========================================================================== 27 - ORDINARY WORLD 2047 Team ========================================================================== Timeline: SeaQuest 2047 Author's E-Mail: schiller@mgl.ca (E-Mail contact) ========================================================================== AUTHOR'S NOTES: Subject: seaQuest 2047/season 2/episode 10/"Ordinary World"/Teaser A note to those who get this via my address book rather than the mailing list...the mailing list *is* functional, so you can give it a try again. The address is seaquest_2047@midnight.postino.com In your subject line, put subscribe. In the body, subscribe seaquest_2047 your@email. And now...on with the show! seaQuest 2047 "Ordinary World" By Rachel Brody & Eric Sipple Sunday, January 25, 1998 Publication Draft Based on "seaQuest DSV" and "seaQuest 2032". TEASER OPEN ON PHILADELPHIA CITY STREET It's pouring rain. Ensign Rebecca Trueman and Lieutenant J.G. Tom Reede, wearing civvies, are walking, and she's holding a newspaper over her head to try and keep dry. Reede is checking street signs against a calculator-sized electronic map, and Trueman doesn't look like she's enjoying herself. TRUEMAN (aggravated) Tom, would you just _ask_? REEDE (off the map, shakes his head) Look, I can find this... TRUEMAN (snaps) No you can't. We've been wandering around looking for Roy's Steakhouse for the past four hours. It is _raining_, Tom, I'm soaking wet and cold and if you don't ask someone who knows their way around this city, I'm going to hail a cab and go back to my room! (beat, sarcastic) This really inspires confidence in me to know that the helmsman of the UEO's flagship can't read a map. Reede checks the map again. REEDE Underwater's different. (beat, pointing down a side street) This way. Trueman looks warily down the street, which isn't much more than a glorified alley. TRUEMAN (flatly) It isn't that way. REEDE (looks up at her, insulted look) I know that, but it's a _shortcut_. Trueman gets a furious look on her face. TRUEMAN We've been down _eight_ shortcuts so far, Tom! This is ridiculous! Reede turns back to look at her. REEDE Becca-- TRUEMAN Don't "Becca" me. (looks over her shoulder as a cab whizzes by) I'm calling a cab. REEDE But-- Trueman ignores him, marches to the sidewalk, and sticks her arm out for a cab. Reede walks over to her. REEDE Look, Becca, you agreed to go to dinner with me tonight...is a little rain really going to kill you? TRUEMAN (snaps) I might catch pneumonia, in which case, yeah, it would. (beat) If I ever agree to go out with you again--and believe me, that's a pretty big "if"--remind me that you cannot follow a map for three blocks without getting lost, okay? A cab stops. Trueman opens the door and climbs in. REEDE Becca! Trueman glares at him, then yanks the door shut and climbs in. The cab pulls away, leaving Reede by himself, watching it drive off. CUT TO PHILADELPHIA BACHELOR OFFICERS' QUARTERS Trueman's darkened room as she opens the door. The place is fairly tidy. She looks around, then sighs. TRUEMAN (to herself) And it was supposed to be such a nice evening... She flips the television on, to a shot of UEO Defense Minister Andrew Langson giving a speech. She doesn't bother turning up the volume. Her face clearly shows her lack of interest in whatever he might be saying. TRUEMAN Like I want to watch _him_... She smacks the button to turn the television off, then sighs and moves to the phone, looking over a menu for takeout Chinese food. After a moment, she shakes her head. TRUEMAN Maybe I should just get some sleep... Without bothering to change out of her clothes, she sinks onto her bed, curls up, and falls asleep. CUT TO EXTERIOR, BOQ We see that, although this building is used to house UEO officers temporarily, the building is quite nondescript and carries no special signs or other markings to identify it. Lights begin to come on in various windows as the sky gradually lightens behind the building. It's morning. CUT TO TRUEMAN'S ROOM Daylight illuminates the room as we hold a closeup on Trueman's face. A knock sounds at the door. Her eyes open and she blinks a couple times. Another knock. REEDE (from the hall) Becca? You in there? Trueman makes a face as she pushes herself up, and the camera pulls back a little while she walks over to the door. She checks herself in the mirror, frowning at her reflection. TRUEMAN Great... She pulls the door open to reveal a smiling Tom Reede, a grocery bag in each arm. Her expression changes from one of annoyance to one of shock as Reede walks by her, puts the bags on the desk, and starts unpacking. REEDE (as he unpacks) Hungry? Trueman walks across the room so she's standing just behind him. TRUEMAN Yeah, I guess...Tom, what are you doing here? Reede shrugs. REEDE Figured you'd want some breakfast... He turns around, smoothly kissing her cheek. Startled, Trueman allows this for a few seconds before she realizes what's happening. As soon as she does, she goes stiff, pulls away, and stares at him. Reede looks at her, a little surprised by her reaction. TRUEMAN (staring) Tom--? REEDE (confused expression) Becca, is everything all right? TRUEMAN (licks her lips nervously) Yeah, I... (off the food, to change the topic) What's that for? REEDE (shrugs) Like I said, I thought you might be hungry. He offers her a single-serve-size bottle of orange juice, which she takes. She picks up a bagel and takes a bite of it, then sips the juice. TRUEMAN Yeah...thanks. She looks at him a moment, then takes another bite of the bagel, and her finger brushes her cheek. She swallows, wondering... TRUEMAN Tom...I'm sorry about last night... (beat) Look...you want to go for a walk or something? Reede seems only to hear the second part, and grins. REEDE Yeah, I'd love to. Trueman smiles, and moves to get her jacket, forgetting that she hasn't even changed clothes. Reede watches her, looking pretty pleased about how the morning's shaping up. TRUEMAN (returns with her jacket) Shall we go, then? Reede leans over to kiss her again. Trueman is slightly flustered, but in a good way, and she allows it this time. Then they leave. As the door closes, we... FADE TO OPENING CREDITS END TEASER =========================== PART 1 ===================================== ACT ONE FADE IN TO CITY SIDEWALK Trueman and Reede are walking, arm in arm. The sun is out and there's a nice breeze, and they seem to be enjoying each other's company. Trueman is even going so far as to lean against Reede a little, apparently having forgiven him for the previous night. Reede has an arm around her, and doesn't look like he's that surprised by her reaction. They pass by a newsstand. Trueman disengages herself to walk over and look at the papers, and Reede follows. REEDE Looking for anything in particular? Trueman shakes her head, eyes scanning the pages, running over headlines. She picks up one paper, the front page of which reads: "Langson Attends Talks With Ross", but doesn't bother reading the rest of the page. Meanwhile, Reede walks over to a sign posted on one side of the stand. REEDE Hey, this looks interesting... Trueman wanders over to look with him. It's a poster for a showing of "Jekyll & Hyde: The Musical". She shrugs. TRUEMAN Jekyll and Hyde? Seems sort of juvenile... Reede shakes his head and looks over at her. REEDE Not at all...I was an extra when my high school put it on, my freshman year...the girl who played Lucy had the most amazing voice. There's a moment of silence. TRUEMAN (looking at him) You're into theater? (beat, then quickly) I mean, I know you listen to CDs with Morgan every once in a while, but... She trails off and keeps looking at him as Reede shrugs. REEDE Passing interest. TRUEMAN (nods) Funny...I'd see you as more the kind of guy who'd join drama club to pick up girls. REEDE Not at all. (grins) That's what choir was for. He looks at her for a moment, then back at the poster. REEDE You want to go see it? Trueman nods. TRUEMAN I think I'd like that. If they still have tickets... REEDE We're on leave for another two days, I don't see how they could be completely sold out... (beat) Let me ask this guy how to get to the nearest ticket outlet, okay? Trueman looks a little surprised, but nods. Reede moves over to talk to the newsstand guy, then comes back a few moments later. REEDE He said it was a few blocks south of here. TRUEMAN Walk? Reede nods. They begin walking in the direction of the ticket office. CUT TO TICKET OFFICE It has clouded over a bit while they walked, and Reede holds the door open for Trueman as they walk into the building and up to the desk. There's a high-school age teenager at the counter, wearing all black, with a pierced nose and a goatee. His name tag reads: "My Name Is DERIC, How May I Help You?" His attitude is a stark contrast to the tag. DERIC Yeah? Reede and Trueman exchange glances, then Reede looks at Deric, pulling out his wallet. REEDE Yeah...I'd like to get two tickets to a showing of "Jekyll & Hyde". Nice seats. Deric shrugs, then hits a few keys on the computer, and holds his hand out for Reede's credit card. DERIC (sounding bored) Tickets are non-refundable and non-transferrable, and you gotta present legal ID if you're gonna use a major credit card. Reede pulls out his UEO ID card, and passes it over. REEDE No problem. Deric shrugs and starts to run the card through the machine, then scoffs and looks up across the counter at Reede. DERIC This some kinda joke, mister? Reede gives him a confused look. REEDE Not that I'm aware of...something wrong? DERIC ("duh" voice) Yeah, man, this card is invalid. He passes the card back to Reede, disgust evident in his expression and manner. DERIC Get lost, creep. Reede and Trueman exchange glances, both looking more than a bit offended by this treatment. REEDE (sticking the card back in his pocket) Yeah, whatever... (to Trueman) C'mon, Becca. Trueman shoots a killer look at Deric as they walk out. CUT TO EXTERIOR TICKET OFFICE As they walk out. Trueman's muttering about what a jerk the kid was, but Reede looks pretty unfazed. REEDE Becca, chill. It's not a big deal. TRUEMAN (looks at him) Not a big deal?! Tom, either that kid was lying or else something's screwed up your ID card. Either way, we have problems. (beat) We should probably go back to the boat and have Percell run some checks... Reede shrugs. REEDE It can wait a day or two. Trueman looks at him for a moment, then shrugs and nods. TRUEMAN If you say so... (sighs) So, now I guess we're sort of stuck for something to do, aren't we. Reede nods. REEDE Looks like. They turn a corner, and Trueman bumps into someone walking by. TRUEMAN (murmurs) 'Scuse me... Reede's gaze follows the person as he walks away, and Trueman watches him. His expression turns to one of confusion. TRUEMAN What? REEDE (points) That... She follows his gaze, then her eyes widen as she sees a couple of Carolinan soldiers walking down the other side of the street. TRUEMAN What the hell...? REEDE (looks at her) I'm not hallucinating, am I? TRUEMAN Not unless you spiked the orange juice... Reede shakes his head, watching how the soldiers are just walking along without being questioned. Without warning, he grabs Trueman's arm and pulls her off the street, into a bookstore. CUT TO INTERIOR BOOKSTORE Trueman is resisting Reede's pull, but he doesn't let her go as he pulls her into a rear area of the store, near the Sci-Fi/Fantasy section. He watches over the bookshelf, out to the street for a moment. REEDE (without looking at her) Something's going on... TRUEMAN ("shocked") No, really. (beat) Look...maybe we should check in with the boat. Reede swallows, then nods. REEDE Yeah. Good idea. He pulls a PAL from his pocket and punches in a code. A few moments go by, with no response. He tries again. Still nothing. REEDE Weird.... TRUEMAN ("superior") Why don't you let the communications officer try it? She grabs the PAL from his hand and tries. There is still no response. TRUEMAN This _is_ weird. (beat, sighing) I guess we'll just have to _go_ to the boat. (beat) Except it's at least three miles... Reede nods, understanding where she's going. REEDE And after what happened at the ticket place... (shakes his head) We can walk. Trueman nods, and they leave the store. CUT TO PHILADELPHIA PORT Trueman is standing against the port authority building, waiting for Reede. She looks worried, keeps checking her watch. She walks over to a newspaper machine, deposits some coins, then starts to open the door to pull out a paper. It gets stuck halfway. TRUEMAN (quietly, annoyed) Damn it... She yanks the door and slides her hand in to grab the paper, getting dirty looks from a few people as they walk by. She gives the paper a final tug, pulling harder, and it comes out. Unfortunately, one edge catches and she tears it. TRUEMAN (more so) _Damn_ it! She sighs and walks over to a bench, where she sits and flips the paper open, skimming headlines. She breezes past a story about Langson, picking instead an article with a photo: "RESEARCH CENTER SACKED", then, in smaller letters beneath it: "HEAD OF STAFF SAYS RISKS MINIMAL". Her gaze lingers on the picture of the head of staff, and she starts reading the article. A few moments later, Reede walks up. TRUEMAN (still watching the page) Well? REEDE (shakes his head) They laughed at me. This elicits a response as Trueman's attention is jerked from the paper to him. TRUEMAN They what? Reede looks mystified. REEDE I walked up, asked them if the _seaQuest_ had changed berths or what, and they just...laughed at me. Trueman regards him skeptically, folding up her paper. REEDE (continuing) Said: "The last time the _seaQuest_ docked here, Captain Hunter--" TRUEMAN Captain _Hunter_?! Reede nods. REEDE I told them they were nuts, that the captain was Wolenczak and _seaQuest_ had been docked here for three days already. They asked to see my ID, so I showed them my UEO card, and the guy got this look on his face. He said I should get lost before he called the cops. Trueman is watching him, but her eyes slowly focus on something behind him, her expression turning to one of concern. TRUEMAN Tom... REEDE Yeah? TRUEMAN (quietly) He called the cops anyway. Reede glances behind himself and sees what she's talking about: a port authority employee, leading two armed Carolinan soldiers toward them. Trueman clears her throat and tucks the paper under her arm. TRUEMAN (still quietly) Maybe we should get going. Reede shakes his head and turns to face the soldiers as they walk up. REEDE No...I want to get this straightened out. The first soldier is about twenty-seven, and his name patch reads "Ltjg M Zeffer." The second is in his mid-thirties and his badge reads "LtCdr J Burns." Burns looks much more business-oriented than Zeffer, who seems to be rather bored with events. BURNS (to the port employee) This is him? Reede looks at the port employee, a dark-haired woman. WOMAN Yeah, this is him. BURNS (to the woman) Thank you, Ma'am. That's all, then. The woman nods and walks away as Zeffer looks Reede and Trueman over. BURNS (to Reede) Mister, would you mind showing us some identification? REEDE Actually, yeah. (beat) I'd also like to know what you two think you're doing in UEO territory. This provokes a startled look from Burns and Zeffer both, then Burns pulls out his gun and gestures for Reede to come with him. BURNS Crackpot routine isn't going to get you anywhere, Mister. (to Zeffer) Get his girlfriend. Trueman bristles at this description, but doesn't fight when Zeffer puts his gun on her and takes her by the arm. Both are led down the dock toward the port authority building. CUT TO INTERIOR, PORT AUTHORITY BUILDING Reede and Trueman are locked inside a room. Though it's furnished with a table and a few straight-backed chairs, Trueman is seated on the floor, and Reede is leaning against the door. The newspaper is spread out on the floor in front of Trueman, who's paging through the "Local" section. TRUEMAN (confused, in a sort of shock) This doesn't make any _sense_! Everything's talking about the Sovereign Earth Alliance--which seems to be made up of Macronesia and the Carolinans... (beat) There's no mention of the UEO or anything else... (looks up at him) Tom, whatever's going on, it's not just us. REEDE (looking down at the pages) Yeah, so I guessed... (beat) That doesn't help us much in here, though...did those two clowns even say when they were coming back? Trueman shakes her head. TRUEMAN Did you see anything strange when you went out this morning and got breakfast? REEDE (shakes his head) Not one. Some weird headlines, but I figured it was just because we'd been cooped up on the boat for so long. TRUEMAN (murmurs) Same here... The doorknob jiggles a little as a key is heard in the lock, and it's pushed open. Trueman stands and moves a little closer to Reede as Lieutenant Commander Mark Ridell walks in, carrying a large manila envelope. He's about fifty years old. He watches them carefully for a moment before taking a breath and nodding. RIDELL So. You kids got picked up at the dock? Trueman bristles at being called a "kid," but Reede puts a hand on her arm and nods. REEDE Yeah. Ridell reaches into the envelope and pulls out Reede's UEO ID card. RIDELL And you had this on you. REEDE (nods) Yessir. Ridell raises an eyebrow at the "Sir", but says nothing. RIDELL (off the ID) So your name is Thomas Andrew Reede, then? Reede just nods, and Ridell turns to look at Trueman. RIDELL And you? TRUEMAN Rebecca Trueman. Ridell nods again, not pressing for further answers. RIDELL What were you two doing, inquiring about the _seaQuest_? There's a moment of silence before Trueman speaks up. TRUEMAN (irritated) We're members of her crew. Ridell looks at her another moment, then shakes his head and looks over at Reede. Trueman looks uneasy with his reaction, but says nothing. REEDE (thinking quickly) We're in town for a couple days and thought it might be fun to go see the flagship. Ridell doesn't appear to be convinced. RIDELL With fake IDs? REEDE (shrugs) A friend of mine made it up, he wanted me to see if I could get in with it. Ridell's expression darkens. RIDELL You realize, you could be brought up on charges of treason. Reede's expression shifts to one of confusion. REEDE Treason?! RIDELL For posession of a UEO ID card and the attempt to impersonate a member of their military. REEDE But-- Ridell shakes his head. RIDELL No worries. You two look like a couple of okay kids to me, we'll let it slide this time. Just don't do it again. (beat) In town for a couple of days, you say? Together? Reede nods and pulls Trueman a little closer. REEDE Yeah. Ridell watches them a moment, then nods. RIDELL Take care of yourselves. Have fun. Trueman nods. RIDELL (smiles faintly) Now, get outta here before I change my mind. REEDE We're being released? Ridell nods, walks over, and opens the door. RIDELL Go right ahead. Trueman and Reede exchange quick glances, then, surprised at their luck, walk out, still a bit confused, but going with things for now. Once they're gone, Ridell walks over to the wall, and hits a few keys. A panel in the wall slides up, revealing a vidlink. Ridell quickly dials a number. A few seconds later, the guy on the other end picks up. His name is Rick Lancaster. He's about thirty, with sandy-blond hair and bright, friendly eyes. LANCASTER Yeah? Ridell's expression has shifted to one of annoyance. LANCASTER Sir? RIDELL (clears his throat) Those two kids I just let go? LANCASTER Yes, Sir? RIDELL I'd like someone to follow them. Lancaster looks confused. RIDELL I've got a feeling about those two...doesn't feel right. LANCASTER Then why didn't you detain them, Sir? RIDELL (grins) Because I think it'd be more worthwhile if we caught an entire resistance cell, instead of just two kids. Lancaster tries to hide a look of surprise, but isn't very successful. RIDELL (smiles at the look) Come on, Ricky-boy. You heard their story. You really think a couple of vacationing lovers are going to try something so stupid as passing themselves off as UEO soldiers? (beat) That girl we picked up last week _told_ us the resistance has been using UEO materials as passkeys. (thinks a moment) Which reminds me. There's got to be a reason why they flashed the port authority lady the card. Have someone run a check on the employees down there. Lancaster nods and hits a few keys. Ridell watches for a moment. RIDELL Ricky? LANCASTER (looks up) Yessir? RIDELL Ricky, I think you should be the one to watch those two. Lancaster looks surprised as Ridell laughs. RIDELL You don't think you can handle it? LANCASTER (quickly) Didn't say that, Sir. Just a little out of the ordinary. Ridell shakes his head. RIDELL Well, go do it. He reaches out and flips off the channel, then laughs a little. RIDELL (to himself) Out of the ordinary. Gods. CUT TO DOCK Trueman and Reede are just leaving the building, looking slightly dazed but no worse for wear from their questioning. Reede checks his watch, then sighs. REEDE Great...they had us a full four hours. Trueman shakes her head. TRUEMAN God, Tom, what is going _on_ here? (beat) That place was _crawling_ with Carolinans... (shakes her head) We need to find somebody who-- MAN (O.S., yells) Hey! Trueman breaks off as they turn to see Lancaster jogging toward them. He's in civvies, looking friendly and energetic, but with a hint of concern as well. The two wait for him to catch up to them, looking slightly suspicious. TRUEMAN Yeah? Lancaster looks her over, then does a once-over on Reede, then crosses his arms over his chest and shakes his head. LANCASTER That was nice work. REEDE (confused) "Work"? LANCASTER (nods) Getting away from the guards like that...out of questioning. (beat, explaining) I was talking to my girlfriend, she's a clerk. Saw you guys get brought in...what'd they do to you? TRUEMAN Do? REEDE To us? Lancaster looks at them for a moment, like they've dropped out of nowhere. LANCASTER (slowly) Yeah...you guys got taken in by the Carrots...didn't you? Reede and Trueman exchange glances. REEDE I...guess... TRUEMAN Why's it matter to you? LANCASTER (shrugs) 'Cause there aren't so many reasons why you get taken in like that, off the street for no reason at all. (beat) And 'cause Sharon said you guys were suspected of being members of the resistance. Eyebrows go up. REEDE Ex_cuse_ me? TRUEMAN What're you talking about? Lancaster looks from one to the other, not sure if their confusion is genuine or not. Finally, he shakes his head, deciding to play along. LANCASTER How much time've you two got? REEDE (shrugs) A bit. (beat) However much we need. Lancaster nods. LANCASTER There's a coffee shop a couple blocks from here...I'll explain there, if you don't mind... Reede and Trueman exchange glances, then nod. LANCASTER (smiles) This way, then. He starts off toward the direction. After a moment's hesitation, Reede and Trueman follow him. FADE TO COMMERCIAL END ACT ONE =========================== PART 2 ===================================== ACT TWO FADE IN TO COFFEE SHOP Trueman is sitting next to Reede, with Lancaster across the table from them. All three have a coffee in front of them, and Trueman is listening to Lancaster with interest. Lancaster is being a good sport in general, but seems to be having a slight problem believing that they're as clueless as they seem to be in relation to everything he's telling them. LANCASTER (continuing) ...And that was when Ross and her people moved in. TRUEMAN (interrupting, gently) And Hitchcock just _let_ them? LANCASTER (shrugs) She'd been impeached, a vote of no-confidence. After Janus Colony fell. (beat) Langson took over, things got better...and then the spineless jerk gave in to pressures and invited the Confederation in to "help" with internal development. (shakes his head) Next thing we knew, the UEO was in pieces and everyone was flocking to get into SEA. Headed, of course, by Ross herself. Reede supresses a shudder. Trueman watches Lancaster for a few seconds, then clears her throat gently. REEDE (concerned) Becca? TRUEMAN (shakes her head) Tom, I need some fresh air. (beat) I'll be back in a few minutes. Without waiting for an answer from either man, she stands and walks out of the cafe. Reede looks at her oddly for a moment, then looks over at Lancaster. REEDE 'Scuse me...I'm going to go check on her. Lancaster nods slightly, though he looks like he's not entirely happy with the departure. CUT TO EXTERIOR COFFEE SHOP Trueman is pacing back and forth, talking to herself in a low voice when Reede comes out and jogs over. REEDE (catching her arm) Becca? Trueman breaks off suddenly and looks at him. TRUEMAN Yeah? REEDE What's going on? TRUEMAN (shakes her head) I wish I knew... (sighs) Something about that guy doesn't feel right. (beat) This entire situation doesn't feel right. Reede nods, listening. CUT TO INTERIOR COFFEE SHOP--THEIR BOOTH Lancaster sits, watching out the window as Reede and Trueman talk. His expression is troubled, and he finally shakes his head, then pushes his sleeve up and flips up the cover of his watch, revealing a mini-com. He hits a few keys, then holds it to his lips, drawing glances from other customers despite his unobtrusiveness. LANCASTER (quietly) Commander, this is Lancaster. (beat) These two are either damn good at what they're doing, or a dead end...either way, I don't think they know much of anything. (beat, still watching out the window) I've got the feeling the girl suspects something's going on... CUT TO EXTERIOR COFFEE SHOP Trueman breaks off what she's saying suddenly, looking in through the window. TRUEMAN (hisses) He's watching us. Reede follows her gaze, to see Lancaster looking away. CUT TO INTERIOR COFFEE SHOP LANCASTER (into the com unit, cuts himself off) Out. He closes it and flips the watch shut, then stands and moves to walk out of the shop, leaving a few bills on the table to pay for the coffee. CUT TO EXTERIOR COFFEE SHOP Trueman swears and grabs Reede's arm, taking off. REEDE (running with her) What? TRUEMAN He's coming after us! REEDE (confused) Becca, what is _wrong_ with you? Trueman pulls him around a corner, then ducks into an alley and yanks him down behind a dumpster. For a few seconds, all we can hear is their breathing. REEDE (whispers, breathing hard) Becca--what--the hell--is going--on...? TRUEMAN (shakes her head, also breathing hard) I don't--know--but that guy--feels--wrong. REEDE Feels--what? TRUEMAN (snaps) The way he--was--watching us. They sit in silence for a few moments, their breath quickly returning. Trueman relaxes a little, leaning into Reede, who's leaning against the wall of a brick building. Reede puts a hand on her shoulder. REEDE (slightly less out of breath) Now... (beat) So, what are you talking about? TRUEMAN (she's regained her breath) The way that guy was watching us, through the window... (shakes her head) Made me very uneasy. (beat) And he was giving us our answers too easily. REEDE Maybe he was just a nice guy? TRUEMAN Didn't seem like a nice guy. Seemed like he was hiding something. REEDE (looks at her) How do you know that? TRUEMAN (looks at him--”duh”) My best friend was a junkie. I can tell when people are hiding things. Reede looks a little confused, but nods, and Trueman doesn't notice his expression. REEDE (after a moment) So...you think we should go looking for our own answers? Trueman nods. TRUEMAN Assuming everything he told us was pretty much the truth, I want to find out more about these resistance fighters he mentioned. Reede nods. REEDE Okay...so how are you planning on doing that? TRUEMAN The resistance attacked a research center yesterday... (beat, slowly) Place does research into alternate dimensions. REEDE (nods thoughtfully) Well...if the resistance is targeting it, I guess it's a good place to start. (beat) We'll just have to be careful. Trueman starts to stand, then turns and offers her hand to Reede. He takes it and she helps him up. He looks at her hand for a moment. TRUEMAN What? Reede nods at a scar across the back of her hand. REEDE Where'd you get that? Trueman looks down where he's looking and shakes her head. TRUEMAN Bar fight on leave from the academy. The other guy took out a knife and Justin had to break things up before the jerk slit my throat. (looks at him oddly) Thought I told you and Percell about that the second week of the tour? REEDE (shakes his head) Nope, I don't think so...or I forget... (shrugs) Either way, let's get going. Trueman nods in agreement, and they walk out of the alley. CUT TO RESEARCH FACILITY--EXTERIOR VIEW Despite having been sacked the day before, the facility appears to be in good condition now; the cleanup was speedy. There's a mark on the front of the building where the bricks are discolored, in the shape of a UEO logo that's apparently been taken down. Trueman notices this, but says nothing, instead leading Reede up the stairs. REEDE (shakes his head) Becca, who says they're going to just start telling us what's going on? TRUEMAN (shoots him a look) They're scientists, Tom. He looks at her blankly. TRUEMAN (with the hint of a smile) Does Anne ever pass up a chance to talk about her experiments? Reede grins in response, then shrugs. REEDE Good point. Trueman arrives at the door, Reede takes a quick step up to open it for her. TRUEMAN (a little surprised) Hey, thanks... She walks into the building; Reede follows. CUT TO INTERIOR RESEARCH FACILITY Both look around the room as they enter. It's a stark, empty room, with tile floors and light-colored wallpaper. The ceiling is painted white. On the walls, on either side of the door, are large plaques with names engraved upon them, signifying people who have made significant contributions to the facility's financial situation. Trueman walks over to one plaque, which is set slightly apart from the others, and bears the logo of WSE Global, Inc. TRUEMAN (softly) Weird... VOICE (O.S.) Excuse me, are you two lost? Trueman turns to look at where the voice is coming from, as does Reede. Their gazes land on a female scientist whose name tag reads: "DR. D. MANNIX." She is petite, with red hair that is twisted up on her head and somewhat frizzed around the edges. She looks to be in her late 40s. She crosses the floor quickly and regards both Trueman and Reede with an air of suspicion. REEDE (attempting friendliness) Hi, me and my girlfriend are in town for a couple of days, and we heard that this institute had been attacked-- Trueman glares at him for the "girlfriend" part, but he doesn't notice. MANNIX (cutting him off) Young man, please dispense with the niceties and make your point; I don't have time to listen to a prepared speech. Reede breaks off and looks at her, so Trueman speaks instead. TRUEMAN We've noticed a couple of...discrepancies...over the course of the day, and when we heard about what had happened here, we thought you might be able to help us. Mannix looks slightly interested. MANNIX Discrepancies? How so? Trueman and Reede exchange glances, then Reede speaks up. REEDE Things have been a little...odd. Mannix looks from one of them to the other, then checks her watch and nods, indicating for him to continue. REEDE We met someone earlier who said something that led us to believe... (takes a breath) Look, this is going to sound insane... (beat) You guys _are_ involved in inter-dimensional studies here, right? Mannix nods. TRUEMAN Well...things aren't quite right around here. (beat) For us, I mean. Mannix looks at them for a long moment, understanding dawning in her expression. MANNIX I _see_. (beat) Perhaps we should discuss this in my office. Trueman nods, and Mannix turns to walk off in the other direction, deeper into the facility. After a second's hesitation, Reede and Trueman follow her. CUT TO MANNIX'S OFFICE Like the lobby, Mannix's office is sparsely decorated. Furniture includes a desk, a few chairs, and a computer screen set into the wall. Mannix pushes the door open, and Reede and Trueman enter, taking seats opposite the desk. Once they're sitting, Mannix pulls the door shut and locks it. Then she walks over and hits a few keys on her desk's control panel. The computer screen comes to life, and they are presented with an image. MANNIX (quietly, manipulating controls) This is a simple--very simple--model of the space-time continuum. The image on the screen is of several layers of color, cross-sectioned so that the colors appear to be stacked one on top of another. MANNIX Now...over the past few months, we've been working on ways to breach the onion-skin sort of barrier that stands between dimensions. Reede and Trueman nod, watching the screen. MANNIX (continuing) However, when the rebels attacked yesterday, one of the experiments a collegue of mine had set up was prematurely set into motion. A sudden downward ripple goes violently through the colored layers, and pieces of the top ones go into the ones lower down. MANNIX (off the screen) Luckily, things should begin to right themselves within a day or so... On screen, the flecks of color slowly begin to drift back toward their respective layers. Mannix hits a key, speeding up the model until everything is as it was before. MANNIX (nods) And within twenty-four hours, everything should be back to normal. (looks at them) Now, when did you two notice these...discrepencies? TRUEMAN (quietly) This morning. (shakes her head) Wait. No. Last night. Reede looks at her curiously. TRUEMAN I think it was last night...there was some sort of broadcast on the hotel TV, Langson was on it...I didn't listen, though. (sighs) I don't know. Between last night and this morning. MANNIX (nods) That fits, then. (beat, smiles) Well...I don't think you two have anything to worry about, then. Things should be fine within the next twelve hours. The two crewmates nod slowly. REEDE (curiously) But why are we the only ones affected? MANNIX (wry grin) Who says you are? A buzzer on Mannix's desk chirps, and she hits it. MANNIX (into com) Yes? VOICE (over com) Doctor, there's a Lietuenant Rick Lancaster here to see you. (long pause) From Carolinan Security. Trueman and Reede's eyes go wide, and Trueman swears softly. MANNIX (off their reactions) What is he here for? VOICE (over com) Something about two rebels who were seen entering the facility. MANNIX (still watching Reede and Trueman) I see. (beat) Tell him I can see him in a few minutes. She cuts the connection, then looks at Reede and Trueman. MANNIX I suggest the two of you leave, now. And watch where you go. Reede stares at her. REEDE You're letting us go? MANNIX (shrugs) I'm not a member of the security force, and you two don't look like rebels. (beat) And if you _are_ from another dimension, I don't think there's much you'll be able to say to help this lieutenant, whoever he is. (slight smile) Besides, I'm a bit of a patriot myself. If you two are with the rebels, then give them my regards. (nods at the door) Now, go. Slightly shocked, Trueman and Reede stand and nod. TRUEMAN (hesitantly) Look...thanks. (beast) For explaining things...makes a lot more sense. I think. MANNIX (smiles) Glad I could be of help. (beat) Now, scat. Trueman and Reede go, without a look back. FADE TO COMMERCIAL END ACT TWO =========================== PART 3 ===================================== ACT THREE OPEN ON MANNIX'S OFFICE Lancaster is standing, talking with one of his officers, as other officers bustle in and out of the room. He dismisses the officer he's speaking with, and walks over to the chair in the corner of the room, where Doctor Mannix is sitting. One guard stands on either side of her, and she looks rather displeased with the situation. LANCASTER (looks at her) Well. I'm told you refuse to make a statement on the whereabouts of the rebels? MANNIX (shakes her head) As I told your men, Lieutenant, there haven't _been_ any rebels in this office. To my knowledge. LANCASTER (seizing on this) Then they might have been here when you weren't aware of it? MANNIX (annoyed tone) I highly doubt it. I'm the only one with access to this office, with the exception of my secretary. And her codes haven't been used today. Lancaster contemplates this for a moment, then nods and walks out of the room. Mannix watches him go. CUT TO CORRIDOR Mannix walks to one of the officers, a junior lieutenant. LANCASTER (to the lieutenant) Keep her for a few more hours, in case she's in communication with them. (beat) I'm going to put out some men and try to track them down again. The lieutenant nods, and Lancaster leaves. CUT TO BAR This place isn't sure what era it's from...it sports everything from lava lamps to mirror balls, but the lack of any other illumination gives it a spooky sort of ambience. Reede and Trueman are sitting in a booth in the far corner of the bar. Trueman is sipping a soda, while Reede has a glass of ice water in front of him. From the looks of the customers--business clothes, loosened ties, etc.--it's early evening. TRUEMAN This doesn't make any _sense_. REEDE (takes a sip of his drink) Tell me about it. He sighs. The band that's playing--a strange mix of ska and dance music--finishes a song. A petite redhead, the lead singer, is wearing close to nothing, and looks as though her brain holds even less. She speaks into the mike, to the crowd. RED (in a cheerful, insincere voice) And that was "I Wanna Love You In Outer Space", written by one of the _awesomest_ guys in the biz, Tormei. She gestures to the bassist. Tormei, a year or two older than Red, gives the crowd a wave, and is treated to an audience member yelling "I love you, man!" He shoots off a lazy grin. Red looks annoyed for a moment that she's lost some of the attention, then speaks again. RED And now for something a little, like, slower. She grins to the lead guitarist, who nods. RED And after this one, we'll be leaving the stage for a while, but then we'll be back! Reede pays the band no attention as they start up another song, just as loud and obnoxious as the one they had just finished. Trueman winces slightly. REEDE 'Scuse me a minute... He gets up and walks away, leaving Trueman to watch him go. CUT TO LANCASTER'S OFFICE Lancaster is sitting at his desk, reading reports and waiting. His com chirps. LANCASTER (into com) Yes? COM OFFICER (over com) Sir, we have a report...two people matching the descriptions have been sighted across town. LANCASTER (raises an eyebrow) Send someone over. Call me when you have something substantial. COM OFFICER (over com) Yessir. The com goes dead, and Lancaster settles back into his seat. CUT TO BAR Trueman is still sitting. Reede returns, and gives her arm a pull. REEDE C'mon. TRUEMAN (worried look, standing) They're here? Reede looks at her strangely for a moment, then shakes his head. REEDE No... Trueman looks confused, and Reede realizes that she thought he meant they had to leave. He grins. REEDE To _dance_. TRUEMAN (looks at him strangely) Are you nuts? REEDE (grins) I like to think so. (beat) But really. It's not like we can actually do anything here at this point. That scientist told us. We're here, we're stuck, we'll be home in the morning. At this point...it's the most we can hope for to keep a low profile. TRUEMAN On a dance floor? REEDE (shrugs) Why not? TRUEMAN (sputters) Because...because-- REEDE (sighs) Come on. Now. With this, he pulls her up and out onto the dance floor. The band is finishing the set as Reede and Trueman start dancing. Reede is completely at ease with himself, but Trueman is somewhat unnerved, and her dancing reflects this. After a few moments, Reede rolls his eyes. REEDE C'mon, Becca, lighten up. She glares, and he sighs. REEDE Sometimes, you're absolutely no fun at all. Trueman glares at him, but tries a little harder. Reede sees this and shakes his head. REEDE No, that's just it, you're concentrating too hard. (beat, slightly exasperated) Loosen _up_! He says this just as the song ends. Red looks at the crowd and waves. RED Back later, dudes. Saying no more, she spins around to follow the rest of the band off the stage; one can almost hear the "Like, whatevers" coming from the group. The bar's stereo system kicks in, this time with a nice, slow song--"Ordinary World", by Duran Duran. It plays in the background as Reede grins and Trueman gives him an odd look. REEDE Good... TRUEMAN What? REEDE Sometimes they take forever to put a request through. Trueman raises an eyebrow. TRUEMAN You requested this? Reede nods. REEDE Yeah. (long pause) Dance? Trueman looks a little uneasy, but she nods. TRUEMAN 'Kay... Reede nods, smiling a little, and Trueman moves into his arms, and they begin dancing slowly to the music. MUSIC (continuing) ...What is happ'ning to it all? Crazy some say. Where is the life that I recognize? Gone away. But I won't cry for yesterday. There's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find. And as I try to make my way To the ordinary world I will learn to survive... As the song moves into the musical bridge, Trueman finds herself leaning against Reede, her head on his shoulder. His arms are around her, and they dance slowly, oblivious to the world around them. MUSIC (continuing) ...Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say pride will tear us both apart... ...Well now, pride's gone out the window cross the rooftops, run away Left me in the vacuum of my heart. What is happ'ning to me? Crazy some say Where is my friend when I need you most? Gone away. But I won't cry for yesterday. There's an ordinary world Somehow I have to find. And as I try to make my way To the ordinary world I will learn to survive... And when the song again reaches the bridge, Trueman and Reede find themselves closer than they had planned. They're looking into each other's eyes, and then Trueman slowly makes the first move, leaning in toward him. Reede responds immediately, bending to kiss her, and they hold each other for a long moment. Then, slowly, Trueman pulls away. A strand of hair has fallen away from her ponytail, she brushes it out of the way and looks at him. Her eyes are registering shock, but not an unpleasant one. TRUEMAN (whispers) Oh my _god_... Reede looks at her, then swallows as he too realizes what they just did. TRUEMAN (quietly, though not a whisper) I think I have to sit down. Reede nods. REEDE (also quietly) Me too. They leave the dance floor, returning to their booth, as the song slowly plays to an end and a new song comes on. But they're both oblivious to the music. Trueman slides into her side of the bench, and Reede sits opposite her. They stare at each other for a long moment. TRUEMAN (finally finding her voice) Did we just...? Reede nods. TRUEMAN Oh...god. She's silent for another few seconds, then attempts a weak smile. TRUEMAN (attempting humor) I guess this'll give you something to brag to Goodwin about when we get home, won't it. Reede's expression turns to one of confusion at the mention of Goodwin. REEDE (blankly) Goodwin? Trueman gives him a look that clearly says this isn't the time for games, but Reede's confusion doesn't leave him. REEDE Who's Goodwin? Trueman looks at him for another long moment, then decides that she'll spell it out for him if he's going to be difficult. TRUEMAN Lieutenant Commander Goodwin. The Outrider pilot. Reede's expression doesn't change. TRUEMAN (a little thrown off by this) Cocky, arrogant Texan who's friends with the commander? Still no indication that Reede has the slightest idea what she means. TRUEMAN (spelling it out) The guy you've been fighting with since the day he came aboard and found us in the Outrider bay? Reede is _completely_ confused at this point, shaking his slowly. REEDE (finally) Becca...who on earth are you talking about? Trueman stares at him. TRUEMAN Who am I...? (shakes her head) Tom, are you okay? REEDE (clears his throat) I think I am... (frustrated confusion) But who the hell is Goodwin? They look at each other for a moment as a split second of understanding occurs and both pairs of eyes widen. TRUEMAN (softly) Oh, god. REEDE (at the same time, equally quiet) _Damn_. TRUEMAN (whispers) We're not... REEDE (picking up) She didn't say how many... TRUEMAN But I... REEDE And we-- He breaks off abruptly as the doors of the bar swing open, and armed Carolinan officers enter. Trueman turns to see what he's looking at, her face paling in fear. TRUEMAN (quietly) Tom, we have to get out of here. The guards look directly at Trueman and Reede's table and head towards them. REEDE (frowning) Too late. FADE TO COMMERCIAL END ACT THREE =========================== PART 4 ===================================== ACT FOUR OPEN ON BAR All is as before. The Carolinan guards quickly make their way to Trueman and Reede's table. As they approach, Reede pushes his chair away from the table and stands slowly. Trueman glances over at Reede and stands as well, pushing herself up quickly. The guards reach the table, looking over Trueman and Reede. People at the closest tables scoot back, trying not to be associated with the object of the soldiers' attention. Others in the bar simply glance over at the action and return to their conversations. REEDE (frowning) Can we help you guys? GUARD Yes, you can. You can put your hands on the table and keep them there. (beat, looking at Trueman) Both of you. TRUEMAN What did we do now? Isn't being arrested once in a day enough? GUARD Just put your hands on the table. Trueman glances to Reede, to see what he does. Reede gives her a calm nod before looking away, putting his hands on the table. Trueman sighs and does the same. Two of the guards walk around the table, behind Trueman and Reede. The third guard remains in front of them, with the table between him and the captives. The other guards begin to pat down Trueman and Reede, searching them. REEDE So what did we do now? Could you at least tell us why you're arresting us? GUARD You're wanted for questioning regarding your involvement with subversive forces operating in the area. TRUEMAN (sighing) We already did this, and we were let go. The two guards finish their pat downs and pull out handcuffs. GUARD (cruelly) Well, you're not let go anymore. REEDE Fine. If you say so. One of the guards grabs Reede's hand, and as he does Reede twists his own arm, breaking the hold. Reede turns, grabbing the guard by the arm and twisting the arm behind the guard's back, putting the guard between Reede and the guard on the other side of the table. Trueman's guard turns to see what's happening, and she takes advantage of the situation to spin behind him, one hand grabbing the guard's arm and the other going around his throat to choke him. The situation happens so quickly that the third guard's gun isn't out until the other two guards are held. Trueman and Reede both pull firearms from out of their guard's holsters and point them at the third guard. REEDE I can see they aren't training the Carrots any better since they took over. TRUEMAN (grinning) Not that I'm complaining. (beat, to the third guard) Drop the weapon. The guard takes a step back, but doesn't drop the gun. REEDE Look, even if you shoot and you're lucky enough not to hit one of your friends here, you're still dead. (beat) So drop it. Now. The guard seems to think it over for a minute, then tosses the weapon towards Reede and Trueman. Trueman keeps her eyes on the guard as she talks to Reede. TRUEMAN Should we find a back door? REEDE I think so. Trueman nods and turns the power on her weapon down with the hand that holds it, then points and fires at the third guard. The guard is hit and falls to the ground in a heap. Reede turns the power down as well, shoves his guard in front of him and fires, sending the guard to the ground. Trueman does the same to the third guard and turns to Reede. TRUEMAN Let's get out of here. Reede nods and the two head toward the back of the bar, as the other patrons stare fearfully at the situation. CUT TO BAR --BACK ROOM Trueman and Reede burst into the back room of the bar, which seems to double as an office. A middle aged man who, in appearance and dress, seems to resemble a used car salesman, looks up and frowns angrily. MAN Hey! This is for owners only, and you ain't an owner. (beat) So get out. Trueman's expression turns angry, and she points the gun at the man, turning the power up to full. TRUEMAN (harshly) So show us the back door and we'll leave. The man pales and just nods once. CUT TO ALLEY Trueman and Reede burst out of a small door in the back of the bar, shutting it quickly. They glance around in the darkness of the alley nervously. REEDE (whispering) So what now? TRUEMAN (thinking quickly) What about my room? Maybe we could at least hide there long enough to think of something. Reede nods once and looks around again. REEDE Think we could find our way there from here? TRUEMAN (smiling) Well, I know _you_ couldn't. Not the way you never ask for direct-- (beat, losing her smile) Or maybe you do. Reede sighs and takes one last look around the alley. REEDE Let's go. Reede turns right and begins walking. Trueman watches him for a second sadly before following after him. They reach the edge of the alley, hiding their guns and glancing out. Deciding it's clear, Reede begins to walk out of the alley, just in time to see a police cruiser pull up quickly to the mouth of the alley. Reede pushes Trueman back into the alley, trying to hide before they're seen, but a Carolinan guard throws the car door open and jumps out. Reede throws himself against the wall. REEDE Damn. Trueman throws herself against a wall as well, pulling out her gun. TRUEMAN We're just not getting any breaks, are we? Another guard steps out from the police cruiser and aims his weapon into the alley. GUARD Step out of there now! REEDE (quietly) We don't have time for this, Becca. I'm sure help is on the way for them. TRUEMAN Then let's do something stupid. Reede nods and turns to the cruiser, as does Trueman, pointing guns at the guards. Reede fires once, quickly, hitting his guard and knocking him back into the car. Trueman shoots, but the guard ducks behind the cruiser. REEDE To hell with him. Let's go. Trueman nods and the two run quickly down the alley. As they run, the second Carolinan guard rises from hiding and fires blindly into the darkness after them. One of the shots hits, striking Trueman in the arm. The shot burns her arm and throws her off balance, causing her to fall to the ground. Trueman cries out in pain as she hits the ground. Reede stops and turns to help her. TRUEMAN (angry) Keep going, I'm fine! Trueman pushes herself up with her good arm. Reede doesn't make a move until he sees that she's up. Satisfied she's fine, he turns and the two continue their flight. CUT TO DEAD END ALLEY Trueman and Reede, breathing heavily, run into a dead end in the alley. They glance over their shoulders and watch for a long moment. TRUEMAN Did we lose them? REEDE (smiling) If not, it would be such a cliche. Trueman smiles in spite of herself, moving to a wall and leaning against it. Her eyes drift to her burnt arm and her fingers probe the wound carefully. She winces as her fingers touch the injured area. Reede turns and sees her, frowning and walking to her quickly. REEDE Let me look at that, Becca. Trueman shakes her head, not looking up. TRUEMAN It's okay. REEDE Becca-- TRUEMAN (stronger) I said I'm fine. Reede reaches out and touches her hand, pulling it away from her wound. She resists for a moment, but his hand closes on hers, softly but firmly. She looks up at him, frowning, but her hand doesn't pull away from his. REEDE This isn't just about not letting me help you, is it? TRUEMAN What is that supposed to mean? REEDE You know what I mean. (beat) The conversation in the bar 'Goodman' TRUEMAN (smiling _very_ slightly) I think you mean Goodwin. Not Goodman. REEDE Yeah, I probably do. (beat) But you're trying not to talk about it. TRUEMAN (pulling her hand away) What is there to talk about? REEDE Us, maybe? TRUEMAN (frowning) Us? What is there to talk about? (beat) Probably by tomorrow, maybe a little more, there isn't going to be an us--if what Doctor Mannix said is true. REEDE Yeah, well there's an us now. (beat) Or at least back in the bar it seemed like there was. Trueman sighs, looking into Reede's eyes sadly. TRUEMAN Does it matter what there is now? Reede steps forward, leaning in and kissing her softly, quickly, on the lips. As he pulls back, her hand slips around his neck and pulls him to her, kissing him again. Their lips part, but they stay close. REEDE (very softly) Do you think it matters? TRUEMAN (barely audible) Yeah it does. They stare into each other's eyes for a long moment before speaking again. TRUEMAN Tom (beat) Why? A voice comes from down the alley: Lancaster. LANCASTER That's what I've been wanting to ask you. The two turn, Reede pointing a gun at the man before he can react. Lancaster doesn't react, but remains standing at the end of the alley with his hands in his pockets. Reede steps between Lancaster and Trueman. REEDE What the hell do you want, Lancaster? Why can't you just leave us alone? LANCASTER (shrugging and moving forward) Because I've got questions that I need answered. REEDE We're _not_ rebels, all right? We aren't. LANCASTER (nodding) I know that, Tom. Or at least, I think I know it. TRUEMAN Then why? REEDE And if you found us, why aren't your guards with you? LANCASTER I ordered my guards back. I heard you in here, and I told them that you'd at least let me talk before you started shooting, if it even was you. (beat) And why? Well I want to know where you're from. REEDE We already went thr-- LANCASTER No, Tom, not that story. (beat) I talked to one of the other doctors in that lab, to satisfy a curiosity. (beat) He told me about some of the possible effects of that attack. TRUEMAN You think we're... Trueman lets the thought trail off and Lancaster nods. LANCASTER I can see that I'm right. REEDE Okay, so you know we don't belong here. (beat) Now what? Lancaster's eyes take on a light unseen in him before, an almost childlike curiosity. LANCASTER I wanted to know what it was like there. TRUEMAN You what? LANCASTER I wanted to know what it was like. Is (beat) Is it better there? Than here, I mean. Reede and Trueman exchange confused glances, but Reede finally sighs and turns back to him. REEDE I can't speak for where Becca comes from, but me? (beat) I can't wait to be out of here. TRUEMAN (noding) Neither can I. (beat, looking at Reede sadly) Mostly can't wait, anyway. Reede turns to her, and the two exchange another saddened glance. Lancaster picks up on the look. LANCASTER You two aren't both from the same place? (they nod) But you Lancaster trails off and sighs heavily. LANCASTER If I arrest you, there's nothing that anyone in the SEA could get from you. (beat) And you'd be gone before we could let you go. The two look back to Lancaster, not understanding where he's going with this. LANCASTER (sighing, looking down) I'm gonna get killed for this. (looking back up) The only guards are to the right of here. If you go left you can slip away. I'll make sure you've got a clear way out. REEDE (confused) What? LANCASTER I'll tell them you were just two lovers, lost in the alley. (beat) And then you'll disappear and be forgotten. TRUEMAN But...why? LANCASTER Because there's nothing to gain from bringing you in (beat) And when I look at you two, I can see that you both have a lot to lose. (beat, smiling) Just make sure you enjoy what you have left here. REEDE (still shocked) But why do you care about us? LANCASTER I live here...this place may be on the high road to hell, but it hasn't killed my compassion. (beat, wryly) At least, not yet. (beat, resigned) Look, just go... Lancaster turns and walks back out of the dead end. Before he reaches the end, Reede calls out. REEDE Thank you. (beat) I mean it. Lancaster doesn't answer, just laughs softly and keeps walking. Reede turns to Trueman, and the two let out a deep sigh of relief, embracing tightly before making their way out as well. FADE TO COMMERCIAL END ACT FOUR =========================== PART 5 ===================================== ACT FIVE OPEN ON TAXI Trueman and Reede sit in the back of a taxicab which moves through the streets. Aside from soft classical music on the radio, they ride in silence. Trueman and Reede occasionally look at each other, but look away when they notice the other looking at them. Finally Reede looks to Trueman and takes a deep breath. REEDE Becca TRUEMAN (turning to him) What? REEDE Why is it that every time I come close to opening you up something happens? And then you're back to being closed again. TRUEMAN Tom (beat, sighing) Every time you touch me, I forget that I don't know the next time you're going to touch me. It doesn't matter and..and I don't _want_ it to matter. (beat) But then something from this damn place snaps me out of it, and makes me remember. (beat, more harsh) And what do you expect from me, Tom? To throw myself at you because I may not get the chance tomorrow? REEDE (angering) What, do you think that if you don't let me close you won't have to feel anything when I'm gone? That if you don't acknowledge that you feel something it'll make this all easier? Is that it? Trueman looks taken aback by his outburst, and looks away from him, unable to hold his gaze. Reede sighs and speaks more softly. REEDE Is that it, Becca? Are you pushing me away out of fear? (beat) Or because you really don't feel anything? Trueman looks back up at him, meeting his eyes again. Through the darkness we see her crying softly. TRUEMAN Tom, if I didn't feel anything, do you think you could do (she motions to her tears) ..._This_ to me. (beat) But I am afraid. Reede reaches out a hand and touches the back of hers. REEDE Afraid of what? Trueman turns her hand around to hold his, continuing to fight the urge to cry harder. TRUEMAN If I let you in, if I just follow what I'm feeling right now, then when you're gone Trueman looks down at his hand, which she squeezes tightly, before looking back up. TRUEMAN If I don't let myself have you, then I can't lose you. (beat) And you won't have to lose me. Reede moves his other hand forward, lightly brushing her hair at the hairline. REEDE (sincerely) I'd rather have you to lose. Trueman looks up at him again and their eyes lock once more CUT TO POLICE CRUISER Lancaster sits in the passenger seat of a police cruiser, with a Carolinan guard driving. As he rides, Lancaster reaches out dials a number into the vidlink set into the dashboard of the cruiser. After a moment the other side answers, and the face of Ridell appears on the screen. LANCASTER (nodding) Sir. RIDELL (frowning) What's wrong? LANCASTER Wrong, Sir? RIDELL You wouldn't be calling me if you didn't have something to report, and judging by the expression on your face I'd say that the news isn't good. (beat) So, what's wrong? LANCASTER It's about those two kids, the ones you thought had a connection with the rebels. RIDELL (his frown darkens) What about them? LANCASTER Well, Sir, we lost them. RIDELL You _what_? LANCASTER They got away from us earlier, but we finally had found them. We had them in a local bar, and I decided to have them picked up again before they could slip away. (beat) They got away, and escaped into the alleys behind the bar. RIDELL Well, why don't you search the alleys? LANCASTER I did, Sir, and we still are. (beat) But if you want my opinion, Sir, they're gone. If they had something to do with the rebels, they would know we're on to them now, and get out of here before we could catch them. (beat, sighing) I got hasty, Sir. I should have kept following them, but I wanted to make sure we had them. (beat) This is my fault. Ridell's face shows a calm, but seething, anger. RIDELL Yes, it _is_ your fault. (beat) I think you need to come see me tomorrow morning. We should have a talk about tonight's little incident and about your future as an officer. (beat, with an edge) Is that okay with you, Lancaster? LANCASTER (nodding) Yes, Sir. I'll be in tomorrow. RIDELL Good. The screen shuts off as Ridell shuts down the link. Lancaster sighs in a mix of frustration and relief and pushes himself back into the seat of the cruiser. He brings a hand to the bridge of his nose and massages it softly. CUT TO TRUEMAN'S ROOM The door opens and Reede walks in, followed closely by Trueman. Reede moves quickly across the room, checking to make sure it's safe. Trueman moves more slowly, shutting the door behind her. Reede reaches the window and starts to shut the blind, but looks outside carefully before shutting it. Trueman walks almost silently up behind him, stopping only inches from him. She extends her hands, placing them softly on his back, and sliding them down and then around his waist. The burn on her arm is visible, but apparently not severe enough to draw her attention to it. TRUEMAN (whispering) I'm so sorry, Tom. REEDE Why? TRUEMAN We've got so little time and I've been ruining it. Reede turns so he's facing Trueman, but is still encircled in her arms. REEDE (smiling) If anything's ruining our time, it's not you. TRUEMAN I know I'm acting so...so...badly (beat) But I don't know what I should be doing. (beat) I'm afraid that if I, if _we_, go any further then (beat) Tom, what am I supposed to do when I see the Reede from my world? And..and what do you do when you see me? (beat) I can't go and love him just because I love-- Trueman stops, realizing what she's saying. She looks up into his eyes, trembling slightly. TRUEMAN (quietly) Because I love you. Reede slips his arms around Trueman, pulling her into a tight embrace. TRUEMAN Maybe Doctor Mannix was wrong. She could be, right? It has to be possible. REEDE (sighing) I'm not counting on it. TRUEMAN I guess we shouldn't. Reede squeezes her firmly, Trueman's body still trembling against his. REEDE (softly) Then what do we do, if not sit here and worry? Trueman pulls back from him enough to look at his face. She brings a hand up, brushing his cheek tenderly. Her hand slides around to the back of his neck, pulling him to her. Trueman kisses him softly, quickly, before pulling back again. REEDE I thought you didn't want to let me in. So you couldn't lose me. TRUEMAN There's nothing I can do about that now. She pull Reede to her again, kissing him harder and more passionately. Reede pulls back, looking into her eyes and smiling. REEDE I love you, Becca. Trueman just nods, and pulls him to her again. They kiss once more, Reede running a hand softly through her hair… FADE TO BLACK The screen holds on black for a moment, before the sound of knocking on a door is heard. FADE IN TO TRUEMAN'S ROOM Light streams through the partially open curtain into the room. A single, partially covered, figure lies on the bed sleeping, the figure of Rebecca Trueman. The sound of knocking is heard again and Trueman's eyes open. She glances to her side, but only finds the rest of the double bed empty. She sits up, looking around the room, disoriented. The knock comes again, forcing Trueman to rise from the bed. She wears only a long nightshirt. Walking slowly to the door, Trueman's eyes constantly search the room. She reaches the door and opens it, finding Reede standing on the other side. Seeing his face she smiles happily. Reede notices the smile. REEDE (grinning) Nice to know you're happy to see me. TRUEMAN (blissfully) Why wouldn't I be? REEDE Well, you know 'the fight' (beat) I haven't been able to get ahold of you since two nights ago, Becca. Have you been okay? Trueman's air of happiness vanishes as she realizes that the man in front of her is not the Reede from the previous night, but the Tom Reede from her own world. She staggers back a step as she understands that she is back home, parted from the Reede she went to sleep with. REEDE (worried) Becca, what's wrong? TRUEMAN (hoarse) Leave. REEDE (frowning) What? TRUEMAN Leave. Go (beat, sighing) Tom, please go. Please. REEDE Becca can I-- TRUEMAN (almost yelling) Go! Reede nods and begins to back out of the room, obviously hurt. REEDE Look, I'll be in all day. Call me, okay? Trueman doesn't answer, merely shutting the door in his face. With Reede out of sight, she staggers back a few more steps, her arms encircling her body and squeezing herself tightly. She winces in pain as she does so, and pulls up the sleeve of the nightshirt on one arm. The sleeve comes up, revealing the wound from the gunfight the night before. She stares at the wound for a long moment, finally cupping her hand over the wound, almost protectively. She moves back another step, sitting on the bed as she cradles the wound on her arm. A tear drops from her eye, then another. Unable to hold it in further, she starts truly crying, the tears running down her cheeks. Though almost blinded from the tears, her eyes never leave the wound on her arm. The wound which is the only tangible reminder of what she shared the night before, the only real proof that what she felt was real. The tears continue as we... FADE TO BLACK THE END ========================================================================== Copyright 1998 2047 Staff.