Doctor Who/Phillip K. Dick Adaptation Part 1: Make The Moon My Home
So a few months ago I decided to start adapting Philip K. Dick’s Ubik, but as a Doctor Who episode, and then expanding from there. I hope to make about ten parts altogether, but I’ll see how it goes. I am about a quarter of the way through part 2, so that should be up in a few weeks to a few months, depending on school and work, etc. Enjoy.
NOTE: Desk with an upper-case 'D' is the device, and
desk with a lower-case 'd' is the usual meaning of the
word.
EXT. - RIVER SONG'S HOUSE; GARDEN
River and the Doctor are sitting outside in a small suburban
garden on a sunny day. It is covered with a variety of
plants, along with a small table and chairs. Both the Doctor
and River are smoking cigarettes. The Doctor is also
drinking a cup of coffee, River a glass of red wine. There
is also a small bowl of potato chips and a plate with a
sliced cake on it on the table.
RIVER
Thin air?
DOCTOR
Yup.
RIVER
A corpse? Just like that? Gone?
DOCTOR
Yup.
RIVER
Fuck off!
DOCTOR
If it's of any consolation, I am
just as confused as you are.
RIVER
So tell me the story. What
happened?
DOCTOR
I already told you.
RIVER
From the very beginning. Context
and all.
INT. - TARDIS
DOCTOR
(VO)
Well, I was in my TARDIS, and I got
a strange reading.
Something starts bleeping on the console. The Doctor goes
over to the source of the noise and looks at it, confused.
DOCTOR
(VO)
And so I followed it.
EXT. - RIVER SONG'S HOUSE; GARDEN
RIVER
Very you. No surprises there.
Curiosity killed the cat, as they
say. Anyway, continue.
EXT. - SCUNTHORPE; TERRACES
The TARDIS materializes and the Doctor steps out. She looks
rather bemused, but wanders off.
DOCTOR
(VO)
Anyway, I tracked it to this county
fair in Scunthorpe in the early
twenty-first century.
Twenty-thirty, I'd say.
EXT. - SCUNTHORPE; COUNTY FAIR
A field with a number of stalls, with people buying various
items from it. The Doctor goes up to one selling various
cakes and the like, and has a realisation.
DOCTOR
(VO)(Cont'd)
And I saw this stall with cakes and
brownies and shit, and went up to
it. Noticed a microwave. And I've
just gotten a new console, so I
just put it up to that.
We see the Doctor buying a few brownies and a slice of cake,
and chatting to the saleswoman.
DOCTOR
(VO)(Cont'd)
Plus, microwaves fuck with my
sonic.
EXT. - RIVER SONG'S HOUSE; GARDEN
RIVER
So what has this got to do with the
dead body?
DOCTOR
Well, the level of the alert in the
TARDIS did seem a bit high for just
a microwave.
EXT. - SCUNTHORPE; HIGH STREET
We see the Doctor walking around the middle of Scunthorpe,
scanning the odd building.
DOCTOR
(VO)(Cont'd)
So I decided to have a little nosey
around, but found nothing too
special.
EXT. - SCUNTHORPE; GARAGES
A small back street, with closed garages either side. We see
the Doctor gleefully walking down the street, eating a slice
of cake.
DOCTOR
(VO)(Cont'd)
But then, as I was walking through
some garages back to my TARDIS, I
smelled something off.
She wrinkles her forehead in confusion, looks up, and
sniffs.
DOCTOR
(VO)(Cont'd)
Like rotting meat.
She walks further down the street, eventually covering her
mouth from the smell.
DOCTOR
(VO)(Cont'd)
And I got to this one that smelled
so bad I just had to open it.
She sonics a garage door and lifts it.
EXT. - RIVER SONG'S HOUSE; GARDEN
RIVER
And you found this vanishing dead
body? Are you sure it was a body? A
human body?
DOCTOR
All I got was where it teleported
off to. Whatever it was--
INT. - SCUNTHORPE; GARAGE
We see the Doctor slowly walking towards the body, with her
hand over her mouth.
DOCTOR
(VO)(Cont'd)
It was certainly off.
The body is shrouded in smoke, and then disappears in a
flash of light.
Opening credits.
INT. - LONDON; LECTURE HALL
Commodore Travers (Harvey Keitel?) is standing on a clear
podium in a futuristic lecture hall, facing a large, seated
audience.
TRAVERS
Friends, this is clean-up time and
we're discounting all out silent,
electric Ubiks by this much money.
Travers points to a screen, and a slide comes up, with
several facts and figures.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Yes, we're throwing away the
bluebook. And remember; every Ubik
on our lot has been used only as
directed.
We turn to see The Master in a large tank, with a metal cap
on her head, floating. Applause.
INT. - MOONBASE; TRAVER'S OFFICES.
A small beige office with no windows, and nothing too
exciting, apart from a plant in the corner of the room, and
a cheap metal desk with an old PC on top, and Travers
sitting behind it. Joseph (Peter Wight?), the chief security
guard knocks on the ajar door.
JOSEPH
Commodore? Sorry to bother you.
TRAVERS
What? I have rather enough work to
do as it is. All those fire alarms
are usually just glitches. You do
realise that you don't have to
report them to me every time, don't
you?
JOSEPH
No, it's not that. Let me show you.
Joseph turns on the video screen on the other side of the
room.
JOSEPH
(Cont'd)
We have this news from one of our
inertials.
TRAVERS
Let me look.
Travers turns and faces a large screen behind him, while
Joseph fiddles with the remote.
JOSEPH
Our Ms Dorn reported it; as you may
recall, she had followed him to
Green River, Utah, where -
TRAVERS
(sleepy)
Who? I can't keep in mind at all
times which inertials are following
what telepath or precognicient.
He smooths down his grey hair.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Skip the rest and tell me which of
Hollis' people is missing now.
JOSEPH
S. Dole Melipone.
TRAVERS
What? Melipone's gone? You're
shitting me!
JOSEPH
I shit you not. Edie Dorn and two
other inertials followed him to a
motel named the Bonds of Erotic
Polymorphic Experience.
TRAVERS
(Scoffs)
I'm sorry, come again?
Joseph laughs nervously, and takes a sharp intake of breath.
JOSEPH
It's a subsurface structure
catering to businessmen and their
hookers who don't want to be
entertained. Edie and her
colleagues didn't think he was
active, but just to be on the safe
side we had one of our own
surveillance agents, Mrs. G. G.
Anderson go in and track him.
Anderson found a found a scramble
pattern surrounding all of
Melipone's activity, so she
couldn't do anything; he therefore
went back to Topeka, Kansas, where
she's currently scouting out a new
possibility.
Travers lights a cigarette, and is clearly now more awake
and attentive.
TRAVERS
You're sure it was Melipone? By
what I've heard, nobody seems to
know what he looks like; he must
use a different physiognomic
template every month. What about
his field?
JOSEPH
We asked Sandra Archer to go in
there and run tests on the
magnitude and minitude of the field
being generated there at the Bonds
of Erotic Polymorphic Experience
Motel. Archer says it registered,
at its height, 68.2 units of
telepathic aura, which only
Melipone, among all the known
telepaths, can produce. So that's
where we stuck Melipone's
ident-flag on the map. And now he -
it - is gone.
TRAVERS
Did you look on the floor? Behind
the map?
JOSEPH
It's gone electronically. The man
it represents is no longer on Earth
or, as far as we can make out, on a
colony world either.
TRAVERS
I'll consult my wife.
JOSEPH
It's the middle of the night. The
moratoriums are closed now.
TRAVERS
(With a grimacing smile)
Not in Switzerland. Goodnight.
INT. - MORATORIUM LOUNGE
A late middle-aged man (David Sedaris?) in nearly opaque
round glasses, a tabby-fur blazer, and pointed yellow shoes;
Herbert Schoenheit von Vogelsang; sits down behind a
clerical desk at the beginning of his shift. A young woman
(Zoë Sugg?) walks up to the desk with a small piece of paper
in his hand.
HERB
Yes, ma'am, I'll take your stub
personally.
ZOË
It's an elderly lady, about eighty,
very small and wizened. My
grandmother.
HERB
Your code is 3054039-B. I will only
be a moment.
Herb walks off into one of the corridors.
INT. - RIVER SONG'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM
River is playing with the front camera of her smartphone
with the Doctor.
RIVER
So if you just press that...
She presses a button...
RIVER
(Cont'd)
And you open your mouth...
The Doctor opens her mouth. We now see things from the
camera's perspective - River has turned on the rainbow-mouth
filter, and a cartoon rainbow is coming out of the Doctor's
mouth. The Doctor lets out a quick scream, cups her mouth
with her hands, and along with River, starts to laugh
hysterically.
RIVER
(Cont'd)
And look at this one!
River changes the filter.
DOCTOR
Awwh. Hon, before I forget, that
dead body story.
RIVER
Oh, must we?
DOCTOR
The whole reason I told you that is
because I need you to do me a
favor.
The Doctor starts writing on a piece of paper.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
I need you to go over to the Time
Lords.
RIVER
You're asking me to go all the way
to Gallifrey?
DOCTOR
No. A bunch of time lords set up
camp in an office in Shoreditch. I
need you to go over there and ask
them to keep an eye on me. I traced
that body to a prudence
organization, which is an
unbelievably high risk. If anything
goes wrong, which it probably will,
I need them to step in.
RIVER
Are you sure you want to do this?
DOCTOR
I need to.
The Doctor hands River the piece of paper.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
This is the address. As far as I
know, a few of my mates are there,
so they'll know who I am.
RIVER
All Time Lords know who YOU are,
Doctor.
The Doctor turns to leave.
RIVER
(Cont'd)
Doctor?
DOCTOR
Yes?
RIVER
Stay safe. You know how risky this
is.
DOCTOR
I'll try.
The Doctor runs up to River and hugs her.
INT. - MORATORIUM CORRIDOR
Herb finds a tank with a withered elderly lady (Helen
Mirren?) - it's her. He opens a panel to the right of the
tank. The small screen says '15 days'.
HERB
Shit.
Herb turns on his portable radio.
HERB
(Cont'd)
Dave, patient 3054039-B. She only
has 15 days left of her half-life,
should I give permission for
visitors?
DAVE
(OC)
Yeah, sure. Go ahead. She hasn't
had any yet, no?
HERB
No, this one's the first. Her
grandchild.
DAVE
(OC)
Took their time. Have you checked
her cephalic?
HERB
About to do that now. See you
around, okay?
DAVE
(OC)
Yeah, see ya.
Herb takes out his smartphone and puts it up against the
glass of the tank. He then taps a certain point of the
screen several times and in quick succession. From the
speaker of the smartphone, a faint voice;
GRANDMOTHER
...and then Tillie sprained her
ankle and we never thought it'd
heal; she was so foolish about it,
wanting to start walking
immediately...
The smartphone lights up green. Herb takes his it off of the
tank, closes the app, and puts it back in his pocket.
HERB
Good, good.
INT. - MORATORIUM LOUNGE
Herb enters, and walks over to Zoë.
HERB
(Cont'd)
She's ready
INT. - MORATORIUM CORRIDOR
Herb and Zoe walk up to the Grandmother's tank.
ZOË
You checked her out, did you?
HERB
Personally. Functioning perfectly.
Herb flicks a series of switches, then steps back.
HERB
(Cont'd)
Happy Resurrection Day, Sir. Do you
know how to work the tank?
ZOË
Yes, thank you.
Herbert walks off. Zoe seats herself in front of the tank.
ZOË
(Cont'd)
Flora, dear, can you hear me? I
think I can hear you already.
Flora?
INT. - MORATORIUM CORRIDOR 2
The TARDIS lands in the corridor. The Doctor exits the
TARDIS, and looks around. She then walks down the corridor,
and sees the tanks, full of a water-like jelly, all with
different bodies inside them. We get to the end of the
corridor, and see Missy, unconscious, floating.
DOCTOR
Oh, I am so sorry.
The Doctor puts her hand on the tank, as if to comfort her.
She tears up.
INT. - MORATORIUM LOUNGE
The Doctor covertly enters the moratorium, and takes a seat
in the waiting area. She then notices Herbert behind the
desk, and strides up to him.
DOCTOR
Hi I - what does this place do,
exactly?
Herbert looks at her, confused.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
Stupid question, I know. Just want
to be absolutely clear.
HERB
No question is a stupid question,
madam. We revive the... dearly
departed, to the point where you
can talk to them, in a state of
half-life. A way for friends and
relatives to say goodbye, if they
haven't already had the chance.
DOCTOR
Oh, I see. Thank you. I believe an
old friend of mine is here. She's
lived a while, so might be a little
frail. I wonder if you could take a
moment to check her over. I'd
really appreciate it. Maybe even
allowing me to talk to her.
HERB
Certainly. What's her name?
DOCTOR
Missy. Or the Master. Could be down
as either.
HERB
I'll be with you in a moment. Take
a seat.
DOCTOR
May I come with you, if it isn't
too much trouble?
HERB
Of course.
DOCTOR
I'll try not to get in the way.
INT. - MORATORIUM CORRIDOR 2
Herbert and The Doctor walk to the end of the corridor. He
checks the half-life - 50 days.
HERB
Came just in time. Less than two
months of her half-life to go.
He gets out the smartphone, and repeats the earlier action.
We start to hear Missy's voice.
MASTER
...you know as well as I do that
this man does not fear death. I
want him to suffer a much worse
punishment. Look, my skill and
cunning has brought about this war
which will make you the masters of
the galaxy. Leave him with me, and
let him see the result of that war.
Let him see the galaxy in ruins.
Let him see the planet Earth, that
he loves so much, in ruins, then
exterminate him...
As with last time, the smartphone lights up green. The
Doctor chuckles, while Herbert has gone sheet white. She
puts her hands on his shoulders to comfort him.
DOCTOR
Draconia. Years ago, that.
Surprised she remembers it at all.
I can only barely. That's all in
the past now, I guess. She has a
good heart, really. May not seem
like it, I know. Where did you find
her?
HERB
She was found on the doomed Mondas
colony ship. Brought in by someone
only known to us as Nardole.
DOCTOR
Well of course it was.
HERB
Nice chap. Said that he would have
sent her to Testimony, but here at
the Beloved Brethren Moratorium
seemed more - fitting.
DOCTOR
May I have a few minutes?
HERB
Of course. Take a seat. Just put
these headphones on -
He points to a pair of large headphones hanging from a small
metal rod. The Doctor sits.
HERB
(Cont'd)
And speak into this microphone, so
she can hear you.
He then points to a small microphone sticking out from under
the window of the tank, reaching to the mouth of the now
seated Doctor.
DOCTOR
Thank you.
SALLY
(OC)
Mr. Von Vogelsang; sorry to break
in to your meditation, but a
customer wishes you to assist him
in revving up his relative.
HERB
I'm almost done dealing with one
right now, Sally. Who is it?
SALLY
(OC)
The customer is Commodore Travers,
all the way here from the North
American Confederation.
HERB
Thank you Sally. I'll be with you
soon.
(To Doctor)
I'll leave you two alone. Happy
Resurrection Day, Ma'am.
DOCTOR
Thank you. Happy Resurrection Day
to you too.
(Aside to herself,
unheard to Herb)
Whatever that means.
She puts the headphones on, and prepares to speak.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
Missy, it's me. The Doctor.
(A lump in her throat)
Missy's voice slowly fades in.
MASTER
...once the great empires destroy
each other, I ask... Doctor?
A teary-eyed smile comes across the Doctor's face.
INT. - MORATORIUM LOUNGE
Herb enters to Travers standing, waiting in the lounge.
TRAVERS
How is Ella? Ready to be cranked up
for a talk? She's only twenty; she
ought to be in better shape than
you or me.
Travers chuckles, and then places his hand on Herb's back,
and guides him to the corridor.
INT. - MORATORIUM CORRIDOR
HERB
You have not been here for a while,
Commodore.
TRAVERS
This is a moment of importance, Mr.
von Vogelsang. We, my associates
and myself, are in a line of
business that surpasses all
rational understanding. I'm not at
liberty to make disclosures at this
time, but we consider matters at
present to be ominous but not
however hopeless. Despair is not
indicated - not by any means.
Where's Ella?
Travers halts, and glances rapidly about.
HERB
I'll bring her from the corridors
to the consultation lounge for you.
Do you have your numbered
claim-check, Commodore Travers?
TRAVERS
God, no, I lost it months ago. But
you know who my wife is; you can
find her. Ella Runciter, about
twenty. Brown hair and eyes.
He looks around him, impatiently.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Where did you put the lounge? It
used to be located where I could
find it.
Herb gets on his radio.
HERB
Sally, show the Commodore to the
consultation lounge. We're in
Corridor 20, near tank 398.
SALLY
(OC)
I'm 'round the corner. I'll be
there in a sec.
A short while later, a young American girl (Selena Gomez?),
in square glasses, a sweater and slacks, with a brunette
bob, comes round the corner.
SALLY
(Cont'd)
Commodore, how very nice to meet
you. With me.
TRAVERS
Thank you.
SALLY
Just over here, sir.
Travers looks into the lounge.
TRAVERS
It's gotten full. I can't talk to
Ella in there.
Travers walks up to Herbert, and again puts his hand on his
shoulder.
TRAVERS
Isn't there a more private sanctum
for confidential communications?
What I have to discuss with Ella my
wife is not a matter which we at
Runciter Associates are ready at
this time to reveal to the world
HERB
We could do it in these corridors,
and if that isn't confidential
enough, we can possibly bring her
to our offices. Sally?
SALLY
With me, sir.
She looks wearily at Herb as she leads Travers away.
HERB
(Mutters)
Don't!
Sally puts her hands up while she scoffs.
INT. - MORATORIUM CORRIDOR 2
The Doctor is still sitting in front of the Master's tank.
DOCTOR
So where exactly are we?
MASTER
Switzerland. Near a sweet little
village about two hours outside of
Geneva. Gruyères, I think it's
called.
DOCTOR
Oh, yes, I remember reading about
this place. It looks more
innovative than I first thought.
Although, there is one thing that I
haven't quite worked out about this
place. Yes, moratorium, converting
brain waves into speech, humans
kept in a state of half-life, all
expected from this time period. My
question is this - how did they
manage to keep a Time Lord in
half-life? Especially with this
technology, by the looks of it,
it's only capable of supporting
human life.
MASTER
It keeps me going. They give me a
nice little shock in one of my
hearts every so often.
DOCTOR
But what about the other heart?
Must be uncomfortable, and that's
understatement.
MASTER
Yes, it is rather claustrophobic.
But the Wi-Fi's good. Keeps my
mind off of it all. I'm actually
binge watching Call The Midwife at
the moment. You'd like it, Ms
Optimist.
DOCTOR
Watched every season. Loved it.
Hold on - if I just...
MASTER
You've worked it out, haven't you?
DOCTOR
(together with the
Master)
Reverse the polarity of the neutron
flow.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
Exactly.
She sonics a panel on the side of the tank, and then one of
the edges. The front of the tank opens like a door. The
Master exits the tank via a clear forcefield. The Master
stumbles a little, and they gently take hold of each other
by the shoulders.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
Easy, now. There we go. Good as
new.
MASTER
Alarms?
DOCTOR
Bitch - you really think I am that
stupid?
MASTER
Yes. Anyway, what now?
DOCTOR
I want to have a look around this
place...
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; ZÜRICH
A dark, wooden room with an old desk opposite to a pair of
large double door. Light seeps in through some dusty
windows. In the corner of the room sits a vintage TV, which
Travers passively watches from his desk.
TELEVISION
(OC)
The best way to ask for beer is to
sing out Ubik. Made from select
hops, choice water, slow-aged for
perfect flavour, Ubik is the
nation's number-one choice in beer.
Made only in Cleveland.
Armed security guards dressed fully in dark armour open the
doors, and hold them open while Herbert wheels in a tank,
similar to the ones seen in the corridor earlier. Ella
Runciter is in this one, a thin twenty-year-old woman with
long black hair, and black mascara and lipstick, and dark
clothing. Travers grumbles as he fiddles around with the
earphones.
TRAVERS
Isn't there are a more comfortable
or more natural version of this?
HERB
No, that is the only model we have.
Travers glares at Herbert.
HERB
(Cont'd)
It seems everything is set up. Are
you familiar with the system,
Commodore?
TRAVERS
Yes, of course I am. Now, I'd
rather you'd leave. All of what me
and Ella are about to discuss is
confidential.
HERB
Of course, sir.
Herbert leaves the room. Travers now speaks into the
microphone.
TRAVERS
Hi, Ella.
ELLA
(OC)
Oh, hello, Glen. What - how much
time has passed?
TRAVERS
Couple years.
ELLA
(OC)
Tell me what's going on.
TRAVERS
Aw, Christ, everything's going to
pieces, the whole organization.
That's why I'm here; you wanted to
be brought into major
policy-planning decisions, and God
knows we need that now, a new
policy, or anyhow a revamping of
our scout structure.
ELLA
(OC)
I was dreaming, I saw a smoky red
light, a horrible light. And yet I
kept moving toward it. I couldn't
stop.
TRAVERS
Yeah, the Bardo Thödol, the Tibetan
Book of the Dead, tells about that.
You remember reading that; the
doctors made you read it when you
were - well - dying.
ELLA
(OC)
The red light is bad, isn't it?
TRAVERS
Yeah, you want to avoid it.
Travers clears his throat.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Listen, Ella, we've got problems.
You feel up to hearing about it? I
mean, I don't want to overtax you
or anything; just say if you're too
tired or if there's something else
you want to discuss.
ELLA
(OC)
It's so weird. I think I've been
dreaming all this time, since you
last talked to me. Is it really two
years? Do you know, Glen, what I
think? I think that other people
who are around me - we seem to be
progressively growing together. A
lot of my dreams aren't about me at
all. Sometimes I'm a man and
sometimes I'm a little boy;
sometimes I'm an old fat woman with
varicose veins...and I'm in places
I've never seen, doing things that
make no sense.
TRAVERS
Well, like they say, you're heading
for a new womb to be born out of.
And that smoky red light - that's a
bad womb; you don't want to go that
way. That's a humiliating, low sort
of womb. You're probably
anticipating your next life, or
whatever it is.
He puts his head in his hands and groans.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Oh, I feel foolish talking like
that. You should know - normally I
have no theological conventions,
but this whole system has made
theologians out of all of us. Hey,
let me tell you what's happened,
what made me come here and bother
you. S. Dole Melipone has dropped
out of sight.
ELLA
(OC)
Who or what is an S. Dole Melipone?
There can't be any such thing.
Ella laughs warmly. Travers' spine trembles. He hasn't heard
that laugh in over ten years.
TRAVERS
Maybe you've forgotten.
ELLA
(OC)
I haven't forgotten; I wouldn't
forget an S. Dole Melipone. Is it
like a hobbit?
TRAVERS
It's Raymond Hollis' top telepath.
We've has at least one inertial
sticking close to him ever since G.
G. Ashwood first scouted him, a
year and a half ago. We never lose
Melipone; we can't afford to.
Melipone can, when necessary,
generate twice the psychic field of
any other Hollis employee. And
Melipone is only one of a whole
string of Hollis people who've
disappeared - anyhow, disappeared
as far as we're concerned. As far
as all prudence organizations in
the Society can make out. So I
thought, Hell, I'll go ask Ella
what's up and what we should do.
Like you specified in your will -
remember?
ELLA
(OC)
I remember. Step up your ads on TV.
Warn people. Tell them...
TRAVERS
This bores you.
ELLA
(OC)
No. I - are they all telepaths?
TRAVERS
Telepaths and precognicients
mostly. They're nowhere on Earth; I
know that. We've got a dozen
inactive inertials with nothing to
do because the Psychics they've
been nullifying aren't around, and
what worries me even more, a lot
more, is that requests for
anti-psychics have dropped - which
you would expect, given that so
many Psychics are missing. But I
know they're on one single project;
I mean, I believe. Anyhow, I'm sure
of it; somebody's hired the bunch
of them, but only Hollis knows who
it is or where it is. Or that's
what it's all about.
Silence. Travers leans back in his chair and runs his
fingers through his hair.
ELLA
(OC)
Tell me what this Melipone person
is like.
TRAVERS
A screwball.
ELLA
(OC)
Working for money? Or out of
conviction? I always feel wary
about that, when they have that
psychic mystique, that sense of
purpose and cosmic identity. Like
that awful Sarapis had; remember
him?
TRAVERS
Sarapis isn't around anymore.
Hollis allegedly bumped him off
because he connived to set up his
own outfit in competition with
Hollis. One of his precogs tipped
Hollis off. Melipone is much
tougher on us than Sarapis was.
When he's hot it takes three
inertials to balance his field, and
there's no profit in that; we
collect - or did collect - the same
fee we get with one inertial.
Because the Society has a rate
schedule now which we're bound by.
As near as we can tell, Melipone is
a money-Psychic. Does that make you
feel better? Is that less bad?
Ella?
Silence
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Hey, hello there, Ella, can you
hear me? Is something wrong?
A young boy's voice (Cameron Boyce?) comes on the line.
JORY
(OC)
My name is Jory.
Travers starts to panic.
TRAVERS
Get off the line, I was talking to
my wife Ella; where'd you come
from?
JORY
(OC)
I am Jory, and no one talks to me.
I'd like to visit with you for a
while, mister, if that's okay with
you. What's your name?
TRAVERS
I want my wife, Mrs Ella Runciter;
I paid to talk to her, and that's
who I want to talk to, not you.
JORY
(OC)
I know Mrs Runciter, she talks to
me, but it isn't the same as
somebody like you talking to me,
somebody in the world. Mrs Runciter
is here where we are; it doesn't
count because she doesn't know any
more than we do. What year is it,
mister? Did they send that big ship
to Proxima? I'm very interested in
that; maybe you can tell me. And if
you want, I can tell Mrs Rincoter
later on. Okay?
Travers removes the pair of headphones, and runs out of his
office.
INT. - CORRIDOR
Travers eventually finds Herbert, stops running, and starts
to pant.
HERB
Is something the matter, Commodore?
Can I assist you?
TRAVERS
I've got something coming in over
the wire, instead of Ella. Damn you
guys and your shoddy business
practices; this shouldn't happen,
and what does it mean?
Herbert starts to walk toward Travers' offices, and Travers
follows.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
If I ran my business this way...
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; ZÜRICH
HERB
Did the individual identify
himself?
TRAVERS
Yeah, he called himself Jory
Herbert frowns.
HERB
That would be Jory Miller. I
believe he's located next to your
wife. In the bin.
TRAVERS
But I can see it's Ella!
HERB
After prolonged proximity, there is
occasionally a mutual osmosis, a
suffusion between the mentalities
of half-lifers. Jory Miller's
cephalic activity is particularly
good; your wife's is not. That
makes for an unfortunately one-way
passage of passage of protophasons.
TRAVERS
Can you correct it? Get that thing
out of my wife's mind and get her
back - that's your job!
HERB
If this condition persists your
money will be returned to you.
TRAVERS
Who cares about the money? Fuck the
money! If you don't get this Jory
person off the line, I'll sue you!
Herbert places his smartphone against the glass of the tank
and put the pair of headphones on.
HERB
(To Jory)
Phase out Jory, that's a good boy.
(To Travers)
Jory passed at fifteen; that's why
he has so much vitality. Actually
this has happened before; Jory has
shown up several times where he
shouldn't be.
(To Jory)
This is very unfair of you, Jory;
Mr Runciter has come a long way to
talk to his wife. Don't dim her
signal, Jory; that's not nice
(Pause)
I know her signal is weak.
TRAVERS
What'd he say? Will he get out of
there and let me talk to Ella?
HERB
There is nothing Jory can do. Think
of two AM radio transmitters, one
close by but limited to only
five-hundred watts of operating
power. Then another far off, but on
the same or nearly the same
frequency, and utilizing
five-thousand watts. When night
comes -
TRAVERS
And night has come. At least for
Ella.
HERB
When we return her to the bin, we
won't install her near Jory again.
In fact, if you're agreeable as to
paying the somewhat larger monthly
fee, we can place her in a
high-grade isolated chamber with
walls coated and reinforced with
Teflon-26 so as to inhibit any
hetero-psychic infusion - from Jory
or anyone else.
TRAVERS
Isn't it too late?
HERB
She may return. Once Jory phases
out. Plus anyone else who may have
gotten into her because of her
weakened state. She's accessible to
almost anyone. She may not like
being isolated, Commodore. We keep
the containers - the caskets, as
they're called by the lay public -
close together for a reason.
Wandering through one another's
mind those in half-life the only -
TRAVERS
Put her in solitary right now.
Better she be isolated than not
exist at all.
HERB
She exists, she merely can't
contact you. There's a difference.
TRAVERS
A metaphysical difference which
means nothing to me.
HERB
I will put her in isolation, but I
think you're right; it's too late.
Jory has permeated her permanently,
to some extent at least. I'm sorry.
TRAVERS
So am I.
INT. - MORATORIUM CORRIDOR 2
MASTER
I also want to see how in hell they
could support a Time Lord.
An alarm starts to sound.
MASTER
(Cont'd)
I thought you disabled the alarm.
DOCTOR
So did I!
Two armed guards run in and point guns at the Doctor and
Master.
GUARD 1
Oi! You! Hands in the air!
GUARD 2
Which one of you is the half-life?
The first guard is holding a small round device in his free
hand.
DOCTOR
What the fuck are you two on about?
GUARD 2
�� Language!
GUARD 1
It's the ugly bitch in the
victorian dress.
MASTER
How dare you!
GUARD 1
Should I?
GUARD 2
Best thing to do.
The first guard shoots the Master point-blank. He then
speaks into his radio.
GUARD 1
All right, call off the alarm.
All's been dealt with.
The second guard point his gun at the Doctor.
GUARD 2
Did you let the halfer out?
The Doctor is speechless.
GUARD 1
Nah, she's too pretty to do
something like that!
The guards walk away, joking and laughing. The Doctor cries
out in pain.
DOCTOR
Shit, shit, shit.
(Shouting)
Someone call an ambulance! Please!
MASTER
Here we go again.
DOCTOR
Regenerate, come on, how hard can
it be?
The Master attempts to get up again, but is clearly
struggling to even sit up straight.
MASTER
It isn't a matter of refusal. No,
not this time.
She coughs and splutters.
DOCTOR
Focus on yourself. Try and stay
calm.
The Master laughs.
MASTER
Like you.
DOCTOR
You're gonna be alright.
Both the Doctor and the Master start to cry.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
I know, I know.
Sandra (Reese Blutstein?) walks by and stops.
SANDRA
Oh, god...
DOCTOR
Call an ambulance, please.
Sandra takes out her phone and dials.
SANDRA
I have someone here. I think a
half-life. Must have gotten out of
her tank.
The Master looks at the Doctor, and smiles, while Sandra is
still on the phone.
MASTER
Hey, you.
She starts to sob.
DOCTOR
Hey.
MASTER
Sorry for everything I must've put
you through.
She starts to hyperventilate.
MASTER
(Cont'd)
Don't blame you. For hating me. If
Susan or Jenny had brought someone
like me home I'd be well
disappointed.
DOCTOR
That's ridiculous. You're my best
friend and I couldn't be more glad.
And you care, you care and that's
all that matters.
MASTER
I do care.
DOCTOR
Love you. You're going to be fine.
SANDRA
You will. Hang in there.
MASTER
You know what this reminds me of?
DOCTOR
What?
MASTER
San Francisco.
DOCTOR
Wait - I thought that was New York!
MASTER
No, no, that was when the Monk put
that bull on the top floor of the
Chrysler building. What a fun day.
DOCTOR
You can talk. I was hungover for a
week. But yes, it was fun. When
were you thinking of?
MASTER
1999. New Years Eve. You got shot
by that gang.
DOCTOR
Got to know the bloke they meant to
kill. Nice guy. Made a killer
burger.
MASTER
I used the body of some financial
executive. Poor human. Might try
that again. See what I can do
DOCTOR
I don't think that'll work a third
time, sweetie.
MASTER
Used up my nine lives. In all
honesty, if I was to lose one of
us, I'm glad it was me.
DOCTOR
Don't say that. You're not gonna
leave me. Not now.
MASTER
Not now, not ever. I've never seen
you cry like this since our rabbit
died. You can put me in the garden.
DOCTOR
You're good. How can you joke?
MASTER
Yeah, you're right. I am good.
She gasps for air, then sighs. We then see her eyes roll
back into her head, foams at the mouth, skin goes pale, and
her eyelids flutter and close. Glowing regeneration energy
slowly seeps out of her open mouth.
SANDRA
(To operator)
I think she's gone.
DOCTOR
No. No. No, no, no, no, no!
INT. - SANDRA'S APARTMENT - KITCHEN
Late at night. A small and pathetic kitchen, only with the
essentials -fridge, countertop, and stove, with a small
table in the middle of it all, with a few old chairs
surrounding it. Sandra wearily walks into her kitchen in a
pinstripe pyjama top and underwear, and sits at her kitchen
table. She is clearly hungover. Sandra then opens up a
holographic screen on her desk - known as a 'Desk', and
brings up a video.
FIONA BRUCE
What could Stanton Mick, the
reclusive, interplanetary known
speculator and financer, be up to?
This is what the business community
asked itself as rumour leaked out
of Whitehall that the dashing but
peculiar industrial magnate, who
once offered to build free of
charge a fleet by which Israel
could colonize and make fertile
otherwise desert areas of Mars, had
asked for and may possibly receive
a staggering and unprecedented loan
of -
Sandra leans forward and starts to fiddle with her Desk.
SANDRA
Stupid Desk. This isn't gossip.
Today I want to hear about which TV
star is sleeping with whose
drug-addicted wife.
While Sandra was talking, another young woman (Chloë Grace
Moretz?) walks in. She is around the same age as Sandra, and
in similar clothing. Except she is taller, and has long,
flowing, blonde hair. She is clearly lethargic, but still
has the energy to warmly wrap her arms around Sandra.
ALICE
Sandy, hon, what are you doing up?
It's three in the fucking morning.
SANDRA
Had a bit too much to drink with
the boys. Can't get a wink.
ALICE
Why can't you take a soporific?
SANDRA
I'm out.
Alice sits down next to her.
ALICE
Didn't you just get a new pack?
SANDRA
They're out due to 'my own oral
greed', as Dr. Daniels puts it.
ALICE
But out nevertheless. And by law
you can't get more until Tuesday.
SANDRA
Tuesday. Two more long days.
DESK
(OC)
Setting filter for - 'Low gossip'
LORRAINE
(OC)
Accosted by a cutpurse in a fancy
New New York after-hours mole the
other night -
Sandra lies down and puts her head on Alice's lap.
LORRAINE
(OC)(Cont'd)
Lola Herzberg-Wright bounced a
swift right jab off the chops of
the do-badder which sent him
reeling on to the table where King
Egon Groat of Sweden and an
unidentified woman with
astonishingly large -
The Desk lights up green, with a message saying 'DOOR
ALERT'. Underneath, three options - 'Accept', 'Talk', and
'Decline'. Sandra groans and presses 'Talk'. The screen goes
from green to a glowing white dot, the size of a tennis
ball.
SANDRA
Who is it?
ANDERSON
(OC)(Middle-aged, female)
I know it's early, Sandra, but I
just hit town. Major Anderson here;
I've got a firm prospect that I
snared in Topeka - I read this one
as magnificent and I want your
confirmation before I lay the pitch
in Travers' lap. Anyhow, he's in
Switzerland.
SANDRA
I don't have my test equipment in
the apartment.
ANDERSON
(OC)
I'll shoot over to the shop and
pick it up for you.
ALICE
It's not at the shop. It's in my
car. I didn't get around to
unloading it last night.
Sandra shoots Alice a dirty look
ALICE
(Cont'd)
Can't it wait until after nine?
ANDERSON
(OC)
Dearie, this is a sweet number, a
walking symposium of miracles
that'll curl the needles of your
gauges and, in addition, give new
life to the firm, which it badly
needs. And furthermore -
SANDRA
It's an anti what? Telepath?
ANDERSON
(OC)
I'll lay it on you right out in
front, I don't know. Listen,
Sandra. This is confidential, this
particular one. I can't stand down
here at the gate gum-flapping away
out loud; somebody might overhear.
In fact I'm already picking up the
thoughts of some nosey shit in a
ground level apartment; he -
SANDRA
Okay. Once started, your relentless
monologues can't be aborted anyhow;
I might as well listen. Give me
five minutes to get dressed and
find out if I've got any coffee in
the apartment anywhere.
(to Alice)
Let her in while I'm making myself
up.
ALICE
If I must.
SANDRA
(Sarcastically)
Yes. You must.
(Laughing)
Love you.
Sandra kisses Alice on the cheek and walks off. Alice
fiddles around with the screen, and Anderson walks in soon
afterwards. Anderson (Pam St. Clement?) is an average-height
woman, in her late sixties or early seventies, with white
hair, a pink velvet shirt-dress, large earrings, and heavy
mascara and eyeshadow. She sits down at the kitchen table,
and turns to Alice.
ANDERSON
You'll like her. Although, as it
happens, she's the daughter of a -
ALICE
Her? Our apartment's unfit to be
seen; we're behind in our payments
to the clean-up robots - they
haven't been inside here in two
weeks -
ANDERSON
I'll ask her if she cares.
ALICE
Don't ask her. I - we care. I'll
ask Sandy to test her out down at
the shop, on Traver's time.
ANDERSON
I checked her thought processes.
She doesn't care.
Sandra walks into the kitchen in a black and white jumpsuit.
SANDRA
I've heard what you two were
talking about from the next room.
How old is this woman? She's likely
to be only a child, knowing you
lot.
ALICE
I heard a lot of new inertials are
children. Makes sense.
ANDERSON
How old are you dear? You're
nineteen, Sandra. And you, Alice
you're - twenty.
ALICE
Well, that shot that.
SANDRA
Give me until nine.
ANDERSON
Too late.
SANDRA
Okay, eight.
(Pause and a sigh.)
If I work fast, and if I miss both
coffee and breakfast, I could
probably effect a tidy apartment by
then.
ALICE
At least it seems worth trying.
SANDRA
Do we have a vacuum cleaner?
Alice gets up and checks the cupboard.
ALICE
Uh - no.
SANDRA
A broom?
ALICE
No, again.
Anderson smirks.
ANDERSON
Oh, dear. I'll give you some
privacy.
She then stands up and leaves the apartment.
ALICE
Well, that's me off to bed, if
that's okay with you.
SANDRA
Sure, go ahead. See you tomorrow.
Alice goes back into the bedroom. Sandra opens her desk
again, and pulls up a keypad. She dials in the number 214,
and a scruffy looking man (Woody Harrelson?) soon appears.
SANDRA
Listen, I'm now in a position to
divert some of my funds in the
direction of settling my bill
vis-à-vis your clean-up robots. I'd
like them up here right now to go
over my apartment. I'll pay the
full and entire bill when they're
finished.
MAINTENANCE DEP.
Ma'am, you'll pay your full and
entire bill before they start.
SANDRA
I'll charge my overdue bill against
my Triangular Magic Key. That will
transfer the obligation out of your
jurisdiction; on your books it'll
show as total restitution.
MAINTENANCE DEP.
Plus fines, plus penalties.
SANDRA
I'll charge those against my
Heart-Shaped -
MAINTENANCE DEP.
Ms Archer, the Ferris and Brockman
Retail Credit Auditing and Analysis
Agency has published a special
flyer on you. Our receptor slot
received it yesterday and it
remains fresh in our minds. Since
July you've dropped from a triple G
status creditwise to quadruple G.
Our department - in fact this
entire conapt building - is now
programmed against an extension of
services and/or credit to such
pathetic anomalies such as
yourself, ma'am. Regarding you,
everything must be handled on a
basic-cash subfloor. In fact,
you'll be on a basic-cash subfloor
for the rest of your life. In fact
-
Sandra hangs up. We then cut to her running around her
apartment, putting away unnecessary items such as dirty
dishes and old magazines. We then cut to her sitting on a
windowsill with a cup of coffee, as the sun is rising. Out
of the window is the skyline of a city; skyscrapers, office
buildings, and the like. Alice comes into the room in a
green dress.
ALICE
Hey, you.
SANDRA
Hey.
(Pause)
I might get a second job;
part-time. Just for a while. I need
to catch up on some bills.
ALICE
Honey, no. I barely get to see you
with you at that job with Travers,
with an extra job -
SANDRA
Alice, it's only for a couple of
weeks. Just to raise my credit
score.
ALICE
That maintenance shit is a cheat.
SANDRA
Tell me something new.
There's a pause. Alice puts her arms around Sandra, and
rests her chin on Sandra's shoulder.
ALICE
Look, honey, I need to get to work.
It's the day of the kids' assembly
at the school, so I can't take the
day off. You going to work?
Sandra shakes her head.
SANDRA
Travers gave me the day off to deal
with Anderson's inertial. I'll do
some job searching after if I have
time.
ALICE
Okay. I'll see you this evening,
then?
SANDRA
Yeah. See you. Bye.
ALICE
Bye.
Alice kisses Sandra on the cheek, and leaves. Anderson and
the girl (Ariana Grande?) enters soon afterwards.
ANDERSON
This is Pat. Never mind her last
name. Pat, this is the company's
highly skilled, first-line
electrical type tester.
PATRICIA
Is it you that's electrical? Or
your tests?
SANDRA
We trade off. Sit down, have a cup
of actual coffee.
Patricia sits down at the kitchen table.
PATRICIA
Such luxury. How can you afford
real coffee, Ms Archer?
ANDERSON
Sandra gets paid a hell of a lot.
The firm couldn't operate without
her.
Anderson takes a cigarette out of Sandra's dispenser.
SANDRA
Put it back. I'm almost out and I
used up my last green ration stamp
on the coffee.
ANDERSON
I paid for the door.
Anderson offers one to Patricia. She refuses.
ANDERSON
(Cont'd)
Sandra puts on an act, pay no
attention. Like look how she keeps
her place. Shows she's creative,
all geniuses live like this.
Where's your test equipment,
Sandra? We're wasting time.
SANDRA
You're dressed oddly.
PATRICIA
I maintain the subsurface vidphones
lines at the Topeka Kibbutz. Only
women can hold jobs involving
manual labor at that particular
kibbutz.
SANDRA
That inscription on your arm, that
tattoo; is that Hebrew?
PATRICIA
Latin.
Patricia gets up and looks around the apartment.
PATRICIA
(Cont'd)
I've never seen an apartment so
cluttered with rubbish. Don't you
have a mistress?
ANDERSON
These electrical-expert types have
no time for tarra-tiddle. Listen,
Archer, this girl's parents work
for Ray Hollis. Is they knew she
was here they'd give her a frontal
lobotomy.
SANDRA
(To Patricia)
They don't know you have a
counter-talent?
Patricia shakes her head.
PATRICIA
No. I didn't really understand it
either until your scout sat me down
in the kibbutz cafeteria and told
me. Maybe it's true.
She shrugs.
PATRICIA
(Cont'd)
Maybe not. She said you could show
me objective proof of it, with your
testing battery.
SANDRA
How would you feel if the tests
show that you have it?
PATRICIA
It seems so - negative. I don't do
anything; I don't move objects or
turn stones into bread or give
birth without impregnation or
reverse the illness process in sick
people. Or read minds. Or look into
the future - not even common
talents like that. I just negate
someone else's ability. It seems -
stultifying.
SANDRA
As a survival factor for the human
race, it's as useful as the psychic
factors. Especially for us norms.
With a sharpie, Sandra draws the following on the wooden
table.
SANDRA
(Cont'd)
The anti-psychic factor is a
natural restoration of ecological
balance. An insect learns to fly,
so another builds a web to trap
him. Is that the same as no flight?
Clams developed hard hard shells to
protect them; therefore, birds
learn to fly the clam up high in
the air and drop him on a rock. In
a sense, you're a life form preying
on the psychics, and the psychics
are life forms that prey on the
norms. That makes you a friend of
the so-called 'Norm class'.
Balance, the full circle, predator
and prey. It appears to be an
eternal system; and, frankly, I
can't see how it could be improved.
PATRICIA
I might be considered a traitor.
SANDRA
Does it bother you?
PATRICIA
It bothers me that people will feel
hostile toward me. But I guess you
can't live very long without
arousing hostility; you can't
please everybody, because people
want different things. Please one
and you displease another.
SANDRA
What is your anti-talent?
PATRICIA
It's hard to explain.
ANDERSON
Like I say, it's unique; I've never
heard of it before.
SANDRA
Which psychic talent does it
contract?
PATRICIA
Precognicient, I guess.
Patricia looks to Anderson, who still has a smirk of
enthusiasm.
PATRICIA
(Cont'd)
Your scout Ms Anderson explained it
to me. I knew I did something
funny; I've always had these
strange periods in my life,
starting in my sixth year. I never
told my parents, because I sensed
that it would displease them.
SANDRA
Are they precogs?
PATRICIA
Yes.
SANDRA
Yes, it would have displeased them.
But if you used it around them even
once - they would have known.
Didn't they suspect? Didn't you
interfere with their ability?
PATRICIA
I - I think I did interfere but
they didn't know it.
SANDRA
Let me explain how the anti-precog
generally functions.
She gets her sharpie out again.
SANDRA
(Cont'd)
Functions, in fact, in every case
we know of. The precog sees a
variety of futures, laid out side
by side like cells in a beehive.
ANDERSON
For him one has greater luminosity,
and this he picks. Once he has
picked it the anti-precog can do
nothing.
SANDRA
The anti-precog has to be present
when the precog is in the process
of deciding, not after. The
anti-precog makes all futures seem
equally real to the precog; he
aborts all his talent to choose at
all. A precog is instantly aware
when an anti-precog is nearby
because his entire relationship to
the future is altered. In the case
of telepaths a similar impairment -
Anderson sits down.
ANDERSON
She goes back in time.
Sandra glares at Anderson, while Anderson savours the
moment.
ANDERSON
(Cont'd)
Back in time, the precog affected
by her still sees one predominant
future; like I said, the one
luminous possibility. And he
chooses it, and he's right. But why
is it right? Why is it luminous?
Because this girl -
She shrugs in Patricia's direction.
ANDERSON
(Cont'd)
Pat controls the future; that one
luminous possibility is luminous
because she's gone into the past
and changed the precog; he's
affected without knowing it and his
talent seems to work, whereas it
really doesn't. So that's one
advantage of her anti-talent over
other anti-precog talents. The
other - and greater - is that she
can cancel out the precog's
decision after he's made it. She
can enter the situation later on,
and this problem has always hung us
up, as you know; if we didn't get
in there from the start we couldn't
do anything. In a way, we never
could truly abort the precog
ability as we've done with the
others; right? Hasn't that been a
weak link in our services?
SANDRA
Interesting.
ANDERSON
Hell - 'interesting'? This is the
greatest anti-talent to emerge thus
far!
PATRICIA
(In a low voice,
apologetically)
I don't go back in time. I do
something, but Ms Anderson has
built it all up out of proportion
to reality.
ANDERSON
I can read your mind. I know you
can change the past; you've done
it.
PATRICIA
I can change the past but I don't
go into the past; I don't
time-travel, as you want your
tester to think.
SANDRA
How do you change the past?
PATRICIA
I think about it. One specific
aspect of it, such as one incident,
or something somebody said. Or a
little thing that happened that I
wish hadn't happened. The first
time I did it, as a child -
Anderson sighs
ANDERSON
When she was six years old, living
in Detroit, with her parents of
course, she broke a ceramic antique
statue that her father treasured.
SANDRA
Didn't your father foresee it, with
his precog ability?
PATRICIA
He foresaw it, and he punished me a
week before I broke the statue. But
he said it was inevitable; you know
the precog talent. They can foresee
but they can't change anything.
Then after the statue did break -
after I broke it, I should say - I
brooded about it, and I thought
about that week before it broke
when I didn't get any dessert at
dinner and had to go to bed before
five p.m. I thought, Christ - or
whatever a kid says - isn't there
some way these unfortunate events
can be averted?
ANDERSON
Your father's precog ability didn't
seem very spectacular to you, did
it?
PATRICIA
Not really, since he couldn't alter
events; I still feel that way, a
sort of contempt. I spent a month
trying to will the damn statue back
into one piece; in my mind I kept
going back to before it broke,
imagining what it had looked like
... which was awful. And then one
morning when I got up - I even
dreamed about it at night - there
it stood. At it used to be.
Patricia leans towards Sandra.
PATRICIA
(Cont'd)
But neither of my parents noticed
anything. It seemed perfectly
normal to them that the statue was
in one piece; they thought it had
always been in one piece. I was the
only one who remembered.
Sandra offers a cigarette to Patricia, who accepts it, and
lights up.
SANDRA
I'll go get my test equipment from
the car.
Anderson tries to open the door.
HOUSE
(OC)
Five cents, please.
SANDRA
(To Anderson)
Pay the door.
ANDERSON
What? But I found her, the bounty
is mine. I spent almost ten days
tracing the field to her; I -
SANDRA
I can't test her with your field
present, as you well know. Talent
and anti-talent fields deform each
other; if they didn't we wouldn't
be in this line of business.
She leans out her hand waiting for change as Anderson gets
to her feet.
SANDRA
(Cont'd)
And you can leave me a couple of
nickles, too. So she and I can get
out of here.
PATRICIA
I have change in my purse.
SANDRA
This is different.
She hands a nickel to Sandra, and the door opens.
ANDERSON
I don't have any more nickles, I
can't get out.
Sandra and Patricia turn around and look at Anderson. She
sighs and storms out.
ANDERSON
(Cont'd)
You sure shot me down. Both of you.
I discovered her. This is a
cutthroat business when -
The door slams shut behind her.
PATRICIA
When her enthusiasm goes, there
isn't much left of her.
SANDRA
She's okay. Anyhow, she did her
part. Now -
PATRICIA
Now it's your turn, so to speak.
May I take off my boots?
SANDRA
Sure.
PATRICIA
A shower?
SANDRA
A quarter.
(Pause)
It costs a quarter.
PATRICIA
At the kibbutz everything is free.
Sandra is shocked.
SANDRA
Free? That's not economically
feasible. How can it operate on
that basis? For more than a month?
PATRICIA
Our salaries are paid in and we're
credited with having done our job.
The aggregate of our earnings
underwrites the kibbutz as a whole.
Actually, the Topeka Kibbutz has
shown a profit for several years;
we, as a group, are putting in more
than we're taking out.
Her shirt is suddenly off, however we do not see her taking
it off.
SANDRA
Are you sure you want to do that?
Take off your clothes, I mean?
PATRICIA
You don't remember?
SANDRA
Remember what?
PATRICIA
My not taking off my clothes. In
another present, you didn't like
that very much, and so I eradicated
that; hence this.
Patricia stands up.
SANDRA
What did I do when you didn't take
off your clothes? Refuse to test
you?
PATRICIA
You mumbled something about Ms
Anderson having overrated my
anti-talent.
SANDRA
I don't work that way; I don't do
that.
Patricia bends down and rummages through her blouse and
hands Sandra a folded piece of paper.
PATRICIA
Here. From the previous present;
the one I abolished.
SANDRA
Anti-psychic field generated -
inadequate. Below standard
throughout. No value against precog
ratings now in existence.
We now see the sheet of paper - a stamp mark underneath the
analysis saying 'DO NOT HIRE'. She refolds it and returns it
to Patricia, who returns it to her blouse.
PATRICIA
Do you need to test me? After
seeing that?
SANDRA
I have a regular procedure, six
indices which -
PATRICIA
You're a little, debt-stricken,
ineffective bureaucrat who can't
even scrape together enough coins
to pay her door to let her out of
her apartment.
SANDRA
This is a bad spot right now. I'll
be back on my feet financially any
day now. I can get a loan. From the
firm, if necessary.
She walks over to the coffee machine.
SANDRA
(Cont'd)
Cream? Sugar?
PATRICIA
Cream.
Sandra tries to open the fridge.
HOUSE
Ten cents, please. Five cents for
opening my door; five cents for the
cream.
SANDRA
It isn't cream; it's plain milk.
Just this one time, I swear to God
I'll pay you back. Tonight.
PATRICIA
Here.
She slides a dime across the table toward Sandra.
PATRICIA
(Cont'd)
At least you have your partner. You
really have failed, haven't you? I
knew it when Ms Anderson -
SANDRA
It isn't always like this.
PATRICIA
Do you want me to bail you out of
your problems?
She puts her hands in the pockets of her jeans.
PATRICIA
(Cont'd)
You know I can. Sit down and write
out your evaluation report on me.
Forget the tests. My talent is
unique anyway; you can't measure
the field I produce - it's in the
past and you're testing me in the
present, which simply takes place
as an automatic consequence. Do you
agree?
SANDRA
Let me see that evaluation sheet
you have in your blouse. I want to
look at it one more time. Before I
decide.
Patricia brings Sandra the piece of paper, and Sandra sits
down.
SANDRA
(Cont'd)
My writing, yes, it's true.
She returns the piece of paper, then takes a fresh piece of
similar paper. Sandra then writes 'Has unbelievable power.
Anti-psychic field unique in scope. Can probably negate any
assembly of precogs imaginable'. She then writes two crosses
underneath, and underlines both of them. Patricia is
standing behind Sandra.
PATRICIA
What do the two underlined crosses
mean?
SANDRA
Hire her. At whatever cost
required.
PATRICIA
Thank you.
Patricia picks up a bag, takes out a stuffed envelope, and
hands it to Sandra.
PATRICIA
(Cont'd)
This will help you with expenses. I
couldn't give it to you earlier,
before you made your official
evaluation of me. You would have
cancelled very nearly everything
and you would have gone to your
grave thinking I had bribed you.
Ultimately you would have even
decided I had no counter-talent.
Patricia carries on undressing, while Sandra, without
noticing Patricia, signs the paper. Patricia then makes her
way to the bathroom.
PATRICIA
(Cont'd)
When can I move my things in here?
I consider it mine as of now, since
I've already paid you what must be
virtually the entire month's rent.
SANDRA
Anytime.
Patricia enters the bathroom. Sandra then quickly writes in
the bottom right-hand corner of the page 'PTO', flips over
the piece of paper, and writes in small writing 'Watch this
person. She is a hazard to the firm. She is dangerous'. She
then folds it up, puts the piece of paper in an envelope,
and puts it in Patricia's bag.
HOUSE
(OC)
Fifty cents, please. Before turning
on the water.
Patricia runs back into the kitchen and reaches fifty cents
out of her purse, and then runs back to the bathroom.
Afterwards, Sandra opens up her Desk, opens her contact
list, selects Alice, and turns the volume down to 25%.
INT. - LIMOUSINE, NEW YORK CITY
Travers is sitting in a limousine, driving through a rainy
New York City, with a small television playing in the
background.
TELEVISION
Wild new Ubik salad dressing, not
Italian, not French, but an
entirely new and different taste
treat that's waking up the world.
Wake up to Ubik and be wild! Safe
when taken as directed.
Travers looks out of the rain splattered window.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK
The next day.
An office very similar to Travers' office in Zurich. In this
office, however, there is a large flat screen television in
the left hand corner of the room. A call comes in on the
television, the call ID reading 'Public Relations'. Tamish
(Turk Pipkin?)
TRAVERS
Tamish - I've only just got back
from Zürich. I conferred with Ella
there.
TAMISH
Very good, Commodore Travers. Look
we -
A knock at the door.
TRAVERS
Hold on. Come in.
A man (Rory Cochrane?) with stubble and black, stringy hair
knocks on the door, and cautiosly enters - Charles Freck.
FRECK
Commodore.
TRAVERS
What do you want, Freck?
Freck itches his arms and what little beard he has.
FRECK
Apologies, sir. I had no other
choice but to bother you.
TRAVERS
Okay, Freck, what is it?
FRECK
A new client, Commodore. I think
you should see her.
Travers gestures toward the television.
TRAVERS
As soon as I'm off the phone.
He turns to the television.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)(to Tamish)
How often do our ads run on
prime-time TV planetwide? Still
once every third hour?
TAMISH
Not quite that, Commodore. Over the
course of a full day, prudence ads
apppear on an average of once every
third hour per UHF channel, but the
cost of prime time -
TRAVERS
I want them to appear every hour.
Ella thinks that would be better.
(To Freck)
Freck, sit down.
Freck does so.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd) (To Freck)
You know that recent Supreme Court
ruling where one spouse can legally
murder the other if they can prove
that the other wouldn't under any
circumstances give the first a
divorce?
FRECK
Yes, the so called -
TRAVERS
I don't care what it's called.
(To Tamish)
What matters is that we have a TV
ad made up on that already.
(To Freck)
How does that go? I'm trying to
remember it.
FRECK
There's this man, an ex-husband,
being tried. First comes a shot of
the jury, then the judge, then a
pan-up on the prosecuting attorney
cross-examining the ex-husband. He
says 'It would seem, sir, that your
wife -'
TRAVERS
That's right.
TAMISH
Is it not the assumption, however,
that the missing Psychics are at
work, as a group, for one of the
large investment houses? Seeing as
how this is probably so, perhaps we
should stress one of our
business-establishment comercials.
Do you perhaps recall this one,
Commodore? It shows a husband home
from his job at the end of the day;
he still is suited up. He seats
himself wearily on the living room
couch, next to his wife, starts to
take off one of his gauntlets, then
hunches over, frowns and says
'Gosh, Jill, I wish I knew what's
been wrong with me lately.
Sometimes, with greater frequency
almost every day, the least little
remark at the office makes me think
that, well, somebody's reading my
mind!'. Then she says, 'If you're
worried about that, why don't we
contact our nearest prudence
organisation? They'll lease us an
intertial at prices easy on our
budget, and then you'll feel like
your old self again!'. Then this
great smile appears on his face and
he says 'Why, this nagging feeling
is already -'
FRECK
Please, Commodore Travers.
TRAVERS
(To Tamish)
I'll talk to you later, Tamish.
Anyhow, get hold of the networks
and start our material on the
hourbasis I outlined.
He hangs up the phone, and turns to Freck.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
I went all the way to Switzerland,
and had Ella roused, to get that
information, that advice.
Freck walks to the door, and pops his head outside.
FRECK
(To Wright)
Commodore Travers is free, Ms
Wright.
Freck leaves, while a tall, blonde woman (Robin Wright?) in
her mid-late forties enters.
TRAVERS
Ah, Ms Wright. I can't give you too
much time; maybe you should just
get to the point. What's the
problem?
WRIGHT
We're having a little trouble with
telepaths. We think so but we're
not sure. We maintain a telepath of
our own - one we know about and
who's supposed to circulate among
our employees. If he comes across
any Psychics, telepaths or precogs
of any kind, he's supposed to
report to my principal. Late last
week he made such a report. We have
an evaluation, done by a private
firm, on the capacities of the
various prudence agencies. Yours is
rated foremost.
TRAVERS
I know that.
We see a folder labelled 'Evaluation' on Travers' desk.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
How many telepaths did your man
pick up? More than one?
WRIGHT
Two at least.
TRAVERS
Possibly more?
WRIGHT
Possibly.
TRAVERS
Here is how we operate. First we
measure the psychic field
objectively, so we can tell what
we're dealing with. That generally
takes from one week to ten days,
depending on -
WRIGHT
My employer wants you to move in
your intertials right away, without
the time-consuming and expensive
formality of making tests.
TRAVERS
We wouldn't know how many inertials
to bring in. Or what kind. Or where
to station them. Defusing a psychic
operation has to be done on a
systematic basis; we can't wave a
magic wand or spray toxic fumes
into corners. We have to balance
Hollis' people individual by
individual, an anti-talent for
every talent. If Hollis has gotten
into your operation he's done it
the same way; psychic by psychic.
One gets into the personnel
department, hires another; that
person sets up a department or
takes charge of a department and
requisitions a couple
more...sometimes it takes them
months. We can't undo in
twenty-four hours what they've
constructed over a long period of
time. Big-time psychic activity is
like a mosaic; they can't afford to
be impatient, and neither can we.
WRIGHT
My employer is impatient.
TRAVERS
I'll talk to him. Who is he and
what's his his number?
WRIGHT
You'll deal through me.
TRAVERS
Maybe I won't deal at all. Why
won't you tell me who you
represent?
He presses a covert button on the bottom of his desk, and
Nina (Jen Brister?) comes in through a rear door, nods to
Travers, and then goes back in to the back room.
WRIGHT
You're hidebound; all we are asking
for is speed. And we're only asking
for that because we have to have
it. I can tell you this much; our
operation which they've infested
isn't on Earth. From the standpoint
of potential yield, as well as from
an investment standpoint, it's our
primary project. My principal has
put all his negotiable assets in to
it. Nobody is supposed to know
about it. The greatest shock to us,
in finding telepaths on this site -
TRAVERS
Excuse me.
Travers gets up, and walks to the office door.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
I'll find out how many people we
have about the place who are
available for use in this
connection.
Travers exits, shutting the office door behind him.
INT. - NINA'S OFFICE
A modern office; modern pastel-coloured fabrics chairs,
sofas and beanbags dotted around, with wooden coffee tables
next to them, and with Apple Macs on top of the coffee
tables. Nina is alone, sitting on one of the beanbags,
working on one of the Macs. Travers enters, and wearily sits
down on one of the chairs, with a heavy sigh.
TRAVERS
Find out who she represents, and
then find out how high they'll go.
NINA
Sure thing. Anything else?
TRAVERS
Reserve a place for us at a café or
restaurant once you're done. A nice
one.
NINA
I recently went to a nice place on
Lafayette Street.
TRAVERS
Is it cheap?
NINA
Compared to everything else in
Manhattan, I'd say so.
TRAVERS
Screaming babies?
NINA
Not when I was there.
TRAVERS
Great, give them a call.
He turns to a desk sticking out of the wall, with a coffee
machine, mini milk cartons, sugar and sweetener sachets, a
pot of ready-made coffee, teabags, porcelain mugs, and a
kettle. He lazily points to it, and turns to Nina.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Do you mind?
NINA
Sure, help yourself. You are my
boss, mind.
TRAVERS
That's true.
He boils the kettle, makes himself a coffee with milk and
sugar. Travers then carries the cup over to a window, and
sits on the windowsill. He looks out of the window at the
New York skyline, and lets out a sigh.
EXT. - MONTAGUE STREET
Golden regeneration energy comes down from the sky, and
gathers in to a translucent cobra on the outer wall of one
of the apartments, and slips through one of the windows.
INT. - BEDROOM
A regular teenagers/young person's bedroom. A young woman
(Lily Collins?) is lying on a bed, fast asleep. The
translucent cobra slides across the wall, nearer and nearer
to the girl. The girl's mouth is forced open, and the cobra
goes through. As this happens, she starts seizing. After a
few seconds, she calms down, and eventually sits up - her
eyes are black. She looks to the side a little bit, and
smirks. She is now the new Master.
EXT. - FRANKLIN STREET, EARLY EVENING
Travers and Wright are walking down Franklin Street. Travers
is in a trenchcoat and fedora, and Wright is in a jumpsuit.
Wright is also wearing a removable cast around his wrist.
TRAVERS
Does it still hurt?
Wright nods.
WRIGHT
It can't be that bad, though, as it
hurt right away. If it is really
bad, it doesn't hurt. The
adrenaline, and all.
TRAVERS
You should see my wife's cooking.
That hurts right away.
WRIGHT
I'll be sure to avoid it like the
plague.
TRAVERS
You do surprise me, Miss Wright.
WRIGHT
Robin, please.
TRAVERS
Robin, sorry. Usually you are too
cautious. The Catholics know of
only one way to settle their
differences.
WRIGHT
Times are difficult enough for them
here, without you provoking further
quarrels.
We see the Master, in her new body, looking at Travers and
Wright, eventually following them. She is wearing a classic
victorian night gown.
TRAVERS
I? Oh, come, be fair. Paris hates
our kind. It would do anything it
can to provoke us.
WRIGHT
You must control your temper,
Travers. As Locke says, it is
imperative that we keep the peace
at this time.
TRAVERS
Back to business, if telepaths have
gotten in to our operation, then
you have to face up to and accept
the realization that the operation
per se is no longer secret.
Independent of any specific
technical info they've picked up.
So why not tell me what the project
is?
Wright hesitates.
WRIGHT
I don't know what the project is.
TRAVERS
Or where it is?
WRIGHT
(Shake of the head)
No.
TRAVERS
Do you know who your employer is?
WRIGHT
I work for a subsidiary firm which
he financially controls; I know who
my imediate employer is - that's a
Mr Shepard Howard - but I've never
been told whom Mr Howard
represents.
EXT. - LAFAYETTE STREET, EARLY EVENING
They turn on to Lafayette Street. Travers glances behind
him, and the Master dashes in to the Canal Street (6) subway
station. He brushes it off.
TRAVERS
If we supply you with the inertials
you need, will we know where they
are being sent?
WRIGHT
Probably not.
TRAVERS
Suppose we never get them back.
WRIGHT
Why wouldn't you get them back?
After they've decontaminated our
operation -
TRAVERS
Hollis' men have been known to kill
inertials sent out to negate them.
It's my responsibility to see that
my people are protected; I can't do
that if I don't know where they
are.
EXT. - BALTHAZAR RESTAURANT
Travers and Wright start to enter the restaurant. Wright
enters, but Travers pauses outside, as Nina's voice comes
over the earpiece.
NINA
(OC)
Travers? It's Nina.
TRAVERS
Took your time. Sit rep?
NINA
(OC)
Miss Wright represents Stanton
Mick. She is his confidential
assisstant.
INT. - NINA'S OFFICE
Nina is sitting on one of the beanbags, sitting in front of
a coffee table and a laptop, with a headset on her heat.
NINA
(Cont'd)
There is no one named Shepard
Howard. The project under
discussion exists primarily on
Luna; it has to do with Techprise,
Mick's research facilities, the
controlling stock of which Miss
Wright keeps her name.
EXT. - BALTHAZAR RESTAURANT
NINA
(Cont'd)(OC)
She does not know any technical
details; no scientific evaluations
or memos or progress reports are
ever available to her by Mr Mick,
and she resents this enormously.
From Mick's staff, however, she has
picked up a general idea of the
nature of the project.
INT. - NINA'S OFFICE
NINA
(Cont'd)
Assuming that her second-hand
knowledge is accurate, the Lunar
project involves a radical, new,
low-cost interstellar drive system,
approaching the velocity of light,
which could be leased to every
moderately affluent political or
ethnological group. Mick's idea
seems to be that the drive system
will make colonization feasible on
a mass basic understructure.
EXT. - BALTHAZAR RESTAURANT
NINA
(Cont'd)(OC)
And hence no longer a monopoly of
specific governments.
Nina clicks off. Travers enters the restaurant.
INT. - BALTHAZAR RESTAURANT
Travers enters and sits down across from Wright, who has
already sat down. He pauses, in thought.
WRIGHT
What are you thinking?
TRAVERS
I'm wondering if you can afford our
services. Since I have no test data
to go on, I can only estimate how
many inertials you'll need... but
it may run as high as forty.
WRIGHT
Forty? That's quite a few...
TRAVERS
The more we make use of, the sooner
we can get the job done. Since
you're in a hurry, we'll move them
all in at one time. If you are
authorized to sign a work contract
in the name of your employer, and
you can come up with a retainer
now, we could probably accomplish
this within seventy-two hours.
INT. - NINA'S OFFICE
NINA
(Speaking in to
microphone)
As owner of Techprise she is fully
bonded. She can legally obligate
her firm up to and including its
total worth. Right now she is
calculating how much this would be,
if converted on today's market...
(Pause)
Several billion postcreds, she has
decided. But she doesn't want to do
this; she doesn't like the ides of
committing herself to both a
contract and a retainer.
INT. - BALTHAZAR RESTAURANT
NINA
(Cont'd)(OC)
She would prefer Mick's attorneys
do that, even if it means several
day's delay.
Pause. Travers looks uncomfortable.
NINA
(Cont'd)(OC)
She has an intuition that you know
- or have guessed - whom she
represents. And she's afraid you'll
up your fee accordingly.
INT. - NINA'S OFFICE
NINA
(Cont'd)
Mick knows his reputation. He
considers himself the world's
greatest mark. So he negotiates in
this manner: through someone and
some firm as a front. On the other
hand, they want as many inertials
as they can get. And they're
resigned to that being enormously
expensive.
INT. - BALTHAZAR RESTAURANT
Travers takes out a pad of paper and a sharpie, and starts
writing.
TRAVERS
Forty inertials. Let's see. Six
times fifty times three. Times
forty. I wonder who paid to put his
employees in the middle of your
project.
WRIGHT
It really doesn't really matter,
does it? What matters is that
they're there.
TRAVERS
Sometimes one never finds out. But
as you say - it's the same as when
ants find their way in to your
kitchen. You don't ask why they're
there; you just begin the job of
getting them back out.
He finishes his calculations and breathes a sigh of despair.
Wright also takes a look, and looks up in shock. She stands,
up, ready to leave.
WRIGHT
I'll - have to think it over. Do
you know if there is a payphone
near here? Where I can possibly
call Mr Howard?
TRAVERS
It's rare for any prudence
organization to have that many
inertials available at one time. If
you wait, the situation will
change. So if you want them you
better act.
WRIGHT
And you really think that it would
take that many inertials?
TRAVERS
Take a look at this.
He takes out an iPad, and Wright sits back down. Travers
fiddles around with the iPad, and then hands it over to
Wright.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
This shows the location of our
inertials plus the inertials from
other prudence organizations. In
addition to that it shows - or
tries to show - the location of all
of Hollis' psychics. I know now
where they are. I'll send this to
you over the nets. You can stay
here and meditate. There is a
vidphone over there -
He points to a corner of the restaurant, and stands up.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Hopefully, no one will bother you.
I'll be back in my office.
Travers makes his way out of the restaurant, and Wright
makes her way to the vidphone.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK - OUTER OFFICE
Back in Traver's offices, Freck is sitting behind a curved
mahogany desk. Across from the desk, there are a series of
magazines on top of wooden coffee tables, next to leather
chairs, and sitting in two of them is Patricia and a
hungover Sandra. Patricia is dressed in a long black dress,
and Sandra is in a loose-fitting tee shirt and dungarees,
while holding a large cup of coffee. Travers enters, having
just come back from his dinner with Wright.
TRAVERS
Freck, type up a work contract
specifying forty -
He notices Patricia and Sandra.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
I gather Anderson is back from
Topeka.
SANDRA
This is Patricia. Dunno her last
name.
Travers sits next to Patricia.
TRAVERS
Anti-what?
PATRICIA
Anti-Ketogenesis.
TRAVERS
What's that mean?
PATRICIA
The prevention of ketosis as by the
the administration of glucose.
TRAVERS
(To Sandra)
Explain.
SANDRA
Give Travers your test sheet.
Patricia hands over the yellow A4 sheet to Travers, who duly
reads it.
TRAVERS
Amazing score. Is she really this
good?
He glances at the back, and then up to Sandra.
SANDRA
She's the best so far.
TRAVERS
Come in to my office.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK
Travers enters his office, where the vidphone is ringing.
TRAVERS
(To Sandra and Patricia)
Sit down. Gimme a minute while I
answer this.
He takes a seat behind his desk, and Sandra and Patricia sit
across from him. Travers then presses a button on his desk,
and Wright's face appears on the TV screen.
WRIGHT
I phoned Mr Howard. He has now
given me my instructions. Mr Howard
would like the formal arrangments
made right away.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK - OUTER OFFICE
Back in the waiting room, muffles voices bleeds from
Travers' offices. We see the Master has already sat down on
one of the leather seats, reading one of the magazines. The
Doctor enters, and leans her elbows on Freck's desk.
DOCTOR
(To Freck)
Hi, can I make an appointemt with
the manager here?
FRECK
Travers?
DOCTOR
Yes, thank you.
FRECK
He'll be free in about an hour or
so. Take a seat.
The Doctor sits down next to the Master, and starts reading
a magazine. The Master turns to the Doctor, eyes still jet
black. The Doctor looks up, and notices the Masters eyes.
The Master puts her fingers up to the Doctor's temples. A
small stream of regeneration energy flows from the Master's
eyes to the Doctor's. The Master then presses her lips up
against the Doctor.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK
WRIGHT
So may we go ahead now? I've
already acquainted you with the
urgency, the time factor.
(To Sandra and Patricia)
Do you two mind waiting? My
business with Travers is of a
priority nature.
TRAVERS
You'll have to wait, Wright.
WRIGHT
I can tell you exactly, Commodore
Travers, how many inertials we
intend to take. Mr Howard feels he
can make an adequate determination
of our needs, of our problems.
TRAVERS
How many?
WRIGHT
Eleven.
TRAVERS
I'll sign the contract in a little
while. As soon as I'm free.
Travers hangs up.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)(To Sandra and
Patricia)
They'll never make it. With eleven.
Or fifteen. Or twenty. Especially
with S. Dole Melipone on the other
side. This is, as I assumed, the
potential trainee that Anderson
scouted in Topeka? And you believe
we should hire her? Both you and
Anderson agree? Then we'll hire
her, naturally. Nobody has managed
to tell me yet, which of the
psychic talents she counters.
SANDRA
Freck says you flew to Zürich. What
did Ella suggest?
TRAVERS
More ads on TV. Every hour.
(He speaks into a
dictaphone)
Draw up an agreement of employment
between ourselves and a Jane Doe;
specify the starting salary that we
and the union agreed on last
December; specify -
PATRICIA
What is the starting salary?
TRAVERS
I don't even know what you can do.
SANDRA
It's precognicient. But in a
different way.
TRAVERS
(To Sandra)
Is she ready to go to work? Or is
this one we have to train and work
with and wait for? We've got almost
forty idle inertials and and we're
hiring another; forty less, I
suppose, eleven. Thirty idle
employees, all drawing ful scale
while they sit around with their
thumbs in their thumbs in their
noses. I don't know, Sandy; I
really don't. Maybe we ought to
fire our scouts. Anyway, I think
I've found the rest if Hollis'
psychics. I'll tell you about it
later.
(Into dictaphone)
Specify that we can discharge this
Jane Doe without notice, without
severance pay or compensation of
any kind; nor is she elegible, for
the first ninety days, for pension,
health, or sick-pay benifits.
(To Pat)
Starting salary, in all cases,
begins at four hundred credits per
month, figuring on twenty hours a
week. And you'll have to join a
union. The Mine, Mill, and
Smelter-workers Union; they're the
one that signed up all the
prudence-organization employees
three years ago. I have no control
over that.
PATRICIA
I get more maintaining vidphone
relays at the Topeka Kibbutz. Your
scout Major Anderson said -
TRAVERS
Our scouts lie, and, in addition,
we're mot legally bound by anything
they say. No prudence organization
is.
Freck walks in with the typed out agreement.
FRECK
Here you go, sir.
TRAVERS
Thank you, Freck.
(To Sandra and Patricia)
I have a twenty-year old wife in
cold-pac. A beautiful woman who
when she talks to me gets pushed
out of the way by some kid named
Jory, and then I'm talking to him,
not her. Ella frozen in half-life
and dimming out - and that battered
crone for my secretary that I have
to look at all day long.
PATRICIA
I'll sign.
INT. - ASHILDR'S HOUSE - BEDROOM
A bedroom on the large side, red-maroon walls, littered with
retro furniture. Ashildr is lying in her bed, with a metal
skull cap on her head. Wires are coming out of the metal
cap, leading in to the wall. A small, old, television is
leaking muffled voices from the corner of the room.
TELEVISION
(OC)
Can't make the frug contest
because||your stomach is upset? Fix
yourself some Ubik! Ubik drops you
back in the thick of things fast.
Taken as directed, Ubik speeds
relief to head and stomach.
Remember; Ubik is only seconds
away. Avoid prolonged use. The
voices from the television starts
to glitch as we fade in to the next
scene.
DREAM STATE
Ashildr is walking across a white, desolate plane in a black
suit, with a red shirt under her jacket. A man, Matt, in an
three-piece suit is standing a few yards in front of her, at
a slight angle, so we can just see a hateful expression on
his face. He speaks with a distorted female child's voice.
MATT
I can't be myself while you're
around.
ASHILDR
Perhaps your definition of your
self-system lacks authentic
boundaries. You've erected a
precarious structure of personality
on unconscious factors over which
you have no control. That's why you
feel threatened by me. This clearly
makes the man nervous.
MATT
Aren't you an employee of a
prudence organization?
ASHILDR
And you work for Hollis. If you're
the stupendous talent you claim to
be, you can tell that by reading my
mind.
MATT
I can't read anybody's mind, my
talent is gone. I'll let you talk
to my brother, Bill. Here, Bill;
talk to this lady. Do you like this
lady?
A man with puffy grey hair, in a olive t-shirt and khaki
shorts materialises. He also speaks with a distorted child's
voice.
BILL
I like her fine because I'm a
precognicient and she doesn't
postscript me. 'I, that am
curtailed of this fair proportion,
cheated of feature by dissembling
nature' - how does it go, Matt?
MATT
'Deformed, unfinished, sent before
my time into this breathing world,
scarce half made up'
BILL
Oh, yes. I remember. 'And that so
lamely and unfashionable that dogs
bark at me as I halt by them.' From
Richard the Third.
ASHILDR
What does all of this mean?
Both the brothers give wide grins, and now speak in even
more distorted voices.
MATT
It means that we are going to kill
you.
INT. - ASHILDR'S HOUSE - BEDROOM
A distant ringing of Ashildr's desk wakes her up. She gets
up, lethargic, and slowly walks from her bedroom in to her
living room.
INT. - ASHILDR'S HOUSE - LIVING ROOM
The hologram-screen says 'Travers' in clear text, with green
and red phone logos underneath. She presses the green.
ASHILDR
Travers. Has a job turned up for
me?
TRAVERS
(OC)
Ash, I'm glad I caught you. A group
is forming under Sandra Archer's
and my direction; eleven in all, a
major work assignment for those we
choose. We've been examining
everyone's history. Sandra thinks
yours looks good, and I tend to
agree. How long will it take you to
get down here?
ASHILDR
For this one will I be living -
TRAVERS
Yes, you'll have to pack. We're
supposed to be packed and ready to
go at all times; that's a rule I
don't ever want broken, especially
in a case like this where there's a
time factor.
ASHILDR
I am packed. I'll be at the New
York office in fifteen minutes. All
I have to do is leave a note for my
husband, who's at work.
TRAVERS
Well, okay. I'll see you soon.
Ashildr hangs up, and sits down on her bed. We see
flashbacks of the dream she had.
ASHILDR
But I've never read Richard the
Third. How would I know poetry I've
never read?
Uneasy, she hurriedly gets dressed.
INT. - TRAVERS OFFICES; NEW YORK
Travers is still sitting behind his desk. He presses a
button on his intercom.
TRAVERS
Make a bounty check, Freck. Payable
to Major Anderson, for one-hundred
postcreds.
FRECK
(OC)
Yes, Mr. Travers.
Anderson enters, and starts pacing around the office.
TRAVERS
Sandra Archer can't seem to tell me
what the Jane Doe does.
ANDERSON
Sandra can be a real cunt.
TRAVERS
How come she, this Pat, can travel
back in time, and no one else can?
I'll bet this talent isn't new; you
scouts probably just missed
noticing it up until now. Anyhow,
it's not logical for a prudence
organization to hire her; it's a
talent, not an anti-talent. We deal
in -
ANDERSON
As I explained, and as Sandra
indicated on the test report, it
aborts the precogs out of business.
TRAVERS
But that's only a side-effect.
Sandra thinks she's dangerous. I
don't know why.
ANDERSON
Did you ask her why?
TRAVERS
She mumbles, the way she always
does. Sandra never has reasons,
just hunches. On the other hand,
she wants to include her in the
Mick operation. Ask Sandra to come
in here so we can see if we've got
our group of eleven set up.
He rearranges paperwork on his desk, and checks his watch.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
They should be arriving about now.
I'm going to tell Sandra to her
face she's crazy to include this
Pat Conley girl if she's so
dangerous. Wouldn't you say,
Anderson?
ANDERSON
She's got a thing going with Pat.
TRAVERS
What sort of thing?
ANDERSON
A sexual understanding.
TRAVERS
Sandra has no sexual understanding.
Nina read her mind the other day
and she's too poor even to -
Travers breaks off, as Freck walks in with a folder marked
'Bounty Check'.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
I know why Sandra wants her along
on the Mick operation. So she can
keep an eye on her. She's going
too; Sandra's going to measure the
psychic field despite what the
client stipulated. We have to know
what we're up against. Thank you,
Freck.
He waves Freck away, and holds a check out to Anderson, who
accepts it.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Supose we don't measure the psychic
field and it turns out to be too
intense for our inertials? Who gets
blamed?
ANDERSON
We do.
TRAVERS
I told them eleven wasn't enough.
We're supplying our best; we're
doing the best we can. After all,
getting Stanton Mick's patronage is
a matter of great importantce to
us. Amazing, that someone as
wealthy and powerful as Mick could
be so shortsighted, so goddamned
miserly. Freck, is Sandra out
there? Sandra Archer?
FRECK
Ms Archer is in the outer office
with a number of other people.
TRAVERS
How many other people, Freck? Ten
or eleven?
FRECK
I'd say about that many, sir. Give
or take one or two.
TRAVERS
That's the group. I want to see
them, all of them, before they
leave for Luna. Send them in.
Freck leaves.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
We know that as individuals they
perform well. It's all down here on
paper. But how about together? How
great a polyencephalic
counter-field will they generate
together? Ask yourself that,
Anderson. That is the question to
ask.
ANDERSON
I guess time will tell.
TRAVERS
I've been in this business a long
time. This is my contribution to
conteporary civilization.
ANDERSON
That puts it well. You're a
policeman guarding human privacy.
TRAVERS
You know what Ray Hollis says about
us? He says that we are trying to
turn the clock back.
The inertials start to fill up the office. Travers spots
Ashildr, as she walks in.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
You made good time, Ash. You had
less time than anybody else, as I
notified you last. Some of you, I
know. You, Ms Dorn; Ms Archer and I
chose you because of your top-notch
activity vis-à-vis S. Dole
Melipone, whom you eventually lost
through no fault of your own.
DORN
Thank you, Travers. It is good to
be part of this new undertaking.
TRAVERS
Which one of you is Al Hammond?
A tall, black man in a leather jacket raises his hand.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
I've never met you before. You rate
the highest among our anti-precogs.
I should, of course, have gotten
around to meeting you sooner. How
many of the rest of you are
anti-precog?
Three other hands go up.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
The four of you will undoubtedly
get a great bloop out of meeting
and working with Major Anderson's
most recent discovery, who aborts
precogs on a new basis. Perhaps
Miss Conley herself will describe
it to us.
EXT. - FIFTH AVENUE
Travers is standing outside a rare-coin store, looking
through a window. He then suddenly shakes his head, as if he
is waking up from a trance.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
What the fuck?
He then comes to a realization, and clenches his eyes shut.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Oh, shit. It's gone. Everything I
built up.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK
Travers opens his eyes again. He is sitting across from
Sandra and Pat, and Anderson is sitting Other than those
four, the office is empty. Travers looks around, dazed and
confused.
SANDRA
Travers, I'd like you to meet
Patricia Conley.
PATRICIA
How nice to be introduced to you at
last, Commodore.
Sandra pauses, and looks down at the floor for a moment.
SANDRA
I can't put my finger on it but
things are different.
PATRICIA
Nothing is different.
SANDRA
Everything is different. You must
have gone back in time and put us
on a different track; of course I
can't prove it and I can't really
specify the changes - at least not
yet--
TRAVERS
Please, no domestic quarreling on
my time.
SANDRA
'Domestic Quarreling'?
TRAVERS
Anyhow, to continue, we must each
ask ourselves why Stanton Mick took
his business to a prudence
organization other than ours.
Logically, we should have gotten
the contract; we're the finest in
the business and we're located in
New York, where Mick generally
prefers to deal. Do you have any
theory, Mrs Conley?
PATRICIA
Do you really want to know, Mr
Runciter?
TRAVERS
Ye, I'd very much like to know.
PATRICIA
I did it.
TRAVERS
How?
PATRICIA
With my talent.
TRAVERS
What talent? You don't have a
talent; you're Sandra Archer's
wife.
ANDERSON
Pat, you only came in to here to
meet Sandra, Travers, and me for
lunch.
TRAVERS
Have you measured it? I mean,
that's your job. You sound as if
you have; you sound sure of
yourself.
SANDRA
I'm not sure of myself. Something's
wrong. I'll get my test gear.
TRAVERS
Oh, come on Sandy. If your wife has
a talent or an anti-talent you
would have measured it by now.
He presses a button on his desk.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Nina, do we have a file on Mrs
Patricia Archer?
PATRICIA
Conley. Patricia Conley.
SANDRA
What is wrong with you?
Pat turns to Sandra, and smirks.
SANDRA
(Cont'd)
Oh, no. Fuck you.
NINA
(OC)
On a Miss Patricia Conley we have
two items; an initial report by
Major Anderson, and then test
findings by Ms Archer.
Travers Desk pops up with the two mentioned documents shown.
TRAVERS
Sandra, you better look at this;
come here.
PATRICIA
I know what it reads, "Unbelievable
power Anti-psi field unique in
scope." Can probably -
TRAVERS
We did get the Mick contract. I had
a group if eleven inertials in
here, and then I suggested to her -
SANDRA
That she show the group what she
could do. So she did. She did
exactly that. And my evaluation was
right.
Sandra smirks, and laughs.
SANDRA
(Cont'd)
My own wife.
PATRICIA
Yeah, I'm not your wife. Changed
that, too. Do you want it back the
way it was? With no changes, not
even in details? That won't show
your inertials much. On the other
hand, they're unaware...unless some
of them have retaines a vestigial
memory has Sandra has. By now,
though, it should have phased out.
TRAVERS
I'd like the Mick contract back;
that much, at least.
Anderson puffs on a cigarette.
ANDERSON
When I scout them, I scout them.
TRAVERS
Yes, you really bring in the
talent.
FRECK
(OC)
A group of your inertials are
waiting to see you, Commodore; they
say you sent for them in connection
with a new joint work project. Are
you free to see them?
TRAVERS
Send them in.
Patricia holds the back of her hand up to Sandra.
PATRICIA
I'll keep the ring.
SANDRA
I think you're forgetting.
PATRICIA
What, that you're taken by that
bitch, Alice? Give me a break.
SANDRA
How dare you!
PATRICIA
I'll have you know that on a
different time track you had me
pick this very ring out.
Sandra, speechless, turns to Travers, who is gathering
paperwork.
SANDRA
Couldn't you just slap her
sometimes?
TRAVERS
I barely know her.
INT. - TARDIS
The Doctor wakes up on the floor of her TARDIS. She suddenly
sits up with a sharp intake of breath.
DOCTOR
What the fuck? What the fuck? What
the fuck?
We have a flashback of the Master's recent
quazi-regeneration. Another sharp intake of breath.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
Oh no you don't. No way.
She stands up and starts running around her console,
pressing buttons, pushing levers.
DOCTOR
(Cont'd)
Don't you dare, mate. Don't you
fucking dare. Not under my watch.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK
The inertials have again filled up Travers' office, and are
all talking, making a racket. Travers is looking at a
clipboard and ticking off people's names with one of those
yellow pencils.
TRAVERS
Edie Dorn; yes you're here.
Hammond? Okay, Hammond. Ashildr?
ASHILDR
I made it as quickly as I could.
You didn't give me much time,
Travers.
TRAVERS
Hmm. John Ild? Yes, good.
Francesca?
FRANCESCA
During the last few minutes,
Travers, while we waited in your
outer office, mysterious voices
appeared to me and told me things.
TRAVERS
You're Francesca?
FRANCESCA
I am; I have always been; I will
always be. May I tell you what the
voices revealed to me?
TRAVERS
Possibly later.
Traver goes on to the next document on his clipboard with a
large sigh.
FRANCESCA
It must be said!
TRAVERS
All right, we'll take a break for a
couple of minutes.
Everyone, with the exception of Travers, Sandra, and
Francesca spills in to the outer office. Travers opens a
draw and swallows a pill with a glass of water. He then
turns to Sandra and shrugs.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
Let's hear what the voices revealed
to you, Francesca.
FRANCESCA
Someone, just now, moved us, all of
us, in to another world. We
inhabited it, lived in it, as
citizens of it, and then a vast,
all-encompassing spiritual angecy
restored us to this, our rightful
universe.
SANDRA
That would be Pat. Pat Conley. She
just joined the firm today.
Travers rolles his eyes and walks out in to the outer ofice.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK - OUTER OFFICE
All the intertials are in the outer offices, chatting. The
Dotor enters, soon by the Master. The Doctor turns to the
Master, shakes her head, mouthing the word 'No'. The Master
promptly smirks. The Doctor walks up to the Master.
DOCTOR
Whatever you're thinking --
MASTER
Don't worry! I'll be such a good
girl.
DOCTOR
That sounded sarcastic.
MASTER
Whether or not that was sarcasm is
for me to know and for you to find
out.
DOCTOR
You still going with Missy?
MASTER
No. Too camp. This body is not
really the campy type.
Travers peeks his head through the door.
TRAVERS
Tito Apostos? You're here?
A bald man in gold lamé trousers and a handlebar moustache
(Jamie Hyneman?) nods his head. Travers walks out further
with a clipboard.
TITO
I'm an anti-animator.
TRAVERS
(to Sandra)
The only one we use. I wonder if
we'll need him; maybe we should
subsitute another anti-telepath -
the more of those the better.
SANDRA
We have to cover everything, since
we don't know what we're getting
ourselves into.
TRAVERS
I guess so. Okay, Wendy Wright? Goh
yes, good. Sammy Mundo?
A brief pause. The Doctor then runs up to Travers and
flashes her psychic paper at Travers.
DOCTOR
That's me. Sammy Mundo. Short for
Samantha.
TRAVERS
Okay; that leaves Fred Zafsky.
MASTER
Right you are. How about that?
The Master takes out an object from her bra that looks
similar to the Doctor's psychic paper, and shows it to
Travers.
TRAVERS
Christ. Well, we have to include at
least one anti-parakineticist, to
be safe. And you're it, by the
looks of it.
The Doctor takes the Master to the side.
DOCTOR
What was that?
MASTER
What?
DOCTOR
The psychic paper! Where the fuck
did you get that from?
MASTER
I have my ways, sweetie. Come on,
let's watch the show.
DOCTOR
Don't you ever fucking call me
sweetie.
On the other side of the room...
TRAVERS
That's the group, plus you and me.
Any last minute changes you want to
make?
SANDRA
I'm satisfied.
TRAVERS
You suppose this bunch of inertials
is the best combination we can come
up with?
SANDRA
Yes
TRAVERS
And it's good enought to take on
Hollis' Psychics?
SANDRA
Yes.
Tito walks up to Travers and Sandra.
ASHILDR
Ms Archer, may I have a second of
your time?
TRAVERS
I'll leave you two alone.
Travers walks in to his main office.
SANDRA
May I help you, Tito?
ASHILDR
Could I discuss an experience I had
late last night?
SANDRA
If this is of a sexual nature, I
really can't help. My expertise is
better in the -- female department.
Sorry.
ASHILDR
No, it's not that. In a hypnagogic
state I seem to have contacted one,
or possibly two, of Mr Hollis'
people - a telepath evidently
operating in conjunction with one
of their precognicients. Do you
think I should tell Travers? Do you
think it is of impotance?
Sandra pauses, looks out in to the crowd, and sighs.
SANDRA
No. I'd let it go if I were you.
Travers enters the outer office again with a piece of paper.
He puts his hand up in the air, and waves it.
TRAVERS
(With a raised voice)
Excuse me, everyone. Everyone?
The room quietens down.
TRAVERS
(Normal tone)(Cont'd)
Ladies and gentlemen, we're taking
for Luna, you eleven inertials,
Sandra Archer and myself, and our
client's representative, Miss Robin
Wright; fourteen of us in all.
We'll use our own ship.
Travers glances at his piece of paper. And then his watch.
TRAVERS
(Cont'd)
It's three-thirty now. Pratfall II
will take off from the main roof
field at four.
He snaps his watch shut, folds up the piece of paper, and
returns it to his pocket. He then leads Sandra in to his
office, and shuts the door behind him.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK
SANDRA
Well, Travers, we are in this for
better or worse. I wish we had a
resident precognicient who could
take a look ahead for us.
INT. - TRAVERS' OFFICES; NEW YORK - OUTER OFFICE
The Master looks out at the small crowd preparing, smirking;
like she knows something more.
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