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INT. TITAN TOWER KITCHEN MORNING
Normal morning. KORY runs in.
KORY: Good news, everyone! I have crabs!
ALL: (assorted WTF noises)
She holds up some nasty-looking alien "crabs."
KORY: I'll bake them immediately.
In the foreground, Donna and Dick have a sotto voce discussion.
DONNA: Do we have to let her cook?
GRAYSON: Seven Titans, seven days. We each have a turn to cook. It's not Kory's fault she... relishes it.
DONNA: Gar's a better cook.
BEAST BOY: Hey!
Back to Kory. Wally fixes eggs next to her.
WALLY: So, you're getting better at using contractions.
KORY: Yes. Watching TV helps me a lot. I can learn a lot of really useful things.
WALLY: Really? What do you watch?
KORY: Oh, I love Sex And The City.
Wally laughs.
KORY: What? That show has taught me a lot of really good things, not just about the language, but the culture as well... Sex And The City is my guide.
WALLY: Oh, no, don't do that! That's only a small slice of what America's like!
Kory realizes...
KORY: Oh, I'm not talking about the dirty stuff. You know Carrie is a writer, right? Well, she uses a lot of colloquialisms, things like that. So I hear things I'm not familiar with, then I look them up and I learn something new.
WALLY: Oh. Alright then.
KORY: And the dirty stuff is good too. You never know when you might need it.
EXT. STREET MORNING
James Jesse steps into a Photomat Booth.
INT. PHOTOMAT BOOTH MORNING
Flash is waiting for him.
FLASH: About time you got here. I think a hobo peed in this thing, it smells like asparagus.
JAMES: I've been authorized by my superiors to brief you on the situation. In a secret meeting of Congress, the President has asked for and received a declaration of war against Zandia. The first strike will occur in two weeks, when the results of the bombing investigation implicating Zandia are released.
FLASH: You wouldn't be telling me this if there wasn't something I could do to help.
JAMES: We know from experience the Justice League won't be any help. But the Teen Titans... if they were to participate in strikes against hardened targets, knocking out communications centers, bunkers, command centers... Without the support, the Pentagon estimates that twenty thousand American soldiers won't make it out of there alive.
FLASH: You want an army, you'll get one.
JAMES: And "Nightwing" won't be a problem?
FLASH: I can handle him. But I'm going to need a few things. Booze, loose women... everything a growing boy needs.
JAMES: For your friends?
FLASH: I'm sure you've done far worse than assisting the delinquency of minors in the service of this country.
JAMES: And you're sure you can pull this off in two weeks?
FLASH: I am the Fastest Man Alive.
JAMES: ...Flash, you have a greenlight on any and all means necessary to recruit your team. Price is no object, get it done.
FLASH: I was hoping you were going to say that.
INT. LINDA'S HOUSE DAY
Wally sits in front of a roaring fire. Writing on a piece of notebook paper.
WALLY: (singing) Way way back in the 1980s
secret government employees
dug up famous guys and ladies
and made amusing genetic copies
now the clones are sexy teens now
they're gonna make it if they try
loving, learning, sharing, judging
A time to laugh and shiver and
Cry
Wally is writing a list. It includes "Beast Boy need for affirmation" and "Cyborg wants to feel normal." He comes to Nightwing. Pauses.
WALLY: This could be a problem.
He folds the list up and puts it in his pocket.
EXT. TITAN TOWER DAY
Wally and Grayson jog around the island, Wally not even breaking a sweat in his suit, Grayson in more traditional jogging clothes.
WALLY: Plus, his name is BLOOD. How many good guys do you know who are named Blood?
GRAYSON: Jason Blood.
WALLY: Never heard of him.
GRAYSON: Before your time.
WALLY: Before my time? I'm two years older than you! C'mon, you can't tell me this Brother Blood is completely kosher.
GRAYSON: Rumor does have it that his sister was raped little under twenty years ago.
WALLY: And what incredibly disturbing thing did he do to the rapist?
GRAYSON: Nothing. But his sister he burned alive for being an adultress.
Wally grabs Grayson's arm, pulling him to a stop.
WALLY: Dick, Brother Blood ordered the the SADM theft.
GRAYSON: You're sure?
WALLY: Positive.
GRAYSON: Where'd you get this information? The Brain?
WALLY: Must've slipped his mind.
GRAYSON: (realizing) You tortured him for that information!
WALLY: Is this the part where I'm supposed to act all apologetic and heavy-hearted? Because I can do that. I was da bomb in my school play, brought my mom to tears.
GRAYSON: How are we any better than them?
WALLY: Someone has a gun to Barbara's head. Bullet in the brainpan, squish. You kill him before he can pull the trigger. Who's in the right? You are. Even though you killed someone and he didn't.
GRAYSON: It's not the same thing.
WALLY: It's exactly the same thing! He was going to nuke the city. Millions would die, millions more would suffer from radiation poisoning much worse than what I did to him. Intimidation wouldn't work, he's a brain in a jar, what can I threaten him with? Torture was the only way.
GRAYSON: How can you even be sure it's accurate?
WALLY: If you were being interrogated and Barbaras life were on the line, would you lie?
GRAYSON: Yes.
WALLY: I wouldnt.
GRAYSON: (disgruntled) Battle of Keystone City, West. You're still fighting it. You never stopped.
WALLY: Neither did they.
EXT. TV STUDIO DAY
Linda walks out of the studio. Wally drops in next to her.
WALLY: Linda.
LINDA: AAH! You startled me!
WALLY: Sorry. You used to be an investigative reporter, right?
LINDA: Yeah.
WALLY: Wanna recapture your glory days?
LINDA: I'm listening.
WALLY: I need your help on an undercover assignment.
LINDA: Not tonight dear, I have a headache.
Wally does a brief take.
WALLY: That wasn't an euphemism.
LINDA: Oh! Geez. I thought you wanted an Anchorman. C'mon, you can tell me about it in the car.
WALLY: Wait a minute, what's an Anchorman? Linda?
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC DAY
Wally and Linda, dressed as bland suburbanites (polo shirt, slacks, penny loafers), sit in the reception area. It's a cheerless world of polished gray concrete and brushed stainless steel accents. Ultramodern. Bland as hell. But great feng shui. Nearby is a large display with Blood's grinning face. Beneath it, text reads:
SEBASTIAN J.T. BLOOD, M.D.
PRESIDENT, BLOOD INSTITUTE FOR UNIVERSAL BROTHERHOOD
LINDA: It's just a harmless college thing. I was a kid. Doesn't mean anything.
WALLY: I'd still like to know. Just for my peace of mind.
LINDA: It's really not important. Seriously, you'll laugh.
WALLY: Well, go for it. I could use a good laugh.
LINDA: You really want to know?
WALLY: I really want to know.
She whispers something in his ear. Wally crosses his legs.
WALLY: Right. Let's just... not get into that... ever.
BROTHER MATTHEWS, a slick yuppie type, approaches them. He might be a high-priced attorney or an ad exec aside from the coloring of his suit, which deliberately mirrors the cut of the kurtas the hardcore Zandian believers wear.
MATTHEWS: Hello, Mr. and Mrs. West.
WALLY: Hello.
LINDA: Hi there.
Wally affects a slight Midwestern accent. Deliberately playing himself as a "mark." Linda follows suit, her voice bubbly, a little over-the-top.
WALLY: We got one of those fliers on our cars, you know, thought we'd come here, give things a look.
MATTHEWS: You should be complimented on your open-mindedness.
LINDA: Well, this church of ours is amazing! So clean...
MATTHEW: Oh, Brotherism isn't a religion. We're more of a self-help group... or better yet, a room service team. We check around your body and your soul for things you don't want, silly little things you don't need anymore, and we help you rid yourself of them. You feel... so much better. The air is cleaner, you can breathe freely for the first time in so long...
WALLY: Well, you don't have to sell us on this, we were told this was for unruly kids?
MATTHEWS: Yes. The modern world today is filled with countless challenges. In every direction we look, toxic stressors are impacting upon our happiness. We think we're healthy, but the truth is, our immune systems are engaged in a life or death struggle to maintain our well being. And children especially are being affected, that's why we have centers like this for our younger patients. Although you seem a little young to have children.
WALLY: They're not ours, they're my older brother's. He and his wife were coming home from a party... they'd had a few drinks... the roads were slick...
MATTHEWS: Oh, I'm so sorry... a car accident...
WALLY: No, cancer.
MATTHEWS: Ah.
He turns on his heel and walks, leading them deeper into the complex. Video monitors are everywhere, all playing the same Brotherhood PROMOTIONAL VIDEO. It's a slick, polished presentation with lots of fancy video effects, trendy cinematography, punchy MTV editing. The ACTORS are a Politically Correct ethnic balance, and all look happy. Wealthy. Perfect. We catch Racine doing a cameo. Our NARRATOR VOICE is warm and fatherly: Hal Holbrook, John Mahoney...
NARRATOR: (on monitors) Clearly, no greater man has ever lived than Brother Blood. Even beyond single-handedly reviving Brotherism, Brother Sebastian Blood M.D. has by his own account led a most extraordinary life. It is common for people to assume that Blood is a pathological liar or some manner of megalomaniac when they learn his life story, because it certainly does sound incredible. But we have carefully researched our founder's biography and secured all the documentation to prove their claims. Keep in mind, Brother Blood has made powerful enemies who would stop at nothing to discredit him.
Wally looks to the left. Through one partially open door we see what might be a line of BODYBAGS being trundled into the back of a truck via a hook and chain pulley-system.
NARRATOR: (on monitors) Brother Blood was born approximately one hundred years ago in the tiny island republic of Zandia. Shortly thereafter the family moved to Keystone City. Blood, or as he was then known, Sebastian Wallace, was riding broncos by the age of 3, soon breaking them, and at 6, he had learned the ways of the medicine man from local tribe of Julone Indians. In kindergarten, little Sebastian defended his classmates from bullies twice his age by using a form of judo that came to him in his dreams.
A swarm of jogging TEENAGERS run by. They move in perfect unison, like robots. None of them even glance at the trio. Wally is perturbed.
NARRATOR: (on monitors) Sebastian volunteered for the Naval Reserves in 1941, where he distinguished himself with a brilliant military career. In August 1942, Lt. Sebastian was assigned to the YP-422, a patrol boat at the Boston Navy Yard. After a single training exercise, the Navy decided that Sebastian's talents were being wasted on such an insignificant task. He took charge of a submarine chaser, the PC-815. As luck would have it, on the very first day of its maiden voyage, Sebastian's subchaser encountered sonar contacts off the Oregon coast. He spent the next several hours hunting two submarines, dropping depth charges and shooting at surface debris with deck guns. The next day, four other ships and two Navy blimps were brought in to aid in the hunt. Evidently Sebastian's quick thinking ruled the day, because no trace of the submarines could be found. No doubt, they were both lying wrecked on the ocean floor. It was Sebastian's bad luck that the battle took place directly over a known magnetic deposit, which made it impossible for instruments to distinguish between the wreckage and the minerals in the seabed. Which is of course precisely what made it the ideal spot for enemy subs to hide.
Wally catches a glimpse of a man washing down what looks like an abattoir with a hose. The run-off drains away.
WALLY: What's with all the... meat?
MATTHEWS: Blood is life, Mr. West. It has to be prepared fresh for best results.
WALLY: Oh, of course.
Matthews continues on. Wally whispers to Linda:
WALLY: Distract him.
LINDA: How?
WALLY: Maybe you could give him an Anchorman.
Linda frowns at this and hurries to catch up with Matthews.
LINDA: Brother Matthews, I was wondering if I could get one of those readings...
MATTHEWS: A psi-meter? It would be my pleasure...
Wally slips into an abattoir.
INT. ABATTOIR DAY
Spotless. Wally looks into the gutter. Dim LIGHTS down the pipeline from other roobs. Wally takes some change out of his pocket, throws it down the way. A resounding PLINK.
Wally pulls at the grate covering the gutter.
INT. GUTTER DAY
Wally crawls through the gutter.
WALLY: Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
He sees something GLEAMING in the darkness. He picks it up from the offal. A GOLD RING.
WALLY: What the hell?
He wipes it off and puts it in his pocket, then continues on. Not seeing the SEVERED FINGER that the ring slipped off of.
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC LOBBY DAY
Linda fills out a Scantron questionaire.
LINDA: "Are you a slow eater?"
MATTHEWS: It's a very telling question, isn't it? Say, where'd hubby get off to?
LINDA: He said he had to use the bathroom.
INT. BATHROOM DAY
Wally washes the last of the blood from the gutters off in the sink. He puts his wet shirt back on, then spins around at superspeed, drying himself. Dizzy, he steps out of the bathroom.
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC DAY
Suddenly, a HAND grabs Wally, pulling him into the shadows. He struggles, the hand clamping over his mouth, as two CULTISTS IN BLACK KURTAS walk by. Wally calms down, watching them pass. The hand releases him. NIGHTWING.
NIGHTWING: What are you doing here?
WALLY: I was about to ask you the same question.
NIGHTWING: I thought I'd check out this Brother Blood for myself. What are you doing here?
WALLY: Gathering evidence.
NIGHTWING: First rule of finding incriminating evidence... look for the locked door.
He draws a lockpick from his glove and goes to work on one. It swings open. Nothing but a utility closet. They move on.
NIGHTWING: So you tell me, hot stuff, what are we looking for?
WALLY: Anything that implicates Brother Blood.
NIGHTWING: What EXACTLY are we looking for?
WALLY: I have no idea.
Nightwing opens another door. No joy.
NIGHTWING: Then we're wasting our time. If these people want to believe in some weird feel-good scam, that's their business.
WALLY: Doesn't it offend you that these people, people just looking for some answers to the big questions, are getting swindled and brainwashed? Or maybe you're just offended that there are no answers.
NIGHTWING: You enjoy playing devil's advocate far too much.
WALLY: At least I'm only playing. (beat) You know what really hurts? Something twisted like this thrives while the real religions are in trouble.
NIGHTWING: You religious, West?
WALLY: Reckon so. I don't go all the time, but I believe. You?
Nightwing opens another door. It just leads to a brick wall.
NIGHTWING: My parents' brains were blown out of their heads right in front of me. I was eleven years old. Next time I go into a church, I'll be carried by six of my closest friends.
WALLY: I won't be one of them, if that's what you're worried about. (beat) Everyone has to believe in something.
NIGHTWING: I believe in myself.
WALLY: Thank you, Dr. Phil.
Nightwing opens yet another door. We don't see inside, but he does.
NIGHTWING: Think I got something here...
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC LOBBY DAY
Matthews is taking a phone call.
MATTHEWS: Yes? Uh-huh. I understand...
Linda clutches the pencil tightly, ready to use it as a weapon. Matthews hangs up.
MATTHEWS: Good news. Brother Blood himself is on his way here. You may get to meet him.
LINDA: That's be... great.
INT. STOREROOM DAY
Wally and Nightwing enter. An arsenal of weapons and... bunting? Yes, bunting. And "Vote For Hitchcock" signs and T-shirts and flags, everything from a diddle-eyed joe to a damned if I know.
WALLY: I think we've hit paydirt.
NIGHTWING: This? This right here? This is the exact moment we are in over our heads.
Wally is sorting through the bunting.
WALLY: "Re-elect Hitchcock To Congress." "Support Barrymore." "Vote Andrews." Campaign posters for the upcoming elections. Everything we need to prove that several incumbent congressmen and senators work for Blood.
NIGHTWING: So what do we do with this? Expose them?
WALLY: This country still allows freedom of religion. No, we need to take this to the media. Let someone else work it through the proper channels, this political ****'s way out of our league.
A loud SCREAM gains both their attention.
NIGHTWING: That, on the other hand...
WALLY: Is right in our ballpark.
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC DAY
Backs to the wall, our twosome approaches a corner. Nightwing holds out a small mirror, looking around it. We don't see what they see, but whatever it is has them aghast. The screams continue.
WALLY: Son of a *****...
He tries to step forward when Nightwing shoves him back.
NIGHTWING: We can't blow our cover. If they know we're on to them, we'll never get this chance again!
WALLY: How can you just stand there and let that happen?
NIGHTWING: Discipline.
Wally looks at him like he's grown a second head. Before they can discuss it further, we hear approaching footsteps. Nightwing blends into the shadows as Wally steps forward to confront them.
WALLY: This isn't the bathroom! Man, now I feel really bad about taking a piss...
CULTIST: Who were you talking to?
Wally holds his arm as if it's wrapped around the shoulders of a man who isn't there.
WALLY: You mean you don't see my friend Harvey here?
They drag him away.
EXT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC DAY
Wally and Linda are dragged out in front of BROTHER BLOOD, who arrives via limo. For the first time, he and Wally stare down.
BROTHER BLOOD: Mr. West. And the illustrious Mrs. Park. Expanding your horizons?
WALLY: If you're going to kill us, do it. I don't have time for the doublespeak back-and-forth.
BROTHER BLOOD: Yes, I brought you out here in broad daylight with hundreds of witnesses so I could kill you. Wise up. You're not Fox Mulder, I'm not Jim Jones, and this is not the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.
LINDA: Could've fooled me.
Blood smiles.
BROTHER BLOOD: Mrs. Park, may I suggest you keep a tighter leash on your husband? No telling what he's getting in...
Blood suddenly shudders, holding his hand to his head.
BROTHER BLOOD: Oh my! A vision! A divine revelation.
WALLY: Oh please.
BROTHER BLOOD: Mrs. Park, I'm afraid if you do not change your wicked ways, destruction will rain down on you like sinners in the hands of an angry god.
WALLY: Is that a threat?
BROTHER BLOOD: When I threaten you, you'll know it.
WALLY: Was THAT a threat?
Brother Blood looks directly at the FLASH RING on Wally's hand.
BROTHER BLOOD: You think you know who you are? You have no idea.
Next: Accusation
Normal morning. KORY runs in.
KORY: Good news, everyone! I have crabs!
ALL: (assorted WTF noises)
She holds up some nasty-looking alien "crabs."
KORY: I'll bake them immediately.
In the foreground, Donna and Dick have a sotto voce discussion.
DONNA: Do we have to let her cook?
GRAYSON: Seven Titans, seven days. We each have a turn to cook. It's not Kory's fault she... relishes it.
DONNA: Gar's a better cook.
BEAST BOY: Hey!
Back to Kory. Wally fixes eggs next to her.
WALLY: So, you're getting better at using contractions.
KORY: Yes. Watching TV helps me a lot. I can learn a lot of really useful things.
WALLY: Really? What do you watch?
KORY: Oh, I love Sex And The City.
Wally laughs.
KORY: What? That show has taught me a lot of really good things, not just about the language, but the culture as well... Sex And The City is my guide.
WALLY: Oh, no, don't do that! That's only a small slice of what America's like!
Kory realizes...
KORY: Oh, I'm not talking about the dirty stuff. You know Carrie is a writer, right? Well, she uses a lot of colloquialisms, things like that. So I hear things I'm not familiar with, then I look them up and I learn something new.
WALLY: Oh. Alright then.
KORY: And the dirty stuff is good too. You never know when you might need it.
EXT. STREET MORNING
James Jesse steps into a Photomat Booth.
INT. PHOTOMAT BOOTH MORNING
Flash is waiting for him.
FLASH: About time you got here. I think a hobo peed in this thing, it smells like asparagus.
JAMES: I've been authorized by my superiors to brief you on the situation. In a secret meeting of Congress, the President has asked for and received a declaration of war against Zandia. The first strike will occur in two weeks, when the results of the bombing investigation implicating Zandia are released.
FLASH: You wouldn't be telling me this if there wasn't something I could do to help.
JAMES: We know from experience the Justice League won't be any help. But the Teen Titans... if they were to participate in strikes against hardened targets, knocking out communications centers, bunkers, command centers... Without the support, the Pentagon estimates that twenty thousand American soldiers won't make it out of there alive.
FLASH: You want an army, you'll get one.
JAMES: And "Nightwing" won't be a problem?
FLASH: I can handle him. But I'm going to need a few things. Booze, loose women... everything a growing boy needs.
JAMES: For your friends?
FLASH: I'm sure you've done far worse than assisting the delinquency of minors in the service of this country.
JAMES: And you're sure you can pull this off in two weeks?
FLASH: I am the Fastest Man Alive.
JAMES: ...Flash, you have a greenlight on any and all means necessary to recruit your team. Price is no object, get it done.
FLASH: I was hoping you were going to say that.
INT. LINDA'S HOUSE DAY
Wally sits in front of a roaring fire. Writing on a piece of notebook paper.
WALLY: (singing) Way way back in the 1980s
secret government employees
dug up famous guys and ladies
and made amusing genetic copies
now the clones are sexy teens now
they're gonna make it if they try
loving, learning, sharing, judging
A time to laugh and shiver and
Cry
Wally is writing a list. It includes "Beast Boy need for affirmation" and "Cyborg wants to feel normal." He comes to Nightwing. Pauses.
WALLY: This could be a problem.
He folds the list up and puts it in his pocket.
EXT. TITAN TOWER DAY
Wally and Grayson jog around the island, Wally not even breaking a sweat in his suit, Grayson in more traditional jogging clothes.
WALLY: Plus, his name is BLOOD. How many good guys do you know who are named Blood?
GRAYSON: Jason Blood.
WALLY: Never heard of him.
GRAYSON: Before your time.
WALLY: Before my time? I'm two years older than you! C'mon, you can't tell me this Brother Blood is completely kosher.
GRAYSON: Rumor does have it that his sister was raped little under twenty years ago.
WALLY: And what incredibly disturbing thing did he do to the rapist?
GRAYSON: Nothing. But his sister he burned alive for being an adultress.
Wally grabs Grayson's arm, pulling him to a stop.
WALLY: Dick, Brother Blood ordered the the SADM theft.
GRAYSON: You're sure?
WALLY: Positive.
GRAYSON: Where'd you get this information? The Brain?
WALLY: Must've slipped his mind.
GRAYSON: (realizing) You tortured him for that information!
WALLY: Is this the part where I'm supposed to act all apologetic and heavy-hearted? Because I can do that. I was da bomb in my school play, brought my mom to tears.
GRAYSON: How are we any better than them?
WALLY: Someone has a gun to Barbara's head. Bullet in the brainpan, squish. You kill him before he can pull the trigger. Who's in the right? You are. Even though you killed someone and he didn't.
GRAYSON: It's not the same thing.
WALLY: It's exactly the same thing! He was going to nuke the city. Millions would die, millions more would suffer from radiation poisoning much worse than what I did to him. Intimidation wouldn't work, he's a brain in a jar, what can I threaten him with? Torture was the only way.
GRAYSON: How can you even be sure it's accurate?
WALLY: If you were being interrogated and Barbaras life were on the line, would you lie?
GRAYSON: Yes.
WALLY: I wouldnt.
GRAYSON: (disgruntled) Battle of Keystone City, West. You're still fighting it. You never stopped.
WALLY: Neither did they.
EXT. TV STUDIO DAY
Linda walks out of the studio. Wally drops in next to her.
WALLY: Linda.
LINDA: AAH! You startled me!
WALLY: Sorry. You used to be an investigative reporter, right?
LINDA: Yeah.
WALLY: Wanna recapture your glory days?
LINDA: I'm listening.
WALLY: I need your help on an undercover assignment.
LINDA: Not tonight dear, I have a headache.
Wally does a brief take.
WALLY: That wasn't an euphemism.
LINDA: Oh! Geez. I thought you wanted an Anchorman. C'mon, you can tell me about it in the car.
WALLY: Wait a minute, what's an Anchorman? Linda?
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC DAY
Wally and Linda, dressed as bland suburbanites (polo shirt, slacks, penny loafers), sit in the reception area. It's a cheerless world of polished gray concrete and brushed stainless steel accents. Ultramodern. Bland as hell. But great feng shui. Nearby is a large display with Blood's grinning face. Beneath it, text reads:
SEBASTIAN J.T. BLOOD, M.D.
PRESIDENT, BLOOD INSTITUTE FOR UNIVERSAL BROTHERHOOD
LINDA: It's just a harmless college thing. I was a kid. Doesn't mean anything.
WALLY: I'd still like to know. Just for my peace of mind.
LINDA: It's really not important. Seriously, you'll laugh.
WALLY: Well, go for it. I could use a good laugh.
LINDA: You really want to know?
WALLY: I really want to know.
She whispers something in his ear. Wally crosses his legs.
WALLY: Right. Let's just... not get into that... ever.
BROTHER MATTHEWS, a slick yuppie type, approaches them. He might be a high-priced attorney or an ad exec aside from the coloring of his suit, which deliberately mirrors the cut of the kurtas the hardcore Zandian believers wear.
MATTHEWS: Hello, Mr. and Mrs. West.
WALLY: Hello.
LINDA: Hi there.
Wally affects a slight Midwestern accent. Deliberately playing himself as a "mark." Linda follows suit, her voice bubbly, a little over-the-top.
WALLY: We got one of those fliers on our cars, you know, thought we'd come here, give things a look.
MATTHEWS: You should be complimented on your open-mindedness.
LINDA: Well, this church of ours is amazing! So clean...
MATTHEW: Oh, Brotherism isn't a religion. We're more of a self-help group... or better yet, a room service team. We check around your body and your soul for things you don't want, silly little things you don't need anymore, and we help you rid yourself of them. You feel... so much better. The air is cleaner, you can breathe freely for the first time in so long...
WALLY: Well, you don't have to sell us on this, we were told this was for unruly kids?
MATTHEWS: Yes. The modern world today is filled with countless challenges. In every direction we look, toxic stressors are impacting upon our happiness. We think we're healthy, but the truth is, our immune systems are engaged in a life or death struggle to maintain our well being. And children especially are being affected, that's why we have centers like this for our younger patients. Although you seem a little young to have children.
WALLY: They're not ours, they're my older brother's. He and his wife were coming home from a party... they'd had a few drinks... the roads were slick...
MATTHEWS: Oh, I'm so sorry... a car accident...
WALLY: No, cancer.
MATTHEWS: Ah.
He turns on his heel and walks, leading them deeper into the complex. Video monitors are everywhere, all playing the same Brotherhood PROMOTIONAL VIDEO. It's a slick, polished presentation with lots of fancy video effects, trendy cinematography, punchy MTV editing. The ACTORS are a Politically Correct ethnic balance, and all look happy. Wealthy. Perfect. We catch Racine doing a cameo. Our NARRATOR VOICE is warm and fatherly: Hal Holbrook, John Mahoney...
NARRATOR: (on monitors) Clearly, no greater man has ever lived than Brother Blood. Even beyond single-handedly reviving Brotherism, Brother Sebastian Blood M.D. has by his own account led a most extraordinary life. It is common for people to assume that Blood is a pathological liar or some manner of megalomaniac when they learn his life story, because it certainly does sound incredible. But we have carefully researched our founder's biography and secured all the documentation to prove their claims. Keep in mind, Brother Blood has made powerful enemies who would stop at nothing to discredit him.
Wally looks to the left. Through one partially open door we see what might be a line of BODYBAGS being trundled into the back of a truck via a hook and chain pulley-system.
NARRATOR: (on monitors) Brother Blood was born approximately one hundred years ago in the tiny island republic of Zandia. Shortly thereafter the family moved to Keystone City. Blood, or as he was then known, Sebastian Wallace, was riding broncos by the age of 3, soon breaking them, and at 6, he had learned the ways of the medicine man from local tribe of Julone Indians. In kindergarten, little Sebastian defended his classmates from bullies twice his age by using a form of judo that came to him in his dreams.
A swarm of jogging TEENAGERS run by. They move in perfect unison, like robots. None of them even glance at the trio. Wally is perturbed.
NARRATOR: (on monitors) Sebastian volunteered for the Naval Reserves in 1941, where he distinguished himself with a brilliant military career. In August 1942, Lt. Sebastian was assigned to the YP-422, a patrol boat at the Boston Navy Yard. After a single training exercise, the Navy decided that Sebastian's talents were being wasted on such an insignificant task. He took charge of a submarine chaser, the PC-815. As luck would have it, on the very first day of its maiden voyage, Sebastian's subchaser encountered sonar contacts off the Oregon coast. He spent the next several hours hunting two submarines, dropping depth charges and shooting at surface debris with deck guns. The next day, four other ships and two Navy blimps were brought in to aid in the hunt. Evidently Sebastian's quick thinking ruled the day, because no trace of the submarines could be found. No doubt, they were both lying wrecked on the ocean floor. It was Sebastian's bad luck that the battle took place directly over a known magnetic deposit, which made it impossible for instruments to distinguish between the wreckage and the minerals in the seabed. Which is of course precisely what made it the ideal spot for enemy subs to hide.
Wally catches a glimpse of a man washing down what looks like an abattoir with a hose. The run-off drains away.
WALLY: What's with all the... meat?
MATTHEWS: Blood is life, Mr. West. It has to be prepared fresh for best results.
WALLY: Oh, of course.
Matthews continues on. Wally whispers to Linda:
WALLY: Distract him.
LINDA: How?
WALLY: Maybe you could give him an Anchorman.
Linda frowns at this and hurries to catch up with Matthews.
LINDA: Brother Matthews, I was wondering if I could get one of those readings...
MATTHEWS: A psi-meter? It would be my pleasure...
Wally slips into an abattoir.
INT. ABATTOIR DAY
Spotless. Wally looks into the gutter. Dim LIGHTS down the pipeline from other roobs. Wally takes some change out of his pocket, throws it down the way. A resounding PLINK.
Wally pulls at the grate covering the gutter.
INT. GUTTER DAY
Wally crawls through the gutter.
WALLY: Now I know what a TV dinner feels like.
He sees something GLEAMING in the darkness. He picks it up from the offal. A GOLD RING.
WALLY: What the hell?
He wipes it off and puts it in his pocket, then continues on. Not seeing the SEVERED FINGER that the ring slipped off of.
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC LOBBY DAY
Linda fills out a Scantron questionaire.
LINDA: "Are you a slow eater?"
MATTHEWS: It's a very telling question, isn't it? Say, where'd hubby get off to?
LINDA: He said he had to use the bathroom.
INT. BATHROOM DAY
Wally washes the last of the blood from the gutters off in the sink. He puts his wet shirt back on, then spins around at superspeed, drying himself. Dizzy, he steps out of the bathroom.
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC DAY
Suddenly, a HAND grabs Wally, pulling him into the shadows. He struggles, the hand clamping over his mouth, as two CULTISTS IN BLACK KURTAS walk by. Wally calms down, watching them pass. The hand releases him. NIGHTWING.
NIGHTWING: What are you doing here?
WALLY: I was about to ask you the same question.
NIGHTWING: I thought I'd check out this Brother Blood for myself. What are you doing here?
WALLY: Gathering evidence.
NIGHTWING: First rule of finding incriminating evidence... look for the locked door.
He draws a lockpick from his glove and goes to work on one. It swings open. Nothing but a utility closet. They move on.
NIGHTWING: So you tell me, hot stuff, what are we looking for?
WALLY: Anything that implicates Brother Blood.
NIGHTWING: What EXACTLY are we looking for?
WALLY: I have no idea.
Nightwing opens another door. No joy.
NIGHTWING: Then we're wasting our time. If these people want to believe in some weird feel-good scam, that's their business.
WALLY: Doesn't it offend you that these people, people just looking for some answers to the big questions, are getting swindled and brainwashed? Or maybe you're just offended that there are no answers.
NIGHTWING: You enjoy playing devil's advocate far too much.
WALLY: At least I'm only playing. (beat) You know what really hurts? Something twisted like this thrives while the real religions are in trouble.
NIGHTWING: You religious, West?
WALLY: Reckon so. I don't go all the time, but I believe. You?
Nightwing opens another door. It just leads to a brick wall.
NIGHTWING: My parents' brains were blown out of their heads right in front of me. I was eleven years old. Next time I go into a church, I'll be carried by six of my closest friends.
WALLY: I won't be one of them, if that's what you're worried about. (beat) Everyone has to believe in something.
NIGHTWING: I believe in myself.
WALLY: Thank you, Dr. Phil.
Nightwing opens yet another door. We don't see inside, but he does.
NIGHTWING: Think I got something here...
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC LOBBY DAY
Matthews is taking a phone call.
MATTHEWS: Yes? Uh-huh. I understand...
Linda clutches the pencil tightly, ready to use it as a weapon. Matthews hangs up.
MATTHEWS: Good news. Brother Blood himself is on his way here. You may get to meet him.
LINDA: That's be... great.
INT. STOREROOM DAY
Wally and Nightwing enter. An arsenal of weapons and... bunting? Yes, bunting. And "Vote For Hitchcock" signs and T-shirts and flags, everything from a diddle-eyed joe to a damned if I know.
WALLY: I think we've hit paydirt.
NIGHTWING: This? This right here? This is the exact moment we are in over our heads.
Wally is sorting through the bunting.
WALLY: "Re-elect Hitchcock To Congress." "Support Barrymore." "Vote Andrews." Campaign posters for the upcoming elections. Everything we need to prove that several incumbent congressmen and senators work for Blood.
NIGHTWING: So what do we do with this? Expose them?
WALLY: This country still allows freedom of religion. No, we need to take this to the media. Let someone else work it through the proper channels, this political ****'s way out of our league.
A loud SCREAM gains both their attention.
NIGHTWING: That, on the other hand...
WALLY: Is right in our ballpark.
INT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC DAY
Backs to the wall, our twosome approaches a corner. Nightwing holds out a small mirror, looking around it. We don't see what they see, but whatever it is has them aghast. The screams continue.
WALLY: Son of a *****...
He tries to step forward when Nightwing shoves him back.
NIGHTWING: We can't blow our cover. If they know we're on to them, we'll never get this chance again!
WALLY: How can you just stand there and let that happen?
NIGHTWING: Discipline.
Wally looks at him like he's grown a second head. Before they can discuss it further, we hear approaching footsteps. Nightwing blends into the shadows as Wally steps forward to confront them.
WALLY: This isn't the bathroom! Man, now I feel really bad about taking a piss...
CULTIST: Who were you talking to?
Wally holds his arm as if it's wrapped around the shoulders of a man who isn't there.
WALLY: You mean you don't see my friend Harvey here?
They drag him away.
EXT. BROTHERHOOD YOUTH CLINIC DAY
Wally and Linda are dragged out in front of BROTHER BLOOD, who arrives via limo. For the first time, he and Wally stare down.
BROTHER BLOOD: Mr. West. And the illustrious Mrs. Park. Expanding your horizons?
WALLY: If you're going to kill us, do it. I don't have time for the doublespeak back-and-forth.
BROTHER BLOOD: Yes, I brought you out here in broad daylight with hundreds of witnesses so I could kill you. Wise up. You're not Fox Mulder, I'm not Jim Jones, and this is not the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.
LINDA: Could've fooled me.
Blood smiles.
BROTHER BLOOD: Mrs. Park, may I suggest you keep a tighter leash on your husband? No telling what he's getting in...
Blood suddenly shudders, holding his hand to his head.
BROTHER BLOOD: Oh my! A vision! A divine revelation.
WALLY: Oh please.
BROTHER BLOOD: Mrs. Park, I'm afraid if you do not change your wicked ways, destruction will rain down on you like sinners in the hands of an angry god.
WALLY: Is that a threat?
BROTHER BLOOD: When I threaten you, you'll know it.
WALLY: Was THAT a threat?
Brother Blood looks directly at the FLASH RING on Wally's hand.
BROTHER BLOOD: You think you know who you are? You have no idea.
Next: Accusation