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TRIACS (24)
TEMPORARY DISPLACEMENT
INT: RITZ-CARLTON-DOWNTOWN L.A.-JENNIFER CONNOR'S ROOM-P.M.
JENNIFER CONNORS, NOW RUNNING UNDER THE ALIAS OF MARCIA QUINN GOES THROUGH CRAIG'S LIST ON HOUSE COMPUTER
FINDS META-TAG ON PROMPT WHICH HIGHLIGHTS "TRIAC" FOR SALE, MAKE OFFER
STARTS TO SMILE AS SHE SPRAWLS HALF-NAKED OVER GLORIOUS BEDDING'S
JENNIFER (TALKING TO HERSELF)
"Oh, you marvelous bitzy...you didn't escape me for long...I knew you would end up in confused hands...time to come home to Mama, ha-ha!"
(scene switch)
INT: BRENDA' S HOE HOUSE-P.M.
SEEING PRIVATE JERRY BARNS OPENING UP HIS EMAIL, SEEING TWO RESPONSES FOR HIS SALE OF THE TRIAC
HE RESPONDS TO THE FBI'S BOGUS "DANNY BOY" RESPONSE PLACED EARLIER BY AGENT ELLISON
POST: WHAT WOULD YOU BE WILLING TO PAY FOR THE DEVICE?
I AM NOT AT LIBERTY TO DISCUSS THE RAMIFICATIONS OR MORAL VALUE OF SUCH DEVICE, HOWEVER IT'S ALMOST BIBLICAL IN NATURE AND CAN CHANGE THE COURSE OF HUMANITY IF APPLIED IN NUMBERS. I WOULD BE SEEKING AT LEAST A MILLION DOLLARS ON THE OUTSIDE
IF INTERESTED PLEASE RESPOND BACK...PUNK ZAPPER MAN
SIGNING OFF AS TOM58@HOTMAIL.COM
LOOKING OVER OTHER RESPONSE, HE SEE'S IT LISTED AS BALLBUSTINGBITCH24@GMAIL.COM
JERRY (TO HIMSELF)
"What the hell is this...oh well?"
POST: WHAT WOULD A GIRL WITH A NAME LIKE YOURS WANT WITH THIS DEVICE?
DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT THIS THING CAN DO?
I WILL NEED AT LEAST A MILLION DOLLARS TO LET IT LOOSE, SO PLEASE BE FOR REAL, THEY CALL ME THE PUNK ZAPPER MAN, DON'T LET ME DOWN CAUSE I WOULD HAVE TO GO AFTER YOU NEXT, TELL ME HOW WE CAN MEET, JERRY
AS HE SENDS THE EMAIL OFF, HE CURSES AT HIMSELF FOR PUTTING IN HIS FIRST NAME, BECOMING OVERWHELMED WITH DISCUSSING ANYTHING WITH A WOMAN
(scene switch)
INT: FBI CENTRAL OFFICE-L.A. COUNTY-AGENT ELLISON'S OFFICE
AGENT ELLISON (LOOKING AT COMPUTER SCREEN AFTER BEEPING ALERT)
"Well, look at that Lieutenant, looks like someone just can't wait to get their goose cooked?"
LIEUTENANT CRUM
"That's amazing he came to the surface so quick..."
ELLISON
"Tell ya, pure desperation...that's how we get most of our tags, just give it a little time and they always end up giving themselves away!"
CRUM
"Yea, that is kind of a revelation...thought you guys had to do a lot of hiding behind walls, stakeouts, like high level espionage stuff...nothing doing huh?"
ELLISON
"Depends on the situation, but for jerks like this...he's way too deep on this...inexperienced and probably a nervous wreak by now..."
CRUM
"What's the drive on most these anyway?"
ELLISON
"Starts off as self-indulgence, greed...then when the act goes through...the toughest barrier lies smack dab before them..."
CRUM
"And what is that?"
ELLISON
"Lack of sleep...gets them every time!"
(scene switch)
INT: RITZ-CARLTON-JENNIFER'S SUITE
JENNIFER (NOW MARCIA QUINN) IS WIPING HER MOUTH AFTER EATING A LOBSTER TAIL, DRINKING SOME WINE, SHE SEE'S RESPONSE ON COMPUTER FROM JERRY-THE PUNK ZAPPER MAN, AND POST BACK
POST: WOULD LOVE TO SEE THE DEVICE FIRST, HAVE MONEY...SO HAVE DEVICE, CAN YOU BE (PAUSING TO THINK), CAN YOU MEET ME IN FRONT OF THE QUEEN MARY IN LONG BEACH AT 6 A.M. IN THE MORNING?
SIGNING HERSELF AS MARCIA (SHE SMILES AS SHE INDULGES INTO A LARGE WEDGE OF CHEESECAKE, WAITING FOR A RESPONSE)
(2 Hours Later)
INT: BRENDA'S HOE HOUSE
BRENDA WALKS OVER TO COUCH WITH A PLATE OF SPAGHETTI, NOTICING THAT JERRY BARNS IS DEEP ASLEEP
SHE DECIDES TO LET HIM SLEEP, AS SHE STARTS TO SUCK THE NOODLES UP HERSELF, SHE HESITANTLY REACHES INTO HIS BACK PACK AND FEELS AROUND, FINALLY LOCATING THE TRIAC, SHE LOOKS AT IT CAREFULLY, FINALLY PLACING IT ON THE COFFEE TABLE, WITH AN UNCERTAIN LOOK ABOUT WHAT IT IS, WHAT IT DOES, WHAT ALL THE FUSS IS ABOUT
THE SLURPING AND THE AROMA OF THE SPAGHETTI WAKES UP JERRY
JERRY
"Hey, what's up, something smells good there...that for me?"
BRENDA
"Maybe...if you hurry...no guarantees cause I can eat me some spaghetti...and quick too!"
JERRY LEANS HIS HEAD INTO HER LAP AS SHE PROCEEDS TO FEED HIM
JERRY
"You always this nice to your drop-in's, kinda unannounced and stuff?"
BRENDA (LAUGHING)
"You mean the weird one's like you...most of my boys would be trying to drill me up the butt by now...don't forget this is my living, remember I'm Brenda...Brenda the Hoe...just doing Tom a favor...so don't let it all go to your head...I'll get paid eventually...ain't nothing in this valley for free...but you know...like this, what in the hell is this thing?"
SHE GRABS TRIAC OFF COFFEE TABLE, AS JERRY TRYING TO TALK, STARTS TO CHOKE ON SPAGHETTI STRANDS STUCK IN HIS THROAT
JERRY
"Wait (coughing), put that thing down...that's not a toy...really it's not!"
BRENDA
"Well, what is it then...It's not like I'm going to call the cops or anything...just tell me what the hell it is!"
JERRY (WIPING FACE WITH NAPKIN)
"Alright, but you got to be cool with this...I got it off the base...I'm a...well I was a private there...it creates harmonics, like vibrations...works on anything that's explosive...like gunpowder...only a few around...it's like top secret!"
BRENDA
"Let me guess...you did or did you not know what this was...am I close?"
JERRY
"I thought it was a stereo speaker...little powered one's for your Smartphone...but man...I never meant to kill people, down plane's, girl I'm in so much trouble...you don't even want to know!"
BRENDA (LOOKING ANGRY)
"Yea, I think I could have done without the details...you know, I really don't want you here, no really...I've got enough to worry about in this world...just go!"
BRENDA PICKS UP DEVICE AND STARTS TO THROW IT
JERRY BLOCKS HER, GRABBING IT OUT OF HER HAND
THEY BOTH FALL TO THE FLOOR, WRESTLING THE DEVICE
BRENDA INADVERTENTLY ACTIVATES THE SWITCH
ILLEGAL WEAPONS IN HER BEDROOM AND NEXT DOOR APARTMENT GO OFF
SCREAMING OF OLD MAN CAN BE HEARD, THEN SEEN AS HIS HALF BLOWN APART BODY COMES FALLING OUT SECOND STORY WINDOW
THEN SILENCE, AS JERRY AND BRENDA JUST HOLD ON TO EACH OTHER, SHAKING
BRENDA
"Damn man, this thing really works...what just happened?"
COMPUTER BEEPS
JERRY (SPOTTING A (2) NEXT TO HIS POST)
"I got an email coming in...guess I should..."
BRENDA
"Okay, whatever...we need to get out of here!
SIRENS CAN BE HEARD APPROACHING
JERRY QUICKLY OPENS EMAIL FROM JENNIFER AND SEE'S THAT SHE WANTS TO MEET AT THE QUEEN MARY AT 6 A.M.
HE RESPONDS BACK...SEE YOU THERE, BLUE BACK PACK, ARMY BOOTS, RESPONDS TO PUNK ZAPPER MAN, 6 AM...JERRY
HE ONCE AGAIN CURSES TO HIMSELF FOR USING HIS FIRST NAME AGAIN
JERRY
"Why do you do that?"
BRENDA GRABBING HER STREET BAG AND PURSE
"Why do I what?"
JERRY
"No, no...I was talking to myself!"
BRENDA
"You do that a lot...come on dude, we gotta leave, I'm locking up!"
SIRENS PULLING UP IN FRONT
THEY RUN DOWN HALLWAY AND OUT EMERGENCY DOOR SETTING OFF FIRE ALARM SENSOR, PEOPLE RUNNING OUT OF ROOMS
BRENDA AND JERRY JUMP INTO HER CAR AND HEAD OFF DOWN STREET
BRENDA
"Dude...ah Jerry...that's right...look, tell Tom that he's got some explaining to do here?"
JERRY
"Explaining about what, you saw what happened...you turned the thing on...I told you the deal?"
BRENDA
"No, your not listening...how can Tom, who I've known since I was in diapers be a friend to a freak show like yourself...I don't get it?"
JERRY STARTING TO GET TENSE AND FRUSTRATED
JERRY
"Well, if you didn't mess with things that you...that you..."
BRENDA
"That I what, shut the hell up you moron, I'll say go, you go, you better leave, that was my life back there you screwed up, get out of my car, now!"
JERRY SNAPS, REACHING OVER BRENDA'S LAP PULLING UP DOOR HANDLE, PUSHING DOOR OPEN, AND SHOVING BRENDA...SCREAMING TO THE STREET WHERE SHE SLAMS INTO BACK OF STOPPED TRUCK, KILLING HER INSTANTLY
HE REGAINS BALANCE ON STEERING WHEEL AS HE HURRIEDLY SCOOTS OVER IN TO THE DRIVER'S SEAT
JERRY (TALKING TO HIMSELF)
"Oh God...really...man this is too messed up...so messed up...is anybody up there listening...please God...get me out of this crap...please, I beg you, please...this is too much...God I have to stop talking to myself!"
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