SASHA is in a straight jacket sitting on the floor. The room
is bare. Sasha is filthy, her hair matted, her complexion
pale. She has circles under her eyes. Sasha tries to wipe
her nose with the elbow of her jacket.
We HEAR the sound of as door opening. A bean of light falls
on Sasha and then fall away as the door shuts with a solid
Sasha looks up at the person who entered. A plate of food
slides across the floor, which stops immediately in from of
Sasha. We CUT TO to INGRID who rises into frame.
Ingrid is wearing a uniform, either police-like, maybe a
touch of military. A gun is holstered on a belt. She is
holding an iPad. A Motorola walkie talkie is also attached
to her belt. She swipes through a page or two on her iPad.
We have learned your name. Sasha
Starr. It is embarrassing that it
took this long. I think you should
I am not a fucking dog. Take this
Ingrid pauses. She un-clips the walkie from her belt.
(into the walkie)
I'm in Rubber Room 3C. You got us
on the monitor?
Can you send two orderlies in to
remove the jacket.
Is that wise?
Ingrid places the walkie back on her belt.
We know you don't work for
Greenpeace, or the Wildlife Fund.
The National Resources Defense
Council is virtually a subsidiary
of my employer. The United States
Environmental Protection Agency,
the US Fish and Wildlife Service
and the National Park Service are
all line items on our budget. No
one in these organizations has any
record of you.
The door opens, two men in orderly uniforms walks in, yank
Sasha up to remove her straight jacket, which they do iwth
marvelous speed. They rip it off and toss Sasha down on the
You can leave.
The orderlies leave. The door shuts. Sasha goes to the
plate of food on the floor and eats the scrambled eggs with
We own the 350.org Group. Green
Cross International is essentially
a lobby for Flexon Noble, not to
mention the Nature Conservancy, the
Rainforest Alliance, Earthwatch,
The Green Alliance, the John Muir
Foundation and the Earth Liberation
Army. To name a few. We support
all these organizations. And not
one...not one has heard of Sasha
Sasha has finished the eggs. The food is blissful for Sasha
and gives her a sense of well being and strength.
So who do you work for?
Your hostility is really rather
quaint. Without Flexon Noble, a
the world's economy as we know it
would cease to exist.
Flexon Noble will one day cease to
Yes. Of course. Who do you work
I work for myself.
Platform 47, otherwise known as
Deepwater Skyline, was destroyed by
123 carefully rigged aluminum tubes
packed with Semtex. The Semtex was
wired to a wireless receiver that
served as a trigger. When all 123
tubes of Semtex exploded, the four
spires holding the oil platform
collapsed, snapping the drill pipe,
and killing all 68 men and 3 women
on the rig. Thankfully the blowout
protector shut preventing an oil
Am I supposed to laugh that Flexon
gives a shit about oil spills.
I think you miss the point. You
murdered 71 human beings.
Then why not turn me into the
Because we are the authority, Ms.
Starr. The terror perpetrated on
Deepwater Skyline required the
planning of dozens of people. It
necessitated money and expertise.
Who do you work for Ms. Starr?
Sasha walks up to Ingrid. Ingrid takes this as a threat and
pulls her gun from the holster, aiming it at Sasha. But
Sasha does not stop and before Ingrid can do anything, Sasha
hots the gum out of Ingrid's hand. The gun flies to the
floor. And then Sasha leans into Ingrid and spits on her
Sasha backs off and starts to laugh. Ingrid remains calm.
She pulls a handkerchief from her pocket and wipes her face.
The door flings open. Two orderlies rush in and grab Sash
and through her violently to the floor, restraining her. The
orderlies hold Sasha's arms tightly behind her back. Sasha's
knees are on the floor, and she looks up at Ingrid with crazy
Ingrid settles, walks calmly to her gun, picks it up and
holsters it. She looks at her iPad and swipes through a few
One of our assets in the EPA was
gracious enough to run your name
through a computer and discovered
that you have a step sister who is
the administrative assistant to
Michael Brune, the Executive
Director of the Sierra Club. Your
step sister's name is Hilda Muir
Funk. Hilda Muir Funk is the great
great great granddaughter of John
Muir, the founder of the Sierra
Club. The connection was odd, but
we dismissed it as coincidence. We
have viewed the Sierra Club as
nothing more than an over-eager
Hilda had nothing to do with this.
(to the orderlies)
You may leave her. She ate the
The orderlies drop Sasha to the floor and leave. Sasha's
anger rises and she hits the plate which had contained the
scrambled eggs. She is starting to feel weak.
I believe you have just confirmed
that hiking is only part of what
the Sierra Club is all about.
Perhaps they have a terrorist wing.
You enslave me in this prison, you
drug me and starve me. Who is the
Flexon Noble that gets to define
who a terrorist is. Because, well,
because we are the law. We are
performing our moral duty to make
certain the world receives every
drop of oil it needs to make
people's lives better. Taking away
oil is the same as taking away
oxygen. And we will eliminate
anyone that threatens peace,
tranquility and the livelihood and
health of mankind.
You feel it necessary to convince
It is my job description to abscond
and convert. I am converting.
Tell me about the Sierra Club?
Does their terrorist wing have a
name? Who supervises its
What did you give me?
Shall I assume it is Hilda Muir
Funk? You know it has been our
experience that blood is thicker
than money. Blood interferes with
the business of oil.
Hilda has nothing to do with this.
I told you. Please leave her
Just give me a name. Give me
something. I need something,
There is no name.
You would murder 72 of our
employees and yet feel so
passionate about saving the life of
your step sister. Morality is a
relative thing, isn't it.
When you have all the power, you
are in no position to make moral
Sasha falls further to the floor. Ingrid unclips her walkie.
(into the walkie)
Ingrid in Rubber Room 3C. I wish to
maintain jurisdiction over subject.
Ingrid re-clips the walkie.
There will be no further need for
the straightjacket. That is my
gift to you. You are a strong
woman, Sasha. I respect that.
And...I like you. We'll continue
our work. In this...complicated
world, it is important to have
Ingrid turns and leaves. The CAMERA dollies into Sasha, who
is on the floor, but looks up. Her knowing rage is a beam of
light punching out from the drugged haze she is feeling. As
the door opens, a light shines on her face. When the door
CUT TO BLACK.