!!! You hear Me, Girl?!!!
You're gonna be grounded for a
Year!!!
                                                            
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INT. THE SUBWAY - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
Out of breath, LITTLE MAN and TRAVELER sit on THE SUBWAY,
awaiting transport.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--LITTLE-MAN, you're gonna love
this day. We're going places...by
day's end, you'll have seen most
all NYC.
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN wags his tail, he sits across from TRAVELER.

No one bothers her or the dog.

They just ride...
                                                            
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INT. STATUE OF LIBERTY - DAY
                                                            
TRAVELER, holding LITTLE-MAN in her arms, takes the tiny dog
up to the top floor of the STATUE OF LIBERTY.

She then confides in him.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--This place, LITTLE-MAN, it gives
me peace. FREEDOM IS EVERYTHING.
This STATUE, it is the symbol for
LIBERTY...for JUSTICE.==I'm just a
kid, but I've figured out
first-hand, that without FREEDOM,
there can be no Prosperity, no
success, for anyone. America is a
place of liberty, and it must be
PROTECTED, by all those who can
protect it. Men die every single
day for this country. They die
            (MORE)

44.

                       TRAVELER PARKER (cont'd)
fighting for the idea of freedom,
and to ignore that is treasonous.
Rather, we as Americans, you're an
AMERICAN too, LITTLE-MAN, we must
PROTECT FREEDOM AT ALL COSTS...you
know what I mean, buddy?==
                                                            
With his one good-eye, LITTLE-MAN looks at HIS TRAVELER with
pure love, as he understands what she is saying entirely.

She and LITTLE-MAN, after viewing the STATUE OF LIBERTY,
leave it and go elsewhere.
                                                            
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EXT. TRUMP-TOWER - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER and LITTLE-MAN are right outside TRUMP-TOWER; a
colossal, shiny building...

They proceed to enter.
                                                            
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INT. TRUMP-TOWER - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TRAVELER is halted by a guard of THE TOWER.

LITTLE-MAN, without a leash stops too.
                                                            
                       TRUMP TOWER GUARD
--Little Miss, you can't bring
that animal in here.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--He's my service-dog.
                                                            
                       TRUMP TOWER GUARD
--I'm going to have to ask you to
leave. You and this mangy beast.--
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN is offended by this rhetoric, as is TRAVELER.

LITTLE-MAN proceeds to poop on the TRUMP-TOWER floor,
defiling it, humorously. TRAVELER laughs.
                                                            

45.

                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (to the guard)
--Touch me, or my dog, and I'll
sue. I'll own this place by next
week.
                                                            
                       TRUMP TOWER GUARD
--You little---
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--Did you know, sir, that all dogs
shit facing 'TRUE NORTH'?--
                                                            
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EXT. TRUMP-TOWER - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TRAVELER and LITTLE-MAN scurry hurriedly out of TRUMP TOWER,
with the guard chasing them.
                                                            
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EXT. THE COMIC-BOOK STORE - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER, walking beside LITTLE-MAN, reaches her favorite
COMIC-BOOK STORE, in it is a "Secret Stash".

They proceed to enter.
                                                            
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INT. COMIC-BOOK STORE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Entering, LITTLE-MAN, with HIS TRAVELER, sees the COMIC-BOOK
STORE INTERIOR and nearly faints. He's only read a handful
of comics, but this Store has thousands of all types and
varieties of SUPERHEROES.

LITTLE-MAN is in a state of pure-bliss. The workers know
TRAVELER, they don't even tell LM to leave.
                                                            
                       COMIC BOOK MAN
--Hey there, MISS TRAVELER! How
are ya? Who's your buddy there?
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--I'm doing good, sir. This is my
dog: LITTLE-MAN. LITTLE-MAN, meet
the COMIC-BOOK MAN.
                                                            

46.

                       COMIC BOOK MAN
--You two, you get a 50% discount,
on me. Pick out any comic you
like, MISS TRAVELER.---
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (to COMIC BOOK MAN)
Yes, sir.
      (Looks down at
       LITTLE-MAN)
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (talking to
       LITTLE-MAN)
--My UNCLE HIPPY-JOHN told me
about this place. He has a MUSTANG
to kill for. So, what do you
think? It's great, huh,
LITTLE-MAN? Pick out any 3 you
want, okay?
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN goes to town searching...

The small dog picks out 3 COMICS at his eye-sight level on
the first row, for a very reasonable price, all
'SPIDER-MAN'...
                                                            
                       COMIC BOOK MAN
--What? Does he read comics???
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--I read 'em to him, but he
understands 'em. Heck, he probably
does know how to read to be
honest. Smartest dog I've ever
encountered.---
                                                            
                       COMIC BOOK MAN
      (to the dog)
--LITTLE-MAN, that name makes you
sound like you're a Superhero,
buddy, ha.
      (pets LM)
--Ya'll have a good evening,
TRAVELER. Thank you for your
business.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--Yes, sir, you have a good
evening as well.==
                                                            
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47.

TRAVELER, with 3 comics, picks LITTLE-MAN up, and they exit
THE COMIC BOOK STORE.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN and TRAVELER are walking down the street.

TRAVELER sees THE ICE-CREAM man with his cart. She proceeds
to the cart, LITTLE-MAN follows right by her side.
                                                            
                       ICE-CREAM MAN
--Hello, little-miss! How are you
and your furry friend today?!
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--We're wonderful, sir, thank you.
Can we have two vanilla-filled
cones, please?
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN suddenly feels unsettled. A type of
"Doggie-Sense" transpires in him, he can hear CHAOS
brewing...
                                                            
                       ICE-CREAM MAN
--Yes, Ma'am, indeed...you two, no
charge.--It's on me.--
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (turning around)
--Hear that, LITTLE-MAN?
Free---Where the heck did he go?!
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN has disappeared.
                                                            
                       ICE-CREAM MAN
--I didn't see him leave, miss.
Maybe he walked around the corner
or something.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--Hold the cones, sir. I gotta get
my dog back, I'm gonna wait here
for a few minutes, hopefully he'll
come back. He couldn't have went
to far.
                                                            
TRAVELER is saddened by LITTLE-MAN's absence.

She waits patiently, optimistically; hoping he'll just
return to her.
                                                            

48.

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EXT. BANK - AFTERNOON
                                                            
4 Thugs, ROBBERS, prepare automatic weapons as they near the
entrance of a NYC BANK.

Two of the ROBBERS shoot the two GUARDS inside in the legs
from outside, and then the three men enter the BANK with
pure dominance over the people who see their only
protection, the GUARDS, flailing in their own blood.
                                                            
                       GUARD 1
      (heard yelling in
       pain)
Aah!!!
                                                            
                       GUARD 2
      (passing out)
--Holy--Holy Hell...
      (goes unconscious)
                                                            
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INT. BANK - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
The 4 ROBBERS intimidate and harass the many customers and
employees. The guards are knocked out cold, they're in
shock...
                                                            
                       BANK ROBBER #1
--Any of you pricks move, and I'll
put a bullet in all of ya!---
                                                            
                       BANK ROBBER #3
He'll do it folks!
                                                            
                       BANK ROBBER #2
      (points his weapon
       at the head of
       the manager)
--Give us all the loose-cash,
asshole, no dye-packs, or you bite
the dust!
                                                            
BANK ROBBER 2 proceeds to escort the MANAGER to the door of
the primary safe.

As he does, the lights start flickering in the bank. It gets
extremely quiet...
                                                            

49.

                       BANK ROBBER #1
What the hell is happening here!?
Who pushed the button?!
                                                            
Spontaneously, THE LITTLE-MAN jumps down into the bank,
through the ceiling.

The Dog hits BANK-ROBBER 1, and this scares the thief,
causing him to fire his weapon.

The burglar hits his own thieving friends; both of 'em,
literally.

Another bullet ricochets and hits BANK ROBBER 1 in the head.

None of the customers or employees have been hit or harmed.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (walking out of
       the bank)
--Well, people, you need to hurry
up and get an ambulance for your
guys. Get the cops here too for
the bad guys, then I suggest you
all go about your business and
have a blessed day.--
                                                            
Almost everyone's jaw drops at the sight of the talking
LITTLE-MAN. One of the saved victims opens the door for the
tiny good-fella as he struts out.
                                                            
                       CUSTOMER
--Did we just get saved by a
talking-dog?
                                                            
                       MANAGER
--Yeah, pretty much. I don't know
whether to call the responders, or
call a talent agent for that
dog...
                                                            
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EXT. ICE-CREAM CART/CITY STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER turns and finally LITTLE-MAN walks up, almost
smiling. TRAVELER is uplifted completely. She picks up
LITTLE-MAN.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (to LITTLE-MAN)
--You little-shit, where were you?
We're going home. Goodness
            (MORE)

50.

                       TRAVELER PARKER (cont'd)
gracious you had me worried.
                                                            
He just relaxes in TRAVELER's arms.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (very happy)
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (laughs a bit)
--You--I can't even be upset at
you.
                                                            
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INT. TAXI-CAB - LATER
                                                            
A TAXI-CAB pulls up to the PARKER Residence...
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (to the
       TAXI-DRIVER)
--Thank You, MR. BICKLE.--It was a
pleasure meeting you, good sir.
How much do I owe ya?
                                                            
                       MR. BICKLE/THE TAXI-DRIVER
--No Charge. And the pleasure is
all mine. You two be safe, okay?--
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
You got it.
                                                            
TRAVELER and LM-275 exit the cab...she's holding the dog.
                                                            
 
EXT. THE PARKER'S HOME - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
The old Taxi-Driver rides off.
                                                            
CANDICE runs from off the front-porch, and like a Lioness,
she snatches TRAVELER, the kid drops LM, and the MOM drags
the child in the house by the ear.

LITTLE-MAN follows the two into the HOME. The other dogs are
inside, awaiting to see what's the ruckus...
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (being drug inside
       by her MOTHER)
--Uh, Oh.--
                                                            

51.

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INT. THE PARKER'S HOME - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER stands intimidated by her mother, who's in a
rare-mood.

LITTLE-MAN and the dogs go into the other end of the house.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
-Mom, listen--
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--No, you listen, you will not
leave this house, until I say you
can. You will do work around this
house to give me back my 20
dollars which I know you stole and
spent.--You Little-Miss, will have
to earn your privilege of Freedom.
Now, go to your room, I don't
wanna see you for the remainder of
the day.---
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (holding back
       tears, holding
       her comics)
--Yes, Ma'am.---
      (goes to her room,
       saddened)
                                                            
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INT. BACK OF THE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN is describing his exploits to the dogs, and BART
THE CAT. They're surrounding him, almost in a circle, as he
talks to them.
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--So, You--You stopped a Bank
Robbery?
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--Ate Ice-Cream?--
                                                            
                       CADMUS
--And, You pooped in TRUMP
TOWER?--
                                                            

52.

                       LITTLE-MAN
--You better believe it.--The best
day ever, this was.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--Traveler must really like you,
man.--
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
We rarely get to go out in THE
CITY.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
Take it from me, you guys need to
get out more.
                                                            
                       BART THE CAT
Says the LAB Rat...
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (to BART,
       growling, angrily)
--Excuse me? You Pussy!!! I could
skin you alive!!!
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN charges BART...

ZEUS and CADMUS hold him back, it takes both of them.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--Calm down, LITTLE-MAN! He didn't
mean nothing by it.
                                                            
                       CADMUS
      (restraining
       LITTLE-MAN)
--Don't let BART get to you, he's
really a good Kat.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (relaxing)
--Okay, you're right, guys. I'm
calming down. I was overreacting.
I just---
                                                            
                       BART THE CAT
--I'm sorry, LITTLE-MAN, I went
too far.--
                                                            

53.

                       LITTLE-MAN
      (melancholy)
-I accept your apology, BART. It's
all Good.--I'm gonna go check on
TRAVELER now.--
                                                            
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INT. TRAVELER'S ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN enters TRAVELER's ROOM.

The girl is praying...

She stops as he comes into the room.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (wipes away her
       tears)
Hello, LITTLE-MAN, you startled
me. I was just praying...
                                                            
He walks up beside her and sits. She smiles.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--You know about Jesus,
LITTLE-MAN?
                                                            
He wags his tail.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
He's the world's very first
Super-Hero. Without JESUS, we'd be
nothing, have nothing, know
nothing.--Finish praying with me,
buddy, then I'll read YOUR
Comic-Books to you.
                                                            
TRAVELER and LITTLE-MAN sit side-by-side, and the young
child prays as the dog eagerly listens.
                                                            
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INT. TRAVELER'S ROOM - LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER and LITTLE-MAN are snoozing.

He awakens on top of his Comics...

The dog jumps off the bed, and proceeds to the living-room
area. He can hear the TV.
                                                            

54.

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INT. THE LIVING-ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
The Dogs, The Cat, CANDICE, even the Fish is asleep. The
News is on the television, LITTLE-MAN watches just in
time...
                                                            
                       NEWS ANCHOR
      (on the television)
--Today, a terrifyingly shocking
discovery was made...Over 200 dead
dogs' corpses and nearly 50
deceased people were found in a
MASS-GRAVE in upstate...No
connections have been made, the
corpses are being removed from the
site for autopsies and study, to
see how and why this MASS-GRAVE
was formed, and why those people
and animals were in it. We will
keep you updated.--
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN, with his paw on the remote, turns the TV off.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (praying himself)
--Lord Jesus, help me stop the bad
men...
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN, watching the other dogs sleep, lies his head on
his paws and goes out like a light.
                                                            
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INT. THE LIVING ROOM - MORNING
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN wakes up at the sound of CANDICE and TRAVELER
fixing breakfast.

The other dogs are outside.

LITTLE-MAN awakens, however, to BART staring him in the
face, so close he's breathing on him; purring.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
--You sneaky son-of-a---
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
Good Morning, LITTLE-MAN!
                                                            

55.

The tiny dog gets up and gets moving.

TRAVELER pets him, and he stretches, drinks some water,
nibbles some food; he has this determination about him as he
exits the house through the doggie-door.
                                                            
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EXT. THE YARD - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN, avoiding the other dogs, pees and couple of
times, takes a quick dump. He then starts to leave the YARD.

BRIDGET, CADMUS, and ZEUS emerge in front of him before he
leaves.
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--Where the heck are you going,
Mister?
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
The Subway, to catch a ride into
THE CITY. I got work to do.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--You can't leave THE YARD.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (skirts past the
       dogs and sprints
       full speed)
--Watch me.--
                                                            
                       CADMUS
I kind of respect the Little-Guy.
He's persistent.
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN leaves the dogs, TRAVELER and the HOUSE.
                                                            
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INT. THE SUBWAY - LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN rides the Subway. His doggie senses are leading
him to the RUSSIAN MOB.

The SUBWAY stops, and LITTLE-MAN gets off. No one really
even minds the little dog, on-or-off the transport.
                                                            
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56.

INT. BOB THE VET'S OFFICE - MORNING
                                                            
BOB is doing paper-work, sitting at his desk.

BOB THE VET is a one-man show, he has no assistants, no
help, and he does little-business, even being in NYC.

No one is there with him. They should be.
                                                            
THE EUTHANIZER himself walks in, in full-Surgeon garb with
his white-mask.
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
--Can I help you, sir?--
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (locks the doors)
I need a set of lungs, and
eyeballs...yours will do.
      (lunges at BOB THE
       VET, and butchers
       him)
                                                            
                       BOB THE VET
--NO!!!
                                                            
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After doing his necessaries on BOB THE VET, DR. MILSTEIN
cleans up the mess as if nothing ever even happened.

All the customers who've tried to come by see the closed
sign, and have just gone elsewhere.
                                                            
THE EUTHANIZER goes through BOB's paperwork. He sees the
collar-name sheet, on it: LM-275

His LAB name on his collar is what BOB used to refer to
LITTLE-MAN, innocently ignorant.

The address of TRAVELER and CANDICE is immediately found by
MILSTEIN in the pile of BOB's papers.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (in reference to
       LITTLE-MAN)
--I've found you, you
little-shit.--
                                                            
THE EUTHANIZER exits BOB THE VET's office, having left the
dead VET in the cooler in the back...in pieces...
                                                            
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57.

INT. THE LAB - DAY
                                                            
MILSTEIN, in his LAB, walks up to 4 highly secure cages,
containing, SUPER-WOLVES...

He lets them out of their cages...they've been confined for
a very long time. THE EUTHANIZER introduces the WOLVES to
LM-275/LITTLE-MAN's scent with a few scientific items and
tools he used only on LM.

The WOLVES salivate, growl, they're aggressive...
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (to the WOLVES)
--I UNLEASH YOU, go...FIND
LM-275.--Don't stop till ya do...
                                                            
DR. MILSTEIN opens the doors of the LAB, allowing the WOLVES
to exit. They do, ravenous, roaring, in search of
LITTLE-MAN...
                                                            
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INT. THE MEETING ROOM - DAY
                                                            
BARNEY VERELLI, VLADIMIR RASPUTIN, and SALVATORE MANCINI:
The three MOB BOSSES that control NYC, are meeting with DR.
MILSTEIN/THE EUTHANIZER.

He stands, as the bosses sit and listen.
                                                            
                       THE EUTHANIZER
      (masked up)
--We're on the verge, gentlemen.
The verge of greatness. We will
destroy this country, and we're
starting here in THE BIG APPLE. My
subservient has agreed to
sacrifice himself. The ultimate
sacrifice. We will attack soon.
Very soon. The city
leaders...their party will be
crashed...and I have 'searchers'
scouring for one of my subjects.
Once I find him, RUSSIA, and all
her soldiers, will be stronger
than ever before.--This is what is
going to happen--ANY OBJECTIONS???
                                                            
BARNEY VERELLI and SALVATORE MANCINI shake their heads in
disbelief and disagreement. They're the heads of the NY MOB.
VLADIMIR RASPUTIN is the head of the RUSSIAN MOB.

58.


RASPUTIN is, like MILSTEIN, a pawn of THE COMINTURN, so he
is in full compliance with THE EUTHANIZER.
                                                            
                       SALVATORE MANCINI
--You Communist piece of shit,
this is my first of hearing this
maniacal plan. What do you mean
'THE CITY LEADERS'? You're gonna
whack the Mayor? THE DA?--
                                                            
                       THE EUTHANIZER
--Yes.--
                                                            
                       BARNEY VERELLI
      (concerned,
       somewhat scared)
--This, we cannot allow. This is
OUR CITY. Why would we do
something so catastrophic? You're
going too far.
                                                            
                       THE EUTHANIZER
--New York is already a
catastrophe--although a
magnificent one, it must be
revolutionized,
immediately.---CLEANSED, if you
will.
                                                            
                       BARNEY VERELLI
--You Communists are insane.
You're running around our country,
infiltrating, and slowing
destroying everything great about
America. We're gangsters. Not
terrorists.
                                                            
                       SALVATORE MANCINI
--You think you're a Supervillain,
or something? You're a nobody, a
RUSSIAN peasant who happened to
become a scientist. All this
terror you think you're about to
cause, it ain't happening. I got
100 shooters to stop ya, and they
each have 100 themselves.
                                                            
                       VLADIMIR RASPUTIN
--Gentlemen, I wouldn't
threaten---
                                                            

59.

                       THE EUTHANIZER
      (cuts off RASPUTIN)
--OKAY. Well, now that all has
been said and discussed, I will
bid you fellas farewell. We will
further discuss these matters
sooner or later. No moves will be
made until we can compromise,
because you guys are the
power-brokers, right?--LET'S JUST
SHAKE on it, and call it a day for
now, huh?
                                                            
                       SALVATORE MANCINI
      (extends hand)
--Don't do nothing you'll
regret.--You try anything stupid,
we'll have your head.
                                                            
SALVATORE and BARNEY shake hands with THE EUTHANIZER/DR.
VLADIMIR MILSTEIN, and they proceed to the door.

However, as soon as they get to the door, before they can
open it, they collapse.

THE EUTHANIZER when he shook their hands, he gave them a
fatal shot of poison with a device attached to his wrist
that pricked them.
                                                            
                       SALVATORE MANCINI
      (dying)
--You--
                                                            
                       BARNEY VERELLI
      (takes a last
       breath)
--Son-of-a-bitch.---
                                                            
MILSTEIN just EUTHANIZED and murdered the MOBSTERS...

RASPUTIN is deeply disturbed, but still compliant with
MILSTEIN.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
--RASPUTIN, phone ALINKOV and
CHEKOV. Tell 'em, we're going
full-speed ahead. GOD SPEED...
                                                            
                       VLADIMIR RASPUTIN
      (scared shitless)
--Yes, DOCTOR.--
                                                            
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60.

INT. THE MEETING-ROOM - LATER
                                                            
VLADIMIR RASPUTIN is having a drink, in shock from the
powerful display of MILSTEIN...

He and his cohorts are smoking pot, snorting cocaine,
drinking, in bliss...
                                                            
                       VLADIMIR RASPUTIN
      (to his cronies)
--I'm sick and fuckin' tired of
that Doctor...he does nothing,
he's a fuckin' virus among men...I
hate that pri---
                                                            
The Lights flicker...

A struggle can be heard as the light goes out completely.

Men grunting and yelling are heard, but no one can see.

Believe it or not, IT'S THE LITTLE-MAN, taking down THE
RUSSIAN MOB by Himself...
                                                            
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Suddenly the light returns, and RASPUTIN and his cronies are
restrained entirely...tied up; all by a little dog.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN takes one of the men's cell phones and dials
911...
                                                            
                       911 OPERATOR
--911, what is your emergency?---
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
--Yes, I'm on 45th street; the
luxury town-house, 803. I have
with me the head of the Russian
Mob, his people, and his
drugs...please, send some guys to
arrest these men. Thanks.
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN hangs up. The men all look at him purely shocked
by his speaking.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (to RASPUTIN and
       his guys)
--Well, my job is done here,
gentlemen. I bid you all farewell
            (MORE)

61.

                       LITTLE-MAN (cont'd)
in your jail-cells.
                                                            
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INT. 911 OPERATOR'S BASE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
The operator burst out laughing...
                                                            
                       911 OPERATOR
      (laughing)
--Girl, you won't believe this.
Some kid just called, said he has
the Russian Mob leader in custody,
and needs us to come take him and
his men to jail. The cutest
sounding kid...
                                                            
                       OPERATOR 2
--Probly a prank.--
                                                            
                       911 OPERATOR
Ima still send some guys over
there. You know the rules. Gotta
follow each call...
                                                            
The 911 OPERATOR does her necessaries and gets a squadron
out to the call source location.
                                                            
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INT. MEETING-ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN escapes unseen, as the authorities enter with
their guns drawn...cuffing the bad men, and confiscating all
their cash and dope.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE YARD - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
BRIDGET, by herself, walks through THE YARD, grazing as she
does.

She is observing beautiful mother-nature.
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--What a gorgeous---
                                                            
Something grabs her from the bushes, and takes her away.
                                                            

62.

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ZEUS and CADMUS are outside now, they notice BRIDGET is
missing.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
LITTLE-MAN left, now BRIDGET is
gone. Something is off. CADMUS, we
gotta go, now.
                                                            
                       CADMUS
I feel it too, ZEUS. A bad
feelin'. I smell--I smell WOLVES.
Let's go find BRIDGET.
                                                            
The two bulky dogs leave the property...
                                                            
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EXT. THE YARD - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TRAVELER goes outside, seeing her animals have vanished.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--ZEUS THE MOOSE? BRIDGET THE
MIDGET? CADMUS?---LITTLE-MAN???
                                                            
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INT. THE HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TRAVELER storms into the house, panicking.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (distraught)
--MOM, ALL THE DOGS ARE
GONE!--Even LITTLE-MAN!
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (calmingly)
--Don't worry. TRAVELER, don't do
this right now. They're probably
all together, they'll be back, I
know it.--We have our errands to
run, so let's get going. If
they're not back by the time we
get back, then we'll worry.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

63.

INT. CITY-STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN is walking down a CITY-STREET, when suddenly, his
senses go haywire...
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (struggling with
       his senses)
--BRIDGET is in CENTRAL
PARK...WOLVES...Oh, no.---
                                                            
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EXT. CENTRAL-PARK - EVENING
                                                            
The pack of ambushing wolves are holding BRIDGET captive.
She is unconscious.

They are standing over her, waiting for LITTLE-MAN.

The tiny dog arrives.
                                                            
                       WOLF LEADER
      (salivating)
--You Little-Fool. You've fallen
right into our trap. As you have
come here to save your
precious-poodle-girlfriend, THE
EUTHANIZER himself and his
squadron are in bound to take your
sweet TRAVELER and her MOTHER...
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
--Just let her go. That's all I
ask. There's no need for this.
                                                            
                       WOLF 2
Do we look to be in a negotiating
mood?
                                                            
                       WOLF 3
      (growls deeply)
We've come to kill, nothing
more...
                                                            
                       WOLF 4
You couldn't even take on one of
us single-handedly...how you gonna
take on all of us, LITTLE-MAN???
                                                            

64.

                       ZEUS
      (appears with
       CADMUS)
--With our help!--
                                                            
The 4 WOLVES surround LITTLE-MAN, CADMUS, and ZEUS...

However, the three DOGS are not afraid whatsoever.
                                                            
                       WOLF LEADER
--Let's tango, LM...
                                                            
The WOLVES attack tenaciously. LITTLE-MAN like a dog-version
of Rocky, hits the leader with some quick, nasty bites and
scratches.

The leader grabs LITTLE-MAN and slams him to the ground,
standing over, he chomps at him.

ZEUS and CADMUS take on the other three WOLVES.

Two attack ZEUS, and the beastly dog holds them off and
fights them back.

CADMUS takes down WOLF 2 with three blows. The wolf is down
for the count.

CADMUS then goes to assist ZEUS.
                                                            
                       CADMUS
--ZEUS, I got this! You go help
LITTLE-MAN!
                                                            
ZEUS runs to aid LITTLE-MAN...However, LITTLE-MAN, somehow,
pushes the wolf-leader off of himself and head-butts the
wolf, disorienting the wild-animal.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (with power holds
       the leader down)
--You will surrender now! You will
tell me everything! What is THE
EUTHANIZER planning?!
                                                            
The other WOLVES are incapacitated, and the leader is
defeated.
                                                            
                       WOLF LEADER
--I'm not talking, LM...
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
CADMUS, you know how to neuter,
right?
                                                            

65.

                       CADMUS
--Yeah, we can take his right off
of 'em, no sweat...
                                                            
                       WOLF LEADER
      (wide-eyed)
--OKAY! Wait! He's---He's gonna
kill The Mayor at the CITY BALL. I
don't know how, I just overheard
them talking. He's taking your
family, because he needs YOU.
He--he keeps calling you "THE
KEY"...
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
--Where's he taking my family?!
                                                            
                       ZEUS
TELL US!!!
                                                            
                       CADMUS
--NOW!!!---
                                                            
                       WOLF LEADER
--He'll be at THE LAB. Where we
all were---made---into what we
are...
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN paw-slaps the hell out of the WOLF-LEADER.

He, CADMUS, and ZEUS escort the unconscious BRIDGET away
from the WOLVES. She is still alive, just out-of-it.

They head through the park toward the SUBWAY...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE SUBWAY - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
ZEUS, CADMUS, and LITTLE-MAN and BRIDGET catch a ride on THE
SUBWAY.

ZEUS is carrying BRIDGET on his back.

She finally wakes up.
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
      (hops off of ZEUS'
       back)
--What in the heck? ZEUS? CADMUS?
LITTLE-MAN? What happened?
                                                            

66.

                       LITTLE-MAN
We had to save your ass, girlie.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
It's okay, sis. We took care of
those Wolves. You're safe now.
                                                            
                       CADMUS
--We gotta hurry it up, guys. What
if that bad man hurts TRAVELER and
MAMA?
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
He won't--I AM GOING TO STOP
HIM.--You three go HOME, you'll be
safe there. He's looking for me,
not you. I'll go to him. THE CITY
BALL is near here, I can't let the
city leaders die.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
What are you gonna do?
                                                            
THE SUBWAY comes to a stop. LITTLE-MAN prepares to exit.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
Just go home, I got this.
                                                            
Two dopers sit on THE SUBWAY in utter awe, after hearing
LITTLE-MAN speak.

He turns to them before exiting.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (to the two
       tweakers)
Don't do Drugs, guys.
                                                            
                       TWEAKER 1
      (looks at his
       buddy)
We really gotta lay off the stuff,
bro.
                                                            
                       TWEAKER 2
You ain't even lying, man...
                                                            
He leaves the subway, and the doors begin to close. ZEUS,
CADMUS, and BRIDGET almost talk telepathically. Not,
LITTLE-MAN. He talks like a human.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

67.

EXT. THE PARKER'S HOME - LATER
                                                            
A WHITE-VAN pulls up to THE PARKER's HOME, down the
drive-way.

THE EUTHANIZER gets out behind 4 SHOOTERS.

They proceed toward the entrance of the HOME...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE PARKER'S HOME - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (hurrying)
-Mom, we gotta find our dogs.
Where in the hell could they be???
                                                            
Having brought in groceries, CANDICE and TRAVELER are
stocking their KITCHEN.

CANDICE hears the VAN outside.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (looks out the
       window)
--Was that a car-door?---
                                                            
Unaware of intruders at first, CANDICE and TRAVELER hear the
commotion at the entrance of the house.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--Oh, no.--
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (stirred up)
--Mom? What do we do?--There are
men in the house.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--Go to your room, hide under your
bed.--
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--Yes, Ma'am.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
The SHOOTERS and DR. MILSTEIN make their way into THE
KITCHEN after TRAVELER has hidden.

THE EUTHANIZER approaches CANDICE PARKER.
                                                            

68.

                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (unmasked)
--Hello, madam, am I
disrupting?--You know, you have
quite a beautiful home.
Architecturally, it is brilliant,
I mean so genuinely. Now---I
assume your silence is from fear.
Be not fearful of me, my dear. I
simply must accommodate you and
your sweet daughter to the realm
of THE UNDERWORLD, as I did your
husband...
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--YOU--you killed TRAVIS?---
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
--Yes.--
                                                            
THE EUTHANIZER is more than intimidating.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
      (grabs CANDICE by
       the throat)
--Come with me.==
      (to SHOOTERS)
--GO INTO THE BEDROOM, GRAB THE
LITTLE GIRL.---
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE KITCHEN - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
One of the shooters is holding TRAVELER by the shoulders, in
place. Another has CANDICE held tight, as the EUTHANIZER
antagonizes them both.

BART THE CAT is out of the way, hidden. The other animals
are out saving BRIDGET. No one is there to help the PARKERS.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
--Why did you kill TRAVIS?--
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--YOU!--You're the man, from The
Science Expo! YOU KILLED MY
DAD?!--
                                                            
TRAVELER is fiercely angry...
                                                            

69.

                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
--Enough talk. You two are coming
with me, LM-275 will meet me in
due time, then I will finalize my
work.---
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
--You killed my Dad...and now
you're after my dog?--You
mother---
                                                            
TRAVELER breaks free from the SHOOTER, and strides to a
knife in the KITCHEN, she grabs it and goes to stab THE
EUTHANIZER.

However she fails, as MILSTEIN back-hands her across the
KITCHEN.
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (struggles,
       strains to save
       her daughter from
       harm)
--NO!! TRAVELER!!!
                                                            
As a result of being hit so hard, the child falls into
FLASH's FISH BOWL, and knocks it onto the floor, breaking
it...

BART THE CAT emerges then-and-there, as FLASH is his best of
friends. He's a 'scaredy'-CAT, he knows he can't stop
MILSTEIN and the men with guns. But, he picks FLASH up,
quickly yet gently with his lips, no teeth.

He quickly eludes the SHOOTERS who jokingly take aim at the
innocent animal trying to save his pal.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (unconscious, on
       the floor)
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (sobbing)
--What have you done? YOU
MONSTER!!!--
                                                            
                       THE EUTHANIZER
--It's not what I have done. It is
what I am going to do that will
truly shake the world.---
                                                            
THE SHOOTERS and THE EUTHANIZER exit with TRAVELER and
CANDICE held in-possession.
                                                            

70.

                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE BATHROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
BART THE CAT puts FLASH in the toilet, a source of water...

However, sadly, THE FISH, FLASH does not move. He died on
impact when knocked over.

Bart is traumatized by this loss. The whole family will be.

BART flushes FLASH.
                                                            
                       BART THE CAT
      (mournfully)
-_God Bless FLASH THE FISH.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE KITCHEN - LATER
                                                            
BART THE CAT, deeply saddened, enters the kitchen. The dogs
are there now.
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--What the heck happened, BART?
                                                            
                       BART THE CAT
--The bad-man. He took TRAVELER
and CANDICE. He--FLASH is dead,
guys.
                                                            
                       CADMUS
--FLASH is gone? No. No. No. How
are we just going to stand by? We
can't just ignore this situation!
LITTLE-MAN is going to stop these
people? HOW? He needs our help!
TRAVELER needs our help!
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--We're just house-animals. We'll
get killed going with LITTLE-MAN;
you heard those wolves. We're
dealing with something beyond our
selves, something only he must
deal with. Besides, He has the
Masterplan...
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--How do you figure?--
                                                            

71.

                       ZEUS
-Because, he's THE LITTLE-MAN.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. CITY-BALL - LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN makes his way into the building in which THE
ANNUAL CITY BALL is held.

THE MAYOR, DA, and other CITY LEADERS are present, enjoying
festivities, celebrating cheerfully.

Unbeknowest to them, the building is laced with explosives.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (walks on the
       stage)
                                                            
THE DOG CATCHER is present. He is dressed as a POLICE
OFFICER, and has a detonator.
                                                            
                       THE DA
      (drinking
       champagne,
       sitting at a
       table)
--Is that a fuckin' dog
on-stage?--
                                                            
                       THE MAYOR
      (shocked)
--It would appear so.--Hey,
somebody get that dog off the
stage!--
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN with haste, pushes the mic to the ground, and he
speaks into it.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (trying to protect
       the people)
--Everyone, listen up! THERE ARE
BOMBS THROUGHOUT THE BUILDING!
Please, Evacuate now!
                                                            
                       THE DA
--Did that dog just talk?--
                                                            
The people do not react, they laugh mostly; a talking dog,
you don't see that everyday.


72.

However, LITTLE-MAN goes a step further. He pulls the
curtain back on the stage by-himself, before anyone can get
to him; revealing a set of gasoline-barrels full, with
explosive devices attached to all of them.
                                                            
                       THE MAYOR
--HOLY HELL!!! EVERYONE OUT!
NOW!!!
                                                            
The people panic, and all of them start to exit; except THE
DOG CATCHER.

Dressed as a cop, The Dog Catcher, stands up and confronts
LITTLE-MAN, detonator in-hand.
                                                            
                       THE DOG CATCHER
--You stupid mutt!--You think you
can save these people? YOU
COULDN'T SAVE YOUR OWN FAMILY!!!
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN looks at THE DOG CATCHER, with his one-eye, and
he says these exact words:
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
--I would rather die than make a
butchery of my conscience. I
FORGIVE YOU, but, you're evil.
You're not harming another being
ever again.
                                                            
THE DOG CATCHER approaches LITTLE-MAN quite creepily.
                                                            
                       THE DOG CATCHER
--My orders are to blow up this
building. I'm following through,
and you're coming with me,
LITTLE-BIT.--
                                                            
THE DOG CATCHER pushes the button on the detonator. The
barrels and devices light up and count down from 10.

LITTLE-MAN evades the dog catcher successfully, and runs
between his legs.

The dog and the last of the civilians and leaders make it
out. THE DOG CATCHER stays behind, suicidal.
                                                            
                       THE DOG CATCHER
--Repentance, what's it good
for?--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

73.

EXT. CITY BALL BUILDING/ACROSS THE STREET - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN manages to herd some of the civilians away from
the building prior to its explosion. None perish.

The CITY-BALL BUILDING goes up in flames as it blows up,
with the dog catcher inside.

LITTLE-MAN in a rush, leaves the scene of CHAOS; to see THE
EUTHANIZER.

He knows where he'll be: THE LAB
                                                            
                       CIVILIAN 1
--That dog...he--SAVED US.
                                                            
                       CIVILIAN 2
      (in awe of the
       situation)
--What in the hell just
happened?--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. ROOM 777 - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
In ROOM 777 of the lab, VLADIMIR MILSTEIN, THE EUTHANIZER
himself, has CANDICE and TRAVELER tied, bound, and gagged
with a gun pointed at CANDICE's head.

The twos heads are close together. The intention of MILSTEIN
is one-shot, two-kills...

The LAB is empty, no one is present. MILSTEIN has waited to
take LITTLE-MAN's life, and he wants to do it alone.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
THE LITTLE-MAN enters ROOM 777 as the door was cracked a
bit. He enters cautiously, yet bravely, to confront the man
that took his family as a pup and is trying to do so
again...
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (distorted due to
       rag in mouth)
Mmm!!!---
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (yelling through
       rag)
MMM!!!
                                                            

74.

                       THE EUTHANIZER
--Hello, my furry little-friend!
How nice of you to join us.
Please, come closer. I knew you'd
be here...FATE ALWAYS DELIVERS.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (struggles to
       speak, but does
       so)
--Y-y-you don't have to do this.
You can release my family, now.
Or, Doctor, I will put you down.
                                                            
TRAVELER and CANDICE are utterly shocked by LITTLE-MAN's
ability to enunciate words...

DR. MILSTEIN is even more surprised.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
You see, you can even talk now.
You're evolving beyond my wildest
dreams. Your powers are growing
exponentially, and they must be
dissected and applied! I've done
the work I was meant to do. Create
you...I've killed people, many.
I've killed 274 dogs just to get
to you LM-275. You are THE KEY to
unlocking humanities' true
potential. You single-handedly
took down RASPUTIN--I'm not even
mad--that's amazing--Your
Power---Once I extract your gifts,
I'll apply them to every soldier
in mother Russia and we will storm
the gates of Mount Olympus...---
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
WHY?--
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
--WHY NOT?---
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
Because what's wrong is wrong.
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
Okay, cut out the macho-hero
bullshit, you stupid mutt. I'm
telling you right now, all I want
is your corpse. Trade yourself for
these two, or I'm killing all
you!!!---
            (MORE)

75.

                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN (cont'd)
      (presses gun to
       CANDICE's temple)
Now, CHOOSE!!!
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
No!
                                                            
                       DR. VLADIMIR MILSTEIN
So be it...
                                                            
He turns the gun to LITTLE-MAN, and opens fire...
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (yelps)
Ah!
                                                            
MILSTEIN has shot LITTLE-MAN in the face, taking out his
other eye with ease.

The Dog struggles for a moment after losing his other eye,
but he persists through the pain and gathers himself.
                                                            
                       THE EUTHANIZER
--LM-275, you stopped my plans at
the CITY BALL---So it's only fair
that I at least get a little
killing done tonight. It's reflex,
buddy.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (springs forward)
MY NAME IS LITTLE-MAN!!! And--I
CAN STILL SEE YOU!
                                                            
The tiny dog jumps high, ascending, he presses downward on
the tool-filled metallic-table, flipping it...

Many of the tools fly directly toward MILSTEIN, he dodges
all except three syringes, filled with euthanasia, which
stab him in the torso and chest area exposing him to small
amounts.

The old-man goes down, and the weapon falls out of his hand.
He passes out cold.

LITTLE-MAN immediately, with great haste, approaches CANDICE
and TRAVELER, and with his teeth he unties them. They then
free themselves of their gags and blind-folds, and attend to
LITTLE-MAN, who has passed out from his gun-shot wound.
                                                            

76.

                       TRAVELER PARKER
--NO! LITTLE-MAN! Please, don't
leave me!
                                                            
                       CANDICE PARKER
      (crying, picks up
       the dog)
LITTLE-MAN, we're going to get you
some help! You're going to be
okay. You've saved us, now we're
gonna save you!
                                                            
The three exit MILSTEIN's shadowy LABORATORY safely;
MILSTEIN stays down...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
2 WEEKS LATER:
                                                            
 
INT. THE PARKER'S HOME - MORNING
                                                            
TRAVELER awakens from her peaceful sleep. Her talking-dog is
lying on a palette of blankets in the floor, snuggled up,
grumpily snoring a bit.

The kid urgently checks on LITTLE-MAN, who has gauze, and a
wrap around his face, as well as a cone around his neck
surrounding his head---for his healing gunshot wound.
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (runs up to her
       dog)
Good-morning, LITTLE-MAN, are you
okay?
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (rising from his
       slumber)
--I'm okay. Could you grab me some
more food and fresh water, please?
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
You got it, sweet-boy.
                                                            
TRAVELER exits the room and proceeds to the kitchen...
                                                            
After TRAVELER exits, ZEUS, CADMUS, BRIDGET, and BART enter
TRAVELER's ROOM---in awe of the mighty LITTLE-MAN...
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
--LITTLE-MAN?--
                                                            

77.

LITTLE-MAN remains quiet.
                                                            
                       ZEUS
--We just--we just wanted to---
                                                            
                       BART THE CAT
THANK YOU.
                                                            
                       CADMUS
--You saved our family. YOU ARE
OUR FAMILY. We gotta new fish,
too.
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
--You're welcome, ya turds...
                                                            
                       BRIDGET THE MIDGET
      (stays back as
       ZEUS and CADMUS
       exit)
--LITTLE-MAN, you can have my
'goodies' anytime...you're MY
HERO...
      (leaves the ROOM
       with the others)
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN waits for the dogs to move through to the other
end of the house with TRAVELER and CANDICE.

He then, speedily, removes his cone, wrap and gauze; the dog
grabs a black scarf that is out in TRAVELER's room and exits
through the window, leaving the property.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (walks back in the
       room with food
       and water)
--I got you some--
                                                            
The little-girl sees that THE LITTLE-MAN has vanished...
                                                            
                       TRAVELER PARKER
      (drops the food
       and water)
SHIT. Not Again...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

78.

EXT. NYC ROOF-TOP - LATER
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN, as short as he is, still stands tall on an NYC
ROOF-TOP, ready to save anybody who needs saving.

He has TRAVELER's black-scarf wrapped around his face,
covering his blindness.
                                                            
                       NEWS ANCHOR
      (voice)
The City was saved from ORGANIZED
CHAOS, folks--The Russian
mad-scientist, DOCTOR VLADIMIR
MILSTEIN, who many are starting to
call "THE EUTHANIZER", was
arrested and has been charged and
convicted with mass-murder,
conspiracy to murder, illegal
experimentation, among other
heinous criminal acts; all of
which he's admitted and plead
guilty to. MILSTEIN has committed
murder of animals and people on a
mass-scale--He's admitted to
having DETECTIVE TRAVIS PARKER
killed.--He experimented on many
people and animals for reasons
unknown to us.--MILSTEIN even
tried to kill the Mayor and many
other city-leaders at the ANNUAL
CITY BALL only to be foiled by a
Shih-Tzu---The stories are true,
people. There's a Dog in this
City, who is watching out for
us--He stopped the EUTHANIZER and
his cohorts. That Dog is--
                                                            
                       LITTLE-MAN
      (looking over the
       CITY)
--If there's trouble, I'll find
it. If there's a problem, I'll fix
it. If a person needs me, I'll be
there. If the city needs me, I'll
save it. WHO AM I? I AM---THE
LITTLE-MAN--
                                                            
LITTLE-MAN has lost his sight, but not his purpose.

The blind Dog jumps from the ROOF-TOP, with no fear,
prepared to do work.

He can see better than ever-before, as his senses are even

79.

more enhanced.

THE CITY needs him, and he needs it.

LITTLE-MAN, the tiny-Dog with a mighty-Heart.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO BLACK:
                                                            
ACT II. THE CHIROPRACTOR DR. VEGAS
                                                            
                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE LAKE-SHORE - MORNING
                                                            
                                         LOCATION: SOMEWHERE
IN FLORIDA - BRODY'S
ESTATE
                                                            
                                         YEAR: 1991
                                                            
A 30-something White-MAN, a father, is fishing with his
young bi-racial(Black and White) sons, ages 4 and 6,
respectively. The MAN is BRODY BARNES, the boys, TECHNO and
KILO sit to his left and right.

The LAKE-SHORE is scenic, gorgeous. The grains of Floridian
sand are fine, the sun-light shimmers off each one
vibrantly. The trees sway with the wind, bending, flexing,
yet it's a more than pleasant day.

The three each have bamboo-poles, awaiting their next
catches.
                                                            
                       BRODY BARNES
--Evil comes at leisure like the
disease. Good comes in a hurry
like the doctor. Be prepared for
both. If you boys are patient, the
world will be in both of your'
hands. All good things require
time, like fishing...you're not
trying to rush the fish into the
bait. You're letting the fish
itself fall for the bait.
Men--they're like fish. Fallible,
frail, slimy, being led to the
slaughter; serving a greater
purpose.--
                                                            
                       YOUNG TECHNO
--Men don't eat men, right, pop?
                                                            

80.

                       BRODY BARNES
--Men do only what they must to
survive, boy. You, me, and KILO
here, we thrive; we are above
these inadequate beings called
"men". I fought for our survival,
and now we will know nothing but
prosperity. Don't ever think for
one second that life is
guaranteed, however, because the
moment one basks in his confidence
and surety, he will be broken. The
Chaos Can Consume Anyone.--
                                                            
                       YOUNG KILO
--What is Chaos?--
                                                            
                       BRODY BARNES
--Power, my boy. CHAOS IS POWER,
if ORGANIZED appropriately;
FAIRLY.--Chaos is all around us,
yet it is calculated, precise,
structured. We need Chaos, but
without organization, it would
consume us, without question...
                                                            
                       YOUNG TECHNO
Chaos is power. Power is good?
                                                            
                       BRODY BARNES
Power is Everything, my sons.
There are two types of people in
this world: Those with Power, and
those Without. Now, both of you,
with your own free-will, must
decide which of those you will
become...I can implement as many
resources to ensure your success,
but only you two, yourselves, can
solidify your survival. As much as
I love the both of you, even I
can't stop you from succumbing to
CHAOS. Your mother--she---she was
too weak-minded to see that the
only way to live in this world is
not only with power, but with
ULTIMATE POWER. She saw me as
deranged. I have to instill in you
the drive, the desire, the will to
carry on MY LEGACY.
                                                            
                       YOUNG KILO
--Where is Mama?--
                                                            

81.

                       BRODY BARNES
--She's asleep, son. With the
fishes...
                                                            
                       YOUNG TECHNO
--You killed her, didn't you?--
                                                            
                       BRODY BARNES
      (tugs on his
       fishing pole)
--No...THE CHAOS DID...
                                                            
BRODY seizes a huge Bass from THE LAKE-SHORE.

He grabs it immediately after taking it from the water, he
unhooks it, throws it in his cooler.
                                                            
                       BRODY BARNES
--Now, boys, let's clean our food,
fry 'em and we'll feast like the
Kings that we are.--
                                                            
                       YOUNG KILO
      (refusing to stop
       fishing)
--Hey, I'm not done, pop.
                                                            
                       YOUNG TECHNO
--We wanna catch a couple more
with you.--
                                                            
                       BRODY BARNES
--We can go to the shed and start
preparing the fish or I'm throwing
all of 'em back, then I'll beat
the living-hell out of both of
you. NEVER QUESTION ME AGAIN,
either of you. I mean it, here and
now.
                                                            
"YES, SIR!" The boys say in harmony, with urgency.

Both the youngins remove their fishing lines from the water,
and gather their poles in a hurry to take home.

They run toward the shed beside the house, as BRODY carries
his bamboo-pole and the cooler.

He smiles at his boys.

TECHNO, the 4 year old, trips and falls...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO BLACK:
                                                            

82.

                                         FADE IN:
                                                            
YEAR: 2018
                                                            
                                         LOCATION: LAS VEGAS
                                                            
LAS VEGAS is a noisy place.

The City is alive, depraved.

Gamblers, Mobsters, No-Goods all over.

They fill the slot-machines with their limited money, and
lose themselves in the process.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE ROOM OF SCREENS - NIGHT
                                                            
A MAN, in his early-30's, slight-build, light-skinned,
dread-locks, sits at his office desk in his ROOM OF
SCREENS...

This ROOM is filled with monitors all throughout, they cover
the 4 walls, displaying various clips of films,
newscasts...INFORMATION.

The man's name is TECHNO BARNES aka: TECH THE TYRANT. Crime
pays for him; you name it, he'll do it, if it's lucrative or
advances his technological inventory.

He sits calmly, patiently, cyphering through as much as he
can with his red-robotic eyes. He had his eyes removed
himself, and replaced with optical-cybernetics that allow
him to scan things and gather information, much like a
terminator...

He scrolls on the mouse of his primary CPU monitor with his
cold-metallic fingers...TECH has cybernetic arms.

He lost his real upper-limbs at the hands of his own father,
BRODY, after screwing up.

TECH had surgery to have his arms replaced with metal from
the shoulder-down; his arms are fully functional, and they
give him super-strength, among other features.

TECH has a top-tier IQ of above 160, and he's also one of
the smartest street-thugs in all of AMERIKA.

His BODYGUARD walks into THE ROOM OF SCREENS, nearly
out-of-breath somewhat on-the-edge.
                                                            

83.

                       TECH THE TYRANT
--What's going on? Why so
panicked?--
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
--Y-your BROTHER is dead.--I--
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
--BY WHOSE HAND?!--
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
--I thought it was retaliation for
him killing THE ORDER BOSSES, but
it ain't.---A Crack-Head.--JAKOB
JUSTICE--out of NEW ORLEANS, is
who killed your brother. The
motherfucker took out KILO and all
of his men; his whole operation,
TECH...it's gone, man.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
Leave me...now...
                                                            
                       THE BODYGUARD
      (proceeds to exit
       from THE ROOM OF
       SCREENS)
--Yes, Sir.--
                                                            
A single lonely tear falls from TECH THE TYRANT's machine
eye.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (to his A.I)
KARMA?
                                                            
                       KARMA THE A.I
Yes, Boss?
                                                            
KARMA is an advanced operating system.

She is a type of A.I, yet unformed to a degree, primordial.

However, she assists TECH magnificently and with great
efficiency.

TECH, with vampire-like fangs, is eating his supper as he
scans the screens...he's eating HUMAN BRAINS with a side of
smoked EYES, drinking O-Positive Blood from a HUMAN SKULL.
He is OUT THERE...
                                                            

84.

                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (chomping, sipping
       from his
       skull-goblet)
--Show me the feed of my brother
getting killed--I must see how.
                                                            
                       KARMA THE A.I
Gathering now.
                                                            
All the screens morph into a giant single picture. KARMA
shows the footage to TECH.

TECH sees: The crack-head, JAKOB JUSTICE, after escaping
with a gun in-hand, shoots ether-barrels outside of KILO
BARNES' BASE.

The flames engulf KILO and crew with swiftness. TECH is
utterly shocked.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
--Okay, turn that shit off...where
is this JAKOB JUSTICE?
                                                            
                       KARMA THE A.I
--He's been INVOLUNTARILY
COMMITTED to a hospital:
'LIFE-CONTROL'.--
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
--Ah, fuck that crack-head
son-of-a-cunt. It's KILO's own
damn fault he got killed. How the
fuck are we gonna maintain our
POWER without him though? Without
THE ORDER? Fuck. KARMA, power
down. I'll be back after-while.--
                                                            
                       KARMA THE A.I
      (shutting down)
Yes, Boss.
                                                            
TECH discontinues dining.

He gulps the remainder of the blood from the Skull-Goblet.
TECH turns the skull upright, a little blood drips from it.
THE TYRANT speaks to the skull, it is the skull of BRODY
BARNES...
                                                            

85.

                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (to the skull of
       his dad)
--SEE, FATHER? I TOLD YOU KILO
WOULDN'T LAST...
                                                            
TECH puts the skull down, grabs his gun, and exits his ROOM
OF SCREENS.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. MANSION HALLWAY - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
TECH THE TYRANT, leaving his room of screens, struts down
his mansion-hallway, with black-and-white checkered
flooring.

There are statues throughout the hallway as well as
paintings on the walls.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (narrating)
==WHAT HAPPENS IN VEGAS, STAYS IN
VEGAS...I am Sorrow's Child. I'm a
Futurist...I've seen the future.
The fire, the ashes, the
apocalypse. Something is coming,
and it's only a matter of time
before the game is up. Vegas is a
place where life is literally a
gamble.--Truth be told, I'm only
out for my own betterment, as well
as the expansion of MY OPERATION.
I know my limits, and I exceed
them daily. I'm not a kingpin like
my father. I'm a pure criminal;
most of my enterprise is
illegitimate, which I don't mind,
because I compensate for that with
my underground fight club. I
entertain the people, and I make
out like a bandit; I just leave it
to the show-runners, I don't show
my face. No one can connect me
alone, it's a communal experience
for the fans and the fighters.
People pay big to see my fighters.
My father...I think he would be
proud of what I've accomplished.
It's strange, now, knowing that
death has overtaken my older
brother. He should've seen it
comin'. I know my death is near
            (MORE)

86.

                       TECH THE TYRANT (cont'd)
too, and I'll do whatever I must
to stop it.---The only way to stop
death, is with ultimate power,
which I will accumulate by any
means necessary. There's nothing
stable in this world; CHAOS is my
only music.==
                                                            
TECH THE TYRANT EXITS HIS MANSION
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. TORTURE-CHAMBER - LATER
                                                            
TECH THE TYRANT is standing at the edge of a metal-table in
a TORTURE-CHAMBER, smoking a fat joint.

Across from him is a MAN, tied down and bound, with
duck-tape around the mouth. The man is strapped to an
advanced slab.

The MAN that is being victimized is a CASINO OWNER: VALTORE
TOTINO.

TECH walks from behind the table and speaks, with his
deep-voice to the CASINO OWNER.
                                                            
                       VALTORE TOTINO (CASINO OWNER)
      (fighting to break
       free)
--Mmm!!! Mmm!!!
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (puts out his
       joint by stomping
       it)
--You know, this TORTURE-CHAMBER
was owned by my Father, BRODY. He
rarely even used it. He had a
fascination with the idea of
torturing people, hell he's gotta
few hid across the country. He
brought me to one a couple years
before his passing--had my arms
amputated while I was paralyzed,
but awake.--Ironically enough, I
like using these chambers; they're
discreet and proficient. I can
extract my food in peace from you
wretched depraved fucks, and cause
as much pain as humanly possible.
I'll tell ya, VALTORE. I'm going
            (MORE)

87.

                       TECH THE TYRANT (cont'd)
to digest you, I'm going to take
your eyes, your Brain, and I'm
going to eat 'em. How does that
sound???
      (rips the tape off
       the man's face)
--I can't understand you with all
the tape, what was that?
                                                            
                       VALTORE TOTINO (CASINO OWNER)
--You goddamn Psycho!!! Do you
have any idea what the fuck you're
getting yourself into? You have no
idea who you're fucking with!!!
You'll be dead by sun-up when my
guys find you!!!
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (smiles with charm)
--My friend, GHENGHIS KHAN killed
over ONE MILLION MEN in ONE-HOUR,
all by equipping his armies with
the bow-and-arrow. Did you know
that DRAKULA was real? Yes, yes,
he was. Vlad the Impaler of
WALACHIA. He was a Prince, a
Christian in fact. Yet, he was so
fierce a warrior that he had
hordes of his enemies and
opposition IMPALED on the tallest
of spikes. He would then drink
their blood while his people
watched in awe. I will have that
type of power very soon, and I
only have to kill you and the
other 6 CASINO OWNERS to do it;
I'm going to drink all ya's blood,
and I'm going to takeover LAS
VEGAS in one fell swoop; tonight
you're signing over your casino to
me. I will own all the 7 major
casinos in LAS VEGAS by tomorrow
afternoon. MARK MY WORDS. I just
need to know the next meeting of
the bosses, and I may consider
letting you die a half-way decent
death.--
                                                            
TOTINO spits at TECH unwisely...
                                                            

88.

                       TECH THE TYRANT
--Bad Move. I'll find the meeting,
I promise. And, the other bosses
will die and give me their
CASINOS, just like you. I don't
need your signature for
transference of ownership,
necessarily...I can forge it...I
honestly just need you out of the
way. I need you Dead.--
                                                            
TECH pulls a knife, and he slices VALTORE's abdomen open,
and the man's guts literally spill out of his belly...
                                                            
                       VALTORE TOTINO (CASINO OWNER)
      (looking at his
       own guts on the
       floor)
Aah!!! OH MY GOD!!!
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
--GOD IS DEAD!!! THERE IS ONLY
PAIN!!!---CHAOS!!!
                                                            
TECH unties TOTINO and proceeds to drag him to a giant hook
that is hanging from the ceiling of the TORTURE-CHAMBER.

TECH THE TYRANT likes getting his hands not only dirty, but
bloody as well.

The madman hangs the half-alive VALTORE to the hook with his
organs in a matter of moments.

TECH steps back, and observes his tortuous work...
                                                            
                       VALTORE TOTINO (CASINO OWNER)
      (dying)
--They--they'll have your head for
this...
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
--We shall see.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. 2017 HONDA CROSS-TOUR - MORNING
                                                            
DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS drives through the strip...

He checks his side-view, and rear-view mirrors...scanning
them with his PURPLE-EYES as he coasts.
                                                            

89.

                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
      (narrating,
       driving to work)
--LIFE'S NOT ABOUT HAVING THE WILL
TO WIN--IT'S ABOUT HAVING THE WILL
TO PREPARE TO WIN--Every fighter
must know, before he goes into a
fight, how the little fight fits
into the larger picture, and how
the evolution of his fighting will
decide the true-battle as a whole.
I make about $95K a year doing
what I do. I'm a Doctor, a
CHIROPRACTOR. I own VEGAS
CHIROPRACTICS. Even people that
gamble have back-problems believe
it or not. I don't gamble myself.
I was raised in LAS VEGAS, and my
Mom named me after this CITY OF
SIN. It's beautifully sinful and
sinfully beautiful. It never
sleeps, neither do I. I AM VEGAS.
I fix backs by day, and by
night...by night I fight. I
moonlight as a underground
MMA-fighter in what they call THE
UNDERWORLD FIGHT-CLUB. I make buku
doing it, too. I don't need the
money though. I just need the
rush. Fighting is freeing to me.
Some people smoke pot, some do
coke, some do yoga---I FIGHT. I
fight 7 days a week, always at
night. I just kind of got swept
into it. A lot of my
marine-buddies do it, and referred
me to it, and I've been fighting
every night for almost a year now,
I haven't lost a fight yet. I've
made nearly $250K doing it. It
helps pay the bills, and it's more
exciting than my day-job by leaps
and bounds.--When I'm Fighting, I
AM LIVING. It's an addiction for
me. I mean--who gets paid to
fight? It's a no-brainer for
me.---
                                                            
DR. VEGAS gets to his office, he parks, exits his HONDA
CROSS-TOUR, and proceeds to enter the workplace.

He's white. 52 years old. VEGAS is extremely athletic for a
Doctor his age; about 6 ft 2.. Has short black hair, a beard

90.

and moustache.

His purple-eyes are his most distinct feature. VEGAS is a
rare-breed.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. VEGAS' CHIROPRACTICS OFFICE - DAY
                                                            
VEGAS' assistant and secretary are more than ready to work.
They greet the good Doctor with warmth and pure politeness
as they always do.

VEGAS is good to his people---SARAH and MRS. BRETSKI are
like his family.

DR. VEGAS has hardly any family left after his mother
passed, they're distant and disconnected from him.
                                                            
                       SARAH THE SECRETARY
      (flirtatiously
       smiling at VEGAS)
Hey, Alex.
                                                            
                       MS. BRETSKI
--Hello, Doc. How's your morning
treating you?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--So far so good, MS. BRETSKI, no
complaints as of yet, how are you
two?
                                                            
SARAH THE SECRETARY is like a Nun--she's blonde, in her late
30s. She is mousy, quiet, yet very pretty--has green eyes
that glow. She's a conservative lady.
                                                            
                       SARAH THE SECRETARY
--I just need a bit more coffee.
                                                            
                       MS. BRETSKI
--I'm good, Doc, finally got laid
by my husband. It's been over 5
months.
                                                            
MRS. BRETSKI is in her late 50's, short, stubby and
stubborn. She's a elderly saint of a woman. A marvelous
assistant.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
MRS. BRETSKI, that's a little more
than I needed to know.
                                                            

91.

                       MS. BRETSKI
--No Viagra, or anything. The wind
blew the right way, gave em a nice
erection.
                                                            
                       SARAH THE SECRETARY
--I'm going to go make that coffee
now.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE WAITING ROOM - LATER
                                                            
A MAN, and 2 WOMEN are sitting in the waiting room of DR.
VEGAS' OFFICE, awaiting their treatment...

DR. VEGAS opens the door of his 'BACK-POPPING ROOM' and
calls for one of the patients: MR. ROYCE. A white man, 74
years old-even. Clean-shaven, buzzed cut. Yet, he's not too
aged to be elderly, he's spry. He gets up and walks toward
the doctor.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Mr. RAYMOND ROYCE, I'm Doctor
Alex Vegas; come on in, good-sir.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Alrighty then.
                                                            
The two shake hands.
                                                            
MR. ROYCE enters the room with VEGAS.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE BACK POPPING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
VEGAS examines ROYCE's paperwork and info...

He does so with a few quick glances.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Okay, Mr. Royce, it seems that,
from what I can tell from your
X-Ray results, your cervical,
thoracic and your lumbar all are
bent-out-of-shape. My Secretary
said your pain levels are high.
I'm gonna need you to lie down on
this table here, we're going to
make some adjustments today and
over the course of several weeks.
            (MORE)

92.

                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS (cont'd)
Does that sound okay, sir?
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Yes, sir, I just hope you can
fix me.
                                                            
ROYCE lies down on the padded table, uncomfortably so...
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
I'll do my best, MR. ROYCE.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
That's all any of us can do, huh?
                                                            
There's a silence for a second.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Which one is your secretary?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
The young one. The other, MRS.
BRETSKI is my assistant.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--I thought secretaries answered
phones, and assistants actually
helped you with the work?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Don't tell them that...hell.
                                                            
VEGAS stands over ROYCE, and prepares to pop his back.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Mr. Royce, inhale, please.
                                                            
He does so, and VEGAS goes to pop ROYCE's back, all while
saying: "Now, Exhale"

We hear several snaps and crackles.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Son-of-a-fuck, my back's tighter
than my budget, Doc. Take it easy,
will ya?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--You a Marine, by any chance Mr.
Royce?
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--How can you tell?
                                                            

93.

                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Your eyes. Semper Fi, Sir. I
served a few tours, here and
there.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Semper Fi. I was in 'Nam. 66-69.
      (raises pants leg
       up to show
       artificial leg)
--Vietcong got my fuckin' leg, and
I had to come back home. I
would've stayed and killed more of
'em, but what can ya do?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Better to lose a leg than a
life.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Marines don't die, son.--
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--No doubt, sir.
      (feels for the
       next spot to pop)
Now, breathe in for me another
good time, MR. ROYCE.
                                                            
ROYCE does so.

VEGAS, as he pops his back, says: "Breathe Out"
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. WAITING-ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
After having his back fiddled with, ROYCE exits the
BACK-POPPING ROOM.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
      (shakes VEGAS'
       hand)
-Thank you, Doctor VEGAS.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--You're welcome, Mr. Royce. All
you gotta do is go see my
assistant at the window, and
she'll get you set-up with another
appointment with me.
                                                            

94.

                       MR. ROYCE
Alrighty, have a good day, son.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
You as well, sir.
      (grabs the file in
       the holder beside
       the door)
Okay, next up, Ashley Rawlins.
                                                            
A beautiful lady stands up, she is PATIENT 1. She enters the
room with DR. VEGAS.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. BACK-POPPING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
The DOCTOR examines her file, and even her...
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--You doing well today, MS.
RAWLINS?--
                                                            
                       PATIENT 1
      (hinting)
--Yes, DOCTOR VEGAS. I'm swell, I
just need my back--Broke, if you
know what I mean...
                                                            
PATIENT 1 gropes VEGAS.

He reacts unlike a typical man. He shuns her. He's no fag,
he just respects the Doctor-Patient relationship, which he
has never violated. He's been tested, and he's prevailed
sexually; he only makes love to women who are non-patients
is all.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
      (getting the
       patient back)
--Ma'am. I'm not that guy. I'm
just not. Now, please lie down so
I can do the necessary things to
relieve your back-pain. If you
won't, and you grope me again,
I'll have to ask you to leave.
That's just how this works...
                                                            
                       PATIENT 1
--Dammit. This makes me want you
even more...
                                                            

95.

                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
What? Have you been stalking me?
                                                            
                       PATIENT 1
--No, I'm just a---I'm a
sex-addict. Please, excuse me,
sir. I really do have
back-problems, but it's
just---When I see a doctor,
especially one as handsome as you,
I go into an orgasmic-type of
shock. Forgive me.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
      (confused a bit)
Okay...let's get this over with
quickly. You have damage in the
lower regions of your spine. Lie
down, and we'll get this fixed up
as best we can. And, please, don't
be offended by my lack of desire
for you. I just absolutely don't
fuck patients. It's the
cardinal-rule.
                                                            
                       PATIENT 1
--Just pop my back, you fucking
queer.
                                                            
She lies down.

VEGAS pops her back hurriedly.

A pop happens and we...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. TECH'S HELICOPTER - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
Looking spiffy in his attire, TECH, with a few shooters
rides in a black-military-helicopter.

TECH takes out an eye-drop-like vial full of a mysterious
substance, he drops the substance in both of his eyes as the
chopper lands.
                                                            
                       SHOOTER
--What the hell is that stuff
anyway, TECH?--I always forget to
ask.
                                                            

96.

                       TECH THE TYRANT
--It's ADRENOCHROME. I always take
it before a heist...gets the
blood-pumpin'.
                                                            
                       SHOOTER
What the hell is adrenochrome,
sir?
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (dripping the drug
       into both of his
       eyes)
It's adrenaline, extracted from
the adrenal gland of the
human-body. Yet it's in a
customized form, when you drop it,
it gets you higher than the
heavens.
                                                            
                       SHOOTER
--Jesus Christ, you can't be
serious?
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
--I am serious...and don't call me
Jesus Christ. Now---Follow my
lead.---
                                                            
TECH's 6 SHOOTERS all shout: "Yes, Sir!" as they ready their
automatic weapons.

TECH and his guys exit the HELICOPTER.
                                                            
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EXT. THE DESERT - EVENING
                                                            
                                         LOCATION: APACHE
JUNCTION, ARIZONA
                                                            
TECH THE TYRANT arrives to the scene of his own weapon's
deal...

The dealers are awaiting him about 35 yards away.
                                                            
                       DEALER 1
      (looking at TECH'S
       HELICOPTER with
       pure disdain)
--This fucking cock-sucker, who
does he think he is being late
            (MORE)

97.

                       DEALER 1 (cont'd)
like this?!
                                                            
                       DEALER 2
      (spits on the
       ground)
--Fuck 'Em. As long as he has the
cash...
                                                            
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EXT. THE DESERT - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TECH and his men walk up to the dealers, who have their
cases full of weaponry all ready to go.

Oddly, TECH and his crew have no ostensible cash on them.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (rubs his hands
       together)
--Hello, my friends. What do you
have for me???
                                                            
DEALER 1 puts out his hand as a gesture to shake with TECH.

TECH ignores the gesture, and walks toward the weaponry; the
merchandise.
                                                            
                       DEALER 2
--What we have is what you asked
for. Don't play coy with us,
TECHNO. We dealt with your father,
act as he would.
                                                            
                       DEALER 1
--We could easily be dealing with
someone else.--Now, where's the
money? As you see, we have the
arms.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
--MY FATHER IS DEAD. So is my
Brother. I run both of their
operations. You fellas---you're
walking on glass and you're
cooking with gasoline; and I'ma
piss in ya vaseline. I'm not here
to buy your weapons, you measly
fools! I AM HERE TO TAKE THEM!!!
                                                            

98.

TECH waves his hand, and his SHOOTERS do work, emptying
their weapons at the other men, striking 3 of them dead.

There are only 9 men, including the 2 dealers.

The 2 dealers run for it. TECH chases them while his men
decease the remaining victims.
                                                            
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TECH THE TYRANT sprints himself, right after the 2 dealers.

He's a terrific athlete, and like a cheetah after gazelles,
TECH gains great ground on his prey.

He pulls a pistol and shoots both dealers in the back, while
still running.

The dealers fall to the ground.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (standing over
       dealer 1)
You guys were runnin' like scalded
dogs--WHY??? You cannot escape
Death!!!
                                                            
                       DEALER 2
      (dying slowly,
       bleeding out)
--You think you can cross us???
                                                            
                       DEALER 1
      (coughing blood)
--They'll have your fucking soul
by the morning, you
son-of-a-whore!!!
                                                            
DEALER 1 pulls his pistol, and shoots at TECH.

TECH drops his pistol--he doesn't need it--he puts up his
metal arm, and blocks the bullets.

He walks up to DEALER 1 and breaks his neck.

TECH then walks up to DEALER 2, pulls a blade and stabs him
in the throat.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (admiring his
       "handy"-work)
--I'm just gettin' started,
fellas...you boys are my next
            (MORE)

99.

                       TECH THE TYRANT (cont'd)
meal...
                                                            
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EXT. THE DESERT - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
TECH walks back from where he killed the two dealers.
                                                            
                       SHOOTER
--What's the word, sir?
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
--Gather those two bodies out
there. I gotta extract them. And,
get the weapons into the chopper.
We gotta get back.
                                                            
Having not checked the 2 vehicles of their victims, TECH and
Co. are ambushed by two shooters, who get out spraying and
praying.
                                                            
TECH's SHOOTER kills one of the ambushing men.

TECH is close to the other. He grabs the man by the neck
with his metallic-hand. He picks him up off of his feet, and
squeezes him till he turns purple and dies.
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (walks toward his
       helicopter)
--Now---As I was saying, let's go.
                                                            
The SHOOTERS all shout: "Yes, Sir!" and they proceed to
gather the weapons, etc.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE UNDERWORLD FIGHT-CLUB ARENA - NIGHT
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
      (focused, on top
       of his opponent
       punching)
                                                            
DOCTOR VEGAS BEATS HIS OPPONENT WITH TERRIFIC TENACITY.
                                                            
                                         HE WINS THE BOUT BY
KNOCK-OUT
                                                            

100.

A few hundred people are present in THE UNDERWORLD ARENA...

They are eating, drinking, chanting, reveling.

The FIGHT-CLUB is owned by: TECH THE TYRANT. It's his
racket. Many computer-heads who enjoy MMA tune in through
the Internet. Thousands upon thousands across the World. 10
Fights a night happen here in a CAGE. 1 Round. No Time
Constraints. The victors are only victorious if they totally
defeat or ultimately kill the opposing man...

DR. VEGAS is one fight away from becoming The Champion. He
has just won, as he stands in the ring with his arm held up
by the ref.

The Doctor's attire is an American-Flag Mouth-Piece, along
with American-Flag-themed fighter-shorts; silk. His gloves
are red. His shoes are blue. VEGAS suits up like he fights;
all-out.

The crowd cheers him on.
                                                            
ANNOUNCERS, sitting at a table with mics, like the UFC or
WWE, are commentating as VEGAS exits the ring.
                                                            
                       ANNOUNCER 1
--ALEXANDER VEGAS, the Good Doctor
with the win again folks.--
                                                            
                       ANNOUNCER 2
--What kind of doctor is he again?
A Gynecologist, right?
                                                            
                       ANNOUNCER 1
--No, Bob, he's a Chiropractor.
                                                            
                       ANNOUNCER 2
--I always get those two mixed
up...you know, he's gotta
right-hook like RAY RICE...
                                                            
                       ANNOUNCER 1
--Now, BOB, that's just
wrong.--Folks, we're ending on
this fight, you all have a good
night. Tune in tomorrow. Remember,
"DON'T TALK ABOUT FIGHT CLUB". So
we can stay in business, and the
shadows. Be safe.---
                                                            
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101.

INT. DR. VEGAS' HOME - LATER
                                                            
VEGAS arrives to his pad. He enters.

It's not what you'd expect from a Dr. or a even a
prize-fighter.

It is very modest, discreet, and out of the way of all the
tumultuous nature of the metropolitan zone of VEGAS.
                                                            
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DR. VEGAS disrobes himself.

He walks around his house naked.

He goes to the fridge, and grabs some left-over Chinese
food; eating it, he goes to his cabinet and grabs some
WHISKEY.

He pops the top and chugs it a couple of times as he chews
his food.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
30 MINUTES LATER
                                                            
VEGAS exits the shower, gets dressed, and prepares himself
for his relaxation.

He leads a very isolated, quiet life. He has no pets, no
near relatives, he's completely alone...

The Good Doctor doses off...
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
EXT. THE JUNGLE - DAY
                                                            
A PLATOON, lead by a COMMANDOR PORTNOY, are walking through
the jungle, calmly, quietly...

They're marines, on a mission in THE JUNGLE of SOUTH
AMERICA. This is a recon-mission, taking out a
CARTEL-leader.

Behind PORTNOY is then SERGEANT ALEXANDER VEGAS...
                                                            
                       SOLDIER 1
--COMMANDOR, our visibility is
shit out here. You sure we're
headed to 'Charlie'?
                                                            

102.

                       COMMANDOR PORTNOY
--You ass, you're like a kid: "Are
we there yet?", that's how you
sound. I'm about to have you tied
to a tree with your fucking mouth
taped.--
                                                            
                       SOLDIER 2
      (to Vegas)
--Hey, Boss, look what I found.
                                                            
                       SERGEANT VEGAS
      (turns to see
       SOLDIER 2)
--Damn, you found pot out here?
You might not wanna take that.
                                                            
                       SOLDIER 2
      (sarcastic,
       stuffing
       marijuana plants
       in his pants)
-It's like a sore dick: you can't
beat it. Ima use it for camo
too.--
                                                            
                       SERGEANT VEGAS
      (to PORTNOY)
--Sir?--
                                                            
                       COMMANDOR PORTNOY
--What is it, VEGAS?
                                                            
                       SERGEANT VEGAS
--Is this really your last
mission?--That's the word goin'
around.
                                                            
                       COMMANDOR PORTNOY
--Yes, it is, son. How many
sons-of-bitches we put down
together?
                                                            
                       SERGEANT VEGAS
--Masses, sir...--Why are you
giving it up, you're not aged
out?--
                                                            
                       COMMANDOR PORTNOY
Life is a fight, VEGAS. I feel
like I'm losing, and more risk
goes into it being in places like
this. I'm ready to be a civilian
again. I feel like--like I been
            (MORE)

103.

                       COMMANDOR PORTNOY (cont'd)
shot at and missed, shit at and
hit, you know???--
                                                            
                       SERGEANT VEGAS
--Well, sir, me and the boys are
gonna throw you a retirement party
as soon as---
                                                            
As they walk through the JUNGLE, bullets string across at
the soldiers...

They scatter, and take their respective positions...

A couple of the PLATOON-members are killed instantly as
machine gun-fire rains upon them. THEY'RE SURROUNDED by 20
or so CARTEL-ASSASSINS.
                                                            
                       COMMANDOR PORTNOY
--Return Fire!!!--
                                                            
PORTNOY, VEGAS, and CO. return plenty of bullets back to the
CARTEL-members, quite successfully.

They quickly eradicated the threat, they spread, and
converge on all their enemies.

As the others sweep and clear the petty, sloppy assassins,
VEGAS and PORTNOY check on their fallen members.
                                                            
                       SERGEANT VEGAS
      (runs to his
       fallen brother)
--You son-of-a-bitch, don't you
fucking dare die on me!!!
      (tries to revive
       him)
--Fuck!!!
                                                            
                       COMMANDOR PORTNOY
      (stands over his
       fallen comrade)
--Lord Jesus, bless my dead.--
      (shakes his head)
Guys, we gotta---
                                                            
An unseen sniper takes fire at PORTNOY from a tree-top-post,
blowing his face clean off...
                                                            
VEGAS runs to his aid, as do the others, but PORTNOY is like
VEGAS' father. They've been through thick and thin together
in the service.
                                                            

104.

                       SERGEANT VEGAS
      (lunges at PORTNOY
       to check on him)
--Sir!?--COMMANDOR?!!!
      (yells at the
       bloody sight)
--NO!!!--
                                                            
VEGAS picks up his weapon, and fires unrelentingly at the
sniper's post in the tree-top 35 yards off.

He destroys the tree-top post, and the sniper falls to the
ground riddled with bullets but breathing still.

VEGAS charges his fallen enemy...
                                                            
                       SOLDIER 2
--VEGAS! Wait!
                                                            
Alexander Vegas stands over the Cartel-shooter and proceeds
to beat him to death with his fists.
                                                            
                       SERGEANT VEGAS
      (roaring
       powerfully)
--Aah!!!
                                                            
He beats the man's face in, literally.

His teammates try to hold him back, but VEGAS cannot be
stopped. He decimates the shooter with his bare-hands.

We see a punch, and we:
                                                            
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EXT. DREAM-STATE/THE BEACH - DAY
                                                            
A young ALEXANDER VEGAS, boyish, youthful, is running on the
beach. He's running toward someone...

The sand is softer than fresh-snow, making it extremely
difficult to run.

He still proceeds.
                                                            
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A figure is at the end of the beach, just standing there.
It's a woman.
                                                            

105.

                       VEGAS' MOTHER
      (turns around)
My Little Alexander The Great...
      (stretches her
       hand out to her
       son)
Come, sit with me.
                                                            
                       YOUNG VEGAS
Mom??? What are you doing here?
Where are we?
                                                            
VEGAS tries to grab his mother's hand, but cannot.

As he does so, quick-sand starts absorbing him into the
ground.
                                                            
                       VEGAS' MOTHER
I LOVE YOU, Son.
                                                            
He sinks into the ground, consumed by the quick-sand.
                                                            
                       YOUNG VEGAS
      (being consumed by
       the quick-sand)
Aah!!!
                                                            
A hand can be felt by VEGAS, it's lifting him up out of the
sand.

The hand pulls VEGAS up out of the sand, yet now he's a
grown man...
                                                            
                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (holding VEGAS up
       out of the
       quick-sand)
--You ever FIGHT with God by the
bright Sun-Light???
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Huh???
                                                            
Holding VEGAS with one metal arm, TECH THE TYRANT reaches
his other metal-arm into VEGAS' torso and feels around...

He can feel the pain.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Aah!!!---
                                                            

106.

                       TECH THE TYRANT
      (prying VEGAS'
       stomach open)
--You have something that belongs
to me...
                                                            
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INT. VEGAS' HOME - MORNING
                                                            
VEGAS' eyes shoot open, he's utterly distraught.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
      (breathing heavy)
Un-fucking-real...
                                                            
The DOCTOR gathers his bearings, and proceeds to get ready
for work.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--When I lost my mom, it was one
of the worst things to happen to
me. She passed due to a stroke
when I was a teenager. She was my
best-friend. She raised me all by
herself; told me my dad died
serving his country. Died a
marine. My mother--she never
expected anything from anybody.
She instilled my work ethic in me.
She's the reason I went to UCLA to
practice medicine. I know she'd be
proud of me. The way she was in my
dream was so real, like she was
telling me something. The guy with
the metal-arms? I have no idea
what that's about. I'm big on
dreams. I try to remember 'em all.
But, I just can't.--
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. RESTAURANT - MORNING
                                                            
DR. VEGAS is eating with SARAH and MS. BRETSKI.

They're having a big-breakfast, with coffee, before heading
in for a long day's work.

VEGAS has a scratch under his eye, nothing significant, yet
it's noticable.
                                                            

107.

                       MS. BRETSKI
--ALEX, what the hell you get
into? Why do ya got that cut on
your face?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
I got a--I got a kitten yesterday.
Damn thing clawed me is all.--
                                                            
                       SARAH THE SECRETARY
--The pussy got to ya, huh?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Sarah, I appreciate the
innuendo, but trust me, I'm not
sleeping with any of these Vegas
women. If most of these women
around here had as many dicks
stickin' out of 'em as they have
inside of 'em, they'd look like a
damn porcupine.
                                                            
VEGAS sips his coffee, as SARAH and MS. BRETSKI sit in utter
shock by the misogynistic comment.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
      (slurping his
       coffee)
--What? It's the truth...
                                                            
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INT. BACK-POPPING ROOM - LATER
                                                            
DR. VEGAS lets a PATIENT into the BACK-POPPING-ROOM.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Hello, Mr. Douche, I'm Dr. Vegas.
It's a pleasure to meet you. How
are we today?
                                                            
                       GHETTO
--Bruh, don't call me by my
'government'...
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Okay, sir. I work with all my new
patients as far as names. What
would you like me to call you?
                                                            

108.

                       GHETTO
      (with a low-tone,
       speaking quickly)
--Call me "Ghetto".--
                                                            
Dr. Vegas mishears the man...
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Okay, 'Calmagetto'. If you'll lie
down on the table, I'll---
                                                            
                       GHETTO
No, Bruh. I said CALL ME 'GHETTO'!
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
      (shakes his head
       in understanding)
--Now, I see, brother-man. We got
some work to do on ya today. Lie
down, please...
                                                            
The PATIENT is dumbfounded by the Doctor's lack of fear of
his "blackness", but he still listens to VEGAS.
                                                            
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INT. THE WAITING-ROOM - LATER
                                                            
The aggressive PATIENT leaves the back-popping room. VEGAS
sticks his head out, and calls for the next...
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Mr. Royce, you're up, sir.
                                                            
RAYMOND ROYCE gets up and proceeds to enter the back-popping
room with VEGAS.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Alrighty, how you doing there,
Doc?--
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Quite well, sir, no complaints
as of yet.
                                                            
DR. VEGAS shuts the door.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 

109.

INT. BACK-POPPING ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
VEGAS looks over ROYCE's chart to see what adjustments need
to be made.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--If you'd lie down on your
stomach, MR. ROYCE, we're going to
iron out the kinks for ya.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
Just be careful, Doc. My damn
GIZZARD is killin' me...gotta get
it took out soon.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Your Gizzard?
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
Yep, the doc said I don't need it
no more. It's just taking up
space.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
      (chuckles)
--You mean Gallbladder, I think,
Mr. Royce.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
      (lays down on the
       table)
Yeah--that's it.
                                                            
VEGAS prepares ROYCE for his popping.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Okay, Mr. Royce, breathe in...
                                                            
ROYCE takes a deep breath.
                                                            
DR. VEGAS pops his back.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Damn, son. That was a major pop!
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Yes, sir, it was. Now just breathe
in one more time.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Hold on, Doc. Hey, can I borrow
some money from ya?
                                                            

110.

                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
That depends, sir. How much?
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
      (smirking)
--All ya got'll do.--
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
I'm sure it would, MR. ROYCE. Now,
breathe in.
                                                            
VEGAS pops his back, and tells ROYCE to: "Breathe out"
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
How'd you get the purple eyes,
man? Contacts?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Nah, they're not contacts. I don't
know really. My eyes are just
purple...
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
You look like a alien or something
with them things. Not in a bad
way...just never seen purple eyes
is all.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
That's understandable. Now,
breathe in again for me please,
sir.
                                                            
ROYCE does so. VEGAS pops his back...
                                                            
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INT. WAITING-ROOM - CONTINUOUS
                                                            
VEGAS opens his door to let out MR. ROYCE.

ROYCE doesn't exit immediately however.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
      (turns around to
       face VEGAS)
--How about you and I hit up a bar
sometime? Share war-stories?
                                                            

111.

                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Well, sir, that'd be kinda
negating doctor/patient
relations---I don't---
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
It's not a request, son. It's an
order. Be at the BAR on Sapphire
Street at 10 PM sharp, tonight.
                                                            
VEGAS is beat. He has to follow orders...
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Yes, sir. We can do that. I got
something at 1 AM, but that
shouldn't infringe.---
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
Good, now you have a good day,
doc. I'm outta here.
                                                            
ROYCE goes to the SECRETARY'S WINDOW to check out.

VEGAS calls in his next patient.
                                                            
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INT. THE SECRETARY'S WINDOW - MOMENTS LATER
                                                            
ROYCE, with charisma, walks up to the window to setup his
next appointment.
                                                            
                       MS. BRETSKI
Okay, Mr. Royce, will this
upcoming Friday be a good day for
you to come back in?
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
Yes, ma'am. Make it early in the
day too, please.
                                                            
                       MS. BRETSKI
9 AM sound good?
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
That'll do, ma'am.
                                                            
ROYCE takes MS. BRETSKI's pen.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
      (with the pen
       in-hand)
The Doctor told me to take
            (MORE)

112.

                       MR. ROYCE (cont'd)
something...
                                                            
                       MS. BRETSKI
You can't have my pen, sir.
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
Well, that's just to bad.
      (puts the pen back)
Just foolin' with ya, darlin'. You
have a nice day. I'll be here
Friday at 2.
                                                            
ROYCE exits the office.
                                                            
                                         CUT TO:
                                                            
 
INT. THE BAR - NIGHT
                                                            
DR. VEGAS sits casually at a BAR-BOOTH, awaiting the arrival
of ROYCE.

ROYCE enters, he hobbles to the booth that VEGAS is at.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--Hello, Sir.--
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Hello, Son.---
                                                            
MR. ROYCE takes his artificial leg off the amputated area,
and sits the leg upward, beside him in the booth.

VEGAS is caught off guard.
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
Can't you put that thing
horizontal?
                                                            
                       MR. ROYCE
--Nah, I want people to know I got
a weapon at my disposal. A robber
tries something, I'll hit 'em with
this here leg two good times,
lights out...if I lay it down,
it'll be harder to retrieve, you
know?
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--I see your logic, sir, honestly.
These days, they're bad, huh?
                                                            

113.

                       MR. ROYCE
--No shit! You got Russians
everywhere, radical Islamists,
TYRANTS...all of whom want to
destroy our Home, our Country!
Nobody trusts anybody anymore, the
whole society is corroded to the
point that deception and
destruction are the most common
expression of most folks these
days.--
                                                            
                       DR. ALEXANDER VEGAS
--You're smarter than you let on,
ROYCE...
                  &nbs