Me & Mrs. Jones Pilot

ME & MRS.
JONES
Pilot
by
David Polk
Contact:
David Polk
176 Dusty Rose Court
Simi Valley, CA 93065
805.428.5775
[email protected]
2.
TEASER
FADE IN:
EXT. MICHELSEN ESTATE – NIGHT
An ultra modern steel and glass mansion like something

you’d see on the cover of Architectural Digest.
INT. VAN - NIGHT
We’re looking at a laptop COMPUTER SCREEN. On it, four

quadrants of surveillance video: an art gallery, an ante
room, bored SECURITY GUARD #1 seated behind monitors, and a
corridor where SECURITY GUARD #2 is making his rounds. In
the lower corner of the screen a DIGITAL CLOCK counts down.
CRAIG RICHARDS, twentysomething techno-geek, types on the

keyboard as he speaks into a high-tech com-link.
CRAIG
Five seconds to black.
On the screen, security guard #2 opens a door, leaves one

quadrant of video and walks into the ante room.
CRAIG
(in synch with clock)
Four, three, two, one...
He hits “ENTER” and all four quadrants go black.
On a SECOND COMPUTER SCREEN, next to the first, we’re

looking down at the art gallery from the ceiling. The
image is in the green-black of NIGHT VISION.
INT. GALLERY - NIGHT
Covered head-to-toe in black, wearing sleek NIGHT VISION

GOGGLES and holding a JOYSTICK, a CAT BURGLAR is suspended
from the ceiling.
CRAIG (V.O., FILTERED)

The motion sensors will reactivate once
the power cycle is regenerated. You
have thirty seconds. Starting now.
3.
The Burglar presses a button on the joystick, descends

silently from the ceiling, presses the button again to
disconnect from a cable, and goes to a glass case. Inside
the case: a DIAMOND TIARA.
The Burglar works fast – sprays the case with an AEROSOL,

whips out a GLASS CUTTER...
INT. ANTE ROOM - NIGHT
Security guard #2 punches buttons on a CONTROL PANEL.
SECURITY GUARD #2
(into lapel mic)
Looks like another surge. I thought
the electrician fixed those last week.
SECURITY GUARD #1 (V.O., FILTERED)

So did I. Rebooting the system now.
Back online in ten seconds.
INT. GALLERY - NIGHT
The Burglar bags the real tiara, replaces it with a FAKE

then deftly replaces the glass cutout.

Seven, six...
INT. VAN - NIGHT
Craig types on his laptop. On the second laptop screen, we

see WHAT THE BURLAR SEES through the night vision goggles.
BURGLAR’S POV – ART GALLERY
as the Burglar quickly crosses the gallery, grabs the

suspension cable with a gloved hand –
RETURN TO SCENE
CRAIG
Five, four...
4.
INT. GALLERY – NIGHT
The Burglar clicks on the cable, presses the joystick

button and ascends silently to the ceiling as –

Three, two, one.
BURGLAR’S POV – SUSPENDED FROM CEILING
an array of LASER TRIP WIRES crisscrossing the room.
INT. CORRIDOR – NIGHT
Security Guard #2 closes the door of the ante room and

starts down the corridor.
SECURITY GUARD #2
(into lapel mic)
System rearmed. Moving to gallery.
INT. VAN – NIGHT
On the first computer screen, we see Security Guard #1

check his video monitors. Craig hears his transmissions.
SECURITY GUARD #1 (V.O., FILTERED)

Ten-four. I have you in sight.
CRAIG (O.S.)
Rent-a-Cop in five, four, three...
INT. GALLERY – NIGHT
Security Guard #2 swipes his badge on a wall pad...

Two, one.
...deactivating the laser sensors. He enters the gallery

and looks around, does a double take at the diamond tiara.
Stares at the glass case for a long beat as the Burglar
floats 10 feet directly above. No evidence of tampering.
The guard shrugs and walks out of the gallery. He swipes
his badge, reactivating the laser sensors. The Burglar
swings to an air duct, opens it and climbs inside.
5.
INT. VAN – NIGHT
Craig types on his keyboard. Three of the four

surveillance images switch from indoor to outdoor: the lawn
of an estate, a guard kiosk at an entry gate, and the
ESCAPE WINDOW surrounded by shrubs. On the second
computer, the Burglar’s night vision goggle POV shimmying
through the air duct.
CRAIG (O.S.)
Okay, when you hit the south ante room
we’ll have our second surge. That’s
five seconds. Any longer and the
failsafe kicks in and all hell breaks
lose. Here we go...Black in four,
three, two, one.
He punches the “Enter” key and...
INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS
The hallway goes dark again. Security Guard #2 CURSES

under his breath.
INT. AIR DUCT – CONTINUOUS
The Burglar pops the vent off and scans the dark, empty
ante room... sees the ESCAPE WINDOW...
INT. ANTE ROOM – CONTINUOUS
...climbs out of the air duct, jumps down and lands on the
floor like a cat. SUDDENLY a searing WHITE LIGHT shocks
the night vision goggles!
INT. VAN – CONTINUOUS
At the same time the computer screen with the Burglar’s

night goggles POV goes BRIGHT WHITE.
CRAIG
Holy Sh ! –
SMASH CUT TO:

6.
INT. ANTE ROOM – CONTINUOUS
The bright light in night vision goggles is searing.
BURGLAR
AHHHHHH!!!
A SWAT TEAM surrounds the Burglar, each of their assault

rifles fitted with a HALOGEN LAMP. A SWAT member rips the
mask and goggles off the Burglar’s head. A shock of blonde
hair falls down. The Burglar is a YOUNG WOMAN.
SWAT LEADER
Assume the position! Now!
The Burglar is roughly forced to the floor.
On the first computer screen, all four quadrants show

POLICE and SWAT officers moving in. The second computer
screen shows only white fuzz, but the audio feed from the
night vision goggles is still live.
SWAT LEADER (V.O., FILTERED)

Cuff her! This is blue leader, target
one secured.
BURGLAR (V.O., FILTERED)

Go!
SWAT LEADER (V.O., FILTERED)

Shut her up! Locate target two!
CRAIG
No! No! No!
BURGLAR (V.O., FILTERED)

GO! NOW!
Craig, in full panic, stumbles into the driver’s seat,

fumbles with the ignition, starts the engine...
SMASH TO MAIN TITLES.
END TEASER
7.
ACT ONE
FADE IN:
EXT. SECOND BANK OF TOPEKA – DAY
Establishing a rundown branch bank in a poor part of town.
SUPERIMPOSE: 18 months later.
CRAIG (V.O.)
Mitzi always told me you never know
where life’s going to take you.
“Craigy,” she would say, “you could
explore Deepest Darkest Africa or find
a cure for cancer in the Brazilian
Rainforest, or be the first man to set
foot on Mars even.” I admit I may have
dozed once or twice during those
conversations with Mom – she’s a real
talker - but I’m pretty sure Topeka,
Kansas never came up as one of the
places she had in mind for me. But
then I’m sure she never imagined her
only child would have to beat it to
Topeka to avoid the Feds. Don’t get me
wrong, Topeka’s not a bad place – the
steaks are great and the tornados are
nothing like the one that nabbed
Dorothy and Toto. But I’m guessing
there won’t be any cures for cancer
discovered here any time soon – though
this could definitely be a great place
to study the effects of high
cholesterol. I was also hoping it’d be
the last place the Feds would come
looking for me...
INT. SECOND BANK OF TOPEKA – DAY
Craig, a bank teller, counts out $500 in cash for an OLD

BLACK WOMAN. She carefully puts the cash in her purse.
CRAIG
Is there anything else I can help you
with today, Mrs. Collins?
OLD BLACK WOMAN

No thank you, honey.
8.
CRAIG
You have a nice day now.
She returns his polite smile and walks away from the
window. Next a stunning woman of Middle Eastern descent,
about thirty years old, steps up to his window. This is
MITRA. Craig is momentarily stumped by her beauty.
CRAIG
H-Hello. How may I help you?
Her warm, friendly smile puts him at ease.
MITRA
I would like to open an account with
your bank.
CRAIG
Oh...yes, well, you want to talk with
one of the assistant managers. I see
one of them is free right over there.
He gestures to a young woman seated across the bank.
MITRA
I see. Thank you very much –
(glances at his nameplate,
“Richard Jones”)
Mr. Jones.
Craig watches her walk across the bank. A THROAT CLEARS and
he tears his eyes off Mitra and looks at his next CUSTOMER.
CRAIG
Hello. How may I help you?
INT. CRAIG’S APARTMENT – NIGHT
An efficiency apartment so small you have to go outside to

change your mind. Local news is on the television. A
microwave DINGS and Craig takes his dinner out.
He’s just about to open the fridge when there’s a KNOCK on

the door. Caution immediately registers on his face. He
considers ignoring it but realizes the television is too
loud. Another KNOCK.
He goes to the door, looks through the peep hole. He’s

surprised and puzzled. He opens the door to Mitra.
9.
MITRA
Hello, Richard. I’m sorry to interrupt
at the dinner hour.
CRAIG
Hello... Wow, this is a surprise. No
need to apologize, Miss...
MITRA
Mitra.
CRAIG
Miss Mitra.
MITRA
Just Mitra.
CRAIG
Okay, Mitra. I’m Richard. Richard
Jones.
(off her smile)
Oh, right, you know that already. So,
Mitra, what are you doing here? Are
you new to the building or something?
MITRA
Yes.
(looks inside)
May I come in?
CRAIG
Oh, I’m sorry. Sure.
She steps into the apartment, looks around.
MITRA
Nice place you have here, Richard.
CRAIG
I apologize for the mess. Can I offer
you something? A diet Coke?
MITRA
A diet chai iced tea would be lovely.
CRAIG
Right... um, well, I should have
mentioned that by “something” I meant
all I have is diet Coke. Sorry.
10.
MITRA
That would be lovely, Richard.
As he goes to the refrigerator,
CRAIG
When I saw you at the bank today I
figured you were new in town. When did
you move into the building?
He opens the fridge, reaches inside and – freezes.
INSIDE FRIDGE
empty except for a BOTTLE OF DIET CHAI TEA. Craig turns.
CRAIG
Who are you?!
MITRA
I told you, Richard, I’m Mitra.
He bolts past her out of the apartment.
INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT
Craig starts down the stairs but stops halfway when an

AGENT in a dark suit appears at the bottom. He reverses
direction, heads up to the next floor. A SECOND AGENT is
at the top. Mitra steps out of his apartment.
MITRA
I think we should talk. Don’t you...
Craig?
INT. PRISON GYM – DAY
The Burglar, attractive, athletic, mid-twenties, is

pounding the shit out of a heavy punching bag. Her name is
RACHEL RICHARDS.
PRISON GUARD (O.S.)

Richards, you have a visitor.
Rachel stops and shoots the female PRISON GUARD an

incredulous look.
11.
RACHEL
What?
INT. VISITOR’S ROOM – LATER
Rachel walks in wearing orange prison togs. She sees her

visitor and we glimpse joy in her eyes. But in a blink it
vanishes, replaced by a mask of cold indifference. She
sits at a thick glass partition, puts a PHONE to her ear.
RACHEL
(terse)
Are you out of your mind?! They’ll
take you in!
REVERSE to see Craig on the other side of the glass.
CRAIG
No, Rache, they won’t.
INT. RACHEL’S CELL – SUNSET
Rachel is on her cot. A KLAXON sounds, the cell door opens

automatically. INMATES file past. A PARCEL is tossed into
the cell. Rachel reacts, “Here we go.”
INT. OUTSIDE RACHEL’S CELL – THIRTY SECONDS LATER
Rachel, dressed as a prison guard, steps out and falls in

line behind the last of the inmates.
INT. PRISON – LATER
Rachel splits off from the line of prisoners and we TRACK

with her as she makes her way through the prison, passing
inmates and guards who don’t seem to recognize her. At a
checkpoint, she swipes a BADGE, covers her relief when the
electronic LIGHT TURNS GREEN and the gate slides open.
INT. PRISON EXIT - CONTINUOUS
Rachel is 20 yards from the exit when she sees the female
guard from the gym, walking straight toward her. Rachel
pulls the brim of her cap down and keeps walking. The
12.
female guard right looks at her. She has to recognize her.

But they pass shoulder-to-shoulder without a word.
EXT. OUTSIDE PRISON – SUNSET
Rachel goes through the main gate, casually walks next to

the exterior wall of the prison – just another employee
getting off work. She looks up, sees a red PONTIAC GTS at
the far corner of the prison. Her pace quickens the closer
she gets to the car.
Craig gets out of the Pontiac, walks around and opens the
passenger door. Rachel’s fast walk turns to a jog; the
guard cap flies off and her hair spills down. She runs to
Craig, throws her arms around his neck. They kiss.
INT. INTERROGATION ROOM
The room is Spartan, sterile looking. Craig and Rachel sit

in metal chairs at a metal table. Mitra is across from
them, sipping chai iced tea from a glass.
MITRA
I have to hand it to you Craig. That
little scam you engineered at the bank.
Skimming infinitesimal amounts from
corporate accounts into a numbered
offshore account, then redistributing
the funds as capital gains in a
legitimate brokerage account. It will
be years before anyone at the Second
Bank of Topeka catches on. Of course,
you would never have gotten rich. But
that wasn’t your intent, was it? No, I
don’t imagine it was – where’s the joy
in pulling off the perfect heist if
there’s nobody to share it with?
Mitra looks at Rachel, who is focusing on the large mirror

behind Mitra.
MITRA
(re: mirror)
Standard protocol. I assure you,
there’s nothing to fear in there,
Rachel.
13.
INT. VIDEO SURVEILLANCE ROOM, OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR
AGENTS monitor the conversation with an array of HIGH-TECH

EQUIPMENT. One gadget, a BIO-IMAGER, indicates stress:
blue (relaxed), orange (nervous) red (high stress). The
bio-imager shows Rachel, like Mitra, is relaxed.
Rachel shifts her attention from the mirror to Mitra.
RACHEL
Who says I’m afraid? What do you say
we cut the chitchat and you tell us
what you want? This isn’t about Craig
skimming from the bank and you people
aren’t with the FBI, Treasury or ATF.
MITRA
That’s very astute of you, Rachel. As
ingenious as Craig’s little caper was,
it certainly wasn’t the impetus for our
springing a convicted felon from a
federal prison.
Rachel cocks her head as if to say, “So?” Mitra opens a

file folder. She speaks without looking down at it.
MITRA
Craig and Rachel Richards, cat burglars
specializing in high-end jobs –
jewelry, high art, the occasional
museum quality artifact. You’ve pulled
off heists from Monte Carlo to Beverly
Hills, fenced millions of dollars of
merchandise in your two years together.
Unfortunately, in your last job you
tried to lift a priceless heirloom from
the Michelsen Collection. Though the
job was on the Michelson estate, the
piece was on loan from the U.S. Museum
of Art. So technically, you were
caught stealing government property.
INT. VIDEO SURVEILLANCE ROOM, OTHER SIDE OF THE MIRROR
Craig’s bio-image goes from orange, turns red.

14.
CRAIG
Wait a minute. You set us up?!
MITRA
Also very astute, Craig. I’m beginning
to feel better about our selection.
RACHEL
Your selection?
MITRA
You and your husband possess a set of
talents that we find most desirable.
We believe those talents will
complement our operations.
RACHEL
“We?” “Our?” Who are you people?
MITRA
“We” are the U.S. government, Rachel.
And Uncle Sam wants you.
CRAIG
Wait a minute. If you’re the Feds, why
go through the trouble of breaking
Rache out of one of your own prisons?
Why not just grant her a pardon?
RACHEL
Because spies can’t give pardons.
MITRA
Precisely.
CRAIG
Look, Rache is no Mata Hari and I’m
sure as hell not James Bond. We’re not
spies, we’re thieves.
RACHEL
Burglars, Sweetie.
CRAIG
Burglars.
15.
MITRA
We don’t want you to spy, Craig... We
want you to steal.
(off their puzzled looks)
We belong to DS6, a top-secret
counterterrorism unit within the NSA.
We were formed after Nine Eleven to
gather intelligence to eliminate
terrorist threats in the U.S. We’re
authorized to gather that intelligence
by any means necessary. Foreign
governments and individuals, both
outside and inside our country, possess
assets and information that, if in the
wrong hands, could be detrimental to
our national interests and security.
CRAIG
Hold up. You mean our government wants
us to steal from other governments and
our own citizens? But isn’t that
against the Constitution?
Mitra takes a sip of iced tea.
INT. DS6 OPERATIONS CENTER – DAYS LATER
Agents and staff busy themselves at workstations in this

spacious, high-tech situation room. It could be anywhere,
but we have a sense that the center is far underground. We
are drawn to a glassed-in room a level above.
INT. CONFERENCE ROOM
The operations center can be seen through a glass wall. On

another wall – a video screen – the image of a DASHING,
DARK-HAIRED MAN.
MITRA (O.S.)
His name is Evan Slade, forty-four
years old, founder and CEO of Slade
MicroTech, the world’s largest maker of
nano-technology components. According
to Forbes magazine – and the Internal
Revenue Service – he’s worth about two
billion dollars.
16.
Mitra, Craig and Rachel watch as a VIDEO MONTAGE of Slade

flashes on the screen: at a trade show unveiling his
company’s newest product; posing with two Asian scientists;
in the White House Rose Garden shaking hands with the
President; at a charity event with a gorgeous redhead on
his arm.
MITRA
In four weeks, Slade is set to travel
to Tel Aviv for meetings with Israeli
defense manufacturers to discuss terms
for supplying them with his next-
generation nano-technology subsystems.
The components are so small that they
can only be viewed through a
microscope, but one subsystem contains
enough computing power to run a space
station for a year.
RACHEL
And you want us to steal the plans for
these nano-technology subsystems?
MITRA
Something like that. Yes.
CRAIG
If the U.S. doesn’t want Slade to sell
to the Israelis, why not just ban the
sale of the technology to non-U.S.
companies? The government does that
all the time with defense technologies.
Or just buy the technology ourselves?
MITRA
Israel is our staunchest ally in the
Middle East. To ban the sale of such
technology to them would create waves
politically. Nobody wants that.
RACHEL
Of course not. It’s an election year.
MITRA
It’s refreshing to see that sixteen
months in a maximum security prison
hasn’t dulled your interest in current
events, Rachel.
17.
RACHEL
Pity that some things never change.
MITRA
(to Craig, ignoring Rachel)
As for locking up the technology for
ourselves, Slade’s prices are, quite
frankly, too rich for our blood.
RACHEL
So the old “Uncle Sam wants you” pitch
wasn’t enough?
MITRA
If only there were more patriots like
you and your husband.
RACHEL
Patriots? Try indentured servants.
CRAIG
(trying to keep the peace)
Rache...
Rachel and Mitra lock eyes for an uncomfortable beat. It’s

clear this is the beginning of a rocky relationship.
MITRA
You’re looking at this all wrong,
Rachel.
RACHEL
How should we look at it, Mitra?
MITRA
Try this: instead of spending the next
fifteen years rotting away in prison –
where I’m sure a woman of your obvious
attributes would make plenty of friends
– you can spend five years in service
to your country. Not only will you
earn your freedom, you’ll get your old
lives back, high-end heists and all.
RACHEL
Freedom. Service. Country. You make
it sound as if we’ve “volunteered” for
the Peace Corps.
18.
MITRA
We all do our part, Rachel.
Mitra slides a DVD across the table to Craig.
MITRA
Everything you need to know about Slade
and his operations: personal habits,
schedules, finances – including what he
hides from the IRS – blueprints and
security system plans for all of his
plants, offices and homes.
CRAIG
Big Brother’s always watching, huh?
MITRA
Yes, Craig, he is.
On cue, TWO AGENTS, each with a silver INJECTION GUN, come

in. Before Rachel and Craig know what’s happening, they’ve
been injected in the arm with something that hurts like
hell. They react. “Ow!” “What the –?!”
CRAIG
What the hell is this?!
MITRA
Insurance.
RACHEL
Insurance?
MITRA
Bio GPS.
RACHEL
You put tracking devices inside of us?!
MITRA
On the off chance you decide to become
less patriotic. Yes.
RACHEL
Slade leaves for Israel in a month. We
normally spend two or three months
planning a job as complex as this. We
can’t just case a location for a week,
waltz in and walk out with the goods.
We don’t even know where the files are.
19.
MITRA
We’ve taken that into consideration and
established a cover for you that
guarantees fast access into Slade’s
inner circle. You’ll get close enough
to him to acquire the files before he
leaves the country.
CRAIG
So you’ve given us covers? Who are we,
a jet setting couple from the Hamptons?
MITRA
Not quite...
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT ONE

20.
ACT TWO
FADE IN:
EXT. BALCONY OF SLADE’S OFFICE – DAY
EVAN SLADE stands on the balcony enjoying the magnificent

view of Seattle. He’s even more handsome in person in a
$10,000 handmade suit and silk shirt. His personal
assistant, MAI-LING, twenty-seven years old and sexy, steps
out from the office.
MAI-LING
Evan, the Joneses are here.
SLADE
Excellent. Please ask them to join me.
She heads back inside. When she comes out again she’s with
Craig and Rachel, who is now a redhead. In contrast to
Slade, they’re dressed from the rack at Target. Slade
turns to greet them.
SLADE
Miss Jones, Mr. Jones. Welcome.
Rachel speaks with a flawless Australian accent.
RACHEL
G’day, Mr. Slade. Veronica Jones.
This is my brother, Rhys.
SLADE
Rhys.
He gives Craig a firm handshake. Craig nods and smiles.
RACHEL
Rhys doesn’t talk, Mr. Slade. Been
that way since he was a small tyke.
Reads lips perfectly though.
SLADE
(slowly)
Pleased to meet you, Rhys.
RACHEL
Thank you so much for agreeing to meet
with us on short notice, Mr. Slade.
21.
SLADE
Miss Jones, I would clear my schedule
for Aquamarine International any time.
RACHEL
As Aquamarine’s new sponsorship
chairwoman, I wanted to thank you
personally for your generous support
whilst I’m here in the States. Your
two million dollars will allow us to
complete renovation of our third
vessel, the Arctic Warrior.
SLADE
Doing what I can to help safeguard our
environment is one of my most fervent
passions. Which is why I’m holding a
fund-raiser for Aquamarine that will
double my personal donation.
Craig’s eyes widen in mock astonishment. Rachel lays on

the girlish admiration.
RACHEL
Mr. Slade, I can’t tell you how
refreshing it is to meet a man of your
stature who is so genuinely interested
in our cause.
Slade’s rakish smile reveals that his interest in Rachel

goes beyond his commitment to the environment.
SLADE
Of course you’ll be my personal guest
at the fund-raiser.
(to Craig, an afterthought)
Both of you.
An ATTENDANT wheels out a tray, uncovers a sumptuous lunch.
SLADE
Now please, I hope you’ll stay and join
me for lunch.
EXT. SLADE MICROTECH HEADQUARTERS – DAY
Craig and Rachel walk out onto the sidewalk. Rachel

immediately puts a cell phone to her ear.
22.
RACHEL
We’re in for the fund-raiser on
Thursday. He’s also invited us on a
tour of a MicroTech plant.
INT. DS6 OPERATIONS CENTER, MITRA’S CUBICLE
Mitra is seated at a desk with a glass of chai iced tea.
MITRA
Very good. When? Which plant?
INTERCUT: RACHEL/MITRA
RACHEL
Thursday morning. Bothell.
MITRA
MicroTech’s newest plant. It’s the
most likely one for the manufacture of
the next-gen nano-tech subsystems.
Mitra takes a sip of tea, crosses her sexy, long legs. On

her computer screen we see a Google Maps view of downtown
Seattle. Two BLINKING RED DOTS represent Craig and Rachel.
RACHEL
Once inside, Craig and I can confirm
with our own eyes that your plans for
the plant are up-to-date. Not that we
don’t trust our government completely.
MITRA
I understand, Rachel. As they say, the
Devil is in the details.
RACHEL
And in the government.
INT. SLADE’S OFFICE – LATER
Slade is at a massive mahogany desk looking at a sleek

computer monitor. Mai-Ling stands over his shoulder.
MAI-LING
We’ve confirmed our initial findings.
The Joneses check out.
23.
Slade taps a button on his keyboard and IMAGES of the

redheaded Rachel and Craig snap onto the computer monitor.
MAI-LING
Veronica Jones, twenty-seven – goes by
Ronnie – and her brother Rhys Jones,
twenty-five, both born in Adelaide,
Australia. Rhys lost his hearing and
speech at age six after a bout with
meningitis. Both graduated University
of Sydney and attended graduate schools
in England and the U.S., Rhys at
Oxford, Ronnie at Princeton. Their
parents, Steven and Roberta, were both
drowned in ninety-six when their
trawler sank in high seas off the coast
of Japan during a protest of commercial
whaling operations. Like their
parents, Ronnie and Rhys have devoted
their lives to environmental causes.
Though considered radical in college,
they have taken a more moderate stance
in recent years, becoming more active
in mainstream environmentalist
organizations, such as Aquamarine
International.
SLADE
(impatient)
Yes, yes, Mai-Ling. Now tell me
something I don’t know.
MAI-LING
Yes, of course. Miss Jones has never
been married and we found nothing to
indicate that she’s had a serious
relationship in recent years.
SLADE
Is she a lesbian?
MAI-LING
Nothing registered on my gay-dar. I’d
say she’s straight... And dreadfully
boring.
SLADE
Then I’d say Miss Jones is long overdue
for a little excitement.
24.
INT. PONTIAC GTS – DAY
Craig and Rachel are in the car. Before he starts the

engine,
CRAIG
Did you see the way he looked at you?
Guys like that really piss me off.
RACHEL
Forget it, Sweetie. It’s just a job.
CRAIG
What’s with this brother-sister crap
anyway? They couldn’t come up with a
cover where we’re married, Mr. and
Misses Jones?
RACHEL
Next time, okay, Sweetie. Now let’s
go. We’ve got a lot to do –
CRAIG
I know exactly what it is, Rache. They
don’t think anyone would believe you
would marry a guy like me. That’s it.
RACHEL
Well that just goes to show how wrong
they are...
INT. SEDAN – SAME TIME
TWO MOSSAD AGENTS listen to Rachel and Craig on the RADIO.

Between them is an open FILE FOLDER on which we can make
out the blue Mossad emblem. Clipped to the folder are
passport-sized PHOTOS of Craig and a blonde Rachel.
RACHEL (V.O., FILTERED)

...doesn’t it?

Right... But next mission I’m going to
insist that we be a married couple.

Please don’t call them missions,
Sweetie. We’re not spies.
25.

Right. Sorry.
We hear the start of the Pontiac’s engine through the

radio. The Mossad agents watch the Pontiac, parked several
spaces ahead of them, pull into traffic.
MOSSAD AGENT
(in Hebrew)
Subjects are on the move.
The agents pull their car into traffic and follow.
EXT. BOTHELL PLANT – DAY
The plant is just another building in a corporate office

park – modern, shiny with tinted glass. But unlike the
other buildings, this one is behind an eight-foot fence.
A black LINCOLN SEDAN pulls to a stop next to the guard

kiosk. The window of the Lincoln rolls down. A GUARD
leans out of the kiosk and takes a look at the badge
offered by the DRIVER.
INT. LINCOLN SEDAN – DAY
The driver rolls up the window, pulls the car through the
gate. Craig and Rachel are in the back seat, in character
as Aussies Rhys and Ronnie.
DRIVER
Here we are. You’ll go through those
doors to the reception desk. They’re
all ready for you inside. I’ll be right
outside when you’re done.
RACHEL
Thank you.
INT. BOTHELL PLANT, RECEPTION - DAY
Rachel and Craig are greeted by Mai-Ling and DR. ROGER

GOODALL, brilliant, late thirties.
26.
MAI-LING
Good morning, Miss Jones, Mr. Jones.
Welcome to the Bothell R-and-D and
manufacturing facility. This is Dr.
Roger Goodall. Dr. Goodall. He’ll be
our tour guide today.
Goodall speaks so that “Rhys” can read his lips easily.
DR. GOODALL
Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Jones. It’s
an honor to have you with us today –
RACHEL
Oh, it’s Miss Jones, Dr. Goodall. Rhys
is my brother.
DR. GOODALL
Oh... So sorry about that.
Craig reacts. Rachel shoots him a look.
MAI-LING
Shall we get started?
She hands each of them SAFETY GOGGLES and a high-tech

VISITOR’S BADGE.
INT. BOTHELL PLANT – DAY
We go along with Rachel, Craig, Mai-Ling and Dr. Goodall on

the tour of the high-tech “clean” facility. On the walls
are blowups of computer chips and photographs of the
production process. Rachel and Craig case the joint with
trained eyes, recording every detail as SNAPSHOTS in their
heads – air vents, fire and motion detectors, alarm boxes,
computer workstations, the number of windows in each lab
and workspace, etc.
Along the way SCIENTISTS and TECHNICIANS offer tutorials –

each speaking slowly and clearly to ensure that “Rhys” can
read their lips. It’s during these moments that Rachel
discreetly makes precise mental calculations of their
surroundings.
INT. BOTHELL PLANT, RECEPTION – LATER
The tour ends where it began.

27.
DR. GOODALL
We’ve covered quite a lot this morning.
I hope we didn’t bore you to tears.
RACHEL
Not at all, Dr. Goodall. It’s all been
fascinating, simply fascinating.
Wouldn’t you agree, Rhys?
Craig smiles.
MAI-LING
Your car is waiting outside. The
driver will be at your disposal.
RACHEL
That won’t be necessary, really.
MAI-LING
Mr. Slade insists.
INT. HOTEL LOBBY – DAY
Rachel and Craig enter and cross to the elevators. They’re

being watched by Mossad AGENT #1. He speaks discreetly
into a cuff microphone.
INT. 24th FLOOR HALLWAY – MOMENTS LATER
The elevator doors open. Rachel and Craig get out and walk
to their room. They pass a MAID, early twenties, who
smiles courteously as she prepares to clean a room.
MAID
Good afternoon.
RACHEL
Good afternoon.
Craig swipes a keycard in the door, they enter.
INT. HOTEL SUITE – DAY
Craig and Rachel go straight to work. He pulls out a

laptop computer, she grabs a pad and paper, begins jotting
notes from memory. A cell phone RINGS. Rachel answers it.
28.
RACHEL
Yes.
MITRA (V.O., FILTERED)

What do you have?
RACHEL
The master files for Slade’s nano-tech
subsystems are not at the Bothell site.

What? But our Intel suggests strongly
that that’s where they’ll manufacture
the subsystems.
RACHEL
Just because they’ll eventually make
them at Bothell doesn’t mean the master
plans are kept there.

What do you mean?
Rachel puts the phone on the desk, hits “speakerphone.”

Craig has pulled up a schematic of the Bothell plant’s IT
systems on his laptop.
CRAIG
The master file serves not only as a
blueprint but also as the central
nervous system for controlling every
aspect of the manufacturing process.
Based on the schematics you provided
and what I observed this morning, the
IT systems in place at Bothell, while
impressive, are not Slade MicroTech’s
most advanced.

Bothell’s their most technologically
advanced facility. If it’s not there,
where is it?
CRAIG
The most likely places to keep the
files would be where the most advanced
security systems have been installed.
(types on laptop)
Those would be Slade’s corporate
headquarters and... his yacht?
29.
On the laptop screen we see a photo of Slade’s gorgeous 72-

foot yacht. The DOORBELL RINGS. Craig and Rachel react.
RACHEL
Hold on. Someone’s at the door.
Rachel goes to the door, looks through the peephole. She

opens it to a young woman, the CONCIERGE.
CONCIERGE
Good afternoon, Miss Jones. Sorry to
disturb you and your brother.
RACHEL
No worries.
CONCIERGE
Compliments of Mr. Evan Slade.
The Concierge holds out a garment bag. Rachel takes it.
CONCIERGE
(offers her card)
Should you need anything else for this
evening’s affair, please don’t hesitate
to contact me at this number.
RACHEL
Thank you.
The Concierge leaves. Rachel unzips the bag.

What was that all about?
RACHEL
Looks like I don’t have to worry about
what to wear tonight.
She begins to pull the dress out of the bag. ANGLE ON

Craig’s face. His expression tells us that he likes Slade
less and less.
INT. HOTEL SUITE – NIGHT
Craig, in a wash-and-wear suit, is on the speakerphone.

30.

How much time will you need for a
thorough scan of the mainframe?
CRAIG
Twenty minutes. Twenty-five tops.

You’ll find a laptop for the interface
in the Men’s Room two floors below the
reception. Can you get there without
being noticed?
RACHEL (O.S.)
We’ve done this before, Mitra.
Craig turns and is awestruck by the sight of his wife

coming out of the bedroom. She’s absolutely stunning in
the little black number that Slade sent for her.
RACHEL
(smiles at Craig)
Time to go to work, Sweetie.
INT. ELEVATOR
Craig and Rachel are alone in the high-speed elevator,

going up to the top floor. She taps an unseen transmitter
in her ear.
RACHEL
Can you hear me?

Yes. Video is also crisp and clear.
Rachel gently touches the tiny JEWELED NECKLACE around her

neck, and as she does...
INT. DS6 OPERATIONS CENTER, MITRA’S CUBICLE – SAME TIME
On a computer monitor we see Rachel’s hand as she touches

the necklace. When she lowers her hand, we see the inside
of the elevator. Then Craig’s face looms into view. He’s
moved closer to admire the technology.
31.

Sweet. The government really does have
all the best stuff.
INT. ELEVATOR
Rachel reacts. She’s unimpressed.
RACHEL
Too bad they won’t use it to help the
poor or find a cure for cancer.
DING. The elevator doors open up to:
INT. RECEPTION – NIGHT
The rich and powerful of the Pacific Northwest are grazing

on smoked salmon, foie gras, caviar and shrimp cocktail.
More than a few heads turn to check Rachel out as she and
Craig move across the room.
Mai-Ling spots them, signals their arrival to Slade, who

stops talking to MAYOR SULLIVAN, turns and smiles.
SLADE
Miss Jones! Mr. Jones! Welcome!
RACHEL
(pretty smile)
Please, do call me “Ronnie.”
He kisses her cheek, shakes Craig’s hand firmly.
SLADE
Ronnie it is. Rhys, Ronnie, allow me
to introduce you to Mayor Sullivan.
MAYOR SULLIVAN
Good evening Miss Jones – oh forgive
me, Ronnie, Rhys. You know, with
friends like Evan, Aquamarine could put
an end to commercial whaling by just
buying all of the companies that do it.
SLADE
That may be an expedient solution, Mr.
Mayor, but it’s one my shareholders
would take issue with.
32.
Laughs all around. Then Slade gestures to Mai-Ling, who

disappears into the crowd.
SLADE
(to small group)
Now that our guests of honor have
arrived...
On cue, white-jacketed WAITERS with silver trays filled

with flutes of champagne fan out among the GUESTS. Slade
takes a flute, hands one to Rachel.
SLADE
If I could please have everyone’s
attention? ... As many of you may know,
environmental stewardship is one of our
core values at Slade MicroTech. Ours
is a forward-thinking company that
places a high value on finding
innovative solutions to many of today’s
challenges. One of our greatest
challenges is ensuring that Earth, the
one common denominator for us all,
remains clean, safe and capable of
sustaining all forms of life far into
the future. That’s why I personally
support Aquamarine International, which
has done an amazing job of giving
Mother Earth a voice by protecting our
oceans, defending the rainforests and
educating millions around the world
about the dangers of climate change.
Tonight we are honored to have with us
two representatives from Aquamarine
International, up from Down Under, Miss
Veronica Jones and her brother Rhys
Jones. Please join me in welcoming
them to our fair city... and please be
generous with your donations tonight.
Applause all around.
The door of the suit opens and the Maid we saw earlier
comes in to perform turn down service. She turns down the
beds, leaves chocolates on the pillows, fills the ice
buckets. Then she slips on white gloves...
33.
Working quickly she finds Craig’s expertly hidden laptop,

turns it on and copies the Slade MicroTech files onto a
JUMP DRIVE. When she’s finished, she replaces the laptop,
removes the gloves.
She’s about to leave the room when she remembers something.

She goes to the bed, pulls a FOLDED CARD from her pocket.
Puts it on the pillow. She leaves the room and we STAY on
the card.
INSERT - CARD
“Serving you is our greatest pleasure. Enjoy your stay

with us.”
FADE OUT.
END OF ACT TWO

34.
ACT THREE
FADE IN:
INT. RECEPTION – NIGHT
Slade has found a moment alone with Rachel.
SLADE
I hope I didn’t embarrass you and Rhys
earlier with that speech of mine.
RACHEL
Not at all, Mr. Slade. Truth be told,
I think Rhys rather enjoys being the
center of attention for a change.
He follows her eyes to Craig, who is being doted on by a

cadre of MILFS.
SLADE
I have to insist that you call me Evan.
RACHEL
Alright. I suppose it’s only fitting –
I’d be naked tonight if it weren’t for
you. By the way, thank you for the
loaner. It fits perfectly.
SLADE
(rakish smile)
It’s yours. And have I told you how
fabulous you look in it. Of course,
had I known the alternative, I doubt I
would have sent it over.
She smiles coquettishly, intentionally leading him on.
Meanwhile, Craig has managed to ease away from the sexy

MILFS. Before he leaves the room, he turns to see Slade
slide his hand down the small of Rachel’s back and rest it
just above her derrière.

The notebook is in place, Craig. Now’s
your chance. Time to move.
CRAIG
Fine! On my way.
35.
He ducks out of the room. MOSSAD AGENT #2, dressed as a

waiter, watches him leave, then offers a GUEST horse
d’oeuvres.
INT. HALLWAY – NIGHT
Craig walks down the dark hallway, the NOTEBOOK COMPUTER in

his hand. He pulls a high-tech SECURITY BADGE from his
pocket, swipes it on a WALL PAD. The light goes GREEN, he
opens a door and goes inside.
INT. OFFICE – NIGHT
We’re looking at a desk. No one is sitting behind it, but

we hear TYPING. MOVE CLOSER to the desk. Go around it.
Craig is underneath, cross-legged, typing furiously.
INT. HALLWAY – SAME TIME
A SECURITY GUARD is on his rounds. He swipes his badge on

the same wall pad as Craig did earlier. Goes through the
door and enters a suite of offices.
INT. OFFICE – SAME TIME
Craig is running diagnostics on the Slade MicroTech

mainframe. On his laptop screen the GRAPHIC READOUT
indicates the test is 80 percent complete...
INTERCUT: SECURITY GUARD/CRAIG
The Security Guard opens the door of each office in the

suite. The lights pop on when he enters – motion sensors.
Meanwhile, Craig taps a finger on the side of the laptop.

Waiting. The readout indicates 95 percent complete...

The pulse check is due any second now.
If that diagnostic isn’t complete by
then, the pulse will alert security
that the mainframe’s been compromised.
CRAIG
Really? Thanks. I didn’t know that.
36.
The Security Guard opens the door of Craig’s office. The

lights pop on, he scans with his eyes. Underneath the
desk, Craig holds his breath as the diagnostic readout hits
100 percent! The Security Guard exits and closes the door.
Right afterward the notebook softly DINGS. Craig peeks
over the desk. The coast is clear.
CRAIG
We got bupkis.

What?! Are you sure?!
CRAIG
As death and taxes. The master files
aren’t here.
INT. LADIES’ ROOM – NIGHT
Rachel is at the mirror next to ROXIE, a very attractive

socialite in her mid-thirties. She’s one of the MILFS.
ROXIE
Your brother is just yummy, Ronnie! I
could gobble him up!
RACHEL
He does have a certain charm about him.
ROXIE
Listen, Ronnie, I know I’m prying here
but, well, is Rhys seeing anyone?
RACHEL
Excuse me?!
ROXIE
I’m going to ask him out. I hope that
doesn’t create a problem.
RACHEL
Um... Well, no, I guess not –
ROXIE
I know you probably think this is just
some sort of “cougar” thing, Ronnie,
but I really felt a strong vibe between
your brother and me.
37.
Rachel reacts. Roxie smiles at her in the mirror then

leaves, excited and ready to pursue her prey. Rachel still
can’t believe her ears when

Rachel. Rachel, do you read me?
RACHEL
(recovering)
Yes.
INT. DS6 OPERATIONS CENTER, MITRA’S CUBICLE
We’re looking at Rachel’s reflection in the mirror through

the camera in her necklace.
MITRA
Sounds like Craig’s found a playmate.
INTERCUT: RACHEL/MITRA
RACHEL
I’m not amused, Mitra. What is it?
MITRA
The master files aren’t on the
headquarters mainframe.
RACHEL
Are you sure?
MITRA
“Yummy” seemed quite sure.
RACHEL
Then it’s on Slade’s yacht? How are we
supposed to get it there?
MITRA
Slade bought you a six thousand dollar
Yves Saint Laurent just to charm you
out of it. I’m sure he’d like his
chances even more with a bikini.
EXT. YACHT – DAY
A beautiful sailboat slices through Puget Sound. Rachel, in

a bikini, suns on deck, hot in more ways than one.
38.
SLADE (O.S.)
Looks like it’s time for more
sunscreen.
Slade makes his way to her from the stern cockpit.
RACHEL
Thank you.
She sits up and he rubs her back and shoulders, admiring

the sensuous curves of her body.
SLADE
You know, I was surprised when you
asked to come sailing with me.
RACHEL
Really?
SLADE
Yes, considering...
RACHEL
Losing our parents to the sea hasn’t
dulled Rhys’ or my love of the ocean.
It’s so rare that we have a chance to
enjoy sailing. Most of our time spent
on the water these days is in protests
of one sort or another... Evan, I hope
you don’t think it presumptuous of me,
asking you to bring me out on your boat
so willy-nilly.
SLADE
(smiles)
Not at all. I was hoping we’d have a
chance to get better acquainted.
INT. HOTEL SUITE – DAY
On the computer screen we see Slade smile at Rachel. His

image is being transmitted via her necklace.
CRAIG
I really, really hate you, Slade.
Craig is watching the billionaire make a move on his wife.

On a second laptop computer we see 3D schematics of the
yacht and its various high-tech systems.
39.

Too bad Rhys is feeling under the
weather. He would’ve loved to join us.
SLADE (V.O., FILTERED)

Yes, it’s too bad. Another Mai-Tai?
EXT. YACHT - LATER
Rachel, now in a fashionable cover up, is at the helm with

Slade close behind her, his hands on her waist.
SLADE
Very well done, Ronnie. You’re quite
the sailor.
RACHEL
We practically lived on Gulf St.
Vincent when I was growing up. Dad and
Mom were rarely home, but when they
were we were on the water together. Of
course, we never sailed anything quite
as spectacular as your Zephyr.
SLADE
(close to her ear)
And I’ve never sailed anything quite as
spectacular as you, Ronnie.
She smiles, allows his embrace from behind, then SUDDENLY

TURNS THE WHEEL, throwing him off balance onto the deck.
RACHEL
Oh, Evan! Are you alright?!
INT. BELOW DECK – LATER
Rachel is coming downstairs.
RACHEL
(calls out)
I won’t be a moment, Evan.
Rachel crosses the cabin, pulls a tiny com-link earpiece

from her bikini top and sticks it in her ear.
RACHEL
Okay, I’m below deck. Now what?
40.

I don’t know, how about you slip into
something a little more comfortable for
your new boyfriend.
RACHEL
Not now, Craig. Stay focused.

The computer’s in Slade’s stateroom.
INT. YACHT, SLADE’S STATEROOM - CONTINUOUS
Rachel makes a beeline to Slade’s stateroom. She quickly

scans the area – a massive round bed is the centerpiece of
the luxurious cabin.
RACHEL
Where is it?
INT. HOTEL SUITE – CONTINUOUS
Craig sees the bed on his computer screen and reacts, “Oh
great!” He punches keys. A blinking dot pinpoints the
exact spot of the hidden computer.
CRAIG
Figures.
INTERCUT: SLADE’S STATEROOM/HOTEL SUITE
RACHEL
Well?
CRAIG
Behind the headboard of the bed.
RACHEL
(sighs)
Of course.
She climbs on the bed, moves pillows aside, feels around

for a crease and eventually finds it. She hears something
and spins around just as –
SLADE
Hi there.
41.
Slade is in the doorway with an enormous grin on his face.

He’s holding two MAI-TAIS.
SLADE
I thought we’d get comfortable down
here with a couple of cocktails, but it
looks as though you’re way ahead of me.
Rachel relaxes, cool and sexy on the outside, mind racing

on the inside.
CRAIG
You have GOT to be kidding me!
RACHEL
Well, Evan, it has been a long time
since... the last Mai-Tai.
Slade smiles devilishly, crosses the cabin, hands her a

Mai-Tai and sits on the bed. They clink glasses.
CRAIG
Oh, hell no! Rache! RACHEL!
Rachel tugs at her ear gently, palms the earpiece. To

Slade it looks like an inviting gesture. Craig, seeing it
all through the necklace camera, is apoplectic. He gets to
his feet and paces like a caged tiger!
Rachel takes a sip of her cocktail to buy time. Slade does

the same. She stares into his eyes.
RACHEL
Evan, there’s something you should know
about me.
(beat, lowers her eyes)
I’m a virgin.
Craig stops pacing. His jaw drops. Slade is equally

astonished, believing the lie.
SLADE
I have to say, those are the last words
I expected to hear you say.
(off her reaction)
What I mean is, for a woman as
beautiful as you to have saved
yourself... Well, it’s truly amazing in
this day and age.
42.
RACHEL
It’s not that I haven’t had strong
feelings for men before. I certainly
have. But I’ve just been so committed
to our cause that there’s never been
enough time for, well... love.
He touches her cheek gently. Looks into her eyes.
SLADE
We have time now, Ronnie. All the time
you need.
He leans in to kiss her. She “accidentally” pours her

cocktail on his lap, dodges yet another bullet.
RACHEL
(blushes)
Oh, God, I’m such a klutz!
Craig smiles at Rachel’s quick thinking. That’s his girl!
EXT. YACHT – SUNSET
A bikinied Rachel comes out of the water, climbs up the

ladder of the yacht. Slade climbs out after her. As she
rings out her hair, he drapes a towel around her.
RACHEL
Thank you, Evan. A swim was just what
I needed.
The expression on Slade’s face tells us he needed something

else. Rachel admires the setting sun.
RACHEL
It’s beautiful, isn’t it?
SLADE
Like gazing upon the face of God
himself.
Beat. She looks up at him and for the first time sees the
man, not just the mark.
RACHEL
You are a curiosity, Evan Slade.
43.
SLADE
I’ve been called a lot of things, but I
don’t think I’ve ever heard that one.
RACHEL
You’re a technological genius who has
built your company and your fortune on
the strength of cold, hard logic, yet
you speak of God as though you are a
true believer.
SLADE
I do believe, Ronnie.
RACHEL
But most people like you would say
science and religion are at odds.
SLADE
I believe God imbued man with the power
of higher thought for a divine purpose
- to create and harness the power of
technology for the good of mankind.
RACHEL
Is that why you’ve given millions to
protect the environment?
SLADE
Yes... and to fight famine in Africa
and fund disaster relief in Micronesia.
Ronnie, most of the world’s great
tragedies are manmade; I believe that
man can right his wrongs with the
proper application of technology.
Her sympathetic smile reflects her knowledge of the world.
RACHEL
That’s a very noble sentiment, Evan.
But I believe simple human kindness
would help to avoid most of the world’s
great tragedies. Unfortunately, unlike
technology, it’s always in short supply
when we need it most.
There’s a moment of agreement between them; we see that she

genuinely likes him.
44.
EXT. PIER – SUNSET
A middle-aged EUROPEAN-LOOKING MAN strolls along the pier.

He’s in sailing togs and carries a tumbler with a cocktail
umbrella sticking out of the top. THREE PRETTY GIRLS
approach him; he smiles woozily, tips his ball cap. The
girls roll their eyes and laugh after they’ve passed him.
PIER – MOMENTS LATER
The European-looking Man is in a dinghy. He rows toward

the sailboats anchored in the harbor.
INT. YACHT, BATHROOM/BEDROOM – NIGHT
We start on Slade in the shower. He’s humming a tune as he

lathers up. Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Rachel, in a white
dress, is on the bed trying to open the compartment behind
the headboard.
RACHEL
(whispers)
I can’t find a mechanism for opening
it. Don’t want to force it...

Maybe he’s got it rigged to open when
you bump it with your head later.
RACHEL
Very funny. Not. And don’t think I
don’t know about you and Roxie.

Roxie?
RACHEL
So now you’re playing dumb? Maybe you
remember her as Mrs. Taylor, that
fifty-year-old floozy from the
reception the other night.
INT. HOTEL SUITE – SAME TIME
CRAIG
Hmmm. Roxie Taylor? I’m drawing a
blank, Rache.
45.
INTERCUT: RACHEL/CRAIG
RACHEL
We’ll talk about it when I get home,
Mister.... Wait a sec.
CRAIG
You got something?
Rachel presses something behind a pillow and the headboard

opens up, revealing a hidden compartment of dials, readouts
and computer graphics. Rachel smiles like only a thief
who’s found the loot can.
Then we become aware that the shower has stopped. Rachel

does too and starts pressing the headboard to close the
compartment, trying desperately to find the spot again...
INT. YACHT, BATHROOM/BEDROOM – CONTINUOUS
Slade checks his face in the mirror, likes what he sees –

as always. He wraps a towel around his waist, heads out of
the bathroom. In the bedroom, he stops, senses something.
INT. YACHT, OUTSIDE STATEROOM – CONTINUOUS
Rachel is pressed against a wall right outside of the

bedroom. She breathes a sigh of relief.

Rache, you alright?
RACHEL
Yeah.
INT. HOTEL SUITE - NIGHT
Craig is monitoring two laptops, munching on CHEETOS. A

DOORBELL RINGS. The LIGHT for hearing impaired guests also
FLASHES next to the door. He considers ignoring it but
realizes the hotel staff will just come in anyway.
He quickly hides both laptop computers, goes to the door,

looks through the peep hole. The Maid. He opens the door
a crack. Craig looks at her, deafly questioning with his
eyes. She speaks clearly and distinctly so that he can
read her lips.
46.
MAID
I have fresh towels for the room, Mr.
Jones. May I please come in? I’ll
just be a moment.
She’s holding fluffy folded TOWELS. He opens the door,

ushers her inside. She nods politely. He turns to go
about his business then stops cold. The Maid has dropped
the towels and pressed the SILENCER of a WALTHER PPK to the
back of his head.
MAID
Please don’t do anything stupid Mr.
Richards. We don’t want to harm you.
Mossad Agents #1 and #2 slip into the suite and close the
door. Craig turns slowly and raises his hands.
Off his “Uh-oh” expression...

FADE OUT.
END OF ACT THREE

47.
ACT FOUR
FADE IN:
Craig is on the sofa, surrounded by the Mossad Agents.
CRAIG
You mean you never believed the U.S.
would allow him to sell you the
technology? Whatever happened to being
friends and allies?
MOSSAD AGENT #1
This from the man hired to steal the
next gen nano-tech master files so that
our government couldn’t get them.
CRAIG
Hired?! Look, Rachel and I never asked
to be mixed up in this mess. We’re not
being paid for this job. Believe me,
there’s nothing in this for us.
MOSSAD AGENT #2
Really? I wouldn’t call fifteen to
twenty in Allenwood for the Misses and
a life of nickel and diming for you
nothing.
CRAIG
You seem to know a lot about us, so you
should know we didn’t have much choice.
(ref. the Maid’s gun)
What’s the game plan here anyway?
MAID
After your wife has secured the master
files, we’ll contact your handlers to
arrange a swap: you for the files.
CRAIG
Maybe you don’t know as much as I
thought you did. Rachel’s the HDTV,
I’m the geek squad. They need her and
that file a lot more than they need me.
48.
MOSSAD AGENT #1
Your government may not value you, Mr.
Richards, but I believe your wife will
consider her options more carefully.
After all, she wouldn’t want you to
spend the next ten years detained in an
Israeli political prison.
CRAIG
Well in case you haven’t been paying
attention, she seems to be working on a
few new options.
He gestures to the computer screen, where...
EXT. YACHT – NIGHT
...Slade pours another glass of wine for Rachel.
RACHEL
This day has been like something from a
fairy tale. Simply marvelous, Evan.
You’ve been so kind... and patient.
SLADE
Keep talking like that I’ll forget that
I’m supposed to be the big bad wolf.
RACHEL
(blushing)
And I’m Little Red Riding Hood?
Their eyes lock; she really has gotten to him.
SLADE
It’s late. I should weigh anchor and
get us headed back in.
RACHEL
I’ll clear away dinner and secure
things below.
SLADE
I want to see you again, Ronnie. After
you’ve returned to Australia.
She fights the twinge of guilt building inside of her.

49.
RACHEL
I’d like that too, Evan. Very much.
Before he leaves, she allows him to kiss her softly on the

cheek. She watches him go forward. Then her eyes narrow:
time to go to work.
INT. HOTEL SUITE – SAME TIME
The Maid stands over Craig’s shoulder watching the scene

play out on the computer screen.
MAID
She’s good.
Craig works on both laptops under the watchful eyes of the

Mossad Agents.
MOSSAD AGENT #1
What are you doing?
CRAIG
Hacking into the yacht’s computing
system. Rachel will upload the nano-
tech master files to my laptop. At the
same time I’ll be replacing them with
alias files that contain a virus.
MOSSAD AGENT #2
So without knowing it, Slade was going
to sell us tainted goods?
CRAIG
Happy Hanukkah.
INT. YACHT, SLADE’S STATEROOM - NIGHT
Rachel has opened the secret compartment in the headboard,

plugged in the TRANSMITTER DRIVE, watches the files upload.
INT. HOTEL – SUITE – CONTINUOUS
Craig monitors his laptops. The first screen shows WHAT

RACHEL SEES; the second shows the PROGRESS OF THE MASTER
FILES BEING UPLOADED AND THE VIRUS-INFECTED FILES BEING
DOWNLOADED. Both are...
50.
CRAIG
Sixty-five percent complete.

Can’t you speed it up? The boat’s
moving. He’ll be down any minute now.
Craig glances at the silencer pointed at his head. The gun

and the Maid’s eyes say, “Not a word.”
CRAIG
Going as fast as I can, Rache.
INTERCUT: YACHT/HOTEL SUITE
Slade, at the helm, lays a course into the automatic pilot.

Below deck, Rachel, her face illuminated by the glow of
electronics, watches coolly as the uploading continues.
In the suite, Craig’s eyes are glued to the computer

screens. A bead of sweat rolls down his face. In the
b.g., Mossad Agent’s #1 and #2 stand around casually.

Craig...
Craig reacts to Mitra’s voice in his ear. Keeps his cool.

Craig, we know there are three agents
in the room with you. Listen to me
carefully, Craig. They are not Mossad.
We have to take them out before the
upload of the files is complete. Do
you understand?
CRAIG
Alright... Upload eighty percent
complete.
Craig smiles thinly at the Maid. Wipes sweat from his

brow. Slade leaves the helm, goes below, moves through the
yacht, forward to his stateroom.
SLADE (O.S.)
(calls out)
Ronnie.
Rachel looks at the bedroom door! The upload is only 80

percent complete! Slade is getting closer.
51.
SLADE (O.S.)
(calls out)
Ronnie, you okay down here?
She’s off the bed, crossing the room. Slade comes into the
stateroom, sees Rachel at the bedroom door.
RACHEL
(covering)
Hi. I was just on my way up.
SLADE
What’s going on?
She loops her arms around his waist and smiles sweetly.
RACHEL
Nothing, Evan.
WHAM! They’re knocked to the floor by a sudden impact.
SLADE
What the hell?!
In the hotel suite, the Mossad Agents are just as startled

as Slade and Rachel are.
MAID
What the hell happened?!
MOSSAD AGENT #1
Did they hit something?! A whale?!
On deck, Slade and Rachel – and through her necklace-camera

Craig and the Agents – see what’s happened. They yacht has
collided with another, smaller sailboat. Both are dead in
the water.
The European-looking Man from the pier (RUSSIAN) is on the

bow of the smaller craft, examining the situation. He’s
clearly drunk. He speaks with a thick Russian accent.
RUSSIAN
Oh. Ahoy there, my friends!
SLADE
(anger rising)
Idiot! What the hell did you do to my
boat?!
52.
RUSSIAN
(cheerfully ignorant)
Sorry about that, my friend! Must’ve
turned port when I should’ve turned to
starboard... Or was it starboard when I
should’ve turned port?
SLADE
Are you insane?! Have you been
drinking?!
RUSSIAN
(looks over the side)
This doesn’t look too bad. Believe me,
friend, I’ve seen lots worse!
Slade leans to look at the damage. Rachel’s behind him.
RACHEL
We’re not sinking are we?
RUSSIAN (O.S.)
WHOA!
SPLASH! The Russian has fallen overboard!
RACHEL
Oh my! Evan, do something!
SLADE
Jesus!
Slade peels off his shirt and shoes and dives in after the
Russian! In the hotel suite, the Agents are astonished.
MOSSAD AGENT #2
Are they for real?
Craig watches his computer screens. On screen number one,

we see that Rachel has left Slade’s side and is headed
below deck. On screen number two, the upload continues: 96
percent complete. The Maid’s FINGER TIGHTENS on the
trigger of her Walther PPK.
BAM! The door of the suite BLOWS OPEN and the windows
SHATTER as an ASSAULT TEAM crash in. The Mossad imitators
barely have a chance to react, mowed down instantly by the
black-clad assault team. A stunned Craig looks up at the
Maid – a single bullet hole through her forehead – just as
she keels over and falls to the floor.
53.
Mitra removes her assault helmet. She shot the maid.

Craig looks at Mitra, his jaw drops. “Whoa!”
In Slade’s stateroom, Rachel kneels on the giant bed, waits

impatiently for the upload/download to finish.
RACHEL
Talk to me, Sweetie. Where are we?

Any second now, Rachel.
RACHEL
Mitra? Where’s Craig?! What’s going –
CRAIG
I’m fine, Rache.
In the suite, Craig is mentally pulling it together as the

DS6 agents work at clearing bodies and the rest of their
mess away. On the computer screen, the readout indicates
the upload/download is 100 percent complete...
CRAIG
It’s done!
Rachel pulls out the transmitter, closes the compartment

and re-fluffs the pillows.
EXT. YACHT – NIGHT
The Russian is on the forward deck. Slade stands over him,

fuming. Rachel comes up from behind with blankets and a
First Aid kit. She puts the blankets over the Russian.
They exchange a look: do they recognize one another?
RACHEL
Are you alright?
RUSSIAN
Thank you, pretty lady. I suppose I’ll
live, thanks to your husband.
SLADE
Damn drunk fool. He’s lucky he didn’t
kill himself or somebody else.
Rachel looks up at Slade, turns on the girlish admiration.

54.
RACHEL
Oh, Evan, you saved his life! You
saved a man’s life!
Rachel stands and hugs him tightly and gives him a big kiss
on the lips. Slade’s ire melts away.
SLADE
I’d better go hail the Coast Guard.
When Slade leaves, the Russian winks at Rachel.
DISSOLVE TO:
INT. PRIVATE JET – IN FLIGHT - NIGHT
Mitra is debriefing Craig and Rachel, a blonde again.
MITRA
Slade’s people won’t discover the virus
until he’s in meetings with Israeli
defense executives. A tad
embarrassing, but his scientists will
undoubtedly correct the problem.
RACHEL
So in addition to violating our
Constitution by stealing from an
American citizen, we’ll also tarnish
the reputation of a good man.
MITRA
I wouldn’t shed too many tears for him,
Rachel. Slade will make a sale within
the year and net several hundred
million dollars. The important thing
is now that we have the master files,
our own scientists can keep pace with
whatever new developments Slade’s R and
D team make to his nano-technology.
CRAIG
What about the phony Mossad agents?
MITRA
At one time they were legitimate
operatives, but they went rogue about a
year ago. They planned to sell the
technology to the highest bidder, most
(MORE)
55.
MITRA (CONT’D.)
likely the Chinese. From there, it’d
only be a matter of time before it
found its way to a cave in Afghanistan.
CRAIG
Mitra, I never got around to thanking
you... for saving my life. Thanks.
MITRA
I do my job, you do yours. It’s all
part of the plan, Craig.
She stands to go to the front of the plane, pauses.
MITRA
We caught a break when that drunken
buffoon rammed into Slade’s yacht.
Without that distraction we may not
have achieved total surprise. Things
could’ve gotten messy.
RACHEL
Just goes to show, not even you super
spooks can control everything.
Mitra considers this. Unconvinced, she leaves. Rachel

turns to Craig and caresses his face.
RACHEL
Oh Sweetie, that had to be a horrible
experience. You sure you’re alright?
CRAIG
I’m fine now. I never thought I’d be
glad to see Mitra show up.
RACHEL
We’re just “assets” to them, Craig.
Don’t ever forget that.
CRAIG
Yeah, I know. You know, I did some
digging into this DS6 and on Mitra.
RACHEL
And?
56.
CRAIG
Bupkis. These guys must be the
spookiest of spooks. But I did learn
one thing.
RACHEL
Yeah, what’s that?
CRAIG
“Mitra” is the Persian word for
“Friend.”
INT. CRAIG & RACHEL’S BROWNSTONE - NIGHT
A comfortable, tastefully furnished apartment that reflects

the on-the-go lifestyle of a young, urban couple. Rachel
and Craig are preparing for a dinner party.
RACHEL
Let me get this straight. You told
Mitzi and Cliff that you left me?
CRAIG
(uncorks a bottle of wine)
Yeah.
RACHEL
For another woman?
CRAIG
Mmmmm-hmmm.
RACHEL
And that I quit my job, followed you
all the way to Topeka and spent the
last year trying to win you back?
CRAIG
Yep. She was an older, undersexed
woman with lots of money.
RACHEL
And they believed you?!
He smiles. She rolls her eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding!”
The DOORBELL RINGS. She watches him cross to the door.

When he opens it...
57.
MITZI (O.S.)
Craigy!
MITZI and CLIFF RICHARDS come in. Both in their early

fifties, she’s the exuberant real estate agent type; he’s a
career civil servant. Mitzi throws her arms around her
son’s neck, kisses him hard on both cheeks.
CRAIG
Hi Mom, Dad.
CLIFF
(slapping Craig’s back)
Son, it’s great to have you back in
town!
Rachel comes up, a lovely smile on her face. Mitzi breaks

away from Craig and flings her arms around her.
MITZI
Oh Rachel! Thank you, thank you, dear!
(to Cliff)
Didn’t I tell you, Hon?! Our Craigy
couldn’t go wrong with a girl like
this... A woman who loves her man and
will go to any lengths, do anything to
keep him!
Rachel smiles ironically and shares a look with Craig.
RACHEL
Yes, Mitzi. Anything.
INT. LIVING ROOM – MINUTES LATER
The foursome sits around the cocktail table.
MITZI
Believe me, it’s a story you’ll tell
your grandchildren, dear. Risking
everything – your career, your home,
your heart – to save your marriage!
(then scolding)
And you, Craigy! I could just slap you
silly! Going off after some hussy –
really, dear, anyone named “Roxie” has
got to be bad news!
Craig reddens with contriteness. Rachel conceals a smile.

58.
CLIFF
Now Mitzi, enough of that. The kids
are back together now and that’s all
that matters. They even managed to get
their old place back.
MITZI
Yes, how’d you two manage that?! A
brownstone in Georgetown is almost
impossible to get in this market. I
have clients who would kill for a place
like this.
RACHEL
“Craigy” has a new friend with
connections, don’t you, Sweetie?
MITZI
Oh. I’d love to me him, Craigy.
RACHEL
Her.
MITZI
(suddenly suspicious)
Ohhhh.
The DOORBELL RINGS. Craig and his parents react.
RACHEL
Speaking of friends. I hope you don’t
mind, I invited Uncle Benny to join us.
Faces drop. Uncle Benny is not a favorite. Rachel goes to

the door, opens it to reveal that BENNY is the drunken
Russian sailor. His smile is larcenous. His accent is gone.
BENNY
Rachel! Baby! Welcome home!
INT. DS6 OPERATIONS CENTER – SAME TIME
We’re looking at a glass of diet chai iced tea. WIDEN

ANGLE to show the family reunion in Rachel and Craig’s
living room is being viewed on a computer monitor. Mitra
picks up the glass of iced tea, takes a sip.
59.
DS6 AGENT
Benjamin Baxter, aka Ben Bannister and
Benny the Lip. Born Dmitri Romanov in
Grozny. Rap sheet a mile long. Mostly
small-time burglaries.
MITRA
Is he really her uncle?
DS6 AGENT
Yes. Her father’s brother. Her only
living relative. Taught her the art of
the con and how to steal when she was a
kid. But she’s upped her game over the
years... Shall we tag him?
Mitra stares thoughtfully at Uncle Benny on the screen.
MITRA
(beat)
No... Let’s allow our Mr. and Mrs.
Jones to believe there is still some
part of their lives we don’t control...
For now.
FADE OUT.
END OF EPISODE
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ME & MRS.

EXT. MICHELSEN ESTATE – NIGHT

An ultra modern steel and glass mansion like something

INT. VAN - NIGHT

We’re looking at a laptop COMPUTER SCREEN. On it, four

CRAIG RICHARDS, twentysomething techno-geek, types on the

On the screen, security guard #2 opens a door, leaves one

He hits “ENTER” and all four quadrants go black.

On a SECOND COMPUTER SCREEN, next to the first, we’re

INT. GALLERY - NIGHT

Covered head-to-toe in black, wearing sleek NIGHT VISION

CRAIG (V.O., FILTERED)

The Burglar presses a button on the joystick, descends

The Burglar works fast – sprays the case with an AEROSOL,

INT. ANTE ROOM - NIGHT

Security guard #2 punches buttons on a CONTROL PANEL.

SECURITY GUARD #1 (V.O., FILTERED)

INT. GALLERY - NIGHT

The Burglar bags the real tiara, replaces it with a FAKE

CRAIG (V.O., FILTERED)

INT. VAN - NIGHT

Craig types on his laptop. On the second laptop screen, we

BURGLAR’S POV – ART GALLERY

as the Burglar quickly crosses the gallery, grabs the

INT. GALLERY – NIGHT

The Burglar clicks on the cable, presses the joystick

CRAIG (V.O., FILTERED)

BURGLAR’S POV – SUSPENDED FROM CEILING

an array of LASER TRIP WIRES crisscrossing the room.

INT. CORRIDOR – NIGHT

Security Guard #2 closes the door of the ante room and

INT. VAN – NIGHT

On the first computer screen, we see Security Guard #1

SECURITY GUARD #1 (V.O., FILTERED)

INT. GALLERY – NIGHT

Security Guard #2 swipes his badge on a wall pad...

CRAIG (V.O., FILTERED)

...deactivating the laser sensors. He enters the gallery

INT. VAN – NIGHT

Craig types on his keyboard. Three of the four

He punches the “Enter” key and...

INT. CORRIDOR – CONTINUOUS

The hallway goes dark again. Security Guard #2 CURSES

INT. AIR DUCT – CONTINUOUS

INT. ANTE ROOM – CONTINUOUS

INT. VAN – CONTINUOUS

At the same time the computer screen with the Burglar’s

SMASH CUT TO:

INT. ANTE ROOM – CONTINUOUS

The bright light in night vision goggles is searing.

A SWAT TEAM surrounds the Burglar, each of their assault

The Burglar is roughly forced to the floor.

INT. VAN – CONTINUOUS

On the first computer screen, all four quadrants show

SWAT LEADER (V.O., FILTERED)

BURGLAR (V.O., FILTERED)

SWAT LEADER (V.O., FILTERED)

BURGLAR (V.O., FILTERED)

INT. VAN – CONTINUOUS

Craig, in full panic, stumbles into the driver’s seat,