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EXT. PEOPLES PACKAGE STORE- NIGHT
Julie sees a bottle of Volpone Reserve in a liquor store
window and pushes on the door.
INT. ROGER'S HOTEL ROOM - LATER
Julie sits at the head of Roger's bed avidly reading a
stapled manuscript while Roger sits at a computer typing
away. Both have short round glasses of wine next to them.
Roger's is almost empty and Julie's is mostly full. Julie is
dressed but Roger has on a bathrobe.
ROGER
Give me your opinion on my opening
speech for tomorrow. You like the
wine? You got a good year. Julie
gets up, gulps the whole glass down
and goes over to Roger. With glass
in hand leans over his shoulder and
starts to read the monitor.
JULIE
You have a good opening line. The
jokes a little old though. How
about "How many Dhorkians does it
take.....
ROGER
I know that one. Your glass is
empty, here.... He refills her
glass.
EXT. STAGE DOOR PEOPLE'S CONCERT HALL, STEENBOK CITY
SUPER: 2:10 AM.
The door guard, a massive MASTIFF in jeans and t-shirt,
examines Bilail's pass suspiciously. Bilail's eyes are sky
blue. She wears a tank top with the word Surrender spray
painted in capital letters
SURR
ENDER
MASTIFF
...Never seen one like this afore.
Where'd yay get it?
BILAIL
OH Luv doncha know? Their home
borough send a newsy to all their
gigs. The ffolks back in old
blighty want to know...
MASTIFF
Stay here! I'll check me list.
INT. PEOPLE'S CONCERT HALL -- MOMENTS LATER
The Mastiff talks with the Phaser's MANAGER, a wolverine in a
poufy paisley silk shirt and blue and white striped bell
bottoms, as he watches the band from the wings. The MUSIC is
VERY LOUD
MANAGER
She's got a fake pass? But you say
she's a hottie? Well I got a way to
make this a gig SC will remember
for a long time. Let her in and put
her in Jerzy's dressing room.
EXT. STEAM ROOM HEALTH SPA ON THE HOTEL ROOF
SUPER: 2:05 AM
Still wrapped in a towel, Azreal sits on a bench. She looks
off into space barely aware of the SC police surrounding her.
Dr. Krazner's sheet-draped body lies on a gurney. OFFICER ONE
holds a binder open in his hands. It's the same one Azreal
had with her.
OFFICER ONE
(speaking into wrist
radio)
...a yellow furred canine was seen
fleeing the scene. This fits the M.
O. Of B. K. Leva hired assassin and
triple agent.
(to Azreal)
What was in this folder before it
turned to mush.
A viscous yellow liquid drips out
of the binder onto floor
AZREAL
Vhat it says...What It says on the
cover. My Aunt, professor Foster
and the Swanee Technological
Alternatives Research Team's
findings on the nature of reality.
OFFICER ONE
...Which Are?
AZREAL
I do not know. Except what I heard
over dinner at home with Auntie and
Charlton, That's Doctor Forte. You
can't change what was but you can
change what will be. Something
about time's arrow and alternate
universes. I just lost interest
after that.
OFFICER ONE
Probably over your pretty little
head. Run along now, back to your
room. But don't leave town yet.
(beat)
Dano bag this slop. Points to goop
on floor
INT. JERZY "THE SCAB"'S DRESSING ROOM
Scrolling mini-marquee on wall reads 2:10 AM .... ON STAGE +
1:37 The mastiff pushes Bilail through the door. Inside is
ratty looking couch, a few folding chairs and a vanity with a
big mirror framed by bare bulbs. A steamer trunk stands open
in the room's center, drawers open and hung clothes askew.
MASTIFF
Chew wait here! Someone will be
with you shorty...shortly.
MOMENTS LATER
The manager, stands in the doorway,
holding an oversized outlandish dog
costume.
BILAIL
'Bout time someone showed! When the
boys get off stage I'll chat 'em up
for the teley.
MANAGER
Drop the act Luv. We're on to you.
Wanna meet the boys? Here's a way.
Put this on and we'll lower you on
to the stage when they sing "Ole
fat Puppy" Do good and you can have
five minutes alone with 'em.
Dinkum?
BILAIL
Fifteen and it's a deal!
MANAGER
You play for keeps doncha? Ok. The
manager exits the room and, when
the door closes, rubs his hands
together.
INT. ROGER'S HOTEL ROOM LATER STILL
Julie is sitting on Roger's right knee in front of the
computer. He's got one arm around her waist and the other on
the keyboard. The wine is almost gone and their glasses are
almost empty.
JULIE
....Type fasser with one hand than
I'd do with two. I'm feeling the
wine now. I donna dring mooch.
Canae lie doone? -- On ya bed I
mean...
ROGER
Sure thing sweetie. Just let me
finish up and I'll help you back to
your own room. Julie licks Roger's
neck, stands unsteadily staggers
over to the bed and flops face down
on it
JULIE
ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ...
ROGER
This won't do.
He goes over to the bed flips, her over on her back, Loosens
her shirt and, after a moment, opens her belt and unzips her
shorts. She stops snoring and settles in. A sneaky look
steals across roger's face and he lifts her shirt.
ROGER (CONT'D)
Nice!
He puts a paw on her shorts and opens them wider. Her panties
have little versions of the rocket logo on her shirt. Roger
pulls the shorts back together. He returns to his seat by the
computer and starts typing again.
ROGER (CONT'D V.O.)
(thinking)
I'd need two full bottles of wine
to sink that low.
INT. GIRLS HOTEL ROOM
Clock on night table reads 3:00 AM Azreal in bed talks on the
phone with her aunt PROF. STEPHANIE FOSTER
AZREAL
It vas schrecklich. Horrible,
Auntie. He was strangled. Like when
they hung the rapist at the camp. I
destroyed the report. No one saw
it.
PROF. STEPHANIE FOSTER (V.O.)
(on phone)
Kleiner Liebling. Just get some
rest. You've done well. Very brave.
I'm proud of you.
INT. PEOPLE'S CONCERT HALL ON STAGE - SAME TIME
The Phasers are jamming on stage. The lead singer, JERZY, a
jackal (Canis aureus), and the guitarist SOLLY, a dhole
(Cuon alpinus), share the mic. A Burton plays drums and a
gray wolf is on keyboards.
JERZY
(singing)
...time ta grow up and move out ya
mum's flat. Get a job and be a
yuppie.
SOLLY
(singing)
Get your tail in gear yer too old
to be a big fat puppy!
AT THAT MOMENT
Bilail in the big dog costume descends on the stage,
supported by a bungee cord.
BILAIL (V.O.)
Here goes nothing. My clothes are
in Jerzy's room. I guess he can
help me change... She yo-yos down
to center stage just above Jerzy's
head. Then back up once. On the
next down trip, the costume opens.
She falls right onto Jerzy and
Solly knocking them into the
keyboardist. All 4 careen into the
drum set. The song abruptly ends in
a CACOPHONY OF DISSIDENT NOISE.
BILAIL AND THE BAND
...Wa Da fug...wa chout...oy...bollocks...shit...lord love a
duck....
CUT TO:
INT. GEORGE'S BEDROOM "PEOPLE'S PALACE" - DAY
Outside the sun is just coming up. A Space cadet (a BEAGLE),
wearing a flight suit with bulges in unusual places, stands
between to armed palace guards in front of George. He's
wearing silk striped pajamas sitting on the bottom edge of
his bed.
GEORGE
(sleepily)
So what's this important message
from Lenny... you got to get me up
at the crack of dawn for?
BEAGLE
(puts his hand inside his
flight suit)
This First Citizen-- The bedroom
dissolves in a cloud of smoke.
OUT OF THE SMOKE APPEARS A NEWSPAPER WITH THE HEADLINE
GEORGE ASSASSINATED BY DISGRUNTLED SPACE CADET. LEONARD
STEENBOK APPOINTED NEW FIRST CITIZEN.
INT. GRAND ADMIRAL MULLER'S CABIN ON BOARD BATTLECRUISER -
DAY
TARA NOVA (a skunk), Muller's furn
sits at his terminal whispering
into a microphone. As she talks the
words appear on screen.
The screen already says From:
(TaNo)furn1690@spacegov.geode TO:
DRLong@longodds.trans
URGENT
TARA
Your fricking first citizen's been
offed. There's a warrant for
Wilmont and Rayne. Can I go home
now?
(beat)
SEND and delete. Door opens. WOOSH
MULLER (O.C.)
What are you up to?
TARA
Online Kama Sutra course, Master. I
only live to please.
MULLER (O.C.)
Show Me! Tara dives under the bed
covers and emerges with her bikini
in one hand.
TARA
Here kitty, kitty. Master.
EXT - RAYNE RESIDENCE - EARLY MORNING
All the windows are dark. A phone RINGS inside. A light comes
on in an upper window.
INT. LISA'S BEDROOM
Lisa's room is much neater than Julie's. Lisa is holding a
phone to her ear and running her hand through her hair.
DOCTOR ENOCH LONG is on the line.
LISA
Hello? George? Julie?
DOC LONG (V.O.)
(on phone)
'fraid not. First Citizen George
Steenbok died in an explosion early
this morning...
LISA
GODDESS! NO!
DOC LONG (V.O.)
(on phone)
It get's worse my dear. Leonard our
new 'leader' has declared martial
law and put out warrants for Roger
and You. Sedition. The WIA thinks
you're in SC so you have some
time...
INT. ROGER'S HOTEL ROOM - MOMENTS LATER
Roger is clutching his manuscript and last nights clothes.
He's still in his bathrobe. Gregory is carrying his luggage
and standing in the doorway. In the bathroom the shower is
RUNNING and Julie is singing.
GREGORY
...will be here any minute. You can
dress in the car.
ROGER
...Julie?
GREGORY
They're not looking for her. COME
ON!
JULIE (O.C.)
Soap 'n bubbles wash away the
night, I can dry my fur in the
morning light...
ROGER
No I wanted to help scrub her...
GREGORY
(impatiently)
C-O-M-E O-N!
INT. HOTEL LOBBY - MOMENTS LATER
Two WIA agents, a male WOLVERINE and a female WEASEL question
the MORNING DESK CLERK. Four local police stand to one side.
WOLVERINE
...the guest register?
MORNING DESK CLERK
Here sir. What day?
WEASEL
Last night.
Grabs the book.
WEASEL (CONT'D)
Wilmont room 1506, single -- Rayne
room 1201, three?
WOLVERINE
(to local cops)
Round up anyone in 1201. We'll take
Wilmont.
INT. ROGER'S HOTEL ROOM
Julie comes out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel, drying
her hair with an other one.
JULIE
...you were a perfect gentlefurr
last night. As a reward I'll stop
being a lady-- Roger? Mr. Wilmont?
Julie looks around the room and does not see any sign Roger
was ever there. There is a LOUD KNOCK on the door.
JULIE
Roger?
WOLVERINE (O.C.)
Open up. World Investigatory
Agency. Julie opens the door. The
two agents burst in. The weasel
pulls Julie's wrists behind her
back and cuffs her.
WEASEL
Name?
JULIE
Julie Rayne. What's this about
ma'am?
WOLVERINE
We'll ask the questions. You Ms.
Rayne are under arrest for sedition
and conspiring to assassinate the
First Citizen. Where's your
accomplice Mr. Wilmont?
EXT. POLICE VAN ON CITY STREETS - MORNING
A SCPD van (like a VW camper with no windows behind the front
seats) careens through the morning rush hour lights flashing
and SIREN BLASTING.
INT. POLICE VAN
Julie, Azreal and Bilail huddle together in the dim rear
compartment. All three are naked (fur covered and in shadow)
Azreal and Bilail only have their shoes and socks on, Julie
is barefoot (catfoot?)
AZREAL
...strip searched us and then
marched us through the lobby.
Lenny...
BILAIL
Winner of 'upper class twit of the
year' every year.
AZREAL
...is new First Citizen.
JULIE
This parading us nude, I read about
it. They did it in South Parkland
before unification to demoralize
prisoners. As soon as they find out
I'm the wrong Rayne, we'll go home.
BILAIL
Lisa and Mr. Wilmont?
JULIE
Roger...
AZREAL
Roger, now, is it?
JULIE
...got away. Lisa too I'm sure.
INT. LAWYER'S OFFICE IN BELLWOOD (THE GIRLS HOMETOWN)
Super: two weeks later The LAWYER, a portly fox, faces
JULIE'S DAD, BILAIL'S MOM, Prof. Foster and Charlton across
his desk. Outside the leaves are turning colors on the trees.
LAWYER
...Whole New set of laws in place.
The World Congress passed the
revised constitution on the fourth
vote.
(beat)
After some senators had
'accidents'...
BILAIL'S MOM
Cut to the chase. How's this affect
our girls? The lawyer shifts some
papers on his desk and picks one
up.
LAWYER
Francine (Bilail) Burke: Inciting a
riot. Last month a fine, now 3
years in a re-education camp -
prison. Turning to Julie's dad
LAWYER (CONT'D)
Julie Rayne: Possession and reading
of Banned Books. New law, 4 years
re-education.
PROF. STEPHANIE FOSTER
...And our little Stephie?
CHARLTON
Stephie Anna Foster AKA Azreal.
LAWYER
Destroying evidence in a murder
investigation. No less than two
years re-education. They were
picked up for more serious offenses
and It's my opinion that the new
government cannot admit they made a
mistake. They need the peoples
support.
JULIE'S DAD
That should work in our favor.
Right?
BILAIL'S MOM
They may not want a public trial.
LAWYER
That and Prof. Foster's position
have all gotten us this compromise.
If the girls volunteer for the
spacefleet as subalterns to
officers in lookout posts on the
asteroids...
BILAIL'S MOM
Furns? You want to whore our
daughters out to drooling old space
jockeys? Can I go instead?
FEDERAL PRISON - STEENBOK CITY - EVENING
The Lawyer, in a different suit, sits across a table from
Julie, Azreal and Bilail. The girls are all in gray short
dresses. Outside the trees are almost bare.
JULIE
They keep asking where Lisa and
Roger are. Ya, Like I would know.
LAWYER
I can get you all out of this in
exchange for even one of them.
AZREAL
They're with Doctor Long,
definitiv.
LAWYER
If that's true--
He must be ancient by now, I remember when I was only...
JULIE
She met him less than ten years
ago.
LAWYER
Anyway, you have two choices. Spend
no less than three, most likely
five or more, in this jail. Till
this year only the most
incorrigibles were sent here.
BILAIL
We've seen a few. They kept us in
isolation, but we had windows.
Tough mean looking killers and I'm
sure the males are at least as bad.
LAWYER
Or join the spacefleet as Furns
second class.
That means you serve two years in
the asteroid lookout posts as
housekeeper/assistant and companion
to one, single, space officer. Who
knows you might land husbands.
JULIE BILAIL AZREAL
NO!
JULIE
No to husbands. The spacefleet
sounds like the better deal. The
lawyer leaves. The girls look
worried and move closer together.
JULIE BILAIL AZREAL
We're Screwed!
FADE TO BLACK.
EXT. CAMP JUAN DA FUCA - CELL BLOCK C - DAY
Julie, in a green denim bikini, stands with a group of other
young ladies. All the girls have very short hair. Some
outfits are red, some purple and some green. The cells
consist of three barred sides and one concrete wall. On one
wall is stenciled BLOCK C. There are no windows all light is
florescent. Burton a male hyena addresses the group.
BURTON
...Probation. You are NOT in the
ranks YET. When we determine IF you
are qualified for service YOU will
be trained as a "Field Utilized
Recreational Nexus" a furn. DOYLE a
jackal, rolls in a machine with an
assortment of tubes, knobs and
dials. Hanging on one side are red,
green and purple bands. He fits a
green one into a yoke. The machine
stretches the band out in all
directions.
DOYLE
Ready. SIR! Burton motions to
Julie, who steps forward
hesitantly. He consults a
clipboard.
BURTON
Furn candidate 2342, STICK your
head through the collar.
Burton grabs Julie's top and guides
her into the yoke. He holds her
hands together and rests his hand
on her behind. Julie's claws come
out and a low HISS starts in the
back of her throat
BURTON (CONT'D)
Like so. DON'T move! Was that a
hiss, missy? The machine WHIRS and
HUMS. The band contracts around her
neck, fills with liquid and rotates
so the text FURN 2342 is visible.
JULIE (V.O.)
He's got his hand on my butt.
Should I say something? No... The
machine releases her. Burton pulls
up on Julie's bikini bottom
exposing her butt cheeks. He
THWACKS both sides once, releases
her hands, puts a finger through
her collar and stands her up
straight. He puts two then three
fingers under the collar. He swings
her around to face the other
'candidates' with his hands on her
shoulders.
BURTON
At times this collar will be your
ONLY uniform. It contains nanobots
that monitor YOUR health and
location. He swats Julie on the
butt again.
BURTON (CONT'D)
Get back in line. And sheath those
claws unless you intend to use
them...
JULIE (V.O.)
...Establishing dominance...
INT. - JULIE'S CELL - LATER
Julie sits hugging her knees on a cot attached to the
concrete wall.
JULIE (V.O.)
...food and sleep deprivation.
Standard indoctrination technique.
Someone should offer me food soon
so I'll start to see them as my
benefactor. She looks up at the
ceiling. There's a shower nozzle in
the center. Her face takes on a
frightened expression and her ears
flatten on her head.
JULIE (CONT'D)
(out loud)
They can do anything they want.
TARA (O.C.)
You got that right. Julie looks
into the next cell and sees TARA.
Tara has a chain running from her
purple collar to a hole in the
wall.
JULIE
Hi! I'm Julie Rayne from Bellwood,
North Parklands. When Do we eat?
Why are you chained? How come your
collar is purple and mine is green?
And what's that for? Julie points
at the nozzle in the ceiling and
shivers.
TARA
WHOA! You're as curious as a cat.
Figures. Let's see-- I'm Tara Nova
late of Sumer TM space station.
More recently the personal
companion of Grand Admiral Muller.
Purple means Furn first class,
assigned the staff officers.
JULIE
...Green?
TARA
Second class, outpost billets. One
on one assignment. Reds, third
class are Troop maintenance. They
cook for, clean up after and
"entertain" up to 30 soldiers...
JULIE
...food? I haven't eaten in at
least two days. Only tap water.
TARA
Your food should be 'delivered'
soon.
I didn't act like a good docile
idiot, so no gruel for me. There's
a loud CLICK and a SQUEAK as
Julie's cell door swings open.
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