What follows is the script for Gnosis Dreamscapes, wherein Professor Waite gets busy with her own brand of mad science, while our heroes and heroines face even more dangerous challenges than before.
A PDF version of Gnosis Dreamscapes is available here.
Gnosis Dreamscapes is a long script, so I’ve divided it into many sections for (I hope) easier reading, indexed below.
Introduction: Theology Lesson
Dreamscape I: Orientalism
Dreamscape II: Pirates
Social life at Gnosis
The Return of the Repressed
Dreamscape III: Plague
Gathering Allies
Dreamscape IV: Inner Nature
Dreamscape V: Cleansed
Conclusion: One for Two
Fade In:
Int. the colonel’s office – day
The office is an ornate private study in a mansion, very richly appointed. COLONEL JEREMIAH MADDER sits behind a massive antique desk, examining some papers.
An intercom on the desk BUZZES.
COLONEL
Yes?
SECRETARY (O.S.)
(on intercom)
Lieutenant Samson and Nurse White here to see you, sir.
COLONEL
Excellent. Send them in, and please arrange that we shall not be disturbed.
SECRETARY (O.S.)
(on intercom)
Yes, sir.
There is a BUZZ from the door. LIEUTENANT SAMSON and NURSE WHITE enter. Samson is wearing a hospital bathrobe and slippers. Nurse White is wearing a nurse’s uniform and carrying a small medical kit.
COLONEL
Come in my boy! Stand right there, please. How are you feeling after your surgery?
SAMSON
Quite well, sir. Thank you, sir.
The Colonel rolls out from behind the desk in his electric wheelchair.
COLONEL
The doctors have told me of your excellent progress, but I did want to see for myself.
SAMSON
Of course, sir.
Samson removes his robe and hands it to Nurse White and stand naked before the Colonel. He is a beautiful young man, well-muscled and well-endowed.
The Colonel looks Samson up and down.
COLONEL
And you really have achieved full voluntary control?
SAMSON
Yes, sir.
COLONEL
Show me, please.
Samson’s cock swiftly goes from flaccid to fully erect.
COLONEL
Most impressive, lieutenant. And back down?
Samson’s cock just as swiftly goes flaccid again.
COLONEL
And up again?
Samson swiftly become erect again.
COLONEL
Amazing.
SAMSON
I find it as easy as deciding to raise my right arm, sir.
COLONEL
And you can sustain that…state as necessary?
SAMSON
Nurse White is under orders to help me with a demonstration, sir. Nurse!
Nurse White reaches under her uniform skirt and pulls down her panties, stepping out of them while leaving the skirt on.
She then reaches into her medical kit and pulls out a tube of lubricating jelly. She puts some on her fingers, then reaches under her skirt again and lubricates herself.
She then leans forward, grabbing the desk with one hand while lifting her skirt above her shoulders with the other, exposing her buttocks.
Samson steps forward and unceremoniously penetrates her.
SHOT – CLOSE-UP – NURSE WHITE’S FACE
Nurse White grimaces and bites her lips.
BACK TO SCENE
Samson fucks Nurse White, making progressively deeper and faster strokes.
Nurse White MOANS slightly.
COLONEL
Enough. That demonstration is sufficient.
Samson withdraws from Nurse White.
COLONEL
And you have equal control over the ejaculatory function?
SAMSON
Yes, sir. Would you care to see it demonstrated, sir?
COLONEL
Please do, Lieutenant. And Nurse White, kindly make sure that there is no mess on my carpet.
Samson stands at attention. Nurse White leans forward slightly and opens her mouth.
Samson closes his eyes and draws in breath. Then he ejaculates forcibly.
Nurse White catches the first spurt of Samson’s ejaculate in her mouth, then leans forward to lap up the rest.
Nurse White returns to a standing position, reaches into her medical kit and takes out a cloth with which she wipes her mouth.
COLONEL
Excellent! Well done! At ease, Lieutenant.
Samson stands easy. His erection goes down.
COLONEL
Tell me, Lieutenant Samson, in any part of the sequence of events you have just gone through, did you feel any kind of unusual pleasure at all?
SAMSON
No, sir. None at all.
COLONEL
What did it feel like?
SAMSON
Just like ordinary voluntary reactions. Like raising my arm. Or urinating.
COLONEL
So the surgery has succeeded! I swear by my sainted mother’s grave, you have already made history, my boy. Do you know, St. Augustine, writing in City of God, recorded that Adam in the Garden of Eden before he fell into sin had full voluntary control over his erections and ejaculations. And now, thanks to science, you may well be the first man since Adam to have that ability. But this is just the beginning. You, my boy, are going to be a great agent of history, as well as serving God and country.
SAMSON
I am grateful for the opportunity to serve, sir.
INT. WAITE’S LABORATORY AT GNOSIS COLLEGE – DAY
The laboratory is dimly lit and quiet. A single bed stands in the middle of the room. Against a wall across the bed is a bank of computers, monitors, and so forth. A large mirror (actually a one-way window) is on the wall over the head of the bed.
ROB is lying on the bed under a blanket, still wearing a pair of wire-rim eyeglasses. He looks around somewhat apprehensively.
MICHIKO MAEDA enters the room. She is wearing a white labcoat and sneakers and carrying a clipboard. The labcoat’s top few buttons are undone, exposing slightly some of Michiko’s cleavage.
(Note: Michko is the same character as appeared in Progress in Research.)
Michiko sits on the side of the bed and glances at her clipboard.
MICHIKO
So, it’s Rob, right?
ROB
Yeah, that’s right.
MICHIKO
Okay, Rob, I just need to attach a few sensors here and then we can get started. Okay?
ROB
Okay.
Michiko gently removes Rob’s glasses and puts them on a nightstand beside the bed.
MICHIKO
You really won’t be needing those for a while.
Michiko attaches two wired electrodes to Rob’s temples.
MICHIKO
Could you lower the blanket a little bit please?
Rob lowers the blanket, exposing his bare chest.
MICHIKO
Thank you.
Michko attaches wired electrodes to the two sides of Rob’s chest.
MICHIKO
The next bit might be a little bit sensitive. Would you mind lowering that blanket all the way? If you don’t want to do it in front of me there’s a male research assistant we could turn over to. But you’re not embarrassed are you?
ROB
Er, uh, no. No I’m not.
Rob lowers the blanket below his knees, exposing that he is naked.
MICHIKO
Okay, great.
Michiko attaches a wired cuff to Rob’s cock.
MICHIKO
We usually find that guys are a little funny about other guys touching their penises, anyway.
ROB
Uh, what is that thing?
MICHIKO
Just a blood pressure cuff. Nothing to get excited about.
Michiko leans over Rob to look at a monitor.
SHOT – ROB’S P.O.V.
Rob looks right into Michiko’s generous cleavage, clearly visible in her open labcoat.
SHOT – MICHIKO’S P.O.V.
A monitor labeled PENILE PRESSURE, consisting of a colored line graphing something over time. The line spikes.
BACK TO SCENE
MICHIKO
(matter-of-factly)
Well, it appears to be working.
(resumes a standing posture)
You can draw back that blanket. Lie down and try to relax.
Rob pulls back the blanket and lies down.
Michiko pulls a small atomizer out of a labcoat pocket and spritzes Rob under the nose with it.
ROB
Are you sure that thing is safe?
MICHIKO
It’s very safe. I’ve used it many times myself. Pleasant dreams!
Michiko moves to leave the room. Before she exits, she stops before a light switch at the door, and turns the lights down all the way to dark.
INT. Monitoring ROOM – DAY
The room has low light, just like the previous room. The opposite side of the one-way mirror visible in the previous scene in the laboratory takes up part of one wall.
In the middle of the room there is an object resembling an illuminated glass bathtub with wires and cables snaking away from it and a few inches of a gel-like substance within it.
WILLIE and PROFESSOR REBECCA WAITE are concentrating on a screen as Michiko enters the room.
(Note: Willie and Waite are the same characters as appeared in Progress in Research)
As Michiko enters, Waite looks up and smiles.
WAITE
Excellent, brisk preparation of the subject, Michiko. Are you ready yourself?
MICHIKO
Thank you, Professor Waite. Give me just a minute here.
WILLIE
Professor Waite was just commenting on how good you are at the job.
Michiko steps out of her sneakers, then removes her lab coat. She is wearing nothing underneath except a push-up bra.
WAITE
Not just any woman could serve so well as a female neural template in the Dreamscape.
Michiko removes her bra and throws a seductive glance at Waite.
MICHIKO
Because I am so amazingly sensual?
WAITE
If you wish to put it that way, yes.
Michiko crosses her arms in front of her chest and frowns at Waite.
WAITE
You disagree, Michiko?
Michiko steps into the tub and eases herself slowly into the gel as she speaks.
MICHIKO
Oh I am ever so sensual.
(squeezes her breasts together before continuing)
It’s just that I never wanted to play to the stereotype of sensual Asian woman.
Waite grins.
WAITE
I am sure you’ll have the chance to shatter stereotypes with what is about to happen. Are you ready?
MICHIKO
Ever so.
WILLIE
Then let the dreams begin.
Willie types on his computer.
Michiko sinks into the gel until she is mostly covered.
MICHIKO
So warm…mmm.
Michiko closes her eyes. Her face and body go slack.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. A CROWDED SOUK IN DREAMSCAPE – DAY
Rob stands in the souk. Around him, merchants and customers haggle, urchins run about, etc. A general HUBUB of commerce can be heard.
Rob is wearing silken pyjama trousers, a vest, and a turban. He is carrying a large crystal vase full of roses.
Rob approaches the front gate of an exotic, Moorish-looking palace. As he approaches, the HUBUB dies away.
Two huge guards, GUARD #1 and GUARD #2, stand to the left and right of the gate, holding scimitars. As Rob approaches, the guards cross the scimitars threateningly with a CLASH, baring his way through the gate.
Rob places the vase before himself and kneels prostrate in front of the gate.
After a moment, a smallish door opens in the gate. The CHAMBERLAIN emerges through it. The guards put down their scimitars to allow him to pass.
Rob gestures pleadingly at the Chamberlain.
The Chamberlain makes a “begone” gesture with his hands, but picks up the vase, and takes it back into the palace. The door in the gate swings shut behind him.
Rob gets to his feet and backs away, bowing as he does so.
Rob stands in the souk. Activity swirls around him, but there is little sound. Rob gazes up at the palace.
SHOT – ROB’S P.O.V. – A HIGH WINDOW IN THE PALACE
The vase and the flowers are hurled out of the window by a person unseen and fall.
BACK TO SCENE
The vase shatters on the cobblestones of the souk with a CRASH. The flowers scatter. As soon as the crash, there are EXCITED YELLS and COMMOTION, followed thereafter by the resumption of the HUBUB.
Rob’s head slumps to his chest.
EXT. SAME CROWDED SOUK IN DREAMSCAPE – LATER – DAY
Rob approaches the palace gate carrying a jeweled necklace on a silver tray.
The guards bar Rob’s way with a CLASH of scimitars again.
Rob lays the tray before him and prostrates himself.
The Chamberlain emerges through the door, picks up the tray, and carries it into the palace.
Rob backs away bowing low.
Rob stands in the souk.
SHOT – ROB’S P.O.V. – THE PALACE GATE
The door in the gate opens.
A loud YELP can be heard from inside the palace.
A mangy mongrel dog comes running out the door. The dog is wearing the necklace as a collar.
The door slams shut.
BACK TO SCENE
The dog runs into the crowd in the souk. A swarm of urchins gathers and chases it. The dog vanishes into the crowd.
Rob’s head slumps to his chest.
EXT. SAME CROWDED SOUK IN DREAMSCAPE – LATER – DAY
Rob approaches the palace gate carrying an even larger tray, laden with fruits and sweets.
The guards bar Rob’s way with a CLASH of scimitars again.
Rob lays the tray before him and prostrates himself.
The Chamberlain emerges through the door, picks up, sways slightly under its weight, the tray, and carries it into the palace.
Rob backs away, bowing low.
Rob stands in the souk.
SHOT – ROB’S P.O.V. – THE PALACE GATE
The door in the gate swings open.
The Chamberlain, carrying a staff, emerges, followed by a SERVANT carrying the tray laden as before.
BACK TO SCENE
The Chamberlain walks into the souk, passing Rob and showing no signs of recognition. The servant follows three paces behind.
The Chamberlain stops and sniff the air, then points with his staff toward a stall containing pigs.
The servant carries the tray to the stall and dumps it in.
The pigs SQEUAL with delight as they rush to eat.
Rob’s head slumps against his chest.
INT. A SORCERESS’S CHAMBER – DAY
The chamber is a largish room with shelves heavily laden with books, bottles, wizardly apparatus, etc. Arched windows, which look out on a fantastic oriental cityscape, line one wall.
The SORCERESS sits on a stool before a table, on which sit various instruments, candles, and a memento mori>.
Rob kneels on the other side of the table.
The Sorceress looks at him quizzically.
SORCERESS
And so you would give up everything for the love of this Princess?
ROB
Yes, my lady, even my very life. I am in despair, for even the richest gifts that I could offer – the fairest flowers, the most precious jewels, the tastiest victuals – could win her favor. And I would rather die than fail. I beg your help, my lady, for you are my last hope.
The Sorceress regards Rob silently for a moment.
SORCERESS
You err gravely, young man, if you think that you might win the Princesses favor by any gift that can be only bought for money in the souk. You must offer up yourself for her pleasure, and that such will succeed.
ROB
I would offer anything.
SORCERESS
Only if you mean that to the very depths of your soul will I help you, and even then the price will be all that remains of your worldly goods.
ROB
I have spent all that was mine in vain efforts at courtship. I have nothing left but the clothes I wear and this signet ring upon my finger.
SORCERESS
Those will do. Wait a moment.
The Sorceress goes to a shelf and takes down a tray, which she sets upon the table.
The tray contains a phial, a jeweled casket, a piece of chalk, a sheet of parchment, a quill pen, a bottle of ink, and a piece of red sealing wax.
SORCERESs
Take this pen and ink and parchment, and write exactly as I dictate.
Rob takes the quill and dips it in the ink. He writes as the Sorceress dictates.
SORCERESS
(dictating)
Fair princess, for long I have loved thee from afar and wooed thee in vain with gifts that were the merest trifles. But now at last I have found a gift that I should hope that thou wilt not decline. It is said that women burn hot for the pleasure of having a man within them. I make an offering of myself to be a man within thee far deeper than any man might otherwise be. By the power of mighty sorcery I have reduced myself to a liquid essence, contained within the phial you shall receive with this letter. If thou wouldst, drink the contents thereof and thou shalt know pleasure beyond that any woman might otherwise hope to know. But then I humbly beg, that when thou art finished with my pleasing you so, that thou repairest to thy bath with the jeweled casket I herewith deliver. This casket does contain my essential salts which, dissolved in thy bath, might bring me back to my solid form, that I might love thee more.
Rob finishes writing and puts down the quill.
SORCERESS
Give me your signet ring, and remove all your clothes.
Rob hesitates for a moment.
SORCERESS
Whatever comes to pass next, you will not be needing any of them.
Rob removes his signet ring and hands it to the Sorceress,then undresses completely and places his clothes on the table.
The Sorceress fold the letter, then heats some sealing wax with one of the candles on her table and seals it with Rob’s ring.
SORCERESS
Now take the chalk and draw a large circle on the floor in front of me. To the right and left of the large circle draw two small circles.
Rob draws the circles.
SORCERESS
Take the phial and place it to the left. Take the casket and place it in the circle to the right. Then place yourself in the middle circle and face me.
Rob does this.
The Sorceress lifts her hands and gazes
SORCERESS
(chanting)
In the terrible name of Nyarlathotep, I hereby command the elemental forces. Take apart this man into water and earth in the midst of air, keeping all the fire, that he might know the love he seeks!
The Sorceress focuses her gaze suddenly on Rob and point at him. A bolt of blue force surges forth from her outstretched hand.
Rob’s face contorts in pain for a moment.
Then Rob appears to be pulled apart into two beings. On the left, over the phial, stands something that looks like a transparent Rob, as if her were made all of water. On the right, a cloud of sparkling dust-motes in his shape.
The forms hang there for a second. The Sorceress keeps her hand out, then pulls it in slightly, contracting it into a fist.
SORCERESS
Be you captured now!
The water and the dust both turn into swirling vortices, which spiral down and shrink, the water into the phial, the dust into the casket.
When this is done, the Sorceress steps out from behind her table. She puts a stopper in the phial and closes the casket.
She then picks up both objects, and places them on the tray on the table. She removes and arranges objects on the tray such that the tray now holds the phial, the casket, and the letter.
The Sorceress SOUNDS a small gong on her table.
A SERVING BOY enters and bows.
SORCERESS
Take this tray to the palace, exercising utmost care that nothing on it should be spilled. Give it to the palace chamberlain and tell him that it is to be given to the Princess.
The Serving Boy bows again, then carefully picks up the tray and leaves.
INT. THE PRINCESS’S CHAMBER – DAY
(Note: the the PRINCESS has the same animation design/is played by the same actress as Michiko Maeda.)
The bedchamber is richly appointed, with a huge four-pillar bed. Windows look out over a garden with fountains. Not far from the bed, a huge marble bath lies sunken into the floor.
The Princess stands wearing a long gown, staring out one of the windows with a bored expression on her face.
A CHIME is heard.
PRINCESS
Who is there?
CHAMBERLAIN (O.S.)
(outside the door to the chamber)
Your humble and obedient slave, highness.
PRINCESS
You may enter.
The chamberlain enters, bearing the tray with the phial, letter, and casket.
The Princess gives the Chamberlain a brief, disdainful glance.
PRINCESS
Place that upon my night-table. Then leave.
The Chamberlain places the tray upon a night-table next to the Princess’s bed. He then backs out of the room, bowing all the way, closing the door silently behind him.
The Princess walks over to the nighttable and picks up the note. She looks at the seal and SIGHS. She breaks the seal and reads the letter. As she does, her expression changes from disdain to curiosity.
The Princess puts the letter down. She picks up the phial and looks at it for a moment. She pulls out the stopper and smells the contents.
The Princess holds the phial in her fingers for a moment of indecision. She picks up the letter with her other hand and looks at it for a moment. Then she drinks the contents of the phial slowly.
Nothing happens for a moment. Then a surprised expression appears on the Princesses’s face.
The Princess sits on the bed and begins breathing more rapidly. She begins to touch herself, gently at first, then moving up to an increasingly frantic pace.
The Princess tears off her gown with a loud sound of fabric RIPPING, so that she is naked except for a lavish jeweled necklace.
The Princess hurls herself down on the bed and caresses herself.
PRINCESS
O Lords of Chaos! O Heaven and Hell! Rushing, running, coursing through me. Touching all…through veins and viscera, though my heart and through my brain, within my breasts and behind my eyes…coming… coming… everything coming… ahh… ahh… ahh…
The Princess writhes and shudders and gives a loud orgasmic CRY.
SHOT – PALACE CORRIDOR – DAY
The Chamberlain approaches the door to the Princess’s chamber, but hears another loud orgasmic CRY, and retreats.
SHOT – EXTERIOR OF THE PALACE – NIGHT
The palace is bathed in the light of a gibbous moon.
Another of the Princess’s orgasmic CRIES rings out in the night.
INT. THE PRINCESS’S CHAMBER – NIGHT
The Princess lies in her bed, naked except for her necklace and covered in sweat. Her eyes are half-closed.
After a moment she rolls over and takes the casket in one hand.
She crawls across the floor to her bath and eases herself in, leaving the casket by the rim of the bath.
After soaking for a few moments she takes the casket back in hand, opens it, and upends it into the bath water.
Silvery dust pours out of the casket into the bath.
The bath water turns milky white, the boils and roils for a moment. Meanwhile, beads of yellowish oil form on the Princesses skin before running off into the bath.
The roiling of the water stops. Rob’s head breaks through the surface of the bath,
Rob GASPS for air, the locks eyes with the Princess.
The Princess looks stunned for a moment, then grabs Rob’s head, pulls him toward her, and kisses him deeply.
Rob and the Princess kiss furiously several times. The Princess speaks in between kisses.
PRINCESS
My love…you are whole and solid. Lift me up from this bath. Take me. Enter me as a man should a woman.
Rob lifts the Princess out of the bath and puts her on her back on the floor by the side of the bath. The Princess lies down, her legs apart.
Rob and the Princess copulate in this position to mutual climaxes.
CUT TO:
Rob and the Princess lie curled together naked on the bed.
PRINCESS
My love, you have accorded a woman greater pleasure than any woman could hope.
ROB
Highness, there could be no higher honor.
PRINCESS
I beg you, do it for me again.
ROB
(pausing before he answers)
Highness, what I did for you could be achieved only by mighty sorcery, and the sorceress took from me in payment the very last of my worldly goods, down to the very clothes I wore in payment.
The Princess reaches behind her neck and undoes her necklace, hands it to Rob.
PRINCESS
Take this to her then. It is worth a king’s ransom. The Chamberlain will see to giving you clothes. Go, and hurry back, my love.
Rob looks down at the necklace in his hand.
INT. THE SORCERESS’S CHAMBER – DAY
Rob hands the Sorceress the necklace.
The Sorceress looks at Rob with a skeptical expression, then shrugs and takes the necklace.
EXT. VIEW OF THE PALACE – NIGHT
The palace is lit by a full moon.
Orgasmic CRY of the Princess rings out in the night.
INT. THE PRINCESS’S BEDCHAMBER – NIGHT
The Princess lies on her back in bed. A silken robe is over her shoulders. She is covered in sweat, her eyes half-closed. An unstoppered phial lies on its side next to a casket on a side table.
The Princess rises from the bed, her robe open. She picks up the casket and walks toward a window.
The Princess holds the casket in her hands for a moment and looks out the window.
SHOT – THE GARDEN BELOW BATHED IN MOONLIGHT
BACK TO SCENE
The Princess strokes her bare breasts with her free hand.
PRINCESS
What’s that, my love? You wish to leave?
The Princess strokes her belly.
PRINCESSS
I think not, my love. I am keeping you. Forever.
The Princess opens the casket and upends it out the window.
The dust in the casket pours out, sparkles briefly in the moonlight, and disappears.
INT. monitoring room – DAY
Michiko lies in her tub of gel, smiling. She slowly opens her eyes.
Willie and Waite watch their screen intently.
Willie then looks up.
WILLIE
Wow! Fantastic performance Michiko.
Michiko rises from the gel. Willie walks over and hands her a giant towel.
MICHIKO
Why thank you, kind sir.
WAITE
Well, I guess I’ll go and see how our subject is doing.
Waite leaves the room through the door to the lab.
INT. waite’s laboratory at gnosis college – DAY
Rob lies on his back under a blanket, looking somewhat fearful.
Waite enters the room from the adjacent room.
WAITE
So then, how are we doing?
Rob glances under the blanket somewhat apprehensively.
ROB
Well, uh…
Waite reaches into a pocket of her lab coat and takes out a packet of tissues, which she hands to Rob.
WAITE
Don’t be embarrassed. That happens with our male subjects all the time. These are for you. College laundry will take care of the rest.
ROB
Uh, thanks.
WAITE
So in your first words, how was your experience? Do you remember much?
ROB
It was kind of scary.
WAITE
Scientific progress means that we often have to face things that are kind of scary.
INT. A GOVERNMENT BIOWEAPONS LAB – DAY
DR. MORTON stands near a heavily-armored door.
There is a loud BUZZ. A light over the door changes from red to green and the door slides open.
The Colonel and Samson proceed through the door. Both are in dress uniform. The Colonel is wheeling through on his electric chair.
MORTON
Colonel Madder, Lieutenant Samson. Welcome to our test facility.
COLONEL
Thank you, Dr. Morton.
SAMSON
Sir.
MORTON
Won’t you come this way please, gentlemen?
The three men walk along a brightly lit corridor. As they walk, they pass windows in the sidewalls.
The windows look in on laboratory spaces, crammed with biological laboratory apparatus, which is being worked with by researchers in full-body bioprotectant suits.
COLONEL
I understand that you now regard the Thanatos virus as usable in the in the field, doctor?
MORTON
I believe it is, Colonel. It was a most exotic and difficult commission. But with appropriate modifications and catalysts related to endorphin production, we were able to create what you asked for. A demonstration in here.
The three men pause before a door labeled “Animal Testing.” Morton pulls out a key card and waves it before a lock, then places his hand on a biometric scanner. The door unlocks. The men go through it.
INT. ANIMAL TESTING SUBFACILITY – DAY
The facility is a long, low-ceilinged room. To either side of the men are rows of semi-horizontal windows, which allow observers to look down into animal pens. The room is lit dimly, but the pens brightly.
Samson peers to look down into one of the enclosures, then into the other.
INT. TWO ANIMAL ENCLOSURES/SPLIT SCREEN – DAY
The enclosures contain two male bonobo chimpanzees, on the left MOE and on the right LARRY.
MORTON (O.s.)
What you see here, gentlmen, are two pygmy chimpanzees, members of the species Pan paniscus. The control chimpanzee on the left, which we call Moe, is unaltered. The test subject on the right, Larry, has undergone a reduction in the hedonic regions similar to that which Lieutenant Samson has undergone. Each of thes subjects has been injected with the Thanatos virus. Now kindly observe.
In each enclosure a small door opens at the back, and another chimpanzee is introduced.
MORTON (O.s.)
We introduce a female Pan paniscus, each one in estrus, into each enclosure.
Moe and the female introduced into his enclosure circle each other, scream, jump up and down and soon begin to copulate vigorously.
The female introduced into Larry’s enclosure attempts to get Larry’s attention but fails. Larry ignores her, and instead attends morosely to a banana. Eventually, the female attempts to steal the banana, and the two chimps fight.
INT. ANIMAL TESTING SUBFACILITY – DAY
MORTON
Obviously a very significant behavioral difference. And a difference that makes a difference, for, as you can see over here.
The men walk to another pen and look down into it.
SHOT – INSIDE THE PEN
A single chimpanzee lies on the floor of the pen, covered in terrible running sores.
BACK TO SCENE
MORTON
This was Moe’s predecessor, similarly unimproved, similarly infected with the Thanatos virus. The neural substrates associated with the experience of intense pleasure triggered the virus, with results that you see.
COLONEL
And the virus is transmissible through sexual contact?
MORTON
Naturally.
COLONEL
It would seem, then, that if such a virus were to get out there would be real problems for the promiscuous and the pleasure-loving…a change in social norms would soon have to be in order.
MORTON
Social consequences are not my department. I simply engineer the biology to request.
COLONEL
Do you might if I speak to Lieutenant Samson alone for a moment?
MORTON
Not at all.
Morton moves off.
COLONEL
So you see what’s at stake here, Lieutenant?
SAMSON
Yes, sir.
COLONEL
And you are still willing to go through with this as our agent?
SAMSON
Yes, sir.
COLONEL
Then let’s be ready. First you get an injection. And then you enroll in college.
SAMSON
College, sir?
COLONEL
Gnosis College, to be precise. A notorious hotbed of fornication where your newly-acquired infective abilities will have the best chance of planting the seeds of a new and better order. And while you are there also, Lieutenant…
SAMSON
Yes, sir?
COLONEL
There will also be some wet work for you, a bit of cleanup that we need from an earlier operation.
SAMSON
(grinning)
A task I shall undertake with pleasure, sir.
EXT. GNOSIS CAMPUS UNDER AN OUTDOOR LIGHT – NIGHT
The scene focuses on a bit of path, illuminated by an outdoor light. It is otherwise dark. The ground is covered by snow.
Rob, JILL, IRIS, wearing winter coats, walk together into the lighted area. Rob and Jill are walking arm-in-arm. We can hear the sound of their INDISTINCT CONVERSATION followed by LAUGHTER as they walk out of the lighted area.
A moment’s pause. Then a single figure, wearing a long, rather ratty-looking winter coat with a hood, steps into the lighted area.
(Note: Jill and Iris are the same characters as originally appeared in Study Abroad.)
The figure takes off her hood.
CLOSE-UP ON THE SOLITARY FIGURE
It is JILL-PRIME. She looks tired and bedraggled. She stares intently ahead to where Jill has gone.
(Note: Jill-Prime is the same character as appeared in Invisible Girl, Heroine.)
INT. monitoring room – DAY
Willie is staring intently at a notebook screen. Michiko is submerged in her tub of gel, eyes closed, apparently asleep.
Professor Waite comes in hurriedly, wearing winter clothing. She takes off her coat.
WAITE
Sorry I’m late, though it looks like you and Michiko have matters well in hand. Who’s our lucky winner today?
SHOT – THE BED IN THE LABORATORY
BILL with electrodes attached, lies sleeping under the blanket.
WILLIE (O.s)
One William Brown, a skinny-looking freshman, prefers to be called Bill. Stared at poor Michiko like she was the Blue Fairy until he went under.
BACK TO SCENE
WAITE
Well now he should be in for an interesting little bit of REM. Do we have anything coming in yet?
WILLIE
Looks like things are just starting to come into focus.
CLOSE-UP – WILLIE’S COMPUTER SCREEN
Amidst the computer cluttered with icons and readouts for Michiko’s and Bill’s vital signs is a video window. It is filled with video snow at first, slowly an image beings to appear.
It is a three-masted sailing ship.
The grainy image of pixels on the screen sharpens into a full shot of the ship.
EXT. THE DECK OF THE SHIP – DAY
Bill is wearing an eighteen-century style captain’s uniform. He is looking out to sea with a spyglass.
Michiko, dressed as a high-born lady of the period, approaches and addresses him.
MICHIKO
Captain, I would speak with you.
BILL
What can I do for you, my lady?
MICHIKO
They say that there are Barbary corsairs in these waters, and that they are slave takers.
BILL
I should not worry were I you, my lady. Ours is the finest and the fiercest crew in all His Majesty’s Navy. And I did promise your father the Duke that you would be delivered safe to the convent school in Messina, come what may.
MICHIKO
(simpering)
You are so very brave, Captain?
BILL
You are most kind, my lady.
Bill resumes scanning the seas through his spyglass.
Michiko pulls a little mirror out of her bodice, toying with it and her hair from time to time.
MICHIKO
Is it not terribly lonely being captain?
BILl
A captain has his ship has his bride.
MICHIKO
And will have no other?
BILL
Not this captain, my lady.
MICHIKO
I see.
Michiko toys with her mirror some more.
After a few moments, a frown begins to appear on Bill’s face. He turns and calls out.
BILL
Mr. Christian!
CHRISTIAN, wearing an officer’s uniform, hurries to Bill’s side.
CHRISTIAN
Captain?
BILL
Escort Lady Michiko to her quarters.
MICHIKO
But Captain…
BILL
There is no time to discuss this now, my lady. Remember that I am the Captain.
CHRISTIAN
(making a leading gesture)
Come with me, please, my lady.
Christian and Michiko leave. Bill resumes looking through his spyglass.
After a moment Christian reappears, alone.
Bill hands Christian the spyglass.
BILL
(pointing)
Tell me what you see, Mr. Christian.
Christian looks through the spyglass.
SHOT – CIRCULAR VISIBLE AREA THROUGH THE SPYGLASS
A galley, swiftly propelled by oars, is approaching.
BACK TO SCENE
BILL
Sound General Quarters and prepare port guns, Mr. Christian.
CHRISTIAN
Aye-aye, Captain.
SHOT – AERIAL – LOOKING DOWN AT THE SHIP
Sound of a loud ship’s bell CLANGING.
The galley is swiftly overtaking the sailing ship.
Puffs of smoke appear on the port side of the ship, followed by the rumbling REPORTS of the ship’s guns.
The galley continues coming on.
BACK TO SCENE
Bill and Christian stand at the rail, looking grim.
CHRISTIAN
Captain, the galley is still coming on through our broadside.
BILL
Prepare to repel boarders, Mr. Christian.
CHRISTIAN
Aye-aye, Captain.
SHOT – THE DECK OF THE GALLEY
A crowd of CORSAIRS armed with scimitars, boarding axes, etc. and the ready stands on deck. The corsairs ULULATE and JEER.
SHOT – THE DECK OF THE SHIP
A crowd of SEAMEN stand, armed with swords, clubs, and muskets. They are silent and look grimly.
SHOT – BETWEEN THE SHIP AND THE GALLEY
Lines with boarding hooks are thrown from the galley to the ship. Corsairs begin to swarm across.
BACK TO SCENE
A confusing melee of seamen fighting corsairs is happening on deck. Bill is pointing and shouting an order, but cannot be heard over the general DIN of the fighting.
On the roof of a deckhouse immediately behind Bill, a boy corsair sneaks up behind him and hits him hard on the head with a belaying-pin.
Bill slumps to the deck, unconscious.
The shot fades to black, and the DIN fades out.
SHOT – BILL’S P.O.V.
All begins dark, then the sound of a SPLASH of water.
The CORSAIR CAPTAIN can be seen standing over Bill.
EXT. THE DECK OF THE SHIP – DAY
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
Get up, Christian dog!
Bill struggles to his feet. He looks around.
SHOT – ANOTHER PART OF THE DECK
Several officers and sailors on the ship, including Mr. Christian, have been stripped naked and are standing in a group. A BLACKSMITH and his ASSISTANT are busy putting them into irons.
BACK TO SCENE
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
Your crew will make excellent galley slaves.
BILL
Lady Michiko…
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
We have not found her yet, though we did find her ladies maid…
(gestures)
…cowering in her quarters.
SHOT – STILL ELSEWHERE ON DECK
ABIGAIL is naked and bent over a barrel. Her hands are tied to a rail. A huge BLACAMOOR is fucking her from behind.
ABIGAIL
Oh..ah…no..no…please…ooh…
BACK TO SCENE
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
She will make a pretty addition to some harem.
BILL
You wretch!
The Corsair Captain draws a scimitar and holds it to Bill’s throat.
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
English swine, you breath your last!
The Corsair Captain is interrupted by the voices of PIRATE #1 and PIRATE #2 coming from a hatch below.
(Note: The Corsairs speak where noted in Sabir.)
PIRATE #1 (O.S.)
My lord!
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
Why do you interrupt?
PIRATE #2 (O.S.)
We have found something in the hold.
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
Bring it up then, and place it before me.
After a moment, Pirate #1 and Pirate #2 enter, carrying a sea chest.
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
Open it.
Pirate #1 takes an ax and chops the lock off the chest, then levers the lid open.
The top of the chest appears to contain silks.
Sound of a WHIMPER from beneath the silks.
The two pirates pull away the silks, then pull out Michiko.
Bill tries to take a step forward, but is seized by PIRATE #3 and PIRATE #4
BILL
My lady!
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
Hah! Quite the precious pearl we have found in this oyster.
The Corsair Captain sheaths his scimitar and takes a knife from his belt. He slips the point of the knife under the top of Michiko’s dress and begins to cut.
Michiko trembles.
Bill struggles fruitlessly against his guards.
CLOSE-UP – MICHIKO’S FEET
Michiko’s clothes fall around her feet.
BACK TO SCENE
Michiko is standing naked on the deck.
The Corsair Captain LAUGHS.
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
A precious pretty pearl, indeed!
The Corsair Captain then turns and puts his knife at the base of Bill’s throat.
Bill glares defiantly at the Corsair Captain.
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
Perhaps, pig, you have not yet breathed your last. For I have thought of a more interesting fate for you.
DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. THE DECK OF THE SHIP – day
Bill and Michiko, now both naked, are bound to each other front-to-front. Their arms are suspended above from a spar. Their legs are spread apart and each ankle is bound to the other.
(Note: In the background of the scene at some point, Abigail should be visible. She has been packed into a crate, from which only her head protrudes. Her eyes are closed.)
The Blackamoor steps up behind Bill and penetrates him anally. Bill grits his teeth and GRUNTS. At the same time, the Corsair Captain steps up behind Michiko and penetrates her. Michiko WHIMPERS.
CORSAIR CAPTAIN
Yes my pretty. You’ll get the full measure of me.
The Blackamoor fucks Bill. The Corsair Captain fucks Michiko.
After a while the Corsair Captain climaxes with a GRUNT of his own and withdraws from Michiko.
PIRATE #1 steps up behind Michiko.
EXTREME CLOSE-UP – MICHIKO’S ASS
Pirate #1 pulls Michiko’s butt-cheeks apart with his hands to expose Michiko’s anus.
BACK TO SCENE
Pirate #1 penetrates Michiko anally. Michiko SHRIEKS.
SHOT – CAMERA PULLING BACK FROM BILL AND MICHIKO
The shot reveals two lines of corsairs, one lined up for a turn at Bill, another for one at Michiko.
EXT. THE DECK OF THE SHIP – LATER – day
PIRATE #5 GRUNTS and pulls out of Bill.
CLOSE-UP – THE ROPES BINDING BILL TO THE OVERHEAD SPAR
A hand holding a knife cuts the ropes.
BACK TO SCENE
Bill collapses on deck.
BILL
(croaking)
Lady Michiko…
MICHIKO
…is well, thank you, Captain.
CUT TO:
EXT. A DIFFERENT PART OF THE DECK – day
Michiko stands on deck. She is wearing the boots and three-cornered hat Bill was wearing before, and has her uniform coat draped over her shoulders, but is otherwise naked. A smear of Bill’s ejaculate is visible on her belly.
Michiko picks up a pirate scimitar and wields it with zest. Several corsairs standing around her cheer.
MICHIKO
How would you expect me to be in the hands of the crew whom I command as my own slaves.
The corsairs descend to bended knees.
MICHIKO
And how, after all, do you think that they found me?
Michiko drops the scimitar and bends over. She picks up the mirror she had before and turns it about so that it flashes in the sun.
MICHIKO
I am afraid I have other plans for my future than being a demure lady in a convent school, Captain. But I do thank you for providing me with such a fine ship, such an excellent haul of slaves, and, of course…
Michiko pauses and uses her index finger to scoop a bit of Bill’s ejaculate off her belly. She puts her finger in her mouth and sucks it clean.
MICHIKO
…for some splendid entertainment.
(commandingly, in Sabir)
Now throw him overboard!
Pirate #3 and Pirate #4 seize Bill and drag him to the rail. Bill stares back at Michiko with an astonished expression.
Pirates #3 and #4 lift Bill over the rail and hurl him over it.
A whale leaps out of the water and swallows Bill whole.
INT. MONITORING ROOM – DAY
Willie is staring down at his computer screen in amazement.
WILLIE
Wowee! Looks like Michiko has outdone herself this time.
Waite gazes contemplatively through the one-way glass at Bill.
WAITE
Keep in mind that the subject is the primary author of the dream. Still, I do wonder where people get some of the ideas they have in their heads.
SHOT – BILL SEEN THROUGH THE ONE-WAY GLASS
Bill has sweated so much that he has soaked through the blanket.
BACK TO SCENE
WILLIE
Don’t you ever worry that this is bad for someone?
WAITE
I think you’ll find that getting in touch with what is deep inside is good for you. And I’ll et on followup that this is exactly what we’ll find.
INT. A LARGE STUDENT COMMON ROOM – NIGHT
A party is in progress. The center of the room has been cleared of furniture to make a dance floor. Around the edge of the room are tables with drinks, snacks, etc.
Loud music BLARES. In the middle of the room young men and women are dancing. Around the sides, they get drinks and talk.
ALICE and MEG are standing at a keg, filling beers for themselves and talking loudly so that they can hear each other over the music.
ALICE
Who’s the new guy over there?
SHOT – ANOTHER PART OF THE ROOM
Samson is attempting to make conversation with a RANDOM COED, who looks rather bored.
BACK TO SCENE
MEG
I think his name is John something or other. Some kind of transfer student, I think.
ALICE
He sure is ripped. Is he some sort of athlete or something?
MEG
I dunno. I think he’s rooming with Bill. Looks like his skills in conversation don’t match his body.
SHOT – ANOTHER PART OF THE ROOM
Random Coed is extricating herself from her conversation with Samson.
BACK TO SCENE
ALICE
Maybe Bill sucked up all his mojo when he moved in. Look over there!
shot – STILL ANOTHER PART OF THE ROOM
Bill is standing and talking with Abigail, KSENIA, and JUDITH.
(Note: the Abigail in this and following scenes has the same design/is played by the same actress as Abigail the lady’s maid in Bill’s earlier dream sequence.)
Bill is smiling and talking animatedly. Abigail, Ksenia, and Judith seem to be following him intently. He then says something that causes all three women to make mock “I’m shocked” expressions.
Bill laughs. Then the three women laugh too.
BACK TO SCENE
MEG
Well, someone’s social skills look like they’ve just taken a turn for the dramatically better.
ALICE
I wonder if dancing skills can be similarly vampired up.
SHOT – THE DANCE FLOOR
Samson is attempting to dance. He does not appear to really be dancing with anyone in particular. He looks awkward.
INT. BILL’S DORMITORY ROOM – NIGHT
Bill, Abigail, Ksenia, and Judith are sitting in a circle around a pile of discarded clothes. Bill is shirtless. Ksenia is wearing only a bra and panties. Judith is wearing a shirt. Abigail is down to her panties only.
The four are playing some sort of card game. They lay down their cards.
BILL
‘Fraid that trumps, Abby.
Ksenia nudges Judith, who giggles.
Abigail pouts, then slides her panties off and holds them for a moment over the pile of clothes, before dropping them.
KSENIA
Look like you lose, girl.
ABIGAIL
Oh?
Abigail reaches down and strokes her clitoris.
EXTREME CLOSE-UP – BILL’S PANTS
The outline of an erection can clearly be seen through Bill’s pants.
BACK TO SCENE
ABIGAIL
Maybe actually I win.
Abigail reaches across the pile of clothes and hooks her hand into the top of Bill’s pants, giving him a tug toward her.
JUDITH
Whoa!
The door to the room suddenly opens, and Samson walks in. The girls SHRIEK. Abigail hastily grabs some clothing out of the pile and starts improvising an cover-up.
SAMSON
Shit!
BILL
Christ on fucking roller skates, buddy. Why do you have to walk in now?
SAMSON
Uh, sorry.
Samson hastily retreats, shutting the door.
INT. THE LOWER LEVEL OF THE GNOSIS LIBRARY – DAY
BRIDGET O’BRIAN is studying alone at a library table. A variety of books and papers are spread out before her. She concentrates intensely, apparently translating an Arabic text.
After a few minutes she breaks off her work and puts down her pencil. She raises her arms and stretches in her chair.
Bridget pushes the chair away, get up and walks away.
INT. elsewhere in the library – DAY
Bridget walks through a door labeled “WOMEN.”
INT. INSIDE A WOMEN’S RESTROOM – DAY
Sound of a FLUSH from one of the stalls.
Bridget emerges from one of the stalls and goes to wash her hands.
CLOSE-UP – THE LOCK ON THE DOOR TO THE ROOM
A gloved hand holding a key locks the door. Then another hand pastes a sign on the door that reads “OUT OF ORDER.”
BACK TO SCENE
Bridget finishes washing her hands, and turns on a mechanical dryer to dry them. There is a rushing WHINE of noise from the dryer.
CLOSE-UP – A VENTILATION GRILL BEHIND BRIdGET
A pair of gloved hands removes the grill, leaving the dark space of an airshaft behind.
BACK TO SCENE
Bridget finishes drying her hands. The dryer shuts off, but the WHINE continues.
A gentle breeze flutters Bridget’s hair backwards.
A look of concern appears on Bridget’s face. She walks toward the door to exit. As she does so, the breeze picks up into a wind, rippling through her clothes.
Bridget reaches the door and tries it, only to find it locked. The wind is now quite strong.
Bridget begins to be pulled backwards. The rushing WHINE is now quite loud. Bridget grabs onto the door’s handle and holds on.
BRIDGET
(barely audible over the noise)
Help!
SHOT – THE TABLE WHERE BRIDGET WAS SITTING
Gloved hands and arms in workmen’s coveralls collect Bridget’s notes, coat, etc. and stuff them into a bag labeled “Waste.” In the background a distant WHINE is heard.
BACK TO SCENE
Bridget is pulled further backwards by the now quite-strong wind. She looses her grip on the door handle. She grabs onto a sink and hold on.
The wind pulls her out straight, her feet pointing toward the airshaft.
BRIDGET
Ah…ah…
Bridget’s shoes are pulled off by the wind and sucked into the airshaft.
Then Bridget’s skirt and blouse tear away.
SHOT – THE AIRSHAFT
Bridget’s skirt and blouse are sucked in.
BACK TO SCENE
Bridget’s panties and bra are sucked off, leaving her naked.
Bridget glances backward, looking fearful.
Bridget then looses her grip on the sink.
BRIDGET
Aieeee!
Bridget is sucked into the airshaft and disappears.
EXT. OUTSIDE THE GNOSIS LIBRARY – DAY
Some sort of large van with the words “Kupler Duct Cleaning” on the side is parked by the side of the building. It is linked to the side of the building also by some sort of giant hose. A workman in coveralls is watching the hose.
A loud WHINE is coming from the van.
Suddenly a bulge appears at the library end of the hose, and works its way through the hose swiftly into the van.
The workman steps to one side, turns so that he is visible in the van’s side mirror, and makes a “thumbs up” sign.
The WHINE stops.
The workman disconnects the hose and places a panel back on the side of the building. He then folds the hose into the van, and closes the van’s rear door.
Officer JACK CLEARY walks by and waves at the workman, who waves back.
The workman then climbs into the passenger side of the van,and the van drives off.
INT. BILL’S ROOM – DAY
Bill is studying at his desk. Samson enters carrying a six-pack of beer.
SAMSON
Hey.
BILL
Hey.
SAMSON
Look, buddy, I’m real sorry about messing up your game last night. Let me make it up to you.
Samson holds out the six-pack to Bill. Bill takes a beer.
BILL
(opening his beer)
Stupid of me not to have put a sock on the door. It’s just that I didn’t know where that was going when it got started.
Samson opens a beer of his own and sits down.
SAMSON
No shit?
BILL
Yeah. Up to now I guess I haven’t managed to be that silver-tongued around women.
SAMSON
(cocking his head to one side)
What do you mean by that?
BILL
Well, lately I guess I just seem to be feeling sort…loose…at ease or something.
SAMSON
(grinning, holding up his beer)
We have this to thank?
BILL
No, strangely. It seems like I’ve felt this way ever since that experiment I volunteered for.
SAMSON
You have to tell me. What experiment? And how do I volunteer for it
BILL
Well, have you heard of Professor Rebecca Waite in the psychology department?
SAMSON
Uh, I think so. I’m new here, remember.
BILL
Well, she’s doing some sort of research on REM sleep…you know… dream sleep. And she’s been taking volunteers in her lab.
SAMSON
Really? So tell me about it, dude.
BILL
Well, to begin with, she’s got this really hot Japanese girl working as her research assistant…
INT. ST DOMINICK’S CHAPEL – DAY
Samson enters the chapel and stops before the alter, then crosses himself. He then steps into a confessional.
INT. THE CONFESSIONAL – DAY
SAMSON
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned.
EXTREME CLOSE-UP – SAMSON’S EYES
A bar of light – a retinal scanner – passes over Samson’s eyes.
BACK TO SCeNE
A flickering, holographic image of the Colonel’s face appears across the confessional grill.
COLONEL
Report, Lieutenant. Have you succeeded in any infections yet?
SAMSON
None yet, sir. The sexual mores on the campus, while undoubtedly loose, are not easily immediate to master for consensual relations and
(coughs)
…more forcible approaches seem contra-indicated by the nature of the operations.
COLONEL
What means are you undertaking to improve your understanding of…the social mores.
SAMSON
I am now following an interesting lead, sir, which I believe will work.
COLONEL
Keep pressing, Lieutenant. We need this operation to succeed. In the meantime, we have a subsidiary assignment. A termination.
SAMSON
Sir.
The image of Jill appears in place of the Colonel’s face.
COLONEL (v.o.)
The image you see before you is that of one Jill Keeney, a senior at Gnosis. What we need here is not an ordinary termination, but some rather messy wet work. Make it look like a sex crime, lieutenant. Use the DNA spoofing kit we provided you with to throw local investigators off the trail. We’ll FedEx you an appropriate sample…a two-time loser recently paroled in the Pleasant Prairie area. Someone no one will miss if goes to the gurney. The rest of the details I leave to you.
SAMSON
Yes, sir.
The image of Jill disappears and is replaced with the Colonel’s holographic image.
COLONEL
One other thing. It is possible that after completing the wet work, another individual, very closely resembling Miss Keeney, perhaps even claiming to be Miss Keeney, might appear on the Gnosis campus. This won’t be right away — Intel assures us a month at least. If this happens, Lieutenant, we need to capture this individual for reprocessing. If you find her, track her and bring her in. Use non-lethal and to the extent possible non-injurious means. Is that clear?
SAMSON
Perfectly clear, sir.
COLONEL
Good luck on your missions, son. Madder out.
The holographic image of the Colonel vanishes.
INT. OUTSIDE/INSIDE A MEN’S BATHROOM – CONTINUOUS – DAY
(Note: Shot as a P.O.V., as if with a handheld camera.)
We move down a hall and through a door. The door leads into a dormitory bathroom.
Sound of a RUNNING SHOWER and Rob SINGING (the song “Every Sperm Is Sacred” from Monty Python’s The Meaning of Life.
ROB
(singing)
Every sperm is sacred/every sperm is great./If a sperm is wasted/God gets quite irate…
The camera bobbles for a moment, then points down at the floor, where we see a pair of blue jeans, with women’s underwear inside of them, dropped on the floor.
The camera then looks back up at the shower curtain. A woman’s hand draws it aside.
Bill is showering. He then looks at the camera in shock.
INT. INSIDE THE SHOWER – IMMEDIATELY – DAY
Jill-Prime, quite naked, bounds up to Rob, throws her arms around him, and starts kissing him hungrily. After a moment overcoming his surprise, Rob begins kissing her back.
ROB
Jill! I…thought you had thesis work to do…
JILL-PRIME
Sometimes a girl gets into a mood, okay?
Jill-Prime reaches down and begins fondling Rob’s cock, which swiftly begin coming erect.
ROB
You’re acting like you haven’t seen me in weeks.
JILL-PRIME
That’s how I feel. And I want you.
ROB
You mean, now?
JILL-PRIME
Right here, right now.
Jill-Prime places her hands high on the tile of the shower and presents her rear to Rob.
JILL-PRIME
Don’t talk. Don’t play around. I’m wet and I’m ready and I want you.
Rob’s face takes an expression of disbelief turning to joy.
Then he vigorously mounts Jill-Prime from behind.
SERIES OF SHOTS – ROB AND JILL-PRIME HAVE A WILD AFTERNOON
–Bill and Jill-Prime sneak out of the bathroom, barely wrapped together in a single towel.
–Bill sits on the bed. Jill-Prime curles around and fellates him.
–Jill-Prime is atop Bill, copulating vigorously, her breasts bouncing.
–Jill-Prime on all fours on Rob’s bed, Rob behind her on his knees, positioning himself to penetrate her anally.
–Close-up on Jill-Prime’s face as he does so. Jill-Prime’s eyes close and her mouth drops open.
INT. ROB’S ROOM – DAY
Rob and Jill-Prime lie curled together under a blanket.
ROB
Wow. Why don’t you get into one of those girl moods more often?
JILL-PRIME
(giggles)
You seem to have rather a lot of guy energy yourself these days.
ROB
Well, a fellow can’t help but react to so much energy. You’re a fledgling political scientist, I would think that you’d find Thomas Hobbes put it best. “The appetite which men call LUST…is a sensual pleasure, but not only that; there is in it also a delight of the mind, for it consisteth of two appetites together…
(pauses, kisses Jill-Prime)
to please, and to be pleased; and the delight men take in delighting, is not sensual, but a pleasure or joy of the mind, consisting in the imagination of the power they have so much to please.”
JILL-PRIME
A power of the mind, eh?
ROB
It’s strange, but I do seem to have been feeling a little…frisky or whatever ever since volunteering for that sleep experiment.
JILL-PRiME
Sleep experiment?
ROB
You know, the one run by Professor Waite? You seemed a little peeved at my being around that assistant of her, Micky-what-her-name. You do remember that, right?
JILL-PRIME
(giggles again)
I’m envying no woman now.
ROB
(cuddling closer)
Well, I’m glad.
Rob and Jill-Prime lie in silence for a moment.
JILL-PRIME
Robbie sweetie?
ROB
(sleepily)
Yeah?
JILL-PRIME
I think I might have lost my room key in all this excitement. You wouldn’t still happen to have that spare I gave to you, would you.
ROB
Think so.
JILL-PRIME
Could you lend it back to me just for a while? I’m promise to get it right back to you.
INT. JILL’S ROOM – DAY
(Note: Jill’s room is a single in an old, pseudo-gothic building. It has wooden beams across the ceiling.)
A key turns in the lock. A somewhat disheveled-looking Jill-Prime enters.
jill-prime (v.o.)
Fucking assclowns thought they could hold on to me. But Jill Keeney is smarter and tougher than they can imagine.
Jill-Prime walks around the room, peering at various objects.
JILL-PRIME (V.O.)
Everything looks a lot like I left it.
Jill-Prime picks a photograph off the desk.
CLOSE-UP – THE PICTURE
It is a picture of Rob and Jill.
BACK TO SCENE
JILL-PRIME (V.O.)
Except the boyfriend, who mysteriously seems to have gotten a lot better. Something to look forward to.
Jill-Prime puts the photograph down. She walks over to Jill’s bed a picks up a teddy bear.
JILL-PRIME
Teddy!
Jill-Prime hugs the bear, then stares off into space for a while. Then she puts the bear down and walks over to Jill’s dresser. Jill-Prime picks up the photograph.
CLOSE-UP – THE PICTURE ON THE DRESSER
It is a picture of Jill standing next to a middle-aged man. Jill is holding a trophy and wearing a Gnosis sweatshirt. Both are smiling.
BACK TO SCENE
JILL-PRIME
Daddy.
A tear rolls down Jill-Prime’s cheek.
Jill-Prime then wipes away the tear.
Jill-Prime reaches into her jeans pocket and pulls something out.
It is a spring-loaded knife. Jill-Prime pops the blade out and stares at it for a moment.
JILL-PRIME (V.O.)
There can be only one. And I have suffered more to be the one. I am the one. She is the impostor. I will take my life back.
Jill-Prime snaps the knife back into place, and slips it back into the pockets of her jeans.
JILL-PRIME (V.O.)
Now to lie in wait. Shouldn’t be very long.
Jill-Prime opens the closet door.
Jill-Prime looks shocked and GASPS.
A gloved hand brings a sap down on Jill-Prime’s head.
Jill-Prime crumples to the floor.
INT. JILL’S ROOM – LATER – DAY
Jill-Prime is suspended with both wrists bound together from one of the beam’s across the ceiling of Jill’s room. A second rope is tied around her neck at one end and around the beam at the other. It is slightly slack.
Jill-Prime’s legs are pulled apart by ropes tied to objects on either side of the room. She has had a pair of panties stuffed into her mouth and tied in with a set of pantyhose. She is otherwise naked.
A chair has been placed in front of her. Samson stands behind the chair and looks up at her.
SAMSON
Say what you like about the Boy Scouts, we certainly do learn lots of things about woodwork and running lines and tying knots.
Samson takes a step forward and prods Jill-Prime’s vagina. Jill-Prime GRUNTS.
SAMSOn
And since we won’t let in any faggots, you can count on us to have an appreciation of certain things.
Jill-Prime tries to lift herself without much success, then looks pleadingly at Samson.
SAMSON
Oh, I’m afraid not. After all, the Scouts taught me to do my duty.
Samson unzips his fly. His cock hangs out limp.
Jill-Prime’s look changes to one of contempt.
SAMSON
And they also taught me self-control. Watch.
Samson’s cock promptly becomes erect. Jill-Prime WHIMPERS.
SAMSON
Now, now, we all have our part to play.
Samson stands up on the chair, pulls Jill-Prime toward him slightly, and proceeds to rape her.
Jill-Prime GRUNTS and MOANS, muffled by her gag. Samson’s expression remains impassive.
After a minute or so of this, Samson pulls out. His cock goes flaccid immediately. He tucks it back into his pants and zips up.
SAMSON
One would almost think you were enjoying that, you little whore.
Samson slaps Jill-Prime hard across the face.
SAMSON
But don’t think that I did.
Samson dismounts from the chair. He walks back to the closet, and takes out a toolbox. Out of the toolbox he takes a blunt-tipped syringe.
SAMSON
Have to make this look right.
Samson thrusts the syringe into Jill-Prime’s vagina and depresses the plunger, then pulls it out slowly, trailing a whitish fluid onto her inner thigh.
SAMSON
Now just one more detail. Remember this?
Samson holds up the spring-loaded knife Jill-Prime had before. He flicks it open. Before her face.
SAMSON
Nasty toy you have here, missy.
EXTREME CLOSE-UP – JILL-PRIME’S LEFT NIPPLE
Samson trails the point of the knife around the nipple.
BACK TO SCENE
Jill-Prime WHIMPERS, shakes her head as violently as she is able.
SAMSOn
Oh, now, do you really think I would do that?
Samson pulls the knife away.
SAMSON
I am sorry to have to cut out encounter short, but I’m afraid I am running late for an important appointment.
SHOT – THE ROPES ABOVE JILL-PRIME
(Note: The shot is composed so that Jill-Prime’s bound hands are visible at the bottom, and the slack rope around her neck is also visible, but no other part of Jill-Prime can be seen.)
Samson’s hand reaches up with Jill-Prime’s spring-knife and severs the rope binding Jill-Prime’s wrists to the beam. As He does so,Jill-Prime lets out a the sound of a SCREAM muzzled by her gag.
The rope to Jill-Prime’s wrists breaks. The rope to Jill-Prime’s neck goes taut. Jill-Prime’s SCREAM abruptly cuts off to a choking GURGLE.
Jill-Prime’s bound hands attempt to claw at the taut rope. They then go slack and fall out of the shot.
EXT. THE GNOSIs CAMPUS – DAY
Samson, dressed as a student and carrying a backpack, is jogging across campus, obviously in a hurry.
INT. WAITE’S OFFICE – DAY
Waite is reading over a dossier at her desk. She is wearing a white lab-coat and heavy glasses. Her hair is pulled back in a severe bun.
Samson enters abruptly, flushed and out of breath.
WAITE
(looking up)
You’re late, whoever you are.
SAMSON
Sorry, Professor Waite. I got stuck in a meeting that went later than I thought it would.
WAITE
And are you…
(glancing down at the dossier)
…John Samson?
SAMSON
Yes I am, Professor Waite.
WAITE
Please have a seat.
Samson takes a chair facing Waite. Waite leafs through the dossier some more.
WAITE
So, our latest volunteer. So Mr. Samson, it says here that you’re a recent transfer student…good psychological evaluation…and your most recent physical shows you to be in outstanding health and condition. Congratulations, Mr. Samson. It appears you are well suited for this study.
SAMSON
Would you mind going over again what you are studying exactly, Professor?
WAITE
We are looking at the effect of providing specialized neural stimulus on quasi-lucid dream states. We are testing a hypothesis that with the right inputs we can improve the narrative consistency and hedonic tone of quasi-lucid dreams versus a set of control subjects.
SAMSON
Uh, I see. And will I be in the test or the control group?
WAITE
I don’t want to bias the result by letting you know in advance, although we will of course let you know more in the post-experimental debriefing. I can tell you that subjects in the test group have reported an unusual degree of vividness in their dreams up to now.
SAMSON
I see.
Waite reaches into her desk drawer, and pulls out a fat sheaf of documents, which she hands across the desk to Samson.
WAITE
You’ll want to read these disclosures, also a questionnaire, and of course then there will be some consent forms to sign.
SAMSON
(briskly)
Yes, Ma’am.
Samson sits up straight and begins reading attentively. Waite regards Samson curiously.
INT. waite’s LABORATORY – DAY
Michiko fastens the blood-pressure cuff on Samson’s cock, leaning over him so that he can see her cleavage. She glances up at one of the monitors above.
CLOSE-UP – THE MONITOR
Flatline.
BACK TO SCENE
Michiko raises an eyebrow, then looks down and checks the cuff.
SAMSON
Is everything all right?
MICHIKO
Sure. Just checking to make sure everything is in place. You can pull up that blanket now.
Samson pulls up the blanket. Michiko spritzes him under the nose with the atomizer. Samson falls asleep. Michiko then leaves the room.
INT. THE MONITORING ROOM – DAY
Michiko enters from the dream research room. Willie is monitoring his screen, Waite is writing on a clipboard.
MICHIKO
What did this subject put down on his questionnaire for orientation items?
WAITE
Standard straight. Why do you ask?
MICHIKO
No response on the cleavage test. Not even a weak flicker. Just a flatline.
WILLIE
Yeah. I saw that on my screen too. Weird.
MICHIKO
Are we looking at a closet case here, Professor?
WAITE
There did seem to be something a little off about this one, or at least that’s the way he came across in the initial interview. A little too much eager to please and not any leer. I think you might be right about this one, Michiko, and that means…
WILLIE
Heh.
Michiko SIGHS.
MICHIKO
I suppose nothing in science comes easy.
WAITE
Quite right there.
Waite reaches into an inner pocket in her labcoat and pulls out a different atomizer. She tosses it gently underhand to Willie, who catches it. Willie sprtizes himself, then tosses it to Michiko, who does likewise.
Willie sets two chairs facing each other. He sits in one. Michiko sits in the other.
Willie and Michiko gaze into each other’s eyes.
WILLIE
Now just relax, relax, listen to the sound of my voice. As I count backwards from ten you will be falling asleep 10…9…8…you are beginning to feel yourself drifting out of yourself…7…6…you feel your mind drifting across the room towards me…5…4…subjective consciousness at the point from where you hear my voice…3…2…1….
(Notes: (1) Both Willie and Michiko’s eyes are closed by this point. (2) The convention of using character names in quotes for P.O.V. Switched characters, introduced in Progress in Research, is also used here.)
“MICHIKO”
…And when you awake you will see yourself as if you were me, and feel as if you were me. Awake!
Both “Willie’s” and “Michiko’s” eyes pop open.
“WILLIE”
Well, here we are again.
“MICHIKO”
Well, it’s what has to be done. You might have the nerve endings in unusual and glorious abundance, but I’m the one who has all the, er,
“willie”
Yes.
(tugs at front of his trousers, looks down)
I’ve often wondered how you guys manage not to go nuts walking around with these things all day.
WAITE
If we could kindly save the gender banter for the post-experiment boozing session, we really need to move forward.
“MICHIKO”
Okay, okay.
“Michiko” proceeds to undress completely, while “Willie” takes his post at the computer keyboard.
Just before getting into the tub of gel, “Michiko” runs her hands over herself sensually.
“MICHIKO”
Boy, you really do have the nerve endings in great and glorious profusion, Michiko.
“WILLIE”
Don’t you abuse that thing, boy. Remember, I know where you live. In fact, at the minute, I am where you live.
“MICHIKO”
Hmph.
“Michiko” lies down in her tub of gel and closes her eyes.
INT. DORMITORY HALL OUTSIDE JILL’S ROOM – NIGHT
Jill and MAUREEN approach the door.
(Note: Maureen is the same character as appears in Progress is Research. research and Invisible Girl, Heroine.)
JILL
So, care to come in for a quick drink after a hard evening’s theses-ing?
MAUREEN
I have to admit, the price is right.
Jill takes out a key and opens her door, stepping in.
She lets out a SHRIEK as she steps inside.
MAUREEN
Jill are you…
INT. JILL’S ROOM – NIGHT
Jill looks up, horrified, at the naked corpse of Jill-Prime, which is hanging from a beam.
MAUREEN
Oh my God.
A moment of silence passes as Jill and Maureen stare in horror.
JILL
That’s like…a mannequin or something, right?
Maureen walks up to Jill-Prime’s corpse and looks up at it. She puts her hand up, hesitating.
JILL
Right?
Maureen touches the corpse’s thigh. She promptly turns pale.
MAUREEN
She’s not a mannequin. She was a real woman.
Jill covers her mouth and goes pale.
JILL
But…who? She…looks just like me…
MAUREEN
(to herself)
She came back…somehow.
JILL
Oh God. I’m calling security.
Jill goes to pick up the phone.
MAUREEN
Wait!
JILL
What?
MAUREEN
This is your twin sister.
JILL
(pausing for a moment)
Are you crazy? I don’t have a twin sister.
MAUREEN
No. You do. I know because I was there when she was born.
JILL
You have completely lost it, Maureen.
Jill picks up the phone and begins to dial. Maureen steps over covers the receiver. She faces Jill very close.
MAUREEN
Listen to me, Jill. Listen very carefully. I think I might know what has happened here, and if I’m right we are both in very, very big trouble. At the very least, we can’t stay here. Let’s go to my room. Listen to what I have to say, and if you think I’m crazy then you can call security from there. But for God’s sake let’s get out of here.
The two women stare at each other for a moment.
MAUREEN
Please.
Jill looks up at the corpse and shudders.
JILL
Alright. I can’t stand staying here anyway.
The two women leave hastily.
INT. monitoring room – NIGHT
“Willie” and Waite monitor the screens.
CLOSE-UP – “MICHIKO’S” SLEEPING FACE
CLOSE-UP – SAMSON’S SLEEPING FACE
SERIES OF SHOTS – SAMSON’S DREAM
(Note: The following are shot in black and white, except where otherwise noted.)
–“Michiko” runs through a forest at night. On the trees hang many corpses. The sound of HOOFBEATS can be heard.
–A close-up of one of the corpses’ faces. It is Jill/Jill-Prime’s. Its eyes pop open.
–Samson is a knight in armor, riding on a black steed. He is carrying a shield with a cross on it.
–Samons rides “Michiko” down. She falls to earth. He leaps off his horse, and clobbers her with a gauntleted hand.
–“Michiko” sits bound in a box in a medieval-looking hall. At a high bench in front of her sit three judges in black hoods. Behind her, a mob of angry peasants HOWL and point accusing at her. The middle angrily points at her as well.
–Close-up on the middle judge’s face. It is the Colonel.
–“Michiko” is bound to a stake and surrounded by faggots. Samson sets fire to the faggots. They burn.
–Close-up on “Michiko’s” face contorting in pain as the flames rise around her.
–The execution site. Samson scoops up a pile of ash and tosses it into the air.
–The camera draws back to show that the execution grounds are in the middle of the Gnosis campus.
–The bits of ash transform into black flies, which swarm.
–A group of Gnosis students at the gymnasium pool, both male and female. All are naked and cavorting. Some are copulating. The files swarm inon them. As they do so sores and pustules appear on their skin. Distorted sound of SCREAMS as this happens.
–A second shot of same. The water in the pool has turned to blood. Only bones and rotted flesh can be seen around its edge.
–Samson, clad in a snow-white robe, kneels before a dais. A bearded figure in a purple robe wearing a crown steps forward and taps him once on each shoulder with a sword.
back to scene
Willie is sitting at the desk with his eyes closed. He is covered in sweat. His eyes suddenly pop open and he beings hyperventilating.
Michiko sits bolt upright in her tub, jumps up without bothering to dress or clean off, and runs over to Willie. She grasps his hands.
MICHIKO
Willie! Are you all right?
WILLIE
(calming slightly)
Great Lovecraft’s ghost! What the fuck is with that guy?
MICHIKO
I know, I saw it on monitoring.
Michiko cradles Willie’s head in her arms for a moment.
WAITE
Yes. I was monitoring too. Not a trace of the ordinary sexual arousal. Not a traditional sadistic electroencephalograpic profile, either. I wonder what is with that guy. I shall definitely have to encourage further followup.
WILLIE
Yeah, well, perhaps you can leave me out of it if you want to run a followup session. I mean…
Willie is interrupted by the RINGING of a cellphone.
Willie pulls the phone out of a pocket in his lab coat and looks at the caller ID screen.
WILLIE
I should probably take this.
(into phone)
Hey. Yeah. Sorry I kind of had something going on and…what? Try to be calm okay? I’ll get over as soon as I can.
(puts phone away)
Never rains but it pouts. Rebecca, I have some sort of emergency. Can we debrief later?
WAITE
(pauses for a moment)
Yes, okay. You look like you could use a little time away from the lab. But soon, okay.
WILLIE
Got it. I’m out of here.
INT. MAUREEN’S ROOM – NIGHT
CLOSE-UP on a table
Two pontarlier glasses, one full of milky-white liquid and another with some clear liquid at the bottom can be seen, as well as an opened bottle of “La Clandestine Absinthe Superiere.”
Maureen’s hand is pouring water into the second glass, which also turns milky white.
BACK TO SCENE
Maureen hands a glass to Jill, who takes a swallow.
MAUREEN
And so that’s the story. There’s some sort of evil conspiracy out there. They had their hooks into the State Home for Wayward Girls, and they were the ones who somehow created that other Jill we saw.
JILL
And if your story is true, then you’re not really Maureen, are you.
MAUREEN
As far as I’m concerned, I’ just as much Maureen as Maureen ever was.
Jill takes another sip of absinthe.
MAUREEN
I’ll understand if you want to call Security now and have me taken away.
JILL
It’s an absolutely crazy story. Except for one thing. Do you know Iris Brockman?
MAUREEN
Heard of her. Kind of a strange girl. Philosophy type, right?
JILL
She did study abroad last year,just like me. And she came back with a bizarre story about people duplication, just like you did.
Maureen nods.
JILL
So either you’re insane or I’m insane or we’re both insane and someone needs to make a phone call to the authorities right now or…there’s something in the story you just told and we’re now up against something really really evil and we need all the help we can get from anyone who’s not the authorities. How am I to decide.
MAUREEN
I can show you something that will help you make up your mind.
JILL
Please do, because in spite of the alcohol I think I’m about to lose it.
Maureen gets up, puts her glass down, walks into her closet, and closes the door.
There is a flash of bluish light.
The the door opens. The hollow clothing of Maureen walks out of the closet.
Jill GASPS.
JILL
The invisibility stuff! Oh my God! It’s true.
MAUREEN
I’ve started by reaching out to one of the few people I know who might understand.
There is a KNOCK at the door.
MAUREEN
And that might be him now.
(calling out)
Who’s there?
WILLIE (O.S.)
(outside the door)
Maureen, it’s me.
Maureen undoes the deadbolt on the door, letting Willie in.
Willie speaks as he is rushing, not noticing that he has stepped past Maureen, who is behind the door.
WILLIE
Maureen, I came as fast as I could, I…
Willie sees Jill, stops dead, and goes pale.
MAUREEN
Willie, what’s wrong? It looks like you’ve…
Willie turns around, sees what appears to be Maureen’s hollowed-out clothing talking to him, and faints.
MAUREEN
…seen a ghost.
EXT. OUTSIDE MENDEEEV HALL – NIGHT
Willie trudges through the snow, weighed down with an oversize backpack.
SHOT – A PATCH OF SNOW ILLUMINaTED BY A LIGHT
Two pairs of bare footprints appear at a walking pace in thesnow.
BACK TO SCENE
Willie arrives at the door of Mendeleev Hall, opens it, and holds it open.
JILL (O.s.)
Thank crap we’re here. I am freezing!
MAUREEN (O.s.)
Shh!
INT. STOCKROOM IN MENDELEEV HALL – NIGHT
Willie approaches a door in a bare basement room.
(Note: The door is the same door as Willie and Aloysius used to enter the steam tunnel system in Progress in Research.)
MAUREEN (O.S.)
So this is the place?
WILLIE
Yes.
Willie reaches into his pocket and pulls out a length of stiff wire, holding it forth.
The wire moves through space into the lock of the door, picking it.
The door swings open. Willie unshoulders the backpack he is carrying and hands it through the door.
A wireless phone appears to float back through the door. Willie takes it in hand.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
Help is on that speed dial. The one person I think might be able to figure something out.
WILLIE
I think I know who. You stay safe down there for now.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
You too.
The door closes.
INT. A MEDICAL SCHOOL MORGUE – NIGHT
ALOYSIUS KIM, wearing a white doctor’s coat, surgical gloves, and goggles, is standing over a nude cadaver laid out on an autopsy table.
Aloysius reaches overhead and takes hold of a rotary bonesaw. He buzzes it on a few times to make sure that it is working, then looks at the cadaver.
ALOYSIUS
Okay, Mr. Cadaver. Let’s see what pathological mysteries lie inside that skull of yours.
Sound of a wireless phone RINGING.
Aloysius grimaces, turns off his bonesaw, pulls the phone out of the pocket of his labcoat, and flips it open.
ALOYSIUS
(into phone)
Look now is not really a great time…
Pauses as he listens. Sound of an INDISTINCT VOICE from the phone.
ALOYSIUS
Really? I mean…shit!
(pauses and listens again)
Yeah. Okay. As soon as I can.
Aloysius closes the phone and puts it back into his pocket. He looks down at the cadaver.
ALOYSIUS
Well, Mr. Cadaver, it looks like you’ve earned a reprieve…for today.
INT. PROFESSOR WAITE’S OFFICE – NIGHT
Waite and Samson sit across the desk from one another. Waite is entering information into a computer. Michiko sits to one site, making notes on a clipboard.
WAITE
Alright, Mr. Samson, that’s about it for the exit questionnaire. I just need to do a quick dilation check…
Waite looks around her desk for a moment.
WAITE
Crud. Left my instrument in the other room. Would you excuse me for a moment while I go and fetch it?
Waite gets up and leaves.
After she is gone, Samson leans over toward Michiko. He grins.
SAMSON
So is it true what they say about Japanese girls?
MICHIKO
(looking up)
Excuse me?
SAMSON
Well, you know…
MICHIKO
Personally, I’ve always thought of Abe Sada as a fine specimen of Japanese girl, something of a role model, even.
SAMSON
Who?
MICHIKO
You know, Abe Sada. Oshima Nagisa made a famous movie about her, In the Realm of the Senses
SAMSON
I can’t say I’ve seen it.
MICHIKO
Oh.
Michiko goes back to writing on her clipboard.
SAMSON
So anyway…
MICHIKO
(cutting him off)
Are you into BDSM, John?
SAMSON
What?
MICHIKO
Because I’m really into being a dominant. Do you think that’s the sort of thing you’d like to play along with?
SAMSON
Uh…
Waite enters, eye-examination instrument in hand.
WAITE
Found it. Now, if you’ll just sit back and relax a minute, Mr. Samson…
INT. A STEAM TUNNEL UNDER GNOSIS – DAY
Aloysius and Willie walk along the tunnel, illuminating their way with flashlights.
WILLIE
Remember our first time down here, Aloysius?
ALOYSIUS
That was truly something.
WILLIE
Nothing like this, though.
Sound of SPLASHING near Aloysius. Aloysius’s shirt wrinkles suddenly.
ALOYSIUS
Oof!
MAUREEN (O.s.)
Aloysius!
ALOYSIUS
Maureen? Is that…oh yes, the technology. You learned better than I would have imagined.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
And it works better than you would have imagined. Jill is here too.
JILL (O.s.)
Hi, guys.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
So what now?
ALOYSIUS
Well, Willie’s been topside, following a hunch. Take a look at this.
Aloysius takes a small computer out of a bag and opens it. It starts playing video.
SHOT – THE COMPUTER SCREEN
The video is a reprise of the Samson-Willie dream sequence.
Aloysius pauses the video at the point where the face of the hanged Jill appears in the woods.
BACK TO SCENE
JILL (O.s.)
Oh my God. I’m going to be sick.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
Hang in there. Aloysius, where on earth did this come from?
ALOYSIUS
Willie can explain better than I.
Willie takes a deep breath.
WILLIE
I’ve been working with Professor Rebecca Waite…you know, in the psychology department. Anyway, Professor Waite has developed a novel brain-scanning and sensing technology that works in induced REM sleep. In effect, it allows two people to be jointly involved in the creation of a dream. And this is a dream that someone – one of our experimental subjects – had at Gnosis recently. At first I just thought it was a sick fantasy that some guy had, you know? But when I heard about Jill, or her twin sister, or whoever that is topside, I wondered if it couldn’t be a coincidence. So I guess I had to sort of…help myself to this footage. I mean, to such similar things, happening so close together in time.
ALOYSIUS
But there’s more, something perhaps even more interesting. Keep watching.
SHOT – THE COMPUTER SCREEN
Aloysius plays the video forward, until it reaches the part with the Inquisitor. He then pauses it.
BACK TO SCENE
ALOYSIUS
Does that guy look familiar to anyone?
MAUREEN (O.s.)
No.
JILL (O.s.)
Yes, I do. That’s a guy named Colonel Jeremiah Madder, brother to the late Senator. I saw him speak, tossing out red meat at that colloquium of right-wing lunatics Professor Gregg put together on campus last semester.
ALOYSIUS
And the late Senator Burton Madder, whose brother this lunatic military half-man is, will not soon be forgotten at Gnosis, as he made an unfortunate and what appears to have been terminal appearance here right at the time that Moira Weir and some of her friends vanished.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
(somewhat sourly)
I knew there would be a reason for your investigatory zeal, Aloysius.
ALOYSIUS
You would think that Colonel Madder might have retired – the Madder family has a lot of inherited money – but he still seems to be on active service. Our on the web there are rumors kicking around that he’s tied up in military intelligence somehow.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
Oh no…
JILL (O.s.)
And now he’s showing up in some sicko’s dreams.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
We are in really deep trouble.
JILL (O.s.)
Whose dreams, Willie?
WILLIE
Well, experimental ethics and all…
JILL (O.s.)
Believe it or not, Willie, I actually have killed a man in my life.
WILLIE
The guy’s name is John Samson. He’s some sort of transfer student from a military academy.
There are a few moments of silence.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
Why is Professor Waite running this set of experiments, Willie?
WILLIE
(clearing his throat)
She is testing a hypothesis that under the right conditions, the experience of having dreams like these is sexually liberatory.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
And why exactly is military sicko boy, who I grant is our only lead into this mess, so interested in being sexually liberated?
INT. A FRESHMAN GIRLS’ DORM COMMON ROOM – DAY
MARIE, NOREEN, OLIVE, and PAMELA are sitting on chairs and a sofa. Marie is in shorts and a t-shirt.
NOREEN
I can’t believe you actually mde a bet like this.
MARIE
Well, he talked so big I just had to see if I could call him on it.
OLIVE
You really think he’s going to show up?
MARIE
That or face humiliation, because we made this bet in front of witnesses.
PAMELA
You think there’s any chance he can perform?
MARIE
Well, most guys I think would be just too nervous, and given that the terms are that he just has to stand there and perform, I think not. There’s always that story about Pedro Gonzalez at last year’s Omega initiation, but I’m not sure I believe that, and anyway, we’re keeping our clothes on, for now…
OLIVE
For now?
MARIE
There are the terms of the bet.
PAMELA
Say what?
MARIE
If he can do it, then he can do me.
NOREEN
You slut!
MARIE
Hey, college is about having fun, isn’t it. It’s not like it’s the 1950s anymore.
OLIVE
And how.
PAMELA
And what if he loses?
MARIE
Then we get to keep his clothes, and he walks back to his dorm naked.
GIGGLES from the four women.
There is KNOCK at the door.
MARIE
That’s probably our special guest now.
(more loudly)
Come in!
Samson enters the room. He stands before the four women. There is a moment of silence.
SAMSON
I’m ready if you are.
MARIE
Okay. So show us what you’ve got.
Samson nods. He disrobes, folding each item of his clothing carefully and placing it on the back of a chair. At the end of this process he stands naked before the four women at parade rest.
PAMELA
You have to admit he is well-muscled.
OLIVE
And well hung.
MARIE
But he’s still Mr. Floppy-Cock, unless he has something else to show us.
SAMSON
Watch.
Samson closes his eyes in concentration. His cock promptly becomes erect.
OOHS and AAHS and a WHISTLE from the four women.
MARIE
Oh…my God.
SAMSON
Looks like I won the bet.
OLIVE
(aside, to Pamela)
Looks like someone came prepared to lose.
CLOSE-UP – MARIE’S SHORTS
Marie’s hand has strayed into her shorts. She is stoking herself.
BACK TO SCENE
MARIE
Okay, Mr. Phallus-God. You do win. When and where?
SAMSON
How about right here and right now.
MARIE
Oh yeah? How about if my girlfriends here stay and cheer us on? You man enough to keep going with that?
SAMSON
You bet I am.
MARIE
Well then…
Marie whips off her shirt and her shorts, leaving herself naked. She sits down on a comfy chair and spreads her legs, stroking her clitoris.
MARIE
Come and get it. Or get it and come. Whichever.
GASPS from the other three women.
PAMELA
Marie!
MARIE
C’mon Pamela. Have a sense of adventure. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. Just a natural act and…uhhh
Marie is cut off as Samson penetrates her.
MARIE
A really fun one…ohhh…
Marie and Samson copulate, slowly at first, then picking up speed.
OLIVE
Yeah. All right!
PAMELA
Olive!
OLIVE
Aw, don’t be so repressed, Pamela.
Olive and Noreen cheer on Marie and Samson’s copulation, while Pamela sits, looking scandalized.
After a while Marie CLIMAXES rather noisily, and Samson withdraws silently.
Samson returns to standing at parade rest in front of the women and grins. Marie smiles and closes her eyes.
NOREEN
Whoa! Way to go!
PAMELA
Appalling. I’ll bet he didn’t even come.
MARIE
(blushing)
Oh, but he did.
PAMELA
Well, then I’ll bet he isn’t doing that again soon.
SAMSON
Bet you’re wrong.
Samson closes his eyes and concentrates, and promptly becomes fully erect again.
The women look at each other, astonished.
OLIVE
Do you like…already have a girlfriend?
NOREEN
More to the point, perhaps, Pamela here ought to be thinking about what happens to girls who lose bets with John Samson. Though I guess perhaps she’s a little to repressed to actually pay up on such bets.
Pamela stands up like a shot.
PAMELA
(outraged)
I’ll show you who’s repressed!
Pamela tears off her sweater, ripping off buttons as she does so. She struggles out of her bra, then drops her skirt and panties.
She gets down on her knees and presents her backside to Samson.
PAMELA
You like fucking? Then I dare you to keep it up for another round. Go on. Fuck me. Fuck me like an animal, if you can.
SAMSON
Happy to oblige, miss.
Samson mounts Pamela from behind. Pamela GRUNTS and then MOANS.
SAMSON
You’re a little tight…you sure you want me to go on?
PAMELA
Don’t you dare stop, John Samson.
As they copulate, NOREEN and OLIVE nudge each other and giggle. Then they start slowly disrobing themselves.
INT. ABANDONED THEATER IN ALUMNI HALL – DAY
Aloysius is standing alone on the stage, fiddling with a complex-looking piece of apparatus.
Willie enters, apparently alone, and carrying a large backpack.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
What is this place?
WILLIE
The abandoned theater in old Alumni Hall. Another little dividend to my hours of browsing Gnosis architectural arcana in the library. Most isolated place we could get to without having to go out of the tunnel system.
JILL (O.s.)
I guess it’s a blessing that the college never bothered to tear this old pile down.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
Ho there, Aloysius. How’s the technology.
ALOYSIUS
Something of a bitch getting power supplied and calibration working in this dusty environment, but I think we can manage.
MAUREEN (O.s.)
Well, let’s give it a go. It would be kind of nice to walk around in, you know, clothes again.
ALOYSIUS
Right.
Aloysius fiddles with some switches on the apparatus. There is a hum, then a flash of blue light, and Maureen appears, naked.
Willie, somewhat averting his eyes, reaches into the backpack and takes out a robe, which he hands to Maureen. Maureen puts it on.
This procedure is repeated with Jill.
JILL
So now what? Willie, did you have any success finding out if the other women who might know about this human duplicating thing, Iris, Cleo, and Bridget at least, are okay.
WILLIE
I called and asked around. Cleo and Iris I talked to on the phone. Iris is going out of town on some sort of trip to an art museum. Cleo was insistent that she could take care of herself. She sounded a little weird, though, kind of out of it or preoccupied.
JILL
And Bridget? You got in touch with Bridget, right?
WILLIE
(looking downcast)
I couldn’t reach her, and her suitemates say they haven’t seen her for a few days. I’m not sure what to say.
MAUREEN
Oh no…
WILLIE
The best I can say is that there doesn’t seem to be any kind of body anywhere.
There are a few moments of silence.
MAUREEN
We really are in deep, aren’t we?
ALOYSIUS
Maureen, let’s not leap to conclusions…
MAUREEN
They’re coming to wipe us out…whoever they are.
JILL
And my…double? Sister? Whoever that was? You took care of making sure she won’t be found hanging in my room, right? All the people who would freak out if…
WILLIE
Aloysius figured out a way to take care of her.
JILL
Decently, yes? Please tell me something good.
WILLIE
Well, he sort of dissolved her.
JILL
What!
WILLIE
He, er, dissolved her.
JILL
You dissolved my double’s body? In what? Acid? Aloysius, what on earth…
ALOYSIUS
I did not dissolve her in acid.
JILL
Well that’s a relief, for a minute I thought…
ALOYSIUS
I did, however, reduce her to a liquid form, though, to simplify transport and analysis.
(takes a small vial out of his pocket and holds it up for all to see)
Here.
JILL
I think I’m going to be sick.
MAUREEN
Aloysius, I hope you have a very good explanation for all this.
ALOYSIUS
Aside from the fact that it would be..shall we say, a little awkward, to be seen carrying a dead body around campus?
Aloysius stares into space for a moment. Then he walks over to a table on the stage and opens a notebook computer sitting there.
ALOYSIUS
What I am about to show all of you is something I would normally never show anyone, but seeing as we all seem to be in deep into some kind of converging evil conspiracy, I shall. But only if you all swear to secrecy. Do you agree?
WILLIE
Yes.
MAUREEN
Yes.
JILL
(choking back tears)
Yes.
ALOYSIUS
Alright then. Gather round.
Jill, Maureen, and Willie all gather round so that they can see the screen of the computer.
SHOT – ALOYSIUS’S COMPUTER SCREEN
The screen is only an Ubuntu desktop to begin with, then a pop-up box appears for mounting a TrueCrypt drive, which Aloysius does He then uses a terminal prompt to open a video clip within the drive.
ALOYSIUS (v.o.)
What you are about to see is video footage that was created, or at least retained by, Moira Weir, I believe. It had to do with some peculiar scientific work she was a part of before she disappeared.
(Note: The image on Aloysius’s screen sharpens slightly, but not entirely.)
(Note: There is a time counter in the lower right-hand corner of the screen.)
NANETTA RECTOR, naked, walks up to the platform of the Apsinthion Protocol device. She mounts the platform and turns around to face the camera.
(Note: Nanetta is the same character as in the Apsinthion Protocol, and this scene is the same as Nanetta’s P.O.V. sequence in that script, but this time shot as if by a camera positioned where Moira Weir would have been in that scene.)
MAUREEN (O.S.)
That’s Nanetta Rector! What on earth is she doing?
WILLIE (O.S.)
And where on earth are her clothes? I swear sometimes I feel like I’m living in a poorly-written exploitation movie.
Sound of an INDISTINCT MALE VOICE.
NANETTA
(in a mock-Southern accent)
I’m ready for my screen test, Mr. DeMille.
Sound of a reproachful INDISTINCT MALE VOICE.
FEMALE VOICE (O.s.)
Apsinthion Protocol commencing.
Sound of electric motors WHIRRING.
The Apsinthion Device’s transparent tube descends over Nanetta, enveloping her.
Sound of an INDISTINCT FEMALE VOICE.
Nanetta smiles and makes a thumbs-up gesture.
Sound of a brief HISS.
FEMALE VOICE (O.s.)
Environmental seal established. Operations phase commencing. Warning! Extinction of subject can result from any attempt to interrupt the protocol at this point.
JILL (O.S.)
What on earth?
Nanetta is bathed in golden light. The Apsinthion Device tube begins to fill with fluid, and then Nanetta begins to dissolve from her feet up.
JILL (O.S.)
Oh my God!
reverse shot
Aloysius, Maureen, Willie, and Jill stare down at the screen of Aloysius’s computer, their faces illuminated by its glow.
Aloysius watches with intense concentration.
Maureen and Jill wear expressions of horror.
Willie looks on amazed.
JILL
They’re killing her!
Sounds of Nanetta’s orgasmic MOANS and CRIES come from the computer’s speakers.
WILLIE
Yeah, but it looks like she’s even enjoying it.
The four watch for a moment more.
Maureen covers her eyes.
MAUREEN
Aloysius please stop this.
ALOYSIUS
(glancing over his shoulder at Maureen)
Maureen, no one dies here, in spite of what it might look like. Take your hands away from your eyes. I’ll fast forward through the rest.
Maureen uncovers her eyes somewhat hesitantly.
close-up: the computer screen
The action now runs in fast-forward. The tube is now full of fluid. The device’s plunger descends, forcing the fluid out to of the tube. The device then lifts off the platform.
ANWEI LI, also naked walks up to the platform and stands on it, facing the camera.
SQUEAL of voices in fast forward.
The tube descends, fills with fluid, and Anwei rapidly dissolves away. The plunger empties the tube a second time, then lifts off the platform.
WILLIE (O.S.)
So now what?
aloysius (o.s.)
Nothing happens for a good long while Whatever was going on, the camera wasn’t pointing at, much to my regret.
Aloysius speeds up the fast forward some more, so that several minutes pass by in a few seconds.
ALOYSIUS (O.S.)
Then finally someone had the sense to repoint the camera. Unfortunately they didn’t repoint the microphone, so the sound is messed up.
The camera repoints toward an open pool in the laboratory of PROFESSOR JOSEPH CORWIN.
Corwin and MOIRA WEIR walk into view and stand by the edge of the pool. Corwin hands Moira something and nods. Moira tosses it into the pool.
Corwin and Moira stare into the pool for a little while. The water appears to bubble and roil on the surface.
After a moment Nanetta emerges from the pool, still naked and now dripping wet.
Nanetta and Moira look at each other and exchange a brief kiss. Moira appears to ask Nanetta something. Nanetta closes her eyes, smiles broadly, and shudders, as if with pleasure.
Corwin hands Moira something else. Moira hands it on to Nanetta. Nanetta tosses it into the pool.
The waters roil as before. Then Anwei emerges from the pool, just like Nanetta.
Moira appears to ask Anwei as question. Anwei smiles slightly, bows her head, and blushes.
Aloysius stops the video.
back to scene
MAUREEN
So what just went on her, Aloysius?
ALOYSIUS
You know of course that I’ve wanted for a long time to…find out what happened to Moira.
Maureen nods.
ALOYSIUS
In the course of looking around, I found various notes and records that she left. These indicate that she was working with Professor Corwin, and that apparently just before he disappeared, he had worked out some kind of transtation technology.
JILL
What?
ALOYSIUS
Something that allows you to reduce someone’s material form to a small amount of information-preserving liquid, and then, with the right chemicals, bring them back. Just like we saw. He called it the Apsinthion Protocol.
JILL
That is crazy. Surely what we saw here was just some weird sexual game.
ALOYSIUS
Yeah, so I thought to. But there was enough in Moira’s notes that I was able to reverse engineer part of the protocol.
MAUREEN
You mean…
ALOYSIUS
I have the turning into liquid part down.
MAUREEN
And the bringing back?
aloysius
Maureen, I am convinced that this technology is incredibly dangerous and there are lots of things about it that I still don’t understand, which is why it is so maddeningly frustrating to have that gap in the video. At this stage I would never knowingly attemt it with another human being.
close-up – Maureen’s face
MAUREEN
(as if something just became clear)
Knowingly…
back to scene
JILL
And my double…
ALOYSIUS
…was dead, and had been so for several hours. There was nothing that we could have done. I preserved a sample of her product in liquid nitrogen and perhaps someday with the right technology…
Jill nods, her chin slumping to her chest and tears coming down her cheeks. Maureen takes her in her arms to comfort her.
WILLIE
So now what? It looks like our only lead on anything is this John Samson guy.
INT. A FRESHMAN GIRLS’ DORM COMMON ROOM – DAY
Noreen is doing chin-ups on a bar mounted across a closet. She is naked. Samson stands behind her, his cock inside of her. Noreen moves up and down on it with her chin-up moves.
The other girls whistle and cheer encouragement as this goes on.
INT. ABANDONED THEATER IN ALUMNI HALL – DAY
Aloysius, Willie, Maureen, and Jill sit around a card table set up on stage on folding chairs. Maureen and Jill are now dressed in normal student clothes.
Maureen pases around mugs of tea.
JILL
Theres’s one thing I could think of.
WILLIE
Which is?
JILL
If this John Samson guy really is somehow mixed up in all this…if he had something to do with disappearing Bridget and murdering my double, how do you think he would react if he saw me.
MAUREEN
Jill, you’re not thinking of…
JILL
If maybe you guys could get out there and at least back me up some.
Willie and Aloysius exchange glances.
WILLIE
And Maureen holds things down here…seing as it migth be best if she’s not out?
MAUREEN
And what if we find out something?
JILL
Maybe nothing connects to nothing. Maybe this guy is just some sort of lone psycho. Either way, we can’t skulk in here forever.
ALOYSIUS
Okay. But Willie and I hold close.
MAUREEN
I really don’t like being alone here.
JILL
I promise. I’ll only be out for a very short time.
ext. gnosis campus – day
Samson is talking to a COED, and clearly putting the moves on her, when Jill walks by.
JILL
(smiling)
Hi there, John Samson.
Jill continues on. Samson freezes, then looks at her.
samson
(muttered, to himself)
Intel was wrong…
coed
John? Is something wrong?
SAMSON
(to Coed)
Uh, would you excuse me? Something just came up.
ext. a small door outside alumni hall -day
Jill steps up to the door, looks around then slips inside.
A moment passes. Then suddenly Samson appears out of nowhere before the door. He is carrying a backpack. He also slips inside.
willie (v.o.)
Shit! He is following her.
int. just inside alumni hall – day
It is a dusty, disused corridor.
The door is a double door. Samson reaches into his backpack and pulls out a pry-bar, which he slips between the handles. Then he pulls a tranquilizer gun
Samson pauses and is still, listening.
Sound of a distant DOOR OPENING and CLOSING.
Samson heads in the direction of the noise.
EXT. A SMALL DOOR OUTSIDE ALUMNI HALL – DAY
Willie and Aloysius run up to the door. They try to open it, but it is stuck by Samson’s pry-bar in the handles on the other side.
WILLIE
Shit! Shit! Shit!
ALOYSIUS
Okay, just try to be calm. We’re equal to this.
Aloysius pulls a multitool out of his back pocket and wedges it between the doors.
ALOYSIUS
A bar…stuck. Okay. Probably I can work this out.
Aloysius works on the door.
INT. ABANDONED THEATER IN ALUMNI HALL – DAY
Jill walks out about halfway across the stage.
JILL
Maureen? Are you here? Are you okay?
close-up – one side of the stage
A hand holding a tranquilizer gun.
return to scene
JILL
Maureen?
Sound of a THUD.
Samson goes down, tackled from behind by Maureen
Jill turns and shrieks
Samson drops his gun and manages to roll away from Maureen.
Maureen tries to scramble to her feet, but Samson manages to kick her hard in the stomach. Maureen collapses, gasping and wretching.
Samson and Jill face off. Jill assumes a fighting stance.
(Note: Jill does know something about fighting. Her stance is correct.)
Samson screws up his face in a contemptuous expression, then extends his hand and makes a “bring it on” gesture at Jill.
Jill attempts a few attacks, which Samson fends off or parries easily. He then lands a single blow which knocks Jill unconscious.
SAMSON
That will teach you to fight with Special Forces. We never lose.
Samson picks up his tranquilizer gun and tucks it into his wasteband. He then pulls out the spring-loaded knife he had earlier and opens it.
He picks Maureen up by the hair. She is still coughing and wretching. He puts the knife to her throat and turns her around to face the unconcious form of Jill.
SAMSON
Say goodbye to your friend. She’s coming with me, not to return. And as for you…
Samson is about to cut Maureen’s throat when there is suddenly a loud HISS from above. Samson looks up, as if involuntarily.
A jet of some kind of black liquid hits Samson in the eyes.
Samson SCREAMS, dropping both the knife and Maureen. He starts clawing at his eys.
Samson then falls off the stage with a THUD.
Maureen manages to pull herself up and look up.
shot – maureen’s p.o.v.
Something indistinct above in the catwalk disappears, making SKITTERING NOISES as it does so.
(Note: the SKITTERING NOISES should be approximately the same as those heard by Cleo when she first entered the rainforest with Tandelayo in Study Abroad.)
back to scene
At the this moment Willie and Aloysius run in.
int. A back room behind the stage – day
Samson has been thoroughly tied to a chair.
Aloysius confronts him.
ALOYSIUS
So, John Samson, assuming that’s who you are. I must say I am not impressed. You come in here, stalking my friends, and trying to murder them. Indeed, perhaps even murdering someone. Somehow, though, I don’t think you’re just a garden variety sicko.
Aloysius picks up the tranquilizer gun Samson had before. He fires a dart from it that just misses Samson’s ear and embeds itself in the wall behind Samson.
ALOYSIUS
Tranquilizer gun. What’s with that, Samson? Hoping to capture any wildcats you might encounter while strolling around campus?
Samson regards Aloysius silently. Aloysius goes to a bag on the floor and pulls something out.
EXTREME CLOSE UP: Aloysius’s hands
He is holding a surgical scalpal.
back to scene
ALOYSIUS
I must confess, John Samson, that I don’t much like medical school. But I have learned some pretty useful things there. Like how to tie off an artery when an incision is made so that someone won’t bleed to death. And that fact leads to two interesting questions. First, which bit of you shall we lose first, and second, how many bits will go before you tell us who you’re working for and why you’re doing what you are.
Maureen suddenly enters.
MAUREEN
(seizing Aloysius’s arm)
Don’t do this. Show us that you’re better than him.
SAMSON
(in a mocking falsetto)
Yes Aloysius, show us that you’re better than him.
Maureen spits on Samson. Samson sits rock-steady.
maureen
Besides, Willie has an idea.
int. monitoring room – day
Aloysius and Willie stand working at the instruments, with Michiko, wearing a white bathrobe, checking some of the settings.
MICHIKO
The settings look good to me, guys. So Alexis…
ALOYSIUS
Aloysius.
MICHIKO
Sorry, Aloysius. Are you sure this signal booster of yours can work?
ALOYSIUS
I’ve pulled off stuff far more difficult.
MICHIKO
Okay then.
WILLIE
You’re sure you’re up for this, Michiko?
MICHIKO
I love a challenge.
Michko slips off her robe and steps into the tub of gel.
aloyisus
(aside to Willie, quietly)
How well do you really know this Michiko girl? Is she someone you can trust?
WILLIE
You might say we have an unusually intimate relationship.
Aloysius looks over at Michiko.
shot – michiko settling into the tub of gel
Michiko closes her eyes, smiles, and squirms fetchingly.
back to scene
ALOYSIUS
Willie, sometimes I really wonder how you find time for the “being a student” part of being a student.
(picking up a cellphone, hitting speed dial)
Yes, it’s me. Are you ready on your end?
int. room behind stage at alunni hall – day
Samson is still tied to a chair, but this time he is attached to electrodes which have been wired into a box.
Maureen speaks on a cellphone of her own.
MAUREEN
We’re all set here…right.
Maureen closes the phone and makes a gesture indicating “do it” to Jill.
Jill sprays Samson in the face with an atomizer.
JILL
Sweet dreams, assclown.
INT. MONITORING ROOM – DAY
Aloysius makes a “thumbs-up” gesture.
WILLIE
Showtime.
Willie watches on a computer monitor on a desk. Aloysius, meanwhile, looks at what looks like a dynamic video scan of a human brain.
close-up: the monitor
The scene is a desolate desert, with clouds and lightening in the background.
ext. dreamscape desert – day
Samson is dressed as a cowboy with hosltered revolvers.
Michiko is dressed in flowing robes, facing him with a katana.
Michiko makes a series fancy and dextrous maneurvers with her katana.
Samson LAUGHS DERISIVELY, and draws one of his revolvers. He pulls the trigger.
A slug comes feebly out of the barrel and falls to the ground after travelling a few feet.
Samson draws his other revolver.
The barrel droops down limply.
Michiko advances with her katana. With a single cut she slashes open Samson’s trousers, exposing his genitals.
Samson stands frozen. Michiko, with a second cut, severs Samsons penis and scrotum from his body as a single piece.
Samson falls away SCREAMING. Michiko casts aside her flowing robes and stands naked. She picks up Samson’s severed genitals and holds them to her pudenda, where they attach to her body.
(SFX: Michiko’s body transforms into that of a muscled male warrior, while Samson’s transmforms into that of a voluptuous anime sex-object girl.)
(Note: As the character designs have now changed, the warrior will be referred to as “M.” and the former Samson as “S.” Voices are changed along with body types. In addition, S.’s non-verbal vocalizations are pitched higher than the norm for a Western actress, appropriate to an anime style.)
montage: S. enslaved and dominated
–S. is naked with her hands tied above her head, and is being flogged by M.
–S. is fitted with a collar which is tied to a stake in the ground, pet-girl style. She is watched over by a FAT MAN with a whip. She is otherwise naked, squatting in a yard, watching M. having sex with a beautiful woman inside a Japanese-style house a few yards away. From time to time she attempts to leave her squat or avert her gaze, and is whipped by the FAT MAN until she returns.
–S. is fitted with a harness, and forced to pull a rickshaw with M. riding in it. From time to time M. flogs S. with a riding crop. The camera pulls back to show several other such rickshaws pulled by anime girls. They are racing. The camera draws back still further to show them racing in a giant Coliseum like structure, with thousnads of cheering onlookers.
–S. is suspended upside-down in elaborate rope bondage from a pulley. Her head is pulled back by her hair’s being pulled back in her bonds. Two DEMONIC CHILDREN are pulling her up and down a few inches constantly. Her mouth is open, and M.’s cock is in it, causing her to fellate him.
–S. is tied spread-eagled to a bed as M. fucks her.
int. a spare japanese-style room (DREAM) – day
S. is wearing a collar and nothing else. Her hands are bound in front of her. She is led by the Fat Man holding a chain to her collar.
M. and a SCRIBE are sitting cross-legged at one end of the room.
M.
You know were not always a slave.
S.
No, my lord. Once I was a soldier.
M.
It amuses me to think that you were once such.
S.
Only as a slave have I truly known joy, my lord.
M.
Nonetheless I would find it diverting if you would tell me the story of how came to be a slave.
S.
Yes, my lord. It first began when I volunteered for an operation. I was told they would cut out a part of my brain which I did not need.
fade to:
int. the monitoring room – day
Willie is watching his monitoring screen.
WILLIE
I have encountered some really sick stuff in my life, but that story really beats all.
ALOYSIUS
Yes. Reintroduing sexually transitted diseases into the world. And then having them triggered by the very neurochemistry connected with pleasure. Very, very sick.
WILLIE
I don’t understand the bit about surgery.
ALOYSIUS
Well, it’s pretty clear if you look at the underlying neuroanatomy. Look
Aloysius gestures at his brain-monitoring screen, pointing out a region of the brain.
ALOYSIUS
They pretty clearly did cut out key regions of Samson’s brain, regions associated with pleaures. That’s why he could expect to carry their virus but not actually be diseased himself. Very fiendish indeed.
WILLIE
But how, then was he able to have an erotic dream.
ALOYSIUS
Because what Samson’s surgeons didn’t figure out was that they would have to remove various dormant brain structures, in particular, female ones.
WILLIE
Uh, isn’t this Samson character male?
ALOYSIUS
Sure, nature has a slightly more subtle way of making male and female than most people realize. Every human fetus starts out anatomically female. Indeed, basically human beings are female, as if that’s the default setting for the species. Only with a certain amount of hormonal torture do you produce a baby boy rather than a baby girl. Butnature’s a tinkerer, and often a wasteful one, and there are structures left over might be put to use later. Apparently that’s what Michiko here was able to ride on. She activated those structures, and that, together the the sadomasochistic personality type that Samson so obviously is, was enough to create a compelling fantasy of sexual surrender that he could be flipped into.
JILL
No doubt he had a natural love of both dominance and submission. The makings of a brilliant military career.
WILLIE
Shit.
ALOYSIUS
Shit indeed. But right now we have something else to worry about. Because in the course of telling his, should I say her? tale, Samson recounted a sexual encounter with four Gnosis students.
WILLIE
Oh no. And if they…
ALOYSIUS
We might have some time. Most diseases have a latency period before they strike. They wouldn’t be able to spread efficiently if they just killed their victims right away. And the viruses need time to multiply. But we need to find these four women and do something, before we’re facing a holocaust that will make H-I-V at the end of the last century look small indeed.
Michiko wakes up at this point, sits up, stretchs, and smiles.
MICHIKO
Well guys, how did I do?
WILLIE
Michiko, you’re a credit to perverts everywhere.
MICHIKO
You are too kind.
ALOYSIUS
I think we’d best get back of Maureen and Jill. G-I Joe might be in a destructive mood when he wakes up, and they might need help.
MICHIKO
Not if they tied the knots on him according to instructions.
Aloyius looks over at Michiko, and slowly shakes his head.
INT. A BACK ROOM BEHIND THE STAGE – DAY
ALOYSIUS
You mean the guy is still asleep?
MAUREEN
Surprises me to, Aloysius.
JILL
What about this virus?
ALOYSIUS
Well, one thing that seems certain is that Sleeping Ugly over there may be about to perish from it. Those hedonic brain structures Madama Bondage turned on for him are lighting up like a Christmas tree. He’s having a pleasant dream.
JILL
Doesn’t seem very fair, somehow.
ALOYSIUS
But that fact gives me an idea. The virus depends on various hedonic neurochemistry for its activation. But if it multiplies fairly fast only in isolated brain regions it should actually be fairly easy to target if we can introduce a standard antiviral directly into the proper regions of the brain. An off-the-shelf compound should do. Normally these compounds are toxic in the necessary quatities, but not if we direct them properly. Probably whoever engineered this nasty thing was counting on it spreading far and wide and mutating before anyone could do anything about it.
MAUREEN
Right. And assuming that works, all we have to do is get four freshman girls to hold still while one person eats them out, and another sticks a needle in their heads. Sounds easy.
ALOYSIUS
We don’t need needles. This is the twenty-first century, remember? We have hand-held MRI scanner-probers and magnetically reactive drug nanocarriers. If we light up the right regions of the brain fast enough…
MAUREEN
Still sounds like a long shot, Aloysius.
ALOYSIUS
Except that Willie had another idea. Give them a dream, a fantasy, distracting enough, and we could do it at one go.
JILL
Fantasy?
ALOYSIUS
Do any of you guys remember Waldron Lee?
MAUREEN
Sort of. Wasn’t he a senior when you were a freshman? Had a reputation as a sort of dark, broody character?
ALOYSIUS
Exactly. And now he’s in his fourth year in medical school at Euphoric. I’ve found him a kindred spirit, since just like me, he’s a prisoner of immigrant parent dreams. But whereas all I ever wanted to be was a mechanic, Walter wanted to make movies. He has quite the talent for computer animation, and in the spirit of friendship, he made one for me. Watch.
The four gather around Aloysius’s computer. They watch in the glow.
MAUREEN
Oh, you have got to be kidding.
JILL
A deft hand with satire, I see.
ALOYSIUS
But you can see how, with a little boost from mad Professor Waite’s patent medicine, it might hit the spot, right?
MAUREEN
I don’t believe the life I find myself living.
ALOYSIUS
Well believe it, Maureen, because without your technical expertise I don’t think I can pull this off myself.
JILL
Can’t you guys just send these girls to a hospital?
WILLIE
Someone very nasty is after you, and maybe Maureen too. If we go out there and try to explain, we’re painting bullseyes on ourselves and probably fingering you as well.
JILL
I see.
MAUREEN
So more adventures in technology for us, it would seem.
int. an intelligence monitoring room – night
A darkened, circular room, lit only by the glow of various computer screens, which are being intensely watched by men in military uniforms.
The COLONEL rolls in in his wheelchair. He approaches the DUTY CAPTAIN, who salutes.
DUTY CAPTAIN
Sir!
COLONEL
Any report on Lieutenant Samson, Captain.
DUTY CAPTAIN
No sir. Ever since your report on Samson’s non-report, both passive humint and elint show negative sir.
The Colonel frowns as if thinking hard.
DUTY CAPTAIN
Do you wish to authorize a NatSec area lockdown in the Lieutenant’s Geoloc, sir?
COLONEL
No, captain. We can’t paper that over just yet. Authorize instead four two-man sweep teams for area search and recovery.
DUTY CAPTAIN
Right away, sir.
COLONEL
We can’t afford to lose this man, Captain. H’s a valuable NatSec asset.
DUTY CAPTAIN
Yes, sir.
INT. A FRESHMAN GIRLS’ DORM COMMON ROOM – night
Marie is wearing a nightgown and sitting on a couch in the room, watching the television. She is illuminated by its radiation. She is flipping through channels with a remote.
montage – things that appear on the t.v. screen
–A shot of a televangelist, preaching.
–An infomercial for cookware.
–A clip from Creature from the Black Lagoon, showing the creature swimming. This shot lingers a little.
–A right-wing talking head bloviating.
return to scene
Marie
(sighs)
Now it’s a thousand channels and nothing on.
Marie changes the channel yet again.
close-up: The t.v.
(Note: inside the “educational film” “Hygeine and You” shots are somewhat grainy black and white, sound a little tinny, an so forth, appropriate to an educational short from the 1950s.)
The screen is momentarily black, then there appears a black and white design of an eagle device with the legend YOUNG AMERICA FILMS with CHEESY, UPBEAT ORCHESTRAL MUSIC underscoring.
This fades to a second title card reading HYGEINE AND YOU.
back to scene
Marie
I mean, really…
Marie is about to change the channel again when Olive comes in. She is wearing only a men’s size Gnosis sweatshirt.
olive
Oh, don’t change that. These old educational films can be really funny.
shot – the t.v.
A new title appears: WITH PROFESSOR QUINCY WAGSTAFF, GNOSIS COLLEGE
BACK TO SCENE
Marie
Hey, did that just say Gnosis?
shot- the T.V.
Black and white footage of students, groomed and dressed in the style of the 1950s, walking across the Gnosis campus
pompous announcer (v.o.)
Bright college days. A time for learning.
Shot of students in a clsssroom full of fixed desks, taking notes. The men wear coats and ties, the women dresses.
POMPOUS ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
For friendship.
Shot of a group of students in the stands, cheering at a football game.
POMPOUS ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
And even romance.
A male student in a letter sweater and a female one in a long skirt walk across campus hand in hand.
back to scene
OLIVE
Hey, Noreen, Pamela, you need to get in here and see this.
Noreen and Marie come in. Noreen is wearing a bathrobe, Pamela nothing by a pair of panties.
int. wagstaff set – day
POMPOUS ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
But all of these fine things, all these things we care about, are threatened by.
insert title: poor hygeine!
POMPOUS ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Professor Quincy Wagstaff of Gnosis College is an internationally recognized expert on poor hygeine.
PROFESSOR QUINCY WAGSTAFF stands before a blackboard. He is wearing a tweed jacket, a bow tie, and thick glasses.
professor wagstaff
Poor hygeine has any number of devastating social consequences.
Professor Wagstaff reaches up and pulls down a screen on which are written as separate points COMMUNISM, RACE MIXING, and ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC. Professor Wagstaff points them out one by one.
PROFESSOR wagstaff
Communism. Race mixing. And Rock and roll music. All scorges of our time. Let’s look at a typical young woman.
MARCIA walks into the scene. She is a pretty young blond woman, but a bit of a mess. Her hair is slightly stringy and unkempt, her dress a bit sloppy, etc.
close-up: marcia
PROFESSOR WAGSTAFF
This young woman should be having the time of her life. But instead, she’s an outcast, afflicted with the scourge of poor hygeine.
back to scene
marcia
But Profesor Wagstaff, how can a student in this busy modern world manage to maintain good hygeine?
PROFESSOR WAGSTAFF
An excellent question, Marcia. Fortunately Modern Science has the answer.
montage – the wonders of 1950s technology
(Note: Professor Wagstaff narrates during the montage.)
PROFESSOR WAGSTAFF (v.o.)
Everywhere we look to day, Modern Science showers the free world with its blessings. In the home. In the factory. And in National Defense.
–White-coated laboratory technicians work on a giant, vacuum-tube driven computer
–A 1950s style “perfect housewife” loads dishes into a dishwasher, then presses single button.
–An assembly line producing Ford Edsals.
–A giant missile blasting off.
back to scene
PROFESSOR WAGSTAFF
And now, thanks to the work of the dedicated engineers at General Electrodynamic’s Clean Americanism division, we can harness the power of machine automation to allow a busy young lady like yourself to achieve a high state of personal hygeine by taking only minutes out of her busy, atomic-age day. Welcome to the Lav-o-Matic 5000.
marcia
Well golly, Professor Wagstaff, how does that work?
PROFESSOR WAGSTAFF
Step over here please, Marcia, and we’ll arrange a little demonstration.
INT. A FRESHMAN GIRLS’ DORM COMMON ROOM – DAY
NOREEN
This is getting kinda weird.
There is a faint HISS. A few droplets can be seen in the projected light of the television.
PAMELA
Does anyone smell something a little strange?
OLIVE
Shh! This is actually getting interesting.
INT. WAGSTAFF SET – DAY
Wagstaff and Marcia have walked over to a screen. Next to the screen is a conveyer belt, also screened off.
PROFESSOR WAGSTAFF
Would you be so good as to step behind that screen Marcia and disrobe completely, then step on that conveyer belt?
MARCIA
Yes, Professor.
Marcia steps behind the curtain, then steps on the conveyer belt. A screen along the length of the belt protects’s Machia’s modesty: her bare feet are visible below, her bare shoulders and head above.
MARCIA
What now, Professor?
PROFESSOR WAGSTAFF
Just relax, and let the Lav-o-Matic 5000 do the rest.
Profesor Wagstaff presses a button. There is a loud BUZZ, and the conveyer belt starts moving. Marcia moves along.
maricA
Oo!
A door opens in the wall, and Marcia moves through it.
int. marcia inside the washing machine – day
Marcia (still screened off) is surrounded by a steampunk Rube-Goldberg like assortment of pipes, wheels, belts, puff of steam etc. She is moving along the belt (still modestly screened off).
Marcia looks around, a little nervously.
The belt stops. One set of mechanical hands takes hold of Marcia’s mouth, while another brushes her teeth.
POMPOUS ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Healthy teeth and gums are a vital front in the struggle of freedom against communism.
After having her teeth brushed, the belt starts again, then stops again, under a showerhead. Marcia is drenched with steaming water.
She is then moved a few feet further along. A nozzle drops shampoo on her head. Mechanical hands shampoo her hair.
She is then moved still further along. A second shower drenches her with water a second time.
POMPOUS ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Clean, well-maintained hair will reliably repel beatniks and rock-and-roll musicians.
She moves further along, stopping under a giant pipe.
She is sucked up into the giant pipe. Her nude body is very fleetingly visible as it is.
pamela (v.o.)
Hey, what kind of fifties short is this anyway?
noreen (o.s.)
(sleepily)
Mmm.
Mechanical arms grab Marie by the wrists and ankles, which lay her out flat and spread-eagle her. She is surrounded by giant buffing sponges which soap her up.
SHOT -MARIE’S FACE
It registers surprise.
shot – marie’s body in her own fantasy
Marie is surrounded by giant sponges, which are buffing her sensually.
back to scene
Hoses snake through the sponges and attach themselves to Marcia’s body.
POMPOUS ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Uh oh, Marcia. I think the Lav-o-matic 5000 has taken a liking to you!
SHOT – NOREEN’S FACE
noreen is staring forward in rapt attention.
shot – Noreen’s fantasy view of herself, in Marcia’s position.
The hoses are explictly attached to Noreen’s nipples, and “sucking” on them.
back to scene
Sponges are working on Marcia’s bare legs
SHOT – OLIVE’S FACE
Olive’s eyes are closed, her mouth open.
SHOT – OLIVE’S view of herself in Marcia’s position
The sponges are massaging Olive’s inner thighs and clitoris.
BACK TO SCENE
Only Marcia’s feet are visible (together with the mechanical grippers holding them), with some sort of giant piston moving back and forth between them. Marcia’s toes curl.
MARCIA (o.s.)
Ohh…
shot – pamela’s face
Pamela’s face contorts in ecstasy
shot – pamela’s lower body marcia’s position
Pamela is being fucked by a giant mechanical dildo and making ecstatic facial expressions.
POMPOUS ANNOUNCER (V.O.)
Machine-operated pentration induces atomic-age multiple orgasm, completely eliminating the desire for giant Negro penis-penetration and subsequent communistic race mixing.
INT. A FRESHMAN GIRLS’ DORM COMMON ROOM – NIGHT
The image on the T.V. screen freezes, but all four women are now staring at the screen in rapt attention.
The room phone lifts into the air. A number is dialed.
MAUREEN (O.S.)
Aloysius, the beauties are now sleeping, solet’s do this thing.
int. the stage at alumni hall – day
Aloysius, Willie, Maureen, and Jill sit around a table, eating pizza and drinking beer. Samson lies sleeping on the stage some feet away.
WILLIE
Looks like you did it, you guys. Congratulations!
JILL
Yeah, here’s to you.
All four raise beer bottles and toast.
A stray-looking tortoise-shell cat wanders up to Aloysius, who feeds her tid-bits from the table as he speaks.
(Note: The cat is Lilith, last seen in Invisible Girl, Heroine and since strayed.)
ALOYSIUS
Sort of wonder, though, why you didn’t let Waldron’s video play through, though.
MAUREEN
I think your friend Waldron’s last bit of satire was a bit over the top and probably wouldn’t have served our purposes.
int. an industrial set inside “hygeine and you” – day
Professor Wagstaff stands with LITTLE BOBBY, a boy of perhaps eleven, watching cans coming down a conveyer belt through a hole in the wall.
little bobby
Gee, Professor, this isn’t quite what I expected.
Little Bobby picks a can off the assembly line and looks at it.
close-up: a can
The lable has a picture of a smiling, well-scrubbed and properly coiffed Marcia on it, with the legends CANNED MARCIA and AS SEEN ON T.V. on it.
back to scene
PROFESSOR WAGSTAFF
Well, little Bobby, let that be a lesson to you. Always check the settings on the machine before you start.
LITTLE BOBBY
I will, Professor. I promise.
INT. the stage at alumni – DAY
ALOYSIUS
It wouldn’t have happened without you Maureen. And it wasn’t just technical skill. You showed a lot of heart.
MAUREEN
Really? You think so?
Aloysius and Maureen gaze into each other’s eyes for a moment.
Willie and Jill exchange smiles and knowing looks.
There is a sudden CRASH as HEAVY #1 and HEAVY #2 enter. They are dressed as Gnosis College maintenance men, and carrying guns which they point at the four.
Heavy #1
Freeze!
Heavy #1 keeps his gun trained on Aloysius, Willie, Maureen and Jill. Heavy #2 bends down over Samson, checking his pulse.
Heavy #2
Unconscious but alive.
(pulling out a walkie talkie, speaking into it)
Control, we have acquired target, need medical team, backup and prisoner transport.
close-up: jill’s face
Jill’s face contorts with rage, as if something has snapped within.
back to scene
control (o.s.)
(on walkie-talkie)
Forty seven, what is your position.
JILL
I have had enough!
Jill suddenly seizes a folding chair, and swings it wildly at Heavy #1. She makes contact, knocking his weapon from his hand.
MAUREEN
(standing up, closing on Jill)
Jill, no!
Jill raises the chair over her head, as if to brain Heavy #1 with it.
Heavy #2 drops his walkie-talkie, draws his pistol, and fires several quick shots in the direction of both Jill and Maureen.
Aloysius reaches into his bag and draws out a syringe.
Jill and Maureen fall with chest and abdominal wounds.
ALOYSIUS
Motherfuckers!
Aloysius is standing, pointing the syringe at Heavy #2.
HEAVY #2
What are you gonna do kid, take us out with your squirt gun?
Aloysius squirts a stream of liquid on Heavy #2, then repoints and squirts at Heavy #1.
Heavy #2’s face contorts into a sneer. He turns and points his weapon at Aloysius.
Heavey #2’s expression changes, as he notices that he’s bginning to melt.
HEAVY #1
Jesus fucking Christ! What’s happening?
CONTROL (O.S.)
(on walkie-talkie)
Did not copy, forty-seven. Please repeat.
Heavy #1 and Heavy #2 scream as they melt away, leaving only piles of clothing and equipment.
Aloysius bends over Maureen, cradling her head.
ALOYSIUS
Maureen…
MAUREEN
Aloysius? I can’t…I can’t feel anything below my waist.
ALOYSIUS
Maureen, I’m going to get you help. Try to stay conscous. Everything is going to be fine.
MAUREEN
Aloysius, I never really said this to you in so many words but I…I…
Maureen loses consciousness.
Jill is trembling in shock. The HISSING of a sucking chest wound can be heard from her side. This sound then ceases.
WILLIE
What do we do? If we call for help…
ALOYSIUS
…the killers will be here long before there’s any help. We’re down to one last, desparate play here. Those two metal tubs in the other room.
WILLIE
Dude, you must be fucking crazy.
ALOYSIUS
And your alternative plan is…
A momentary staredown.
WILLIE
I’ll get the tubs.
close-up: lilith the cat
She is licking up some of the liquid on of the heavies has dissolved into.
INT. THE STAGE AT ALUMNI – a little later – DAY
Jill and Maureen have been placed in separate washtubs. Maureen appears to be in shock, Jill looks dead.
Aloysius adds a small amount of liquid to each tub. Both begin to dissolve.
Maureen suddenly regains consciousness.
MAUREEN
Aloysius…what…
Aloysius comes over and holds her hand.
ALOYSIUS
Maureen, please understand. We don’t have any other choice.
MAUREEN
No. It’s okay. I know what it is and why.
(closes her eyes)
And oh it does actually feel so good.
Aloysius lets go of Maureen’s hand. She finishes liquifying.
Aloysius quickly takes two samples, one from the tub that contained Maureen and the other that contained Jill.
ALOYSIUS
I can’t keep them stable for very long, so I need to start now. With some luck I can synthsize enough matrix to reconstitute them both. You get rid of what’s here, then join me as soon as you can.
WILLIE
(gesturing at Samson)
What about him?
ALOYSIUS
Leave him. We don’t have the time to deal with him properly, and I don’t have the stomach for any more killing, do you?
WILLIE
No.
ALOYSIUS
Beside I don’t have a feeling that he’ll be telling any tales.
Aloysius hurries out.
Willie, wearing a latex glove, reaches into the tub that had contained Maureen He pulls somthing out.
extreme close-up: willie’s gloved hand
It is holding a badly smashed pistol slug.
int. a hospital room – day
Samson lies in a hospital bed, watched over by the Duty Captain, Nurse White, a PHYSICIAN, and the Colonel.
DUTY CAPTAIN
One of the follow-up teams found him sir, after the initial team vanished.
COLONEL
And his condition, doctor?
physician
A medical mystery, Colonel. There’s no intoxication or organic damage, and he’s not comatose. Electroencephalographic readings indicate that he seems to be in a continuing state of REM sleep.
COLONEL
REM sleep?
PHYSICIAN
The kind of sleep everyone has every night, normally associated with dreaming.
COLONEL
So why not just wake him up, doctor?
PHYSICIAN
We’ve tried everything we can think of — pharmacological stimulants, painful stimuli, everything. We get a little reaction, and then he just falls back into the REM state. It’s as if he’s determined just not to wake up.
Nurse White reaches over and gently smooths Samson’s hair.
CLOSE-UP: SAMSON’S FACE
He is smiling beatifically.
int. a medical school lab – day
Aloysius and Willie look pale and haggard. They are working on a table laden with glassware. All sorts of chemicals bubble and flow.
There is a sound of a loud BEEPING. Aloysius presses a button silencing the beeping, then quickly checks a pair of meters.
aloysius
This is bad. I can’t keep them stable much longer. Willie, check the gague on the matrix-synthesizer.
willie
(checking a guage)
It reads 55 K-G.
ALOYSIUS
Shit! Shit shit shit!
Aloysius gets up and starts pacing around the room, gesticulating. He looks to be on the verge of tears. Then he sits down and buries his face in his hands.
Willie comes over and puts his hand on Aloysius’s shoulder.
WILLIE
You did everything you could, Aloysius.
Aloysius stares into space for a moemnt.
ALOYSIUS
Only one thing left to try.
Aloysius begins frantically rearranging glassware, tubes, lines, and so forth
ALOYSIUS
Combining main samples…hoping the integration works…preserving partial samples for later differentiation.
WILLIE
Later differentiation…wha?
Aloysius ignores him. He decants a small amount of pale green liquid into a test-tube that has been fed by two separate pipettes.
ALOYSIUS
This is the best I can do, ladies.
WILLIE
Dude, what on earth?
Aloysius pours the tube into a transparent tub of clear liquid in the lab.
The liquid froths and bubbles and turns milky-white.
After a moment a single nude woman stands up from the tub.
WILLIE
Oh my God. She is so…beautiful. But…
(Note: this woman really is stunning: voluptuous like Maureen, but tall, blonde, and graceful like Jill.)
The woman steps out of the tub. She looks around, with an astonished expresion on her face. She runs her hands over herself.
Aloysius steps close to her.
ALOYSIUS
Who…who are you?
jireen
I’m…
(breaks into a wide, radiant smile)
I’m Jireen!
Astonished looks from both Aloysius and Willie.
insert title: to be continued…
fade out.
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Hi – love the web site and your scripts. Any chance of you making them available in PDF so they can be be printed out in standard PDF format so we can read them off-line at our leisure? (Copying and pasting the text doesn’t preserve the formatting.)
Thanks, Brian. Putting the scripts into PDF is a splendid idea. Since currently they’re formatted as HTML with some custom CSS to fit them into a WordPress blog, so I’ll have to do a little hacking to make them into passable-looking PDF. Let me tinker with it a bit when I find the time and I’ll get back to you soon, I hope.