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Safe Society transcript Episode 5

               SAFE SOCIETY
               episode 5
               by CHRIS SHIMOJIMA
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                                        INTRO TITLE SOUNDS: ("Safe Society"
                                        chorus of whispers)

                                        MUSIC: INTRO/OUTRO THEME

                                   NARRATOR (CONT'D)
                         Sound the bells!  Last we saw M, he
                         was making waves and drawing the
                         attention of Safe Society Member W.

                                        RECAP SOUND BITES.



               NEWS REPORTS AND ONLINE CLIPS

                                   ANCHORS AND CHANNEL HOSTS
                         ...pioneering 6 masks in closed
                         room settings...
                         ...photos of M and other leaders on
                         the board, responsibly wearing 6
                         masks.... 
                         Rooting4U hits top trending...

                                   W'S COLLEAGUE
                         6 masks.  That's the company you
                         were looking into?

                                   W
                         Ha!  This CEO had it in him after
                         all....

                                        MUSIC: swell



               EXT. SAFE SOCIETY HEADQUARTERS - DAY

                                        Birds chirp.  Grass and trees blow
                                        gently.  Peaceful, quiet air. 

                                   NARRATOR
                         W's intuition made him certain he
                         he had found their new star, and he
                         extended an invite to the
                         organization headquarters.

                                        Car door opens.

                                   M
                             (stepping out, to driver,
                              through mask)
                         Thank you.

                                        Car door closes.

                                        M breathes in the fresh air.

                                        Footsteps -- we follow him walking.

                                        Distant large wind chimes.

                                        Distant laughing/chatting, PASSING
                                        BY ONE EAR.

                                        A TOUR GUIDE bringing GUESTS,
                                        PASSING BY THE OTHER EAR.

                                   TOUR GUIDE
                         And coming up to the right, you'll
                         see the left wing and the
                         building's former front entrance,
                         just as majestic and inspiring...

                                        Distant footsteps -- heavy, but
                                        trying to jog down steps -- getting
                                        closer to us.

                                   W
                         M?

                                   M
                         Hey!

                                   NARRATOR
                         They greeted with a fist-bump.

                                   W
                         Thank you for coming, my man!  It
                         is good to see that fresh face in
                         person.

                                        Large clock hand ticking.

                                   NARRATOR
                         It was near here that M did a
                         double-take, seeing the huge clock
                         and emblem of the headquarters. 
                         With its circular face, patterned
                         blue and green, maybe it reminded
                         him of our beautiful planet... or
                         was it something he'd seen in a
                         magnificent vision?



               INT. SAFE SOCIETY HEADQUARTERS / LOUNGE AREA

                                        Utensils clinking.  Squishy chewing
                                        sounds from M and W, sitting a
                                        distance apart.

                                   M
                         Delicious.

                                        W's voice is fragile.  Always a
                                        smidge too kind: 

                                   W
                         Maggots, cooked and flavored with
                         the power of science.  Remind me to
                         connect you to the CEO Jaime.  Eat
                         more, my boy.  You are growing. 
                         Mentally and spiritually, I mean,
                         ha.

                                   M
                         If I could get this into school
                         lunches, even 2 days a week...

                                   W
                         You know, we support some mayors of
                         key cities.  They can surely hear
                         our requests.  And our
                         pharmaceutical Members would
                         champion it.  They supply the
                         processing chemicals so they would
                         see more business, haha.

                                   M
                         That'd be terrific.  There is so
                         much room for Rooting4U to improve. 
                         Honestly, I think by doing so, we
                         we can become one of your top 10
                         companies, and hopefully get access
                         to your funding pool, which will
                         let us do some bigger things... I
                         have big ideas brewing...

                                   W
                         Oh yes, I could go on about
                         possibilities, but don't mean to
                         overwhelm.  Take your time, and
                         more visions will come to you.

                                        W puts down utensils, finishing
                                        eating.

                                   W (CONT'D)
                         May I sit closer now as I put my
                         masks back on?

                                   M
                         I trust you.

                                        W shuffling his chair closer,
                                        having to move a long way.

                                   W
                             (through masks)
                         Look around.  You would be allowed
                         here whenever.

                                        Quiet voices of passing employees. 
                                        Distant screens playing more Case
                                        Studies.

                                   W (CONT'D)
                         The staff you see?  Diligent and
                         guaranteed to be tackling something
                         crucial.  And fully dedicated to
                         us.  All organizational needs for
                         initiatives set by my board and
                         others.  We are experts in every
                         niche of culture.  Governments do
                         not have such expertise, so they
                         rely on us, meaning we are in
                         position to get them to pass
                         important legislation.  It does not
                         matter what corrupt official is in
                         office.  We are looking out.

                                   M
                         Guardian angels, huh?

                                   W
                         Oh ha... No, we do not have the
                         cajones to compare ourselves to
                         such biased purity metaphors.



               EXT. SAFE SOCIETY HEADQUARTERS

                                        Birds chirping again.  But now
                                        we're in a more echo-y
                                        courtyard/field.  A soccer ball
                                        being kicked back and forth --
                                        PANNING FROM ONE EAR TO ANOTHER.  W
                                        and M's voices more distant.

                                   W
                         Good!  Here!

                                        More kicking.

                                   W (CONT'D)
                         Oof... hold on...

                                        He sounds out of breath.  Trudging
                                        through grass.

                                   W (CONT'D)
                         I am so sorry I can't keep up.

                                   M
                         No!  Please!  I'm a jerk for trying
                         so hard.

                                   W
                         Okay.  Here!  Agck!

                                        With great exertion, he kicks it,
                                        weakly... and it rolls....

                                        It stops under M's foot.

                                        Beat.

                                   W (CONT'D)
                         M?

                                   M
                             (wistful)
                         Yeah, sorry, just... memories...

                                        Kicks it back.

                                        MUSIC: gentle, harmonious swell

               CUT TO

                                        them close to us now.  Fade in mid
                                        convo.  W plays off the
                                        wistfulness.

                                   W
                         Yeah... I understand... and my
                         feeling is... the world is....
                         it's...

                                   M
                         Not doing well.

                                   W
                         And it's not safe for me.

                                   M
                             (sympathizing)
                         Mm.  Yes.

                                   W
                         Look at this photo, if your stomach
                         is strong.

                                        Sound of W pulling out phone,
                                        tapping to show something.

                                        MUSIC: dissonant horror sting

                                   M
                         Oh God.

                                   W
                         No God here.

                                   M
                         My apologies.

                                   W
                         We always consider that the world
                         has varied beliefs.  This was my
                         good friend.  Killed by "God
                         fearing" supremacists.  I have
                         become so scared.

                                   M
                         Don't be scared.  As gruesome as it
                         seems, it was one instance.

                                   W
                         You are right.  I become too
                         idealistic thinking it shouldn't
                         happen at all.

                                   M
                         No, no, you're right.  We can all
                         do more.

                                   W
                             (leans in, confidential)
                         Sometimes at my company... when
                         there are too many whites in a
                         room, I notice they overdo their
                         friendliness to the minorities.  It
                         is innocent, I know.  But...
                         nevermind.

                                   M
                         You can say it.

                                   W
                         They may feel better easing their
                         guilt, but minorities end up
                         feeling alienation.  One of the top
                         killers in the world.  Look at this
                         statistic, if you can stomach it.

                                        W shifting, tapping phone to show
                                        something.

                                        MUSIC: dissonant horror sting

                                   M
                         It's sobering.
                             (sighs)

                                   W
                         My man, I do not know why I am
                         telling you this.  I'm sure your
                         company is fine.

                                   NARRATOR
                         But forced to confront it like
                         this, M understood there's no way
                         his company could be totally fine.

                                   W
                         I'm just a perfectionist because --

                                   M
                         That's not a bad thing.

                                   W
                         -- if a country's people are not
                         leveled down to make them equal, it
                         will never be stable.  And if all
                         countries are not equal, the world
                         will not be stable.  Should America
                         stand haughtily above others? 
                         America, whose energy unfairly
                         pollutes minority areas?  We here
                         are in a position to save everyone,
                         because we consist of companies
                         that consider all countries. 
                         Together.  With less selfishness. 
                         Less.... 
                             (searching for word)

                                   M
                         Racism.

                                        W sighs.

                                        MUSIC: getting to business... tense
                                        and militaristic 

                                   NARRATOR
                         So, off to the races, no pun
                         intended.  M saw the next rung on
                         the ladder of his mission, to help
                         his company, to help Safe Society
                         (to link hands with Safe Society),
                         to help the world as he knew it.



               INT. ROOTING4U HEADQUARTERS

                                        Clicking.

                                   NARRATOR
                         So in addition to printing the blue
                         and green logo on all packaging,
                         and using ingredients from Safe
                         Society-certified factories, he and
                         B and Rooting4U supervisors
                         scrolled through all the faces of
                         their hires.

                                   M
                             (through masks)
                         That's one's white.  That one's
                         white.

                                   SUPERVISOR
                             (through masks)
                         Okay, delete.

                                   B
                             (through masks)
                         Yeah that one too.  Wow, that's a
                         lot.

                                   SUPERVISOR
                         Okay, deleting.

                                   M
                         Wait no, that one's... Middle
                         Eastern?
                         That's...
                         White-ish?
                         White.  Yeah, delete.

                                   B
                         White, right?
                         Is Middle Eastern white?
                         Looks white.



               MEETING ROOM

                                        HALF-LATIN EMPLOYEE is arguing with
                                        B.

                                   NARRATOR
                         And the next day, they began their
                         long and arduous process to correct
                         the country's shameful history.

                                   HALF-LATIN EMPLOYEE
                             (through masks)
                         ... just look at the chart here --
                         I'M ALMOST 50 PERCENT NOT WHITE! 
                         I'M ALMOST 50 PERCENT HISPANIC!

                                        B has gotten the hang of the gentle
                                        company culture:

                                   B
                             (through masks)
                         You can't explain that to every
                         person you meet.  That'd be
                         ridiculous.  So please lower your
                         voice and don't use that language. 
                         I know you may not like it, but
                         that's 50 percent more than some of
                         your colleagues, so have some
                         humility.



               BULLPEN

                                        WHITE EMPLOYEES muttering and
                                        shuffling through desk material.

                                   NARRATOR
                         The unbalanced amount of unsanitary
                         white flesh color cleared its
                         desks, gradually thinning out, as
                         if from a new advanced filtration
                         system.

                                        DISTRAUGHT WHITE EMPLOYEE whispers
                                        to a CALM WHITE EMPLOYEE.

                                   DISTRAUGHT WHITE EMPLOYEE
                             (through masks)
                         I can't believe this.  My life's
                         already falling apart as it is.

                                   CALM WHITE EMPLOYEE
                             (through masks)
                         Sometimes it's not about you.



               ENTRYWAY

                                        Sets of footsteps.  Beeping. 
                                        Shuffling.  Patting down by
                                        SECURITY. 

                                   SECURITY
                             (through masks, cold)
                         Next.  Keep it moving.

                                   NARRATOR
                         Like a conveyor belt to Judgment
                         Day -- for lack of a non-religious
                         equivalent -- these lazy whites
                         passed through the exit, IDs
                         revoked, data on phones cleared,
                         and patted down by security --
                         because would you trust these
                         sleazes with company secrets?

                                        MUSIC: suddenly rosy

                                   SECURITY
                             (warm)
                         Welcome to Rooting4U.  Hi, can I
                         hold your jacket?

                                   NARRATOR
                         And a new rainbow of flesh moved in
                         to the Promised Land -- brand new
                         device models gifted -- and vaccine
                         passports checked, for this could
                         not be just any diversity -- only
                         the best of the best.

                                        Security's voice on loud-speaker: 

                                   SECURITY
                         Nurse to line 3 please.  Nurse to
                         line 3.

                                        An UNVACCINATED new employee:

                                   UNVACCINATED
                             (through masks)
                         But... but I don't want it.

                                        NURSE's footsteps -- approaching.

                                   NURSE
                             (through masks, as if to a
                              child)
                         Aw, it's okay.  I tell my patients
                         to just close their eyes.  You'll
                         just feel a prick, that's all.

                                        Liquid filling up. 

                                        Unvaccinated hyperventilates.  And
                                        grunts, through gritted teeth -- it
                                        sounds excruciating.

                                        MUSIC: horrendous shrieking -- a
                                        "needle" motif

                                        Suddenly, after a tiny yelp,
                                        Unvaccinated quiets.

                                        An exaggerated puncture sound. 
                                        Liquid squirting.  Dripping.



               BULLPEN

                                        Hustle and bustle of employees. 
                                        Suddenly, Unvaccinated collapses! 
                                        Trembles.  Strains for air.  Bumps
                                        chairs.

                                   EMPLOYEES
                             (through masks)
                         What happened?
                         Help!  Can someone call 9-1-1?
                         He keeps gripping his heart.
                         He can't breathe.

                                   NARRATOR
                         Reactions were certainly possible --
                         no one was ever denying that -- but
                         is it so hard to believe that
                         benefits could outweigh risks? 
                         Discomfort is part of any
                         adaptation.



               ENTRYWAY

                                        Sets of footsteps again.  Beeping
                                        again.  Shuffling again.  Patting
                                        down by security again. 

                                   NARRATOR
                         Those who couldn't handle it did
                         have to be replaced, but M and his
                         team understood how many more
                         would've died had it not been for
                         our brave pharmaceutical companies
                         at least making an effort.

                                   SECURITY
                             (through masks, warm)
                         Welcome to Rooting4U.  Hi, can I
                         help you with your bag?

                                   NARRATOR
                         And M's positivity even spread
                         beyond the standard shots, to even
                         more fearless innovations.  



               PANEL TALK

                                        M and another WOKE CEO talk INTO
                                        MICS.

                                   WOKE CEO
                             (through masks)
                         For all white employees, we're
                         giving weekly Equality Boosters.

                                        PANEL AUDIENCE claps.  M one-ups
                                        him:

                                   M
                             (through masks)
                         We're actually giving them before
                         every meeting.  I get terrible
                         anxiety if we don't do it.  My
                         rational side used to try to
                         conceal it, but our anxiety makes
                         us human.

                                        Panel Audience claps and hollers,
                                        excited, moved.  It morphs into a
                                        robotic cheer and chant:

                                   PANEL AUDIENCE
                         Shatter that glass.
                         Shatter that glass.
                         Shatter that glass.
                         Shatter that glass.



               ROOTING4U HEADQUARTERS / HALLWAY

                                        Multiple footsteps.

                                   NURSE
                             (through masks)
                         Let's work down the line.

                                   M
                             (through masks, to group)
                         Form a line please.  You can see
                         I've just gotten my shot -- I'm no
                         better than you. 

                                        A COMPLIANT WHITE EMPLOYEE:

                                   COMPLIANT WHITE EMPLOYEE
                             (through masks)
                         M, you're a genius.  Whatever you
                         want.

                                   NURSE
                         You can close your eyes if you
                         want.  You'll just feel a prick.

                                        MUSIC: horrendous shrieking
                                        "needle" motif

                                        Exaggerated puncture sound.  Liquid
                                        squirting.  Dripping.

                                   NURSE (CONT'D)
                         And who's next?  Name please.

                                   B
                             (through masks)
                         B.

                                   NURSE
                         B, this will just be a prick.  

                                        MUSIC: "needle" motif again

                                        Puncture sound.  Liquid squirting. 
                                        Dripping.

                                   M
                         Remember: a small chance of risk is
                         our cross to bear, even if it helps
                         just 1 marginalized soul.

                                        M's voice echoes into the next
                                        scene.

                                        MUSIC: delirious



               EXT. ROOTING4U HEADQUARTERS PARKING LOT - NIGHT

                                        Footsteps.  Uneven.  Faltering.

                                   B
                             (to himself)
                         Where's my car?  Where's my car? 
                         C'mon B...

                                        He's panting.

                                        Heart beat getting faster.

                                        Stomach and throat gurgling, like
                                        he might puke something terrible.

                                        Finally, his footsteps stop.  Car
                                        door opens.



               INT. B'S CAR - NIGHT (TRAVELING)

                                        Car driving sounds.  Muffled cars
                                        passing outside.

                                        A radio NEWS REPORT plays:

                                   ANCHOR
                         The birthing person, Jenny McCabe,
                         pronouns she and they, is an
                         employee at meal company Rooting4U. 
                         After fainting at the wheel, she
                         was found in the wreckage of her
                         car, her arm completely pulverized. 

                                        JENNY MCCABE screams.  Sound of
                                        flames and an explosion.

                                   B
                             (to himself)
                         Oh no.  Jenny?  Is that me too?....
                         Is that me too?...... No -- that --
                         it's not happening...... stay
                         awake....... Stay awake --

                                        He smacks his face.

                                   B (CONT'D)
                         It can't happen -- it can't --

                                        A truck, approaching.......

                                   B (CONT'D)
                         STAY AWAKE, B!  STAY AWAKE!

                                        VROOOOOM.  HOONNNNNNK.

                                   B (CONT'D)
                         IT'S NOT HAPPENING TO YOU!

                                        The truck zips by.

                                        Then it's gone.  B's breathing
                                        calms back down.....

                                        Static, as he jumps radio channels. 
                                        Then:

                                   COMMENTATOR
                         We can do more.
                         We can do more.

                                        B takes a deep breath.

                                   B
                         We can do more.



               PANEL TALK

                                        Back to the continuous applause.

                                   PANEL AUDIENCE
                         Shatter that glass.
                         Shatter that glass.
                         Shatter that glass.
                         Shatter that glass.

                                   NARRATOR
                         This audience also formed a line to
                         compliment their hero M.  Deeply
                         moved, and proud, he gave them each
                         a fist-bump.  Off to the side,
                         stood W and other Members -- they
                         wouldn't have missed it...... and M
                         gave them a fist-bump.

                                        MUSIC: a conclusive swell, ending
                                        the cue

                                        Static, and splicing sounds, take
                                        us to a private



               PHONE CALL

                                        EDITOR and JOURNALIST talking.

                                   EDITOR
                         This Jenny McCabe accident --
                         remove the mention of the booster.

                                   JOURNALIST
                         Sorry.  I was careless and listed
                         all info I had.

                                   EDITOR
                         No good.  Only give helpful facts,
                         or it gives the wrong idea.  She
                         had the latest variant at some
                         point.  It was likely that.

                                   JOURNALIST
                         Copy.

                                   EDITOR
                         Please add the blue and green
                         circle to your signature.  The
                         donors will appreciate.  Thanks.

                                        Static and clicks end the call.



               INT. M'S HOUSE - NIGHT

                                        Munching on crackers.  A TV NEWS
                                        REPORT:

                                   ANCHOR
                         ... border officials trying to
                         prevent women and children fleeing
                         unjust conditions from entering a
                         better land...

                                        ON TV: Women and children screaming
                                        and crying.

                                        Munching stops.  Leg shaking.  M
                                        gasps.

                                   M
                         Unbelievable.

                                        Suddenly, a bump.

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         Hello?...... Who's there?

                                        Long quiet.

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         Hello -- AHHHHH!

                                        Clattering sounds, as he bolts up.

                                        MUSIC: quiet and ominous -- perhaps
                                        including echoes of "shatter that
                                        glass" 

                                        A SOUTH AMERICAN WOMAN is
                                        whispering weakly in Spanish,
                                        present in the room, in OUR EAR:

                                   SOUTH AMERICAN WOMAN
                         Ayœdanos... ayœdanos... por
                         favor...

                                        2 YOUNG TODDLERS also present,
                                        crying....

                                   NARRATOR
                         The naked bodies appearing right in
                         front of him were so starved --
                         skin and bones -- he knew it was a
                         sign he was not doing enough....
                         The lit candles on the table would
                         not suffice.

                                        Rifling through plastic and cracker
                                        box.  Crackers being placed on a
                                        surface.  

                                   M
                         1... 2... 3... 4... 5... 6...

                                   NARRATOR
                         Most immediately, a food offering
                         could be made.  And a gesture of
                         deference.

                                   M
                         1 bow.....hummmm... 2...hummmm..
                         3...hummmm.. 4...hummmm.. 5 --

                                   DANIEL
                             (in distance)
                         Daddy?

                                        Sudden fumbling for TV remote --
                                        turning it off -- and then a
                                        vicious snarl......

                                        An undercurrent of rumbling
                                        continues...........

                                   DANIEL (CONT'D)
                             (scared)
                         Daddy?  You... blew the candle out. 
                         I can't see you.

                                        M tries to calm his breath....
                                        holding back a menacing force.

                                   M
                         Daniel... you and your sister...
                         don't watch these things..... don't
                         be like Daddy.... understand?

                                        Daniel is quiet.

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         Go to bed.

                                        Beat.

                                        Daniel's footsteps -- fading off
                                        and climbing stairs.... 

                                        MUSIC: no break yet... plucking
                                        sounds... tense atonal rhythms,
                                        building....



               INT. ROOTING4U HEADQUARTERS / M'S OFFICE

                                        Clicking.  W's voice comes from a
                                        computer (video call).

                                   M
                         I've been doing some research on
                         what more can be done.

                                   W
                         That is great to hear.

                                   M
                         Saw some responses we're getting. 
                         You heard of Nikolai Volkov?  Seems
                         he's everywhere.



               ONLINE CHANNEL CLIP

                                        NIKOLAI VOLKOV, angry,
                                        condescending:

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                         I'll say it again every day.  Stop
                         opening the borders, so illegals
                         won't flood in, drive up crime,
                         take your jobs, and elect leaders
                         that love it.  Stop supporting
                         criminals getting out of prison and
                         back onto the streets, making our
                         country more fragile.  And anti
                         straightness is, I'm sorry, not
                         meant to be normalized.  Companies
                         like Rooting4U will weaken our
                         country in every way, making it
                         silly putty to the Forces that are
                         out there!



               INT. M'S HOUSE - DAY

                                   M
                         Look at all the views.  And nearly
                         every comment is supportive. 

                                        W is, again, indirectly
                                        manipulative:

                                   W
                         Yes.  I will never understand how
                         there can be so much hatred in this
                         world.  But people like this just
                         want attention.  The worst that can
                         happen to you is a slightly more
                         challenging time spreading your
                         practices.  I am positive you have
                         enough supporters to continue
                         generating profits.

                                   M
                         Why'd you find me?  'Cause you know
                         profit is not everything to me.

                                   W
                         My man, all I mean is, your plight
                         is small compared to the risk other
                         Members -- and myself -- are facing
                         from this Nikolai, whose hatred you
                         stirred.  We could lose everything
                         we have been fighting for, since
                         before you. 
                         There could be attacks on everyone
                         with differences, with quirks like
                         you and I.  I should be begging you
                         to protect us from him.  But I am
                         not.

                                   M
                         But what you say about attacks --
                         that can't be allowed.

                                   W
                         But this man is allowed his
                         platform.  I cannot think what to
                         do about that.  Well... 

                                   M
                         What.

                                   W
                         I suppose since you have a
                         following... you could mobilize
                         them to cut off his disinformation? 
                         No, you would get in trouble.

                                   M
                         I would?

                                   W
                         You would anger some, and... I
                         cannot think how else at the
                         moment, but I'm --

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         So?
                         That's it?

                                   W
                         That is not it.  It is a task that
                         requires much... agitation.... It
                         is bigger than just him.

                                   M
                         Then we confront it all.

                                   W (ZOOM CALL)
                             (lowers voice, hiding
                              smile)
                         I can provide some of our proven
                         rituals as ammunition... but even
                         though you are skilled, I'm not
                         sure you can succeed.  It requires
                         so much persuasive power.

                                        M takes a louder breath --
                                        determination brewing.

                                   M
                         W.... with all due respect......
                         you don't know me.

                                        MUSIC: dramatic swell.  Then tense
                                        and militaristic again, but
                                        intensity up a notch -- doubled
                                        with the HUM AND CHANT last heard
                                        in Episode 3.



               INT. ROOTING4U HEADQUARTERS / M'S OFFICE

                                        Typing.

                                   M
                             (verbalizing as he types)
                         ...Nikolai Volkov an imminent
                         danger to humanity....

                                        With a loud keystroke and click,
                                        another sonic layer is added to the
                                        HUM AND CHANT. 

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         ...must prevent the violence...

                                        Another loud keystroke and click. 
                                        Another layer to the HUM AND CHANT.

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         ...must fight for online safety...

                                        Another loud keystroke and click. 
                                        Another layer to the HUM AND CHANT.

                                        These words from M now repeat and
                                        echo ACROSS OUR EARS:

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         ...Nikolai Volkov an imminent
                         danger to humanity....
                         ...must prevent the violence...
                         ...must fight for online safety...

                                   NARRATOR
                         M's colleagues read the email,
                         which had the blue and green logo
                         in its signature.  M's followers
                         read the post -- blue and green
                         verified. 
                         And simply put, they were moved. 
                         What more can be said about the
                         power of his sense of justice?



               FOLLOWER'S ROOM

                                   FOLLOWER
                             (reading)
                         Must fight for online safety.   Hm. 
                         Yeah.  Yeah.  Ye --

                                        He pauses.  HUM AND CHANT sounds
                                        tinny, coming from somewhere.

                                   FOLLOWER (CONT'D)
                             (to himself)
                         What is that?

                                        Picking up something -- moving it
                                        closer -- HUM AND CHANT gets closer
                                        too.

                                   FOLLOWER (CONT'D)
                         Hmm...

                                        He fidgets with the object --
                                        likely his phone.  Taps it.  Shakes
                                        it.  HUM AND CHANT shakes with it.

                                   FOLLOWER (CONT'D)
                         Hm?

                                        More fidgeting -- causing HUM AND
                                        CHANT to MOVE TO CENTER OF OUR
                                        SONIC FIELD

                                        Suddenly --

                                        MUSIC: shrieking

                                   FOLLOWER (CONT'D)
                         AGCK!  UGH!  BLEGHHH!

                                        Sounds like he's spasming.

                                        And then, as with B at the end of
                                        Episode 2, his breath PASSES BY OUR
                                        EARS.  We MOVE... 



               INTO FOLLOWER'S BODY

                                        Echoing whooshing sounds, as if
                                        we're flying through a cavern....

                                        Now very close to Follower's heart
                                        beat.....

                                   M
                             (as if in another room
                              now)
                         Must fight for online safety.....
                         Must fight for online safety....

                                        Pop pop pop! -- ACROSS OUR EARS.

                                        And demonic shrieking. 



               FOLLOWER'S ROOM

                                   FOLLOWER
                             (now trance-like)
                         Must fight for online safety.
                         Must fight for online safety.



               ALL OVER

                                        Voices of other FOLLOWERS AND
                                        BUSINESSMEN, all in a trance,
                                        staggered ACROSS OUR EARS. 

                                   FOLLOWERS AND BUSINESSMEN 
                         Nikolai Volkov an imminent danger.
                         Nikolai Volkov an imminent danger.

                                        Someone starts typing -- rapid,
                                        coked up

                                        Someone else joins in.

                                        Then a whole chorus -- like a group
                                        of machine guns. 

                                        TKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTKTK!

                                        Their voices are added to the HUM
                                        AND CHANT -- spurts of repeated
                                        phrases, in multiple languages:

                                   FOLLOWERS AND BUSINESSPEOPLE
                         Alleged victims, come forward.
                         Old Tweets, resurface.
                         We, the protectors.
                         Cyberpeace.

                                        We hear Sofia join in -- her typing
                                        more prominent:

                                   SOFIA
                         Old Tweets, resurface.
                         We, the protectors.
                         Cyberpeace.

                                        We hear Yann mixed in:

                                   YANN
                         We, the protectors.
                         Cyberpeace.

                                        Then B:

                                   B
                         Hey Yann, let me help too.
                         Old Tweets, resurface.
                         We, the protectors.
                         Cyberpeace.

                                   NARRATOR
                         This was music of the highest
                         order.  



               INT. HOSPITAL ROOM

                                        Beeping from a heart monitor.

                                   NARRATOR
                         It was the perfect antidote to the
                         utterly deplorable Nikolai Volkov,
                         who was sitting at the bed of his
                         sick mother, clasping her hand --
                         bleh -- he was a master
                         manipulator, trying to play your
                         sympathy.

                                        The HOSPITAL NURSE giggles...
                                        weird.

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                             (through masks)
                         Nurse?  

                                   HOSPITAL NURSE
                             (through masks)
                         Yes?  Hehehehehe.

                                        Her footsteps -- walking out.  Her
                                        giggling fading away with them.

                                        HUM AND CHANT.... a distant
                                        echo.......

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                         Huh?

                                        Getting up.  We follow his
                                        footsteps out to the 



               CORRIDOR

                                        HUM AND CHANT is clearer here,
                                        echoing through a space that sounds
                                        dark and empty.....

                                        Some leak.  Dripping.....

                                        In the distance, a walking aid
                                        rolls.... getting closer........
                                        along with slow footsteps.....

                                        Nikolai's breaths, getting fearful.

                                        He steps away.... turns.....
                                        starting to sprint -- 

                                        MUSIC + SFX: SHRIEK!  Horrific,
                                        building tremolos.

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                         AH!

                                        Followers and Businesspeople, FILL
                                        OUR EARS, VERY CLOSE.

                                   FOLLOWERS AND BUSINESSPEOPLE
                         We, the protectors.
                         Cyberpeace.
                             (etc.)

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                         No... no.... stop....
                         What -- why are you -- why are you
                         circling me?
                         Stop holding hands....
                         Stop bobbing your heads.....

                                        The chanting followers and
                                        businesspeople sound more rhythmic,
                                        getting into a groove.

                                        Nikolai screams.

                                        Sound, music, voices cut off --
                                        leaving just Nikolai's scream, as
                                        he jolts around, swatting at
                                        air....

                                   HOSPITAL NURSE
                         Excuse me?  Sir?  What's wrong?

                                        Sound, music, voices cut back in
                                        (as if back into Nikolai's POV)

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                         Stop!  Stop smiling!



               INT. M'S HOUSE / BATHROOM

                                        The faucet running.  Vicious
                                        scrubbing.

                                   M
                         We, the protectors.
                         Cyberpeace.



               INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                         Stop -- why are you touching me!?
                             (face getting smooshed)
                         Why are you -- squeezing -- my
                         mouth?
                         Why am I... on the ground?
                         Stop -- stop prying my eyes --

                                   FOLLOWERS AND BUSINESSPEOPLE
                         Peekaboo! He he he he
                         Peekaboo! He he he he

                                        Nikolai screams so loud we hear
                                        bubbling and foaming!

                                        Steam, sizzling!

                                        Then running out,
                                        deflating.....................

                                        Now Nikolai is braindead, making a
                                        continuous long throaty grumble. 

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                         Ehhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........

                                        Double doors slam open.

                                        2 pairs of loud footsteps in formal
                                        shoes, walking in unison, at a
                                        constant determined beat. 
                                        Belonging to MEN IN SUITS.

                                   HOSPITAL NURSE
                         Yes?

                                   MEN IN SUITS
                         We're with the bzvxzdcdewa...
                             (unintelligible)
                         Nikolai?  Come with us, thank you.

                                   NIKOLAI VOLKOV
                         Ehhhhhhhhhhhh

                                        Sounds of them picking him up.  His
                                        feet being dragged, squeaking.



               INT. HOSPITAL ROOM

                                        Beeping from a heart monitor.  The
                                        distant squeaking/dragging can be
                                        heard.  NIKOLAI'S SICK MOTHER
                                        shuffles.

                                   NIKOLAI'S SICK MOTHER
                             (breathy)
                         Nikolai......?



               INT. M'S HOUSE / BATHROOM

                                        Faucet still running.  Scrubbing --
                                        harder now.  M's breaths are
                                        getting voracious....

                                   M
                         We, the protectors.
                         Cyberpeace....

                                        Scrubbing crescendos into

                                        a rip sound!

                                        And something dripping into
                                        water..........

                                        The scrubbing starts again, harder
                                        if you can believe it... going for
                                        another beat....

                                        Finally, the faucet turns off.

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         Huh?.... AHHHHHHHHH!



               LIVING ROOM

                                        Sofia is breathing hard and
                                        counting through a workout set. 
                                        M's voice and hurried footsteps
                                        approach.

                                   M
                         Sofia!  Sofia!!

                                        He whimpers like a scared kid.

                                   M (CONT'D)
                         Look -- what -- what did I do to my
                         skin -- I -- ripped it --

                                        Sofia gasps.

                                        But then becomes oddly calm. 
                                        Stroking his hair.

                                   SOFIA
                         Awww..... I love you so much.... my
                         activist.... my martyr... it's
                         beautiful.....

                                        HUM AND CHANT, faintly
                                        echoing...........

                                        Static.......... just a flicker,
                                        then more and more, until a full
                                        wave of it.......

                                        INTERCOM VOICES, saying
                                        gibberish.... something stands out:

                                   INTERCOM VOICES
                         47 percent complete...
                         48 percent complete...

                                   NARRATOR
                         And as all this coalesced, it's a
                         good time to remind you of all
                         those -- Safe Society and beyond --
                         that have been painstakingly
                         committed to this generations-long
                         mission, in the silent background,
                         watching over you, and M, and his
                         family... because better safe than
                         sorry.

                                        Static, leading us to another
                                        frequency, to a



               1950S BROADCAST

                                        Severely damaged, but we can hear a
                                        few words from the 1950s NARRATOR

                                   1950S NARRATOR
                         ....... progress....... new
                         world........ 

                                   NARRATOR
                         The extensiveness of the global
                         network is truly moving...

                                        Fading in, the HUM AND CHANT,
                                        pulsing quietly, seemingly coming
                                        from something slimy, rumbling,
                                        peeling, dripping....

                                   NARRATOR (CONT'D)
                         ...and continues to nourish us and
                         help us grow.

                                        Narrator's voice starts to morph
                                        into something monstrous... coming
                                        from the same place as the HUM AND
                                        CHANT and slimy sounds.

                                   NARRATOR (CONT'D)
                         Stay tuned to hear of the larger
                         paradise that M was contributing
                         to, unknowingly, and without
                         thought of reward.  Bless his
                         generosity.

                                        MUSIC: INTRO/OUTRO THEME