HARSH REALM
                          "Simulacra (V2x8)"
                          by Anthony J Fuchs
                       (justanothervc@hotmail.com)


EXT. GOVERNMENT HOUSE, SANTIAGO CITY (NIGHT) - HARSH REALM
A Republican Guard, LT. BERKELEY, paces before the doors to the building, 
keeping watch.  After a few moments, he heads slowly away, leaving frame.

>From behind one of the three Humvee's parked along the curb, the face of a 
woman with short-cropped hair appears; FLORENCE.  With intensity scrawled 
across her face and an M16 in her grip, she watches the guard leave, then 
gestures the "move in" signal with her right arm.

Seemingly from nowhere, HOBBES appears, armed with a Sig Sauer P220 capped 
with a make-shift silencer constructed from a steel pipe padded with 
fiberglass.  He silently ascends the cement staircase to a support pillar 
which affords him some cover.  A second later, PINOCCHIO emerges from behind 
Florence, quickly making his way to the front doors of the building with a 
small duffel bag in tote.

Pinocchio drops to one knee in front of the doors, opening the bag and 
extracting a small calculator-sized keypad attached via a fiber-optic cable 
to a small keycard.  Hobbes checks his watch, then looks around the building 
for the guard.

			HOBBES
		(hushed)
	15 seconds...

			PINOCCHIO
		(without stopping)
	I know...

Pinocchio slides the keycard into the swipe-sensor on the door, lodging it 
between the lock walls.  He flips the switch under his thumb to activate the 
keypad, glancing at the display as 23 of the 25 LCD's light up and begin 
flashing through code sequences.

			PINOCCHIO
	Jesus...

He immediately begins punching in sets of numbers, test sequences meant to 
hurry the decoding process.

			HOBBES
	10...

			PINOCCHIO
	Thank you Swatch, keep it to yourself.

Pinocchio glances at the keypad, seeing that only four of the 23 digits have 
locked in.

			PINOCCHIO
	Come on baby, little quicker...

			HOBBES
	5 seconds...

Another number locks in.

			PINOCCHIO
	It's a little slow...

			LT. BERKELEY (oc)
	Hey!
		(into radio)
	Perimeter breach!  Repeat, perimeter breach!
	Unauthorized access...

Suddenly, a muffled SHOT rings out, cutting the guard off mid-sentence.  
Hobbes has fired a single round, covering his partner from his vantage 
point.  The guard is stunned by the impact, dropping the radio as he 
DIGITIZES.

Hobbes quickly crosses the front of the building to the radio as Pinocchio 
continues to work on the doors.

			RADIO GUARD (vo)
		(over radio)
	Berkeley?  Berkeley, come in.  What is the sit-
	uation?  Berkeley, what is your status?

			HOBBES
		(into radio)
	Berkeley here.  Shots fired, situation under con-
	trol.  Just some suicidal trash from outside the
	fence on a kamakazi mission.

Pinocchio can't help but let just a tiny grin crack through as Hobbes waits 
anxiously to find if he was sufficiently able to imitate the late Lt. 
Berkeley.  After a moment, the radio guard comes back.

			RADIO GUARD
	Copy.  Good work.

Hobbes breathes a silent sigh of relief, switching the radio off and 
clipping it to his vest.  He watches the street attentively as Pinocchio 
continues his work at the door.

With 16 digits already locked into the keypad, Pinocchio punches in another 
set of test codes.

			PINOCCHIO
		(to himself, impatient)
	Come on...

The seven remaining digits on the display flash by as the computer tests the 
thousands of numerical combinations within seconds.  Two more digits confirm 
and lock in.

			HOBBES
	Hurry up...

			PINOCCHIO
	Almost there...

After a few more moments, the remaining digits flash by until they stop to 
display the proper sequence.  The keypad flashes green and beeps softly, 
confirming the keycard code.  Pinocchio grabs the card, sliding it the rest 
of the way through the swipe-sensor, turning the red LED on the door lock 
green.

			PINOCCHIO
	We're in.

Florence dashes from her cover position to fall in behind Pinocchio as he 
passes through the door first, followed by his mute companion and finally by 
Hobbes, still covering the exterior as Florence scans the lobby.

INT. GOVERNMENT HOUSE LOBBY
The large room is dark and abandoned.

			PINOCCHIO
	No guards.

			HOBBES
	Now I'm nervous.

			PINOCCHIO
	You weren't before?

The trio quickly passes through the lobby, heading down a hallway under a 
sign that reads "STAIRWELL."

INT. THE STAIRWELL
Hobbes flies up the staircase, followed by Pinocchio with the keycard unit 
still out and finally by Florence, covering the rear.

			PINOCCHIO
	Third floor, straight to the dead-end, left at the end
	of the hall.  Two guards at the outer doors.

The team continues quickly up the steps until they reach a door marked by a 
foot-tall numeral three.  Pinocchio slides the keycard through the 
swipe-sensor, activating the lock.

INT. THIRD-FLOOR HALLWAY
In quick continuous tracking shots, we follow Hobbes as he enters the 
hallway and covers the front, leading Pinocchio and Florence toward the 
council room.  He reaches the end of the hall where it dead ends into a 
T-junction.  He stops just short, gesturing Florence to the wall opposite 
him, facing the guards.

Florence moves into position, followed by Pinocchio who is now brandishing a 
TEK9 automatic weapon.  Hobbes quickly spins into the hallway in plain view 
of the guards.  He fires a single round before hiting the floor, creating 
enough confusion to allow Florence to emerge, gun blazing.  The few rounds 
that the guards to manage to get off don't do much more than chip the walls 
before they are DIGITIZED.

INT. THE COUNCIL ROOM
Santiago, along with his six advisors including Lt. Waters and Inga Fossa, 
is quickly out of his seat at the sound of gunfire.

			ADVISOR
	Protect the General!

Waters hurries to Santiago's side, prompting him toward the emergency exit.

In SLOW MOTION, the front doors suddenly burst open and Pinocchio enters, 
unleashing a hellfury of bullets.  Three of Santiago's advisors are 
DIGITIZED before Pinocchio even has to duck back for cover.

			HOBBES
		(to Florence)
	Lay down cover fire!  I'm going after Santiago
	now!

Florence nods quickly, then turns into the room, taking one step in and 
unloading her weapon.

The shootout that follows is almost completely in slow-motion.  Very John 
Woo.

Another advisor DIGITIZES.  Fossa fires her weapon from behind a set of 
filing cabinets.

Hobbes makes a suicidal dash into the room, flying by Pinocchio in pursuit 
of Santiago.

Waters is covering Santiago as he hurries him to safety when he feels a 
sudden jolt in the back.  Santiago turns to see Waters looking down at his 
own chest where blood is seeping from a hole in his uniform.  Waters looks 
up at Santiago with fear in his eyes as he flickers once and DIGITIZES, 
disappearing from the game.

Fossa pulls the trigger again and again, spraying the entrance of the room 
with bullets.

Florence cotinues her barrage of coverfire until she sudden jars backward, 
falling to the floor in agony.  She looks to Pinocchio, grabbing the right 
side of her neck as blood seeps from the wound.  Pinocchio looks on in 
horror as his mute compatriot reaches toward him for the second before her 
body DIGITIZES.

			PINOCCHIO
	NO!!!

Pinocchio levels off his weapon and opens fire, beluging the corner where 
Fossa is hiding with bullets.

Hobbes rounds the council table, taking a shot at Santiago's leg.  In 
BULLETTIME SLOW MOTION, the bullet cuts through Santiago's left knee, 
dropping him to the floor, immobilized.

Fossa tries to turns to return fire at Pinocchio, but is struck in the chest 
with a stream of ammunition before she can even squeeze the trigger once.  
She is pummelled back against the wall before DIGITIZING, leaving Pinocchio 
emptying a clip into the now empty corner.  He does not ease up, continuing 
to firie into the wall, screaming in rage at the top of his lungs as the 
bullets rip throw the paneling.

Hobbes finally reaches Santiago who is sprawled out on the floor, holding 
his bleeding knee, but refusing to show any pain.  Hobbes stands over his 
victim, pure hatred flashing in his eyes.  A moment later, Pinocchio stands 
next to him, looking down at the man they were sent to kill.

			HOBBES
	Would you like the win, or shall I?

			PINOCCHIO
	He's all yours.

Santiago looks up at his attackers, confusion spelled clearly in his eyes.

			GENERAL SANTIAGO
	Who are you?

In Santiago's POV, Hobbes and Pinocchio look at each other questioningly.  
After a moment of silent consultation, they turn back to Santiago.  Hobbes 
levels off his gun at Santiago's head and after the briefest moment of 
hesistation, pulls the trigger.

FLASH TO WHITE.




INT. HARSH REALM PLAYERS BAY
TIGHT SHOT on the face of Thomas F. Hobbes.  His eyes are still closed as he 
lays on a steel table, a fiber-optic wire protruding from his left temple.

In a wider shot, we see the room where the soldiers sent into Harsh Realm 
lie on gurneys, wires connecting them to the digital reality of the game.  
While white-clad nurses tend to some of the others players, a group of four 
uniformed officers and one black-suited woman surround the table on which 
Hobbes is lain.  The same five people Hobbes ate with the night he was sent 
into Harsh Realm.

After a moment, Hobbes' eyes slowly slide open.

In Hobbes POV, everything is hazy, out of focus.  This pair of eyes has been 
out of comission for a while.  A face appears above us; long dark hair, 
pretty features.  Slowly the image sharpens.  The face looks up, to someone 
else, says something that resembles "He's coming to."  Finally, the edges of 
the figure start to become clearer and the image takes shape.  The shape of 
INGA FOSSA.

			INGA FOSSA
	Welcome to the Real World.

Back to normal perspective, Hobbes lifts his head, straining.  A nurse 
quickly moves in to help him, bringing him up to a siting position.  With a 
little more effort, Hobbes slides to his right, dropping his legs off the 
table to the floor.  The nurse quickly drapes a white terrycloth bathrobe 
around him, helping him walk.  The party of military personel remains in 
formation around Hobbes, escorting him out of the bay.

INT. DINING HALL
Hobbes has been bathed and dressed and is now seated at the head of an 
oblong table with a large platter of food in front of him.  To Hobbes' left 
is the white-haired general that Hobbes first met when he arrived.  On 
Hobbes' right is the glasses-wearing general, who has been feeding 
disinformation to Sophie.  To the left of the glasses-wearing general is the 
latin general.  To the right of the white-haired general is the bald general 
who told Hobbes to remove Santiago's virtual character from Harsh Realm.  
And seated directly opposite from Hobbes is Inga Fossa.

Hobbes is quickly inhaling the food in front of him, trying to maintain some 
degree of manners while still satiating his ungodly hunger.  The five 
members of the Harsh Realm committee look at him with respect, completely 
ignoring his ungentlemanly eating habits.  After a moment, he becomes 
self-conscious.

			HOBBES
		(mouth half-full)
	Sorry...

They laugh.

			GENERAL FITTS
	Don't be.  You've earned it a hundred-fold.
		(Hobbes takes another bite)
	You did a hell of a job in there Hobbes.  President
	Marlowe has announced that you are to be award-
	ed the Congressional Medal of Honor.

			HOBBES
	Thank you, sir.

			GENERAL FITTS
		(hand extended to shake)
	General Gregory Fitts.

Hobbes returns the shake as Fitts gestures to the man to his left.

			GENERAL FITTS
	This is General William Darius...
		(to Fossa)
	...you know Ms. Fossa...
		(to latin general)
	...General Kyle Juantero...
		(to glasses-wearing general)
	...and General Colin Gilovitch.

			HOBBES
	Good to finally meet you all.

			GENERAL GILOVITCH
	Believe me when I say this; the honor is ours.

The group nods in agreement.

			GENERAL GILOVITCH
	Be proud, Lieutenant.  We are.

			HOBBES
	Yes, sir.

			GENERAL JUANTERO
	Santiago was located based on information you drew
	out of him.  Our team stormed his stronghold in nor-
	thern Ireland early this morning.

			HOBBES
	He was...killed?

			GENERAL JUANTERO
		(beat)
	Yes.

			HOBBES
		(beat)
	I guess he lost the game.

Everyone falls silent in respect.

			GENERAL DARIUS
	Congradulations, Lt. Hobbes.  This achievement will
	not soon be forgotten.

			HOBBES
	Thank you, sir.

			INGA FOSSA
		(gives Hobbes a knowing look)
	I'm guessing there's someone you'd like to see.

Hobbes looks to Fossa, gratitude in his eyes.

EXT. FORT DIX, NEW JERSEY
A red GMC pick-up truck rolls quietly down a peaceful suburban avenue.  
Hobbes glances out the drivers side window as he passes a playground filled 
with children.  Some ride a blue merry-go-round while others ride the red 
swingset and still others teeter back and forth on a pair of seesaws.  As he 
continues driving, Hobbes' face melts into a puddle of smiles and laughter.

Passing the playground, he glances out the passenger's side window and sees 
a small red-brick church.  Suddenly, his laughter stops, but his smile grows 
twice as wide.  As if to remind himself, he hums quite loudly the first four 
notes of the traditional wedding melody.  Another deep-seated laugh finds 
its way out of his throat, and he welcomes it.

INT. THE HOBBES RESIDENCE
Through the front bay window, we see the pick-up truck pull the to the curb 
and stop, Hobbes pouring out of the driver's seat.  Nearly sprinting despite 
the weight of his duffel bag, Hobbes bursts through the front door and drops 
his luggage.

			HOBBES
	Sophie!!  I'm home!!

			SOPHIE (oc)
	In the bedroom.  DON'T come in.

			HOBBES
		(surprised)
	What?  Why not?

			SOPHIE (oc)
		(almost whiny)
	'Cause I said so, Tom, now don't.

			HOBBES
		(confused)
	Okay...

Hobbes steps into the living room, examining it as if he expects it to 
dissolve into the hollowed out remains he encountered in Harsh Realm.  He 
looks around the room for a few moments, almost unable to believe that he's 
back, when he hears a faint clicking sound like someone drumming their 
fingernails on the tile floor.

In POV, low to the ground, we move quickly from the kitchen into the hallway 
and into the living room where we see a mammoth Hobbes looming above us.

			HOBBES
	Dexter!

Back to normal perspective, Dexter dashes into the room and lunges at 
Hobbes, who catches him in midair.  Dexter begins frantically licking the 
face of his owner.

			HOBBES
	Hey boy!  I missed you too you pudgy little mutt!
		(to Sophie)
	Hey baby-doll, you wouldn't believe what hap-
	pened to St. Jerome's inside the game.  The place
	was a bar!  Not a place fit to hold a wedding.

			SOPHIE (oc)
	Then I won't need the dress...

Sophie appears in the bedroom doorway, holding her white wedding gown 
against her body.

			SOPHIE
	Well...whataya think?

At the sight of his fiancé, Hobbes puts Dexter back on the floor and stares 
in awe at the woman he's about to marry.

			HOBBES
	Sophie...my God...

			SOPHIE
	Tom?

			HOBBES
	It's just...been so long, and you are SO beautiful,
	and I just...
		(realizes dress)
	...why do you have that out?

			SOPHIE
	It's my wedding dress, stupid...

			HOBBES
		(matter-of-factly)
	I've already seen it...

Sophie's face is taken with a look shock.  In her mind, the only way Hobbes 
could have seen the dress is if he went through her packages to find it.

			SOPHIE
	Thomas F. Hobbes, I swear, sometimes...

Sophie heads back into the bedroom to repack the dress.  Hobbes calls after 
her, growing more and more confused as the conversation proceeds.

			HOBBES
	Don't you remember, hun?  The day before I went
	in, you paraded it out in front of me and I refused to
	look because I said I didn't want to break tradition?

			SOPHIE (oc)
	Well, tradition and all...
		(pops her head around door frame)
	...maybe you shouldn't see this either.

Sophie steps into the open doorway, no longer holding the dress.  Hobbes' 
jaw drops as he sees his fiancé completely naked for the first time in 
months.

			HOBBES
		(barely able to speak)
	Well...I guess, I could...overlook...that tradition...

			SOPHIE
		(seductively)
	Ah...you wanna overlook it right now?

			HOBBES
	Oh...God yes...

Hobbes takes Sophie passionately in his arms, holding onto her as if he 
believes he'll lose her again if he lets go.  They kiss deeply.

DISSOLVE TO:
EXT. THE HOBBES RESIDENCE, BACK DECK (DUSK)
Laid out on a beach chair, Sophie holds Hobbes, running her fingers through 
his hair as he lays his head on her stomach.  Hobbes looks into the 
backyard, past the house and trees to the sunset.

			HOBBES
	What do you think of Michael?

			SOPHIE
	I think it's a wonderful name.

			HOBBES
		(looks up)
	You do?

			SOPHIE
	Sure.  For a BOY.
		(indignant)
	What if it's a girl?

			HOBBES
		(smiles, lays back down)
	How about Florence?

			SOPHIE
		(thinks a moment)
	I like it.
		(taps the top of Hobbes head)
	You know my sister's gonna throw a fit if we don't
	name our baby girl after her.

			HOBBES
		(absently)
	Becky's always been tempestuous...

Hobbes is cut off mid-sentence by a knock at the front door.  He sits up, 
looking toward the front door.

			SOPHIE
	Expecting someone?

Hobbes absently shakes his head no, standing and cutting through the house 
to the front door.

INT. THE HOBBES RESIDENCE, FRONT DOOR
He reaches the door, hesitating a moment before opening it as Sophie follows 
behind him.  He turns to look at her, and she can see the fear clearly 
etched into his face.  After a moment, he turns back to the door, placing 
his hand on the handle.

Hobbes flips the handle, pulling the door open to see the face of a man he 
never thought he'd see again.  Mike Pinocchio.  Hobbes almost laughs out 
loud at himself, stepping out of the house and giving Pinocchio a welcoming 
hug.

			HOBBES
	Mike!

Pinocchio returns the hug, but is slightly less enthusiastic about their 
reunion.  Even though Hobbes can't see it, we can tell that something is 
weighing on his mind.

			PINOCCHIO
	Hey, Hobbes...

			SOPHIE (oc)
	Tom...

Hobbes releases Pinocchio, remembering that he and Sophie have never met.  
Sophie hesitantly steps out of the house to meet their guest.

			HOBBES
	Oh, sorry, right...Mike, this is my fiancé, Sophie.
	You kinda know her.  Sophie, this is Mike Pin-
	occhio.  This is the guy who got me through the
	game.  He saved my life more times than I can
	count.  He's a great soldier and a hell of a guy.

			SOPHIE
		(impressed, reaches to shake hands)
	Well, it's an honor to meet you Mr. Pinocchio

			PINOCCHIO
		(returns the shake)
	Mike.

			SOPHIE
	Mike.

			PINOCCHIO
	Likewise.  Tom's told me a lot about you.

			SOPHIE
	It's probably all true.  Especially the kinky stuff.

			PINOCCHIO
		(laughs, to Tom)
	She's a keeper.

Hobbes laughs as the three of them head back into the house.

EXT. THE HOBBES RESIDENCE, BACK DECK (NIGHT)
Hobbes, Sophie and Pinocchio are sitting in green plastic chairs watching 
the stars.

			HOBBES
	It's been so long since I got a chance to look at
	them.  I almost forgot they were up there.
		(looks to Pinocchio)
	So how's it feel?

			PINOCCHIO
	What?

			HOBBES
	Freedom.

			PINOCCHIO
		(sudden austerity)
	Great, look...we need to talk...about the game.

Sophie, suddenly realizing she's out of place in this conversation, stands 
and heads inside.

			SOPHIE
	You boys seem to have some reminiscing to do,
	so why don't I get us some drinks.  Iced tea okay?

			HOBBES
	Yeah, that'd be great.

			PINOCCHIO
	Thanks.

Sophie leaves the two former soldiers alone on the deck.

			HOBBES
	The simplest pleasures we all too soon forget...

			PINOCCHIO
	Hobbes, there's something you gotta know...

Hobbes isn't really paying attention while he looks through the sliding 
glass door at Sophie.  She glances back out the door, noticing him watching 
and smiling to him.

			HOBBES
	What's that?

			PINOCCHIO
	Listen, I know you think we won the game and
	we're free of Harsh Realm and Santiago and you
	got your girl back and your Medal of Honor, but...

			HOBBES
		(turns to Pinocchio)
	How'd you know about that?

			PINOCCHIO
	That's my point.  How would I know about that?

			HOBBES
	What are you getting at?

			PINOCCHIO
	This isn't real, Hobbes.

Hobbes goes dead silent, all emotion drained from his face.  His eyes go 
stone hard and ice cold.

			HOBBES
	What are you talking about?

			PINOCCHIO
	You think we're out, but we're not.  We're still in
	the game.

			HOBBES
	No...they told me I won.  They told me that San-
	tiago had been killed...

			PINOCCHIO
	Lies, Hobbes.  Part of the game.  The next level,
	maybe; I don't know, but we're not out yet.

Hobbes looks at Pinocchio with a new expression of distrust.  He slowly 
rises from his seat, backing away from his former comrade.

			HOBBES
	You're not Mike Pinocchio.

			PINOCCHIO
	Hobbes, calm down...

			HOBBES
	YOU'RE NOT HIM!!

Hobbes backs into the sliding glass door, collapsing against it and slumping 
to the floor.  Tears pour from his eyes, but he's not crying; these are 
stress tears, brought on by the overwhelming trauma this man has had to 
endure.  The look of confusion on his face makes it plain that not even he 
understands why these tears are streaming down his face.

Dropping the two glasses of iced tea on the living room carpet, Sophie 
rushes to Hobbes, crouching beside him and consoling him.

			SOPHIE
	Shhh...Tom, it's okay...you're home baby, shhh...
		(looks to Pinocchio with scorn)
	What did you say to him??

			PINOCCHIO
	I don't...I don't know...I'm sorry...

			SOPHIE
	Please, go...
		(Pinocchio doesn't move)
	Leave us be!  Just go!

Not knowing how to help, Pinocchio silently walks off, leaving Sophie to 
tend to the emotionally crumbled Hobbes.

FADE TO BLACK.




INT. SANTIAGO'S PLAYERS BAY, GOVERNMENT HOUSE - HARSH REALM
A man in Army fatigues sits in a metal chair with a fiber-optic wire 
protruding from his left temple and a thick visor over his eyes.  The only 
movement he makes is an occasional twitch of his mouth every now and then.  
He is secured to the chair with straps around each wrist, each ankle and his 
waist.  The name above his left pocket reads "MARTINEZ."

Panning right, we see five more men in the exact same predicament; their 
namepatches read "SCHELLHORN," "QUIGLEY," "GILBERT," "YERKES," and 
"HORVATH."  As we continue to pan, though, we find a seventh man, whose 
namepatch confirms his identity as "HOBBES."

In a wider shot, we see that each of these seven men is connected to a 
computer which is then wired into a wall-sized terminal at which a man in a 
white lab coat is working.  Next to the man in the lab coat is another metal 
chair contianing another man.  This man is dressed differently, though; he 
wears a black leather jacket and camoflaged pants.  It is Pinocchio, also 
connected to the computer by a fiber-optic and visor.

Track in until the other man's face enters the frame.  This man is staring 
intently at the computer monitor, occasionally typing commands into the 
keyboard.  He wears black-rimmed glasses and a thick beard, and is quickly 
recognizable as JOHN FITZGERALD BYERS.  His eyes flick back and forth from 
display to display as he monitors the eight men currently connected to the 
computer.  After a moment, the window labeled "UNIDENT" turns green and the 
percentage bar begins to decrease from 100% until it finally reaches zero 
and beeps.

			PINOCCHIO
	Damnit!

Pinocchio angrily tears the fiber-optic wire from his skin, pulling the 
visor off his face.

			PINOCCHIO
	He's convinced he's in the Real World.

			BYERS
		(removes glasses)
	Santiago specifically wanted an acceptance factor far
	beyond what common sense would allow.  I guess it
	worked too well.

			PINOCCHIO
		(as if to say "no shit")
	Yeah...
		(removes pulsometers)
	Can you fix it?

			BYERS
	It'd be virtually impossible to edit the source code
	while the program's running.

			PINOCCHIO
	Virtually impossible?

			BYERS
	Well I've never done anything like that; work through
	forty billion lines of running code.
		(Pinocchio scoffs)
	You ever try to fix the engine of a car you're driving?

Pinocchio's expression changes as he understands the analogy.

			PINOCCHIO
	Can you shut it down and reprogram?

			BYERS
		(shaking his head negatively)
	Santiago would know instantly.

Frustrated, Pinocchio untangles himself from the cords that once connected 
him to Santiago's simulation and gets up, storming out of the room.

CUT TO:
EXT. NORTHEASTERN WEST VIRGINIA (DAY)
A quiet forest road stretches off into the distance, occupied by a single 
vehicle.  A grungy, growling, highly intimidating Suzuki 1200 Bandit tears 
down the dirt roadway with its only passenger; a man dressed in a black 
vest, black sunglasses, cargo pants, army boots and a long trenchcoat.  The 
machine he's piloting kicks up a storm of dust in its wake, shrouding the 
road behind in a thick cloud of debris.

CLOSE SHOT on the man's vest, where we find a PAUSE DEVICE secured.

CRANE UP to the face of this man, NORRIS, as he attentively watches the road 
ahead.

EXT. RUINED LUMBER YARD
Buried deep in the woods and covered by a canopy of trees, we find the 
remains of a large lumber yard.  After a few moments, Norris on the 
motorcycle appears and quietly rolls in through the decimated gate, entering 
the yard cautiously.

INT. RUINED LUMBER YARD
He continues through the yard slowly, scanning for signs of habitation.  
Eventually, he reaches one of the mills and stops the bike.  He climbs off, 
dropping the kick-stand and heading carefully into the mill.

EXT. RUINED LUMBER YARD
Outside the rusted chain-link fence, another vehicle slowly rolls up behind 
a thick growth of low bushes and vines that provides ample coverage.  We 
quickly recognize Pinocchio's GTO as it pulls to a stop and the engines dies 
down.

INT. THE CAR
>From the backseat, we see a silouhette in the driver's seat.  The figure 
quickly leans into the passenger's seat to look through the chicken-wired 
window into the lumber yard.

EXT. THE CAR
Close up on the passenger's side window, we find Florence looking into the 
yard.

REVERSE to Florence's POV as she watches Norris cautiously enter the mill.

INT. THE MILL
>From inside the mill, we see Norris enter slowly, still wearing his 
sunglasses, as he quickly scans the interior.

TIGHT SHOT on his feet as he slowly steps into the mill.  He exits frame, 
however, as we see a red dot appear on the ground.  A LASER SIGHT.  The 
sight glides across the dirt floor of the mill until it reaches Norris's 
feet again, slipping up his coat until it reaches the back of his head.

TIGHT SHOT on Norris's face as he suddenly hears a hard click.  The sound of 
a HAMMER being pulled back.  He freezes.

PAN slightly left to REVEAL a teenager named KRAGEN behind him, holding a 
Glock handgun to the base of the his skull.

			KRAGEN
	Move, and you're a digitial blur.

			NORRIS
	I'm here to see Kragen.

			KRAGEN
	No such man.

			NORRIS
		(sigh)
	Shame...

With that single syllable, the image drops into SLOW-MOTION as Norris spins 
around to his left with blinding speed and leans backward.

Two shots ring out simultaneously.  The sniper covering Norris from above 
fires, but misses.  The Teenager pulls his trigger, but Norris's spin threw 
his aim off, and he misses as well.

Norris drops his left hand to the floor beneath him, pulling a gun from his 
belt with his right hand.  As he continues spinning, his right leg whips up 
in a vicious roundhouse kick to dislodge the weapon from the Teenager's 
hand.

Norris spins further until he is nearly facing the floor, an arms length 
above it.  His right are whips underneath of his body, turned upward toward 
the sniper in the rafters.  He pulls the trigger twice as his right leg 
comes around and slips underneath of him to the floor.

The Teenager turns and chases after his gun.

The sniper in the rafters is hit and topples over from his perch.  He 
DIGITIZES in the air, leaving only his rifle to drop to the floor.

Back at NORMAL SPEED, Norris spins the rest of the way around, pivoting on 
his right foot and coming back to a standing position.  He takes two long 
steps to put his gun in contact with the Teenager's neck, behind his right 
ear.

The Teenager, on his knee, only feet from his weapon, stops moving.

			NORRIS
	Up.

The Teenager stands.

			NORRIS
	I said I was looking for Kragen.

			KRAGEN
		(no fear in his voice)
	You're pointing a gun at him.

Norris holds Kragen at gunpoint for a moment before pulling his gun back.  
The Teenager hears the pop of the hammer being released and turns around to 
see Norris holdster his weapon.  For the first time, he removes his 
sunglasses, revealing a jagged scar tracing from the bridge of his nose, 
across his forehead to nearly the opposite side of his left eye.

			NORRIS
	Nice to meet you.  Norris.

EXT. THE MILL
In the lumber yard outside the mill, Florence silently approaches the 
building, her automatic rifle in tote.  She quickly crosses the yard to the 
entrance of the mill, slowly

INT. THE MILL
>From inside the mill, we see Florence turn into the door, then quickly spin 
back out, obviously not expecting to see Norris and Kragen.  Fortunately, 
neither of the men saw her.

			KRAGEN
	I've been expecting you.
		(sees rifle on the ground)
	You fried my best sniper.

			NORRIS
	He shot at me.

			KRAGEN
		(smirk)
	So did I.

Norris appraises the young man before him, trying to figure out if his 
brazen attitude stems from courage or stupidity.  After a moment, he cracks 
a slight grin in return.

			NORRIS
	I'm looking for a man.

			KRAGEN
	Everyone is...

			NORRIS
	A soldier.

Kragen gives a patronized expression that clearly says "that doesn't help."

			NORRIS
	He served under Santiago in the Republican Guard
	before he lost the faith.  He's a deserter.  A danger
	to Santiago's rule.

Kragen rolls his eyes and turns his back on Norris, heading away.  Suddenly, 
he hears the click of a HAMMER being pulled back into position.  He stops 
dead in his tracks, not even needing to turn around to know that Norris is 
holding him at gunpoint again.

			NORRIS
	I killed your sniper.  And he was armed.

Kragen lets a sigh escape before speaking.

			KRAGEN
	What's his name?

			NORRIS
	John Cabot.  He's traveling with a woman...

			KRAGEN
	A healer.

EXT. THE MILL
Florence perks when she hears the word.

			KRAGEN (O.S.)
	The one that speaks.  Who saved his life.

Florence looks away for a moment, surprised, thinking.  Could the rumors be 
true?

INT. THE MILL
Back in the mill, Norris turns defensive.

			NORRIS
	I meant to kill him.

			KRAGEN
	I don't doubt it.  But the fact remains that you didn't.

			NORRIS
		(threatening)
	I don't make the same mistake twice.

			KRAGEN
	I can only tell you what I know.  I've been told they
	passed through here last night on their way to Mar-
	tinsburg.  What's left of it.

Kragen waits for a response, but none comes.

			KRAGEN
	Norris?

He turns around to face an empty room.

EXT. RUINED LUMBER YARD
A huge dust cloud marks the departure of Norris.  After a moment, the GTO 
rolls out into the roadway, following slowly behind the fleeing 
bounty-hunter.

FADE TO BLACK.

FADE IN ON...
INT. THE HOBBES RESIDENCE, BEDROOM (NIGHT)
Tom Hobbes lies in bed, sleeping, as Sophie lightly dabs at his forehead 
with a damp towel.  Suddenly, Hobbes wakes up in a panicked start.

			HOBBES
	Sophie??

			SOPHIE
	I'm here hun.  I'm here.

			HOBBES
		(rambling)
	...thought I was...thought I was in Harsh Realm...

			SOPHIE
	Shh...Tom, you're alright.  You're right here in Fort
	Dix, New Jersey, and I'm not letting anyone change
	that.

Hobbes swallows hard as he lays his head back down on the pillow.

			HOBBES
		(more to himself)
	Thank God...
		(to Sophie)
	...I have the worst memories.  A string of harrowing
	nightmares, only more intense.  Flashbacks...

FLASHBACK:
INT. SOLDIER'S RESIDENCE, HALLWAY - HARSH REALM
In SLOW MOTION, Hobbes, Pinocchio, Florence and Sophie run down a long 
hallway.  Behind them, Mel Waters levels off his weapon and pulls the 
trigger.

Sophie drops to her knees and begins to DIGITIZE as Hobbes watches in 
helpless horror.

BACK TO SCENE:
Hobbes lays in bed, his eyes closed.  After a moment, he opens them, turning 
to look at his fiancé.

			HOBBES
	They took you from me.

Sophie lays down next to Hobbes, her head on his shoulder.

			SOPHIE
	No one's taking me away from you.

			HOBBES
		(holds Sophie)
	It was so real...

FLASHBACK:
INT. CAVES - HARSH REALM UNDERWORLD
Sophie is on the ground with Hobbes by her side.  Pinocchio and Gretchen 
Molry accompany them.

			SOPHIE
	Get away from me!

BACK TO SCENE:
Hobbes holds Sophie in his arms.

			HOBBES
	You didn't even know me there.

			SOPHIE
	What place was this?

			HOBBES
	Harsh Realm...the most perverse imitation of reality.
	Nine ungodly months in that foxhole of a world...

Hobbes trails off, realizing something.

			PINOCCHIO (V.O.)
	...it's not real, Hobbes...

Hobbes turns to Sophie, covering his urgency from her and sounding 
non-chalant.

			HOBBES
	When did you find out we were pregnant?

			SOPHIE
	A week ago.  I wanted to wait until our marriage
	license came to tell you.

Sophie nessles into Hobbes' arms, not noticing that Hobbes is staring off 
out the window, a realization gnawing at his mind.

INT. SUBWAY SERVICE TUNNEL, BELOW GOVERNMENT HOUSE
Pinocchio lays on a cot in a cramped room adjacent to the service tunnel, 
eating a pear and staring at the ceiling.  A table sits next to the cot with 
a telephone sitting on it, the cord running up the wall and disappearing 
into the ceiling.  He takes another bite, looking at the remainder of pear 
inquisitively, as if it might give him some insight into the situation at 
hand.

After a few moments of staring at the pear, he suddenly throws his right 
fist against the wall next to him without looking.  He takes another bite of 
the pear, bringing his fist in front of his face to examine it.

TIGHT SHOT on Pinocchio's fist, where we find the crushed remains of a 
daddy-long-leg spider.  Pinocchio looks at the smashed bug.

			PINOCCHIO
		(Robert de Niro impression)
	You talking to me?

Back in wide shot, Pinocchio looks at the dead insect for a moment before it 
suddenly DIGITIZES.

Pinocchio sighs heavily.  He takes another bite of the pear when there is an 
urgent knock on the door.  In a flash, the mostly-eaten pear is on the 
ground and his gun is drawn.  He slowly inches toward the door, twisting the 
handle and pulling it open to reveal Byers.  Pinocchio holdsters his weapon, 
turning back to the pear.

			PINOCCHIO
	You made me waste my dinner.

			BYERS
		(urgent)
	Come with me.

Pinocchio hears the urgency in Byers words and follows him without question.

INT. ELEVATOR to GOVERNMENT HOUSE
Pinocchio and Byers stand side-by-side, watching the display tell them which 
floor they're at.

			PINOCCHIO
	How far down are we?

			BYERS
	Forty-two feet.  Nearly five floors.

			PINOCCHIO
	Isn't there anywhere else I can stay?  I've had bad
	experiences with tunnels.

			BYERS
	Sorry.

INT. HALLWAY, GOVERNMENT HOUSE
>From the right side of the frame, Byers pops his head out into the hallway, 
checking both ways to make sure it's clear.  He turns back and gestures with 
his head for Pinocchio to follow as he enters the hallway and hurries down 
it.  Pinocchio follows close behind, bundled in a Republican Guard standard 
issue coat.

The pair hurries around a corner and reaches a door.  Byers stops in front 
of the door, leaning down to let the retinal scanner read his eye.  The 
words "RET SCAN PASS" appear on the display screen, then disappear, replaced 
by the words "VOICE CONFIRMATION."

			BYERS
	John F. Byers.

A tense moment passes before the door beeps and Byers pushes the handle 
open, gesturing Pinocchio through and quickly following after him.

INT. SANTIAGO'S PLAYERS BAY, GOVERNMENT HOUSE
Inside the room, Pinocchio rips the Republican Guard coat off, throwing it 
to the floor.

			PINOCCHIO
	Hate those things...

Byers isn't paying attention.  He's already seated in front of the terminal, 
punching keys at lightening speed.  Pinocchio notices and crosses to the 
terminal to see what Byers is doing.

			PINOCCHIO
	Whatayou have?

			BYERS
	On the outside...
		(looks back to Pinocchio)
	...the Out-Outside...
		(back to the monitor)
	...we had to test the simulation by sending our own
	programmers into the game space.  When we start-
	ed, we'd create relatively simple activities; fixing a
	car, hunting a deer, you know what I mean.
		(Pinocchio nods)
	We had to make sure the game was an exact replica
	of reality.  But in case of a system failure, we wrote in
	a kill switch ~ usually a word or phrase ~ that would
	automatically end the game and release the players.

			PINOCCHIO
	What are you saying?

			BYERS
		(turns back to Pinocchio)
	I may have found a way to get him out.

Byers and Pinocchio look at Hobbes, still prisoner to Santiago's simulation.




INT. SANTIAGO'S PLAYERS BAY, GOVERNMENT HOUSE - HARSH REALM
Seated in the seat directly next to the computer terminal, Pinocchio has 
once again doned the thick black visor that will insert him into the game.  
A moment later, Byers attaches the fiber-optic wire to his left temple.

Byers returns to the computer terminal, punching keys.  A player profile 
opens on the screen, labelled "UNIDENT."

			BYERS
	Ready?

			PINOCCHIO
		(breath)
	Plug me in.

Byers hits the ENTER key, to which the bar in the UNIDENT window starts to 
climb, quickly reaching 100%.

DIGITAL WIPE TO:
INT. ST. JEROME'S CHURCH, FORT DIX - SANTIAGO'S SIMULATION
Most of the community is convened for Sunday mass.  In the midst of the 
congregation are Tom Hobbes and Sophie Green.

			PRIEST
	Please rise for the Lord's Prayer...

The congregations stands.

			CONGREGATION
	Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed by thy
	name.  Thy kingdom come...

As we PAN through the congregation, we come to Sophie and Hobbes.  Sophie is 
reciting along with the rest of the church-goers, but Hobbes seems 
preoccupied.

			CONGREGATION (Cont'd)
	...thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven...

INT. ST. JEROME'S CHURCH, LOBBY
Outside the main church hall is a small lobby with a table containing 
Candles of Intention, about half of which are lit.

In SLOW-MOTION, a match is struck.

The flame flickers for a second, then steadies.

The match moves slowly toward a candle.

The flame comes in contact with the wick, lighting it after an extended 
moment.

The match is quickly blown out.

CUT TO:
INT. ST. JEROME'S CHURCH, LOBBY
The congregation files out of the main church hall as mass has ended.  The 
priest is in the lobby, talking to several parishoners.

After a few moments, Hobbes and Sophie exit the main hall and head out of 
the building.  They are met at the door by Mike Pinocchio, dressed in a 
black suit with a tan shirt.

			HOBBES
	Mike...

			PINOCCHIO
	Tom.  I want to apologize.

			HOBBES
		(knowing look)
	No need.  Everything's alright.

			SOPHIE
		(to Pinocchio)
	I should apologize as well.  For the way I acted.
	It wasn't your fault.

			PINOCCHIO
	Don't worry, ma'am.  You were only protecting
	the one you love.

Sophie smiles, agreeing with Pinocchio.  Hobbes, though, has a pained look 
that only Pinocchio can see.

CUT TO:
EXT. MEMORIAL PARK
Across the street from the Hobbes residence, Pinocchio and Hobbes sit on a 
bench, watching as several children climb on the large jungle gym.

TIGHT SHOT on the children in SLOW-MOTION, as they laugh and play.

Back at NORMAL SPEED, Hobbes looks around the park.  Eventually, his gaze is 
drawn to his own house, where he sees Sophie in the front yard, tending to 
the garden that wraps around the front of the house.

			HOBBES
	How can this be happening?

Pinocchio doesn't answer.  Doesn't know how.

			HOBBES
	After all that time, all those months, I finally get
	back to her...
		(looks at Pinocchio)
	...and now you want to tell me that it isn't real?

			PINOCCHIO
	Trust me, Hobbes, I don't want to tell you...

Pinocchio glances at his wristwatch; the time reads 10:18 a.m.

			PINOCCHIO
	...but I can prove it to you.

			HOBBES
	How?

			PINOCCHIO
		(looks up from his watch)
	At exactly 10:19, a 6-foot-tall bearded man driv-
	ing a maroon Chrysler New Yorker is going to
	knick the backend of baby blue Ford Taurus,
	driven by a pregnant woman with black hair.

Hobbes just looks at Pinocchio, not knowing what to think.

Pinocchio glances at his watch again; 20 seconds to impact.  He looks up, 
past Hobbes, down the street.  After a moment, he nods for Hobbes to look as 
well.  Hobbes turns around to see a maroon Chrysler New Yorker driving down 
the street toward them.

Hobbes turns back around to face Pinocchio, but his expression changes 
instantly to disbelief.  Pinocchio turns around to see what Hobbes is 
looking at, finding a baby blue Ford Taurus headed down the street toward 
them as well.

Hobbes looks back to see the Chrysler New Yorker bearing down as he hears 
Pinocchio's voice.

			PINOCCHIO
	Seven...six...five...four...

Hobbes turns back to the Ford Taurus as Pinocchio finishes the countdown.

			PINOCCHIO (Cont'd)
	...three...two...one...

At that instant, the two cars cross paths in SLOW-MOTION in front of Hobbes 
and Pinocchio.

TIGHT SHOT of Pinocchio's watch, as the time clicks from 10:18:59 to 
10:19:00.

The vehicle pass within inches.

The New Yorker sweeps by the Taurus, catching the rear fender.

A shower of sparks sprays across the roadway.

The two cars slam on their breaks.

A tall man exits the New Yorker, jogging to the driver's side of the Taurus 
with a worried look.

Back at NORMAL SPEED, the man glances around nervously, giving Hobbes the 
chance to notice the thick beard he sports.  The man reaches the other car 
and helps the driver out.

Hobbes is stunned as a woman, at least six-months pregnant, exit the vehicle 
in SLOW-MOTION.  Her long black hair drapes around her pale face.

Back at NORMAL SPEED, Hobbes turns to Pinocchio with a stunned expression, 
not knowing what to say.

			PINOCCHIO
	Welcome to Santiago's Realm.

CUT TO:
INT. DAY'S EASE DINER (AFTERNOON)
Pinocchio and Hobbes are seated at a window-side booth.

			PINOCCHIO
	What do you remember?

			HOBBES
	I remember stopping at the farmhouse to get gas...
	finding a tank in the barn...leaving straight from there
	for Santiago City, storming the Government House
	and taking out Santiago.  You, me and Florence.
	Florence killed Waters, Inga Fossa killed Florence
	and you killed Inga.

Pinocchio sighs, trying to figure out how to explain what really happened.

			PINOCCHIO
	Hobbes...you were paused...

Pinocchio cuts himself off as a waitress approaches the table with two 
coffees.

			PINOCCHIO
	Thank you.

The waitress nods and leaves, allowing Pinocchio to continue.

			PINOCCHIO
	Pausing erases the last few minutes of memory; that's
	why you don't remember it happening.  It's designed
	that way.

			HOBBES
	Then why am I still alive?

			PINOCCHIO
	Someone got rich off you.  A bounty hunter collect-
	ed the price on your head.  Turned your paused ass
	over to Santiago.  You're only alive because he need-
	ed a lab rat to test out his new project.  A simulation
	within the simulation, that he could plug captured
	soldiers into to convince them they'd been returned
	home.  Just like you did.

Hobbes nods slowly, beginning to understand.

			PINOCCHIO
	This simulation is running off the original source code,
	before the game objective was programmed in.

			HOBBES
	Then how do I get out?

			PINOCCHIO
	I don't know that yet.  We're working on it from the
	outside, but without a program objective...

Pinocchio trails off, letting his silence finishes his sentence.

			HOBBES
	Can't you just pull the plug?

			PINOCCHIO
		(shaking his head negatively)
	No more than they can pull Harsh Realm's plug
	in the Real World.  The trauma would perma-
	nently seperate your mind from your body, trap-
	ping your consciousness here.  You'd be rend-
	ered vegatative in Harsh Realm, not to mention
	what would happen to you in the Real World.

Hobbes remains silent for a long moment, assimilating all this new 
information.

			HOBBES
	I don't know which is worse.  Harsh Realm, or
	this place.
		(looks around)
	This is so real, but now you're telling me it's not.
	The most sickening perversion of reality is the one
	you believe is real.  I have Sophie back.  I almost
	don't want to leave...

Suddenly, Hobbes is stricken with a horrifying revelation.

			HOBBES
	...Sophie...
		(extended beat)
	She's not real?

			PINOCCHIO
	She's less than not real.  She's a virtually created
	virtual character.

Hobbes is torn.  He has the chance to be with Sophie, albeit a virtual 
recreation of her, here.  But he knows his heart truly belongs to the real 
Sophie, in another world.

After a long moment of deliberation, Hobbes has made his decision.

			HOBBES
	How do I get out?

			PINOCCHIO
	There was an automated kill switch built into the ori-
	ginal program in case something went wrong.  San-
	tiago had it deleted from the outside when he took
	over Harsh Realm, but this version might still contain
	it.  I know Santiago's top programmer, John Byers,
	from before I went on the run.  I worked with him.

			HOBBES
	How confident are you that he can do it?

			PINOCCHIO
	If it's there, he'll find it.  If it's not...
		(sees Hobbes' distress)
	...he'll make one.

DIGITAL WIPE TO:
EXT. JUST OUTSIDE MARTINSBURG, WEST VIRGINIA (DAY) - HARSH REALM
An open rural road plays host to a single pick-up truck, heading toward a 
town visible off in the distance.

INT. THE TRUCK
Inside the truck are two passengers.  The driver is readily recognizable as 
John Cabot.  The passenger, however, is a young girl, no more than 16, who 
we've never met.

			CABOT
	What'd you say your name was?

			DOROTHY
	Dorothy.

			CABOT
		(to himself)
	Dorothy...

			DOROTHY
	I'm sorry about what happened.

Cabot looks at her, not speaking.

FLASHBACK:
EXT. PITTSBURGH ENCAMPMENT (DAY)
The street is clogged with the customary ragged inhabitants that occupy most 
all of the encampments outside the fence.  Among them, though, we see John 
Cabot, browsing from tent to tent, looking at the many things being sold.  
Cabot doesn't notice her, but the attentive viewer might notice Dorothy in 
the background, watching him.

He stops at one tent to look at crates filled with canned goods, most of 
which are without labels.

			CABOT
	Any idea what's in `em?

			MERCHANT
	None.

Cabot shakes his head, starting to reach into his pocket when he hears his 
named bellowed from far away.

			NORRIS
	CABOT!!!

Cabot drops the can, instinctively ducking down to grab the pistol from his 
ankle.  He dives behind a display that affords him some cover as the first 
shots are fired.

Cabot reaches above the display and squeezes off a few rounds before ducking 
back.

			CABOT
	Whatayou want???

			NORRIS
	Just the price on your head!

Norris fires again.

			CABOT
	You'd have an easier time killing me!

			NORRIS
	That's fine too!

Norris fires another round, then ducks back.  As soon as Cabot hears the 
silence from Norris' end, he leans out to fire a few rounds of his own, not 
realizing that Norris is ready to shoot.

Cabot realizes the setup too late, getting the chance to fire only one round 
before Norris has fired a bullet into his chest.

In SLOW-MOTION, the bullet from Cabot's gun grazes Norris across the 
forehead, opening a bloody wound from the bridge of his nose to the opposite 
side of his left eye.

Behind the display, Cabot topples over backward, holding his chest where the 
bullet penetrated.

Cabot is sprawled out on the ground, ready to die, when a young woman 
approaches.

In Cabot's POV, we see the face of a girl no older than 16.  It is Dorothy.

In a wider shot, Dorothy doesn't say a word as she pulls CABOT to safety in 
an alleway

EXT. ALLEYWAY
Back at NORMAL SPEED, Dorothy rips open the bloodsoaked section of Cabot's 
shirt.  Cabot looks at her in a moment of confusion before realizing who and 
what she is.  She places her hands over the wound for a moment, until the 
blood dries out and the bullethole closes up and heals unnoticably.

BACK TO SCENE:
Cabot still looks at Dorothy, but we can see in his eyes that he holds no 
malice toward her for what she's apologizing for.

			CABOT
	Don't apologize.  You're not responsible for his
	actions

			DOROTHY
	He'll be coming after us, you know.

			CABOT
	I know...
		(wanting to change the subject)
	...so...how is it you can speak?  None of the others
	can...

			DOROTHY
	My mother was one of the Sisters, but my father
	was from the Real World.

			CABOT
	You know about that place?

			DOROTHY
	Vaguely.  I know enough to know I can't go there.

Cabot is silent in apology.

			CABOT
	So you're the one they talk about.  You can heal
	and speak.

			DOROTHY
	Some have said.
		(beat)
	My father was one of the first soldiers sent in after
	General Santiago.  He nearly defeated him.

			CABOT
	Wolf?  You're Lieutenant Wolf's little girl?

Dorothy nods affirmatively.

			CABOT
	Your father was a good man.  A great soldier.
	We might still have a chance if he was around.

Dorothy looks at Cabot for a moment, deciding whether or not to say what she 
wants to say.  Finally, she makes up her mind, looking back out the front 
windshield.

			DOROTHY
	He is.

Cabot only glances at Dorothy again as the truck passes a sign reading 
"MARTINSBURG, NEXT RIGHT."

CUT TO:
INT. SANTIAGO'S PLAYERS BAY, GOVERNMENT HOUSE
On the computer terminal, the bar in the window labelled "UNIDENT." drops 
quickly from 100% until it reaches zero and beeps.  Pinocchio pulls the 
fiber-optic off and removes the visor.

			PINOCCHIO
	He understands.

			BYERS
	Okay.  Half the battle's won.

			PINOCCHIO
	How long before you can pull him out?

			BYERS
	At 30-thousand pages of code per second, it's
	still going to take about seven hours to find it, if
	it's even there.

			PINOCCHIO
	And if it's not?

			BYERS
	Then I have to program a jump port and cover it
	up with something that looks like it killed him.

			PINOCCHIO
	You have to kill him to get him out?

			BYERS
	In Santiago's game...yes.  It's the only way to do
	it without being obvious.

			PINOCCHIO
	Can you just skip the search and enter it...

			BYERS
	I can't risk that.  If there already is one, the com-
	puter would read a redundancy error and go to
	default shutdown.  It'd be like pulling the plug on
	him.

Pinocchio nods begrudgedly, looking to a countdown clock that Byers has set 
up.  The time is dropping steadily from 6:54.

FADE TO BLACK.




INT. PATHMARK SUPERMARKET, FORT DIX (DAY) - SANTIAGO'S SIMULATION
In SLOW-MOTION, Sophie is pushing a shopping cart obliviously as Hobbes 
looks around, only barely hiding his growing paranoia.

			HOBBES (V.O.)
	All too often, we take for granted for the world
	which we inhabit.  So blindly we accept what we
	are given, never assuming for a moment that what
	we cal Real is nothing more than an electronic blip.
	The things we see, the sounds we hear...

Sophie turns around, glancing back at Hobbes.  Smiles.  She turns back 
around.

Hobbes casts his eyes down, closing them, pained.

			HOBBES (V.O.)
	The people we think we know.  The life we try to
	exert so much carefully calculated control over,
	but which we eventually come to learn has always
	been controlling us.

As Sophie and Hobbes continue down the aisle, they pass another woman 
pushing a cart.

Hobbes glances not at the woman, but at the girl sitting in the cart.

A young girl of seven, with blonde hair and blue eyes.  For an instant, 
Hobbes recognizes her, but as quickly as he senses it, it's gone again.

The woman and her daughter pass as Sophie stops to look at the merchandise 
on display.  Hobbes, though, is disconcerted, and looks back.

The girl in the cart looks at him.  Into his eyes.  She recognizes him as 
well.

A childish smiles takes her face, and she waves.

Back to Hobbes, who looks at her, remembering.

DIGITAL WIPE TO:
EXT. MARTINSBURG, WEST VIRGINIA (EVENING) - HARSH REALM
A street cluttered with gutted cars and battle debris.

Parked along the curb, we find Cabot's pick-up in front of a building 
bearing a sign that once read "CAPITOL MOTEL."  Most of the letters have 
been burned away.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL HALLWAY
Cabot walks down the hallway carefully, caring a brown paper bag.  He stops 
quickly for a moment, looking behind himself before continuing to the first 
room on the right.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL ROOM
Cabot enters the room to find Dorothy routing through her duffel bag.  
Dorothy reacts instantly, grabbing the handgun off the bed and pointing the 
barrel at Cabot before realizing who he is.  She quickly drops the weapon, 
sighing out as much tension as she can without becoming comfortable.

Cabot crosses the room to her, putting the bag down on the bed and reaching 
into it.  He withdraws his hands with chunks of bread in his grasp.  Dorothy 
looks up at him in shock.

			CABOT
	I found this in the kitchen.  Most of it was mold-
	ridden, but I cut away the garbage to find some
	edible remains.

Dorothy hungrily digs into the bag, producing a fair-sized chunk and biting 
into it greedily.

			CABOT
	You'll be okay on your own?

Dorothy shakes her head affirmatively.

			CABOT
	There was a bolted door in the kitchen.  I'm gonna
	find out what's behind it.

Cabot heads out of the room as Dorothy dives into the bread in her hand.

EXT. ROUTE 37, OUTSIDE MARTINSBURG, WEST VIRGINIA
The road lays abandoned for a moment before the peaceful scene is shattered 
by Norris tearing down the roadway on his motorcycle, passing by the sign 
reading "MARTINSBURG, NEXT RIGHT."

We pan back down the road, in the opposite direciton that Norris was 
traveling, to see the GTO a way off in the distance, only now visible as it 
turns the corner from behind a section of forest.

INT. SANTIAGO'S PLAYERS BAY, GOVERNMENT HOUSE
Byers is still seated at the computer terminal, this time with a telephone 
to his ear.

			BYERS
	No...no, I can't.  I can't get you back in.
		(beat)
	But I can get him out.
		(beat)
	Yes.  I still have to upload the program code, but
	in a matter of minutes, he should be out.
		(beat)
	Yes, I'll bring him down myself.
		(beat)
	Alright.

Byers turns back to the screen, his eyes flitting from the monitor to the 
door and back again.  He purses his lips, squeezing his eyes shut for a 
second as if not seeing what he's about to do will exonerate him from its 
consequences, and before giving himself a chance to reconsider, strikes the 
ENTER key.

On the screen, a small dialogue box pops opens with the title "UPLOAD IN 
PROGRESS."  Byers watches as the percentage bar slowly creeps toward 100% 
until finally the entire bar is red and the computer beeps softly.

A barely audible sigh escapes Byers as the words "UPLOAD COMPLETE" flash 
across the screen.

DIGITAL WIPE TO:
EXT. PATHMARK SUPERMARKET, FORT DIX (DAY) - SANTIAGO'S SIMULATION
>From outside the building, we see the glass doors slide open in SLOW-MOTION 
as Sophie and Hobbes emerge from the supermarket.  Hobbes squints in the 
sunlight, looking around the parking lot.

EXT. PATHMARK PARKING LOT
Back at NORMAL SPEED, as Sophie and Hobbes reach their red pick-up and 
Hobbes lifts the first bag out of the cart.  Sophie takes the second bag and 
they climb into the cab, settling the bags in the small area behind the 
seats.

EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD, FORT DIX
The red pick-up rolls down the street until it reaches a red light and slows 
to a stop.

INT. THE TRUCK
Sophie is holding Hobbes' right hand while he drives with his left.  But she 
notices that her fiancé is upset about something.

			SOPHIE
	Tom, what is it?

Hobbes is silent for a long moment, deciding whether or not he can even 
answer that question.

			HOBBES
		(extended beat)
	There's no way for you to understand.

			SOPHIE
	Try me.

			HOBBES
	I can't...

Hobbes' gaze wanders slightly and he catches a glance at the 
windshield-mounted rear-view mirror.  In it, he sees the face of Mike 
Pinocchio.

Surprised, he snaps his head around to look behind him.  In the flatbed of 
the truck, he finds nothing.  No Pinocchio.

			SOPHIE
		(upset)
	Tom, what's wrong??

Hobbes looks back in the mirror, and just as before, Pinocchio is clearly 
visible.  As Hobbes continues to look, though, the image of Pinocchio 
flickers ever so slightly.  Hobbes suddenly realizing that it is not his 
friend, but only a projection of him.

			PINOCCHIO
	She can't see me or hear me, Hobbes.

			HOBBES
		(to Sophie)
	Nothing, hun...I just...thought I saw a kid run into
	the street.

Sophie looks back out the back of the truck, seeing nothing.

Hobbes looks in the mirror again, still seeing Pinocchio.

DIGITAL WIPE TO:
EXT. MARTINSBURG, WEST VIRGINIA (EVENING) - HARSH REALM
The abandoned street again, where only Cabot's pick-up claims residence.  
After a few moments, we see a moving object in the distance, which we 
recognize as Norris on his motorcycle, slowly rolling down the street.

Norris sees Cabot's pick-up truck parked in front of the Capitol Motel and 
pulls to the curb, climbing off the bike.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL BASEMENT
Amidst dozens of crates, some of which are opened, Cabot pries open the box 
in front of him.  Inside, he finds assorted handguns.  He picks up one, a 
Beretta 92FS, and drops the clip.  It's full.  A wide smile spreads across 
his face.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL BASEMENT STEPS
Cabot quickly ascends the staircase back to the first floor.

			CABOT
	Dorothy!  Dorothy, you'll never believe this...

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL KITCHEN
Cabot sprints through the door that he formerly referred to as locked and 
dashes through the kitchen back to the room that Dorothy is in.

			CABOT
	You'll never believe what I found...

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL LOBBY
As Cabot exits the kitchen, he spots a figure in the doorway.  
Instinctively, he skids to a stop, arching his back to lean his head back.

Gunfire thunders.  A single round.

In BULLETTIME SLOW-MOTION, the bullet rips through the air toward Cabot.

Tearing through space toward its destination, the bullet sailing 
perpendicular to Cabot's face, only inches from his eyes.  Had Cabot not 
leaned back precisely when he did, his head would have been right in the 
path of the bullet.

The single round of ammunition rockets past his eyes.

Back at NORMAL SPEED, Cabot falls back behind the counter, pulling his own 
gun as he props himself back against the counter.

			CABOT
	DOROTHY!

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL ROOM
Hearing Cabot, Dorothy is up, a handgun in each fist, darting toward the 
door.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL LOBBY
Norris steps into the lobby toward Cabot.

			NORRIS
	I told you I wanted the price on your head.  You
	should know, you're far to valuable to let you get
	away...

Before he can take another step, though, he is under attack.  He is forced 
to dive for cover as bullets chip the floor around his feet.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL HALLWAY
Dorothy leans out the door of her room into the hallway, squeezing off a 
stream of rounds.  She stops for a moment, looking across the hallway.  In a 
flash, she is up and running again, this time across the hallway to the 
opposite side where she shoulder slams a door, jarring it open.  She ducks 
into the room, finding a better vantage point from which to cover Cabot.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL LOBBY
Cabot kneels out from behind his cover to fire a few rounds.

			CABOT
	You killed my family!!!

			NORRIS
	Casualties of war, Cabot.  Every battle has them.

			CABOT
	My daughter was only five!!!

Cabot leans out and takes another shot.

The wooden panel only inches from Norris' face shatters off into a hundred 
splintered shards.

Norris turns his head to look at the bullethole.  He looks at it for a 
moment before moving quickly, heading from his cover across the lobby.

In SLOW-MOTION, Norris makes a dash across the lobby, stepping right into 
Dorothy's line of sight.  Dorothy opens fire, chipping the floor and wall 
behind Norris, shattering furniture and windows, but not making contact.

Norris dives forward into a shoulder roll, spinning around on his back to 
come up with it to the far wall.

Back at NORMAL SPEED, Norris takes a shot at Dorothy, forcing her back into 
the room as the bullet tears the trim off the door.  He then takes a shot at 
Cabot, forcing him to the floor to avoid being killed.

			CABOT
	Who the hell are you???

			NORRIS
	James T. Norris. 396-01733-42.

			DOROTHY
	Who do you work for?

			NORRIS
	Central Intelligence wetworks.  	Black bag oper-
	ations.

			CABOT
	You're an assassin...

			DOROTHY
	Who's your target...

			NORRIS
		(smirk)
	James T. Norris.  396-0173...

Norris is cut off midword, though, as a bullet slams his right shoulder in 
SLOW-MOTION.

At NORMAL SPEED, Norris turns toward the door where he finds Florence, M16 
in hand, finger squeezing the trigger.  In a flash, Norris whips his gun 
toward the front door, unleashing a clip at his new attacker.

EXT. FRONT OF THE CAPITOL MOTEL
>From outside the building in SLOW-MOTION, Florence is suddenly under attack. 
  The flurry of bullets blast everything around her until suddenly she is 
slammed back onto the pavement by a shot that strikes her in the chest.  
Blood seeps from the wound, but she musters the energy to drag herself away.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL LOBBY
Norris is hurt and in pain, but it's a wound he'll survive.  It will hamper 
his fighting at the moment, though, and escape is the best option.

He passes the gun off to his left hand, his weaker shot, and aims toward the 
hallway.  He squeezes the trigger again and again, spraying bullets in the 
general direction of the hall and the counter to keep Cabot and Dorothy at 
bay while he attempts his escape.

On his feet and covering his escape, Norris makes a mad dash for the door.

EXT. FRONT OF THE CAPITOL MOTEL
Norris exits the building through the shattered doors, still covering 
himself with a shower of bullets.  He quickly scans the street for Florence. 
  She's no where to be found.

Frustrated, he holdsters his weapon and jumps on his motorcycle, forcing the 
kickstart and peeling away down the street.

INT. CAPITOL MOTEL LOBBY
No longer under attack, Cabot leans cautiously out of his cover position to 
survey the damage.  He looks back down the hallway to see Dorothy poke her 
head out of the room as well.  Cabot slowly stands, gun still drawn, heading 
out of the building.

EXT. FRONT OF THE CAPITOL MOTEL
Cabot exits the building carefully, eyes flitting quickly around the street 
in search of his enemy.  He slowly makes his way to his pick-up truck, where 
he is surprised to find Florence, laying in the flat-bed, bleeding from a 
gaping chest wound.

			CABOT
	Dorothy!!

Dorothy quickly emerges from the motel, running to the truck.  As soon as 
she reaches the vehicle, she sees why Cabot called her.

			CABOT
	Can you save her??

Dorothy doesn't answer before climbing quickly into the flat-bed with 
Florence.

Florence looks up at Dorothy.  Eyes lock.  No words are exchanged because 
they are unnecessary.

Dorothy places her hands over Florence's wound.  She shuts her eyes, 
concentrating hard.

A light blue glow emanates from the wound as the torn flesh digitizes, 
slowly healing over itself to repair the wound.

The glow dies away and Dorothy slumps over.  Cabot quickly catches her, his 
eyes catching Florence.  Her wound is gone, leaving only her bullet-torn 
vest.  Florence sits up in the flat-bed, placing her hand on Dorothy's face. 
  After a moment, she breathes a slight sigh of relief, shaking her head 
"yes" to say that Dorothy will be okay.

DIGITAL WIPE TO:
EXT. SUBURBAN ROAD, FORT DIX (DAY) - SANTIAGO'S SIMULATION
Hobbes' red pick-up truck still sits at the red-light, which now turns 
green.  The truck rolls forward.

INT. THE TRUCK
Hobbes looks over at Sophie, who is completely oblivious to the image of 
Pinocchio in the rear-view mirror.

			PINOCCHIO
	Hobbes, we can get you out.  But you have to do
	exactly what I say.  I'm a programmed help guide,
	to give you instructions.  I can't answer questions.
		(beat)
	Four blocks up, make a right.  Two blocks from
	there is an accident.  That's your jump port.  You
	have to drive head-on into it.

Hobbes' eyes flick to the rear-view mirror.

			PINOCCHIO
	Trust me, Hobbes.  It's your only way out.

The image in the mirror suddenly flickers once, then PIXELLATES.

Hobbes looks at the mirror once more, now seeing only the road stretching 
out behind him.

As he continues down the road, he realizes that his hand is still in 
Sophie's.  He squeezes her hand softly, looking at her with an apologetic 
smile.

			SOPHIE
	Tom, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?

			HOBBES
		(eyes growing misty)
	No...you don't need that now...the only thing that I
	am going to tell you is that I love you so dearly...

Hobbes tries to force out more words, but they won't come out.

The truck approaches a light, turning right.

Up ahead, Sophie spots the accident; a six car pile-up caused by an 
overturned oil tanker.

			SOPHIE
	My God...

Hobbes looks at Sophie once more, tears ready to pour, before looking out 
the windshield and punching the gas, bearing down on the accident.

			SOPHIE
	Tom, what are you doing??

			HOBBES
	Know always; this was for us.

Hobbes snaps the steering into cruise control mode and buries his knee into 
the wheel to keep the vehicle on course.

			HOBBES
	I'm sorry...

Hobbes takes Sophie's face in his hands quickly and kisses her hard, keeping 
his lips locked to hers as they tear down the street into the intersection.

Suddenly, fire rips through the cab and the screen PIXELLATES.

FLASH TO WHITE.

FADE TO BLACK

FADE IN ON...
INT. SANTIAGO'S PLAYERS BAY, GOVERNMENT HOUSE - HARSH REALM
Byers' eyes are locked on the computer terminal, as the window labeled "T. 
HOBB" suddenly goes green and the bar begins to drop from 100% to zero.  
When it does, the computer beeps and Byers is up in a flash.

He rushes to Hobbes, removing the fiber-optic from his left temple and 
sliding the visor off his face.  Hobbes' head flops over and Byers quickly 
brings it back up.  Byers produces a small syringe filled with a blue 
liquid.  He flicks it once and plunges it into the side of Hobbes' neck, 
injecting the serum.

Having administered the serum, Byers pats Hobbes' face, trying to revive 
him.  Hobbes does not respond.

Byers tries again, but with the same results.  Panic suddenly flashes across 
Byers' face as he considers that his jump port might not have worked.

Suddenly, Hobbes coughs, hard.  Byers' face is taken with relief as he takes 
Hobbes by the shoulders, helping him sit up straight.  Hobbes' eyes slide 
open heavily.  He blinks blearily, but he is alive and conscious, and that 
combination is enough to satisfy Byers.

			BYERS
	...alright...you're okay...we have to move...

Byers helps Hobbes stand and starts out of the room with him.

INT. SUBWAY SERVICE TUNNEL, BELOW GOVERNMENT HOUSE
Pinocchio stands at the junction of the service tunnel and a passage-tunnel 
that leads to the subway.  After a moment, the elevator doors slide open and 
Byers and Hobbes emerge.

Byers hands Pinocchio a pair of ID chips, one of which he passes off to 
Hobbes.  They both put the chips in the right chest pocket of their coats.

			BYERS
	Down this tunnel, you'll come out on the subway
	platform.  Take it all the way to the end of the line.
	You'll be near the city perimeter.

Pinocchio starts down the tunnel, but Hobbes stops, shaking Byers hand.

			HOBBES
	Thank you.

Byers nods, then gestures for Hobbes to follow Pinocchio.

EXT. SANTIAGO CITY, PERIMETER FENCE (NIGHT)
Trudging across the field is the tired pair of Hobbes and Pinocchio, no 
longer wearing the Republican Guard coats.  Up ahead, Pinocchio sees the 
fence approaching.

Through the fence, Hobbes sees the grungy GTO roll up and skid to a stop.  
Following behind it is the pick-up, piloted by Cabot and carrying Dorothy.

CLOSE UP on Florence through the windshield of the GTO as she watches 
Pinocchio and Hobbes.

Inside the fence, Pinocchio comes within feet and stops walking, leaning 
down to pick up a stone.  He looks to Hobbes, then back to the fence.

Pinocchio tosses the stone into the fence.  The sailing rock reaches the 
fence, but instead of bursting into a dozen flaming fragments, it pulls 
space with it until it snaps through the glitch and emerges on the other 
side.

Pinocchio looks back to Hobbes.

			PINOCCHIO
	Freedom.

Pinocchio starts forward again, stepping through the fence and emerging on 
the other side.  He looks back to Hobbes, who hesistates just a split second 
before following suit.  His words are heard as we watch him and Pinocchio 
pile into the GTO, Pinocchio taking the wheel.

			HOBBES (vo)
	In all the worlds, through all the wars, by all the
	wandering souls lost in this perverse imitation of
	reality, only one thing remains the same.  A love
	beyond all definition that will never perish, never
	flicker out and die.  My trials prove me right; for
	if not for you in my heart, I would have been lost
	long ago.
		(beat)
	A man could quickly lose his mind in a place like
	this, where everything is a mirrored reflection of
	something else, and nothing is what it tries to ap-
	pear to be.
		(beat)
	You've been taken from me so many times now,
	my dearest darling, and every time, my conviction
	to return to you grows ever stronger.  You are my
	touchstone, my beacon in a world of shadows, my
	truth behind a patchwork of lies.  I will come back
	to you, dearest Sophie.  I will defeat Santiago.  I
	WILL conquer Harsh Realm.

The GTO pulls away from the fence, followed by the pick-up.

FADE TO BLACK.

                               THE END

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