Drones

FADE BACK TO

JO’S EYES.

INT. JEEP

BILBAO

This is beyond my jurisdiction.

JO

Who asked you?

BAKER

He’s a psychologist.

JO

What would he know?

BILBAO

Well you speak of a sort of induced depression.

JO

It’s not depression.

BAKER

Are you feeling low right now?

BILBAO

I’ve heard of binaural beats that drove annoyance among normal individuals.

BAKER

But that couldn’t be anything permanent.

BILBAO

No of course not.

BAKER

Right temporary.

BILBAO

Obviously revelation is subject to the individual but at the end of the day you are still firing neurons that have been positioned physically by gravity.

BAKER

Amen to that.

Jo hears Baker say “Amen” and it echo’s in her ears. The Amen becomes a drone. She turns in her chair and slashes at Bilbao’s face. Blood splatters on the seat. Baker can’t believe what she has done-no time-she’s choking him with her bear hands.

JO

Science…will never…replace….god.