EXT. CRANSTON ENTERPRISES - DAY

               Establishing shot. Very tall, very shiny and very window
               biased building standing in perfect symmetry.

                                   TOUR GUIDE (PRELAP)
                         And of course! What tour cannot
                         begin without a brief explanation
                         of Cranston Enterprises?

                                                              CUT TO:

               INT. LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

               A tour guide in his early twenties, longish blonde hair and
               a shirt with rolled up sleeves addresses a group of
               visitors of various ages and nationalities.

               All with a strangely wide smile on his face.

               On his chest is a little name tag with a hastily scribbled
               "My Name Is Billy!" On it.

               The "E" is backwards. And the grin is ever there.

                                   BILLY
                         Now if you'd like to follow me
                         around this little bend, we can
                         finally get to the "interesting"
                         stuff.

               They begin to walk around the corner.

                                                              CUT TO:

               INT. SIDE LOBBY - CONTINUOUS

               Billy and the tourists head to another area of the lobby -
               and he stops.

                                   BILLY
                         Okay, now I need to ask you: how
                         many people here really know what
                         Bra - I mean Cranston Enterprises
                         makes?

               An again man lifts his hand.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                             (points to him)
                         The heartbreaker here?

                                   MAN
                         The forefront of technology?

               He JUMPS as Billy claps his hands in an excited over
               reaction, and Billy turns and raises his hands high. 

                                   BILLY
                         Oh yes! The new technology of
                         tomorrow! Why didn't I think of
                         that?
                             (turns back)
                         You want to know what amazing -
                             (whispers)
                         - and not to mention top secret -
                             (normal voice)
                         - think they're planning here
                         next?

               ...There's a strange mumour of "go on then" from the crowd.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                             (loudly, sales pitch
                              mode)
                         Okay! Imagine that you are at
                         home, watching the television. 
                             (gasp)
                         But oh no! Due to modern
                         technology not everything you
                         want to watch is actually on the
                         network that you want to watch,
                         which means that you'll have to
                         change the channel.

               He fishes into his pocket, grabbing something - but doesn't
               pull it out.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                         Now you'd get out of your chair
                         and push a button on the TV,
                         right? Well not any more thanks
                         to - 

               He pulls out - 

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                         THE REMOTE CONTROL! Look at it!
                         It's great, you can increase
                         obesity throughout the great
                         nation of America by being lazy
                         enough to not change the...

               HANDS slam on his shoulders.

               He shuts up and looks to both sides, seeing two big suited
               security guards looking at him through cliched sunglasses.

               He glances at his watch.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                         Never beaten three minutes yet.

                                                              CUT TO:

               INT. CEO'S OFFICE - MINUTES LATER

               The doors open and Billy walks through, sans nametag, and
               stops as he glances to the main desk to see a man in his
               mid-fifties leaning back, hands together and staring
               daggers through Billy.

               Billy takes a step forward, noticing an image of him in a
               High School Graduation gown with the man on his desk
               standing next to him.

               The man, HOWARD CRANSTON, leans forward - shaking his head.

                                   HOWARD
                         I thought you were supposed to be
                         working on your final year
                         project.

               Billy sits on a chair, and rests his feet on the table in
               front of him.

                                   BILLY
                         Did it.

                                   HOWARD
                         In the sat down and did the...if
                         I read the specification right,
                         ninety plus hours of work, sense
                         of the phrase "did it"?

                                   BILLY
                             (nods)
                         I flow in triple-time.

               A long, deep breath increases the tension between the two
               of them.

                                   HOWARD
                         Why aren't you doing the work?

                                   BILLY
                         Because I'm bored.

                                   HOWARD
                         But you know you can pass.

                                   BILLY
                         But I'm bored.

                                   HOWARD
                         It's too late now, you've had
                         three years to drop out - and I
                         don't want money spent to pay for
                         you to go to waste.

               Beat.

                                   BILLY
                         Yeah, I think you might've gotten
                         the memo somewhere that I'm God
                         damn bored!

               Peaceful calmness remains between the both of them. It's
               completely obvious that Howard's clearly not being provoked
               by any of this.

               Billy picks up a small desk decoration of a baseball player
               and twirls in his hands.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                         You think it's fun learning about
                         pie-charts, mergers, hostile
                         takeovers and hierarchies? Trust
                         me - it's boring as sin, and
                         every time the professors and
                         lecturers utter another syllable
                         another piece of me and my
                         attention span dies.

               He throws the figure into the air, catches it.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                         It's been dying for so long my
                         attention duration has reached
                         minus figures!

               He places the figure on the table.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                         I'm meant for better than this.

               He jumps to his feet.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                         The wit, looks and the brain of
                         me is better than, than...
                             (waves arms around)
                         Any of this.

               He begins to slowly back away.

                                   BILLY (CONT'D)
                         Anyway, to keep your impression
                         of me up, I've got a party to
                         crash and get drunk at. I'm sure
                         there's plenty of unprotected sex
                         to be had as well.

               One more smile, and one more wave - and he exits.

                                   BILLY (O.S.) (CONT'D)
                         Oh - leave some dinner out when I
                         get home as well!

               Footsteps fade into silence, leaving only the breath of
               Howard remaining.

               He lowers head solemnly.

                                                           BLACK OUT.

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