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[Scene: Nick Cameron's flat. Nick is in his late twenties, average height
with short brown hair. He moves from the bathroom to the bedroom, where a
woman is sleeping. He opens his wardrobe and takes a T-shirt from a hanger,
the woman (Kate) wakes up, and turns on a bed side lamp]
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| Kate: |
Nick..? Where are you disappearing to? |
| Nick: |
Um..I gotta go I'm late for work (he comes out from
behind a door of the wardrobe whilst putting on a jumper) so, then I'll
see you later on then ay Jane? (he walks out of the front door he looks
like something is wrong) (to himself) ..Kate! |
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[Scene: Outside Nick's flat. He walks to his car which is blue and old! He
is miffed to find a parking ticket under the windscreen wiper. He drives off.
Meanwhile back in the flat Kate is writing on his wardrobe mirror with her
lipstick. She writes "I'm busy tonight, Kate", and says "Pig" before she
leaves. We then switch to an airport, Nick drives to an entrance with a
drop gate (like on railway lines when it goes over a road) Phil the guard is
on duty.]
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| Nick: |
Morning Phil! |
| Phil: |
He's waiting for you (as he pushes the gate open) |
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[Scene: Nick drives through gate, and up to Wingspan HQ (the place where he
works) gets out of his car, and Joe his brother comes out of the office]
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| Joe: |
Your late (looking at watch, he has a clipboard in his hand) |
| Nick: |
What's the matter with you? (while picking up a set of golf club) I
over slept (they start walking towards a plane with the Wingspan logo
on) |
| Joe: |
With anyone I know? Or should I say with anyone you
know? |
| Nick: |
Leave it out Joe |
| Joe: |
(angry) Look this is a new client, and god knows we need
one! Our first job and you were meant to be there at ten thirty! |
| Nick: |
Where's there? |
| Joe: |
(Says a name of a place but I can't make out what!
Sounds like Skipol-East. He hands the clipboard to Nick. They have
reached the plane) |
| Nick: |
Easy |
| Joe: |
There's some bad weather coming up |
| Nick: |
Well just as long as it doesn't interfere with the golf
ay! (climbing into the plane) |
| Joe: |
Just call me when your on your way back okay? (he
locks the door for Nick and gets off the plane) |
| Nick: |
Yeah |
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[Scene: Nick is taxing onto the runway, and the camera pans back to reveal a
car with a man in it. He pick up a radio and talks into it]
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| Man: |
(into radio) He's on his way |
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[Scene: Nick takes off. We then switch to an airport in a foreign country
(I think it's Holland) Some cargo is being put into Nick's plane. Nick is
sorting out paper work with an official. She is small with blond hair, quite
attractive looking.]
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| Dutch Girl: |
Your not the usual guy (handing Nick a form for him to
sign) |
| Nick: |
No, no we eh just got the business (signing form, and
handing her a business card) |
| Dutch Girl: |
(Reading Card) Wingspan, we fly lower |
| Nick: |
Yeah, it means lower price. I wrote that. (She hands
him back the card, and takes the form from him). So you..eh..ever fancy
a day out in England then? |
| Dutch Girl: |
I don't think so |
| Nick: |
France? |
| Dutch Girl: |
No thank you |
| Nick: |
Belgium? |
| Dutch Girl: |
Have a nice flight (hands Nick his copy of the form, and
he walks off slightly defeated) |
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[Scene: Nick's plane is flying home]
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| Nick: |
(over radio) Wingspan Ops, this is Golf, Bravo, November,
Romeo, X-ray. (Switch to cockpit view, Nick radio isn't working very
well!) Wingspan Ops, Wingspan Ops, this is Golf, Bravo, November,
Romeo, X-ray do you read? |
| Joe: |
Got you Nick, you airborne? |
| Nick: |
Yep, on my way |
| Joe: |
Listen did you get the package? |
| Nick: |
Yeah, are you all right Joe? |
| Joe: |
Yeah, yeah...no worries, what's your ETA Nick? |
| Nick: |
About an hour. That bad weather you mentioned?, looks
like it's coming up ahead |
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[Scene: Nick is flying into a storm, and experiencing a lot of turbulence.
The package he is carrying has thrown side to side in the back of the plane
and breaks open. Switch back to the airport in Holland. The Dutch
Girl is talking to three policeman in an office.]
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| Policeman One: |
(Something in Dutch) |
| Dutch Girl: |
(Shakes head) |
| Policeman One: |
(Something else in Dutch!) |
| Dutch Girl: |
(Checks some papers) Moscow |
| Policeman One: |
Moscow!? (turns and looks at his colleagues) |
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[Scene: Back in Nick's plane, the radio has shorted out and gives him an
electric shock. Nick swears! Switch back to Wingspan HQ, Joe is hitting
his radio] |
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| Joe: |
Come on Nick, are you reading me! |
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[Scene: Back in Nick's plane things are getting worse. His golf clubs fall
against the compass, he struggles to move them quickly.]
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| Nick: |
(to himself) Okay, enough's enough. Come on! Fly baby
fly! |
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[Scene: Joe is waiting out side the Wingspan office waiting for Nick. It's
late, and it's pouring with rain. He goes back inside to the radio] |
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| Joe: |
Nick! Are you reading me? |
| Nick: |
(to the plane, he can't hear Joe)Fly!..Fly! Golf, Bravo, November,
Romeo, X-ray, Joe? Joe..I dunno if your getting this mate, but I'm
thirty degrees at least off course. It's gonna take me hours
to get back. |
| Joe: |
(into radio)Nick, can you read me? Nick, can you hear
me? Look if this is another one of your jokes, Nick so help me! (time
passes...he hears a plane approaching and runs out to look. It's Nick)
Yes! |
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[Scene: Nick lands the plane and Joe runs back into the office. A policeman
is talking to Phil the guard who points towards Nick. Nick steps out of the
plane and stretches. Police immediately decent upon him! and demand that he
step away from the plane. All the policemen have gas masks on, and some
look like they are from a SWAT team!] |
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| Nick: |
What's going on? Who are you guys? What's happening? |
| Policeman: |
Step away from the plane, move! (pointing a gun towards
Nick)
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[Scene: Men walk towards Nick from every direction, some in radiation suits.
(Referred to as "R suits" in this transcript to distinguish them from police
men! - Liane) Nick doesn't understand what is going on, and is not sure what
to do. Joe comes out of the office and sees what is happening.] |
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| Nick: |
Who are you? (hands are above his head) |
| Man in R suit: |
Stay where you are, stay where you are! |
| Nick: |
There must have been a major cock up! I'm not armed! |
| Man in R suit: |
Keep your hands above your head |
| Nick: |
Who's in charge here? |
| Joe: |
(standing outside the office, seeing what's going on)
Oh no.. |
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[Scene: Two men in red R suits walk towards Nick telling him to keep his
hands in the air, and restrain him, he struggles. A third man in R suit
walks up with a Geiger counter and takes a reading from Nick, it has a lot
of clicks so I assume the reading is above average, and points to Nick
having been exposed to some form of radiation.] |
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| Nick: |
What'cha doing? What'cha doing? (seeing Geiger counter)
What's that for?...What'cha doing? |
| Poilceman: |
All right, put your hands down |
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[Scene: Nick is then handcuffed, and bundled into a car. His plane is
sprayed with white foam until it's completely covered. Nick keeps asking
what is going on, and continues to not get a decent reply!]
[Scene: A security van is driving out from a court house towards a prison. A
voice over is heard while Nick is taken to prison via the van. It is the
judge speaking.] |
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| Judge: |
Nicholas Cameron. You have been found guilty of a crime
which is perhaps the most appalling I have ever confronted. I am
satisfied that the plutonium you were carrying smuggled in from Eastern
Europe was destined for a terrorist cell. The consequences had it reached
it's destination are unimaginable, and your defence has amounted to no
more than a catalogue of coincidence and contrivances. Matched by a
rigid refusal to name your co. conspirators, who so regrettably escaped
the police net. I have no hesitation in handing down the maximum
sentence. You will go to prison for 25 years. |
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[Scene: A solicitors office. Alice Grant is a solicitor giving a presentation
on a case she is working on. It has to do with industrial pollution, and it
is the biggest civil suit her company has. She is standing in front of a
screen onto which a number of different slides are being projected, with the
slide advancer button in her hand. She is talking to 6 people around a table,
when she interrupted by a man called Gordon. Alice is a strong woman of average
height and red hair, approx. mid-late 20's. She is a hard worker and seems very serious. Gordon is
a higher ranking member of the organisation than Alice. Gordon seems like a
slimy man, his body language is that of a man making a pass at Alice.
Something she doesn't want and keeps shrugging off! He is of average height
mid-30's to mid-40's, with a balding head.] |
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| Alice: |
This used to be woodland. (referring to a slide showing
a rather unhealthy looking patch of woodland) Several species of tree,
two of them UN designated as rare or endangered. Now the water table was
polluted, (advances the slide to show a nice healthy woodland) this was
before, and this is after (advances slide again to show another patch of
unhealthy woodland). Now the amount of Hanoi was small but the devastation
was wide spread, it wasn't only fauna and fish that were effected. |
| Gordon: |
Alice, could..I have a word? (walking through the door and
interrupting Alice's presentation) |
| Alice: |
Now? |
| Gordon: |
Now.. |
| Alice: |
Jerry, could you take over please? |
| Jerry: |
(getting up to continue the presentation) This next slide....
(Alice and Gordon go out into the corridor, and start walking towards
her office) |
| Gordon: |
Alice (places his arm around her shoulder, but she shrugs
it off) I'd like you to take a look at this (handing her a file) |
| Alice: |
What is it Gordon? |
| Gordon: |
A case coming to appeal, Nicholas Cameron |
| Alice: |
What the pilot? He said all along he didn't know what he was
carrying didn't he? |
| Gordon: |
Yes. The original innocent abroad. (they get to her
office and walk in) |
| Alice: |
So why me? |
| Gordon: |
Justin was handling it, but he decided to take a
holiday |
| Alice: |
What about Simon? |
| Gordon: |
He doesn't want it |
| Alice: |
And he outranks me. Gordon I am busy |
| Gordon: |
Now your....busier (he leaves her office) |
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[Scene: Alice Grant is arriving at the prison in which Nick is being held.
She arrives at reception.] |
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| Alice: |
Is this the right place for legal visits? (a man behind
the counter obviously nods, or says yes) Nicholas Cameron (handing a
piece of paper over the counter) |
| Man: |
Can I see some ID please. (she shows him her ID)
Thank you. (gives her back the paper) |
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[Scene: Alice moves into what looks like an airport gate complete with an x-ray
machine for bags.] |
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| Guard: |
Briefcase please.. (her briefcase goes through the x-ray
machine) |
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[Scene: Alice walks down a corridor and interrupts a prison guard talking to
someone we can't see. The guard is slightly below average height for a man
but makes up for it in width! He has short black hair and a moustache. His name
is Gimson, although it is unclear if that is his first or last name.] |
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| Alice: |
Alice Grant...(guard turns to face her), to see Nicholas
Cameron |
| Gimson: |
Room Five |
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[Scene: Room Five. Nick is talking to Alice about the appeal. He is dressed
in prison issue clothes, and doesn't look happy. Alice is unconvinced that
he has grounds for appeal without any new evidence, and doesn't sound at all
encouraging. Nick is standing, some times pacing, Alice is sitting down at
a desk.] |
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| Nick: |
Look, I didn't do it! |
| Alice: |
Mr. Cameron please, don't waste my time! |
| Nick: |
What!? |
| Alice: |
The court has already established that you did it.
That was never in doubt. The fact is you flew into this country
with two kilograms of bomb grade plutonium! And if we have any chance
of an appeal it's only in proving that you did it unknowingly.
Which having read the case notes I have every reason to doubt |
| Nick: |
So why 'ya here? |
| Alice: |
Because it's my job...now...shall we begin again?
(Motions for him to sit down) |
| Nick: |
Look, I didn't know (sitting down) |
| Alice: |
All right...If you didn't know what you were carrying
why did you try to avoid radar detection by flying thirty miles out of
your way as you approached the airport? |
| Nick: |
I wasn't avoiding radar, it was the golf clubs! |
| Alice: |
Golfclubs.? |
| Nick: |
I was carrying golf clubs on the plane. The metal
sometimes interferes with the compass. (at Alice's dubious look) Yeah!
it happens! |
| Alice: |
Okay, let's move on. Why did you maintain radio silence
as you came over the north sea? |
| Nick: |
The radio packed in. |
| Alice: |
Isn't that a coincidence. |
| Nick: |
Yeah...NO! There was a storm...it must have shorted out. |
| Alice: |
Okay...let's move on to the prosecutions main point.
Now by law your required to send your flight plans in advance to
the CCU. |
| Nick: |
(interrupting)CCU..customs, yeah. |
| Alice: |
But you didn't. |
| Nick: |
I did! |
| Alice: |
They never received them. |
| Nick: |
That's their problem. |
| Alice: |
No! Mr. Cameron it's yours. It's one of the main
reason your here, and look very likely to stay here. |
| Nick: |
Look, I did send it, I swear to you. I faxed it from
Skipol. |
| Alice: |
What and they lost it? |
| Nick: |
I must have mis-dialed.. |
| Alice: |
Misdialed!? |
| Nick: |
I was distracted! (they exchange glances) So,
what d'ya think? |
| Alice: |
I tell you what I think, a thirty mile diversion caused
by golf clubs. A broken radio, and a mis-dialed number. You've already
used all this at your trial with a spectactular lack of success.
I think your going to have to come up with something better for your
appeal. |
| Nick: |
What's better than the truth? |
| Alice: |
Look, I'll see what I can do. But I might as well tell
you now, if I don't believe you, how can I make a court believe you?
So if you can think of anything else...give me a call. (she leaves) |
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[Scene: Prison governor's office. The Prison Governor is there as well as
Gimson. The governor is mid-late forties, well read and has an air of
authority. However if pushed I suspect he would crumble. His name is
Forstater, and he's eating a yoghurt] |
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| Forstater: |
Cameron? No I don't think I know him. |
| Gimson: |
37155983. |
| Forstater: |
371-double 5-983..Oh yes the pilot...the innocent pilot. |
| Gimson: |
That's what he says. |
| Forstater: |
That which hath wings, shall tell the matter,
(says a name I have no idea how to spell! sounds like a-cle-see-astie)
twenty (he's quoting from something but I'm not sure what! it's a bit
like saying Luke, 20 from the bible...get me?) |
| Gimson: |
Yes Sir...Are you thinking of using him for Guigees?
(pronounced Guy-gees). |
| Forstater: |
I'm thinking of asking him Gimson. |
| Gimson: |
Why him? |
| Forstater: |
He has no friends here...inside or out. |
| Gimson: |
He's a loner yes. |
| Forstater: |
More to the point he insists he's innocent. What does
the good book say? Judge not according to the appearance. We owe it to
him to prove himself Gimson. |
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[Scene: Alice Grant's office. She is sitting on her desk, using the phone.
Gordon walks in. He seems a wee bit peeved!] |
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| Gordon: |
Are you calling every number in the book? |
| Alice: |
No, Gordon..it's this case you gave me (phones phone
down) Nicholas Cameron. |
| Gordon: |
What about it? |
| Alice: |
Well I visited him in prison, and whatever else he is,
he certainly isn't a terrorist. |
| Gordon: |
I don't think anyone ever suggested he was.. |
| Alice: |
But I'm beginning to think he really was completely
unaware of what he was carrying. |
| Gordon: |
Well..he didn't behave that way..(sits on her desk
leaning towards Alice) |
| Alice: |
Yeah I know Gordon. (gets up and moves away! Starts
looking at papers ontop of a filing cabinet) But I've been looking into
his story, and as crazy as it seems it is beginning to check out. The
radio had short circuited, and the metal in the set golf clubs
can in certain circumstances effect a compass. |
| Gordon: |
(looking over the stuff on her desk) That's all well and
good Alice...However I've just been looking at your most recent time sheet. |
| Alice: |
Ah. |
| Gordon: |
And I can't help noticing how much effort you've been
putting into this. |
| Alice: |
Well why not? If he is innocent.. |
| Gordon: |
Justin's back from holiday, maybe we should just hand
the case back to him |
| Alice: |
No! Look Justin already screwed it up once, he didn't
bother to look. |
| Gordon: |
What about the Lawrence case..? |
| Alice: |
I just need a bit more time Gordon, Lawrence.. |
| Gordon: |
(interrupting) is our biggest civil suit! Have you even
managed to trace this chemical..Hanium..? Whatever it is, back to him
yet? |
| Alice: |
No. (sitting back behind her desk) |
| Gordon: |
Then maybe your using these new found detective skills
on the wrong job. |
| Alice: |
I'll get back to it Gordon. |
| Gordon: |
Good...who exactly are you ringing..? |
| Alice: |
Well Nick Cameron said he faxed his flight plan to the
CCU. I'm assuming he's telling the truth and mis-dialed. |
| Gordon: |
And your trying every combination? Rather a long shot
isn't it? |
| Alice: |
Have you got any better ideas? |
| Gordon: |
Yes (leans on her desk) getting on with the Lawrence
case. |
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[Scene: Prison, Nick's cell (#53) Gimson and another guard are there.] |
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Cameron! Governor wants you. |
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[Scene: Forstater's office. He is sitting behind his desk, Cameron is standing
in front, with Gimson in between them.] |
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| Forstater: |
I'm looking for a volunteer 371-double 5-983, it's a
government project, medical research, are you interested? |
| Gimson: |
Answer the governor! |
| Forstater: |
You know any man in this institution would jump at this
opportunity, you should be glad that I've chosen you (silence) Shall I
take that as a no 371-double 5-983..? |
| Nick: |
No..I'm interested. |
| Forstater: |
Good, so you should be. A chance to contribute, to show
that you haven't completely turned your back on society. You'll be taken
from here in a couple days. It will just be for a week or two, Gimson
will handle it. |
| Gimson: |
All right, dismissed. (Nick and him start to leave) |
| Nick: |
Um..what kind of research is it sir..? |
| Forstater: |
Sun tans...since you ask. Oh I don't suppose you thought
you'd be getting one of those for a while.. |
| Nick: |
Oh I dunno, I've got a south facing cell. |
| Gimson: |
I think you'd better hang on to that sense of humour
37155983, you may find you need it. |
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[Scene: Nick is being taken from the prison in a car with blacked out windows
to the Institute where the experiments are going to take place. It looks
like an old stately house, something the national trust would have! Two
people come own the steps to meet him. One is a woman, Ms Jefferies. She is
a strong woman (in character), well spoken of slightly below average height
with brown hair. The other is a man, Dr. Chivers, he is taller with blond
hair. They are both well dressed. Nick is no longer in prison issue clothes,
however he is still handcuffed.] |
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| Ms Jefferies: |
Good morning Mr. Cameron, how was the journey? |
| Nick: |
Long! |
| Ms Jefferies: |
I'm Ms Jefferies, chief administrator at the institute.
my associate Dr. Chivers. (pointing out the man) |
| Chivers: |
Good Morning. |
| Nick: |
Morning. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
We're very grateful to you for volunteering. |
| Nick: |
Ah, I wouldn't go as far as all that! |
| Ms Jefferies: |
We're ready to start straight away if that's all right
with you? (they start to walk up the stairs to the house) |
| Nick: |
Well you've got a lovely day for it. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
(laughs) It'll be warmer inside. (as they go up the stairs
a man can be send from a window. he is wearing a plastic mask which
covers his whole face, with a pair of sunglasses over the top)(reaching
the top of the stairs)Oh I think we can take those off for a start, we
don't have handcuffs here, we're not a prison. |
| Nick: |
Oh? What are we? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
We're Guigees. Please, come this way. (opens front door,
and start their way to a room, via stairs and corridors) Guigees was
originally a government funded institution Mr. Cameron. But then, alas.. |
| Chivers: |
They cut our grant. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Mmm, we're hoping to apply for lottery money. You see we
have a serious problem with the sun. I'm sure you know all about
UV radiation and the ozone layer, oh perhaps you don't? Well, how can I put
it simply? When I was a girl a seaside meant sand castles, donkey rides
and ice creams. Now it means skin cancer and a slow lingering death.
Were her to do something about it. What we've done is to develop a
process to boost the skin's immune system, against the harmful effects
of the sun. The Guigees process, that's what we call it. |
| Nick: |
Is it safe? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
(laughs) Of course it's safe, what we need to know
is, is it effective? That's where you come in. Don't look so worried Mr.
Cameron, we find people are much more concerned than they need to be.
(opens a final door into the experiment room. Sees a girl in a red
jump-suit, with a black suit) Ah Jennifer you have the suit, will you
take Mr. Cameron through please. |
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[Scene: There is no change in scene, but I thought you might like to know
what the room looks like! It is full of people all working on something or
other! There is a table beyond all the computers etc. It has what looks like
a scanner at one end which goes round one side of the table, and moves
along a rail under the table. A bit like a CAT scan machine. The scanner
bit is fairly low over the table, about a foot or so. When in use, it emits
a blue laser light in a triangle, so the face of the triangle travels along
the X-section of the body.] |
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| Nick: |
What is it? |
| Chivers: |
It's a new fabric based on a form of cellulose
acetate, we perfected it here. |
| Nick: |
(going behind a screen) Will it fit? |
| Jennifer: |
Of course it will sir. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
(to a worker in the room) Is everything ready? |
| Worker: |
Yes Ms Jefferies. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Splended. |
| Chivers: |
Ms Jefferies.. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
What is it Chivers? |
| Chivers: |
It's Cameron's medical notes, Forstater sent them over
with him. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Well, is there a problem? |
| Chivers: |
There might be..seems he's recently been exposed to some
sort of radiation. It may have effected his blood cells. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Will it effect the process? |
| Chivers: |
It shouldn't do, but it's an unknown quantity, I'm not
sure it makes him the ideal subject. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Well he's the only one we've got right now Chivers. |
| Nick: |
(now in suit, looking apprehensive) What if I've had
second thoughts? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Why should you have second thoughts Mr. Cameron? |
| Nick: |
Well this was a volunteer job, I thought I could just
un-volunteer (Ms Jefferies snaps her fingers, and two men come and grab
Nick and lead him to the table) No! guys you can't do this to me, you
can't force me to do this! What's happening? Look all right! All right.
(shakes off men and lies down on the table) |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Strap him in. |
| Nick: |
What!? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Make sure the straps are secure, it's for your own
safety Mr. Cameron, just try and relax, try not to struggle it will make
it easier. |
| Chivers: |
(Placing some thing across Nick's eyes) This is only to
protect your eyes. |
| Nick: |
Ah..Look, I really, really think this is a bad idea. |
| Chivers: |
Try and stay calm. |
| Nick: |
There must have been some mistake, look, I know I volunteered,
but it's not too late to stop this... Look I'll be happier back in prison,
I really don't like this... |
| Chivers: |
Right, we're ready, connect the HA-NO-1 |
| Nick: |
Look I'm serious about this, I honestly don't think I'm
the right kind of bloke for this..I mean I'm in terrible shape, terrible
shape. Please I've changed my mind okay..? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Let's start. |
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[Scene: The scanner proceeds to move up and down Nick's body. Everyone else
in the room puts on dark glasses. Nick screams a lot, presumably through pain.
The process ends, and he flops on the table ringing with sweat. We then
switch to an conference room in the institute. Ms Jefferies, Chivers, and the
man in the mask are there as well as others. The one in the mask is at the
head of the table and is referred to as the Head in the credits. Another
man of note is Mr. Lawrence (of the Lawrence case..) he is in his mid-late
forties, with going white hair. He is of average height, and has a few
excess pounds on him!] |
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| The Head: |
Nothing? |
| Chivers: |
No sir, nothing. |
| The Head: |
Ms Jefferies? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
It's very disappointing, that there's no physiological
change at all. |
| The Head: |
Why not?, Why won't it work? Metal plastic even wood,
but not living tissue, why? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
We can't keep him here much longer I'm afraid, there's
been an un-expected development. Cameron's case is about to go to
appeal. |
| The Head: |
What?! |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Fresh evidence, he's got some solicitor working on his
behalf. |
| Lawrence: |
Forstater should have known that before he sent him here.
I mean what if he's released? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Forstater says that's unlikely. |
| Lawrence: |
But if he's in a position to talk, then that could
threaten everything. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
As far as Cameron's concerned he's spent a week here
being tested for sunburn. He doesn't know who we are, or where we are.
He certainly doesn't know the truth. |
| Lawrence: |
He's still dangerous. |
| The Head: |
When does he have to go back? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
We can keep him here for another few days, after that,
I'll deal with him.. |
| The Head: |
For now the experiments must go on. That's what
matters. The Guigees process has to work! (he pours some hot liquid onto
the table. However it is captured in an invisible cup! special FX here
are superb! He drinks from the cup) It has to work!
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[Scene: We see Nick being put through the process again and again. Then we
switch back to the prison. He is being helped back to his cell, as he is
very weak, by two prison guards] |
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| Guard: |
In you go sunshine! Party's over. |
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[Scene: Forstater's office. Ms Jefferies is sitting on his desk, and he is
standing behind it. She is flipping through a book idly] |
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| Ms Jefferies: |
You should have told us about the solicitor Forstater.
That was a serious mistake. |
| Forstater: |
Well, I didn't think she'd get anywhere. Anyway why's
it so important? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
A man lost in the prison system has no voice. It doesn't
matter who he talks to because no-one will listen. That's how we've
always worked. |
| Forstater: |
Yes. |
| Ms Jefferies: |
But a man who might be innocent, a man under investigation.. |
| Forstater: |
Well, there's not much we can do about that is there? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
Oh I think there is...it's messy, and inconvenient. But
Cameron has to disappear, permanently. An accident..a run in with
another inmate, you'll have to deal with it. |
| Forstater: |
ME?! What do you think I am? |
| Ms Jefferies: |
We know what you are Forstater, that's why we employ
you (gets up to leave). Get rid of Cameron before he sees his solicitor
again, then we'll start looking for someone else. (leaves with a smile
on her face) |
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End of Part Two |
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