SEVERAL MINUTES LATER

MUNHATA

(sitting alongside Stef on a couch)

The Nu Movement are all freaks and rebels. It's more of a huge gang then an actual rebellion, because I haven't heard of any rules enforced, just pillaging and burning and other fairy junk.

STEF

There's no one alive today that's seen a rebellion.

MUNHATA

(exasperated)

This is not a rebellion! Don't you see? It's a war!

STEF

A...(begins cracking up)

MUNHATA

Do you need help?

STEF

Can I send in the cameras? You can adorn it a bit and-

MUNHATA

You want to see this whole city die? I know you're famous now, but when most are dead, the survivors won't care about you.

STEF

You're cracked, man.

MUNHATA

(holding an intense gaze)

You have to help me. You're executive of TTF, aren't you?

Camera zooms out. The whole city is shown: houses have half-sphere domes over them; people can be seen as dark, moving shapes.

EXT. CITY (KeºLies)

Camera zooms in on the dark shapes. They are wearing masks and their dark clothes are actually anti-contamination suits. They all are holding at least on object, half-covered by their sleeves.

MUNHATA

(distant)

You are the one person who can help.

Camera zooms in on a hand. The sleeve rolls back as the hand is raised - it is a SYRINGE. The hand stabs the dome of a home, piercing through the material, and pumps the gas out of the syringe. The inside of the dome immediately clouds up until the dome looks a solid smoky gray.

The tip of the syringe is released with a SNAP, and the masked person moves on.

CUT TO:

INT. LARGE HOUSE - GUEST ROOM

STEF

Okay.

FADE OUT