This is an excerpt (first 20 pages) of a completed screenplay.

       "Trapped In The Dark" (working title) - screenplay by Derek Paterson.

       FADE IN:

       INT. FARRAH'S APARTMENT - DAY

       Neo modern, a bachelorette yuppie's pad with a great view
       over the city.

       Sounds of a running shower from along a hallway.

       The bathroom door lies ajar.


       INT. BATHROOM - DAY

       In the shower, FARRAH HENDERSON, 20s, nude blonde perfection
       under steaming water.

       A cellphone rings, playing a dinky tune.  Farrah turns her
       head, hearing it.

       She turns off the water, steps out, reaches for a towel and
       the ringing cellphone.  She towels one side of her head dry
       and holds the phone to her dry ear.

       She stands in front of a full-length mirror, wipes the steamed
       glass so she can see her face.  She smiles at herself, and
       towels her body with one hand while talking on the phone--

                             FARRAH (into phone)
                 Look, I'm on my way, I'm stuck in
                 traffic.  We'll talk about it soon
                 as I get there, okay?

       She tosses the phone onto a pile of towels.  She leans toward
       the mirror, turns her head from side to side, sticks out her
       tongue.

       She wipes the mirror further down so she can see her body.
       She turns side-on, slaps her flat stomach.  Turns round and
       bends over, sticking her butt out at the mirror.

                             FARRAH
                 You can look, but you can't touch.


       EXT. FARRAH'S OPEN TOP CAR ON THE HIGHWAY (MOVING) - DAY

       Dressed in a dark business suit, wearing shades and black
       leather gloves, her loose hair streaming behind her, Farrah
       cuts a swathe through traffic, changing lanes like a pro.


       EXT. OFFICE BLOCK - DAY

       A sliver of glass and chrome rising above the city.


       INT. SEVENTH FLOOR ELEVATORS - DAY

       An elevator door slides open, Farrah steps out carrying a
       designer purse and a slim attaché case.


       INT. SECRETARY'S DESK - DAY

       ANN, 20s, pretty but not quite in Farrah's league, looks up
       and smiles hello as Farrah approaches.

                             FARRAH
                 Hey ya.

       After Farrah passes by Ann's smile fades.  She moves papers
       and folders from one pile to another, slapping them down.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Farrah enters, puts her purse and attaché case on her desk,
       takes off her shades and gloves.

       She switches on the laptop on her desk.  Four Post-It notes
       are stuck to the screen.  She picks each off in turn, reads
       it, screws it up and tosses it in the trashcan.

       She sits down, opens her desk drawer and puts her shades,
       gloves and cellphone inside, closing the drawer.

       She reaches into her purse, opens a compact mirror and applies
       a touch of lipstick while Windows boots up.

       GEORGI appears in the doorway, an intense Eastern European
       yuppie, 20s.  He leers at her, drinking her in.

                             FARRAH
                 That's close enough.

                             GEORGI
                 You like my after-shave?

                             FARRAH
                 It's burning the back of my throat.
                 What is it, battery acid?

                             GEORGI
                 It's 25 dollars a bottle, is what it
                 is.  But we'll discuss how it turns
                 you on later.  The boss wants to
                 talk to us, and I mean right now.

       Farrah snaps her compact mirror shut, sticks it in her purse.

                             FARRAH
                 I'm ready.

       She exits, pushing Georgi aside, then closes and locks her
       door.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Georgi sniffs the air as he hurries after Farrah.

                             GEORGI
                 I like your perfume.

                             FARRAH
                 Not just my perfume.

                             GEORGI
                 You're right.  I like everything.

                             FARRAH
                 You can look, but you can't touch.
                 You know what happens if you touch?

                             GEORGI
                 What happens?

                             FARRAH
                 Bad things.


       INT. SAM'S OFFICE - DAY

       SAM WESTON, 40s, a slick business shark, stands with his
       arms folded, staring out the window.

       Farrah enters without knocking, Georgi follows her in and
       closes the door.  Farrah sits down.  Sam doesn't turn round.

                             SAM
                 I've canceled your appointments and
                 cleared both your diaries.  As of
                 this moment you're on special
                 assignment.  You talk only to me.

       Georgi shows surprise.  Farrah's eyes narrow.

                             FARRAH
                 Zateshi-Yodin?

       Sam turns, smiles.

                             SAM
                 Zateshi fucking Yodin.  The merger's
                 going ahead.  But a couple of board
                 members listened to me, thank God.
                 They want us to make sure those Japs
                 don't fuck us in the ass.

                             FARRAH
                 Just me and Georgi?

                             SAM
                 Yep.  You monitor New York and
                 Indonesia.  Georgi watches London-
                 Paris-Berlin.  You see any indication,
                 any indication at all, you pick up
                 the phone and you let me know.

                             FARRAH
                 And you'll do what?

                             SAM
                 We've got a team of ninja lawyers
                 standing by in Tokyo.  They'll hit
                 the exchange commission with a lawsuit
                 that'll peel Zateshi-Yodin wide open,
                 let everyone see what's going on.

                             FARRAH
                 They won't like that.

                             SAM
                 No, I don't imagine they will.  But
                 that's the board's problem.  Ours is
                 making sure we don't get caught with
                 our pants down.

                             FARRAH
                 When?

                             SAM
                 Tonight.

                             FARRAH
                 When tonight?

                             SAM
                 It's a timing thing, the proposal
                 must be put before the commission
                 before trading opens.  They say
                 they're still drafting last-moment
                 changes.  Pearl fucking Harbor all
                 over again.  So... when news of the
                 deal breaks around three a.m.--

                             FARRAH
                 Three a.m.?

                             SAM
                 --around three a.m., I expect to see
                 a spike.  If there's any movement
                 before then, we're under attack.
                 It's no longer a merger, it's a
                 goddamn takeover bid.

                             FARRAH
                 So Zateshi-Yodin eat us up.  So what?

                             SAM
                 You'll have to learn Japanese.

                             FARRAH
                 I'm already taking classes.  You
                 know what I mean.

                             SAM
                 Sure, you'll be okay, so will this
                 department and most of the division.
                 But they'll make changes.  You might
                 not like them.  They may not be as
                 generous with wage rises and bonuses
                 as I am.

                             GEORGI
                 I heard Jap dick tastes like sushi.

                             FARRAH
                 Oh come on, you "heard"?

                             SAM
                 Sounds more like personal experience
                 to me.

                             FARRAH
                 You been hanging around in geisha
                 bars, Georgi?  Turning tricks for
                 lonely businessmen?

                             GEORGI
                 "Turning tricks"?  Does that mean
                 what I think it means?

       Farrah and Sam laugh.

                             FARRAH
                 So, tonight, three a.m.

                             SAM
                 Of course the company will show its
                 appreciation of your support,
                 especially given the antisocial hours.

       Farrah glances at Georgi who nods, no problem.

                             FARRAH
                 When do you want us to start?

                             SAM
                 Half an hour ago.  The sooner you
                 get a fix on trend lines, the better.
                 Georgi, any questions?

                             GEORGI
                 I have friends in London.  Can I
                 pull them in on this?

                             SAM
                 Absolutely not.  Word leaks out we're
                 expecting a double-cross, kiss your
                 bonus goodbye.  And your desk.  Is
                 that understood?

       Farrah gets up.

                             FARRAH
                 If there's a leak it won't come from
                 us.

       Sam gives them business cards.

                             SAM
                 My secure cellphone number and my
                 home number.  You talk only to me.
                 To no one else.

       Farrah nods, opens the door and exits.

                             GEORGI
                 What if we get hungry?  Can we call
                 out for pizza?

                             SAM
                 No one's to know you're here.  The
                 night guy on the security desk will
                 know.  That's all.  Keep it that
                 way.

                             GEORGI
                 No pizza.  How about Chinese?

       Sam stares at him, cold and hard.

       Georgi grins and exits.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Farrah sits down at her desk and types on her laptop.

       Georgi appears in the doorway, leers at her.

                             GEORGI
                 You need any help, you let Georgi
                 know.

       Without looking at him--

                             FARRAH
                 You'll be the first, I promise.


       EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

       Mid-day, bright sunshine.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Farrah has taken off her jacket.  She leans forward with
       elbows on the desk and chin on her hands, bored as hell.

       Georgi appears in the doorway.

                             GEORGI
                 You want a coffee?

                             FARRAH
                 Have you locked your office?

                             GEORGI
                 Everyone's gone to lunch.

                             FARRAH
                 Lock the door.  Your laptop, too.

       Georgi shrugs and leaves.  Soon he's back again.

                             GEORGI
                 Any other orders?

       Farrah taps on her keyboard.  The screen goes black.  She
       grabs her purse and exits, pushing Georgi aside.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       She closes and locks the door, takes the key with her.

                             FARRAH
                 Anything happening on the European
                 markets?

                             GEORGI
                 Some interesting trading going on
                 with the South African rand.

       She heads for the vending machines, Georgi follows her.

                             FARRAH
                 For Christ's sake don't take your
                 eye off the ball.  Zateshi-Yodin is
                 listed under the zees.

                             GEORGI
                 But we're listed under "R," no?  I'm
                 watching us and them.  Don't worry
                 your pretty little head.

       Farrah stops, stares into space for a second, turns to him.

                             FARRAH
                 Did you just say my "pretty little
                 head"?

                             GEORGI
                 Have I offended you?

                             FARRAH
                 Do you have to ask?

                             GEORGI
                 Remember I'm a foreigner.  It's so
                 hard to get a grasp of the language.
                 Those subtle nuances, you know?  So
                 hard to get my lips around.

       He puckers his lips as if trying kiss her long distance.

                             FARRAH
                 I bet that gets you lots of Jap dick
                 at the geisha bar.

                             GEORGI
                 You can be so cruel.


       INT. VENDING MACHINES - DAY

       At the coffee machine, Farrah counts out quarters and reaches
       for the slot, but Georgi takes hold of her hand.

                             GEORGI
                 Let me buy.  I insist.  A gentleman
                 must always treat a lady.  In my
                 country this signals commencement of
                 the mating ritual.

       He inserts money into the machine.

                             FARRAH
                 It's gonna be a long day.


       INT. SAM'S OFFICE - DAY

       Sam's on the phone.  The door lies open.

                             SAM
                 --I'm fine with that in principle.
                 Send me your update and I'll look it
                 over.  No guarantees, all I'm
                 committing to is looking at it.

       Over his talking, the irritating squeak of a wheel that badly
       needs oiled.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE SAM'S OFFICE - DAY

       A janitor's cart moves past Sam's door, its wheel making all
       the noise.  It's loaded with mops, brushes, plastic bottles
       of cleaning fluid.

                             SAM
                 Hold on a second, will you?

       Sam gets up, comes to the door, speaks to the unseen guy
       pushing the cart.

                             SAM
                 I see you again during business hours,
                 I'll call your supervisor and get
                 your ass fired.  Get that damn thing
                 out of here.

       Sam slams the door and goes back to his phone.

       The cart starts moving again, squeaking like fingernails on
       a chalkboard.


       INT. VENDING MACHINES - DAY

       Farrah and Georgi sip their coffees.

                             GEORGI
                 It's a beautiful thing to see a young
                 bride in traditional costume, so
                 pretty, so fertile, the future of
                 her family depending entirely upon
                 the deep well of her womb--

       The squeaking wheel intrudes.  Farrah winces.  Georgi looks
       at her with concern.

                             GEORGI
                 What is wrong?  Are you having a
                 stroke?

       The squeaking wheel gets louder.  They both look round.

       The janitor's cart rolls toward them, its unseen owner in no
       hurry at all.

                             GEORGI
                 Hey!  Get out of here, we're trying
                 to have a conversation, you peasant!

       The cart squeaks past without pause.  The noise fades with
       distance.  Georgi deliberately raises his voice...

                             GEORGI
                 Maybe if he got up out his lazy bed
                 earlier and did his job when he's
                 supposed to, eh?

       Farrah sticks a finger in her ear and wiggles it.

                             FARRAH
                 I don't know who's worse, him or
                 you.  Come on, let's see what's
                 happening in the world.  You can
                 tell me about fertile brides later.

       They head back to their offices.

                             GEORGI
                 Their life together begins by drinking
                 coffee together, strong and rich,
                 made with special beans which are a
                 symbol of--

                             FARRAH
                 Fertility.

                             GEORGI
                 Have I told you this before?

                             FARRAH
                 Lucky guess.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Farrah stares at her laptop screen, sips her coffee.

       Wall Street stock market analysis -- columns of scrolling
       figures translate into bar charts, line graphs.

       That squeaking wheel noise again, coming from outside.

       She gets up and closes the door, sits back down.


       EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

       Late afternoon.  Dull sky.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Sam appears in the doorway carrying a coat over his arm and
       an attaché case.

                             SAM
                 Just thought I'd say goodnight.

                             FARRAH
                 It's the middle of the afternoon.

                             SAM
                 Brooksby wants to play a round of
                 golf.  Who am I to say no?

                             FARRAH
                 That's like a business meeting, right?

                             SAM
                 I wish.  It's fifty bucks a hole and
                 the old bastard plays off scratch.

                             FARRAH
                 Have fun.  Make sure you tip-toe
                 past Georgi's office in case you
                 wake him up.

       Sam grins and exits.

       Farrah drums her fingers on the desk.  She occasionally taps
       a key on her laptop, looks at line graphs and pie charts and
       stock figures.  She sighs with boredom.


       INT. ELEVATOR - DAY

       Sam steps inside, turns to face the doors, presses a button.
       He waits.  The doors don't close.  He presses the button
       again.  Nothing happens.

                             SAM
                 Ah come on...

       The elevator doors slide shut.  Sam watches the numbers
       change.

       7, 6, 5, 4...

       He glances at his wristwatch.  Back to the numbers...

       2, 1, P, M

       Bing, the elevator doors slide open revealing a dark corridor.
       A sign on the facing wall says "Maintenance Level"

       Sam peeks out, looks left and right.

       He presses a button.  Presses it again.  Nothing happens.
       Angry, he presses it a dozen times.  Still nothing.

       He flips open the hatch revealing the emergency phone, pulls
       this out -- the cable's cut!  He puts the phone back and
       slams the hatch shut.  Takes out his cell phone and thumbs a
       number.

                             SAM (into phone)
                 This is Sam Weston.  I'm calling
                 from Maintenance Level.  The elevator
                 seems to be stuck down here.
                      (he listens)
                 I pressed Parking Level.  That's the
                 only button I pressed.

       He presses the button again.

                             SAM (into phone)
                 It's still not working.

       The squeak of a cart wheel...

                             SAM (into phone)
                 Look, I just want someone to make
                 this thing go up to Parking.  Or
                 tell me where the stairs are.  It's
                 pitch dark down here.

       The squeak grows louder.  Still holding his cell to his ear,
       Sam peeks out, looks left and right.

       THE LIGHTS go out.  Sam's left in the dark, with only a faint
       spark of light coming from somewhere along the corridor.

                             SAM (into phone)
                 For Christ's sake, the lights just
                 went out.  What the hell are you
                 doing up there?
                      (he listens)
                 Of course I'm going to wait.  I
                 haven't got a choice.  You have to
                 get someone down here to fix this.

       The squeaking cart wheel is very close.

       Sam feels a little unnerved.  He steps all the way back to
       the elevator wall, and lowers his voice...

                             SAM (into phone)
                 What d'you mean there's no one
                 available?  Who am I talking to, an
                 answering machine?
                      (he listens)
                 I don't care about shift changes!
                 This is an emergency.  Give me your
                 supervisor, right now.


       INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL ELEVATOR - DAY

       Looking into the elevator, at Sam looking out.  He slowly
       lowers his phone.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Georgi appears in the doorway, angry as hell.

                             GEORGI
                 What did you say to Sam?  What did
                 you say?

                             FARRAH
                 Beats me, what did I say?

                             GEORGI
                 You told him I was asleep!

                             FARRAH
                 I was just kidding.

                             GEORGI
                 It's a joke to you maybe!  You got
                 seniority!  You earn thirty thousand
                 a year more than me!  Joke to you
                 but not to Georgi!

       Farrah gets up, walks right up to him.

                             FARRAH
                 You don't know what I earn and I
                 don't know what you earn, so shut
                 your trap.  I was kidding, Sam knew
                 I was kidding, the only one who
                 doesn't know is you.  It's one of
                 those "subtle naunce" things.

                             GEORGI
                 So you say.  That's what you're
                 telling me.

       Georgi turns to leave but Farrah grabs his arm.

                             FARRAH
                 No, wait.  You're right, Georgi, I
                 admit it... I wanted to get you fired
                 and take over your job.

       Georgi's eyes widen in horror--

                             FARRAH
                 Oh, wait!  I've already got a better
                 job!  With better salary, better
                 career prospects, a bigger office.
                 Now tell me, why would I want to get
                 you in trouble with Sam?

                             GEORGI
                 I don't know.

                             FARRAH
                 What did he say?  His exact words.

                             GEORGI
                 He knocked my door!  "Farrah told me
                 you were asleep!"  That's what he
                 said.

                             FARRAH
                 And were you?

                             GEORGI
                 Was I what?

                             FARRAH
                 Asleep?

                             GEORGI
                 No!

                             FARRAH
                 Then what's the problem?

                             GEORGI
                 He's going to play golf.

                             FARRAH
                 He told you that?  My God!

                             GEORGI
                 What?

                             FARRAH
                 "Golf" is a code word, it means you're
                 fired.

                             GEORGI
                 Now you're making a fool of me.

                             FARRAH
                 I'm just trying to make you smile.

                             GEORGI
                 Well, I don't like your sense of
                 humor.

       Georgi exits.  Farrah sits back down, taps her keyboard.

                             FARRAH
                 Then fuck off back to Europe, you
                 asshole.

                             GEORGI (O.S.)
                 I heard that!


       EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - DAY

       Afternoon turns into evening, daylight begins to fade, lights
       are switched on.


       INT. VENDING MACHINES - DAY

       Farrah buys herself a coffee.

       Ann walks by with her coat on, heading home.

                             ANN
                 G'night.

                             FARRAH
                 Hey, have fun.

                             ANN
                 Working late?

                             FARRAH
                 Just tidying up a couple of things.

       Ann keeps walking.

       Farrah sips her machine coffee and makes a face.

                             FARRAH
                 Christ, that is the worst--

       Ann touches Farrah's arm, startling her.  Farrah spills coffee
       on the carpet.

                             ANN
                 Oh God I'm sorry.

                             FARRAH
                 No hard done, 'cept to the carpet
                 tile budget.  What's up?

                             ANN
                 I need to ask you something.

                             FARRAH
                 Ask.  I'm always here for you.

                             ANN
                 Me and Allan... we split up.

                             FARRAH
                 Allan?  Allan in... accounts?  Hey
                 that's rotten news, I'm sorry.

                             ANN
                 Before we had a parting of the ways,
                 we exchanged a few home truths.

                             FARRAH
                 About what?

                             ANN
                 I think you know.

                             FARRAH
                 Maybe you could spell it out for me?

                             ANN
                 Do you enjoy making me feel
                 uncomfortable?

                             FARRAH
                 Don't pin this on me, you're doing
                 it all by yourself.

                             ANN
                 I understand why Allan would want to
                 sleep with you.  I mean, look at
                 you.  You're hot, I'm not.

                             FARRAH
                 Thank you.

                             ANN
                 What I don't understand is why you'd
                 ever want sleep with him.

                             FARRAH
                 Look.  We worked together on a
                 project.  One night we had a drink.
                 That's all there is to it.  These
                 things happen.

                             ANN
                 Feelings just aren't part of the
                 Farrah Henderson equation, are they?

                             FARRAH
                 Oh, I'm sure I felt something while
                 he was fiddling around down there.
                 Not exactly prize-winning, if you
                 catch my drift, but he scored points
                 for enthusiasm--

       Ann nudges the coffee cup, spilling it down Farrah's blouse.
       Farrah gasps in shock, then recovers and glares.

                             FARRAH
                 One bill for a new blouse, coming
                 right up.

                             ANN
                 Paying it will give me pleasure.
                 Just drop it on my desk next time
                 you're passing by, won't you?

       Ann exits, shoulders back, head high.

       Farrah watches her go, and grins.


       INT. SEVENTH FLOOR LADIES ROOM - DAY

       At a sink, Farrah takes her blouse off.  Her bra's skimpy
       and provocative.  She turns from side to side, admiring her
       profile in the mirror.

       She runs water onto paper towels and dabs at the coffee stain.

       She holds the blouse up to inspect it, shakes her head.  No
       better than before.

       The squeaking of a cart wheel makes her look round, just as
       the door bangs shut to cut the sound off.

                             FARRAH
                 Hey!

       She hurries to the door, wrenches it open.

                             FARRAH
                 This is the ladies' room, you jerk!

       A MALE EMPLOYEE walks by, shrugging into his coat.  He stops
       and stares in wonder at Farrah's assets.

                             FARRAH
                 Sorry!

       She slams the door shut and leans back against it, laughing.

       Her laughter dies, her expression becomes thoughtful.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE GEORGI'S OFFICE - DAY

       Georgi sits at his desk flipping through a bundle of printout
       paper, comparing printed numbers with his laptop screen.

       The squeaking wheel noise makes him look up.

       He gets up, comes to the door, looks up and down the corridor.

       The corridor's empty.  But that damn squeak is coming from
       around here somewhere.

       Farrah arrives, arms folded across her wet blouse.

                             GEORGI
                 What happened to you?

                             FARRAH
                 I got caught in the rain.

                             GEORGI
                 You were outside?

       He turns and looks out the window.

                             GEORGI
                 But it's not raining.

       Farrah unlocks her office door, enters, closes the door.

       Georgi shakes his head.  He'll never understand women.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Farrah puts on her jacket and sits down.  She types on her
       laptop keyboard.  Back to checking the figures.


       EXT. OFFICE BUILDING - NIGHT

       A black obelisk against the night sky, defined only by its
       lights, many of which are off.


       INT. MAINTENANCE LEVEL CORRIDOR - DAY

       Water pipes and electical cables adorn the walls and ceiling.

       The janitor's cart rolls along, its wheel squeaking, its
       owner unseen.  The cart is covered with a plastic sheet, and
       under the sheet is a man-size lump.

       As it turns a corner, Sam's leg and arm flop out from under
       the sheet.  The unseen cart owner doesn't speed up or slow
       down, he maintains the same slow pace.  The wheel squeaks
       continually.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - DAY

       Farrah looks out her window at the brightly lit city.

       Georgi knocks on her door.  His other hand's hidden behind
       his back.

       She doesn't look round.  He knocks again.  She turns and
       beckons.

       He opens the door and grins.

                             FARRAH
                 Make it fast.

                             GEORGI
                 I'm a bad boy.

                             FARRAH
                 You want me to spank you, is that
                 it?  What is it with you guys?  The
                 moment you meet a powerful woman...

       Georgi pulls a brown paper bag from behind his back.  He
       puts it on the desk, invites Farrah to look inside.  She
       cranes her neck and looks--

       Food cartons with Chinese labelling, a bag of prawn crackers.

                             FARRAH
                 Where'd you get this?

                             GEORGI
                 Guy on the security desk owes me a
                 favor.  I got him a good deal on a
                 laptop for his daughter.  She needs
                 it for her physics degree.

                             FARRAH
                 Sam will have your guts for this.

                             GEORGI
                 No, no, the guy got them to bring it
                 over in a big box, like it's a
                 business package or something.  Nobody
                 knows we're ordering in.  Just you
                 and me.

                             FARRAH
                 Look Georgi, I'm going to be honest
                 here.  I'm not going to sleep with
                 you just because you bought me a
                 coffee or sneaked in Chinese food.

                             GEORGI
                 We'll discuss lovemaking later.
                 Though I confess my disappointment.
                 Let's eat.

                             FARRAH
                 What if Sam drops in to check on us?

                             GEORGI
                 You're more clever than me.  You can
                 do the explaining.

       A distant phone RINGS.

                             GEORGI
                 That's my phone!  Quick, hide the
                 evidence!

       He exits in a hurry.

       Farrah peeks into the bag, takes out a carton and chopsticks.
       She opens the carton, inhales, smiles.

                             FARRAH
                 Hide the evidence, no problem.

       She eats.


       INT. GEORGI'S OFFICE - DAY

       Georgi enters and picks up the ringing phone.

                             GEORGI (into phone)
                 Hello?  This is Georgi.  Hello?


       INT. MAINTENANCE ROOM - NIGHT

       The throb and hum of operating machinery and pumps.

       The janitor's cart lies abandoned in a corner.

       An old table supports a phone, an antique PC, a fax machine,
       a printer -- all grubby with age.

       There's a also a uniform cap and a plastic I.D. badge stamped
       "SECURITY" and bearing the photograph of a man identified as
       FRANK MORINO, 50s, wearing a security uniform and the cap.

       The telephone receiver cable extends O.S. held by the unseen
       cart owner's hand.


       INT. GEORGI'S OFFICE - DAY

                             GEORGI (into phone)
                 Hey Frank is that you?

       He listens... and as he listens he becomes unsettled.

                             GEORGI (into phone)
                 If it's you, say something.


       INT. MAINTENANCE ROOM - NIGHT

       The unseen cart owner's hand lowers the receiver back into
       its cradle.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       Farrah feasts on noodles and rice.  Georgi appears in the
       doorway looking slightly puzzled.

                             FARRAH
                 Started without you, sorry.  S'good.
                 You got anything to wash it down?

                             GEORGI
                 Coffee or water?

                             FARRAH
                 Evian.

                             GEORGI
                 I'll see what I can find.

                             FARRAH
                 Who was on the phone?

                             GEORGI
                 Don't know.  I think it was an
                 internal call.  They hung up.

                             FARRAH
                 Your security guy?

       Georgi shrugs, and exits.

                             FARRAH
                 Hey!  Don't you want any of this?

       No answer, he's gone.  She shrugs and eats, keeping one eye
       on her laptop screen.

       A distant phone RINGS.

       Farrah looks outside for Georgi.

                             FARRAH
                 Ffffff...

       She moves to the door.

                             FARRAH
                 Hey Georgi!  Your phone!

       She puts the carton down on her desk and exits.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE GEORGI'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       Farrah turns the handle -- the door's locked.

       She looks around puzzled -- the ringing's coming from
       somewhere else.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE SAM'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       It's Sam's phone -- Farrah tries his door, it's locked.  The
       ringing stops.  She heads back to her office.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       Her phone rings just as she gets back, she snatches it up.

                             FARRAH (into phone)
                 Yes...?  Mrs. Weston, hello!  It's
                 Farrah...  Yes, Christine, thank
                 you...  That's right, Farrah
                 Henderson...  This is unexpected...
                 Sam?  No, he left hours ago.

       Farrah sits down, pulls the carton toward her, takes up the
       chopsticks.

                             FARRAH (into phone)
                 He said he was going to play a round
                 of golf with Mr. Brooksby...  That's
                 right, Ken Brooksby.

       She eats a mouthful of food, listening.

                             FARRAH (into phone)
                 Mrs. Weston, Christine, I'm thinking
                 maybe you should try the 19th hole.
                 The clubhouse.  You know how it is,
                 loser buys the first round, winner
                 shows he's a good sport by buying
                 the next round.  Next thing you know
                 you've got a dozen guys...

       Every light on the floor goes out, plunging the office into
       darkness.

       Emergency lighting kicks in, the tiny bulbs just casting
       enough light to see by.  The brightest thing in the area is
       her laptop screen.

                             FARRAH (into phone)
                 Uh-huh...  Uh-huh...  Yes of course
                 I will, Christine...  Very nice
                 talking to you, too.  Goodbye.

       She hangs up and stares at the dead lights.

                             FARRAH
                 What.  The fuck.  Is going on?


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE FARRAH'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       Farrah stands in the doorway, looking around.  Darkness
       everywhere except for the emergency lights, her laptop and
       the glow of Georgi's laptop in his office.

       Her laptop BEEPS.  She hurries back to her desk.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       The laptop display says, "Network Connection Lost."

       Farrah snatches up her phone, dials.  Ringing tone.  She
       pushes the carton of Chinese food away, spilling it.

                             FARRAH
                 Come on, pick up you assholes!

       She slams the receiver down -- snatches it up, dials again.

       Ringing tone, over and over.  She bares her teeth.

       She dials again.


       INT. MAINTENANCE ROOM - NIGHT

       The phone rings and rings.  No one answers.


       INT. FARRAH'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       Farrah listens to the ringing tone.

                             FARRAH
                 Fuck!

       She slams the receiver down.  Picks up her purse and heads
       for the door.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE FARRAH'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       She pulls her door shut and locks it.


       INT. SECRETARY'S DESK - NIGHT

       Farrah picks up the phone receiver, listens, slams it back
       down.


       INT. VENDING MACHINES - NIGHT

       No sign of Georgi.  Farrah walks on.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE SEVENTH FLOOR MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT

       Farrah raps loudly on the door.

                             FARRAH
                 Georgi!  You in there?

       No answer.  She pushes the door open.

                             FARRAH
                 Georgi!  Pull your pants up and get
                 out here.

       No answer.

                             FARRAH
                 We lost the network!  System support
                 won't answer their goddamn phone.

       No answer.

                             FARRAH
                 I'm going downstairs.

       No answer.


       INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE GEORGI'S OFFICE - NIGHT

       She slaps a Post-It note on his door.


       INT. SEVENTH FLOOR ELEVATORS - NIGHT

       Farrah presses the button.  No response.  She presses it
       again... and again.  No response.

                             FARRAH
                 You have got to be kidding me.

       She marches to the stairway.


       INT. SEVENTH FLOOR STAIR EXIT - NIGHT

       She pushes the door open--


       INT. STAIRWAY - NIGHT

       --and exits onto the stairway landing.

       It's spooky as hell out here, deep shadows broken only by
       sparks of emergency lighting.

       Farrah looks down the stairway.

                             FARRAH
                 Georgi?

       Her voice echoes down the stairwell.

       She takes a deep breath and descends, skipping lightly down
       the steps, holding onto the rail with one hand, her purse
       with the other.

       ...Onto the landing below.

       ...Down the next flight stairs.

       ...Onto the landing below.

       The stairs go on and on, floor after floor...


       INT. BOTTOM OF STAIRS - NIGHT

       Two doors, one marked RECEPTION, the second FIRE EXIT.  A
       sign warns that opening the fire exit door will set off an
       alarm.

       Farrah descends the stairway.  She pulls open the door that
       leads to--


       INT. GROUND FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT

       At either end are doors leading to stairways.  Farrah just
       came down one of those.

       In the middle are two elevators, sitting idle with their
       doors open.  To one side of the elevators are doors to Male
       and Female toilets.

       Facing the elevators is the main entrance, a double set of
       external and internal glass doors that form an "airlock"
       containing the reception desk.

       The windows of an enclosed security control room overlooks
       the reception desk and the elevators.

       Inside the control room, working monitors show camera views
       of the outside entrance.

       The corridor and the control room are poorly lit by emergency
       lighting.

       Farrah walks along the corridor, approaching the security
       control room.  Her clicking footsteps echo, the only sound.

       She reaches the control room, peers through the windows.  No
       one seems to be inside.

       She raps on the glass.  No response.  She raps louder.  Still
       no response.

       There's a button with a sign, "PRESS FOR ATTENTION."  She
       presses the button.  A BUZZER goes off inside the control
       room.  She presses it again and again.  No response.

       She walks to the airlock doors.  Tries the handles.  Locked.
       She peers through the glass.  It's pitch dark outside the
       building.

       She looks up and down the corridor.  No people, no sounds,
       nothing.

       She walks to the Ladies Room and goes inside.


       INT. GROUND FLOOR LADIES ROOM - NIGHT

       Sterile ceramic tiles and mirrors.  Main lights are out,
       just a low wattage glow from the emergency light.

       Farrah takes off her jacket, hangs it on a hook.  She inspects
       the coffee stain on her blouse.

                             FARRAH
                 Fucking bitch...

       She reaches into her purse, takes out lipstick and a bottle
       of perfume.  She applies lipstick, smacks her lips, pouts at
       her reflection.  She drops the lipstick into her purse, opens
       the perfume bottle and puts a dab behind each ear.  She smiles
       at herself.

                             FARRAH
                 Looking pretty good, for two o'clock
                 in the fucking morning.

       She turns and tilts her head as if she's heard something.

       She walks into the middle of the room and stands there for a
       moment, listening.

       She walks over to the wall and stares up at the air vent.

       Just a whisper of air coming through the vent.


       INT. GROUND FLOOR CORRIDOR - NIGHT

       Farrah opens the Ladies' Room door, steps out.

       She looks up and down the corridor.  Empty.

       She walks to the Men's Room door.  Stops, and listens.

       (She has left her purse in the Ladies' Room.)


       INT. GROUND FLOOR MEN'S ROOM - NIGHT

       The door opens an inch, Farrah peeks inside.

       She opens it a little more.  There's an inner privacy wall,
       she can't see inside.

       A whimpering noise, like a child crying.

       Farrah's eyes widen.  She pushes the door open until she can
       slip through.

       The door's on a spring, it swings shut behind her.  She turns
       at the last moment and stops it from banging -- closes it
       slowly so there's no noise.

       She creeps to the end of the wall and peeks round.

       Georgi lies face down on the floor, naked, tied up and bloody.
       There's hardly an inch of him that isn't angry red and purple
       welts.  The whimpers are coming from him.

       He turns his head and stares at Farrah with terrified eyes.
       His breath comes in shuddering gasps.

       Farrah opens her mouth to speak -- Georgi shakes his head,
       no!  He lifts his head, wincing with pain, and nods/jerks
       toward the nearest stall.

       The stall door is closed.  There's someone inside.

       Farrah silently demands to know who's in there?

       Georgi shakes his head.

       She takes a step toward him -- Georgi shakes his head again,
       warning her to go back.

       The toilet flushes, startling her.

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