By Noah Stern:
INT. A HOUSE IN WUHAN, CHINA - 8:30 PM
A child is laying in bed with a thermometer in his mouth. He coughs at random and inconvenient intervals
BOY'S MOTHER
(IN CHINESE) wow honey you seem really sick
BOY
(IN CHINESE BUT NASALLY)Yes, mother, I’m coming down with something
FADE OUT
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INT. WHITE HOUSE - 8:30 AM (THE SAME MOMENT JUST A DIFFERENT TIME ZONE)
MIKE PENCE
(LOOKING UP FROM PAPERWORK)I sense a disturbance.
KAREN PENCE
What’s the matter, sir?
MIKE PENCE
Something is very wrong Karen, but I don’t know what...
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INT. CDC HEADQUARTERS - NEXT DAY
Enter ROBERT R. REDFIELD, Director of the CDC, who begins pacing about his office.
His intercom rings.
ROBERT R. REDFIELD
(ANSWERS CALL)Dammit, Christine, I told you don’t let anyone through!
DONALD TRUMP (OVER PHONE)
Hello Robert.
ROBERT R. REDFIELD
(TAKEN ABACK) Mr. President! Oh my God, I’m so sorry! Please sir what did you have to say?
DONALD TRUMP
I presume you’ve heard about this virus?
ROBERT R. REDFIELD
Yes, of course sir. I’ve been making calls all day. Our colleagues in Beijing won’t get back to us.
DONALD TRUMP
Well that makes sense.
ROBERT R. REDFIELD
And why is that, Mr. President?
DONALD TRUMP
Because I had all of the CDC’s phone lines cut last night.
ROBERT R. REDFIELD almost falls off his desk in shock.
ROBERT R. REDFIELD
(TRYING TO KEEP CALM) And why is that, sir?
DONALD TRUMP
Because you’re lying to me, Robert. Not just to me, but to the American people.
TRUMP hangs up.
A knock is heard from behind ROBERT R. REDFIELD’s door, followed by “FBI, open up!”
ROBERT R. REDFIELD slams his phone into the receiver multiple times while screaming profanities.
*A flashbang goes off in the office and the audio becomes muffled. A high-pitched ringing is heard*
*The camera pans around the office, centering on ROBERT R. REDFIELD’s desktop computer. He is seen being arrested in the blurry foreground*
ROBERT R. REDFIELD’s computer is full of files that implicate him in a bioweapon terrorism scheme.
FADE OUT
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INT. OVAL OFFICE
DONALD TRUMP
(HANGS UP PHONE and turns to face a man who is out of the shot) Well, son of a bitch. I can’t believe you were right about him. I guess I should put you in charge of containing this thing.
*The camera swivels to reveal MIKE PENCE wearing aviator sunglasses a la Top Gun*
MIKE PENCE
Thank you Mr. President, but I’m just doing my job.
JARED KUSHNER
(SITTING ON COUCH, EXASPERATED) That’s not even close to what your job is!
MIKE PENCE produces a Walther PPK pistol from inside his suit jacket. He shoots JARED KUSHNER in the knee cap.
DONALD TRUMP
Haha.
MIKE PENCE exits the oval office.
FADE OUT
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