Write Off, Write Now, April 30, for Reddit By Sir_Robert_Muldoon

INT. FRUIT PROCESSING FACTORY Lines of fruit are pushed down conveyor belts, stacked up, thrown around, spritzed with water, and packed into neat cardboard boxes. Masked workers in what are essentially white haz-mat suits touch fruit with thick gloved hands, turn them over, then put either set them back down or onto carts where are trollied away into a dark room. INT. FRUIT PROCESSING FACTORY - OFFICE The office is sparse, perhaps by necessity. Its just a sheet metal room hung from the ceiling to overlook the rest of the factory floor. REINA [30s, nervous, professional, wearing a clean suit] taps a pencil in a staccato beat. She looks up to the clock overlooking the door into the office. It ticks down to 3:24 and she leans back in her chair. The staccato beat picks up until she throws the pencil away and holds her head in her hands. Her intercom buzzes and she nearly leaps from her chair. She grips at her heart and taps the button. REINA Go for Reina. Her secretary on the other line has a tremble in her voice. SECRETARY Um, Miss Reina, Mr.Rays and Mrs.Troik are here. She looks away and bites at her knuckle. She opens her desk, sees a GUN, a STACK of loose bills. She takes in a deep, calming breath and closes the desk. She shakes her head. REINA Let them in, Daisy. She composes herself at her desk. The door opens. MR. RAYS is an intimidating man in a dark suit while Mrs. Troik looks like she was carved from a piece of particularly obstinate granite. REINA (cont) Ah, Mr. Rays, Mrs. Troik, we werent expecting you today, I hope (MORE) (CONTINUED)

CONTINUED: REINA (contd) youll forgive the state of things, I usually have Daisy put out a cheese palte or somethingMR. RAYS That wont be necessary. REINA It...it wont? MRS. TROIK No. Our employer has seen fit to grace us with his presence in the fields today. He has requested that all staff be there. REINA Oh...but thats, well, I dont need to be there, do I? I mean, wholl run the factory while Im gone? One little bolt loose and then, BAM, chaos. Apples mixing with the spinah, just...I mean, its not like Daisy can run the factory. MRS. TROIK Oh, you will not need to worry about that, shell be coming with you. And besides, we are halting production while our employer is visiting.

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Reina has no response. She withers under Mrs. Troiks gaze. A beat. REINA (cont) Could I at least get my coat? EXT. ORCHARD The orchard stretches out for miles, all the way up to the picturesque blue mountains that ring the whole of the valley. A troupe of darkly suited individuals walks down a dirt pack, utterly ignored by the people up on ladders picking apples and gingerly placing them into satchels on their backs. REINA and DAISY [early 20s,cutesy in that secretary kind of way] together in the back, speak in hushed, excited tones. (CONTINUED)

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REINA Okay, this is bad. Were meeting our boss. DAISY Like, the Big Boss? REINA Yeah, the Big One. Shit. DAISY But...maybe hes here to congratulate us on a job well done. You know, to boost our morale? Reina throws an arm around Daisys shoulder. REINA And then I guess well all have cookies and milk and hell give me a raise and a transfer to Brazil. Hell no hes not here for that, hes probably here because Rays or Troiks messed up and now hes going to take it out on one of us. DAISY But thats so not fair. A dark suited figure ahead of them turns around and shushes them loudly. REINA Shit. Here, wear this. She shoves a cap over Daisys head. Its pretty evil looking, you can tell by the skull emblazoned on it with an astragal underneath. DAISY WhaREINA Just go with it. Please. Up ahead, slowly walking up to a podium, Mr. Rays and Mrs. Troik flank either side and begin to address the crowd. MRS. TROIK If you would all quiet. Your venerable employer, majority shareholder of HappySeeds Produce Inc., will address you now. (CONTINUED)

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Mr. Ray and Mrs. Troik bow and a figure bounds up. He is the happiest looking man seen so far, PRESIDENT ACKRON [30s, smiling, impervious]. He wears a loose suit, one side of his blazer covered in smiling fruit and veg pins. Apples, strawberries, peaches and potatoes, all in glorious, happy harmony. PRESIDENT ACKRON Hello to all of you here at plant division 319-AAB New Mexico. The Fighting 319s! The crowd is a little stunned. PRESIDENT ACKRON I said the fightin 319s! The crowd picks up what he means in a moment of clarity and cheers along. President Ackron produces a peach from thin air and holds it up, the astragal forming the logo of the factory. PRESIDENT ACKRON Now Im sure some of you thought I was here to boost morale, that, um, last years reports on chemical implementation were... (beat, with a slightly sinister edge) Subpar, to say the least. The crowd murmurs. PRESIDENT ACKRON (cont) But its okay! Because I, being you president, all-knowing, haha, we are watching you, after all, have discovered the root source of the problem. He licks his lips. PRESIDENT ACKRON Would Division Manager for section 19 please come up on stage? The group looks around. No one tries to step forward PRESIDENT ACKRON Alright, Ill make this easier. Will the Division Manager for section 19. Step. Forward. NOW.

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DAISY Hey, Reina, thats you! REINA Daisy, shut up! DAISY Nah, you should totally go up there. REINA But whats the big deal? President Ackron appears behind Reina, ghost-like. He puts a hand on her shoulder. PRESIDENT ACKRON Division Manager for Section 19, Reina Sapporo? Reina gulps hard. REINA Yes? PRESIDENT ACKRON Your work has been less than impressive. Im afraid Im going to have to terminate you. The Great Poisoning has no place for people like you. He pricksher cheek with an oddly sharp nail. Reina turns a number of shades, then a trickle of blood drips from her nose. She collapses in a frothing pile. President Ackron adjusts his suit and looks at an aghast Daisy. PRESIDENT ACKRON And you are? DAISY D...Daisy. I was Ms. Reinas secretary. PRESIDENT ACKRON Secretary? I think you mean the new Division Manager for Section 19, right? DAISY R,right. Division Manager.

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PRESIDENT ACKRON And you understand the importance of our work, of the Great Poisoning? You understand just how necessary we are and why we cannot tolerate failure of Ms. Sapporos magnitude. DAISY Yes, uh, totally. Ill never do whatever it is exactly she did. PRESIDENT ACKRON Great! He claps her on the shoulder and faces the crowd. PRESIDENT ACKRON (cont) Now, who wants to eat some fruit?!