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Date Posted: 22:05:55 01/27/05 Thu
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's message, "Alternate Screenplay: DIMINISHED SKILLS" on 21:23:38 01/03/05 Mon
INT Control Room, Same night
We see a dark room resembling a television production room with a small row of computer consoles and rows of TVs in the front. There is a set of double doors leading into the control room behind where the operator sits. On the televisions appear to be different views of Donnie's apartment, including the garage. We hear the sound of a zipper as the one lone operator (Alberto) on this swing shift pulls his hands out from under the console.
ALBERTO (to no one in particular):
Now that's some good porn. Hmm... Methinks it's time for Ghost Mom!!
Alberto moves his hands over to a panel labelled 'holographic controls' and toggles some dials and switches. He opens a drawer to produce a paper title "Donnie Info...", moves in front of a microphone on the console, puts on a pair of headphones, and at the right moment begins to read from it as if it were a prepared script.
ALBERTO:
Oh my poor dear Donnie, I know what you've been up to. Now go take a shower and wipe that filth off while I get straightened up out here.
PAUSE
ALBERTO:
Nonsense! And what about poor Kate? What's going to happen when she finds out?
PAUSE
ALBERTO:
You know dear, I suspect she might be doing naughty things behind your back.
PAUSE
ALBERTO:
Honestly, your life is such a mess. You're no good at anything. Now, do as I say and take a shower to rinse off the smell of that filthy filthy whore! I'll tend to the dishes as usual.
Alberto has a cup of coffee sitting on the small protruding desktop in front of the holographic controls. He is too involved in the conversation he's having with himself as he tries to grab for the cup, and it spills. The liquid saturates the controls.
ALBERTO:
Oh SHIT!!!! SHIT SHIT SHIT!!! Old Man Vickers is going to kill me now!
He stands up away from the mike now, removes the headphones, and looks around to retrieve a towel or something to clean up the mess. He turns back and notices it is too late. The liquid is seeping into the crevices of the knobs and switches. The sound of short circuiting devices can be heard and one TV flickers to a black screen. Luckily this is the only one. However, Alberto begins to sniff the air.
ALBERTO:
Oh shit, that smells like burnt-out computer chips. No, no, no... dammit!
He frantically moves about the room, but there is obviously nothing he can do. All of the lights on the holographic instrument panel go dead.
The double doors burst wide open and an irate Old Man Vickers walks in. We can see that his office is just outside the control room.
OMV:
What the hell is going on here Mr. Grasranson!!! I thought you had everything under control. That is why I gave you the late shift is it not?
Alberto is standing stunned, surprised to see Mr. Vickers.
ALBERTO:
Old Man Vick... I mean Mr. Vicker... I mean... I mean... What are you doing here sir?
OMV:
Tonight is a critical moment in the Diminishing Skills Project, so I decided to stick around for tonight's episode. Looks like you're about to fuck up the whole operation! I'm extremely disappointed Mr. Grasranson.
OMV:
We have the boy almost completely under our control - the drinking, the drugs, the fucked-up women in his life all because of us!! I explained to you the significant progress that was made today when you came in, and now you go and do this!! We cannot afford mistakes at this time. The kid is too good for his own good. In fact he's the best I've ever seen. He needs us to keep him down!! If you ruined anything tonight by your clumsy mistakes, we'll all be ruined... do.. you... understand?
Old Man Vickers looks at the damaged console.
OMV:
Oh, you and your stupid Ghost Mom. That was the most expensive addition to DSP and now she's dead for real. I just hope for your sake that none of the holographic transmitters in the house start acting up. Keep an eye on what's left of the cameras and make sure no other damage has been done. I'll take care of you in the morning.
ALBERTO:
Y... y... yessir. I'll keep close watch and be much more careful sir. Good night Mr. Vickers.
Alberto reaches his right arm out to shake Old Man Vickers' hand. Mr. Vickers looks down in disgust.
OMV:
I know where the hand's been Mr. Grasranson.
Alberto looks at his hand for a second and then gives it a sniff. He shrugs. Old Man Vickers turns to leave, and as he closes the double doors behind him...
OMV
Don't forget, we'll deal with you in the morning.
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