FADE IN:
Ext. contrasting neighborhoods, rich vS poor - DAY
The view descends into focus like a hang glider. The graffiti-ridden, garbage strewn Have-not neighborhood makes an impoverished eerie statement. Adjacently, an affluent gated community with manicured lawns and luxury cars has a construction project underway. JACK HAMMERS and diesel ENGINES overpower the VOICES of Workers as a concrete slab is hoisted atop the skeletal high rise. A grungy WORKMAN pushes a wheel barrel full of rocks to a secluded section, looks around and hurriedly walks away. 
Suddenly, the wheel barrel EXPLODES and the structure collapses, smashing and killing Workers. SHOUTS OF ALARM and CRIES OF AGONY ring out. Emergency RESCUE SIRENS race to the scene as panic and chaos replace the serenity.
Int. cart headQUARTERS, plippton's office - DAY
The King Kong-sized mahogany executive desk with name and title plaque says it all-this man is powerful. Patrice Hamilton, 36, looks around until she spots the always dapper Covert Activities and Repulsion Tactics (CART) Chief Administrator RAY PLIPPTON, 46, looking out the window. He turns to her looking troubled, defeated.
PlIPPTON
You're either very brave or very loyal...Well, let's get to it. The President's promised hands on involvement...yours.
(beat)
I hate the position you're in. It's asking a lot...a crisis of this magnitude...the media frenzy.
Plippton walks to his desk and takes his suit coat off the back of his executive chair and puts it on.
PATRICE
I've got 12 years in; the biggest job is public relations. All I ask is I be informed on all aspects of the case. This place is notorious for cloak and dagger operations.
PlipPTON
I'll do what I can. My hands are somewhat tied by process though. Nothing's confirmed yet, you're just acting director.
PATRICE
You notice how they always seem to be a step ahead? 
PLIPPTON
Well that's why you're here...to change there lucky streak, right?
Administrative assistants Cubicle office area - DAY 
Many stop and mime hand gestures as conservatively dressed Patrice and smooth Plippton pass by. Some women give looks as if they know Plippton more than professionally.
Plippton
In the red blazer, Marillyn Cifax, the best we got; very resourceful. 
PaTRICE
I remember when she got the Silver Medal a few years back.
PLIPPTON
You can't go wrong with her...but  then, they're all wonderful.
Patrice veers over to MARILLYN, 59, the proud business suit wearer, in contrast to the sexy slim model-types that sit stylishly at their desks. Plippton seems uneasy. He checks his watch; shuffles from foot-to-foot and rubs his hands together as he looks around.
PaTRICE
You know you're my new admin Mrs. C. How you been? We'll cover things in my office when I get back.
They exchange admiring smiles. Patrice and Plippton continue, occasionally nodding to workers along the way. 
MEETING ROOM - DAY
Patrice and Plippton stand, chatting outside the doorway. 
PlIPPTON
I almost forgot to mention. There's been another bombing...All hell's breaking loose as we speak. 
Patrice is caught off-guard by Plippton's casual bombshell. They enter and proceed towards the head of the table. He has a hand around her waist. The Executives rise like fallen dominoes. Two MALE EXECUTIVES in their 40s, that must have lifetime male chauvinist pig memberships, whisper. 
MALE EXECUTIVE #1
A few of us taking it easy for awhile. I never thought I'd see the day. Who're we? Maybe I should wear a short skirt and fuck-me pumps.
Male executive #2
The committee's fixing this in 2 weeks. Just a little eye candy til the selection's made. You gotta give it to Ray...what curvature.
Ext. bombed construction site - DAY
WILLIAM (Bill) WHITNEY, 34, handsome but sneaky-the type you need to always watch, looks through binoculars as he surveys the blast site and the surrounding impoverished area.
WhITNEY
(to himself)
Dammit Joanna. Why you always gotta go way the fuck overboard.
BINOCULAR POV: He spots the dirty blonde hair Workman that pushed the wheel barrel, STEVEN DUNBAUGH, 34, across the street watching the chaos. Whitney imperceptibly beckons to an INVESTIGATOR; alerting him to Dunbaugh. They nod to each other. Dunbaugh sees them and hurriedly walks away.
Whitney runs to cross the street. An approaching car SLAMS on the BREAKS just in time. Whitney POUNDS both HANDS on the HOOD of the CAR then continues with his pursuit.
Ext. 60th & mayberry, affluent/poor boundary - DAY
Like a football punt returner, Dunbaugh tries to evade the police and 2-way traffic. He's bumped a couple times and just about reaches a short wall separating the poor side of town when he's blind-sided by a pursuing Police Officer as he looks back. A few more Cops descend like attack dogs. The attractive blond JOANNA JASNIC, 35, sits in her car talking on her cell phone. She's viewing the unnecessary roughness.
JOANNA JASNIC
Shit! They caught Stevie. Take him off line...fucking animals.
Int. police car backseat, construction site - DAY
Encapsulated by muffled VOICES and SOUNDS, Whitney grabs the handcuffed Dunbaugh by the face.
WhITNEY
Yeah, you one of them too I see. I'm only asking this once; where the others at?
Dunbaugh jerks his head from Whitney's grip and snaps.
DUNBAUGH
What you mean others? A few missed pay checks and you're an ass wipe just like the rest of us.
Whitney mashes the tip of his gun up Dunbaugh's nose.
WHITNEY
I could wax your ass right here. Nobody would give a damn.
DUNBAUGH
Look at you...officer save my ass. I ain't the enemy bud; not hardly. It's them rich and powerful mother fuckers. They think the best of everything is just for them. Well, deliver this message errand boy-we got a right to live too!
Pensively, Whitney gets out of the Police car and SLAMS THE DOOR. He walks off and yells at the Investigator.
WHITNEY
I want every tape in the area!
Int. cart HEADQUARTERS, MEETING ROOM - DAY
Plippton and Patrice stand at the head of the table. The Executives are seated.
PlIPPTON
As you all know, The White House has appointed Ms. Hamilton Acting Director. Please follow my lead and support her fully; I think you'll find her pretty, uh impressive. 
Plippton walks to the rear of the room.
PATRICE
I thought we'd have time to get acquainted, but from what I've just been told, I need to address the latest bombing and how I'd like to proceed.
The faces of the men hardly conceal their disgust. Standing alone, Plippton's Video CELL PHONE RINGS. He turns away from the meeting. The caller displayed on the flip screen looks stressed and wired for sound.
PliPPTON
Why are you calling me here? I told you to never call me when I'm at--
JOANNA JASNIC (V.O.)
Look, that damn brown noser of yours fucked up again.
PLIPPTON
This isn't a good time. As you can imagine, I'm in crisis mode.
JOANNA JASNIC (V.O.)
Well, I'm in pissed off mode. That ass hole grabbed another one of my guys. You  know I'm getting fed up with Barney Fife. Who the hell does he think he is?
PLIPPTON
Joanna, cool it. This line isn't secure. I'll see you later, okay?
JOANNA JASNIC (V.O.)
Cool it! Your man fucks up and you want me to cool it? Alright, I'll be cool; real cool--like dry ice.
Plippton closes his phone and turns back towards the meeting. 
PaTRICE
So, let's adjourn for now. I'll be in my office the rest of the day.  I need all reports on my desk in   2 hours. Marillyn will send emails about tomorrow's meeting.
The 2 Male Executives gather their notes and steal piteous glances at Patrice. Plippton approaches and puts his arm around her shoulder. Patrice seems perturbed but smoothly pirouettes out of his sneaky attempt to lay hands on the merchandise.
PLIPPTON
I just got a call from Deputy Director Bill Whitney...he's been handling the field operations.
PATRICE
He's still around? I worked with him years ago. 
PLIPPTON
He's at ground zero and will brief you later...My door's open if you need anything-anything at all. 
PATRICE
Is this all the orientation I get?
PLIPPTON
I have a few minutes. I'll walk with you to your office. 
Patrice and Plippton leave and head off down a corridor.
Corridor
PLIPPTON (cont'd)
You know, you're going to need to strike a balance between the job and being a team player.
PaTRICE
Sounds intriguing...So you got any survival tips?
PlIPPTON
Yeah, look with your eyes closed and never remember what you heard. 
PATRICE'S OFFICE - DAY
Bill Whitney engages Patrice in a tete-a-tete.
Whitney
We have a suspect in custody.  They're working on getting something out of him.
Patrice
I trust you guys are going by the book; no accidents or clumsy falls.
WHITNEY
He's being treated like a prince...
You been briefed about the PUNKs?
PATRICE
My whole day has been a series of briefs. Brief orientation, brief meeting, brief lunch. I'm all ears.
WhITNEY
They steal lives! This is identity theft to the max. They supply the black market with human body parts; hands, eyes, skin grafts; anything to bypass the scanners.
Patrice looks at Whitney curiously.
WHITNEY (CONT'D)
It ain't white collar out there. They're gruesome twisted sick freaks of nature...the Serengetti and the Island of Dr. Moreau...all rolled into one.
PATRICE
You sound like we're dealing with animals not human beings...There may be a few bad apples, but I expect to save as many out of the bunch as possible.
WHITNEY
You're not thinking a kinder, gentler approach will stop the madness are you?
(pause)
This ain't the ballet. Steel toed boots are required to crack this thing...Now's not the time for a soft shoe routine.
PATRICE
Look, I know you guys are out there doing all you can, but we don't just trample over civilian rights...right? 
(beat)
I want to see less rough stuff and more detective work. What about informants? I'm sure somebody out there knows something.
Whitney's face hardly masks his disgust with her.
Ext. havenot neighborhood - nIgHT
A car parks and an expensive pair of pants and shoes get out. From the looks of this ghost town of an area, this is the low sales business district. Boarded up store fronts dilapidated fascia and littered sidewalks align both sides of the street.
Ext. rear building, graveled parking area - nIGHT
A car whirls into a space behind a brick and wood three-story building. A Sexy Figure in a black cat suit and ankle high boots step out. All legs and booty hurry towards the stairs to a heavily fortified first floor door.
EXT. hAVENOT NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
It's Ray Plippton; he walks in the street close to the parked cars. A STREET HUSTLER seems familiar and approaches smiling.
Street hustler
What you need player? 
Plippton nonchalantly answers without breaking stride.
PlIPPTON
You're new; where's tony?
INT. hallway - nIGHT
The Sexy Figure with shoulder length blonde hair puts a key in a door and pushes it open. 
EXT. haVENOT NEIGHBORHOOD - NIGHT
A car with 2 Male Figures has stopped in the middle of the street with it's lights on. A scantily clad Street Hooker wears a sizzling outfit and has leaned inside the drivers window. FOOTSTEPS draw their attention; it's Ray Plippton. He looks up at the sign on the door.
							3751 B
					PEOPLE UNITED FOR CHANGE
The Street Hooker turns and strikes a sexy come hither gesture at Plippton. The head of a BAG LADY pops out of her home-a large cardboard box. Her eyes angrily find Plippton's. Annoyed at her pathetic presence, he opens the door revealing a long dimly lit hallway and steps just inside cautiously.
BAG LADY (O.S.)
You got some change?
Int. office - niGHT
Deserted work stations and empty desks along with other office furniture fill the partially lit room. 
JoaNNA JASNIC
Well you coming? 
Joanna stands in a doorway looking sexy and alluring in the black cat suit. The whole package is on impressive display and it get's Ray's ogling attention. She turns and opens a camouflaged door revealing a flight of stairs.
Roomful of covered display cases
Plippton stalks as Joanna sashays.
PlIPPTON
So how far along are you?
JoaNNA
You didn't tell me the fire wall is randomly encrypted.
PLIPPTON
Network king's, huh?
JOANNA
We're just trying to hack into the government's super computer. Piece of cake right?
PLIPPTON
Use this. 
Plippton hands Joanna a piece of paper.
					Password: Patriceham 55460
Joanna saunters about as Plippton's senses are shackled to her sexual aura. 
PLIPPTON (O.S.)
Timing's everything. The encryption changes every 5 seconds once the code is initialized. Wednesday night is the night; I'll have her with me at a conference. 
JOANNA
I'll check my schedule and see if that works for me.
RAYMOND PLIPPTON
Well it better. I'm dealing with people that won't hesitate to take a life, innocent or not.
JOANNA
You government ass holes don't care about lost lives or innocence. Look how fucked up things are. You damn sure hesitated in stopping greedy executives from fattening their bank accounts and moving jobs off shore!
PLIPPTON 
What's with you people? The government's not Robin Hood. Everybody's out for all they can get and keeping it. You take care of you and yours...It's survival of the fittest.
JOANNA
Survival of the fittest! That shows how bull shit this all is...I'm telling you, things gonna get a whole lot uglier. 
PLIPPTON 
Joanna, Joanna. Everybody makes their place in life. You either have or you have not. Water seeks its own level.
JOANNA
And shit rolls down hill...This whole system is set up to keep the rich rich and everybody else piss ass poor, that's earth worm level if you ask me.
PLIPPTON 
Spare me the social righteousness. You won't feel that way when you're  what do you call it, iced up in bling bling. Just stay focused on the plan.
Plippton pops a pink pill.
JOANNA
You bastards think we're the have nots and we ain't having it! We so over taxed we been evicted out the poor house. Now this bull shit credit system too? What's up with you ass holes in congress?
PLIPPTON 
Who you trying to be, queen of the losers? All you have to do is break the Treasury fire wall codes and voila, you're on easy street. 
JOANNA
You just don't get it do you? This is about so much more...to millions of people.    
Plippton lustfully approaches Joanna.
PLIPPTON
Such a shame to let all that misguided passion go to waste. Why don't you put it to good use and show me what it's all about.
JOANNA
Don't try to mix the two. It's no pleasure doing business with you.
Int.	police headquarters, interrogation room - NIGHT
Bill Whitney paces as the muscular bad cop TYLER, 42, straps Dunbaugh in a dentist-like chair. DR. MANGUS, 47, a slob of a man whose over stuffed shirt has broken free of his coffee stained pants enters quickly, MUMBLING. He heads straight to a cabinet and fumbles through surgical implements. 
Whitney
So you're telling me when you were in college, you got hit by a pitch and lost your eye playing baseball ...is that right Mr. Dunbaugh?
DUNBAUGH
Yeah, that's it. How many times  you gonna ask me the same stupid fucking question? Where's my fucking law--
Before Dunbaugh can finish his sentence, Officer Tyler delivers a powerhouse punch to his midsection, grabs him by his shirt collar and is in his face real close.
TYLER
You've got somebody else's eye in your head. Why didn't we discover that the last 5 times we had you in here?...The only college you ever went to was the school of hard knocks; well you're about to get some advanced course work moron.
Officer Tyler walks away and Whitney resumes.
WhitneY
You think Jasnic cares about you? We know you were behind today's bombing. You willing to take the rap for this by yourself? Be smart, save yourself some time.    
DUNBAUGH
I don't know nobody named Jasper and I don't know nothing about no bombs...My mother never even 
let me play with fire crackers.
Tyler
You know, doc here must have graduated last in his class. I don't think he knows a scalpel from a hack saw. You'll be a real pretty boy when he's finished...unless he's been drinking again.
DUNBAUGH
Y'all don't scare me. I got nothing and got no chance at being nothing. You'll never get nothing outta me.
Mangus stabs a needle into Dunbaugh's neck and reclines    his chair. Dunbaugh twitches and shakes briefly. Mangus approaches with a WHIRRING dental SAW. Whitney stands in the rear; the wall clock displays 11:45 p.m. Dunbaugh GAGS and writhes in pain. Blood splatters on the floor near Whitney. 
Int. cart headquarters, meeting room - DAY
Patrice and ROGER DINGBOLD, 49, the sleuth of a nerd Intelligence Director, sit side-by-side analyzing the surveillance tape of the bombed construction site. Six Executives at another table also watch. Via remote control, Patrice still-frames, zooms-in and magnifies certain points of the tape. She approaches the screen, pointing out her area of interest.
PaTRICE
Look! Here! Who's driving that car? No other cars in the area. Did anybody stop that guy? Who is he? 
Bill Whitney is recognizable having his close encounter with the driver. Just as the image of a blonde haired person comes into blurry view, Whitney, standing in the rear, turns on the lights and walks toward the front. Patrice is surprised by his bold insubordination.
WhITNEY
Before you go off on the wrong tangent, this is where we are.

A radical group calling themselves Phoenix Underground Network Kings, PUNKs for short, is behind the U.S. bombings. We've been tracing their movements around the world. Their goal is to force democratic countries into marshal societies.
Whitney takes from inside his jacket a glass vial containing a bloody, life-like, dangling veins extracted cornea. 
WhITNEY
Just got this handed to me about an hour ago...scans just like the real thing. Removed it from one we found working as a school teacher-it's got a micro chip inside.
Whitney hands the jar to a grossed out Female Employee at the table of Executives. Patrice pulls Whitney aside.
Patrice
What do you call yourself doing?
You're way out of line. I'm conducting a meeting here. 
WHITNEY
Didn't Ray fill you in? This is a field issue...my department.
PATRICE
Wrong again. It's a who's the boss issue and that's my department. 
WHITNEY
Well well, look who's been bitten by the power bug. However temporary, we are on the same team you know?
PATRICE
So what's up with the end run? Remember who's quarterback.
WHITNEY
Oh, I'm very aware of the position you're in...what about you?
Patrice looks at Whitney as he leaves wryly. Dingbold curiously examines the jar of bloody human eye tissue.
Int. dimly lit room filled with computers - DAY
Joanna watches as a PUNK Tech accesses the CART network with Patrice's password. The monitor displays icons for STATEDEPT, DEFDEPT, TREASDEPT and NATO. He accesses TREASDEPT. 
JOANNA
Back up. What's up with NATO?
Punk TECH
Probably just an info page.
When accessed, the NATO screen displays a LEOSMIND icon.
JoaNNA
Isn't that that satellite bull shit they got up in space...Open it!
He clicks the LEOSMIND icon and the screen reads.

			Second Authorization Required 
  		  Scan Administrator Badge
Punk TECH
Need an executive I.D. for that plus be on their computer...No way we pull that off, oh well.
JOANNA
Let me worry about that.
Int. cart headquarters, patrice's Office - DAY
Patrice sits at her desk and is having problems with her computer. She TAPS various letters but the keyboard is frozen Her face displays puzzlement of an on-screen message:
Password has multiple users 
logoff one station
Whitney appears at her office doorway. Patrice notices him. He enters with Grinch-like smoothness.
WHITNEY
I wasn't trying to grandstand  earlier. I just know you're still feeling your way around.
PATRICE
So what's your real problem... answering to a woman, or is it 
I have the job you think you want?
WhITNEY
Was my chivalry misconstrued? I guess I'm guilty of being a bit over protective.
(pause)
I remember the breakdown you had a little while ago...wouldn't want that again, not now...just trying to deflect some of the pressure.
Patrice looks askance as Whitney feigns concern.
PaTRICE
I'm more than capable of holding my own; no need to strain your manhood or whatever it is.
WHITNEY
You know, many qualified people were passed over for you.
PATRICE
Oh spare me. The good ole boys club is all played out.   
WHITNEY
Think about it. This is a high stakes game and for some reason you've been given an enviable hand.
PATRICE
Given! A woman gets the job and it's a question of favoritism? How about you boys just don't measure up; ever consider that?
WHITNEY
Like I said, it's not personal; you won't catch me out of line again.
Whitney turns and leaves. Patrice's stare burns a hole in the back of his shirt as she sits down on the front of her desk.
INT. punks hideout - eVENING
Joanna and seven PUNKs stand at a large map of the United States. New York, Chicago and Los Angeles are circled.
JoaNNA
I'll have the passports...So, who ain't clear on what the fuck's up? Say something now because tomorrow it's going down.
All Eyes remain focused and determined.  
Ext. commercial retail area - EVENING
Patrice drives in traffic talking on her cell phone. All cars stop for a red light.
PATRICE
Okay, I'm stopping at Luigi's and should be home in 15 minutes.
BOY'S VOICE (V.O.)
I'm having grape, you want diet, right ma?
Joanna's car - EVENING
A car with Joanna Jasnic and 2 Male PUNKS has stopped beside Patrice. Neither sees the other. A conservatively dressed MIDDLE-AGED COUPLE window-shop at a jewelry store across the street.
Joanna
Look at the love birds...all birds travel don't they?
Joanna drives off as the light changes to green. The Middle Aged Man pushes open the door to the store and enters after his lady love.
Ext. luIGI AND GABANO'S RESTAURANT - EVENING
Patrice receives her carry out bag of food via the walk-up counter window. A commotion has boiled over at the front entrance a few feet away. Two burly MALE BOUNCERS step from behind a computer monitor mounted on a pedestal and abruptly halt the entry of a Couple that are red-lighted when trying to enter behind a Mother and her Two Teen Daughters who were green lighted.
Male bouncer
You can't pay, you don't stay. 
INT. jewelry store - EVENING
Joanna browses the display cabinets of opulent baubles. The ring and tennis bracelet that the Middle-Aged Woman wears is as impressive as any the store offers. There's trouble at the entry door. The last of the Two Male PUNKs that followed Joanna into the store has a warning message that now starts to flash on the attractive and petite SECURITY CHECKER's monitor. She sternly and confidently signals. 
Security checker
Excuse me. Can you walk back through for me?
The Two Male PUNK Accomplices look at each other. 
Punk accomplice#1
Sure. No problem. I've got an account here. 
Joanna looks at her Accomplices and then to the Middle-Aged Couple who are being shown necklaces by a store clerk. The Male PUNK turns around and walks matter-of-factly out and back into the store. Again, he's green-lighted but the  message flashes. The Security Checker smiles and nods at him as she presses the Intervention Button. The Store Clerk notices a flashing blue light and walks toward the scene. Two Muscular Men in short-sleeve shirts walk past Joanna towards the Two Male PUNKs. Joanna confronts the Middle-Aged Couple by showing the gun tucked in the waist of her jeans.
Joanna
How you wanna play it?
The surprised shock in their eyes and frozen bodies say they're playing it stiff and quiet. Joanna places a metal scanning device in front of them on the counter.
The Security Checker, the Two Male PUNKs, the 2 Muscular Men and the on-looking Store Clerk, talk amongst themselves near the front entrance Security Station.
SecURITY CHECKER
If that's true, the DNA will clear it up and the cops drop you off where you tell them to; nothing to worry about. Are you with him?
Punk accomplice #2
No, I'm not. Actually, just met him on the way in. 
The computer screen has name and address information but also Credit Balance, Criminal Status and Action-to-Take Fields as well. The Male PUNKs' Criminal Status says Possible I.D. Theft Match and the Action-to-Take says Detain.
The Middle-Aged Couple look nervously at Joanna as they take turns scanning their hands on the device. 
JoaNNA
Nice ring; expensive huh?
Joanna takes the woman's hand, looks at the ring and pricks a finger tip with a hair pin and squeezes blood onto a napkin.
JoaNNA
See what cooperation gets you?  Kiss the grand kids for me.
Joanna exits out a side door and disappears into the night.
Int. dingy Basement, police headquarters - DAY
Tyler and Whitney suspiciously slip through a door and WALK DOWN a flight of STAIRS. Tyler opens the door to a small dark room and shines a flashlight at something on the floor.
TyLER
Looks like we've got nothing to hold you on other than ugly looks and being piss ass poor. Mangus says no charge for his services, but you owe me for the overnight stay maggot.
Dunbaugh looks up with a sinister look; he's in bad shape. Whitney and Tyler each grab a leg and DRAG Dunbaugh out the room and down six concrete steps towards an open door; his head HITS hard on each step. An unmarked white cargo van is in the alley with the rear doors open.
Ext. white cargo van, poor neighborhood - day
As the Driver slowly rolls down one street and then another, the graphic and chilling detail of just how run down and beat down have-not life is, is shown. Police are seen pulling a vagrant from his car home and blasting him with tasers; a dead-body outline with cordon tape adorns the sidewalk in front of a smashed pawn shop window. A thug snatches a woman's grocery bag and the van stops to let him run by. The drive past an elementary school shows a drug deal between a young male student and an older female addict taking place through the play ground fence. A politician's campaign sign reads, "For Continued Progress Re-Elect Al Furness." 
Int. white CARGO VAN - day
Steven Dunbaugh has his hands cuffed behind him and sits slumped on a bench seat in the back of the van. Whitney and TYLER, sitting opposite, still try to get him to talk.
Tyler
Look at you now pretty boy, a real piece of work. I'd work on my memory, you might see us again.
Dunbaugh
Well, you'll see me again alright; in your worst nightmare.
WhITNEY
I'm trying real hard not to rip your tongue out your mouth and shove it up your ass. You need to learn to respect the law.
Tyler TAPS on the window separating the Driver.
Tyler
This is far enough. We've wasted enough gas on this piece of shit.
Dunbaugh
You bastards ain't the law. You're just like the rest of the thugs and cut throats out here. What happened to the serve and protect part?
Tyler jabs Dunbaugh in the midsection with his police baton.
TYLER
I'm feeling real bad you don't appreciate all we've done for you.
The van stops curb side to a filthy tenement slum. People are out and about but nobody pays the van any attention. Whitney OPENS THE DOOR and jumps out. Tyler uncuffs Dunbaugh, helps him from his seat toward the door. Then as if trying a long distance field goal, kicks him from the van onto the street. Dunbaugh rolls to the curb, his head resting in a puddle of dirty rain water. Whitney goes over to Dunbaugh and bends down speaking softly.
WHITNEY
You need to have a doctor look at that; it's all oozey and yuckey. Tell Joanna what she did wasn't cool...not cool at all.
Whitney stands, URINATES near Dunbaugh's head, WALKS back to the van, climbs in and CLOSES THE DOOR. As the van drives away, Dunbaugh rises to his feet but stumbles face first into a heap of maggot infested, wet, slimy garbage. Three Havenots run to Dunbaugh's aide. They react to his gruesome sight. 
A montage of NATIONWIDE bombing scenes - DAY
An EXPLOSION on a top floor of a downtown Chicago office building sends huge sections crashing down on scurrying Passersby below. SIRENS of emergency medical and rescue vehicles rush to the scene.
On a crowded New York City subway station platform, the headlights of an approaching 5 car train grow brighter. Suddenly, the train engine EXPLODES and jumps the tracks. People SCREAM and trample each other fleeing as the careening SCREECHING sections squash the unlucky ones.
A letter bomb EXPLODES in a Los Angeles Post Office as it passes through a sorter. Workers panic amid the wreckage and debris of scattered mail and equipment...and body parts.
Int. white house, oval office - DAY
A grim faced PRESIDENT of the United States, 59, stares solemnly out a window. Patrice and the heavily decorated National Security Advisor, General WILLIAM DEVANEY, 53, brief him on the severity of the PUNKs situation.
PaTRICE
We gotta step this up; neighborhood sweeps, wiretaps, paid informants--
PREsident
You're joking right? Congress and the media will have a field day.
DEVANEY
Nothing helps the cause more than protecting American lives. We need to send a kick ass message to every thug, rogue country and fanatical group out there that we can be their worst nightmare. 
PaTRICE
Sir, our 3 most populated cities were bombed. We've lost hundreds. We end this pronto or more than your re-election could be doomed.
The President winces, then looks serious and calculating.
PRESIDENT
Whatever you 2 have in mind better not blow up in our faces. We've got to fire wall the press. They're already creating a national panic, we don't need hysteria.
PATRICE
There'll be no Iraq or Watergate here. Women pay close attention to detail and directions.
A phone on the President's desk BUZZES. 
LADY'S VOICE (O.S.)
I'll be leaving shortly Mr. President. You're to be at the Speaker's fund raiser by 8pm tonight. The security arrangements have all been cleared. 

Tomorrow you'll attend St. Lukes Presbyterian at 8:15; remember to say something to the families affected by the bombings. Try to get some rest. Good night, sir.
The President paces in thought, then stops and opens a door. He turns and points a finger at DeVaney and Patrice before exiting.
InT.	cart, staff meeting - DAY
Patrice stands addressing the Staff seated at the conference table, Whitney's also in attendance. She occasionally points to a wall-map of the city.
PaTRICE
Checkpoints will be rotated here, here and here. Bill's riding shot gun with the police so he can keep an eye out for any unnecessary roughness.
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Remember to kiss a few babies Bill while you're out being sociable.
PATRICE
Peggy, you handle the media; only tell them what you have to; I'll be at the surveillance center. 
Int. punks basement hideout - night 
Joanna and DARIA, 20, oh so attractive and with a body only the chosen ones are blessed with, stand talking. Four other Male PUNKS in their 20s also, listen intently.
Joanna
Okay, y'all ready?
Daria
You got to ask?
JOANNA
We need a I.D. badge from somebody high up. You 2 take the van and-- 
The DOOR BURSTS OPEN. It's Dunbaugh and he's a bloody, dirty mess. No junk yard dog's ever looked this bad. He's made it to Joanna's and collapses in the doorway. He slowly rolls over, revealing his physical condition. Everyone's shocked.
JoaNNA
Stevie! Oh shit! Them ass holes!
Int.	Patrice's home, den - nIGHt 
Patrice sits on the sofa wearing a fluffy terry-cloth robe. She picks up the TV remote and continues the muted tape from the bombed construction site she tried to view at work. Whitney has just pounded his hands on the hood of the car. The next 2 frames zoom-in closer on the Driver. A grainy profile of Joanna Jasnic is evident when the tape abruptly ends. She's suddenly watching images of the News. Graphic, chaotic images of hospital wards full of bleeding, badly mangled people from around Country.
ANCHORMAN (O.S.)
The ghastly deadly bombings have the Country terrorized and have exacted a deadly toll. Over 150 are confirmed dead, over 375 people are badly injured and 90 are missing. 

A new scathing report blasts the Citizen's Defense Tax for widening the gap between the rich and poor. It surmises that since it's passage there's been a rise in violent crimes of protest.

Today Congress gave unprecedented powers to Law Enforcement via the controversial Patriot Act. Ex-cons will have electronic transceivers implanted under the skin; thereby making satellite based video tracking and monitoring possible.
EXT. u.s. CAPITOL BUILDING STEPS - DAY
White-haired Congressman BOB BARN, 59, is concluding his remarks to Reporters.
Bob barn
This new tax makes it possible for Law Enforcement to track and monitor paroled and suspected criminals anywhere in the world.
RePORTER
Congressman, in light of all the layoffs and job losses, how can you justify this new tax that unfairly places the majority of the burden on the working class?
Bob Barn
Tell me reporter, would you rather have safe streets or a safety deposit box? Wasn't it Kennedy that said, "Ask not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country?"
Lights are dimmed and Patrice now lounges with a drink in her hand. She reaches for the framed picture of her deceased husband in police uniform on a nearby end table. Another frame on the table holds the newspaper headline reporting his slaying by the PUNKS in a raid gone bad. She closes her eyes and snuggles the picture frame like lovers slow dancing to a favorite song.
Ext. building rooftop - nIGHT
Two Male PUNKs and Joanna BURST THROUGH the stairwell DOOR, RUNNING frantically towards the fire escape; a POLICE OFFICER is just seconds behind them. Just as he is about to grab Joanna, waiting her turn to descend, he trips and falls; his gun skids away from him. Joanna gets to his gun before he can rise. She points the gun at him.  
JOANNA
Looks like you've fallen for the wrong girl this time...get up twinkle toes.
The fallen Officer gets to his feet.
JOANNA
You kiss your kids goodbye today? Daddy ain't coming home no more. 
Another COP runs up on the scene. Joanna grabs the Officer and places Him between her and the Cop who's just arrived. She has the gun to his head as the Cop points his gun at her.
Cop
You're caught, let him go. You don't wanna shoot a police officer. You wouldn't make it off this roof. 
She pauses, looks over the edge of the rooftop as if thinking. She has the Officer as her human shield.
JOANNA
You're right...but a cold hearted gutless pig I got no problem with.
Joanna SHOOTS. The Cop FALLS holding his neck and flinching. Joanna pushes the Officer away as she notices other Policemen starting to come through the rooftop stairwell door. The Police Officer shockingly looks at his fallen partner then back to Joanna. Sadness is in Joanna's eyes as if for a moment she's thinking of a long ago experience.
JOANNA
That was for all the fucking nights my little princess cried for a daddy who didn't give a damn.
Joanna surprisingly jumps over the roof ledge and lands in the back of a waiting pick up truck full of sponges that the other 2 escaped PUNKS have positioned for her daring getaway. 
Int. cart headquarters - DAY
Patrice and ROGER DINGBOLD exit her office.
PaTRICE
I needed to get out for a breather; my phone's been ringing nonstop.
They come to a glass security door and Dingbold places his left hand onto a handprint scanning module; a series of lights emanate from beneath his hand. He then turns to face a black pad to the right side of the security door; a blue light scans his right eye. The security door CLICKs. As they cross the thresh hold, another red light scans their bodies.
Ext. caRT HEADQUARTERS - DAY 
Two MALE PUNKs in their 20s, sit parked in an old cargo van observing Personnel exit and enter the building. Lying on the seat is a newspaper with the picture and article of Patrice exclaiming that more aggressive tactics will be employed to apprehend the bombing perpetrators.
Male Punk #1
Over there...that's her.
Patrice and Roger Dingbold make their way across the street towards an outdoor parking lot. The 2 MALE PUNKs drive toward the lot as Dingbold drives towards the exit. Steadily, a moving van backs out into traffic, blocking the PUNKs' way; they SLAM on the BREAKS and HONK the HORN. Patrice's two-way interactive pager BEEPS.
		HOMELAND SECURITY BRIEFING IN 5 MINUTES 
		MR. WHITNEY SAYS HE'S FILLING IN FOR YOU
PATRICE
Oh Roger, I've got to run back upstairs; can we have a rain check on lunch? I'm sorry.
DinGBOLD
Almost had ya...I would have been the envy of all the guys.
PATRICE
Yeah, they're out to get me, but I doubt it's for a date...Bring me a tuna sandwich...extra pickles?
Dingbold UNLOCKS the DOORS and Patrice quickly gets out of the car and hurries across the street. There are a lot of People moving about. Dingbold starts to drive as the moving van parks out of the way of the stalled traffic.
Ext. prairie house blvd, Poor neighborhood - DAY
As the two Young MALE PUNKs tail Dingbold, one talks on a cell phone.
Young MALE PUNK #1
We're tailing her now.
JOANNA JASNIC (O.S.)
Good, good, we'll be ready.
Dingbold makes a turn through an obvious have-not neighborhood. He presses the button to POWER LOCK his CAR DOORS. He looks in his rearview mirror and seems relieved that the van that the two Male PUNKs are driving is gone.
Suddenly from the rear passenger side, the van RAMS his CAR. The Two MALE PUNKs jump out of the van and RUN to Dingbold's car. One BREAKS the WINDOW with a tire iron, OPENS the DOOR, pulls Dingbold from his car and doubles him over by punching him in the stomach. Dingbold FALLS gasping for air. The other PUNK OPENS the passenger DOOR, points his gun and SHOUTS.
Young MALE PUNK #1
She's not here!
Young MALE PUNK #2 
What you mean?
Young MALE PUNK #1
She must have got out! She ain't here.
Young MALE PUNK #2
We gotta go, come on!
DinGBOLD
What's this all about?
They snatch Dingbold up, hurry him to the van, toss him in and then SPEED away with their human cargo.
Int. patrice'S OFFICE, CART - NIGHT
Patrice's son Derrick, 11, ejects a game cartridge from the PC, turns off the monitor, jumps up from the desk and heads for the door.
DerrICK
I wanna work here when I get old.
PATRICE
It's not the fun and games around here you're probably thinking...
And you don't have to be old to work here, thank you very much. 
Just as they step out the door, the monitor springs to life. 
DerrICK
How about pizza?
PaTRICE
Sure, but homework's dessert.
Screens full of data rapidly scroll down the monitor.
Ext. dilapidated building - DAY
Birds melodiously CHIRP and the dawn has just crawled above the horizon as Police, armed in riot gear, charge towards a first floor apartment on the seedy side of town. They RUN UP the STAIRS, KICK down the DOOR and RUSH IN with guns drawn. 
INT. apartment, front room - DAY
Except for a few scattered pieces of abandoned equipment and debris, this raid is a bust. Whitney feigns disgust at the thwarted surprise attack. He angrily KNOCKS OVER a piece of EQUIPMENT sitting on a table.
WHITNEY
Damn! Tear down the walls if you have to...find me a lead!
A YOUNG OFFICER 22, sifting through the contents of a trash can, discovers a charred piece of paper that has illegible writing on it; He offers it to Whitney.
YOUNG OFFICER
Sir, you wanna take a look at this?
Whitney examines the remnant then heads for the door.
YOUNG OFFICER
Maybe forensics can find something.
INT. PATRICE's office - DAY
Patrice and Whitney sit at a conference table. Whitney appears to be upset. It's obvious from the crumbled sheet of letterhead Whitney's holding, it's not the same as the Young Officer gave him.
PATRICE
CART is a highly classified secret organization. The only way we find CART letter head at a PUNKs hideout is if they got it from someone here.
WhITNEY
That's what I feared. I hear Roger never made it back from lunch yesterday...is he still out?
Patrice looks at Whitney distastefully.
Int. dimly lit basement - dAY
Joanna and four other PUNKs stand around a work bench where Roger Dingbold is restrained as if awaiting surgery. Table lamps are lighted with the shades off; one of the PUNKs is shining a huge flashlight. Joanna reads Dingbold's I.D.
Joanna
Intelligence Director, huh?
Dingbold
If you're planning on using me as a hostage, they won't negotiate. I don't know anything...what you need me for?
A PUNK in a dirty, stained lab coat with a hypodermic needle in one hand and a knife in another approaches like it's time to carve the roast beast. Joanna gives a dastardly smile and walks away. A nervous, sweaty Dingbold YELLS in pain. 
SUPER: GOVT OPTIONS TO INFILTRATE CRIMINAL ELEMENTS 				        SYMPOSIUM, Geneva Hotel, Herndon, VA
Ext. GENEVA hotel - DAY
Greeted by a mob of banner yielding Protestors and Reporters decrying the Government's focus on catering to the wealthy versus the needy, Dignitaries arrive in sedans and limos. Protestors SHOUT vulgarities as they're held back by a barricade of Policemen wearing riot gear.
Plippton and Patrice arrive and hurry from their sedan into the hotel. Joanna snakes amongst the rear of the crowd.
INT. geneva hotel, meeting room - NIGHT 
Attendees sit at 8 foot long rectangular tables arranged theater style. Plippton and Patrice are seated at the head table and appear stately and serious as the CHAIRMAN, 54, speaks. Plippton slyly pops a pink pill into his mouth.
Chairman
When we adjourn 2 days from now, the world will be its safest since the start of the nuclear age.
The Chairman walks to a humongous map of the world which is highly detailed and magnificently carved into the wall.
ChaIRMAN
Ladies and gentlemen, because of our courage and foresight, the Low Earth Orbit Satellite Missile INtercept Defense System assures us that this will be here forever.

I'm proud to report that LEOS MIND is fully operational and online. This space based network will track, intercept and destroy any nuclear warhead launched from any place any where in the world. 
While the full body APPLAUDS, The Chairman continues.
CHAIRMAN
And yes, the network is totally hacker proof!
Patrice whispers to Plippton.
PatRICE
Hackers! I'd be more worried about espionage and traitors from within.
A CONSERVATIVE looking WOMAN in her 40s rises.
Conservative woman
That's a neat expensive space toy you boys have. After all, you're the reason we need it.

What grand plans are there for creating jobs and providing housing and medical care for the millions of displaced in our own cities?

Even America's economy is so over-taxed and inflated that it's now a society of haves and have-nots. And we wonder why there's so much crime? Would we really rather build bombs and prisons than a bridge to hope?...Or do we even care? 
She sits down amid dead silence. The Chairman rises, clears his throat and eyes Plippton as he speaks.
CHAIRMAN
We can all be assured that the Finance Committee has worked out a fair plan to distribute resources. 
(beat)
This meeting is in recess until tomorrow at 8 A.M. I look forward to greeting you all at tonight's  reception.
As the Symposium Attendees mingle and talk amongst themselves, Plippton and Patrice converse.
PATRICE
You chair that committee don't you?
PLIPPTON
Nothing I volunteered for trust me.
(pause)
Countries depend on the ratings to borrow from the IMF to finance social programs. My job is to ensure fairness and impartiality and resist outside influences that could skew the process.
INT. cart heADQUARTERS, office - nigHT
A silhouette of a Male Image swipes a card on the key board then speedy fingers TYPE on a laptop that's attached to the computer terminal on the desk in the darkened room.
                  NETWORK LOGON: PATRICEHAM55460                 				      WEAPON SYSTEM: LEOS MIND
				 ACCESS LINK STATUS: STEALTH
				     COMMAND ACTION: LAUNCH STANDBY
Int. PUNKS basement HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT
With Joanna looking over his shoulder, a PUNKS TECH is at a computer terminal. He's feverishly TYPING.
PUNKS TECH
Checkmate baby, we're in! They won't know til it's too late.
INT. adult party - niGHT
Plippton, the Chairman, and a roomful of the Ambassadors gorge themselves with drink, drugs, food and sex. They're groped by beautiful, young scantily clad women. Plippton is led to a dimly lit room by the buxom, curvy DARIA. She's wearing a short sheer camisole, g-string and heels. As he enters, a MALE FIGURE sits at a small round table and speaks with a suspect accent.
Male figure
I see you and your colleagues approve of the menu this time.
The besotted Plippton squeezes Daria's buttocks as she leaves and closes the door.
Male FIGURE
Let's make this brief...The Credit Rating and the Treasury Codes will be delivered in the time frame as agreed, yes?
PlIPPTON
I got my end covered. Just make sure the $25 million's where it's supposed to be when its supposed to be there. You comprende, yes?
MALE FIGURE
In those 5 seconds we'll transfer $500M; enough money to change the economic balance in the Middle East and fund our political agenda...I don't have to tell you how upset we'll be if things go wrong.
The Male Figure extends an envelope. Plippton takes and opens it; he fans a stack of bills and smiles.
PLIPPTON
Nice deposit.
MALE FIGURE
Time will soon tell if it's for a yacht or a tombstone...Goodbye Mr. Plippton; enjoy the buffet.
Plippton raises his brow and then opens the door. Daria immediately approaches him with a saucer full of a pink powdery substance. Plippton takes a heaping pinch and eats. Entwined bodies are all about the suite.
Int. cart headquarters - NIGHT
The Male Image rises, closes the laptop and puts it in a duffle bag. He exits down the hallway. As he places his hand in the Palm Reader, a focused glance of his wrist reveals stitches and trickles of blood. A blue light scans his face. 
The electronic panel near the side of the door reads: 
				   IDENTITY AUTHENTICATED
         ROGERPDING56141
Once past the security check, He drops a package addressed to The President of The United States and makes his way down the steps...the well lit area exposes it is not Roger Dingbold.
INT. white house, meeting room - DAY
The President, Patrice, DeVaney, Whitney and other Defense Personnel sit discussing the chaos of the latest bombings. Three different newspapers with headlines telling of public fear and panic are tossed on the table by the President.
PrESIDENT
I'm tired of my days starting like this.
The President rises and WALKS over to a door. He points to Patrice and DeVaney, and motions them to come with him.
The oval office - DAY
The President, Patrice and William DeVaney sit and talk.
PrESIDENT
We've been sitting on this.
A screen SLIDES down from the ceiling. Side-by-side photos of Joanna Jasnic and her rap sheet and alias names are shown.
PreSIDENT
This is their leader; she's given us 48 hours to respond as instructed.
PaTRICE
As instructed! She has no idea of the response she's going to get.
(beat)
For some reason she looks familiar.
Patrice inquisitively ponders Joanna's face.
PreSIDENT
You think you handle it from here?
DEVANEY
Just so you know, the neighborhood sweeps start tonight; we'll have this all bottled up in 36 hours. 
PRESIDENT
Keep it quiet...no leaks...if this blows up, I'll know nothing... you two tap dance on your own...just so you know.
Patrice and DeVaney eye each other; DeVaney walks to a phone.
PRESIDENT
Dial out secure.
The President turns to Patrice.
PresIDENT
This is the right thing, right? 
PaTRICE
We're out of time and options. And the press is getting more worked up by the day. 
INT. cart tracking & surveillance center - DAY
DeVaney and Whitney stand talking with Patrice about the plan to identify and apprehend the PUNKs.
WhITNEY
The Administration has finally found the balls to take action.
Patrice gives him a pitiful look for his mannerless remark. DeVaney walks off like the general he is; making sure the equipment passes inspection. Patrice and Whitney follow.
DevANEY
Now we'll get to see what these expensive do-dads can really do.
Whitney pulls a folder from inside his suit coat.
Whitney
Just punch the names in and the GPS system locates the target.
(pause)
We'll then tap into Police and FBI files...even hospital records.
PaTRICE
You're kidding right?
WHITNEY
Ever heard of the Patriot Act?
PATRICE
Ever heard of civilian rights to privacy? I won't authorize a witch hunt.
Whitney
This job isn't so dainty after all is it? It get's down and dirty; but then you are just acting.
PATRICE
And what's that supposed to mean?
(beat)
You know, you don't have any more times to step out of line with me.
DevaNEY
You two court later, let's get going. I'll handle the clearances; it's a National Security issue.
Patrice and Whitney follow DeVaney to the central command station of the hi-tech surveillance center. Employees monitor computer screens, radio spectrum analyzers, radar transponders and global position satellite terminals.  
WhITNEY
You should get one of the techs to show you how some of this works; there's also web classes you can take on weekends. 
Patrice snatches the folder from Whitney and impressively demonstrates how the process will work. She enters a name into the GPS terminal and displays the target's whereabouts on a bank of video pixels. She zooms in on the location, runs a background check and then cross references the nearest police unit with other nearby radar equipment.
PatRICE
I think that demonstrates how capable I am. I'd pay close attention in class if I were you.
Patrice rises and walks away. DeVaney turns to Whitney.
DevANEY
You got it bad for her huh? Problem is, you've got the charm only a corpse could tolerate.
INT. patriCE'S OFFICE - DAY
Patrice sits at her desk; drawn blinds block the afternoon sunshine. She's talking to a man on the telephone.
PaTRICE
John, I need a vacation or a punching bag. These guys are trying my last nerve. All of a sudden nobody is prepared at meetings; daily reports aren't being done on time. This job is aging me.
MALE VOICE (v.O.)
You gotta hang in there...this is just your first week! Change scares people; they react in strange ways.
PATRICE
Strange? Ha! Big understatement.
MALE VOICE (v.O.)
You surprised? You are the first female director.
PATRICE
And that means what? I'm not the weaker sex; I'm the boss! 
(pause)
You know the real kicker is I just agreed to a plan where I could end up out of a job, disgraced, face a Congressional Hearing--or all of the above.
MALE VOICE (v.O.)
I feel for you, really, but high reward brings higher risk--it's the nature of the job.	
(beat)
How's Derrick handling things?
PATRICE
He's a trooper. I just worry about him being home alone so much. If anything happened and I wasn't there, I'd never forgive myself. 
MALE voice (v.O.)
Don't allow yourself to go back there. We've worked hard and you're past that childhood trauma...A word of encouragement from ole doc?
PATRICE
Am I that obvious?
MALE VOICE (v.O.)
You're doing a job none of the men were trusted to do. They're trying to run you off...you hang in there.  
PATRICE
Why does a woman have to be the ballsy bitch about business for men to respect our authority?
Patrice hangs up, closes her eyes and takes a deep SIGH.
Int. dimly lit punks basement headquarters - DAY
A small crew of PUNKs work in a large room with computers, radar screens and digital scanners. On one computer screen, five-digit numbers move about a map of the city. Someone in a corner of the room is trying different passwords to access a computer; the screen reveals His many failed attempts. Names of cities nationwide, are posted above many monitors. Numbers and symbols move across the screens.
Parts of Telephone CONVERSATIONS that 3 PUNKs WOMEN in their 20s are having with obvious buyers of Assemblant identities are overheard. It's a mail order stolen identity sweatshop.
They're gathering information on personal choices such as eye color, credit and financial wherewithal. Joanna is animated and impassioned as she paces while talking on a cell phone.
JoaNNA
You said this time!
PLIPPTON (O.S.)
This is politics; nothing's ever certain. It'll be a little while longer. Maybe a few more days.
JOANNA
Well, you got about 36 hours.
PLIPPTON (O.S.)
Calm down...you'll get what you want soon enough...You do have the codes don't you?
JOANNA
You're getting all you want, your wife has what she wants...what's in it for me?
PLIPPTON (O.S.)
The codes make it all happen; for both of us.
JOANNA
If I didn't know better, I'd think you cared. But that's not possible ...you're only into self love.
PLIPPTON (O.S.)
I'm doing the best I can as fast as I can...this is it...the last step.
JOANNA
This better not be no more of your shit Ray...I'm telling you.
PLIPPTON (O.S.)
Where's the confidence? I need you; we need each other.
JOANNA
You think you play me so well don't you?
PLIPPTON (O.S.)
You're the other pea in my pod.
A montAGE OF POLICE RAIDS - NIGHT
Police teams cruise and recklessly sweep through local hang outs and houses rounding up and harassing Suspects.
Various neighborhood surveillance devices are activated as Patrice directs the action at CART. The reality is chilling: Under the guise of law and order, technology is used to encroach rights of privacy. TV sets are turned on via home security linkages; homes are scanned for suspects. The grim reality of slum life is witnessed as the Have Nots go about their "hustling" ways. After the Police visit, valuables and illicit paraphernalia go with them...in their pockets.
Ext. run down neighborhood - nIGHT
A black sedan pulls up to the curb and parks. A pair of somewhat muscular and hairy fish net clad legs in pumps step from the car and walks around to the passenger side; the short skirt gently spanks the buttocks with each awkward stride. She pats her blonde mane. A line backer of a red headed DRAG QUEEN approaches and speaks to the pair of fish net legs protruding from under the short skirt.
Drag queen
Fabulous hon; the blonde works. I'll get Renzo...Mr. Vice Grips.
Ext. police road block - nIGHT
Four cars that also include the black sedan are directed to a side lot from the traffic stop. Large bright search lights shine on the area. Three police vans arrive also. The evening's dragnet has yielded a sordid collection of miscreants and castoffs. Two armed Officers stand guard as the Suspects file out of the vans and form a single line. Whitney drives up and hurries to view the lineup.
WHITNEY
What's this? Where did these... these creeps come from?
Tyler
We've still got teams out rounding up more suspects. We're pushing--
WHITNEY
You guys are kidding me. I know I didn't assign the so-called elite officers on the force to drag this--
He disgustingly walks over to one Male Suspect in his late 20s who's dressed in a grungy surgeon's uniform that hasn't seen water since the last rain fall.
WhITNEY
I guess you're supposed to be a doctor of some sort, huh?
Whitney looks him up and down as he slowly walks down the line. He stops at an OLD WOMAN with a ragged scarf on her matted hair, tattered clothes and a few missing front teeth.
WHITNEY
Who the fuck are you?
The OLD WOMAN perks up and attempts to be charming.
OLD WOMAN
I'm Precious.
WHITNEY
I was thinking Whitney Houston.
Old woman
It's on my birth certificate.
A MAN, in his late 20s, turns toward the building just as Whitney approaches. There is the sound of TRICKLING WATER. 
WHITNEY
What are you doing? What's he doing? I don't believe this...
Whitney grabs him by the back of his shirt collar and pulls him around face-to-face. The Man zips his pants.
WHITNEY
All fuck! What have you done?
The Man's face is half in need of a shave and half grotesque as if he's had a bad back room plastic surgery job.
Man
I got a name...Clark Gable...Jr.
A shocked Whitney takes a few steps backwards, viewing the pitiful group.
WhITNEY
Where did you find these...these--
TyLER
People...desperate people.
WHITNEY
These ain't PUNKs. Look at 'em. What's happened...What are they doing?
TylER
Croker calls them assemblants. Just damn loser scum balls.
WHITNEY
What about the address I gave you?
TYLER
Nobody was home...One of these freaks is gonna tell us something, don't worry.
As Whitney walks to his car, he spots the 4 cars in the lot; the Cops have started opening the doors having the Occupants get out. Tyler SHOUTS to Whitney.
TYLER
I'll call you when we get something hot.
Whitney SLAMS the CAR DOOR to the black sedan before the Drag Queen steps out. He tells the Cop on the scene.
WhITNEY
I checked this one already.
The Cop leaves. The black sedan drives away; a peak inside reveals the Drag Queen, a slender Barefoot Male in sequined shorts and halter top and the driver wearing the pumps and fishnet stockings, blouse and blonde wig...it's Ray Plippton.
Int. whiTNEY'S CAR - night - intercut as desired
Whitney sits in his car when his cell phones RINGS. It's Joanna. She talks on the phone while taking a bubble bath.
WhITNEY
Yeah.
JOANNA 
What's up with that message you left?
WHITNEY
Uh, yeah, Ray wants me to make 
sure you're making progress.
JOANNA 
Well, I need to make sure you 2 snakes ain't up to your old tricks.
WHITNEY
I got fifty thousand dead ones. That'll turn a few tricks, huh?
JOANNA 
Sounds like you trying to get more than you bargained for?
WHITNEY
You're a smart girl...even rats know when it's time to jump ship.
Joanna gets out the tub and towels off her legs.
JOANNA 
You could learn a lot from rats; they know to beware of the pussy. 
WHITNEY
Yeah, okay. Look, I gotta go. I'll get back to you.
Ext. patRICE'S HOME, nice neighborhood - DAY
Joanna and a MALE PUNK are parked in a car and stealthily watch Patrice and Derrick leave.
Male punk
We could grab the boy easy enough.
JoaNNA
No! There'll be none of that. You can't just go around fucking with kids...that's sick shit. They're a gift; so innocent...so precious.
MALE PUNK
Whatever get's the job done, right?
JOANNA
I said no...no!
Patrice and Derrick stand talking waiting for his school bus to arrive.
PaTRICE
How about I wait with you today? So, you ready for the big test?
DerRICK
Yep, me and Auntie Bridgette studied real good last night.
PATRICE
What's the fourth power of 2?
DERRICK
Uh, sixteen?
PATRICE
The square root of 81?
DERRICK
Nine.
PATRICE
You ace the test, then what?
DERRICK
We going away for the weekend--if you don't have to go into work.
(beat)
You know tomorrow's my birthday.
PATRICE
Believe me, there's no way I could ever forget that...I was in labor-- 
PATRICE
Nineteen hours and thirty-seven minutes.
DerrICK
Nineteen hours and thirty-seven minutes.
PATRICE
You still remember that?
DerRICK
Your feet were all swollen and dad had to carry you to the car.
The school bus arrives and Derrick goes to board. Patrice blows a kiss and waves goodbye.
PaTRICE
Okay baby, have a great day.
DerRICK
Love you ma.
Patrice watches as the bus drives away then goes to get in her BMW. Joanna follows the school bus.
Int. love my child distance learning center - DAY
Students proceed to their class rooms as Derrick passes through the entrance metal detector and a school Security Guard scans his bookbag. He walks past various classrooms; names of prominent universities hang above the doorways.
Derrick enters into the Harvard classroom and takes his seat amongst his other Classmates. The TEACHER, an attractive 32 year old Woman, addresses the 15 Students class via a big interactive TV monitor. Various Students sitting at desks, interact and answer questions from the Teacher. 
teacher
Good morning Derrick. Today your class partner will be Wendy. Karen has an interesting idea for the class science project. Let's give her our undivided attention. Okay Tommy, that'll be enough! Shhhhh.
A view out the classroom window shows a group of Younger Children having recess; the fences are topped with barbed wire. Armed Security Guards stationed in towers watch over the play ground; a depiction of the safety measures schools now take to safeguard children.
INT. patrice'S car - DAY
Patrice drives slowly, surveying the construction bombing site. Emergency workers still sift through the debris with heavy equipment. She appears to notice something and pulls her car over and inquisitively goes to check it out.
Ext. bombed construction site - DAY
Patrice stoops under the Police cordon tape, focused intently on something moving under card board on the ground. She pulls the card board back and discovers a Young Boy and Girl, both about 7 years old. They've made a shallow fox hole and appear to be sleeping there.
PaTRICE
What are you doing under here?
Their young eyes do the talking. They peer at Patrice as if she's violating their privacy. Patrice looks around the site and adjacent area for anyone that might be able to assist. Everyone's off in the distance.
PaTRICE
You didn't sleep here over night did you? Where's your mother? You hungry?
The Young Boy climbs out and helps the Young Girl. Patrice looks through her purse and produces tissue; apparently to wipe their soiled faces. Suddenly, the Young Girl attempts to snatch the purse from her shoulder, spilling most of the contents onto the ground. The Young Boy stares at Patrice as if wondering what he should do as the Young Girl runs off, barely avoiding on-coming traffic to cross the street. 
PATRICE
Hold it young man.
Patrice grabs him by the waistband of his pants.
PATRICE
You're both just babies.
She looks him in his emotionless, cold eyes and then reaches down with her other hand and grabs dollar bills that lie on the ground with the rest of the contents from her purse. 
PATRICE
This may not help much, but here.
Patrice offers the Young Boy the money. He grabs it and attempts to run, but she grabs him by the back of his shirt. He angrily looks at her. She lets him go and he runs off in the direction of the Young Girl. Patrice watches them both run towards the adjacent slum neighborhood. She fights back the tears as she looks at the bombed collapsed structure, down at her wallet with exposed credit cards and then back to the children on the run.
INT. restaurant, capitol hill - dAY 
Whitney and Plippton sit at a rear private booth in this quaint but nearly patron-less establishment.
WhiTNEY
They're going ballistic on the hill about GOT ICE. 
PLIPPTON 
I'm not sure I deserve the accolades.
WHITNEY
There's talk of an investigation. 
PLIPPTON 
That's for public consumption; relax. Stevens can't afford to start airing dirty laundry. 
WHITNEY
And then there's Joanna. 
PLIPPTON 
Yes, darling Joanna; such a pity.
WhITNEY
She wants a lot more than we figured. You sure we can trust her? 
PLIPPTON 
Take her out.
WHITNEY
Huh?
Plippton pops another pink pill.
PLIPPTON 
I got no more use for Calamity Jane. Do with her what you want.
WHITNEY
Is that right...I got the perfect date.
Whitney takes out his cell phone and DIALS a number.
WhITNEY
Hey...tonight, 8:30, Haines Point; that good?
JOANNA (v.o.)
Haines Point?...That's kinda public ain't it?. It's not like the cops ain't got a bounty on my ass. 
WHITNEY
It's perfect, who'd expect it? They're focused on safe houses and seedy hideouts...trust me, I know.
EXT. parking lot, decent neighborhood - night
An SUV pulls into an empty parking lot and parks next to a car with its parking lights on. Daria gets out of the SUV and approaches the car whose driver's face is concealed by the darkness. A look into the SUV backseat shows Steven Dunbaugh and a somewhat muscular Male PUNK in his mid 20s.
INT. joanna's apt, front room - night
Joanna paces the room; she's engaged in heavy thought. Suddenly, she hurries into a darkened room where there's a monitor and computer. She TYPES on the keyboard:

		DARIA CALL IMMEDIATELY
     CALL IMMEDIATELY 911 !!
INT. suv - night
A pager on the front passenger seat flashes blue.  
EXT. parking lot - NIGHT
DARIA
You got something for me?
The figure in the car leans toward the passenger door window. It's Bill Whitney. Another MALE PERSON in his 40s is in the backseat, neatly dressed and appears nervous.
WhITNEY
Where's Joanna?
DARIA
I'm your Joanna. You got something for me?
Whitney eyes Daria from breasts to tight jeans she's wearing, then reaches down and comes up with a metal briefcase.
DARIA
What's in the case? Who's he?
Daria eyes the Male Person in the backseat of Whitney's car.
WHITNEY
Look, we either do this or not.
Whitney and Daria eye each other for a moment, then make the exchange. Daria opens the briefcase and peeks inside. Whitney drives away. 
Int. suv - NIGHT
Daria gets in the SUV and hands the briefcase to Dunbaugh in the backseat. She notices her pager and picks it up.
DaRIA
It's your woman again, damn! She don't think I can handle anything. Wouldn't she be shocked shit less if she knew all I been handling? 
DunBAUGH
Let's hope she never finds out. Get to a pay phone. We better check in. 
Daria drives away as Dunbaugh takes the money from the briefcase and puts it in a duffle bag. Daria comes to a SCREECHING HALT across the street from a pay phone booth. Dunbaugh hands the Male PUNK the empty briefcase as he OPENS the DOOR.
INT. cart TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE ROOM - nIGHT
Employees locate, track and radio coordinates to the Police teams in the field rounding up Assemblants and suspected PUNKs. Patrice walks in and browses the action. She notices an Assemblant on the move on one of the tracking monitors closest to her.
Ext. pay phone booth - night - intercut as desired
The MALE PUNK, still holding the briefcase, sloppily deposits coins and punches in a telephone number. Joanna smokes a cigarette and paces nervously in her darkened apartment.
MALE PUNK
Hey, it's us.
JOANNA 
Demetrius! Did everything go okay? How's my baby?
MALE PUNK
Daria handled them just fine; you'd have been proud. We got a briefcase full of cash and we're coming in with the green.
JOANNA 
A briefcase? Get rid of the case. Watch yourselves.
MALE PUNK
You know it. We're on our 
way back. See you in a few.
JOANNA 
Drive around for awhile just to be safe. I got a weird feeling.
As if from out of nowhere, four Police cars converge on the phone booth. POLICE OFFICERS spring from their cruisers. The Male Punk tosses the briefcase and makes a wild run for it but is tackled and subdued.
POLICE OFFICER
Who's he talking to...quick, check the line.
There's DIAL TONE as a FEMALE OFFICER, 28, places a line analyzer to the receiver of the phone. She shakes her head no. Daria and Dunbaugh witness the arrest and drive away.
Int. SUV - NIGHT
Daria drives as Dunbaugh lays across the backseat. He's holding his bandaged eye and appears to be in pain. 
Daria
Man! I can't believe they just got Demetrius.
Daria looks in the rearview mirror at Dunbaugh.
Daria
You don't look good...You get that looked at yet? It looks infected. 
Dunbaugh
Like I got a family doctor.
DARIA
Cops did that to you?...Damn! 
Danny will be around tomorrow,  he's pretty good with the implants.
DUNBAUGH
We'll hook up. I'm waiting on 
the right profile to come in. 
DARIA
Right for what?
DUNBAUGH
The White House.
DARIA
Oh yeah?...That's serious. Think you can pull it off?
DUNBAUGH
I got a plan, you interested?
DARIA
I'm down for a upgrade. Dark alleys and seedy places ain't my style. 
DUNBAUGH
Just mingle at parties like the one the other night. You get your hooks in the right guy and we can go places; know what I mean? 
INT. cart headquarters - nIGHT
Patrice looks fatigued as she leaves her office carrying her briefcase. She notices Raymond Plippton in his office pouring a drink. She hesitates at his doorway; he sees her and holds up his glass in gesture. Patrice enters.
PATRICE
The way this first week is going, I'd need the whole bottle.
Plippton turns up the flask; just a trickle is left.
PLIPPTON
I know where more of this is. 
Care to join me at Hugo's?
PATRICE
Isn't that in the same development where the bombing was?
PLIPPTON
You can fill me in on the latest.
PATRICE
I hear there are cameras all over that place. The idea of a camera in my bedroom or bathroom, how creepy. I'll bet the builder's name is Tom. 
PLIPPTON
Being watched can be quite enjoyable. After all, who's 
got something to hide? 
PATRICE
I'm a for your eyes only
kinda girl.
(beat)
Don't tell me you live there?
PLIPPTON
I've got to have some place 
to go when it's raining...So, 
whatcha say?
PATRICE
Okay, but not for long, I have
to get home...give me a minute.
Patrice turns and walks out of Plippton's office.
InT. paTRICE'S OFFICE - niGHT
Patrice stands in front of her desk talking to Derrick on the telephone. 
PatrICE
I'll be home before you know it. What did aunt Bridgette fix for dinner?...uh huh...okay.
Be good and don't give your aunt a hard time this time...Oh, tell Bridge I put her cleaning ticket on the refrigerator door under the frog magnet...Call me on my cell if you need me. Bye baby, I'll be home in a little bit.
INT. hugo's restaurant and lounge - nIGHT
Patrice and Plippton are sitting, talking at a table. MUSIC is playing and People are all about.
PlippTON
I've been hearing a lot of good things about you; you're handling things quite well. I'm impressed. 
PaTRICE
That's nice to know; but we've got a serious leakage problem.
Patrice sips from her drink. Plippton slyly pops a pill.
PATRICE
Somebody's helping them. Ms. Joanna has her hooks in somebody high up.
PLIPPTON
What you mean...blackmail?
PATRICE
It's more personal than that.
PLIPPTON
Oh?
PATRICE
Isn't it always about sex, money and power in this town; many a heart's true desire?
PLIPPTON
I think she's driven more by her dislike for the rich and powerful; her hatred of the system. She's a psychopath you know.
PATRICE
That's definitely part of it, but she's so committed. This is  personal.
PLIPPTON
A woman scorned?
PATRICE
In the worse way.
PLIPPTON
Well she's bound to make a mistake. That's what happens when you let it get personal, things go wrong.
(beat)
Just like GOT ICE, I agonized maybe too much about those decisions.
PATRICE
Damned when you do, damned if you don't...I've been there; even got the tee shirt.
PLIPPTON
I really tried to do the right thing. There's not one person on the committee that didn't carefully consider those recommendations.
PATRICE
Well as long as the same rules were applied to everybody, I say keep your head up. I'm sure nothing's personal in this for you; you did the best you could.
PLIPPTON
Yes, of course; without a doubt.
Plippton eyes Patrice suspiciously as she sips her drink.
PATRICE
I sure hope the ladies room is camera free.
Patrice slowly rises and leaves the table as Plippton admires her assets. Plippton's cell phone RINGS as an ARGUMENT breaks out near the front door between a MALE PATRON in his 30s in a sport coat and an attractive, sexy dressed FEMALE PATRON in her 20s. The MANAGER, 40, dressed in a tuxedo referees.
Manager
I'm sorry sir, but you'll have to excuse yourself from Hugo's.
Male patron
I don't want nothing to do with this place...or this gold digger.
PliPPTON
(talking on cell phone)
We'll talk about it when you get here. See you soon, okay?
The Male Patron is holding a bouquet of flowers that he throws at the Female Patron's feet.
Female patron
Liar...you damn pathetic liar!
Patrice returns to the table and joins Plippton, already standing, viewing the commotion.
PaTRICE
What's that all about?
PlIPPTON
High tech rejection.
PATRICE
How's that?
PLIPPTON
This is a popular meeting place for women.
Patrice notices a number of attractive, seemingly available women sitting in groups, duos or alone.
PATRICE
The dessert menu must be good.
PLIPPTON
Maybe so, but most likely many are here screening dates.
PATRICE
Screening dates! There's hardly any men here to screen.
PLIPPTON
When you entered the front door, sensor's read your body prints; hands, eyes etc. Banking and Police databases provide financial and criminal profiles.
PATRICE
You think that poor guy was rejected because of his bank account?
PLIPPTON
Or lack thereof. See these little green lights at the table?
PATRICE
Yeah.
PLIPPTON
We've checked out.
PATRICE
Checked out? As in we can afford to be in here?
PLIPPTON
Kinda like low risk dating. These days you never know who's real or who's out to get you.
PATRICE
What about privacy rights?
PLIPPTON
What about true identity? That's the real issue...besides, if you got nothing to hide; what's wrong?
Patrice saunters onto a nearby dance floor, sexily grooving to a catchy SONG as Plippton lasciviously looks on. Patrice grooves her way back to the table.
PATRICE
Well, that's enough for me, I have to get going...early day tomorrow. I'm sure you won't be alone for long; you've got the green light.
Plippton lustfully watches Patrice get her briefcase and primp as she prepares to leave. Patrice doesn't notice, but Joanna Jasnic comes into Hugo's, dressed somewhat sexy for her. Plippton and Joanna make eye contact from a distance.
PLIPPTON
You think this is something...come see the inside of my builder Tom home. We'd be in and out and you'd be on your way in five minutes.   
PATRICE
You're that quick, huh?
Patrice walks back to the dance floor. Joanna approaches Plippton.
JOANNA
Isn't that Patrice? 
Plippton smiles slyly then sips his drink.
JoannA
It's always some twisted game with you. What you thinking, we'll all get stoned and have a threesome?
PLIPPTON
Isn't there something exciting about doing the enemy? 
Joanna gives him a look of disgust.
INT. plippton's home - NIGHT
Very elegantly furnished, spacious, romantic lighting. Patrice marvels at the gadgetry.
PATRICE
So what's this, your fun house?
PLIPPTON (O.S.)
Depends on what you're into. 
PATRICE
I lead a very boring life, nothing much to tell there.
PLIPPTON
You never know what the future holds.
Plippton shows off the retractable skylight in his front room, the voice activated kitchen appliances and the monitors for the exterior surveillance cameras. A wall-sized TV screen is the show piece in one of his rooms. An odd chaise lounge chair with two helmets attached catches Patrice's eye.
A Special News Report is shown on the TV in another room.
EXT. poliCE hEADQUARTERS - NIGHT
A shackled Roger Dingbold, with his right hand bandaged, is led up the stairs to the station by 3 Police Officers. Whitney and Tyler stop to address REPORTERS.
TYLEr
We have apprehended who we believe to be a key supporter of the PUNKs militia group.
MALE Reporter
There must be others...Will 
there be more arrests?
Tyler
The process of identifying and apprehending this scum and their supporters is ongoing. 
WHITNEY
It's important for would-be sympathizers to realize these people are murderers and traitors. Anybody who assists them in any way is breaking the law. 
MALE REPORTER
So are we close to seeing the end to the horrific bombings that have the Country terrified?
WHITNEY
No doubt about it. We know who they are and we're rounding them up. 
FEMALE REPORTER #1
Have authorities learned what their motive is...why they're doing this?
TYLER
We've got our suspicions, but at this time there's still missing pieces of the puzzle.
FEMALE REPORTER #2
The President has said that the bombings were unrelated. Doesn't that suggest we're dealing with more than one terrorist group?
WHITNEY
We haven't determined that there is any connection to an organized larger scheme. The President is much more informed of National Security; I'd trust his assessment. 
(beat)
Let's be clear about one thing, Americans enjoy an enviable quality of life and we're going to protect and aggressively defend our way of living...That's all for now folks. Sleep well America.
Whitney and Tyler leave as Reporters SHOUT more questions.
INT. plIPPTON'S HOME - NIGHT
Plippton walks to a hand carved armoire and flips a switch. The top slides open as a bar slowly rises from within. He takes 2 pink pills this time.
PATRICE (O.S.)
All of this on a government salary?
Plippton starts mixing drinks.
PlIPPTON
I've made some good investments.
Plippton slyly mixes a powdery substance in one of the drinks. Patrice inquisitively views the chaise lounger. Plippton approaches extending a drink to Patrice.
PATRICE
You know, I really should get home. This is all nice, but I need to go.
Patrice, deliberate yet apologetic, walks past Plippton to the front door. A glance at another doorway, reveals the sexy  Daria clad in white pant suit wearing red bikini cut panties.
Daria
Looks like that bird got outta your hand. Come play in the bushes.
Daria slinks over to the chaise lounger and puts on a helmet. Plippton hands Daria the drink and puts on the other helmet; he has a lascivious look on his face as he lays back.
A virtual world of sexual fantasy - NIGHT
Daria is scantily clad as a maid in revealing silk lingerie and stilettoes. Plippton, wrapped in a towel, takes her by the hand and leads her into the bedroom.
Two other women, a busty BLONDE, 24, and an exotic leggy ASIAN, 23, greet them at the doorway. The Blonde is dressed in a skimpy cheer leaders outfit and the bra-less Asian has on a sheer see-through nurses uniform with garter, stockings and thong panties. They all start to kiss and grope each other.
Daria pushes Plippton back onto the bed, snatching his towel off in the process. The Asian woman straddles his body, pinning him to the bed; his hands fondle her butt as she unzips the front of her uniform, exposing her breasts. Daria stands on top of the bed and does a strip-tease act deserving of center stage at a gentleman's club. The Blonde does a sensuous dance with the towel while standing by the side of the bed that rivals any shine ever given a pair of army boots. She then sensually kisses Daria and they join the Asian and Plippton in a mass of tangled bodies.
INT. oval office, white house - DAY
The President appears weary and haggard sitting at his desk. National Security Advisor William DeVaney and 3 other Generals sit around his desk. 
PresIDENT
Who's most likely to be helping her? 
DevANEY
You can take your pick from about six countries. 
PRESIDENT
What about--

			  DEVANEY
If you're worried about LEOS MIND...don't. It's totally encrypted. Too complex.
PRESIDENT
Well, you tell me how the hell CART gets infiltrated? How! CART has a portal to LEOS MIND; it's not that far fetched...I got a bad feeling.  
The President walks to a window and looks up to the sky.
PRESIDENT
This could be our worst fear coming 
to bear.
(pause)
A nuclear attack by our own outer space satellites. 
DevANEY
We can take LEO offline. He'd be as harmless as a putty tat.
PRESIDENT
This woman is a mad man! What if we can't disable LEO in time?
DEVANEY
Then you've got no re-election problems...there'll be nobody 
left to vote.
PRESIDENT
I want a crew up there now dammit! Right now!
DEVANEY
They're being prepped, sir. In six hours we can be in low earth orbit; on your command of course.
The President turns and looks at DeVaney and the Generals; they rise and hurry out.
Int.	cart tracking & surveillance center - DAY
Patrice is checking various monitors and instrumentation. She sees Bill Whitney and Raymond Plippton talking and gesturing through the window of Plippton's background office; she continues as Whitney approaches.
whitney
I wanted to be the first to tell you.
PaTRICE
What now Bill...you quitting?
WHITNEY
Uh, not quite; you're being put on internal restriction.
PATRICE
Yeah right. Look, I got no time for this...I see you still conveniently forget who reports to who.
Plippton approaches with 2 tall, muscular Male SECURITY GUARDS in their 30s.
PlIPPTON
Well, let me be the 2nd to clue you in. You mind following me? 
The Security Guards escort a shocked Patrice as Plippton walks ahead. Whitney displays a dastardly grin.
INT. plippton'S OFFICE - DAY
Patrice sits at the conference table obviously mad and disgusted. Plippton coldly paces.
PaTRICE
What's going on here?
PLIPPTON
What do you know about Dingbold's activities? You two spend a lot of time together don't you?
PATRICE
I wouldn't say that, no. We're co-workers...What's happened to Roger; is he okay?
PlIPPTON
He was booked on aiding and abetting the PUNKs last night.
Patrice looks deadpan and agape.
PLIPPTON
There's been a serious security breach...CART's supposed to be impenetrable. I'm placing you on restriction until further notice. 
PaTRICE
Me?...How do I become a suspect?
PlIPPTON
How do you explain your I.D. accessing the LEOS MIND network simulation tools...daily?
PaTRICE
I know my son uses my laptop, but he can't access the network.
PLIPPTON
Your son? You're blaming your 11 year old son! Look, personally, I like you...just do the honorable thing and tell us where's Jasnic. Maybe I can talk to some people.
Patrice displays an incredulous look as the Security Guards escort her away.
INT. punks headquarters - dAY
Joanna looks on as a PUNKs Tech accesses the LEOS MIND network. They're at a work bench full of component parts.
JoaNNA
Can you make like a remote control thingy to trigger it?
INT. plippton's office - DAY
DeVaney storms in followed by 2 MPs. Plippton and Bill Whitney stand, going over a wall map of city streets.
DevANEY
The President's all worked up. We're in full blown crisis mode. Where's Patrice?
WhiTNEY
We're going without her.
DEVANEY
Now's not the time for jokes. She didn't call in sick did she?
PliPPTON
Miss incompetent is on restriction; she's the reason security's been breached. This job is too much for her. I'm invoking my right to appoint Bill until--
DEVANEY
Bull shit! This is a matter of National Security. You got no rights.
PlippTON
She's a threat to National Security! You wanna take that risk?
DeVaney and Plippton eye each other. Whitney senses a clash between the titans and interjects.
WhITNEY
We can give her a GPS badge.
DEVANEY
Look, if she's not out there in 5 minutes, I'm charging you two with subversion during war time.
(pause)
I don't have to tell you that's treason and punishable by death.
DeVaney and the MPs leave. Plippton and Whitney have that chagrined look.
Super: cape canaveral launching pad, 2:00 p.m.
The spectacular and desperate LAUNCH of the Space Shuttle Liberty is sent on its mission to save mankind from self destruction.
INT. cart headquarters, meeting room - DAY
DeVaney meets with Patrice and 3 Male Staffers in their late 20s. They all sit at a conference table.
Devaney
We're not sure how serious this will get, but we need to be prepared for the worst.
DeVaney gets up and walks to look at a World Map on the wall.
DevANEY
We suspect they're aligned with a rogue country and have access to a dirty bomb. We don't know where they'll aim it; D.C. is my guess.
PATRICE
What about LEO? If it's ICBM 
he'll definitely respond.
DEVANEY
It'll never come to that; they're militia, not military. I'm more concerned about them attacking the water supply and power plants...so be alert, take nothing for granted.
Patrice looks forlorn as the Staffers file out of the room. DeVaney walks over and places his hand on her shoulder.
DEVANEY
You okay? They had no authority--
PaTRICE
Who the hell do you guys think I am! You can't just do me any kind of way  and think I'll smile through all the bull shit?
(pause)
I've had enough. I quit!
DEVANEY
Patrice believe me, I had no i--
Patrice abruptly walks away.
INT. pliPPTON'S OFFICE - DAY - intercut as desired
His office bordering the CART Tracking & Surveillance Center, Plippton paces and gestures demonstratively as he talks on the phone. Joanna looks as if she's at an airport hangar.
PlIPPTON
You've been accessing NATO? I told you the Treasury Department! 
JOANNA 
Just creating a diversion.
PLIPPTON
Do you have any idea what you've started? That network is secured by the Defense Department! You're way over your head!
JOANNA 
Let's get something straight--
PLIPPTON
No, you get this straight. You're not dealing with some street gang or 3rd world militia group...This is the United States of America! 
JOANNA 
Cut the patriotic bull shit, Benedict. After the number 
you just pulled, spare me.
(pause)
Besides, what I got to lose?
PLIPPTON
This isn't about losing Joanna, it's about living. Everything's 
all set. All we have to do is give them the codes...it's almost over.
JOANNA 
You got that right.
INT. CART tracking & surveillance CENTER - DAY
Patrice, from her command station on the floor, is watching Plippton through his office window talk on the phone; flailing his arms. He's having a heated discussion with someone. Patrice furtively goes to investigate.
INT. plIPPTON'S OFFICE - DAY
JOANNA 
You don't care about nothing but what Ray wants. 
PlIPPTON
How can you say that? You know I've got plans as soon as this is over. We're halfway home. I deliver the codes, get the account information, resign and we're outta here.
JOANNA 
That's what I figured, you get. Where's my cut...or were you planning on screwing me?
PLIPPTON
Look Joanna, I need those access codes. You do have them don't you?
(beat)
I think we need to meet privately you know...work things out.
JOANNA 
I've already planned something special, here...with me. Real kinky just the way you like it.  
PLIPPTON
Well, I can't wait. I'm sure you've been just as stressed as I have, maybe more so. I'll be so glad when this is all over and we can be to--
The CLICK of Joanna hanging up the phone is heard. Plippton opens the top drawer to his desk and takes out a gun. He checks the cartridge and tucks it in the waist of his pants and puts on his suit coat. He turns out the lights and draws the blinds closed then types on his computer.
Patrice approaches the closed door and curiously enters Plippton's office. Plippton's not visible. As Patrice moves about his office, she focuses on the computer on his desk. She opens the "sent" email folder and reads.

BILL, GONE TO SETTLE THINGS WITH  
 JOANNA WILL CONTACT YOU LATER 
Suddenly, out of nowhere, Patrice is grabbed from behind and a gloved hand forces a handkerchief over her mouth and nose. As she's being violently attacked, she sees it's Plippton.
PlIPPTON
You've come into my office one 
time too many...a shame it's come  to this; you had potential.
Patrice struggles a bit with Plippton before her body goes limp and she DROPS lifelessly to the floor. 
INT. trACKING & SURVEILLANCE center - DAY
Whitney, standing with DeVaney, is looking around as CART Technicians monitor various radar, computer and video terminals. He notices the empty chair at the Command Post. Whitney walks over suspiciously.
DevanEY
Where's Patrice? Anybody know where Miss Hamilton went?
Various Technicians shake their heads negatively. Whitney types a command on her console:

ACTIVATE: GPS SEARCH 
LOCATE: PATRICEHAM55460
A geographic map of Washington, DC appears on the screen; a red arrow flashes. The text below the map reads: 

PATRICEHAM55460 MATCH FOUND 
 1432 CONSTITUTION AVENUE 
   5TH FLOOR, NW CORNER 
    WASHINGTON, DC USA
WhitNEY
Well, she's here somewhere.
Whitney and DeVaney look at each other curiously. They go in different directions looking for Patrice.
INT. plIPPTON'S OFFICE - DAY
Whitney notices the door ajar and enters suspiciously; he sees Patrice lying on the floor. He looks up and sees Plippton just about to ease out the rear door.
PLIPPTON
Tidy this up. She'll come around in about 5 minutes. She shouldn't remember a thing. 
Whitney stands over Patrice's body; leers and bends to check her pulse then fondles her boob. He goes and DIALS the phone.
WHITNEY
Send the EMT's! Miss Hamilton's 
had another stress attack!
Whitney steals kisses while clumsily administering CPR when 3 MEDICS in their early 20s arrive, 2 MALE and 1 FEMALE. 
Male MEDIC #1
What happened here?
Whitney rises.
WHITNEY
I don't know, I found her lying here. Maybe another stress attack. She didn't respond to CPR.
The emergency MEDICS franticly tend to Patrice. 
Female medic
She's not dilating and her pulse  is faint. Get the epinephrine!
Male Medic #2 prepares and gives her a shot. Whitney sees Male Medic #1 notice items from the desk strewn about the floor.
WhITNEY
Must have hit her while she was at the desk.
FemALE MEDIC
Her vitals are weak.
The Female Medic pumps Patrice's chest. William DeVaney enters the room.
DevANEY
What in the world...what's this? What's going on here?
Male mEDIC #1
Hopefully it's just exhaustion. 
The two Male Medics look at each other sadly. The Female Medic is on both knees, holding Patrice by the wrist. She looks up and shakes her head negatively. DeVaney looks at Whitney who's sneering, standing over Patrice's prone body like Muhammad Ali stood over Sonny Liston.
WhITNEY
Come on, get up.
Slowly and startlingly, as if summonsed from a deep trance, Patrice begins to show signs of awaking. DeVaney and the Medics are amazed. DeVaney and Male Medic #2 help a groggy Patrice to a chair. The FEMALE MEDIC gives Patrice something to drink. Patrice rubs her neck and CLEARS her THROAT. Her voice is raspy. 
DEVANEY
What happened? Are you okay?
PATRICE
Ray...He's the insider...He's on his way to meet Joanna now. He attacked me...Chloroform I think.
DEVANEY
I should have figured. I never trusted that moussed up weasel.
WhiTNEY
She's obviously in shock. Patrice you don't know what you're saying. Take time and collect yourself.
(beat)
Can't you guys give her something?
PATRICE
Look at the email.
Patrice motions towards the computer. DeVaney reads the email then suddenly bolts out the door. The Female Medic checks Patrice's vitals as the Male Medics gather the equipment. Patrice sees Whitney erase the email from Plippton's computer.
Female mEDIC
You should go in for further evaluation; an ambulance is on the way. I'll stay with you.
WhiTNEY
I can cover until you get back.
PaTRICE
Something you do too much of huh Bill?
WHITNEY
I'm not sure what you mean. What do you mean by that?
Whitney and Patrice leer at each other. Her face bears an angry suspiciousness; his has a look of guilty self consciousness. 
EXT. airport tarmac - DAY
Joanna Jasnic and Raymond Plippton walk hurriedly to a waiting private jet.
INT. airport tarmac, private jet - DAY 
Three BURLY MEN are already seated as Joanna and Plippton take seats next to each other. One of the Men CLOSES THE DOOR as the ENGINES WHIRL.
Joanna
Ray...there's been a change of plan. Meet the new partners.
Plippton
Oh?...And you decided that?
JOANNA
Yep, that's right...I decided.
PLIPPTON
Look, do what you want with your share; the pot ain't getting no bigger...so, where's the codes? 
Joanna points to the most maniacal looking one of the 3 Men. 
JOANNA
He got 'em. But I'd put a smile on my face if I were you. He got a real bad attitude.
PLIPPTON
I'm not here for games Joanna. 
Just give me the damn codes...now!
Plippton goes for his gun. Joanna elbows him in the face and 2 of the Men subdue Plippton and take his gun. Joanna moves to a seat across from the jacked up Plippton. 
JOANNA
Planning a surprise Ray-Ray? Well, the fucking joke's on you, you double-crossing freaky bastard.
(pause)
How you like it now, Mr. Smooth?
PLIPPTON
Cut the girl scout routine, 
you're no better than me.
JOANNA
That's right, we're two peas in this pod to hell. Your goose is cooked right along with mine.
PLIPPTON
Look, let's just take it easy. I know you want that money just as bad as I do.
JOANNA
I'll take mine now.
Plippton winces and strains unsuccessfully with 
the 2 Men holding him in a pretzel-like position.
PLIPPTON
I told you, we get paid 
when I deliver the codes.
JOANNA
Well, that's not important anymore. 
PLIPPTON
What do you mean not important? Who you kidding? You just can't blow off $2M dollars!
Joanna shows a fairly large remote control device.
JoaNNA
Hard times ahead for you Ray. You getting fucked this time. The good news is, you really won't need any money where you headed...It's all my treat.
InT. white house, MEETING ROOM - DAY - intercut
The President, William DeVaney, Bill Whitney, the Press Reporter and various other Military Advisors are seated at a long conference table. Via remote video satellite, a roomful of ALLIED LEADERS from other Countries are shown.
PrESIDENT
Can we contact her? Do we even know where she is? And where's Patrice? 
DeVaney motions to a stone-faced middle aged MILITARY MAN, who bolts to a nearby telephone.
MILITARY MAN (O.S.)
I see...Okay...great. She's on the VOA Video Conference channel!
All eyes focus on a cabinet encased big-screen monitor.
Joanna
Okay boys, what's the plan... How you propose we set things right?
PreSIDENT
Killing innocent Americans is not the answer. 
Press reporter
What is it you people want? 
What are you trying to say?
JoaNNA
Get your head out of your ass. You see the millions of lives hopeless and shut out because you ass holes rigged everything for the wealthy.
PresIDENT
Nobody's rigged anything...no system's perfect. Don't think for one minute I don't feel America's pain.
JOANNA 
You asses are causing all our pain. We got no jobs, but we got taxes; no houses, but we got taxes; no future, but we got taxes. Now we can't even set foot in a store, let alone buy something because of this bull shit credit system.
Older Allied member
Young lady, you're forcing us to deal with you in a very harsh manner. You don't know our capabilities.
JOANNA
Grandpa, you don't know my capabilities. My ass is already toast, can you handle the heat is the question.
(beat)
Oh, by the way, look what I caught with a rat trap.
Joanna moves aside and grabs a handful of hair, raising the head of the bound and gagged Plippton. He looks haggard.
JOANNA
Mr. Fix the Credit Ratings himself. He even gets the credit for our newfound lofty position.
(beat)
Betcha didn't know he's been eating cheese at my house. 
WhITNEY
Nobody believes that.
PrESIDENT
Are you serious? Untie him, let him talk!
JOANNA
You band of cutthroats need to get your asses in motion; in 20 minutes  all hell's gonna break loose.
Joanna holds up the remote control just before her video feed goes to snow.
WhiTNEY
She's a liar. We all know Ray.  
Older Allied MEMBER
What we know is some of the credit ratings are an outrage...And what's that device she had?
PreSIDENT
It looked like she was in a jet; we've got to locate that plane.
Two STAR GENERAL
I'm thinking that was a remote activation device; she's got a bomb somewhere.
DevANEY
Mr. President, it's time you went airborne. I'm sending up the F-15s.
WhiTNEY
She's got a hostage on board.
DevANEY
Right now, we're all hostages. 
WHITNEY
What about Ray?
MILITARY MAN
(phone in hand)
General, the AWACS is ready.
DevANEY
He's in the bed he made...what about him?
PrESIDENT
Let's get going, we have to stop her before she makes her next move; has Patrice been notified?
INT. awacs - DAY - Intercut as DESIRED 
General William DeVaney is aboard the most sophisticated aviation surveillance vehicle in the US fleet. An on board video system networked through CART places him in audience with the President and Others at the White House Meeting.
PresiDENT
Are we absolutely certain we've identified the target aircraft?
DevaNEY
Yes sir, Mr. President; it's been confirmed by miss Patrice Hamilton over at CART.
The President displays relief with the mention of Patrice. 
WhITNEY
Are we just gonna blow them out of the sky? Can't we try to warn them?
Devaney
In case you haven't been following, this is a National Security threat.
OldeR Allied MEMBER
A global threat...When this is over I'm supporting the investigation into the GOT ICE controversy.
DEVANEY
Would you prefer we send up a hot air balloon and tell her she's under arrest?
WHITNEy
Ray deserves a chance.
DEVANEY
I wonder just how he ended up on that plane anyway.
The President leaves the meeting room. Whitney addresses DeVaney on video.
WHITNEY
You got it in for him don't you?
DEVANEY
What's interesting is you're down here and he's up there...His diaper must have a hole in it.
INT. cart TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE center - DAY
Patrice appears confident and cool sitting at her command post. She's directing and organizing the actions of the TECHNICIANS.
Patrice
Are all the remote feeds cued?
TechNICIAN #1
Another 5 minutes.
PATRICE
You got two.
PatrICE
Okay people, be alert. This is the real thing.
Super: andrews air force base, 5:07 p.m.
EXT. andrews airforce base - EVENING
Military Personnel busily scamper about. Various Air Force planes align the tarmac. The President's motorcade arrives. He steps from his sedan and is hurried towards the stairway to Air Force One by six Military Officers.
INT. aIR FORCE ONE - EVENING
Aboard Air Force One, the President is seated at a conference table with various Personnel. Patrice is shown on video.
PresIDENT
What's the latest we have?
Whitney
(reading from a file)
Birth records have her as Carole Daniels; Joanna Jasnic is an alias.
PRESIDENT
She's American?
WhitNEY
Oh you're going to love this...
She and Patrice attended the same high school--at the same time! 
PRESIDENT
Our Patrice?
WhitNEY
Oh, it get's better. She had a baby girl at 15; listed the father as Darryl Hamilton--Patrice's husband.
Whitney reveals a side-by-side picture of a teen age Carole Daniels and Joanna Jasnic; Carole with long brunette hair and Joanna with short blonde hair.
PRESIDENT
Where's the daughter now?
WHITNEY
Odds are if she made it she's probably on the streets. 
PreSIDENT
And you think there's a connection to Patrice?
WHITNEY
Well, let me think; love triangle, shared the same man and step mother to the daughter she always wanted but couldn't have; hmm hard to say.
The President flips through video channels, moving from the AWACS with DeVaney on board to CART where Patrice is motioning directions. He appears to be studying her intently.
INT. joanna's airplane - EVENING - iNTERCUT AS DESIRED
A red light flashes next to the video screen on board the jet; one of her Male accomplices flips the switch. 
President
Joanna...or can I call you Carole?
Joanna
The only call I'm hearing is you telling me how laws are getting ready to change and jobs gonna be had.
PRESIDENT
Is that what this is all about? This is not the way. Don't you realize you're killing innocent people. You need help, let me--
JOANNA
Help me? Help all the millions of Americans you suppose to help--the reason your sorry ass was elected in the first place! Remember the liberty and justice for all part?
PRESIDENT
I have someone you might remember.
Patrice, at her command post, is split-screened to the video. 
JoaNNA
Well well, the queen bee. What you think she gonna do...talk some sense into me? 
WHITNEY
So you do know each other?
Whitney gives the President an "a ha" look.
PATRICE
Please...she murdered my husband. 
JOANNA
He did me, so I did him.
WHITNEY (O.S.)
Does Carole Daniels ring a bell? Carver High School. 
PATRICE
Carole...you're Joanna Jasnic!
JoaNNA
The no good bastard had it coming.
PaTRICE
He had an eight year old son! Do you realize how much we went through; the agony you caused?
JOANNA
What you know about agony? Didn't your kid eat today...sleep in a bed, got a roof over his head; change of clothes?...I thought so.
PATRICE
Why are you so full of bitterness and anger after all these years?
JOANNA
He destroyed my life...Daria's life. 
PATRICE
That was 20 years ago. We were all so young. We never heard from you. 
JOANNA
Well hear this, this ain't no teary eyed reunion and it damn sure ain't no laundromat.
PreSIDENT
Look Carole, Joanna, whoever you go by, I've had it. This game is over. Land that damn plane!
JOANNA
Game? Fucking over peoples lives is a game to you? We're all expendable huh. Well, I'll show you how rough I play.
Joanna turns off the video. Tears are in her eyes as she turns to Plippton.
JoaNNA
This is all your fault. You're a damn selfish freak. You just had to fuck over everybody...And for what?
(pause)
I hate you, you despicable bastard. I can't stand the site of you.
Joanna SPITS in Plippton's face and stares at him with contempt as tears stream from her eyes.
PlIPPTON
You can have all the money, I don't need it. Let me make it up to you. I'll fix it so that they'd never find you. I care about you. I never meant to hurt you. Look baby, we gotta get out of this plane before it's too late. 
Joanna belts Plippton with a punch that many a boxer has been counted out from. With deliberate intent, she punches, kicks and knees Plippton from the cabin section of the plane to the rear door. She's working him over like a mobster exacting pain for a debt long overdue. Plippton is scared, bloody and squeamish. His pants are torn in half; one leg at each ankle.
JOANNA
You want out? Well don't forget your nuts you slimy piece of snake shit.
AIR RUSHES in as one of the men from the plane pulls the door open. Joanna attempts to throw Plippton out the door of the plane by the back of his head when he suddenly spins, grabs her and dives out the plane holding her. 
Ext. aerial rescue - eVENING
Joanna and Plippton flail in the air. Amazingly, one of the Men dives head first out the plane in pursuit of them wearing a parachute. He manages to grab Joanna and open a hang glider parachute just seconds before Plippton careens off the rocky appendages of the mountains below. Joanna and her aerial hero have close calls in maneuvering to escape the same fate that befell Plippton and the mountain ridges.
INT. cart tracking & surveillance center - EVENING - iNTERCUT
Patrice speaks to DeVaney on board the AWACS. A screen reads:

 TARGET LOCKED_PATRIOT READY 
 ALL FREQUENCIES INTERCEPTED
Devaney 
Patrice, you got us?
PATRICE 
I got you babe.
DEVANEY
She's all yours.
PATRICE
Mr. President?
PreSIDENT 
Commence code blue.
Patrice's finger is poised to launch the Patriot missile. The missile streaks from underneath the AWACS. The many images of the Allied Leaders, President and Others, via pixel monitor, are in the background. 
Patrice pov:
Wearing a headset, Patrice monitors the radar screen. The trajectory and impending intercept of the Patriot Missile with Joanna's plane adds to the drama. A bright flash appears at the intersection point of the plane and missile.
PaTRICE
Mr. President...target eliminated.
PRESIDENT 
Gentlemen, exhale; we've rid the world of Joanna Jasnic's madness.
SIGHS of relief emanate from the Allied Leaders. A projectile streaks across the radar screen.
Patrice
Bill, there was something
launched from that plane!
Devaney 
That's normal after a score. It's probably a wing or engine part; now if you see a can of hair spray.
Patrice frantically goes to a GPS screen and TYPES in some coordinates on the keyboard. The pixel shows a missile as it shoots skyward then explodes like a fireworks display. Suddenly, an ALARM goes off on another nearby screen. The message reads:

        ICBM LAUNCHED 
       SOUTHERN EUROPE
PATRICE
Mr. President, we've got a serious problem. An ICBM has been launched in Europe.
PresIDENT
Heavens no.
DevANEY
Are you serious?
PRESIDENT
What if it's nuclear?
PATRICE
I need to coordinate the Countries in the Southern Theatre of the continent to bring it down.
allied leader
Is there time for that...why didn't we just negotiate?
PreSIDENT
You've got my authority. Do it, do it! Do whatever it takes! 
The President looks forlorn and unsure. Patrice SHOUTS commands at various CART Technicians working at work stations. 
PaTRICE
John, track the coordinates. Tony get the countries along its path on line. Monica back me up. Folks I wanna be impressed...move it!
The path travelled by the ICBM is displayed on computer imaging monitors. A GPS satellite is calibrated and a topographical map of Europe appears. Patrice switches to video that shows the missile speeding along.
A montage of images of foreign military preparations
In England, an ALARM sounds as English Soldiers SCRAMBLE to computer, radar and tracking monitors. German Soldiers RUN from barracks to military weaponry; an ABM SILO OPENS. Italy's Defense General stands poised, examining a roomful of Italian Soldiers monitoring electronic equipment.
INT. cART TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - EVENING
Patrice is in full control as she stands facing a large multi- partitioned video screen. With splendid clarity, she's able to communicate with each video pixel of England, Germany, Turkey, Italy, AWACS, Air Force One, LEOS MIND, GPS Satellite and Space Shuttle. She's confident and poised as she alternates from screen to screen, country to country. 
PatrICE
England, you're up first.
English soldier
Ready when you are.
PATRICE
What's the path, speed and tonnage?
EnglisH SOLDIER
Velocity 637 KmPH, Southeast. 1.5 metric tons.
On the GPS pixel, the missile cruises past scenic terrain. Everyone at CART is focused on the video screen. 
PATRICE
Germany, it's coming right through Munich, you read?
German soldier
Affirmative.
PATRICE
There; 20 degrees 15th parallel.
GERMAN SOLDIER
Dah.
PATRICE
Okay Italy, standby.
(beat)
Germany, what's its coordinates? Italy, copy.
GERMAN SOLDIER
9 longitude 42 latitude, climbing 2 degrees per minute. 50 megaton nose cone; 655 KmPH.
ItALIAN SOLDIER
It's on course with the Vatican!
PatrICE
Italy, we've got to intercept now. What's in your arsenal? 
DevANEY
It's gotta be big enough to vaporize that sucker. I suggest a Heat-seeking Tomahawk, 5 kiloton.
PATRICE
Italy, countdown on me...mark time...5, 4, 3, 2...Hold It! Hold it! It's changing course!
A finger presses a button.
EXT. aerial missile chase, italy - EVENING
A missile BLASTS out from an underground silo. It leaves a trail of vapor as it embarks on an aerial chase with the streaking ICBM that has just passed by.
The Tomahawk closes in on the ICBM and miraculously, a cat and mouse game unfolds. The ICBM veers left at the last second as a mountain appears in its path. The Tomahawk shoots sixty degrees upward and just barely misses the mountain peak. The ICBM flies low to a large body of water; the Atlantic Ocean.
A quick view of the faces of the President, DeVaney, Patrice and other Military Personnel show their concerned amazement. 
A city skyline appears far off into the distance. From the shape of one of the structures, it's the Statue of Liberty.  
As the Tomahawk is trailing the ICBM from overhead, a taller group of rocky projections in its course force it to veer further left of the ICBM. The ICBM blazes through a mountain gorge, hell-bent on keeping its fatal date with mankind. Suddenly, the gorge takes a sudden bend, a thicket of trees and logging equipment seem to provide an opportune barrier, sure to harmlessly detonate mankind's projectile destroyer. The ICBM performs an impossible marionette-like maneuver and unbelievably ascends ninety degrees upward. 
InT. cessna single-engine plane - EVENING
A FEMALE STUDENT PILOT, 15, is getting in-flight instruction from her MALE FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR, 42. 
MAle flight instructor
Straighten the rudder, bank left; watch your wind gage and ease up on the throttle...piece of cake, huh?
Similar scenery through the window of the cockpit is the same as that of the ICBM flight area.
EXT. aerial missile chase, USA - eVENING
The ICBM ascends just below the Cessna as it narrowly escapes collision with the trees and logging equipment. The Tomahawk follows and closes in on the ICBM from its rear. 
INT. caRT TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - evENING
Patrice
Is that a civilian aircraft?
(pause)
Bill, there's a civilian aircraft in the path of the Tomahawk!
INT. aIRBORNE WARNING AND CONTROL SYSTEM - evENING
The video monitor in the AWACS also displays the doomed position that the unaware student pilot is in. 
EXT. aerial mISSILE chase, usa - EVENING 
The Tomahawk is about 50 feet from immediate impact with the ICBM when the ICBM deftly swoops around the Cessna, placing it directly between it and the Tomahawk.
INT. cART TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - EVENING
Patrice winces as she watches the video monitor of the certain fate of the Cessna. 
EXT. aerial mISSILE chase, usa - EVENING
As if it realizes it has set the Cessna up as the dummy target, the ICBM veers upward and off to the left. 
INT. ceSSNA SINGLE-ENGINE PLANE - evENING
The Female Student Pilot is distracted by what appears to be Joanna Jasnic dangling unconsciously from a parachute stuck in a tree top; she points to her with curiosity.
MALE FLIGHT INSTRUCTOR
Watch what you're doing...
Don't flip that switch!
The startled Female Student Pilot flips another switch, sending the Cessna into an immediate and sudden plunge. Unbeknownst to them, she's just saved their lives. 
EXT. aerial mISSILE chase, usa - EVENING
The Tomahawk narrowly misses the Cessna, but is right on course to collide with the ICBM. The ICBM does a backward flip to the left but the Tomahawk bears into its side, DETONATING the missile on impact. The debris from the collision scatters harmlessly into the gorge below. The Cessna flies far off in the distance of the blast.
INT. caRT TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - EVENING
Employees CHEER wildly throughout the room. The video pixels show the President and Allied Leaders celebrating; aboard the AWACS, DeVaney and Crew high-five each other. Patrice manages a curt smile as she appears to be focused on the radar screen monitoring the flight of Air Force One. 
INT. aIR FORCE ONE - EVENING
The PILOT, 54, is struggling with the control joystick. He releases his seat belt to stand and gain better control of the steering and starts FLIPPING TOGGLE SWITCHES.
Pilots pov:
Air Force One makes a dramatic incline.
INT. caRT TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - NIGHT
Red lights flash and BUZZ at various monitoring stations. Patrice interrupts the video displayed celebrations.
Patrice
Guys, there's something else. I'm seeing 3, 4, 8 separate warheads that have splintered.
ALARMS sound as the video screen marked LEOS MIND displays a vivid, colorful image of outer space.
PatrICE
Oh, no...LEOS been activated!
DevANEY
Impossible. You've got to have the code to activate LEO. It's randomly encrypted. That's not possible...it can't be!
The outer space video image of the LEOS MIND control satellite shows a flashing green light. 
INT. aIR FORCE ONE - NIGHT
The President and Others sit around the conference table, very much dejected and sullen.
PrESIDENT
So now what?
DevaNEY
We're at the mercy of LEOS MIND.
PresIDENT
Are you trying to tell me... 
No, what does that mean? 
DEVANEY
LEO will take total control of all the military and communications satellites. He'll also, as he sees fit, systematically target--
PRESIDENT
You talk about this...machine, as if it's an intelligent human being. Can't the process be reversed? It's a damn computer!
DEVANEY
It's got artificial intelligence processing, coded by the best minds in scientific logic and weaponry. 

If it doesn't feel threatened or provoked, it'll simply monitor the situation for 24 hours and revert back to surveillance mode. I think. 
PRESIDENT
And you're serious! There's no abort process that shuts this schizophrenic tin can off?
(beat)
This is incredible. What were we thinking? Damn we shoulda knew better. Damn!
Whitney is sweating profusely as the President walks out of the room and into the coach seating area and PLOPS DOWN in a seat; obviously exasperated and overwhelmed.
Meanwhile, in the cockpit, the PILOT realizes that he's not in control of the navigation of the plane. He repeatedly tries to deactivate the Computer Aided Navigation (CAN) System. Suddenly, turbulence violently tosses Air Force One. Everyone in the meeting room is scared and noticeably shaken. The Pilot is knocked unconscious.
INT. cART TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - NIGHT
Patrice is at her command station, monitoring the video pixels and the tracking equipment. Another TECH is nearby.
PATRICE
Something is wrong with the President's plane.
Tech
Not another missile?
PATRICE
Maybe worse...the Computer Aided Navigation System's been activated. I think LEOS got control of the plane; the pilot isn't answering.
Patrice switches to the AWACS pixel.
Patrice
Bill, how far away are you from Air Force One?
DevANEY
It's circling over Baltimore. I'd say about 100 miles. Why?
PATRICE (O.S.)
LEO has gone into HIP Mode.
DEVANEY
Tell me that's a dance.
PATRICE
Quite the opposite. Hostile 
Invader Protection Mode. He's shut down all remote access and is making his own decisions.
DEVANEY
We've got to try to blow it... maybe a nuclear guided missile?
PATRICE
If anything of any kind flies to or passes near LEO, it would view it as an attack. He'd strike back with his full nuclear arsenal. 
DEVANEY
Come on Patrice, think of something? You're the expert.
PATRICE
So now you guys wanna listen 
to me...dammit Bill!
INT. aIR FORCE ONE - NIGHT - iNTERCUT AS DESIRED
The altimeter in the cockpit shows the plane leveling off at 55,000 feet. Unaware of the gravity of his situation, the President rejoins his Advisors in the meeting room. Commotion has broken out with the Allied Leaders who are present via video feed. DeVaney, in the AWACS, is also shown on video.
Allied LEADER #1
This whole situation was avoidable. We said no nuclear weapons in outer space. What an outrageous violation by NATO and the United States!
Allied LEADER #2
We should have been told about the nuclear arsenal up there.
Whitney
We're on top of the situation. We're doing everything we can.
Allied LEADER #1
That's everything you can do, not everything we all could have done-- collectively. The United States is not the only country on earth!
WhitNEY
Good point, you got me on that one.
Whitney's smug matter-of-fact comment evokes RAUCOUS simultaneous RESPONSES from all the Allied Leaders.
PreSIDENT
Gentlemen, please. This may ease things a bit. Approximately 6 hours ago a shuttle mission was launched to disable all of our military caches in outer space...There is one last hope.
ALLIED LEADER #3
What do we tell the world press? This will trigger global panic.
ALLIED LEADER #1
People have a right to know they are living their last hours.
PreSIDENT
The news will have to be filtered.
DevANEY
We may not have to worry about telling anybody anything. All communications satellites will soon be shut down. In short order the world revisits the dark ages.
PRESIDENT
Patrice, are you there?
PATRICE (O.S.)
Right here, Mr. President.
PRESIDENT
I need to address the American public...Can it be arranged?
PATRICE (O.S.)
We're on it, standby.
The President and his Advisors look at each other sheepishly.
PRESIDENT
What have we done?
INT. cART TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - NIGHT
CART is a frenzy of activity. The scene is tense and dramatic as TECHNICIANS SHOUT out developments as they occur.
Technician #1
We've lost the communications satellite feed to the western half of the United States!
TechniciaN #2
The air traffic control satellites are inoperable over zone three.
(pause)
There's hundreds of airplanes flying right now.
PATRICE
Mr. President, the networks will abide by Executive Order; you've got 2 minutes in 45 seconds.
A TV report suddenly over powers the atmosphere. The President appearing tired and haggard, does his best to appear confident.
NEWSCASTER (v.O.)
We interrupt this program to bring you a message from the Emergency Broadcast System.
PRESIDENT 
(on video pixel)
My fellow Americans, I deeply regret that I must interrupt your TV programs at this time. For those that can still get this message,

an approaching dust cloud in outer space will interrupt all broadcast and telecommunications satellites that transmit to earth almost immediately following this address. We may even lose electric power. 

This dust storm will also render all air and vehicular modes of travel hazardous. For your own safety, Marshall Law is now imposed throughout the Nation. I ask for your cooperation.

Law enforcement and military personnel are under orders to strictly enforce this protective curfew until dawn. I urge you all to remain calm. This temporary inconvenience will pass in 24 hours or less. Take care and may God Bless us all. 
Unbelievable expression and stunned disbelief fill the room as the President's address concludes.
TECHNICIAN #3
That's bullshit! That's the ball game and we all know it! I need to get to my daughter. This is cra--
Patrice SLAPS TECHNICIAN #3 in the face.
PaTRICE
Grab a hold of yourself...the Country needs you.
INT. aIR FORCE ONE - NIGHT
The President paces nervously in the meeting room with his Advisors.
President
What's the status of the shuttle?
(pause)
Patrice, get me an update.
WhITNEY
Are we sure it's safe up here?
Maybe we should land.
PRESIDENT
Captains don't abandon ship. I'm seeing this through to the end.
A montage of catastrophes, gaining in speed 
Airplanes have near misses; trains COLLIDE. Cars have  ACCIDENTS as traffic signals fail. There are blocks and miles of congested traffic. People realize their cell phones don't work. Citizens take to the streets in fear and panic. A HOBO, wandering through the streets tries to stop anybody who will listen to him, eerily and repeatedly portends:
Hobo
The world is coming to an end. Revelations is here...repent now  or your souls are doomed.
InT. air force one - NIGHT
Patrice appears via video feed. The President is in the conference room with his Advisors.
Patrice
Mr. President, the shuttle Liberty has reached Low Earth Orbit.
PresIDENT
Conference in our Allied Partners.
EXT. outer space - night
Two ASTRONAUTS work in robotic motion on a satellite; they're tethered to LIBERTY which appears splendid with earth in the background of the outer space mechanics.
PATRICE (O.S.)
Liberty, this is CART; 
how are you proceeding?
Astronaut #1
You really want to know?					(pause)
Let's just say I wish you all were up here; perhaps the safest place to be right now.
PATRICE (O.S.)
Standby for the President.
INT. aIR FORCE ONE - nIGHT - intercut as desired
A view into the cockpit shows the prostrate motionless Pilot. The altimeter shows the plane's rapid descent to 50,000 feet. The President and his Advisors appear shaken. Papers and coffee mugs are scattered around the conference room.
PresiDENT
Will somebody find out what's 
going on with the pilot. Do I   have to fly this thing?
They resume watching the video monitor of the Astronauts at work in outer space. Whitney steadies himself and slowly heads for the door. The faces of some of the Advisors show concern. Video pixels also show the Allied Leaders.
PresIDENT
How are we doing Liberty?
Shuttle commander 
I wish we had better news. We're not gonna be able to save everybody if we don't get to Andromeda Master.
allied leaDER #1
I thought this situation was under control. This is outrageous. Who's not included in everybody? How dare the United States alone decide who lives and who--
The President mutes the complaining Allied Leaders' pixel.
PreSIDENT
Gentlemen, let's stay calm. The Andromeda Master Satellite controls all the satellites up there... What's the problem Tom?
ShUTTLE COMMANDER
For some reason Andromeda's not responding. We need to go do it manually.
WhITNEY
No big deal; we've trained for this scenario. We'll just disable LEOS MIND by getting to Andromeda.  
Whitney leaves the room.
PaTRICE
Sir, I don't think we should try that. LEO is in HIP Mode right now. He could misconstrue Liberty's approach as an hostile act.  
PreSIDENT
We've got to do something...what if we approached LEO gradually?
PATRICE
Who can really say? What we do know is in 48 hours if it doesn't feel threatened it will be out of the Hostile Invader Protection mode.
PRESIDENT
We won't have 48 hours if something else triggers the countdown. We'd only have minutes if that.
(beat)
Liberty, how soon can you reach Andromeda?
SHUTTLE COMMANDER 
Approximately 17 minutes, sir.
PRESIDENT
Stagger your approach...take your time...We don't want to set it off.
Various Allied Leaders display looks of appeased anger. The President answers a phone near him. The light flashes red.
PATRICE 
Sir, with all due respect...sending the shuttle to Andromeda is not a good idea. I don't recommend it. There's got to be another way.
PRESIDENT
Well, find it Patrice...find it.
Int. liberty space shuttle - nIGHT
As the shuttle's retro-rockets ignite, Liberty turns toward the distant Andromeda Master Satellite. Astronaut #1 is left tethered to the satellite.
ShUTTLE COMMANDER
Dave, you've got to have the relay switch linked by the time we get to Andromeda. We won't have much time.
ASTRONAUT #1 (V.O.)
Who're we kidding; this is a lost cause. There's more weaponry up here than we can possibly disable.
Shuttle Commander
The world's at stake. Humanity is at stake...we're all they got.
ASTRONAUT #2
Do you really think this is gonna work? I got a feeling we've seen earth for the last time.
(pause)
How long you think we gonna last out here? We got no food, no water, no fuel...We're floating corpses. This situation ain't good for us man...it ain't good at all!
Int. airforce One, Cockpit - NIGHT
Whitney opens the door and sees the Pilot lying on the floor unconscious; his forehead is bleeding. 
Whitney
Tom, you okay...Tom?
Whitney goes to try to revive the Pilot by shaking him.
WhITNEY
Fucking great man...fucking great!
Whitney bolts from the cockpit in a panic.
INT. caRT TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - NIGHT - intERCUt
Technicians watch the video transmission as the shuttle gets nearer to the Andromeda Master Satellite; Patrice's attention  is curiously drawn to another radar screen. A projectile has been fired from a satellite near Andromeda and is headed on a collision course with Liberty. 
Helplessly and before Patrice can react, the missile scores a direct hit. The shuttle Liberty EXPLODES.
PreSIDENT
What just happened? 
Did Liberty explode?
Devaney
The bastard.
PaTRICE
LEO perceived the approach 
to be an hostile attack.
Via video, the reactions are swift and awestruck.
PreSIDENT
Our own defense system destroyed the shuttle?
(beat)
What kind of monster have we created up there...We can't 
even control it.
DevANEY
I don't know any other way to say this, but that just started the beginning of the end of mankind.
Allied LEADER #1
What are we going to do now? This situation is way out of control.
PaTRICE
LEO will start a nuclear launch countdown as a result of its perception of being attacked.
PreSIDENT
What about our other military defenses? Come on Bill, you're talking about the end of life on earth for God's sake!
DEVANEY
As hard as it may be to accept, there's not a damn thing we can 
do to stop LEOS MIND.
DeVaney sarcastically smiles and SIGHS as he misses the wastepaper basket with a balled up piece of paper.
DevANEY
I guess as my favorite cartoon character would say...that's all folks...We've finally succeeded in microwaving our own asses.
Tears run down Patrice's face as she visibly trembles. The CART Technicians SCAMPER for doors but find them locked. Panic erupts throughout the room. One Male Technician goes to a desk, opens the drawer and lustily flips through a magazine of nude women. The frantic SOUNDS of panic and BANGING on DOORS and WINDOWS fill the room. Patrice walks from her command post as if in a daze. 
Int. Apartment building - DAY
Little PATRICE JAMESON, 8, wears cute pony tails, pink animal print pants and shirt and sandals, is playing in the hallway when she sees a GRUNGY MAN in his mid 30s running towards her, he looks frantic and scared. She runs into her apartment and SLAMS the DOOR, but before she can lock it, the Grungy Man forces it open and enters. He CLOSES and LOCKS the DOOR behind him and looks around the efficiency apartment. Little PATRICE is horrified and speechless. 
Grungy Man
You really shouldn't let strangers in when your mommy's not home. 
He approaches as Little Patrice backs up. The Grungy Man grabs her by the arm.
Grungy Man
Well, you're the lady of the house now...Why you looking so afraid? I'm a very nice guy; you'll see. 
Little Patrice is motionless and silent as the Grungy Man forcefully pushes her down onto the sofa bed that lies unmade in a corner of the small apartment. The telephone RINGS. Little Patrice looks at it suspiciously.
Grungy MAN
Oh, is that your loving responsible mommy calling to check on you? I'll bet she wants to know if you're being naughty or nice. Well, tell her you're gonna be a good little girl or I'll be upset with you. Very upset. 
He snatches Little Patrice from the sofa bed by the arm and takes her to the phone. Little Patrice answers.
LITTLE PATRICE
Hello...Mommy?
WoMAN'S VOICE (v.O.)
What took you so long to answer the damn phone?
LITTLE PATRICE
I'm fine.
WOMAN'S VOICE (v.O.)
I'm working late again. So, if you get hungry, go next door to Miss Williams. I don't want the house messed up when I get there either. See you in a few hours.
The CLICK from the caller hanging up is heard.
LITTLE PATRICE
I'm being a good girl...You say daddy will be here soon and tell him you're on your way too, okay.
(pause)
Yes ma'am, I'll go right over to Miss Williams house now...Okay, I'll call you right back from Miss Williams...bye ma...love you too.
Little Patrice hangs up her receiver and looks at the man.
Grungy Man
How sweet. Well, a funny thing happened on the way to miss Williams house didn't it? 
The Grungy Man flings Little Patrice across the room onto the sofa bed. He approaches the trembling and terrified Little Patrice with a savage wanton lust; unbuckling his pants. Just as he lies down on the bed, a loud BANGING on the DOOR is suddenly heard. The Grungy Man quickly jumps up.
HALLWAY - DAY
POLICE OFFICERS knock on various doors on the floor. Two are at Little Patrice's doorway with batons in hand. An OLDER WOMAN in her 50s is with them.
Police OFFICER
Open up! Anybody home? 
Older woman
Patrice baby, it's Miss Williams. Open the door honey, it's okay. Your mother called. 
APARTMENT - DAY
Little Patrice SCREAMS. The Man grabs her and starts to hit her, but just shoves her back on the bed and makes a mad dash to OPEN the WINDOW and scale down the fire escape. The POLICE OFFICERS KICK the DOOR OPEN and rush in. They head straight to the open window and climb out. The OLDER WOMAN goes to comfort Little Patrice who's scared and crying.
Older wOMAN
Are you okay? Did he hurt you? Did he do anything to you?
INT. caRT TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - NIGHT
Patrice reacts slowly as a small VOICE rises up and pierces through the turmoil.
DERRICK (O.S.)
Squeaky to ma...ma, come in please.
Patrice springs to life and hurriedly rushes to her office.
INT. paTRICE'S OFFICE - nigHT - intercut as desired
Patrice, standing by the credenza, clutches her cell phone to her bosom. Via speakerphone, she'll be talking to her son Derrick for the last time.
PaTRICE
Derrick baby, I'm here.
DERRICK 
Ma when you coming home from work?
Patrice is in silent agony as tears well up in her eyes.
DERRICK 
I turned on the TV, but ain't no picture. People are outside running and yelling like crazy. We should move somewhere more quiet...man!
PaTRICE
Derrick, I love you. You're 
the best son a mother could 
ever have and you've always 
made me so proud of you.
DERRICK 
Ma, when you get home, can we go get a cheeseburger and fries and a shake?...You know tomorrow is my birthday. I aced the test too...ha ha! The hotel we staying at has a pool. I'm taking my snorkel stuff.
The pain in Patrice's heart gushes from her eyes in a waterfall of tears. Patrice places her hand over her mouth to muffle her MOAN of anguish; she crumbles to the floor in pain, bear-hugging the phone. 
PATRICE
Sure baby, whatever you want.
INT. cART TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - NIGHT
Various TECHNICIANS stationed at monitors, exclaim the effects of LEOS MIND shutting down the Earth's satellite controlled computer systems which regulate purification plants for food, water and air quality.
TECHNICIAN #1
We just lost power to TVA.
TECHNICIAN #2
The USDA processing plant in Texas shows rising bacteria levels. 
TECHNICIAN #3
What's the point in any of this... LEOS dissecting us like lab frogs. Something told me to take champ to the kennel this morning...damn.
INT. paTRICE'S OFFICE - NIGHT
Two CART TECHNICIANS in their mid 20s look scared and deranged and stand at the doorway watching Patrice.
PaTRICE
Honey, I need you to be brave; just as if I were there with you.
DERRICK (O.S.)
Aww ma, I'm not scared; I'm playing Space Invaders. My friend Dragon got disconnected. I had him beat.
PATRICE
Remember that time we were-- 
One of the MALE TECHNICIANS interrupts.
FeMALE TechNICIAN
We're getting a signal from that astronaut on Sebastian.
PaTRICE
Derrick, hold a second baby. I'll be right back. Don't hang up.
Patrice springs to her feet and rushes from her office into the CART Tracking & Surveillance Center. 
Int. cart tRACKING & SURVEILLANCE center - nIGHT - iNTERCUT
Patrice takes her place at the commands and dons her headset. She starts pushing buttons, flipping switches and grabs a joy stick. On the giant pixel video screen, a vivid display of outer space shows various satellites positioned around the Earth; a few other planets are also visible. In the far distance is the dust cloud from the exploded Liberty Shuttle.
Patrice
Dave, you there?
The astronaut that was left tethered to the satellite is holding on for dear life. His space suit is charred and dotted with smoking pellets from the Liberty explosion.
ASTRONAUT #1
Hanging right here. It's pretty bad huh?
Patrice sadly grimaces shaking her head in disbelief.
ASTRONAUT #1 (cont'd)
You know this one will launch first. Maybe I can catch a ride. I sure would like a hot cup of coffee when I get back...you mind?
PATRICE
You got it...Did you get the switch linked?
ASTRONAUT #1
I kinda got distracted by the fireworks. Them guys always did play practical jokes.
PATRICE
I have an idea. Can you have that switch linked in say 5 minutes?
ASTRONAUT #1
I can do it in 3.
The OTHER MALE TECHNICIAN surveys equipment also. The console radar monitor shows Air Force One being elevated towards outer space via the Computer Aided Navigation System. The altimeter rises steadily past 60,000 feet.
Other male TeCHNICIAN
What's he doing with Air Force One? 
Patrice rushes over to where he's standing. She TYPES commands on the console monitor keyboard. Patrice FLIPS SWITCHES and PRESSES BUTTONS on other nearby equipment.
Other male technician
It's still rising!
PatrICE
Hold it. If Air Force One reaches 80,000 feet, it'll be in low earth orbit...it carries 2 nuclear warheads.
(pause)
The heat from re-entry would cause the nukes to explode.
Other male technician
At that altitude, radioactive fallout would spread globally; we all die anyway.
Patrice goes to her command post. She flips to the Air Force One pixel. Everyone is nervous and strapped in their seats with air bags over their faces. Whitney looks around the cabin then struggles to the cockpit gasping for air, steps over the Pilot and puts on an oxygen mask. He notices the altimeter, it reads 72,000 feet. 
PATRICE 
Bill, listen to me...You've got to do something. You can't let that plane reach 80,000 feet.
Whitney stands staring at the controls of the plane, horrified. The eject button is also nearby.
PATRICE 
Bill! Bill!...You hear me Bill?
A turbulent jerk causes Whitney to lose his balance. He grabs the joystick and that causes the plane to do an even steeper incline. The altimeter is at 74,345 feet and rising swiftly. 
PATRICE 
Bill, you're running out of time!
A scared Whitney dashes from the cockpit and runs down the aisle to the rear of the plane. The President jumps up from his seat and hurries to the cockpit. He notices the prostrate Pilot and proceeds immediately to the controls. 
PATRICE 
Mr. President, don't let that plane reach 80,000 feet!
The President notices the altimeter at 77,765 feet and steadily rising. A look back into the cabin section shows a scared Bill Whitney with a parachute on his back tugging at a rear emergency escape door. The President FLIPS the switch to dump the fuel. The plane does an immediate nose dive. A bright flash of light is followed by hurling debris and a delayed SONIC BOOM. LEO has done something. A piece of shrapnel RIPS a gaping hole in the tail section of the plane. Bill Whitney is flung to the rear of the plane. He SMASHES hard against the food service door and BREAKS the seal.
Whitney struggles with all his might to pull himself up the aisle as contents are SUCKED OUT of the hole in the tail section of the plane. A coffee pot SMASHES against his head, he loses his grip and HOLLERS as he's gruesomely sucked through the hole as if going through a meat grinder.
INT. aIR FORCE ONE - niGHT
PRESIDENT pov:
It's a struggle to maintain control as a mountain range closes in on Air Force One. Dramatically, a jagged peak of a mountain juts through the underbelly of the plane; peeling it back like a banana. Air Force One caroms down the side of the mountain; pieces break off, but it doesn't explode.
Int. cART TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - NIGHT
TECHNICIAN #3
LEO just took out the President! Man are we screwed or what!
Suddenly, Four Military Officers BURST through the DOOR escorting Marillyn Cifax and Dr. LEONID PAVEL, 57, dressed in a long white lab coat. Dr. PAVEL, bald, looks nervous and is heavily perspiring, he speaks with a slight accent.
MarILLYN
I remembered that Dr. LEO here worked on the team that did the schematic designs for LEOS MIND. 
It took me a while to locate him, he's retired.
Dr. leo pavel
I understand you have a team at LEOS MIND.
PaTRICE
Not quite. We have a relay switch linkage to Sebastian.
Patrice, Dr. Pavel and Marillyn hurry over to the keyboard at the Command Control; Dr. Pavel sits and starts to TYPE.
DR. LEO PAVEL
I only did the circuitry; I never even saw the A. I. Logic modules. There should be a way to access LEO from Sebastian. All the satellites have 2-way communication with Andromeda Master.
PATRICE
You've got to hurry. There's not much time!
DR. LEO PAVEL
We were a team of 8.
PATRICE
(to herself)
Yeah, 8 idiots.
DR. LEO PAVEL
I brought you in this world and I'm taking you out...you've been a very naughty boy LEO.
On the video pixel screen, a maze of internal computer circuitry is displayed. Certain caches and internal components are starting to turn green as DR. Pavel TYPES commands.
Dr. LEO PAVEL
If I can just beat him to certain critical circuits.
LEOS MIND is coloring the circuits that he's gained control of red. The nuclear silos, defense satellites and network databases are all under LEOS control. Dr. Pavel has the Food and Water Supply, the Broadcast Communications Satellites and the Air Traffic Modules all under his control color of green. At a few instances of this Logic Board Components Race, LEO's and Pavel's colors block the movement of the other from continuing on a certain circuit to the component of choice. 	   
DR. LEO PAVEL
He's too far gone. I can't stop him.
PATRICE
What if we patch a voice stream to the control channel data bursts?
Dr. Pavel, sweating profusely, TYPES even more furiously, then jumps up from the keyboard. 
						 DR. LEO PAVEL
He's attacking us...there's nothing I can do!
Patrice looks at Marillyn, who's watching her with pleading eyes. Patrice sits down and hurriedly begins to TYPE. 
Dr. LEO PAVEL
If I could have started sooner.
The sounds of SLIDING METAL DOORS averts DR. Pavel's and Everyone's attention to the video pixel screen. Patrice looks up just briefly but continues to TYPE. 
EXT. outer space - night
Missile silo's are heard SLIDING open and satellites are shown moving into position for certain attack. Astronaut #1 is also seen holding on to a satellite.
INT. cART TRACKING & SURVEILLANCE CENTER - NIGHT
A FEMALE COMPUTER GENERATED VOICE rings out.
Female COMPUTER VOICE
Sebastian satellites will launch in 25 seconds. In T minus 24, 23, 22.
Other male TechNICIAN 
The crummy bastard's working a fast count. What a slime bag. 
The LEOS MIND Nuclear Launch Countdown Clock shows 00:01:41 (101)seconds remaining. The billowing sound of an EXPLOSION grows louder. Everyone covers their face cringing, YELLING. SIRENS RING and warning lights flash throughout CART.
Female COMPUTER VOICE
System overload. Reroute INTELSAT traffic; replace power grid. Time remaining til launch is T minus 7. Repeat, system Overload. Reroute INTELSAT traffic; replace power...
ALL eyes immediately go back to the video pixel screen. A flashing message reveals: Transmission Overload Power Failure.
Dr. LEO PAVEL
You did it! Brilliant! You rerouted the telephone traffic to Andromeda. What a move! That'll cool his heels! Excellent, just excellent! How'd you think of that! Fabulous! What a close call! Oh my goodness! Oh my God! Just Wonderful!
Marillyn and Everyone else look at Patrice with expressions of disbelief and relief; then SHOUT gladly.
INT. white house - nIGHT
The CHIEF JUSTICE of The Supreme Court is swearing in the Vice President of the U.S.,53, as the NEW PRESIDENT. A modest audience of Reporters, Congressmen and Insiders are gathered at the hastily arranged ceremony. 
NEW president
I solemnly vow to uphold the oath of the Office of the President of the United States of America.
Chief justice
Will the Vice President designate step forth?
From close-by, an energetic looking NEW VICE PRESIDENT in his 60s, comes forward and raises his right hand.
ChiEF JUSTICE
And do you solemnly vow to uphold the laws of the land and of the Office of Vice President of the United States of America?
New VicE PRESIDENT
I do.
Faces in the crowd show a cleaned up Steven Dunbaugh. He now has a lite moustache and wears eye glasses. A closer look reveals he also has one blue eye and one brown eye. Dunbaugh thinly disguises his shiftiness as he whispers in the ear of a shrewd looking MALE PERSON in his early 40s. We've seen this guy before, he was with Bill Whitney when he made the briefcase exchange with Daria. The obscured face of a shapely Brunette WOMAN stands behind Dunbaugh and the Male Person.
CHIEF JUSTICE
Ladies and gentlemen, the President of the United States of America.
A serious minded New President walks to a podium. 
NEW PresidENT
These are the most trying of times. Mankind has just narrowly escaped self destruction and America has lost a great President. Let's not delude ourselves, the situation is not under control. 
We need to move quickly to dismantle LEOS MIND and all space based military satellites and weaponry. 

We also need to address the root cause of this calamity. Starting tomorrow Congress will convene a special session to ease the tax burden on the millions of Americans that have somehow been lost and shut out.

I will also petition the Federal Reserve, the Treasury and the IMF to develop new monetary and credit policies globally. 
Dunbaugh and the Male Person part ways. Dunbaugh moves to the rear of the crowd. A profile glimpse of the shapely Brunette Woman is seen as she gives the Male Person a sensual kiss. The Male Person takes her by the hand and they make their way nearer to the New President; her face being obscured as they move through the crowd.
New president
And we will never forget the real hero of our escape. A woman of uncommon valor. Her bravery was no act and neither is her new title. Ladies and gentleman, join me in celebrating CART's new Chief Administrator, Patrice Hamilton.
(pause)
Miss Hamilton, please, come.
The New President motions to Patrice to take the podium; vigorous APPLAUSE emanates from the Crowd. Standing next to William DeVaney, a sheepish Patrice tries to compose herself.
PaTRICE
You know it was a team effort.
DEVANEY
Not hardly. If it wasn't for you, we'd all be space dust; you were remarkable. I'm proud of you; go ahead, you deserve it.
DeVaney starts CLAPPING and Patrice kisses Derrick, gives him a hug and then heads toward the podium. Derrick beams with pride at the heroic reception for his mother.
PaTRICE
If we've learned anything from this near disaster, it should be that caring about each other must never become passe' or scourged as being liberal.  

We must care not to foster any more Joanna Jasnic's out there; and honest enough to rid ourselves of the Raymond Plippton's in here.

I wouldn't bet on us being able to escape another LEOS MIND scare. We've got to destroy it before someone else sets it off. We've only pulled the power cord, so to speak. I sincerely hope we demilitarize outer space, totally, and revamp this credit system that is too easily manipulated. 
Patrice looks sincere as she pans the room of Power Players.
PATRICE
How has it become tolerable, maybe even acceptable, that we condone this have have-not society as the next chapter in the scroll of the United States? 

Don't you realize what's happened? We've over-taxed and rescinded the civil liberties of middle Americans to the point that they've been put out of the main stream like an unruly class dismissed. 
 
Abraham Lincoln described the primary role of government..."Do for the people what they can't do for themselves." 
The Male Person is now talking with the New President. 
Patrice
Can we all work together to build  a prosperous and secure future that rights a past that for too many wasn't so perfect? When's the last time you hugged a kid and told him you loved him...made them feel safe and secure?
The New President nods as he approaches Patrice.
New presIDENT
The Country and the World is very proud of you. We'll never be able to thank you enough. 
APPLAUSE emanates from the crowd as Patrice steps aside.
New PreSIDENT
I'd like to announce my first key cabinet appointment.
(pause)
Mr. Thomas Bradfield, as Attorney General, will immediately convene a committee with many of you here to oversee the LEOS MIND dismantling. Time is of the essence and the process will commence immediately.

Tom, come share a few words.
Patrice eases off into the Crowd. Many congratulate her as she makes her way towards where Derrick is standing with DeVaney.
DunBAUGH
Ahh, the woman of the hour. Thanks to you, we get to try this again.
Patrice stops and indulges in Dunbaugh's tete-a-tete.
PaTRICE
Pardon me? 
DUNBAUGH
Doing what we must to restore equal rights, civil liberties and access to wealth for the shutout.
Dunbaugh extends his hand which Patrice doesn't shake.
DUNBAUGH
Stefon DuBois; public servant.
PATRICE
A member of Congress?
DUNBAUGH
Nah, but I played one; actually a few...you could call me a lobbyist.
PATRICE
That sounds mysterious. So what   is the nature of your business?
DUNBAUGH
The nature of my business...
I'd have to say my business 
is of the carnal nature.
PATRICE
Is that right? And you panhandle these services to select members  of the government I suppose? 
DUNBAUGH
Our public servants do a helluva job; having a trustworthy discreet time is most appreciated. You may even have need yourself of--
PATRICE
I'm sure I won't be needing anything you provide.
DUNBAUGH
Certainly, even you need to relax sometime...how does Aruba sound?
PATRICE
Sounds to me like you don't know what I do...I hunt the bad guys   of society. Sorta like parasite control.
DUNBAUGH
I've never known a hunter that always captures the game. 
PATRICE
Well, you don't bring them all in alive...You save tax payer dollars where you can.
DUNBAUGH
I prefer a live warm body...after all that chasing, I like to enjoy the catch. Well keep me in mind, I'll be around.
PATRICE
I hope it's the water cooler and not the trash can. Don't be fooled by the make-up and nails, I take out the garbage too.
Patrice spots Derrick waving and smiling at her in the distance; she's distracted briefly.
PATRICE
Well, interesting meeting you; Steven Dunbaugh is it?
DUNBAUGH
No! DuBois...Stefon DuBois.
Patrice walks away into the Crowd. Thomas Bradfield has made his way to the podium to join the New President. It's the same Male Person who's been talking to Dunbaugh. A maniacal smile is pasted across Steven Dunbaugh's face. The hand of the Brunette Woman dons an expensive engagement ring and has secretly reached down, sexually rubbing Dunbaugh's inner thigh...it's Joanna Jasnic, the cheating fiancee of the new Attorney General Appointee!
FADE TO BLACK.
MALE NEWSCASTER (V.O.)
The rare outer space dust storm has passed, narrowly missing earth. We apologize for any inconvenience and now return to regularly scheduled programming.

In what's being called a terrible accident due to the communications blackout, The Airplane carrying the President of The United States went down over the Atlantic; the President is feared dead. 
Roll end credits.