Part 4

EXT. OLYMPUS

Cybernetic engineers are working on a large new wing of the space station.

INT. OLYMPUS

Lock is standing on a walkway, above workman rushing to complete the room, wires and and tools are everywhere, the spotlights creating long shadows, classical MUSIC is playing. MALICE is looking out of the window at the shimmering earth. He is tall, white with cropped black hair, broad muscular shoulders, bright blue eyes and a smooth face. He is wearing an old battered suit. CADBURY, the elderly mummified butler, is standing close by with a pot of tea and packets of biscuits on a silver tray. Malice has a packet in his hand and is shoveling biscuits into his mouth with the other.

       
                LOCK

...best technology the singularity has ever produced. It will give your squad a real edge over your closest sector rivals.

Malice takes a SLURP of tea.

LOCK

So what do you say?

Malice puts the mug down on the tray

MALICE (mouthful of biscuits)

Nice tea

Lock walks over to the window where Malice is standing.

LOCK

What's it like down there...in the gutter?

Malice is rolling up his sleeves, revealing scarred and track-marked arms.

MALICE

Full of turds. You never been? Didn't fancy admiring your handiwork then?

LOCK

I'm far too grand an architect to worry about the shit in the sewers

Malice looks pleasantly surprised and nods.

MALICE

Was there anything else?

LOCK

Just one more slightly pressing matter. Get the door Cadbury.

Cadbury places the tray down on a desk and totters over to open the door.

MALICE (laughing)

Fuckin' 'ell! Does he do tricks as well?

Lock gestures in front of him.

LOCK

After you.

They stroll down the flickering corridor, cigar smoke trailing behind.