INT. AN OFFICE
Dozens
of sweaty men and women, some wearing dust masks, rush between tiny
cubicles waving documents and SHOUTING into
mobiles.
workers are wearing dust
masks,
everyone has a cup of coffee on their desk. DAN, thirty, wearing a
white shirt, black tie and thick rimmed glasses, is sitting at a
small desk covered in paperwork in the middle of the room. He is
reading a small memo. His hand shakes
as
he runs it through his hair. He looks over
and
sees his coffee is empty. He wearily stands up folding the memo into
his pocket and walks through the spiral of cubicles to the door.
INT. FACTORY FLOOR
Dan
opens the door onto a
metal walkway above a huge noisy factory floor. A man is SCREAMING.
Terry and his crew are trying to fix a malfunctioning walker. It is
sparking and jerking spasmodically. One of its giant arms has pinned
one of his crew
to the wall. Terry is clinging to an
open panel on the walker's chest, it swings
from side to side as he finishes adjusting a circuit board with a
screwdriver.
TERRY
Done!
The panel crushes
his fingers as it swings shut. Terry SHOUTS in pain as he falls to
the deck. The arm releases JOHN, who falls to the floor as the walker
straightens into standby position. Other workers gather round.
WORKER
John! You alright
mate?
John's
BREATHING is laboured and he GROANS. Terry,
clutching his battered fingers, gets up and goes over.
TERRY
Someone get a
fucking medic!
Dan turns and moves up the walkway, the factory floor stretches
as
far as the eye
can
see. He
crosses
a gangway to the other side and goes through the
door.
INT. SMOKING AREA
Dan
walks down a dreary damp corridor, passing an out of order Cola
machine. He walks past a poster, it shows an attractive male and
female office worker at a desk with dilated pupils, huge smiles and a
pair of steaming cups of coffee, the writing on the poster reads
CAFELICIOUS COFFEE. FOR THOSE SMOOTH MOMENTS. Dan comes
to a battered wooden door. LAUGHTER is coming from inside, he
goes in. The room is
full of smoke, TRACY and SHARON are
sitting at a plastic table smoking and GOSSIPING loudly
over their coffee. They are in their thirties but look fifty,
overweight and wearing thick make-up and tight dresses. There is a
CCTV camera in the ceiling and another door at the back of the room.
TOM, a smug steroid thickened office worker with spiked blond hair is
using the coffee machine at the far end, taking his time as he has
his phone in one hand. Dan leans up against the end of the counter
furthest from Tom and takes out the memo.
TO
EMPLOYEE 667C18DG (GARDNER); YOU ARE TO ATTEND A MANDATORY TEAM
BUILDING EXERCISE. PROCEED IMMEDIATELY TO THE PRODUCTIVITY
ENHANCEMENT CENTRE UPON READING THIS MEMO. DIRECTOR,
HUMAN RESOURCES.
SHARON
I read in Celeb mag
that Cheryl's had her tits done again!
TRACY
So has Jade from
admin!
SHARON
She never!
TRACY
She did! Aaaand,
have you seen that Carol from sector 13 lately?
SHARON
No!?
TRACY
Comes
in on the boats, She looks like a fuckin corpse
these days. Must be something in the water!
They both CACKLE,
showing cracked yellow teeth. Sharon checks her phone.
SHARON
Get
this right! Chanelle's status
says I really hate Nathan right now...
Tracey checks her
phone.
TRACY
Nathan's status says
I'm really sorry Chanelle! I wonder what could have happened?
Dan SIGHS, still
studying the memo, the lights flicker, Tom looks over.
TOM
Doing
your homework mate?
Dan
looks
at
him deadpan and nods.
DAN
Yeah. Yeah,
that's what I'm doing.
A
toilet FLUSHES. The door at the back of the room swings open and a
fat balding SECURITY GUARD bowls
in pulling his trousers up.
TOM
Alright mate.
SECURITY GUARD
Alright.
You hear about that terrorist attack in sector 12 last night?
TOM
Yeah. Bastards!
SECURITY GUARD
They wouldn't
have got far if I'd been there!
He pats the gun on
his hip. Dan sips his coffee, looks down and sighs, the lights
flicker.
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