Brain Harvest (9) Cleaning Out The Clinic

Kirk Carter@ Chew Bear Productions@ Copyright 2014

BRAIN HARVEST (9)

Cleaning Out The Clinic

Int: New Orleans Police -Central Command-Vice Operations-9 a.m.

Lieutenant Hebert and Agent John Davis briefing vice agents for surveillance operation.

Hebert

"Okay men, we think we've located the area from the description given to us by the apparent victim Ginger Smith. We have already selected a man post in the perimeter which corresponds to that description, we'll have to keep a sharp eye out for a blue Jeep and quite frankly anything else that looks out of place."

Agent Davis

The operation from what we can best figure, has to do with the direct market of pure body fluids, direct exportation into the underground black market...at this point we're not even sure who's running it, but they seem pretty open to who the victims are, as we had a recent report of a missing man in a gay bar down in Fat City down in Jefferson Parish...the manager said the customer, apparently a local customer who never missed a night of partying, turns up missing, was also seen that night being led away by two accomplices in a blue Jeep matching the manager's description, both white...medium build, about 6 feet tall..."

Hebert

"If this is indeed a trafficking operation that is dealing with the harvesting of brain chemicals...let's better call them the narcotics the brain produces, this will be a whole new spin on the war on drugs as we know it...it will indeed be a first for New Orleans anyway!"

Agent Davis

"Those groups who will be selected to do the rotation will be briefed this evening. We will start the operation around 6 tonight, thank you!"

(Scene Switch)

Int: Tulane Medical School-Professor Wilma Tisbee-Nutritional Science-2 p.m.


Professor Tisbee

"...And so as we look at Tryptophan, the essential amino acid...it is clearly a problem in today's diets, because the body, and I repeat, the body does not manufacture it...and unless you have a good Orthomolecular Doctor to write a script for you, the script is almost impossible to come by, good luck as your body falls into depression and you die!"


Sydney raising hand

"Why is it so hard to get, if it's so important to your mental health?"


Tisbee

"It's the three birds/ one stone concept being discussed here, as tryptophan is made into serotonin by the body, it supports the former and counteracts the latter...


Sydney

"But professor I think your wrong, you forgot to mention that tryptophan is made into              5-Hydroxy-Tryptophan, 5-HTP first then into Serotonin, isn't that true!


Tisbee

"Well, I'm impressed Sydney, I'm really impressed that you came out of your little cloud...maybe if you would stay away from that tropublemaker friend of yours you just might be a doctor after all!


Sydney

"Would it be okay if I stuck my tongue at my loser friend?"


Tisbee

"If it makes you stronger, by all means..."


Sydney turns to Brian, sticks out his tongue and shoots him the bird.


Tisbee

"Okay Mister Sydney, that's enough self-expression...as I was saying, external inputs only as most anything dairy, poultry, eggs, red meats, soybeans, and my favorite...almonds...and it looks like...

(Bell rings, buzzer unlocks doors to classroom)

...everybody have a good day!"

Brian

"You know, this system they've got here kind of reminds me of..."

Sydney

"I know...a maximum security prison...like Alcatraz without the cold crashing waves, the snarling biting shepherds...men...release the hounds...students are escaping?"

Brian

"That's the million dollar question, who are they trying to keep from coming in...

Sydney

"Legitimate question my Doctor never-be...it simply a way to control us, manipulate us, intimidate us with expulsion and harsh treatment should we not comply to each and every demand...simple really, basic conditioning and mind control...and they will be the first to tell you that they are only concerned with our mental and physical well being...it's still freaking mind control no matter how you look at it!"

(Walking over and getting on Saint Charles Streetcar)

Brian

"Okay brainiac...but how does that make us more like Doctor material?"

Sydney

"So, that we don't dare think outside the box...we must think exactly like every other student who comes out of these institutions...don't you dare think independently...original thought...how dare you you sick and perverted deviate!

(Both Laughing)


Brian

"I think you missed your calling, you should be theater bound...much too dramatic than Neurology will ever be..."


Sydney

"There's still time...I'm just hanging low till that perfect part drifts my way!"


Brian

"More like fall in your lap, that is weird stuff to study and take part in, very stressful and you can almost never fuck with the teachers...medical students are too laid back for mandated discipline..."


Sydney

"Is that why the nurses are so kinky?"


Brian

"Need more Tryptophan man, my nurse is trying to beat me again!


Sydney

"Then there is no problem, you need to see a nerologist, I can almost hear the patients with their excuses already....but damn it, I paid her good money to have me treated like that!"


Brian

"And we'll be like, right...sure sir, everything will be all right, just relax and trust what the good doctor is telling you..."


Sydney

"And then put a nossle full of Elavil up their arm and say...Now What Were You Saying?"


Brian

"Yea, they'll probably be pulling our licence in about a week after we make board..."


(Getting off streetcar at end of Saint Charles at Caroillton Avenue


Sydney

"I give it more like a day...I take it we're either doing Cooter's or Tyrone's...one is right and the other is left...Jeep in garage, what gives?"

   

Brian

"Well...I've just got this feeling that we're being watched...can't explain it...that's why I use the pay phones, don't like leaving a paper trail...but a little quick popping in and out seems tolerable...just weird like that...speaking of which!"


Brian walks over to pay phone by laundry mat and calls Tyrone.


Brian

"What's up man?"


Tyrone

"Yea, it's good, hey you want to help me escort the threesome here...you remember them don't you, well I need for you to take them to dinner and drop them off...the extractions are finished and we need to get some fresh recruits!"


Brian

"Where to this time?"


(Scene Switch)


Ent: Inside Tyrone's apartment.


Jennifer is milling about, still half comatose'd

"Am I still here, feel like I've been taken to another planet or something..."


Tyrone on phone

"Hold on Brian, got a stray coming into my apartment, hey look, you and Wonderboy come on over, I've got to medicate this group before they start asking questions, "What in the fuck am I doing here...by then it's too late, see you soon, bye!"

Hanging up phone, Tyrone coaxes Jennifer back down the hall, giving her a cup of grape juice with some codeine in it.


Tyrone

"Here you go girl, called you a cab, just sit tight."


Jennifer

"Where are we going?"


Tyrone

"Dancing...didn't you say you wanted to go dancing?"


Jennifer

"Oh, I Love dancing, but I need something to wear?"


Tyrone

"Here...just drink this and you will change right before your eyes!"


(Scene Switch)


Brian cursing at himself

"Can't believe I fucking did the street car all the way over here and didn't take the Jeep?"


Sydney

"Well just while ago you said you were trying to play it safe...you know, no paper trail, your worse than a crazy person...I mean you didn't know that you were checking in, stop blaming yourself, we both already know we're losing our minds, what's the big deal!"


Brian

"Yea, but it's just so inefficient, like I'm the last one that knows knows when it's show time?"


Sydney

"Here's your cue...Brian it's showtime!"


Brian

"Fuck you!"


(Scene Switch)


Ext. Surveillance Site across from Tyrone's Apartment-5 p.m.

New Orleans Police undercover duo in Surveillance Van at assumed area that (victim) ginger described. Officer Clark and Officer Klein are manning operation.


Officer Clark

"This is weird, are we suppose to be looking at the Starbucks, the Time Saver, a blue Jeep, what?"


Officer Klein

"Looks to be a little bit of everything, I think it had more to do with that row of apartments across the street where that Honda Odyssey is parked...the grey one..."


Clark

"Did they run the tags?"


Klein

"Came back as being held by a title company, owner is Marks Stewart, 3100 something block of Elm Street, no warrants or priors listed, also couldn't find much on the buildings owner, Bill Davis, retired in Bay Saint Louis, nothing there!"


Clark

"Well, if nothing is going on and we are listening from hearsay from one girl, what exactly are we even doing here?"


Klein

"Like what we always do, looking for something out of place!"


Clark

"Keeping the suits happy..."


Klein

"Exact a mumbo big wise one!"


(Scene Switch)


Brian pulling into Tyrone's parking lot


Brian

"I can hardly wait for this circus..."


Sydney

"The big circle, we bring 'em in, bring 'em out with a little something to eat?"


Brian

"It's the cycle of life, well...let's see what's cooking in there.


Buzzing door, Tyrone answers

"What's up, the guest await departure?"


Brian

"I hope you've got them sauced...any forms of coherence here will not be tolerated!"


Tyrone

"I did as well as I could without knocking them out...they like sort of doing the drift thing!"


Walking back to other apartment through hallway.


Brian

"Well, look at these three rats...oh hey guys, the Disco taxi awaits...we are on our way to dinner and dancing!"


Captain Taylor

"Took that swim last night...the water was warm, but the tide just held me in place."


Sydney

"Was it wet?"


Captain Taylor

"Hard to tell, wind was blowing pretty hard, kept falling off the ship!"


Sydney

"Sounds like they left you abandoned, all alone?"


Captain Taylor

"They'll come back to find me, someone's got to work those pumps!"


Brian

"Stop fucking with the poor Captain...yea, okay we are here to go get some chow, Tyrone...would you mind getting the good Captain a little something to drink...and to that let's load up and be on our way!"

Escorting Jennifer, Debra, and the Captain to the Red Jeep.


(Scene Switch)

New Orleans Police surveillance gets attention to the sudden movement of bodies across street.


Officer Klein

"Looks like we've got activity over there?"


Officer Clark

"Yea, but we were looking for a blue Jeep, wonder where this group is off to?


Officer Klein

"Sure would be nice if we knew what we were looking for...guess I'll go on head and radio this in...movement is movement!"


Klein on radio

"Jericho One to Klondike."


Agent Davis on radio

"10-4 this is Klondike go ahead?"


Klein

"We've got movement across the street at suspects address, looks to be a red Jeep with five occupants leaving vicinity, request instructions...any response, 10-4?"


Agent Davis

"No, we're looking for a blue Jeep, but keep me posted, if they return 10-4?"


Klein

"10-4, Klondike, Jericho One 10-6!"


Klein putting radio down

"More sitting?"


Agent Davis

"Yea, didn't they tell you how much cops sit...we react eventually, but yea, we sit, we watch...do some more sitting, hey...I've got an idea, why don't you sneak on over to the Starbucks and pick up some coffee's.


Klein

"Looks like a long night, huh?"


Agent Davis

"Definitely!"


(Scene Switch)


Back at Tyrone's, Brian is trying to get everybody on the road.
Finally heading down Carrolton Avenue in Jeep.

Brian

"Okay gang, off to the mess hall, we are going to get munchies...then dancing!"


Jennifer

"What the hell happened last night, we're we picked up by aliens, some weird fucking shit man...I think I'm pregnant...I got probed or something!"


Debra

"I hit the dance floor and that's it...can't remember anything after that..."


Captain Taylor

"They came back looking for me last night, but it was so foggy, they searched, I was waving my hands, but damned if they didn't pass me up again!


Brian pulling into Denny's, whispering to Sydney

"God, I hope this works, I really hate long good-bye's..."


Sydney

"I hope Tyrone gave them enough stuff to keep them doped up, cause if they start remembering stuff, missing time, any of the procedures, we're fucked!"


Brian announcing

"Okay everybody, first stop on the tour, one of my favorites, where you can eat breakfast for dinner anytime...Denny's where you can eat for pennies!"


Jennifer

"That's half-assed, did you write that yourself?"


Debra

"I didn't ask to come here, why am I alone?"


Captain Taylor

"That was weak my boy, real cheesy sounding...kinda cornball!"


Waitress walks up

"Welcome to Denny's, may I take your order?"


Debra

"Did I come here on my own, am I really here ordering, give me a second...I've got to check on myself!"


Jennifer

"I know what I want...give me that tooty fruity, wild and snooty thing..."


Waitress laughing

"Okay Miss, would you like the grits or the hash browns?"


Jennifer

"You mean there's more, more stuff, more food, like gobs of it?"


Waitress

"Well, it's just a choice between the grits or hash browns, remember...your at Denny's where you always get more value for your food dollar!"


Jennifer

"Will hash browns make me fat, cause I'm pretty and it's struggle staying like this?"


Waitress

"Well, more so than grits, but if you count the butter it kind of works out the same."


Debra

"Where am I at?"


Captain Taylor

"I'll take the damn butter...got the flavor, anything with some flavor on it, that fat help me stay buoyant...and some muffins, lots of muffins...gotta survive this trip!"


Waitress

"Would you like some eggs to go with your butter and muffins, maybe a stack of flap jacks?"


Captain Taylor

"A pancake...just one...extra butter on that, too!


Waitress looking at Brian

"Quite a crew you have here, very interesting!"


Brian

"They're finicky, but very special people

(Both wink to each other)


Debra

"I never asked to come here, really...I'm telling the truth, myself the witness to me being there, no here, but I am here...ah well, can I have a scoop of ice cream...no, no make that half a scoop, a banana split, and a slice of German Chocolate Cake, and a diet Coke, gotta watch myself...what kind of cruise did you say we're on, cause I want my money back...I'm too dizzy to enjoy any of this..."


Captain Taylor

"Where's my damn butter...and my muffins?"


(30 Minutes Later)


Brian to Sydney (by bathroom)

"How much is the bill?"


Sydney

"Looks to be $24.88 with tip round to $30 even!"


Brian

"Okay, let's do this with no hesitation...you go out first, I'll come behind you and pay the cashier...just bring the Jeep around and we split okay?"


Sydney

"Man, all this seems wrong, you know?"


Brian

"That's because it is wrong, we're wrong for getting ourselves into this...so quit acting like this just suddenly dawned on you...it's criminal activity at it's lowest point, you know it and I know it...and what kills me is that public scrutiny would probably consider this worse than murder and torture if it wasn't so misunderstood as to what we are doing in the first place, so there!"


Sydney

"As usual, in a nutshell..."


Jennifer in the background

"This is some fucking awesome food man, it's flying off my plate...I'm so happy that we are just one big happy family of happy happy butterflies, I just "LUUVE" everybody and everything "LUUVES" me back.


Brian

"Oh brother...by the way did you happen to see those checks that Tyrone turned us on to?


Brian pulls them out and shows two checks for $10,000 a piece.


Sydney gulps

"Whoa, nice coin...guess somethings just explain themselves..."


Brian

"Or just cover up the reality of what we're doing...something like that!


Sydney

"I'll be outside..."


Brian

"Okay, be there in a moment!"


Brian pays the check and turns his head one more time and looks at the three destitute's, now
singing "Row your man down" very much off key, as he's thinking how he took them from their normalcy without permission, put them through all this for his profit, and cast them back into society without any remorse or pittance, just cast away like some used machinery, to work their way back to reality on their own, hopefully without much scaring or permanent damage.

He just shakes his head as he exits the door...




(Scene Close)