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
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