SCENE I-3:30(timed: 2:40, will slow down for effect and length)
(A dark room,
a single flame can be seen with a wood reflection. No
faces can be seen, voices are hushed, credits will appear. The camera will move
about the room, enlightening the glow of the candle. The room will be filmed, barely
seen on the dim reflection. The room is an elegant British living room. For a
full thirty seconds before the scene begins, there is absolute silence. This scene
will be filmed in a Hitchcockian fashion—obscure camera angles, etc.)
You know why
you are here, Mr. Wilkes?
Is this about
the project again?
More or less, but you
must realize, Mr. Wilkes, that your actions have continually failed time and
I don’t mean to make this
personal, Mr. Wilkes, but unless you do a damn good job, I seriously doubt whether
I shall be able to trust you any longer.
Sir, I have no intention
of anything that shall threaten the success of this project.
Do you remember last time
we attempted something like this? You nearly killed us, let alone the target!
That was Sydney! I had no
Did I give you this
position so you could ruin my empire?
Your empire, sir, has not
yet been conquered—
Mr. Wilkes, please shut
up. Shall we discuss this plan once more, so that your insolence won’t ruin
It shall only
be you and me roaming the earth as free men.
And Sydney? Will she as well?
I have decided to save
Sydney as well, yes—
Will she have time?
The device will be programmed to give Sydney exactly twenty minutes to
prepare after it has been detonated. You are to detonate it on Friday, you know
where, there is no need—
Are you telling me that
you are prepared to fail once more? You are an incompetent fool!
Do not question my authority, Mr.
Wilkes! You are to set it in Shanghai
at one in the
eleven in Chicago, where Sydney currently resides. You are
to very cautiously complete this task. Are you finished making it?
You see, sir, I haven’t exactly—
You mean you
haven’t finished it?
You haven’t finished it? Aaron, this is not good! There is no excuse
for your utter failure!
I apologize, sir, but this is truly a difficult task.
What do you
think I pay you for? To complete simple tasks that involve
nothing? No! I pay you to work! Again, there is no excuse for this! You are a lazy
bastard who receives generous pay for failing his Master time and time again!
You are in
Osaka, Mr. Wilkes! This is among the largest cities in the
world. Your laboratory is equipped with the finer technology than world-renowned
scientists could ever dream of. It is perfectly well hidden, at the bottom of
the Pacific, for heaven’s sakes! How can your project not be completed in the
time I have given you?
Sir, the device will be finished soon. I only need a little more time.
I shall finish it. I promise that you will not be disappointed this time.
You know your task, Mr. Wilkes.
Mr. Trussel, sir.
We shall dominate the globe, Mr. Wilkes. If—and only if—you refuse to
fail me again.
You have my word.
(the silhouette of a gun is placed on the wood
SCENE II 2:12Color
Frank Sinatra’s Chicago can be overheard. Subtitles
will reveal: Chicago, present day. The
other character names will be revealed (co-stars). The Chicago skyline, Union
Station, Navy Pier, and many other attractions will be shown for 1:05. The
scene will continue in Grant Park.)
Hey, Mike, did you get the
papers from the office?
Yeah, yeah, I did!
I owe you one! My boss will be happy! Wanna go get some
coffee? There’s a great place over on Michigan Avenue. So, you up for it?
Yeah, let’s go!
(START-END: 17 seconds (23) Our
goal is to finish exactly when the
song reaches 1:29, when Sinatra sings “On State Street” We will show Michael and
Alan doing different things around town, such as visiting the top of the Sears
Tower, driving in their car, etc. If we go into the city during the Taste of
Chicago, which I discourage due to heavy traffic, we will NOT film anything related
SCENE III 3:00
of scene, conversation is heard, but not seen. The camera
will begin in, for example, the living room and slowly turn in on the conversation)
Sinatra’s Chicago fades.
(Home of Sydney Watkinson and Lucas Moreno)
Yes. Everything is all right.
How was work?
Did you contact the lawn service? I want them to rid the lawn of these
Yes, yes, I did.
This was certainly a mediocre day for me.
(sarcastically) Why, I can’t
imagine my dear wife having a bad day!
Yes, well, you see—poor little Marcus, having trouble in school
I understand, Sydney.
Marcus seems to be having trouble with friends, not to mention—
How are his
(pause) Well—not too good.
(sighs) I’m sorry, Sydney.
not your fault—it
I receive calls from parents every day, pity calls, spitting apologies at me
for allowing their sons to tease Marcus—
Well, Sydney, I suppose—
Yes, you see
the severity of this situation!
Did his report card come in the mail?
Yes, I have it right here (Shuffles through
papers, pulls out white
sheet. The two look at it, with Sydney holding it, and then slowly look at each
other with contempt). (Sighs) Well, at least
history went all right—
Sydney, stop making futile attempts to be optimistic, this is not
good! We need to seek professional help!
Lucas, stop that! You know he has learning, well, difficulties, and I
think this is something we can improve on, not kill him over!
What else is going wrong with Marcus, again, dear?
(Heavy, curt sigh) Bullies.
No, Lucas! This is one time in my life I must absolutely stop you! The poor boy
is beaten up every other day—
Sydney, relax! The boy must learn reality! His grades are abysmal, so
we shouldn’t pity him for being kicked around a bit! I was teased in school, my
friends were, by god, teased too! It is simply a part of life.
(heatedly) I wasn’t teased as a
You were a girl!
(sighs) The point is, Marcus is
struggling not only in his studies, but with schoolmates, too.
Lucas I am TELLING YOU! THE BOY NEEDS ATTENTION!
Well, why are
you telling me now? Why not two weeks ago, or a month
for that matter?
(Long pause, Sydney looks very
grave) His math teacher just called—she
wants to have a conference with me.
Sydney has a grave expression on her face) She wants to
hold him back. (Walks away quickly, looking
Lucas stares back, dumbfounded.)
flips out her cell phone and dials a number.
Please, I beg of you to spare the boy—Marcus—yes, well, my
husband is an
absolute moron, but my son, please—(Marcus Moreno is seen entering
(Quickly)–I have to go.
walks into the driveway. He appears muddy and dissheveled)
(Camera turns to Marcus, then back to Sydney)
(Camera slowly turns away, conversation becomes fainter)
(barely heard) What did he
SCENE IV 3:00 Color
house; Alan is sorting through the mail)
Hey, Mike, check this out.
over. The two look at each other with triumphant smiles)
Ha ha! WOO!
God, Alan, where’d you get these?
Friend of mine, class of ’82.
Ha! Alan, people
would pay dozens for seats like these!
Fifth row seats
at a Cub’s game’s nothing. Maybe eighty apiece—
Alan, stop being downright pessimistic! This is the opportunity of a
(Alan continues to sort through the mail as though the last tickets
he received was a mere letter. Alan finally finds something interesting and
holds it up. The two stare, looking bewildered. The camera zooms in on the letter.
It bears no return address.)
What do you think—
It’s from my college roommate. I’m sure of it. He has given
into this, and it is simply a—
So, what do you—
When will you quit being so paranoid? I’ll open it. (opens letter, and
immediately jumps.) Alan—look! Your boss
promoted you! (The two look at each other
and laugh simultaneously)
up the stairs, holding the letter greedily.
* * *
In “living room,” debriefing
is excellent news.
(still looking baffled) How did this
happen? My boss seems, quite frankly, flustered with me right now.
Oh, Alan, who cares? As long as you’ve got promoted, don’t
we’re going out to celebrate. Invite friends, ask your
girlfriend to come along!
All right, but I’m not going unless you promise to get out of my house
after this. I know that you need a job right now, and your apartment isn’t great,
Invite your co-workers as well!
If I invited my co-workers, do you really think they would want to celebrate
my getting promoted?
Frankly, I don’t
think we need a celebration right now, I think we need to shut up and act normal.
let’s make it just you and me and Beth, shall we?