49. Tea Garden - Day

• FADE IN:


• EXT. TEA GARDEN - DAY


• MIRIAM walks slowly along the narrow path the twists through the small garden.


• Tables with patrons sipping tea and speaking in low voices are scattered strategically throughout the area.


• The garden has a quaint English sensibility fused with the intricate mystery of a Japanese space.


• Miriam comes to a table near a bamboo grove. A stand sits on the table. It holds a small card with a brush-stroked 7.


• Miriam looks at her receipt then sits at the table.


• She can hear the gurgle of a stream on the other side of the grove.


• Miriam pulls her receipt from her pocket, inspects it, then sits at the table.


• She can hear the gurgle of a stream on the other side of the grove.


• She closes her eyes, warm sun playing across her face and lets out a contended sigh.


• CONTROL STATION 45 - DAY


• RICKY sits in the dingy room, staring out of the large window in front of him at the rows upon rows of people locked in restive sleep. They are filthy, covered in rashes and sores, and chained to hospital beds. Wires drilled into their skulls criss cross to conduits in the walls.


• Miriam lies on one of the cots, dressed in drab sweats, tossing and murmuring.


• Ricky looks over as BERNDT, a calm looking young man dressed in a lab coat enters.


• RICKY
• Why do we waste time doing this? We should have had them all executed a long time ago...I don't need my tax money going to this.


• BERNDT
• President Taylor's right though, it's the humane thing to do. Let the subhumans have their own little mental playgrounds...they can romp in their little commie fantasies, and we can pull the subversives from our streets.


• RICKY
• I'm still all for executions...quick, efficient, and lower taxes. I was really excited about Garvey's platform...


• He shrugs.


• RICKY
• You would be.


• BERNDT
• Whatever, I guess we keep the subs alive for now...but one of these days....


• FADE TO BLACK.