The Day After

EXT. DAWN.

THE FIRST LIGHT OF DAY IS STREAKING OVER THE HORIZON. THERE’S SMOKE RISING FROM, WELL, EVERYWHERE.

ECU SD’S PROFILE.

HIS EYES OPEN.

MS AS HE SITS UP.

HE’S ON THE HOOD OF THE BUGGY. HE’S A MESS. DIRT ALL OVER HIS CLOTHES. HIS FACE ONLY SLIGHTLY CLEANER, LOOKING LIKE HE ONLY HAD ENOUGH WATER TO SPLASH HIS FACE ONCE, AND NOTHING TO DRY IT OFF.

HE LOOKS AROUND TO REGAIN HIS BEARINGS.

WS AND CAMERA TRACKS UP. SD IS A FEW BLOCKS AWAY ON THE ROOF OF A PARKING LOT OVERLOOKING THE CARNAGE FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE. THE SYNDICATE BUILDING IN COMPLETE RUIN, STILL SMOLDERING FROM HIS AND DKD’S HANDYWORK.

SD
That was one hell of a party…
HE WASN’T SPEAKING TO ANYONE, SO HE WAS A BIT SURPRISED WHEN A FAMILIAR VOICE RESPONDS.

VOICE
Yeah, it was.
SD TURNS AROUND AND DRAWS HIS GUN. DESPITE THE MESS SD’S IN, THE GUN IS IMPECCABLY CLEAN.

ECU OF THE MUZZLE OF THE GUN. FOCUS ON SD’S FACE. RAGE IN HIS EYES.

WS. OVERHEAD. SD IS STANDING 20 FEET FROM THE VOICE. THE WOMAN. HER HAIR OBSCURES HER FACE. SHE’S WEARING ALL BLACK. SD CLEARLY KNOWS WHO IT IS, AND HE’S NOT FUCKING AROUND.

WOMAN
I’m sorry.
SD
So am I.

WOMAN
I had a job to do. But…

SD
Lemme guess, your feelings were “real”?

WOMAN
I’m sure there’s nothing that I can say that will convince you. But….

SD
But?

WOMAN
You might want to pick that up, its important.

ECU OF SD’S FACE. HIS EYES OPEN, HE SITS UP. HIS PHONE IS RINGING. HE’S ON THE HOOD OF THE BUGGY. THE SUN STARTING TO PEAK OVER THE HORIZON. HIS PHONE STOPS RINGING. HE LOOKS AROUND, JUST TO MAKE SURE SHE’S NOT REALLY THERE. HIS HEAD DROPS, A SMILE ON HIS FACE. HE SEEMS AMUSED, BUT YOU NEVER KNOW. HIS PHONE RINGS AGAIN.

HE ANSWERS, ALREADY KNOWING WHO IT IS.

SD
Sup dude?
DKD
You still near the building?

SD
Yeah.

DKD
Get the fuck out.

CU OF SD. HE LETS OUT A LIGHT SIGH. NOW HE’S JUST ANNOYED.

SD
Fuck dude, I thought we were done?
DKD
Yeah, thought so too.

SD
Hey, where’s ‘Tonette? Bitch still has my ride.

DKD
I’m with her. Go find someplace to go. We’ll come get you.

SD
Aight…

SD HANGS UP THE PHONE AND TAKES ANOTHER RESIGNED SIGH. HE WALKS OVER TO THE BUGGY AND TAKES ONE MORE LOOK AT THE MESS THEY MADE.

SEVERAL PLANES FLY OVERHEAD. THEY START CIRCLING THE AREA. ONE OF THEM STOPS AND TURNS DIRECTLY TOWARDS SD.

SD
Fuckin aye…
HE HOPS INTO THE BUGGY AND TAKES OFF.

WS OF THE BUGGY DRIVING DOWN EACH FLOOR OF THE PARKING LOT. ALL THE PLANES ARE NOW CIRCLING THE BUILDING, HOVERING IN STRATEGIC POSITIONS.

MS OF THE PARKING LOT EXIT. A PLANE HOVERS DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF IT.

LOW SHOT JUST BELOW AND BEHIND THE SHIP, THE EXIT GATE IN THE BACKGROUND. THEN A CRASH AND A SHOWER OF CONCRETE.

PULL OUT AS THE BUGGY COMES FLYING OUT OF THE FLOOR ABOVE THE EXIT. IT LANDS DIRECTLY ON TOP OF THE PLANE, FORCING IT DOWN INTO THE GROUND. THE BUGGY DOESN’T STOP. IT HITS THE GROUND AND TAKES OFF LIKE A BAT OUT OF HELL.

WS OF THE OPEN STREET, STILL BARELY LIT BY THE MORNING SUN. ITS ONLY OCCUPANT IS A BUGGY SCREAMING DOWN THE STREET, FOLLOWED BY A SMALL FLEET OF PLANES.

CUT TO BLACK.

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