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Imperial Odyssey - The Currency of Information

Written by  Jeffery Rowan
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Roll credits over:

EXT.

Depths of space dense with stars Camera very slowly pans right during all credits As last credit fades camera stops as As bow of spaceship appears camera right Continue camera rolling to:

EXT.

Depths of space dense with stars A spaceship slides past stationary camera from right. Looms large on screen, lite apparently by distant moonlight and glint of sunlight on closest details, showing minute details as it slides past the camera slowly no navigation lights of any sort can be seen on the ship. A huge viewport appears and side of Sandra's face (no hat), illuminated by multicolor lights, seen through the viewport puts the ship into perspective. a solo Trisalien FTL with huge FTL drive pushing a miniature cockpit barely large enough to hold (Tloyd) Sandra.

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Internal FTL Ship

Wide shot encompassing entire cockpit. (Blips and high pitch bleeps dominate the deep roar of the FTL drive) [Multicolored monitors illuminate Sandra's face Sandra is looking bored and occasionally flipping a switch]

SANDRA

(with disgust) Damn those Trisalien's short legs. These leg cramps are never going to go away. But at least I'm difficult to pick up on scanners.

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Internal looking out forward

View out of front viewport of Sandra's ship White full moon looming large in foreground Background small planet with small arc light The rest is blocked by the moon's shadow.

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Close-up of Sandra

SANDRA

[a small smile on her face] Elysian. It's about time, baby. About time.

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Wide shot of spaceship Only stars in the background As flame blasts from aft of engine And increasing speed the spaceship travels camera left and off screen. Fade to black: [Traffic noise]

Fade in to:

Exterior

Toward evening Shot across a busy street at a brown door of a holein- the-wall bar with small, cheap Christmas lights around. Above is a neon sign of woman sitting in a martini glass and Chinese lettering, also in neon.

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Interior Barroom

Steady-cam slowly moves past crowded bar showing multiple races and odd looking drinks. Bits and pieces of conversation can be heard (Not all in English). Camera proceeds toward a back corner random people passing in front of camera. Camera halts at a person sitting in a large booth alone looking down. All that can be seen is the top of a fedora hat and flowing bright blond hair hanging down from it and two hands on a rocks glass with a small amount of amber liquid at the bottom and filled to the brim with ice cubes.

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(Reverse) Three-shot with back of hat in foreground

One short human with bulbous and crooked nose wearing an ill-fitting spacesuit with multiple repair patches unzipped to the waist revealing the top half of a filthy union suit. Behind him two tall human goons in old t-shirts look like they were recruited in some near-by alley.

NOSE

[In a pseudo Brooklyn accent] I've been looking for some dude named Lenny. I heard you might know where I can find this individual.

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Close-up of Fedora

Fedora hat slowly lifts to reveal a blond-headed Sandra.

SANDRA

You found her.

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Reverse now top of hat in foreground

Nose looks nervous and looks at his cohorts for help. None is forthcoming.

NOSE

I was expecting a guy.

SANDRA

[dripping with sarcasm] And I was expecting a professional.

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Close-up of Sandra Sandra maintains a hard look as she looks them up and down.

NOSE

[still uncomfortable] I can get information from youse?

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Close-up of Nose

SANDRA

For a price. [matter-of-factly] Providing you can show me the money first. Truthfully you look like you don't have a ducat between you.

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Shot of Sandra over Nose's right shoulder

NOSE

A du what?

SANDRA

[with disgust] Never mind. Have a seat [pause] gentlemen. [Sandra motions with her left arm to the bench seat across from her. Her right hand is now in her lap.]

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Three-shot of goons from above Sandra's fedora

[Sandra shaking her head. The three vie for their positions in the booth. Nose eventually winning the outside seat and smiles his distorted version of a friendly smile at Sandra]

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Close-up of Sandra

SANDRA

Okay. What kind of information are you looking for and what kind of cash are you willing to part with?

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Close-up of Nose

NOSE

The Limidis Military Base.

SANDRA

[quickly] that's a big subject. What do you want to know? Its location I can give you that for free or you could look that up in an almanac. Come on out with it. I don't have all day.

NOSE

[Looking sourly] Give me a break, lady. I hear they are launching a new satellite out our way. We need to know why, how big, and how many marines are going to be deployed.

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Close-up of Sandra

SANDRA

First of all, where is "out our way"? And second of all, what's your interest?

NOSE

I'm not stupid you know. [Sandra raises her eyebrows] I won't give you free information you can sell to the next guy who comes along.

SANDRA

So. What? We are at a stand still? [pause] Go away! I've had enough of your stench.

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Wide-shot on Sandra

[Sandra waves at them like she is shooing a fly]

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Shot of entire table

[Waitress in short skirt and displaying her silicone implants enters camera right leans toward the men to ensure they get a good view while placing napkins in front of them] Waitress: Can I get something for you to drink, boys?

NOSE

[waving her away] three beers. We're busy. Waitress: You got it. [exits camera right]

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Close-up on Nose

NOSE

Okay. Jius Kor is our interest.

SANDRA

I've been told that planet was uninhabited.

NOSE

Looks can be deceiving. I guess you don't have all the information.

SANDRA

I do now. [Nose gives a look of frustration]

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Wide-shot on Sandra

SANDRA

[holds out her left hand and rubs her thumb and forefinger together] Money talks, guys.

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Shot of entire table

[Sandra watches carefully as nose lays bill after bill onto the table. Nose hesitates. Sandra shakes her head almost imperceptibly. Nose rolls his eyes and lays bills down slower and slower. Once she is pleased with the total, Sandra grabs the stack with her left hand and makes the money disappear]

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Close-up on Sandra

SANDRA

Okay guys. The Zintonian Government is concerned about its borders. Not just in this area, but around the boundaries of their empire. They are setting up Marine satellites. Most of them are only big enough to handle a single large ship entering illegally. Any more ships than that and they plan to scramble their fastest frigates, all of which are on alert, to create blockades while the heavy stuff lumber their way to the point of attack. Standard defensive arrangements, right?

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Wide-shot on Nose

[Nose tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders]

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Wide-shot on Sandra

SANDRA

[Sandra leans in closer] That is true for their entire border except for our particular quadrant. I suspect they have intel on an import of eightythousand anti-Zintonian troops who are hiding below ground on Jius Kor. So they are launching a satellite large enough to handle that group with hundreds of offensive weapons mounted on board. They are planning to move it out well beyond their declared border. Three guesses what planet they will be near to.

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Three-shot on goons

[All three, having leaned in to hear Sandra, sit up at the same time with shock on their faces]

NOSE

Jius Kor is top secret information! How in the world did you get that stuff?

SANDRA

I wouldn't be much of a dealer in information if I didn't collect information, now would I?

NOSE

How much for you to forget that stuff about Jius Kor?

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Close-up on Sandra

SANDRA

What stuff?

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Close-up on Nose

NOSE

The stuff about eighty-É

SANDRA

[interrupting] ShhhhhhÉ I know what you mean. Consider it forgotten, moron.

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Wide-shot on Sandra

NOSE

I don't know if that's gonna be good enough. We are going to need absolute secrecy as far as our operations are concerned. [Sandra frowns deeply]

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Shot of entire table

[All three goons draw weapons above the table and try to aim them at Sandra] (Sound of multiple loud gunshots) (Flashes coming from Sandra's lap)

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Three-shot of goons with fedora in the foreground

[All three goons fall forward simultaneously, dead]

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Close-up of Sandra

SANDRA

[smugly] Another successful transaction. This planet could reap me a gold mine as long as my clients don't continue to commit suicide by Lenny.

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Shot of entire table

[Waitress returns camera right with tray of beers taking hesitant steps as a thick fog of gun smoke rises from the table] [Sandra tosses a large stack of bills on the table while standing up]

SANDRA

Sorry about the mess. [Exits camera right]

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Close-up of Waitress

[Waitress's eyes wide mouth hangs open]

THREE COUNT, THEN:

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