Episode 2, “Ten Years Not Yet Gone” | Transcript


[With a dramatic whoosh, Adnan and Isobel are now in SubTerra, 10 years in the future.]

ISOBEL: Listen closely. We don’t have much time. You and I just time-jumped ten years into the future. To the SubTerra of tomorrow. You must do everything you can to make sure it survives.

ADNAN: (horrified) M-My face. My face is numb.

ISOBEL: There’s a war coming here. Your comrades will want to give up. You can’t let them. They don’t know what you know: Archive can resurrect human life.

ADNAN: (muffled) It worked. You’re telling me it works?

ISOBEL: It works. You and I are the proof.

[We hear a steady hum.]

ISOBEL: Y Corp was powerful when you left them. That power has only grown. But they don’t know you’re here. They don’t know what you know. Use this time. Show SubTerra what’s possible. Follow the new light.

ADNAN: Wait. I need to know more. Where do I go–

ISOBEL: It’s time for you to go.

[A vortex sound swells up, like everything being swallowed into a drain.]

ADNAN: (emotional) Wait, no. Come back!

ISOBEL: Return to our home.

ADNAN: (pleading) Please. I can’t leave. Not now.

ISOBEL: Follow the new light.

ISOBEL: Promise me.

ADNAN: I promise.

ISOBEL: Our home. A new light–

[Swirling sound effects]


[Adnan wakes from his vision to the sound of winds. Dwayne and Makenna loom over him.]

ADNAN: (lethargic) A new light…

DWAYNE: (flustered) Come on, man! We gotta go.

ADNAN: Dwayne! I-I found her. It’s okay. Everything is gonna be okay.

MAKENNA: (angry) Man, shut the hell up! There’s a sandstorm coming and it’s gonna rip through our comms gear!

DWAYNE: (tense) Adnan, you have got to stand up.

ADNAN: (more energetic) I got it. It’s okay. I can stand.

[Wind blowing]

DWAYNE: Not a moment too soon. Come on!

[They pile into Dwayne’s jeep and drive off.]

DWAYNE: Makenna, you know the shortcut to New West Portal?


DWAYNE: I’ll let ‘em know we’re coming. Now, Adnan, you wanna tell me what you were thinking assaulting Makenna and running back into harm’s way?

ADNAN: Dwayne, I swear to god, I didn’t touch her.

MAKENNA: Yeah, whatever, you got your friend to do it. Same shit.

DWAYNE: (stunned) Which friend?

ADNAN: (excited) Dwayne, it was her. The same woman. And, she– Dwayne, we’ve to go back to SF.

MAKENNA: Tell me you’re joking right now.

DWAYNE: Between weaponized sand and armed robots, are you not convinced it’s unsafe out there?

MAKENNA: How does he not know any of this?

DWAYNE: It’s… a whole thing.

ADNAN: Okay, so not tonight. Tomorrow?

MAKENNA: Please let me kick his ass–

DWAYNE: He’s not going. No one is going. Adnan, why the hell could you possibly want to go back there?

ADNAN: Because my wife is there.

DWAYNE: Your wife?! You didn’t think to tell me about your wife until just now?

ADNAN: I’m telling you, Dwayne. The pieces finally came together. The memory stuff, it’s like a clear stream now.

DWAYNE: (sighs) You finally found the app for your brain, huh?

ADNAN: Yeah. Finally.

DWAYNE: Well, congratulations, but I can’t make any more excuses for you.

ADNAN: Meaning what?

DWAYNE: Look, I was in the middle of convincing Rad Sue you were a valuable addition to our community. Then you pull…all this.

ADNAN: But I just explained to you.

DWAYNE: And I’m telling you, it’s not time for you to ask favors. It’s time for you to start producing. What will you do for our community?

ADNAN: (voice deepens) All right, you really want to know? You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. I barely believe it and I saw it with my own eyes.

DWAYNE: (cynical) Try me.

ADNAN: There’s a war coming. And you’re not ready.

DWAYNE: Yeah, no shit there’s a war coming. We’ve been bracing for it since we got here.

ADNAN: But– (he hesitates) I can help you win it.

DWAYNE: Yeah? (pause) Look, man: you need some rest. Tomorrow, we’ll go see Scout.

ADNAN: Who’s Scout?

DWAYNE: Scout is the only way you’re getting into SF.

MAKENNA: (laughs) Scout?! Haha. Better not go empty-handed or they won’t even listen to your ass.


We hear the clip-clop of footsteps in a busy lobby.

MEL: Welcome to Rademacher & Fitch. Can I get your name, please?

DEVANDRA: Devandra. From Y Corp. You can call me Dee.

MEL: Dee…Hmm. Can I get your last name?

DEVANDRA: Miller. I’m here to do some paralegal work for Ms. Rademacher.

MEL: All right, Dee. Your name’s not on here, so you’ll have to wait while we authorize you.

DEVANDRA: Hmm. (sharp breath) The thing is, I have a very full schedule today and this delay sets me back.

MEL: (condescending) Well, I’m sorry — for you — that that is the case.

DEVANDRA: I’m detecting a bit of a tone. Just so you know, when Gabriel Tau finds out that my work here was delayed, he won’t be pleased.

MEL: Look, I don’t know what to tell you–

[Mel’s phone rings. She answers.]

MEL: Just a moment, please. (pauses) Hello, Rademacher & Fitch, how can I help you? (listening) Yes. Actually she’s right here. (listening) I understand that. The problem is she’s not– (listening, typing)
I will gladly check again– (pauses) Oh, there she is. Must be some latency on our end. I do apologize.
(listening) Like I said, I apologize. Have a nice day.

[Mel lets out a long exhale.]

MEL: Welcome, Ms. Miller. Please follow me and we’ll print your ID.

DEVANDRA: Ah, no need. You can upload it to my implant.

MEL: Oh. You wear an implant?

DEVANDRA: Of course. I live in tomorrow.

MEL: Sure. (pause) Bit experimental, no?

DEVANDRA: Yes. (pause) For now.


[Dwayne and Adnan drive through rough terrain in the desert hills. The uneven ground jostles them in Dwayne’s jeep.]

DWAYNE: (laughs) You gonna keep your cookies or you gonna toss ‘em?

ADNAN: I’m fine. How much longer is it?

DWAYNE: Just over this ridge.

ADNAN: You said that two ridges ago.

DWAYNE: That little lump on the horizon? That’s where Scout lives.

ADNAN: He’ll be able to get me into the geo-fence?

DWAYNE: Scout prefers “they” as their pronoun. And, yes, if you’re trying to get into the geo-fence and back out without dying, there’s no one better.

ADNAN: You coming with us?

DWAYNE: Hell no. Too many people depend on me at SubTerra. Besides, you’re better off just two.

ADNAN: Okay, but seriously I’m going to vomit–

DWAYNE: Oh, whoa, whoa! Here we are.

[SCOUT walks out.]

SCOUT: Dwayne! Hey, wow, it’s been, what…three and a half months?!

DWAYNE: Something like that. How you been, my friend?

SCOUT: Much better if you tell me you have more of those vintage transformers! Those things rrripped and I’m, like, thiiis close to finishing up my renewable grid.

DWAYNE: Lemme ask Makenna about that. In the meantime, Scout, I want you to meet Adnan Lem. You two got a lot in common.

SCOUT: Huh. Like what?

DWAYNE: You’re both builders. You’re both a little crazy…

SCOUT: (mocking) Oooh…”crazy.” (pause) So whaddaya build, Adnan?

ADNAN: I’m an inventor. I built… It’s called Archive. It’s like a rewind button for organic and inorganic matter.

DWAYNE: (skeptical) I thought that was a Y Corp thing.

ADNAN: It is. But it started as an Adnan Lem thing.

DWAYNE: That is what I’m talking about! We could use the shit out of something like that down here.

SCOUT: Ahh…It’s experimental and buggy as hell in uncontrolled settings. And it gets more and more so as the complexity of the thing you’re trying to recreate increases–

ADNAN: (talks faster) “Recreate” isn’t…accurate. More like revitalize or re-start. And the complexity isn’t– Wait, how do you know all this, by the way?

SCOUT: I read, like, every single last damn thing I could find about Archive after the launch.

ADNAN: So, Y Corp announced it to the public?

SCOUT: Yeah. Like, a year ago, dude. (pause) Or more. Where’ve you been?

ADNAN: (murmurs) Great question.

DWAYNE: So, Gabriel Tau really was your buddy? Damn, I– Wait, does he know where you are right now?!

ADNAN: I– (pauses, sighs) Apologies, but related to the whole finding my brain files thing, all I can say is I’m pretty sure they don’t.

DWAYNE: Pretty sure ain’t good enough.

SCOUT: If they knew, they’d be here by now.

ADNAN: Wait… The woman I was running after — She knows. She told me that Y Corp doesn’t know I’m here yet. That gives us an advantage.

DWAYNE: An advantage to do what?

ADNAN: To locate the database where my Archive work lives — all my research, all my notes. And… Oh, shit. I think I know a place where I can access the Y Corp server.

SCOUT: Where’s that?

ADNAN: SF. West of Twin Peaks.

SCOUT: Ooh. Fancy. Didn’t know Y Corp had offices up in bougie-ville.

ADNAN: (defensive) It’s not bougie-ville. It’s my home. (pause) Anyway, if I can get all that, I can rebuild a device.

DWAYNE: Just so you know, the only reason I’m signing off on this is because we need a device like Archive yesterday.

SCOUT: (under their breath) Even though it’s buggy as shit.

DWAYNE: Whatever. Now, once you find it, you’re still on the hook to help us. No cut and run. You got that?

ADNAN: Deal. 100 percent.

DWAYNE: Scout, what are the chances you can get him where he needs to go?

SCOUT: (sighs) Hard, not impossible. What are you paying again?

DWAYNE: Same as usual: credits and access to SubTerra One resources.

SCOUT: What about new, non-fried transformers?

DWAYNE: I’ll see what I can do.

SCOUT: It’s gotta be new, non-fried transformers or no deal.

ADNAN: Scout, Archive can make your fried transformers good as new.

SCOUT: Buggy as shit, though.

ADNAN: Not when I’m using it. The process is particular but once you know the signal pathway like I do, you’ll do no wrong.

SCOUT: Yeah?

ADNAN: Oh, yes.

[Scout paces, starts talking to themselves.]

SCOUT: (murmuring) You wanna do it? I wanna do it. You wanna do it? What if he’s lying? But do you wanna do it? Even if he is lying, we don’t have the resources for that. You wanna do it?

SCOUT: (out loud) I wanna do it.


[As Devandra enters the office of Susan Rademacher, Sue is finishing up a phone call.]

RAD SUE: Yes, we’re aligned there.

[Door creaks open.]

RAD SUE: Look, I gotta go. (hangs up) Hi. You must be Devandra Miller.

DEVANDRA: Ms. Rademacher, please call me Dee. It’s a pleasure–

RAD SUE: (no nonsense vibe) Susan works just fine. Let’s get to it, yeah? I’m assuming you already know the details of the Adnan Lem case.

DEVANDRA: Backwards and forwards.

RAD SUE: Sure you do. Now, this is a very serious accusation we’re lobbing at Mr. Lem. Scandalous, even. But I run a law firm not a tabloid. If we can do this without generating headlines, that’s a win. So, let’s get it right.

DEVANDRA: Absolutely. But you agree the audio on those Monitor logs is pretty damning?

RAD SUE: Mm-hmm. And with all the biometric data Monitor collects, it’s essentially as good as an eyewitness. The whole thing is a layup to ruin this guy for life. It feels too easy. Like a setup. So…did you?

DEVANDRA: (laughs) I’m sorry. Did I what?

RAD SUE: I found your bona fides online. And I see your designer clothes. Why are you doing contract paralegal work for Gabriel Tau?

DEVANDRA: I do quite a few things for Gabriel. This role is but one facet.

RAD SUE: (skeptical) Is it, now? (pauses) Now let me ask you this: why do you think Adnan Lem, a family man, was openly plotting with known terrorists on his employer’s comm line?

DEVANDRA: (deep exhale) People are irrational, Susan. That’s no revelation, is it? Mr. Lem and his family were under quite a bit of stress, you know.

RAD SUE: (sigh) Sure; his daughter.

DEVANDRA: (growing bolder) Her health is deteriorating. His marriage is crumbling. He’s butting heads with his employer — I mean, this is a recipe for volatility, no? Mr. Lem himself has admitted to being unstable at times.

[A silent beat passes.]

RAD SUE: Well, there’s only one thing left to do then.

DEVANDRA: Tell me and it’s done.

RAD SUE: I’m ordering a digital autopsy on that call to confirm its authenticity. If it were artificially sourced, there’s ways to find out.

DEVANDRA: Supposing that investigation leads you to doubt the veracity of the call. What then?

RAD SUE: Then we scrap the charge. We have more than enough to give Tau what he wants without ruining this man’s life. There’s literally a sentence on Lem’s employee contract that seals this whole thing up in our favor.

DEVANDRA: (angry) This isn’t how he wants it.

RAD SUE: Well, it’s how I want it.

[Pause. Devandra stands.]

DEVANDRA: Excuse me…

RAD SUE: Restroom is down the hall to the left. And I’ll make sure Mel comes to see you out. Best of luck to you, Ms. Miller.

[Clip-clopping of shoes out of the room.]


[Scout and Adnan are in their hover car floating in the liminal space just outside of the SF Geo-Fence. This half-parklet/half-dry dirt area is patrolled by drones flying overhead and driving along the perimeter — no humans.]

ADNAN: Scout, I have some guesses but can you tell me why we’ve circled the perimeter five times?

SCOUT: I don’t appreciate the sarcasm.

ADNAN: No, I genuinely can’t figure it out.

SCOUT: You said you had some guesses. Tell me your guesses.

ADNAN: To mimic drone patterns?

SCOUT: Close. We start by programming my hover car to mimic the flight patterns. Then we feed them into an algorithm in my dashboard that identifies the blind spots. Then we sort of…nestle inside of them. We’re all but invisible on the way in.

ADNAN: What about the swarm configurations once we enter the gates?

SCOUT: (shrugging) Oh, check this out…

[We hear a whirring sound as the anti-surveillance mechanisms drop into place around Scout’s hover car.]

ADNAN: Whoa.

SCOUT: Green screens! All over the exterior of my hover-car. They run a photo-real graphic of an official city vehicle. ID plates and everything.

ADNAN: Clever. But what happens if they run the plates?

SCOUT: Then a bot alerts some lazy security tech that the same government vehicle was in two places at once. Then they have to check if it’s a glitch. By that point, it’s a full 12 hours before they’ve even begun to look into it.

ADNAN: So it’s all stop-gaps on top of stop-gaps. You’re not nervous?

SCOUT: Nah. Everything on the way into SF is all automated. It’s like logging on to a website. Speaking of which…

[A loud electronic ping like a massive bell on the door to enter the world sounds.]

SCOUT: We are now entering the inner track… And segueing into city traffic.

ADNAN: Oh, wow.

SCOUT: Welcome back to SF.

ADNAN: This all looks so different than I remembered.

SCOUT: Why, what do you remember?

ADNAN: Archive was a wild idea we’d announced to a roomful of investors. The geo-fence was still under construction but it was gonna be an open-air park, not a gated community. And implants were this hot new thing for really rich people, but not even all rich people used them yet. I had a job at Y Corp. (pause) And I had a wife, and a little girl, and a house…

SCOUT: Sounds pretty cool. I moved out of SF five years ago when my mom died. Hospital bills left my dad broke so we left for the outskirts in an RV. We were actually doing pretty well until he died last year. That’s the year the outskirts dried up for good. (pauses) I came out to him that year. I came out to his actual dead body. Kinda fucked up but I had to do it.

ADNAN: Oh, I’m… I’m so sorry.

SCOUT: Anyway, whatever, whatever. I didn’t see any of those things happen to SF. I just read about them. All I do is read and fix things.

ADNAN: You sure got damn good at fixing things.

SCOUT: Hey, thanks, man. You know, I had to just get my mind off of shit. If things were gonna just burn down, I needed something else to think about. Building up this car, writing this funky algorithm — I just need to work, trick my brain for, like, a split second…

[Vehicle decelerates.]

SCOUT: Ah, shit.

ADNAN: What? Wait, why are we slowing down?

SCOUT: So, we got a choice here and I sort of want you to let me make it.

ADNAN: Tell me.

SCOUT: Will you let me?

ADNAN: No, tell me first.

SCOUT: Ugh. There’s a higher than usual concentration of drones in your neighborhood. Like, much higher.

ADNAN: What about the green screens? Aren’t we safe enough?

SCOUT: Well, it’s managed risk, right? With this concentration of surveillance, the stop-gaps get very gappy.

ADNAN: Scout, just tell me, what are our options?

SCOUT: Well… We could go home.

ADNAN: What?!

SCOUT: This concentration is temporary. If they haven’t made an arrest in 12 hours, they’ll disperse. We could also create a distraction somewhere else in the city to buy us time. Lots of options, but not if we strike right now.

ADNAN: No way. We can’t give up. Not now.

SCOUT: No, no. We’re not “giving up.” (murmuring) Shit, this is why I didn’t want you to decide! (louder) It sets us back a day at most. I won’t even charge you extra.

ADNAN: (frustrated) Well, I don’t have a day! (pauses) If there is a chance let’s do it. You said so yourself. Hard but doable.

SCOUT: Urrrrgggh…

[Scout taps his feet, nervously.]

SCOUT: Tell me something nice. Something you remember about your home.

ADNAN: What?!

SCOUT: You’re not gonna listen to my advice! So let me have some good vibes.

ADNAN: I– (exhales) I remember looking up the hill from my backyard, and I see my daughter. She’s standing behind a glass door, her leg is shaking but she can walk. She’s barefoot in a red sun dress. I can’t see her face, though. There’s just a reflection of these bright sunflowers that my wife is growing where her face should be. (pauses) That’s it.

SCOUT: That’s a nice thing to remember. Keep it in mind. For good luck.


MEL: Good night, Susan. Can I call you a car?

RAD SUE: Thanks, Mel, but I’ll walk home.

MEL: All the way to the Marina?!

RAD SUE: (snorts) All the way?! It’s only two miles?!

MEL: (chuckling, to herself) Only two miles… But, it’s so late, my dear.

RAD SUE: (amused) Good night, Mel!

[Sue leaves. The clop clop of her steps echoes. We hear another set of footsteps. We hear someone whistling a simple five note melody.]

RAD SUE: Excuse me, what the hell do you think you’re doing?

[Caleb rushes her. He chases her.]

RAD SUE: No! Get–

[We hear sounds of struggling and grunts. Caleb tackles Sue to the ground.]

CALEB: (grunting) Hold still. It’ll hurt less.

RAD SUE: Get that FUCK-ing knife away… from… me. You’re gonna–

CALEB: I’m told the incision is painless.

[He cuts into the base of her neck. Cate screeches.]

CALEB: (exhales, satisfied) There it is.

RAD SUE: (screaming) Ah!!! Son of a bitch — I’m bleeding!

CALEB: Man these implants are tinier than I expected.

RAD SUE: (whimpering) You can’t unlock it. It’s useless to you!

CALEB: (chuckling) You have no idea what’s useless to me. Have a nice night.

RAD SUE: (calling out) Mel…

[Susan is moaning on the ground screaming for help. Caleb walks away whistling the same five-note melody.]


TAU: (distorted, over the phone) Let’s take it from the top.

LUX: (deep breath) Every Y Corp product is simply a tool to access something greater. With Monitor, we turned the personal computer into a concierge, giving you better access to your digital life. With Archive, every sovereign body on the planet had equal access to the means of production. There may have been hiccups along the way. And with Implant, we gave you access to your hom e — not just the place where you sleep at night, but the markets, the parks, the beaches, the restaurants — everything inside the geo-fence is now safely available for its residents. Which brings me to phase 3. (pauses)
Next slide, please.

[Audible click]

LUX: Introducing Archive 2.0. All of the innovations, none of the bugs. We can revitalize larger and more complex materials–

TAU: Let’s stop right there. I’m… not convinced.

LUX: (stunned) Oh. Okay. What does that mean?

TAU: You sound like Lux, the employee. I want you to sound like Lux, the boss.

LUX: (laughs) Pretty sure you’re still the boss, Gabriel.

TAU: Am I? Lux, look back at the last year. By any metric, you’ve exceeded expectations. You’ve already managed to navigate an ambitious road-map under-budget and under-schedule. The geo-fence, broad adoption of implants, complete drone and human security at every porous point. Incredible. Now, tell me about phase 3 like you run shit. Tell me about it like you own it. (pauses) Ready when you are.

LUX: (deep breath, more assured) This is the largest tunnel boring machine in the world, revitalized from salvaged parts. We’re saving billions while establishing vital infrastructure — and we’re doing it all in record time. Just one of these drills will double the capacity of the SF territory in a month. And just so you know we’re serious… (pauses) We’ve built three of them.

[Gabriel claps.]

TAU: (happier) Much better.

LUX: They’re gonna ask us about the underground population. As far as I know, we haven’t mapped out an exit plan for them.

TAU: If it comes up, I’ll address it. There’s quite a bit going on behind the scenes there and all our progress hinges on handling it with extreme care. We’ve already committed to spending millions directly out of our pocket to help reintegrate off-grid residents.

LUX: Glad to hear it. I’m on team Y Corp but I’m not ordering anyone to drill through people’s homes.

TAU: Rest assured, they’ll have options. We’re not monsters. Any update on our little side project?

LUX: We’re still poring over Adnan Lem’s research. I’ll be honest, the records he left behind were… opaque. But it’s only a matter of time until we crack them.

TAU: Time is a luxury, my friend. Always act as though it can’t be spared.

LUX: I’m not worried. Our only possible competition is Lem himself. And no one has seen or heard of him since his quote-unquote “suicide note.”

TAU: Quote-unquote?! Tell me, do you believe he’s still alive?

LUX: (dry laugh) It really doesn’t matter what I believe, Gabriel. Whether he’s dead or lying in wait… we’ve already won.


[We hear the blip of a heart-rate monitor.]

DR. NISHI: Good afternoon, Susan. How are we feeling?

RAD SUE: (ragged, dazed) Hi, Dr. Nishi. I’m doing much better, thanks. Just…shocked.

DR. NISHI: Mm, mmhmm. The physical recovery was the easy part. It’s the psychological recovery that I’m most concerned about here.

RAD SUE: (laughs) You know I never would’ve expected…

[She tears up.]

RAD SUE: (through tears) Oh, shit. Why am I crying? Just get me my work computer. I have a million emails to answer.

DR. NISHI: I don’t believe you had a computer with you, Susan.

RAD SUE: Ah, shit. (frustrated chuckle) Of course. I need to call my office. I lost my implant, obviously.

DR. NISHI: Mm, mmhmm. And that was your only way to access the outside world?

RAD SUE: When you put it that way, it does sound pretty stupid.

DR. NISHI: No worries. We’ll arrange to get you a simple smartphone.

RAD SUE: ‘Kay.

DR. NISHI: Now, there’s no rush at all but we did have some trouble processing the insurance information we have on file. If at some point you can confirm your data with the admins…

RAD SUE: (frustrated) As I mentioned, I’m in the process of recovering…

DR. NISHI: I totally understand. And I’m very glad that you had the wherewithal to end up here so I could be the one to offer you direct care. By the way, congratulations on your case. It looks like you won.

RAD SUE: Wait, what? They went to trial…they went to trial without me?! (pauses) Shit!

[She runs out of her room.]

DR. NISHI: Uh, wait, Susan. You’re in no shape to be running around.

[She gets grabs a phone from the front desk.]

NURSE: What the hell are you doing?

RAD SUE: (with an attitude) Sorry, I just need to make a quick call.

[Mashing buttons.]

NURSE: (stern) You can’t just grab my phone.

RAD SUE: I’m calling my office. It’ll just be a second.

NURSE: (louder) I said– (grunts) You cannot…just grab…my phone!

[Sue’s breathing slows.]

RAD SUE: Yeah. I’m… (pauses) I’m sorry.


[We hear the hum of Scout’s cruiser winding down as Scout and Adnan pull up into a quiet neighborhood overlooking the Pacific Ocean in San Francisco.]

[Scout rifles around their stuff.]

SCOUT: Here I got a present for you.

ADNAN: Uh… (rustling, skeptical) A trucker hat?

SCOUT: That is much more than a trucker hat, my friend. That is the Hex Set. It’s the anti-implant. Deflects surveillance tech. It’s also pre-loaded with a few credits for lunch and some fuel. There’s even some super basic phone and text features though they’re kinda temperamental…

ADNAN: Neat little gadget. I’d ask you how effective it is, but I guess I’m not in any position to be picky.

SCOUT: Like I said, managed risk. Think of it like you’re driving on a spare.

ADNAN: And what about you?

SCOUT: Oh, I mean, you testing my equipment? This is all valuable research for me.

ADNAN: No, I mean, like, what if you get arrested? You’re young, you’re smart. I can’t let you go to jail.

SCOUT: Eh, I’m fine. Did you not hear my story? No one’s gonna miss me.

ADNAN: That’s patently untrue. They’d be lucky to have you at SubTerra. (pause) Look, you’ve done enough for me. Just leave me here. I’ll make it through on my own.

SCOUT: That’s a terrible idea. You have about a 75% worse chance of surviving without me.

ADNAN: Uh– Well, Jesus Christ. OK, let’s do this together.

[We hear their footsteps on the gravel. We hear the faint whirr of drones.]

SCOUT: (quietly) Drones incoming. Tilt your head down.

[Drones get closer and louder.]

SCOUT: Be cool. They’re looking for your face. Let the hat do its thing.

ADNAN: (quietly) Oh, yeah. Okay.

SCOUT: It’s fine. Just walk normal, talk normal. And hide your face.

[Their footsteps slow.]

[One drone grows louder as it closes in.]

ADNAN: Am I imagining or is that one getting way too close to us?

SCOUT: Ignore it. Keep walking.

[It keeps getting closer.]

ADNAN: It’s right behind me.

SCOUT: (tenser) I said, ignore it.

ADNAN: I can feel the air from the turbine behind me. It’s about to give me a haircut.

SCOUT: (frustrated) Goddamn it.

[We hear two short crunching sounds as Scout dismantles the drone. It whines until it goes silent.]

SCOUT: Follow me. And walk faster.

[They run.]

SCOUT: Dammit, now we have 20 minutes, tops, before diagnostics comes to retrieve that dead drone.

ADNAN: (aggravated whisper) I didn’t tell you to break it?!

SCOUT: Well, you weren’t shutting up about it.

ADNAN: I’m sorry, Scout.

SCOUT: Follow my instructions and move quickly. Now, what’s the plan?

ADNAN: Plan?

SCOUT: Yes! Like, what are you going to do when you get to your home? Are you stealing something? Are you kidnapping someone?

ADNAN: Jesus, no! I… I’m looking for my wife.

SCOUT: Aw, man. You were just gonna ring the doorbell, huh?

ADNAN: Yeah… It’s my family.

SCOUT: Hmm… Hmm… (pauses) OK, it’s not a terrible idea. Best case scenario, you get in there, grab what you need, and we’re out of the city before support finds the drone I destroyed.

ADNAN: Worst case?

SCOUT: Whoever is behind the door– (makes loud pop) And you’re out.

ADNAN: Oh. Maybe I do this alone, then.

SCOUT: Yeah, maybe I’ll wait in the car.

[Adnan walks to the front door.]

[Electronic doorbell sounds.]

CLAIRE: (staticky) Hello?

ADNAN: (quietly) Claire?

CLAIRE: Who is this? I can’t see your face.

ADNAN: It’s me. It’s Adnan.

CLAIRE: (gasps) No.

ADNAN: It’s Adnan.

[Sirens in the distance.]

SCOUT: (shouting) Actually, Adnan, we have to go *now*!

ADNAN: Will you let me in?

CLAIRE: (anxious) I can’t believe it. Let me see your face. Take off the hat.

ADNAN: I’m in danger. Please…

CLAIRE: Take off your hat.

[A beat passes.]

CLAIRE: (whispering) Oh my god.

SCOUT: Whyyyy did you take off the hat??

[Engine revving.]

SCOUT: (shouting) Two minutes before swarm descends. You coming with me?

CLAIRE: They said you were dead.

ADNAN: Who said?

CLAIRE: Gabriel. He said… (pause) Forget it. I– I can’t–

[Buzzing gets louder as drones approach.]

SCOUT: One more minute. I’m heading back to the outskirts, Adnan. Last chance.

ADNAN: (emotional) I… I missed you.

CLAIRE: (tearing up) If you come in, you have to stay.

ADNAN: But, I promised them–

SCOUT: (yelling, tense) Forget it. Goodbye! (murmuring) Taking too long and shit…

[Hover car drives away.]

CLAIRE: You have to. You have to promise me.


END of episode 2.

The Missing Year, Part 1

[It’s night inside Gabriel Tau’s high-rise penthouse.]

GABRIEL: Record. Transition keynote, vee one.

GABRIEL: Good morning. Let’s get right to it—a lot has changed since… Ah. Delete.

[digital processing sound]

GABRIEL: Great change always comes with equal parts tragedy and triumph. The former nourishes the latter. To put it simply, we’ve lost one of the great engineers of our time. Circumstances are unclear at this time, so we won’t assume the worst. But neither can we expect…


GABRIEL: Pause. Save as “Adnan Lem intro.”

[digital processing sound]

GABRIEL: Record. Transition keynote, vee two.

GABRIEL: Real change always comes with challenges. As a wildly fluctuating climate, widespread disease and lawlessness threaten to impede our way of life in the Bay Area, it’s become increasingly important to protect the privileges of citizenship.

GABRIEL: The city is the most basic unit of our civilization. It’s the laboratory within which we construct our experience of the present, drawing from the lessons of the past and the dreams of tomorrow. Protecting our city means protecting civilization, and that means every human being bears a responsibility to become the key to their own city.

GABRIEL: Ladies and gentlemen, Implant Tech is getting an upgrade and it’s going to be the most widely available piece of firmware since the smartphone. What we’re keeping is the seamless experience of having access to your digital life through your neural network. What we’re losing is the lack of compatibility and downtime…

GABRIEL: Pause. Back up. Stop after “neural network.” Overwrite.

[digital processing sound]

GABRIEL: But now our technology is going to do more than unlock your own life. It’s going to help you become the key to the city of San Francisco. Your implant will be the gateway to so much more than just your home. Your library, your favorite coffee shop, public restrooms, playgrounds, restaurants, gyms and clubs of every stripe throughout the city—it’s all accessible and managed via one central digital account, all accessible with barely a nod.

GABRIEL: If you’re unfamiliar with Implant—

GABRIEL: Pause. Delete last fragment.

GABRIEL: Record.

GABRIEL: Your very self is the password. We are reimagining this city to reveal itself to you, its citizens—and to you, only.

GABRIEL: Our rollout plan is broad and widely available. We’re also offering discounts up to 20% for underrepresented and reduced income citizens. Everyone deserves a chance to be part of a brighter future.


[long silence, breathing]

GABRIEL: Record.

[digital processing sound]

GABRIEL: Before we adjourn, I want to thank the innovators who made this moment possible. You may not all be with us today, but your contributions live on.

GABRIEL: End. Save as Transition Keynote Final. Delete “Adnan Lem intro.”

[digital processing sound]

GABRIEL: Message Center—block all incoming messages from Devandra Miller. Duration, one week. Power down.

Episode 1, “Welcome to the Underground” | Transcript

[[I/O – Ep. 1 – By Alee Karim]]


[[ISOBEL LEM (25) runs across a deserted flatland. She pants as her feet fall hard on the packed dirt.]]

ISOBEL: (yelling) Faster!

[[ADNAN LEM (40), is running after her. He struggles to keep up, his pace ragged, his breaths labored.]]

ADNAN: (wheezing) I…shit…

ISOBEL: Hurry up, it’s closing!

[[Four drones fly into view. Their motion-sensing lasers emit a thick electric buzz as they scan for movement. She leaps and ducks, dodging them easily.]]

ISOBEL: Drones — incoming!

ADNAN: Heff…heff…ah, fuck…


[[DWAYNE GARNER (30) watches all this play out on a statick-y monitor. He taps his comms device with a squawk to signal RAD SUE (50).]]

DWAYNE: Dwayne Garner reporting from San Francisco watch, over.

RAD SUE: Copy, Dwayne. This is Rad Sue from SubTerra central.

DWAYNE: Copy, Sue. I’ve got visual on a woman running across the flats. I don’t recognize her but she’s… crazy fast.

RAD SUE: What do you mean fast?

DWAYNE: Like I didn’t know anyone could run that fast. Not setting off the drones, either. Oh, wait up a sec. (pauses) There’s someone coming after her. He’s slow as hell.

RAD SUE: Is she in danger? She could be one of ours.

DWAYNE: No, he’s really struggling to keep up.

[[And just like that: an electrical WHOMP swoops in and swallows her up — She’s disappeared.]]

DWAYNE: Oh, wait up. (pauses) She’s gone.

RAD SUE: What?!

DWAYNE: There was a quick flash of light and she’s disappeared.

SUE RAD: Dwayne, I don’t like this. This could be some new Y Corp tech. Will you check it out?

DWAYNE: Already on it.

[[One of the drone lasers crosses Adnan. A KLAXON sounds off. An androgynous-voiced  emergency broadcast system delivers a warning in a slow cadence.]]

EMERGENCY SYSTEM: Unrecognized occupant in Zone 57.  

DWAYNE: The drones caught up with this guy. He doesn’t have ID.

RAD SUE: Well, if he can’t even be bothered to make a fake, that’s his problem. 

DWAYNE: Oh, is that how it is now?

RAD SUE: Leave it, Dwayne. If he’s there tomorrow we can (go find him then)…

DWAYNE: Too late.

[[Radio squawks.]]


[[Adnan is on his knees, out of breath.]]

ADNAN: Shit! Come on!

EMERGENCY SYSTEM: Under statute 4379.1, you must retrieve or request your new ID implant. This is a warning.

[[Adnan begins pressing numbers on an old flip phone, but to no avail.]]

ADNAN: Nononono…shit.

EMERGENCY SYSTEM: You have 12 hours to comply. If you’re found without an ID–

[[A Jeep speeds towards Adnan, kicking up dust in its wake.]]

ADNAN: No. Dammit, no!

EMERGENCY SYSTEM: –Surrender yourself at a legal point of entry for the San Francisco geo-fence. Otherwise, the Greater Bay Area Defense Collective will issue penalties–

[[A shot rings out. The drone is hit and powers down as it crashes.]]

EMERGENCY SYSTEM: (voice slowing down) Up to one… hundred… thousand…

[[Three more shots and the last three drones are gone, too. Dwayne lumbers toward Adnan, his homemade body armor clunking against his outfit, shotgun in hand.]]

DWAYNE: Need a hand?

ADNAN: Y-you just shot those drones.

DWAYNE: Yeah, you’re welcome.

ADNAN: I was in the middle of an experiment.

DWAYNE: Yeah, and it wasn’t going so hot from the looks of it. Listen, I think you should come with me.

ADNAN: D-did you see where she went?

DWAYNE: I saw her disappear.

[[Adnan’s eyes are darting all around. This was not supposed to happen and he’s getting anxious and panicked.]]

ADNAN: (panicking) Don’t turn me in! Please!

DWAYNE: I’m not gonna turn you in.

ADNAN: I think… I’m in a lot of trouble.

DWAYNE: Don’t worry. I’m just a guy.

ADNAN: I… fuck…

DWAYNE: What’s your name?

ADNAN: (breathing quickly) Adnan. My name is Adnan and… I need to find her. I’m trying to remember–

[[Adnan hyperventilates.]]

DWAYNE: It’s okay, Adnan. I’m not gonna hurt you. Just tell me what happened. 

[[Fade in to an audience applauding.]]


[[It’s now one year earlier.]] 

[[Under the bright lights of a hotel auditorium in downtown San Francisco, GABRIEL TAU (50) is receiving a standing ovation.]]

GABRIEL: We have so many thrilling developments coming in phase 2. Some of it extremely blue sky, some of it very much ready to go. But before I get into any of that, I want to introduce you to the man who helped make it all possible. The man who went out on a limb with no budget, no investors, lots of skipped meals… and skipped showers.

[[Audience laughs.]]

GABRIEL: But he had the idea — and that was what carried him further than any of us imagined. Please welcome to the stage, the pioneer who helped make Archive Tech a reality, our Vice President of Product Development, Adnan Lem!

[[The audience erupts with applause again.]]

ADNAN: Thank you, Gabriel, for that introduction. And thank you for buying out my landlord before he could evict me.

[[Audience laughs.]]

ADNAN; In all seriousness, though, I’m here because of Gabriel’s support. And it’s not just about the money, it’s about the vision. The concept was simple: take any piece of matter, scan its structure and store its data. And when it breaks, we just hit rewind and restore it like new. The concept was simple but of course the execution… was not.

[[Awkward silence ensues. Adnan clears his throat and resumes.]]

ADNAN: But believe me when I say Gabriel’s vision is truly what brings us here today…

[[Faint applause builds to a crescendo this time.]]

ADNAN: Thank you. What we’re doing is going to revolutionize health care. Our latest test subjects are, oh–

[[Gabriel cuts off Adnan, stepping in front of the mike.]]

GABRIEL: Thank you, Adnan. Unfortunately, I’ve just gotten word that we’re running out of time for the breakout sessions. Just to jump off of that, we are actively rolling out in numerous industries. Today, we have sales reps in textiles, plastics, and aerospace — all available for onsite meetups immediately. Let them treat you to dinner, massages, helicopter rides — I challenge you to shock me with your expense reports.

[[Audience laughs.]]

GABRIEL: In the meantime, let’s have another round of applause for Mr. Lem!

[[Huge applause.]]


[[Adnan and Gabriel chat at a reception over drinks. Light jazz plays in the background.]]

ADNAN: Hey, you have a second?

GABRIEL: For you, I have many.

ADNAN: (chuckles) Well, thank you. Um… First of all thank you, again, for the introduction and the kind words earlier.

GABRIEL: Oh, it was an understatement, Adnan. You are quite literally the reason that we’re here.

ADNAN: Well, it’s still very kind of you to say. But I wanted to ask you… Why did you cut me off like that?

GABRIEL: Yes. (pauses) I owe you some context for that. (exhales) Adnan, remember when you pitched me on Archive the first time?

ADNAN: Barely. I was pretty sleep deprived by that point.

GABRIEL: Oh, you were downright incoherent. I mean, you were talking about time travel, resurrection, immortality — Between you and me, there was less than $50 separating you from a schizophrenic on Market Street.

[[They both chuckle.]]

GABRIEL: But… I could tell you had the goddamn goods, my friend. I took a leap of faith to get us here. The people in that audience today, though, they don’t take leaps of faith. They take leaps into big-ass piles of money like Scrooge McDuck. (laughs) The fact is, we just don’t have a vertical for health care yet — it’s just a seed in this garden that we’re growing. So why not focus them on the harvest first? You know what I’m saying?

ADNAN: Right. I guess I’m wondering why our health care efforts are still just… seeds.

[[Gabriel lets out a sigh.]]

GABRIEL: Fair enough. Tell you what, Adnan: you put together a product deck for a health care vertical and we’ll make it happen. Deal?

ADNAN: (laughs) I don’t think I even know what a product deck is.

GABRIEL: Of course you don’t. Product decks are boring. But product decks are interesting as hell to investors. Look, I’ll connect you with one of our PMs first thing Monday — how’s that?

ADNAN: That sounds great.

[[Gabriel gets distracted and starts to walk away.]]

GABRIEL: In the meantime, please, god, help me find some scotch. This champagne is useless.


[[Back to the present time, back off-grid. Adnan and Dwayne drive south as night falls. The roar of Dwayne’s jeep mingles with the ambient country-western music on his radio and the occasional whoosh of dust eddies.]]

DWAYNE: One perk of being off-grid: you can see actual stars. (pause) You don’t get all that light pollution you get in the SF geo-fence.

[[Adnan starts roughly itching his neck.]]

DWAYNE: You all right over there?

ADNAN: Yeah. My skin is just dry.

DWAYNE: Look, I know you must be nervous but if that whole altercation back there didn’t convince you, I’m one of the good guys.

ADNAN: No, it’s fine. (coughs) So, where are you taking me?

DWAYNE: Underground.

ADNAN: Where underground?

DWAYNE: Under. Ground. As in the Underground. Where off-grid folks live.

ADNAN: I just… I remember this all being a lot greener. People lived here.

DWAYNE: Yeah, a mega-drought and zero relief infrastructure will do that. (pauses) You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you?

ADNAN: I’m not sure. My memory is hugely fuzzy right now. Like there’s a gap in my data– (pauses) You know how you’ll have files on your computer but you can’t open them? That’s what it feels like.

DWAYNE: Sure. (pauses) Think maybe whoever removed your implant botched it.

ADNAN: I don’t remember getting an implant removed. Or installed.

DWAYNE: Well, you were inside the geo-fence, right? You had to have one. Even I had one.

ADNAN: Look, I don’t know either way. But if you could just take me back where you left me–

DWAYNE: Sorry, can’t do that.

ADNAN: Why not?

DWAYNE: My friend — without an implant the only place you’re going is underground.

ADNAN: So you don’t have one?



DWAYNE: (sternly) Because I’m a free human being.

[[Adnan pauses to process this.]]

ADNAN: (muted) So, what happens if I go with you underground?

DWAYNE: Get you some food, maybe a shower–

ADNAN: I need to find the woman who was with me.

DWAYNE: If you want to improve your odds of that, you’re better off regrouping somewhere safe.

ADNAN: Thanks, but I’m really more worried about the time I have left.

DWAYNE: Not gonna have much time if you get arrested.

ADNAN: Well, if I do that’s my problem.

DWAYNE: (angry) It’s not just about you!

[[A long pause passes between them as Dwayne collects himself.]]

DWAYNE: Adnan, you don’t really get why we’re out here, do you? How lucky you are that I picked you up?

ADNAN: Look, man, I– I haven’t done anything illegal. I’m not running from the law. If you are that’s not any of my business but–

DWAYNE: It’s not about that at all. Let me tell you: shit gets real out here. I’m chit-chatting all casual with you because I have a jeep, a gun, and a schedule of drone routes memorized. You get caught out here by yourself, all disoriented without an ID implant — best case you’re looking at a year in prison.

ADNAN: (stunned) That’s insane. W-Who, why is this happening?

DWAYNE: You wanna know why, ask fucking Gabriel Tau.

ADNAN: (shocked, quiet) Tau. (pauses) I know that name. Why do I know that name?

DWAYNE: California’s first CEO. (laughs) What, is he your buddy?!

ADNAN: (lost in thought) I know who that is.


[[One year ago, again, on-grid. Inside a sleek laboratory, the massive hum of the Archive device fills the room as it warms up. Adnan opens a glass hatch, places a fidgety pigeon inside it, then shut it.]]

ADNAN: Hey, Monitor.

[[The centralized computer answers in a feminine voice.]]

MONITOR: Good evening, Adnan. How can I help you?

ADNAN: Record audio, please.

MONITOR: Recording.

ADNAN: This is Adnan Lem here at Y Corp Labs. It’s January, twenty-twenty-nine in San Francisco, California. Ready for my…fifth? Yeah, fifth test run of Archive on a living being.

[[The bird squawks.]]

ADNAN: For this run, I have chosen a pigeon. I feel really good about my calculations and, uh… (sighs, whispers) I promise you: you shall rise again.

[[The hum intensifies. A bright white light fills the room.]]

ADNAN: That sound you just heard is the start of the scanning process. We’re taking a complex snapshot of the organism’s DNA. I should have enough time to…

MONITOR: Reminder. Adnan, you have an important–

ADNAN: (annoyed) Dismiss. Please. Thanks.

MONITOR: No problem. Snoozing reminder.

ADNAN: Jesus, what was I saying. (pauses) The organic data has to be kept in elastic storage. We are beginning the process of catching all the unique interactions between the limbs, between the nervous system, circulation — We need all of it to get something truly alive. 

[[The intense hum abruptly switches to a rhythmic pulse. A red light strobes in time with it.]]

ADNAN: Snapshot taken. Begin tracking the movements of the specimen. 

[[The pigeon coos.]]

ADNAN: I can see our pigeon friend doing this pecking thing under its wing because it’s anxious. So we may find the reanimated specimen over-emphasizes this behavior. Not too worried about that, though. Muscle memory should–

[[The speed of the machine pulse slows.]]

ADNAN: Okay. Ready for the horrible part. Time to kill the specimen. I’m going to do this in the most humane way possible. First a heavy dose of anesthetic.

[[He attaches tubes and we hear a rushing sound as fluid enters the pigeon. The cooing pigeon goes silent.]]

ADNAN: Next, enough pentobarbital to kill a potbelly pig.

MONITOR: Reminder. Adnan, you have an upcoming–

ADNAN: (muttering) Jay-susss. (annoyed) Monitor, silence all notifications?

MONITOR: Sure. Pausing notifications. To resume notifications, you’ll need to–

ADNAN: Yes, thank you, thank you. Jesus motherfucking Christ I’m trying to murder a pigeon.

[[Another whoosh of liquid through the tubes. The pigeon is dead.]]

ADNAN: Moment of silence. You know, I’d just like to say that–

[[An electrical glitch, a huge THOOM. The room powers down, killing all ambient sound.]]

ADNAN: No! (angrier, louder) NO! Shit!

[[He stumbles around the darkened room, knocking things over.]]

[[A phone rings.]]

ADNAN: My phone. Where’s my phone?!  

[[Adnan runs towards the lit screen, fumbling with it before answering.]]

ADNAN: Lem speaking.

GABRIEL: Were you planning on joining us?

ADNAN: Gabriel? I… Ah, shit, I’m so sorry.

GABRIEL: Yes. Well, shame on me for expecting you in person. Anyway, you’ll be happy to know we’ve secured the investing round for phase 2. So where the hell are you?

ADNAN: I’m in the lab. And it’s pitch black, I–

[[In a wash of white light and awakening machines, the lab has power again.]]

ADNAN: Hal-A-freakin-LU-ya!

GABRIEL: Everything okay over there?

ADNAN: Yeah. Yeah, I’m fine now. Just in the middle of something. Blue sky stuff.

GABRIEL: You know, as a director, you ought to delegate a bit more.

ADNAN: No, I know. It’s just that… Look, my team doesn’t have the skillset to manage these projects.

GABRIEL: We got you the best engineers for this shit.

ADNAN: Yes, for materials science. What I need–

GABRIEL: Now, stop right there. We have a strict product road map. A road map that I, our board, and our investors have agreed upon. 

ADNAN: I know, but–

GABRIEL: What you do on your own time is your business. But when you’re at a Y Corp facility, you’re focused on our priorities, you understand?

ADNAN: (muted) I do.

GABRIEL: I should hope so. Consider this your second warning.

ADNAN: Second warning? 

GABRIEL: Let’s drop this for tonight, hit reset, and reconnect on Monday.

[[Gabriel hangs up. Almost immediately, the power shuts off again with another big THOOM.]]

ADNAN: G– (yells) Ah, fuck! (pause) Hey, Monitor?

MONITOR: Yes, Adnan.

ADNAN: Did those reminders I was ignoring have something to do with the power going out?

MONITOR: The reminder was to inform you of a scheduled after-hours facility maintenance. Power will be unavailable intermittently during–

ADNAN: (exhales) Right, right. Got it. What about Restore phase?

MONITOR: I’m sorry, I don’t understand the request.

ADNAN: (growls) The last phase of the Archive process is called Restore. Where are we in that process?

[[A subtle wash of beeps and bloops as Monitor calculates.]]

MONITOR: Just a moment. (pauses) Archive system functionality will begin when power comes back online. I’m afraid Archive is unavailable at this time. 

ADNAN: Ah, fuck! (yells) FUCK! (pause) Cancel experiment. (sighing) Okay, Monitor, I’m going to get a drink to toast this very dead bird.

MONITOR: Would you like me to send you updates?

ADNAN: Sure, whatever. Bye.

[[He exits the office. It’s deathly still for a long beat.]]

[[Suddenly, the power is back and with a great THOOM, Archive comes back online.]]

[[The bird’s eyes open; it quietly coos.]]


[[Dwayne and Adnan walk around inside the lighted tunnels beneath the South Bay, an elaborate network of mine shafts.]]

[[Each cave they pass is a vendor, a common area, or personal living quarters.]]

DWAYNE: Welcome to Subterra One. Home sweet home.

[[They walk past makeshift living quarters, workshops, and city contractors dressed in dirty black jumpsuits. The atmosphere is like an Asian night market. People are selling foods and toys, babies are crying, people are chatting, making out, partying, living life…]]

ADNAN: This is like a whole city down here. You built all this?

DWAYNE: We built all this. Housing, food, medical, movies — we made it ourselves, for ourselves.

ADNAN: How did I not know about this?

DWAYNE: Well anyone working in tech — white collar bougie shit — wouldn’t know. Anything jogging your memory, by the way?

ADNAN: No, not exactly. Not at all.

DWAYNE: So you have like full-blown amnesia, huh?

ADNAN: Like I said, it’s like my brain’s got all this data.

DWAYNE: (reassuring) But you don’t have the right app to read it or whatever. Right. Look, I’m telling you: you got a cheap, back-alley implant removal and now your head’s not quite right. I’ve seen it before. Good news is it’s temporary.  

ADNAN: Yeah?

DWAYNE: Hell yeah. What, you think they rolled this tech out to half a million people and it’s not buggy as hell?

[[They both laugh.]]

[[A golf cart motors in. ]]

DWAYNE: Hey, there’s someone here I want you to meet…

[[Inside the golf cart is MAKENNA (20), a security operative inside the Tunnels and Rad Sue one of the unofficial directors inside the tunnels.]]

DWAYNE: Rad Sue, I want you to meet–

RAD SUE: (surprised) Adnan Lem?

DWAYNE: Oh, you’ve met?

RAD SUE: Not officially. (to Dwayne) Dwayne, have you searched him?

DWAYNE: (defensive) Not yet, I–

RAD SUE: (angry) Did you check for an implant?

DWAYNE: He set off an alarm. That was all the proof I needed.

RAD SUE: So you’ve brought someone Underground and you’re unsure of their status?

DWAYNE: Sue, with all due respect, you’re tripping.

RAD SUE: Am I? Makenna, zip tie Mr. Lem here and put him in temp lockup.

MAKENNA: Happy to.

[[Zip ties fasten around his wrists quickly, tight against his skin.]]

ADNAN: (sucking air) Ow.

RAD SUE: Sorry, Adnan. You’re a nice enough guy but there’s too many X factors there.

DWAYNE: Sue, can I talk to you a minute? (whispers to Sue) Now, let’s overlook the fact that you’re undermining your head of security in front of a stranger and one of my direct reports.

RAD SUE: Come on, Dwayne–

DWAYNE: Let me finish. (pauses) Now, before I brought him down here, he mentioned something about an experiment. I have a hunch he knows why that woman disappeared. And I think our friends in the geo-fence don’t know a thing about it yet. 

RAD SUE: (whispers) Yeah? Well, guess what, I have a hunch, too. My hunch is that he’s undercover, gathering intel for this massive police offensive we’ve been hearing about. 

DWAYNE: (whispers sharply) He was begging me not to bring him down here.

RAD SUE: He could still have the upper hand.

DWAYNE: He’s not here because he wants to be here. He’s here because I want him here.

RAD SUE: That what you think?

DWAYNE: (louder) That’s a fact.

RAD SUE: (sighs, louder voice) Makenna, cut the zip ties.

[[Makenna snips the zip tie with a knife.]]

ADNAN: Jesus. Thank you. 

RAD SUE: No bindings but you’re still coming with us for the night.

ADNAN: Look, I can be out of your hair immediately–

RAD SUE: It’s not up to you, Adnan. (to Dwayne) Dwayne, we’ll have him back to you before your shift ends. I just want to catch up on a few things.

[[They drive away down the tunnel, taking turns a little too fast.]]

ADNAN: Excuse me, ma’am?

RAD SUE: Don’t ever call me ma’am. My name is Sue.

ADNAN: Right. Okay, Sue, I need to go back… to above ground. There was someone–

RAD SUE: Yes, and we want to find her, too. But believe me, if we can’t find her, you can’t find her.

ADNAN: You don’t know that.

RAD SUE: That much I do know. What I don’t know is who she works for. Is it Y Corp? I’d ask you but I’m pretty sure you wouldn’t tell me if you knew.

ADNAN: No, that’s not– I… Look, my memory is not the best right now but I definitely know Y Corp and I definitely know Gabriel Tau even if I don’t know how I know them. So if there’s anything I can do to help, I’ll do it.

RAD SUE: (snorts) You don’t remember me, do you?

ADNAN: Well… Depends on what you mean. Right now, I… It’s like I’ve seen you before but in a movie.

RAD SUE: Damn… (sighs) What did they do to you.


[[Adnan snores in his bed. His daughter, ISOBEL (8) creeps into the room to wake him.]]

ADNAN: Mmm. Mmm. (snorts) Oh, hey, Izzie.

YOUNG ISOBEL: Dad. Did you forget again?

ADNAN: Did I… Oh, dang, of course. It’s pancakes morning.

YOUNG ISOBEL: (annoyed) I had everything out and ready for you.

ADNAN: I’m gonna get started right now.

[[His wife, CLAIRE (30s) walks in, in a hurry.]]

CLAIRE: No, Adnan, no breakfast for her. She has another procedure this morning.

YOUNG ISOBEL: But I’m starving!

ADNAN: (repeating, being cute) She’s starving!

CLAIRE: (really keyed up) That’s why I packed a juice and a bagel for right afterwards! Now say bye to dad — we’re late.

ADNAN: Bye, honey. Love you.

YOUNG ISOBEL: Bye, Dad. By the way, your phone was beeping a lot when I came in here.

ADNAN: Oh yeah? Let me see that. (pause) (whispers) Oh my god.

YOUNG ISOBEL: Dad, you should get one of those implants now that you have a good job. They say we’re all gonna have one soon anyway.

ADNAN: (anxiously) Listen, Claire, something big happened. (pause) I want to talk to you again about the treatment.

CLAIRE: (sighing) Isobel, can you give me and dad a minute? (whispering, angry) Adnan, this has to stop. 

ADNAN: You didn’t see what I saw. It works, Claire.

CLAIRE: There is literally nothing you can do that will convince me to use that device on our daughter.

ADNAN: Then it’s my job to make you not feel like that.

CLAIRE: That wasn’t meant as a challenge.

[[Phone beeps.]]

ADNAN: I– I promise if you let me show you what I saw–

CLAIRE: We’re late. I’ll see you later.


[[With the sound of swishing doors, Adnan races into his lab.]]

MONITOR: Good morning, Adnan. The final stage of last night’s experiment resumed as expected once power came back online.

[[The pigeon warbling.]]

ADNAN: (whispers, awed) Oh my god… You’re alive. You are very much alive.

[[Adnan kisses the pigeon.]]

ADNAN: (louder) You! Are! Alive!

MONITOR: This is a reminder — you have a meeting with Gabriel Tau in his office in ten minutes.

ADNAN: I do?! Since when?

MONITOR: This meeting was scheduled late last night. Priority level is high.

ADNAN: (to bird) Wanna come say hello?

[[Pigeon in hand, Adnan leaves his windowless lab and marches down the sunlit halls of Y Corp.]]

ADNAN: Excuse me. Sorry, this thing might shit in my hands. 

[[He walks past confused colleagues, the bird cooing and flapping its wings.]]

ADNAN: Pardon, pardon.


[[On his way to Gabriel Tau’s office door, he passes his executive assistant, MAGGIE (25). She bolts up from her desk.]]

MAGGIE: Hi, Dr. Lem. What… is that?

ADNAN: Maggie, this right here is the resurrection of Christ as literal scientific reality.

MAGGIE: Okay… Isn’t it a pigeon?

ADNAN: It’s way more than a pigeon. Can I show the big man?

MAGGIE: (skeptical) Sure. (confused) Gabriel, Adnan Lem is here.

[[Adnan bursts through the door, the pigeon fluttering in his hand.]]

GABRIEL: (hushed) What the hell…

ADNAN: Gabriel, the most amazing thing happened to me. Well, not to me but to this guy, here in my hand.


ADNAN: It’s alive. I did it, Gabriel. I didn’t just salvage an airplane fuselage or revive a threaded drill bit. I made life… from death. Archive works.

[[Gabriel calms down significantly.]]

GABRIEL: (muted) Congratulations.

ADNAN: Gabriel, this is it. This is the resurrection of Christ made real. I mean, this is everything I’ve worked for. I know I’ve been saying, I’m close, I’m close for a long time. But this time? I knew I had it.

GABRIEL: You even promised the bird.

ADNAN: Yeah, I– Wait… How did you know that?

GABRIEL: It was in your Monitor logs, of course.

ADNAN: Y-You were going through my shit?

GABRIEL: I’m sorry — I do believe it’s my shit. Anyway, I wouldn’t have done it unless I had cause to.

ADNAN: And what was that?

GABRIEL: Remember when I told you that you got your second warning?

ADNAN: (growing frustrated) Yes. I didn’t understand it then and I still don’t understand it now.

GABRIEL: The thing is, Adnan, I don’t give second warnings. It was clear to me at the investors’ conference that our visions were no longer aligned. I regret not severing ties right then.

ADNAN: Jesus, Gabriel. I can’t believe what I’m hearing.

GABRIEL: Let me finish. (pause) The fact is, I felt I owed you. Your innovation brought us here. But if I were to continue to ignore the signs about your lack of enthusiasm, I will be doing both of us a disservice.

ADNAN: (loud) How dare you! My lack of enthusiasm?! 

GABRIEL: (louder) Oh, don’t be such a victim! (he leans in to whisper) This is business. And I’m being more fair than your behavior warrants. You used Y Corp facilities to further your personal goals and I have the records to prove it.

[[Adnan starts to feel guilty.]]

ADNAN: (quieter) Gabriel, you can’t seriously–

GABRIEL: And you don’t know the half of it. Honestly, the cleanup jobs that I’ve had to do — All to cover your ass! I’ve had it!

[[They both take a beat. Adnan is stunned.]]

ADNAN: (dejected) What happens now?

GABRIEL: What happens now is this whole exchange stays between you and me. As far as anyone else is concerned, you were burnt out and needed to take a break for your mental health. Time to reconnect with your family and–

ADNAN: Archive, what happens with Archive?? I still have work to do. 

GABRIEL: We’ll figure it out. A situation that’s appropriate–

ADNAN: (sternly) I won’t let you stop me.

GABRIEL: Speaking as your friend for a moment, I’ll forget you just said that.

ADNAN: You can’t– You have to promise… this is my– (pauses, breaking down) This is… Why I’m here.

[[Adnan weeps.]]

GABRIEL: (reassuring) It’s all right.

ADNAN: (sobs) This is so fucked up.

GABRIEL: I’ll have Maggie call you a car. We’ll talk in the morning.

[[Defeated, Adnan walks slowly out of the office.]]

[[Once Adnan’s gone, Gabriel taps his phone awake. He’s calling Sue the woman we met in Subterra earlier, but it’s not Rad Sue, revolutionary, it’s Susan Rademacher, corporate lawyer — this is her one year earlier.]]

GABRIEL: Susan, it’s Tau. Listen I have a situation here with a rogue employee. It’s Adnan Lem — he’s our head of engineering. 

RAD SUE: You’d mentioned him. The one with diverging priorities?

GABRIEL: Yes, well, it’s gotten worse. He is mentally unstable, engaged in multiple unethical and even illegal activities, and he’s made threats to steal my intellectual property.

RAD SUE: Well, that sounds like you have just cause to let ‘em go. But I assume it’s more complicated if we’re talking.

GABRIEL: Right, as always. The long and the short of it, I fired him in a huff — no paperwork, no nothing. Honestly I don’t think I can legally let him go the way I did but I made a good enough show of it. But once the smoke clears and he gets his bearings, he’s going to fight me for Archive. Things will get ugly.

RAD SUE: Well, let’s get ahead of this, then.

GABRIEL: Yes, let’s. Now, listen, I’ll have my lawyers transfer everything your way before we hang up. Let’s be ready with an airtight case in twenty-four hours.

RAD SUE: No problem. I’ll get Rassan on this right away.

GABRIEL: I need you.

RAD SUE: Gabriel, I’m slammed. 

GABRIEL: Whatever it is, I can pay for it to wait.

RAD SUE: I don’t understand. This is a layup case.

GABRIEL: Susan, trust me… It has to be you.

RAD SUE: It’s your dime, my friend.


[[Back to NOW. Power is shutting down throughout the underground.]]

[[Adnan breaths steadily, whispering to himself. Makenna walks in to his quarters.]]

INTERCOM: Subterra curfew in five minutes. All citizens not on scheduled rounds return to their sleep quarters.

MAKENNA: Hey. (louder) Hey, Adnan.

ADNAN: Yeah?

MAKENNA: So what really happened up there?

ADNAN: What do you mean? 

MAKENNA: I mean, where did you come from, who was that girl you were chasing?

ADNAN: Well… It’s hard to explain–

[[She draws a gun on him and cocks it.]]

MAKENNA: Just so you know, I’m not just making conversation.

ADNAN: Hey, wait, wait, wait– My memory’s really fuzzy right now–

MAKENNA: Look, everyone has their read on what’s going on. Dwayne thinks you’re a good guy. Sue’s just being safe. Me? I think you’re a fuckin’ rat. 

[[She presses the barrel to his forehead.]]

MAKENNA: Does this jog your memo–nnhh

ADNAN: (grunts) Ah, please stop pointing that thing at me. 

[[We hear a loud THUNK. Makenna slumps to the ground after a strike to the neck by…]]

[[Isobel, now ten years older — she’s the mysterious woman Adnan had been running with. Adnan’s eyes widen.]]

ADNAN: Isobel! Y-you’re back. I thought it was too late.

ISOBEL: (sternly) I’ll explain later. Let’s get out of here.

[[A device warms up with a thick electric hum.]]

ISOBEL: Here. To help you dodge drones.

ADNAN: Where are we going?

ISOBEL: We’re gonna run to another time jump. But this time you’re coming with me.[


[[Once again, Adnan trails Isobel.]]

ISOBEL: Speed up, it’s almost time.

[[The drones emerge; the klaxons sound off.]]

EMERGENCY SYSTEM: Unrecognized occupant in Zone 55.  Curfew violated.

[[A rushing sound starts to take over.]]

ISOBEL: The portal’s opening.

ADNAN: (panting) I– I can’t–

EMERGENCY SYSTEM: Warning. You have committed a… compound violation. With… repeat offenses. Charges include a mandatory… 12 months’… detention.

ISOBEL: Take my hand.

[[The rushing sound engulfs us.]]

ADNAN: It’s not gonna–!

[[A loud WHOOMP — and they disappear.]]

[[The desert is quiet but for a lone klaxon.]]

[[The klaxon stops.]]

EMERGENCY SYSTEM: Violator is out of range.

// END //