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The Stratus BorQ By David L. Jackson © 2009 Writers Guild of America, West. All Rights Reserved OPEN ON EXT. OUTER SPACE Space, deep blue darkness highlighted with distant starlight. A large planet caresses the horizon, it's visible oceans and land formations identify the planet as 'Earth'. A small one man exploration pod touches by and drifts down towards the planet. INT. FEDERATION POD 18 / TUES. 3:45 PM A constricted cockpit, CAPTAIN SIKH ROBERTS is employed flicking various console gadgets among the brightly lit buttons. SIKH ROBERTS, a tall, well-built, 32 year-old dark skinned man with dark windblown hair. His white jumpsuit contains a breast logo that reads,"GLOBAL FEDERATION" and a crest on his sleeve reveals the words "PROBE MISSION 2012". Sikh is sporting a large headset hanging around the back of his neck, lifts them and adjusts it back onto his head, SIKH ROBERTS "Mission control, this is exploration pod 18 on final approach, everything is in order with a tee minus seven niner, on course for drop zone, powering down non essentials for re-entry, over." MISSION CONTROL "E. P. 18, we have you on visual, recovery is in place, Welcome home captain." Sikh begins to power down as the cockpit dims with every button affected. A quick glance over his shoulder as he latches onto a large shoulder strap and begins to buckle himself in, SIKH ROBERTS "Ready or not, here I come." The sound of some small debris hitting the pod catches Sikh's attention, SIKH ROBERTS "What the hell?" The sound now more lively as the pod begins to rock and shake significantly. An alarm begins to buzz. Sikh quickly tries to turn back on the communications system and radar. An electronic female voice quickly interrupts, COMPUTER SYSTEM "Unable to activate com system, entering atmosphere for decent. The mono-toned voice repeats itself like a skipping record, SIKH ROBERTS "Well...this is not good." COMPUTER SYSTEM "Unable to activate com system, entering atmosphere for decent. Sikh views the radar screen which nothing seems to be visible, taps the screen with his gloved finger, and it scrambles up and shuts off, SIKH ROBERTS "Federation junk!...C.S, Please open navigation mode, this is an emergency operational over-ride command!" The pod still rocking violently, sparks flare up on the console. COMPUTER SYSTEM "Unable to activate navigational mode, system over-ride unavailable..." Sikh resumes strapping effort into his seat, he slams his eyes shut and is forced back into his seat as he hits re entry...a click of the buckle, blood begins to trickle from his nostril, it gets extremely bright. BLUR TRANSITION (LIGHT): EXT. SKY OVER LAKE – DAY It is a deep lucent blue sky with the just a few late afternoon clouds in the sweep. Panning the open sky the voice of PROFESSOR JOHNS, having a light British accent, rather disgruntled. PROFESSOR JOHNS (V.O.) "It wouldn't hurt if Sikh was on time once in a while, I have a classroom of students who keep better time." The sweet challenging voice of TAY DONNELLY answers him, TAY DONNELLY (V.O.) "Ease up Doc, He'll be here, Beans just told me he just hit re-entry now..." A loud smothered beat, as if someone had popped a balloon under a seat cushion, followed by a roar like the hollow wind of a Texas Tornado, A flaming ball appears in the sky surrendering a white vapor trail behind it as it plummets fiercely across the sky. CUT TO: EXT. COUNTRY FIELD - DAY The eyes of our impatient Professor, squinting, looking up into the sky. YOUNG LUCY, a beautiful sweet little girl in her pre-teens is sitting quietly on a short stoop, she is looking up as well. The brisk wind whips her hair about her inexpressive face, she shields the brighter light from her eyes as the ball of fire races by. She giggles shyly and points in front of her, looking over excitedly at somebody present beside her. YOUNG LUCY "Daddy's home!" Across the horizon of an unkept farmer's field, brownish tinge of overgrowth within the rugged, broken terrain, the burning pod quickly appears and just as quickly disappears in the distance in a silent sudden puff ...hidden behind a small cluster of trees. A mass of dust and smoke disperses from within the tree line and out into the open field. A stretch of silence. The wind begins to cut away at the smoke and whistles across the barren field. The Professor's eyes peer way into the distance at the fallow horizon. The smoke gives way to reveal a single man trooping towards them. A duffel bag tucked under his right arm. Walking tall with his chin thrust forward, blood trickles from his nose...It is indeed Sikh. TORIC ROBERTS, a tall muscular, chiseled-faced man also dark skinned, leans against his truck smoking a cigarette. Toric is a farm hand from Jefferson's Farm, and wears a plaid shirt unbuttoned and uneven, revealing a dirty white tee. His faded jeans spoiled with a few small holes. Toric grinning as Sikh approaches. TAY DONNELLY, a striking 30 year old woman with blonde hair, an impuissant exterior and a somewhat doff smile propped up against a nearby tree shields her eyes from the sun's glare. Tay is in a nurse's uniform, a badge hanging from a leash draped over her neck. LT. SANDRA YOUNG, a short, intense looking woman in a white jumpsuit with similar markings to those on Sikh's. Her long dark hair tied back in a ponytail. Sandra has a unique looking device pointing at Sikh as he walks up. Sikh stops just shy of the group and puts his free hand on his hip. Professor Johns puts on his glasses, PROFESSOR JOHNS "About time!" Sikh rolls his eyes in exasperation, He begins to remove the duffel bag from around his shoulder, SIKH ROBERTS "What's the matter, doc? Miss me?" PROFESSOR JOHNS (O.S.) "As a matter of fact, I have, with every shot I have taken!" Toric snubs his cigarette in the dirt, looks over and advances towards Sikh with a friendly grin, passing by the Professor, TORIC ROBERTS "You may want to try loading the gun next time doc." Toric saunters up and embraces his brother, PROFESSOR JOHNS (O.C.) "Is that the reason, well I shall remember that for the next time." TORIC ROBERTS "Welcome home little brother!" SIKH ROBERTS "Toric, thanks bro., Good to see you...how's things over at Jefferson's?" TORIC ROBERTS "We're busier than a field mouse in a cat cage! Large yield this season, going to be a good winter." SIKH ROBERTS "That's great to hear." Tay standing with her head tilted, in a very seductive mannerism, she too confronts the returning astronaut, TAY DONNELLY "What happened?... stick a big finger in that sexy little nose of yours?" Sikh takes notice of her standing there and hands his bag to Toric, SIKH ROBERTS "As a matter of fact... I think I saved you a chunk..." Sikh extends his middle finger, the bird if you prefer. Tay smiles advancing forward, grabbing hold of his gesturing hand, clutching it with both hands, she begins to slowly tongue his finger from the knuckle to the nail, not once taking her seductive eyes from his. Sandra enters behind them, zapping Sikh in the upper right arm with an electronic gadget. SANDRA YOUNG "Get a room you two!" Tay in full grin, embraces Sikh with a warm hug and kiss. Sikh now rubbing his arm ...giving Sandra a baneful look. SIKH ROBERTS "I entered the atmosphere and found myself in some space junk, rocked the hell out of the bird and I" TAY DONNELLY "Well, you quite possibly travelled through some of the residuals of Nara 3." Sikh looks confused. TAY DONNELLY "It was destroyed earlier this week. I'm surprised you didn't get a text note regarding the whole deal." Tay continues to try and remove some dried blood from his upper lip. SIKH ROBERTS "Why?...What the hell happened?" Sandra views a couple of test tube through the daylight, inspecting the color of each. SANDRA YOUNG "Don't really know, They sent Delta 47 up 2 weeks ago to find out why the Federation lost contact with the station, The Delta scouts reported the base was vacant, everyone was gone. They reported the evac was initiated but the exit pod was never launched." SIKH ROBERTS "That doesn't explain why they blew it up!" TAY DONNELLY "Delta reported back that some of the women on their team started to fall ill." SANDRA YOUNG "Within twenty four hours, we lost all communications with the entire Delta team." SIKH ROBERTS "Some virus possibly?" Tay shrugs her shoulders, PROFESSOR JOHNS Nara 3 was scheduled to reach it's final orbit this week, Federation decided it was best to keep it from coming home, fearing the possibility of an unknown biological agent released on board." Toric hands Sikh a water bottle, looking rather disinterested in what the Professor was preaching. TORIC ROBERTS " I know for a fact that Jeffrey Myers was up there, and in no way was he conducting any biological experiments, something else happened up there and our Federation is just covering it up again...like that there Roswell incident last century." The Professor interrupts, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Oh give it a rest now, what's done is done and you know as well as I, we couldn't allow Nara 3 to come home with any possibility of something on board that poses a threat to Earth, whatever it was...be it viral be it biological...our federation made the right call, and you Toric... would be better off dropping your opinion before it falls upon loyal ears." Toric rolls his eyes. He opens the door to his truck and retrieves a pack of cigarettes, TORIC ROBERTS "I ain't dropping nothing doc, I believe in my freedom of speech, and ain't no way the federation going to take that away from me!" Tay finishes her nursing skills on Sikh's wound,as the Professor confronts Toric, in the background, PROFESSOR JOHNS (O.S.) " I am Federation representation for this mission and I am suppose to be here, you my friend are civilian...and the only reason you are here is cause I allowed it so! TAY DONNELLY "Somebody else made the trip to see you, and may I add, has been very patiently waiting her turn." Sikh looks away and spots Young Lucy sitting patiently on the short stoop watching her father with an eager smile. TORIC ROBERTS (O.S.) "Sikh is my brother, who the hell do you think you are thinking you can stop me from welcoming him home, Come on Doc, The Federation has clogged your arteries with lies and selfishness." PROFESSOR JOHNS (O.S.) "Don't push it Toric, cause I will win." Sikh dashed towards her, swooping her up into his arms and spinning around in a loving, playful embrace. Tay can't help but to watch them and smile proudly, Toric and the Professor quit arguing as they notice the reunion of a father and daughter. SIKH ROBERTS "Lucy, you are a site for sore eyes, maybe not so little anymore...how's my darling princess doing!" YOUNG LUCY "You were gone too long daddy, I don't want you to go anymore." Tay walks up and tickles Lucy's chin, TAY DONNELLY "Don't worry baby, mommy will keep daddy grounded for at least the next six months." Sikh puts his arm around Tay's shoulder and has Lucy in his other, They walk away towards a modern federation mini van parked on the other side of the dirty country road. SIKH ROBERTS "Grounded for six months, can she do that to me?" YOUNG LUCY "Supply and demand daddy!" Sikh laughs repeating the quote of the day, SIKH ROBERTS "Supply and demand huh." Sandra looks over at the tow truck parked at the edge of the field,and it's crew of TOMMY LITTLE and JAKE RODMEN who anxiously waiting for the end of this home coming. She shouts out to them, SANDRA YOUNG "Bay 9...note that they'll need to have a look at her tiles...and let's not damage her any more than she already is!" They wave acknowledging Sandra's orders. Sikh turns back, SIKH ROBERTS "Oh, hey, guys take Cutter's road around, I landed with her beak in the river...sorry." Jake just about to get into his truck, JAKE "Well at least you kept most of her on dry land this time!" Sikh chuckles to himself, resuming his path to the mini van. The Professor sitting in Sandra's car, watches Toric drive up, He raises his hand just shy of a friendly wave, as he creeps up slowly around the idle car. Toric just stares with a cigarette hanging from his mouth. FADE OUT. EXT. RIVER'S EDGE / LANDING POD On the nose cap of Sikh's shuttle POD, the marks and dents are very noticeable, as is a small particle of a rock like substance embedded in one of the dents. The nose is partially submerged in the muddy waters of the river. Suddenly the alien debris becomes unlocked and falls into the river's water below. CUT TO: I/E. RIVER WATER / UNDER The unusual piece of scrap debris sinks into the dark water, it begins to release a multitude of tiny air bubbles, rapidly dispersed and continuous, it finally comes to rest on the muddy bottom. FADE TO BLACK. TITLE SCREEN: STRATUS BORQ CUT TO: EXT. LARGE COMMUNITY COLLEGE / 68 HOURS LATER Random college students enter and exit the front door of a large college facility. A soccer ball is punted up against the front college sign "Middletown College Est. 2001". A young soccer player retrieves the ball and throws it back from which it came. Small groups are gathered in conversation in the school's court yard, sharing stories, laughing, flirting, going over notes from their previous class. The soccer team is practicing various drills as a young woman and a young man share a romantic kiss on the bleachers. As the sounds of the busy college continue, we are tracking along the rich deep green grass until we come to the bare foot of a young female student, tossing her flip flop about with the wiggle of her toes, A young female student is listening to an I-Pod while reading under a thin tree, a stack of books, biological studies in nature and a chemistry notebook, sit next to her on her left and a plastic lunch bag partially opened sits to her right. She is AMANDA MARTIN, a sharp, grade driven student, more interested in her studies than the social activities around her. THWACK!!... the end of a fresh tree twig snaps a couple inches from AMANDA'S head startling her out of her reverie. She turns looking up to see her friend sporting a modern grunge style of fashion, a little of the wall from what we have seen within the student body, she is helplessly giggling away. KATIE MOORE looks down at her casually, and proud to have achieved a reaction she got from Amanda, tosses the twig aside. KATIE MOORE "Amanda, Amanda, Amanda, this reading of books while on lunch is going to rot your mind and leave you socially inadequate" Katie plops herself next to her flustered friend who is now shaking her head in disbelief. AMANDA MARTIN "Do you not understand the concept of having to study once in a while...and you...you're one to talk about being socially inadequate...dressing like that." Katie reaches across in front of Amanda and helps herself to one half of Amanda's sandwich, She takes a bite, KATIE MOORE "If I really cared what people thought about my fashion statement, I'd have gone to Brownstone, but I'm only here to bug you...crawl into that stuffed melon of yours and keep you from making any disastrous decisions that are best left for me to make!" AMANDA MARTIN (sarcastic) "And I so love you for that." Katie looks through the stack of books next to Amanda, KATIE MOORE "So?...we on for Dayo's mid term relief party tonight?" Amanda closes her book, with a helpless sigh, AMANDA MARTIN "Come on Kat, I have two papers due and a test on Tuesday, ...I can't, not this weekend anyway." KATIE MOORE "You can't do this to me Amanda...You have to go!" AMANDA MARTIN "I'm just..." Katie quickly interrupts, KATIE MOORE "I..I..I nothing girlfriend! Blake is going to be there, and may I add that Blake is now single, the way I see it, you owe me for that whole Buddy Williams episode in your junior year, and if you don't go, I don't go, and thus... Blake will surely lose interest in me and probably hook up with one of them floozies from Betty Cocker's kitchen studies. Which would surely crush my spirit and possibly break my heart...again!..Is this what you want to do to me?...deprive me of romance...love...the hope of male companionship!" Katie makes a pathetic pity look, her bottom lip protruding forward, Amanda looks defeated, AMANDA MARTIN "For heaven sake Kat!" Katie resumes her battle, KATIE MOORE "I put so much effort in getting his attention long enough to have him get to know the real me, beyond the look, the tough exterior, the person I am inside, and you're going to blow it all off for what?...a weekend of brain bulking...come on!" Amanda titters and reluctantly begins to pack away her stuff, snatching the chemistry book from the hands of a pathetic looking Katie, AMANDA MARTIN "FINE!...I'll go...Lord knows I don't need you holding me to blame for another failed relationship, I don't think I could handle it." She looks down at her watch, a delicate golden piece reading eleven twenty three. AMANDA MARTIN "I'll pick you up at your mom's... shortly after seven?" She looks back up and over, Katie is gone, She spots her dancing away in front of her. Katie twists back,and exclaims, KATIE MOORE "Oh, and wear something sexy!" Amanda shaking her head in amusement as her friend dances about in the soccer field...stealing the ball from the boys and kicking it away...holding her arms upright like she scored. The boys upset with her begin to advance towards her until she raises her fist, ready. They wave her off and turn away. Amanda gets up and heads towards the school. CUT TO: INT. BIOLOGY CLASSROOM / LATER An obscurely lit classroom, a slide presentation is being viewed by the students. Professor Johns in a well fitted suit, slowly paces crosswise in front of the classroom. The faces of the students are fixed on the giant white screen at the front of the class. SLIDE 1: -A red ant with a fruiting parasite protruding from its neck. PROFESSOR JOHNS (O.S.) "Entomopathogenic fungi are not the only parasites that can modify the behavior of their hosts. Just as remarkable is the enantiomorphic hairworm..." The professor raises a small remote control...directs it and pushes the button, SLIDE 2: -A close up of a large parasite. KATHERINE WOODS looking up at the slide covers her eyes in disgust and groans unpretentiously. Sitting next to her is PATTY CHARLOTTE who giggles unaffected as she doodles a sketch of a cartoon portrayal of their professor, PROFESSOR JOHNS (O.S.) "...also known as the horsehair worm or to some...the gordian worm, because of its resemblance to a particular knot created by the Phrygian king Gordius. According to ancient myth, Gordius used his knot to tie his chariot to a pole, and declared that whomever could untie it would rule all of Asia." The Professor skips to the next slide, looking up at the classroom clock, two fifty six. PROFESSOR JOHNS "The young gordian worm infests land-living arthropods...such as grasshoppers, locusts and our ever so popular beetle, however, the adult is a free-living aquatic species which looks to reproduce in water." PROFESSOR JOHNS switches on a large monitor, and shuts off the slide projector, A video is turned on, showcasing a large black cricket. He continues to saunter between an isle of students, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Inside the host, the microscopic larvae feed on surrounding tissue, and develop into this long worm which can reach up to 4 times the length of its host, It will remain within the body cavity of the host as a long, coiled mass." VIDEO 1: -The black cricket jumps rapidly into a body of water, after drowning, a large worm emerges from the face of the cricket and swims away leaving the dead cricket. PROFESSOR JOHNS (O.S.) "...After metamorphosing, the adult worm induces its host...brainwashes it and makes the host leave its terrestrial habitat, and commit suicide by jumping into a body of water and drowning itself, so that the worm can now emerge." Another unpretentious groan from the students. Professor Johns flicks the lights on. A student leans towards his buddy. BLAKE JOHNS (whispers) "Insecticidal suicide...kind of like the sound of that!" BLAKE JOHNS, a young good looking male student with shortened blonde hair, an earring and his choice of rock jersey sets him apart from the others in the class, yet he has a unique resemblance to our Professor. Professor Johns overhears Blake's comment. PROFESSOR JOHNS "I should hope you will utilize this information in a more meaningful manner Mr. Johns." BLAKE rolls his eyes and mutters something to his friend. The Professor continues, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Maybe a three page essay recounting the fruiting process will help the class retain this information...due on Wednesday." The class groans and Blake now looks frustrated...slamming his book closed and peering up at the Professor who is just about to speak when, The bell rings. All the students begin to gather their notes and begin to mutter amongst themselves. The Professor raises a new friendly voice above all the commotion...still looking at Blake with a look of disappointment. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Let's not forget those of you who have yet to pay your lab fees, next week people!...Have a good weekend!" The classroom disperses towards the door. The Professor catches up with Blake as he is about to pass his desk, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Mr. Johns...a word if don't mind, privately." Blake removes himself from the cluster of students making their way out of the classroom, and approaches his teacher's desk. The Professor patiently waits for the class to empty before speaking, PROFESSOR JOHNS "disrupting my classroom with your need to crack jokes is something I think we can do without, Some of my students are here to learn...even if you are not." BLAKE JOHNS "Dad, I am not cracking jokes in your class alone, If that makes you feel any better, I do it in all my classes, and as you also know, my grades are pretty dam good, Sometimes a few wise cracks can help us remember what it is we are trying to learn, humor dad, maybe you could try it sometime...ever since mom left, I think you forgot all about what it is to live with a little understanding of the lighter side of things!...and you treat me as though I'm the one who has a problem!" Blake storms away as the Professor is left standing speechless. DAYO BACCUS an exchange student is standing at the door waiting for Blake, he smiles at the teacher sympathetically as Blake walks by, and quickly follows him. CUT TO: INT. SCHOOL HALL / CROWDED Blake still rather upset nudges his way apologetically through the masses. Dayo fumbles through to keep up with his disgruntled friend, BLAKE JOHNS "He's the reason I hate biology!" A locker door is closed revealing Dayo and Blake walking through another hallway. There are students everywhere, all socializing and gathering books. A football is tossed, a girl is talking to her boyfriend, small groups bid good bye to each other and head off down the chaotic hall. Dayo is now walking beside Blake, DAYO "Got to let it go dude, we were bound to get that essay whether you said what you said or not." Dayo in his torn denim jeans and tight fitting Tee stops to address a few young ladies along the wall of lockers, Blake stops and waits with a sigh, DAYO "A plague of misery has befallen us. We, the chosen people of Middletown are shackled in bondage...school, But alas, Our sense of hope is not yet gone. We have nothing more worthwhile to achieve than our attendance, tonight at the best damn party this hick town has ever bare witness! . . ." The barbarian impersonator passes a paper flier. The girls look excited and assure the messenger they would attend. He thanks them with a mocking bow, and continues with Blake up the hall, the same group of girls checking them out as they walk away, BLAKE JOHNS "Dude, you can deep six the fliers, I think everyone and their uncle knows about the party tonight." DAYO "I paid a whole quarter for each replication buddy, I got to make sure, you know...get my money's worth!" Dayo stops a young nerdy looking kid in the hall. RYAN NICKELS, in his striped polo shirt and cargo pants, has his dark rimmed glasses hanging low on the tip of his nose. DAYO "Hey, Brian...right?" The young nerd acknowledges Dayo as he pushes his glasses back up to his face and looks rather skittish. RYAN "Umm, Ryan, Ryan Nickels" DAYO "Cool, Brian, my man, I need a big favor, I need you to take these fliers and pass them out to anyone who is willing to take one, think you can handle that for me buddy?" The boy nervously nods yes and takes the small stack of papers from Dayo. DAYO "Awesome, I owe you one Brian!" Dayo and Blake continue down the hall as the boy stands there with the stack of papers, watching them exit. He mumbles, RYAN "It's Ryan..." Ryan takes a deep breath and turns and offers one to the first passing student who quickly knocks them out of his hand, the papers fly and spread out all over the floor. The boy sighs, rolls his eyes and ducks down as he begins to pick them up, a few other students passing by, step on the papers, one will even kick a sheet across the hall away from Ryan. FADE TO BLACK. EXT. FRONT LOT OF COLLEGE / DAY An ant makes its way along the railing slowly, disappears from view just as Blake and Dayo exit the school and are in the middle of a friendly conversation, BLAKE JOHNS "...and I could not pop that son of a bitch out of there!" DAYO " There is a trick to it, Back home we had elders who would teach us various tricks to succeed in various tasks, I learned so much, they kicked my ass out of the country and into your American schools." BLAKE JOHNS "Well, the old man wasn't impressed, his only offspring is not a "biological propensity," and would rather tear apart an electric turbine than an arthropod...I don't even know why I decided to take his class." DAYO "Arthropods are animals belonging to the Phylum Arthropoda, which together mean "jointed feet" and include many insects, arachnids, crustaceans and others...dude biology is not that boring, I think you just resent the fact that your father teaches it." Blake swings his back pack to the other shoulder now, trying to contain his laughter at his friend, DAYO "And as it is, it is not your strongest subject, so be it, do not pretend to be something you are not, your father will not hold it against you, trust me." BLAKE JOHNS "You have no idea how important it is to my father that I follow in his footsteps...It has been his dream to have a son to continue his legacy in biological engineering...anything else just doesn't matter." DAYO "What you believe about your father's dream may be true, however, He is an intelligent man, I am certain he has accepted the fact that you are your own person and have your own interest, do not underestimate the power of being an individual, in my country, for most, individuality means not having to share toilet paper!" Blake laughs, BLAKE JOHNS "Dude, that's just not right... But thanks for the additional Psychology tutoring." DAYO "Anytime my friend, You will receive my bill via Federation Collections...sometime next Tuesday." Blake playfully slugs Dayo in the arm, He laughs as Dayo makes like his arm is broken, they make their way up the sidewalk, As they walk away the topic is changed as they talk about DAYO'S party plans. BLAKE JOHNS "I want you to meet this girl tonight, We hit it off last week in the cafeteria, she's...a bit off the wall but...she's really a lot like myself." DAYO "I will meet this new love interest of yours, just don't forget the kegs!" BLAKE JOHNS "I will not forget the kegs!...relax dude." FADE TO: INT. KATIE MOORE'S HOME / LATER Katie saunters in through the front door, she tosses her school bag down on the floor and peeks into living room. CUT TO: INT. LIVING ROOM / DAY Katie's mother is on the edge of the sofa, her appearance is not quite what you would expect for late afternoon, her hair in rollers, a beat up old robe and smoking a cigarette in dire need of butting. She is fixed on a news broadcast on the television. The news is reporting an outbreak of an unknown illness in Chatham. MRS. MOORE turns and acknowledges her daughter's presence...the report is heard in the background NEWS REPORTER (O.S.) "Newly elected Mayor Peterson has not issued any statements regarding the outbreak but is expected to meet with Health Officials this weekend, The Federation has been notified and Chatham has been placed under a light quarantine order until officials can identify the cause of the illness." MRS. MOORE "Hello dear, there's some lunch meat in the fridge if you want a snack,..." Katie smiles, and nods towards her mother's cigarette, KATIE MOORE "You may want to be more careful with that thing mom, I kind of enjoy living in this old house and really don't want to have to move cause you decided to burn it down!" Katie's mother takes heed of her ash, cupping her hand beneath it. MRS. MOORE "Oops!" She puts out the cigarette into an over flowing ashtray. NEWS REPORTER (O.S.) "There is no immediate threat to males, strangely enough the illness has only effected woman, twenty seven cases have been reported, doctors are baffled, symptoms include loss of appetite, vomiting and bloating, bleeding and swollen neck..." MRS. MOORE "I can't believe Chatham is under another quarantine order, that's three in the last two years, they are just forty minutes down the road and we have yet to even get the flu around here, I tell you, we moved to the right town!" CUT TO: INT. HALLWAY / DAY Katie looking aloof continues down the hall towards the kitchen. She shouts back, KATIE MOORE "Chatham is one of the biggest polluters in the area, it's no wonder they conjure up every god forbidden illness known to man... " CUT TO: INT. KITCHEN / DAY KATIE selects her I-pod from her front pocket, also removing a detention slip, she tosses the slip onto a counter cluttered with personal keys, a watch, change wallet, and some unopened mail. As she begins to listen to her music, KATIE MOORE (shouts out) "I'm going out ma, hanging out with Amanda tonight at Dayo's mid term bash...it's just down the road actually" MRS. MOORE (O.S.) "Katie, you behave out there tonight, especially if you're planning on drinking, I don't need the sheriff back on my doorstep!" KATIE turns up the volume on the I pod,inserting the ear pieces properly as she replies back to her mother in a sarcastic loud mannerism, KATIE MOORE "Of course ma...what trouble can we possibly get into here in Middletown on a Friday night...unless we head to Jefferson's Farm and tip a few of them dizzy cows..." She then mutters to herself, KATIE MOORE "I did that last week end!" MRS. MOORE (O.S.) "Don't even joke about that, the police are still looking for some kids who did that last weekend!" KATIE starts to flitter about, she walks up to the refrigerator and looks inside, P. O. V.- INSIDE REFRIGERATOR: KATIE searches the racks, notices the baloney and grabs it, then reaches for the butter container...she closes door. CUT TO: INT. KITCHEN KATIE proceeds to the counter, splashes her ingredients onto the counter and begins to make her sandwich. KATIE MOORE (singing the lyrics of a strange new song) KATIE reaches into cupboard and pulls out a large glass, she returns back to the refrigerator, looking for something to drink, retrieving nothing, she will settle with water as she moves to the sink. INT. KITCHEN / SINK Katie turns on the kitchen faucet. The water runs for a few seconds, Katie places her finger under the flow to make sure it is cool, then fills the glass. The glass is topped and she turns the faucet off. CUT TO: INT. KATIE'S ROOM / DAY Katie dances into her room with her sandwich hanging from her mouth, still humming her song playing on her I-pod. The room like KATIE is decorated in grunge like manner, Gothic, dark and music posters everywhere. Sets her glass of water on the dresser...next to a set of brass knuckles, The water swirls back and forth as she dances to the closet. Closet door is pulled open, Katie starts to search through various outfits, she chooses two and holds them up, they are two very sexy outfits, one red one, one black one, she deliberates. She selects her outfit and lays it out on the bed, KATIE MOORE (O.S.) "Never go wrong with something black!" Katie heading into a personal bathroom removes her top, her bare back exposes a stunning tattoo, the door to the bathroom is left open. The sound of the shower turned on. A glimpse of her jeans being tossed upon the floor. Standing in front of a vanity unit, she wiggles her toes leaning back and forth from her toes to her heels, humming, she is brushing her teeth, she finishes with a full spit into the sink, looking into the mirror she wipes her lips and smiles, turns and steps into the shower, a few drips drop from the faucet. DISSOLVE TO: INT. AMANDA'S HOME / DAY Amanda and her father are washing up dishes, her father washing, she is drying, they stand together at the kitchen sink. AMANDA MARTIN (shocked) "I don't believe you!" MR. MARTIN "It's true, I wouldn't lie to you, I was just a little older than you are now I suppose," Amanda wipes the freshly washed dish her father hands her. AMANDA MARTIN "I can't believe you only had to pay a buck for a litre of gas, At those prices I'd be travelling all over the country!" MR. MARTIN smiles, a wet glass is set in front of AMANDA, the suds roll down the exterior of the glass onto a towel laid out on the counter. MR. MARTIN (O.S.) "Well, that was a few years ago, before renewable fuel cells, thank God the Federation mandated the new auto industry standards." The sudden sound of broken glass, MR. Martin curses. His hand is cut, a drop of blood into the soapy dish water. MR. MARTIN "Nuts!..I'm OK, I never liked that glass anyway, it was a wedding gift from your Aunt Ugly..." MR. Martin applies pressure to his hand and hands Amanda the dish cloth...smiling sarcastically, AMANDA MARTIN "Dad!...Aunt Erma is not ugly!" Amanda whips him with her towel, MR. MARTIN "I'll finish these up later, I know you have plans and are running late, go on, get ready." Amanda looks concerned over her father's wound, AMANDA MARTIN "Are you sure your OK, you sure you don't need stitches or something, I don't want to come home and find out that you've bled to death." MR. Martin laughs, and begins to head out of the room, MR. MARTIN (sarcastically) "I'm not going to bleed out bozo, go on get out there and enjoy your evening, and try 'not' to get home at a reasonable hour." Amanda folds up her drying towel and places it on the counter, she speaks loudly to ensure her father can hear her from the other room, AMANDA MARTIN "Ha Ha...I'm hoping for a quick exit tonight, I have a lot of school work to attack this weekend." MR. MARTIN (O.S.) "You need a night out, you've done well with your studies, trust me, a night of stress free fun is going to refresh you better than a chic flick and a bowl of popcorn..." Amanda goes to exit the room, her father now bandaged up steps in front of her in the doorway, AMANDA MARTIN "But I like popcorn!" Her father smiles, MR. MARTIN "Go, have fun, behave and if you need me, call." AMANDA MARTIN "I'm going, I'm going, geez, you're just as bad as Katie!" MR. MARTIN " Katie Moore?" AMANDA MARTIN "Yes, you've met her here before." MR. MARTIN "Yes, yes I remember, strange duck isn't she?" AMANDA MARTIN "Maybe a little, She's everything I'm not, I think that's why we seem to get along...bye daddy!" AMANDA leans up and kisses her father on the cheek. FADE TO: EXT. LARGE ESTATE / NIGHT The enormous estate is surrounded by an array of extravagant trees and is fully landscaped, there are animated students everywhere. They are enjoying the start of a very hip party as small groups arrive in droves. TWO PARTY GIRLS approach up the sidewalk, PARTY GIRL #1 "You only wish Tommy!" PARTY GIRL #2 "Oh my God I can't believe he said that!" The girls giggle as they pass through our P. O. V. A group of guys are talking on the front step passing around a joint, the girls pass them entering the house, the guys are all fixed on getting their attention as they howl and whistle. A conglomeration of shots of students hanging out and drinking, playing party games and enjoying themselves. CHUCK is funneling a large amount of beer, being poured down his throat as three friends pour large cans of beer into the funnel, he finishes, wipes his face and shouts out to the cheering crowd, CHUCK "This is freakin awesome!" Chuck suddenly looks faint and falls backward as a few of the guest gasp in delight. CHUCK (O.S.) "Somebody stop this ride, I need off." We track the legs of two woman walking in stride up the sidewalk, KATIE MOORE (O.C.) "Now the rules are simple," Katie and Amanda approach the house. KATIE MOORE "...No books, no television, no school talk what's so ever...just drink and try to have some fun." AMANDA MARTIN (quickly interrupts,stopping in her tracks) "Don't you worry about me, just make some headway with Blake so I don't feel like I totally wasted my time..for poor pathetic you!" Katie grabs Amanda's hand and pulls her towards the house. KATIE MOORE "Come on!" CUT TO: INT. LARGE ESTATE / FRONT ENTRY The large front door swings open as the two girls enter. The same guys are behind them checking them out. Katie whispers, KATIE MOORE "You may even try unbuttoning that top button," Amanda rolls her eyes and follows her in. CUT TO: INT. LARGE ESTATE / FRONT ROOM Katie is panning the busy room, Amanda looks a little out of place. Katie looking over the room suddenly gets a grin across her face, she has spotted Blake standing over next to the kegs of beer, chatting with a few male buddies. KATIE MOORE "I think we need to get a drink." Resume on Blake laughing with his friends. KATIE MOORE "I am going to have a draft, care to join me over at the keg?" AMANDA MARTIN "Just go and talk to him, I'll grab a spot on that sofa and...have some of that fun you so highly recommend." KATIE MOORE "On the sofa?...Amanda!...(laughs), seriously, If I come back here and find you sober...I'll..." AMANDA MARTIN "Go already!" Katie looks back towards the boys at the keg and smiles, turning back quickly mouthing a friendly threat to loosen up, as she heads towards Blake. Blake looks in her direction and smiles, One of Blake's friends, SIMON, chuckles at her Gothic/punk like appearance, SIMON "Wow, There's something you don't see everyday, you want to borrow a wooden stake?" Blake smirks and pushes him away, Simon exits just as she arrives. BLAKE JOHNS "Katie, You look...stunning, I'm glad you showed up." Blake bends and pours her a drink from the keg, Katie can't help but to enjoy the view, KATIE MOORE "Well, It was either this or cow tipping, I thought I'd much rather tip back a beer." BLAKE JOHNS "I'm with you there." Blake and Katie smile as they are caught in a moment of shyness, Katie nervously takes a drink from her cup, just as the arrival of Chuck has him bumping clumsily into Katie, causing her to spill some of her drink onto herself, he is super apologetic. Katie tries hard to control her eagerness to thump him out, for the sake of Blake, KATIE MOORE "Really Chuck, I'm fine, In a few hours I'll be spilling my own drinks, trust me." CHUCK "You sure, well at least allow me to pour you a new one" Chuck stumbles about trying to work the tap on the keg, Blake takes this opportunity to lean over and whisper, BLAKE JOHNS "While he tries to figure out the tap, let's go in the kitchen and grab a towel." KATIE MOORE "My hero." They escape as the drunken Chuck continues to be flustered over his non ability to work the tap. CUT TO: INT. LARGE ESTATE / FRONT ROOM Amanda is sitting alone on the sofa as the party continues around her. The guests are dancing to music, and cheering yet another funnel attempt, and mingling around with friends. A drink is extended out from behind Amanda, she looks around to see Dayo, a drink of his own in his other hand. DAYO "Why is it that the most exquisite girl here is the only one not enjoying the party." Amanda smiles and takes the drink, Dayo climbs over the top of his sofa and sits down beside her. AMANDA MARTIN "Dayo, you know I'm not into this party stuff, I'm only here as a favor for my friend." Taking a drink from her glass, she winces, AMANDA MARTIN "My God what the hell is that!" DAYO "It's my own signature American cocktail, a social cocktail, I call it the Face-look, ...cause of the look on your face when you drink it." Amanda sets her drink on the table, and joins in on the play with Dayo. AMANDA MARTIN "Well, I believe you have too many applications added...it kinda lags in taste!" Amanda turns towards Dayo who is smelling his drink. DAYO "Good connection with the aroma however." They exchange laughter, AMANDA MARTIN "So...are you ready for Mrs. Pyknic's Chemistry test on Tuesday?" DAYO "Whoa, halt, cease!...no school talk tonight, I'll have to ticket you for an 834!" Amanda laughs, AMANDA MARTIN "And just what is a 834?" DAYO "An 834?...that is...well, I really have no idea what an 834 is, but it can't be good...Look all I know is that everyone must be having a good time, and setting all school issues aside." AMANDA MARTIN "I'm having a good time, honestly, you have a great place here, very comfortable, and if the host would just supply me with a glass of water with a slice of lemon in it...I think you may have, in my books, hosted one of the best parties in Middletown in recent history." Dayo smirks, DAYO "I'll acquire this beverage for you...this Arctic Lemon Twist...that's a very marketable brand name...we'll make millions!" AMANDA MARTIN "If you say so" Dayo launches himself up and over the edge of the sofa. Amanda is left laughing, and looking about the room...as she notices that nobody is looking her way, she quickly and shyly unbuttons her top button of her outfit. CUT TO: INT. LARGE ESTATE / KITCHEN A dirty frying pan surrounded by a cluster of partial booze bottles, a plate of sliced lemon and lime. A bottle of wine sits in a vat of ice foreshadowing the kitchen door, Dayo walks in. It's a large kitchen, Katie stands talking with Blake in the corner of the room. Chuck is passed out on the floor, someone is drawing on his face. Dayo notices the artwork being done on Chuck and laughs. DAYO "Tribal war paint...how fitting!" He carefully steps over Chuck and nods to the young prankster painting up Chuck's face. BLAKE JOHNS "He walked in and just...passed out, not before spilling Katie's drink a little earlier." DAYO "Blake, my friend, you wouldn't believe the work it takes to ensure this thing goes according to design." KATIE MOORE "I think you've done a wonderful job." BLAKE JOHNS "Dayo Baccus, this is Katie Moore." DAYO "Ah yes, Blake has mentioned you, glad to meet your acquaintance." KATIE MOORE "He's talked to you about me has he?" Katie looks over at Blake with a seducing smile, Dayo busy getting a glass of water from the tap, DAYO (O.S.) "Several times...." Dayo looking over, winks and smiles, Blake looks embarrassed, BLAKE JOHNS "Cut it out!" Katie notices what Dayo is preparing, KATIE MOORE "Water with a slice of lemon?" Dayo drops a slice of lemon in the glass, DAYO "Yes, I call it an Arctic Lemon Twist...care to try one?" KATIE MOORE "No thanks anyway, but my friend Amanda would, that's all she ever drinks." DAYO "Yes, this is for her, she's in my chemistry class you know...smart girl...pretty too!...Have fun guys." Dayo scampers back out of the room as Blake and Katie resume their conversation, KATIE MOORE "So, Blake Johns, you've been talking about me have you?" Blake smiles and begins to pour himself another drink, BLAKE JOHNS "Dayo is a man of many talents including causing shit." KATIE MOORE "Sounds like a great guy." BLAKE JOHNS "My best friend." Katie pushes some bottles aside and sits up on the kitchen counter, KATIE MOORE "So, I hear you are single, and I really haven't anything planned this weekend..." Blake interrupts, BLAKE JOHNS "Are you asking me out?" Katie looks into Blake's eyes, very seductively, KATIE MOORE "And if I were, what would you say?" Blake smiles. FADE OUT. INT. FEDERATION MISSION BASE / NIGHT A large warehouse, Sikh's pod is parked in an open area with various parts removed and being inspected by men in white hazardous material suits. A door with the words "Ontario Room". CUT TO: INT. ONTARIO ROOM / FEDERATION MISSION BASE Sikh sits before a panel of military officials, The tension is felt just with the expression on his face, and the faces of the three men across from him. An armed guard stands by a side door. SIKH ROBERTS "I really think we need to further investigate this, It has been three days and all in all it is just too consequential to be unrelated." One of the men, a FEDERATION REPRESENTATIVE sitting in the centre of the three speaks up. FEDERATION REPRESENTATIVE "The nature of this investigation is to remain quiet and on a need to know basis only, I don't want this too get out to the general population... unless we are 100% on our findings. Mr. Roberts, you understand the severity of the situation and the consequences?" Sikh gathers up his papers and stands before them, SIKH ROBERTS "Sir, If I am correct on this, we won't have to worry about the consequences." The officials look at each other, and then back at Sikh, FEDERATION REPRESENTATIVE "If you are correct Mr. Roberts, we may already facing the consequences." Sikh looks suddenly helpless, SIKH ROBERTS "We have a light quarantine already, I highly suggest raising it too red level five!" FEDERATION REPRESENTATIVE "We cannot go to red level five without raising a few eye brows at global headquarters, I'm sorry, We need to deal with this at a local level." SIKH ROBERTS "For the record, I think the global federation should be involved, I don't think we can handle this alone!" FEDERATION REPRESENTATIVE "Our decision is final Captain." Sikh stares in contempt at the officials then rather angrily salutes and turns to the door and marches out. CUT TO: INT. FEDERATION MISSION BASE Sikh stands just beyond the Ontario room door and flips open a small communications device, staring off towards his pod as the men continue to dissect it. SIKH ROBERTS "zero nine..." Sikh stares at the nose of his pod...a number of tiny dents and burn marks. SIKH ROBERTS "Hey, I need you to meet me outside the base in ten minutes...or less!" A short pause as Sikh's eyes glance around aimlessly, SIKH ROBERTS "Kay." He closes the device once again staring off towards the pod's nose, pockets his device and exits. FADE OUT TO: EXT. FEDERATION BASE / NIGHT A cigarette is being lit, Sikh's face begins to be illuminated with the headlights of an approaching vehicle. Sikh inhales deeply, slowly exhales. The jeep stops in front of him, Toric is looking out his side window. TORIC ROBERTS "Why is it that you only ever call when you need me to pick you up from somewhere." Sikh silently walks around the front of the jeep and enters the passenger side door. CUT TO: I/E. JEEP / NIGHT / CONT. Inside the jeep Sikh looks over at Toric with a involved look of pending trouble. SIKH ROBERTS "I think we are in one hell of a pickle bro. ... I only hope it's not too late." TORIC ROBERTS "Maybe you want to put me in the loop, on what's going on?" Sikh tosses his cigarette out the window and looks at his watch as it reads 9:03 pm. SIKH ROBERTS (O.S.) "On the way...We need to get to Chatham...tonight." Toric starts up his jeep and puts into drive...still staring at Sikh. CUT TO: EXT. JEEP / NIGHT / CONT. The jeep races out from within the front of the building and back up the road. CUT TO: I/E. JEEP / NIGHT / CONT. Toric glances over at Sikh who is transfixed on the road ahead of them, deep in thought. TORIC ROBERTS "So?...Do I need to play twenty questions on this or what?" Sikh remains focused ahead, SIKH ROBERTS "5 hours ago, we had 27 cases of an undefined illness among woman of all ages, I just got word twenty minutes ago, that number is now over 300...General Hospital is a state of chaos and at full capacity, and to make matters worse...they want to start sending new cases to the York Medical Facilities in Beaumont." Toric looks confused. TORIC ROBERTS "Is it a virus?" SIKH ROBERTS "It's not your typical virus...in fact, it may not even be a virus." TORIC ROBERTS "I don't follow?" SIKH ROBERTS "I believe it is a living spore, quite possibly remnants of what ever went wrong on NARA 3...brought down on the nose of my pod...to the best of our knowledge, it needs a female host to mature." Sikh looks back at a nervous Toric, who is now lighting up a cigarette, SIKH ROBERTS "I thought you quit?" TORIC ROBERTS "I did." SIKH ROBERTS "Chatham is under quarantine orders from the Federation which prevents them from pushing patients into Beaumont, however, If we can't find a way of eliminating it before it becomes an epidemic, the federation may have no choice than to issue a block zone." TORIC ROBERTS "What is a block zone?" SIKH ROBERTS "Complete containment, nobody in...nobody out, until whatever it is, is gone." Toric continues to quickly smoke down his cigarette, TORIC ROBERTS "Chatham has a population of nearly sixty thousand, how could they..." Toric cuts himself off in awe, shaking his head, TORIC ROBERTS "Always knew the Federation was going to be our downfall, should have kept the old political system in place, at least we knew who to blame when shit hit the fan." Toric looks over at Sikh who holds a clenched fist up to his forehead, eyes closed. TORIC ROBERTS "How do you reckon these people got infected? Sikh leans back, chin up, SIKH ROBERTS "My guess is the water, Balking's water treatment station is just down river of where I landed the pod, If the spore did hitch a ride down on the pod and ended up in the river, it somehow survived not only the extreme heat of re-entry, but the chemicals and filtration systems failed to kill it as well." TORIC ROBERTS "I've done work at that plant Sikh, Did you know Balking's also supplies Middletown!..it's re routed back, takes a little longer to reach us, but it's..." SIKH ROBERTS "You've got to be kidding me, I forgot all about that!...I Need to cut the water supply, how can we do that?" TORIC ROBERTS "Impossible, once the water is re routed back here... it's here...you could dig up the main line and block it, but that would take a few days...time we probably at this point don't have." Sikh suddenly expresses a sense of urgency, SIKH ROBERTS "I have to warn the girls!" Sikh pulls out his communication's device, nervously fumbling to get it open, SIKH ROBERTS "zero three" As Sikh anxiously awaits for the ring of the phone, Toric pulls out his device, TORIC ROBERTS "I'll get Frank to sound the alarm and post a media alert..." Sikh nods his head still listening to the phone ring, SIKH ROBERTS "So much for keeping things quiet." CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / NIGHT An elegant well kept home ,dimly lit, a light shines brighter in a room down the darkened hall...the phone rings four or five times, another sound can be heard from the room down the hall, the sound of a music box dancer chiming. CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / BEDROOM The distant sound of the phone continues, Lucy is tucked in her bed while Tay is next to her, a musical globe held in front of Lucy's face, watching it in amazement. YOUNG LUCY "telephone's ringing mom!" TAY DONNELLY "It's OK, they will call back, but now it's bedtime for you Miss Lucy, We'll see you in the morning..." Tay kisses Lucy on the forehead and gently smooths out the blanket around her, YOUNG LUCY "Mom, I'm thirsty!" Lucy looks tired but has a devilish smile, TAY DONNELLY "OK, I'll bring you back a drink of water, then it's lights out silly." Tay exits towards the door...the phone stops ringing, Tay turns back from the doorway and dims the room light with a dimmer switch, TAY DONNELLY "I'll be right back with your drink." CUT TO: I/E. JEEP / NIGHT / CONT. Sikh slams the communication's device closed, and looks over at Toric. SIKH ROBERTS "Not picking up, get me there fast!" Toric nods as he continues to talk on his device, TORIC ROBERTS "you have to trust me on this Frank, Just do it, I'll assume all responsibility, don't worry, Have I ever misled you before?.....Kay, Thanks Frank, We'll head over as soon as we can...don't drink the water!" He snaps closed his device and looks over at Sikh who looks worried. CUT TO: EXT. JEEP / NIGHT / CONT. The jeep wheels around a city corner, tires squeal. CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / HALLWAY Tay exits the bedroom and is heading up the hall. CUT TO: EXT. JEEP / NIGHT / CONT. The jeep roars past through a desolate neighborhood. CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / KITCHEN Tay enters the kitchen and opens a cupboard door taking out a small juice cup. CUT TO: EXT. JEEP / NIGHT / CONT. The speeding jeep races up yet another desolate street...and squeals around another intersection...startling another car who was just about to advance through. CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / KITCHEN Tay turns on the tap and begins to fill the cup, turns off the tap. CUT TO: INT. JEEP / NIGHT / CONT. Our P. O. V. - From the rear seat out the front windshield as the jeep races around another corner...two teens are on the road and are startled as they dive out of the way. CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / KITCHEN Tay is walking out of the kitchen with a cup of water. CUT TO: EXT. SIKH'S HOME / DRIVEWAY The jeep flies up to the house, Sikh jumps out the side and runs to the house, CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / HALLWAY Tay is walking back up the hallway with the cup of water and disappears into the bedroom. CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / FRONT DOOR Sikh comes rushing in, he looks around and sees the light coming from the bedroom... SIKH ROBERTS "Tay?" CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / HALLWAY Sikh rushes up hallway, CUT TO: INT. SIKH'S HOME / BEDROOM Tay is handing Lucy the cup, TAY DONNELLY "Daddy's home... Just a few sips, we don't want any accidents tonight" Just as she raises the glass to her lips, Sikh rounds the doorway and sees the cup. Just as the glass touches her lips, a hand smacks the cup across the room and it bounces around on the floor. Sikh collapses on the side of the bed next to Lucy. TAY DONNELLY "What the hell Sikh!" Tay is in shock, Lucy seems to be startled and whimpers. Sikh is exhausted...trying to catch his breathe, SIKH ROBERTS "The water... is... contaminated!" Sikh wipes away a tear from Lucy's eye, Tay cover's her mouth in shock at the thought of how close she came to allowing Lucy to get ill, Toric peeks his head into the room, TORIC ROBERTS "Sikh...they're OK?" Sikh looks from Toric to Tay to Lucy and nods, TORIC ROBERTS "Let's go we need to get the word out now!" CUT TO: INT. LARGE ESTATE / FRONT ROOM Several of the students are now paired off and dancing together, the party has slowed down to a more romantic scene, Amanda is on the sofa still conversing with Dayo, She begins to struggle with an abrupt uneasy feeling, Dayo has a look of concern, DAYO "You feeling OK, you suddenly look a little white...more white than you are normally that is." Amanda tries to chuckle but begins to struggle to breathe, looking up at Dayo in fear, she coughs and blood is spewed across the front of Dayo's shirt. DAYO "Holy Shit!" Dayo holds his arms up in disgust,looking down at his blood splattered shirt than back up at Amanda. With blood coming from her mouth, Amanda turns violently over the edge of the sofa and begins to gag. Several other's in the room gasp out in horror and begin to gather round. Amanda falls to the floor and rolls onto her back, revealing a very discouraging swollen neck, her eyes rolling back. Dayo looks about in shock, DAYO "Somebody call 9 1 1 !" Katie and Blake push through a group of onlookers stopping suddenly at the sight of Amanda, Katie screams out, KATIE MOORE "AMANDA?" Blake tries to hold her back,however she gets through and arrives kneeling beside Amanda who is now suffering from some erratic convulsions, Katie crying out as she watches not knowing what to do with Amanda's condition. KATIE MOORE "What the hell happened to her!" The front door opens, a YOUNG GIRL is crying, she has blood down the front of her blouse, from her mouth, YOUNG GIRL "Help me...please?" The girl drops, Blake is stunned, Another guest starts to feel weak as she braces herself up against the wall, her face is blank and staring straight ahead as we watch her neck suddenly swell as if something swam beneath her skin. BLAKE JOHNS "What the hell is going on here?" CUT TO: EXT. NIGHT SKYLINE / CITY WARNING HORN The dark silhouettes of the town horns against the dark sky, They start, we hear the roaring sound of the warning horn. A darkened street is awaken as lights begin to flick on from the homes on either side, A man emerges covered in blood, he is an older man, in his late sixties, looking lost, he looks over to see others emerge from their homes in panic as they try to help their ailing family members, FADE TO BLACK: EXT. DESOLATE STREET / DAY The street is unpretentious, a car is parked irregularly with its drivers door ajar...a light fog lingers. CUT TO: EXT. PARK SWING / DAY An devoid swing sways in the city park. CUT TO: EXT. BICYCLE ON ROAD / DAY A tricycle is left in the centre of a road, a child's backpack lays next to it. CUT TO: EXT. HOUSE FRONT STEP / DAY The front door of a quiet neighborhood home is left yawning, a large amount of blood smear stains the front arch. CUT TO: EXT. FACTORY / DAY The industrial warehouse is quiet, NARRATION begins, NARRATOR "It seems like only yesterday, and yet it has been an eternity...That horrible night the sirens sang out and everything we once took for granite was lost..." An unidentified MAN in sweats runs in a panic athwart the vacant parking structure...into a staircase. NARRATOR "It happened so fast, it came without warning, not only did it happen to us, but it happened globally, we were unprepared to deal with it..." The man runs to the corner of the wall and glimpses around searching. NARRATOR " They tried to stop it, we tried to contain it, but it was just too late, even the federation in all its power was helpless against it." The man launches himself off again, towards a car in the lot. NARRATOR "I feel that we are not alone, I feel that there must be others who have managed to evade and survive this hell we are forced to endure each and everyday..." The man gets into the car and looks into the backseat to see the girl with her jaw ripped open propped up dead behind him, outside of the car we can hear him screams out. FADE OUT. INT. DARKENED WAREHOUSE / DAY Panning across a large room, Blake is propped up by a window, staring out into the sunlight...speaking into a personal recorder, NARRATOR/BLAKE JOHNS "My name is Blake Johns, and this is my personal journal to anyone who may come across it in the future...a future I don't even know that will exist...." CUT TO: INT. DARKENED WAREHOUSE / DAY The steel door suddenly slides open, Blake quickly turns and points a gun towards the door. At the door a startled friend, Dayo raises his hands. DAYO "Whoa, hold the trigger now, just me...still me, no added features!" Blake looks relieved, as he lowers his gun and tucks it back beside him. His hand still trembles. DAYO "Nothing scares me more than a nervous white guy with a loaded gun!" Blake looks out the window, sets his recorder down and stands, stretching and yawning. BLAKE JOHNS "Nothing scares me anymore, I think I lost the ability to feel any emotion." DAYO (O.S.) "Well alright, Rambo, I just came from the storage room and we are completely out of some stuff, you think we should take a trip into town and shop." Blake turns to face Dayo, BLAKE JOHNS "Don't suppose you mean we are out of toilet paper." DAYO "That is on the top of my list." Blake snickers and grabs his gun and makes his way to the door, at the door the two former college students exit, closing the door behind them. CUT TO: INT. WAREHOUSE TUNNEL / DAY Blake and Dayo are walking up the hallway. BLAKE JOHNS "It rained yesterday, we better not trust Queen street, we'll take Arnold to Pamela and hook back on Indian Creek." DAYO "We haven't scrounged the college yet, I say we start there, should be plenty of toilet paper too!" They approach a cabinet, Dayo opens it revealing a number of guns and some jackets. DAYO "I don't have to remind you that if either of us are...the other is under no circumstance to interfere, but to get the hell out of dodge as they say." BLAKE JOHNS "Just be careful, bud your all I got left in this hell, don't even go there!" Dayo smiles, DAYO "Awe, you do care....so much for your inability to feel hey." BLAKE JOHNS "Yeah, right!" Blake slams shut the cabinet door, CUT TO: EXT. ABANDONED STREET / DAY The two are carefully walking down the vacant street, carefully searching their surroundings...in quiet conversation, DAYO "I remember when you couldn't walk down this street without old Mrs. Witherspoon shouting out from her porch to use the sidewalk, "Get off the road and use the walk, your going to cause an accident!" Blake looks uneasy, DAYO "Wish she around to see this." Blake and Dayo stop, looking at what normally would be a very busy intersection, various abandoned cars and a giant crater left behind from a Federation missile attack. BLAKE JOHNS "I wish a lot of people were still around to see this." DAYO "I'm sure there are others out there somewhere just like us, maybe not as colorful as us, but none the less. We are eventually going to have to leave town and see what's out there, you know this don't you?" The two travelers approach a small compact car, the door is open and a bloody hand hangs out, Blake stops and signals to Dayo to keep watch, Blake slowly approaches the car, nervously he peeks into the car, revealing the body of a young female, bloodied and lifeless, Blake suddenly looks horrified, BLAKE JOHNS (Shouts) "Oh crap...It's female!!!" DAYO "Not another one!" Blake scrambles away from the car, DAYO "Where Blake, where is it!" They are back to back searching about, they're panicky, BLAKE JOHNS "I don't know damn it, I don't know!" DAYO "It's gotta be here somewhere!" Blake suddenly looks down and spots an old drainage pipe sticking out from the broken pavement. BLAKE JOHNS "There!...the pipe! It's got to be in the pipe." They both face the hole, suddenly a rumble sound... Blake raises his gun, DAYO "Ten bucks it's not one of them ninja turtle dudes!" Suddenly a burst of water flies out of the pipe along with a large parasite, a snake like critter with no eyes, just teeth. An eerie high pitch scream, a couple of gun shots,the parasite explodes sending bloody debris everywhere. BLAKE JOHNS "Well, nothing like announcing our whereabouts...we better get out of here." Dayo picking off pieces of the parasite from his chest, DAYO "This was fun, we ought to do this more often!" BLAKE JOHNS "Come on, before they show up." Dayo and Blake continue to jog up the street...cautiously, CUT TO: EXT. MIDDLETOWN COMMUNITY COLLEGE / DAY Blake and Dayo run up to the college and into the front door...The now vacated school looks deserted and unkept, broken glass and garbage everywhere. CUT TO: INT. SCHOOL HALL / DAY Blake leads the way through a cluttered hallway, carefully stepping around personal items left behind in a mass panic. Dayo bends over and picks up a small personal travel pack of kleenex, DAYO "Treasure!" Books are scattered, jackets and papers, book bags and such. Dayo keeps an eye behind them...pockets his treasure. A sudden crash in one of the classrooms ahead of them, it stop them dead in their tracks. Blake again raises his gun, they look at each other and Dayo signals a retreat, Blake insists they check it out, they slowly edge forward, Dayo muttering his disapproval. CUT TO: INT. BIOLOGY CLASSROOM / CONT. Blake slowly moves his way around the classroom door to peeks in. Somebody in full motorcycle attire is rummaging through a variety of papers. Blake unsure of the stranger's motive, moves in gun pointed. The stranger hears Blake step on a piece of glass, stops motionless, then dives across the desk and turns with a gun pointed at Blake. They stare at each other for a moment, and the mysterious stranger quickly lowers their gun, Blake appears confused as the stranger begins to remove their helmet, KATIE MOORE "Blake?" Blake lowers his gun in disbelief, BLAKE JOHNS "Katie, your...your...but how?" Katie smiles, DAYO "Spit it out boy, your going to choke on it.!" BLAKE JOHNS "Your alive!" KATIE MOORE "Yes the last time I checked, and your damn lucky your still standing, I almost blew your head off!" Katie sets her helmet down and rushes over and hugs Blake. BLAKE JOHNS "After the party you raced Amanda to the hospital and I never saw you again!" DAYO "Never saw anyone again, you're the first person we've seen in weeks...well noninfected that is!" Katie pulls back and notices Dayo standing there like a third wheel, she hugs him too. KATIE MOORE "I'll explain some things to you guys later, right now it's getting late and I need to get these papers back to the shelter." Katie continues to gather the papers as Blake and Dayo move in to help. BLAKE JOHNS "What shelter, where have you been hiding for the last three weeks, Dayo and I have scouted most of Middletown for surplus and survivors and your the first person ironically we have met still alive and without one of them...tail things...how did you not get infected?" Katie looks at them, KATIE MOORE "There is a small group of us at Jefferson's farm, it is well equipped and secluded enough to avoid any outside interest." Katie grabs Blake's arm, gingerly, KATIE MOORE "Blake, your father is there...I'm sure he's going to be so happy to find out that you are still alive and well!" Blake is taken with the news of his father as he is at a loss for words, Dayo takes this time to interrupt, DAYO "So...why are we here gathering up old school papers in the first place?" Katie is still staring at a confounded Blake, KATIE MOORE "These are the professor's notes on a recent biology study which may help him find a way to eliminate the infestation...or at least avoid it...we'll get these back to him and..." Blake is blank with emotion, he interrupts, BLAKE JOHNS "I'm not going" Dayo and Katie are taken in at Blake's response, DAYO "Blake, he is your father, he is alive, he maybe able to come up with something to end this all!" Katie looks back and forth between Dayo and Blake sensing she is slightly out of the loop. DAYO "I think you need to rethink your thinking patterns my friend, cause frankly, I don't get it." Blake looking back sternly, and forgetting that Katie is unaware of his troubled relationship with his father, BLAKE JOHNS "How can I face my father knowing all this happened because the Federation failed to protect us, that Federation in which my father was part of!...I can't, Not to mention trying to get pass the way he treated me, as though nothing I did outside of science was ever good enough! I have grieved my father's death, and really I don't feel like going through that all over again should things fall apart around here." DAYO " I remember the last time we walked out of the professor's classroom, you were feeling belittled because your father wanted you to succeed in something you had no desire to succeed at, yet you were desperate for him to be proud of who you were and what you were really good at, well, ...look at yourself now...you are a one hell of a fighter,and a great leader for those like me who need a little leadership...I owe you my life, and there is one thing you have succeeded at, and it is probably the one thing your father wanted most of all... you succeeded at staying alive...that's better than um-teen billion others right now!" Blake looks down in defeat, Katie forces a smile. BLAKE JOHNS "You are a cabbage head." Blake looks up, BLAKE JOHNS "Which is why I probably try keeping you around. Let's go then, I guess we can visit the farm team, scout out a few of the players and see if any of them are worth bringing up to the big league." Katie laughs, KATIE MOORE "What's this...the N. H. L. " DAYO "Go Leafs Go, they were my favorite team you know!" They all get ready to leave. KATIE MOORE "I never figured you for a Leaf fan Dayo, I had heard that you were quite intelligent." DAYO "Oh a low blow...low blow." A violent crash is heard outside the classroom, Blake turns to Katie, BLAKE JOHNS "Are you here alone?" Katie looking nervous, nods yes, DAYO "Flesh puppets!" Katie raises her gun and flips the big desk on its side, All three quickly hide behind it, guns drawn. The sound of several footsteps are heard approaching, they are slow and steady and are just outside their door. The sweat rolls down the face of Dayo, Blake grabs Katie's hand as they hold their breathe. The sound of several footsteps are heard leaving, they soon become distant and the sound of a door opening and closing leaves it quiet once again. A look of relief falls upon their faces, Dayo picks himself up and stands up, DAYO "That was just too damn..." Dayo turns his head to see a large man standing in the doorway, his skin is grey, bald and his flesh shows signs of rot, his eyes are white with trace blood drops surrounding them, he is expressionless,from the back view we see a long tail hanging from a gaping hole in the back of his head as if some snake has dug into his skin and buried itself in his head. DAYO "Oh boy!" Blake takes notice of Dayo's expression, he launches himself up and open fires towards the doorway. A shot enter the intruders face and blows a hole through his head as blood splatters back on the wall and the snake like tail falls to the floor, The body drops. Blake looks back up at Dayo, BLAKE JOHNS "We've got to run...NOW!" They all dash over the dead carcass, and in the opposite direction from which they came. CUT TO: INT. SCHOOL HALL / DAY The three of them are running up the hall as the sound of a distant door opens, revealing a cluster of shadows in an exposed light from the open door down the hall behind them. CUT TO: EXT. COLLEGE BACK DOOR / DAY The three come crashing out the door in a panic, Katie drops her bag of papers and then tries to stop to grab them. BLAKE JOHNS "Forget about it, they're coming!" KATIE MOORE "No, they could be our only hope...I promised your father!" Katie runs back as Blake shouts out her name, she gets to the step and grabs the bag. CUT TO: EXT. COLLEGE BACK DOOR / DAY Katie is running as the doors of the school burst open behind her. A group of flesh puppets are raging in after her, at least a half dozen of them. CUT TO: EXT. COLLEGE BACK DOOR / CONT. BLAKE draws his gun and starts a succession of rapid fire on the group, but they keep coming, as only one drops down. DAYO "She's not going to be able to out run them all, they're right behind her!" Dayo turns to Blake, DAYO "I owe you everything Blake, including a chance to win!" Dayo runs towards the group and passes Katie, just as the group were to catch her, Dayo jumps into the group with his arms extended and his head down, tackling the entire squad. Blake is horrified, BLAKE JOHNS (screams out) "DAYO!" Katie runs up to Blake and pulls him with her, KATIE MOORE "Run!" They run. Blake looks back to see the crowd of flesh puppets engulf Dayo as he screams out vile curses and at the same time shouts off sounds of agony...then silence. They continue to run unchallenged. FADE TO BLACK. INT. LARGE ESTATE / FARM / NIGHT Blake and Katie walk mournfully up towards the farm building, the front door opens as Sikh looks out...his gun in hand, behind his back, Tay curiously appears looking over his right shoulder, then quickly disappears. Katie looks up to see Sikh standing at the door. Tay reappears nudging her way around Sikh and out the door to greet the two, she carries a blanket, Tay jogs up to the two in the distance and carefully wraps a blanket around Katie and then after an apparent introduction she shakes Blake's hand. Toric appears beside Sikh, in the doorway. TORIC ROBERTS "I told you there was hope, there are survivors out there...I knew it...there are real people surviving this thing just like us." Sikh watches them arrive at the farm's step. FADE TO: INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / KITCHEN / NIGHT Tay is cutting up some fresh carrots on the cutting board, she is staring at a photo on the counter, that of young Lucy. DISSOLVE TO: EXT. CITY PARK / DAY Tay and Lucy are face to face on either side of the table playfully using carrots as swords, laughing as Tay bites the end off Lucy's sword. DISSOLVE TO: INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / KITCHEN / CONT. Tay is still cutting up carrots, zoned out as a single tear rolls down her cheek. She suddenly winces in pain. The Professor enters in the room, a look of concern, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Tay?" BOZ, a young boy around eight is sitting at the kitchen table drawing with crayons on a large sheet of paper, he points... BOZ "Professor!" He is pointing at the chopping board. Tay's pinky finger rests clear next to the chopped carrot pieces. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Oh my!" The Professor quickly grabs a tea towel and wraps Tay's hand. Sikh enters the kitchen, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Boz get as much ice as you can for the finger! Hurry!" Boz launches himself from his chair and opens the make shift refrigerator, grabs a tray of ice-cubes from the top ice box, he dumps them in a plastic dish. SIKH ROBERTS (O.S.) "What's going on?" Boz grimaces as he picks up and drops the little finger into the bowl. Tay still crying, as Sikh wraps his arms around her, he looks down and sees the old photo of his daughter. TAY DONNELLY "I couldn't help her. There were just too many." SIKH ROBERTS "It wasn't your fault, there was nothing we could have done, I'm so sorry." Tay suddenly passes out. (TAY'S P. O. V.) - as the noise muffles and fades, the Professor is ordering Sikh to lay her down on the sofa. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: INT. TIGHT ON FINGER Carefully with needle and thread and a bed of ice, the finger is being sewn back on. CUT TO: INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / LOUNGE ROOM / CONT. Tay is laying on the sofa as the Professor sits next to her on a wooden chair, He wraps up his final stitch and leans back looking up at Blake who is now standing next to Toric and Boz, Sikh is patting down the forehead of wife with a cloth. Blake tries to smile, BLAKE JOHNS "I see you haven't lost your touch." PROFESSOR JOHNS "I conceive it'll mend up nicely, it has been many, many years since I had to devote a little first aid...probably the last time was when you tripped in the driveway and scuffed your knees when you were about Boz's age." The Professor pulls his attention back to Sikh, handing him the bandages. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Finish up will you." Sikh takes the bandages nodding, SIKH ROBERTS "Thanks again doc." The Professor stands and wipes his hands on a towel, looking over at Blake, who is now avoiding eye contact. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Blake, It's good to see you." Blake a little unsure, looks about noticing all eyes on him,including the eyes of Katie who stands beside him. BLAKE JOHNS "You too." The professor exits, Blake smiles at his audience as he begins to follow him, Katie grabs his arm and whispers, KATIE MOORE "He's a good man, he's not the man you may think he is." Blake looks reassured and winks at her as he exits. CUT TO: INT. SMALL OFFICE / CONT. The Professor stands facing away from the open door, over looking a large desk swarming with papers and books, a small lantern domes the only light into the room. There are diagrams and charts everywhere. Blake enters into the room quietly, The Professor knows he is in the room and begins to talk without turning around. PROFESSOR JOHNS "When we live our lives according to what we perceive is the perfect formula to success, We tend to judge others, maybe in a pretension that may come across as narcissistic and unruly," The Professor turns around, PROFESSOR JOHNS "I'm afraid I have fallen victim to this in my own life, I put my own flesh and blood behind a curtain of aspersion and indignity, I was no more a father to you as I was a husband to your mother, When she left me, I could not challenge that it was of my own doing, I pushed her away much like I did with you." The Professor leans up against the desk, reaching for a family photo, and staring at it, he continues... PROFESSOR JOHNS "I was only sixteen when you were born, I was just a child myself, but I loved your mother and promised I would provide for the three of us through hard work and personal sacrifice, Little did I know that my promise would eventually lead to my downfall. I yearn things different now, It's an enigma why the human spirit takes such a beating before it prescribes the mind to focus on what really matters, and although I could never expect you to forgive me for how I treated you, how I mistreated you and your mother, I just wanted to make sure you know how I feel now, how much I love you and how much I am proud of the person you have become." The Professor sniffles and looks up as Blake leaps forward and embraces his father, BLAKE JOHNS "I missed you so much." Blake stands back, BLAKE JOHNS "I didn't make things easy on you, I blamed you for mom leaving, even after I found out the truth, I didn't want to believe it. I'm sorry." PROFESSOR JOHNS "You have nothing to be sorry about." BLAKE JOHNS "They say everything happens for a reason, maybe you being such a hard ass, helped me become who I am today, and the reason we have survived this long." The Professor smiles, sets the picture back on his desk and stands up facing his son, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Hard ass huh?...I'll give you that...It's a reputation I would much rather keep, for the sake of the others." BLAKE JOHNS "Like father like son." The Professor wraps his arm around his son's shoulder as they walk towards the door, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Let's get some dinner." BLAKE JOHNS "Good idea, I'm starving." PROFESSOR JOHNS "Oh...and some real father to son advice...avoid the carrots." Blake chuckles, BLAKE JOHNS "We still need to work on your sense of humor I see." FADE OUT. INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / DINING ROOM / CONT. A large room dimly lit, several small candles on the perimeter and one large one in the centre of the large wooden table, It is set with everyone sitting in anticipation of a real dinner, a glass of ice water is placed onto the table, in front of Blake, Blake looks into the glass nervously and looks confused. Toric spots Blake's apprehensive glare, TORIC ROBERTS "It's OK kid, the spore is designed to infect women, not men, we can drink it, the girls can't...some girls anyway." Blake remains unsure, looks towards his father, BLAKE JOHNS "I was going to ask about that earlier, how did Tay and Katie manage not to be infected?" PROFESSOR JOHNS "This spore, extraneous in nature is a genetically engineered weapon, It was designed to infect the female form which plays host to the spore while it matures into a parasite, it is then birthed out when it senses the presence of water, where it can lay in waiting, for a male host to come by and thus it will then enter the male specimen through the base of the neck and brainwash its host to carry out its accomplishment...whatever that may be, we have yet to determine why these things are even here." SIKH ROBERTS "Tay and Katie both seem to be immune, for reasons we don't know as of yet, however, they still won't drink the water, we don't chance it, We have a large supply of bottled water which was bottled well before my landing." BLAKE JOHNS "Your landing?" Sikh now looks a little uncomfortable, SIKH ROBERTS "I was a Federation research pod flier, I was on my way home from a lengthy mission when just as I hit our atmosphere I went through some debris, this debris was believed to be remnants of Nara 3, a research base destroyed by the Federation fearing it was subject to this same infestation. The spore was brought down on the nose of my pod, and fell into the river contaminating the water supply...eventually spreading rapidly around the globe." Blake begins to look enraged, he pushes back his chair and plunges at Sikh, BLAKE JOHNS "You did this to us!" Blake tosses a heavy blow into the face of Sikh, sending Sikh crashing across the room, The others begin to shout in chaos. TAY DONNELLY "Stop it!" KATIE MOORE "Blake no! Sikh quickly defends himself as Blake was reaching in again, They grapple, pushing him back into the table sending food everywhere. Blake breaks free and lands another punch. PROFESSOR JOHNS "BLAKE!" Blake with his fist pulled back hears his father's stern shout and stops and looks over at the Professor who is standing up at the end of the table. Tay is holding back Toric who settles back, after trying to get in and help Sikh. Boz slowly peeks up from under the table...gravy in his hair. Katie is standing looking jolted with her hand over her mouth, the glass of water has been knocked over and has splashed Katie in the face. Blake looks daunted, BLAKE JOHNS "Kat...I'm...!" Katie turns and exits off into the kitchen. Blake releases Sikh and quickly gets up and leaves for the front door. Tay follows Katie into the kitchen. Sikh is wiping the blood from his lip, looks over at the Professor who sighs and heads off after Blake. BOZ "You alright Sikh?" Sikh looking brittle, looks over at Boz slightly amused at all the chaos. SIKH ROBERTS "Oh yeah, I had him right where I wanted him, another couple of minutes and he'd of been toast!" Toric smirks with a little titter of comic relief. CUT TO: EXT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / FRONT STEP / NIGHT Blake is sitting stewing on the front step, he pounds on the railing, the door behind him swings open as the Professor walks up to him. Blake peeks back and then looks forward apathetically. BLAKE JOHNS "Just another disappointment hey dad, another fuck up!" Professor quietly sits down beside him. BLAKE JOHNS "I can't seem to control my anger over all this, now, my anger has jeopardized the life of a good friend!" The Professor chuckles, Blake looks mulled at his father's reaction. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Katie will be fine, The water was bottled water, we didn't think you'd be ready to trust tap water yet...Tay thought it would be entertaining to see if you would drink it or not." BLAKE JOHNS "Thank God." PROFESSOR JOHNS "There is something we should discuss, and that is what transpired in there with Sikh." BLAKE JOHNS "I cracked, He is responsible for all of this, how can you live with the man who has utterly damned us all!" PROFESSOR JOHNS "Is he really responsible for all this?" Blake is silent as he ponders this question. BLAKE JOHNS "But he admitted..." PROFESSOR JOHNS "Blake, he was on his way home to his family, he was already entering our atmosphere when he ran into it. He had no recourse, It was all but written in stone, Really if you need to blame anyone, it was the Federation, they were the ones that decided to destroy that space station, not considering the possibility of a fall out effect, Even if Sikh hadn't travelled through that debris, it would have eventually made its way here...on its own accord." Blake is silent in thought,as he cups his forehead in shame. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Sikh is a reputable man, He was responsible for saving countless lives during the infestation, including my own, He does not secede and will not quit until he finds a way of quenching these things from existence, like all of us, not to be heroic, but to fill a void left inside of his heart when he lost his daughter to them." Blake looks distraught, BLAKE JOHNS "His daughter was infected?" PROFESSOR JOHNS "No, she too insinuated signs of immunity, but a group of them parasite infested ..." BLAKE JOHNS "Flesh puppets." PROFESSOR JOHNS "Flesh puppets?" BLAKE JOHNS "That's what my buddy Dayo called them, because of the way those things used the flesh of man like a puppet. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Interesting prerogative, fitting." BLAKE JOHNS "Well Dayo died this afternoon, he saved us from a group of them bastards while we were at the college gathering those notes." PROFESSOR JOHNS "I'm so sorry." BLAKE JOHNS "yeah me too...anyway...you were saying?" PROFESSOR JOHNS "Oh yes, well, Lucy wandered away from the house for a moment and caught the attention of a large group of them flesh puppets, By the time Sikh and Tay realized she was out of the house, they had her. Blake looks up at his father who was obviously just as distraught over the loss of little Lucy. BLAKE JOHNS "If these women are immune to infection, why is it that these flesh puppets seek them out, and where do they go?" PROFESSOR JOHNS "We have no idea, I really don't even want to surmise any possibilities, I don't imagine I could." Blake seems intrigued, BLAKE JOHNS "So we really don't know if any of those who have been taken are alive or dead do we?" PROFESSOR JOHNS "Well, I..." BLAKE JOHNS "Lucy Roberts could still be alive...along with others!" PROFESSOR JOHNS "Well, Even if there is a chance of such a remote possibility...we have no means of finding them...where would we look, in three weeks time we have not seen any signs of life anywhere...besides there are too many of them and not enough of us, we could never..." Blake again interrupts his father, BLAKE JOHNS "We could if we had bait and a means of tracking it." PROFESSOR JOHNS "Bait...as in human bait?" BLAKE JOHNS "The best kind." The Professor is uneasy, however, ponders the notion. CUT TO: INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / LOUNGE ROOM Everyone is gathered in the candle lit room, it is quiet. Katie is looking up from the sofa with a serious look upon her face, KATIE MOORE "I'll do it." Everyone is quiet, for a moment, TORIC ROBERTS "Are we absolutely certain these flesh puppets as we now call them are purpose specific in nature, haven't we learned that throughout time species are adaptable to multi tasking..." BOZ "Like walking and chewing gum!" The Professor steps forward, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Most species do adapt over time to be able to survive in their surroundings, however we are not dealing with a regular species here, I hope and believe they are not going to adapt to a point of self preservation... not for some time yet anyway." Tay trying to look strong, her eyes dripping in tears, TAY DONNELLY "Lucy could be alive, I think I should be the one who goes...she's my daughter!" KATIE MOORE "Come on Kay, Your a great mother, a great cook and a great new friend, but you really suck when it comes to kicking ass...that is something I think I am more fitted for...I've been doing it since I was twelve!" The group remains quiet, BLAKE JOHNS "Wait a second here!" PROFESSOR JOHNS "Blake, she is right, Katie is our best chance." TORIC ROBERTS "So what you are suggesting here is offering Kat...as bait, follow them and see what they do with her?...and see if they lead us to other survivors?...and what if we lose track of her?...what then?" BLAKE JOHNS "Well...we just can't let that happen, we need to be ready for anything." Katie looks around at the solemn faces of her new family, KATIE MOORE "So, great, I guess I am the worm on the hook, and you boys better be able to reel me in before I get bit!" BLAKE JOHNS "You understand that this is just an idea, we can try something else, I don't want you to do anything you don't think you can do." KATIE MOORE "Give me a break, I can do anything, I hooked up with one of the most eligible bachelors in Middletown didn't I...and I wasn't even on the cheerleaders squad." PROFESSOR JOHNS "Well, As much as I am interested in hearing all about the two of you and such, I'm beat and I believe I must retire...good evening all." The Professor exits as the remaining group slowly does the same. Boz leans into a candle a blows it out. CUT TO: INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / BEDROOM Katie is sitting next to Blake on the bed, she has just lit a candle, both look shy and share a look of worry, BLAKE JOHNS "I remember the way you looked at me when you sat there on the kitchen counter at Dayo's party, Every time I close my eyes, I see it, For awhile it was something I tried to forget, not knowing you were still alive...but now...I love it and hope it never goes away." Blake grabs her hand, BLAKE JOHNS "You don't need to prove anything you know, this isn't something you have to do...we can come up with another plan." Katie looks back into Blake's eyes, KATIE MOORE "Can you come up with any other plan that would not include some potential risk to any of us?" Katie gently takes Blake's face into her palm, KATIE MOORE "I am the best chance we have, We can't just sit back and wait for something to happen, You know it, I know it...I am scared, this scares the hell out of me, but knowing you'll be right behind me makes me feel a whole lot safer...and gives me hope... for a better tomorrow." Katie leans in gingerly and they embrace in a loving kiss that continues as they slowly lean back into the bed. FADE TO BLACK. FADE IN: INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / LOUNGE ROOM Katie is being equipped with a strap on tracking device around her waist, she is looking at a nervous Blake, Sikh finishes up and sits back, SIKH ROBERTS "How's that?" Katie twists and turns a bit and acknowledges with a nod of her head...her lack of words obvious as she fights back tears of fear, Tay leans in, TAY DONNELLY "Your golden girl, they got your back!" They hug and Katie looks a little more reassured. TAY DONNELLY "If my daughter is alive, please bring her home!" KATIE MOORE "I will." Katie groans out, and shakes her arms, KATIE MOORE "I feel like I'm going out on a blind date...only I know the guy is a train wreck." PROFESSOR JOHNS "The ping is engaged, she's online." The Professor removes his headset that is affixed to an old laptop. Blake sighs, BLAKE JOHNS "It's now or never." The contemplative faces of all show the significance of this mission, Sikh is bent down at her feet, affixing something to her ankle, two handguns. SIKH ROBERTS "Do not use these unless you absolutely need to, the shots will only attract more of them and you have a total of twelve shots...not nearly enough in this day and age!" Katie stands up, wiping a tear from her eye, a nervous titter complete with an attempt at sarcasm, KATIE MOORE "Time to meet the opposition." MATCH CUT TO: EXT. FACTORY / DAY All is quiet as the group sits behind a stack of boxes, Katie stands before them out in the open, she is facing away from her friends, her face shows uprising fear. The sound of her heart races. Katie struggles to step forward, She manages the first step and continues to walk forward. Sikh looks over at Toric and nods, Toric nods back and grabbing his gun raises it into the air, pointing it up and fires into the air. Katie closes her eyes, slightly startled. The sound of a door opening, KATIE MOORE "Help me God..." She opens her eyes to see three flesh puppets quickly emerge upon her, she screams out in horror as they quickly grab her. Blake looks distraught, BLAKE JOHNS "I can't let this happen..." Sikh and Toric quickly contain Blake's effort to go after her by grabbing hold of him and covering his mouth. Blake struggles a bit then gives up as the screaming suddenly stops. The professor watches the laptop, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Time to move, she's moving quick towards the south east." The group carefully emerge from behind their boxes and start to jog after her. FADE TO: EXT. WOODED TERRAIN / OUTER EDGE / NIGHT The trackers make their way to the edge of a scarcely wooded field where their faces suddenly drop, before them the lights of a spectacular and unbelievable sight. TORIC ROBERTS "Say it isn't so..." CUT TO: EXT. LARGE INDUSTRIAL ZONE / SPACECRAFT / NIGHT A large industrial expanse is occupied by many flesh puppets as an immense triangular alien space craft peacocks within the busy compound. A gathering of enfeebled humans line up and are escorted into the craft...including Katie who is seemingly battered and not unlike the rest of them. A flesh puppet carries a large box onto a pad and stands back as a sheet of energy dissolves the box. Another flesh puppet approaches the pad with another box. CUT TO: EXT. WOODED TERRAIN / OUTER EDGE / NIGHT Blake looking through a pair of binoculars, lowers them and hands them quietly over to Toric. BLAKE JOHNS "I can't believe what I am seeing here!" Toric now viewing the scene with the binoculars, TORIC ROBERTS "We're going to need an army to get in there!" Sikh stares out watching the scene before him, SIKH ROBERTS "We have an army, an army of four, four intelligent humans against a number of pre programmed parasites, not the odds they want to have." Blake looks over at the Professor, BLAKE JOHNS "It's really an alien invasion!" SIKH ROBERTS "We'll need to get up closer, round back over there, looks rather desolate." The Professor is looking through the binoculars, PROFESSOR JOHNS " I fear we may have underestimated our enemy, they must have something, or Katie wouldn't be walking up that ramp on her own concordance...but there is no tail...none of them have tails!" SIKH ROBERTS "They are still people that's all that matters, let's go!" Blake advances, Sikh and Toric quickly follow, The Professor gathers his equipment and mutters to himself. PROFESSOR JOHNS "We are presuming they are still people!" The Professor follows them as they make their way towards the compound. CUT TO: EXT. INDUSTRIAL FENCE LINE / NIGHT The trackers carefully traverse the field along the fence line, their silhouettes shuffle across a brightly lit background. CUT TO: EXT. INDUSTRIAL FENCE LINE / CONT. Toric grabs hold of the bottom of the fence and lifts it up, while the others scurry under. All the time minding the area for unwanted flesh puppets. The Professor hands the laptop to Blake as it is his turn. CUT TO: EXT INDUSTRIAL AREA / NIGHT The fog offers slight coverage as the group arrives within the compound, a few barrels and a brick wall seclude them from the populous. The Professor raises his headset to one ear and listens, PROFESSOR JOHNS "The ping is strong, she's still right in there." They now see the alien craft tight and up close, The sheer size of the space vessel is enormously over-whelming. BLAKE JOHNS (O.S.) "In that thing." The flesh puppets seem to leave the area as the last of the humans are loaded onto the ship. TORIC ROBERTS "Let's not get crazy here, we have strength in numbers when it comes to human intelligence, but, come on, how do we go up against something of this magnitude?" PROFESSOR JOHNS "For the first time since I've known you, I have to agree." SIKH ROBERTS "Listen up, We have no alternatives here!...Katie is on that thing, and perhaps my daughter, I for one am willing to give it a shot." BLAKE JOHNS "I came, I saw, I am going in!" PROFESSOR JOHNS "Well let's do it then, Time is a wasting." SIKH ROBERTS "Hold on, you and Toric should stay here...if things don't go well, you two are all we have left." TORIC ROBERTS "I'm down with that...I'm a farmer not a fighter, but I'll do what is necessary." BLAKE JOHNS "This is it then." Blake and the Professor look at each other for a moment, PROFESSOR JOHNS "I've got your back, son." Blake raises his gun, BLAKE JOHNS "I know." Sikh stares at the craft, SIKH ROBERTS "It's just like an enormous pod, not scary at all...I've been in hundreds." BLAKE JOHNS "Great, then you'll have some clue as to where we starting looking for Kat." Blake and Sikh launch themselves forward and saunter up the ramp and disappear into the alien craft, undetected. The Professor and Toric watch them and make their way into hiding. FADE TO BLACK: INT. SPACECRAFT / BLACK All is in blackness, the sound of labored breathing, Katie winces in a struggle to move about, the only source of light shines through a small hole in the far wall. (We take on her point of view) Katie tries to make her way towards the light, just as we get to the hole, (we change perspective) to see Katie's eye peeking through the hole. Her eye gapes in horror. CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / MEDICAL ROOM A human form lays on an examination table, her body is strapped tightly in place, her flesh is peeled back from her stomach, a device is pinned to her head as a tube extracts a murky yellow liquid. Her eyes are open but she looms lifeless...her blackened eyes fixed directly towards the hole Katie is viewing from. Suddenly something steps in front of the hole blocking the light and forces a terrorized Katie to scramble away from the hole and into the darkness once again. KATIE MOORE "No...no...no...no..." We hear her breathe in panic, we hear her shuffle, a snap and then the distinct sound of her cocking a gun. KATIE MOORE "This is not what I signed up for!" CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / HALLWAY The walls are glistening wet like a flesh like surface, dripping a greenish sludge or ooze which radiates the hall as a single source of light. Blake and Sikh slow-footed, edge their way up the hall...guns ready. The resonance of footsteps tumble behind them, Blake quickly directs Sikh into a shallow groove in the wall, they wrench themselves in quickly, Blake watches as two flesh puppets lug two boxes past them. Sikh has his attention to the wall, as the liquid slides down in front of him he observes millions of tiny parasites within the gel-like substance. Blake peeks out and observes the flesh puppets as they turn sharply up another hall. Waiting till it was still, they both squeeze out from their hiding spot and proceed after the two pawns. SIKH ROBERTS "This entire ship is infested from it's occupants to it's walls!" CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / BLACK Again we hear the frenetic breathing of Katie in the sheer darkness. Suddenly the lights turn on. Katie shields her eyes from the blinding glare. She tries to look around and discerns others in the same empty room as her. Spread out, each of them spaced apart evenly, She looks over at each horrified face, some reaching out for help, while others show signs of being in shock...some sleeping, some weeping, others are praying. Katie looks across the room and sees a familiar face. Lucy curled up in the fetal position whimpering with her eyes shut tightly. Katie tries to project towards her but is refrained from doing so by an apparent invisible wall, she pats the wall around her, the air amazingly ripples before her, She begins to pound erratically and is shouting out to her. All is quiescent as we hear the child's whimpering, we can see Katie screaming and pounding in the distance but cannot hear her. CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / PRISON CELL A door opens as two large flesh puppets enter and head straight for Lucy, still curled up in fear. Katie becomes irate, fearing Lucy may be the next on the table. KATIE MOORE "No...No...take me you son of a bitches, me, leave her alone!" At the last second they grab a young female next to Lucy who begins to struggle and scream in effort of escape, The tallest of the flesh puppets leans in and spews a mass of jelly like liquid into the face of the girl who suddenly becomes submissive. They escort her out of the room. The room suddenly becomes pitch-dark once again. Katie scurries over to the hole once again. This time the examination table is abandoned, however it is not long before the girl is placed onto the table and they quickly begin to bind her. Katie straggles back away. CUT TO: EXT. INDUSTRIAL AREA / NIGHT The Professor and Toric watch as a few flesh puppets work about the yard. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Kind of ironic the two of us out here, although I am thankful throughout all of this we have found a way to tolerate one another." TORIC ROBERTS "Doc, I never had anything against you, I hated the Federation, and you were part of it...thus the attitude...sorry bout that." PROFESSOR JOHNS "No need for apologies, It took far too long for me to realize just how dreadful that agency was...I should be the one to apologize." TORIC ROBERTS "Let's just call it even shall we." The Professor smirks and then a look of wonder falls upon his face. TORIC ROBERTS "What's up doc?..(chuckles)..I've waited a long time to use that line." The Professor slowly edges his way over to a large military crate. Toric follows him prudently, PROFESSOR JOHNS "This...This used to be a Federation Training facility, was it not?" Toric looks confused as the Professor starts to try and open the crate. TORIC ROBERTS "Yes, I took part in many protest right over there in front of that gate." The crate breaks open revealing a large metallic cylinder with a cluster of wires and gadgets attached. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Trident twos, D5...enough power to level an entire compound...about this size!...the FEDERATION acquired these from the U.S. NAVY before the FEDERATION went global." TORIC ROBERTS "Oh great an antique explosive device...why couldn't they be E 88s or something from this era." PROFESSOR JOHNS "Beggars can't be choosers...here give me a hand pulling this bad boy back over there." TORIC ROBERTS "If your thinking what I think your thinking, I'm thinking we think a lot alike!" The two pull the box back to a well hidden spot out of the way. CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / HALLWAY Sikh and Blake turn around into the hall, carefully and readied. BLAKE JOHNS "I feel like we are travelling in circles Sikh, Every hallway looks like the one we just came from." SIKH ROBERTS "We're OK, We haven't been in this one." BLAKE JOHNS "How you know that?" SIKH ROBERTS "Gut feeling." Blake suddenly stops as a buffered scream ripples in the distance, BLAKE JOHNS "Did you hear that?" Sikh quietly shakes his no in reply, They both listen. A cry for help buffered through the walls, echoes slightly in the air again. SIKH ROBERTS "I heard that." They rush forward. CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / MEDICAL ROOM The door opens as Blake and Sikh enter with their guns drawn and pointed. Two flesh puppets in the middle of examination of their subject without hesitation begin to move towards them. Blake fires and takes down the first one. The second, the tallest one spews the jelly like substance towards them, Sikh at the last second avoids it and fires twice before the flesh puppet drops. SIKH ROBERTS "That thing tried to puke on me!...What kind of person says hello with a gag and spew!" Sikh kicks the corpse. Blake rushes up to the table, The woman is discomposed, She is KELLY HOLMAN, a middle aged woman and according to her dress, she appears to have been in the medical field. Kelly looks up powerless, and fading fast, KELLY HOLMAN "Get them out of here, out that way one room over...they're all in there." Kelly coughs up a large amount of blood and dies. Blake looks about the medical room, BLAKE JOHNS "They gather them to experiment on them. These things are looking for the same thing we are...they want to know why these people are immune to the spore." Blake faces a shelf of containers, containing water. Violently swiping them off as they crash to the floor. Turns in anger towards Sikh, BLAKE JOHNS "We can't let them find that answer!" SIKH ROBERTS "Let's find Kat and get the hell out of here...These things are a heck of a lot smarter than we give them credit for." Blake looks back at Kelly, BLAKE JOHNS "One room over...!" CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / PRISON CELL Katie is pressing against the impalpable wall, trying to find a way out just as the lights flare bright again. The door opens and Katie falls forward as the invisible wall seems to have just suddenly dissipate. Katie quickly looks up to behold her two rescuers. KATIE MOORE "BLAKE!" Sikh and Blake are astonished in amazement at the sight of all the captives...Katie's cry captures Blake's attention. BLAKE JOHNS "KATIE!" The crowd all seem overwhelmed to see them as they start to rumble in excitement. Sikh, bellows out to an increasingly louder group, SIKH ROBERTS "Settle down, we'll get you out of here, but you must remain calm and most significantly we need to be absolutely quiet!" Just as the noise fizzles out a child's weakened voice breaks through capturing the attention of Sikh, YOUNG LUCY "Daddy?" Sikh swiftly looks around, and then he spots Lucy looking up at him from her spot on the alien floor. SIKH ROBERTS "Sweet Jesus!" His voice cracks in a thrill as he darts towards her. He whisks her up into his chest and sobs, he clutches her in his arms, delivering many gentle kisses on the top of her head. SIKH ROBERTS "My God Lucy it's really you. Daddy is here now, daddy is here now...never going to let you go." YOUNG LUCY " I knew you'd come for me daddy, I prayed every day." SIKH ROBERTS (looking upwards) "Thank you Lord." Katie and Blake are enfolded in each other's arms, they eye over at Sikh and Lucy, Katie is all choked up with a cramped smile of alleviation. KATIE MOORE "There is the happiest father on this planet right now." BLAKE JOHNS "I'm guessing we found young Lucy Roberts." Katie's eyes are moist and yet she turns to Blake and wipes her eyes, titters and smiles, KATIE MOORE "Took your sweet ass time didn't you!" BLAKE JOHNS "It's a big ship!" KATIE MOORE "I saw what they do to us, in the next room, they..." Blake cuts in abruptly, BLAKE JOHNS "We know, we were there, but we were too late to save the woman who told us where to find you." Sikh and Lucy ingress into the conversation, SIKH ROBERTS " Let's get these people out of here." CUT TO: EXT. INDUSTRIAL AREA / NIGHT The Professor is wiring and fumbling with numerous buttons and aforementioned wires on an unfastened panel on the crated missile. Toric stands guard watching the spacecraft, He lights a cigarette and peeks back at the Professor, who looks up back at Toric, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Like resolving the Rubic's cube." Toric turns back and resumes his watch, The Professor resuming his work. TORIC ROBERTS "Only you and I would remember such a puzzle toy." Toric takes another drag from his cigarette and is alerted to something, Looking over at the main gate, hundreds of flesh puppets are emerging through the gate. TORIC ROBERTS "Good God, we got tons of them bitches entering the compound!" Again we are watching many of Middletown's dead converge into the complex silently and quickly. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Something must of alerted them..." TORIC ROBERTS "They are heading towards the ship." PROFESSOR JOHNS "So are we, come on, give me a hand with this!" Toric quickly assists the Professor in carting the large crate towards the ship ahead of the mob. CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / PRISON CELL Blake is addressing the crowd, BLAKE JOHNS "I need you all to follow us, we don't have time to dawdle, so let's go people!" Blake exits the room being followed by dozens of the captives, Sikh helps direct the end of the bunch with Katie now carrying his daughter Lucy. SIKH ROBERTS "Just keep moving, follow her!" CUT TO: INT. SPACECRAFT / HALLWAY Blake leads a restless group up the hall and is met face to face with Toric rounding the corner with the Professor. They are all startled, TORIC ROBERTS "Bro, we got more company than we can avoid coming up to the ship right now." PROFESSOR JOHNS "You have a few minutes, get the people outside and round back of the ship!" Blake orders everyone to run and go around the back of the ship, BLAKE JOHNS "What about you?" PROFESSOR JOHNS "Don't worry about us, we'll be right behind you, I have a gift for the bunch of them I want to hand deliver it." Blake continues with the group down a ramp and around the back. Sikh and Katie pass the two carrying the crate at the end of the group, KATIE MOORE "Let's get out of here!" The Professor sets his end of the crate down. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Thank the Lord you're alright, and Katie too!...look There's no time, I got it from here, go with them and get them to the back." TORIC ROBERTS "You sure, I can stay and help." PROFESSOR JOHNS "Nope, I'll see you on the outside." The Professor squats beside the open crate, PROFESSOR JOHNS "Loads of good looking woman heading out there, be a shame for you to get stuck in here with me now wouldn't it?" The Professor quickly begins to play with various wires. PROFESSOR JOHNS "Go, help them out of here!" TORIC ROBERTS "Don't be a hero Doc, get out there with us as soon as you can!" PROFESSOR JOHNS "I'm no hero, that's something I was never cut out to be, I believe you guys are the true heroes, I am just doing what I know best, Go quickly, I'll be right behind you." Toric hesitant, looks towards the exit and then back to the Professor, he nods, and heads off the ship. CUT TO: EXT. INDUSTRIAL AREA / NIGHT The last of the group rounds the corner of various bins, The group stand looking back at the ship, as Toric comes running out awkwardly towards them, looking back over his shoulder. Blake turns to Katie, BLAKE JOHNS "Take them all to the farm, hurry, use the fence line back there and stay hidden." Toric arrives out of breathe, BLAKE JOHNS "Where's my dad?" Toric turns around and looks back at the ship TORIC ROBERTS "He's coming...He said he would be right behind me!" They both stare, The Professor finally emerges from the ship, just as the band of flesh puppets come confounded through some industrial doors, The Professor promptly ducks beneath the ramp. Blake and Toric watch in dismay as they all enter the ship. The Professor looking at his watch, looks up at them...He smiles a gesture of satisfaction. The last of the flesh puppets is heading up the ramp when a sudden explosion rips through the ship. The sound of a familiar high pitched squealing. Blake and Toric shield their eyes from the explosion. CUT TO: EXT. INDUSTRIAL FENCE LINE / NIGHT The group of people walk through the field with the fence behind them, the explosion rises up into the air. Katie looks back still pushing forward as the yellow light of the explosion illuminates the night sky, Sikh carries his daughter, who is sleeping in his arms. They trudge forward. CUT TO: EXT. INDUSTRIAL AREA / CONT. Toric removes a piece of debris that has landed on his legs, searches for Blake. TORIC ROBERTS "Blake?" The ship is disincorporated into sheered metal and scrap, fire and scattered corpses. A dazed Blake picks himself out of a pile of debris, Toric rushes to help him out. Blake cups his hands and shouts, BLAKE JOHNS "Dad!" Silence echoes throughout the compound, BLAKE JOHNS "Dad!" With no answer, Blake looks torn as Toric gingerly directs him away. FADE TO BLACK. EXT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / FRONT YARD / DAY Boz is on the porch, playing with a toy helicopter and some plastic army men when he is suddenly aware of the large group of people approaching the estate. Boz drops his toy and shouts out, BOZ "TAY!....!" CUT TO: INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / KITCHEN Tay hears Boz shout out her name and grabs a rifle from the corner and heads out towards him. CUT TO: EXT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / FRONT YARD / DAY Tay exits the house rifle armed and pointed, she squints to see the large group approaching. She notices one of the group waving, She spots Sikh, she drops her rifle and begins to run up to them. CUT TO: EXT. FARM LAND / FIELD / DAY Tay running up to group with a giant smile, suddenly stops and gasps in shock, her eyes well, as she covers her mouth with her hands. She has spotted Lucy who is smiling back at her as she is holding Sikh's hand. Tay is overwhelmed and cries out as she again runs towards them, this time her daughter is running towards her. The two lock in an embrace as Tay weeps. Sikh interrupts the embrace as he is quickly included in the reunion. Toric and Blake join the group. CUT TO: EXT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / FRONT STEP / DAY Boz still standing on the front porch points in fear at the horizon, He shouts out to the approaching band of friends, BOZ "Look!" The group turns to see another group of people approach them, many of them appear to be in military uniform. They watch as they near, they are human. A young uniformed cadet walks up to them and salutes as the armed group behind them stand still, Major Jack Little is trying to appear strong, MAJOR JACK LITTLE "Major Jack Little, New England Federation guard, we saw that explosion last night, we were on our way to Hazel seeking other survivors. SIKH ROBERTS "We just blew the snot out of at least 50 of them critters, that started all this, Captain Sikh Roberts... Middletown Federation Pod exploration. The two shake hands. MAJOR JACK LITTLE "Sir, we are gathering in small groups everywhere, we are fighting back, for what it is worth, we can adapt." TORIC ROBERTS "This alliance we are forming with survivors, let's just not include the word Federation." MAJOR JACK LITTLE "Our hope is to form a global community against the Borq, we will simply be known as the resistance." They all begin to head to the house. BLAKE JOHNS "My father would have liked that." Katie rests her head on Blake's shoulder. In the group of woman we watch a young woman cough in discomfort. Tay,Sikh and Lucy are happy together again. Toric is conversing with a young woman who was rescued from the ship. Blake and Katie walk together slowly as Katie rubs Blake's back and still has her head on his shoulder, The new group lead by Jack follows. CUT TO: INT. JEFFERSON'S FARM HOUSE / BATHROOM Katie, still rough along the edges slowly opens the door to the bathroom, she spots the body of the young woman who was coughing earlier, she is bent over the toilet. Katie draws her gun, She walks up to the toilet, She lifts the lid, Looking down into the bowl, the tail spins around in the water, KATIE MOORE "We're going to beat you!" Katie draws up her gun and aims it into the bowl. KATIE MOORE "Oh, and while you're down there...a message from the Resistance...Eat shit!" She pulls the trigger, CUT TO BLACK FINAL CREDITS
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