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INT. BANQUETS GUEST BATHROOMS
Wilma, from housekeeping, comes in the bathroom with her
cart. She seems to be sucking on something. She takes out a
huge chicken bone out of her mouth and spits black, gooey
remnants into the sink.
She throws the bone in the thrash and drinks from the sink
tap. She then goes back to work.
She walks past the sinks and to the urinals and stalls.
Halo? Escuz me?
All the stall doors are open, except one. Someone snickers
inside it. There are a few voices.
Wilma turns to leave. The voices tell her something in
Spanish. Wilma whirls around in a heart beat.
The voices continue to apparently insult her. Wilma drops the
mop she picked up a minute ago and breaks out into a full
blown sprint towards the door. Her foot connects with the
door with a huge thud. The door moves an inch, but doesn't
The voices laugh and snicker. Wilma gets even more enraged.
She takes her shoulder to the door now. She rams the door. It
doesn't give. She rams it again. It still doesn't give. She
keeps ramming it a few more times.
It is actually a couple of small Twelve-year old kids in the
stall, standing on the toilet.
As the door bulges inwards from Wilma's massive thuds, the
kids lean against the door. They apply counter-pressure with
all their body weight and might.
Wilma relents. She runs to the mop she dropped and picks it
up. She jams the mop handle in between the stall door, and
tries to break it open.
The kids are still holding their pressure on the door. The
door almost pops off the jamb a few times. Dangerously close
to getting their faces flushed.
The mop doesn't work. She drops it. She starts kicking the
door with unusually powerful kicks for a 63 year old lady.
The kids don't relent with the insults.
Wilma has had enough. She runs back to the cart. Reaching
inside the bag that holds the Garbage bag inside it, she
pulls out an AA-12 (Automatic Shotgun) with a drum magazine.
Approaching the stall door, she pulls back on the charging
handle. We hear a shell enter the chamber. The snickers
She levels the Shotgun, two feet from the door. Her finger
applies pressure to the trigger when --
ON THE CART
-- her radio crackles. It is Sanita, her Director.
Are you done in the bathrooms
Wilma looks in the direction of the sound, listening to
Sanita's ongoing conversation with some more house keepers.
She looks back at the stall door. She leans her hand against
the door. It moves back an alarming distance. A little more.
One more well placed knock and the door will come open. She's
so close to wiping the floor with those kids.
There is no sound from the stall, except the kids' urine
dripping on the floor.
The radio crackles again.
Wilma you copy? Never mind. I'll
get someone else to do it.
Wilma stares at the door. An inch-and-a-half separates her
and the little weazels,keeping them from certain death. After
a long, ominous beat, she finally relents and moves away from
the door. She goes to the cart, picks up the radio.
She opens the door and wheels out the cart. Angrily muttering
INT. FRONT DESK
There is a guest at the desk. He's yelling at the desk agent.
I need a room for tonight. I'm a
...aaand? That does not give you a
cheaper rate. If you want the rate
from last time, you're gonna have
to work to get it.
What? What kind of shit is this? I
did this the last time i was here.
Mopped this whole lobby. Damn you!
Sir...you need to calm down.
The yelling man knocks down the desk agent's computer screen.
He walks away, angry.
And your shitty cheap ass hotel....
The desk agent runs to the back. She dials on her phone.
INT. BANQUETS OFFICE
The Banquets office is booming with loud voices. The manager,
Jasminka, is arguing with Mina. Behind Jasminka, on the wall,
hangs an NRA poster. An H (for hilton) has been spray painted
over the H.
No...they did not have the whole
What do you mean? Here it says they
have the whole continental
breakfast and buffet.
No..i was there, i do all the work.
They did not like the buffet.
Hey...i don't care. We set up the
buffet how they told us, now she
doesn't want to pay. She's going to
sign the paper or i will put my
foot up her ass.
She didn't order soda and coffee.
Somebody put them.
I don't care. Why she didn't tell
She say she talk with server and
she tell him to take out soda. But
they never come back. They go to
lunch for three hours.
INT. BANQUETS GUEST BATHROOMS
Sanita is inspecting the cleanliness of the bathroom. She is
going over the mirrors and the sinks. She spots something on
the side of the counter.
She goes to the urinals.
Landa, there is something on the
side there. Please clean it.
Landa grabs a rag, walks over there and wipes the smudge off.
Andela, one of the house keepers, is cleaning the standing
urinals. Sanita takes the rag from her.
No...no Andela. Here. I'll show
Sanita sprays some cleaning spray on the urinals, then wipes
See. Like this. Wipe in a circular
motion, not up and down.
She looks at the other urinals and the wall.
This is shit. What the hell have
you been doing here.
What? I do. Is good.
Andela takes the rag from Sanita. She dumps the rag into an
unflushed urinal, which still has urine in it, and starts
Sanita stares at Andela, dumbfounded.
Andela...what the hell are you
I clean. You say this clean...
What are you...you can't dump the
rag in that shit. Clean water.
Clean. You understand?
Andela flushes the water on the urinal. She dumps the rag
into the urinal again, takes it out and starts wiping again.
Sanita's mouth falls wide open. She takes out a cigarette.
Lights it and takes a puff. She leaves the bathroom.
INT. FRONT DESK
Just another day at the front desk. Guests are walking around
the lobby. The Front Desk Agent, Carla, is talking to
somebody who is behind a big pillar.
I am thinking of ways to sabotage
the copy machine for my own
We hear the squawk of those yet-to-be-fixed entrance doors
opening. In strolls a very pretentious looking businessman
followed by...well she has to be a girlfriend judging by the
looks of her and him together, but she's no looker either.
Carla turns, facing the oncoming duo, through a forced smile
and clenched jaw.
Hi, how may I help you?!
The man, not even giving Carla the courtesy of eye contact,
hisses at her...
Carla gives them both a blank stare. After a long moment he
finally notices Carla's disdainful look and mutters...
His girlfriend has apparently marinated herself in perfume.
Carla suppress her urge to gag and her smile fades very fast.
She types on her keyboard and brings up a screen.
Looks like you have been upgraded
to a High-way suite. You will love
On the monitor, on one of the screens Carla brings up, a
repair order has been placed. It says balcony broken. Needs
Carla prints out their confirmation, makes room keys for
them, and hands all that to them. The pair begrudgingly take
the stuff. They leave.
Suddenly the General Manager appears behind Carla. Aside from
Carla's Boss he is one Carla hates the most, but is much more
difficult to remove. He has this annoying trait of trying to
be stealthy. He does this hoping to catch someone doing
something wrong so he can pounce and justify his overpaid
position with random acts of micro-management.
He emphasizes Carla's name with a huge Cheshire-cat smile.
Straighten up your name tag a bit.
And try smiling at the guests more.
After all, we need those
satisfaction scores as high as
possible! This is not an insane
asylum. Act accordingly.
He waddles off happy with himself while Carla happily
imagines his body floating in the pool. And her passing out
cocktails to people over it.
Carla glances at the clock and notices that her Boss is a
half hour overdue from lunch.
(To her coworker behind the pillar)
No doubt he's having a quickie in a
linen closet somewhere with his new
girlfriend. Looks like I'm going to
have to teach him a little lesson
in proper shift scheduling.
Are you freaking mad?
Why not? He always shits on us
when we are late, even a second.
He's the boss...
Carla seems to wander off with her mind.
I wonder what the stapler tastes
The door in the back office suddenly opens and we hear the
Boss shuffling around in there.
Carla peeks around the corner at his red face and disheveled
tie. And what a surprise, he's even out of breath as if he'd
just run a marathon. He gives Carla a condescending smirk.
Moments later we hear a loud short scream and a thud.
Carla calmly picks up the phone and dials.
There's been a terrible accident!
Can we get security here quick?
What she really thinks is a snail-slow pace.
Another half hour later and they're wheeling the Boss away on
a stretcher, his head with a bandage on it and he with a look
on his face as if he'd just seen the world's most beautiful
lady. His face all relaxed and staring off into the ceiling.
He laughs at every little thing.
The GM notices the Ambulance from the corner of the Trofi
restaurant. He comes running.
It appears that little Nicky here
had himself a joint.
What?! We have talked about that
shit..we got to share.
Shit, he ain't given me nothing.
Damn fool done smoked all that shit
You can't be high on that shit. I
buy it, i smoke it.
Oh, yes, but after i save an old
lady from falling off the hotel
roof, i better get a little
The GM interrupts the security guard --
I get it I get it!
-- and hurriedly runs upstairs, no doubt to place a same-day
rush order on some expensive joints from the local blount
store. He had finally found his excuse to spend the
department budget money.
INT. SEMINAR THEATER
The room is a typical banquets employee meeting. Employees
are drinking alcoholic beverages, smoking, their guns spread
out all over the tables. It's a thick atmosphere here. Gun,
pot and alcohol friendly posters line the walls, among them
Alright. I wanna thank you for
coming to the meeting. Chef, do you
Sure. I wanna talk about proper
food handling. We've had a few
problems in the last, oh i wanna
say 6 - 7 months with people
getting sick and saying "Oh it was
Cauestau lights a cuban cigar, takes huge puffs, and sits
down like a mob boss. His gut hanging out.
First of all if somebody says it
was the food...what would you tell
(To the captains) Hey
guys...translate to them over
there, they don't seem to
Edgar and Djordje start translating to the servers. The
servers talk back in their languages.
You tell, i'm sorry. You apologize.
You kiss their ass.
You tell them to shut up and eat
the god damn shit. You always kiss
their ass, not apologize. You
always force them to see a doctor.
They gon' pay for the doctor, not
Why do they need a doctor if
nothing happened to them?
To make sure they aren't lying and
taking advantage of a huge
insurance cash payout.
Yes James. That's the number one
priority. But also to make sure it
was the food. In these cases it was
the food. Shit falls into the food,
we serve it anyway. We just put the
blame on the low staff. Like
yourselves. You low staff are
always here to take the blame for
our mistakes. Always. Last month,
when that three thousand dollar
camera went missing...i got a new
camera...one of you stole it.
Always make an excuse. Excuses
work. Excuses save you. I can not
stress this enough.
And if they try to steal the cash
from the register?
I can't speak for that. All that is
in the hands of Edgar. He handles
Cauestau gets up and leaves. James raises his hand.
Oh God Damn...what is it James?
When we go out and somebody does
it, right, and you bring it to a
captain's attention or the
director's, there is nothing being
done about it in this department.
James, what are you talking about?
Is this the shit about the
recycling again? Cause i don't give
It's all about imposing rules. If i
tell somebody not to do something,
they don't care.
James...James...we don't give a
shit. I'm not a server, but in
another area, they are the ones in
charge. It will be taken care
of...alright James? I couldn't give
two shits about you or anybody
else. All that matters is that us
high staff get our god damn money
and paid vacations. You don't
Joe stands up. He takes his beer bottle as he walks around
the room. Somebody throws a rock glass at at Joe. It barely
misses his head.
Ok...the Union....I Need to have
you guys know that they are evil.
Does everyone understand?
Joe, Mina and Djordje number one.
Going back to what has been said
He passes around a bunch of papers and forms.
Let's all take a look at these
forms i'm passing out. They are the
Union's plans if they should
Everyday is good work. Union number
one my big gosh.
That kinda talk will get you
deported Boris. Look at the forms.
On the forms is a letter of intent
that says you all renounce all your
possessions and claims to the hotel
and that you will pass over to the
Somewhere a server stands up.
Hey anybody got a cigarette?
Someone passes him one. He lights it, then walks over to a
poker session. He drops ten thousand and joins.
A week and a half ago, a planner,
the head of the Union planning
committee sent this.
Someone gets up from their place, walks over to a slot
machine and starts gambling. Some people join in.
Johnson...put me down for twenty.
Movement and shouting is heard in the air ducts above the
room. Someone is yelling something. Then...Anderson, an
engineer, comes crashing through the ceiling. He lands on a
Anderson gets up, dusts himself off, takes some food and
drink and leaves the room. Nobody seems to have noticed.
What i am saying is that the Union
will want to have you believe that
they are all about equality. Ain't
no equality here. They are evil and
manipulative, and will take
advantage of us.
What if they promised us a lot of
good deals? I spoke with them
Joe interrupts her as quick as lightning strikes.
You need throw that bull shit right
out of your head. You will lose
your citizenship and be deported to
your family's country of origin.
He starts miming with his hands.
The Union...bad. The Hotel...good.
The Union...Hate. The Hotel...love.
The union screws you. The Hotel
screws you, in a loving way.
INT. GRANDBALLROOM HALLWAY
A small, brunette girl, Jeanie (22), is screaming at Jasminka
about something. There are guests in the Hallway, but they
don't seem to hear or care about the argument, going on with
...go down to the basement and find
Sorry, no basement, elevator
company is the only one with access
to the shaft per city ordinance.
The girl starts stomping with her feet, flailing her arms up
into the air. Jasminka is getting angrier and angrier.
What...then call them to come and
find it. I want my Drivers License
I can't call the elevator company
in on a Friday night due to cost.
They come in on monday anyway. They
check elevators every three months.
I don't care. I want them to
HEY...are you deaf...they can not
They are closed over the weekend.
Now it is 10 PM, they are closed.
Then give me the emergency
telephone number for the elevator
Behind Jasminka and Jeanie, and bum has walked into the lobby
and started stealing purses and stuff. Edgar takes him down
with his choke hold.
Three guys immediately jump on him, zip-tie his arms and lead
him to the back. Edgar gives back the purses.
The girl turns around and leaves. She goes into the Business
Center. Jasminka grabs Jeanie by her collar and drags her off
INT. BANQUETS KITCHEN
The kitchen is teeming with servers, housemen and other
employees. The dinners have been served. Some servers are
gambling. Others are rifling through the guest's belongings.
Most of the servers are taking the left over food from the
hotboxes and start eating. Chefs Alex and Cauestau step off
of the elevator.
They walk among the servers, spitting in their food as they
pass. Cauestau spits in Boris's plate. Boris, enraged,
springs up, takes out his .45 And knocks out Alex. He holds
Cauestau at gunpoint.
Wat is dis...pipo eat. You shit.
No one is to eat in the banquet
kitchen, boris. We've gone over
this many times.
Suddenly lots of employees encircle Cauestau and Alex, who is
Get the hell out. You're nobody up
Spencer eat. Trofi eat. Everybody
people eat. Banquet no eat, puta
They can. You can't.
They shove Cauestau back into the elevator. They bombard him
with food until the door closes.
INT. SALT CELLAR
There are six tables in two rows of three. People are sitting
at the tables. More people come in and sit at the table
In walks Clint, he touches everything on the food line and
takes a few belongings in the process. Not caring, he knocks
over somebody's coffee.
He walks over to where Kenny, his boss, is sitting and flops
down on the chair. He eats the week old leftovers he's been
served, like everybody else.
Enter Richard Matthesson, a Union representative. He holds a
stack of papers in his left hand. He addresses the people
with such disrespect it makes you wonder if he isn't the most
perfect candidate for that job.
Here we are! I want to congratulate
you animals for being here today.
Pansy, a cook, raises her hand. Another cook, behind her
shoots Matthesson a disdainful look. Matthesson's chances
don't look so good.
Excuse me. There's been a mistake.
I know it's a holiday and all, we
gonna go home anytime soon?
Matthesson doesn't care. He just continues to talk.
You have the whole day to think
about why you're here. To ponder
the error of your ways...
Izet spits onto the tiles right in front of Matthesson. Dana,
a human resources front desk agent, looks like she is going
to gag. Izet pays her no mind.
...and you may not discuss any of
these things we said the other day
with anybody. The less people know
about it...the better.
He glances at Izet and points at him.
Matthesson pulls the chair out from under Izet. Izet gets up,
reaching under a table and pulling out a pump shot gun. He
Alright people, we're gonna try
something today. We are going to
write an essay--of no less than ten
thousand words--describing to me
who you think you are in your quest
to keep us out.
You want to forcefully take over
Matthesson passes out paper and pencils and takes no notice
of Izet, who is clutching the shotgun, ready.
We want to bring discipline and
most importantly, civilize all you
animals. And impose our strict
What you talking you shit man...
You'll learn a little something.
Maybe you'll even decide whether or
not you care to join us.
Brian raises his hand and then stands.
I can answer that right now. That'd
Sit down Jeffers...you've as good
Shit man. Screw this.
He sits. Someone in the back has overturned a Beer Vending
machine and now three employees are pouncing on it, trying to
break it open.
...is right down that hall. Any
business on the side is ill
advised...we will know.
He looks around at them.
I have question...
Matthesson looks at him suspiciously. He doesn't want to, but
let's Izet talk.
How much people no like union, i no
like. Why you want people to union?
I'll give you the answer to that
question, Mr. Izet, when you have
joined us. Don't mess with the bull
or you'll get the horns up your
Matthesson leaves. Once he is gone, people go back to their
usual chatting, smoking, gambling, comparing weapons etc.
Edgar and two guys run in, in the back, and take the three
employees by the beer machine down.
INT. GRAND BALLROOM FOYER
The yellow police tape blocks off all entrances to the Grand
Ballroom. Green smoke flows out from underneath the doors.
A few people close to the doors gag and throw up. Two of them
stick towels under the door, blocking off the small hole in
the other towels. EMTs rush to help the gagging people.
The GM, Shawn, and their secretary walk around the foyer,
taking account of the damage done by Tim's acid farts.
They stop by Edgar, who is setting up a break station, with a
Mary and Semso.
Edgar...(turns to servers) How are
you guys? Edgar?
The servers reply lazily.
There is something we need to talk
Gunshots come from somewhere on the lobby floor. Nobody even
Edgar leads them away from everybody.
There is a problem...big problem.
It's about the god damn
cashbox...the one that went missing
a week ago. My cash box.
We have found it. It was found by
this Steven guy. Security guy.
Oh yes...the new guy. We just hired
him a few weeks ago.
Did you check his background?
As much as we could...i mean, we
don't check the whole personal
That is a problem...
Shawn lights two Cuban cigars, hands one to the Gm. He offers
one to Edgar, but Edgar declines with a wiggle of his finger.
The security guard?
No...the problem is maybe something
slipped by the background check.
I don't see how something could
Edgar cuts him off. His demeanor is always strict when he's
on the job. He doesn't take shit from anybody.
I will have my people do a full
check. You will have the report in
The secretary jots something down on her pad.
I will set an appointment for you
at 4 PM Edgar.
The Gm, Shawn and the Secretary leave Edgar, to the Alpine
Edgar goes back to the break table.
A bellman is pulling a cart through the lobby. He approaches
the bell stand. Next to the bellstand, in the little area are
a few sofas for the guests. There are some guests occupying
The bellman, in a regular moment of stupidity, knocks the
cart into a lamp that's next to one of the sofas. The lamp
falls over and onto a guests laptop that's sitting on his
The guest, throwing the laptop and lamp down, hurls out of
Shit...im gonna kill your ass now.
The guest takes out a .45 Long slide colt from his bag. He
cocks it and puts it against the bellman's head. The bellman
Behind the guest...
Connie comes running. She takes out an M-16 from her cart and
joins them. She levels the M-16 at the guest and bellman.
While the guest is distracted, the bellman takes out a pump
shotgun from the umbrella stand, and points it at the guest.
Nobody moves. Nobody flinches. It's a stalemate.
You gonna run?
Shit...not before i mess up his
face. He gon' pay for this shit.
Another bellman, Pablo, runs through the background with a
sniper rifle. He runs up the stairs that lead to the 2nd
floor. Halfway up, he takes up a defensive position.
Let's agree to disagree...
I want your blood to pay for my
How you gonna make a god damn mess
I didn't see the lamp.
The guest takes his coke and drinks from it. Everybody tenses
You lying piece of shit.
You know i just cleaned this floor.
And you gotta throw your shit down
here, mess it up further. God damn
She motions them with her rifle. They both look at her, not
You gon' kiss and make up...
They both look at her. Nothing they can do.
INT. P3 PRISON
A run down, soggy and dark prison, alive with moans of agony
and cries of insanity. Cells are full of wretched men in
chains and iron gags. Many are against the bars, watching.
Our cameras are adequate against
fire and violence, but if we were
more able to ensure justice, after
the fact, then criminals would
truly have to fear law enforcement.
Have they nothing to fear now?
Look around you.
(motioning to cells)
We overflow. We hold these rats in
the cells, then release them
without justice being served.
If jails and courts overflow, it is
a testimony to success, not
failure. That's what you said last
time. We overflow, it shows
But, how many are rotting in here?
How many victims are left here
without reprisal while guilty men
roam our streets?
The GM reaches a desk, taking a seat. Guards wait to process
beaten, bloody prisoners.
Very few, if any.
Even though I have seen confessions
pried from the lips of the accused,
often really brutally, our tactics
work very well, just not to the
point where they are one hundred
For one who calls himself an agent,
your tactics reek of regular
Shawn whispers in the GM's ear. Edgar notices with worry that
some men wheel drunken bodies onwards into another room.
Shawn finishes. The GM smiles faintly.
I will need the cash box, Edgar!
The box is safe. We're updating the
security system. Nobody can get
The General Manager hastily rifles through the papers on the
desk, paying Edgar no attention.
In just one of those boxes is a
little over two hundred and fifty
thousand dollars. I'm taking a six
That is the money for Spencers.
Then give them the money from Trofi
or Banquets. They don't need
They need that money. Stuff is
I'm sure they won't miss it for the
next six months.
INT. P3 MUSTY CELLAR
Edgar walks through the musty sewer system. It is an old,
decrepit, dark sewer. Rat infested, water dripping from every
pipe. There is just barely enough light to see the ceiling.
All this underneath a 4 star hotel. Edgar proceeds to a wall.
He searches the wall and stops on a brick. He pushes in on
the false brick. A cage door opens.
Edgar steps into the dark room.
INT. ENGINEERING CELLAR
The room is lit by some red lights coming from warning lights
that are attached to the Hotel's various generators and
pumps. It's not enough to see the floor of the walk way,
where Edgar just stepped on, but it does the trick.
From Edgar's position, where he moves around the pump room,
he hears voices coming from the adjacent room.
As he nears the room door, he readies his gun. He peeks
through the door crack. Inside the room are Jerry and two
more engineers. They are huddles around two boxes, from one
which they are counting large wads of money.
Edgar bursts into the room.
INT. ENGINEERING POWER CONTROL ROOM
Jerry and the engineers are surprised. They don't have time
to grab their guns, but the engineers grab the box of money.
Jerry grabs the other box.
Good evening Gentlemen!
One of the engineers throws some papers onto Edgar, blinding
him for a second. It gives the three men enough time to run.
INT. SEWER CELLAR
Edgar is tight on the heels of one engineer. He runs up to
him, kicks his leg out and the engineer spills. Edgar zip
ties the guy, they continues on.
INT. SEWER HALL
The remaining engineering guy hides in a dark recession in
the wall, behind large water pipes. Edgar runs past him and
up some stairs.
INT. SEWER TREATMENT FACILITY
Jerry runs up winding stairs, to the top of one of the
Treatment Tanks. On the ground floor, Edgar walks amidst
barrels and other equipment, cautiously.
Jerry yells something from the top. He pulls out a sub
machine gun and shoots. Edgar takes cover and shoots back.
Jerry runs to the back.
Jerry runs up the stairs as fast as he can, clutching the
box. Edgar is right behind him. Only a few floors below. He's
catching up. They trade fire a few times.
INT. TANK WALKWAY
Jerry comes to a stop. He walks the rest of the walkway,
towards the exit on the other side.
Edgar comes up behind him. Gun raised. Jerry whirls around.
Sub-machine gun also raised.
Don't come closer!
Relax Jerry...everything is
Jerry looks behind him. The exit is about twenty-five feet
away from him. Edgar moves closer. Jerry stops him.
I will blow it if you move any
Jerry opens the box, revealing a professionally set up
Call off the others...if any.
There is no one else. Only me.
Jerry heaves on his legs, panting heavily. His broken forearm
still in a cast. He leans slowly against the railing,
coughing and wheezing. He's sweating worse than a sprinkler.
Call John. Tell him i want to talk
Jerry coughs more and more. He almost drops the box, but
manages to catch it in time.
Edgar pats his side...
No radio. I left it in my office.
Jerry doesn't believe Edgar.
We're getting a little lax on our
departmental training Edgar. You
said it yourself. Everybody is to
have their weapon and radio with
them at all times and costs.
The battery is empty...
Edgar notices no radio on Jerry.
I know you always have your radio
and gun on you.
Where is your Radio?
I left it in the power control
room...carelessness. No time to
grab it when you came.
Jerry looks back to the Exit again. This time he's much
closer. Having inched backwards slowly.
Edgar, with no way out, calls John over the radio.
Where is the bomb, Jerry?
Jerry pushes a button on the box, which arms it.
It's in a safe place. Let's just
say it will tip the advantage in
favor of my new friends.
Who are your friends?
You will find out.
Jerry pushes the button. A huge shock wave sends Edgar flying
back. The whole facility shakes. Stuff falling from the
When Edgar recovers, he looks around. Jerry is gone. Edgar
gets up and runs towards the open Exit door.
END OF EPISODE TWO
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