the walls.
Two of the Arcus scientists are passed out in their chairs.
Cecil enters from one of the tunnels. He claps his hands.
CECIL (CONT’D)
Time to suit up, gentlemen. Our ride
leaves in two hours.
The two scientists begin shuffling around, looking for their spacesuits.
Another scientist enters and quickly locates his suit and helmet.
INT. ARCUS LANDING SHELL - DAY
The crew are all aboard, fully suited, and strapped in.
The pilot flips switches, then presses a button.
A jolt.
The lunar surface drops out of view through the windows.
EXT. ARCUS LANDING SHELL - LUNAR ORBIT
The landing shell approaches and docks with the orbiter.
EXT. ARCUS SPACECRAFT - EARTH ORBIT
The landing shell disengages from the orbiter. Then plunges into the atmosphere.
LOW ANGLE on descending landing shell.
Its red hot surface cools to white.
Wings sprout from either side.
It banks.
REAR ANGLE on landing shell as it heads toward Microcore off in the distance.
EXT. AGRESSION THERAPY CAMP ENTRANCE - DAY
A high wall composed of crushed cars surround the camp. The main entrance is a grandiose padded archway leading to huge wooden doors.
A sign above the doors reads:
AGGRESSION THERAPY CAMP MICROCORE.
IF YOU LEFT YOUR PROBLEMS AT HOME, GO BACK AND GET THEM!
Jeremy and Tara are there waiting.
TARA
Remind me why we came here.
JEREMY
Because Cecil invited us. I know that his
people have been taking good care of you
since I've been gone.
TARA
I know, but an Aggression Therapy Camp? I
don't have any aggressions to take out.
JEREMY
Give it a chance. It might be fun.
Besides, Cecil said this is a great way
for he and I to re-acclimate our bodies
after nearly a week of weightlessness.
TARA
I'll try to keep an open mind.
JEREMY
By the way, why did you quit your job at
the Ozone Repair Project?
TARA
I got bored with it. Besides, I got
another job offer.
Cecil arrives. They all enter the camp.
INT. AGGRESSION THERAPY CAMP - DAY
The camp is filled with climbing cages, battered buildings, huge slingshots, and heavy duty catapults.
Large steel frames with hundreds of glass windows, many of them broken, sit on small islands within several large ponds.
Ropes hang from trees.
Balls, bricks, and boulders are scattered all over the place.
They come upon a climbing cage.
It extends a hundred yards skyward.
Its broad base angles outward.
Huge metal supports snake up through its interior.
CECIL
My employees love this place. Do you like
to climb, Tara?
TARA
Not really.
CECIL
Come on, it'll be good for you.
TARA
(surrendering with raised arms)
Lead the way.
CECIL
