THE MONARCH PROJECT
Written by:
Jeff Warrick
Jeff Warrick
Ignite Productions
Santa Cruz, CA [email protected]
831-247-0729
BANG!! - A LOUD GUNSHOT rings out.
TITLE CARD:
"MAY 2025"
EXT. JESSIE SQUARE, DOWNTOWN SAN FRANCISCO - DAY
HIDDEN CAMERA / BYSTANDER VIDEO FOOTAGE
Chaos ensues in the concrete courtyard outside St. Patrick's
Church. People SCATTER, hysterical SCREAMS.
BRIAN WATKINS, (late 30's), gun in hand, wears a backpack,
quickly exits the square, his hands and shirt covered in blood.
He dashes across the street to...
EXT. YERBA BUENA GARDENS - SECONDS LATER
Brian hustles along the sidewalk, through the park, tucks the
gun away into the backpack, throws it over his arm.
People move in all directions. Some unaware of what's happened.
We get a better look at Brian. Athletic and quirkily intelligent
looking. But, sweaty and unnerved at the moment.
He looks back. A MYSTERIOUS MAN (30-ish), military build with
sunglasses, is on foot behind him. Is he being followed?
BRIAN
Shit shit shit...
Brian hurries up a walkway into...
EXT. MOSCONE CENTER PLAZA - CONTINUOUS
His bloody shirt gets some worried glances. He closes his hoodie
over the shirt, shoves his red hands into the pockets, gazes
back again.
The Mysterious Man enters behind him.
Brian franticly races across the plaza, down a short set of
stairs, onto a busy sidewalk choked with people.
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A Desperate Escape
EXT. HOWARD STREET - CONTINUOUS
Brian weaves his way through pedestrians, rushes up the block.
BRIAN
'Scuse me, pardon me...
He glances over his shoulder, back down the corridor where he
emerged. Did he lose him?
Then: The Mysterious Man appears, makes eye contact with him.
Brian spins back, presses forward to a bustling intersection,
off the curb to a HONKING HORN. Way too much traffic to cross.
Suddenly, he spots a taxi cab approaching, HAILS it. Brain
hops in before it even comes to a complete stop.
INT. TAXI CAB - SAME
The CABBIE barely looks at him in the rearview.
CAB DRIVER
Where you headed?
BRIAN
Beck's Motor Lodge on Market. Hurry!
As the taxi darts back into traffic, Brian observes Mysterious
Man reach the street corner, peering at him as they speed off.
INT. TAXI CAB - CONTINUOUS
Brian yanks off the backpack, rifles through it, puts on an
SF Giants baseball cap and pulls out a small camcorder.
He opens the LCD display and starts reviewing footage,
MUMBLING periodically under his heavy breathing.
The Cabbie focuses on Brian from the rearview. Gives him a
concerned glimpse.
INT. TAXI CAB - LATER
Brian finishes with the camcorder, closes the screen.
BRIAN
(to himself)
Holy shit... I got footage of
everything.
This garners another glance from the Cabbie.
Brian returns the handheld to his backpack, removes a GOPRO
with head strap and places it over the Giants cap.
He has lots of cameras. BRIAN PANS outside as the cab passes
the SF City Hall Building.
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Paranoid Retreat
EXT. MARKET STREET - LATER - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian exits the taxi. Not as busy of a part of town. He
shoulders his backpack, heads down the sidewalk.
He's about to cross the road, then STOPS in his tracks. Next
to him is the entrance to a small Indian Cuisine.
He stares across the street, a modest three story motor lodge.
He ganders around with extreme caution, decides to enter the
Restaurant.
INT. RESTROOM - TARA INDIAN CUISINE - MOMENTS LATER
Pink water runs down the drain as Brian scrubs his hands. He
Checks the mirror, wipes his shirt with paper towels. Pointless.
BRIAN
(to himself)
You're not crazy... You're okay.
He zips his hoodie over his bloody shirt. TURNS OFF the GOPRO.
INT./EXT. TARA INDIAN CUISINE - DUSK - CAMCORDER FOOTAGE
Brian SHOOTS out the window at the hotel across the street.
It's getting late in the day. He's been in the cafe awhile.
An SUV parks in front of the hotel. He ZOOMS IN on A TOURIST
FAMILY exiting the vehicle. PANS BACK to hotel room.
BRIAN (O.S.)
(under his breath)
I think the coast is clear...
No sign of any spooks.
EXT. MARKET ST. - DUSK - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian dashes across the street toward the hotel, through the
parking lot to a gated doorway. He swipes a key card.
INT. MOTOR LODGE STAIRWELL - CONTINUOUS
He slips in and up the steps. Rushes past a STARTLED GUEST on
the small landing, which startles Brian too.
Down the dingy hallway to his door, swipes the key card and
quickly moves inside the room.
INT. SAFE HOUSE HOTEL ROOM - CONTINUOUS
He locks the door. Latches the security bar. Crosses to the
window, looks out on the street, tightly closes the drapes.
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The Recorder's Plea
INT. SAFE HOUSE HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT - CAMCORDER FOOTAGE
Brian sits on the edge of the bed, RECORDS HIMSELF. He's
slightly more composed now.
BRIAN
This footage is intended for fellow
filmmaker, NAME REDACTED. We met at
the Conspiracy Conference in Portland
a few months ago.
(MORE)
BRIAN (CONT'D)
I purchased your video, we had a
discussion. Not sure if you
remember... But, I don't know who
else to trust.
(beat)
I'm in big fucking trouble, man. I
think I witnessed a murder. I - I
know I did. I may even be the prime
suspect. I know how insane this all
sounds...
Brian GRABS the CAMCORDER from its cradle, SCANS numerous
cameras, hard drives, the gun, and other items on the bed.
BRIAN (O.S.)
I have evidence. Footage of it. Should
prove my innocence...
He RETURNS the CAMERA, sits back down.
BRIAN
What I've been researching, it's
big. Way beyond anything I imagined.
(beat)
If something happens to me, I'm
sending you all my footage.
Interviews, surveillance video, audio
files, notes, everything I have. At
least it will be in safe hands,
hopefully.
(beat)
The public needs to know what's going
on. Probably the biggest, illegal,
covert, Government program in the
last 50 years. Ever maybe...
(beat)
I'm trusting you to piece everything
together and show the world...
SUPER ON A BLACK SCREEN:
"This film is a chronicle of real life events occurring between
the eight month period of Oct. 2024 - May 2025.
It contains raw interview, hidden camera, webcam and surveillance
footage, (some of over 100 hours), actually shot and documented
by Brian Watkins between these dates.
Additional reenactment, archival, YouTube / Facebook video,
photos, and audio resources have been added by the filmmakers."
BACK TO SCENE:
BRIAN
Maybe I should back up a little. So
you know what led up to all this...
SERIES OF SHOTS - VARIOUS X-GAMES EVENTS
BROADCAST QUALITY FOOTAGE of surfing, skateboarding,
snowboarding events, covering numerous seasons.
BRIAN (V.O.)
I'm actually a Producer of extreme
sports videos.
X-GAMES EVENT: The camera lingers on STACY WATKINS, mid-30's,
outdoorsy, prefers Vans and a ponytail to pumps and a curling
iron, with son JAYDEN (6).
They WAVE at the CAMERA.
BRIAN (V.O.)
That's how I met my wife, Stacy.
(a beat)
God, I hope her and Jayden are okay...
MONTAGE OF SOCIAL MEDIA PHOTOS / VIDEOS:
- Brian, Stacy and Jayden - on the ski slopes at some resort.
- The family at a local, Santa Cruz, CA Skate Park.
- The family at the beach with surfboards on the shore.
- Brian, Stacy and Jayden at their home, playing in their yard.
A happy, middle class family, enjoying their lives & each other.
BRIAN (V.O.)
I don't know what I'd fuckin' do if
anything happened to them...
X-GAMES SKATEBOARDING EVENT - DAY
The crowd SCREAMS. Pro skater, ZACK RANDOLF, early 30s,
"Creature" ball cap, full sleeve tattoos, comes off the half
pipe toward the camera. Smiles, arms wide.
ZACK
Brian, bro! Makin' me look good?
AERIAL SNOWBOARD FOOTAGE: a shredder on the terrain park.
BRIAN (V.O.)
My buddy and drone videographer,
Zack Randolf, had recently retired
from pro skateboarding...
HOSPITAL ROOM: Brian visiting Zack in the hospital. Zack in a
full leg cast, being wheeled out by a NURSE.
BRIAN (V.O.)
So, I persuaded him to help me out
on this personal documentary project
I was trying to produce after the
pandemic.
END OF MONTAGE
TITLE CARD:
"OCTOBER 2024"
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Fist Bump Reassurance
INT. DOCTOR JOHNSON'S OFFICE - DAY
Brian wears headphones, Zack is setting up a small lighting kit
and sound gear while the CAMERA ROLLS.
BRIAN
Thanks again for doing all this.
ZACK
Nothing else going on.
BRIAN
You sure we got everything for this
shoot?
Zack doesn't look too sure.
ZACK
I think so?
He taps a wireless lapel mic.
ZACK
Testing one, two.
BRIAN
You think so?
ZACK
Why are you so worried, man?
BRIAN
This is important, Zack. I need to
know you take it seriously.
ZACK
That hurts.
BRIAN
Well, we're not just boarding or
flying fuckin' drones here.
ZACK
Dude, I get it. This is your pet
project. Zack's got yer back, man.
He extends a fist. Brian reluctantly bumps it.
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The Releases and the Warning
INT. DOCTOR JOHNSON'S OFFICE - LATER - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
LOWER THIRD: DR. CASSANDRA JOHNSON, M.D. - CRESTWOOD BEHAVIORAL
HEALTH FACILITY, SAN JOSE, CA.
CASSANDRA, 30's, at her desk, a lone credential framed on the
wall behind her. Brian sits opposite.
She slides four printed forms across the desk.
CASSANDRA
You've got four releases. The rest
are either frightened, or they've
given up power of attorney and the
families aren't interested.
BRIAN
Four is a start, Cassie.
CASSANDRA
I'm going out on a limb for you,
Brian. I'm vouching for you because
of Stacy and our long friendship.
BRIAN
I know... I appreciate it.
CASSANDRA
So, you'll probably recognize a lot
of the same symptoms with these
patients from your sister.
Brian furrows his brow.
CASSANDRA
Sorry... But, their diagnoses are
quite similar. Except that your
subjects all have acute disorders
with long term inpatient treatment
plans, which include medication. Was
Jenielle ever admitted?
BRIAN
Briefly. But, not long term. She was
on medication though.
CASSANDRA
So, they have that in common too.
Brian nods.
CASSANDRA
I should mention that one of the
four, Peter, he's a bit... unusual.
(MORE)
CASSANDRA (CONT'D)
Court ordered about eight years ago
due to an assault charge. He was
diagnosed later in life than most,
at age forty-five. Suffers vivid
delusions that he articulates with
detailed specificity. He's more of
an edge case. Not really analogous.
BRIAN
Well, I appreciate it nonetheless.
They stand. She steps close, takes his hand.
CASSANDRA
Look, Brian. I understand you wanting
to know more about her schizophrenia.
But, I'm not sure what you're going
to learn that you haven't already
seen personally or in her records.
And these patients, they're very
delicate.
BRIAN
It's not about solving my sister.
It's, just... Jenielle's been gone
so long and her story never got told.
People have stories, you know? I
guess I feel like I can help.
Cassandra gives him a sad nod.
BRIAN
I appreciate it, really. We'll be
careful, I promise.
CASSANDRA
(a shade too composed)
I'm sure you will.
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Crestwood Interviews
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAYROOM - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
Brian's across the table from THOMAS (25), gaunt, nervous,
has a hard time sitting still. They're mid-conversation.
LOWER THIRD: THOMAS JACOBY, 25, CRESTWOOD FACILITY PATIENT.
BRIAN (V.O.)
It all started slow... Just a few
interviews with some psychiatric
patients at a local facility.
THOMAS
... So, I turned myself in on a 5150.
BRIAN
You felt you needed help?
THOMAS
(snickers)
Yeah... I thought Jesus was talking
to me.
BRIAN
What would he say?
THOMAS
He kept telling me to, "Forgive them.
For they know not what they do."
Over and over... I heard the voice.
(beat)
Then, I realized... That wasn't Jesus
talking. That was God Almighty
himself, and I was Jesus...
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAYROOM - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
LOWER THIRD: SANDY MALLOVIC, 23, CRESTWOOD FACILITY PATIENT.
SANDY sits motionless, a blank stare, maybe sedated. But her
hands are moving — slowly, methodically folding a small piece
of paper into a shape.
Brian waits for a long time. She doesn't look up. Doesn't speak.
Brian turns to Zack's camera, makes a "cut" motion with his hand.
Instead of cutting, ZACK'S CAMERA slowly ZOOMS IN on Sandy's
hands — closer — until the origami figure fills the frame.
Does it have wings? An insect? A bird? Hard to distinguish.
Sandy keeps folding as THE CAMERA SHUTS OFF.
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAYROOM - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
LOWER THIRD: NANCY BARTHOLOMEW, 35, CRESTWOOD FACILITY PATIENT.
Brian sits across from her. She's rummaging through her pockets,
seems confused.
NANCY
One of those people who work at
7-11, I bet, they're always on the
phone talking about me. Always!
Especially in the summertime when
the weather is nice...
She finds a hair tie, fumbles to get it pulled back.
NANCY
They're always calling restaurants,
Saint Mary's, the police...
No! Not 7-11... Quick Stop!
(MORE)
NANCY (CONT'D)
There's always a lot of nurses going
there making points like, do something
to her... Kill her!
TITLE CARD:
"NOVEMBER 2024"
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Trading Stories
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAYROOM - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
LOWER THIRD: PETER SIMMONS, 54, CRESTWOOD FACILITY PATIENT.
He has the appearance of a modern-day hippie, full beard,
long graying hair, but a bit on the edgy side.
PETER
So, what kind of documentary is this?
You're not with CNN, are you?
Brian SMIRKS.
BRIAN
No, this is an independent project.
PETER
Good, because I got no use for that
mainstream media crap. So, why the
fascination with schizophrenia?
BRIAN
Actually, my older sister suffered
from it. So it's kinda close to home.
PETER
Sorry, man. That sucks. But I think
you got the wrong guy for your little
case study.
BRIAN
Why is that?
Peter SLAPS his hand on the table.
PETER
Cuz' I'm not fucking schizophrenic!
He shoots a glance at the door, calms down.
PETER
Sorry... But charts and tests don't
mean dick. Schizophrenia's just an
easy label so they don't have to
deal with the truth.
BRIAN
What truth?
Peter purses his lips.
PETER
Shit, you'd never believe it.
BRIAN
Try me.
Peter stands, paces.
PETER
How do I know I can trust you?
BRIAN
Trust me to what? I'm just here to
listen.
Peter stops pacing, stares out the window a long moment.
BRIAN
You must have a good story, Peter.
Isn't that why you're here today?
He takes a paper from his folder, lays it on the table.
BRIAN
Isn't that why you signed this
release? Because you want to tell
your story?
Peter relaxes, returns to the table. Sits.
PETER
Why don't you tell me your story
first? The one about your sister.
Brian's taken by surprise. Doesn't want to go down that road.
BRIAN
This isn't about me. It's...
PETER
It's about trust, man! And trust is
not granted. It's earned.
This is obviously hard for Brian.
PETER
Common, Mr. Filmmaker. You show me
yours, I show you mine. Whattaya say?
Brian sighs, steels himself as Peter grins with anticipation.
INTERCUT: SUPPORTING PHOTOS OF BRIAN, JENIELLE AND MOM.
BRIAN (V.O.)
Okay... My sister and I were super
close growing up. Mom was a single
parent, worked a lot.
PETER
Where was Dad?
BRIAN
He split when we were little. So
Jenielle pretty much raised me...
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The Butterflies
INT. BRIAN'S CHILDHOOD BEDROOM - NIGHT - RE-ENACTMENT
YOUNG BRIAN, (age 10), tosses and turns in bed, is having a
bad dream. He SCREAMS.
Brian's sister, YOUNG JENIELLE WATKINS (15), rushes into the
room by his side.
JENIELLE
Brian... are you okay?
He awakens. Looks around the room confused.
JENIELLE
It was just a nightmare.
Brian hugs her tightly.
JENIELLE
Don't worry, Buddy. Mom will be home
from work soon. I'm here with you
now. Go back to sleep. It's okay...
She rubs his back as he tucks himself back under the covers.
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAYROOM - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE - CONTINUOUS
BRIAN
When she left for college, I was
only 14, just a Freshman in High
School. That was hard. Her not being
there anymore.
He falls silent, twirls the release form on the table.
BRIAN
That's when she started presenting...
Just wasn't herself anymore.
INT. BRIAN'S CHILDHOOD LIVING ROOM - NIGHT - RE-ENACTMENT
JENIELLE (now 19), oddly paces the room. YOUNGER BRIAN (14),
and their Mom, EMILY WATKINS (37), gawk in disbelief.
JENIELLE
I know how insane this all sounds...
But, they're following me. I know
they are! I see them!!
Mom and Brian take a step back as she swats at the air.
JENIELLE
No! No!! THE BUTTERFLIES!!!!
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAYROOM - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE - CONTINUOUS
BRIAN
She quit coming home for breaks,
quit calling... She was diagnosed by
the lead psychiatrist at Stanford.
INT. INPATIENT PSYCHIATRIC UNIT - DAY - RE-ENACTMENT
Jenielle (19), is being forcibly led down a hallway by TWO
ORDERLIES. She claws at the walls.
JENIELLE
NOOO!!! Don't let 'em take me!!
THEY'LL TORTURE ME!! It's all part
of their experiment! NOOO!!!
Younger Brian (14), and Mom stand there in total shock. Next
to them is a PSYCHIATRIST, 40-ish.
PSYCHIATRIST
Ms. Watkins, I'm afraid Jenielle is
suffering from delusional disorder
due to onset schizophrenia...
Brian watches Jenielle SCREAM as they turn the corner and take
her away.
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The Monarch Interview
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAYROOM - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE - CONTINUOUS
BRIAN
She went from being gone physically,
to gone mentally as well. It broke
Mom's heart. Mine too, I guess.
He takes a long draw from his water.
BRIAN
Three weeks later, she committed
suicide. Pharmaceutical overdose.
PETER
Damn... Sorry to hear that, man.
Sounds like she never got the help
she needed.
BRIAN
What help? Ronald Reagan totally
destroyed the mental health system
when he was Governor and President.
Peter perks up.
PETER
You're into politics, huh?
BRIAN
I try to pay attention.
PETER
You ever heard of something called
The Monarch Project?
BRIAN
No.
PETER
That's what brought me here.
BRIAN
The Monarch Project?
PETER
You asked for the truth.
BRIAN
Sorry, I'm not familiar...
PETER
What about MK-ULTRA?
BRIAN
Mmm...
PETER
Project Paperclip?
BRIAN
Nope.
Peter SLAPS the table again.
PETER
Bet you know all about Kim Kardashian
though! One of the distracted
masses... Panem et circenses!
SUBTITLE: "BREAD AND CIRCUSES"
BRIAN
So why don't you enlighten me then?
Peter calms down.
PETER
Shit, how much time do we have?
BRIAN
As long as it takes.
Peter takes a deep breath.
INTERCUT: SUPPORTING ARCHIVAL PHOTOS & FOOTAGE / CRESTWOOD DAYROOM
PETER
Alright... After World War Two, we
secretly brought Nazi scientists and
spies into the U.S. Better we get 'em
than the Soviets, right? The code
name for this was PROJECT PAPERCLIP.
Ring a bell yet?
BRIAN
No.
Peter rolls his eyes.
PETER
One of the more prominent Nazis was
a General named Reinhard Gehlen.
Hitler's head of military
intelligence. Once he was in the
U.S., he secretly met with President
Truman, Allen Dulles and other senior
officials to help them restructure
American Intelligence Operations
into something far more covert.
ZACK (O.S.)
German engineering.
PETER
This ain't no joke, man.
Brian throws Zack a look behind the camera.
ZACK (O.S.)
Sorry. I'll shut up.
Peter takes a second to re-center.
PETER
What they came up with was The
National Security Act of '47, which
led to the formation of the Central
Intelligence Agency.
BRIAN
So the Nazis helped us design the
CIA? Seriously?
PETER
Dead serious. Then, in '53, Dulles
took over as CIA Director and launched
a flagship project called MK-ULTRA.
ZACK (O.S.)
LSD Experiments.
Peter points at Zack behind the camera.
PETER
Bingo! On human test subjects without
their consent.
(back to Brian)
But, not just drugs, man. They tested
electroshock, radiation, surveillance,
harassment, and torture. Dozens of
experimental non-lethal weapons.
Mind control programs, including
SPELLBINDER... sleeper assassins who
could be activated with a post-
hypnotic keyword.
BRIAN
Like The Manchurian Candidate?
PETER
Great flick.
ZACK (O.S.)
Fuckin' awesome flick!
Brian turns. Both him and Peter pay him another glance.
ZACK (O.S.)
Sorry.
Peter readjusts himself.
PETER
All together they had about a hundred
and fifty programs. To keep 'em all
off the radar, they farmed it out to
universities, prisons, private labs
and hospitals all across the country.
They funneled money to them through
legit grant programs and whatnot for
decades. And most of the people
involved had no idea they were working
on government spook shit.
BRIAN
Plausible deniability.
PETER
Exactly. Anyway, MK-ULTRA was
officially halted in '73 and exposed
by Congress in '75. For about half a
minute, it looked like the truth
might come out. Then the CIA Director,
ordered all MK-ULTRA files destroyed.
Poof. Gone. Never happened. A few
documents resurfaced over the years.
But the majority were never recovered.
A long silence. Brian gazes off for a moment.
BRIAN
Okay, that's a story. But what's it
got to do with getting you in here?
PETER
Some people say that MK-ULTRA never
really ended at all. It just became
a deeper, black box operation under
a new title...
BRIAN
The Monarch Project?
Peter looks at the wall clock, stands.
PETER
Crap! Time for Whoopi!
BRIAN
Wait... what?
PETER
The View, man. It's about the only
truth you'll find on the fuckin'
boob tube anymore!
He starts to remove the lapel mic.
PETER
Plus, laughter is therapy. That's
what they say...
BRIAN
Hold on. I don't understand...
How does all that get you here?
PETER
Whoopi, man... Go home, Mr. Filmmaker.
Do some research. You'll be back...
Peter CLAPS and LAUGHS as he scurries OFF SCREEN. Zack's CAMERA
TRYS TO FOLLOW.
PETER
I'm comin', Whoopi! Don't bag on the
Big Orange Man without me!
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The Rabbit Hole of MK-ULTRA
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - CAMCORDER FOOTAGE
Zack moves freely SHOOTING behind the hand-held.
Brian's desk is an editing workstation, a bank of monitors and
multiple keyboards. He's reviewing footage.
Framed pictures of Stacy and Jayden, (infant through 6), hang
on the walls, along with one of Jenielle (19).
Brian's running that last shot of Peter.
PETER (ON MONITOR)
Some people say that MK-ULTRA never
really ended at all. It just became
a deeper, black box operation under
a new title.
Brian pauses the video.
BRIAN
What the hell was all that about?
ZACK (O.S.)
Crazy, right? Mind control?
Torture?
BRIAN
Sounds like he knows his stuff,
though. He believes it anyway.
Brian is deep in thought.
ZACK (O.S.)
What??
BRIAN
Monarch. Butterflies...
ZACK (O.S.)
Huh?
BRIAN
Nothing. Just reminds me of something
my sister once said.
The office door opens. Zack SWINGS CAMERA to Stacy. JAYDEN is
next to her in his soccer uniform.
BRIAN (O.S.)
Hey, how was practice?
STACY
Good. No injuries.
JAYDEN
I scored two goals during scimmage.
Brian CRACKS UP, goes to Jayden, holds him high overhead.
BRIAN
Atta boy, slugger!
JAYDEN
You mean, kicker.
BRIAN
(snickers)
Okay. Atta boy, kicker!
Brian kisses his belly. Jayden GIGGLES.
ZACK (O.S.)
Man, the little Grom is getting big!
JAYDEN
Daddy, come watch a show with me.
BRIAN
Sure. Which one?
JAYDEN
Orion and the Dark?
BRIAN
Sweet! My favorite.
(quoting)
I miss the night because it's like
me...
BRIAN & JAYDEN
And when it is dark is when I best
see!
SHARED LAUGHTER. Stacy kisses Brian's cheek.
CAMCORDER BLINKS OFF
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - WEBCAM FOOTAGE
Brian's at his work station, reviewing material online.
BRIAN
(to camera)
I'm not much of a writer, so I'll be
recording webcam journals of things
I'm researching. For example, I found
this website, which thanks to the
Freedom of Information Act, has
published declassified MK-ULTRA
documents released by the CIA in
2001. It basically corroborates most
of what Peter said...
BRIAN (V.O.)
I hate to say it, but I became a
research junkie on this shit. The more
I learned, the more I had to know...
MONTAGE OF WEBCAM FOOTAGE: Brian on the computer researching,
recording videos of himself over several days and nights.
Despite the passing of time, he remains there in front of the
monitors, without having even changed his clothes.
BRIAN (V.O.)
Which basically kicked my OCD into
high gear, and the less time I spent
with my family.
(beat)
That, obviously didn't go over too well.
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12 -
The Accusation
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - DAY - TEST FOOTAGE
Brian's behind a camcorder on a tripod, wearing headphones.
Zack mans a similar one opposite of him.
CRAIG EVANS (30's), a rock-n-roller type, adjusts a boom mic
and some levels. He points to Brian.
BRIAN
Check. Check. Whoa! Craig... this
mic is amazing. Thank you.
CRAIG
I owe you one. The video you shot of
us at the tavern was badass.
BRIAN
The guys in your band see it?
CRAIG
They loved it!
BRIAN
Nice. So, what is this? A 600?
CRAIG
Bitch, please. That's a P48. A
grown-ass man's microphone.
ZACK
(to Brian)
You find out anymore?
Brian grabs a fat file folder off the desk, shows them a half
ream of printouts.
BRIAN
All his crazy checks out. PAPERCLIP,
MK-ULTRA. It's all legit. I mean, I
don't exactly understand all the
details, but they definitely existed.
ZACK
Monarch too?
BRIAN
Nothing official there. But, I found
several blogs and article references.
It's pretty incredible.
Stacy opens the door, peeks her head inside.
STACY
Hey guys... Brian, can I talk with
you for minute?
The guys look at Brian like a scolded child.
BRIAN
We're kind of in the middle of
something... What's up?
STACY
You don't remember our conversation
this morning?
He removes the headphones.
BRIAN
Which one?
STACY
(irritated)
The one where I said I'd pick up
Jayden... and you would...
It all sinks in.
BRIAN
Get dinner. Damn, I'm sorry...
Stacy steps inside.
STACY
Guys, can we have a second alone,
please?
ZACK & CRAIG
Yeah... Yeah, sure.
Zack and Craig file out as Stacy closes the door behind them.
STACY
(low voice)
What's gotten into you lately?
BRIAN
What do you mean?
STACY
Please tell me you're not drinking
again.
He looks really upset by this line of questioning.
BRIAN
Seriously?? I've been working. We're
prepping for an interview. This shit
is important, Stace!
STACY
So is your family! What are we
supposed to do about dinner?
BRIAN
I don't know... Order a pizza or
something!
She can't believe this, opens the door and STORMS OFF. Zack and
Craig stand there in the hallway during an awkward moment.
ZACK
Dude, I think you better order the
pizza.
Brian is still locked on Stacy. No response.
TITLE CARD:
"DECEMBER 2024"
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13 -
Targeted Individual
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAY ROOM - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
Peter's at the table across from Brian. Craig finishes setting
up the lapel mic on his shirt.
PETER
What's up with the new guy?
BRIAN
Who, Craig? He's an audio engineer.
We've been friends for years. He'll
be running a third camera for us.
Peter adjusts himself in the seat.
PETER
So, you do some homework?
BRIAN
You could say that.
Brian indicates his folder of papers. Peter grins widely.
PETER
Hot damn! You found out I was right!
BRIAN
Hold on. I found out PROJECT PAPERCLIP
and MK-ULTRA were real programs.
PETER
But?
BRIAN
But, MONARCH, that's conjecture right?
I mean, I found some blogs speculating
on it, but no official record.
PETER
You think the Spooks didn't learn
from their mistakes with MK-ULTRA?
Not to leave a paper trail?
BRIAN
Peter, just help me understand how
all this puts you here?
Peter leans away, glances at Craig, then into the camera.
PETER
Maybe this was a mistake.
BRIAN
Why? What do you mean?
PETER
I don't think you understand what
we're dealing with here.
BRIAN
Then help me understand.
Peter lowers his voice.
PETER
There's a lot at stake, Man. By
telling you this, I may be putting
us both in danger. I need to know
you understand that.
Brian shrugs his shoulders.
BRIAN
I'm still here.
PETER
Once we go down this path, the
evidence you compile is the only
thing that will keep us safe. It's
also the only thing that will get me
out of here. Understand?
BRIAN
I think so...
PETER
Not good enough! I need your word. On
camera. "All in." To the very end,
wherever the truth takes you. Say it.
BRIAN
(long beat)
Fine. All in. You have my word. Okay?
Peter gazes into Brian's soul, senses his sincerity.
PETER
I'm sure they told you I was diagnosed
with late onset schizophrenia at 45,
right? It's highly unusual.
BRIAN
They said it's an edge case. Unusual,
but not unknown.
PETER
Okay... But, anti-psychotics work on
95% percent of patients. I happen to
be in the 5% they don't. That's two
major anomalies.
BRIAN
Was that in your file?
PETER
The point is, if I'm statistically
unlikely to be schizophrenic, why am
I presenting symptoms? And why am I
more stable in here, if the drugs
don't work?
BRIAN
You got me.
Peter takes a deep breath, leans in.
PETER
Because I'm not a schizo. I'm a T.I.
Brian doesn't understand.
PETER
Targeted Individual, test subject,
guinea pig, call it what you want!
BRIAN
So, you think someone's experimenting
on you? In here?
PETER
Not exactly in here. Just in general.
Wherever I go... The MONARCH PROJECT.
That's what brought me here.
Brian studies Peter for a long moment. Puts on his documentarian
voice.
BRIAN
Why don't we start from the beginning.
Tell me about the experiments and
what you think they did to you.
INTERCUT: SUPPORTING DRAMATIZED FOOTAGE / CRESTWOOD DAY ROOM
PETER
Okay... Well, it started small. Little
things you'd hardly notice. Computer
glitches... The cursor moving around
like someone else was controlling it,
weird viruses, hard drive crashes.
ZACK
Sounds like Windows 11.
Brian and Peter both throw a look at Zack.
ZACK
Right. Got it.
PETER
Then, there's people watching my
house. Strange cars parked out front
all night long. Neighbors moving in
and out. Unmarked vans. My wife
thought I was just being paranoid.
BRIAN
You can see how it must have looked.
PETER
If that's all there was to it, man.
Then came the microwave-based weapons.
Middle of the night, I got sudden
intense body heat. Skin and eye
irritations. It got so bad it felt
like I was burning in hell!
BRIAN
Okay. So insomnia, dry eyes, hot
flashes...
Peter SLAMS his hand on the table.
PETER
Don't make me sound like a nut job!
BRIAN
I'm sorry... It's just...
PETER
Hard to believe?
BRIAN
I was going to say, it sounds similar
to the symptoms my sister had.
Peter regains his composure.
PETER
Just Google SILENT GUARDIAN or
ACTIVE DENIAL SYSTEM technology.
Both were sponsored by the DOD's
non-lethal weapons program with the
help of companies like Raytheon.
Brian makes a note.
PETER
Yeah, write it down.
BRIAN
Okay... Continue...
PETER
My point was, it fatigued me. I
couldn't sleep, couldn't concentrate.
Work suffered. Then they took it to
a whole 'nother level.
BRIAN
What do you mean?
PETER
They hit me with the Voice of God.
BRIAN
What the hell is that?
PETER
Psychotronic weaponry, man. Imagine,
like, an EEG that works at a distance,
without electrodes stuck to your
scalp. But, not only can they monitor
brain wave activity, they can also
manipulate it as well.
He's aggressively poking himself in the temples.
PETER
Puts voices in your head. Like God
is talking to you.
Brian takes a moment to let it all sink in.
BRIAN
So you were hearing voices...
Peter looks agitated again, runs stiff fingers through his long
hair, pays Brian a hard glance.
BRIAN
What did they say?
PETER
Mostly that I'm stupid, worthless, I
should kill myself. Stuff like that.
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The Targeted Individual
INT. SIMMONS RESIDENCE - NIGHT - RE-ENACTMENT
YOUNGER PETER (44), short hair and less grey, is engaged in a
heated argument with wife, CHERYL, (early 40's). Their TWO
DAUGHTERS, (8) & (10), listen from the top of a staircase.
PETER (V.O.)
Then, one day, while my wife and I
were arguing for the umteenth time
about whether I should see a
Psychiatrist or not, the voices told
me that Cheryl was a spy and that
she wanted to have me committed.
In a fit of rage, Peter grabs Cheryl by the throat and thrusts
her head back into the wall with a THUD!
She SCREAMS, falls to the floor, a pool of blood forms around
her hair. A visible dent in the drywall from the impact.
The girls race downstairs to their Mother's side. Peter looks
shocked and confused at what he's done.
EXT. SIMMONS RESIDENCE - LATER - RE-ENACTMENT
TWO PARAMEDICS wheel Cheryl out to an ambulance. Peter is
handcuffed, being placed in the back of a squad car.
The girls stand there at the doorway crying, next to a FEMALE
CPS OFFICER.
PETER (V.O.)
It was all a terrible accident...
But, following my arrest, Cheryl
left with the girls and filed for
divorce. None of them wanted anything
to do with me after that. Who could
blame them?
BACK TO SCENE:
PETER
After a full psychological evaluation,
I was moved from county jail and
court ordered to an out patient
treatment facility. When medication
didn't help and the voices got worse,
I eventually ended up here at
Crestwood for inpatient treatment.
BRIAN
Wow man. I'm sorry to hear about your
family. At least your symptoms have
subsided since you've been here. Right?
PETER
Here? Sure... Take me outside this
facility, I'm bat shit bonkers!
Brian looks confused, obviously doesn't get it. Peter glances
over his shoulder, lowers his voice.
PETER
They can't target me in here. This
place is built with steel frames and
multiple layers of metal cladding.
Crestwood is basically my tin foil cap.
Brian's eyes scan the walls and ceiling. Back to Peter.
BRIAN
Okay... So why you, Peter? I mean,
this feels like a lot of trouble
just to put some innocent guy in a
facility. What's the point?
Peter steeples his fingertips.
PETER
You're aware of what I did for a living?
BRIAN
Engineer, according to your records.
PETER
Structural Engineer to be precise.
Several years after 9/11, I did some
research and determined that there
was no way in hell those planes could
have collapsed the twin towers. I
started writing about my findings
online. Joined the 9/11 Truth
Movement. A year or two later is
when they started targeting me.
BRIAN
All this just to silence a blogger?
PETER
About a false flag operation that
killed three thousand people? Hell
yeah! What better way to deal with a
dissenter than making it look like
he's gone off the deep end? Plus,
they get to test some new high-tech
toys on a lab rat. It's a win-win!
Brian opens his file folder. Fiddles with the printouts.
BRIAN
Can you prove any of this? Anything
at all?
PETER
Before my arrest, I spoke with a
retired Army Colonel, John Alexander,
who worked in the non-lethal weapons
sector. He pretty much corroborated
everything. Both in person and in his
books, which I recommend you read.
BRIAN
Okay, let's get him on the record.
Peter throws his hands up.
PETER
Too late. The good Colonel passed
away three years ago. Hit and run
accident just two days before he was
scheduled to testify before a European
Parliament on directed energy weapons.
Convenient, right?
Brian's at a loss for words. It's a lot to digest.
PETER
If we're gonna do this, lift the
veil on MONARCH, you'll need to talk
to some more T.I.'s.
BRIAN
Let's not get ahead of ourselves
here... How many are there?
PETER
Thousands. Maybe tens of thousands
worldwide. The most notorious,
unauthorized, mind control experiment
known to man.
The two just stare at each other.
PETER
I told you this was big!!
He looks over his shoulder, lowers his voice again.
PETER
You better watch your back, man. You
might be a target now too.
EXT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY - DAY
Brian and Zack stand in the frame as Craig SHOOTS ESTABLISHING
FOOTAGE of the facility.
BRIAN
Well, that was intense.
CRAIG (O.S.)
You don't believe him do you?
BRIAN
Pshh... Naw.
He doesn't look too sure though. Zack CHUCKLES.
ZACK
One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest,
Bro. That's all I gotta say!
BRIAN
Nice euphemism.
Zack obviously doesn't get the joke.
ZACK
Thanks. But, can you imagine if what
he was saying were true? This little
doc could have Sundance written all
over it. Maybe even Academy Award.
CRAIG (O.S.)
Hey! Before you give your acceptance
speech, would you mind getting the
hell out of my b-roll?
Brian MOVES OFF CAMERA as Zack flips Craig off.
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The Late-Night Call
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - WEBCAM FOOTAGE
Brian squints at the screen intently.
BRIAN
Today I started receiving these text
messages from unknown numbers, all
across the U.S., even overseas.
Peter must have reached out to some
of his "contacts."
He holds up his phone. SHOWS TEXTS he's received. The sending
phone numbers are BLURRED OUT.
BRIAN
They sent me project names, links to
declassified documents, all kinds of
stuff. I don't know exactly what's
legit...
INTERCUT SUPPORTING MEDIA: PATENT INFO AND DESIGN DRAWINGS
BRIAN
One text I received was for US patent
number 8013610B1, the High-Q self
tuning ELF transmitter, filed in 2007.
(beat)
Which led me to a page about Gunman,
Aaron Alexis. This is where things
get really bizarre...
TELEVISION NEWS FOOTAGE: CNN SEPT. 26, 2013
CNN ANNOUNCER JOE JOHNS
The FBI released gripping silent
surveillance video of Aaron Alexis
as he drives into the Naval Yard in
his rented Prius. The cameras pick
him up as he enters the front door
of building 197, ready for a rampage
that killed twelve people before he
was shot down.
LOWER THIRD: VALERIE PARLAVE, FBI ASST. DIR., D.C. FIELD OFFICE
VALERIE PARLAVE
There are multiple indicators that
Alexis held a delusional belief that
he was being controlled or influenced
by Extremely Low Frequency, or E.L.F.
electromagnetic waves.
CNN ANNOUNCER JOE JOHNS
The FBI released photos of his gun
with an apparent reference to the
waves carved into the handle, "My
ELF weapon." On the barrel the words,
"End to the torment."
VALERIE PARLAVE
A document retrieved from the
electronic media state quoted: "Ultra
Low Frequency attack is what I've
been subjected to for the last three
months. And to be perfectly honest,
that is what has driven me to this."
BACK TO SCENE:
Brian leans back in his chair, rubs his eyes.
BRIAN
(to webcam)
At least we don't have to worry about
Peter having access to a shotgun.
A KNOCK at the door. Brian JUMPS.
He turns as the door opens and Stacy enters the darkened room.
She's in pajamas, hugs him from behind.
STACY
What are you doing?
BRIAN
Just working.
She kisses his cheek. It's an invitation.
STACY
Come to bed.
BRIAN
I will... In a bit.
STACY
You've been working so hard lately.
BRIAN
I'm sorry. It's this project.
She sighs big. Disappointed.
STACY
Listen Brian, I'm trying to be
understanding of what you're doing.
Reconnecting with Jenielle and all.
But, you gotta find a balance.
Brian finally looks her in the eyes.
BRIAN
I know... You're right. I'll spend
some time with you guys tomorrow
Stace. I promise.
Stacy gives in.
STACY
Come to bed soon?
BRIAN
I will.
She exits.
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - LATER - WEBCAM FOOTAGE
BRIAN
Apparently, Peter vouched for me on
a few of the T.I. message boards.
Needless to say, they're super
cautious. Haven't let me in yet,
waiting for confirmation...
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - LATER
Brian is nodding off in his chair.
BING BING. A WHATSAPP MESSENGER call. He awakens and CLICKS.
INTERCUT: WHATSAPP MESSENGER / WEBCAM FOOTAGE
The username is NOLATI0805. It's AUDIO ONLY: An OLDER WOMAN'S
VOICE, with a Louisiana accent.
BRIAN
Uh, hello?
NOLATI0805 (O.S.)
Is this Brian?
BRIAN
Yeah, who's this?
NOLATI0805 (O.S.)
We have a mutual friend, Brian...
I saw that you were online. Is
this a good time to talk?
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Arrival and Ambush
INT. SFO DEPARTURE TERMINAL - MORNING
Zack's filming Brian and Craig at their gate, sipping on
coffee while waiting to board.
The WHATSAPP MESSENGER AUDIO CONTINUES over the footage.
BRIAN (V.O.)
Ah, sure, I guess. Who connected us?
NOLATI0805 (V.O.)
Our friend, the Engineer, likes Whoopi
Goldberg, says you've earned his trust.
Does that mean anything to ya?
INT. LOUIS ARMSTRONG INT'L AIRPORT, NEW ORLEANS - DAY
Brian SHOOTS as they wait for their luggage. Zack rides the
carousel like a skateboard.
BRIAN (V.O.)
Of course. How can I help you?
NOLATI0805 (V.O.)
I'd like to help y'all, Brian. But
you'll need to come to New Orleans.
You up for that?
EXT. LOUIS ARMSTRONG INT'L AIRPORT - LATER
Zack SHOOTS camcorder footage as they all exit the terminal.
They're greeted by CELESTE (50-ish), a full-figured, Creole
woman, holding a sign that reads, "NOLATI0805".
The WHATSAPP AUDIO CONTINUES over the footage.
BRIAN (V.O.)
I don't know... Tell me more.
NOLATI0805 (V.O.)
I believe I have some evidence to
help prove our mutual friend's story...
Brian extends his hand in greeting.
Celeste sees Zack SHOOTING FOOTAGE, barges right past Brian's
outstretched arm to Zack, GRABS at the camera.
Scene goes BLACK.
TITLE CARD:
"JANUARY 2025"
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17 -
The Voodoo Priestess's Warning
INT. PRIESTESS DENISE'S HOUSE - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
Brian, Zack, and Celeste are in a darkened, classic New Orleans
parlor room. Craig is manning the camera.
The den is filled with candles, roots and herbs drying in
bundles, smoke curling from incense burners.
PRIESTESS DENISE (40s), sits in a large carved chair, almost a
throne. Dark wood and velvet.
She's a thin, African-American woman wearing all white with a
traditional head covering, a Cajun gris-gris around her neck.
PRIESTESS DENISE
(to Celeste)
So, this the one ya'tell me about?
Celeste nods.
CELESTE
I thought you should meet 'em first,
before I talk to 'em.
PRIESTESS DENISE
(to Brian)
Celeste says ya wanna help tell her
story, 'ey?
BRIAN
Yep, that's why we're here.
Priestess Denise reaches across to Brian, grabs his hands,
pulls him toward her.
PRIESTESS DENISE
Come here and lemme get a closer
look attcha, Brian!
She closes her eyes, massages the backs of his hands gently.
PRIESTESS DENISE
Tell me... Whatcha really want?
Brian looks at her with apprehension.
BRIAN
Well... Evidence. If Celeste and others
are really being targeted, I need
proof if I'm gonna help expose it.
PRIESTESS DENISE
But, why? Why potentially put yer
own life at risk to tell their story?
BRIAN
It's possible that someone very close
to me may have also been a T.I. They
passed away quite awhile ago. So,
this is more than just a story to
me. It's personal.
Celeste looks at the Priestess for approval.
CELESTE
He be true?
Denise takes a deep breath, goes into a trance.
PRIESTESS DENISE
His heart is good, you can trust
him.
She opens her eyes, peers at Brian, smiles.
PRIESTESS DENISE
But, he got no idea what he's up
against.
BRIAN
What's that?
PRIESTESS DENISE
Cher, you in a war and don't even
know it.
Denise grabs a small red and white handmade doll with pins stuck
in it. She hands it to Brian.
PRIESTESS DENISE
This is Chango. You keep him close.
He the God of Justice and Fire. The
Dispenser of Vengeance on behalf of
the wronged.
BRIAN
A voodoo doll?
Denise SNICKERS.
ZACK
The pins inflict pain on others right?
She lets out a BIG BELLY LAUGH.
PRIESTESS DENISE
You boys watch too many movies.
(MORE)
PRIESTESS DENISE (CONT'D)
Them pins represent cleansing, to
heal the soul. Chango will give you
the power to defeat your enemies.
BRIAN
What enemies?
PRIESTESS DENISE
There are evil forces bent on cloudin'
our thoughts. Tearin' the light from
us, and drownin' us in the darkness
till we lost in doubt and distrust.
ZACK
You mean the Government?
PRIESTESS DENISE
Governments are just folks, Zachary.
Some have too much love for power,
that be true.
(back to Brian)
But who you really lookin' for, they
the ones pullin' the strings of them
you think in charge. Puppeteers.
They be yer true enemies.
She slaps Brian's knee, smiles.
PRIESTESS DENISE
That why you got Chango!
Denise stands, embraces Celeste.
PRIESTESS DENISE
They's good boys. You trust 'em, Darlin'.
She's about to leave then stops, turns back to Brian.
PRIESTESS DENISE
By the way... Very sorry about your
sister, Brian.
He and Zack give each other a bewildered gaze as she exits.
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The Horn Signal
EXT. CELESTE'S APARTMENT - AFTERNOON - CAMCORDER FOOTAGE
Zack's SHOOTING with a HANDHELD as they walk through a
neglected courtyard and upstairs to her modest apartment.
BRIAN
Can you tell me why you think they've
targeted you, Celeste?
CELESTE
After Katrina, I was very critical
and outspoken about the lack of local
and federal response. We marched,
protested, got the word out, ya know?
That's when they started followin'
me. A few months later came the energy
weapons.
BRIAN
So you think it was in response to
your activism also?
CELESTE
My dissent. Of course.
They arrive at her door. In the distance a CAR HORN HONKS.
Celeste FREEZES.
CELESTE
Did you hear that?
BRIAN
What?
CELESTE
The car horn.
BRIAN
Uhh... Yeah?
She lowers her voice.
CELESTE
That's them. They do that all the
time to communicate with one another.
(normal voice)
So, who'd like a cup of java?
Zack and Craig roll their eyes as she leads them inside.
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19 -
Watching the Watchers
INT. CELESTE'S KITCHEN - DUSK - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
Brian sits with Celeste at the kitchen table sipping on coffee
as Zack and Craig SHOOT.
BRIAN
Celeste, you say it all started with
the stalking and you have some
evidence for us?
She nods.
CELESTE
When I realized they was watchin'
me, I started carryin' a camera with
me everywhere I went. I learned, you
gotta watch the watchers. Cops ain't
gonna do shit and that's the only
way to prove you ain't crazy. I took
pictures of them people followin' me
on the streets, at the store, on the
bus, at the library...
INTERCUT: SEVERAL PHOTOS she hands Brian - a man wearing a
beanie at the locations she's mentioned.
They all look similar. But, hard to tell if they're the same
person or not.
CELESTE
I got folders of that stuff.
She hands him a manila folder of photos and other material.
Brian nods with uncertainty, starts sifting through it. Celeste
points at something he's looking at.
CELESTE
Oh, these people used to hang out
around my apartment all the time,
surveilling me.
INTERCUT: PHOTOGRAPHS - people in the courtyard, A mom, a kid,
an old man, two men in suits with sunglasses - oddly suspicious.
ZACK
How do you know they don't just live
in your complex?
CELESTE
I may be gettin' old, Cher. But, I
ain't that old.
She GIGGLES.
BRIAN
We'll archive all this, right Zack?
ZACK
Yeah, I'll get copies of everything.
CELESTE
Then came the ringin' in my ears,
followed by the voices. At first
they was very faint and I figured
they was just my own thoughts. Then,
they got louder and I started
listening and I realized, this is
comin' from somewhere else.
BRIAN
Do you hear them now?
CELESTE
Oh yes... They usually the loudest
in my apartment at night.
BRIAN
Really? You hear them right now?
Celeste nods.
BRIAN
What are they saying?
She takes a moment, tunes in, shakes her head with uncertainty.
CELESTE
This is strange... something about a
River... No, River Ridge. And three
daughters...
BRIAN
Who's daughters? What does it mean?
Celeste closes her eyes again, can't seem to make it out, shrugs
her shoulders.
CELESTE
Not sure. The voices faded off.
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The Unprotected Vigil
INT. CELESTE'S BEDROOM - NIGHT
Craig and Zack are setting up electronic monitoring equipment
next to a RUNNING CAMERA on tripod, over by a window.
CRAIG
(whispers to Zack)
I don't know what he expects to find
with this stuff. We're wasting our time.
ZACK
Really? Explain how the Priestess
knew about Brian's sister then?
Back by the door, Brian shoots HANDHELD of Celeste.
She's in her pajamas, sits at the end of her bed, pulls on a
clunky pair of hiking boots.
CELESTE
First comes the boots. They got
magnets in 'em. Then the jacket.
She shrugs into a bulky hunting coat and drapes an x-ray like
apron over her chest.
CELESTE
Then, the lead apron.
BRIAN
All this? Every night?
CELESTE
Even in the Summer, which gets pretty
hot here in New Orleans. If I don't,
I'll be on fire with pain.
She pulls a wool-lined leather snow cap onto her head.
CELESTE
This keeps my head from burnin' too
bad. Don't always stop the voices,
though.
BRIAN
But, you'll be going without all
this tonight?
She hugs her coat, looks at the bed. A deep breath.
CELESTE
Yeah... I want y'all to film me
without all this. So you can have
evidence of what I been goin' through.
BRIAN
We appreciate that, Celeste. We've
also brought some monitoring equipment
that Craig borrowed.
(raises Voice to Craig)
Hey, what's that stuff called?
CRAIG
RF Meter and a Spectrum Analyzer. The
meter covers the low frequency range,
the analyzer handles the microwave end.
Between the two we've got the full
spectrum covered.
ZACK
Science! Like magic but real!
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The Puppeteer's Clue
INT. CELESTE'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Zack is behind a HANDHELD, Brian and Craig stare intently at
a monitor. Brian addresses the camera.
BRIAN
It's about eleven-thirty. The
equipment is monitoring the room,
and we've got a camera running in
there to see how Celeste is doing.
Later we'll match 'em up and see
what's really going on.
CRAIG
She looks peaceful.
ZACK
Reminds me of Poltergeist.
"This house is clean."
Zack CRACKS UP.
INT. CELESTE'S LIVING ROOM - LATER
Zack SHOOTS HANDHELD of Brian.
BRIAN
So, it's about two-thirty a.m.
She's not sleeping too well.
From the MONITOR, Celeste is tossing and turning in bed,
getting wrapped up in the blankets.
ZACK
Craig sure is...
Zack PANS to Craig. He's passed out on the couch.
INT. CELESTE'S LIVING ROOM - LATER
Zack addresses the HANDHELD.
ZACK
It's nearly three now. She's really
tossing.
He points at the monitor. The blankets are on the floor.
She's THRASHING around the bed like crazy.
Suddenly, Celeste sits bolt upright, stares directly at the
camera.
ZACK
Woah!
She pounds the sides of her head, pulls at her hair. Brian
perches on the edge of his chair.
Celeste leaps off the bed, STOMPS back and forth across the
room holding her head.
She SLAPS her arms at her sides and pulls at her pajamas.
CELESTE
No no no no no no no...
ZACK (O.S.)
Fuck, man... What do we do?
BRIAN
I don't know!
Craig awakens.
CRAIG
What the hell's going on?
Celeste is SCREAMING through clenched teeth.
CELESTE
Please, no more. Make it stop! MAKE
IT STOP!!!
Brian jumps up, runs out of the living room.
ON THE MONITOR: Brian bursts into the bedroom, grabs Celeste,
holds her tight as she CRIES into his shoulder.
INT. CELESTE'S LIVING ROOM - MORNING
Craig mans the CAMCORDER. They're having coffee again.
Everyone's kind of shell-shocked.
Celeste looks exhausted. Brian's next to her, shoulder to
shoulder. After a long silence, she squeezes his hand.
CELESTE
You let me know what your machine
says, okay?
BRIAN
Of course. We have an expert going
over it all when we get back.
(beat)
I can tell how hard that was for
you, Celeste.
CELESTE
If it helps you prove anything, it
was worth it.
EXT. CELESTE'S APARTMENT - MORNING
Zack SHOOTS. They're at the front door. Celeste hugs Brian.
CELESTE
Please don't stop.
She pulls him close, motions for Zack to do the same.
CELESTE
They say there's a man...
Brian cocks his head.
CELESTE
One of them who Priestess says pulls
the strings. A Puppeteer...
Somewhere a CAR HORN. She pauses, looks uncertain, lowers her
voice.
CELESTE
Some say he's ready to talk. You
find him, Brian. You find him, and
you make this stop. You hear me?
Brian nods incessantly.
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Master of Puppets
INT. JET LINER - DAY
Zack shoots iPhone footage of Brian and Craig across the isle
during the flight, flips the camera on himself.
ZACK
So, all we gotta do now is find the
Master of Puppets.
He turns the camera back on Brian, who's intently focused on
his laptop. Craig leans in.
CRAIG
Maybe Metallica will know where to
find 'em!
Craig SMIRKS, then notices Brian's face turning from intense to
total astonishment.
ZACK (O.S.)
What? What are you looking at?
INTERCUT: SUPPORTING ARCHIVAL NEWS MEDIA
BRIAN
A news report. Late yesterday
afternoon a man fatally shot his
wife, 2 year old daughter and
injured his other two older
daughters, before being shot and
killed by police... in River Ridge,
Louisiana. Just outside New Orleans.
ZACK (O.S.)
Fucking A! River Ridge.
CRAIG AND ZACK
And three daughters...
Brian stares blankly into the camera.
INT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - DAY
They're on the freeway. Brian's driving. He looks into ZACK'S
IPHONE next to him, speaks to the camera.
BRIAN
Okay, I'm not totally sure, but I
think that black car has been following
us since we left the airport.
CRAIG'S SHOOTING a HANDHELD out the back window, FOCUSES ON a
BLACK SEDAN, directly behind them.
BRIAN
We're on the 101 right now. I'm going
to get off up here on 92 and see if
it follows us.
Brian takes the exit. The black sedan follows.
CRAIG
Crap!
ZACK
Dude, don't panic!
CRAIG
I'm not panicking!
ZACK
Sounds like you're panicking!
BRIAN
I'm getting off here on Mariners.
ZACK
What? Shouldn't we stay on the
highway?
CRAIG
No no, get off. Lose 'em.
Brian SWERVES off the highway. The black sedan stays on 92.
CRAIG
Thank God!
BRIAN
Was that guy following us or what?
CRAIG
I thought he was following us!
ZACK
I think all this shit is making you
two paranoid.
Brian white knuckles the wheel, eyes on the empty mirror.
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"FEBRUARY 2025"
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Skeptical Analysis
INT. STANFORD UNIVERSITY LAB - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
The Analyzer, RF Meter, a monitor, and a laptop lined up on a
work table. Zack on HANDHELD moves around as needed.
DR. GIDEON BRODSKY (50's), a no-nonsense kind of scientist,
addresses the camera.
LOWER THIRD: DR. GIDEON BRODSKY PH.D., STANFORD UNIVERSITY PHYSICS
BRIAN
Dr. Brodsky, we appreciate your expert
opinion in analyzing this information
for us.
Dr. Brodsky nods as Craig takes over.
CRAIG
So, we've synced the equipment
timelines. On the monitor you'll see
the electromagnetic levels through
the night. On the laptop is video of
Celeste. As we observe her behavior,
we'd like you to describe any changes
in activity that coincides.
DR. BRODSKY
Okay.
Craig starts both feeds. The laptop video of Celeste has a CLOCK
in the corner. They FAST-FORWARD to key times.
10:30 P.M.
THE MONITOR: A near zero level of electronic activity.
THE LAPTOP: Celeste just going to bed.
11:00 P.M.
THE MONITOR: Low frequency of about 10 Hz.
THE LAPTOP: Celeste is sleeping soundly.
DR. BRODSKY
That's interesting. We have ELF waves
registering at about 10 Hertz. Could
explain why she's sleeping so well.
This is the alpha state, when a person
is the most relaxed. Maybe her brain
waves are locked onto the signal.
1:30 A.M.
THE MONITOR: Spikes at 175 GHz and higher.
THE LAPTOP: Celeste tossing and turning under the covers.
DR. BRODSKY
Look here, at about 1:30 we start
seeing sudden pulses of high frequency
readings around 175 gigahertz, or
the microwave range.
2:55 A.M.
THE MONITOR: Spikes up to 250 GHz.
THE LAPTOP: Celeste sits bolt upright, grabs her head.
DR. BRODSKY
Aha, there's a spike! These bursts
of microwave energy hit 250 gigahertz
over the next hour...
THE LAPTOP: Celeste leaps up out of bed, pacing, pounds her
head, flaps her arms. SCREAMS. Brian bursts in, grabs her.
DR. BRODSKY
This goes on until about 3:30 a.m.
when suddenly they vanish. But, by
then, you'd entered the room and
calmed her down.
Craig pauses both feeds. Brian's proud of their work.
BRIAN
So, what's your opinion?
Dr. Brodsky stares at the monitor.
DR. BRODSKY
It's dramatic. I'll give it that.
There were definitely significant
spikes in electromagnetic frequency
throughout the recording.
BRIAN
What might have caused that?
DR. BRODSKY
Well, I guess any number of things.
Could have been nearby power lines,
radio or TV transmissions, WiFi
signals, cell phone towers.
BRIAN
Really? You think any of those things
could have caused that??
DR. BRODSKY
Theoretically.
BRIAN
You saw what she was doing...
DR. BRODSKY
You didn't have a controlled
environment. No leads, no EKG's, no
pulse monitor readings. I can't be
sure if what I saw was real,
dramatized, or otherwise.
(beat)
And you interfered by entering the
room during peak activity. In my
opinion... it's inconclusive.
BRIAN
But, you saw... she reacted when the
readings changed.
DR. BRODSKY
She acted. We don't know if she reacted.
You must be very careful, when making
assumptions based on correlation.
Brian glances into the camera.
BRIAN
What about directed energy weapons?
DR. BRODSKY
I'm sorry?
BRIAN
Directed energy weapons. Remotely
targeting Celeste.
DR. BRODSKY
Don't be absurd.
BRIAN
Why is that so absurd?
Dr. Brodsky considers his response.
DR. BRODSKY
Those technologies are for use in
the battlefields. Not the suburbs.
BRIAN
But, it is possible?
DR. BRODSKY
(beat, almost to himself)
Where exactly was this footage
recorded?
BRIAN
New Orleans. Why?
Brodsky studies the monitor for a moment.
DR. BRODSKY
Yes, it's possible... It's also
possible that it was extraterrestrials.
Shall we look for aliens as well?
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The Puppeteer Lead
INT. CRESTWOOD FACILITY DAY ROOM - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
Brian sits across from Peter. It's a much more relaxed setup.
They've been watching the footage. Brian shuts his laptop.
PETER
Freakin' aliens. What an asshole.
Man, I was hoping that'd be the
smoking gun we needed.
BRIAN
Yeah, me too. That's why I flew us
all out to Louisiana. I mean, I liked
Celeste, her story's interesting and
I want to help her... But, nothing
we got from her really proves
anything. At least not in a court of
law, or any credible publication.
PETER
Well, did it prove anything to you?
Brian thinks about what to share.
BRIAN
I don't know... Maybe. We think someone
was following us back from SFO.
PETER
Wouldn't surprise me. You're in it
deep now.
Brian peers into both cameras before continuing.
BRIAN
Look, Peter, Celeste mentioned
something... she said there's a
whistleblower out there. Someone at
the top, who's ready to flip.
PETER
A Puppeteer?
BRIAN
Right. How can we find him?
PETER
I want that as much as the next guy.
We've been hearing rumblings about him
for years. But, nobody knows who it is.
Brian's deflated.
PETER
There is this Professor at NYU though.
She's well connected in the intelligence
community, written books on MK-ULTRA
and MONARCH, her research is deep, man.
If anyone can connect the dots and find
your whistleblower, she's it.
Peter leans forward, speaks under his breath again.
PETER
Listen Brian, time is of the essence.
You need to find the evidence to get
me the fuck out of here. Fast! From
what my network has told me, they're
onto what we're doing. None of us
are safe anymore.
(beat)
If I were you, I'd seriously consider
taking some safety precautions. If
not for yourself, for your family.
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Paranoid Preparations
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - WEBCAM FOOTAGE
Brian is in front of the computer monitors, looks extremely
agitated. He's BANGING the mouse on the desk.
BRIAN
I've been having some serious
computer problems this past week.
A coincidence? Or, maybe not...
(beat)
Two days ago, a malware virus.
Yesterday, a dead hard drive, which
luckily was backed up... and now my
fucking mouse is acting all glitchy!
Brian BANGS the mouse HARD, gets up from the desk.
In a fit of rage, he THROWS it against the wall, SHATTERS it.
INT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - DAY - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian and Zack are mounting and testing GOPRO HERO 13 CAMERAS
to either end of the dashboard, facing the seats.
A THIRD GOPRO facing out the front windshield. A FOURTH pointed
out the back window.
In the b.g., a CABLE COMPANY VAN is parked on the street.
INT. / EXT. WATKINS HOUSE - DAY - SERIES OF SHOTS:
- Brian steps up onto a stool, adjusts a SECURITY CAM near the
ceiling in the living room.
- Zack on the front porch, adjusts ANOTHER CAM by the door.
- Brian mounts a SECURITY CAM on the wall of his home office.
- Brian at the workstation in his office. The monitor shows a
mosaic of feeds from THE CAMERAS.
- Zack looks up at the WALL CAM in the office, points a finger
to his temple, pulls an imaginary trigger.
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - WEBCAM / SECURITY CAM
Brian is locked on the security feed from the monitors. He opens
a desk drawer, pulls out an airline shooter of vodka, downs it.
INT. WATKINS LIVING ROOM - DAY - SECURITY CAM
Brian enters numbers into the security system keypad on the
wall by the door.
STACY
How much is this costing us anyway?
You haven't done any paid work in
over 3 months!
BRIAN
You can't put a price on safety,
Babe. Here, you try.
She reluctantly types into the keypad. BEEP BEEP. It worked.
STACY
This all seems kind of paranoid.
All the security cameras.
BRIAN
It's not paranoia... I... I just
want to know you and Jayden are safe
when I'm not here. That's all.
Stacy looks at him suspiciously.
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Paranoia and Neglect
INT. / EXT. WATKINS HOUSE - DAY - CAMCORDER / SECURITY CAM
Brian's SHOOTING through the living room blinds. A CABLE COMPANY
VAN is parked out on the street next door.
BRIAN
That same van has been parked on our
street at least three times this
week.
STACY
So people are getting cable, Bri.
Come on. Put it away.
JAYDEN
Daddy, come kick the ball with me!
BRIAN
Later, Jayden. Daddy's busy right now!
JAYDEN
You never play with me anymore.
Stacy SLAPS Brian's arm.
The CAMCORDER SWINGS around to Stacy. She indicates Jayden,
looking innocent as can be, holding a soccer ball.
BRIAN
Sorry, buddy. Yeah, let's do it.
JAYDEN
Yay!
Jayden runs for the door.
BRIAN
(to Stacy)
I'm sorry, Babe.
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - SECURITY CAM (MONTAGE)
The corner TIME STAMP reads 11:13 P.M. Brian sits staring at the
security feeds.
11:45 P.M.
Feet up, reading a book, "MIND WAR" by Dr. Miriam Taylor.
12:30 A.M
He sips on a half pint of vodka while reviewing interview footage.
1:25 A.M.
He's head down on the desk, asleep. Possibly drunk.
Stacy enters to find him, notices something in the trash, which
she removes and examines - the empty liquor bottle.
She shakes her head disappointedly.
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Spy in the Window
INT. / EXT. WATKINS LIVING ROOM - MORNING
Brian points the CAMCORDER out through the blinds again.
Across the street, a MOVING TRUCK. Movers carry boxes and
furniture up the ramp.
Stacy enters wearing pajamas, surprised by Brian's activity.
STACY
Jeezus, Brian. Not again!
BRIAN
You're not going to believe it, Stace.
The Benjamin's are moving out.
STACY
And you're spying on them why?
BRIAN
They've lived here forever. Weird,
right?
STACY
What the hell. People move... Why don't
you tell me what's really going on?
BRIAN
It's not what it looks like.
She's losing patience.
STACY
Talk to me, Brian! You owe me that!
Realizing there's no out, he gives in, sets the camera down.
SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE:
BRIAN
Look, the guy I've been interviewing,
you know, Peter...
STACY
Yeah, I've talked to Cassie. Paranoid
schizophrenic, super articulate,
fascinating case study? What about him?
BRIAN
Well... he's got convincing evidence
that him and other individuals, are
being followed, harassed and targeted
by a secret government program, and...
STACY
Wait! You're not buying into this
bullshit, are you? Some lunatic's
conspiracy theory? Is that what all
the new security measures are about?
Your trip to New Orleans?
BRIAN
All I'm saying is, he's got one hell
of a story.
STACY
Oh my god!
Brian's reeling, tries to regroup.
BRIAN
Hey, I'm also... I'm getting some great
supporting footage. Can't just have
two hours of talking heads, can you?
Stacy paces while she works this out.
STACY
That's what this is about now? No more
personal project inspired by your
sister... now you're just indulging
some random nut job's fantasy?
BRIAN
No! And don't call him that! This
story could help a lot of people.
Stacy looks him dead in the eye.
BRIAN
What? Why are you so upset?
STACY
I know you've been drinking again,
Brian.
He looks busted, tries to downplay it.
BRIAN
A few sips at night to help take the
edge off now and then. What's the
big deal? It's not like it was before.
Stacy starts to breakdown, get's very emotional.
STACY
I thought I understood what you were
doing, why you were doing this
project... I thought it was helping
you. But it's not!
BRIAN
You don't get it! This could be the
most important thing I've ever done!
STACY
Your family should be the most
important thing! Not this!
BRIAN
Common Stacy...
STACY
Meanwhile our bills keep adding up,
our savings are dwindling, and you
have no income! Don't you get it!?
She bolts out of the room, leaving Brian alone.
STACY (O.S.)
Get your fucking shit together!
He SIGHS BIG, grabs the camera, turns it back out the window.
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - WEBCAM FOOTAGE
Brian's at his desk, leans in and addresses the WEBCAM.
BRIAN
We heard from Peter's author today.
She's in New York. But, she's willing
to meet us at this conference up in
Portland that she's speaking at this
weekend. Which saves us a trip to NYC.
A DOOR SLAMS from elsewhere in the house. Brian winces.
BRIAN
Stacy's pretty upset... not just
about the money, but four more days
on the road.
Another SLAM!
BRIAN
Portland better be worth it.
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"MARCH 2025"
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Counter-Surveillance and Convention Tensions
INT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - DAY - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian's driving. Zack's in the back. Craig, riding shotgun,
checks out the GoPro pointed at him from the dashboard.
CRAIG
What's up with all this shit?
ZACK
Counter-surveillance, Dude!
CRAIG
(to Brian)
What's he talking about?
BRIAN
We get followed again, we'll be able
to prove it next time.
ZACK
We even bugged it.
Zack TAPS on the dome light above their heads. Smiles satisfied.
ZACK
If we're gonna take this project to
Cannes, we need to fight fire with
fire.
CRAIG
Genius, Einstein. What do we do when
they start shooting at us?
Zack sits up, leans between them.
ZACK
You're right. We should probably
consider getting some heaters.
BRIAN
No. No guns, man. Stacy would flip.
He glances in the rear view mirror. Then the side mirror.
Then at the CAMERA. Maybe a second thought?
INT. JET LINER - DAY - IPHONE FOOTAGE
Zack's IPHONE. Brian's tapping at his laptop. Craig's asleep.
Zack very lightly tickles Craig's nose with a packet of peanuts.
Craig rouses, waves Zack away.
ZACK
Welcome to Portland, Little Buddy.
Craig looks irritated, tries to grab the iPhone.
CRAIG
Enough with the cameras!
ZACK
We're making a documentary. I'm
documenting.
BING!
FLIGHT ATTENDANT (V.O.)
Ladies and gentlemen, we've begun our
descent into Portland International.
Please turn off all phones and devices
and prepare for landing.
ZACK
Fine.
INT. HOTEL CONFERENCE CENTER - DAY
Zack SHOOTS, follows Brian and Craig entering "Conspiracy Con,"
filled with people, booths and tables covered with various
literature, equipment, and videos for sale.
Brian cruises the aisle, scanning the topic banners. "Chem-
Trails," "Fluoridation," ah... "Mind Control." Stops there.
He picks up a DVD from the table. The title has been PIXELATED
in post-production.
THE FILMMAKER (50's), approaches. His face also PIXELATED. Brian
holds up the DVD.
BRIAN
Did you make this?
FILMMAKER
Yes, but would you please mind turning
off that camera!?
Brian nods to Zack. CAMCORDER BLINKS OFF.
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The Erased Whistleblower
INT. DR. MIRIAM TAYLOR'S HOTEL SUITE - DAY - INTERVIEW FOOTAGE
DR. MIRIAM TAYLOR (60's), a sophisticated looking scholar, sits
on a love seat. Brian is opposite in a cushioned chair.
A copy of her book sits on a coffee table between them.
LOWER THIRD: DR. MIRIAM TAYLOR, AUTHOR, "MIND WAR: CONTROLLING
THE HUMAN RACE"
MIRIAM
My book discusses how Americans
have no problem trading freedom for
security. "I got nothing to hide."
Or, "It's fighting terrorism..." So
they craft a world-view where you
feel constantly at risk - dangers
only they can protect you from.
Delivered daily via the evening news,
social media and the internet.
BRIAN
What's their end goal in all this?
She almost laughs out loud, clears her throat.
MIRIAM
There's great power, and enormous
profits, in providing security for
millions of frightened people. A
scared and anxious populace is also
very easy to control. They'll not
only give up their freedom, but their
personal data, large sums of money,
all in the name of protection.
Brian nods.
BRIAN
Yeah... that makes sense.
MIRIAM
These manipulators, these puppeteers,
also have a vested interest in
destabilization. Two political
parties, each with their own media
outlets fueling the fire, each
convinced the other is the enemy.
Families torn apart. Communities
divided. It's brilliantly dubious.
She taps her temple.
MIRIAM
But, for those who question, those
who dissent...
She indicates her book.
MIRIAM
...other techniques are needed.
BRIAN
Tell us more about these other
techniques.
MIRIAM
Actually, I can show you.
Dr. Taylor reaches over to an end table, grabs a small vintage
device that looks like a Sony WalkMan, but with electrode pads
instead of ear buds.
MIRIAM
This is a Neurophone. The technology
for this device was invented in 1958.
It transfers ultrasonic sound waves
through the skin directly to the
brain, bypassing the auditory system.
She holds the electrodes out toward Brian.
MIRIAM
May I?
BRIAN
Ok... It doesn't hurt?
MIRIAM
Not at all.
She applies them to Brian's forehead.
MIRIAM
Do you have your phone?
Brian removes it from his pocket.
MIRIAM
Pick a song that you like.
Brian scrolls, chooses a song, hands the phone to Dr. Taylor.
MIRIAM
Pink Floyd. An excellent selection.
She plugs a cord from the Neurophone into Brian's iPhone. Then,
presses a few buttons. Brian looks stunned.
MIRIAM
You hear it?
BRIAN
Yeah... That's incredible.
MIRIAM
No, that's 1958. Now, after sixty
years of additional research, they
can get even better results at a
distance without the need for
electrodes. That's incredible!
BRIAN
The "Voice of God?"
MIRIAM
Yep. All part of PROJECT MONARCH. If
they can't control what you believe,
if you're one who questions, they can
simply discredit your reputation and
dissent by presenting you as paranoid
delusional. Maybe even get you to
believe it yourself.
BRIAN
Unreal.
MIRIAM
Whether it's surveillance, stalking,
remote projection wave guns, or the
Haloperidol experimentation Dr. Albert
Soros and his colleagues did at Vacaville
State Prison, they eventually get that
last small percentage of the population.
ZACK (O.S.)
Why not just murder 'em?
She blanches, removes the electrodes from Brian's forehead.
MIRIAM
If you think they're beyond that
you're kidding yourself. I've had
numerous colleagues and contacts
over the years that have either gone
missing or died mysteriously.
CRAIG (O.S.)
How? How did they die?
Brian shoots a "shut up" look at him.
CRAIG
I'm sorry, man, but I think we're
dissenting here. How?
MIRIAM
One accidental poisoning, one sudden
heart attack, two unexplained car
accidents.
(off Craig)
Your friend is right to be cautious.
I would if I were you.
CRAIG'S CAMERA POV tilts slowly toward the floor.
CRAIG (O.S.)
Oh my God...
BRIAN
We've heard there may be a
whistleblower coming forward. Someone
at the top, who knows what's really
going on.
MIRIAM
A puppeteer?
BRIAN
Right. Can you help us contact them?
MIRIAM
I'm afraid it doesn't work that way.
These people, when they're ready,
they contact you.
BRIAN
Well, Peter said we're running out
of time. So, whatever you can do...
MIRIAM
I'll put some feelers out there...
But, I wouldn't get your hopes up.
There have been whistleblowers. I've
talked to several. But, the alarm
on MONARCH has never been sounded.
Those people, they just...
She blows on her fingertips, opens her empty hand.
MIRIAM
...Never existed.
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30 -
The Breaking Point
INT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - DAY - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian driving, Craig next to him, Zack in the back seat. No one
says a word. Zack pays them each several glances.
ZACK
That was a long quiet plane ride home.
What the hell's wrong with you guys?
BRIAN
I don't know... just thinking about
Stacy and Jayden I guess.
Zack SMACKS Craig's arm.
ZACK
What's your fuckin' excuse?
Craig looks furious.
CRAIG
Are you dense? Do you not see?
ZACK
What?
CRAIG
How much danger we may be in! I mean,
were you even listening to what Dr.
Taylor said?
ZACK
What? All that crap about strange
deaths? Heart attacks and car accidents
are two of the top causes of death.
What's so mysterious about that?
CRAIG
She's an author, with a Ph.D. Not
some mental patient like the others.
ZACK
All I know is, you gotta take chances
or you'll never get anywhere!
CRAIG
Spoken like a washed up skater with a
death wish. Well, you can count me out!
ZACK
Spoken like a total pussy!
BRIAN
Guys! Easy! You're both overreacting.
Suddenly, Brian's phone starts RINGING. He looks at the screen.
BRIAN
It's Peter... I'll call him later.
Zack falls back into the seat, tries to calm down. Craig's having
a harder time.
CRAIG
Bullshit! I'm sorry, Brian. But, I
can't do this anymore. I'm done!
Zack shakes his head. Brian doesn't know what to say anymore.
BRIAN (V.O.)
Unfortunately, there was no talking
Craig out of it. And who could blame
him? I too was having serious concerns.
INT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - LATER
Drained and exhausted, Brian pulls up to his house. Parked out
on the street is the same CABLE COMPANY VAN as before.
Brian slows, examines it as he passes, parks in his driveway.
BRIAN
Again??
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31 -
The Watcher in the Park
EXT. SKATEBOARD PARK - DAY - CAMCORDER FOOTAGE
Brian is with Stacy, SHOOTING FOOTAGE of Jayden in full pads
and helmet, riding his scooter in the park.
BRIAN (O.S.)
This is nice, all of us spending
time together again...
She gives him the silent treatment.
In the b.g., across the skatepark, behind a chain-link fence,
stands A GUY, wearing sunglasses.
BRIAN (O.S.)
(under his breath)
What the...
BRIAN ZOOMS IN. Is he staring at them?
STACY (O.S.)
What?
As if sensing he's ON CAMERA, The Guy turns and quickly strides
off.
BRIAN (O.S.)
Son of a bitch...
Brian tries to follow with the CAMERA, but LOSES him as he enters
a neighboring parking lot, dodges between cars.
STACY (O.S.)
What's wrong?
BRIAN (O.S.)
That guy over there. You saw him
right? Staring at us?
Stacy looks in the direction, doesn't see anything.
STACY (O.S.)
What guy?? What are you talking about?
Brian searches frantically for the man, but he's gone now. His
CAMERA SETTLES on Stacy. She peers at him with concern.
STACY
I'm seriously starting to worry about
you, Brian!
TITLE CARD:
"APRIL 2025"
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32 -
The Vacaville Connection
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - DAY - WEBCAM FOOTAGE
Brian and Zack at the workstation, reviewing FOOTAGE on the
monitors. Brian PAUSES.
BRIAN
Okay, it's all cued up. Security camera
footage from while we were in Portland.
ZACK
Let's see it.
INTERCUT: SECURITY CAM FOOTAGE - WATKINS FRONT PORCH
TIME STAMP: 3:47 A.M.
It's dark. No activity. Then, a car pulls into the driveway,
HEADLIGHTS SHINE BRIGHTLY onto the front of the house.
FAST FORWARD... The HEADLIGHTS remain on the entire time.
BRIAN
That car sat in our driveway shining
its headlights on our house for over
3 minutes, then...
Brain HITS PLAY AGAIN. The car's LIGHTS FLASH OFF and ON THREE
MORE TIMES before it backs up, out of the driveway and moves on
down the neighborhood.
Brian PAUSES the video.
END TIME STAMP: 3:51 A.M.
BRIAN
You think that's suspicious?
ZACK
Naw... probably just kids.
Brian's eyes scream "give me a break."
ZACK
Okay, it's a little suspicious.
BRIAN
You think they're trying to send me
a message or something?
ZACK
You're overreacting, Dude. Just like
Craig.
BRIAN
Really?? Am I overreacting about
this too? I've been looking over Dr.
Taylor's interview. Check this out...
Several taps on the keyboard.
INTERCUT: RECORDED INTERVIEW FOOTAGE OF DR. TAYLOR
MIRIAM
Whether it's surveillance, stalking,
remote projection wave guns, or the
Haloperidol experimentation Dr.
Albert Soros and his colleagues did
at Vacaville State Prison, they
eventually get that last small
percentage of the population.
BACK TO SCENE:
Brian PAUSES the FOOTAGE, looks at Zack like "I told you so!"
ZACK
What?
BRIAN
A pretty weirdly specific thing to
drop into the conversation, right?
ZACK
I don't know... Everything she said
was weirdly specific.
BRIAN
I tried to ignore it too. But, that
name, Dr. Albert Soros, kept ringing
in my head... Eerily familiar...
(beat)
I think she was dropping me a clue...
Brian flips through a fat file, shows Zack printed data.
INTERCUT: SUPPORTING ARCHIVAL MEDIA / BRIAN'S OFFICE
BRIAN
I went back to my research and noticed
in the 1975 Congressional Investigation
on CIA Activities that the Medical
Facility at Vacaville Prison was listed
as one of the testing grounds for
MK-ULTRA mind control drugs.
ZACK
Any mention of Soros in the report?
BRIAN
No names... All redacted. But, public
records do show that a Dr. Albert Soros
was the Director of Mental Health at
the Facility from '84 to '91.
ZACK
That's over ten years after MK-ULTRA
was shut down.
BRIAN
And exactly when PROJECT MONARCH
would've been ramping up.
INTERCUT: An OLD NEWSPAPER ARTICLE that Brian flips to.
BRIAN
Now, get this... In '91, under Soros's
watch, three African American inmates
died at the facility during a heat
wave... after allegedly being given
anti-psychotic drugs to control
aggression.
Zack leans in, stares at the three inmates PHOTOS.
BRIAN
Here's the part that really fuckin'
freaks me out. After the prisoners
die, Soros resigns... and two years
later lands as Lead Campus Psychiatrist
at Stanford University - the same place
where Jenielle was diagnosed with
schizophrenia and died of a drug
overdose a year later.
ZACK
Holy fuckin' shit...
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33 -
Lost in the Fire
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - LATER
Zack SHOOTS Brian on the phone.
STANFORD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Stanford Student Health.
BRIAN
Hi, yes, I'm calling about accessing
patient records for a family member.
My sister, Jenielle Watkins.
STANFORD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
I'm sorry, but student health records
are confidential.
BRIAN
I really only need to know who her
attending psychologist was. Just the
name. Is that possible?
STANFORD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Let me check, sir. Is your sister a
student here now?
BRIAN
No, I'm sorry. This was some time
ago. 1994.
STANFORD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Jenielle Watkins. One moment please...
Brian paces nervously.
STANFORD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Hello, sir? I'm sorry, those records
are gone.
BRIAN
Gone? Gone how?
STANFORD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
All the records from Mental Health,
'91 to '95, were lost in a fire. We
weren't digital then, I'm afraid.
Brian gives the camera a deadpan stare.
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34 -
The Deceptive Call
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - DAY - WEBCAM / SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE
Brian is alone, removes a prepaid cell phone from the clamshell,
turns it on. He punches in digits. It RINGS...
DR. SOROS (V.O.)
Hello?
BRIAN
Hello, Doctor Soros?
DR. SOROS (V.O.)
Yes.
BRIAN
This is Jacob Garvey from the Northern
California Psychiatric Society. How
are you today?
DR. SOROS (V.O.)
I'm well, thank you.
BRIAN
I'm calling because the Society
newsletter highlights one outstanding
member each quarter and we'd like to
interview you for the next edition.
Would you be open to that?
DR. SOROS (V.O.)
Really? Perhaps...
BRIAN
Are you available to meet sometime
this week?
DR. SOROS (V.O.)
Let's see... Thursday might work.
How much time do you need?
BRIAN
Not long, Dr. Soros. Not long at all...
Brian gives the webcam a thumbs up.
BRIAN (V.O.)
Of course, I did my homework first
and took numerous precautions before
meeting him in person.
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35 -
Spy Gear and Deception
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - DAY
Zack SHOOTS as Brian tries on a new pair of eyeglasses.
SPY CAMERA GLASSES FOOTAGE:
Brian looks at Zack holding the camera, then around the room.
HIDDEN WRISTWATCH CAM FOOTAGE:
Brian taps on the face of the wristwatch, pointed up at him.
HIDDEN KEYCHAIN REMOTE FOB CAM FOOTAGE:
Brian holds the keychain, moves it on himself in the mirror.
BRIAN
Thanks, Amazon.
ZACK
What exactly are you planning with
all this stuff?
BRIAN
Uhh... Not sure yet... But, I have a
feeling it may come in handy.
BRIAN (V.O.)
For some reason, I felt it was better
to leave Zack out of this one. In
the back of my mind, I guess I knew
there was a line I was crossing.
EXT. DR. ALBERT SOROS'S HOUSE - DAY - HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
Brian KNOCKS on the front door wearing the hidden glasses and
watch cams.
It's answered by DR. ALBERT SOROS (70's), bald, white beard, a
Sigmund Freud kind of resemblance.
BRIAN
Dr. Soros? Jacob Garvey.
Brian extends his hand. Dr. Soros shakes it, looks at him
suspiciously.
DR. SOROS
I have a directory of registered
members from the NCPS that contribute
to the Newsletter. I didn't see a
Jacob Garvey on there.
He exhibits a printed list in his other hand. Brian smiles.
BRIAN
Jacob is actually my middle name.
First name is Robert, legally.
Dr. Soros scrolls down the paper, stops, appears to be satisfied.
DR. SOROS
Okay... Come on in.
BRIAN
Thank you, Dr. Soros.
DR. SOROS
Please, call me Al.
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36 -
The Unmasking
INT. DR. SOROS'S DEN - DAY - INTERVIEW / HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
The camcorder's on a tripod. Brian finishes adjusting Dr. Soros's
lapel mic as he sits in a cushy chair.
BRIAN
Before we begin, if I could get you
to sign this standard release form.
Brian hands him a clipboard with the release attached.
Dr. Soros gives the form a quick glance, signs at the bottom.
He hands it back to Brian who sits across from him.
BRIAN (V.O.)
After confirming I was on his NCPS
member list, he would've signed
anything. A man like Soros doesn't
fear a newsletter interview. He's
managed far bigger threats than me.
That was his first mistake.
Brian tucks the release away into his folder.
BRIAN
Okay, Al. First we'll get a little
history out of the way. I understand
you received your Ph.D. from Stanford
in Clinical Psychology, correct?
INSERT: PHOTOS OF YOUNGER DR. SOROS IN HIS 30'S & 40'S.
DR. SOROS
Yes, in 1976.
BRIAN
Then, private practice for 8 years
and in '84 you moved to the California
Medical Facility in Vacaville?
INSERT: PHOTOS OF THE FACILITY
DR. SOROS
Right. I was the Director of Mental
Health there at the State Prison.
BRIAN
What exactly did that entail?
DR. SOROS
Evaluating the inmates psychological
disposition. Prescribing and
administering Medication. Research,
project management and so forth.
Brian takes a BREATH, continues.
BRIAN
I read that three prisoners died at
the facility in 1991 due to the
antipsychotic medication they were
taking. Do you remember that?
DR. SOROS
Er... Not really. But sadly, when you
work at a penitentiary like Vacaville,
you see a lot of people die.
BRIAN
I think this incident happened just
before you resigned. Are you sure
you don't remember?
Dr. Soros seems cagey.
DR. SOROS
Well... Actually yes, I do remember
now. We were having a severe heat
wave. But I don't recall the medication
being related to their deaths.
BRIAN
Was the medication you gave them,
was it a test trial for the anti-
psychotic drug Haloperidol?
Dr. Soros looks irritated now.
DR. SOROS
How is that relevant to your story?
Brian grins, knocks his hand against his head.
BRIAN
My apologies, Al. I totally digressed.
They both recompose themselves.
BRIAN
Next, you returned to your alma mater
at Stanford in 1993 as Lead Campus
Psychiatrist, is that right?
DR. SOROS
Yes.
BRIAN
And I understand you were conducting
research into multiple personality
and dissociative disorders there.
(beat)
Amazing work by the way...
Brian pauses. It's awkward.
BRIAN
Al, do you remember treating a student
at Stanford named Jenielle Watkins
in 1994?
Dr. Soros thinks for a second.
DR. SOROS
I don't know... Why??
BRIAN
I believe you diagnosed her with
schizophrenia and prescribed her
Haloperidol. The same medication you
tested on the prisoners at Vacaville.
DR. SOROS
That's it! I think we're done here!
Dr. Soros begins to remove his mic.
BRIAN
She committed suicide by overdosing
on the very medication you gave her.
DR. SOROS
That was over 25 years ago!
BRIAN
So you do remember??
DR. SOROS
You need to turn that thing off!
CAMCORDER GOES BLACK.
CUT TO: VARIOUS HIDDEN CAMERA FOOTAGE.
BRIAN
Okay, no problem. It's off. Just
tell me off the record...
DR. SOROS
You're not with the NCPS! Who are you?
BRIAN
Let's just say I'm someone close to
Jenielle, and I need some answers.
Dr. Soros assesses Brian with a look. Calms himself, tries to
de-escalate the situation.
DR. SOROS
Yes, of course, I remember her. The
poor girl was very ill. Paranoid,
delusional, self-harming. I was trying
to help her.
BRIAN
Bullshit! I know you were working
with the CIA...
Brian's up out of his chair, leans closer to Dr. Soros.
BRIAN
What kind of experiments were you
conducting at Stanford? How many
others have you killed?
Dr. Soros gets up, steps away from Brian.
DR. SOROS
That's enough! You need to leave!
Get out of my house!!
MRS. SOROS, (70's), BARGES IN to see what's happening.
Dr. Soros goes to the phone and starts to dial 9-1-1.
DR. SOROS
I'm calling the police!
Brian quickly grabs his stuff and heads for the front door.
BRIAN
This isn't over, Al! I know what you
did! And I know where you live!
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37 -
Under Suspicion
INT. / EXT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - DAY - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian's upset, driving. His phone starts RINGING. "PETER" appears
on the screen. Brian sends him to voicemail.
BRIAN
Not now, Peter!
MOMENTS LATER:
As he approaches his house, his eyes get wide.
There's a police car out front. TWO POLICE OFFICERS are talking
with Stacy at the front door.
EXT. WATKINS HOUSE - SAME - SURVEILLANCE / HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
Brian exits the car, wears the HIDDEN GLASSES and WATCH CAMS.
BRIAN
Can I help you, officers?
OFFICER 1
Mr. Watkins?
BRIAN
Yes.
OFFICER 1
Can I ask where you're coming from?
STACY
What's going on, Brian?
BRIAN
It's nothing, Hon.
(to Officer 1)
I just finished an interview over in
Palo Alto for a project I'm working on.
OFFICER 2
And who was that interview with?
BRIAN
Dr. Albert Soros. Why?
OFFICER 2
Any reason why Dr. Soros would think
you were representing the Nor Cal
Psychiatric Society?
Brian searches for a response.
BRIAN
Not unless he was seriously confused.
He is a bit elderly. I'm a freelancer.
I thought I made that clear with him.
Look, I have a signed release form.
Brian pulls the paper from a file, hands it over.
OFFICER 2
Can we get a copy of this?
BRIAN
Sure... Come in. I'll scan it.
Officer 2 follows Brian inside.
OFFICER 1
(to Stacy)
Ma'am, has your husband been acting
unusual at all? Any stressful
situations, or reasons to believe he
might harm you or anyone else?
Stacy isn't sure how to react to this.
OFFICER 1
Ma'am?
STACY
Uhh... No, I don't understand. Why?
OFFICER 1
Dr. Soros is a Psychiatrist. He expressed
some concern for your husband's well-
being. He says that he misrepresented
the motive for his visit, got agitated
and was threatening him.
Brian and Officer 2 return on this last line.
BRIAN
This is totally ridiculous!
OFFICER 1
Calm down, sir. Understand?
Brian EXHALES. Stacy looks at him uneasily.
OFFICER 2
Listen folks, no charges are being
filed... yet. But, we have to follow
up on Dr. Soros's report, make sure
there's no evidence of wrongdoing or
reason to be concerned.
The Officer turns to Stacy.
OFFICER 2
Ma'am?
STACY
Brian?
Brian's holding it together. But he's upset.
BRIAN
It's just a big misunderstanding.
Everything's fine.
OFFICER 2
(to Stacy)
If you're sure, Ma'am?
STACY
I... Yes, of course. I'm sure.
Officer 1 hands her a business card.
OFFICER 1
In case you need anything. And sir...
Dr. Soros insisted that you not visit
his home again. Are we clear?
Brian shakes his head, is still annoyed, holds it back.
BRIAN
Yes.
Officer 1 tips his hat.
They enter their car and pull away. Brian watches as they cruise
up the block, then notices...
There's that damn CABLE COMPANY VAN again.
Now, at wits' end, Brian storms over to the van.
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38 -
Paranoid Accusation
EXT. WATKINS NEIGHBORHOOD - CONTINUOUS
He POUNDS on the driver's side door.
BRIAN
Hey! Hey, asshole!
He PEEKS INSIDE. No one there.
VOICE (O.S.)
Can I help you?
Brian GAZES up the utility pole where the CABLE GUY (30s),
Latino, is hanging in his harness.
BRIAN
What the hell you doing up there?
CABLE GUY
Upgrading fiber optic cables. Why?
Stacy catches up.
STACY
Brian! What's the deal?
BRIAN
You expect me to believe that?
Seriously?? You've been here a
dozen times in the past few weeks!
CABLE GUY
It's system-wide. There's a lot of
work.
BRIAN
You think I don't know what's going
on here? I see you watching me! I
see you watching!
STACY
Brian!
CABLE GUY
What are you talking about?
BRIAN
I have you on camera too, motherfucker!
(snickers)
I'm watching the watchers!
Brian heads back to the house.
CABLE GUY
Yeah, whatever Loco!
Stacy chases after Brian.
STACY
What the hell's going on, Brian?
You're fucking scaring me!
They're back in Brian's front yard.
EXT. WATKINS HOUSE - SAME - CONTINUOUS
Brian's pacing manically around the yard.
BRIAN
No! No no no no!
STACY
Brian! Talk to me... What's wrong
with you??
Brian's spun right out of control. He jabs a finger toward the
Cable Guy.
BRIAN
He's fucking watching us! He's been
here for weeks, right out in front of
our own house, Stace. Our own house!
The Cable Guy is, in fact SHOOTING Brian with his PHONE now.
STACY
Why, Brian? Why would the Cable
Company be watching us?
BRIAN
Because it's not the fuckin' Cable
Company. He's working for the Government.
They know that I know that they're
experimenting with mind control, and
killing prisoners, and beaming God damn
messages into innocent people's heads!
He's pounding on his head with both hands.
STACY
Oh, God, Brian. No... I can't... no!
She tries to grab his hands, but he spins away.
BRIAN
Into their heads for Christ's sake!
She backs away, shocked. Turns, runs up the steps.
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39 -
Desperate Escape
INT. WATKINS HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Brian's hot on Stacy's heels.
BRIAN
Don't you get it? Jenielle didn't
commit suicide, she was killed by Dr.
Soros. Doctor fucking Soros, who killed
three men in Vacaville. Fifty years,
Stacy. They've been doing this shit
for over fifty years! Peter, you
remember Peter? He's helping me gather
evidence. He's hooking me up with
people who know... people who know
what's really going on!
He follows Stacy into:
THE BEDROOM
Where she starts shoving clothes into a suitcase.
BRIAN
That's a good idea. It's probably
not safe here anymore, despite all
the security. They're probably
monitoring our conversations.
(to the walls)
We know you're listening!!
Stacy rushes the suitcase into:
JAYDEN'S ROOM
Where she grabs clothes, a stuffed animal, a book. Brian's right
behind her.
BRIAN
Now the guy who probably killed my
sister has me under surveillance.
You saw what he did, right? Trying
to make it look like I'm a danger to
myself? To my family? You know what
that means, don't you? I'm in the
system now. The cops and Dr. Soros
are helping the Feds get me put away,
make me disappear, because I know,
Stace! I know!!
Stacy zips up the suitcase, storms into:
THE KITCHEN
Grabs her purse, a tablet, her phone, some cash from a jar.
BRIAN
Cash. Cash is good... Hold on, let
me get my cameras...
She spins around in his face.
STACY
Just me, Brian! I'm leaving! Just me.
She barrels out of the kitchen. Brian follows.
THE LIVING ROOM
BRIAN
Just you? What about me? What about
Jayden?
As he reaches the front door, Brian grabs her by the arm.
BRIAN
Stacy, wait!
She spins around and SMACKS him across the face.
STACY
Get your hands off me!
She makes it outside. Brian follows.
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The Breakup and the Search
EXT. WATKINS HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
BRIAN
Look Stace, I'm sorry... You can't
just leave like this!
Stacy marches to the curb, throws the stuff into her car. Turns
to confront Brian.
STACY
This is crazy, Brian! Do you even
hear yourself anymore? It's crazy!
I'm getting Jayden from school and
we're going to my parents for awhile.
He tries to hold her.
BRIAN
No, Babe, no! We have to stay
together! I have to protect you!
She pushes him back, then stops. Tears.
She takes his face in her hands, looks deep into his eyes.
STACY
I love you, Brian. I do... But you're
scaring me. This has gone on far too
long... The paranoia, the drinking. I
can't stay. Not like this. I can't
bring Jayden home to this.
She kisses him sadly, wipes away the tears.
STACY
Please, figure your shit out... Maybe
see a psychiatrist for yourself, get
your head together... then we'll talk.
She gets in the car and ROARS away. Brian watches in awe. Then,
looks back and notices the CABLE COMPANY VAN is now gone.
He looks up and down the street. NOTHING. He's alone.
BEGIN MONTAGE: WATKINS HOUSE - SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE
Brian goes ROOM to ROOM with a handheld RF bug detector,
frantically searching for hidden cameras or mics.
He leaves each room somewhat disheveled.
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41 -
The Vanishing Call
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - DUSK - WEBCAM FOOTAGE
Brian speaks directly to the CAMERA. He's emotionally fried and
a little drunk, a vodka bottle in hand.
BRIAN
I searched the whole house for bugs
and cameras... Nothing here.
(beat)
You're right Babe. This is crazy. You
and Jayden are safer away from me.
Swigs off the bottle. Then, has a realization.
He pulls out his phone and goes to his VoiceMail. 2 messages
from Peter. Brian hits PLAY and SPEAKER...
PETER (V.O.)
Hey, Brian... I was right. They know
what we're doing. Time is running out.
We're not safe! Be careful who you
trust and find the whistleblower ASAP!
NEXT MESSAGE
PETER (V.O.)
Brian... Why haven't I heard from
you? Maybe they've gotten you
already... If you get this message,
you gotta get me out of Crestwood,
man! My days are numbered. Hurry!
END MESSAGE
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
Brian's at his workstation, making a phone call on SPEAKER.
CRESTWOOD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Crestwood Facility.
BRIAN
Yes, I'm calling to speak with a
patient, Peter Simmons.
CRESTWOOD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Who's calling?
BRIAN
This is Brian Watkins. Dr. Johnson
has me on Peter's call list.
CRESTWOOD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Please hold.
Brian stares at the monitor, scrolling.
CRESTWOOD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Mr. Watkins?
BRIAN
Yes.
CRESTWOOD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Mr. Simmons is no longer at this
facility.
BRIAN
What? No, that can't be right. Peter
Simmons. Can you double check for me?
CRESTWOOD RECEPTIONIST (V.O.)
Sir... He left two days ago. That's
all I can tell you. I'm sorry. If
you want more information you'll
have to speak with Dr. Johnson.
Brian looks befuddled.
INT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - NEXT DAY - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian's driving. Glances in the mirror.
There's a BLACK SEDAN behind him. He erratically PULLS OVER on
the side of the freeway as CAR HORNS BLARE.
The sedan passes him. Brian rests his head onto the wheel.
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42 -
The Reveal and the Chase
INT. DOCTOR JOHNSON'S OFFICE - DAY - HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
Cassandra is at her desk. Brian sits opposite.
CASSANDRA
I'm not supposed to discuss the
details with anyone.
BRIAN
It's me, Cassie. Come on. He was a
friend.
CASSANDRA
I thought he was an interview subject?
BRIAN
Yeah, of course. But, we also kinda
developed a bond.
CASSANDRA
Then, that makes this even harder...
I'm afraid Mr. Simmons passed away
Saturday night. Suicide.
Brian's jaw drops to the floor. He's at loss for words.
INTERCUT: POLICE REPORT PHOTOS / DR. JOHNSON'S OFFICE
CASSANDRA
When he didn't show up for breakfast
Sunday morning, a staff member checked
in his room, found him in bed, covered
with blood. Apparently he slit his
wrists with a piece of broken glass.
Brian finally snaps back to reality.
BRIAN
I, I can't believe it... Was there
any sign of a struggle or foul play?
CASSANDRA
Foul play? No. Why?
BRIAN
Peter told me he was being watched
and targeted. That his life was in
danger, and--
CASSANDRA
The MONARCH PROJECT? Is that what
this is about?
BRIAN
Yeah. You're familiar with it?
CASSANDRA
Come on, Brian. You can't believe
any of that fantasy.
BRIAN
Wait... What about all the evidence
online? All the similar accounts by
other T.I.'s?
CASSANDRA
I'm afraid there's a lot of delusional
people out there. And unfortunately
the internet is a haven for their
misinformation.
BRIAN
But, Peter didn't seem suicidal.
Hell, he didn't even seem
schizophrenic. You said so yourself.
An edge case, right?
She pauses. Just for a second. But it's there.
CASSANDRA
Edge case? No. Of course not. Peter was
textbook schizophrenic.
(MORE)
CASSANDRA (CONT'D)
Paranoid delusional. It's a tragedy, but
it's not unexpected. This wasn't the first
time he'd tried to hurt himself, or others.
He's stunned by her change in story.
CASSANDRA
There's an ongoing investigation.
They're reviewing the circumstances,
where he got the glass, recent
behavioral changes...
Brian totally ZONES OUT for a moment.
When he SNAPS BACK, Cassie is standing there, looking at him
perplexed.
CASSANDRA
Brian? You feeling okay???
BRIAN
Uh... Yeah... I'm fine.
CASSANDRA
I kinda lost you there.
BRIAN
I'm sorry. I gotta go.
He abruptly gets up from his seat.
CASSANDRA
Wait... I also told the authorities
about your interviews. They'll
probably be in touch with you. May
want to examine your taped discussions
with Peter.
He glares at her and nods. Leaves.
INT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - DAY
Brian checks his mirror. NOTHING. Then, several cars back, a
black sedan is trailing.
BRIAN
NO WAY! You're not getting my tapes,
assholes!!
Brian hits the throttle, looks like he's possessed, as the sedan
also appears to pick up speed.
He makes several SQUEALING turns, while the trailing car remains
behind him.
Suddenly, Brian VEERS across oncoming traffic and into a
residential neighborhood.
Cars SKID and HONK, as he leaves the sedan behind.
BRIAN
Ha! Haaaa!!!!!
He gazes crazily at the empty rear view.
TITLE CARD:
"MAY 2025"
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43 -
The Puppeteer's Call
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT
Brian at the computer, watching CLIPS from interviews.
He swigs from the Vodka bottle again.
MONTAGE OF INTERVIEW CLIPS:
CASSANDRA
Then there's Peter. He's more of an
edge case. Not really analogous.
PETER
This place is basically my tin foil
hat.
CASSANDRA
Peter was textbook schizophrenic.
MIRIAM
...if you're one who questions, they
can simply discredit your reputation
and dissent by presenting you as
paranoid delusional.
Brian drinks from the bottle. CLICK.
PETER
...most of the people working on it
had no idea they were working on
government spook shit.
BRIAN
Plausible deniability.
DR. SOROS
...When you work at a penitentiary
like Vacaville, you see a lot of
people die.
MIRIAM
One accidental poisoning, one sudden
heart attack, two unexplained car
accidents.
PETER
Hit and run accident just two days
before he was scheduled to testify
before a European Parliament.
CASSANDRA
He slit his wrists with a piece of
broken glass.
Brian takes pills, chases them with vodka.
STANFORD RECEPTIONIST (O.S.)
All the records from Mental Health
were lost in a fire.
CASSANDRA
They'll probably be in touch to speak
with you. Will want to examine your
taped discussions with Peter.
CELESTE
They say there's a man ... A
puppeteer.
PETER
Nobody knows who it is.
CELESTE
You find him, Brian. You find him,
and you make this stop.
PETER
Time is of the essence... None of us
are safe anymore.
END MONTAGE:
Brian PAUSES the video, drunkenly reaches for his iPhone.
INSERT IPHONE:
He goes to CONTACTS: MIRIAM TAYLOR, hits her name.
TYPES a TEXT message.
"PETER'S DEAD. NEED PUPPETEER. TIME IS OF THE ESSENCE."
He hits SEND.
INT. BRIAN'S LIVING ROOM - SUNRISE - SECURITY FOOTAGE
Brian lies on the couch, passed out. Empty vodka bottle on the
floor.
The rising sunlight spills in the window and moves across the
room, lands on Brian.
His phone BUZZES. He drags it lazily from his pocket, swipes
the screen. Reads while lying down.
Brian BOLTS UPRIGHT, staring at the phone.
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - DAY - WEBCAM FOOTAGE
Brian holds his phone toward the WEBCAM.
TEXT: "CHECK YOUR PROTON EMAIL."
BRIAN
Okay, this text came from 212 area
code. Maybe someone associated with
Dr. Miriam Taylor in New York.
They sent a message to my encrypted
email account with a link to a
protected media server. I'm waiting
to receive key codes to access it.
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44 -
The Anonymous Informant
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - LATER
Zack is there SHOOTING, as Brian HITS a button on the mouse.
BRIAN
We got the key codes. You rolling?
ZACK (O.S.)
Yeah.
BRIAN
Okay, this is the video I received.
VIDEO FOOTAGE: SILHOUETTED PERSON using A VOICE CHANGER to hide
their identity.
SILHOUTTED PERSON
Hello, Brian. You may refer to me as
"Schism." I'm a career professional
in the US Intelligence Community and
I promise this will not be a waste
of your time. I have classified
information I'm prepared to disclose
regarding MK-ULTRA and CIA Sub-
Projects 141 & 142, a.k.a. THE
MONARCH PROJECT.
(beat)
I'm sure you can appreciate how
dangerous this is for both of us.
(MORE)
SILHOUTTED PERSON (CONT'D)
Hence, the following precautions.
You have 24 hours to respond to my
previous text with the word "YES."
If and when I receive it, I'll
provide coordinates for us to meet.
The VIDEO ENDS.
Brian grabs his phone, hits three keys, takes a deep breath.
CLICKS SEND.
BRIAN
Alright, Schism. Let's hope you're
one of the good guys.
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - LATER
Brian's on the computer, in his encrypted email account as
Zack SHOOTS.
EMAIL MESSAGE: "8 A.M. Tomorrow: 36.799148, -121.789176.
COME ALONE!"
BRIAN
Okay... Here we go...
(to Zack)
You ready for this?
ZACK
Hell yeah!!
BRIAN (V.O.)
I hate to say it... But, with Peter
dead and Craig gone, Zack was
basically my insurance policy. If I
went missing too, at least they'd
know where to look.
GOOGLE EARTH FOOTAGE: Brian inserts the coordinates. The screen
ZOOMS in on Moss Landing Harbor District, California.
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45 -
Arming for the Mission
EXT. JEEP CHEROKEE / ROADSIDE RESTAURANT - MORNING
INTERCUT: GOPRO / HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
Brian's parked in an empty restaurant parking lot, stands next
to his vehicle.
An assortment of boats docked in the Harbor across the way, the
500 foot twin stacks of a large power plant visible behind him.
He checks the HIDDEN CAMS to make sure they're all rolling. A
lifted 4x4 pickup pulls in alongside, Zack is driving.
He gets out, meets Brian at the tailgate. A professional DRONE
and small duffel bag in the truck bed.
BRIAN
Sure we weren't followed?
ZACK
Pretty sure.
BRIAN
Everything ready?
ZACK
Yup.
Zack hands him a small two-way radio that he places in his
jacket. Brian slips in a tiny earpiece, turns away from Zack.
BRIAN
Check, check.
Zack puts his finger to his ear.
ZACK
Roger dodger. Loud and clear.
BRIAN
Go get into position at the Harbor
where we discussed. I'll head to the
meeting point.
Zack nods, removes a .45 caliber hand gun from the duffel, shoves
it at Brian.
ZACK
Here... Just in case.
BRIAN
Are you fucking serious?
Brian nervously looks around, is hesitant.
ZACK
Just take it... Hopefully, we won't
need them.
BRIAN
We? Them?
Zack lifts up his shirt to reveal his own .45.
ZACK
Second one was half price. Couldn't
resist. Now we're playing hardball.
Brian reluctantly takes it, tucks it into his coat pocket.
Zack pats him on the shoulder, gets back into the truck and
TAKES OFF.
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46 -
Signal Lost
INT. / EXT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - MINUTES LATER
INTERCUT: GOPRO, DRONE, HIDDEN CAMERA FOOTAGE
Brian drives past the harbor entrance, over a short bridge and
turns into a parking lot; the Old Salinas River on one side,
beach sand dunes on the other.
ZACK (V.O.)
(over radio)
I'm in position and airborne.
(beat)
I see a parked car. No one else.
The Cherokee comes to a stop as Brian notices a black SUV at
the far end of the lot.
BRIAN
I see it.
ZACK (V.O.)
I think there's someone inside the
vehicle. Let me get a better angle.
Brian idles in position.
ZACK (V.O.)
Looks like two people. A driver and
a passenger.
Brian watches the car. Waits. Nothing happens.
ZACK (V.O.)
Talk to me buddy.
BRIAN
I don't know... Guess I'm going first.
Keep your eyes open.
ZACK (V.O.)
Roger that.
Brian pulls forward, parks about 30 to 40 feet away. He gets
out, cautiously moves toward the sedan...
Suddenly, the footage DISSOLVES into WHITE NOISE.
The POV of VARIOUS HIDDEN CAMS / DRONE FOOTAGE does the same...
SCREEN STATIC FROM ALL CAMERAS.
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47 -
The Static Gap
EXT. / INT. JEEP CHEROKEE / STATE BEACH PARKING AREA - LATER
Zack races up to the Jeep with his iPhone filming. POINTS IT
INSIDE the vehicle.
In the back seat is Brian, laying there completely incoherent.
Looks like he's been there for awhile.
Zack KNOCKS on the widow. Nothing. He opens the door and starts
SHAKING Brian around.
ZACK
Brian... Brian!!
He slowly starts to awaken and sits up, very out of it.
BRIAN
What... the... hell...
ZACK
Oh my God... I thought you were...
(stops himself)
Don't fucking scare me like that!
Zack looks genuinely worried for the first time, helps Brian
out of the back seat to the parking lot.
Brian rubs his eyes, glances around. A few more parked cars
than earlier, but no black SUV.
Zack helps Brian into the driver's seat and gets in on the
passenger side.
INT. JEEP CHEROKEE - MOMENTS LATER - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian sits there for moment gathering his senses, then
intuitively opens the center compartment between the two seats.
His keys, the gun, two-way radio, hidden watch and spyglasses
are all in there. He looks confused, removes his keys.
ZACK
What the fuck happened?
Brian closes the center console, massages his temples.
BRIAN
It's all kinda hazy... Having a hard
time remembering.
(beat)
What happened to you?
EXT. HARBOR ENTRANCE - MORNING - REENACTMENT
Zack, on the harbor bank, is piloting the drone.
ZACK (V.O.)
I was shooting drone footage of you
as you got out of your car in the
parking lot...
INSERT DRONE FOOTAGE:
Brian walks toward the black SUV at the far end of the lot.
ZACK (V.O.)
When you approached the black
Suburban, the video turned to static.
Maybe they jammed my signal somehow...
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48 -
Harbor Recollection
EXT. HARBOR ENTRANCE - MORNING - REENACTMENT
Two unmarked BLACK SUV's, LIGHTS FLASHING, SQUEEL UP to the
Harbor Parking Entrance.
Zack quickly takes out his .45 and tosses it into the harbor as
the authorities descend on him.
ZACK (V.O.)
Then, the cops or feds or whoever they
were, rolled up on me. Thank God, I
threw my gun in the water without them
noticing, 'cuz they searched me and my
truck. They ended up questioning me
for about 20 minutes, then let me go
and took off.
BACK TO JEEP:
ZACK
I came here to the parking lot
afterwards to check your Jeep and
you were gone. Spent the last hour
or so driving around, looking for
you and the black SUV. After striking
out, came back here again and there
you were in the back seat.
BRIAN
Fuck... I'm sorry Zack!
ZACK
For what?
BRIAN
This is all getting too dangerous.
ZACK
Dude, I knew what I was signing up
for. Still do... I'm all in, Bro!
Brian rubs his temples again.
BRIAN
I think maybe, my memory, it's
starting to come back to me...
Let's get out of here...
ZACK
Yeah...? Wanna get some coffee?
INT. MOSS LANDING CAFE - DAY - IPHONE FOOTAGE
Brian and Zack sit at a booth and sip coffee, SHOOT each other
with their phone's on the table in their case stands.
They talk in low voices.
ZACK
So... What the fuck happened to you?
Brian looks confused.
BRIAN
Well... Now, I'm not sure... What if
it's just some artificial memory
they implanted in my head? You think
I'm a god damn T.I. now too?
ZACK
Bullshit! They just want to discredit
you... Tell me what you remember.
BRIAN
Ummm.... This is gonna sound crazy,
But, I think I was ubducted and
drugged.
ZACK
Get the fuck outta here!
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The Hooded Arrest
EXT. STATE BEACH PARKING AREA - MORNING - REENACTMENT
TWO AGENTS, dark suits and sunglasses, exit the SUV.
BRIAN (V.O.)
I first remember walking toward their
vehicle... They got out, drew their
guns, pointed 'em right at me.
The two agents pull their weapons, aim at Brian as they rapidly
approach.
AGENT 1
Hands where we can see them!
Brian shows his hands.
BRIAN
Don't shoot!
The agents descend on Brian, collar and frisk him thoroughly.
BRIAN (V.O.)
I told them I was there to meet
someone...
They find his GUN, yank it away. Agent 1 runs an RF DETECTOR
over Brian's body and belongings.
The RF WAND BEEPS at they SPYGLASSES. BEEPS AGAIN at the WATCH
CAM. Both of which Agent 2 removes from Brian.
Agent 1 HANDCUFFS his hands in front. Agent 2 pulls a black
cloth hood over his head.
BRIAN
(muffled)
Hey! What the hell!!!
They lead him over, stuff him into the back seat of the Suburban.
The two agents get in front, drive out of the lot.
INT. BLACK SUV - LATER - REENACTMENT
Brian's in the back. The agents drive down an isolated road.
BRIAN (V.O.)
We must have driven for about ten or
fifteen minutes. Then, we finally
arrived at some old abandoned
warehouse.
EXT. WAREHOUSE - SAME
The black sedan parks. The agents get out, remove Brian from
the back seat, lead him toward a large dilapidated building.
INT. WAREHOUSE - CONTINUOUS - REENACTMENT
Not much in here but scattered stacks of wooden pallets. Agent
1 directs Brian to a lone chair in the open space.
Agent 2 drops Brian's radio, ear bud, spy glasses and watch cam
onto a pile of pallets across from them.
Agent 1 sets up a portable tripod screen behind Brian, removes
the black hood.
Agent 2 has a digital still camera, SHOOTS a series of photos
of Brian against the white backdrop.
BRIAN (V.O.)
They photographed and fingerprinted me.
Agent 1 removes the handcuffs from one of his wrists, latches
it around the back of the chair.
Agent 2 opens an electronic fingerprint kit, takes Brian's
freehand, places his thumb on the pad.
It scans with a blue light. Agent 2 stows the kit.
BRIAN (V.O.)
I figured I was being arrested. But,
why there??
Agent 1 reveals Brian's gun, removes the clip, checks the
chamber, places them both on the pallets with the other stuff.
AGENT 1
Anything else in your pockets?
BRIAN
Just my keys.
Brian reaches into an inner coat pocket, hands the Agent his
keys, who sets them on the pallet next to everything else.
Agent 1 recuffs him. They both move out of frame toward the door.
BRIAN (V.O.)
Then, I met him...
BACK TO MOSS LANDING CAFE BOOTH:
ZACK
Who?
BRIAN
Schism.
ZACK
No fucking way... You think you got
any footage of it?
BRIAN
I don't know... Doubtful. But, only one
way to find out.
Brian finishes his coffee and they both grab their phones.
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - NIGHT - WEBCAM / SECURITY FOOTAGE
Brian and Zack sit at his workstation, stare at the STATIC on
the monitors.
BRIAN
What happened to our video feeds?
ZACK
Looks like they scrambled it remotely,
or something. Must be high-tech.
BRIAN
Your drone footage, my GoPros and
the spy cams. All blank. Which means
no evidence. We can't prove shit!
ZACK
Wait a minute... what about your
keychain cam?
Brian's eyes light up as he removes it from his pocket.
BRIAN
Know what...? They ran some kind of
signal detector over me at Moss
Landing. But the keychain wasn't
running then. When I handed them my
keys in the warehouse, I think...
Maybe I hit record...
He removes the micro SD card from the keychain cam and places
it into a chip reader attached to his computer.
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The Warehouse Interrogation
INT. WAREHOUSE - MORNING - HIDDEN FOOTAGE
KEYCHAIN VIDEO: AUDIO QUALITY's not great, but VIDEO is DECENT.
POV from the stacked pallets where they placed the keys. Brian
sits in a lone chair. The agents exit the frame, guard the doors.
From a dark corner steps SCHISM, (late 60's/early-70's),
composed, immaculate, wears a fine Italian suit.
SUBTITLES WITH THIS DIALOGUE:
SCHISM
You can breathe now...
Schism paces in and out of the still frame.
BRIAN
Kinda extreme, don't ya think?
Kidnapping me?
SCHISM
No, we just moved you.
BRIAN
Really? Why?
SCHISM
Because your phone's comprised. Your
house is compromised. And your
friend's drone gave us a window.
Brian clocks that.
BRIAN
So you were watching us?
SCHISM
Of course. I believe my directions
were to come alone. Were they not?
BRIAN
Sorry... I know... But--
SCHISM
Don't be. It told me what I needed
to know.
BRIAN
Well, I wasn't sure if you were NSA,
CIA or somebody who just wanted me
dead. Still don't!
SCHISM
If that were the case, we wouldn't
be talking.
Brian shakes his head.
BRIAN
So, where are the documents?
SCHISM
That's all changed. This needs to
look like an interrogation first. I'm
not beyond being watched myself.
BRIAN
Seriously? All this was just... cover?
Schism doesn't answer directly. Studies Brian instead.
SCHISM
You know, my father fought in the
Second World War...
INTERCUT: SUPPORTING ARCHIVAL FOOTAGE / WAREHOUSE HIDDEN CAM
SCHISM
I grew up knowing exactly who the
enemy was.... In Vietnam, where I
fought, that wasn't so clear. Neither
was what came after when I joined
Intelligence. The Cold War made more
sense. You knew what you were
protecting and why. When the Wall
came down...
(almost to himself)
That felt like something... Then
9/11. Fighting ideas is different.
The weapons you need for that...
He trails off, doesn't finish the thought. Doesn't need to.
BRIAN
You started targeting innocent people.
SCHISM
We stopped keeping Americans safe.
Started keeping power safe. Money.
Influence...
(beat)
From people who ask questions, like
you.
BRIAN
Using torture. Drugs. Wave weapons.
SCHISM
Among other things. And it's about
to get worse...
BRIAN
How's that?
SCHISM
The next phase is satellites. I'm
sure you've heard of Palantir. SpaceX.
Soon, they'll be able to target
anyone, anywhere, anytime. The
ultimate mind control weapon.
BRIAN
Shit... How soon?
SCHISM
I don't know exactly. Six months.
Six years. Soon enough.
BRIAN
And you're telling me this why?
SCHISM
Because your name is in the margins
now. You've drawn attention, Brian.
That changes things.
Brian can't believe what he's hearing.
BRIAN
But, I'm a just a dude with a camera.
SCHISM
Others have been where you are. I'm not
the first to break ranks either.
(beat)
But right now, that camera of yours
has proven itself mightier than the
sword.
Brian lets out a long breath. Nods in acknowledgement.
BRIAN
I still need some answers... Peter...
SCHISM
What about him?
BRIAN
He didn't kill himself.
Schism shakes his head once.
SCHISM
Probably not. He just talked too
much and got too loud. That's usually
how it ends.
BRIAN
Then who?
Schism looks at him carefully.
SCHISM
People who prefer loose ends tied up.
BRIAN
And you? You're not one of them?
SCHISM
I've been both. That's why I'm still
alive I guess.
Brian absorbs that.
BRIAN
Dr. Soros? He was part of MONARCH?
SCHISM
Yes.
BRIAN
What about Jenielle? He had something
to do with her death?
A long silence. Schism cautiously chooses his words.
SCHISM
He was definitely running experiments
at Stanford, which has long been a
CIA testing ground. Whether she was
involved... I can't say for certain.
BRIAN
Sounds like a "YES" to me.
SCHISM
Only Soros knows for sure. They don't
exactly keep records on this stuff.
You know that...
Brian shakes his head. Is this all a hallucination?
BRIAN
So... What now?
SCHISM
Now, you go home. Act normal. Wait
to hear from me again.
(beat)
And for tonight, try not to decide
whether I'm the enemy.
BRIAN
Then?
SCHISM
Then you get everything. All of it.
On a drive. And you do what you do.
Schism gives him a parting glance, is about to leave.
SCHISM
I'll be in touch...
BRIAN
Wait! You expect me to just go along
with all this?
SCHISM
I expect you to doubt everything
except the part where people keep
disappearing around you.
BRIAN
If you're really trying to help me,
why not give me the documents now?
Schism looks back almost sympathetic.
SCHISM
Because if I hand you the whole thing
now, you die with it. If I make you
work for it, maybe you live long
enough to understand it.
Schism turns and exits the frame, heads toward the door.
SCHISM (O.S.)
(to the Agents)
He goes back to the Jeep with his
gear. Wipe everything. No trace. Got
it?
(to Brian)
We meet again when I say...
Schism casually exits the warehouse. The Agents return to Brian
at the chair.
Agent 1 places the black hood over his head again. Agent 2 shoots
a syringe full of substance into his neck.
BRIAN
(muffled)
What the...
They grab all his belongings, including the keychain.
THE FOOTAGE GOES BLACK.
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51 -
Check Your Proton Email
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - SAME
ZACK
Fuckin' A, Brian. I can't believe you
got all that on video! Finally, some
proof.
BRIAN
Dude, think about it... That doesn't
really prove anything!
ZACK
Doesn't prove anything?? It proves you
were abducted and held against your
will. Not to mention, all that shit
about weaponizing the technology into
satellites. What more do you need?
BRIAN
That was all talk, man. If there's one
thing I've learned, it's, "talk is
cheap." Which means I still need
evidence, and I still need Schism.
Brian takes a long swig of vodka, passes it to Zack who also
takes a pull from the bottle.
BRIAN
You know what else I need? Some
fucking sleep, man.
Brian gets up, Zack reluctantly follows him out of the office.
LIVING ROOM - CONTINUOUS - SECURITY FOOTAGE
ZACK
You sure you're alright, Bro?
Brian opens the front door for Zack.
BRIAN
I'll be fine.
ZACK
Well, just let me know when you hear
from Schism, I guess...
BRIAN
Zack, I can't keep dragging you into
harm's way.
ZACK
Fuck that! We're in this together!
You let me know... Got it?
Brian gives a doubtful nod.
INT. WATKINS BEDROOM - NIGHT
Brian looks wiped out, sits on the edge of the bed, on his
iPhone, dials a number, it RINGS several times.
He reaches STACY'S VOICEMAIL.
STACY (V.O.)
Hi, this is Stacy Watkins. Leave a
message at the tone.
BEEP.
BRIAN
Hey Babe, just checking on you and
Jayden. Wanted to make sure you guys
were alright... I won't worry you
with details on how I'm doing. Let's
just say, I'm trying to figure things
out... Will be in touch soon. Love
you guys...
Brian hangs up the phone and lies down in bed.
Moments later, his phone BUZZES... A TEXT MESSAGE FROM STACY.
TEXT: "WE'RE OK BRIAN. IT'S LATE. PLEASE GET SOME SLEEP. MAYBE
WE'LL TALK TOMORROW. WE LOVE YOU TOO!"
He sets the phone on the nightstand, collapses into the bed.
INT. WATKINS BEDROOM - MORNING
The early rays of sunlight flood the room. But, Brian is still
sleeping.
A DING comes from his cell on the nightstand... Another DING!
Brian slowly stirs, grabs the iPhone and SWIPES it.
TEXTS: "WE HAVE WORK TO DO. YOU READY?"
Brian slowly types into his phone.
TEXT: "I NEED PROOF THAT YOU'RE REALLY ON MY SIDE!"
His phone DINGS AGAIN.
TEXT: "CHECK YOUR PROTON EMAIL."
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52 -
Packing for the Shadows
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - LATER - WEBCAM / SECURITY FOOTAGE
Brian's in front of his computer, checking his encrypted email.
He opens a new message. Another link to a protected media server,
which Brian CLICKS on. He types in his keycodes.
VIDEO OF SCHISM SILHOUETTED: He uses A VOICE CHANGER to hide
his identity again.
SCHISM
I need you to listen very carefully,
Brian. They're onto us, just as I
suspected... And they want your footage.
So, I need you to gather up all your
media hard drives, interviews,
everything you have pertaining to
this project. Get a change of clothes
too. Pack it all up and get ready to
go. This is strictly a solo mission.
(beat)
I can't emphasize that enough. If I
see any signs that you brought someone
else or are being followed, I'll
call the meeting off, then and there.
Understood?
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - LATER - SECURITY FOOTAGE
Brian stuffs a large backpack with numerous hard drives, data
cards, file folders, a camcorder, laptop, change of shirt, pants,
sweatshirt, a baseball cap. Done.
He's about to exit, sees CHANGO, the voodoo doll on the desk.
Brian grabs him, studies it, stuffs the doll into the pack.
INT. BRIAN'S HOME OFFICE - LATER - SECURITY FOOTAGE
The backpack sits on his rolling executive chair.
INTERCUT: HIDDEN CAMERA FOOTAGE
Brian adjusts the SPYGLASSES CAM he's adorning. He looks down
into the HIDDEN WATCH and KEYCHAIN CAM in his hand.
Everything's a go.
SCHISM (V.O.)
For your own safety, I'd bring your
weapon too. Never know if you may need
it...
He checks the clip on the gun. Locks it back into place. Slips
the pistol in the backpack, sets it by the front door.
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53 -
The Package of Trust
INT. WATKINS LIVING ROOM - LATER - SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE
Brian paces the room.
SCHISM (V.O.)
Within the next hour, a private
courier will arrive at your doorstep
with a package.
A KNOCK at the door. Brian opens it.
INTERCUT: FRONT PORCH SECURITY CAM
A COURIER (20's), hands Brian a package which he signs for.
INT. WATKINS LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Brian tears it open, empties the contents onto a coffee table.
SCHISM (V.O.)
I'm providing you with what you'll
need to establish a new alias. After
I'm certain you and your footage are
secure, you'll meet my Associate who
will hand over all the classified
material available to me on this
project, so you can blow the lid off
it, once and for all.
SERIES OF SHOTS:
- A DRIVER'S LICENSE with Brian's photo from the warehouse.
- A PASSPORT, with another picture from the warehouse.
- A BANK CARD, BART PASS, and HOTEL ROOM KEY CARD.
- A BURNER PHONE with a POST-IT that reads: "TURN ON AND WAIT."
- Brian presses the ON BUTTON.
- As it BOOTS, he picks up a recent framed photo of himself
with Stacy and Jayden, lovingly examines it.
RETURN TO: VIDEO FOOTAGE OF SILHOUETTED SCHISM
SCHISM
After we get all this evidence to the
press and expose everything once and
for all, we'll finally be safe.
(beat)
It's the only way... and the only
shot we have to get you back with
your family, Brian. Until then, we're
in grave danger. So, proceed with
extreme caution. Now, let's go make
a difference.
The VIDEO ENDS.
BACK TO LIVING ROOM:
The burner phone DINGS with a message.
TEXTS: "STILL NEED PROOF I'M ON YOUR SIDE? GO LOOK OUT YOUR
FRONT WINDOW."
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54 -
Escape to Space 216
INT. / EXT. BRIAN'S LIVING ROOM - DAY
Brian grabs the camcorder, points it out between the blinds.
A black SUV parked with tinted windows across the street.
HE ZOOMS IN. But, can't see inside.
The burner phone DINGS TWICE.
TEXTS: "THOSE MEN HAVE ORDERS TO TAKE YOU AND YOUR FOOTAGE. OTHERS
ARRIVING SHORTLY WITH A SEARCH WARRANT."
Brian types back...
TEXT: "SO WHAT'S THE PLAN?"
The phone DINGS several times.
TEXT: "YOU NEED TO LOSE THEM. FOLLOW MY DIRECTIONS PRECISELY.
TAKE YOUR CAR. GO TO 600 PARROTT ST. PARKING GARAGE, SAN LEANDRO.
YOU HAVE UNTIL 1:45. EXACTLY."
Brian checks his watch: 12:15 pm. Not much time.
He stuffs the camcorder into his backpack. Zips it up, tosses
it over his shoulder, exits the front door.
EXT. BRIAN'S HOUSE - CONTINUOUS
Get's in his vehicle.
INT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - CONTINUOUS
He removes his cell, taps in the address from text, slides iPhone
into its holder, puts car into gear and pulls away.
The black SUV FOLLOWS.
INT. / EXT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - LATER - GOPRO FOOTAGE
Brian's on the freeway. Checks the mirror. Two cars back, the
black SUV continues behind him.
Another FEW DINGS from the burner.
TEXTS: "GO TO SPACE 216. PARK, DITCH PERSONAL CELL. FIND UBER IN
SPACE 520. IT LEAVES AT 1:45, WITH OR WITHOUT YOU. BETTER HURRY!"
He hits the gas.
INT. / EXT. BRIAN'S JEEP CHEROKEE - LATER
He's on San Leandro Blvd. The black SUV is still trailing.
GPS (V.O.)
Your destination is on the left.
Brian swings onto Parrott St. which leads directly to a multi-
level parking structure.
As he approaches the one way entrance, Brian swerves around a
vehicle ahead of him, who HONKS. The SUV is now one car behind.
His Jeep reaches the gate, hits a button, takes the ticket and
the mechanical arm lifts. He skids inside as it shuts behind him.
Brian heads up the ramp, around a corner and quickly finds space
216. Parks.
He rapidly unmounts the GoPros in front and rear, puts them in
his backpack, which he grabs along with both phones and scurries
away from the vehicle.
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55 -
The Garage Escape
INT. PARKING GARAGE - MOMENTS LATER - HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
As he approaches the stairwell, Brian tosses his iPhone under a
parked car.
He reaches the steps, notices the black sedan nearing the turn
at the far end, hurries up to the 5th floor.
Brian trots to space 520. A Toyota Prius, tinted windows and
Uber sticker on the back windshield. He jumps inside.
INT. UBER - CONTINUOUS
The UBER DRIVER, a young Asian kid, barely old enough to have a
license, sits behind the wheel.
UBER DRIVER
That was close. I was just about to
leave.
BRIAN
Okay... Let's go!
UBER DRIVER
I need your I.D.
Brian thinks for a moment, pulls out the alias ID and hands it
to the driver who studies it for a moment.
UBER DRIVER
Thank you Mr. Thompson.
The kid starts the Prius, pulls out of the space and proceeds
down the ramps.
As they turn a corner, Brian notices the Agents looking under
the car where he tossed his iPhone.
INT. PRIUS UBER - MOMENTS LATER
They exit the parking garage, proceed back onto San Leandro.
UBER DRIVER
By the way, I was told to give you
this.
The Driver hands Brian an envelope. He tears it open, pulls out
a typed note.
TYPED NOTE: "SHORT TRIP. GET OFF AT SAN LEANDRO BART STATION.
TAKE GREEN LINE TO EMBARCADERO."
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The Underground Chase
INT./EXT. PRIUS UBER / BART STATION - MINUTES LATER
The Prius rolls through a parking area, a massive elevated train
track platform next to them.
The driver pulls up to the front of the Station.
UBER DRIVER
This is where you get out. Go...
The Uber Driver points at the Station.
BRIAN
Alright... Thanks.
UBER DRIVER
No, thank you. For making a
difference.
He looks at the Driver quizzically.
EXT. BART STATION - MINUTES LATER
Brian scurries up the steps, enters the upper platform which is
swamped with people.
He removes the BART PASS, puts it into the turnstall and moves
forward onto the boarding dock, occupied by numerous passengers
waiting for their trains.
TWO MEN in sunglasses immediately catch Brian's attention as
the Green Line arrives. Wait... Are they looking at him?
He tenses up as he boards the train with the large group.
The two men also board.
INT. BART TRAIN - CONTINUOUS
Brian takes a seat. He seems uncomfortable. The two men are on
the same car, standing at the far end.
Shit. They are looking at him. Brian looks away, tries to avoid
eye contact.
Then, he spots an OLDER BALD GUY, with white facial hair, a few
seats away from him. He looks very familiar.
BRIAN
(to himself)
What the fuck? Dr. Soros?
He turns his view out the window, slumps down in his seat to
avoid being seen.
When he glances back again, he quickly realizes that the bald
guy is in fact, not Soros, despite the similarities.
Brian rubs his eyes. He's clearly mentally fried.
Suddenly, the train enters the Trans-Bay Tube, plunges him into
darkness.
INT. BART TRAIN - DAY - LATER - HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
The train reaches Embarcadero. Brian rises to exit with numerous
others, including the two men.
SEVERAL DINGS from his burner phone.
TEXTS: "WALK TO FERRY BUILDING. FIND YELLOW CAB #73 PARKED IN
FRONT. YOU HAVE EXACTLY 5 MIN."
EXT. EMBARCADERO BART STATION - CONTINUOUS
The two men in sunglasses seemingly follow Brian as he heads
for the escalator, rides it up to the street level.
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57 -
The Cab Chase
EXT. MARKET STREET - MINUTES LATER
The town is bustling. Brian checks his watch, starts toward the
Ferry Building.
As he looks over his shoulder, he spots the two men in sunglasses
getting off the escalator.
Brian spins around like he might confront them. But, as he
approaches, they pass right by in mid-conversation.
He looks back at them, puzzled.
EXT. EMBARCADERO PLAZA - MINUTES LATER
Brian jaunts past the plaza, approaches The Embarcadero. Steady
traffic. He checks his watch.
BRIAN
Shit!
Then, he spots a yellow cab, just leaving a parking spot, merging
into traffic. Number 73!
BRIAN
WAIT!!!
Brian dashes into the street with his hands up, brings the cab
to a SCREECHING halt, almost pulverizing him.
He hops inside.
INT. YELLOW CAB - CONTINUOUS
The CAB DRIVER (50's), is of Middle Eastern decent, wears a
turban.
CAB DRIVER
Idiot! I almost hit you!
BRIAN
I'm the guy you were waiting for.
CAB DRIVER
Okay... ID! ID!!
Brian takes out the alias ID, shows it to the guy.
CAB DRIVER
You lucky to be alive.
BRIAN
Thanks for reminding me...
INT. YELLOW CAB - LATER
The cab driver pulls into a modest motor lodge and parks.
CAB DRIVER
This your stop. Here, listen...
He hands Brian a pair of head-phones.
Brian puts them on, but also slides the HIDDEN KEYCHAIN CAM
under the ear-piece to RECORD AUDIO.
SUBTITLES WITH THIS DIALOGUE:
SCHISM (V.O.)
Congrats on making it this far. We're
almost to the finish line. I think
it's safe to say, you haven't been
followed.
(beat)
Now, take the hotel keycard I sent
you and proceed to room 210. It's
paid up for a week in advance. Lay
low. Do not leave unless there's an
emergency. Further instructions will
follow.
Brian doesn't look too happy. He tosses the headphones off.
BRIAN
What the hell is this? The Amazing
Race?
CAB DRIVER
You, go now... Go make a difference.
Brian pays the driver an odd look, exits the cab, approaches
the motor lodge.
INT. SAFE HOUSE HOTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Brian enters, locks and latches the door, drops the backpack
and crumbles onto the bed.
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The Password-Protected Promise
INT. SAFE HOUSE HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT - CAMCORDER FOOTAGE
Brian sits on the edge of the bed, looks a bit more composed,
addresses the CAMERA.
BRIAN
So, I got here a couple hours ago.
The luxurious Beck's Motor Lodge.
Nothin' fancy, that's for sure.
He PANS the room. POINTS the CAMERA OUTSIDE. Car headlights
steadily pass by on the busy street.
He places the camera back on it's cradle.
BRIAN
Just been reviewing footage. Waiting
for my marching orders. Guess I'll
check back in when I know more.
He reaches toward the camera. IT BLINKS OFF.
INT. SAFE HOUSE HOTEL ROOM - LATER
Brian sets a GOPRO on top of the high wardrobe.
Sets a SECOND GOPRO on an end table RECORDS from the other
direction.
LATER: GOPRO POV
Brian asleep on the bed, fully clothed. The GUN by his side.
INT. SAFE HOUSE HOTEL ROOM - MORNING - CAMCORDER FOOTAGE
BRIAN
Finally heard back from Schism.
Another password protected video...
He SWINGS THE CAMERA around to a video on the laptop.
HITS PLAY.
VIDEO OF SCHISM SILHOUETTED: using a VOICE CHANGER again.
SCHISM
This is a huge milestone, you reaching
the hotel. I wasn't sure we'd make
it this far. But, now that we have,
as long as you continue to trust me,
we might actually make it out of
this alive...
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The Empty Envelope
INT. TAXI - DAY - HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
The cab proceeds down Mission St. Brian in the back, wears a
dark hoodie sweatshirt draped over his head and SPY GLASSES.
SCHISM (V.O.)
I've received confirmation of your
meeting time and location. If you have
any reason to believe you're being
followed, abort mission immediately
and return to the safe house...
Brian glances out the back window for anyone tailing.
INT. TAXI - LATER
The cab stops. Across the street is a large Gothic Catholic Church.
Brian removes the GUN from his backpack, tucks it into his hoodie
pocket.
SCHISM (V.O.)
The location is Jessie Square,
adjacent to St. Patrick's Church.
Be there at precisely 1:00 pm...
EXT. ST. PATRICK'S CHURCH / MISSION ST. - CONTINUOUS
He exits the cab, looks up at the cathedral. Sundry pedestrians
move up and down the sidewalk.
Brian looks at his watch: 12:59. SCANS the perimeter for anyone
shadowing or watching. Nothing.
CHURCH DOORS OPEN. A sizable congregation flows out onto the
sidewalk, lots of them heading to or through JESSIE SQUARE.
The CHURCH BELL tolls ONE.
Brian puts on the backpack and crosses the street, weaves through
people as he passes the church and enters the square.
EXT. JESSIE SQUARE - CONTINUOUS - HIDDEN CAM FOOTAGE
It's a sweeping, concrete courtyard with grassy knolls and
scattered benches.
SCHISM (V.O.)
My Associate will be wearing a long
black trench coat and green tie.
He'll be holding a small FedEx
envelope.
Brian scrutinizes the area. It's busy with the after-church
crowd, families and tourists taking selfies.
Then... there he is. GREEN TIE GUY / THE ASSOCIATE, (mid-40's),
wearing the dark trench coat.
He stands there in the open, in full view of everyone, holding
the FedEx envelope.
SCHISM (V.O.)
Inside will be a thumb drive with
all the documents I promised. Once
the drop takes place, return to the
safe house and begin disseminating
the information to the media and
press...
Brian glances around the square again. The coast seems clear...
SCHISM (V.O.)
Today, we make a difference, Brian.
If all goes as planned, tomorrow we
make history.
As Brian's about to approach Green Tie Guy, he notices a
BALD-MAN, with white beard, (late-70's), crowd gazing, poised
on the steps near the side church doors.
He looks familiar. Is it... ?? Dr. Albert Soros??
BRIAN
(to himself)
What the fuck is Soros doing here?
Brian goes across the courtyard, but makes a sweeping arc toward
Green Tie Guy - also watches Soros, who hasn't noticed him yet.
A GROUP OF CHILDREN run past Brian, seem to swirl around him
LAUGHING and CHASING. He's briefly distracted. Looks back up.
Dr. Soros is gone. Brian visually scours the crowd, and finally
spots him walking away from the Church.
Only it's not Dr. Soros after all. Just somebody resembling him.
Brian looks frazzled. The Associate is now glaring directly at
him. They make eye contact. About twenty feet from one another.
He nods lightly at Brian. Time to make the drop. Brian approaches
cautiously.
He's only several steps away, when Brian notices Green Tie Guy
slowly reaching into his trench coat. What's he doing?
In what seems like SLOW MOTION, The Associate removes a 9mm
with silencer attached, aims it directly at Brian.
Brian goes for his own weapon, but he's not going to make it in
time. When suddenly...
BANG!!! THE GUNSHOT HEARD FROM THE OPENING SCENE.
Green Tie Guy staggers backwards, his white shirt COVERED in
BLOOD. He falls to the pavement.
Brian drops to the ground, gun in hand. The crowd scatters,
hysterical SCREAMS.
Brian swivels around to glance back behind him.
Standing there, Beretta in hand, is none other than Schism. He
quickly places the pistol back into his fine Italian Suit.
He looks directly at Brian with complacency, then hurries away.
Brian is confused as all fuck.
He crawls over to The Associate, through his pool of blood, is
almost on top of him.
Brian grabs the FedEx envelope from his clenched hand, violently
RIPS it open. Nothing inside. He double, triple checks. Nothing.
TOURIST
Oh my God, he's got a gun...
HE'S GOT A GUN!!
A MOTHER wrangles up that group of kids and whisks them away.
Some people are SHOOTING VIDEOS with phones.
BYSTANDER VIDEO: Brian rises to his feet, his hands and shirt
covered in blood and quickly flees the scene.
More SCREAMS as chaos ensues.
This is the FOOTAGE FROM THE OPENING.
EXT. YERBA BUENA GARDENS ESPLANADE - SECONDS LATER
Brian rushes along the sidewalk, through the park, tucks the
gun away into the backpack, throws it over his arm.
People move in all directions. Some unaware of what's happened.
He looks back. A MYSTERIOUS MAN (30-ish), military build with
sunglasses, is on foot behind him. Is he being followed?
BRIAN
Shit shit shit...
From this point on... the footage PICKS UP SPEED... FAST
FORWARDS... FASTER... FASTER... until Brian reaches:
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The Final Message
INT. SAFE HOUSE HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT
Brian locks the door. Latches the security bar. Crosses to the
window, looks out on the street, closes the drapes.
LATER - CAMCORDER FOOTAGE
Brian on the bed, RECORDS HIMSELF, continues his monologue.
BRIAN
So, that's what led up to where I am.
(beat)
I still have so many questions...
Did Schism set me up or save me?
What about the flash drive and the
empty envelope? Was the Associate
trying to kill me? Or protect me
from Schism?
(beat)
I'm not sure about any of it...
Brian shakes his head, fiddles with the gun.
BRIAN
One thing's for certain... The safe
house isn't safe anymore. Probably
not anywhere... So, I'm meeting a
private courier in about 30 minutes
to send you my footage and research.
(beat)
Hopefully, it reaches you safely and
you can reveal what I've discovered.
Prove my innocence... I appreciate
whatever you can do... and perhaps
helping me make a difference.
Brian leans forward to turn off the camera and pauses.
BRIAN
One last thing... Stacy and Jayden,
I hope you see this. I love you both
so much. I'll see you soon. I promise.
He forces a smile, TURNS OFF the CAMCORDER.
SUPER ON BLACK SCREEN:
"Brian's research was delivered to NAME REDACTED the very next
day. It was crucial in the making of this film.
Stacy and Jayden Watkins relocated to an undisclosed location.
Brian Watkins is currently wanted for the murder of an
unidentified man at the Jessie Square shooting.
Two weeks after the incident, Brian was listed as a missing
person in the State of California and across the U.S.
To this date, his whereabouts are still unknown.
Two months later, the filmmakers received an email from an
anonymous source with a link to two YouTube videos."
FROM A COMPUTER MONITOR - ANONYMOUS YOUTUBE PAGE
The curser presses play on the first video.
EXT. PARK - DAY
The camera ZOOMS IN from the distance. Sitting on a bench is
Stacey, watching Jayden in the park kicking his soccer ball.
The cursor moves to the second video and clicks PLAY.
INT. UNION STATION - WASHINGTON D.C. - DAY
MAIN HALL SURVEILLANCE FOOTAGE: Floods of people parade along
white marble tile, the grand and soaring arched ceiling above.
A man enters the frame, (late 30's), sunglasses, stubble beard,
hair like... Brian. But, slightly longer. Wait. Is it him...??
THE VIDEO PAUSES.
C.U. OF VIDEO STILL FRAME:
It's hard to tell for certain, but the man undeniably resembles
Brian Watkins.
WE SLOWLY PULL BACK...
FADE OUT.
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