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Dollhouse Season 1 Episode 4 “Gray Hour”
Written by Sarah Fain & Elizabeth Craft
Directed by Rob Hardy
Original Airdate: 03/06/09
[All the little imprint pictures bring us into the previously-ons]
[Open on a house waaaaaaay out in nowhere land. It’s up in the mountains and all is white and covered in snow. We begin slowly circling around the ginormous house. A woman is moaning.]
[Cut inside to a woman lying on a bed, pressing back into a pillow.
Woman: Oh, God.
[As she groans really loud, she makes a face and we pull back to see that she is giving birth. Echo is the midwife. She’s between the woman’s legs, coaching her to breath. The husband is walking around, goes to the mother’s side. A monitor beeps showing a heart rate of 120 that starts to become unstable. Midwife Echo looks at it concernedly before regaining a serene look.]
Husband: What is that? Why is it beeping?
[Midwife Echo hits a button and the machine stops beeping]
Midwife Echo: So, who kissed who first?
Husband: I don’t know, but… she did. She kissed me.
Wife: He lunged at me in the middle of a frat party.
Midwife Echo (laughs): Oh!
Husband: Well, yeay, it was because you, you know, you did the little “kiss me” face.
Midwife Echo: Oh.
Wife: He had one of those sad little peach-fuzz goatee… (MOANING)
Midwife Echo: Now, I’m about to say something that might scare you a little, okay?
Wife: Okay. Little Lucy has linebacker shoulders.
Husband: So, she’s going to be a lesbian?
Midwife Echo: Big baby, narrow birth canal. That’s causing her some distress.
[Wife groans]
Midwife Echo: So, you and I have some work to do, okay? (to husband) And you have to get ready to hold your baby girl, ‘cause your wife’s gonna be a little wiped out. Ready? Okay. Now… push.
[Groaning. Midwife Echo speaks over it]
Midwife Echo: Here’s a promise: all this scary, painful stuff—you won’t even remember.
Wife: I want to forget. I want to forget.
Midwife Echo: Here comes your daughter.
[Baby crying and Midwife Echo’s holding her, but… all of a sudden the image is replaced by Echo’s eyes opening and images flash by as we go forward, seeing what came after this moment and then seeing what led us to this moment, all interspersed with a few shots of Echo’s eyes.]
[And we’re in the imprint chair and Echo is rising up. Topher Brink is next to her.]
Topher Brink: Hello, Echo. How are you feeling?
Echo: Did I fall asleep?
Topher: For a little while.
Echo: Shall I go now?
Topher: If you like.
[Echo gets up and walks out. We stay on Topher for a second. His expression is hard to read.]
[Cut to Sierra carrying her lunch, looking around the dining area for a place to sit. Echo spots her and smiles.]
Echo: Good day.
[Sierra smiles back at her and walks to her table, sitting down.]
Sierra: I wasn’t certain where to sit.
Echo: I swam thirty laps today.
Sierra: Good for you.
Echo: I’m tired now.
Sierra: It’s important to exercise. I try to be my best.
Echo: Are you?
Sierra: Excuse me?
Echo: Are you your best?
Sierra: I’m… not sure how to know that.
Echo: I think if you always try, that’s best. Right?
[The camera spins to reveal that Victor is sitting next to them]
Victor: Every day is a chance to be better.
[Pull back to an overview of the dining area, the vantage point from Topher’s office]
Boyd Langton: They’re eating lunch.
Topher: They’re eating lunch together, man friend. Same three. Even the same table. They’re grouping.
Boyd: Are you saying they remember each other?
Topher: No, no, no, no. No. The wipes are clean. This goes deeper than memory into instinctual survival patterns. Flocking. Whole mess of sparrows turning on a dime. Uh, salmon trucking upstream. This isn’t a book club, man friend. This is the herd.
Boyd: They’re not bison, Topher.
Topher: They’re a little bit bison.
Boyd: Well, they didn’t used to be.
Topher: They volunteered for this.
Boyd: So we’re told.
[Cut to Adelle Dewitt’s office. A man, Atalo Diakos, is sitting with her. He speaks with an accent of some kind.]
Adelle DeWitt: The problem is not insurmountable.
Atalo Diakos: What problem?
Adelle: Upon review, your engagement was flagged as having certain special requirements.
Diakos: Before, you tell me no one gets to know what I’m asking for.
Adelle: That’s correct. However, our computers do calculate possible risks to our Actives.
Diakos: But you… you don’t know.
Adelle: No one knows the details of your engagements but you.
[A phone rings]
Adelle: Excuse me. I’m very sorry.
[She gets up and answers the phone]
Adelle: DeWitt. Yes, sir, of course I understand your concern. Our main goal now is to conclude this matter as quickly as possible.
[Cut to the file of Victor’s “Anton Lubov” imprint file. There is a barcode that holds his imprint along with pictures of Paul Ballard.]
Adelle: Yes, the less time we give him to spin his own theories, the better, I think. Well, he needs closure. And we are the experts at giving people what they need, aren’t we? Yes, sir, I’ll keep you in… formed. Goodbye.
[She clicks off the phone and turns back to the client]
Adelle: I didn’t offer you a drink. Tea or something stronger?
Diakos: These computers, they say I have to pay more, I pay more.
Adelle: You’re very understanding, Mr. Diakos. This way, please. Judith will handle the details.
[She opens the door to let him out. He stops before exiting.]
Diakos: It is not for me, you know. This night… is a gift.
Adelle: You’re a very generous man.
[She closes the door]
[Cut to a pair of stiletto boots. They belong to Echo/Taffy, who is adjusting her risqué leather outfit in front of a mirror. She sticks what appears to be a lipstick into the top of one of her thigh-high boots. She checks her watch and smiles at the mirror before heading off.]
Echo/Taffy: Blue skies.
[Cut to Echo/Taffy eating a cherry from her drink. She is sitting on a large desk in a hotel lounge. Her legs are draped next to a man, Vitas, sitting on the couch under her. She is giggling as she sits down and straddles his lap. They proceed to make-out and stuff. Two men, Walton and Cyril, are sitting across from them.]
Walton: If I had an uncle who’d get me her for my bachelor party, I’d get married, too.
Cyril: She’s very… comfortable with herself, isn’t she?
Walton: Yeah. Uh-huh.
[Cut to the bartender informing a security guy, Gerry, of the over-affectionate couple]
Vitas: Taffy, baby, I’m going to have fun with you tonight.
Echo/Taffy: Anything you want.
[He chuckles]
Echo/Taffy: It’s all blue skies.
[Echo/Taffy falls onto the couch next to him, legs in his lap. Gerry the security guy heads over to them.]
Echo/Taffy: (giggles) Yeah!
Gerry: Gentlemen. Ma’am.
Echo/Taffy: Sir.
Gerry: Perhaps you’d like to take the party up to your suite?
Echo/Taffy: Awww!
Gerry: I’d be happy to send up a complementary bottle of champagne.
Echo/Taffy: Oooh!
Vitas: Make it two bottles and you got a deal.
Gerry: Two bottles it is, sir.
[Echo/Taffy squeals in excitement]
Vitas: Let’s go.
[Vitas gets up and walks up and over the table behind them. Echo/Taffy starts to go up behind him as the other two men get up.]
Echo/Taffy: Wait for me!
[She steps onto the table and trips a little]
Echo/Taffy: Oh. Oh!
[Vitas picks her up and carries her off]
Echo/Taffy: Whoo!
[Cut to a disheveled Echo/Taffy running through the hall outside hotel rooms. She bangs on doors.]
Echo/Taffy: Help! Someone help me!
[Vitas, shirt unbuttoned and champagne bottle in hand, is following her]
Echo/Taffy: Please! I need help!
Vitas: Taffy, come on! We’re just having a good time!
Echo/Taffy: Somebody please!
[Walton appears behind Vitas]
Walton: Where is she?
[They are laughing and we see a close-up of Echo/Taffy. Her lip is bleeding.]
Walton: Grab her, man!
[She runs to Gerry the guard, who appears near the elevators]
Echo/Taffy: Please! Help me! They… they hurt me. Please!
Walton: Ah, crap.
[Vitas and the Walton back off and head back down the hall]
Gerry: It’s okay. You’re safe now.
[Cut to a kitchen through which Gerry is bringing Echo/Taffy]
Echo/Taffy: Where are we going? I shouldn’t be here.
Gerry: Don’t worry. Those idiots didn’t follow us. Even if they did… nobody’s getting through here.
[He arrives at a door. He enters a code into a keypad and the door buzzes open. They go into his office.]
Gerry: See. Everything’s fine. Why don’t you sit down.
Echo/Taffy: That was not okay. I mean, I know who I am, and, and what I do, but I didn’t sign up for that. And I really have to go. Is there a backdoor? I have somewhere to be.
[Gerry goes to a drawer and pulls out a stack of cash]
Echo/Taffy: What are you doing?
Gerry: I understand you’ve had a difficult evening, ma’am.
Echo/Taffy: Yeah?
Gerry: But we deeply regret any… indignities you may have suffered.
[He slaps the money onto the desk]
Gerry: But it’s hotel policy, in these instances, to offer a one-time payment, uh, compensate you for…
Echo/Gerry: You want me to let those freaks off the hook? Fine, they’re off the hook. I just want to go.
Gerry: You feel that way now. But tomorrow or the next day you may change your mind. We feel it’s in your best interest…
Echo/Taffy: I’m leaving.
Gerry: Ma’am, that’s $10,000.
[Echo/Taffy turns back from the door, looks interested]
Gerry: Now all you have to do is sign this piece of paper stating you will not pursue legal action against the hotel or the guests in question… and you walk away.
[Echo/Taffy walks to the money, putting her purse down a little on top of it]
Echo/Taffy: With… that.
Gerry: $10,000.
Echo/Taffy: I just take your $10,000 and disappear?
Gerry: (chuckles) Yeah. You could be free. You can go anywhere.
Echo/Taffy: No, thanks.
[She grabs her bag, the money falling to the ground, and goes to the door]
Gerry: (sighs) I just want you to think about it.
[Gerry bends to pick the money up. Echo/Taffy knees him in the face and puts him down. He falls against the filing cabinets behind him. Echo/Taffy reaches into her purse and grabs a headset thingy, sticking it on her ear. She clicks a button.]
Echo/Taffy: I’m in.
[Cut to the bowels of the hotel, laundry carts all around. Vitas, Cyril, and Walton round the corner.]
Vitas: We’re in position.
Echo/Taffy: Door code’s 489-374-83.
[She walks to the unconscious guard]
Echo/Taffy: Blue skies.
[Opening titles]
[Open on Echo/Taffy taking her shirt off to change. She is wearing a bra. Walton is staring at her as he moves a filing cabinet.]
Echo/Taffy: They’re called breasts. And yes, they are exceptional.
[She grabs a black shirt to put on]
Echo/Taffy: You can mention that when you blog about this later.
Walton: I wasn’t gonna blog about it.
Vitas: So, boss, what do we really call you?
Echo/Taffy: You really call me Taffy. And the client’s the boss.
[Vitas is putting explosives together and Walton is checking something on his computer.]
Echo/Taffy: He put together this marry band of thieves. In his infinite wisdom, he decided that… well, guess I am the boss of you.
Walton (re: Gerry): Well, not taking him out’s your first mistake.
[Echo/Taffy gives Gerry a shot of something and then slams Walton against the filing cabinet and sticks an arm against his throat]
Echo/Taffy: I figured out on my first job when a little creative thinking on my part almost got me not paid: never second-guess a client. And wear comfy shoes. Our client’s paying premium for no-kill. He gets no-kill. Okeydoke?
Cyril: I-I-I think you’re hurting him.
Echo/Taffy: You’re very astute, Professor. (to Walton) It’s a good thing this is a no-kill job.
[She lets him go and he gasps for air]
Echo/Taffy: You could have been in trouble there.
[Vitas is placing the explosives on the wall behind the filing cabinet]
Cyril: Uh, yeah, right. Shouldn’t we go far away now?
[Echo/Taffy is fixing her make-up]
Echo/Taffy: Here’s how this is going to go. In sixty-four seconds, the high-security building on the other side of that wall is going to be shutting down their motion sensors, infrared sensors, security cameras. We will be in a Gray Hour. In the one hour it takes them to revolutionize their security system and make it impenetrable, we penetrate.
Cyril: Uh, excuse me. If their system is down, they must know someone is going to try and break in.
Echo/Taffy: That’s six seconds we can’t get back. Inside security: five guards, each with GPS tracking devices implanted in their badges. The guards will be focused on perimeter threats. They’re not allowed to go on the vault floor during Gray Hour for security reasons. (to Walton with his computer) You have ‘em yet?
Walton: Not until we’re inside. The—the sensors don’t pick up anything…
Echo/Taffy: Fifteen seconds. You ready to go boom?
Vitas: Ready.
[Vitas has the detonator in hand. Everyone takes cover.]
Walton: We gotta sync our watches…
Echo/Taffy: Uh, sweetie. You’re on Taffy Standard Time now. And three, two, one. Go.
[We see the opposite side of the wall blowing in. There’s coughing as they examine the whole they have created. Vitas laughs and Echo/Taffy grabs her bag.]
Cyril: A hundred people must have heard this.
[They enter the newly opened tunnel]
Vitas: Upstairs, they’re just thinking a truck rumbled by. I am the best, my man!
Echo/Taffy: Bladdy blah. We’re all the best, braggy.
[They enter the other building. A large vault door is there]
Echo/Taffy: So pretty.
[Echo/Taffy goes to the vault, feeling it, listening, as she begins to turn the lock]
Vitas (to Walton): Hey, if she’s the best, funny I’ve never heard of her.
Echo/Taffy: You’ve heard of Bonnie and Clyde, right?
Vitas: Are you Bonnie?
Echo/Taffy: No. I’m not that stupid. Bonnie and her gun-crazy beau—you know what they wanted? It wasn’t to be the best. Best-ness means a quiet, head-down kind of life. No, Bonnie and Clydie—they wanted fame. Notoriety. And boy, did they get it. They also got dead. I’ll pass on that. When this is over, feel free to forget I exist. Now, just keep it down while this little darling and I get to know each other better.
[Computer beeps and we see stuff on it]
Walton: Uh, coming online. (clears throat) Two secs. I’ll see the guards.
[Cyril steps forward and looks in awe]
Walton: What?
Cyril: Wow.
[Echo/Taffy has opened the vault]
Cyril: She’s in.
Vitas: Damn!
[Vitas heads in after Echo/Taffy]
Walton: Damn.
Echo/Taffy: Tick-tock, boys.
[Cyril and Walton follow. Cyril starts looking around.]
Cyril: Oh. Hey, this is… Oh. Oh, my God. There are rumors of secret vaults used by top museums to store the world’s most controversial works, but…
[Vitas points to a painting]
Vitas: Yeah, Piccolo Boy here is shocking.
Cyril: Oh. Yeah, Piccolo Boy, as you call him, was recently stolen from a private collector in Paris. (laughs) Valued at $17 million.
Echo/Taffy: Whatevs.
[Echo/Taffy goes to another part of the vault]
Walton: So, we’re stealing stolen art?
Cyril: Well, some of these works are merely of questionable provenance. Yeah, high-quality counterfeits. Antiquities which are my particular forte…
Echo/Taffy: Hey. Old stuff expert? Old stuff’s in here.
[Cyril goes to Echo/Taffy]
Cyril: Thank you, gods… and goddesses.
[Cyril runs forward, laughing delightedly]
Echo/Taffy: Gray Hour’s now Gray 45 minutes.
[Echo/Taffy pulls a drawing out of her bag. Cyril takes it.]
Echo/Taffy: This is what we’re here for. Find it, tell me if it’s the real thing so we can pack it up and get the hell outta here.
Cyril: I thought it might be this. Why else would I have been chosen?
Vitas: Chosen for what? What are we taking out of here? Huh?
Cyril: The Parthenon.
Vitas: Isn’t that kind of big?
[Establishing of Paul’s apartment]
[Paul opens his door and walks in. He’s holding a file and a little, white paper bag.. He puts his keys on a shelf, the file on the table and grabs the remote. He flips on the TV. He carefully takes a seat on the couch, holding his side where he got shot.]
Announcer on TV: Ooooookay shoppers. You know what that sound is. It’s our Bonus Buy sound.
[Close-up on the little white bag. We see that it’s a prescription.]
Announcer on TV: Today only at the worldwide…
[The announcer fades out as Paul opens the bag, grabbing his pain pills from it. And the announcer magically returns.]
Announcer: Retail, it’s $699.99.
[Paul begins to open the bottle but stops. The look on his face is kind of icy. The announcer drolls on.]
Announcer: In less than a minute, we have it here today at $199.99.
[Paul puts the medicine down on the table. He reaches to his side and pulls his gun up and stands in one swift motion. He points it into a corner we can’t see.]
Anton Lubov/Victor: Don’t do… Don’t shoot me.
Paul: How’d you get in here?
[Lubov/Victor emerges from the shadows holding a lock]
Lubov/Victor: Your—Your locks are for crap.
[Paul is holding his side]
Paul: Get out.
Lubov/Victor: You got to help me. Put me in Witness Protection. Uh, get me out of town.
[Gun chamber clicks]
Lubov/Victor: Just listen to me!
Paul: The last time I listened to you, I got a hole through the gut.
Lubov/Victor: I-I didn’t set you up!
Paul: You sent me to an ambush.
Lubov/Victor: They were going to kill me!
Paul: Who is she?
[He walks toward Lubov/Victor, shoving a picture of Caroline in his face, the gun in his chest]
Lubov/Victor: A-A pretty girl.
Paul: She is a pretty girl. Pretty and lost. You know lots of girls like that.
Lubov/Victor: Not her.
Paul: Is she the reason they want me dead? Her name’s Caroline. Bells ringing?!
Lubov/Victor: No! I-I gave you a tip! Somebody gives it to me, I give it to you. That’s how it works.
Paul: Who gave you the tip?
Lubov/Victor: Boom, you get shot, my old, nice life, over. I can’t call my friends, I can’t call home. I don’t have any money.
[Paul slams him against the wall]
Paul: Who gave you the tip?! Was it her?!
Lubov/Victor: A voice on the phone. A-A man. Not old, not young. Uh, accent. Sounded Georgian maybe. Russian Georgia, not Sweet Home Georgia.
[Lubov/Victor pants nervously and Paul backs off him, removing the gun from his chest]
Paul: Alabama.
Lubov/Victor: Wh—What do I know? It’s confusing, this country.
[Gun clicks as Paul sticks it back in his jeans… that wasn’t meant to sound dirty…]
Lubov/Victor: The Borodins used me to get to you. That means they know I talk to you. The FBI! I am a dead man already if you don’t help me.
Paul: If I help you… I never hear from you again. Never. As in ever.
Lubov/Victor: Never ever.
Paul: Stay here. I’ll see what I can do.
[Lubov/Victor sniffles and examines the curtains]
[Cut to the vault, where Cyril and Vitas are looking at an artifact]
Cyril: And this is one of the missing Elgin Marbles. (laughs)
Vitas: Yeah?
Cyril: Okay, but we’re looking for a frieze fragment, not a metope panel.
Echo/Taffy: Over their heads, Professor.
Cyril: (sighs) The Elgin Marbles are, uh, large sections of the Parthenon’s marble friezes and statuary, stolen in the late 19th century.
Walton: So we are stealing stolen art, basically.
Cyril: Not technically. You see, the Turks, who controlled Athens at the time—they granted Thomas Bruce, the Seventh Earl of Elgin, permission to remove the marbles, so, uh…
Vitas: So, Greece hired us to take this one back.
Echo/Taffy: Client info is confidential.
Walton: Explains why we got hired through middlemen.
Vitas: And the no-kill order. Things go bad, they don’t want some kind of international incident.
Echo/Taffy: When a client doesn’t say upfront who they are, finding out’s usually not healthy. How ‘bout we stop speculating?
Walton: All right. The guards are rotating down to the lower floors.
Echo/Taffy: They’re not coming down here. At least not for the next 34 minutes.
Walton: Better be right.
Echo/Taffy: I am.
[Walton walks away]
Vitas: It’s nothing personal—his thing with you. If I were in charge, he’d be an ass with me, too, so… Want to grab a drink after this?
Echo/Taffy: Ask me when we get out of here.
Vitas: Will do.
Walton (at Cyril): Hey! Where are you going with that?
[Cyril is trying to get away with a large something wrapped in a black cloth]
Cyril: Uh…
[He turns to go. Walton approaches him.]
Walton: Hey!
[Cyril hits the button that closes the vault door. He quickly pulls a sword out of a statue and impales Walton with it]
Echo/Taffy: No, don’t! Don’t let that close!
[Cyril slips out of the closing door]
Vitas: Stop the door!
[The door shuts behind him]
Vitas: Bastard!
[Walton is making noises in the corner. Echo/Taffy and Vitas run to him.]
Echo/Taffy: Hey, are you okay?
[They help him up]
Walton: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Peachy.
Vitas: Over here.
Echo/Taffy: You’re gonna be fine.
[Walton groans as they move him]
Echo/Taffy: I can get us out of here.
Walton: The alarm comes back up in… In-In what?
Echo/Taffy: 31 minutes.
[Vitas groans]
Echo/Taffy: Not gonna be a problem. Just got to make a quick call.
[She reaches into her purse and grabs her phone]
[Cut outside to Boyd Langton’s van. His phone is ringing. He picks it up.]
Boyd Langton: What’s up?
[Cut to Echo/Taffy]
Echo/Taffy: It’s me.
Vitas: How in the hell are you getting reception down here?
Echo/Taffy: I got a double-crosser coming your way. Probably the southwest corner of the building. He has what we came for.
[Cut to Boyd]
Echo/Taffy: Black bag. You’re gonna have to complete this job for me. I need a happy client.
Boyd: I’m on it.
[Cut to Echo/Taffy]
Boyd: Everything all right in there?
Echo/Taffy: We’re locked in. My tech guy’s gonna need medical, but I’m fine, and I can get us out, which is irrelevant if the job’s a wash.
[Boyd]
Boyd: I’ll finish the job. Just get out of there.
[Echo/Taffy]
Echo/Taffy: Thanks. See you in a few.
[There’s a high-pitched squealing that sounds like a radio frequency or something. Echo/Taffy gets a funny look on her face.]
[Cut to Boyd staring oddly at the phone]
[Cut back to Echo/Taffy. She slowly lowers the phone from her ear. It falls. She stares blankly. The others look at her.]
Echo: Did I… fall asleep?
[Go to black]
[Open on a computer screen. There’s typing.]
Topher: Neuromodulator is your friend. And I don’t mean friend from kindergarten you see twice a year. Neuromod is your BFF. Brain mapping requires…
[Cut to Ivy, his assistant, reading a list on the fridge]
Ivy: Pizza squares, ice cream bites, beef jerky? Okay, you may be the boy-god of all things neuro, and I do worship at the altar of your genius, but I am not getting you all this stuff.
Topher: Ivy, babe. Add juice boxes.
Ivy: You’re privilege-abusing.
Topher: Do you want to know how to avoid spandrels when aligning rigid designators?
Ivy: Grape or apple?
[She pulls a pen out of her pocket]
Topher: Humility is part of the learning process.
[A computer screen beeps and changes nest to him]
Topher: I break you down, then I build you back.
[Ivy takes note of the screen. She points at it.]
Ivy: Topher.
[Topher looks]
Topher: Uh-oh.
[Cut to Echo in the fetal position on the floor]
Echo: Shall I go now?
Walton: What’s wrong with her?
Vitas: Hysterical Woman Syndrome?
Walton: Five minutes ago, you were kissing her ass.
Vitas: Five minutes ago, we were on Taffy Standard Time.,
[He has her phone, looking through it]
Vitas: It’s a private number. It’s not letting me dial out.
Echo (whispers): Shall I go now?
Walton: Yeah. Let’s go! Get us the hell out of here!
[Vitas throws the phone on the floor. We see it is blinking.]
[Cut to Topher calling someone]
[Echo]
Walton: Do we know how long?
[Vitas takes his jacket off and throws it down]
Vitas: Not long enough. I’ve dated my share of crazies. I know how to deal with this.
[He squats down in front of her]
Vitas: Taffy?
[She starts]
Vitas: Hey. I’m not saying this isn’t cute. It’s adorable.
Echo: Shall I go now?
Vitas: But the sooner you open that door, the sooner we can go get that drink. So, let’s do it.
[Echo is physically terrified]
Echo (whispering): Shall I go now?
[Vitas slaps her across the face. She gasps and falls over. She comes back up holding her chin.]
Echo: Now?
[Cut to Cyril running. He reaches the stairs up to the street. He pauses for a second to rest.]
Cyril: Ah, boy.
[Boyd appears at the top of the stairs]
Boyd: Give me the bag.
Cyril: Who are you?
[Boyd points at the bag]
Boyd: The bag.
Cyril: I can’t do that.
[Boyd slowly makes his way down the stairs]
Boyd: Give… me… the bag.
Cyril: I’ve got a buyer who… He pays me twice as much as whoever, so…
[Boyd pulls his gun]
Cyril: Okay. Okay. You an me—we go in together. ‘Kay, 50-50.
[Gun chamber clicks]
Cyril: I’m gonna drop this.
Boyd: I’ll shoot you.
Cyril: This is the Parthenon. This is a piece of the Parth… Do you know how much that’s worth? That’s millions. That’s… I’m gonna turn it into dust, I swear to God.
Boyd: You drop it, I shoot you. Then you don’t get paid or breathe.
Cyril: Yeah. Okay.
[He half-hands the bag over to Boyd. He lets go too soon, making Boyd catch more of the weight than he had expected. He quickly recovers, placing the bag down as Cyril makes a mad dash up the stairs. Boyd turns around and shoots him in the leg. Cyril screams. Boyd tucks the gun back in its holster and picks up the bag. He makes his way back up the stairs. Cyril begins to cry.]
Cyril: You shot me!
Boyd: Barely.
[He heads up the stairs]
[Cut to Adelle’s office]
Topher: I don’t know where Boyd is. Handler-Man is MIA, and Echo’s vitals are…
[He shows her a chart]
Topher: Th-This is the chart? They’re off it.
Laurence Dominic: Boyd checked in with Central eight minutes ago. Apparently, a member of Echo’s crew absconded with the target item and locked the rest of the team in the vault. Explains the change in vitals.
Topher: This is a special skills felony engagement. I wove more than one thread of unflappable into that tapestry.
[He puts the chart down on the desk]
Topher: Okay? Echo could have an exploded belly bomb, and her heart rate shouldn’t go past 65 beats a minute.
Dominic: Maybe you made a mistake in the programming.
[Topher makes a face; Dominic goes to stand in front of a screen.]
Adelle: Something’s wrong. I’ll initiate contact.
Topher: Uh… yeah. Echo’s not picking up her cell.
Adelle: You reached out to an Active during an engagement without my say-so?
Topher: It’s the adrenaline. It makes me forget my protocols and “q”s.
Dominic: Echo was talking to Boyd when her vitals spiked.
[Dominic plays the audio from the phone call back]
Echo/Taffy (playback): Which is irrelevant if the job’s a wash.
Boyd (playback): I’ll finish the job. Just get out of there.
Echo/Taffy (playback): Thanks. See you in a few.
[The high-pitched frequency sound in playback]
Dominic: What was that?
[Topher looks concerned]
Adelle: Play it again.
Boyd (playback): I’ll finish the job. Just get out of there.
Echo/Taffy (playback): Thanks. See you in a few.
[The high-pitched frequency sound in playback]
Topher: That’s not… Uh-uh. That didn’t happen. How do I know that didn’t happen? Because that can’t happen.
Adelle: Topher, what can’t happen?
Dominic: This goes nowhere good.
Topher: I’m pretty sure… I’m kind of positive, actually, that something happened. The exact same thing happened, except without the chair.
Adelle: You’ve stated that remote wipes aren’t possible.
Topher: I’ve said they’re untested. I’ve said they’re a very bad, bad idea. I’ve said I can’t do them.
Adelle: How do we undo it?
Topher: We… don’t? Somebody out there figured out our frequency, hacked into our call, and that’s not even the hard part. I mean, we’re talking about someone… I could not have seen this coming. This is not my fault.
Adelle: All right.
[Adelle takes a seat]
Adelle: We’ll parcel out the blame later. What matters now is the reputation of this company. We have an engagement to complete.
Dominic: I’ll confirm that Boyd retrieved the target item.
[Dominic walks to the phone]
Adelle (to Topher): About Echo, how bad is it?
Topher: Being wiped is not unlike being born. It’s traumatic. I mean, in here, we minimize the trauma with throw pillows and perfectly crunchy lettuce. There’s no conflict. But out there it’s all… fluorescent lights and forceps. Right now, Echo is experiencing extreme sensory overload. And that could lead to a coma state. Or it could turn her into Carrie at the prom. Either way… we have to help her. She can’t help herself.
[Cut to the vault. Vitas leans into frame.]
Vitas: Okay… now you say it.
Echo: I’m Taffy.
Vitas: And…
Echo: I know how to get us out of here.
Vitas: Yeah, good. What else?
Echo: I try to be my best.
Vitas: You are the best. You remember? Bonnie and Clyde?
Echo: Are they here, too?
Vitas: Okay, all right, let’s rewind a few minutes. You were talking on this.
[He holds up the phone]
Echo: I was talking on this.
Vitas: You were talking and you said that you could open the door.
Echo: I know how to open the door.
Vitas: Yes, good. So, open it.
Echo (whispering): I try to be my best?
[Go to Walton, whose covering his bloody wound with his hands. He’s not doing so hot.]
Walton: Yeah… Taffy’s gone, man. She’s not coming back.
[Cut to the imprint room. Sierra, wearing the same outfit as Echo, rises up in the imprint chair. Adelle walks to her.]
Adelle: Hello, Taffy. I’m Adelle DeWitt. I need your help.
Sierra/Taffy: Blue skies.
[Go to black]
[Open on Echo staring at Van Gogh’s sunflowers]
Walton (?): Lots of people would die to see this stuff. Now it looks like we’re going to.
[Echo goes to a Picasso of a woman, all abstract at what not]
Echo: This one’s broken.
Walton: Yeah, look who’s talking.
[Echo stares at the abstract face and then touches her own]
Walton: On the inside.
[She moves her hand to her chest]
Walton: So, you like… art?
Echo (re:Picasso): It doesn’t look right.
Walton: It’s not about looking right. Art’s about feeling right and you… have no idea what I’m talking about.
Echo: She makes me feel… funny.
Walton: Well, that’s ‘cause these other guys… they painted what they saw. But this guy, he painted what is. That’s what art’s for: to show us who we are. And this one—it’s saying how we start off whole, then somewhere along the line, the pieces start to slide. We get broken.
Echo: That’s sad.
Vitas: No, it’s weak.
[Vitas walks in and grabs some tools out of his bag]
Vitas: You can either get broken or you can be the one doing the breaking. No mystery which way you went.
[Cut to Adelle’s office]
Sierra/Taffy: Ten months of research. Blueprints, security systems, police response time. The Parthenon job was supposed to be mine.
Adelle: And now it is.
Sierra/Taffy: You were running two ponies all along.
Adelle: It was the client’s decision.
Sierra/Taffy: Hey, I figured out on my first job, when a little creative thinking on my part almost got me not paid: never second-guess a client. And wear comfy shoes. But I learned how to lap-dance.
Dominic: We’ll pay double your usual fee to extract the team.
Sierra/Taffy: Getting sidelined by some girl at the last minute—my feelings are hurt.
Adelle: I assure you that Echo is not “some girl.” You and she are cut from the same cloth.
Sierra/Taffy: I’ve never gotten amnesia during a gig, but whatevs.
Adelle: Three of your peers are locked in that vault with nothing between them and a SWAT team but you. There is no balm for a bruised ego like saving the day.
Sierra/Taffy: I’ll need to see the cash.
Adelle: We’re a bit pressed for time.
[Sierra/Taffy’s smile fades]
Adelle: Of course.
[Adelle looks to Dominic who makes a hasty exit]
[Cut to Topher in his lab]
Topher: This remote wipe, it’s not about just creating five seconds of noise.
[Ivy is stocking the fridge with the new groceries]
Topher: He had to break into our system, which is impossible. He had to get Echo’s cell number. He, uh…
Ivy: Or she.
Topher: Or they. It has to be a “they.” I mean look at this build.
[He indicated his computer with some kind of thingy on the screen]
Topher: It’s not even science. It’s art! You saw the firewalls.
Ivy: There are many.
Topher: (whimpers) I defy another programmer to put that much neurotrophic factor around each and every personality component. This isn’t a lone gunman. This is a conspiracy. A gigantic, multi-pronged, conspiracy.
Ivy: You need to take something.
[Topher gets on the phone]
[Cut to Boyd answering his phone, injured Cyril with him in the van]
Boyd: What is it, Topher?
[Topher]
Topher: When you took Echo out tonight, did she seem normal?
[Boyd]
Boyd: Yeah, why?
[Topher]
Topher: You don’t know.
[Boyd]
Boyd: What’s going on?
[Topher]
Topher: Echo’s been wiped.
[Boyd]
Topher: Remotely.
Boyd: What?
[Topher]
Topher: It’s not my fault.
[Cut to Adelle’s office. Blueprints are on the table. The phone rings as Dominic walks into the room with a briefcase. Adelle goes to the phone.]
Adelle: Mr. Langton?
Boyd (over phone): I talked to Topher.
Adelle: If there were anything you could do, I’d already have you doing it.
[Boyd, outside the van]
Boyd: I didn’t think remote wipes were even possible.
Adelle: Neither did we.
[Adelle]
Adelle: You retrieved the target item?
[Dominic opens the briefcase to Sierra/Taffy]
Boyd: Yeah, I got it. So how are you planning on getting her out of there?
Adelle: We’re working the problem.
[Boyd]
Boyd: What does that mean?
[Adelle]
Adelle: It means I’m hopeful of a happy outcome.
[Boyd]
Boyd: And if the outcome isn’t… happy?
[Adelle]
Adelle: Then you should prepare yourself.
[Boyd clicks off and looks frustratingly down the street before returning to the van. Inside, Cyrl jumps nervously as Boyd opens the door.]
Boyd: The crew’s access point to the vault. Where is is?
Cyril: Uh, a security office.
[Boyd hands him a pen and a pad]
Boyd: Draw me a map.
Cyril: The place is a maze! I… I don’t remember.
Boyd: Try.
Cyril: How?
Boyd: As if your life depended on it.
[Cyril begins to draw]
[Cut to Adelle’s office]
Dominic: We believe, with the right equipment, you could get inside the building through the roof.
Sierra/Taffy: Oh, sweetie. Equipment’s not the issue. The Gray Hour is going to end in nine minutes. We won’t even make it out of the parking garage.
[Sierra goes to make herself a drink]
But if this Echo chick is as good as you say, brain fry aside, I don’t need to get inside. All I need is a phone.
[Cut to the vault. Echo is now sitting next to the increasingly paling Walton.]
Echo: I like sky.
Walton: Yeah, the blue kind. You mentioned.
[We see a painting of a mountain landscape]
Echo: That’s a mountain.
Walton: Yep.
Echo: What’s my name?
Walton: Taffy.
Echo: When I’m there, my name is something else.
Walton: Hand me that bag.
[He indicates the bag behind them. She places the bag next to him. He goes through it with bloody hands]
Echo: What are you looking for?
Walton: A way out of here.
[Echo picks up a canister. She hooks her finger in the loop at the top. Walton carefully takes it from her.]
Walton (sternly): Not to play with.
[He sticks it in his pocket. Vitas’ voice comes from somewhere]
Vitas: There’s an air duct back here. He’s gonna find a way out of here.
Walton: Vitas isn’t gonna open that door.
[Walton is taking a vial and syringe out if a case]
Walton: And I’m not gonna open that door. And you’re definitely not gonna open that door.
[He points to his computer, indicating the guards]
Walton: They are gonna open the door.
[Echo looks at the screen]
Walton: They’re gonna take us to prison.
Echo: What’s prison?
Walton: It’s a place with no sky.
[Echo looks to the picture of the mountain]
Walton: We’re bad guys. When bad guys get caught, we don’t get to see sky.
[He sticks the needle into the vial, drawing the liquid up]
Echo: I’m a bad guy?
Walton: You… are a talking cucumber. And I’m…
[He prepares to stick himself with whatever nastiness is inside that needle]
Walton: …too broken to fix.
[Vitas’ hand descends into frame, grabbing the needle away]
Vitas: Oh, no, no, no, no. You don’t get to take the easy way out! I’m lifting the no-kill order.
[He gets a gun out of his own bag]
Vitas: When those doors open… we’re shooting our way out.
[Go to black]
[Open on Topher arm resting defeatedly against the railing as he sits on the floor in his office]
Topher: Yumia Takahashi.
[His eyes open wide and he looks a little possessed]
Ivy: You think he’s one of the prongs in the mutli-pronged conspiracy.
Topher: He’s always gunning for my job. He loves the beach.
Ivy: Here.
[Ivy hand him a soda (or some form of foodstuff) and sits down next to him]
Ivy: You really think a programmer in Tokyo is going to remote-wipe Echo in Los Angeles to steal your job?
Topher: He shows DeWitt his mad skills, suddenly Topher’s no longer “Number One Son.”
Ivy: Echo could die. That is not a plan for career advancement.
Topher: Anyway, Takahashi’s a hack. There’s only one person I know who could achieve a remote wipe. And he’s dead.
[Cut to Sierra/Taffy calling Echo]
Sierra/Taffy: You know, this only works if she answers.
Adelle: Dial again. Keep dialing.
Dominic: I’d like to go over the plan again.
Sierra/Taffy: Nervous Nellie. He’s actually kinda sweet. Okeydoke. The vault door contains a whole mess of glass re-lockers. If somebody, me say, drills through the door from the inside, the glass breaks. Presto, alarm goes off, whole other mess of locks are released. No getting out.
Dominic: You bypass the glass.
Sierra/Taffy: Resin. Makes it crack rather than shatter. If you do it right. Well, this is about to be a giant anticlimax. Ten, nine, eight…
Adelle: Dial again.
[Dialing yet again]
Sierra/Taffy: …seven, six, five…
[Cut to the vault. Vitas is looking at his watch.]
Vitas: Four, three…
Echo: Two?
Vitas: One. It’s over.
Echo: I don’t like this room anymore. Where are the better rooms?
[Echo realizes something]
Echo: I have something in my pocket.
[She reaches in and pulls out her phone. She shows it to Walton.]
Echo: Look.
[Cut to Adelle’s office]
Adelle: It’s over.
Sierra/Taffy: It’s almost over. The security system’s going back online one device at a time. The vault door, then the heat sensors, then the motion detectors.
Echo (over phone): Hello?
Sierra/Taffy: If I can get the vault door open before the motion detectors reactivate, we’re all good.
[Sierra/Taffy sticks the phone in its dock, converting it to speakerphone]
Sierra/Taffy: Is this the chowderhead?
[Echo]
Echo: I don’t know.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Clearly, yes.
[Vault]
Sierra/Taffy: Here’s the dealio. I can get you out of that vault if you do exactly as I say.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Can you do that?
[Vault]
Echo: I think so.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Underwhelming, but let’s give it a go. You should be carrying a vial of resin.
[Vault]
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Bra’s a good place.
[Vault, where Echo feels our her bra. She comes out with a vial. The other two look at each other.]
Echo: I have it!
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Then you’ve also got a nozzle thingy tucked into your boot.
[Vault, where Echo feels into her boot]
Sierra/Taffy: Lipstick-like.
Echo: Yes!
Sierra/Taffy: Screw one thingy onto the other thingy, and you’re gonna need a drill.
Echo (to others): She says we need a drill.
Vitas: Who’s “she”?
Walton: I don’t know. But I’d give Taffy the drill.
[Vitas, pissed off, goes to get the drill]
Echo: This is fun. Are you having fun?
[Vitas hands her the drill]
Dominic (?): No.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Go to the door.
[Vault]
Sierra/Taffy: You’ll want both hands.
[Echo puts the phone down and goes to the vault. Vitas picks up the phone and puts it on speaker.]
Sierra/Taffy: On three, start drilling into the door. Doesn’t matter where.
Echo: Ready.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: I’m going to close my eyes and pray to God…
[Vault]
Sierra/Taffy: …that when I say stop, you will stop.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: One... two…
[Vault, on drill]
Sierra/Taffy: …three… drill.
[Echo drills for s second]
Sierra/Taffy: And stop. Spray the resin into the hole—three squirts.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Count ‘em out.
[Vault, Echo squirts the resin]
Echo: One, two, three.
Sierra/Taffy: Put the drill on the hole. Turn it on. Now this is the important part.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Do not move your hand.
[Vault. Echo has the drill in positon.]
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Don’t think about it. Do it.
[Vault. Echo looks worried. She turns to Vitas. He raises his eyebrows encouragingly. She drills. We get shots of tense faces on both sides. Echo drills and the drill punctures through. The alarm blares and the lights go dark.]
Echo: Is that good?
Sierra/Taffy: Chowderhead!
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Talk to me. (to Adelle and Dominic) This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t give my job away.
Dominic: What’s the police response time?
Sierra/Taffy: Seven minutes. Guards inside, less. Six minutes, fifteen seconds less.
[Vault. Vitas is all up in Echo’s face.]
Vitas: You stupid bitch!
[He slaps his hands against the vault nest to her head, breaking the phone]
[In the office there is static over the speaker. Adelle and Dominic seem to flinch in unison. Adelle steps forward.]
Adelle: Taffy. Thank you for your services.
[Adelle extends her hand]
Sierra/Taffy: That’s it?
Adelle: Mr, Dominic will take you down for your treatment.
[Sierra/Taffy grabs the briefcase and begins to walk out]
Sierra/Taffy: Thanks for the cash. Good luck with the girl.
Dominic: I’ll notify Boyd. He may have to neutralize her.
Adelle: No. I’m beginning to suspect he hasn’t the proper distance. Send down for Ramirez and Hutchins. Put them on standby.
[Adelle feels she should sit down]
Dominic: I’m sorry.
Adelle: Me, too.
[Dominic leaves]
[Topher enters the imprint lab. Sierra is handing Dominic her briefcase full of money.]
Sierra/Taffy: Don’t go anywhere with that. I’ve got my eye on you.
[She gets into the chair]
Topher (to Dominic): Echo?
[Dominic doesn’t say anything he shakes his head ever so slightly and looks down. Topher looks devastated. He hurries into his work wiping Sierra.]
Topher: This may pinch.
[The machine switches on and she gasps]
[Cut to the computer screen in the vault]
Walton: The guards are closing in.
[Vitas is stacking stuff, making a barricade for them to hide behind]
Walton (to Echo): Remember, your hands go over your head.
[She does so]
Echo: Okay. Why?
Walton: ‘Cause you don’t want the guards to put a bullet in your chest.
Vitas: Don’t listen to him. Take this.
[He hands her gun]
Vitas: Get up. Point it at the bad guys and you squeeze the trigger.
Echo: Aren’t we the bad guys?
Vitas: Down.
[He has led her to get down by the barricade]
Vitas: Remember what I told you? You get broken or you do the breaking.
[The vault door opens and guards can be heard on the other side. They guards take their positions, guns at the ready.]
Gurad: Come out slowly! Let me see your hands! Let’s go!
Vitas: Start shooting… now… or I shoot you.
[Vitas points the gun at Echo, who really has no idea what is going on]
[Go to black]
[Open on Vitas and Echo behind the barricade]
Echo: I’d like to go now.
Gurad: Let’s see your hands! There’s no way out! Drop the weapon!
[Between shots of Vitas and Echo and the guards, there is one shot of Walton, peaking up over his box-of-support, looking worriedly at Echo]
Vitas: Do it.
Guard: Building perimeter is locked down! Hands on your head!
[Echo looks down and sees the still-loaded syringe in the bag nest to her]
Vitas: Do it now! What are you waiting for? Do it!
[Echo stabs the syringe into the back of his neck. He screams and falls, opening fire on the guards. This starts an all out gun battle between himself and the guards. Echo goes to Walton, who is lying on the floor for his own safety. He hurts.]
Walton: Around the corner…
[He pulls the canister from his pocket]
Walton: You can get out.
[Walton stands up with great effort and throws the can of gas into the guards.]
[Cut to Boyd walking out of the van, map in hand. He begins running.]
[More shots of Vitas shooting everything. We go to Echo.]
Walton: Go. Go now; they won’t be able to see you.
[Echo isn’t leaving]
[Cut to Boyd cutting through the kitchen of the hotel]
[Cut to the smoky passage]
[Cut to Boyd running down the stairs to the Gerry the security guard’s office. He shoots the keypad and enters. He sees the hole in the wall. Coming through it is Echo, carrying Walton.]
Boyd: Are you okay?
Echo: He’s broken. Can we fix him?
Boyd: We’ll try.
[She passes Walton to Boyd, who throws him over his shoulder]
Echo: I’m not broken.
Boyd: No, you’re not. Come on. Let’s get out of here.
[They exit, Echo looking back at the hole]
[Establishing shot of Paul’s house]
[Lubov/Victor is looking by the window when Paul opens the door]
Lubov/Victor: What took you so long? There’s a car out there. Two guys, motor on, fifteen minutes at least.
[Paul and Lubov/Victor are in the kitchen, Paul is filling a tea kettle with water.]
Paul: This is west Hollywood. Two guys in an idling car isn’t news.
Lubov/Victor: So, who am I gonna be? Uh, John Smith, maybe? (puts on an accent) I got a good American accent.
Paul: You’re gonna be Anton Lubov.
[Paul continues milling about the kitchen]
Lubov/Victor: I d- I don’t get it.
Paul: I may have misled you about the “me helping you.” I needed you to stay put while I put you front and center on every “be on the lookout” list from here to New York. If you try to leave Los Angeles by plane, train, or automobile, the FBI is going to be all over you. We won’t be discreet. I’ll personally deop you off at the Borodins’ doorstep, make sure they know we’re friends.
Lubov/Victor: Are you crazy? You want me to die?
Paul: I don’t want you to die, but if you do, there’s a lot to learn from a dead body. I know how the Russians kill. I know their favorite weapons. I know where to look for bruises. I know which body parts they like to chop off and what message they want a body to send.
Lubov/Victor: I tried to help you.
Paul: If your body turns up and tells a different story, well, then that’ll give me information, too.
[He indicates that Lubov/Victor make his way to the door]
Lubov/Victor: The FBI doesn’t work like that.
[Paul opens the door]
Lubov/Victor: You ca- you can’t do this!
[Lubov/Victor stands in the doorway in front of Paul, who’s holding open the door]
Paul: I’m a screw-up, remember? My CI shows up dead, nobody’s gonna blink. Nobody’s gonna care.
Lubov/Victor: You put on your mean face, act tough, but you will care, Agent Ballard. That’s your problem.
[Lubov/Victor leaves and Paul shuts the door behind him]
[Cut to Echo in the imprint chair. She’s gasps as she gets wiped, images of her time in the vault as Echo passing by us in reverse order. She rises up in the chair.]
Topher: Hello, Echo. How are you feeling?
Echo: Did I fall asleep?
[Cut to Adelle’s office. The piece of the bloody flippin’ Parthenon is on the table between Dominic and Adelle.]
Adelle: Michelangelo believed his sculptures already existed inside the marble, waiting to be freed. We should get this to our clients’ first thing in the morning.
Dominic: And the antiquities expert? They can have him, too.
[Dominic takes the bit o’Parthenon with him and opens to the door to reveal Topher on the other side. Topher walks in as Dominic walks out, shutting the door. Adelle gets herself a drink.]
Topher: So… I put Echo through every test I could think of, which is a lot. The remote wipe didn’t do any permanent damage, so… phew.
Adelle: Whatever happened… in Echo’s head in that vault—it’s gone?
Topher: She’s fresh as morning dew. No pesky human evolution bits lingering around.
Adelle: Well done. I believe Victor has completed his debriefing. He’s ready to be wiped.
[Adelle sits down. Topher stands across from her and leans in (still at a safe distance) and whispers.]
Topher: It was Alpha, wasn’t it? Nobody else could come even close to pulling off a remote wipe. He’s alive. He’s out there.
[Adelle pushes a form across to Topher]
Adelle: You’ll need to sign and initial at the bottom.
[Topher takes a moment. Steps back and points at it.]
Topher: Is this…? Am I fired?
Adelle: I’m upping your security clearance.
Topher: Does that mean… I’m right? Alpha’s alive? He’s out there? But after the… incident, you told us security tracked him down and, you know…
[He mimes cutting one’s head off]
Adelle: Our influence in substantial, but Alpha, with his gifts—gifts we gave him—finding him, confining him—we’re not all-powerful.
Topher: I’m scared. I’m scared like a little girl.
[Adelle indicates the form]
Adelle: Sign and initial at the bottom.
[Topher grabs the pen]
Adelle: I’ll tell you what I know about Alpha. You’ll tell me how he did this and how we can keep him from ever doing it again.
[Cut to the Doll’s level. A woman is giving a Doll a massage. Echo is walking through happily. We cut to her in a bathing suit, diving into a narrow indoor pool. She swims a few strokes before sinking to the bottom, opening her eyes and holding her legs loosely to her chest. Cut to her in the shower. She finishes and grabs a towel. She passes Sierra on the way out. They smile at each other. She walks to the vanity area where there are several sinks with mirrors. The mirror is all fogged up. Echo draws a remedial copy of the broken-faced Picasso over her own face and then wipes it away, revealing her own face. She looks serious.]
[All the little pictures, this time the main one being her face, take us to black]
Grr. Argh.
Written by Sarah Fain & Elizabeth Craft
Directed by Rob Hardy
Original Airdate: 03/06/09
[All the little imprint pictures bring us into the previously-ons]
[Open on a house waaaaaaay out in nowhere land. It’s up in the mountains and all is white and covered in snow. We begin slowly circling around the ginormous house. A woman is moaning.]
[Cut inside to a woman lying on a bed, pressing back into a pillow.
Woman: Oh, God.
[As she groans really loud, she makes a face and we pull back to see that she is giving birth. Echo is the midwife. She’s between the woman’s legs, coaching her to breath. The husband is walking around, goes to the mother’s side. A monitor beeps showing a heart rate of 120 that starts to become unstable. Midwife Echo looks at it concernedly before regaining a serene look.]
Husband: What is that? Why is it beeping?
[Midwife Echo hits a button and the machine stops beeping]
Midwife Echo: So, who kissed who first?
Husband: I don’t know, but… she did. She kissed me.
Wife: He lunged at me in the middle of a frat party.
Midwife Echo (laughs): Oh!
Husband: Well, yeay, it was because you, you know, you did the little “kiss me” face.
Midwife Echo: Oh.
Wife: He had one of those sad little peach-fuzz goatee… (MOANING)
Midwife Echo: Now, I’m about to say something that might scare you a little, okay?
Wife: Okay. Little Lucy has linebacker shoulders.
Husband: So, she’s going to be a lesbian?
Midwife Echo: Big baby, narrow birth canal. That’s causing her some distress.
[Wife groans]
Midwife Echo: So, you and I have some work to do, okay? (to husband) And you have to get ready to hold your baby girl, ‘cause your wife’s gonna be a little wiped out. Ready? Okay. Now… push.
[Groaning. Midwife Echo speaks over it]
Midwife Echo: Here’s a promise: all this scary, painful stuff—you won’t even remember.
Wife: I want to forget. I want to forget.
Midwife Echo: Here comes your daughter.
[Baby crying and Midwife Echo’s holding her, but… all of a sudden the image is replaced by Echo’s eyes opening and images flash by as we go forward, seeing what came after this moment and then seeing what led us to this moment, all interspersed with a few shots of Echo’s eyes.]
[And we’re in the imprint chair and Echo is rising up. Topher Brink is next to her.]
Topher Brink: Hello, Echo. How are you feeling?
Echo: Did I fall asleep?
Topher: For a little while.
Echo: Shall I go now?
Topher: If you like.
[Echo gets up and walks out. We stay on Topher for a second. His expression is hard to read.]
[Cut to Sierra carrying her lunch, looking around the dining area for a place to sit. Echo spots her and smiles.]
Echo: Good day.
[Sierra smiles back at her and walks to her table, sitting down.]
Sierra: I wasn’t certain where to sit.
Echo: I swam thirty laps today.
Sierra: Good for you.
Echo: I’m tired now.
Sierra: It’s important to exercise. I try to be my best.
Echo: Are you?
Sierra: Excuse me?
Echo: Are you your best?
Sierra: I’m… not sure how to know that.
Echo: I think if you always try, that’s best. Right?
[The camera spins to reveal that Victor is sitting next to them]
Victor: Every day is a chance to be better.
[Pull back to an overview of the dining area, the vantage point from Topher’s office]
Boyd Langton: They’re eating lunch.
Topher: They’re eating lunch together, man friend. Same three. Even the same table. They’re grouping.
Boyd: Are you saying they remember each other?
Topher: No, no, no, no. No. The wipes are clean. This goes deeper than memory into instinctual survival patterns. Flocking. Whole mess of sparrows turning on a dime. Uh, salmon trucking upstream. This isn’t a book club, man friend. This is the herd.
Boyd: They’re not bison, Topher.
Topher: They’re a little bit bison.
Boyd: Well, they didn’t used to be.
Topher: They volunteered for this.
Boyd: So we’re told.
[Cut to Adelle Dewitt’s office. A man, Atalo Diakos, is sitting with her. He speaks with an accent of some kind.]
Adelle DeWitt: The problem is not insurmountable.
Atalo Diakos: What problem?
Adelle: Upon review, your engagement was flagged as having certain special requirements.
Diakos: Before, you tell me no one gets to know what I’m asking for.
Adelle: That’s correct. However, our computers do calculate possible risks to our Actives.
Diakos: But you… you don’t know.
Adelle: No one knows the details of your engagements but you.
[A phone rings]
Adelle: Excuse me. I’m very sorry.
[She gets up and answers the phone]
Adelle: DeWitt. Yes, sir, of course I understand your concern. Our main goal now is to conclude this matter as quickly as possible.
[Cut to the file of Victor’s “Anton Lubov” imprint file. There is a barcode that holds his imprint along with pictures of Paul Ballard.]
Adelle: Yes, the less time we give him to spin his own theories, the better, I think. Well, he needs closure. And we are the experts at giving people what they need, aren’t we? Yes, sir, I’ll keep you in… formed. Goodbye.
[She clicks off the phone and turns back to the client]
Adelle: I didn’t offer you a drink. Tea or something stronger?
Diakos: These computers, they say I have to pay more, I pay more.
Adelle: You’re very understanding, Mr. Diakos. This way, please. Judith will handle the details.
[She opens the door to let him out. He stops before exiting.]
Diakos: It is not for me, you know. This night… is a gift.
Adelle: You’re a very generous man.
[She closes the door]
[Cut to a pair of stiletto boots. They belong to Echo/Taffy, who is adjusting her risqué leather outfit in front of a mirror. She sticks what appears to be a lipstick into the top of one of her thigh-high boots. She checks her watch and smiles at the mirror before heading off.]
Echo/Taffy: Blue skies.
[Cut to Echo/Taffy eating a cherry from her drink. She is sitting on a large desk in a hotel lounge. Her legs are draped next to a man, Vitas, sitting on the couch under her. She is giggling as she sits down and straddles his lap. They proceed to make-out and stuff. Two men, Walton and Cyril, are sitting across from them.]
Walton: If I had an uncle who’d get me her for my bachelor party, I’d get married, too.
Cyril: She’s very… comfortable with herself, isn’t she?
Walton: Yeah. Uh-huh.
[Cut to the bartender informing a security guy, Gerry, of the over-affectionate couple]
Vitas: Taffy, baby, I’m going to have fun with you tonight.
Echo/Taffy: Anything you want.
[He chuckles]
Echo/Taffy: It’s all blue skies.
[Echo/Taffy falls onto the couch next to him, legs in his lap. Gerry the security guy heads over to them.]
Echo/Taffy: (giggles) Yeah!
Gerry: Gentlemen. Ma’am.
Echo/Taffy: Sir.
Gerry: Perhaps you’d like to take the party up to your suite?
Echo/Taffy: Awww!
Gerry: I’d be happy to send up a complementary bottle of champagne.
Echo/Taffy: Oooh!
Vitas: Make it two bottles and you got a deal.
Gerry: Two bottles it is, sir.
[Echo/Taffy squeals in excitement]
Vitas: Let’s go.
[Vitas gets up and walks up and over the table behind them. Echo/Taffy starts to go up behind him as the other two men get up.]
Echo/Taffy: Wait for me!
[She steps onto the table and trips a little]
Echo/Taffy: Oh. Oh!
[Vitas picks her up and carries her off]
Echo/Taffy: Whoo!
[Cut to a disheveled Echo/Taffy running through the hall outside hotel rooms. She bangs on doors.]
Echo/Taffy: Help! Someone help me!
[Vitas, shirt unbuttoned and champagne bottle in hand, is following her]
Echo/Taffy: Please! I need help!
Vitas: Taffy, come on! We’re just having a good time!
Echo/Taffy: Somebody please!
[Walton appears behind Vitas]
Walton: Where is she?
[They are laughing and we see a close-up of Echo/Taffy. Her lip is bleeding.]
Walton: Grab her, man!
[She runs to Gerry the guard, who appears near the elevators]
Echo/Taffy: Please! Help me! They… they hurt me. Please!
Walton: Ah, crap.
[Vitas and the Walton back off and head back down the hall]
Gerry: It’s okay. You’re safe now.
[Cut to a kitchen through which Gerry is bringing Echo/Taffy]
Echo/Taffy: Where are we going? I shouldn’t be here.
Gerry: Don’t worry. Those idiots didn’t follow us. Even if they did… nobody’s getting through here.
[He arrives at a door. He enters a code into a keypad and the door buzzes open. They go into his office.]
Gerry: See. Everything’s fine. Why don’t you sit down.
Echo/Taffy: That was not okay. I mean, I know who I am, and, and what I do, but I didn’t sign up for that. And I really have to go. Is there a backdoor? I have somewhere to be.
[Gerry goes to a drawer and pulls out a stack of cash]
Echo/Taffy: What are you doing?
Gerry: I understand you’ve had a difficult evening, ma’am.
Echo/Taffy: Yeah?
Gerry: But we deeply regret any… indignities you may have suffered.
[He slaps the money onto the desk]
Gerry: But it’s hotel policy, in these instances, to offer a one-time payment, uh, compensate you for…
Echo/Gerry: You want me to let those freaks off the hook? Fine, they’re off the hook. I just want to go.
Gerry: You feel that way now. But tomorrow or the next day you may change your mind. We feel it’s in your best interest…
Echo/Taffy: I’m leaving.
Gerry: Ma’am, that’s $10,000.
[Echo/Taffy turns back from the door, looks interested]
Gerry: Now all you have to do is sign this piece of paper stating you will not pursue legal action against the hotel or the guests in question… and you walk away.
[Echo/Taffy walks to the money, putting her purse down a little on top of it]
Echo/Taffy: With… that.
Gerry: $10,000.
Echo/Taffy: I just take your $10,000 and disappear?
Gerry: (chuckles) Yeah. You could be free. You can go anywhere.
Echo/Taffy: No, thanks.
[She grabs her bag, the money falling to the ground, and goes to the door]
Gerry: (sighs) I just want you to think about it.
[Gerry bends to pick the money up. Echo/Taffy knees him in the face and puts him down. He falls against the filing cabinets behind him. Echo/Taffy reaches into her purse and grabs a headset thingy, sticking it on her ear. She clicks a button.]
Echo/Taffy: I’m in.
[Cut to the bowels of the hotel, laundry carts all around. Vitas, Cyril, and Walton round the corner.]
Vitas: We’re in position.
Echo/Taffy: Door code’s 489-374-83.
[She walks to the unconscious guard]
Echo/Taffy: Blue skies.
[Opening titles]
[Open on Echo/Taffy taking her shirt off to change. She is wearing a bra. Walton is staring at her as he moves a filing cabinet.]
Echo/Taffy: They’re called breasts. And yes, they are exceptional.
[She grabs a black shirt to put on]
Echo/Taffy: You can mention that when you blog about this later.
Walton: I wasn’t gonna blog about it.
Vitas: So, boss, what do we really call you?
Echo/Taffy: You really call me Taffy. And the client’s the boss.
[Vitas is putting explosives together and Walton is checking something on his computer.]
Echo/Taffy: He put together this marry band of thieves. In his infinite wisdom, he decided that… well, guess I am the boss of you.
Walton (re: Gerry): Well, not taking him out’s your first mistake.
[Echo/Taffy gives Gerry a shot of something and then slams Walton against the filing cabinet and sticks an arm against his throat]
Echo/Taffy: I figured out on my first job when a little creative thinking on my part almost got me not paid: never second-guess a client. And wear comfy shoes. Our client’s paying premium for no-kill. He gets no-kill. Okeydoke?
Cyril: I-I-I think you’re hurting him.
Echo/Taffy: You’re very astute, Professor. (to Walton) It’s a good thing this is a no-kill job.
[She lets him go and he gasps for air]
Echo/Taffy: You could have been in trouble there.
[Vitas is placing the explosives on the wall behind the filing cabinet]
Cyril: Uh, yeah, right. Shouldn’t we go far away now?
[Echo/Taffy is fixing her make-up]
Echo/Taffy: Here’s how this is going to go. In sixty-four seconds, the high-security building on the other side of that wall is going to be shutting down their motion sensors, infrared sensors, security cameras. We will be in a Gray Hour. In the one hour it takes them to revolutionize their security system and make it impenetrable, we penetrate.
Cyril: Uh, excuse me. If their system is down, they must know someone is going to try and break in.
Echo/Taffy: That’s six seconds we can’t get back. Inside security: five guards, each with GPS tracking devices implanted in their badges. The guards will be focused on perimeter threats. They’re not allowed to go on the vault floor during Gray Hour for security reasons. (to Walton with his computer) You have ‘em yet?
Walton: Not until we’re inside. The—the sensors don’t pick up anything…
Echo/Taffy: Fifteen seconds. You ready to go boom?
Vitas: Ready.
[Vitas has the detonator in hand. Everyone takes cover.]
Walton: We gotta sync our watches…
Echo/Taffy: Uh, sweetie. You’re on Taffy Standard Time now. And three, two, one. Go.
[We see the opposite side of the wall blowing in. There’s coughing as they examine the whole they have created. Vitas laughs and Echo/Taffy grabs her bag.]
Cyril: A hundred people must have heard this.
[They enter the newly opened tunnel]
Vitas: Upstairs, they’re just thinking a truck rumbled by. I am the best, my man!
Echo/Taffy: Bladdy blah. We’re all the best, braggy.
[They enter the other building. A large vault door is there]
Echo/Taffy: So pretty.
[Echo/Taffy goes to the vault, feeling it, listening, as she begins to turn the lock]
Vitas (to Walton): Hey, if she’s the best, funny I’ve never heard of her.
Echo/Taffy: You’ve heard of Bonnie and Clyde, right?
Vitas: Are you Bonnie?
Echo/Taffy: No. I’m not that stupid. Bonnie and her gun-crazy beau—you know what they wanted? It wasn’t to be the best. Best-ness means a quiet, head-down kind of life. No, Bonnie and Clydie—they wanted fame. Notoriety. And boy, did they get it. They also got dead. I’ll pass on that. When this is over, feel free to forget I exist. Now, just keep it down while this little darling and I get to know each other better.
[Computer beeps and we see stuff on it]
Walton: Uh, coming online. (clears throat) Two secs. I’ll see the guards.
[Cyril steps forward and looks in awe]
Walton: What?
Cyril: Wow.
[Echo/Taffy has opened the vault]
Cyril: She’s in.
Vitas: Damn!
[Vitas heads in after Echo/Taffy]
Walton: Damn.
Echo/Taffy: Tick-tock, boys.
[Cyril and Walton follow. Cyril starts looking around.]
Cyril: Oh. Hey, this is… Oh. Oh, my God. There are rumors of secret vaults used by top museums to store the world’s most controversial works, but…
[Vitas points to a painting]
Vitas: Yeah, Piccolo Boy here is shocking.
Cyril: Oh. Yeah, Piccolo Boy, as you call him, was recently stolen from a private collector in Paris. (laughs) Valued at $17 million.
Echo/Taffy: Whatevs.
[Echo/Taffy goes to another part of the vault]
Walton: So, we’re stealing stolen art?
Cyril: Well, some of these works are merely of questionable provenance. Yeah, high-quality counterfeits. Antiquities which are my particular forte…
Echo/Taffy: Hey. Old stuff expert? Old stuff’s in here.
[Cyril goes to Echo/Taffy]
Cyril: Thank you, gods… and goddesses.
[Cyril runs forward, laughing delightedly]
Echo/Taffy: Gray Hour’s now Gray 45 minutes.
[Echo/Taffy pulls a drawing out of her bag. Cyril takes it.]
Echo/Taffy: This is what we’re here for. Find it, tell me if it’s the real thing so we can pack it up and get the hell outta here.
Cyril: I thought it might be this. Why else would I have been chosen?
Vitas: Chosen for what? What are we taking out of here? Huh?
Cyril: The Parthenon.
Vitas: Isn’t that kind of big?
[Establishing of Paul’s apartment]
[Paul opens his door and walks in. He’s holding a file and a little, white paper bag.. He puts his keys on a shelf, the file on the table and grabs the remote. He flips on the TV. He carefully takes a seat on the couch, holding his side where he got shot.]
Announcer on TV: Ooooookay shoppers. You know what that sound is. It’s our Bonus Buy sound.
[Close-up on the little white bag. We see that it’s a prescription.]
Announcer on TV: Today only at the worldwide…
[The announcer fades out as Paul opens the bag, grabbing his pain pills from it. And the announcer magically returns.]
Announcer: Retail, it’s $699.99.
[Paul begins to open the bottle but stops. The look on his face is kind of icy. The announcer drolls on.]
Announcer: In less than a minute, we have it here today at $199.99.
[Paul puts the medicine down on the table. He reaches to his side and pulls his gun up and stands in one swift motion. He points it into a corner we can’t see.]
Anton Lubov/Victor: Don’t do… Don’t shoot me.
Paul: How’d you get in here?
[Lubov/Victor emerges from the shadows holding a lock]
Lubov/Victor: Your—Your locks are for crap.
[Paul is holding his side]
Paul: Get out.
Lubov/Victor: You got to help me. Put me in Witness Protection. Uh, get me out of town.
[Gun chamber clicks]
Lubov/Victor: Just listen to me!
Paul: The last time I listened to you, I got a hole through the gut.
Lubov/Victor: I-I didn’t set you up!
Paul: You sent me to an ambush.
Lubov/Victor: They were going to kill me!
Paul: Who is she?
[He walks toward Lubov/Victor, shoving a picture of Caroline in his face, the gun in his chest]
Lubov/Victor: A-A pretty girl.
Paul: She is a pretty girl. Pretty and lost. You know lots of girls like that.
Lubov/Victor: Not her.
Paul: Is she the reason they want me dead? Her name’s Caroline. Bells ringing?!
Lubov/Victor: No! I-I gave you a tip! Somebody gives it to me, I give it to you. That’s how it works.
Paul: Who gave you the tip?
Lubov/Victor: Boom, you get shot, my old, nice life, over. I can’t call my friends, I can’t call home. I don’t have any money.
[Paul slams him against the wall]
Paul: Who gave you the tip?! Was it her?!
Lubov/Victor: A voice on the phone. A-A man. Not old, not young. Uh, accent. Sounded Georgian maybe. Russian Georgia, not Sweet Home Georgia.
[Lubov/Victor pants nervously and Paul backs off him, removing the gun from his chest]
Paul: Alabama.
Lubov/Victor: Wh—What do I know? It’s confusing, this country.
[Gun clicks as Paul sticks it back in his jeans… that wasn’t meant to sound dirty…]
Lubov/Victor: The Borodins used me to get to you. That means they know I talk to you. The FBI! I am a dead man already if you don’t help me.
Paul: If I help you… I never hear from you again. Never. As in ever.
Lubov/Victor: Never ever.
Paul: Stay here. I’ll see what I can do.
[Lubov/Victor sniffles and examines the curtains]
[Cut to the vault, where Cyril and Vitas are looking at an artifact]
Cyril: And this is one of the missing Elgin Marbles. (laughs)
Vitas: Yeah?
Cyril: Okay, but we’re looking for a frieze fragment, not a metope panel.
Echo/Taffy: Over their heads, Professor.
Cyril: (sighs) The Elgin Marbles are, uh, large sections of the Parthenon’s marble friezes and statuary, stolen in the late 19th century.
Walton: So we are stealing stolen art, basically.
Cyril: Not technically. You see, the Turks, who controlled Athens at the time—they granted Thomas Bruce, the Seventh Earl of Elgin, permission to remove the marbles, so, uh…
Vitas: So, Greece hired us to take this one back.
Echo/Taffy: Client info is confidential.
Walton: Explains why we got hired through middlemen.
Vitas: And the no-kill order. Things go bad, they don’t want some kind of international incident.
Echo/Taffy: When a client doesn’t say upfront who they are, finding out’s usually not healthy. How ‘bout we stop speculating?
Walton: All right. The guards are rotating down to the lower floors.
Echo/Taffy: They’re not coming down here. At least not for the next 34 minutes.
Walton: Better be right.
Echo/Taffy: I am.
[Walton walks away]
Vitas: It’s nothing personal—his thing with you. If I were in charge, he’d be an ass with me, too, so… Want to grab a drink after this?
Echo/Taffy: Ask me when we get out of here.
Vitas: Will do.
Walton (at Cyril): Hey! Where are you going with that?
[Cyril is trying to get away with a large something wrapped in a black cloth]
Cyril: Uh…
[He turns to go. Walton approaches him.]
Walton: Hey!
[Cyril hits the button that closes the vault door. He quickly pulls a sword out of a statue and impales Walton with it]
Echo/Taffy: No, don’t! Don’t let that close!
[Cyril slips out of the closing door]
Vitas: Stop the door!
[The door shuts behind him]
Vitas: Bastard!
[Walton is making noises in the corner. Echo/Taffy and Vitas run to him.]
Echo/Taffy: Hey, are you okay?
[They help him up]
Walton: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Peachy.
Vitas: Over here.
Echo/Taffy: You’re gonna be fine.
[Walton groans as they move him]
Echo/Taffy: I can get us out of here.
Walton: The alarm comes back up in… In-In what?
Echo/Taffy: 31 minutes.
[Vitas groans]
Echo/Taffy: Not gonna be a problem. Just got to make a quick call.
[She reaches into her purse and grabs her phone]
[Cut outside to Boyd Langton’s van. His phone is ringing. He picks it up.]
Boyd Langton: What’s up?
[Cut to Echo/Taffy]
Echo/Taffy: It’s me.
Vitas: How in the hell are you getting reception down here?
Echo/Taffy: I got a double-crosser coming your way. Probably the southwest corner of the building. He has what we came for.
[Cut to Boyd]
Echo/Taffy: Black bag. You’re gonna have to complete this job for me. I need a happy client.
Boyd: I’m on it.
[Cut to Echo/Taffy]
Boyd: Everything all right in there?
Echo/Taffy: We’re locked in. My tech guy’s gonna need medical, but I’m fine, and I can get us out, which is irrelevant if the job’s a wash.
[Boyd]
Boyd: I’ll finish the job. Just get out of there.
[Echo/Taffy]
Echo/Taffy: Thanks. See you in a few.
[There’s a high-pitched squealing that sounds like a radio frequency or something. Echo/Taffy gets a funny look on her face.]
[Cut to Boyd staring oddly at the phone]
[Cut back to Echo/Taffy. She slowly lowers the phone from her ear. It falls. She stares blankly. The others look at her.]
Echo: Did I… fall asleep?
[Go to black]
[Open on a computer screen. There’s typing.]
Topher: Neuromodulator is your friend. And I don’t mean friend from kindergarten you see twice a year. Neuromod is your BFF. Brain mapping requires…
[Cut to Ivy, his assistant, reading a list on the fridge]
Ivy: Pizza squares, ice cream bites, beef jerky? Okay, you may be the boy-god of all things neuro, and I do worship at the altar of your genius, but I am not getting you all this stuff.
Topher: Ivy, babe. Add juice boxes.
Ivy: You’re privilege-abusing.
Topher: Do you want to know how to avoid spandrels when aligning rigid designators?
Ivy: Grape or apple?
[She pulls a pen out of her pocket]
Topher: Humility is part of the learning process.
[A computer screen beeps and changes nest to him]
Topher: I break you down, then I build you back.
[Ivy takes note of the screen. She points at it.]
Ivy: Topher.
[Topher looks]
Topher: Uh-oh.
[Cut to Echo in the fetal position on the floor]
Echo: Shall I go now?
Walton: What’s wrong with her?
Vitas: Hysterical Woman Syndrome?
Walton: Five minutes ago, you were kissing her ass.
Vitas: Five minutes ago, we were on Taffy Standard Time.,
[He has her phone, looking through it]
Vitas: It’s a private number. It’s not letting me dial out.
Echo (whispers): Shall I go now?
Walton: Yeah. Let’s go! Get us the hell out of here!
[Vitas throws the phone on the floor. We see it is blinking.]
[Cut to Topher calling someone]
[Echo]
Walton: Do we know how long?
[Vitas takes his jacket off and throws it down]
Vitas: Not long enough. I’ve dated my share of crazies. I know how to deal with this.
[He squats down in front of her]
Vitas: Taffy?
[She starts]
Vitas: Hey. I’m not saying this isn’t cute. It’s adorable.
Echo: Shall I go now?
Vitas: But the sooner you open that door, the sooner we can go get that drink. So, let’s do it.
[Echo is physically terrified]
Echo (whispering): Shall I go now?
[Vitas slaps her across the face. She gasps and falls over. She comes back up holding her chin.]
Echo: Now?
[Cut to Cyril running. He reaches the stairs up to the street. He pauses for a second to rest.]
Cyril: Ah, boy.
[Boyd appears at the top of the stairs]
Boyd: Give me the bag.
Cyril: Who are you?
[Boyd points at the bag]
Boyd: The bag.
Cyril: I can’t do that.
[Boyd slowly makes his way down the stairs]
Boyd: Give… me… the bag.
Cyril: I’ve got a buyer who… He pays me twice as much as whoever, so…
[Boyd pulls his gun]
Cyril: Okay. Okay. You an me—we go in together. ‘Kay, 50-50.
[Gun chamber clicks]
Cyril: I’m gonna drop this.
Boyd: I’ll shoot you.
Cyril: This is the Parthenon. This is a piece of the Parth… Do you know how much that’s worth? That’s millions. That’s… I’m gonna turn it into dust, I swear to God.
Boyd: You drop it, I shoot you. Then you don’t get paid or breathe.
Cyril: Yeah. Okay.
[He half-hands the bag over to Boyd. He lets go too soon, making Boyd catch more of the weight than he had expected. He quickly recovers, placing the bag down as Cyril makes a mad dash up the stairs. Boyd turns around and shoots him in the leg. Cyril screams. Boyd tucks the gun back in its holster and picks up the bag. He makes his way back up the stairs. Cyril begins to cry.]
Cyril: You shot me!
Boyd: Barely.
[He heads up the stairs]
[Cut to Adelle’s office]
Topher: I don’t know where Boyd is. Handler-Man is MIA, and Echo’s vitals are…
[He shows her a chart]
Topher: Th-This is the chart? They’re off it.
Laurence Dominic: Boyd checked in with Central eight minutes ago. Apparently, a member of Echo’s crew absconded with the target item and locked the rest of the team in the vault. Explains the change in vitals.
Topher: This is a special skills felony engagement. I wove more than one thread of unflappable into that tapestry.
[He puts the chart down on the desk]
Topher: Okay? Echo could have an exploded belly bomb, and her heart rate shouldn’t go past 65 beats a minute.
Dominic: Maybe you made a mistake in the programming.
[Topher makes a face; Dominic goes to stand in front of a screen.]
Adelle: Something’s wrong. I’ll initiate contact.
Topher: Uh… yeah. Echo’s not picking up her cell.
Adelle: You reached out to an Active during an engagement without my say-so?
Topher: It’s the adrenaline. It makes me forget my protocols and “q”s.
Dominic: Echo was talking to Boyd when her vitals spiked.
[Dominic plays the audio from the phone call back]
Echo/Taffy (playback): Which is irrelevant if the job’s a wash.
Boyd (playback): I’ll finish the job. Just get out of there.
Echo/Taffy (playback): Thanks. See you in a few.
[The high-pitched frequency sound in playback]
Dominic: What was that?
[Topher looks concerned]
Adelle: Play it again.
Boyd (playback): I’ll finish the job. Just get out of there.
Echo/Taffy (playback): Thanks. See you in a few.
[The high-pitched frequency sound in playback]
Topher: That’s not… Uh-uh. That didn’t happen. How do I know that didn’t happen? Because that can’t happen.
Adelle: Topher, what can’t happen?
Dominic: This goes nowhere good.
Topher: I’m pretty sure… I’m kind of positive, actually, that something happened. The exact same thing happened, except without the chair.
Adelle: You’ve stated that remote wipes aren’t possible.
Topher: I’ve said they’re untested. I’ve said they’re a very bad, bad idea. I’ve said I can’t do them.
Adelle: How do we undo it?
Topher: We… don’t? Somebody out there figured out our frequency, hacked into our call, and that’s not even the hard part. I mean, we’re talking about someone… I could not have seen this coming. This is not my fault.
Adelle: All right.
[Adelle takes a seat]
Adelle: We’ll parcel out the blame later. What matters now is the reputation of this company. We have an engagement to complete.
Dominic: I’ll confirm that Boyd retrieved the target item.
[Dominic walks to the phone]
Adelle (to Topher): About Echo, how bad is it?
Topher: Being wiped is not unlike being born. It’s traumatic. I mean, in here, we minimize the trauma with throw pillows and perfectly crunchy lettuce. There’s no conflict. But out there it’s all… fluorescent lights and forceps. Right now, Echo is experiencing extreme sensory overload. And that could lead to a coma state. Or it could turn her into Carrie at the prom. Either way… we have to help her. She can’t help herself.
[Cut to the vault. Vitas leans into frame.]
Vitas: Okay… now you say it.
Echo: I’m Taffy.
Vitas: And…
Echo: I know how to get us out of here.
Vitas: Yeah, good. What else?
Echo: I try to be my best.
Vitas: You are the best. You remember? Bonnie and Clyde?
Echo: Are they here, too?
Vitas: Okay, all right, let’s rewind a few minutes. You were talking on this.
[He holds up the phone]
Echo: I was talking on this.
Vitas: You were talking and you said that you could open the door.
Echo: I know how to open the door.
Vitas: Yes, good. So, open it.
Echo (whispering): I try to be my best?
[Go to Walton, whose covering his bloody wound with his hands. He’s not doing so hot.]
Walton: Yeah… Taffy’s gone, man. She’s not coming back.
[Cut to the imprint room. Sierra, wearing the same outfit as Echo, rises up in the imprint chair. Adelle walks to her.]
Adelle: Hello, Taffy. I’m Adelle DeWitt. I need your help.
Sierra/Taffy: Blue skies.
[Go to black]
[Open on Echo staring at Van Gogh’s sunflowers]
Walton (?): Lots of people would die to see this stuff. Now it looks like we’re going to.
[Echo goes to a Picasso of a woman, all abstract at what not]
Echo: This one’s broken.
Walton: Yeah, look who’s talking.
[Echo stares at the abstract face and then touches her own]
Walton: On the inside.
[She moves her hand to her chest]
Walton: So, you like… art?
Echo (re:Picasso): It doesn’t look right.
Walton: It’s not about looking right. Art’s about feeling right and you… have no idea what I’m talking about.
Echo: She makes me feel… funny.
Walton: Well, that’s ‘cause these other guys… they painted what they saw. But this guy, he painted what is. That’s what art’s for: to show us who we are. And this one—it’s saying how we start off whole, then somewhere along the line, the pieces start to slide. We get broken.
Echo: That’s sad.
Vitas: No, it’s weak.
[Vitas walks in and grabs some tools out of his bag]
Vitas: You can either get broken or you can be the one doing the breaking. No mystery which way you went.
[Cut to Adelle’s office]
Sierra/Taffy: Ten months of research. Blueprints, security systems, police response time. The Parthenon job was supposed to be mine.
Adelle: And now it is.
Sierra/Taffy: You were running two ponies all along.
Adelle: It was the client’s decision.
Sierra/Taffy: Hey, I figured out on my first job, when a little creative thinking on my part almost got me not paid: never second-guess a client. And wear comfy shoes. But I learned how to lap-dance.
Dominic: We’ll pay double your usual fee to extract the team.
Sierra/Taffy: Getting sidelined by some girl at the last minute—my feelings are hurt.
Adelle: I assure you that Echo is not “some girl.” You and she are cut from the same cloth.
Sierra/Taffy: I’ve never gotten amnesia during a gig, but whatevs.
Adelle: Three of your peers are locked in that vault with nothing between them and a SWAT team but you. There is no balm for a bruised ego like saving the day.
Sierra/Taffy: I’ll need to see the cash.
Adelle: We’re a bit pressed for time.
[Sierra/Taffy’s smile fades]
Adelle: Of course.
[Adelle looks to Dominic who makes a hasty exit]
[Cut to Topher in his lab]
Topher: This remote wipe, it’s not about just creating five seconds of noise.
[Ivy is stocking the fridge with the new groceries]
Topher: He had to break into our system, which is impossible. He had to get Echo’s cell number. He, uh…
Ivy: Or she.
Topher: Or they. It has to be a “they.” I mean look at this build.
[He indicated his computer with some kind of thingy on the screen]
Topher: It’s not even science. It’s art! You saw the firewalls.
Ivy: There are many.
Topher: (whimpers) I defy another programmer to put that much neurotrophic factor around each and every personality component. This isn’t a lone gunman. This is a conspiracy. A gigantic, multi-pronged, conspiracy.
Ivy: You need to take something.
[Topher gets on the phone]
[Cut to Boyd answering his phone, injured Cyril with him in the van]
Boyd: What is it, Topher?
[Topher]
Topher: When you took Echo out tonight, did she seem normal?
[Boyd]
Boyd: Yeah, why?
[Topher]
Topher: You don’t know.
[Boyd]
Boyd: What’s going on?
[Topher]
Topher: Echo’s been wiped.
[Boyd]
Topher: Remotely.
Boyd: What?
[Topher]
Topher: It’s not my fault.
[Cut to Adelle’s office. Blueprints are on the table. The phone rings as Dominic walks into the room with a briefcase. Adelle goes to the phone.]
Adelle: Mr. Langton?
Boyd (over phone): I talked to Topher.
Adelle: If there were anything you could do, I’d already have you doing it.
[Boyd, outside the van]
Boyd: I didn’t think remote wipes were even possible.
Adelle: Neither did we.
[Adelle]
Adelle: You retrieved the target item?
[Dominic opens the briefcase to Sierra/Taffy]
Boyd: Yeah, I got it. So how are you planning on getting her out of there?
Adelle: We’re working the problem.
[Boyd]
Boyd: What does that mean?
[Adelle]
Adelle: It means I’m hopeful of a happy outcome.
[Boyd]
Boyd: And if the outcome isn’t… happy?
[Adelle]
Adelle: Then you should prepare yourself.
[Boyd clicks off and looks frustratingly down the street before returning to the van. Inside, Cyrl jumps nervously as Boyd opens the door.]
Boyd: The crew’s access point to the vault. Where is is?
Cyril: Uh, a security office.
[Boyd hands him a pen and a pad]
Boyd: Draw me a map.
Cyril: The place is a maze! I… I don’t remember.
Boyd: Try.
Cyril: How?
Boyd: As if your life depended on it.
[Cyril begins to draw]
[Cut to Adelle’s office]
Dominic: We believe, with the right equipment, you could get inside the building through the roof.
Sierra/Taffy: Oh, sweetie. Equipment’s not the issue. The Gray Hour is going to end in nine minutes. We won’t even make it out of the parking garage.
[Sierra goes to make herself a drink]
But if this Echo chick is as good as you say, brain fry aside, I don’t need to get inside. All I need is a phone.
[Cut to the vault. Echo is now sitting next to the increasingly paling Walton.]
Echo: I like sky.
Walton: Yeah, the blue kind. You mentioned.
[We see a painting of a mountain landscape]
Echo: That’s a mountain.
Walton: Yep.
Echo: What’s my name?
Walton: Taffy.
Echo: When I’m there, my name is something else.
Walton: Hand me that bag.
[He indicates the bag behind them. She places the bag next to him. He goes through it with bloody hands]
Echo: What are you looking for?
Walton: A way out of here.
[Echo picks up a canister. She hooks her finger in the loop at the top. Walton carefully takes it from her.]
Walton (sternly): Not to play with.
[He sticks it in his pocket. Vitas’ voice comes from somewhere]
Vitas: There’s an air duct back here. He’s gonna find a way out of here.
Walton: Vitas isn’t gonna open that door.
[Walton is taking a vial and syringe out if a case]
Walton: And I’m not gonna open that door. And you’re definitely not gonna open that door.
[He points to his computer, indicating the guards]
Walton: They are gonna open the door.
[Echo looks at the screen]
Walton: They’re gonna take us to prison.
Echo: What’s prison?
Walton: It’s a place with no sky.
[Echo looks to the picture of the mountain]
Walton: We’re bad guys. When bad guys get caught, we don’t get to see sky.
[He sticks the needle into the vial, drawing the liquid up]
Echo: I’m a bad guy?
Walton: You… are a talking cucumber. And I’m…
[He prepares to stick himself with whatever nastiness is inside that needle]
Walton: …too broken to fix.
[Vitas’ hand descends into frame, grabbing the needle away]
Vitas: Oh, no, no, no, no. You don’t get to take the easy way out! I’m lifting the no-kill order.
[He gets a gun out of his own bag]
Vitas: When those doors open… we’re shooting our way out.
[Go to black]
[Open on Topher arm resting defeatedly against the railing as he sits on the floor in his office]
Topher: Yumia Takahashi.
[His eyes open wide and he looks a little possessed]
Ivy: You think he’s one of the prongs in the mutli-pronged conspiracy.
Topher: He’s always gunning for my job. He loves the beach.
Ivy: Here.
[Ivy hand him a soda (or some form of foodstuff) and sits down next to him]
Ivy: You really think a programmer in Tokyo is going to remote-wipe Echo in Los Angeles to steal your job?
Topher: He shows DeWitt his mad skills, suddenly Topher’s no longer “Number One Son.”
Ivy: Echo could die. That is not a plan for career advancement.
Topher: Anyway, Takahashi’s a hack. There’s only one person I know who could achieve a remote wipe. And he’s dead.
[Cut to Sierra/Taffy calling Echo]
Sierra/Taffy: You know, this only works if she answers.
Adelle: Dial again. Keep dialing.
Dominic: I’d like to go over the plan again.
Sierra/Taffy: Nervous Nellie. He’s actually kinda sweet. Okeydoke. The vault door contains a whole mess of glass re-lockers. If somebody, me say, drills through the door from the inside, the glass breaks. Presto, alarm goes off, whole other mess of locks are released. No getting out.
Dominic: You bypass the glass.
Sierra/Taffy: Resin. Makes it crack rather than shatter. If you do it right. Well, this is about to be a giant anticlimax. Ten, nine, eight…
Adelle: Dial again.
[Dialing yet again]
Sierra/Taffy: …seven, six, five…
[Cut to the vault. Vitas is looking at his watch.]
Vitas: Four, three…
Echo: Two?
Vitas: One. It’s over.
Echo: I don’t like this room anymore. Where are the better rooms?
[Echo realizes something]
Echo: I have something in my pocket.
[She reaches in and pulls out her phone. She shows it to Walton.]
Echo: Look.
[Cut to Adelle’s office]
Adelle: It’s over.
Sierra/Taffy: It’s almost over. The security system’s going back online one device at a time. The vault door, then the heat sensors, then the motion detectors.
Echo (over phone): Hello?
Sierra/Taffy: If I can get the vault door open before the motion detectors reactivate, we’re all good.
[Sierra/Taffy sticks the phone in its dock, converting it to speakerphone]
Sierra/Taffy: Is this the chowderhead?
[Echo]
Echo: I don’t know.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Clearly, yes.
[Vault]
Sierra/Taffy: Here’s the dealio. I can get you out of that vault if you do exactly as I say.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Can you do that?
[Vault]
Echo: I think so.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Underwhelming, but let’s give it a go. You should be carrying a vial of resin.
[Vault]
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Bra’s a good place.
[Vault, where Echo feels our her bra. She comes out with a vial. The other two look at each other.]
Echo: I have it!
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Then you’ve also got a nozzle thingy tucked into your boot.
[Vault, where Echo feels into her boot]
Sierra/Taffy: Lipstick-like.
Echo: Yes!
Sierra/Taffy: Screw one thingy onto the other thingy, and you’re gonna need a drill.
Echo (to others): She says we need a drill.
Vitas: Who’s “she”?
Walton: I don’t know. But I’d give Taffy the drill.
[Vitas, pissed off, goes to get the drill]
Echo: This is fun. Are you having fun?
[Vitas hands her the drill]
Dominic (?): No.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Go to the door.
[Vault]
Sierra/Taffy: You’ll want both hands.
[Echo puts the phone down and goes to the vault. Vitas picks up the phone and puts it on speaker.]
Sierra/Taffy: On three, start drilling into the door. Doesn’t matter where.
Echo: Ready.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: I’m going to close my eyes and pray to God…
[Vault]
Sierra/Taffy: …that when I say stop, you will stop.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: One... two…
[Vault, on drill]
Sierra/Taffy: …three… drill.
[Echo drills for s second]
Sierra/Taffy: And stop. Spray the resin into the hole—three squirts.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Count ‘em out.
[Vault, Echo squirts the resin]
Echo: One, two, three.
Sierra/Taffy: Put the drill on the hole. Turn it on. Now this is the important part.
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Do not move your hand.
[Vault. Echo has the drill in positon.]
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Don’t think about it. Do it.
[Vault. Echo looks worried. She turns to Vitas. He raises his eyebrows encouragingly. She drills. We get shots of tense faces on both sides. Echo drills and the drill punctures through. The alarm blares and the lights go dark.]
Echo: Is that good?
Sierra/Taffy: Chowderhead!
[Office]
Sierra/Taffy: Talk to me. (to Adelle and Dominic) This wouldn’t have happened if you didn’t give my job away.
Dominic: What’s the police response time?
Sierra/Taffy: Seven minutes. Guards inside, less. Six minutes, fifteen seconds less.
[Vault. Vitas is all up in Echo’s face.]
Vitas: You stupid bitch!
[He slaps his hands against the vault nest to her head, breaking the phone]
[In the office there is static over the speaker. Adelle and Dominic seem to flinch in unison. Adelle steps forward.]
Adelle: Taffy. Thank you for your services.
[Adelle extends her hand]
Sierra/Taffy: That’s it?
Adelle: Mr, Dominic will take you down for your treatment.
[Sierra/Taffy grabs the briefcase and begins to walk out]
Sierra/Taffy: Thanks for the cash. Good luck with the girl.
Dominic: I’ll notify Boyd. He may have to neutralize her.
Adelle: No. I’m beginning to suspect he hasn’t the proper distance. Send down for Ramirez and Hutchins. Put them on standby.
[Adelle feels she should sit down]
Dominic: I’m sorry.
Adelle: Me, too.
[Dominic leaves]
[Topher enters the imprint lab. Sierra is handing Dominic her briefcase full of money.]
Sierra/Taffy: Don’t go anywhere with that. I’ve got my eye on you.
[She gets into the chair]
Topher (to Dominic): Echo?
[Dominic doesn’t say anything he shakes his head ever so slightly and looks down. Topher looks devastated. He hurries into his work wiping Sierra.]
Topher: This may pinch.
[The machine switches on and she gasps]
[Cut to the computer screen in the vault]
Walton: The guards are closing in.
[Vitas is stacking stuff, making a barricade for them to hide behind]
Walton (to Echo): Remember, your hands go over your head.
[She does so]
Echo: Okay. Why?
Walton: ‘Cause you don’t want the guards to put a bullet in your chest.
Vitas: Don’t listen to him. Take this.
[He hands her gun]
Vitas: Get up. Point it at the bad guys and you squeeze the trigger.
Echo: Aren’t we the bad guys?
Vitas: Down.
[He has led her to get down by the barricade]
Vitas: Remember what I told you? You get broken or you do the breaking.
[The vault door opens and guards can be heard on the other side. They guards take their positions, guns at the ready.]
Gurad: Come out slowly! Let me see your hands! Let’s go!
Vitas: Start shooting… now… or I shoot you.
[Vitas points the gun at Echo, who really has no idea what is going on]
[Go to black]
[Open on Vitas and Echo behind the barricade]
Echo: I’d like to go now.
Gurad: Let’s see your hands! There’s no way out! Drop the weapon!
[Between shots of Vitas and Echo and the guards, there is one shot of Walton, peaking up over his box-of-support, looking worriedly at Echo]
Vitas: Do it.
Guard: Building perimeter is locked down! Hands on your head!
[Echo looks down and sees the still-loaded syringe in the bag nest to her]
Vitas: Do it now! What are you waiting for? Do it!
[Echo stabs the syringe into the back of his neck. He screams and falls, opening fire on the guards. This starts an all out gun battle between himself and the guards. Echo goes to Walton, who is lying on the floor for his own safety. He hurts.]
Walton: Around the corner…
[He pulls the canister from his pocket]
Walton: You can get out.
[Walton stands up with great effort and throws the can of gas into the guards.]
[Cut to Boyd walking out of the van, map in hand. He begins running.]
[More shots of Vitas shooting everything. We go to Echo.]
Walton: Go. Go now; they won’t be able to see you.
[Echo isn’t leaving]
[Cut to Boyd cutting through the kitchen of the hotel]
[Cut to the smoky passage]
[Cut to Boyd running down the stairs to the Gerry the security guard’s office. He shoots the keypad and enters. He sees the hole in the wall. Coming through it is Echo, carrying Walton.]
Boyd: Are you okay?
Echo: He’s broken. Can we fix him?
Boyd: We’ll try.
[She passes Walton to Boyd, who throws him over his shoulder]
Echo: I’m not broken.
Boyd: No, you’re not. Come on. Let’s get out of here.
[They exit, Echo looking back at the hole]
[Establishing shot of Paul’s house]
[Lubov/Victor is looking by the window when Paul opens the door]
Lubov/Victor: What took you so long? There’s a car out there. Two guys, motor on, fifteen minutes at least.
[Paul and Lubov/Victor are in the kitchen, Paul is filling a tea kettle with water.]
Paul: This is west Hollywood. Two guys in an idling car isn’t news.
Lubov/Victor: So, who am I gonna be? Uh, John Smith, maybe? (puts on an accent) I got a good American accent.
Paul: You’re gonna be Anton Lubov.
[Paul continues milling about the kitchen]
Lubov/Victor: I d- I don’t get it.
Paul: I may have misled you about the “me helping you.” I needed you to stay put while I put you front and center on every “be on the lookout” list from here to New York. If you try to leave Los Angeles by plane, train, or automobile, the FBI is going to be all over you. We won’t be discreet. I’ll personally deop you off at the Borodins’ doorstep, make sure they know we’re friends.
Lubov/Victor: Are you crazy? You want me to die?
Paul: I don’t want you to die, but if you do, there’s a lot to learn from a dead body. I know how the Russians kill. I know their favorite weapons. I know where to look for bruises. I know which body parts they like to chop off and what message they want a body to send.
Lubov/Victor: I tried to help you.
Paul: If your body turns up and tells a different story, well, then that’ll give me information, too.
[He indicates that Lubov/Victor make his way to the door]
Lubov/Victor: The FBI doesn’t work like that.
[Paul opens the door]
Lubov/Victor: You ca- you can’t do this!
[Lubov/Victor stands in the doorway in front of Paul, who’s holding open the door]
Paul: I’m a screw-up, remember? My CI shows up dead, nobody’s gonna blink. Nobody’s gonna care.
Lubov/Victor: You put on your mean face, act tough, but you will care, Agent Ballard. That’s your problem.
[Lubov/Victor leaves and Paul shuts the door behind him]
[Cut to Echo in the imprint chair. She’s gasps as she gets wiped, images of her time in the vault as Echo passing by us in reverse order. She rises up in the chair.]
Topher: Hello, Echo. How are you feeling?
Echo: Did I fall asleep?
[Cut to Adelle’s office. The piece of the bloody flippin’ Parthenon is on the table between Dominic and Adelle.]
Adelle: Michelangelo believed his sculptures already existed inside the marble, waiting to be freed. We should get this to our clients’ first thing in the morning.
Dominic: And the antiquities expert? They can have him, too.
[Dominic takes the bit o’Parthenon with him and opens to the door to reveal Topher on the other side. Topher walks in as Dominic walks out, shutting the door. Adelle gets herself a drink.]
Topher: So… I put Echo through every test I could think of, which is a lot. The remote wipe didn’t do any permanent damage, so… phew.
Adelle: Whatever happened… in Echo’s head in that vault—it’s gone?
Topher: She’s fresh as morning dew. No pesky human evolution bits lingering around.
Adelle: Well done. I believe Victor has completed his debriefing. He’s ready to be wiped.
[Adelle sits down. Topher stands across from her and leans in (still at a safe distance) and whispers.]
Topher: It was Alpha, wasn’t it? Nobody else could come even close to pulling off a remote wipe. He’s alive. He’s out there.
[Adelle pushes a form across to Topher]
Adelle: You’ll need to sign and initial at the bottom.
[Topher takes a moment. Steps back and points at it.]
Topher: Is this…? Am I fired?
Adelle: I’m upping your security clearance.
Topher: Does that mean… I’m right? Alpha’s alive? He’s out there? But after the… incident, you told us security tracked him down and, you know…
[He mimes cutting one’s head off]
Adelle: Our influence in substantial, but Alpha, with his gifts—gifts we gave him—finding him, confining him—we’re not all-powerful.
Topher: I’m scared. I’m scared like a little girl.
[Adelle indicates the form]
Adelle: Sign and initial at the bottom.
[Topher grabs the pen]
Adelle: I’ll tell you what I know about Alpha. You’ll tell me how he did this and how we can keep him from ever doing it again.
[Cut to the Doll’s level. A woman is giving a Doll a massage. Echo is walking through happily. We cut to her in a bathing suit, diving into a narrow indoor pool. She swims a few strokes before sinking to the bottom, opening her eyes and holding her legs loosely to her chest. Cut to her in the shower. She finishes and grabs a towel. She passes Sierra on the way out. They smile at each other. She walks to the vanity area where there are several sinks with mirrors. The mirror is all fogged up. Echo draws a remedial copy of the broken-faced Picasso over her own face and then wipes it away, revealing her own face. She looks serious.]
[All the little pictures, this time the main one being her face, take us to black]
Grr. Argh.
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