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Wednesday, January 29, 2014
Tuesday, January 28, 2014
Triacs (9) A Woman's Touch
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
TRIACS (9)
A WOMAN'S TOUCH
INT: DALE CLEVER'S APARTMENT-KITCHEN-5 P.M.
COMING BACK INTO HIS APARTMENT, HE JUST CHILLS WITH A TURKEY SANDWICH, AS HE HEARS A BARRAGE OF SIRENS GOING DOWN THE STREET, TENDING TO THE RENTAL CAR WHICH HAS EXPLODED INTO THE TREE DOWN THE STREET WITH THE NOW MOSTLY CREMATED REMAINS OF CLARICE AND BREVET, DALE JUST SORT OF SNICKERS ABOUT WHAT HAS JUST OCCURRED
AS HE EATS HIS SANDWICH, HE PULLS THE TRIAC OUT OF IT'S SOCK AND LOOKS AT IT, MARVELING AT IT'S COMPLICATED YET SIMPLE DESIGN
DALE STARTS TALKING TO IT
"You my little gem are going to change the course of history...and make me very very happy!
SUDDENLY DOOR BELL RINGS, SHERIFF OFFICER AT DOOR
DALE
"Yes sir, can I help you?"
OFFICER
"Yes sir, we were just doing a house to house to see if you had any knowledge of the incident which just occured down the street?"
DALE
"Incident...thought I heard something, what happened?"
OFFICER
"Well a car slammed into a tree with two adults in it, we were just checking to see if anyone in this vicinity witnessed anything?"
DALE
"No sir, can't help you there...sorry I couldn't be of help!"
OFFICER
"Very good sir, sorry to bother you, have a nice day, thank you!"
DALE
"You too sir..."
DALE CLOSING DOOR FEELING VINDICATED IN ANY CONNECTION TO THE INCIDENT, GOES BACK TO EATING HIS SANDWICH
DECIDES TO GET DRESSED AND GO DOWN TO THE TABBY CAT, A POOL HALL JUST DOWN THE STREET
DRIVING UP, HE WALKS IN AND ORDERS A DRINK, SEE'S SOME OF THE REGULARS PLAYING SOME POOL, GOES AND ORDERS A DRINK
DALE
"Yea, I'll have a Wild Turkey and seven, and a draft!"
BARTENDER
"Okay Dale, how's everything been going?"
DALE
"Oh, just staying busy, you know the grind!"
BARTENDER
"There was this girl that came by looking for you earlier...Jennifer...I don't know what her trip was, but wanted to talk with you about something, real cute too!"
DALE
"How long ago did you say she was here?"
BARTENDER
"Probably about two hours ago, I thought she was somebody you worked with...very business looking, sharp dresser, I don't know...maybe she'll come back around?"
DALE
"I'm not sure, that name doesn't ring a bell..."
(Two Hours Later)
DALE HAS A PRETTY GOOD BUZZ GOING ON AND HAS PLAYED A COUPLE OF DOZEN ROTATIONS OF POOL AND IS SITTING DOWN IN A BOOTH EATING SOME FREE POPCORN THE BARTENDER JUST HANDED OUT TO EVERYONE
SUDDENLY A VERY ATTRACTIVE GIRL COMES AND SITS DOWN WITH DALE IN THE BOOTH
JENNIFER
"Hello Dale, Dale Clever...I'm Jennifer, been looking all over for you...I'm sort of your transfer agent with you know...Siemens...guess they want me to help you get the you know...device to the lab in one piece!"
DALE FEELING NO PAIN IN RESPONSE
"Well Jen...Jennifer, I wouldn't worry to much about the device, it's in good hands, nobody is going to mess with it..."
JENNIFER
"Well, that's probably true, but I just need to verify that it's in your possession and that everything is fine with it, that's all!"
DALE
"Well, if you insist...but we'd have to go back to the house, I have it hidden there...not exactly something you want to just drag around with you?"
JENNIFER
"Oh, I completely understand, hope you don't mind the intrusion, but it's important that we get this little formality out of the way, and I'll be going."
DALE
"Works for me...you want to take your car, I don't like driving till I sober up a bit."
JENNIFER
"This will only take a minute, thanks..."
JENNIFER ARRIVES AT DALE'S APARTMENT PER HIS INSTRUCTIONS, WHICH SHE REALLY DIDN'T EVEN NEED ANYWAY, SINCE SHE KNEW ALL ABOUT DALE AND HIS ANTICS THROUGH GENERAL WELSH
WALKING INTO HIS APARTMENT, JENNIFER LOOKS AROUND
DALE GOES TO HIS BEDROOM FISHING IT OUT OF THE DIRTY CLOTHES HAMPER, STILL IN THE ORIGINAL WHITE SOCK
DALE
"Here it is Jen, the magic box to change the world!"
JENNIFER INSPECTS IT, MARVELING AT IT'S ORIGINAL DESIGN
JENNIFER
"Wow, so this is it, this is what all the fuss is about...can't believe this thing is so small..."
DALE
"Yet, completely deadly...if you got bullet around, it will blow you up...not a toy!"
JENNIFER
"Yea, I heard this device resonates with hydrogen, don't know everything, but I know that Siemens put a lot of money into the development..."
DALE
"Well, that's enough information, bout all I can offer anyway!"
JENNIFER
"Could I bother you for a drink or something...I really like your place by the way?"
DALE
"Sure, what you have?"
JENNIFER
"Maybe a whisky, I've been on my feet all day...looks like your the only one relaxing around here, that's not right!"
JENNIFER TAKES OFF HER PUMPS, FOLDING HER LEGS UP ON THE COUCH
DALE LOOKS AT HER BODY, SEEING SUDDEN OPPORTUNITY, HE HURRIEDLY GOES INTO THE KITCHEN, GETTING TWO GLASSES
DALE
"Hey, you want some ice?"
JENNIFER
"Sure, all work and no play make me a cranky woman..."
DALE
"Can't have that...how long you been doing the security thing anyway?"
JENNIFER
"Oh about a year, at least out of this sector, been all over the place!"
DALE COMES BACK INTO LIVING ROOM WITH THE TWO DRINKS
JENNIFER SENSES OPPORTUNITY
"Oh Dale, could I bother you for a wedge of lemon or something, kind of tartan this up just a bit?"
DALE
"Sure, one second..."
RUNNING BACK INTO KITCHEN, DIGGING IN THE REFRIGERATOR, FINDING A BOTTLE OF LEMON JUICE
JENNIFER SPLITS A TRANQUILIZER AND DUMPS THE CONTENTS INTO DALE'S DRINK, GIVES IT A QUICK STIR
DALE
"All I've got is this stuff...nothing fresh...sorry about that!"
JENNIFER
"Oh, that's okay, come on and sit down...let's get friendly why don't we?"
DALE IS ALL SMILES, HE JUST CAN'T BELIEVE HIS LUCK TONIGHT
(3 Hours Later)
DALE WAKES UP SCRATCHING HIS HEAD, LAYING ON FLOOR
JENNIFER NO WHERE IN SIGHT, HE LOOKS OUT DOOR, CAR IS GONE
DALE TALKING TO HIMSELF
"Well, son of a bitch..she just took off on my ass!"
SUDDENLY HE GETS THIS BE WORRIED LOOK, LOOKING AROUND, THE SOCK WITH THE TRIAC IS MISSING
THINKING HE MIGHT HAVE MISPLACED IT, HE STARTS TEARING UP THE ROOM
HE REALIZES HE'S BEEN TAKEN BY THE OVERLY FRIENDLY GIRL
TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE HE ALSO REALIZES THAT HIS CAR IS BACK AT THE BAR AND HE'D HAVE TO TAKE A CAB BACK THERE
NOT KNOWING WHO TO CONTACT HE DECIDES TO TAKE A CHANCE AND CALL GENERAL WELCH
BY WAY OF SHEER LUCK, GENERAL WELSH ANSWERS PHONE
WELSH
"Yea Clever, what you want?"
DALE
"General, your not going to believe this, but I think I was just scammed out of the device!"
WELCH
"What the hell you talking about, can't you keep an eye on anything, all you had to do is take it to the lab...what happened?"
DALE
"I'm not sure, you didn't hear about Siemens having some kind of security detail or anything did you?"
WELCH
"Not to my knowledge...you better find that thing or we may have to hunt you down...never really trusted you anyway...go back track, look around, call out the dogs, find that thing, bye!"
DALE JUST LOOKS COMPLETELY STUNNED
(scene switch)
GENERAL WELSH'S LIVING ROOM
JENNIFER IS LAYING ON HIS COUCH
TRIAC SITTING ON TABLE IN WHITE SOCK
JENNIFER
"Guess he's kind of losing it right now...you think?"
GENERAL WELSH
"I would think so...it would be a miracle if he doesn't commit suicide or something...now about that deal?"
scene close
Monday, January 27, 2014
Triacs (8) Borrowed Time
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
TRIACS (8)
BORROWED TIME
ENT: PALMDALE MUNITIONS FACILITY-GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE
AFTER AGREEING THAT SINCE SIEMENS FUNDED THE PROJECT AND HAS THE PRODUCTION FACILITIES TO REPRODUCE THE TRIAC, THAT DALE CLEVER SHOULD BE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR TAKING OFF THE PROPERTY
GENERAL WELSH
"Now try to keep in mind that your carrying a device that could and can change the course of the world, the underground will do most anything to get that design down!"
CLEVER
"Don't think that I'm already a little nervous about all this, but look...it's still in this spare sock...looks pretty natural to me, you'd have to really be doing some looking around to find this thing...assuming you would even know what you were looking for!"
WELSH
"That's true, but I'm not even sure if was an FBI debriefing or just something that's going to pass at first like a black-ops program?"
CLEVER
"What would be the difference?
WELSH
"One is already paid for, as the other raises flags and is considered suspicious...big difference!"
CLEVER
"Well, let me get going...I'll give you a call when I get over to my office!"
WELSH
"Actually don't, just go make your little copies and we'll hook up later, all this uncertainty is making me nervous as it is!"
CLEVER
"I just hope I get back to the office...me and my spare sock...what a pair we make!"
(2 Hours Later)
CLEVER PULLS INTO HIS DRIVEWAY, SEEING AN ALAMO RENTAL TAG ON A WHITE IMPALA, TWO TALL GERMAN GUYS GET OUT TO GREET HIM, IT'S CLARISE AND BREVET, THE SAME GUYS HE HIRED THROUGH SIEMENS TO GET THE TRIAC TO START WITH
CLEVER SEE'S THEM BOTH JUMPING OUT OF CAR, HE HAS NO WHERE TO GO, NOTHING TO DEFEND HIMSELF WITH, THEY BOTH HAVE PISTOLS, AND HE IMMEDIATELY PUTS HIS HANDS UP
CLEVER
"Hey guys, what's up?"
CLARISE
"You...where is the device, we know you have the Triac?"
CLEVER
"Perhaps I have nothing, but you look and see if there is anything you'd like to take home...speaking of which, why did you decide to stick around...Sheriff Department is going to frown on you guys still being here!"
BREVET
"Of course, we try your serum on that Billings and he die, why...you promise us an easy take down, an easy hit, instead now you are making us look bad, like idiots...you can get us out of the country, but we must have device...you give it now...maybe you live, maybe you don't!
CLEVER
"I'll keep this simple, I didn't screw this up, because I was getting my operatives through a black-op group...don't know what authority they had over you guys even coming over here, but as far as I'm concerned, we all got shafted on this little expedition...don't blame me for this crap...it just happened!"
CLARISE
"Then you have device, what does it look like?
CLEVER REACHES INTO HIS ATTACHE CASE AND PULLS OUT THE ONE LONE WHITE SOCK AND HANDS IT TO BREVET
CLEVER
"I don't wanna get shot, I wish to live, and if you want something to write home about, here is your device, have fun...I'm going inside and take a shower, when I come out, what am I suppose to do if I find it missing...call the police, what?"
CLARISE DIGGING VIENNA-SIZED TRIAC CANISTER OUT OF SOCK, LOOKING AT IT
BREVET
"What does this do again, it just looks like...something you eat?"
CLEVER
"It's a three-stage harmonic hydrogen resonator, it's not a toy...it cause's gunpowder to react, be very careful with it, I'm not even sure if the batteries are still in it, try the switch?"
BREVET
"Are you for real, I see the batteries in the bottom, so what...you just flip the switch?"
CLEVER
"Yea, see if it works!"
BREVET STILL HOLDING GUN IN ONE HAND AND CLARICE ABOUT 3 FEET AWAY HOLDING HIS TO CLEVER'S HEAD, BREVET ACTIVATES TRIAC, CAUSING BOTH GUNS TO BLOW THEIR HANDS OFF AS THE SIGNAL TRANSMITS
BOTH GUYS SCREAMING AS CLEVER REACHES OVER GRABBING TRIAC FROM BREVET, GIVING THEM NO HELP, HE PUSHES THEM INTO THE BACK SEAT OF THE RENTED IMPALA, PUTS THE CAR INTO GEAR, PICKS UP WHAT'S LEFT OF THEIR HANDS AND THROWS THEM INTO THE FRONT SEAT, AND TAKES A NEW YELLOW PAGE DIRECTORY HE SEE'S LAYING IN HIS FRONT YARD AND THROWS IT ON THE ACCELERATOR PEDAL
CLARICE AND BREVET START SCREAMING AS THEIR CAR GOES SCREAMING DOWN THE STREET AND EXPLODES INTO TREE
CLEVER TALKING TO HIMSELF TURNING OFF TRIAC
"Guess the batteries were good, boy...do I need a shower!"
scene close
TRIACS (8)
BORROWED TIME
ENT: PALMDALE MUNITIONS FACILITY-GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE
AFTER AGREEING THAT SINCE SIEMENS FUNDED THE PROJECT AND HAS THE PRODUCTION FACILITIES TO REPRODUCE THE TRIAC, THAT DALE CLEVER SHOULD BE THE ONE RESPONSIBLE FOR TAKING OFF THE PROPERTY
GENERAL WELSH
"Now try to keep in mind that your carrying a device that could and can change the course of the world, the underground will do most anything to get that design down!"
CLEVER
"Don't think that I'm already a little nervous about all this, but look...it's still in this spare sock...looks pretty natural to me, you'd have to really be doing some looking around to find this thing...assuming you would even know what you were looking for!"
WELSH
"That's true, but I'm not even sure if was an FBI debriefing or just something that's going to pass at first like a black-ops program?"
CLEVER
"What would be the difference?
WELSH
"One is already paid for, as the other raises flags and is considered suspicious...big difference!"
CLEVER
"Well, let me get going...I'll give you a call when I get over to my office!"
WELSH
"Actually don't, just go make your little copies and we'll hook up later, all this uncertainty is making me nervous as it is!"
CLEVER
"I just hope I get back to the office...me and my spare sock...what a pair we make!"
(2 Hours Later)
CLEVER PULLS INTO HIS DRIVEWAY, SEEING AN ALAMO RENTAL TAG ON A WHITE IMPALA, TWO TALL GERMAN GUYS GET OUT TO GREET HIM, IT'S CLARISE AND BREVET, THE SAME GUYS HE HIRED THROUGH SIEMENS TO GET THE TRIAC TO START WITH
CLEVER SEE'S THEM BOTH JUMPING OUT OF CAR, HE HAS NO WHERE TO GO, NOTHING TO DEFEND HIMSELF WITH, THEY BOTH HAVE PISTOLS, AND HE IMMEDIATELY PUTS HIS HANDS UP
CLEVER
"Hey guys, what's up?"
CLARISE
"You...where is the device, we know you have the Triac?"
CLEVER
"Perhaps I have nothing, but you look and see if there is anything you'd like to take home...speaking of which, why did you decide to stick around...Sheriff Department is going to frown on you guys still being here!"
BREVET
"Of course, we try your serum on that Billings and he die, why...you promise us an easy take down, an easy hit, instead now you are making us look bad, like idiots...you can get us out of the country, but we must have device...you give it now...maybe you live, maybe you don't!
CLEVER
"I'll keep this simple, I didn't screw this up, because I was getting my operatives through a black-op group...don't know what authority they had over you guys even coming over here, but as far as I'm concerned, we all got shafted on this little expedition...don't blame me for this crap...it just happened!"
CLARISE
"Then you have device, what does it look like?
CLEVER REACHES INTO HIS ATTACHE CASE AND PULLS OUT THE ONE LONE WHITE SOCK AND HANDS IT TO BREVET
CLEVER
"I don't wanna get shot, I wish to live, and if you want something to write home about, here is your device, have fun...I'm going inside and take a shower, when I come out, what am I suppose to do if I find it missing...call the police, what?"
CLARISE DIGGING VIENNA-SIZED TRIAC CANISTER OUT OF SOCK, LOOKING AT IT
BREVET
"What does this do again, it just looks like...something you eat?"
CLEVER
"It's a three-stage harmonic hydrogen resonator, it's not a toy...it cause's gunpowder to react, be very careful with it, I'm not even sure if the batteries are still in it, try the switch?"
BREVET
"Are you for real, I see the batteries in the bottom, so what...you just flip the switch?"
CLEVER
"Yea, see if it works!"
BREVET STILL HOLDING GUN IN ONE HAND AND CLARICE ABOUT 3 FEET AWAY HOLDING HIS TO CLEVER'S HEAD, BREVET ACTIVATES TRIAC, CAUSING BOTH GUNS TO BLOW THEIR HANDS OFF AS THE SIGNAL TRANSMITS
BOTH GUYS SCREAMING AS CLEVER REACHES OVER GRABBING TRIAC FROM BREVET, GIVING THEM NO HELP, HE PUSHES THEM INTO THE BACK SEAT OF THE RENTED IMPALA, PUTS THE CAR INTO GEAR, PICKS UP WHAT'S LEFT OF THEIR HANDS AND THROWS THEM INTO THE FRONT SEAT, AND TAKES A NEW YELLOW PAGE DIRECTORY HE SEE'S LAYING IN HIS FRONT YARD AND THROWS IT ON THE ACCELERATOR PEDAL
CLARICE AND BREVET START SCREAMING AS THEIR CAR GOES SCREAMING DOWN THE STREET AND EXPLODES INTO TREE
CLEVER TALKING TO HIMSELF TURNING OFF TRIAC
"Guess the batteries were good, boy...do I need a shower!"
scene close
Smartphone Zombies
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
SMARTPHONE ZOMBIES
There was a time when we used'd to use CB radios and pocket pagers to interact with the unknown public. Perhaps I could have figured out about digital, but anything using digital formats and the associated sampling and algorithms just associated, was beyond anything I had ever studied!
The important thing to note is that technology was moving at supersonic levels, we were taking open communications to the next level of access and availability. I'll never forget the first cell phone I was availed to. It was a Motorola 3000, about the size of a walky-talky and cost $1.75 cents a minute coming and going. Never forget my first bill was something like $360 for the first month, then I learned not to just receive calls willy-nilly!
Anyway, as time went on...I was introduced to the video games, the Internet porn push for wideband activity (yea, if it wasn't for porn, there wasn't much push to get beyond simple keystroking), anyway, as time developed...the technology pushed forward into the computer world where programs could be packaged up and sold as original works of thought.
The idea of switching mechanisms for cell tower transfer became more and more improved until companies were able to provide phones that tapped into the Internet, provided a hot spot, created it's own GPS, web directory, IP, and identity. To simplify the discussion, within ten years we went from a cell phone to text and call, to this whole society of people that stare at their smart phones with more passion than anything or anyone around them.
In a sense, it's really sad watching a loving couple texting each other as they sit across at the same table. What has occurred when we all sit, staring at our screens while a potential friend, lover, or business associate awaits our attention? I could blame this on the gamers, but hey, at least they're doing something. But people who really don't move with purpose to start with, feel superiority and meaning when staring into the depths of the applications, somehow feeling important, of substance...like when people get on Facebook or Skipjack...such crap is such a falsehood that I'm really getting concerned about...where our society is heading here!
In the meantime, be aware that the slightest hick-up or solar flare could cause the system to flutter or fail. Wouldn't take much for the Smartphone Zombies (and that's just what they look like, too), to be driven to the realities of the real world where they have to interact and behave like social creatures again. Ever seen those without service, down on a charge, perhaps left they're charging unit at home, haven't paid their phone bills in time. It's really pathetic watching these people go through their withdraws.
This persistence to draw ourselves from normal conversation is slowing putting us into a co-existence of depravity and decadence. It's not healthy to put all our belief into a device that may be cancelled at any given burp of the sun, or at best...a tumor to our system from being so close to the microwave energy permeating from the device itself! Not to mention the money spent just sponsoring a popular cell-phone program that actually only benefits the well-heeled owners of the networks, cell networks, and their associated apps and systems!
I guess what's really sad, is seeing young kids and adults grow up without any real interaction to others, hiding behind the blare of their phones...it only discourages social and people interactions within our society. It's not a healthy trend, but those that know nothing else will hold on to these devices as though it is life itself. And so, I have no Love for these devices, but I do understand the weakness toward them, they have no substance, weak people they are for sure, no self-esteem, but with a device, their smartphone...suddenly they feel important, I am someone!
In closing, I did an Apple 4 for about 3months and turned it back in...damn thing was beeping, buzzing, reminding me when to take a shit, take the dog for a walk(and I don't even have a dog), when to plug it in, it was like a cranky girlfriend I had to carry around in my hand. I have a flip-phone that I call and text with, I communicate with those who aren't buried into their devices, and yes...once in a while I smile and meet people in person. Unusual I know, but pretty cool when it happens!
Wednesday, January 22, 2014
The Curse Of The Writer
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
THE CURSE OF THE WRITER
This is a simple self-observation of a writer, a mind-set...
Beyond the point of wanting to jot an idea or two down, developing a script from basically nothing, originating a plot line, originating characters, giving them personalities, their idiosyncrasies, direction, and passions, it's a self-absorption of my personal abilities to create from what seems to be thin air, when in reality my major influences come from my buds up in the spirit world...I just work the pen so to speak!
It's a self-absorbing passion either way, as you either devote yourself to the craft or coast along it's brows never making a real commitment. I compare my focus, to equate a passion, fetish, almost medicinal against some fear of complacency...can't have that!
As one who in previous, played the businessman, technician, and engineer for many years, I found frustration in never putting ideas on paper. I stared at piles of uncompleted scripts, outlines, and scenarios which never came to fruition...frustrated with what was missing within myself, I qualm the silence by drinking a lot. I know, that's a poor excuse, but in retrospect, but in a strange way...I had to experience that part of my life to understand, to appreciate the gift I was given...like the Blues, you can't feel the emotion unless you've been there.
But, the point is, I eventually dropped everything to become that writer I had always envisioned. I tool a tremendous penalty for following through with my perceived selfishness, but in a way...it was rebirth of faith, within myself, from the passing of my Mom, and for all the Loved one's around me, that never quite understood my direction!
I've never been an easy person to know. Entertainers by nature are either glib, egotistical, or so private your not sure where they're coming from? But, whether your in front of the camera, behind it, or just standing to the side, your work must provide that misunderstood frenzy, that need, that desire to entertain your audience, big or small...
Each writer has their own voice, that's probably why I watch so little of other's work. It's my way of ensuring that my plots and story lines are original, entertaining, and most importantly, there's never any problem with being typecast or called down for being plagiarised!
Just like many hobbies and professions, there are many Writer's Clubs, group discussions, and panels of so-called experts who think they know what's best. I'm not one to attend these functions, as I feel as though I'm just wasting time, when I could be constructing content!
All and all, it appears lonely and repetitive...and I would say yes, it can be misunderstood by others. But, like anything in life, it's a passion, it satisfies me, and ultimately I "will" leave behind a body of work long after I have expired. Stay tuned, I have a lot of blank pages to fill in...
Kirk Carter
January 22, 2014
Tuesday, January 21, 2014
Triacs (7) Presentation
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
TRIACS (7)
PRESENTATION
EXT: PALMDALE MUNITIONS FACILITY-PARKING LOT-MONDAY-8 P.M.
ALTHOUGH NOT EXPECTED FOR THE PRESENTATION MEETING TILL 9 A.M., CLAIRE AND BEN BROACH ARE OUTSIDE IN HIS OVERLOADED JEEP EATING CHEESE BLITZES AND ENJOYING A THERMOS OF WELL-CRAFTED COFFEE
BEN
"This is some great coffee Claire, sure makes a difference when you slow drip this stuff!"
CLAIRE
"Well, just for you...it is the big day, but I still can't believe this about Doctor Billings...is this going to interfere with what we're trying to do?"
BEN
"As word gets out we might have to take that trip a little early, like when we did that three point three gigahertz brain blaster design...I mean I didn't even have the completed device and they were already hunting me down...those Hydrotech people couldn't keep a secret if the world was coming to an end!"
CLAIRE
"Yea, but it was pretty effective in the Gulf War, had all them Islamic Radicals coming out of their tents like they were own fire..."
BEN
"And what surprised me was that it worked on caves, too...at those frequencies you would think it would have been more directional, but it turns out it refracted along the walls like an echo."
CLAIRE
"So, depending on how this little guy does, you think we should just disappear for a little while?"
BEN
"Once the the prototype has been delivered, our job is complete, we have developed, proven the design, and developed the mock-up...our job has essentially been done, we get our funding and move on to higher grounds...let's just hope this all goes smoothly!"
CLAIRE
"You want this last blintz?"
BEN
"I'm not even suppose to be eating all this cheese as it is, but these are so addicting...was wondering what you were doing last night, must have taken you forever?"
CLAIRE
"For you my Love...oh, here come some guards, what's up?"
BEN
"I had requested an escort to the meeting room, really didn't want to take any chances with this thing...like I said, we delivery, do the presentation, activate the device, show 'em it works, and hopefully get the heck out of there before any....well you know?"
GUARDS WALK UP TO BEN'S JEEP
GUARD
"Good morning sir, are we ready for the walk?"
BEN
"Sure am, just wish you wouldn't word it like that...sounds like your taking me to the chambers or something...oh well, ready Dear?"
CLAIRE
"It's in my purse...ya know?"
BEN
"Right where the good stuff is...the dummy be in the..."
CLAIRE
"Yes Dear, let's not keep the General waiting shall we?"
WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY, THE GUARDS START TO DO A QUICK SCAN OF THE COUPLE AT THE GUARD GATE
DETECTOR GIVING OUT LOUD SHRIEK AS HE PASSES THE WAND BY CLAIRE'S BAG
GATE GUARD
"Mam, would you mind me taking a look?"
CLAIRE
"Well, you can look, just don't touch...it's the reason we're here, understand?"
GATE GUARD
"Yes mam, I'll just look..."
LOOKING IN HER PURSE, HE SEE'S MAKE-UP, TAMPONS, AND SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE A CAN OF VIENNA SAUSAGES
GATE GUARD
"What is that Mam?"
CLAIRE
"It's my lunch...you said you would just look...if you must know, it's why we're here...understand me young man?"
OTHER GUARDS LOOKING AT THEM, GATE GUARD JUST PULLS BACK
GATE GUARD
"Yes Mam, go on head..."
CLAIRE
"Thank you, come on Ben!"
GOING DOWN THE THREE FLOORS ON THE ELEVATOR, THEY WALK DOWN TO GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE, TAPPING ON DOOR
GENERAL WELSH
"Please come in you two!"
BEN
"Good morning, what have you learned about Doctor Billings, what happened exactly...the news was all sketchy?"
GENERAL WELSH
"Can't say for sure myself, that's the problem with security breeches, assuming that it was a breech that is, haven't been able to do much myself...typical internal investigations...take forever!"
TAPPING ON DOOR, GUARD ANNOUNCES
GUARD
"Sir, Mister Clever with Siemens has just shown up, did you wish to see him now?"
GENERAL WELSH, LOOKING CONCERNED, LIKE BEING CAUGHT IN AN AWKWARD POSITION, CLEARS HIS THROAT
WELSH
"Why of course, please escort the gentleman to the office."
BEN
"He is our financier sir, I would have thought he would have already be waiting for us...is anything wrong?"
WELSH
"No, no...thought he wasn't coming this early, that's all..."
CLEVER WALKING INTO OFFICE, LOOKING AROUND, NERVOUSLY
DALE CLEVER
"Good morning everyone, did you hear anything about Doctor Billings?
TOTAL SILENCE, WHILE BEN AND CLAIRE LOOK AT EACH OTHER WITH A LOOK OF CONCERN
BEN
"Well, I haven't...apparently neither has anybody else, so let's get down to business shall we?"
CLAIRE REACHES INTO HER PURSE AND PRODUCES A BULKY WHITE SOCK
BEN TAKES IT AND PULLS THE DEVICE OUT
WELSH
"Is this what I think it is?"
BEN PULLS OUT THE DEVICE AND HOLD IT IN HIS HAND
BEN
"This gentlemen, is the Triac!
CLEVER AND WELSH JUST STARE AT IT, LIKE HUNGRY DOGS WAITING ON BEING TOLD TO EAT
CLEVER
"Is this the operational prototype?"
BEN
"Yes, and when I put some batteries into it, and flip the switch, it will become a lethal weapon of dynamic destruction..."
CLAIRE
"Or in other words, keep your powder away!"
BEN
"Mister Clever, as per your specifications, we have mastered the quest for the resonance of hydrogenic resonance in a flaked capacity, our work has been done...if you would like to go down the hall to the shielding room, I would be more than happy to show you it's operation?"
WELSH AND CLEVER SHAKING HEADS
WELSH
"Of course Ben, let's make sure this puppy does as you say!"
(30 minutes later)
A TRAY OF BLACK POWDER HAS BEEN PLACED IN THE SHIELDED ROOM
BEN PLACES TWO NINE VOLT RADIO BATTERIES INTO PLUG SOCKETS ON DEVICE
LOOKING AROUND, MAKING SURE NO GUARDS ARE PRESENT, HE ANNOUNCES ACTIVATION
BEN
"Activating device...5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
BEN PULLS POWER SWITCH ON TRIAC CANISTER
GENERAL WELSH COMMENTS
WELSH
"But, Ben, nothing is happening?"
BEN SMILES
BEN
"Now, watch as I walk into the shielded room..."
AS SOON AS BEN OPENS THE GROUNDED-GRID DOOR TO THE ROOM, THE TRAY OF POWDER PUFFS INTO SMOKE
WELSH AND CLEVER BOTH SMILE DOING A THUMBS UP
CLEVER
"Well, that is really amazing Mister Broach, now how long can you operate something like that?"
BEN
"Well, if you were to keep it on all the time, it would be effective for about three hours, but if you pulsed it, perhaps ten, with an external power supply, solar cell, just about anything that makes juice, it would essentially be a security block against anyone carrying a gun, missile's, hand grenades, anything which had gunpowder in it...a totally deadly military weapon in the palm of your hand...now gentlemen, did you wish to finalise things, we have other work to do!"
WELSH
"Just like that, you are turning the device over?"
CLAIRE REACHING OVER INTO BEN'S CASE AND PULLING OUT DUMMY REPLICA
"Of course, we have copy's available for a little extra, but for the most part...here's your prototype, you have the schematics, so it's up to your production division from this part?"
CLEVER
"So, you have two...two of these ready to go?"
BEN
"Your getting one for now, if you have any trouble reproducing this device..."
CLAIRE
"Or back engineering it into something smaller, which I believe you had first requested anyway, then we can offer some logistical recommendations and perhaps assembly assistance..."
BEN
"But, right now, here is a device as requested in the contract, our we in agreement...Mister Clever?"
CLEVER CAUGHT IN A DREAM STATE, COMES BACK TO REALITY
BEN
"Dale, Dale...earth calling Clever...are you home sir?"
CLEVER
"Oh yes, sorry...long night...haven't been sleeping well, ah yes...you have the contracts, give me a pen!"
BEN
"Thank you sir, if you would sign this General."
WELSH
"Yes, of course!"
BEN
"Okay, we will look for our balance to show up on our account, shall we say...by tomorrow morning?"
CLEVER
"Of course, are you in rush for anything Ben?"
BEN
"Lot's of projects, science doesn't wait!"
CLAIRE
"Blank page doesn't fill itself, plus Ben was taking me to get my nails done!"
BEN
"It's pedicure day for my special day...Love them pretty toes!
CLAIRE AND BEN EXIT, AS CLEVER AND WELSH LOOK AT EACH OTHER
WELSH WHISPERS TO CLEVER
WELSH
"So much for trying to make them disappear?"
CLEVER
"Well, maybe it wasn't needed, they seem pretty self-absorbed anyway, like water falling off a ducks back, but we'll see what happens...if they become a problem...we know what to do!"
BEN AND CLAIRE GET INTO JEEP OUT IN PARKING LOT
CLAIRE
"Rather hasty exit, you weren't a little nervous were you?"
BEN
"Does the phrase ebbie-jeebies mean anything...I could feel the tension in there, there was something going on, something wasn't right, did you notice the way both of them were just staring at the floor, like they hoped we didn't notice them?"
CLAIRE
"I don't know, they just seemed...well, now that you mention it, they did seem a little tense, a little preoccupied with something...not sure what though!"
BEN
"I'll tell you, when I was doing my telepathy exercises a while back, I think they intended on killing us, that's just what I felt, and that's just the way I'm thinking!"
CLAIRE
"That's silly, what are you talking about?"
BEN
"Tomorrow...we go to Saint John's for a couple of weeks!"
REACHING INTO HIS COAT POCKET, HE PRODUCES TWO AIRLINE TICKETS
CLAIRE EMBRACES HIM
CLAIRE
"Oh Dear, you kept your promises...thank you!"
BEN
"It's my little way of thanking you for the blintzes..."
CLAIRE
"Heck, if I get this for making a dozen blitzes, I need to get my butt into the kitchen a little more often!"
BEN
"Hey, aren't we forgetting something?"
CLAIRE
"What?"
BEN
"Let's go get those toes done girl!"
scene close
ALTHOUGH NOT EXPECTED FOR THE PRESENTATION MEETING TILL 9 A.M., CLAIRE AND BEN BROACH ARE OUTSIDE IN HIS OVERLOADED JEEP EATING CHEESE BLITZES AND ENJOYING A THERMOS OF WELL-CRAFTED COFFEE
BEN
"This is some great coffee Claire, sure makes a difference when you slow drip this stuff!"
CLAIRE
"Well, just for you...it is the big day, but I still can't believe this about Doctor Billings...is this going to interfere with what we're trying to do?"
BEN
"As word gets out we might have to take that trip a little early, like when we did that three point three gigahertz brain blaster design...I mean I didn't even have the completed device and they were already hunting me down...those Hydrotech people couldn't keep a secret if the world was coming to an end!"
CLAIRE
"Yea, but it was pretty effective in the Gulf War, had all them Islamic Radicals coming out of their tents like they were own fire..."
BEN
"And what surprised me was that it worked on caves, too...at those frequencies you would think it would have been more directional, but it turns out it refracted along the walls like an echo."
CLAIRE
"So, depending on how this little guy does, you think we should just disappear for a little while?"
BEN
"Once the the prototype has been delivered, our job is complete, we have developed, proven the design, and developed the mock-up...our job has essentially been done, we get our funding and move on to higher grounds...let's just hope this all goes smoothly!"
CLAIRE
"You want this last blintz?"
BEN
"I'm not even suppose to be eating all this cheese as it is, but these are so addicting...was wondering what you were doing last night, must have taken you forever?"
CLAIRE
"For you my Love...oh, here come some guards, what's up?"
BEN
"I had requested an escort to the meeting room, really didn't want to take any chances with this thing...like I said, we delivery, do the presentation, activate the device, show 'em it works, and hopefully get the heck out of there before any....well you know?"
GUARDS WALK UP TO BEN'S JEEP
GUARD
"Good morning sir, are we ready for the walk?"
BEN
"Sure am, just wish you wouldn't word it like that...sounds like your taking me to the chambers or something...oh well, ready Dear?"
CLAIRE
"It's in my purse...ya know?"
BEN
"Right where the good stuff is...the dummy be in the..."
CLAIRE
"Yes Dear, let's not keep the General waiting shall we?"
WALKING DOWN THE HALLWAY, THE GUARDS START TO DO A QUICK SCAN OF THE COUPLE AT THE GUARD GATE
DETECTOR GIVING OUT LOUD SHRIEK AS HE PASSES THE WAND BY CLAIRE'S BAG
GATE GUARD
"Mam, would you mind me taking a look?"
CLAIRE
"Well, you can look, just don't touch...it's the reason we're here, understand?"
GATE GUARD
"Yes mam, I'll just look..."
LOOKING IN HER PURSE, HE SEE'S MAKE-UP, TAMPONS, AND SOMETHING THAT LOOKS LIKE A CAN OF VIENNA SAUSAGES
GATE GUARD
"What is that Mam?"
CLAIRE
"It's my lunch...you said you would just look...if you must know, it's why we're here...understand me young man?"
OTHER GUARDS LOOKING AT THEM, GATE GUARD JUST PULLS BACK
GATE GUARD
"Yes Mam, go on head..."
CLAIRE
"Thank you, come on Ben!"
GOING DOWN THE THREE FLOORS ON THE ELEVATOR, THEY WALK DOWN TO GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE, TAPPING ON DOOR
GENERAL WELSH
"Please come in you two!"
BEN
"Good morning, what have you learned about Doctor Billings, what happened exactly...the news was all sketchy?"
GENERAL WELSH
"Can't say for sure myself, that's the problem with security breeches, assuming that it was a breech that is, haven't been able to do much myself...typical internal investigations...take forever!"
TAPPING ON DOOR, GUARD ANNOUNCES
GUARD
"Sir, Mister Clever with Siemens has just shown up, did you wish to see him now?"
GENERAL WELSH, LOOKING CONCERNED, LIKE BEING CAUGHT IN AN AWKWARD POSITION, CLEARS HIS THROAT
WELSH
"Why of course, please escort the gentleman to the office."
BEN
"He is our financier sir, I would have thought he would have already be waiting for us...is anything wrong?"
WELSH
"No, no...thought he wasn't coming this early, that's all..."
CLEVER WALKING INTO OFFICE, LOOKING AROUND, NERVOUSLY
DALE CLEVER
"Good morning everyone, did you hear anything about Doctor Billings?
TOTAL SILENCE, WHILE BEN AND CLAIRE LOOK AT EACH OTHER WITH A LOOK OF CONCERN
BEN
"Well, I haven't...apparently neither has anybody else, so let's get down to business shall we?"
CLAIRE REACHES INTO HER PURSE AND PRODUCES A BULKY WHITE SOCK
BEN TAKES IT AND PULLS THE DEVICE OUT
WELSH
"Is this what I think it is?"
BEN PULLS OUT THE DEVICE AND HOLD IT IN HIS HAND
BEN
"This gentlemen, is the Triac!
CLEVER AND WELSH JUST STARE AT IT, LIKE HUNGRY DOGS WAITING ON BEING TOLD TO EAT
CLEVER
"Is this the operational prototype?"
BEN
"Yes, and when I put some batteries into it, and flip the switch, it will become a lethal weapon of dynamic destruction..."
CLAIRE
"Or in other words, keep your powder away!"
BEN
"Mister Clever, as per your specifications, we have mastered the quest for the resonance of hydrogenic resonance in a flaked capacity, our work has been done...if you would like to go down the hall to the shielding room, I would be more than happy to show you it's operation?"
WELSH AND CLEVER SHAKING HEADS
WELSH
"Of course Ben, let's make sure this puppy does as you say!"
(30 minutes later)
A TRAY OF BLACK POWDER HAS BEEN PLACED IN THE SHIELDED ROOM
BEN PLACES TWO NINE VOLT RADIO BATTERIES INTO PLUG SOCKETS ON DEVICE
LOOKING AROUND, MAKING SURE NO GUARDS ARE PRESENT, HE ANNOUNCES ACTIVATION
BEN
"Activating device...5, 4, 3, 2, 1...
BEN PULLS POWER SWITCH ON TRIAC CANISTER
GENERAL WELSH COMMENTS
WELSH
"But, Ben, nothing is happening?"
BEN SMILES
BEN
"Now, watch as I walk into the shielded room..."
AS SOON AS BEN OPENS THE GROUNDED-GRID DOOR TO THE ROOM, THE TRAY OF POWDER PUFFS INTO SMOKE
WELSH AND CLEVER BOTH SMILE DOING A THUMBS UP
CLEVER
"Well, that is really amazing Mister Broach, now how long can you operate something like that?"
BEN
"Well, if you were to keep it on all the time, it would be effective for about three hours, but if you pulsed it, perhaps ten, with an external power supply, solar cell, just about anything that makes juice, it would essentially be a security block against anyone carrying a gun, missile's, hand grenades, anything which had gunpowder in it...a totally deadly military weapon in the palm of your hand...now gentlemen, did you wish to finalise things, we have other work to do!"
WELSH
"Just like that, you are turning the device over?"
CLAIRE REACHING OVER INTO BEN'S CASE AND PULLING OUT DUMMY REPLICA
"Of course, we have copy's available for a little extra, but for the most part...here's your prototype, you have the schematics, so it's up to your production division from this part?"
CLEVER
"So, you have two...two of these ready to go?"
BEN
"Your getting one for now, if you have any trouble reproducing this device..."
CLAIRE
"Or back engineering it into something smaller, which I believe you had first requested anyway, then we can offer some logistical recommendations and perhaps assembly assistance..."
BEN
"But, right now, here is a device as requested in the contract, our we in agreement...Mister Clever?"
CLEVER CAUGHT IN A DREAM STATE, COMES BACK TO REALITY
BEN
"Dale, Dale...earth calling Clever...are you home sir?"
CLEVER
"Oh yes, sorry...long night...haven't been sleeping well, ah yes...you have the contracts, give me a pen!"
BEN
"Thank you sir, if you would sign this General."
WELSH
"Yes, of course!"
BEN
"Okay, we will look for our balance to show up on our account, shall we say...by tomorrow morning?"
CLEVER
"Of course, are you in rush for anything Ben?"
BEN
"Lot's of projects, science doesn't wait!"
CLAIRE
"Blank page doesn't fill itself, plus Ben was taking me to get my nails done!"
BEN
"It's pedicure day for my special day...Love them pretty toes!
CLAIRE AND BEN EXIT, AS CLEVER AND WELSH LOOK AT EACH OTHER
WELSH WHISPERS TO CLEVER
WELSH
"So much for trying to make them disappear?"
CLEVER
"Well, maybe it wasn't needed, they seem pretty self-absorbed anyway, like water falling off a ducks back, but we'll see what happens...if they become a problem...we know what to do!"
BEN AND CLAIRE GET INTO JEEP OUT IN PARKING LOT
CLAIRE
"Rather hasty exit, you weren't a little nervous were you?"
BEN
"Does the phrase ebbie-jeebies mean anything...I could feel the tension in there, there was something going on, something wasn't right, did you notice the way both of them were just staring at the floor, like they hoped we didn't notice them?"
CLAIRE
"I don't know, they just seemed...well, now that you mention it, they did seem a little tense, a little preoccupied with something...not sure what though!"
BEN
"I'll tell you, when I was doing my telepathy exercises a while back, I think they intended on killing us, that's just what I felt, and that's just the way I'm thinking!"
CLAIRE
"That's silly, what are you talking about?"
BEN
"Tomorrow...we go to Saint John's for a couple of weeks!"
REACHING INTO HIS COAT POCKET, HE PRODUCES TWO AIRLINE TICKETS
CLAIRE EMBRACES HIM
CLAIRE
"Oh Dear, you kept your promises...thank you!"
BEN
"It's my little way of thanking you for the blintzes..."
CLAIRE
"Heck, if I get this for making a dozen blitzes, I need to get my butt into the kitchen a little more often!"
BEN
"Hey, aren't we forgetting something?"
CLAIRE
"What?"
BEN
"Let's go get those toes done girl!"
scene close
Friday, January 17, 2014
Triacs (6) Early Pest
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
TRIACS (6)
EARLY PEST
ENT: LOS ANGELES SHERIFF'S OFFICE-DETECTIVE'S BUREAU-SATURDAY-9 A.M.
DETECTIVE PETERS IS GOING THROUGH SOME FOOTAGE HE GOT FROM SOME NEAR BY STREET CAMERAS AND A LAUNDRYMAT FROM ACROSS FROM THE OLD WAREHOUSE WHERE DOCTOR BILLINGS WAS BEING HELD
HE FINALLY SEE'S SOME IMAGES OF DOCTOR BILLINGS BEING FORCED IN BY TWO TALL MEN OF GERMAN ORIGIN CARRYING A LONG BLANKET GOING INTO BUILDING FROM THE REAR, THEN RUNNING OUT ABOUT AN HOUR LATER
HAVING WENT BACK AND FOUND THE BLANKET ALONG WITH NUMEROUS FINGERPRINTS AND DNA INFESTED CIGARETTE BUTTS PETERS SEND THE EVIDENCE OVER TO THE CRIME LAB FOR ANALYSIS AND DOCUMENTATION
TALKING TO HIS CHIEF INVESTIGATOR DANIEL STEWART
DETECTIVE PETERS
"I don't really know what they were doing with this Doctor Billings, but he was tied in with some experimental military devices, some pretty cutting edge stuff...apparently something these two guys wanted...but now they've disapeered without a trace and let's face it...Doctor Billings isn't talking, it's already too late for him to come back now!"
CHIEF DANIEL STEWART
"Well, see what the lab says...if you can I.D. some prints...that would be a great start, but see...they're probably not even from around here...how's that girl in the park we found yesterday?"
DETECTIVE PETERS
"Well, she's still alive, but barely...we were able to track down the boyfreind, over hiding at his Mom's house...hope she makes it...but Dan...if this Billings guy was tied in with a pending government contract, after all...he was tied in with the USC's science lab...check with his secretary and see what she knows, couldn't hurt?
PETERS
"I tried that, but being Saturday, all I got was the voicemail and on the net, the only trace I had of a tying lead was a General Welsh at the Palmdale Munitions Depot, I mean there's no telling what these guys wanted from this Doctor?
STEWART
"I would guess it was pretty significant in their eyes...enough to kill him anyways?"
PETERS
"All right, let me dig around and see what I can find?"
STEWART
"Okay, but do yourself a favor before you have a heart attack..."
PETERS
"What that?"
STEWART
"Be patient, let's investigate this as the evidence shows itself...no stress is best, okay?"
PETERS
"Gotcha Boss!"
(scene switch)
ENT: TEMPORARY SCORPION HEADQUARTERS-HAMPTON INN-LONG BEACH
CLARICE AND BREVET PACING, WAITING FOR PHONE TO RING, PERHAPS VISITORS
BREVET
"We get here too quick, should have checked with Clever first for schedule!"
CLARICE
"We might be out of job, cause he said come Friday, not do Friday, what do we do?"
BREVET
"Well, not much cause Clever knows where we're at, he bought time here, what are you watching on TV?"
CLARICE
"Looks like "Two Broke Girls" or something like that...very bad show...they get no porn...need to get my mind off all this."
BREVET
"Well, if this doesn't work out, we're going to be two broke guys, cause getting back out of here might be a little tuff to do!"
CLARICE
"We still have Visas, we can wire some money over, right?"
BREVET
"That's if no one pins this on us, fingerprints are everywhere, police good at tracking people, I watch CSI in Leningrad!"
(scene switch)
GENERAL WELSH ON PHONE WITH DALE CLEVER OF SIEMENS INVESTMENTS
WELSH
"Look Dale, all kidding aside...I just heard the news about Billings, I swear man, if you had anything to do with this...I'll have to pull the plug on this whole agreement..."
CLEVER
"I have no clue what's going on, this came from someone else in our group...a foreign office, who knows?"
WELSH
"Well, we don't even have the device yet, not even a working sample, no nothing...not even seeing Broach until Monday...apparently we are opening the hen house before there's even any hen's in there...no reason for any of this!"
CLEVER
"General, what would you like me to do about it?"
WELSH
"Well, if the authorities haven't already put two and two together on your boys, I'd say, get them out of the country as fast as you can!"
CLEVER
"But sir, I told you...I didn't have anything to do with this..."
WELSH
"But, you are representing your division over here, your the closest connection they've got, and no...I don't believe, I can't conceive that you don't already know, even have a hint, as to what's going on...if you can't get them safe passage, then there's only one other thing I can recommend, national security is at stake!"
CLEVER
"Yea, yea...I understand sir, I'll do what I can!"
WELSH
"No, not what you can, what you have to do...clean up your mess before Monday, bye!"
SLAMMING DOWN PHONE, THE GENERAL TAKES A STIFF SIT OFF HIS BOTTLE OF JIM BEAM, JUST STARING OUT THE WINDOW
TALKING TO HIMSELF
"Should of retired when I had a chance, but no...no just had to have that fat pension, gees!"
(scene switch)
ENT: DALE CLEVER'S HOUSE
DALE BUSILY LOADING GLOCK, SWEATING PROFUSELY, HE NERVOUSLY POPS THE CLIP INTO CHAMBER, GRABS HIS CAR KEYS
(30 Minutes Later)
CLEVER SHOWS UP AT HAMPTON INN IN LONG BEACH, CHECKING THE ROOM NUMBER ON HIS CREDIT CARD RECEIPT, HE STARTS TO WALK TO THEIR ROOM
KNOCKING ON DOOR SEVERAL TIMES WITH NO ANSWER
THINKING THEY'RE HIDING, HE KICKS IN DOOR, REALISING THAT NO ONE IS HOME
ALSO REALISING THAT HE JUST KICKED IN THE DOOR OF THE ROOM THAT'S RENTED IN HIS NAME, HE STARTS TO TURN TO LEAVE, WHEN SECURITY GUARD STOPS HIM WITH HIS GLOCK ALREADY DRAWN ON CLEVER
THE SECURITY GUARD SPOTS THE WEAPON IN CLEVER'S WAIST, REACHES OVER AND PULLS IT OUT
SECURITY GUARD
"Sir, not sure what your doing breaking in this room with this in possession, but the Sheriff's Department will be here shortly, hands behind you back!"
WITHOUT HIS GUN HE PANICS AND BOLTS DOWN THE STREET, RIGHT INTO AN ARRIVING PATROL CAR WHO NEARLY RUNS HIM OVER
POLICE OFFICER #1
"All right sir, freeze, get down on the ground, now!"
AS SECURITY GUARD CATCHES UP TO HIM HALF-WINDED
SECURITY GUARD
"Yes sir, I saw him kick in the door of room thirty-two, and here...found him with this in his waistband, fully loaded...he was getting ready to do something, that's for sure!"
POLICE OFFICER #2
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be use'd against you in a court of law..."
POLICE OFFICER #1 FINDS HIS DRIVER'S LICENSE
SEE'S THAT IDENTIFIES AS A DALE CLEVER
POLICE OFFICER #1
"Hey guard, who was that room assigned to?"
SECURITY GUARD
"According to my guest list here, looks like a Dale Clever of Long Beach!"
POLICE OFFICER #2
"And why were you attempting to break into a room you rented, with a gun in tow?"
CLEVER
"Ah...ah, had some friends that were staying over, thought they were in trouble, so I came over to see what happened to them!"
POLICE OFFICER #1
"Well, you don't have a carry permit, but I don't see any priors for anything.
(30 minutes later)
AFTER THE OFFICERS DISCUSS THIS WITH THEIR CAPTAIN THEY COME BACK WITH HIS GLOCK, NOW EMPTIED OF BULLETS
POLICE OFFICER #2
"Look, we're not exactly clear what's going on here, but your being cited with destruction of property, it's a civil charge which your going to have to settle up with the Hampton Inn people...in the mean time, we confiscated your ammo, we're only cutting you some slack here because your working with one of our agencies, hope you find your friends...now take it easy, call us if anything comes up..."
CLEVER LOOKING STUNNED
"That you sir, good night!
scene close
DETECTIVE PETERS IS GOING THROUGH SOME FOOTAGE HE GOT FROM SOME NEAR BY STREET CAMERAS AND A LAUNDRYMAT FROM ACROSS FROM THE OLD WAREHOUSE WHERE DOCTOR BILLINGS WAS BEING HELD
HE FINALLY SEE'S SOME IMAGES OF DOCTOR BILLINGS BEING FORCED IN BY TWO TALL MEN OF GERMAN ORIGIN CARRYING A LONG BLANKET GOING INTO BUILDING FROM THE REAR, THEN RUNNING OUT ABOUT AN HOUR LATER
HAVING WENT BACK AND FOUND THE BLANKET ALONG WITH NUMEROUS FINGERPRINTS AND DNA INFESTED CIGARETTE BUTTS PETERS SEND THE EVIDENCE OVER TO THE CRIME LAB FOR ANALYSIS AND DOCUMENTATION
TALKING TO HIS CHIEF INVESTIGATOR DANIEL STEWART
DETECTIVE PETERS
"I don't really know what they were doing with this Doctor Billings, but he was tied in with some experimental military devices, some pretty cutting edge stuff...apparently something these two guys wanted...but now they've disapeered without a trace and let's face it...Doctor Billings isn't talking, it's already too late for him to come back now!"
CHIEF DANIEL STEWART
"Well, see what the lab says...if you can I.D. some prints...that would be a great start, but see...they're probably not even from around here...how's that girl in the park we found yesterday?"
DETECTIVE PETERS
"Well, she's still alive, but barely...we were able to track down the boyfreind, over hiding at his Mom's house...hope she makes it...but Dan...if this Billings guy was tied in with a pending government contract, after all...he was tied in with the USC's science lab...check with his secretary and see what she knows, couldn't hurt?
PETERS
"I tried that, but being Saturday, all I got was the voicemail and on the net, the only trace I had of a tying lead was a General Welsh at the Palmdale Munitions Depot, I mean there's no telling what these guys wanted from this Doctor?
STEWART
"I would guess it was pretty significant in their eyes...enough to kill him anyways?"
PETERS
"All right, let me dig around and see what I can find?"
STEWART
"Okay, but do yourself a favor before you have a heart attack..."
PETERS
"What that?"
STEWART
"Be patient, let's investigate this as the evidence shows itself...no stress is best, okay?"
PETERS
"Gotcha Boss!"
(scene switch)
ENT: TEMPORARY SCORPION HEADQUARTERS-HAMPTON INN-LONG BEACH
CLARICE AND BREVET PACING, WAITING FOR PHONE TO RING, PERHAPS VISITORS
BREVET
"We get here too quick, should have checked with Clever first for schedule!"
CLARICE
"We might be out of job, cause he said come Friday, not do Friday, what do we do?"
BREVET
"Well, not much cause Clever knows where we're at, he bought time here, what are you watching on TV?"
CLARICE
"Looks like "Two Broke Girls" or something like that...very bad show...they get no porn...need to get my mind off all this."
BREVET
"Well, if this doesn't work out, we're going to be two broke guys, cause getting back out of here might be a little tuff to do!"
CLARICE
"We still have Visas, we can wire some money over, right?"
BREVET
"That's if no one pins this on us, fingerprints are everywhere, police good at tracking people, I watch CSI in Leningrad!"
(scene switch)
GENERAL WELSH ON PHONE WITH DALE CLEVER OF SIEMENS INVESTMENTS
WELSH
"Look Dale, all kidding aside...I just heard the news about Billings, I swear man, if you had anything to do with this...I'll have to pull the plug on this whole agreement..."
CLEVER
"I have no clue what's going on, this came from someone else in our group...a foreign office, who knows?"
WELSH
"Well, we don't even have the device yet, not even a working sample, no nothing...not even seeing Broach until Monday...apparently we are opening the hen house before there's even any hen's in there...no reason for any of this!"
CLEVER
"General, what would you like me to do about it?"
WELSH
"Well, if the authorities haven't already put two and two together on your boys, I'd say, get them out of the country as fast as you can!"
CLEVER
"But sir, I told you...I didn't have anything to do with this..."
WELSH
"But, you are representing your division over here, your the closest connection they've got, and no...I don't believe, I can't conceive that you don't already know, even have a hint, as to what's going on...if you can't get them safe passage, then there's only one other thing I can recommend, national security is at stake!"
CLEVER
"Yea, yea...I understand sir, I'll do what I can!"
WELSH
"No, not what you can, what you have to do...clean up your mess before Monday, bye!"
SLAMMING DOWN PHONE, THE GENERAL TAKES A STIFF SIT OFF HIS BOTTLE OF JIM BEAM, JUST STARING OUT THE WINDOW
TALKING TO HIMSELF
"Should of retired when I had a chance, but no...no just had to have that fat pension, gees!"
(scene switch)
ENT: DALE CLEVER'S HOUSE
DALE BUSILY LOADING GLOCK, SWEATING PROFUSELY, HE NERVOUSLY POPS THE CLIP INTO CHAMBER, GRABS HIS CAR KEYS
(30 Minutes Later)
CLEVER SHOWS UP AT HAMPTON INN IN LONG BEACH, CHECKING THE ROOM NUMBER ON HIS CREDIT CARD RECEIPT, HE STARTS TO WALK TO THEIR ROOM
KNOCKING ON DOOR SEVERAL TIMES WITH NO ANSWER
THINKING THEY'RE HIDING, HE KICKS IN DOOR, REALISING THAT NO ONE IS HOME
ALSO REALISING THAT HE JUST KICKED IN THE DOOR OF THE ROOM THAT'S RENTED IN HIS NAME, HE STARTS TO TURN TO LEAVE, WHEN SECURITY GUARD STOPS HIM WITH HIS GLOCK ALREADY DRAWN ON CLEVER
THE SECURITY GUARD SPOTS THE WEAPON IN CLEVER'S WAIST, REACHES OVER AND PULLS IT OUT
SECURITY GUARD
"Sir, not sure what your doing breaking in this room with this in possession, but the Sheriff's Department will be here shortly, hands behind you back!"
WITHOUT HIS GUN HE PANICS AND BOLTS DOWN THE STREET, RIGHT INTO AN ARRIVING PATROL CAR WHO NEARLY RUNS HIM OVER
POLICE OFFICER #1
"All right sir, freeze, get down on the ground, now!"
AS SECURITY GUARD CATCHES UP TO HIM HALF-WINDED
SECURITY GUARD
"Yes sir, I saw him kick in the door of room thirty-two, and here...found him with this in his waistband, fully loaded...he was getting ready to do something, that's for sure!"
POLICE OFFICER #2
"You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be use'd against you in a court of law..."
POLICE OFFICER #1 FINDS HIS DRIVER'S LICENSE
SEE'S THAT IDENTIFIES AS A DALE CLEVER
POLICE OFFICER #1
"Hey guard, who was that room assigned to?"
SECURITY GUARD
"According to my guest list here, looks like a Dale Clever of Long Beach!"
POLICE OFFICER #2
"And why were you attempting to break into a room you rented, with a gun in tow?"
CLEVER
"Ah...ah, had some friends that were staying over, thought they were in trouble, so I came over to see what happened to them!"
POLICE OFFICER #1
"Well, you don't have a carry permit, but I don't see any priors for anything.
(30 minutes later)
AFTER THE OFFICERS DISCUSS THIS WITH THEIR CAPTAIN THEY COME BACK WITH HIS GLOCK, NOW EMPTIED OF BULLETS
POLICE OFFICER #2
"Look, we're not exactly clear what's going on here, but your being cited with destruction of property, it's a civil charge which your going to have to settle up with the Hampton Inn people...in the mean time, we confiscated your ammo, we're only cutting you some slack here because your working with one of our agencies, hope you find your friends...now take it easy, call us if anything comes up..."
CLEVER LOOKING STUNNED
"That you sir, good night!
scene close
Wednesday, January 15, 2014
Triacs (5) Magic Box
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
TRIACS (5)
MAGIC BOX
ENT: BEN BROACH'S HOUSE-LAB-FRIDAY-10 A.M.
BEN HAS JUST FINISHED GRINDING DOWN THE GERMANIUM CRYSTAL FOR THE GIGAHERTZ BAND CAVITY AND IS NOW STARTING TO DO THE WINDINGS ON THE LOW BAND WITH HIS HOME-BUILT SPINDLETTE, HE HAS ALREADY MEASURED OFF HIS WIRE SPECIFICATIONS, BUT IT HAS BECOME TANGLED
BEN
"Hey Honey, you want to come defray me from this spool of wire, this stuff is so thin I feel like I'm in a spider's web?"
CLAIRE WALKS IN SEEING BEN TRYING TO KEEP FROM BREAKING THE THIRTY GAUGE COPPER BY HOLDING PERFECTLY STILL AGAINST THE BENCH
CLAIRE
"What in the world did you get yourself into now?
BEN
"Well, it slipped off the core as I was loading this, and the crystal caught the line and drew it in off the spool...just when I was ready to spin, too!
CLAIRE
"Your lucky cause you would have choked yourself to death once that thing got going..."
SHE UNTANGLES HIM AND THEY SET UP THE LINE FEED, THEN HE ENGAGES THE COUNTER FOR THE PRECISE LENGTH FOR RESONANCE AT SEVEN POINT TWO HERTZ
BEN
"I'm having to increase my length to make up for the capacitive flux of the mid tap, so I'm looking at about eight-hundred and twenty feet, hopefully this will compensate...we'll see!"
CLAIRE
"The physics of this size, is it really necessary to make this in such a small package, what were using as a die anyway?"
BEN LAUGHING
"How about a Vienna sausage can as a mold...I poured some Bondo and cut out the end and it looked like it might work..."
CLAIRE
"But, isn't it going to get a little heavy with all that copper?"
BEN
"Actually, I figured it will be about three pounds give or take!"
(1 Hour Later)
BEN FINALLY GETS THE LOW BAND AND MID-BAND WINDINGS SPUN ONTO THE DIELECTRIC AND TAPS THE COIL, WITH A CRIMP HE SEALS THE WAVEGUIDE THEN SOLDERS THE CORNERS AND HEAT SHRINKS THE EXPOSED PARTS
CLAIRE
"How do you plan to test this guy, it could be like a bomb if it goes into harmonics..."
BEN
"I'm just going to grid-dip it with the inductance loop, if it nulls where it should, it's probably good to go!"
AFTER BEN RUNS HIS MEASUREMENTS, HE SEEMS CONFIDANT THAT EVERYTHING IS SET, HE PUTS THE TWO NINE VOLT BATTERIES IN THE BOTTOM OF THE CANISTER AND PUTS IT IN HIS BOMB BOX WHICH CAN HANDLE SMALL DESTRUCTIVE SITUATIONS
CLAIRE
"You sure about this Ben, we should just wait and do a power up at the munitions plant?"
BEN
"Well, I'll tell you what, let me just spike it real quick and see if it's drawing current anyway.
BEN PUTS AN AMMETER COIL ON THE VOLTAGE INPUTS AND POWERS IT THROUGH A REMOTE SWITCH, LOOKING AT THE SPECTRUM ANALYSER AND SEE'S THREE DISTINCT SIGNALS OF SEVEN POINT-TWO, ONE FORTY-TWO POINT SIX MEGAHERTZ, AND A GLOWING HIGH-BAND OF SIXTY TWO POINT SEVEN TWENTY
CLAIRE LOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER
"Well, look at that, you nailed it...you know, your really good with those numbers, you need to open a service helping people with their accounts and stuff..."
BEN
"How's that?"
CLAIRE
"Helping people balance their checkbooks, you could make a killing!"
BEN
"I'm going to go ahead and connect the power without the current limiter, might as well go for broke!"
PLACING A TRAY OF BLACK POWDER INTO THE BOMB BOX, HE POWERS UP THE TRIAC, AS SOON AS HE APPLIES POWER TO THE DEVICE THE POWDER VAPORISES INTO A CLOUD OF SMOKE
CLAIRE
"I must admit...that's pretty impressive, and it's so small!"
BEN
"Well, ultimately we will probably try to make it smaller, but I don't have the fiscal capability to do that without a micro-winder with some robotic hands or something...way out of my league!"
CLAIRE BRING IN SOME HOT TEA
"I don't think there's anything out of your league...sky's the limit with you..."
BEN
"Hey, the tea is good...as a team I think we have no limits, we are undefeatable, a force to reckon with...anyway, let me call the General up and see when it's good!
CLAIRE
"Don't you think you should let Doctor Billings handle that, he is kind of our agent after all...he did set us up with the contract?"
BEN
"You are right again...kinda stepping over the spoon that feeds us, huh?"
CLAIRE LAUGHING
"Actually, when it's all said and done it's Dale Clever with Siemens that has the checkbook...he doesn't care, he just wants that device to work...in his cold little hands!"
BEN CALLING UP DOCTOR BILLINGS
SECRETARY
"Doctor Billings office, Marge speaking...who may I ask is calling?"
BEN
"Hey Marge, this is Ben Broach over in Culver, a could I speak to Doctor Billings regarding the Siemens's contract?"
MARGE
"I thought he was over there with you or over at the munitions plant, haven't seen or heard from him all morning?"
BEN
"Really, that's odd...have you tried texting him or calling his other line?"
MARGE
"Everything at my disposal, he even missed a meeting this morning at USC..."
BEN
"Wow, that's odd...well okay, let me know if you hear anything, okay?"
MARGE
"Okay Ben, bye!
CLAIRE OVERHEARING THE CONVERSATION GETS A DISTURBED LOOK ON HER FACE, THEY JUST STARE AT EACH OTHER
BEN
"I don't like this..."
CLAIRE
"At all!"
(scene switch)
INT: OLD WAREHOUSE-COMPTON, CALIFORNIA
SEVERAL MEN FROM THE SCORPIONS, AN OFF-SHOOT OF THE RUSSIAN MAFIA HAVE DOCTOR BILLINGS TIED UP AND ARE GETTING READY TO INJECT HIM WITH SOME MIND CONTROL SERUM
CLARICE
"Now, for the last time...where do you harbor such a device of which we desire?"
BILLINGS
"It hasn't even been developed yet, there is no device yet, it's just a design at this point!"
BREVET
"We make you find the device, you will sense it's presence, where it resides, you will guide us there...you'll see?"
BREVET PROCEEDS WITH INJECTION TO BILLINGS ARM, THEY STAND BACK AS THE SERUM STARTS BURNING INTO HIS VEINS
CLARICE
"Perhaps a little strong of a man...your height, weight too little, but results the same, we see!"
BILLINGS STARTS SCREAMING, THEY ATTEMPT TO SHUT HIM UP, BUT NOT BEFORE TWO GUYS PASSING BY ON THE SIDE WALK HEAR THE ABNORMAL SCREECHES FROM BILLINGS NEAR COLLAPSE FROM THE OVERDOSE
DUDE #1
"Damn, you hear that, somebody hurtin in there?"
DUDE #2
"Yea, that ain't right, you wanna see?"
DUDE #1
"Hell no, we just call the nine one one and drop the address..."
DUDE #2
"Yea, we got that blunt down...I don't want to lose my buzz, but you got to do something?"
DUDE #1 GETS ON PHONE, AH THIS IS ANNONAMOOSE,
NINE ONE ONE OPERATOR
"You mean anonymous...what's your location sir?"
DUDE #1
"Yea that, uh we passin by 6723 Roberts, we in Compton by the warehouses and stuff!"
NINE ONE ONE OPERATOR
"What is the purpose of your call sir?"
DUDE #1
"We heard some screaming coming out of a warehouse, didn't sound good, maybe you should come check it out, I gotta go, later..."
HANGING UP THE PHONE, THE OPERATOR DISPATCHES A SHERIFF'S UNIT AND A PARAMEDIC, WITHIN MINUTES THEY SHOW UP AT WAREHOUSE, BUSTING DOOR DOWN, THEY SEE DOCTOR BILLINGS TIED TO A POST, POLICE SEE BACK DOOR OPEN BUT NO SIGN OF CLARICE OR BREVET, THEY IMMEDIATELY UNTIE BILLINGS AND TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL, AS THEY ENTER THE EMERGENCY ROOM HE FLAT LINES ON MONITOR, NOT KNOWING WHAT WAS GIVEN TO HIM, THEY CAN DO LITTLE MORE THAN TRY TO RESTART HIS HEART, AFTER SEVERAL DOZEN PROCEDURES, HE'S PRONOUNCED DEAD
DETECTIVE FINDS I.D. ON BILLINGS AND CALLS HIS OFFICE
MARGE
"Doctor Billings office, may I ash who's calling?"
DETECTIVE PETERS
"Yes, this is Detective Peters with the Sheriff's Department, ah we are sorry to inform you but your Doctor Billings was rushed to Saint Mary's Hospital, apparently from what looks to be an injection of a substance, and he has died from that activity, to the best of our knowledge, I'm very sorry for your loss Mam!"
LONG PAUSE
MARGE
"He's dead, just like that...what was the cause?"
DETECTIVE PETERS
"At this time Mam it's all preliminary, we still have to do a toxicology report and the investigation itself, do you know anything that might be able to help us?"
MARGE
"No, just a lot of people looking for him this morning and he didn't call or show...he's not married, I think he lives by himself...that's so sad."
DETECTIVE PETERS
"Well if you can think of anything, just call the Compton dispatcher and she be in touch with me, okay?
MARGE
"Okay sir, thank you, thank you very much...bye!"
AS SHE HANGS UP THE PHONE SHE LEANS HEAD DOWN ON TABLE CRYING
scene close
BEN HAS JUST FINISHED GRINDING DOWN THE GERMANIUM CRYSTAL FOR THE GIGAHERTZ BAND CAVITY AND IS NOW STARTING TO DO THE WINDINGS ON THE LOW BAND WITH HIS HOME-BUILT SPINDLETTE, HE HAS ALREADY MEASURED OFF HIS WIRE SPECIFICATIONS, BUT IT HAS BECOME TANGLED
BEN
"Hey Honey, you want to come defray me from this spool of wire, this stuff is so thin I feel like I'm in a spider's web?"
CLAIRE WALKS IN SEEING BEN TRYING TO KEEP FROM BREAKING THE THIRTY GAUGE COPPER BY HOLDING PERFECTLY STILL AGAINST THE BENCH
CLAIRE
"What in the world did you get yourself into now?
BEN
"Well, it slipped off the core as I was loading this, and the crystal caught the line and drew it in off the spool...just when I was ready to spin, too!
CLAIRE
"Your lucky cause you would have choked yourself to death once that thing got going..."
SHE UNTANGLES HIM AND THEY SET UP THE LINE FEED, THEN HE ENGAGES THE COUNTER FOR THE PRECISE LENGTH FOR RESONANCE AT SEVEN POINT TWO HERTZ
BEN
"I'm having to increase my length to make up for the capacitive flux of the mid tap, so I'm looking at about eight-hundred and twenty feet, hopefully this will compensate...we'll see!"
CLAIRE
"The physics of this size, is it really necessary to make this in such a small package, what were using as a die anyway?"
BEN LAUGHING
"How about a Vienna sausage can as a mold...I poured some Bondo and cut out the end and it looked like it might work..."
CLAIRE
"But, isn't it going to get a little heavy with all that copper?"
BEN
"Actually, I figured it will be about three pounds give or take!"
(1 Hour Later)
BEN FINALLY GETS THE LOW BAND AND MID-BAND WINDINGS SPUN ONTO THE DIELECTRIC AND TAPS THE COIL, WITH A CRIMP HE SEALS THE WAVEGUIDE THEN SOLDERS THE CORNERS AND HEAT SHRINKS THE EXPOSED PARTS
CLAIRE
"How do you plan to test this guy, it could be like a bomb if it goes into harmonics..."
BEN
"I'm just going to grid-dip it with the inductance loop, if it nulls where it should, it's probably good to go!"
AFTER BEN RUNS HIS MEASUREMENTS, HE SEEMS CONFIDANT THAT EVERYTHING IS SET, HE PUTS THE TWO NINE VOLT BATTERIES IN THE BOTTOM OF THE CANISTER AND PUTS IT IN HIS BOMB BOX WHICH CAN HANDLE SMALL DESTRUCTIVE SITUATIONS
CLAIRE
"You sure about this Ben, we should just wait and do a power up at the munitions plant?"
BEN
"Well, I'll tell you what, let me just spike it real quick and see if it's drawing current anyway.
BEN PUTS AN AMMETER COIL ON THE VOLTAGE INPUTS AND POWERS IT THROUGH A REMOTE SWITCH, LOOKING AT THE SPECTRUM ANALYSER AND SEE'S THREE DISTINCT SIGNALS OF SEVEN POINT-TWO, ONE FORTY-TWO POINT SIX MEGAHERTZ, AND A GLOWING HIGH-BAND OF SIXTY TWO POINT SEVEN TWENTY
CLAIRE LOOKING OVER HIS SHOULDER
"Well, look at that, you nailed it...you know, your really good with those numbers, you need to open a service helping people with their accounts and stuff..."
BEN
"How's that?"
CLAIRE
"Helping people balance their checkbooks, you could make a killing!"
BEN
"I'm going to go ahead and connect the power without the current limiter, might as well go for broke!"
PLACING A TRAY OF BLACK POWDER INTO THE BOMB BOX, HE POWERS UP THE TRIAC, AS SOON AS HE APPLIES POWER TO THE DEVICE THE POWDER VAPORISES INTO A CLOUD OF SMOKE
CLAIRE
"I must admit...that's pretty impressive, and it's so small!"
BEN
"Well, ultimately we will probably try to make it smaller, but I don't have the fiscal capability to do that without a micro-winder with some robotic hands or something...way out of my league!"
CLAIRE BRING IN SOME HOT TEA
"I don't think there's anything out of your league...sky's the limit with you..."
BEN
"Hey, the tea is good...as a team I think we have no limits, we are undefeatable, a force to reckon with...anyway, let me call the General up and see when it's good!
CLAIRE
"Don't you think you should let Doctor Billings handle that, he is kind of our agent after all...he did set us up with the contract?"
BEN
"You are right again...kinda stepping over the spoon that feeds us, huh?"
CLAIRE LAUGHING
"Actually, when it's all said and done it's Dale Clever with Siemens that has the checkbook...he doesn't care, he just wants that device to work...in his cold little hands!"
BEN CALLING UP DOCTOR BILLINGS
SECRETARY
"Doctor Billings office, Marge speaking...who may I ask is calling?"
BEN
"Hey Marge, this is Ben Broach over in Culver, a could I speak to Doctor Billings regarding the Siemens's contract?"
MARGE
"I thought he was over there with you or over at the munitions plant, haven't seen or heard from him all morning?"
BEN
"Really, that's odd...have you tried texting him or calling his other line?"
MARGE
"Everything at my disposal, he even missed a meeting this morning at USC..."
BEN
"Wow, that's odd...well okay, let me know if you hear anything, okay?"
MARGE
"Okay Ben, bye!
CLAIRE OVERHEARING THE CONVERSATION GETS A DISTURBED LOOK ON HER FACE, THEY JUST STARE AT EACH OTHER
BEN
"I don't like this..."
CLAIRE
"At all!"
(scene switch)
INT: OLD WAREHOUSE-COMPTON, CALIFORNIA
SEVERAL MEN FROM THE SCORPIONS, AN OFF-SHOOT OF THE RUSSIAN MAFIA HAVE DOCTOR BILLINGS TIED UP AND ARE GETTING READY TO INJECT HIM WITH SOME MIND CONTROL SERUM
CLARICE
"Now, for the last time...where do you harbor such a device of which we desire?"
BILLINGS
"It hasn't even been developed yet, there is no device yet, it's just a design at this point!"
BREVET
"We make you find the device, you will sense it's presence, where it resides, you will guide us there...you'll see?"
BREVET PROCEEDS WITH INJECTION TO BILLINGS ARM, THEY STAND BACK AS THE SERUM STARTS BURNING INTO HIS VEINS
CLARICE
"Perhaps a little strong of a man...your height, weight too little, but results the same, we see!"
BILLINGS STARTS SCREAMING, THEY ATTEMPT TO SHUT HIM UP, BUT NOT BEFORE TWO GUYS PASSING BY ON THE SIDE WALK HEAR THE ABNORMAL SCREECHES FROM BILLINGS NEAR COLLAPSE FROM THE OVERDOSE
DUDE #1
"Damn, you hear that, somebody hurtin in there?"
DUDE #2
"Yea, that ain't right, you wanna see?"
DUDE #1
"Hell no, we just call the nine one one and drop the address..."
DUDE #2
"Yea, we got that blunt down...I don't want to lose my buzz, but you got to do something?"
DUDE #1 GETS ON PHONE, AH THIS IS ANNONAMOOSE,
NINE ONE ONE OPERATOR
"You mean anonymous...what's your location sir?"
DUDE #1
"Yea that, uh we passin by 6723 Roberts, we in Compton by the warehouses and stuff!"
NINE ONE ONE OPERATOR
"What is the purpose of your call sir?"
DUDE #1
"We heard some screaming coming out of a warehouse, didn't sound good, maybe you should come check it out, I gotta go, later..."
HANGING UP THE PHONE, THE OPERATOR DISPATCHES A SHERIFF'S UNIT AND A PARAMEDIC, WITHIN MINUTES THEY SHOW UP AT WAREHOUSE, BUSTING DOOR DOWN, THEY SEE DOCTOR BILLINGS TIED TO A POST, POLICE SEE BACK DOOR OPEN BUT NO SIGN OF CLARICE OR BREVET, THEY IMMEDIATELY UNTIE BILLINGS AND TAKE HIM TO THE HOSPITAL, AS THEY ENTER THE EMERGENCY ROOM HE FLAT LINES ON MONITOR, NOT KNOWING WHAT WAS GIVEN TO HIM, THEY CAN DO LITTLE MORE THAN TRY TO RESTART HIS HEART, AFTER SEVERAL DOZEN PROCEDURES, HE'S PRONOUNCED DEAD
DETECTIVE FINDS I.D. ON BILLINGS AND CALLS HIS OFFICE
MARGE
"Doctor Billings office, may I ash who's calling?"
DETECTIVE PETERS
"Yes, this is Detective Peters with the Sheriff's Department, ah we are sorry to inform you but your Doctor Billings was rushed to Saint Mary's Hospital, apparently from what looks to be an injection of a substance, and he has died from that activity, to the best of our knowledge, I'm very sorry for your loss Mam!"
LONG PAUSE
MARGE
"He's dead, just like that...what was the cause?"
DETECTIVE PETERS
"At this time Mam it's all preliminary, we still have to do a toxicology report and the investigation itself, do you know anything that might be able to help us?"
MARGE
"No, just a lot of people looking for him this morning and he didn't call or show...he's not married, I think he lives by himself...that's so sad."
DETECTIVE PETERS
"Well if you can think of anything, just call the Compton dispatcher and she be in touch with me, okay?
MARGE
"Okay sir, thank you, thank you very much...bye!"
AS SHE HANGS UP THE PHONE SHE LEANS HEAD DOWN ON TABLE CRYING
scene close
Friday, January 10, 2014
Triacs (4) Unauthorised Disclosure
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
TRIACS (4)
UNAUTHORISED DISCLOSURE
INT: BEN BROACH'S HOUSE-MASTER BEDROOM-10 P.M.
BEN AND CLARE WHO RARELY DRINK, ARE LAYING IN THEIR BED HOLDING EACH OTHER AFTER CONSUMING A BOTTLE OF WINE, WATCHING THE NEWS
NEWSCASTER
"...and in other news, a long time security guard with the Palmdale Munitions Armory was reportedly killed this morning during an unusual experiment, best described as ground breaking in the area of advanced military devices. Although the details are sketchy, they do say that he apparently interrupted the test and was somehow affected by his intrusion. The victims name has not been released at this time...and here's Tony with the Sports!"
CLAIRE MUTES SOUND
"They weren't suppose to say anything about anything, what's going on over there?"
BEN
"I don't know, but I'm having my doubts as to how long we can keep this under the table...I feel so bad for that poor man...I feel like a murderer!"
CLAIRE
"Well, remember the laser project over at Twenty-Nine Palms, all those soldiers getting zapped, and those chip implant experiments at Cleveland Clinic...how were we to know those would be mishandled?"
BEN
"By other people Claire, by other people, that was the first time I was actually at the controls...right there as it happened...by the time I saw the alarm it was too late!"
CLAIRE
"Well, we had our pity party...there was nothing you could have done about it, so get over the incidence and focus on your achievements, nothing we can do or say is bringing him back!"
BEN
"Your right...it's just that I would like to make good things...instead I just develop things that kill people, quicker, faster, more efficiency...when in the end, I'm just making it easier for us to eliminate the masses, and this security breach?"
CLAIRE
"Get some sleep, we've got work to do...I Love you, goodnight!"
BEN
"Good night Love!"
(NEXT MORNING)
INT: PALMDALE MUNITIONS-BRIEFING ROOM-9 A.M.
GENERAL WELSH HAS GATHERED WITH DOCTOR BILLINGS AND BEN AND CLAIRE BROACH FOR A DISCUSSION
GENERAL WELSH
"Well, thank you for coming, but it is paramount that all this be placed in proper context...I can't tell you the sensitivity of a project like this and although the media had a speculative breech, I don't think it's anything to be too concerned about, anyway I was..."
BEN
"Sir, with all due respect...I'm familiar with many of your black-op programs, the one's you've managed to keep out of the public's eye, but because of what this design does, I have decided that it will not be released under any license that has my name associated with it!"
CLAIRE
"Ben, have you lost your..."
BEN GRABBING HER BY THE HAND AND LEADING HER TO THE DOOR
BEN
"Look Claire, it's no use, I've decided to cancel the project.
DOCTOR BILLINGS APPROACHES BEN
DOCTOR BILLINGS
"Look Ben, you are way to into this just to cancel, the test results, the millions of dollars in fees that Siemens has ponyed up, it's too late for that!"
BEN
"So, that's it...no recourse...I'm stuck?"
CLAIRE
"It was an incident you witnessed Ben, get over it...General Welsh has seen it all, he understands what your going through."
GENERAL WELSH APPROACHES
"Look Mister Broach, we already have early toxicology that shows the Larry was under the influence of Zanex and alcohol, he wasn't cleared properly and his actions were completely misguided...on his own, it had nothing to do with you, so I'm asking you to please just get over it!"
BEN STARES OUT WINDOW, THEN TURNS TO GROUP
BEN
"Well, okay then...we go forward, cause I already have memos regarding the next step..."
GENERAL WELSH
"Miniaturisation, the down sizing is the next stage after the trials are finished, understand?"
BEN
"Yes sir, I understand...can we just do this in the morning?"
GENERAL WELSH
"Well, we have the boys standing by at the field...that's money already spent...but if you'd like to take an hour and get a bite or something from the commissary, be my guest?"
CLAIRE
"Come on Ben, let's try to get some work done today...the sooner to Saint John's?"
BEN
"Let me get a cup of coffee, maybe a bagel or something, I'll be back in thirty!"
GENERAL WELSH
"Thank you Mister Broach."
BEN
"And would you mind just calling me Ben?"
GENERAL WELSH
"Of course Mister Broach...I mean Ben, of course..."
(1 HOUR LATER)
BEN GETS OUT OF HIS JEEP WITH CLAIRE IN TOW, APPROACHES TEST FIELD
BEN
"What are we doing here?"
CLAIRE
"From what I see here, this is approximation's of the energy field, guess they want determine safe distance rules?"
BEN
With the line of site determined by the gigaband spectrum, it will probably work out to around two-hundred feet or so!"
CLAIRE
"Or so...is what they would like to document...so let's play ball and get this over with!"
BEN PROCEEDS TO SET UP MOBILE LAB TABLE WITH THE MULTI-BAND OSCILLATORS AND DRIVERS, HE CHECKS PERIMETERS WITH CLAIRE
BEN
"How are we doing honey?
CLAIRE
"Everything is just like you said, at this point it is just a recipe!"
THE EXPERIMENT IS A CAR WITH A BOMB IN IT, A BOX OF AMMO IN A BULLET PROOF PLASTIC CONTAINER, AND A PLASTIC BOTTLE WITH GUNPOWDER IN IT
BEN
"Okay gang, I'm powering up...everybody stay on that side of the earth if you don't mind?"
AS HE POWERS UP, BULLETS ALMOST IMMEDIATELY EXPLODE WHILE EVERYONE NEAR THE FIELD RUNS IN THE PARKING AREA
SECURITY PATROL
"Screw this, those are live shells there..."
FOR THE NEXT TEST THEY OPEN THE DOOR OF THE CAR WITH THE GUNPOWDER, EXPOSING IT TO THE MULTI-MIX OF FREQUENCIES, CAR EXPLODES
EVERY TEST PASSES THROUGH THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS
(THREE DAYS LATER)
ENT: GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE-9 A.M.
GENERAL WELSH MEETS WITH THE BROACHES
GENERAL WELSH
"Well, the experiments panned out textbook in nature, everyone is pleased with the results...have you any plans towards how we miniaturize a device like this?"
BEN
"Yes I do, but if it will be practical or not is completely up to the physics of the chamber itself."
GENERAL WELSH
"Would you like to detail a bit...nobody's listening?"
BEHIND WALL SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS ARE RECORDING THEIR EVERY WORD
BEN
"Well okay, I've got an idea for a grafted piece of germanium crystal with a micronized coil for the low and midband, the mid band being a series tap in the windings that can be marginally powered by two nine volt batteries in the bottom, each one will have to be made by hand, this is hardly something you could mass produce."
GENERAL WELSH
"How small are we talking about, what would be the cost to produce something like that?"
BEN REACHES INTO HIS BAG AND PRODUCES A THREE O THREE SIZE CAN OF PORK AND BEANS
BEN
"About this size for starters, further down sizing will be purely speculative...the cost...ah about ten thousand per copy...give or take the cost of the germanium...it must be pure to properly activate the gigahertz cavity."
GENERAL WELSH
"So, you have three different functions resonating and operating in device that size...have a name for it yet?"
BEN
I'm calling it a Triac, the resonator of gunpowder!"
GENERAL WELSH
"Like I say, I've been in this business a long time and I can honestly say, that something like this is cutting edge...it is vital that something like this ever get's into the wrong hands..."
BEN
"If it does, they will control the world as we know it!"
GENERAL WELSH
"Very well said Ben, let's get started when your ready, just let me know what you want, what you need...my department has no limits on whatever you request!"
BEN
"I'll bring the plans in tomorrow, have your men on stand-by, I would like to fabricate a working device by next week..."
GENERAL WELSH
"I really like your confidence in this matter Ben, thanks for coming..."
BEN
"And thank you for being so supportive, see you tomorrow, good day!"
AS THEY LEAVE ROOM WELSH HOLDS UP A THUMB TO THE HIDDEN CAMERA
WELSH TALKING TO CAMERA
"Hope you boys got all that down, this is going to be good!"
(scene switch)
DRIVING BACK TO CULVER CITY, BEN AND CLAIRE CHIT-CHAT
BEN
"You know, it's strange how all this stuff works out...I really can't figure myself out sometimes?"
CLAIRE
"Oh, I figured you out long before I married your ass!"
BEN
"My ass, really...would you like to elaborate?"
CLAIRE
"Well, your a crazy self-serving lunatic with a passion for being a mad scientist without purpose or reasoning...you are just my Lovable Ben forever and ever!"
BEN
"No Claire...you missed my question, you married my ass...elaborate?"
CLAIRE
"Okay, you have a cute butt for someone with such a geeky mindset!"
BEN
"Why thank you for the compliment, you know I do work out occasionally?"
CLAIRE
"I'll give you a work out when we get home...how's that?
BEN
"We don't have time for that, we've got to have those plans ready for the morning..."
CLAIRE
"I already did the proofs and the final schematics, it's done, all you have to do is print them out, an hour tops!"
BEN
"So, we can just relax then and take it easy?"
CLAIRE
"You misunderstood my ploy, as your woman, as your best friend for life, I will relax and take it easy while you do your workout, understand?"
BEN
"So, that's all your going to do...just watch me perform?"
CLAIRE
"If you do it right, I might even roll my eyes back a few times, happy now!"
BEN
"Definitely!"
scene close
INT: PALMDALE MUNITIONS-BRIEFING ROOM-9 A.M.
GENERAL WELSH HAS GATHERED WITH DOCTOR BILLINGS AND BEN AND CLAIRE BROACH FOR A DISCUSSION
GENERAL WELSH
"Well, thank you for coming, but it is paramount that all this be placed in proper context...I can't tell you the sensitivity of a project like this and although the media had a speculative breech, I don't think it's anything to be too concerned about, anyway I was..."
BEN
"Sir, with all due respect...I'm familiar with many of your black-op programs, the one's you've managed to keep out of the public's eye, but because of what this design does, I have decided that it will not be released under any license that has my name associated with it!"
CLAIRE
"Ben, have you lost your..."
BEN GRABBING HER BY THE HAND AND LEADING HER TO THE DOOR
BEN
"Look Claire, it's no use, I've decided to cancel the project.
DOCTOR BILLINGS APPROACHES BEN
DOCTOR BILLINGS
"Look Ben, you are way to into this just to cancel, the test results, the millions of dollars in fees that Siemens has ponyed up, it's too late for that!"
BEN
"So, that's it...no recourse...I'm stuck?"
CLAIRE
"It was an incident you witnessed Ben, get over it...General Welsh has seen it all, he understands what your going through."
GENERAL WELSH APPROACHES
"Look Mister Broach, we already have early toxicology that shows the Larry was under the influence of Zanex and alcohol, he wasn't cleared properly and his actions were completely misguided...on his own, it had nothing to do with you, so I'm asking you to please just get over it!"
BEN STARES OUT WINDOW, THEN TURNS TO GROUP
BEN
"Well, okay then...we go forward, cause I already have memos regarding the next step..."
GENERAL WELSH
"Miniaturisation, the down sizing is the next stage after the trials are finished, understand?"
BEN
"Yes sir, I understand...can we just do this in the morning?"
GENERAL WELSH
"Well, we have the boys standing by at the field...that's money already spent...but if you'd like to take an hour and get a bite or something from the commissary, be my guest?"
CLAIRE
"Come on Ben, let's try to get some work done today...the sooner to Saint John's?"
BEN
"Let me get a cup of coffee, maybe a bagel or something, I'll be back in thirty!"
GENERAL WELSH
"Thank you Mister Broach."
BEN
"And would you mind just calling me Ben?"
GENERAL WELSH
"Of course Mister Broach...I mean Ben, of course..."
(1 HOUR LATER)
BEN GETS OUT OF HIS JEEP WITH CLAIRE IN TOW, APPROACHES TEST FIELD
BEN
"What are we doing here?"
CLAIRE
"From what I see here, this is approximation's of the energy field, guess they want determine safe distance rules?"
BEN
With the line of site determined by the gigaband spectrum, it will probably work out to around two-hundred feet or so!"
CLAIRE
"Or so...is what they would like to document...so let's play ball and get this over with!"
BEN PROCEEDS TO SET UP MOBILE LAB TABLE WITH THE MULTI-BAND OSCILLATORS AND DRIVERS, HE CHECKS PERIMETERS WITH CLAIRE
BEN
"How are we doing honey?
CLAIRE
"Everything is just like you said, at this point it is just a recipe!"
THE EXPERIMENT IS A CAR WITH A BOMB IN IT, A BOX OF AMMO IN A BULLET PROOF PLASTIC CONTAINER, AND A PLASTIC BOTTLE WITH GUNPOWDER IN IT
BEN
"Okay gang, I'm powering up...everybody stay on that side of the earth if you don't mind?"
AS HE POWERS UP, BULLETS ALMOST IMMEDIATELY EXPLODE WHILE EVERYONE NEAR THE FIELD RUNS IN THE PARKING AREA
SECURITY PATROL
"Screw this, those are live shells there..."
FOR THE NEXT TEST THEY OPEN THE DOOR OF THE CAR WITH THE GUNPOWDER, EXPOSING IT TO THE MULTI-MIX OF FREQUENCIES, CAR EXPLODES
EVERY TEST PASSES THROUGH THE NEXT COUPLE OF DAYS
(THREE DAYS LATER)
ENT: GENERAL WELSH'S OFFICE-9 A.M.
GENERAL WELSH MEETS WITH THE BROACHES
GENERAL WELSH
"Well, the experiments panned out textbook in nature, everyone is pleased with the results...have you any plans towards how we miniaturize a device like this?"
BEN
"Yes I do, but if it will be practical or not is completely up to the physics of the chamber itself."
GENERAL WELSH
"Would you like to detail a bit...nobody's listening?"
BEHIND WALL SURVEILLANCE CAMERAS ARE RECORDING THEIR EVERY WORD
BEN
"Well okay, I've got an idea for a grafted piece of germanium crystal with a micronized coil for the low and midband, the mid band being a series tap in the windings that can be marginally powered by two nine volt batteries in the bottom, each one will have to be made by hand, this is hardly something you could mass produce."
GENERAL WELSH
"How small are we talking about, what would be the cost to produce something like that?"
BEN REACHES INTO HIS BAG AND PRODUCES A THREE O THREE SIZE CAN OF PORK AND BEANS
BEN
"About this size for starters, further down sizing will be purely speculative...the cost...ah about ten thousand per copy...give or take the cost of the germanium...it must be pure to properly activate the gigahertz cavity."
GENERAL WELSH
"So, you have three different functions resonating and operating in device that size...have a name for it yet?"
BEN
I'm calling it a Triac, the resonator of gunpowder!"
GENERAL WELSH
"Like I say, I've been in this business a long time and I can honestly say, that something like this is cutting edge...it is vital that something like this ever get's into the wrong hands..."
BEN
"If it does, they will control the world as we know it!"
GENERAL WELSH
"Very well said Ben, let's get started when your ready, just let me know what you want, what you need...my department has no limits on whatever you request!"
BEN
"I'll bring the plans in tomorrow, have your men on stand-by, I would like to fabricate a working device by next week..."
GENERAL WELSH
"I really like your confidence in this matter Ben, thanks for coming..."
BEN
"And thank you for being so supportive, see you tomorrow, good day!"
AS THEY LEAVE ROOM WELSH HOLDS UP A THUMB TO THE HIDDEN CAMERA
WELSH TALKING TO CAMERA
"Hope you boys got all that down, this is going to be good!"
(scene switch)
DRIVING BACK TO CULVER CITY, BEN AND CLAIRE CHIT-CHAT
BEN
"You know, it's strange how all this stuff works out...I really can't figure myself out sometimes?"
CLAIRE
"Oh, I figured you out long before I married your ass!"
BEN
"My ass, really...would you like to elaborate?"
CLAIRE
"Well, your a crazy self-serving lunatic with a passion for being a mad scientist without purpose or reasoning...you are just my Lovable Ben forever and ever!"
BEN
"No Claire...you missed my question, you married my ass...elaborate?"
CLAIRE
"Okay, you have a cute butt for someone with such a geeky mindset!"
BEN
"Why thank you for the compliment, you know I do work out occasionally?"
CLAIRE
"I'll give you a work out when we get home...how's that?
BEN
"We don't have time for that, we've got to have those plans ready for the morning..."
CLAIRE
"I already did the proofs and the final schematics, it's done, all you have to do is print them out, an hour tops!"
BEN
"So, we can just relax then and take it easy?"
CLAIRE
"You misunderstood my ploy, as your woman, as your best friend for life, I will relax and take it easy while you do your workout, understand?"
BEN
"So, that's all your going to do...just watch me perform?"
CLAIRE
"If you do it right, I might even roll my eyes back a few times, happy now!"
BEN
"Definitely!"
scene close
Thursday, January 9, 2014
Triacs (3) This Is Only A Test
Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014
TRIACS (3)
THIS IS ONLY A TEST
ENT: MILITARY MUNITIONS FACILITY-PALMDALE, CA.-MONDAY-8 A.M.
BEN AND CLAIRE ARE WAITING FOR THEIR SECURITY CARDS TO BE CLEARED AS THEY WAIT IN ENTRANCE HALL
BEN (To Guard)
"Certainly seems like a nice day to do a little testing, don't you think?"
GUARD
"Couldn't say, they're testing stuff all the time...what makes this anything special?"
BEN
"Oh nothing (eyeing the guards handgun), just thought that it was a good day for a little reality check?"
CLAIRE
"Ben...would you stop it, your sticking out with your purpose here, just hush now!"
BEN
"Your probably right, I'm just so excited to get our own lab...even if it is just a loaner..."
SUDDENLY DOCTOR BILLINGS FROM USC'S ADVANCED SCIENCE LAB AND DALE CLEVER EMERGE FROM THE SECURED AREA
BILLINGS
"We'll take it from here guard...good morning Ben...Claire, how was the scuttle on the I-Ten?"
BEN
"Well, it was crowded, but all those people coming back from Vegas...man!"
CLAIRE (pointing to two pallets of boxes)
"Here is all our stuff, we have already been marked, touched, and felt up..."
BEN
"And so has our equipment..."
CLEVER
"Well, all the prelist request have been furfilled, so I hope everything is in order?"
BEN
"The main thing is the R.F. cage, we can't allow this mixed bag of radiation to leak out and contaminate anything else you've got going on around here!"
BILLINGS
"Yea, that has us a bit concerned...but those power levels, I mean your not even pushing a watt of power and your effecting things I can't even explain!"
BEN
"Yea, that's good...keep them guessing, just the way I like it!"
CLEVER
"Shall we go to the lab...it's down by about three floors...guards, do you mind helping with the floor dollys?"
GUARD
"No sir, will everybody follow me?"
EVERYONE LOADING INTO HUGE FREIGHT ELEVATOR, WITH THE GUARDS FOLLOWING BEHIND WITH THE TWO PALLETS OF EQUIPMENT
LEAD GUARD STARTS ASKING QUESTIONS AS THE ELEVATOR GOES DOWN
"So sir, is this some earth breaking technology?"
BEN
"Oh yes, this will make the world a much..."
CLAIRE ELBOWS HIM IN THE RIB
CLAIRE
"Please Ben, this is top secreto you know, no speculative conversation, please!"
CLEVER
"I agree, sorry guys...we must refrain from chit-chat here?"
GUARD
"Sorry sir, but we are always curious on new inventions and such!"
CLEVER
"Totally understandable, let's follow protocol if you don't mind..."
(3 HOURS LATER)
AFTER SETTING UP EQUIPMENT, BEN HAS ALREADY STARTED CALIBRATING PERIMETERS FOR SEPARATE BANDS
CLAIRE IS MEASURING TRUE AND REFLECTIVE PEAKS OF VOLTAGE AND AMPLITUDES OF SIGNALS COMING INTO MONITORS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TWELVE BY TWENTY R.F. CAGE THAT BEN IS IN
CLAIRE (ON INTERCOM)
"Did you want results in R.M.S. too...cause my resistive summary will graph differently in the microwave spectrum?"
BEN (ON COM)
"Might as well, we've got an extra voltmeter, don't forget the current draws on the D.C. supplies, too...we my dear are in the driver's seat from here out!"
CLAIRE
"It does make a bit of differance having a little extra room..."
BEN
"Okay, I'm loading the low band, zero point seven hertz, you confirm?"
CLAIRE
"Confirm, did you want to use the centers first and then bring in the subsets?"
BEN
"Claire...this Tektronics has preset memories on the oscillators, wish I had the budget for one of these guys, this is like driving a Mercedes..just sweet Dear!"
(30 minutes later)
IN FRONT OF BEN'S WALL OF GLASS LOOKING THROUGH A GROUNDED GRID CAGE, HE HAS PLACED A SIMPLE SAUCER OF BLACK GUNPOWDER ON THE WOODEN LAB TABLE
GOING BACK INTO HIS CONTROL ROOM, HE ACTIVATES SEVERAL HIGH SPEED CAMERAS, THEN STARTS THE PRESETS ON THE BASELINE OSCILLATORS
CLAIRE SITS BESIDE HIM IN THE DATA ROOM
CLAIRE
"Okay Ben, I just went to seven point two hertz...lock...showing 2 millivolts, okay?
BEN
"Okay Hon, engaging one forty two point six, are we good?"
CLAIRE
"Affirmative, showing one forty two point six megahertz...ah pull it up...there...I've got 3 mills!"
BEN
"Okay, bringing up current on TWT into cavity...microwaves cooking..."
CLAIRE
"Should have brought some burritos..."
BEN
"A little much for burritos, they would burst into flames at this frequency...okay, do we have a lock?"
CLAIRE
"Yes we do my Love, ready to bring up the power, showing sixty-two point seven-twenty gigahertz at one millivolt...hope the presets are balanced?"
BEN
"It's just like a recipe at this point, power coming up!"
AS BEN BRINGS THE OSCILLATORS UP, THE TABLE SHAKES FOR JUST A SECOND, THEN THE BLACK GUNPOWDER ON THE TRAY BURST INTO A PUFF OF SMOKE
THE AUDIENCE IN THE VIEWING ROOM ON THE OTHER SIDE OF BEN'S OPERATION CENTER BURST INTO CHEERS AND CLAPPING
BEN JUST LOOKS THROUGH THE WINDOW AT THEM SMILING AND WAVING HIS HAND
BEN GETTING ON INTERCOM
"And for my next trick, please remain focused..."
BEN REACHES INTO HIS BAG AND PRODUCES A SINGLE TWENTY-TWO STARTER PISTOL BLANK BULLET AND WALKS INTO THE CAGE, CLEANS OFF BURNED RESIDUE FROM THE BLACK POWDER
(SCENE SWITCH)
INT: LARRY DAVID'S CAR-SPEEDING DOWN INTERSTATE TEN TO THE MUNITIONS SITE. LARRY'S A CHIEF SECURITY GUARD WITH THE MUNITIONS PLANT, AND IS RUNNING LATE BECAUSE OF AN EVENING OF WINE AND WOMEN
HE HAS NOT BEEN INFORMED OF TODAY'S TEST, AT LEAST NOT SPECIFICALLY
TO AVOID GETTING INTO TROUBLE, HE'S ALREADY DEVISED A PLAN TO COME DOWN STAIRS INTO THE BACK OF THE TEST BUILDING, THEN BLEND INTO THE FRONT OFFICE
SINCE HE HAS ALL THE PASS KEYS AND PROPER PASS CARDS, HE'S DONE THIS BEFORE
PULLING THROUGH THE GUARD GATE, HE IS QUICKLY WAVED OFF BY UNDERSTANDING GUARD, WHO UNDERSTANDS THAT LARRY LIKES TO PARTY
AS HE PULLS AROUND IN BACK TO THE SECURED PARKING AREA, HE STRAPS ON HIS GUN BELT AND GRABS HIS THIRTEEN BULLET GLOCK AND SNAPS IT INTO HIS HOLSTER
REACHING THE BACK OF THE BUILDING, HE RUNS DOWN THE THREE FLOORS OF STAIRS GOING UNDERGROUND, BUZZES THE PASS CARD ON THE BACK DOOR INTO THE CAGED AREA
BEN HAS ALREADY BEEN GIVEN THE ALL CLEAR AND STARTS TO POWER UP THE OSCILLATORS
EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION FOCUSED ON THE SINGLE BULLET SITTING ON TABLE, AS IT EXPLODES, LARRY HEARS GUNFIRE AND REACHES FOR HIS PISTOL WHICH IS NOW WITHIN THE DYNAMIC RANGE OF THE RESONANTING FREQUENCIES
ALL THIRTEEN BULLETS GO OFF, TWELVE IN THE CLIP AND ONE IN THE CHAMBER
INSTANTLY BLOWING LARRY'S RIGHT LEG OFF AND HIS LEFT HAND
BEN SHUTS DOWN OSCILLATORS
LARRY SCREAMS AS EVERYONE COMES RUNNING INTO ROOM
NOW LAYING ON FLOOR, BLEEDING PROFUSELY, HIS PELVIS LAY OPEN, LEG AND HAND LAYING ON OTHERSIDE OF ROOM, LARRY QUICKLY GOES INTO SHOCK, AS THE PARAMEDICS QUICKLY COME IN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO BEST HANDLE THIS
PARAMEDIC ONE
"His complete lower cavity is opened up, he has..."
PARAMEDIC TWO
"Man, just shut up and roll him into the sheets as tight as we can, put that plastic bag around there, let's go, let's go...
PARAMEDIC ONE
"Where are you going?"
PARAMEDIC TWO
"To get his hand and leg, he might be wanting them back...assuming he lives!"
PARAMEDIC ONE
"You know, you don't have to yell at me cause I'm new...you gotta give me a chance!"
PARAMEDIC TWO
"And you might just get that chance too...assuming..."
PARAMEDIC ONE
"Assuming what?"
PARAMEDIC TWO
"Assuming I let "you" live and don't kill you myself, now let's get moving!"
scene close
SUDDENLY DOCTOR BILLINGS FROM USC'S ADVANCED SCIENCE LAB AND DALE CLEVER EMERGE FROM THE SECURED AREA
BILLINGS
"We'll take it from here guard...good morning Ben...Claire, how was the scuttle on the I-Ten?"
BEN
"Well, it was crowded, but all those people coming back from Vegas...man!"
CLAIRE (pointing to two pallets of boxes)
"Here is all our stuff, we have already been marked, touched, and felt up..."
BEN
"And so has our equipment..."
CLEVER
"Well, all the prelist request have been furfilled, so I hope everything is in order?"
BEN
"The main thing is the R.F. cage, we can't allow this mixed bag of radiation to leak out and contaminate anything else you've got going on around here!"
BILLINGS
"Yea, that has us a bit concerned...but those power levels, I mean your not even pushing a watt of power and your effecting things I can't even explain!"
BEN
"Yea, that's good...keep them guessing, just the way I like it!"
CLEVER
"Shall we go to the lab...it's down by about three floors...guards, do you mind helping with the floor dollys?"
GUARD
"No sir, will everybody follow me?"
EVERYONE LOADING INTO HUGE FREIGHT ELEVATOR, WITH THE GUARDS FOLLOWING BEHIND WITH THE TWO PALLETS OF EQUIPMENT
LEAD GUARD STARTS ASKING QUESTIONS AS THE ELEVATOR GOES DOWN
"So sir, is this some earth breaking technology?"
BEN
"Oh yes, this will make the world a much..."
CLAIRE ELBOWS HIM IN THE RIB
CLAIRE
"Please Ben, this is top secreto you know, no speculative conversation, please!"
CLEVER
"I agree, sorry guys...we must refrain from chit-chat here?"
GUARD
"Sorry sir, but we are always curious on new inventions and such!"
CLEVER
"Totally understandable, let's follow protocol if you don't mind..."
(3 HOURS LATER)
AFTER SETTING UP EQUIPMENT, BEN HAS ALREADY STARTED CALIBRATING PERIMETERS FOR SEPARATE BANDS
CLAIRE IS MEASURING TRUE AND REFLECTIVE PEAKS OF VOLTAGE AND AMPLITUDES OF SIGNALS COMING INTO MONITORS ON THE OTHER SIDE OF THE TWELVE BY TWENTY R.F. CAGE THAT BEN IS IN
CLAIRE (ON INTERCOM)
"Did you want results in R.M.S. too...cause my resistive summary will graph differently in the microwave spectrum?"
BEN (ON COM)
"Might as well, we've got an extra voltmeter, don't forget the current draws on the D.C. supplies, too...we my dear are in the driver's seat from here out!"
CLAIRE
"It does make a bit of differance having a little extra room..."
BEN
"Okay, I'm loading the low band, zero point seven hertz, you confirm?"
CLAIRE
"Confirm, did you want to use the centers first and then bring in the subsets?"
BEN
"Claire...this Tektronics has preset memories on the oscillators, wish I had the budget for one of these guys, this is like driving a Mercedes..just sweet Dear!"
(30 minutes later)
IN FRONT OF BEN'S WALL OF GLASS LOOKING THROUGH A GROUNDED GRID CAGE, HE HAS PLACED A SIMPLE SAUCER OF BLACK GUNPOWDER ON THE WOODEN LAB TABLE
GOING BACK INTO HIS CONTROL ROOM, HE ACTIVATES SEVERAL HIGH SPEED CAMERAS, THEN STARTS THE PRESETS ON THE BASELINE OSCILLATORS
CLAIRE SITS BESIDE HIM IN THE DATA ROOM
CLAIRE
"Okay Ben, I just went to seven point two hertz...lock...showing 2 millivolts, okay?
BEN
"Okay Hon, engaging one forty two point six, are we good?"
CLAIRE
"Affirmative, showing one forty two point six megahertz...ah pull it up...there...I've got 3 mills!"
BEN
"Okay, bringing up current on TWT into cavity...microwaves cooking..."
CLAIRE
"Should have brought some burritos..."
BEN
"A little much for burritos, they would burst into flames at this frequency...okay, do we have a lock?"
CLAIRE
"Yes we do my Love, ready to bring up the power, showing sixty-two point seven-twenty gigahertz at one millivolt...hope the presets are balanced?"
BEN
"It's just like a recipe at this point, power coming up!"
AS BEN BRINGS THE OSCILLATORS UP, THE TABLE SHAKES FOR JUST A SECOND, THEN THE BLACK GUNPOWDER ON THE TRAY BURST INTO A PUFF OF SMOKE
THE AUDIENCE IN THE VIEWING ROOM ON THE OTHER SIDE OF BEN'S OPERATION CENTER BURST INTO CHEERS AND CLAPPING
BEN JUST LOOKS THROUGH THE WINDOW AT THEM SMILING AND WAVING HIS HAND
BEN GETTING ON INTERCOM
"And for my next trick, please remain focused..."
BEN REACHES INTO HIS BAG AND PRODUCES A SINGLE TWENTY-TWO STARTER PISTOL BLANK BULLET AND WALKS INTO THE CAGE, CLEANS OFF BURNED RESIDUE FROM THE BLACK POWDER
(SCENE SWITCH)
INT: LARRY DAVID'S CAR-SPEEDING DOWN INTERSTATE TEN TO THE MUNITIONS SITE. LARRY'S A CHIEF SECURITY GUARD WITH THE MUNITIONS PLANT, AND IS RUNNING LATE BECAUSE OF AN EVENING OF WINE AND WOMEN
HE HAS NOT BEEN INFORMED OF TODAY'S TEST, AT LEAST NOT SPECIFICALLY
TO AVOID GETTING INTO TROUBLE, HE'S ALREADY DEVISED A PLAN TO COME DOWN STAIRS INTO THE BACK OF THE TEST BUILDING, THEN BLEND INTO THE FRONT OFFICE
SINCE HE HAS ALL THE PASS KEYS AND PROPER PASS CARDS, HE'S DONE THIS BEFORE
PULLING THROUGH THE GUARD GATE, HE IS QUICKLY WAVED OFF BY UNDERSTANDING GUARD, WHO UNDERSTANDS THAT LARRY LIKES TO PARTY
AS HE PULLS AROUND IN BACK TO THE SECURED PARKING AREA, HE STRAPS ON HIS GUN BELT AND GRABS HIS THIRTEEN BULLET GLOCK AND SNAPS IT INTO HIS HOLSTER
REACHING THE BACK OF THE BUILDING, HE RUNS DOWN THE THREE FLOORS OF STAIRS GOING UNDERGROUND, BUZZES THE PASS CARD ON THE BACK DOOR INTO THE CAGED AREA
BEN HAS ALREADY BEEN GIVEN THE ALL CLEAR AND STARTS TO POWER UP THE OSCILLATORS
EVERYBODY'S ATTENTION FOCUSED ON THE SINGLE BULLET SITTING ON TABLE, AS IT EXPLODES, LARRY HEARS GUNFIRE AND REACHES FOR HIS PISTOL WHICH IS NOW WITHIN THE DYNAMIC RANGE OF THE RESONANTING FREQUENCIES
ALL THIRTEEN BULLETS GO OFF, TWELVE IN THE CLIP AND ONE IN THE CHAMBER
INSTANTLY BLOWING LARRY'S RIGHT LEG OFF AND HIS LEFT HAND
BEN SHUTS DOWN OSCILLATORS
LARRY SCREAMS AS EVERYONE COMES RUNNING INTO ROOM
NOW LAYING ON FLOOR, BLEEDING PROFUSELY, HIS PELVIS LAY OPEN, LEG AND HAND LAYING ON OTHERSIDE OF ROOM, LARRY QUICKLY GOES INTO SHOCK, AS THE PARAMEDICS QUICKLY COME IN TRYING TO FIGURE OUT HOW TO BEST HANDLE THIS
PARAMEDIC ONE
"His complete lower cavity is opened up, he has..."
PARAMEDIC TWO
"Man, just shut up and roll him into the sheets as tight as we can, put that plastic bag around there, let's go, let's go...
PARAMEDIC ONE
"Where are you going?"
PARAMEDIC TWO
"To get his hand and leg, he might be wanting them back...assuming he lives!"
PARAMEDIC ONE
"You know, you don't have to yell at me cause I'm new...you gotta give me a chance!"
PARAMEDIC TWO
"And you might just get that chance too...assuming..."
PARAMEDIC ONE
"Assuming what?"
PARAMEDIC TWO
"Assuming I let "you" live and don't kill you myself, now let's get moving!"
scene close
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