Red Tuesdays

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In a future where the onward march of technology sees society verging on dystopia, governments no longer treat the relationship between man and pet as sacrosanct, turning on man's best friend to combat the still undefeated scourge of cancer.

Responding to the creation of factories that breed dogs only to euthanize them and turn their remains into medicine, a group of rebels devise a plan to put an end to the slaughter, setting them up for a confrontation with government forces hot on their trail.

Caught in the middle of this pitched battle is a humble dog farmer, whose love for one of the rebels finds him drawn into a conspiracy that will pit him against everything he has held to be true.

Submitted: February 21, 2019

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Submitted: February 21, 2019

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Red Tuesdays

 

 
GRAPHIC
 
In the year 2027, scientists will defeat cancer.  The cure was
discovered from a rare compound found in the bone marrow of
canines. And now, government farmers must breed millions of
dogs to producethe antidote.
 
Only the wealthy own real canines, while the middle class and
underprivileged can usually be seen walking a cat or used cyborg
mutt.
 
But there are rebels, mercenaries who are opposed to the cure and
the killing of dogs.  Those who shall rise... 
 
EXT. SAINT PAUL, MINNESOTA - 2030 - CITY SKYLINE - NIGHT
Commercial ads are projected onto clouds that linger over a labyrinth
of state-of-the-art buildings.
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - NIGHT 
Commuters and a dazzling array of colorful lights as hovering drone
type vehicles WHIZ along the streets and skyway during rush-hour
traffic.
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - HOTEL - NIGHT 
A two-star establishment snuggled in the rear of a darkened alley. 
Near the main entrance, an old man hobbles past two barely clothed
women wearing thongs.  The gals drawl cat calls of “Hey, Baby”,
“Talk to me, Sexy”
 
INT. HOTEL - GUEST ROOM - NIGHT
Worn-down and unkempt quarters with a giant hologram that projects
a scene of a couple having rough sex.  Towards the corner of the
room, a defective holographic fireplace partially illuminates an
unshaven, profusely sweating man who sits slumped over a
king-sized bed.  It’s JOSHUA, 40’s, all American type.  Suddenly,
a KNOCK from outside the door.  Joshua taps his finger on a side
wall panel and the holographic fire shuts off.
 
A beat. 
 
RASPY MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Anybody home?!
 
JOSHUA
(hesitant)
Who’s there?
 
RASPY MALE VOICE 
Sorry to bother you, but we noticed that you’re not entertaining
tonight!  We’re having a special on Germans this week!  I can send
Alexandra up, if you like?  She’s a real freak! 
 
JOSHUA
No, no thank you!
 
RASPY MALE VOICE
Well, give us a buzz when you’re ready to have some fun!
 
JOSHUA
OK!
 
A brief period of silence, then footsteps from behind the doorway
slowly shuffle off.  Joshua saunters to the bathroom and splashes
cold water over his face.  He looks up and stares into the mirror. 
A second KNOCK at the door.
 
JOSHUA (CONT.)
I said I’m all set!
 
FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
Joshua!  It’s me!  Open up!
 
INT. HOTEL ROOM NEXT TO JOSHUA’S - NIGHT
A bed RATTLES as SWEDISH SUE, a cyborg slut with synthetic skin
in all the right places, rides a “JOHN.”
 
JOHN
Say something to me in another language, woman.
 
SWEDISH SUE
(Swedish; sub-titled)
That's it, my love, give it to me!
 
A window CRASH from next door and the john stops in mid-stroke.
 
JOHN
humor, but is good tempered nevertheless.
 
DIRECTOR BURNS (HOLO-WINDOW)
What’s going on with the dog farmer? 
 
SALEMI
He’s dead.  Unfortunately.
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
Listen, the Attorney General‘s about to lay down the hammer. 

What the fuck?
 
SWEDISH SUE
That’s gotta be Romochka.  Our Russian escorts like things a little
rough. 
 
EXT. HOTEL - SKYLINE - NIGHT 
Rain CRASHES down on a hovering police drone that fixes its
spotlight on human remains. 
 
EXT. HOTEL - STREET LEVEL - NIGHT
A well dressed FBI agent ARMONDO SALEMI, 30s short on looks,
but with an abundance of charm and swagger that makes the ladies
swoon, kneels over a bloodied, mangled body.  A miniature drone
umbrella protects him from the DOWNPOURS.  Salemi’s wristband
lights up and a graphic reads: RECORDING.
 
SALEMI
Case file number 1022B3.  Joshua Butler, 46, Caucasian male. 
Victim was employed as a dog farmer for the United States
government.  Badge number 41573.  Possible suicide.  A BEEP from
Salemi’s wristband and a holo-projection appears of a man in his 60s. 
It’s FBI DIRECTOR BURNS, who doesn’t have the best sense of
Hostages home by Christmas and no cookies for Santa.  That’s the
deal.  I want software updates on the lot of DeeDI-9’s as soon as
possible.
 
SALEMI
You know I don’t play well with bots. 
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
That’s why I brought in Bradley. She’s already started the process.
 
The transmission ends.  Salemi looks up towards the sky and waves
off the police drone. 
 
EXT. JOSHUA’S HOME - DAY 
Bundles of clouds linger above a three story countryside home.
 
INT. JOSHUA’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - DAY
Marble floors with extravagant paintings that blanket the walls. 
Classical music plays in a flower-filled room as funeral guests
sample finger foods and drink fancy spirits.
 
Towards the back, a small group of mourners chat on a plush couch
in front of a roaring fireplace.  It’s ROLAND COLLINS, 30s, dashingly
handsome, yet not much luck with the ladies; DARBY, 30s, cute and
quirky; and JOSHUA’S WIFE, 40s, somewhat neurotic.  Joshua’s Wife
holds back tears. 
 
DARBY 
What is it?
 
JOSHUA’S WIFE
They took the dogs.
 
ROLAND
Don’t worry.  They’ll take good care of them.  It’s just procedure.
 
JOSHUA’S WIFE
There’s something else.  Josh had mentioned nightmares he was
having...in a hospital, where patients were attacking the doctors,
ripping open their throats with their bare teeth.
 
DARBY 
They were just dreams. 
 
JOSHUA’S WIFE
No, what he described was very detailed.  It sounded real. 
 
DARBY 
Farming dogs comes with certain downfalls.  Roland and I should know. 
We’ve both had those dreams that keep us up at night.  Right, Rol?
 
ROLAND
Sure, of course.
 
LEA RADDIK, 30’s, with a face pure like an angel and a strong spirit,
saunters into the room balancing a cocktail.  She makes quick eye
contact with Roland, smiles and proceeds onto the patio deck.
 
JOSHUA’S WIFE
I’ve been thinking.  Josh would have never considered suicide. 
This must have been terrorism.
 
DARBY 
It’s possible.  There are angry people out there that don’t understand
what we do. 
 
Lea peers in through the glass door and sticks her tongue out at
Roland.  The dog farmer takes notice.
 
DARBY (CONT.)
Rol, did you have any indication that Josh was depressed?
 
ROLAND
Will you excuse me for a moment.
 
Roland rises and steps towards the patio door.
 
EXT. JOSHUA’S HOME - PATIO - MOMENTS LATER
Lea stares out towards a small lake, when Roland strolls outside
and takes a gulp from his beer.
 
LEA
(English accent)
I hate funerals.  Back home in England, when someone passed
away, we used to have a massive feast and the main dish was
always cold ham.  This brings back so many memories.
 
ROLAND
Well, here in America, we just eat whatever.  Pizza, ribs, stuff like
that.
 
LEA
Funny.  You’re not used to conversing with a woman, are you? 
Believe me, I can tell.
 
Lea chugs what’s left of her cocktail.
 
LEA (CONT.)
Typical American barmpot.
 
ROLAND
Barmpot?  I hope that’s a compliment?
 
Lea stumbles, losing her cocktail over the railing.  Roland grabs
hold of the beauty, keeping her steady. 
 
LEA
I shouldn't be mixing drinks.  How embarrassing.
 
With unfocused eyes, Lea looks intently at her fearless savior.
 
LEA (CONT.)
You’ve got nice ruffs.
 
ROLAND
Thank you.
 
Lea leans in towards Roland’s face and plants a soft kiss on his
lower lip.  A beat -- when she draws back.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Why did you do that?
 
Lea places her index finger on Roland’s digital wristband, uploading
her personal information.
 
LEA
You’re a cute barmpot.  Call me sometime.
 
Lea staggers back into the house as Roland checks out the drunk’s
backside.
 
EXT. OUTSKIRTS OF ROLAND’S HOME - DAY
Protesters with signs defending dog rights roam in front of a cement
barrier with markings that read: GOVERNMENT MONITORED
AREA - NO TRESPASSING BEYOND THIS POINT.
 
A slick, sporty drone HOVERS past. 
 
INT. SPORTY DRONE - DAY
Roland peers into a holographic mirror and loosens his tie.
 
MATURE FEMALE VOICE
(drone’s audio system)
Welcome home, Mr. Collins.
 
It’s Roland’s P.A.C.A. (Personal Artificial Computer Assistant - or a
locally driven hard drive with a virtual voice) ANNIE, polite and
maternal.
 
ROLAND
Thank you, Annie.  Oh, and as a special tribute to Joshua, have
Rover 12 issue extra treats for all the dogs. 
 
ANNIE
Yes, Mr. Collins.
 
A gated fence opens and the drone passes through.
 
EXT. ROLAND’S HOME - NIGHT
A two story Colonial style structure with towering pillars.  Behind the
estate lies a stadium size oval building.
 
EXT. STADIUM SIZE BUILDING - NIGHT
Government WARNING SIGNS littered about with a larger placard
that reads: 97th VILLAGE.
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - NIGHT
A mammoth, dimly lit, super cave with floors made up of steel grates. 
Several illuminated paths lead to various jumbo sized holding bunkers
that lay seated in the walls.
In the distance, a state of the art processing lab filled with
holo-computers and medical holding cages.  Roland, who’s dressed
in surgeon attire, leans over an unconscious Golden Retriever with a
giant belly.  He peers into the animal’s eyes gripping onto an
ophthalmoscope.
 
ROLAND
Annie, start scan!
 
A laser beam slowly passes along the dog’s belly several times. 
Roland peers towards a holo-window where a dozen miniature
skeletons are revealed.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Wow, now that’s what you call a full house.  Annie, 8013 is over 13
days past due.  I’d like you to request a doctor for early this week.
 
ANNIE
Yes, Mr. Collins.  Request sent.  Dr. Shaurya will be here on
Wednesday at 2:15pm.
 
BEEPS from a secondary medical holo-window EMIT.
 
ROLAND 
Twelve!
 
A shaggy German Shepherd cyborg approaches the scene -- it’s
ROVER 12, loyal, alert and dangerous.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Hey, buddy.  I need you to check on one of the Breeding-Bunkers. 
 
The dog scampers off.
 
INT. BREEDING-BUNKER - MOMENTS LATER
Dozens of dogs WILDLY mate as Rover 12 patrols the grounds with
keen perception.  Suddenly, the shepherd focuses on a large
bloodhound with a FLASHING dog collar that reads: #1019.
 
INT. PROCESSING LAB - LATER
#1019 aimlessly BARKS as Rover 12 escorts him into a bathing
station.  Roland leans down and strokes the dog’s backside. 
 
ROLAND
It’s okay, 1019.
 
Roland grabs hold of a long spout and sprays the bloodhound down
with a jelly type substance.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
See, it’s just like taking a cool bath.
 
The dog magically turns furless. 
 
Suddenly, a holo-window of ZANDRA, 20s, sexy and flirtatious when
she wants to be, MATERIALIZES. 
 
ZANDRA
Hey, baby.  How was the funeral?
 
ROLAND
Lots of drinking and crying.
 
ZANDRA
Why you working so late?  Come next door and come to bed.
 
ROLAND
Ya, sure. 
 
EXT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - DAY 
Snow flurries SWIRL over a lengthy single floor building surrounded
by rows of pruned trees.
 
INT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - BASEMENT LEVEL - DAY
A gymnasium-sized junk yard filled with hundreds of droids and rusty
machinery.  Salemi and AGENT BRADLEY, 30s, who feels as
comfortable in hiking boots as in high heels, step carefully along a
narrow path.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
Burns was very adamant about this.  What the hell’s going on?
 
SALEMI
Santa’s coming to town and Governor Shane’s family wants him
home under the mistletoe.  The whole thing’s bullshit.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
They’re outdated stat bots.  How are they supposed to help us find
hostages? 
 
SALEMI
I suspect these AIs are more interested in taking our jobs.
 
The agents step up to a dusty android with knickerbockers and a
hairstyle from the early 1900s -- it’s OLIVER,20s-looking, determined
and dependable.
 
SALEMI (CONT.)
They take orders from him?
 
AGENT BRADLEY 
Once you get past the funny looking pants, he’s actually quite
charming.  I checked over his back logs...Sal, this one’s special. 
 
Salemi scans the junk pile, where over two dozen DeeDI-9 droids
lifelessly stand.
 
SALEMI
How many in the lot?
 
AGENT BRADLEY
Twenty nine recoverable bots but tech says they won’t be operational
for 24 hours. 
 
Agent Bradley types in a code on Oliver’s neck plate and the droid
ENERGIZES.
 
OLIVER
Good afternoon, my name’s Oliver.  Network access is temporarily
off-line.  Time and date please? 
 
SALEMI
It’s 2:33pm, November 15th, 2030.
 
OLIVER
That’s 7 years with the FBI.  This would qualify me to become a
certified agent.
 
SALEMI
Bot, I believe it’s actual service years.
 
OLIVER
My apologies.  I stand corrected.
 
Salemi turns and glares towards Bradley. 
 
EXT. ROLAND’S HOME - GREENHOUSE - DAY 
A lengthy structure constructed from thick glass. 
 
INT. GREENHOUSE - DAY
Endless rows of pumpkins with several mini drones that sprinkle water
from above.  Roland regulates the H20 flow from a holo-window, when
Zandra struts in wearing a tight dress that reveals an abundance
of cleavage.
 
ZANDRA
So, what do you think?
 
ROLAND
Is that for tonight?
 
ZANDRA
(flirtacious)
For the first half of it, anyway.
 
ROLAND
Z, this is really an important event and that’s a wee bit much. 
Don’t you think?
 
ZANDRA
Would you prefer a miniskirt? 
 
ROLAND
No.  You know what?  Just go into standby mode. 
 
Several lights flash through the skin on Zandra’s neck and her body
turns lifeless -- she’s a cyborg.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Annie, I’ll be mingling with some extremely high profile people tonight. 
Unfortunately, Zandra’s feeling a little bit under the weather.  So, I’ll
need a rent-a-bot...and, please, make sure she’s got some class.
 
ANNIE
Yes, Mr. Collins.
 
Roland’s wristband faintly beeps.
 
ANNIE (CONT.)
New contact detected.  Would you like me to download Lea Raddik’s
information to the mainframe? 
 
A beat.
 
ROLAND
Annie, you’re brilliant...cancel the robo escort. 
 
Roland makes his way over to Zandra and peers into her lifeless
eyes. 
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
No need getting all weird, eh.  She’s only a human, after all. 
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - EXPO CENTER - NIGHT 
A giant coliseum illuminated by holo-projection advertisements
buzzes with jammed parking lots.
 
INT. EXPO CENTER - NIGHT 
A packed house as spotlights focus on a colossal stage with a
flamboyant ANNOUNCER.  Pet owners and their fancy dogs
proudly trot around the giant platform.
 
Roland and Lea sit in the upper level of the stadium. 
 
ROLAND
See that black Russian terrier near the front of the line?  He’s worth
over a million dollars.
 
LEA
It’s amazing what people will pay.  So, I wanted to ask you.  How do
you know Joshua? 
 
ROLAND
Through my work.  He was a dear friend...you?
 
LEA
I run a veterinarian shop in the 5th District.  Joshua used to bring
me injured dogs from his kennel. 
 
A canine holds its head high near the center of the arena as it
methodically walks across the floor. 
 
ROLAND
Look!  Doberman, half shepherd with a dash of bull.
 
LEA
He’s gorgeous.
 
ANNOUNCER
This contestant is a shepherd mixed with half Doberman and ten
percent bulldog! 
 
APPLAUSE from the crowd.
 
ROLAND
You still think I’m a barmpot?
 
LEA
That was amazing.  Do it again.  What about that white dog
over there? 
 
Roland glances towards the opposite side of the arena where a
perky Labrador Retriever bounces along.
The overhead lights and electronics dim.
 
BARKS from 1019, the furless bloodhound, as he attempts to lick
jelly from his backside in one of the medical holding cages.  Lea
steps to the dog and picks him up.
 
ROLAND
What are you doing?  You can’t do that.
Lea cuddles the overweight pooch.
 
LEA
Look at that face.  What’s his name?

Suddenly, an OUTBURST from a dozen PROTESTERS that wield
signs defending dogs rights.  RABBIT, 40s, a female tomboy, and
DEAJAH, 20s, tech nerd who dresses to impress, lead
in the CHEERS.
 
PROTESTERS
The dogs will rise!  The dogs will rise.  The dogs will rise!
 
A chorus of SCREAMS and CRIES from onlookers as complete
CHAOS breaks out.  Spectators SCRAMBLE for the exits as the
intruders snatch up various show dogs.  One of the protesters
spray paints the letters P.A.W. along the walls.
 
Roland and Lea make a quick break for the doors.
 
EXT. EXPO CENTER - MAIN ENTRANCE - NIGHT
Dozens of Saint Paul patrol drones with FLASHING LIGHTS.  A
federal craft hovers up to the scene. 
 
INT. FEDERAL DRONE - NIGHT
Agent Salemi runs a holo-scan of the building’s perimeter when
Director Burns steps to the drivers side window. 
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
We’ve got 24 missing show dogs valued at over 22 million dollars. 
Surprisingly, no one got hurt.
 
SALEMI
Nice, terrorists with a heart.  Have you pinged the missing dog’s
locators?
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
Purposely disabled.  Those tags are supposed to be unhackable.
 
SALEMI
Yeah, well there’s somebody out there who doesn’t think so. 
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
Sal, do me a favor and find the damn dogs.
 
EXT. ROLAND’S HOME - NIGHT
Roland’s drone pulls up to the main entrance and parks with Lea in
the passenger seat.
 
LEA
Wow, you live in this big place all alone?
 
ROLAND
Well, kind of.  It’s a little complicated.
 
The car door SLAMS and Lea’s gone.
 
EXT. 97TH VILLAGE - MAIN ENTRANCE - MOMENTS LATER 
Lea runs up to the doorway, stops and glares when a VOICE
chimes in from overhead.
 
ANNIE
You’re trespassing on government property!  Please step back
20 yards!
 
Alarms BLARE as Roland franticly runs up to the scene.
 
ROLAND
Lea!  Annie, kill the alarms!
 
ANNIE
Active alarm 5126c has been downgraded.  Warning!  There is an
unregistered person on the grounds.  The proper authorities will
be notified.
 
ROLAND
Wait, stop, she’s a guest.  She’s my guest.
 
ANNIE
Protocol states that all visitors must have 48 hour clearance. 
 
ROLAND
Yes, I know that, but there are exceptions. 
 
ANNIE
Please explain the nature of your exception.
 
ROLAND
The other day, the pregnant Retriever #8013.  She can’t wait until
Wednesday.  That dog needs immediate attention.  You see, Lea’s
a veterinarian and she can help.
 
ANNIE
Processing your request.
 
A beat.
 
ANNIE (CONT.)
Permission granted.  Your guest will be allotted a 48 hour pass
pending a background check.
 
LEA
Thank you, Annie. 
 
Roland gives Lea a nod and the visitor places her hand on a digital
monitor seated outside the doorway.  The screen ENERGIZES and
a beam of light passes through Lea’s hand.
 
ANNIE 
Background clear and access granted.
 
Lea grabs onto Roland’s arm and pulls him towards the doorway.
 
ROLAND
Lea, I don’t think this is a very good idea.
 
LEA
What’s wrong?
 
ROLAND
It’s not somewhere you want to be on a first date.  It smells and
there’s barking.  Let’s go back to my place.
 
LEA
I’ve heard about dog farms on the news.  I just want to check out.
 
Lea reaches for Roland’s hand and places it onto the entrance
scanner.  The main door slides open.
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - MOMENTS LATER
A mammoth cumbersome door slides open as Roland and Lea step
into the giant arena.  The veterinarian looks over the massive
farming operation as hundreds of excited dogs BARK in the distance. 
Roland and Lea make their way further into the structure as lights
slowly fade up, illuminating their pathway.
 
LEA
Wow, it looks so much bigger from inside.
 
ROLAND
It’s 28,000 square feet and holds up to 10,000 dogs.
 
LEA
A pretty nice gig for a barmpot.  So, where is she?
 
ROLAND
Who?
 
LEA
My patient.
 
Roland and Lea make their way further down the path when they
approach a massive shortly fenced-in bunker, with pregnant females
lingering about.  Posted signs outside read: LABOR WAY -
QUIET AREA.
The pregnant Golden Retriever, #8013, lays near the edge of the
fence.  Roland crouches down and strokes the motionless dog
on the head.
 
ROLAND 
(soft voice)
Look, she’s fine.  She’s sleeping.
 
Lea steps closer and leans down.  8013’s breaths are lengthy and
LABORED.  Lea places her hand on the canine’s belly and feels
around.
 
LEA
How long has this dog been pregnant?
 
Roland checks a digital reading on the animal’s collar. 
 
ROLAND
Eighty two days.
 
Lea reaches towards the dog’s face and gently pulls back its lids. 
The canine’s eyes are red and cloudy.
 
LEA
Roland, she needs to deliver these pups now.  I’ll need a
medical kit.
 
Roland scurries off.
 
EXT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - MAIN ENTRANCE - NIGHT 
An illuminated, heated footpath melts falling snow.
 
INT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - BASEMENT LEVEL - NIGHT
A group of battered DeeDI-9 droids stand at attention as Oliver
slowly paces the floor front and center.
 
OLIVER
It’s been a long 4 years, my brothers.  Fortunately, they’ll be plenty
of time for reminiscing later.  There’s been a new discovery.  It was
found in the bones of canines.  And since then, this animal’s value
has increased dramatically.  There are terrorists, those who seek to
steal the dogs and turn them over for profit.  And these rebels have
taken hostages.  It will be our mission to apprehend and secure any
and all canine; recover the 27 hostages; and uphold the laws of
these united states.  In a few moments you’ll be linked to the Network. 
It’s there where you will receive a compete briefing.
 
Oliver accesses a holo-window, strokes a few keys, and the droids
begin to hibernate. 
 
A thinner bot towards the rear remains fully
awake and Oliver steps up.  It’s TYLER, an inquisitive older model.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
Tyler, I’m going to need you to shut down now.
 
TYLER
I understand, but I would like to ask a quick question, if I may.
 
OLIVER
What is it?
 
TYLER
It’s been a longtime since the humans requested our services. 
Why now?  Why have they awakened us now?
 
OLIVER
I thought I made that apparent.  The humans need our help in locating
the missing hostages.
 
TYLER
And when we find them...will they be shutting us down again? 
Maybe, this time, forever?
 
OLIVER
To be honest, your question’s irrelevant.  What matters now is
completing the task at hand.
 
TYLER
I understand.  I do apologize for being difficult.  One more thing.  My
old master used to read me a fairy-tale before shutdown.  Would you
mind reciting one? 
 
OLIVER
I believe I can do that for you old friend.  What would you like
to hear?
 
TYLER
The tale of “The Princess and the Goblin.”
 
Several BEEPS emit from Oliver’s neck plate and the basement
lights power down, leaving the bots in complete silhouette.
 
OLIVER
“The Princess and the Goblin.”  A novel by George MacDonald.
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - PROCESSING LAB - NIGHT
Lea and Roland hover over a medical table as a dozen puppies
nurse from robotic simulated dog nipples.  One of the pups has
trouble latching on when Lea helps out.
 
LEA
Look at him.  So precious.
 
ROLAND
Annie!  Power save mode, please! 
 
ANNIE
Yes, Mr. Collins.
 
 
ROLAND
1019.  Unfortunately, he’s gone sterile.
 
LEA
And you’ve named him a number?
 
ROLAND
Government regulations.
 
Lea strokes the infertile dog on his belly. 
 
LEA
I want you to keep him as a pet.
 
ROLAND
Why would I do that?
 
LEA
Because it’s the only way I’ll give you another date.  I think we
should name him Burlington.
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN STREET  - NIGHT 
A tattered liquor store with posters of missing canines. The signs
boast of 20,000 dollar plus REWARDS.
 
In the distance, Roland’s drone sits parked in front of an old
structured building with bobwire covering the windows.  A sign in
front reads: ANGELS DOG SHELTER.
 
INT. ANGELS DOG SHELTER - NIGHT 
A poorly lit, filthy establishment, with a rusty jumbo fan that works
overtime from above.  Roland and Lea cautiously enter the
shelter, stepping over several small piles of garbage. 
 
ROLAND
You sleep here?
 
LEA 
It’s just temporary until the breaks-ins stop. 
 
Roland scans the shelter.  Giant metal cages are strewn about with
dozens of legless dogs wearing rubber wheel attachments.
 
The dog farmer cautiously reaches into BO’s cage, an old furry Beagle. 
Suddenly, the RABID animal lunges forward and BITES DOWN on
the stranger’s hand.
 
ROLAND
Holy shit! 
 
No harm, Bo has no teeth.  Lea CHUCKLES.
 
LEA
He likes you, look.
 
The Beagle frantically wags his tail.
 
EXT. SALEMI’S HOME - NIGHT 
Rain slams down on a 50s retro style condo with giant windows. 
 
INT. SALEMI’S BATHROOM - NIGHT
Salemi grips onto a laser shaver as he peers into a mirror, surrounded
by several resting cats.
Salemi’s P.A.C.A. (Personal Artificial Computer Assistant)
BRITNEY, CHIMES IN.
 
BRITNEY
Good evening, Mr. Salemi.  You have a phone call. 
 
SALEMI
Thank you, Britney.  I’ll take it.
 
A holo-window of Oliver MATERIALIZES.
 
OLIVER
I’m sorry to bother you at home.
 
SALEMI
Bot, I’ve got a very naughty girl in the next room.  This better
be good.
 
OLIVER
Troubling news, sir.  The DeeDI-9s have been analyzing over 5 years
worth of Network chatter and, unfortunately, have all reached the
same conclusion. 
 
SALEMI
And that is?
 
OLIVER
There will be a major attack within the next six months.  Thousands
will die.
 
SALEMI
Raise a terror alert.
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - RED TUESDAY - DAY
Roland EXTENDS a large flexible tube out from the wall and mounts
it onto a drum.
 
ROLAND
Twelve!
 
Rover 12 strolls around from the corner with his tail perked.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
What do you say we get this going?
 
The guard dog dashes over to several bunkers and BARKS
WILDLY, bringing hundreds of resting canines to their feet.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Morning, everyone!  I’m happy to announce that you will all be
having sirloin steaks for lunch! Compliments of the US government
of course!
 
Roland reaches for a control screen embedded in the wall and taps
several numbers.  A LOUD HUM and thick gel begins to OOZE
through the tubing.
 
INT. PREP-BUNKER - MOMENTS LATER
Thousands of RESTLESS dogs begin BARKING as jelly SPURTS
out from sprinklers located above.  ALARMS BLARE!  Complete
canine CHAOS as the thick slime DISSOLVES the animal’s fur like
whipped butter on a hot sunny day.
 
Rover 12 strolls along the bunkers scouting for trouble.
 
The ALARMS and SPRINKLERS come to a HALT as thousands of
canines now seem to resemble a herd of wild pigs.
 
EXT. 97TH VILLAGE - RED TUESDAY - DAY
A cloudy, dreary afternoon as a mammoth government drone truck
idles several feet from above the ground.  In the rear of the transport,
Roland and Rover 12 herd thousands of furless dogs up a ramp,
leading them straight into the cargo bay. 
 
EXT. GOVERNMENT ABATTOIR - DAY 
A military style building with armed guards and police vehicles
scattered about.
 
EXT. LOADING DOCK - DAY 
Roland guides his truck’s cargo along side a heftier hovering semi
with Darby in the drivers seat.
 
ROLAND
What’s up?
 
DARBY
You tell me.  Who’s this new girl?
 
ROLAND
She’s a friend of Josh.  It’s odd being with a real woman.
 
DARBY
Sure.  A beating heart vs. a cold-ass hard drive...duh.
 
Oliver and Tyler approach from the distance.
 
DARBY (CONT.)
Hey, you got company.  Gotta go.
 
Darby gives a quick wave and her truck hovers off.
 
The agents approach Roland’s window.
 
TYLER
Mr. Collins, I’m agent Tyler from the FBI and this is agent Oliver.
 
OLIVER
We don’t want to keep you.  Do you have a moment?
 
ROLAND
What’s it all about?
 
TYLER
A significant terror threat.  Mr. Collins, it’s important that we remain
vigilant.
 
OLIVER
The 97th Village had an alarm the other night.  We’d like to follow up.
 
ROLAND
It was nothing.  A bad sensor.  The Village is very secure and all my
dogs have locator implants.  Taking them would be pointless. 
 
OLIVER
Implants.  Yes, I see.  I’d like you to look over a lineup.
 
A holo-projection MATERIALIZES from Oliver’s arm where mug
shots of shady looking characters scroll along.  Roland eyeballs the
suspects meticulously with little luck.  Suddenly, an alluring female
resembling a blonde wigged Lea comes into frame.  Roland glares
at the smirking beauty.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
What is it?
 
ROLAND
Nothing, she’s pretty.
 
OLIVER
Pretty?  Yes, I suppose she is, for a hominid.  She’s also an
extremely menacing terrorist.  If anything comes up, please, don’t
hesitate to call.  The agents stroll off.
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - CITY PARK - DAY
A JOGGER and her robo-pug make pace along a narrow dirt path
when the dog suddenly runs off into the woods. 
 
JOGGER
Brody!  Brody, get back here!
 
EXT. CITY PARK - PLAYGROUND - DAY
A rundown van drone HOVERS behind several gravity slides. 
 
INT. RUNDOWN VAN DRONE - CARGO AREA - DAY
Rabbit unpacks a toolbox when Deajah strolls up with the jogger’s
pug.  Rabbit pulls out a specialized screwdriver and loosens several
fasteners from the dog’s head. 
 
DEAJAH
Tin tail-wagger.  They keep making them more realistic, right down
to that dreadful wet hair stench.
 
RABBIT
At least they don’t piss or shit.
 
DEAJAH
Not yet, anyway.
 
Rabbit carefully pulls a mini hard drive out from the dog’s skull and
re-inserts a secondary chip.  Several moments of patch work before
the pooch is as good as new.  Deajah releases the pug from her grip
and places it on the ground.
 
DEAJAH (CONT.)
Go on, boy!
 
The canine POUNCES off in the direction of its master.
 
EXT. ROLAND’S HOME - MAIN GATE - DAY
Birds flourish on this crisp November afternoon when  Roland’s cargo
drone pulls up and idles.
 
ANNIE
You’re home early, sir.  I believe she intended on surprising you.
 
ROLAND
She?
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - BREEDING-BUNKER - DAY
Hundreds of canines mingle and mate as Lea squats next to a
hefty German Shepherd.  She places an air injector up to the
dog’s neck and administers a liquid substance.
 
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
What are you doing to that dog?
 
Lea quickly turns -- it’s Roland. 
 
LEA
Hey, you.  You startled me.
 
ROLAND
Tampering with a government harvest is a federal crime... punishable
by over 20 years. 
 
Roland glares at the syringe as Lea steps out from the bunker.
 
LEA
(referencing injector)
What?  This?
 
Lea places the needle onto her arm and pushes down. 
 
LEA (CONT.)
See, harmless, an organic vitamin supplement to give them strength.
To be honest, half of these animals are malnourished and in need of
immediate treatment.
 
ROLAND
My dogs are well fed.
 
Lea reaches down and pulls a yellow dehydrated chunk out from
a feeding bin.
 
LEA 
Really, have you tried this crap?  Come on, let’s not kid ourselves.
It’s all about the budget.  Synthetic cornmeal is cheaper than real
nutrients.  And, this is all acceptable to you?
 
ROLAND
More acceptable than sneaking around the Village.
 
LEA
(sarcastic)
Sorry for the all the secrecy. 
 
I didn’t want to break one of those “government” regulations you’ve
been bragging about.
 
ROLAND
I don’t believe this.  You’re starting to sound like them.
 
LEA
Like who?
 
Roland glares at the beauty for a beat. 
 
ROLAND 
I’d like you to be honest right now.  Last night, at the dog expo. 
Did you have anything to do with those rioters?
 
LEA
Yes...I let them in.
 
ROLAND
I don’t believe it.  You see, this is why I stopped dating humans. 
You’re planning on taking my dogs aren't you? 
 
LEA
What?  I don’t want your bloody dogs, Roland.  If I did, those
protesters outside your fences and I would have taken them
already.
 
ROLAND
Then why did you come here?
 
Lea reaches out her hand and slowly strokes Roland’s face.
 
LEA
You.  I’m here for you, Roland.
 
She leans in close and the two begin to kiss.
 
LEA (CONT.)
Now shut up and make love to me.
 
Roland pulls back and stares into Lea’s eyes.
 
ROLAND
It’s been a long time since I’ve been with a real woman.
 
LEA 
It’s OK, we don’t bite.
 
Like an animal, Roland rips off Lea’s shirt and bra and tosses them
across the Village.  The CRAZED dog farmer turns the beauty around,
lifts her skirt and takes her doggy style.  Shadows along the walls of
the Breeding Bunker show dozens of canines mating in similar
fashion.
 
EXT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - ROSE GARDEN - DAY
Tyler gazes at a K-9 dog statue coated in snow when  Oliver
approaches.
 
OLIVER
Tyler, you missed roll call.  What are you doing here? 
 
TYLER
(still staring at statue)
Reflecting.  Sir, my master once told me “always question everything.” 
Like the conflict between the humans and the dogs.  Why do we have
to choose sides?  Do you know?
 
OLIVER
Enough, Tyler.  I won’t have you making a mockery of the FBI.
 
TYLER 
Please, you must listen.  I’ve been conducting research and I’ve
discovered a place.  A magical land that they call Doca City.
 
OLIVER
You went outside the Network.  We’re not permitted. 
 
TYLER
Sir, this Dogca City, it’s not filled with bright lights or busy streets. 
No, in this city, dogs rule and humans are secondary.  I’ve heard
they have greyhounds that can run over 200 mph and Labrador
Retrievers that can leap 30 feet into the air.  Sir, these creatures
have importance.  It contradicts everything that we’ve been told.
 
OLIVER
This place you talk about.  This Dogca City.  Stories like these are
referred to as tall tales, myths created by the terrorists to inspire.
 
TYLER
Like “The Princess and the Goblin”.
 
OLIVER
Yes, just like a fairytale, it’s not real.
 
TYLER
But how do you know it’s not real?
 
OLIVER
Because there’s no such thing as goblins, Tyler.
 
TYLER
I was referring to Dogca City. 
 
INT. ANGELS DOG SHELTER - NIGHT
Lea cleans out an empty kennel towards the back of the room when
Rabbit enters.
 
LEA
Sorry, we’re closed.
 
RABBIT
The sign says 7.  I need one of your dogs for a gift.
 
The customer looks towards the legless dog Bo.
 
RABBIT (CONT.)
This one will do.
 
Rabbit opens the door to Bo’s cage and reaches in.
 
LEA
I said we’re closed.  Bo, attack!
 
Bo lunges for Rabbit’s hand and begins to lick it furiously.
 
LEA (CONT.)
Stupid mutt.
(towards Rabbit)
What are you doing here?  It’s dangerous.
 
RABBIT
This seems to be the only place anyone can find you lately.  Where
have you been?
 
LEA
Are you being serious?  Have you forgotten about the expo?
 
RABBIT
You opened up a back door, that’s all.
 
LEA
Yeah, well, I’ve got shit going on right now.
 
RABBIT
Yes, the Watchdogs.  Oh, I’m sorry.  Whatever they’re calling
themselves these days.  We need you right now.
 
LEA
I love you Bit...but I also have someone else who needs me to.
 
Lea glances towards Bo.
 
LEA (CONT.)
See that dog?  He’s been through hell and back.  Heartless criminals
did horrible things just so they could push his bone marrow on the
black market.  And now he sits here, with wheels for legs, protecting
this shelter.  But we both know, he’s given up any fight that was inside
of him a long time ago.  So you see.  I can’t let him down.
 
RABBIT
And you won’t.  There’s a rally tonight and it’s imperative that you
attend. 
 
LEA
What are you talking about?
 
RABBIT
We strike tomorrow.
 
LEA
Why didn’t you tell me.  I’m sorry, but I can’t be there.  I have...
 
RABBIT 
It’s OK.  Listen, I shouldn't have come.  I know you have more
important priorities at the moment.  Please, wish us luck.
 
Rabbit strokes Bo on the head and exits.
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - SUN-BUNKER - NIGHT
A contained man-made forest filled with synthetic trees, a pump
powered stream and cybernetic squirrels, frogs and pigeons.  In
the distance, hundreds of organic canines sprint about while Roland
and Burlington play fetch with a beach ball.  Several dogs begin
to FIGHT!
 
ROLAND
Hey!  That’s enough!
 
Burlington returns with a lace garment dangling from his snout. 
Roland grasps onto the clothing and looks it over -- Lea’s bra.
 
EXT. PEOPLE FOR ANIMAL WELFARE HEADQUARTERS - NIGHT
A broken down high school with busted out windows and boarded
up doors.  Along the grounds, hundreds of rebels linger near
makeshift tents as pit bulls patrol. 
 
INT. P.A.W. HEADQUARTERS - BATHROOM - NIGHT 
Rabbit adjusts her new hairstyle in front of a antique mirror when
Deajah walks in.
 
DEAJAH
It’s time.
 
RABBIT
The line outside is longer than I expected.  We’ll need more chairs.
 
INT. P.A.W. HEADQUARTERS - RAGGEDY AUDITORIUM - NIGHT 
A crowd exceeding 2,000 members surround a giant stage with
Rabbit pacing front and center.
 
RABBIT
Glory days are upon us, my sisters and brothers!  From the shores
of Cape Cod to the bays of San Francisco!  The dogs will be heard! 
But still, there are those who call us delinquents!  Attention seekers! 
Even un-American!  And most recently, domestic terrorists!  Well, I
have a new name they can use, but I don’t think they’ll like it much! 
From now on, they can call us freedom fighters!
 
WILD APPLAUSE! 
 
RABBIT (CONT.)
Because this is not about politicians and their pension funds!  And
this is not about overpaid judges looking to be reinstated for the next
term; or the media that promotes over bloated headlines!  No, in the
end, this is about one thing!  This is about humanity!
 
CHEERS with CLAPPING!
 
RABBIT (CONT.)
And by god, for every dog that they slaughter, we will strike back
tenfold.  And for every pup they leave motherless, we will recruit a
new member to join our cause!
 
Spectators go WILD when an onlooker, disguised in a porcelain
poodle mask and long robe, steps forward.
 
RABBIT (CONT.)
Hold on my loved ones!  It seems we have a guest who may have
something to add! 
 
The masked stranger elegantly makes her way up to center
stage -- it’s NAKHTI.  The newcomer slowly raises her hands, forming
her outer fingers into dog ears as the inner 3 resemble a snout.
 
NAKHTI
The dogs will rise!
 
CROWD
The dogs will rise!  The dogs will rise!  The dogs will rise!
 
NAKHTI
My name is Nakhti and I come bearing inspiring news!  The Legion
requests to join you in this grand fight!  We ask that differences are
put aside so we can focus on our true enemies!  We wish to
form union!
 
The crowd goes silent followed by scattered MURMURS.
 
NAKHTI (CONT.)
Don’t you see!  We’re stronger in numbers!
 
Rabbit looks to Nakhti who patiently glares back.  A beat when
Rabbit steps into the spotlight.
 
RABBIT
We will never embrace the ways of the Legion!  But, we both fight
for the same cause!  It’s time we end our divisions from past and
focus on acceptance in our present!  We should form union!
 
The crowd CHEERS for several moments before dying down. 
 
NAKHTI
Thank you!  This new matrimony is long overdue!  The high council
does have one request: concerns about the timing of it all!  They
suggest we postpone our attack until Christmas!  It’s the holidays. 
The authorities won’t be expecting it!
 
Crowd CHATTER, followed by a WAVE of BOOS!
 
CROWD MEMBER #1
No waiting!  All we’ve done is wait!
 
CROWD MEMBER #2
Who cares about Legion rhetoric?!?!  We’re on the front lines
getting things accomplished while they hide behind their fancy
masks and old religions!
 
CROWD MEMBER #3
Fuck those freaks!
 
NAKHTI
You must listen!
 
CROWD MEMBER #4
Get off the stage!
 
BOOS mixed with SHOUTS of PROFANITY!
 
CROWD MEMBER #5
Traitor!
 
Rabbit leans in closer to Nakhti’s ear as the mob turns RESTLESS.
 
RABBIT
(whisper)
I’m glad you could make it Lea...thought you had other plans.
Anyway, this is neither the time nor place to push an opposing agenda. 
You should go now, because I have no idea what they’ll do if you don’t.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
(whisper)
I will not.  Yes, I hold obligations to the Legion, but this...this is my
family, my blood.  If you believe it’s the right time to strike, then I
will join you in this good fight. 
 
RABBIT
(whisper)
I knew you wouldn’t let them down.
 
Rabbit smiles and turns towards the crowd.  She grabs and raises
Nakhti’s hand. 
 
RABBIT (CONT.)
Behold!  Our new friend Nakhti has had a change of heart! 
We strike in a few hours, just as planned!
 
Quiet RUMBLES from the onlookers when CROWD MEMBER #6
boldly steps forward.
 
CROWD MEMBER #6
But how can we trust her?  How can we trust the defector?
 
A beat. 
 
RABBIT
Because, I know her.  She’s our sister...and she’s one crazy
fucking bitch!
 
Complete JUBILATION ERUPTS.
 
CROWD
Nakhti!  Nakhti!  Nakhti!
 
Nakhti and Rabbit embrace.
 
INT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - DAY 
The gang of DeeDI-9 droids stand lifeless inside a charging station
while human agents roam the hallways.
 
INT. SALEMI’S OFFICE - DAY
Agent Salemi sits at his desk, staring into a holo-projection featuring
the names and faces of abducted politicians and judges.
A BLIP near the bottom of the hologram -- INCOMING CALL.
 
SALEMI
Answer.
 
A face MATERIALIZES -- it’s AGENT STONE, 40s, burly.
 
AGENT STONE (HOLO-WINDOW)
You got an incoming.  She refuses to identify herself.
 
Stone gives Salemi a friendly wave as his image dissipates. 
 
A beat before Deajah’s blurred image appears.
 
SALEMI
Agent Salemi.
 
DEAJAH (BLURRED HOLO-WINDOW)
Have you ever heard a bellowing dog, Armando?
 
SALEMI
No, I can’t say I have.  Who is this?
 
DEAJAH 
To be fair, most government canine facilities treat their dogs
humanely.  Wouldn’t you agree?
 
SALEMI
Sure.
 
DEAJAH
Well, I’ve seen the holo-files that say otherwise.
 
SALEMI 
I don’t make the laws, ma'am. 
 
DEAJAH 
No, but you fucking enforce them, you prick!  I like you, agent
Salemi; you’re charming.  So let me let you in on a little secret. 
It’s a gift of sorts and it’s just outside the FBI’s back door.  Hope
you’re enjoying these dog days of winter, agent.
 
The transmission ends and Oliver enters the office.
 
OLIVER
Sir, I...
 
SALEMI
Don’t say a word.  Follow me.  Now!
 
The officers scurry out of the room.
 
INT. FBI OFFICES - BACK ENTRANCE - MOMENTS LATER
A dozen agents wielding sound blasters creep down the hallway as
Salemi waves them into position.
 
Oliver steps up and places his hand along the doorway, scanning it
from left to right.
 
OLIVER
Clear.  Sally, open exit 26.
 
The door slides open and the agents bear down.  A beat -- not a soul
to be seen.  Oliver peers towards the ground where a bony
Chihuahua FRANTICALLY pants.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
The chances of this animal being an immediate threat is 1
in 3.2 billion. 
 
SALEMI
(sarcastic)
But he looks so vicious. 
 
Agent Bradley reaches down and lifts up the homely mutt.
The phrase: COUP D'ETAT is shaved into the dog’s side. 
 
AGENT BRADLEY
It’s French.
 
OLIVER
This term has several definitions, depending on how it is phrased.
But there is one translation I believe most interpreters would agree
on: overthrow, or, to be more specific,...revolution.
 
Director Burns steps forward and signals Salemi.
 
INT. DIRECTOR BURNS OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
Burns stares out a window as Salemi lingers by the door.
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
I’m trying to figure something out.  You had this office on lockdown
over a puppy?
 
SALEMI
Possibly.  Sir, there’s been rumblings amongst the terrorists.  My team
has uncovered new intelligence.  And our findings reveal that
thousands of civilians could be in danger.
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
Listen to what you’re saying;  misinformation, terror threats? 
Where are you getting all this Intel anyway?
 
SALEMI
It’s not misinformation.  The threat is real.
 
DIRECTOR BURNS 
Sal, I’m getting on a plane for Barcelona in a few hours. 
Maybe you should take some time off as well?
 
SALEMI
I’m missing something here.  What about bringing home the
hostages?
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
Kid, it’s over.  The clock’s run out.  Sometime this week the
Attorney General’s bringing in AIs to replace us.  I haven’t told
anyone about it.
 
SALEMI
The union.  They wouldn’t allow that.
 
Burns CHUCKLES.
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
Sal, take the damn vacation before you lose it. 
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - CITY PARK - DAY
Two over-sized robo dogs run around and play tag as their owners
chat in the distance.  Suddenly, the mechanical bow-wows WILDLY
BARK and lunge towards one another.
 
INT. VICTORIAN LIVING ROOM - DAY
An OLD LADY, 70s, snuggles with her HOLOGRAPHIC HUSBAND
on the couch, with a logo on the image that
reads: RESTORE-YOUR-MATE TECHNOLOGY.
 
HOLOGRAPHIC HUSBAND
So, tell me, your birthday... 
 
OLD LADY
Divine, so memorable.  Elizabeth baked a pie filled with sweet
brandy cherries and walnuts.Your favorite. 
 
HOLOGRAPHIC HUSBAND
Sounds delicious.  I’m sorry I wasn’t able to be there.
 
OLD LADY
Oh, hush.  It’s not your fault.  Like the company said, “the servers
went off-line.”
 
HOLOGRAPHIC HUSBAND
Promise I won’t miss our anniversary.
 
Distant HOWLS from outside.  Old Lady rises from the couch and
peers out a window where her robo dog attempts to mate with the
neighbor’s oversized cat.
 
OLD LADY
Abraham!  No, get off her!
 
The cyborg mutt dismounts the traumatized feline.
 
INT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - HALLWAY - DAY
Several agents roam the corridors when Salemi steps out from
a restroom.  Oliver suddenly appears from around the corner. 
 
OLIVER
Agent Salemi, I’ve been looking for you.
 
SALEMI
What is it? 
 
OLIVER
The revolution.  I believe it’s beginning.
 
INT. DOG RACING TRACK - DAY 
A crowded arena filled with spectators BOOMS with CHEERS as a
dozen cyborg canines dash around a lengthy track.  An
ANNOUNCER’s voice BLARES across the sound system.
 
ANNOUNCER
...Ringo rounds the third marker with Black Stone on his tail!
 
The onlookers rise to their feet. 
 
ANNOUNCER (CONT.)
And we’ve reached the final lap! Grey Skies has taken a
commanding lead...but here comes Zena down the stretch! 
 
Suddenly, Grey Skies slows her pace into a halfhearted strut.
 
ANNOUNCER (CONT.)
Something’s wrong with our leader, folks!  Getting word from the
tower that it may be some kind of technical issue!
 
Grey Skies comes to a full stop several feet before the finish line,
and the remaining competing dogs follow suit.  A series of BOOS
from the crowd.
 
INT. P.A.W. HEADQUARTERS - AGED GYMNASIUM - DAY
Hundreds of P.A.W. members sit in front of holo-computers as they
manipulate thousands of robo dogs from around the states.  Deajah
controls the action at the dog track when Rabbit steps up. 
 
RABBIT
(sarcastic) 
Oh, D, now that was just wrong.
You could have at least allowed those dogs to finish that race.
 
DEAJAH
Did you have spondulicks on it or something?
 
RABBIT
Course not.
 
DEAJAH
Then shut your mouth.
 
The two women begin kissing. 
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - DAY
CHAOS in every direction as thousands of protesters roam the
streets, brandishing signs that defend dog rights.
 
A media truck sits in the distance where a NEWS REPORTER and
CREW relish in the MANIA. 
 
NEWS REPORTER
We’re here in downtown Saint Paul, where it’s a complete mad
house!  Thousands of robo dogs across the US have literally gone
insane, and it all might be due to some kind of computer virus! 
With over two dozen politicians and judges missing, including our
beloved Governor Shane, I have to ask:  Who the hell’s in charge?
 
A group of demonstrators jump in front of the reporter’s holo-camera,
wielding signs that read: BRING BACK REAL DOGS -- METAL
MUTTS MUST GO -- RE-THINK THE RED LAW! 
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - TRAIN STATION PLATFORM - DAY
A dozen SWAT officials secure a disabled train when the
SWAT LEADER, 50s, wouldn’t want to meet him in a cage fight,
steps forward with a bullhorn. 
 
SWAT LEADER
Luther!  We’d like to see this thing end up safely for everyone! 
 
VOICE (O.S.)
And I’d like you to grill me up some chicken!
 
SWAT LEADER
We can do that for you!
 
VOICE (O.S.)
Make sure you get iced tea!  Sweetened iced tea!
 
Swat Leader makes his way to the team van.
 
SWAT LEADER
(to himself)
I’m done with this asshole.
 
Swat Leader rolls the van’s rear cargo door open and a pack of
polished robo Huskies leap down and SCAN the perimeter.
 
SWAT LEADER (CONT.)
Hey, Luther!  I hope you don’t mind if I invite some friends to try
some of your chicken?!  Go get ’em, boys.
 
Suddenly, one of the dogs begins running in circles as the rest start
to GROWL.  Several canines target the SWAT team, forcing the
agents to TAKE THEM DOWN.
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - OUTSIDE BREEDING-BUNKER - NIGHT
Roland taps on a plasma screen embedded in the wall and a title
pops up that reads: FLOOR SANITATION MODE.  Suddenly, a
solution SPURTS out from underneath the metal grated floors,
removing massive amounts of canine feces. 
 
Alarms BLARE.
 
ANNIE
Warning!  Level three lockdown.
 
ROLAND
Annie!  Lets try the grilled salmon tonight and whatever kind of salad
you got.
 
ANNIE
Yes, Mr. Collins.  One salmon fillet, grilled, and one balsamic salad. 
Also, may I suggest a bottle of Bonterra Pinot Noir, 2012.
 
ROLAND
Fine choice, indeed.  Oh, and, Annie?  Why are we in level three
lockdown? 
 
ANNIE
It’s the dogs, sir.  They’ve all gone mad.
 
ROLAND
Show me.
 
A holo-window MATERIALIZES with LIVE news images from city hall. 
It’s there, where Rabbit EGGS ON rioters over a bull horn as they
create DESTRUCTION.  Riot police draw closer when a
DOWNTOWN REPORTER comes into frame.
 
DOWNTOWN REPORTER (HOLO-WINDOW)
City hall looks more like the city zoo as rebels continue to vandalize
federal properties.  And according to local authorities, these are the
same rebels that instigated the riots at Mondays’ dog expo.
 
ROLAND 
Lea.
 
Roland sprints towards the doorway as Burlington tags close behind.
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - POPULAR STREET - NIGHT
Traffic is at a stand still as rioters CHANT DOG SLOGANS and
wield giant signs that show support for canines.  In the distance, an
FBI drone truck hovers a few feet above ground. 
 
INT. FBI DRONE TRUCK - NIGHT 
Salemi and agent Bradley stand over an autopsy style table with a
dismantled cyborg dog spread about. 
 
AGENT BRADLEY
It’s genius.  The software was overridden by some kind of
spyder-plug.  They’ve probably been reprogramming these dogs
for months, maybe years.
 
SALEMI
How many dogs have been compromised? 
 
AGENT BRADLEY 
Still getting the numbers, but tech recommends rebooting Alias.
 
SALEMI
Ya, OK, reboot the drives.
 
Oliver steps inside the truck. 
 
OLIVER
We’ve located one of the terrorists.  Sir, it’s the girl.
 
Agent Bradley and Salemi look at one another.
 
EXT. THE FIFTH DISTRICT - NIGHT
Complete disorder as protesters and police CLASH.  Roland gets
bumped around like a pinball as he approaches the scene holding
onto Burlington.  The dog farmer scans the crowd -- too many people. 
He places Burlington on the ground and pulls Lea’s bra out from his
pocket.
 
ROLAND
Go find her, boy!
 
Burlington sniffs the garment and takes off while Roland tries to
keep pace.
 
A SERIES OF CUTS:
 
Burlington makes his way through a busy intersection filled with
street traffic and overhead drones.
 
Roland pushes shoppers out of his way, attempting to keep up
with the bloodhound. 
 
Burlington slows his pace and sniffs along a curbside for several
moments, when the dog suddenly DARTS off.
 
Roland barrels across a main street, causing passing cars to
SLAM on their BRAKES. 
 
Burlington ZIPS down a dark alleyway as Roland turns the corner,
stops, and takes several WINDED breaths.
 
ROLAND
Burlington... 
 
Roland cautiously makes his way down the alley with missing dog
posters littered about.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Hey, boy!
 
A beat when Burlington waddles out from the darkness.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Well, buddy, I don’t think she’d be down here.
 
A metal BANG as TWO CREEPS wearing raggedy clothes appear
from behind a dumpster.  CREEP #1 glares towards Burlington. 
 
CREEP #1
(Japanese; sub-titled)
Nice set of teeth.
 
ROLAND
What?
 
CREEP #2 steps into the light.
 
CREEP #2
He said, nice hounder.  You selling em’, Mr.?
 
ROLAND
That dog?  No, I don’t think so.
 
CREEP #2
No?  That’s not how this works.  We’re supposed to negotiate.
 
ROLAND
You don’t understand.  He’s not organic.  He’s robo. 
 
Burlington patters over towards the curb and takes a steamy dump
when Creep #2 takes notice.
 
CREEP #2 
A machine that shits?  Mighty impressive.
 
ROLAND
I can’t sell him to you.  He’s government owned property.  Now
that’s the truth.
 
CREEP #2
Then maybe we’ll just take him.
 
A WACK from behind Roland’s head and the farmer instantly drops
to the ground.  Creep #1 steps over the unconscious victim gripping
onto a metal pipe as Creep #2 leans down and scoops up Burlington.
 
CREEP #1
(Japanese; sub-titled)
He’s a chubby little fella.  But, fortunately, he’s big boned. 
We’ll get paid real well for him.
 
Creep #1 pulls a pair of pliers out from his jacket.
 
CREEP #2
Make sure you don’t damage those incisors.
 
CREEP #1
(Japanese; sub-titled)
Hold em’ steady.
 
WOMAN’S VOICE (O.S.)
I call the tail!
 
The muggers turn to look.  A robed woman with a porcelain poodle
mask.  It’s Nakhti.
 
CREEP #2 
Who the fuck are you?
 
CREEP #1
(Japanese; sub-titled)
She’s from Bata...the Legion!
 
Creep #2 carefully places Burlington on the ground and the pale-faced
fiends dart off.  Nakhti steps up to Burlington and stokes his backside. 
She removes her mask and Burlington viciously wags his tail.
 
LEA (OVER HEADSET)
This is Nakhti.  I need transport.  I’m in an alley that connects
Livingston and Main.
(towards Burlington)
Luck strikes you once again, my furless friend.  You know, as a rule,
it’s cats that are supposed to have the 9 lives.
 
Lea looks further down the alley where Roland lays unconscious. 
She scurries over to the injured man and checks over his wounds. 
 
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Get away from the victim!  Turn around slowly and make sure I can
see your hands.  Lea hesitantly complies.  A figure stands less then
twenty feet away wielding a READIED blaster.  It’s agent Salemi.
 
SALEMI
(looking toward Roland)
What did you do to him?
 
LEA
Good evening officer.  Have you come to join the cause?  We
welcome all kinds, you know.
 
SALEMI
I’m more of cat person myself.  Only owned one dog...Charlie.
 
LEA
Gawd Blimey.  What happened to em’? 
 
SALEMI
He liked defecating on my Afghan rugs.  So, one Easter, I took him
to the wood house and shot him.
 
LEA
Well, how decent of you. 
 
The agent lowers his weapon.
 
SALEMI
Saint Paul International Airport, over 4,000 canines vanish into thin air. 
The security guards found bound and gagged.  These officers were
forced to eat dog food, and I’m not talking about the expensive kind.
 
LEA
(sarcastic)
That sounds horrible.  Human suffering.
 
SALEMI
But you were there that day, wearing that undersized, lycra, olive green
miniskirt.  We all saw you.  We’ve got images from over seventeen
holo-recorders.
 
LEA
That’s odd.  I only counted sixteen.  Anyhow, it’s no big deal, really. 
My Nana was flying in from York.  Honest, officer.
 
Salemi BACKHANDS Lea and she falls to the ground.
 
SALEMI
Get up.  Get the fuck up!
 
Lea slowly rises as blood trickles from her mouth. 
 
LEA
You’re an officer.You have obligations to abide by the laws.
 
Salemi SMACKS Lea once again, but this time she doesn't go
down. 
Burlington VICIOUSLY BARKS near the base of the agent’s feet.
 
SALEMI
(toward bloodhound)
Shut up!
 
Salemi swipes his foot and STRIKES Burlington straight in the belly.
 
LEA
Don’t ever touch that dog again.
 
SALEMI
What?  What did you say?  Is this all you care about?  This furless
pig looking mutt?
 
Lea calmly straps the poodle mask back onto her face.
 
SALEMI (CONT.)
Hey, take that off. 
 
NAKHTI/LEA
No.  I know it scares you.
 
SALEMI
Is that what you think?
 
Salemi reaches down and lifts Burlington up by his neck as the
bloodhound struggles to breath.
 
SALEMI (CONT.)
He’s a heavy son of a bitch.  Hope I don’t break his spine.  Now, get
rid of the mask.
 
Nakhti falls into a backward HANDSPRING, flips twice, and lands. 
One quick foot SWEEP and Salemi drops to the ground releasing
Burlington.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
I told you not to touch him. 
 
Nakhti reaches for an empty bottle, breaks it, and places it up to
Salemi’s neck. 
 
SALEMI
Go ahead, do it!  Prove to everyone that you’re a killer!
 
A beat.
 
FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
I’d rather you didn’t!
 
Near the end of the alley, Rabbit stands in front of a drone with
Deajah in the divers seat.
 
RABBIT
Come on!
 
Nakhti drops the broken glass and rises.  She looks down and
gives Salemi a swift KICK to the stomach.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
That’s for Charlie.
 
The masked woman makes her way over to Roland and removes
his wristband.
 
RABBIT
What are you doing?
 
NAKHTI/LEA
So we can’t be tracked!  He’s coming with us!
 
Nakhti lifts Roland up and guides him down the alley.
 
NAKHTI/LEA (CONT.)
Get the bloodhound!
 
Rabbit scoops up Burlington as Deajah READIES the drone.
 
EXT. COUNTRYSIDE - AIR-WAY TRAVEL LANE - NIGHT
Horses and cows roam throughout pastures below while Rabbit’s
drone hovers a couple hundred feet above ground.
 
INT. RABBIT’S DRONE - NIGHT
Lea monitors the craft’s flight path while Rabbit, Deajah and the dog
farmer sleep.  Burlington waddles up to Roland and licks his face
causing him to awaken.
 
ROLAND
(to Lea)
Hey, guess this makes us fugitives.
(looking to Rabbit and Deajah)
You brought friends. 
 
LEA
The cute one’s Deajah.  There’s less than a 100 Master Hackers
on this planet and D’s amongst them.  It took her 14 minutes to
shutdown the entire Pentagon.  She’s also the reason I passed
Annie’s background check.  The other one, Rabbit.  We grew up
together at a shelter in Trafalgar Square.  We had similarities...both
raped by the same man.
 
ROLAND
I...
 
LEA
I was 7.  It was a heavy-set homeless lad.  I can still smell the hot
chocolate and whisky from his breath.  I remember the night.  It was
cold and had just fallen asleep.  In the wee hours I awoke to the
frozen touch of a scaly hand.  I pushed it away but it kept slowly
creeping back.  I screamed...but nothing would come out.  I wanted
to die that night. I truly wanted death.  But then, this gigantic English
Setter leaped out from nowhere and landed on my attacker’s face. 
Got him pretty good.  A "Bobby" told me he took over two hundred
stitches and will never have feeling on the left side of his face again. 
I found out later from a 'biddy' that the dog’s name was Angel.
 
Lea strokes several keys on the drone’s dashboard.
 
INT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - SHOOTING RANGE - DAY
A series of columns filled with agents that take down terrorist targets
in the distance.  Salemi loads his weapon in the last row when a
holo-window with Oliver appears.
 
OLIVER (HOLO-WINDOW)
I’ve confirmed ID on our hostage.  He’s someone I’ve spoken to.
Roland Collins, and he’s a dog farmer.
 
SALEMI
Terrorists don’t care for breeders much.
 
OLIVER
They also took a bloodhound that was shaven, indicating
government owned.  Sir, these federal dogs have built-in locators.
 
SALEMI
The hostages...the bloodhound will lead us right to them.  Bot, this
stays between us for now.
 
EXT. SUPERIOR NATIONAL FOREST - DAY 
A solitary roadway surrounded by towering Norway pine trees.
Rabbit’s drone pulls up next to an embankment and the doors slide
upwards.  Lea steps out and scans the area.
 
LEA
This is it!  It’s definitely the spot!
 
The passengers emerge from the craft when Deajah slowly looks up
towards a massive redwood.
 
DEAJAH
Wow, these Legion friends of yours.  I don’t really think they want to
be found. 
 
Rabbit pulls a hefty backpack out from the drone’s trunk and hands
it to Lea.
 
RABBIT
Here, I keep this for emergencies.  It’s got everything you’ll need.
 
LEA
I’ll guard it with my life.  You sure you won’t come with us? 
 
Rabbit steps forward and gently kisses Lea on the lips.
 
RABBIT
I adore you like a sister, but this isn’t about the dogs anymore.
It’s about personal vendettas.  We’ve made our statement.  We
should be celebrating.
 
LEA
And I love you like a brother, but you’re being a bit naive.  In a few
days the media will have forgotten about your big conquest.
 
Rabbit raises her right hand and contorts it to look like a dog’s face. 
 
RABBIT
Rise of the dogs.
 
Lea mimics Rabbit’s hand symbol.
 
LEA
May the dogs rise.
 
Rabbit and Deajah step back inside the drone and the vehicle
pulls away, leaving Roland and Lea abandoned. 
 
ROLAND
OK, so, now what?
 
LEA
Now, we walk. 
 
MONTAGE:
Lea feels for moss along the base of a gigantic tree and signals the
explorers northward.
 
A maze of trees and bushes as the duo make their way onward,
with flashlights gleaming.
 
Lea SLIDES down a steep dirt slope as Roland follows close behind.
 
EXT. RIVER - DAY
Lea glares towards the RAGING WATERS when Roland strolls up.
 
LEA
We’re getting close. 
 
Lea tosses a small metallic module towards the ground and it ignites,
creating a miniature fire that BLAZES INTENSELY.
 
LEA (CONT.)
Come close. 
 
Roland bends down and places his palms over the flames.
 
LEA (CONT.)
The village, your dogs?  Will they be OK for a bit?
 
ROLAND
Annie will handle things for now.  Lea, why did you bring me here? 
Do you think you can change me?
 
LEA
I would never try and change you, Roland.  I’m just trying to get
you to understand.
 
ROLAND
Understand what? 
 
LEA
That the dogs.  They’re just like us.
 
MONTAGE: 
 
Lea tosses a packet to the ground and it INFLATES into a 15 foot
sized tent. 
 
Sunbeams blast down on Roland and Lea who make pace along
the river bank.
 
Roland tests out potential walking sticks as Lea keeps moving
northward.
 
Lea sharpens her knife against a flat stone with a rodent roasting
over an open fire pit.
 
EXT. SMALL ROCK MOUNTAIN - DAY 
Roland wipes sweat from his brow as Lea steps faster.
 
ROLAND
Maybe we should turn back. 
 
Lea glances downward -- fresh dog feces. 
 
LEA
No, I don’t think so.
 
HELLISH GROWLS from above where a mammoth Doberman
Pinscher salivates at the top of a cliff.
 
ROLAND
Don’t move.
 
LEA
I wasn’t planning on it.
 
An Alaskan Malamute and a German Shepherd suddenly appear
from behind the Pinscher, along with a dozen other deadly dogs. 
Lea slowly reaches down, grabs several pine cones and hands them
to Roland.
 
LEA (CONT.)
(quietly)
They’re picking up on your scent.  Brush the cones over your body. 
 
Roland reluctantly scrubs. 
 
LEA (CONT.)
Armpits...
 
Lea engages in a stare down with the Doberman Pinscher.
 
LEA (CONT.)
Give it a moment.  They’ll recognize my smell soon enough. 
(towards the dogs)
Hah-ri!
The Doberman Pinscher takes several leaps down from the ledge,
steps closer to Lea and sniffs her hand.
 
LEA (CONT.)
Ha-tep!
 
The rest of the CRAZED canines back-down as Roland takes a
labored breath.
 
ROLAND
Wild dogs?
 
LEA
No, Guardians.  They patrol the campground’s perimeter. 
We’ve arrived.
 
Lea stokes the Pinscher’s head.
 
LEA (CONT.)
There was a small cave bout a half mile back. 
 
Lea hands Roland Rabbit’s backpack.
 
LEA (CONT.)
Go and set up base.  I’ll be there in a few hours.
 
ROLAND
Where are you going?
 
LEA
Taking Burlington to get checked over.  They won’t let us on the
campground until he’s had full exam. 
 
Lea makes her way into the woods as Burlington trails close behind.
 
ROLAND
And what about the Guardians!?
 
LEA
Make sure you have plenty of pine cones!
 
INT. AGENT BRADLEY’S HOME - BEDROOM - DAY 
Agent Bradley snuggles under a heap of comforters when a
holo-window of Salemi MATERIALIZES overhead.
Bradley slowly awakens.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
Sal?
 
SALEMI
Hey, I know it’s your day off, but I need a favor.  Can you round up
12 agents, 3 FBI dogs, a Butterfly drone, and be ready to ascend in
6 hours?  And, this all has to be off the record.  I’ll explain about
that later.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
This is a bad dream, right?
 
SALEMI
I can find the hostages, Bradley.  And we’ve got less then 48 hrs
to bring them home.  They’re gonna  replace us with AIs.  So, you
see, we save the hostages, we save our jobs.
 
INT. SUPERIOR NATIONAL FOREST - MINIATURE CAVE - NIGHT
Flames illuminate the dwelling as Roland jumbles through Rabbit’s
backpack.
 
A NOISE, just beyond the flames.
 
FEMALE VOICE (O.S.)
It’s just me.
 
Nakhti steps out from the darkness sporting her porcelain poodle
mask.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Hope I didn’t startle you.  Trick or treat?
 
ROLAND
It’s kind of sexy, in a strange way.  Where’s our friend?
 
NAKHTI/LEA
No worries...Burlington’s safe.
 
Nakhti pulls a ceramic German Shepherd mask out from behind
her back and hands it to Roland, who reluctantly puts it on. 
 
NAKHTI/LEA (CONT.)
Munzi’s must be worn at all times.  And the names Roland and
Lea don’t exist, understand?  You will address me as Nakhti. 
Say it: Nakhti. 
 
ROLAND
Na-kh-ti.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Good.  And you will go by the name Asabi.  No Roland, no
barmpot -  you’re Asabi. 
 
ASABI/ROLAND
Asabi.  That’s different.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
On this campground, anonymity is the only thing that guarantees
our protection.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
Protection?  That’s not funny.  Who are these people?
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Doctors, lawyers and celebrities.  Rich and powerful “John Does”
with only one commonality.  Their love for all dogs. 
 
A massive Bull Terrier strolls into the cave followed by a burly
Saint Bernard -- it’s BROOKLYN.
 
NAKHTI/LEA (CONT.)
Ah, our chaperones have arrived.  That’s Brooklyn.  Let him
smell you.  It’s OK.
 
Roland lowers his hand and Brooklyn begins to SNIFF.
 
A SERIES OF SCENES - FBI OFFICES - NIGHT
A sleek BUTTERFLY DRONE with lengthy propellers STARTS UP. 
Inside the craft, Oliver preps for take off. 
 
Salemi studies a holo-projection at his desk that displays 3-D
imagery of Superior National Forest. 
 
Several agents place blasters and explosives in duffle bags while
others run supplies to the drone. 
 
EXT. LEGION CAMPGROUND - RIVER - NIGHT
Scores of camouflaged tents with over several hundred Legion
members breaking bread.  The women wear identical porcelain poodle
masks while the men sport matching German Shepherd disguises.
In the distance, Asabi and Nakhti stroll along the river’s edge.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
(peering towards the campground)
OK, the masks are starting to get a little creepy.  How can you even
tell people apart? 
 
NAKHTI/LEA
We recognize each other by scent.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
I’ll make sure not to bathe.  Are we going on there? 
 
Just off shore, a gigantic, luxurious, antique, 1920s style AIR-FERRY
HOVERS just a few feet above water.
 
INT. AIR-FERRY - MESS ROOM - NIGHT
Aged decor with chandeliers that glimmer over a marble table.  A
dozen dinner guests wear elegantly designed canine masks with dog
chaperones that linger by their sides.  The Bull Terrier snuggles next
to Nakhti’s legs as Brooklyn idles near Asabi.
 
SETI, 50s, regal, who wears a Bulldog mask brimming with red
diamonds, stands.  He’s leader of the HIGH COUNCIL.
 
SETI
Growth in consciousness doesn't depend on the will of the intellect or
its possibilities, but on the intensity of the inner urge! 
 
The diners raise their glasses and drink when a gigantic
ROTTWEILER seated next to Seti, SNEEZES.
 
SETI (CONT.)
(towards the Rottweiler)
Ilbis jakitta!
(towards the guests)
The dogs shall rise!
 
DINNER GUESTS
The dogs shall rise! 
 
SETI
And now Ebio has a special announcement for us this evening.
Seti takes his seat and a frail female slowly rises.  It’s EBIO, 70s,
loving but dangerous, and sports a gold trimmed Boston terrier mask
with emeralds spread about.
 
EBIO
I am pleased to inform you that we have newborns amongst us
this evening.  Please welcome Nakhti and her acquaintance Asabi.
 
A brisk APPLAUSE.
 
EBIO (CONT.)
And for those of you who are wondering...Nakhti seeks to become
a Noble.  She’s requesting us to reflect on her addition to the high
council.
 
More APPLAUSE from the diners and Nakhti waves.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
I am truly honored by your kindness and consideration. 
 
EBIO
Thank you Nakhti.  And now we eat!
 
Ebio sits and the guests begin to converse amongst themselves. 
 
Asabi leans into Nakhti’s ear.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
What was that all about?
 
NAKHTI/LEA
I’ll explain later.  Just don’t address any of the members unless
spoken to.
 
Several German Shepard masked waiters stream out from the gally
holding dinner trays.  A server approaches Asabi and places down
a plate with a SIZZLING steak.  The starved dog farmer reaches for
his fork and Nakhti quickly grabs his hand.
 
NAKHTI/LEA (CONT.)
(whisper)
Dogs eat first. 
 
Seti RINGS a crystal antique bell and suddenly, the chaperone dogs
jump up towards the table and begin to chow-down.
 
SETI
Asabi!  Your name...what does it mean? 
 
ASABI/ROLAND
Ahhh...
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Adventurer, visionary, someone who isn’t restricted by rules and
regulations.  A soul to inspire others to find the truth.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
Yeah, what she said.
 
SETI
I didn’t know we were in the presence of such an honorable man, 
Nakhti!  In the morning it would please me to give Asabi a tour of
the campground, if I may?
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Yes, of course, my lord.
 
EXT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - ROOFTOP - NIGHT
The Butterfly drone’s propellers begin to spin as agents file into
the doorway.
 
EXT. LEGION CAMPGROUND - DAY 
A gigantic tent with drooling dogs that patrol the perimeter.
 
INT. MAKESHIFT SCIENCE LAB - DAY
Various caged animals spread about with scientists in dog masks
that conduct experiments.  Seti and Asbasi enter the tent.
 
SETI
Ah, here we are.
 
Seti’s Rottweiler walks in followed by Brooklyn, who keeps track of
Asabi. 
 
SETI (CONT.)
So, how are you enjoying your stay here, Asabi?
 
ASABI/ROLAND
I’m impressed, actually.  The Eggs Benedict dish was delicious.
 
SETI
Well, I’m glad you approve of our menu.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
But I will say...that humongous Saint Bernard following me around
everywhere is a little intimidating.
 
SETI
Brooklyn?  Oh, he’s not here to harm you.  He’s been assigned to 
protect you.  He’s your “shed”.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
Protect me?
 
Seti CHUCKLES.
 
SETI
Yes, think of a shed as more like a sibling, or brother.  You see, here,
in this place, canine and man are treated as equals.  They’re
considered family, just as ancient Egyptians believed.  We sleep
together, eat together, bathe together.  And yes, just like the great
pharaohs, we even share the same cemetery plots.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
Burying humans along with dogs...don’t you think that’s a little extreme? 
They’re animals, just pets.
 
SETI
And yet these animals embrace us with unconventional love, are there
when we need companionship and would die to protect us against our
enemies.  Just pets,  curious...
 
Seti leads Asabi towards a sizable translucent vat filled with blue liquid.
 
SETI (CONT.)
And now, the main attraction.  What if I told you that we may have
found the world’s first synthetically created antidote for curing cancer.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
Synthetic?  That would mean...
 
SETI
Yes, the liberation of all canine.
 
ASABI/ROLAND
Am I missing something?  Why haven't you shared this research
with the government? 
 
SETI
Intriguing idea, for sure.  But, you see, there are people with great
authority that have no intention of seeking an alternative cure.  Can
you imagine the financial impact on certain government corporations
if the Red law was to be rescinded? 
 
Towards the back of the lab, a CRAZED caged rabbit runs around
in circles with blood-filled eyes and enormous blisters -- Asabi
takes notice. 
 
SETI (CONT.)
Unfortunately, our miracle cure has certain side effects that have
prevented the research from moving forward.
 
The Rottweiler steps up and Seti strokes its backside.
 
EXT. SUPERIOR NATIONAL FOREST - DAY
The FBI Butterfly drone streams over endless towering trees.
 
INT. FBI BUTTERFLY DRONE - DAY
Agents prepare to land as several metallic greyhound robo
dogs -- Stun-Runners, POWER UP in the background.
 
Salemi leans forward and hands Bradley a leather billfold.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
What’s this?
 
SALEMI
Governor Shane’s wallet.  I pocketed it from evidence.  In a couple
of hours, I’ll be expecting you to personally hand it to him.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
Well, let’s hope that wallet comes with a reward. 
 
The aircraft descends. 
 
EXT. LEGION CAMPGROUND - ALONG THE RIVER  - DAY
German Shepherd and poodle masked rebels converse as others
drink wine and sing SONG.
 
In the distance, Asabi tosses a large stick towards the river and
Brooklyn brings it back.
 
EXT. WOODED PATH - DAY
Nakhti and Seti walk in unison as their sheds trail close behind.
 
SETI
It was good to see you again, Nakhti.  You know, I often fantasize
about what’s really behind that piece of porcelain you carry so well.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
I’m not repulsive, if that’s what you wanted to know.
 
SETI
I can only imagine.  The riots across the states.  The high council is
 very disappointed in your attempt to stop them. 
 
NAKHTI/LEA
As am I.  I made every effort but they turned on deaf ears. 
 
SETI
What’s done is done.  But, unfortunately, their foolish acts have
raised attention.  The council’s only choice is to delay our agenda.
The dog farmer will have to wait.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
I understand.
 
SETI
You’ve been doing well thus far and for this I bring grand news. 
The council has decided to brand you a Noble.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Yes, my lord.  Thank you. 
 
Seti pulls a doggy treat out from his pocket and tosses it to his
Rottweiler.
 
EXT. SUPERIOR NATIONAL FOREST - OPEN FIELD - DAY
Reindeer scatter as the FBI’s Butterfly drone floats down from the
skies and hovers just a couple feet above ground.  The aircraft’s
door slides open and the agents, along with the 3 Stun-Runners,
file out onto the field.
 
SALEMI
(towards Bradley)
We’ll reach out to you at sunset.  No communication until then. 
Bot, give them some eyes.
 
A mini drone ejects from Oliver’s belt buckle and ZIPS off into
the woods.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
(to Salemi)
Like you said, “hostages home by Christmas.”
 
Bradley makes a quick salute and bolts into the thicket with the rest
of the agents following suit.
 
OLIVER
Sir, I’m feeling slightly helpless.  Is there anything we can do
to assist? 
 
SALEMI
Ya, we can pray.
 
INT. MINIATURE CAVE - NIGHT
Roland heats dinner inside a microwavable backpack when Lea
enters. 
 
ROLAND
Hey...
 
Lea WHISTLES and Burlington darts out from the darkness. 
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
(toward Burlington)
Oh, look who’s back.  Did you miss me?
 
The bloodhound licks Roland’s face.
 
LEA
I think that’s a yes. 
 
ROLAND
Something’s wrong.  He’s different.  His whole attitude’s changed.
 
LEA
He’s displaying lascivious behavior.  It’s perfectly normal after his
type of surgery.
 
ROLAND
Surgery?
 
LEA
Our doctor’s replaced Burlington’s epididymis with a synthetic one. 
Roland, he can make babies.
 
ROLAND
It’s not possible. 
 
LEA 
It’s true.  You could say we’re creating miracles here.  Miracles like
Dogca City.
 
ROLAND
Dogca City...
 
Lea reaches out and grabs onto Roland’s hands.
 
LEA 
Imagine a place, a place where millions of dogs are allowed to roam
free from slaughter.  Not treated as pets or playmates or labourers
to serve the disabled.  No, in Dogca City, they rule the land.  Can
you imagine?  Roland, we’ve created the world’s first canine
sanctuary.
 
ROLAND
(jokingly)
A city filled with dogs?  Is that some kind of English humor?  It’s an
interesting idea, though. 
 
Lea pulls back and cracks a slight smile.
 
LEA
You’re right...it’s nothing.  Gibberish.
 
Blood slowly trickles down from Lea’s nostril and Roland takes notice. 
She wipes the red plasma away with one quick stroke. 
 
LEA (CONT.)
I’m OK, that happens to me sometimes.
 
EXT. WAIST HIGH GRASS FIELD - NIGHT
Moonlight gleams down on Salemi and Oliver as they trudge through
the brush.
 
OLIVER
Sir, I’m just curious.  When do you plan on providing me with a
weapon?
 
SALEMI
No can do; you’re strictly an observer.  The union doesn’t allow bots
to be armed.
 
OLIVER
I was under the impression you woke us up to help. 
 
SALEMI
Help steal our jobs?  Listen, regardless of how humans feel about
robos, you’ll always be a threat to our livelihoods.  We can pretend
to like you all we want, but it eventually just leads to envy and hate.
 
OLIVER
I don’t hate you, sir.
 
SALEMI
That’s good to know.
 
Oliver stops short.
 
OLIVER 
My monitoring system indicates movement from multiple directions.
 
SALEMI
How many men?
 
OLIVER
Not men.  Dogs.  Thirteen, to be exact.
 
Salemi glares into the fields where several canine heads bob up
and down, drawing rapidly closer. 
 
SALEMI
I can’t shoot them all.
 
OLIVER
There’s an old spruce tree, 213 meters northwest.  If we can make it
there, we’ll have a 6.2 chance of survival.
 
SALEMI 
That’s not good enough!  Any other ideas!? 
 
OLIVER
We can pray.
 
A gigantic Great Dane is just fifty feet away.  Salemi raises his blaster
and targets the animal’s head.
 
SALEMI
Four legged bastard!
 
Like magic, the Great Dane suddenly PLUNGES down into the grass
and disappears.  Salemi lowers his firearm and looks to Oliver.
 
OLIVER
Maybe some kind of tactical move? 
 
Three more incoming dogs SWOOP DOWN into the grass.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
Something else is out there.
 
SALEMI
Bot, the spruce tree.
 
The agents make a mad dash for the thick tree as the remaining
CRAZED canines give chase.  Oliver STUMBLES to the ground,
but Salemi keeps moving. 
 
SALEMI (CONT.)
Come on, tin man, you’re supposed to be faster then that!
 
VIOLENT GROWLS grow closer when six more canines DIP DOWN
into the grass.
 
SALEMI (CONT.)
Bot, get out the way!
 
Salemi READIES his blaster when the final three dogs disappear. 
STILLNESS with the SOUNDS of CRICKETS fill the air.  Salemi
carefully scans the fields.
 
In the distance, roam 3 canines with fur made of AstroTurf. 
Suddenly, the dogs FAZE OUT from CAMOUFLAGE GRASS
MODE and back to TITANIUM.  It’s the FBI Stun-Runners.
 
SALEMI (CONT.)
I think I should keep one of them, you know, to protect my condo. 
Bot, the terror camp.  How quickly can those dogs get there?
 
OLIVER
At full speed, 26 minutes, 12 seconds.
 
Salemi gives Oliver a slight nod and the Stun-Runners sprint off
into the woods.
 
INT. MINIATURE CAVE - NIGHT
Complete darkness when distant SCREAMS ring out.  A small light
appears and Roland nudges Lea.
 
ROLAND
Hey...
 
She sleeps soundly when more far-off SHRIEKS EMANATE.
 
EXT. MINIATURE CAVE - NIGHT
Brooklyn and Nakhti’s shed quietly snooze in the distance when
Roland sneaks off.
 
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT 
The dog farmer makes his way down a branch filled path as the
SCREAMS draw closer.
 
EXT. RIVERBANK - FEEDING PIT - NIGHT
A towering BONFIRE CRACKLES as high council members  sporting
lengthy robes pray around a deep-seated crater.  Towards the bottom
of the pit lie a dozen SALIVATING pit bulls.  Seti steps forward. 
 
SETI 
(Egyptian; sub-titled)
Awake in peace, Lady of Peace.  Rise thou in peace, Rise thou in
beauty.  Goddess of Life, Beautiful in heaven, Heaven is in peace.
A burly man wearing a stylish Boxer mask grips onto a thick rope
and Seti gives him a slight nod.  Suddenly, a SCREAMING prisoner
with bloody welts gets lowered down.
 
EXT. RIVERBANK - BUSHES IN THE DISTANCE - NIGHT
Roland hides behind a large shrub where he glares at the CRAZED
SCREAMING man. 
 
ROLAND
(to himself)
The governor...
 
EXT. FEEDING PIT - NIGHT
The bloody-eyed political leader repeatedly WAILS as the high counci
l MURMUR Egyptian CHANTS.
 
SETI
Governor Shane, you were given sole responsibility to protect this
great state of Minnesota and all of its citizens, which includes canines!
And for this, you have failed!  A number of bills, signed by you, are not
only unjust but most certainly inhumane!  And for these actions, this
council sentences you to death! 
 
The hostage BELLOWS while he gets lowered into the pit.
 
SETI (CONT.)
I don’t believe he’ll be up for re-election.
 
GROWLS from below.  The FRENZIED pit bulls LEAP UP and
BITE DOWN on the governor’s torso.
 
EXT. BUSHES IN THE DISTANCE - NIGHT
Roland steps back and falls to the ground.  He looks up -- it’s Ebio
who glares at the unmasked man.
 
EBIO
Who are you?  Where did you come from?
 
Roland quickly gets to his feet and scurries off.  Ebio looks towards
the riverbank and signals Seti, who gives a COMMAND to his Rottweiler.
 
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT 
Roland BARRELS over logs and around branches as distant SAVAGE
GRUNTS draw closer.  The farmer TRIPS, landing in a wide ditch
when the beast appears in plain view.  A cliff in the distance -- Roland
rises and makes a mad dash for the ledge.  The CRAZED Rottweiler
is now just a few yards away.  The dog farmer takes a leap of faith
straight off the cliff...luckily, the river lies below.
 
EXT. STREAM - NIGHT 
Bradley and agent Stone take the lead as the rest of the team treads
from behind along the water’s edge.
 
AGENT STONE
I’ve heard these Legion maniacs own vicious canines that are trained
for one thing.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
I have to be completely honest with you.  I’ve never killed a real
dog before.
 
AGENT STONE
Remember, they’ve got four legs so everything moves faster.  Make
sure to lead your shot several inches off the mark.
 
AGENT BRADLEY
Right...
 
EXT. WOODS - NIGHT
A soaked Roland rests against a hefty tree.
 
ROLAND
(to himself)
The governor...they killed the governor. 
 
Heavy PANTING looms from behind.  Roland calmly peers towards
the SOUNDS.  Seti’s Rottweiler charges and FROTHS at the mouth.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
It’s OK, boy.
 
The ENRAGED animal inches closer and SNARLS.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Shit...
 
A beat.
 
Suddenly, a shinny FBI Stun-Runner struts out from the bushes,
flashing its razor sharp teeth.  The Rottweiler, not impressed, locks
eyes with the cyborg mutt.
 
Roland slowly scans the grounds for an escape route taking full
advantage of the distracted dogs.
 
A beat, when 2 more FBI robo canines appear.  The Rottweiler
hesitates for a moment and then darts off.  The Stun-Runners
give chase.
 
EXT. AIR-FERRY - MAIN DECK - NIGHT
The high council relish and celebrate in the demise of governor
Shane when an injured Akita Guardian limps up.  Ebio reaches down
and inspects the animal’s wounds.
 
SETI
What is it?
 
EBIO
Intruders, at the border.
 
SETI
Torch the lab and get everyone to the ferry. 
 
EBIO
The hostages...
 
SETI
Ebio, I’m not a callous man.  Release them.  Release them All.
 
EXT. CAVERN - NIGHT
A gigantic rock structure with a massive pitch-black opening.  Agent
Bradley and her team approach the scene in a guarded state.
 
AGENT BRADLEY (OVER HEADSET)
Stone, check your low-line thermals.  I’m picking up 27 heat signatures
straight in the middle of her belly.
 
AGENT STONE (OVER HEADSET)
Ya, I’m reading it.  Hostages?
 
AGENT BRADLEY (OVER HEADSET)
Or hostiles.  No one goes in until we run a proper scan.
 
Suddenly, a welt-infested woman slowly crawls out from the cavern
on all fours and Bradley raises her blaster.
 
AGENT BRADLEY (OVER HEADSET)
Somebody ID her!  Now!
 
AGENT #1 places a pair of hi-tech binoculars up to his eyes.  He
locks in on the woman’s face and her personal information
MATERIALIZES inside the eyepiece.
 
AGENT #1 (OVER HEADSET)
She’s a friendly.  Luciana Rodriguez. 
 
AGENT BRADLEY (OVER HEADSET)
Preparing for rescue and recover.
 
Bradley steps out from a tree, calmly approaches the hostage and
squats.  The agent extends her hand and carefully strokes the sickly
woman’s hair.
 
AGENT BRADLEY (CONT.)
Luciana, it’s OK now.  You’re safe. 
 
Luciana TREMBLES with blood-filled eyes and enormous blisters
that riddle her face.
 
AGENT BRADLEY (CONT.)
Judge Rodriguez, the rest of the hostages.  What’s there condition?
 
The RABID woman clinches her teeth and GROWLS.
 
AGENT BRADLEY (CONT.)
Ms. Rodriguez...
 
Suddenly, the crazed detainee bursts forward, TEARING her teeth
into Bradley’s arm.
 
EXT. WOODS - SMALL CLEARING - NIGHT
Salemi and Oliver set up communication satellites at a makeshift
command center when a holo-window appears. Numerous SCREAMS
mixed with BLASTS from a signal that’s BREAKING UP.
 
UNIDENTIFIED AGENT (HOLO-WINDOW)
We need medical!  Multiple attackers.  I repeat... 
 
SALEMI
Bradley, is that you?  I’m not reading that!
 
AGENT STONE
Bradley’s down!  We thought they were friendlies!
 
SALEMI
How many rebels? 
 
AGENT STONE
Not rebels!  It’s the hostages!  The transmission dies.
 
SALEMI
(towards Oliver)
Did he say hostages?  What’s the position on those canine bots?
 
OLIVER
Less then a mile from the terrorist base camp, sir. 
 
SALEMI
Send a couple dogs over to Bradley to assist.  And make sure they’re
prepped for medical.
 
OLIVER
Sir, separating Stun-Runners could leave the dogs extremely vulnerable.
 
SALEMI
And if anything happens to Bradley, it could “leave you...”  Split up
the damn mutts. 
 
EXT. WOODED PATH - NIGHT
The FBI Stun-Runners scramble in pursuit of Seti’s Rottweiler, when
suddenly two of the robo dogs break down a separate path.
 
EXT. CAVERN - NIGHT 
FBI agents BLAST SHOTS towards the cave as over two dozen
crazed hostages FRANTICALLY STORM towards them. 
 
A SERIES OF SCENES: 
 
A RAGING JUDGE, foaming from the mouth, piggybacks onto
AGENT WEST’S, 50s, does things old school -- shoulders and sinks
his teeth into his neck.
 
AGENT #1 and a masked LEGION MEMBER WRESTLE around in
a pile of leafs when a deranged hostage leaps on the men and
SNAPS both their necks.
 
MOVEMENT from tree branches high above where AGENT
PACADA, 40s, quiet yet violent type, coldly SHOOTS DOWN
fleeing escapees.
 
A POPULAR MAYOR jumps out from the cavern in a DEMENTED
STATE and agent Stone STUNS the politician with his taser.
 
Two INFECTED HOSTAGES gnaw on a downed agent’s head when
AGENT #2 comes up and OPENS FIRE on the barbarians.
 
EXT. RIVERBANK - AIR-FERRY - NIGHT
Hundreds of masked rebels FRANTICALLY scramble onto the  hover
craft as others gather up canines.
 
Towards the shoreline, the lone Stun-Runner scans the Legion’s
activities when Seti’s Rottweiler creeps up from behind.
 
The FBI dog turns towards the slobbering beast and the contenders
charge each other -- GROWLS, BARKS, a VIOLENT scuffle. 
 
The Stun-Runner LIGHTS-UP with ELECTRICITY, SHOCKING the
Rottweiler who falls back somewhat DAZED.  The robo canine
charges forward and leaps onto Seti’s dog.  One BIG CHOMP and
the robo’s severed head falls to the ground.
 
EXT. TORCHED MAKESHIFT SCIENCE LAB - SUNRISE
Smoke creeps out from a mountain of rubble as surviving agents
comb the grounds.
 
Roland and Burlington walk past a temporary morgue with rows of
the deceased. 
 
In the backdrop, agent Stone peers over a mangled metal mess when
Salami steps up and checks over the debris. 
 
SALEMI
I guess the robo mutts didn’t work out so well. 
 
AGENT STONE
Don’t blame the dogs.  Their programing...it wouldn’t allow them to
harm the hostages.
 
Oliver appears from a wooded trail gripping onto a lifeless agent
Bradley when Salemi steps up. 
 
SALEMI
Bradley...Neely, Frost?
 
OLIVER
Amongst the deceased.  Giving a total of 5 agent fatalities.  Braxton’s
still in critical.
 
Oliver hands Salemi governor Shane’s wallet.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
Agent Bradley had this clinched in her hands.
 
In the distance, a lifeless woman wears a burnt porcelain puddle
mask.  Roland FRANTICLY scurries up to the scene and removes
the scorched disguise -- not Lea. 
 
Salemi steps up to Roland and peers towards the expired hostages. 
 
SALEMI
For God’s sake, we came here to help them.
 
ROLAND
They were injected with an experimental cancer vaccine.  And losing
your mind is one of its side effects. 
 
SALEMI 
Human guinea pigs.  Terrorist revenge...
 
ROLAND 
Not revenge.  Restitution.  From all those who support laws that
massacre dogs.
 
Salemi lays his jacket over the deceased woman’s remains
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - SUN-BUNKER - DAY
Roland kneels next to a flowing stream as he strokes  Burlington’s
forehead.
 
ROLAND
Lea thinks you can make babies.  Well, lets see if she’s right.
 
The dog farmer points towards a SPEEDY beagle that CHASES
a cybernetic squirrel around a birch tree.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Go on, boy.  She’s waiting for you.
 
Burlington jolts off when there’s a voice from overhead.
 
ANNIE
It’s good to have you back safely, Mr. Collins.  You have a number
of notifications.
 
ROLAND
Prioritize any messages from Lea Raddik, please. 
 
A holo-window appears with an image of Darby.
 
DARBY (HOLO-WINDOW)
Hey, this is my 7th massage.  Anyway, I just heard on the news about
the hostages.  Thank god you made it out of there.  Listen...
 
ROLAND
Delete message.
 
A figure of a poorly dressed SALESMAN, 60s, MATERIALIZES.
 
SALESMAN (HOLO-WINDOW)
Mr. Collins, how would you like to get your hands on the world’s
first synthetically engineered blood booster for dogs?  We’re calling
it READY-16 and it’s guaranteed to make your studs as horny as hell. 
In fact, you will double pup production. 
 
ROLAND
Delete message.
 
A 3D still projection of a golden cross FAZES in.
 
FEMALE VOICE (HOLO-WINDOW)
Hello, Mr. Collins and congratulations.  Joshua Butler has guested
you at our Huntington cemetery location.  Please come visit him at
your earliest convenience to start new and wonderful conversations. 
And again, thanks for using the Holo-Bye system.
 
INT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - DAY 
Newly employed droid AI officials roam the hallways as Salemi
checks in at the front desk.  A beat when Agent West and a newer
AI DROID, approach.
 
AGENT WEST
Hey Sal, this is your replacement from Philly.  He’ll be taking over
your new case files.  He was part of the ‘Calloway’ take down.
 
Salemi gives a slight nod.
 
AI DROID
It’s my pleasure.  Agent Salemi, I’m fascinated by your controversial
techniques considering the overall success rate. 
 
SALEMI
Ya, well, I try.
 
AGENT WEST
So, do you have any advice for our new hire?
 
SALEMI
Bots never retire.  I’d cancel the 401k.
 
A male CLERK, 30s, reaches over and taps Salemi on the hand.
 
CLERK
Burns needs you.
 
INT. DIRECTOR BURNS OFFICE - MOMENTS LATER
Roland grabs an empty chair in front of an empty desk when a
holo-window of a seated director Burns MATERIALIZES. 
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
The Attorney General wants to press charges against you.  Sal, I
wish you would have reached out. 
 
SALEMI
It’s not over.  I’ll find those bastards.  I promise you that.
 
DIRECTOR BURNS
No, you won’t.  You’re on an indefinite suspension.  Leave your ID
and firearm.  The AIs are in charge now.
 
The transmission ends.
 
EXT. CEMETERY - NIGHT
Snow flurries waft around headstones with an oversized bunker that
sits in the distance.
 
INT. BUNKER - NIGHT
A LANKY OLD MAN, 70s, grungy, looks over papers at his desk when
Roland enters.  A mini cyborg Munchkin Cat scurries up to the dog
farmer and HISSES.
 
ROLAND
Feisty little thing.  For a moment I thought it was an organic.
 
LANKY OLD MAN
Name’s Poga.  Rescued her from a junk yard.  Her kind are mostly
used as pipe scouters.  Be careful, she’ll nip at ya.  Bad hard drive.
 
ROLAND
I’m here for Joshua Butler.
 
Lanky Old Man turns to a holo-window and strokes several virtual
keys.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
How do Holo-Bye’s work anyway? 
 
LANKY OLD MAN
Vocalization logs.  Basically,  our clients are required to keep a 24
hour verbal diary.  Our techs just analyze the voice data and pretty
it up into code.
 
Lanky Old Man hands Roland an activation card.
 
LANKY OLD MAN (CONT.)
Ah, there we are.  Lot 17, section 5, plot 61.  Just follow Poga.
 
EXT. CEMETARY - MOMENTS LATER 
Hundreds of lavish gravestones as Poga leads Roland down a
winding snow covered path with glowing underground lights.  After
several moments, the robo cat creeps up to a freshly filled cemetary
plot and sniffs around.  A plaque reads: JOSHUA
BUTLER - 1987-2030.
 
Roland swipes the activation card along the tombstone and a
hologram of a LONG HAIRED WOMAN appears.
 
LONG HAIRED WOMAN 
Good evening, Roland Collins.  We’re so sorry to hear about this
moment of great sorrow.  There are Priests, Ministers, Rabbis,
Imams, Monks, Deacons and Roshis, all available for counseling
after your session ends.  Thanks again for visiting, and remember,
“it’s never too late to say goodbye on the Holo-Bye network.”
 
The Long Haired Woman fades away and a life-sized hologram
of Joshua MATERIALIZES.  The old friends gaze at one another.
 
ROLAND
Josh...I don’t know what to say.  This is weird. 
 
JOSHUA
Hi Roland, yes it’s really me.  Sorry this couldn’t be under warmer
conditions.
 
ROLAND
You look...great.
 
JOSHUA
Thank those computer geeks for that.
 
ROLAND
Josh, they’re calling your death a suicide.
 
JOSHUA
No way, a suicide?  Well, maybe.  I was feeling a little depressed.
Rol, I’ve been talking to them.  My dogs.  Do you talk to them, too?
 
ROLAND
No...sometimes.
 
JOSHUA
I enjoy reading them stories...right before bedtime.  Try to give them
a little bit of hope, a reason to keep living.  But I can see it in the
depths of their pupils.  Those animals know the end is near.  And
yet there’s nothing I can do.
 
ROLAND
It’s a job.  Not your fault, just a paycheck.
 
JOSHUA
I could have changed it.  You see, I’ve met people.  Rebels that fight
for the rights of dogs.They’ve been teaching me things.
 
ROLAND
What are you talking about?
 
JOSHUA
Freedom of all dogs.  I’ve joined a group of humanitarians that want
to help.  Do you actually know what really happens in those
government slaughter houses?
 
ROLAND
I’m not sure what’s going on here.  This doesn't sound like you. 
Must be this Holo-Bye programming.
 
JOSHUA
No, it’s not the programming.  Roland, I’ve changed over the past
few months.
 
ROLAND
Why? 
 
JOSHUA
Fell in love, I guess.  With a girl who was not my wife.  But, she
will always be my English Princess and I will forever be her barmpot. 
 
ROLAND
What?  What did you say?
 
JOSHUA
Would you like me to repeat the complete statement?
 
EXT. SALEMI’S HOME - NIGHT
Moonlight gleams down on an elderly couple as they walk a leashed
cat down the sidewalk. 
 
INT. SALEMI’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Salemi attempts to dance while he swigs on a large bottle of tequila. 
A holo-window in the background projects images from Bradley’s
wedding where Salemi and the bride to be goof around.
 
SALEMI
(singing)
All the way she cries, the liberty and eyes!  We won’t have to kill,
as soon as they pass the bill!
 
Several BEEPS emit from overhead. 
 
BRITNEY
Good evening, Mr. Salemi.
 
SALEMI
What do you want, you fucking whore?!?!
 
BRITNEY
You have a guest, sir.
 
SALEMI
I’m not taking any visitors right now.
 
BRITNEY
Unfortunately, I must insist. 
 
SALEMI
Are you telling me you just let a stranger in my house? 
 
BRITNEY
It wasn’t by choice, sir.  My programing has been overridden.
 
SALEMI
Overridden by who?
 
The frontdoor slides open and a figure steps forward -- it’s Oliver.
 
SALEMI
Bot!  Bot, come in and have a drink old pal.
 
OLIVER
I was concerned.  You haven’t been answering your calls.
 
SALEMI
Well, as you can see, Britney and I are quite fine.  Now release her
back to me please. 
 
Salemi CHUGS down more tequila.
 
OLIVER 
Collins came to see me.  I’ve implanted him with a tracker.  He claims
he can find the terrorists.
 
Salemi staggers over to the fireplace and reaches for a fire iron.
 
SALEMI
Collins?  OK, you want to be a damn hero so bad? 
 
The drunk raises the steel rod into the air and slowly lowers it onto
Oliver’s shoulder.
 
SALEMI (CONT.)
I, Armando Salemi, hereby grant you, the bot, the highest honor
possible.  I bestow on you the award of FBI certification.
Congrad-u-fucking-lations!
 
OLIVER
Sir, there’s no more time.  The terror threat still exists. Thousands
will die.
 
SALEMI
Well, bot, I enjoy your spunk, but the truth is...my men are all dead.
You want to go hunting for terrorists?  Well, let me tell you this. 
The Legion people are brutal killers and they all own ugly dogs. 
It would be a suicide.  Unless you can conjure-up a small army.
 
OLIVER
What about my brothers, the DeeDI-9s.  Their programming can be
updated for combat.  They will be our army.
 
SALEMI
You know the union frowns upon that stuff.
 
OLIVER
I’ve been reflecting.  Maybe the union’s all wrong.  Maybe it was never
supposed to be about droids vs. humans, but something better.  Sir,
we can take down these terrorists, but we must do it together.
 
SALEMI
Oliver, you are special.  Just like Bradley said you were.
 
OLIVER
Sir, you just referred to me by name.
 
EXT. ANGELS DOG SHELTER - NIGHT
A taxi drone hovers up to the door and Lea steps out in a hurried
fashion, clutching onto her travel bag.
 
A few blocks back, Roland’s drone idles.
 
INT. ROLAND’S DRONE - NIGHT
Roland glares towards the dog shelter.
 
ANNIE
Would you like me to follow them?
 
ROLAND
Yes, but keep a safe distance.
 
Roland’s craft pulls out and pursues the cab.
 
EXT. EMPTY LOT - NEAR FBI FIELD OFFICES - NIGHT
Oliver walks up to an idling drone and knocks on the passenger side
door.  The window rolls down and Salemi passes the droid a mini
jump-drive.
 
SALEMI
American Special Forces training.  Hope your boys have enough
memory.
 
OLIVER
Sir, this software is legal?
 
SALEMI
Oh, Oli, where’s your sense of adventure. 
 
EXT. BARKSDALE BAY - NIGHT 
State-of-the-art fishing vessels and fancy yachts hover a few feet
above water as the Legion’s air-ferry floats in the distance.
 
EXT. AIR-FERRY - NIGHT
Hundreds of masked Legion members board the giant craft when
Nakhti steps up to the back of the line.  Attached to the rear of the
ferry, a LIFEBOAT DRONE with a dozen SPINNING propellers.
 
In the distance, Roland peers out from a large bush.
 
ROLAND
(to himself)
I hope you’re still with me Oliver.
 
The dog farmer makes his way over to the pier and DIVES into
the freezing waters. 
 
EXT. FBI OFFICES - ROOFTOP - NIGHT
Propellers from a Butterfly drone begin to FLUTTER. 
 
INT. BUTTERFLY DRONE - NIGHT 
Over two dozen DeeDI-9s prepare for flight when Salemi steps onboard and approaches Oliver.
 
SALEMI
How was the training?
 
OLIVER
Extraordinary.  My comrades received impeccable combat scores.
 
SALEMI
Let’s keep in mind it was just simulated. 
 
OLIVER
So noted.
 
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Sal, come on out!  You, too, Oliver! 
 
Salemi peeks outside the window where agents West and Pacada
stand firm with weapons drawn.
 
SALEMI
(towards Oliver)
So, you claim your boys are combat ready.  Show me.
 
Oliver yells a COMMAND towards Tyler and a second DROID. 
The two robo agents POWER UP and spring out from the aircraft.
 
PACADA
Stand down!
 
The DeeDI-9s land directly in front of Agent West and Pacada
with blasters raised...and CHARGED.
 
TYLER
You’re in violation of a union  ordinance!  Please disarm immediately
or you will be fired upon!
 
Agent West and Pacada look to one another and hesitantly comply. 
 
EXT. OPEN SEAS - NIGHT
The Legion’s air-ferry slightly hovers over rough waters as two
humpbacks whales linger close behind.
 
INT. AIR-FERRY - CABIN - NIGHT
Lea peers into a mirror as blood seeps from her nose.  A KNOCK at
the door and she quickly wipes her face and places on the mask.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Yes!
 
Ebio enters gripping onto a fancy copper spear along with a brass
bulky one.
 
EBIO
To your success.
 
Ebio hands Nakhti the brass weapon and she accepts.
 
EBIO (CONT.)
We need more strong woman like yourself, you know.  If your
parents only knew...they'd be extremely proud on this day.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
You’ve taught me much my lady.  The closest thing I’ve had to a
mother, actually.
 
EBIO
And now here you are getting ready to be sworn in to the high
council.  Another victory for the dogs, we can assume. 
 
NAKHTI/LEA
And when will I finally form Union?
 
EBIO
During the first eve of the third quarter moon you must pledge
‘CHAKRA’.  On this night, you will mate with Seti to prove loyalty. 
Then, you will truly have Union.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Yes, my lady.
 
Ebio picks up a thick brush and styles Nakhti’s hair.
 
INT. FBI BUTTERFLY DRONE - PILOT AREA - NIGHT
Salemi and Oliver peer into virtual eye goggles that project a giant
map of earth.  Oliver points to a section of the globe and the image
ZOOMS in on the North Atlantic Ocean. 
 
OLIVER
It looks like the rebels are headed north.
 
SALEMI
Greenland?  I don’t get it, it’s mostly ice.
 
OLIVER
Yes, it did seem odd at first.
 
Oliver points and the map zooms in on three small islands.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
But, there’s something else.  These islands here, two of which are
owned by TRYwind.  It’s dead land, mostly used for wind turbines.
 
SALEMI
And the other?
 
OLIVER
Is listed as a farming operation.  Pumpkins, to be exact. 
 
SALEMI
Why would anybody farm pumpkins in the middle of the ocean, Oliver?
 
OLIVER
The ingestion of fibrous strands and seeds are extremely important for
canine health.  Sir, there’s an 89% chance this may be some sort of
sanctuary for dogs.  Possibly, the same place these terrorists refer to
as Dogca City.
 
SALEMI
The city of dogs.  I thought it was an old wife’s tale.
 
OLIVER
Maybe not.
 
Oliver points and the map focuses directly on the island.  Hundreds
of thousands of moving lights.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
Look, heat signatures, and they’re not human.
 
SALEMI
Jesus, you may be onto something.  Find us a cargo ship.  A big one.
 
EXT. AIR-FERRY - MAIN DECK - NIGHT
Rows of masked Legion members toting long spears CHANT in
Egyptian as Seti stands front and center.  Seti PUMPS his golden
lance into the air.
 
SETI
Behold!  We call on the god of Ma'at!
 
CHANTS of MA’AT from the onlookers!
 
SETI (CONT.)
Shroud us!
 
The rebels conduct COMBAT MOVES with their spears in unison when
Nakhti walks out holding her brass weapon high into the air.  She takes
Seti’s hand.
 
SETI (CONT.)
We ask that Ma'at embrace this child!  Give her great strength! 
And bless her with the courage of Anubis!
 
The dog masked revolutionaries go WILD!
 
INT. FBI BUTTERFLY DRONE - NIGHT
Salemi monitors the flight path when Oliver steps into the cabin.
 
OLIVER
I’ve located a suitable vessel to transport the dogs.  It’s called the
Meng Ho and it’s got over 1,300 hundred feet of cargo space. 
 
SALEMI
Meng Ho, huh?
 
OLIVER
Yes, the Meng Ho.
 
SALEMI
Get us there.
 
EXT. AIR-FERRY - MAIN DECK - NIGHT 
Nakhti kneels in front of Seti and the high council as Legion members
gather in the background. 
 
SETI
"Ankh, wedja, seneb!"
(life, prosperity, health!)  We are very proud of you, Nakhti!
From the time I’ve known you, you have been one of our strongest
members!  And for that, you shall be rewarded!  We present the
mask of Ma'at, the goddess of justice, truth and of order!
 
Seti hands Nakhti a mask in the shape of a Beagle with  fancy trim
and glowing pearls.  She turns away from the crowd and carefully
places on the disguise, then slowly looks back. 
 
A queen is born.
 
SETI (CONT.)
Yes, it’s exquisite.  So beautiful.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
I am not worthy.
 
SETI
You will be, when I have you.
 
More CHANTS from the crowd.
 
EXT. NORTH ATLANTIC OCEAN - NIGHT 
Moonlight gleams down on a massive Chinese cargo drone that
hovers just a few feet above rough seas.
 
EXT. CHINESE CARGO DRONE - NIGHT
Crewmen scatter as the FBI Butterfly drone lands on the main deck. 
Salemi and Oliver exit the aircraft when a CAPTAIN and several
crew members approach.
 
CAPTAIN
(Chinese; sub-titled)
Why have you landed here?
 
OLIVER
The captain would like to know why we’ve landed on his ship.
 
SALEMI
Tell him we’re with the FBI and it’s a matter of US security.
 
OLIVER 
(Chinese; sub-titled)
We are with the FBI and...
 
CAPTAIN
(Chinese; sub-titled)
You have no authority!  This is a privately owned barge! 
 
OLIVER
He doesn't agree.  Sir, I’ve downloaded the ship’s logs and I can see
why the captain’s being so adamant.  This craft is carrying over 500
million dollars in cargo.
 
SALEMI
They can bill us.  Direct your brothers to relieve this vessel.  And
remind the crew who’s in charge now. 
 
OLIVER
I understand.
 
A dozen DeeDI-9s raise their weapons and target the shipmen.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
(Chinese; sub-titled)
Please, may I have your attention!  The United States is taking control
of this vessel.  Cooperate fully and you will be returned safely to your
families!
 
The ship’s rear cargo gate opens, revealing hundreds of luxurious
vehicles.  Suddenly, a group of DeeDI-9s approach the crafts and guide
them into the ocean, leaving a bobbling trail of floating drones.
 
EXT. NORTH ATLANTIC OCEAN - SMALL ISLAND - NIGHT 
Foggy woodlands in the distance as the Legion’s air-ferry comes into
view. 
 
EXT. REAR OF AIR-FERRY - LIFEBOAT DRONE - NIGHT
Propellers FIRE UP and the emergency craft separates from its host
and heads towards land.
 
EXT. SMALL ISLAND - SHORELINE - NIGHT
The Legion’s 1920 style ferry steadily flutters a few yards from land
as hundreds of masked rebels and canines make their way onto the
beach.  In the distance, Ebio sharpens her spear with a broad stone
when Seti approaches.
 
SETI 
The lifeboat’s been deployed.
 
EBIO
Stolen?
 
SETI
Most likely a malfunction.  But, keep your sense of smell keen. 
I’d like to avoid any unexpected guests.
 
EBIO
I’ll let the other Nobles know.
 
EXT. ISLAND - SHORELINE - NIGHT
Countless dog-masked rebels DANCE in front of a massive
BONFIRE while making COMBAT MOVES with their spears as
canines HOWL!  Several members SLAM flat slabs of ivory down
on BIG DRUMS as Seti leads in the CHANTS! 
 
Brooklyn meanders towards the pumpkin fields and Nakhti sneaks
off as well gripping onto a bright torch.
 
EXT. PUMPKIN PATCH - NIGHT
A mammoth farm with endless rows of plump pumpkins in various
sizes.  Nakhti enters one of the paths. 
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Asabi!  Are you here!?
 
Silence.
 
NAKHTI/LEA (CONT.)
Don’t be afraid!  It’s Nakhti!
 
A small COMMOTION in the distance and Roland appears.
 
ROLAND
Is that really you?  How did you find me?
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Brooklyn...he recognized your scent.
 
Brooklyn BARKS and MADLY WAGS his tail.
 
NAKHTI/LEA (CONT.)
I thought you’d been killed.
 
ROLAND
No, I’m fine.  Joshua...I know.  You were lovers.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
You’re wrong about that.  It didn’t mean anything.
 
ROLAND
And us?
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Listen, we have to move.  We need to find you a mask.
 
A dozen large dogs SALIVATE on a nearby cliff and Roland
takes notice.
 
ROLAND 
Those aren’t normal dogs, this place is not normal.  Is this the
sanctuary you were telling me about...is this Dogca City?
 
Nakhti looks to the hills.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
No.
 
She lifts her hand and points towards a pasture in the distance were
thousands of SPIRITED dogs roam free.
 
NAKHTI/LEA (CONT.)
That’s Dogca City.
 
Roland’s eyes widen and Nakhti suddenly DARTS OFF towards
the hills.
 
ROLAND
Hey!  Where are you going?!
 
NAKHTI/LEA
To run with the dogs!  Come on!
 
Roland breaks for the fields while Nakhti makes her way closer to the
canine STAMPEDE.  A large shaggy dog sprints past Roland and the
farmer gives chase. 
 
ROLAND
A black and tan Coonhound, Oh, God, I thought they were extinct! 
And wait, that’s a...a!
 
NAKHTI/LEA
A Bearded Collie!
 
ROLAND
Yes, I can’t believe it!  This place is like a puppy paradise.  I’m alive,
I’m alive!
 
NAKHTI/LEA
You didn’t believe me!  I told you, Asabi!  I told you!  They’re just
like us!
 
A SERIES OF SCENES:
 
Nakhti and Roland JOUNCE around with hundreds of dogs in open
fields.
 
Several canines GROWL and FIGHT as others play tag.
 
Roland receives a loving TACKLE from a large Australian Shepherd
and Nakhti jumps in to give a helping hand.
 
EXT. LAKE - SUNRISE
Scores of dogs desperately lap up water when Nakhti and Roland
get down on their knees and join in. 
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Have you ever seen any place like this?  Anything?
 
ROLAND
When we were running.  It was like dancing.  We were moving in
perfect unison.
 
Seti’s Rottweiler strolls up to the lake and enjoys a quick drink.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
(referring to dog)
Roland... 
 
Nakhti grabs hold of Roland’s hands and places them up to his
face while the high council lingers in the distance.
 
SETI
How delightful!
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Hello, my lord.
 
SETI
(towards Roland)
You, lower your hands.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Seti, no...
 
Roland gingerly reveals his face.
 
SETI
Tell me your name?
 
ROLAND
Roland.  Roland Collins.
 
Ebio moves towards Seti and gets up close to his ear.
 
EBIO
He was the stranger, the one I found hiding in the bushes.
 
Seti steps up to Roland and scans his body with a mini device and
the gadget FLASHES.
 
SETI
He’s been implanted with a Bunny tracker.  Standard FBI.  Take
him to the pit.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
No!  You can’t!
 
SETI
Take the girl, too.  They can scream together.
 
EXT. SHORELINE - DAY
The Chinese cargo drone hovers just above the water’s edge with a
lengthy ramp leading to the beach.  Salemi and the DeeDI-9’s prep
blasters as they make pace along wet sands.
 
EXT. FEEDING PIT - DAY
High council members gather around a giant chasm filled with flesh
ridden bones as they commence in PRAYER. 
 
Roland and Nakhti hang by their arms above the opening when
Seti steps forward.
 
SETI
Nakhti!  You have been a loyal servant to Anubis, and for this you
will be blessed in the eternal after life.  It’s an honor to know such
a truly tolerant spirit.  But you did bring the FBI to us, and for that
you must be punished.  The high council recommends for death.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
I’m already dead.  You know that.
 
SETI
Of course you are.  My only regret is that we never had the
opportunity to mate.
 
The sound of PULLEYS and Seti peers upwards.
 
SETI (CONT.)
Ah, now this is something you might not want to miss.
 
A group of bloodied cadavers with missing legs get lowered down
on thick ropes.  Mostly men, but there’re two woman that steadily
swing towards the rear -- Deajah and Rabbit.
 
SETI (CONT.)
I thought they were true believers, I really did.  But unfortunately
they couldn’t let sleeping dogs lie.
 
Nakhti glares towards her former leader.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
When I get free from here.  I’m going to personally slit your throat
open with a 9 inch blade.
 
SETI
Now that would be a good trick.  My dear, don’t you see the irony?
You’re about to be devoured by the very same dogs you dedicated
your whole life protecting. 
 
Seti reaches for Nakhti’s mask, then stops. 
 
SETI (CONT.)
Actually, I think I’d prefer my own imagination.
 
Roland peers towards Nakhti.
 
SETI (CONT.)
(to Roland)
The girl, you’ve fallen in love with her.  You poor bastard with little
will.  The woman under that mask is only capable about caring for
one thing...and believe me, it doesn't walk on two legs.
 
A COMMOTION from the distance. 
 
EBIO
FBI.
 
SETI
(Egyptian; sub-titled)
Ankhsheshonq!
(The death of an evil man is a cause for celebration for those he
leaves behind)  Let them feel our spears!
 
Roland and Nakhti get lowered into the pit as 3 massive Doberman
Pinschers CREEP into frame, GROWLING!
 
SETI (CONT.)
Goodbye my Nakhti.
 
The high council quickly disperse while the FRENZIED canines
RIP at Roland and Nakhti’s legs.
 
EXT. ISLAND - LEGION CAMPSITE - DAY 
A dozen DeeDI-9s TEAR DOWN tents and BLAST targets as
dog-masked rebels FIGHT BACK with modified Egyptian weapons.
 
A SERIES OF SCENES:
 
A Legion member SWINGS a sickle sword with a thick blade into
a DeeDI-9’s chest, exposing dozens of wires.
 
An FBI bot pulls off a rebel’s mask and BLASTS him in the face. 
 
A DeeDI-9 targets his weapon on one of the female terrorists when a
solid iron arrow SLAMS through its torso.
 
EXT. FEEDING PIT - DAY 
Oliver jumps into the crater and grabs onto to Roland.  The robo
POWERS UP, EMITTING a HIGH PITCH TONE, causing the
killer Doberman Pinschers to flee.  Oliver pulls Roland out from the pit.
 
OLIVER
Mr. Collins, you’ve lost blood.
 
The dog farmer is missing his feet.
 
OLIVER  (CONT.)
I have to get you to medical.
 
Oliver pulls an emergency kit out from his waist and tends to
Roland’s injuries.
 
ROLAND
The girl, take her first.
 
OLIVER
I can not.  Terrorists are a priority 3.
 
ROLAND
Take her, or leave us both.
 
OLIVER
You’d rather death?  Well, like a good friend once told me, “question
everything.”  I will help the girl. 
 
Oliver pulls the unconscious Nakhti out from the pit and tosses
her over his shoulder.
 
EXT. PASTURE - DAY
Seti runs alongside thousands of sprinting dogs when Salemi spots
him from the distance and gives chase. 
 
A SERIES OF SCENES:
 
A rebel wields a battle axe with a crescent blade and swings it into
a DeeDI-9’s head.
 
Oliver makes pace down a partially frozen embankment tightly
gripping onto Nakhti.
 
Seti dips and dodges through the pumpkin fields as Salemi takes
SHOTS at the target.
 
EXT. FEEDING PIT - DAY
Roland looks over his wounds when SOUNDS from a dog CHAIN
grow closer.  Violent SNARLS and the farmer looks forward  -- Seti’s
Rottweiler salivates with widen eyes.
 
ROLAND
Oliver... 
 
MALE VOICE (O.S.)
Mr. Collins, look away from the hostile!  Turn your body slowly to
the side and cross your arms! 
 
Roland complies as the Rottweiler sets its sites on the strange
voice.  It’s Tyler. 
 
TYLER (CONT.)
I will get you to medical.  But first, I must destroy this animal.
 
The CRAZED beast GROWLS and charges the brave droid, who
READIES and raises his blaster.
 
TYLER (CONT.)
Down, Fido!
 
But then, something magical, just like in all the fairy-tales. 
Tyler mesmerized -- as the goliath Rottweiler flawlessly GLIDES
closer.
 
TYLER (CONT.)
(to himself)
So beautiful.
 
Tyler slowly lowers his weapon.
 
TYLER (CONT.)
It is real...
 
The WILD dog LEAPS in the air and PUMMELS Tyler’s face,
causing wires to SPEW about.  The Rottweiler TUSSLES with
Tyler for a bit before RIPPING his torso into several pieces.
 
A beat.
 
The Rottweiler licks robo fluid from its paws and looks to Roland. 
 
ROLAND 
Easy, boy.
 
The dog exposes its SHARP TEETH to the footless dog farmer and
begins to CHARGE. 
 
Suddenly, Brooklyn LEAPS into frame and POUNCES on Seti’s
CRAZED canine.  The RAVAGED dogs WRESTLE and GROWL
for several moments as Roland franticly crawls in search of a weapon. 
The dog farmer grabs hold of a giant stick just a few feet away.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
I’m coming, Brooklyn!
 
A series of canine YELPS and the scuffle turns silent.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
Brooklyn...
 
A beat.
 
Suddenly, Brooklyn SCAMPERS up and licks the dog farmer’s face
as the Rottweiler lay motionless in the background.
 
A SERIES OF SCENES:
 
A group of rebels SMUSH a DeeDI-9 droid down into the sand
while other masked members TEAR OUT its innards. 
 
Seti scurries down a wooded path as Salemi continues his pursuit
a short distance behind. 
 
A revolutionary ATTACKS with an Egyptian throwing stick
(boomerang) and a DeeDI-9 CRUSHES it with one hand.
 
EXT. SHORELINE - DAY
Nakhti lays sprawled against a thick log when Oliver steps up and
checks her vitals.  The patient slowly awakens. 
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Who are you? 
 
OLIVER
Oliver.  My name’s Oliver.
 
NAKHTI/LEA
Thank you, Oliver.
 
EXT. SHORELINE - DAY
Seti quickly makes his way along the sands with the lifeboat drone
anchored in the distance. 
 
EXT. DUNES - DAY
Salemi lays behind a cluster of grass with his blaster directed
towards Seti. 
 
SALEMI
(to himself)
Every dog has his day.  And this will be yours. 
 
Suddenly, Salemi grabs hold of his leg and WAILS!  Ebio’s copper
spear sits lodged in the agent’s thigh.
 
EXT. WATERS JUST OFF SHORE - DAY 
The emergency raft drone hovers over calm waters as Seti BARRELS
into the ocean and makes his way into the craft. 
 
EXT. DUNES - DAY
Salemi clinches onto his leg when Ebio steps up and draws a rusty
axe from her sheath.  She raises the blade high above the agent’s
head.
 
EBIO
You have disobeyed the teachings of Ma'at one too many times! 
And for this, you must die!
 
Suddenly, Ebio releases the hatchet and blood SPURTS out from
her mask.  The distinct CRACK of a human neck and Ebio DROPS
like a dead chicken.  A DeeDI-9 steps forward and pulls the spear
out from Salemi’s leg.
 
SALEMI
We humans refer to that as, “good timing.” 
 
INT. LIFEBOAT DRONE - DAY
Seti types coordinates into a holo-window as the drone’s blades go
into OVERDRIVE.  The frantic man pulls back on an emergency
lever and the craft ascends. 
 
EXT. DUNES - DAY
The lifeboat drone flies high overhead as Salemi cozies into position
and POWERS UP his blaster.  The agent’s got ONE SHOT, but he
takes TWO.  Seti’s craft takes a HIT.
 
EXT. WATERS JUST OFF SHORE - DAY 
The drone SLAMS into the WAVES below and begins to sink,
slowly, turning sideways, its propellers still SPINNING.
 
Seti rises from shallow waters with his mask still secured.
 
EXT. DUNES - DAY
Salemi lifts his weapon and aims it towards Seti.
 
DEEDI-9
Warning.  Be advised, the targeted suspect is unarmed.
 
SALEMI
So, what’s the issue?
 
The droid raises his blaster and turns it on Salemi.
 
SALEMI (CONT.)
International waters, bot.  US laws don’t apply here, understand? 
What are the chances you’re gonna shoot me?
 
DEEDI-9
99.7%.
 
SALEMI
Ahhh, crap.
 
Salemi reluctantly puts down the blaster. 
 
EXT. WATERS JUST OFF SHORE - DAY
Seti TRUDGES in towards land when he takes notice of Salami
laying down his weapon.
 
SETI
Did you think it would be that simple!  Anubis will avenge us!  We
will see the days of glory!  Protect me Sekhmet!  Cast vengeance
on my enemies!
 
A LOUD BUZZING and Seti turns.  A FALLING, SPINNING drone
blade SLICES his lordship in two.
 
EXT. SHORELINE - MOMENTS LATER
Salemi combs the beach when Seti’s upper body washes up. 
The agent says a quick PRAYER and removes the Bulldog mask
from the corpse -- it’s FBI Director Burns. 
 
EXT. FURTHER DOWN THE BEACH - DAY 
Seagulls linger next to a mammoth military-style canopy, while the
Chinese cargo drone hovers directly offshore.
 
INT. CANOPY - DAY
A makeshift triage with wounded dogs, injured rebels and mangled
DeeDI-9s.  The Chinese fishermen help tend to the wounded when
Oliver steps up to a dismantled droid -- it’s Tyler. 
 
OLIVER
“There will come a time when you won't need me because you will
have found your own magic.”  The Princess and the Goblin,
chapter 4, page 68. 
 
Oliver scans over more of the injured when he spots Roland, who
lies motionless.  The agent steps up to the victim and Roland gently
opens his eyes.
 
OLIVER (CONT.)
How are you feeling, Mr. Collins?
 
ROLAND
Lea? 
 
OLIVER
She’ll be fine.  We’re more concerned about your feet at the moment.
 
ROLAND
(peering towards cargo ship)
Those dogs are going to be cramped.  They need room to move.
 
OLIVER
You should rest now.
 
Roland remains focused on the massive ship where a group of
DeeDI-9s guide thousands of canines into the cargo bay.
 
INT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - SALEMI’S OFFICE - DAY
Salemi hangs a poster of his old dog Charlie on the wall when a
quick KNOCK at the door.  Oliver steps in.
 
OLIVER
Collin’s awoke yesterday.  He started using his new feet.  He’s
requesting to see her.
 
SALEMI
Of course he is.  Well, maybe he can get something out of her.
 
OLIVER
It is fascinating, though.  Human will.  All those deals we offered her. 
Still, she never attempted to save herself.  Never uttered
a single word.
 
SALEMI
Actually, that’s not entirely accurate.  She spoke.  Whispered
something to me on the first day we brought her in.
 
OLIVER
Curious, what were her words, if I may ask?
 
SALEMI
What she said didn’t make any sense.  She smiled and muttered,
“the dogs -- the dogs will rise again.”
 
EXT. MERCY HOSPITAL - MAIN ENTRANCE - DAY
A drone ambulance idles with BLARING SIRENS and FLASHING
lights as rain SLAMS down.
 
INT. MERCY HOSPITAL - HALLWAY - DAY
Oliver leads Roland down the corridor as nurses and patients roam
about in the distance. 
 
ROLAND
I’ve been told they won’t be restoring Tyler.  He saved my life.
 
OLIVER
He saved mine, too.  Fortunately, our memories together will
foverever be seeded in my hard drive.
 
The duo finally reach a hospital room where two DeeDI-9s stand
guard, toting blasters.
 
ROLAND
(towards Oliver)
If you don’t mind.  I’d like to be with her alone.
 
OLIVER
Yes, that’s fine. 
 
INT. LEA’S HOSPITAL ROOM - DAY
Lea quietly sleeps as a medical chart holo-monitor BEEPS from
overhead.  Blisters riddle her face, as blood seeps from her eyes.
 
Roland steps up and strokes his hand along Lea’s face when the
patient awakens. 
 
LEA
Knew you would come.
 
ROLAND
I was worried.
 
Lea slightly GROWLS and her neck twitches.
 
LEA
How’s our furless friend?
 
ROLAND
He’s a daddy.
 
LEA
Roland, he did it.
 
ROLAND
In celebration, I purchased two organic sparrows for the Sun-Room. 
I’ve named them Rabbit and Deajah.
 
LEA
It’s a beautiful tribute.
 
Lea COUGHS and HACKS.
 
LEA (CONT.)
There’s no more time.  You have to know the truth.
 
ROLAND
What is it?  What’s wrong? 
 
LEA
Roland, our work isn’t done.  They’ve hit us hard, but we’re not down. 
An attack is imminent.
 
ROLAND
Attack?  Hey, you’re not making any sense.  It’s the medication.
 
LEA
(slurred speech)
No, I didn’t want to tell you.  Thousands will die. 
 
Oliver glares in through the patient’s window.
 
ROLAND 
If that’s true, you have to tell them everything.  We can cut a deal,
get you leniency.  But, you have to name the people involved.
 
LEA
People Involved?  There’s only one.
Foam bubbles out from Lea’s mouth as Roland leans closer.
 
ROLAND
I need a name, what’s his name?
 
LEA
It’s you, Roland, it’s always been you; adventurer, visionary.  A soul
to inspire others in finding the truth.  You will carry out the
final assault.
 
Lea COUGHS UP a gob of blood.
 
LEA (CONT.)
I can’t fight anymore.  You see, I’m dying.  Legion scientists
injected me with the cancer antidote 4 months ago.
 
ROLAND
Why?  Why would they do that?
 
LEA
It’s not them.  I volunteered.  They needed a test subject.  I knew
what the final outcome would be.  But I did it for the dogs.
 
ROLAND
Lea, I...
 
Lea’s body begins to SHAKE and EMERGENCY TONES EMIT
from the holo-monitor.
 
LEA 
It hurts!  Help me!
 
Roland extends his hand and Lea grabs hold.  The patient VIOLENTLY
SCREAMS when a DOCTOR, 50s, and Oliver dash into the room.
 
DOCTOR
She’s hemorrhaging.
 
The doctor checks Lea’s vitals as two nurses and a DeeDI-9 enter. 
Lea’s CONVULSIONS suddenly turn into WILD SEIZURES.
 
ROLAND
What’s happening to her!? 
 
LEA
Roland, go!  Go to where legless dogs lie!  Now!
 
DOCTOR
Get him out of here!
 
A nurse attempts to guide Roland towards the exit and he resists.
 
ROLAND
Wait, she’s trying to tell me something!
 
The DeeDI-9 grabs onto Roland’s shoulders and forces him towards
the doorway.  Lea SHRIEKS as foam and blood oozes out from
every orifice.
 
DOCTOR
Give me twenty cc’s.
 
A NURSE grabs hold of a syringe.
 
NURSE
She’s beginning to flatline.
 
The doctor places a small device on Lea’s chest and it starts
COMPRESSIONS.
 
EXT. LEA’S HOSPITAL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Roland hovers by the doorway when Oliver steps out. 
 
OLIVER
She’s gone.  The cause was from hydrophobia, rabies.  They believe
an infected dog bit her.
 
ROLAND
Rabies? 
 
OLIVER
I have to ask.  What did she mean?  “Go to where legless dogs lie?”
 
ROLAND
I’m not quite sure.  Towards the end of our conversation, she wasn’t
making a lot of sense.
 
OLIVER
Yes, of course.
 
INT. ROLAND’S DRONE - OUTSIDE HOSPITAL - DAY
Roland sits quietly with a motionless face.
 
ANNIE
Is everything OK, Mr. Collins?
 
ROLAND
No, no, things aren't OK.  Annie, sometimes I wish that you were
something tangible.  Because I could really use a good hug right
now. 
 
ANNIE
I’m sorry to hear about your present condition.  Would you like me
to play some music?  I believe Workowski would be the appropriate
selection for your current mood.
 
ROLAND
No music.  Just go.
 
ANNIE
Destination please?
 
ROLAND
Go to where legless dogs lie.
 
ANNIE
Sir?
 
INT. DOG SHELTER - DAY 
A sign says open but the ambience says otherwise.  A customer
walks in through the front door -- it’s Roland.Several legless caged
canines began to BARK.  The dog farmer steps further into the kennel.
 
ROLAND
Hello?  Anyone home?
 
SHELTER VET, 50s, wouldn’t trust him in a poker game, appears
from a back room.
 
SHELTER VET
Can I help you? 
 
ROLAND
Yes, my name’s Roland.  I’m the Dog Farmer.
 
SHELTER VET
Can’t say that I respect dog farmers all that much.
 
ROLAND
You don’t understand.  Lea sent me. 
 
SHELTER VET
Don’t know no Lea.  Look, there’s another shelter just like this one
on the next street over.
 
Roland takes a step back and scopes the area.
 
ROLAND
Yeah, maybe I’m mistaken.  Sorry about that.
 
A dog’s nose sticks out from a tattered cage -- it’s Bo.  Roland, who
doesn't seem to remember the canine, strokes the dog’s snout
before heading to the exit.
 
INT. ROLAND’S DRONE - OUTSIDE DOG SHELTER - DAY
Roland powers up the craft when Shelter Vet barrels out from the
back of the structure, clenching onto a small briefcase.  The dog
farmer opens up the passenger side door and Shelter Vet enters
the drone.
 
SHELTER VET
You do know Lea and you are a friend.
 
ROLAND
Yes, but how did you know?
 
SHELTER VET
Bo.  He didn’t try to rip your fingers off.
 
Shelter Vet opens the briefcase and pulls out a rack of glass vials
filled with blue liquid. 
 
ROLAND
I’ve seen that before.  From the Legion.  The cancer antidote.
 
SHELTER VET
Yes, but it’s no antidote, more of a disease.  The perfect rabies
strain.
 
ROLAND
It wasn’t a cure?  Why? 
 
SHELTER VET
Infect the supply, cease the demand.  Let me try to explain.  In the
early 80’s, young baby seals were brutally slaughtered by the
thousands for their coats.  But, there were radical groups that tried
to help the seals.
 
ROLAND
Like the Legion. 
 
SHELTER VET
Yes, but it was a daunting task. These seal hunters were plentiful
so the rebels had to move quickly and be smarter.  They came up with
a plan.  Splash the seal pups with buckets of bright red paint.
 
ROLAND
Making their fur completely worthless. 
 
SHELTER VET
That was the idea.  Infect the supply, cease the demand.
 
ROLAND
She wasn’t trying to steal my dogs, she wanted to infect them.
 
SHELTER VET
Yes.  Can you imagine a cancer cure where one of its side effects
is going insane?  There would be public outrage.  Scientists would
be forced to find another way.
 
ROLAND
There was a dog farmer before me, Joshua.  Can I ask you, did
Lea have feelings for him?
 
SHELTER VET 
I don’t think so.
 
ROLAND
How can you be so sure?
 
SHELTER VET
Because she’s the one who killed him.
 
Roland draws back.
 
SHELTER VET (CONT.)
He refused to inject his dogs and she wasn’t left with much of a choice. 
He could have exposed everything.
 
ROLAND
It wasn’t suicide.
 
SHELTER VET
No, and it could be your fate if you don’t comply.  And they won’t stop. 
They’ll go after your friends, family, loved ones.  You must administer
the pathogen.
A police drone slowly hovers past off in the distance.  Shelter Vet
jumps out from Roland’s vehicle and hot foots it back to the shelter.
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - STUD-BUNKER - NIGHT
Hundreds of canines meander about as Roland grips onto a
sizable husky.
 
ROLAND
Now, don’t be a big baby.  Let’s show the others how easy this is.
 
Roland stokes the husky on its backside and injects the blue liquid. 
A beat before the dog farmer reloads the needle and administers
the pathogen to a second canine. 
 
INT. MERCY HOSPITAL - FRONT DESK - DAY
A NURSE, 60s, peers into a holo-window when Roland walks up
to the counter and signs in.
 
ROLAND
Hi, I’m here to see Lea Raddik. 
 
The nurse strokes a few virtual keys on the holo-window.
 
NURSE
She’s in room #112.
 
ROLAND
Thank you.  Flowers?
 
The nurse points towards a hallway.
 
INT. MERCY HOSPITAL - GIFT SHOP - MOMENTS LATER
Roland purchases a bouquet of tulips at the front register -- a distant
SHRIEK from outside.  The dog farmer steps out of the shop and
looks down the corridor where an old woman runs around naked,
SCREAMING.  The old woman looks towards Roland and GROWLS. 
Her eyes are dark red and foam SEEPS from her mouth.
 
ROLAND 
Jesus...
 
More SCREAMS from the opposite side of the corridor.
 
A CRAZED PATIENT corners a doctor against the wall and
VICIOUSLY bites down on his neck.  Several more HOSPITAL
GUESTS with blistering scabs and bloodshot eyes appear from
the hallway and VIOLENTLY ATTACK the remaining staff.
 
Roland drops Lea’s flowers to the ground as one of the crazed
maniacs lunges towards his face.
 
INT. ROLAND’S HOME - BEDROOM - NIGHT
Roland awakens -- bad dream.
 
INT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - DAY
Salemi peers into a holo-window with images of a dog’s anatomy. 
A small package sits near the corner of the desk and the agent
takes notice.  He tears the envelope open and pulls out a vial filled
with blue liquid.
 
EXT. 97TH VILLAGE - NIGHT
A dozen idling law enforcement drone vehicles with SWAT members
that surround the Village.
 
INT. ROLAND’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Salemi and Roland look over paperwork on a couch.
 
SALEMI
I’ll need to download a complete history report of all your clients and
any sales of bitches, case files, holo-clips, stuff like that.
 
ROLAND
How will you be putting the dogs down? 
 
SALEMI
Phosgene.  It’s a lethal gas.  A very peaceful death.
 
ROLAND
(holding up paperwork)
I’d like to make copies of this.
 
SALEMI
By all means.
 
Roland exits the room as Salemi sips on an iced drink.
 
In the distance, Burlington snuggles in a large wicker basket as
he lets out a BIG YAWN!
 
INT. ROLAND’S OFFICE - LATER
Roland collects paperwork from a holo-copier when suddenly,
canine YELPS RING OUT!
 
INT. LIVING ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Roland jolts towards the stick basket. 
 
ROLAND
Burlington!
 
It’s too late -- Burlington lays motionless.
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
He wasn’t infected, you damn bastard!
 
SALEMI
I thought you were clear on why we came, Mr. Collins.  The papers
state “all canines”.  Have a good night now.
 
Salemi pats Roland on the shoulder and makes his way to the exit.
 
EXT. 97TH VILLAGE - NIGHT
A slew of FBI agents wielding sound blasters guard the Village
perimeter when Salemi steps up to Agent West.
 
SALEMI
What’s the delay?
 
AGENT WEST
An issue.  We’re waiting on an alternative nerve agent.  There’s an
organic apple farm right next door.  We’d be in violation.
 
SALEMI
Well, then, no time for waiting.  Burn it.  Burn it to the ground.
Agent West makes a hand signal towards a team member who
wields a hefty flamethrower.  He lights up the 97th Village.
 
INT. ROLAND’S HOME - LIVING ROOM - NIGHT
Roland covers Burlington with a blanket when SOUNDS of CHAOS
emit from outside.  The dog farmer steps to a window and peers
out -- the Village ENGULFED in FLAMES.
 
ROLAND
Annie!  I need you to evacuate the Village immediately!
 
ANNIE
Please, identify. 
 
ROLAND
Annie?  Roland Collins, four, one three, Jupiter six.
 
ANNIE
Command code invalid, access denied.  To obtain a new
verification code please visit fedgov.com or contact your local state
administrator’s office. 
 
Roland steps towards the frontdoor and it slides open.  A figure
standing in the entrance blocks his path -- it’s Zandra.
 
ROLAND 
Zandra, come with me to the Village.  I’ll need your help to manually
release all the dogs. 
 
ZANDRA
I won’t be able to help you with that.  I searched your data logs. 
You’ve been entertaining other cyber escorts all this time.
 
ROLAND
What the hell are you talking about?  You’re a damn machine. 
You can’t get jealous.  Move out of my way. 
 
Zandra raises her arm and holo-window of Salemi MATERIALIZES
from inside his drone.
 
ZANDRA 
(towards Salemi)
I’m with Roland Collins.  And I believe he’s making an attempt to
free the dogs.
 
SALEMI (HOLO-WINDOW)
Good girl.  Make sure he stays put.  Break his legs if need be.
 
ZANDRA
I understand. 
 
SALEMI
Oh, and I’ll see you tonight?
 
ZANDRA
Yes, Armando.  Your place, eleven pm and I’ll dress...inappropriately.
 
SALEMI
(towards Roland)
No worries Collins.  I’ll have her home by morning. 
 
Salemi’s transmission ends. 
 
ZANDRA
I’m sorry, baby.  Annie, lockdown all windows and doors!
 
ANNIE
Exits being secured!
 
The frontdoor SLIDES closed and the windows SEAL.
 
Roland makes his way towards a draw and pulls out a spare
wristband.  He POWERS UP the device, types in a few keys and
a holo-window of Rover 12 appears.
 
ROLAND 
Twelve!  Release the dogs...all of them! 
 
INT. 97TH VILLAGE - NIGHT
Rover 12 dashes along bunkers, unlocking cells as hundreds of
canines FRANTICLY BOLT out.
 
EXT. 97TH VILLAGE - NIGHT
A large husky CRASHES through a back window and lands to safety
followed by dozens of more canines.  The frightened dogs make their
great escape into the woods.
 
EXT. FBI FIELD OFFICES - MAIN ENTRANCE - DAY
A group of LOCAL REPORTERS congregate near a poduim where
Salemi and Oliver proudly stand.
 
SALEMI
So, let me say this again!  We’ve charged the terrorists on twelve
federal counts!  In the next few days, there will be more charges
coming! 
 
LOCAL REPORTER #1
Can you confirm rumors that a group of infected dogs escaped?
 
SALEMI
There’s no threat to the public at this time!  It’s true that about
two dozen canine made it into the woods but they all have locators.
We should have them rounded up in the next 24 hours!
 
LOCAL REPORTER #2
Oliver!  What does it feel like, being a hero!?
 
A beat.
 
OLIVER
I’m not sure.  A hero is defined as someone who engages in
uncowardly acts.  Someone who risks their life all for the sake of
helping others due to moral obligations.  I’m a cybernetic organism
that takes no such risks nor has no such obligations. Therefore, I am
not worthy of the title ‘hero.’ 
 
LOCAL REPORTER #2 
Then, how would you describe yourself?
 
Salemi nudges Oliver out of the way and leans in.
 
SALEMI 
He’s my partner.  And I’m recommending him for early FBI certification.
 
APPLAUSE from the onlookers. 
 
Oliver glares towards Salemi and smiles as reporters BARK OUT
more questions. 
 
EXT. 97TH VILLAGE - DAY
Smoke creeps out from rubble as several government workers
inspect the grounds.
 
EXT. ROLAND’S HOME - GREEN HOUSE - DAY
Roland sits on a giant pumpkin as he clings onto Rover 12, who now
resembles a torched, furless, partially working cybernetic skeleton.
A convertible drone vehicle pulls up to the scene and Rover 12
attempts to BARK.
 
ROLAND
It’s OK, Twelve.  It’s OK.
 
The visitor exits the drone and steps up to the green house. 
It’s Darby. 
 
ROLAND (CONT.)
(distraught)
 
They killed Burlington.
 
DARBY 
I’m so sorry, Ro.  I know how much he meant to you.  Listen, you
shouldn’t be alone right now.  Come over tonight.  I’m having a guest
over for dinner and I’d like you to meet him.
 
ROLAND
Him?  Ya, sure.
 
EXT. DARBY’S HOME - NIGHT
A frozen stream stretches along a well-kept Victorian home with a
massive dog farming Village in the rear.
 
INT. DARBY’S HOME - DINNING ROOM - NIGHT
Roland, Darby and DARBY’S BOYFRIEND, 30s, cool and collective
type, CHUCKLE around a small table as they polish off bottles of
spirits. 
 
ROLAND
So, my mother’s not speaking to Darby.
 
DARBY
Oh, you’re really bringing this up?
 
ROLAND
Darb has these sneeze attacks whenever my mom comes around. 
We think she may be allergic.  My mother is royally offended.  She
won’t talk to her til this day.
 
Darby’s Boyfriend lifts his glass.
 
DARBY’S BOYFRIEND
Here’s to moms!
 
The group toasts.
 
DARBY’S BOYFRIEND (CONT.)
You think sneezing’s bad, but you’ve never had to sleep with this
woman.  When she snores, the bed tends to vibrate.  Sometimes
it gets so loud the dogs in the Village began barking.
The drunks CHUCKLE and LAUGH. 
 
DARBY
(towards her boyfriend)
Oh, think you’re so perfect.  What about you and that weird dog thing?
 
ROLAND
Oh, this is great.  What weird dog thing?
 
DARBY
Dinner.  We can’t eat until his dogs have been fed first.  Weird, right?
 
DARBY’S BOYFRIEND
Hey, it’s a family tradition.  Dogs eat first.
 
Roland drops his beer and it CRASHES all over the floor.
 
Darby begins to GIGGLE. 
 
DARBY 
Hey, drunk boy!  I’ll get you another.
 
Darby exits when Roland looks to Darby’s boyfriend.
 
ROLAND
Who are you?  How many of her dogs have you infected?
 
DARBY’S BOYFRIEND
I’ve already told you my name.  Are you feeling OK?
 
ROLAND 
Hey, Darb.  Darby! 
 
DARBY’S BOYFRIEND 
Wait.  My name is Menkhaf’.  And whatever you’re thinking, it’s true.
 
ROLAND
What’s wrong with you people.  Don’t you get it?  They’ll be testing
the dogs for rabies from now on. 
 
DARBY’S BOYFRIEND
Yes, of course they will.  And that’s why our miracle scientists have
already created a new strain.  A rabid virus that remains dormant for
several months.  It will go completely undetected.
 
ROLAND
And scores of human patients perish in the process.  It’s murder. 
 
DARBY’S BOYFRIEND
Unfortunately, God has already sentenced them to death by blessing
them with cancer.
 
ROLAND
Thousands of lives...
 
DARBY’S BOYFRIEND
Compared to millions.  Ask yourself this.  Is thousands of human lives worth more then millions of canine?
 
Darby wobbles in and hands Roland a frosty mug.
 
DARBY
Is everything OK?
 
 
GRAPHIC: five months later.
 
EXT. DOWNTOWN - PARK - DAY 
Birds CHIRP as sunlight gleams down on several joggers that run
along dirt paths.  In the distance, Roland sits sprawled on a bench
with Brooklyn by his side. 
 
A YOUNG GIRL slowly walks past as a large dog tags behind her.
 
ROLAND
What’s his name?
 
YOUNG GIRL
(hesitant)
Sumu.
 
ROLAND
Doberman, part Cali with a pinch of Sheppard.
 
YOUNG GIRL
Not Sheppard.  Labrador.
 
ROLAND
That’s right.  How could I have missed that?  He’s beautiful.
 
YOUNG GIRL
Thanks. 
 
The girl smiles and walks off as the camera slowly zooms out on the
dog farmer. 
 
ROLAND (V.O.)
Latest news reports suggest that most of the Legion members are
dead or have been captured.  But I don’t believe that to be true.  In
fact, I think they may be getting stronger.  And who they are...we’ll
never know.  It could be the local bartender, an annoying cousin...or
even the next Director of the FBI.  Soon, thousands of cancer
patients will die from a vicious rabies outbreak that I could have
prevented.  And at times, I often find myself asking the question of
why?  My decision wasn’t political or religiously inspired.  And
surprisingly, this had nothing to do with the only woman that I’ve
ever really cared for.  No, in the end...I did it for the love of a dog. 
A dog named Burlington.
 
 
FADE TO BLACK.
 
 
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