INT. PENTHOUSE - LIVING ROOM - DAY

The place is bone quiet, sparkling clean.  A slight
breeze drifts the curtains covering some French doors.
The light of day reveals the immensity of this room.

INT. MASTER BEDROOM - A MINUTE LATER

David wanders in, fully clothed in his biosuit.
No one's here.  The bed looks like it hasn’t even been
slept in.  He watches the curtains covering these
French doors, lost in their rolling movement.  Long
curtains, touching the floor...

A shape starts to come into focus behind the curtains,
looming larger, darker.  A VOICE SINGING...

David is suddenly self-conscious.  He splits.

INT. LIVING ROOM - SECONDS LATER

David enters and turns with open mouth, ready to 
call out, but sees

GRACE

on the balcony, pistol in hand.  Pointed right at
him.  She wears a beautiful, expensive silk robe.
They regard each other.

                    GRACE
          You gonna put ‘em up?

                    DAVID
          I --

                    GRACE
          Up.

He complies and opens his mouth, but --

                    GRACE
          Who are you?  And what the hell
          are you doing in my house?

                    DAVID
          My name is David Chan.  I’m
          alone, and I want to talk to
          you.

                    GRACE
          You better be alone.  ‘Cause if
          you’re not... well no one’s gonna
          miss you, right Dave?

                    DAVID
          David.  I’m alone.  I promise.
		
                    GRACE
              (it hits her)
          You were here, right?  At the
          party?

                    DAVID
          Yes.  I saw some of your friends,
          followed them here.  I watched a
          little bit and left, that’s all.

Grace’s anger is building.  David tries to calm her.

                    DAVID
          I liked your costume --

                    GRACE
          Damn!  That idiot Brad!  I
          thought it was the beer and
          he was just -- what do you
          want?

                    DAVID
          Your help.  I --
		
                    GRACE
          You don’t look like military.

                    DAVID
          I’m not.  I’m leading a team of
          specialists from IO.  We’re part
          of a task force searching for the
          origins of the virus.  Grace --

                    GRACE
          Damn, anything you don’t know?

                    DAVID
          I overheard.  Grace.  My arms
          are getting tired.

                    GRACE
          Then put ‘em down.

Relieved, he lowers --

                    GRACE
          When I tell you to.

He looks at her.  She straightens the gun at him.  
He puts ‘em back up.

                    DAVID
          I’m not armed.  You can check.

                    GRACE
          I will.
		
Silence.

                    DAVID
          When?

Silence.

                    DAVID
          This would be much easier if
          you would come down and talk.
          Easier for me anyway.

Silence.  His arms are having a tough time.

                    DAVID
          I’m not going to run away or
          pull a gun or anything.  I
          promise.

Silence.

                    DAVID
          Look...
		
He motions to a sofa right below the balcony.  

                    DAVID
          Bet that’s pretty soft.  Why
          don’t you jump on down?

His arms are wavering and waggling.

                    DAVID
          Grace?

His elbows are slipping to shoulder height.

                    DAVID
          Dammit, I --

Like a blink, Grace disappears.  We HEAR FOOTSTEPS.
And then she reappears ten feet from David.  Whose
arms dangle at his sides as he tries to get some 
life back into those things.  She glows in triumph.

                    GRACE
          On the floor.

Is she serious?  She is.  And he needs her help, so
down he goes.

                    GRACE
          No, on your face.  Hands on
          your back.

                    DAVID
          Careful, please.  Don’t rip
          the biosuit.
		
She looks around, searching.  Finally, she removes 
the belt from her robe, holding her robe closed with
her other hand.  She leans over him.  Ties his hands
together.  Frisks him.  Nothing.

                    DAVID
          Okay?

                    GRACE
          Get up.

David rolls onto his side, bends his knees.  Rolls
forward so that his head and the bottom half of his
legs rest on the floor.  He pushes himself up onto 
his knees.  And stands.

                    GRACE
          Where’d you learn that? 

                    DAVID
          Anti-terrorism school.  Required
          training for IO executives.

                    GRACE
          Then why didn’t you put your
          hands up when you saw my gun?

                    DAVID
          I don’t have guns pulled on me
          every day.

                    GRACE
              (motions to a chair)
          Sit.

                    DAVID
          Thank you.

She lowers the gun to her side, ready just in case.

                    DAVID
          What’s the gun for?

                    GRACE
          Rats.  Is that what you wanna
          talk about?

He looks at her good and hard.  She’s a tough cookie,
this one.

                    DAVID
          Okay.  Help me.  We think the
          virus started in New York.  As
          far as I can tell, you and your
          friends are the only ones here.
          And you’ve been living here
          without protection.  
		
He begins to work on his bindings.

                    DAVID
          I’d like to take some samples
          from all of you, talk to you.
          Maybe there’s a reason why
          you’re not infected.  A reason
          that could help us develop a
          vaccine.

                    GRACE
          Uh-huh.

                    DAVID
          Victor’s working on the vaccine.

She’s still unimpressed.

                    DAVID
          Your samples will be analyzed
          somewhere else.  The military,
          they don’t need to know a thing.
          You’ll be fine.  I promise.  

                    GRACE
          Yeah, you said that before.
          It still don’t mean nothing to
          me.

His binding is coming loose.

                    DAVID
          It will.

She considers him.

                    DAVID
          Is that a yes?

His hands are free.

                    DAVID
          You might save billions of
          lives.

She looks at him blankly.

                    DAVID
          The world.

                    GRACE
          I don’t care about the world.
		
                    DAVID
          Grace, this isn’t a game.
          We’re in a war.  
              (unconsciously gestures)
          We --

                    GRACE
              (points gun)
          Hey!

                    DAVID
          What?!
              (beat)
          Oh... don’t worry, I won’t --

                    GRACE
          I’m not.  Silk was a bad idea.

                    DAVID
          It felt nice.

Okay, that didn’t work.

                    DAVID
          Look, I’m not here to hurt you.
          And I know you don’t want to
          hurt me.  All I want is your
          samples and anything you might
          know.  That’s not much, is it?

                    GRACE
          You’re right.	

                    DAVID
          Thank you, Grace.  You --

                    GRACE
          It’s not much.

Hm?

                    DAVID
          Money?  You want -- but money
          means nothing now.

                    GRACE
          It will.

                    DAVID
              (a touch of sarcasm)
          An optimist.

                    GRACE
          C’mon, what’s the offer?
		
                    DAVID
          What’s the offer?  You’re
          blackmailing the world and
          you want to know how much
          I think you’re worth?

                    GRACE
          I --

David gets up...

                    GRACE
          Hey!!

... and walks towards her, holding her belt.  She
clutches her robe even tighter.

                    DAVID
          You are... priceless.

She watches him.  Then lowers the gun.

                    DAVID
          One million.

                    GRACE
          A million??  What the --
          I’m insulted.

                    DAVID
          You should be.

Beat.

                    GRACE
          Twenty.  For each one of us.

He glares at her.

                    GRACE
          Fifteen.

She watches him.

                    GRACE
          Don’t say --

                    DAVID/GRACE
              (same time)
          Ten.

                    GRACE
          Man, you people are like,
          trillionaires.  You’re trying
          to save the world, and you’re
          bargaining?
		
His patience is gone.

                    DAVID
          I could knock you over the
          head and take all the samples
          I want.  Ten.

                    GRACE
          Oh yeah?

She sizes him up.  He COULD knock her over the head.

                    GRACE
          Yeah, try it.  Gimme that.

He hands her the belt.

                    GRACE
              (redoing her robe)
          Cheap bastard.

                    DAVID
          Thank you.

EXT. LIVING ROOM TERRACE - A LITTLE LATER

David watches Grace look at the city, a touch of
enchantment in her eyes.

                    DAVID
          Why are you still here?

                    GRACE
          It’s New York.  And it’s ours
          now.  It’s beautiful.  Look
          at it.  Empty.  Finally.

He does look at the city.  In an odd way, the
stillness is comforting.  Then the spell is broken 
and he snaps out of it.  Starts to head inside.  
But she holds onto the railing and looks out.

                    DAVID
          You shouldn’t be in the sun
          without protection.

                    GRACE
          I don’t care.

                    DAVID
          You want your grandkids to
          see an old, wrinkly grandma?

Huh?
		
                    DAVID
          You should care.  How old
          are you?

                    GRACE
          Old enough.  To be your
          granddaughter.

Ouch.  She looks up at the bright sky with it’s evil
beating sun and closes her eyes, soaking it all in.

                    GRACE
          It must’ve been nice before
          the ozone got screwed up.

                    DAVID
          I’m not that old.

She laughs.

                    DAVID
          Come on.

She ignores him.

                    GRACE
          I hardly ever get to see the
          park during the day.

                    DAVID
          Why not?  You're not vampires.

                    GRACE
          With you people around, we
          have to be.

                    DAVID
          You can look at it later.
          Come on.

                    GRACE
          But I’m moving.

                    DAVID
          I don’t know.  I don’t think
          you’re going to find a better
          view.

                    GRACE
          I won’t even try.  Problem is
          you know I’m here.
              (turns to him)
          I’m not kidding, Dave.  We’re
          not going to those camps.  We
          will kill anyone who tries to
          make us.  We’re free, we’re
          staying free.
		
                    DAVID
          I --

                    GRACE
          Yeah, you promise.  I know.

He smiles at her temerity.

                    GRACE
          What are you looking at?

David just smiles.
		
                    GRACE
          Don’t tell me I remind you
          of someone.

                    DAVID
          Oh no.  You’re an original.

She smirks.  He takes out pen and paper.

                    DAVID
          I’m giving you a number to
          call, but not for anyone here.
          Victor’s private number.  You
          call him when you talk to your
          friends, he’ll call me.

                    GRACE
          Mm-hm.  Or I could call you.

                    DAVID
          You’re not worried it can be
          traced?

                    GRACE
          I move too fast.  I know this
          city better than any of you.

                    DAVID
          You grew up here?  What’s
          your last name?

                    GRACE
          Gimme your number.

He starts to write.

                    GRACE
          I have a good memory.

                    DAVID
          I’d rather --
		
                    GRACE
          C’mon, c’mon.

                    DAVID
              (beat, then writes
               as he talks)
          116-464-559-928-3560.
              (hands her the paper)
          Just in case.

                    GRACE
          I’ll call you.

                    DAVID
          When?

                    GRACE
          When I know.

                    DAVID
          Next couple of days?

                    GRACE
          If that’s when I know.

                    DAVID
          Okay.  
              (beat)
          You have one day.

She eyes him.  He turns to leave, turns back.

                    DAVID
          Where’d all of you get those
          night vision glasses?

                    GRACE
          The night sights?  Spy shop
          on Third.

He admires their smarts.

                    DAVID
          Good-bye, Grace.

He leaves.  She crumples up the paper and throws it
over the terrace.  She looks at the city.  Her city.

                    DAVID’S VOICE
          Victor, she’ll do it.
		

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