OPEN: A display of a complex graphical shape, with numbers scrolling down one side. A phone rings. ABDUL Yeah? CHRIS (phone) We gotta talk about these test runs. ABDUL Yeah, I'm in the middle of one right now. Can't we talk a little later? CHRIS Seriously, I gotta talk to you. ABDUL (sighs) Alright, where are you? EXT: A shadowed street corner, looking up the road to Abdul's apartment. Abdul and Chris are standing behind a building, at the left of screen. CHRIS I think they're onto us. ABDUL That's the second time this week, Chris. We can go to the chemist tomorrow if the pills aren't working any more. CHRIS Nah, I saw a van a few blocks down. They're gonna move in. A black VW van, with lights off, rushes down the road, headed in the direction of Abdul's apartment. ABDUL Alright. I can take care of this. You made the backups, right? CHRIS (holding up a data tape) Yeah, last night. ABDUL Put it away already, we don't want to lose all the test runs. CUT TO: Horizontal-split screen [TOP] Abdul pulls out a PDA, and commences to tapping on the screen. [BOTTOM] Green text, typed: TEXT > barctl --pressure 0.75 [TOP] CUT TO: INT: Abdul's apartment. A mess of computer boxes and stacks of paper, with wires running across the floor. PAN TO: A meter at the right side of the door, marked "Air", delineated from 0 to 2 bar, with a needle dropping to 0.75 before stopping. [BOTTOM] Green text, typed: TEXT > sendserial 0b11110000 Connection lost [TOP] Screen whites out. CUT TO: EXT: Street corner ABDUL That's all four explosive lines triggered. I've dropped the air pressure, so the place doesn't blow out immediately. As long as they don't open the door, they'll be fine. CUT TO: INT: Corridor outside Abdul's apartment. A group of six men, dressed as a police squad, is striding down the corridor, camera tracking from in front. They arrive at a particular door, and stop. OFFICER (pounding on door) Police! Open up! The police officer considers for a second, then puts the palm of his hand against the door. OFFICER Shit, it's warm. Shouldn't we get the fire service or something? CAPTAIN Fuck the fire service, we need that data. Open the damn door! The officer joins another with a door-battering ram, and slams it against the door twice. CUT TO: EXT: Street corner. A few blocks behind Abdul and Chris, an apartment block is torn by an explosion, blowing out the windows of Abdul's place. A fireball emanates from the window, before flames start spewing. A car alarm is triggered nearer Abdul and Chris. ABDUL They never learn. Abdul and Chris get into Chris's car parked a few yards off, and drive away.