FM Pilot Script: Part One

Pilot Script Part One (newest draft as of 5/8/21)

BRACKEN: I can spare you from everything right now if you don't shut up.

MARKOVETZ: Weren't you planning on killing me anyway?

Bracken thinks for a moment and turns to look at Torres.

BRACKEN: Have the Councillors said anything?

TORRES: Not yet. They said that they would send a message soon.

Bracken and Torres hear a phone vibrate. Torres reaches into her pocket and takes out her phone.

BRACKEN: Impeccable timing.

Torres nods as she reads the message then looks up.

TORRES: Kill him.

Bracken smiles a bit and looks down at Markovetz.

BRACKEN: I guess so.

Bracken is about to pull the trigger, but Torres pulls his hand with the gun away from Markovetz.

TORRES: (hisses) Not here dumbass!

BRACKEN: Where then?

Torres thinks for a moment.

TORRES: There's a street towards the edge of town full of old and abandoned buildings. We go now and no one will find him.

Bracken rips his hand away from Torres.

BRACKEN: Alright then.

Bracken looks back at Markovetz, then hits him across the face with the gun.

CUT TO:

INT. LOBBY OF THE V.I.U. - NIGHT

Dex and Lee are in their lab, sitting at a desk they placed in the middle of the room. Lee is facing the doors and Dex has his back to them. They are playing paper football. Lee has her hands up in a football goal position as Dex lines up the paper football. He tilts the football and flicks the paper football. He misses.

Dex leans back in his chair, disappointed. 

DEX: Damn.

Lee takes the paper football and sets it up as Dex puts his hands up to make the goal.

LEE: (looks up) Okay, ready?

DEX: (nods) Fire away.

Lee flicks the football and scores. Dex sighs and buries his head in his arms as Lee fist pumps the air.

LEE: Yes! That's 15-13, me.

Dex grumbles as he looks up.