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Joe Kundlak
Slovakia
Bratislava
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"W...W..Wait!" Dasai is now nervous as hell and it shows.
"I will talk to that woman again.. Call her back! And..." he clears his throat. "...can you help me out? Like, save me from your bosses? I don't... wanna... I have a family, for heaven's sake!"
Dasai is close to tears...
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Brian Cooksey
United States
Nashville
Tennessee
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Carson just nods once to Dasai then he exits the room. Making eye contact with Miryam, he says, "He's all yours."
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Miryam has been looking through the one way mirror with consternation at Carson's interview, "We should talk about this later." she mutters under his breath to him after she opens the door.
"So," she lets the word take a life of its own.
Dasai begins to shake uncontrollably. "I never thought that they would do this to me!" he sobs.
Miryam nods comfortingly, "Who is doing this to you?" She puts her hand on his and he begins to tell his story.
"I just wanted to get a bit ahead, you know -- to care for my family. As a dock worker you can't make it with a sick mom and a parapalegic brother, so when I was asked to help a little bit with a few things -- to move items from one dock to another ahead of schedule -- or to deliver messages I took the opportunities for a bit of cash. After a few months I got bigger jobs. But then when I began to become uncomfortable with some of the jobs -- I didn't even say "no," yet, but Moving things before customs could get to them -- I didn't want to lose my job!. But it was too late -- I'd accepted their tatoo and my doubts were too great. . ."
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Joe Kundlak
Slovakia
Bratislava
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CONFLICT
Between Miryam and Producer, Carson and Producer
Producer Budget: 17
Fan Mail
Pool: 5
FlyingArrow: 1
vadia: 1
If Miryam succeeds, Dasai spills out details on her grandpa and the alleviated conspiracy around him.
If Miryam fails, Dasai only says small things about him knowing her grandpa, but does not say anything about the mysteries (in fact, denies them).
If Carson succeeds, he learns about Miryam's grandfather issues.
If Carson fails, Miryam learns about whe whole tatoo thing (and the Corporation involvement).
Miryam: 3 cards (1 for "Underestimated")
  
Carson: 2 cards
 
Producer: 1 card + 2 from the Budget
  
Result:
Carson wins (lower heart), Miryam loses (I got a heart) and I narrate the results (highest card)...
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Joe Kundlak
Slovakia
Bratislava
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Miryam leans a bit closer.
"Whose tatoo did you take?" Dasai breaks out of his panic slightly and notices the impatience in her voice.
"I don't know, woman! I swear I never asked about them, or their names... I was just given those jobs and they acted through a third party!"
Miryam is not satisfied at all, so she starts pushing. "Do they have anything to do with my grandfather? There was a conspiracy against him, wasn't there? Did you have anything to do with..." Then suddenly she turns around and sees Carson standing in the open door. He is surely standing there a good couple of seconds already, so he must have heard...
"Oh hell..." Miryam fails to hide her annoyance and quickly turns back to Dasai. With one last angry look at him she gathers her things and storms out of the interrogation room.
Carson has a frowning look on his face, looking at her back until she takes a corner, and then - stepping in - closes the door behind him ; slowly and menacingly.
"Where did I leave you before... ah, yes." he seats himself in front of Dassai. "So her grandfather is involved in some dark business and the Corporation knows... Start from the beginning. No, no, don't try to deny it. She might be fooled by your blabber, but I have had tougher nuts to crack than you are..."
(the camera flies out of the room, always centering on Carson's back, until she crosses the door and fades out...)
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Joe Kundlak
Slovakia
Bratislava
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Pilot Episode
Scene 5
Characters: Trox Ramirez
Focus: Character
Agenda: Trox is heading to the city to let some steam off and inbetween calls uncle Hector. Afterwards he heads to one of his caches to get some funds...
Producer Budget: 15
Fan Mail
Pool: 5
FlyingArrow: 1
Vadia: 1
The late afternoon is approaching fast and Trox leaves for the welcoming scenery of the surrounding city. He walks down the streets into the city center and recalls the events of the day. As he meditates on the sudden murder and the ensuing investigation, his thoughts somehow slowly drift to his family... which would be uncle Hector, as he has no one else.
And Trox feels the urge to pick up the phone and dial Hector's number, as he did on so many occasions before. Don't be mistaken, those were not only situations where parental advisory was needed. Trox and Hector feel more towards each other - a close bond, perhaps even a closer one that some parents might have with their children...
"Trox? That you, boy? Glad to hear you again. I believe you have some funny business going on down in the docks, eh?"
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Flying Arrow
United States
Pennsylvania
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"Yeah, Hector. It's pretty crazy down there. This isn't my fault, is it?"
"Why would you think that?"
"Because I still don't know anything about-"
"You know all you need to know. I can't think of any reason why this would have anything to do with you. It's been a while since we saw each other. We should have dinner soon."
"Sure. Let's set it up for later this week."
The disappointment about not learning anything shows on Trox's face. But he's also looking forward to seeing Hector again.
As Trox hangs up the phone, he arrives at his destination: U-Stor storage lockers. He's the only one there as he walks to his storage locker. Security cameras show that he's on camera. He enters and a briefcase filled with money is shown. He takes out a pack of money, with a denomination significantly higher than the wad of money he had on the Kamaria. It looks like it would be enough to buy a car.
On his way out of the storage facility, he runs into Yard Dykstra.
"Is that you, Trox?"
"Um - yeah."
"Sorry - it's been a long time, and I've changed a bit. Yard Dykstra - we were in college together. Remember Dr. Kanto?"
"Oh right - we were partners for one of the labs. Yard, right?"
"Yeah - Yard Kanto. What have you been up to?"
"Not too much. Just working on a boat pretty much since graduation."
"A boat? Haha - yeah, I guess you did grow like that, huh?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" Trox appears to take offense at an apparent insult.
"Oh no - I didn't mean it like that. I just mean, I don't think I'd be cut out for that kind of work. Long hours, too applied. I mean - I know we're engineers, but I prefer drawing the plans to actually building anything."
"Yeah - I go one step further and like to keep it working."
Yard spots Trox's car. A high-end sports car, but not absurdly so. (Equivalent of $80K car, not $500K car.)
"Looks like they pay you well enough there, though."
"Um. Well, maybe I should save more for retirement perhaps. Anyway - it's great to see you again. I'm meeting a friend for dinner pretty soon, though, so I gotta run."
"Sure - good to see you, too." Yard enters the storage facility while Trox heads to dinner.
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Joe Kundlak
Slovakia
Bratislava
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Pilot Episode
Scene 6
Characters: Trent McLees
Focus: Character
Agenda: As promised to Trox, Trent is going to see Khanshaa Mimbwomo - his contact from the underworld business - to put in a word for him and have the police look a different way.
Producer Budget: 15
Fan Mail
Pool: 5
FlyingArrow: 1
Vadia: 1
On nights as this one people are literally pouring out and in again to have some fun at last. However Trent is on a different business. We see him taking his car downtown to the native liberian district, which is certainly not known for its hospitality, especially towards international crowdfolk. However, the services that Trent sometimes uses and which in turn then use him, have taught him some tricks to prolong his life down there.
He parks at a brightly lit three-story building with a bodyguard outside the door and waves a hand at him as he passes. The bodyguard grunts something in the local language and the heavy oaken door opens inwards. Dimmed lights casting various shadows dominate the inner gallery and Trent sees a few dark figures in dark suits, never really far from a weapon of any kind.
He stops just behind the door and waits. After a while one of the figures steps closer and after a totally unnecessary, but otherwise regularly employed inspection Trent is directed up the stairs.
Arriving at the first floor he sees no one in the hall, only light behind one door. He walks to it and knocks twice. The soft murmur of voices inside lowers down a bit and the door finally opens.
"Welkomm Trentoon, my frend!" Khanshaa booms with a deep and rich voice. His 7 feet really complement his greeting. "I heer you are a friend in need, are you?"
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James Fung
United States
Berkeley
California
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"A friend in need is a friend indeed," replies Trent automatically as he greets Khanshaa with a firm handshake. Then a dark cloud passes over his face as he realizes something is not quite right with what he just said. "Though I have a different sort of need today."
"Come, sit." Mimbwomo gestures toward an open chair while he sits back behind his antique wooden desk.
As Trent sits, a woman hands him a drink, ice-tinkling, before returning to her seat at the side of the room. As the camera pulls back and circles Trent, a few more of Khanshaa's compatriots can be seen in the background, jackets casually unbuttoned, in case concealed weapons need to be accessed quickly. However, Trent isn't phased. He sits with one leg propped up on his knee and knocks back the glass in one gulp. "Ahhh! This is good stuff."
Ever the business man, Khanshaa offers, "I ken get you case, if you like. Special price, fo an old friend."
Trent sets the glass down. "I'll think about it. Your stock has generally been out of my price range."
"Alas, quality goods fetch a quality price." A big grin stretches across the giant man's face. He sits back in his chair, long arms extending past the arm rests.
"I assume there was no hitch in the last shipment."
"Not in collecting dee shipment, no. I deed have to talk to the buyer about courtesy, howevah."
A corner of Trent's lips twitches into a grimace at the mention of 'having a talk with the buyer,' but he quickly composes himself. "Well, it's good to know the new arrangement works. It will probably be months before security figures it out, and I'll tell you when they do."
"Your help, my friend, is invaluable. However, I feel you did not come all dee way up here to talk about deese."
"Right." Trent puts his empty glass with melting ice cubes down. "You heard about the murder in the port today?"
"Of course."
"The victim was a crewmember of the Kamaria. My friend is... was his direct supervisor. You know how some detectives can be. If there is no obvious culprit, anyone culprit will do. I just want to make sure my friend isn't pegged for that role."
"Your friend, deed he do it?" Khanshaa arches his hands in contemplation.
Trent waves his hand. "No, no. He's not even a suspect. But I promised him I would drop a few words to make sure he remains so. In exchange, he told me a little something about a mutual friend of ours."
After a pause, Khanshaa inquires quietly, "Katyusha Timonov?"
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Joe Kundlak
Slovakia
Bratislava
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Pilot Episode
Scene 7
Characters: Trox Ramirez
Focus: Character
Agenda: A quiet diner in the business district has Trox engaged in a conversation with Uncle Hector...
Producer Budget: 15
Fan Mail
Pool: 5
FlyingArrow: 1
Vadia: 1
Trox arrived earlier than Uncle Hector, as was their mutual custom. He chose a suitable table near one of the large windows, but one not too much exposed. Just as his Uncle liked it.
The waiter arrived soon to ask about drinks and Trox, knowing Uncle's tastes, ordered a red wine for himself and a cognac/tonic/ice combination for Hector. As he had a few minutes to spare, he also ordered some fufu with palava sauce to beat the inintial hunger.
As he was almost finished with that, Uncle Hector showed up in the doorway and was directed to the table by a passing waiter.
"Hello Trox, nice to see you again! How long has it been this time, heh?"
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Flying Arrow
United States
Pennsylvania
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"Too long, Hector. It's great to see you again."
"How's work going for you, Trox?"
"I assume you heard about the murder down at the docks? The victim worked directly for me."
"And the killer?"
"I don't know who it is."
"Better hope nobody decides it was you," Hector replied. "Honestly, Trox, I don't know why you even have that job. I mean, I fully support your employment. While not strictly necessary, it does a man good to be productive. But on a boat? And the hours they make you work."
"But I do enjoy it."
"That's very important. Especially when the paycheck is irrelevant. But that job doesn't give you the time or lifestyle to settle down. And if you're on a boat, wouldn't you at least prefer to be on one that lets you see the world?"
"Yeah, daily runs back and forth to Endit Station isn't the portrait of excitement. But we do make long-distance runs every once in a while. Next month I'll be gone for a week while we make a delivery up the coast. My job itself is always different, though. A different piece of machinery breaks every week, it seems."
"Just promise me you'll quit that job soon enough to settle down and have a family. Your parents would have wanted it."
"Oh - so now you decide to share with me about my parents," Trox said in mild irritation.
"Don't be like that. It's for your own protection."
"Do you know anything about this murder? Is it related to me? To my parents?"
"I've told you a hundred times - the money is yours. It's clean. Your parents weren't criminals. Just keep it a secret."
"Okay - my parents were clean. That doesn't say a thing about whether the murder is related to my parents' past. Don't you understand how this is driving me crazy? I mean - I certainly prefer being a millionaire or billionaire or whatever I am, at least compared to poverty. But growing up I thought we were just a normal family. Dead parents at 12. That wasn't an accident, was it?"
"Trox..."
"Of course you won't answer. You never do. You might not say anything, but that much is at least obvious. And then a few years later you drop the money on me. Drives me nuts!" A hint of anger enters Trox's voice.
"It's yours, Trox. I had to give it to you."
"You could have kept it."
"I could have. It would have been easy, but how honest would that have been? All I've done has been for you. Trox, I raised you. I've given you everything I have and more. What more do you want?"
"I want to know who I am! You even saved my life, Hector. I know you have my interest at heart, but can't you even tell me why the secret protects me?"
Hector smiles at Trox. "You know, Trox. I really don't mind these convesations. But I'm glad this only comes up about once a year."
Resigned, Trox changes the subject, "So how are things at the Mexican consulate?"
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Flying Arrow
United States
Pennsylvania
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Then all of a sudden huge aliens appeared in the sky and ate the entire world. They ate all of the other planets in the solar system as well. Finally, they ate the sun and moved on.
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Joe Kundlak
Slovakia
Bratislava
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And there goes another promising show cancelled by FOX...
(FOX in this case equals to the Producer, which is me).
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