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EXT. WASHINGTON, DC INTERNET CAFE - NIGHT
CLOSE ON HYPNOTIC FLASHING LIGHTS - RED LIGHT, BLUE LIGHT
PULL BACK TO REVEAL SIGN: "FACESPACE INTERNET CAFE" --
Raining hard. SCOTT ROADS, early 30s, takes refuge in internet cafe.
INT. FACESPACE INTERNET CAFE- NIGHT
MOSTLY FEMALE TWENTY-SOMETHINGS lost in their Smartphones and Ipads.
Scott looks around for an empty table but finds only a lone chair in the back of the cafe next to the Janitor's closet. Sits down and places his bag under the chair.
DOOR opens. JANITOR pushing his mop and bucket bumps into Scott.
Sorry, didn't see you there, pal.
That's okay. I'm used to it.
Know what you mean. I could walk around naked in here and these Facespace honeys wouldn't notice.
Scott notices one of the twenty-somethings amazingly looks up from her Ipad and in his direction. He smiles but gets no response other than a blank stare. Seconds later she submerges back into her Facespace world.
See what I mean? Totally spaced. I'm Louie, by the way.
They shake hands.
Where's your PAD?
You mean my Ipad? I get my news the old-fashioned way.
Scott removes a newspaper "AMERICA TODAY" from his bag. HEADLINE reads: HACKERS ATTACK DEFENSE NETWORKS
Last of the holdouts. Good for you. So what do you do?
I write books.
Yeah? They still make them?
Believe it or not.
Anything I heard of?
I write conspiracy novels.
Scott reaches into his bag and pulls out a copy of "BIG SECRET." Hands it to the janitor.
Here. Take it.
Gee, thanks. "Big Secret" huh? The truth is out there...that type of thing?
Something like that.
I'll keep my eyes open. Well, I gotta get back to work. See ya next time, pal.
Janitor lumbers around the twenty-somethings. Looks back at Scott and makes faces at the crowd but no one notices.
Scott gets lost in his newspaper.
CLOSE ON THE HYPNOTIC FLASHING BLUE AND RED LIGHTS
EXT. POTOMAC RIVER - NIGHT
PULL BACK TO REVEAL --
RUNNING LIGHTS OF BLACK HELICOPTER flying low over black water. Lightning FLASHES as the helicopter ELEVATES over the Memorial Bridge, past the Lincoln Memorial and banks hard left at the Washington Monument.
INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT
CIA AGENT PAUL SIMON, 35, holds on for dear life as the helicopter heads for the FLASHING RED AND BLUE LIGHTS on the WHITE HOUSE LANDING PAD.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE LANDING PAD - NIGHT
MAJOR JOHN NAZARIAN, mid -30's, an unflinching block of granite, waits with an umbrella.
HELICOPTER lands. Simon steps into the pouring rain. Sees Nazarian.
Nazarian, you're always there when I need you.
You look tired, Paul.
You know I get sick as a dog on these things. So what's the big secret meeting?
Signals and noise. Just signals and noise.
INT. WEST WING SECURITY STATION - LATER
Simon and Nazarian enter elevator. DESCEND 6 FLOORS.
INT. WHITE HOUSE COMMAND CENTER - CONTINUOUS
DOORS OPEN revealing a BUSY COMMAND CENTER.
GENERAL RICHARD LANDSDALE motions to Nazarian to "hurry."
The meeting's already started, John.
General, Paul Simon, CIA.
The General appears to know Simon but not on good terms.
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT
Seated around a large polished conference table are senior officers of the military and intelligence agencies.
Simon and Nazarian enter.
NATIONAL SECURITY DIRECTOR RONALD PAINE looks up from his briefing book. Paine's demeanor is menacing. He turns his fierce focus to Simon.
(seething)For the record, the CIA has finally arrived.
Paine motions "lights off."
ON SCREEN: Nighttime surveillance video of Kabul military weapons storage facility. Three bunkers begin to burn. Guard signals frantically for the others to get away. There is WILD ORDINANCE FIRING in all directions. Agonizing screams. The two minute transmission is terminated after an EXPLOSION takes out the surveillance camera.
Simon has difficulty focusing on the screen. He begins to blackout.
EXT. IRAQI VILLAGE - NIGHT (FLASHBACK)
Heavy shelling in the pitch black. Men, women and children running for their lives.
INT. HELICOPTER - NIGHT
On a bluff overlooking the village is Lieutenant Simon in communication with Artillery Operations Center.
CEASE FIRE, CEASE FIRE. You're killing women and children!
The shelling gets dangerously closer to the helicopter.
Simon taps PILOT on the back. It's Nazarian.
Pilot, get us out of here!
BRILLIANT LIGHT AND RUSHING NOISE
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM - NIGHT (BACK TO PRESENT)
LIGHTS of the conference room flicker back on. Simon regains consciousness. A VOICE becomes more distinct- the DIRECTOR'S VOICE.
Seven soldiers dead. No indication the Kabul facility's security perimeter was breached.
Simon is dazed and confused, not certain where he is. Gradually his confusion subsides.
This was not an accident. This is a case of sabotage of the site's computer network.
Paine notices Simon's lack of attention. A look of disgust crosses Paine's face as he SLAMS his hand on the table.
Excuse me, Mr. Simon, may I be stupid enough to ask if the CIA has any information concerning this event?
Yes, sir, you may. Our Afghan ops think it may involve a local cell.
Paine adjusts his position, levels his stare at Simon.
You think. You're not sure?
MARY HART, NSA representative, meekly raises her hand.
Ms. Hart, don't be shy.
SIGINT has been active concerning this facility, sir. It may involve a STUXNET type virus. Perhaps the group that hacked into Defense Networks. Codename GRAPEVINE.
GRAPEVINE? I thought that was a myth.
FBI COUNTER-INTELLIGENCE DIRECTOR GEORGE LANNON, 60, steps forward from the shadows.
GRAPEVINE is very much alive. Perhaps going back twenty years.
Any ideas who is involved?
We at the FBI believe it reaches the senior level of the CIA.
Simon feels the eyes of the entire room on him.
I cannot emphasize enough the threat this GRAPEVINE poses to our national security.
(looking directly at Simon)
I'm designating the FBI Counter-Intelligence under the direction of Mr. Lannon to lead this investigation. I expect full cooperation. Is that clear?
Simon sits stunned. Lannon smiles at his discomfort.
EXT. WHITE HOUSE LANDING PAD- NIGHT
Paul heads for the helicopter. Nazarian is waiting to see him off.
The last time I got attacked by our own forces was in Iraq. Why didn't you tell me?
I didn't want to worry you. We have to talk.
After I brief the Director. Don't worry. I'll let you know.
The helicopter lifts off and goes back up the Potomac.
EXT. FOGGY BOTTOM DC HI RISE - DAY
Scott parks his Vespa on the street and enters his office building.
ANGLE ACROSS THE STREET TO PARKED BLACK SUV
INT. BLACK SUV - DAY
MAN IN GRAY SUIT closes a book - "BIG SECRET."
INT. SCOTT'S OFFICE - DAY
Scott enters his office carrying a FED-EX box. Drops the box on the desk of his assistant, CINDY PAUL, mid 30s.
Borders called. You missed the book signing last night. Three teenagers in tinfoil hats were very put out.
Could you step back please?
Scott lifts one of the "Big Secret" books out of the box. Holds it up to Cindy - beaming.
Well, what do you think?
From there don't you see it?
Scott moves the book back and forth, trying to get some kind of reaction.
It's got an embedded subliminal "SEX" text in the title. Advertisers use them all the time in commercials and movie trailers to hook horny teenagers.
That explains it. It only appeals to lower forms of life.
Scott gestures for Cindy to back up to take another look. Cindy bumps a LARGE PLASTIC SCREEN on the wall and it FALLS. BANG. Almost hits her foot.
Sorry about that. Could you please stand back?
Scott hangs the screen back on the wall. Taps a few keystrokes on his laptop and an IMAGE of the Facespace Website appears on the screen. He types again and the OUTLINE OF "SEX" appears over the title.
You see, even the points of the Facespace logo form the outline of "SEX." This is pretty primitive stuff, like the movie commercials back in the 60's they used to make the audience thirsty so they want to buy those overpriced drinks.
And your point is? So you can sell more books?
My point is the power of subliminal perception is untapped. Who knows what else Facespace is doing to control our behavior. Think about brainwashing...as if you didn't know.
I worry about you.
I'm certain there are advanced applications being used by the government. If only we would get classified reports on their investigations.
And just how are YOU going to get them?
Well, first I'll submit FOIAs to the CIA and DOD and ask if there are any developments, and then we can go over there -
Cindy reacts, realizing Scott is getting her involved in one of crazy schemes.
Please, please don't get me involved in one of your conspiracy theories. My CO-OP board gets upset if I leave the TV on.
It's possible -
You don't have anything to suggest the CIA or god-knows-who has been involved in brainwashing programs.
The subliminal truth is out there. But you have to look.
The truth is sex sells. Stick to selling books. And you have a book signing today at the college.
Cindy opens the closet. It's packed with "Big Secret" books.
INT. CIA - OFFICE OF THE DIRECTOR - DAY
Simon sits across the table from RONALD ROBINSON, DIRECTOR OF OPERATIONS FOR THE CIA, reading Simon's report on the meeting. Robinson angrily tosses the report on the desk.
Twenty years. My God, where do we start?
MIKE MCGARRY, DEPUTY DIRECTOR, enters the room.
Sorry, I was held up at Security. System just crashed.
McGarry notices Robinson's irritated demeanor.
Something I need to know?
Mr. Simon here attended a very disturbing meeting at the White House last night. I'll let him give you the Agency falling off the cliff notes.
Simon juts his jaw and clears his throat.
Well basically, sir, NCI Director Ronald Paine has authorized FBI CI Director to tear this place apart on a mole hunt to find what he believes is a senior officer operating for over twenty years in the agency, CODENAME GRAPEVINE.
What? And you're just going to just let that happen? Everyone knows Lannon wants to destroy this place. Twenty years? The FBI has cut us out of the loop again.
Then the sooner we get back in the loop. Simon, here, has been tasked with conducting our own investigation of this GRAPEVINE. Regardless of whatever Mr. Lannon thinks, the Agency controls its own destiny.
Simon gets up to leave.
Keep this as quiet as you can Mr. Simon. The FBI and the NSA have sources in all the wrong places.
Yes, sir, I will.
INT. COLLEGE BOOKSTORE - DAY
Scott sets up his table and unpacks a box of "Big Secret" books for the book signing.
TWO SEXY CO-EDS take notice and come closer for a look at the books.
COED # 1
"Big Secret." Is that some kind of porn title?
Actually, you know more than you know. Sex plays a big part in the "Big Secret." You and your friend are being manipulated on a daily basis by the media by subliminal messages that exploit our sex drive.
COED # 2
Sounds like someone is stealing our act.
COED # 1
Can they really make men do anything they want?
That remains to be seen. The point is we really don't know what "they" are capable of doing. The truth is power corrupts absolutely and -
BANG. Scott and the Co-eds are startled by a book slammed on the table.
BOYFRIEND of COED # 1
The "big secret" is this is a load of crap and all you want to so is sell books to unsuspecting people like my girlfriend.
I'm not asking you to buy my book. Do your own research. Big Business and Big Government have a common goal - to get and maintain power. Mind control is the way to get it.
BOYFRIEND OF COED # 1
COED # 1
Well, I want to buy one. I don't know why but just looking at the cover makes me feel all tingling inside. And you know what that does to me, sweetie.
Well, there you go. Let me sign one for you.
Scott hands her the book and the trio depart.
In the back of the store a MAN IN A GRAY SUIT watches silently.
INT. CIA - SIMON's OFFICE - DAY
Simon pulls a pile of papers out of the out-box and stashes them in the in-box.
GAY TWINS GARY and HARRY are surprised to see him in the office so early.
Well, look who is back from the meeting with the king. How did it go last night? Did you get me an autograph from the First Lady?
You two have the whole world figured put and you can't figure the difference between the in from the out-box.
I was out that day in spy school.
Me too. Oh, and your ex- left a file on your desk.
Ex-file. You're hilarious. What's in it?
I never pry. No one likes a nosey spy.
What's in it?
Photos of the Kabul bunker fire. She said the photos were too grainy to make out. Something about spycraft not once what it used to be. She sounded bitter.
Why am I not surprised? Anything else?
The usual. That she regrets the day she met you. Oh, a Major Nazarian called. Left a message to call him back. He sounds...interesting. Is he available?
I don't know. When I speak with him I'll ask. Now the two of you in my office NOW. The bunkers are not the only thing burning to the ground.
EXT. KEY BRIDGE GEORGETOWN - TWILIGHT
In the distance a FIGURE JOGGING on the the bridge. Coming closer - it's SCOTT.
EXT. GEORGETOWN NEIGHBORHOOD - SHORT TIME LATER
Scott's wearing headphones, jogging and singing along - badly - "FLY ME TO THE MOON."
"Fly me to the moon. Let me play among the stars. Dadada whatever Jupiter and Mars."
Scott crawls to a walk and removes his headphones. The lights are coming on. Georgetown in late October has a romantic look.
TRICK OR TREATERS come running down the street.
Scott walks past an alcove of the TRINITY LUTHERAN CHURCH. Scott hears someone singing "Fly Me to the Moon" but this guy knows the words. Scott enters the alcove and sees an elderly Man in a Gray Suit - DAVID CHRISTIAN.
""In other words please be true. In other words I love you."
Frank would be proud.
You're very kind. The acoustics are good here, Mr. Roads.
Have we met?
Not formally. I'm a big fan.
Scott senses the tell-tale signs of intelligent evasion.
A "Big Secret" fan? FBI?
You could say I work the other side of the street.
I see I A.
You didn't hear that from me. Say you heard it on the GRAPEVINE.
A big fan. So you want a signed copy?
Actually I was referring to the Collar Bomb case.
My biggest accomplishment got me persona non-grata at State and three Intelligence agencies.
No one likes being embarrassed by amateurs.
It was just a lucky guess.
Don't put yourself down. You have real talent.
It dawns on him.
Like the Kryptos code. That was special. I have another puzzle for you to solve.
Is there a book deal in it? My amateur days are over.
You already wrote the book.
Christian removes "Big Secret" from a bag.
By the way, loved the subliminal you placed on the cover. But you're just scratching the surface.
So the CIA has finally figured out how to overthrow foreign governments by the book? What about domestic governments?
We don't work the domestic side. That's the FBI and the NSA's territory - if you been following the Edward Snowden revelations.
So who's watching the watchers?
We still spy on them. They still spy on us.
So what can I do?
What if I told you that your idea about government mind control was not just an idea...that it is very real and could destroy what's left of this democracy that hasn't already been sold out?
How high up the food chain does it go?
What can I do?
For the moment, nothing. When it's time, I'll contact you.
Christian puts on his raincoat and hat and does his best Sinatra impression.
And watch out for ghosts. "It's witchcraft"
Christian heads out of the alcove and gets lost among the trick-or treaters.