Scene 17

PAMELA:

I think we all learned a lesson on

that. The intention to be fair is

there but the feeling of favoritism

prevails!

MA-2:

We owe the Bets something don't we?

DAN HILL:

Hmmmmm… maybe yes, and maybe no!

They could've really lost the game

doesn't matter how many points!

MA-2:

(showing delight)

That would surely relieve us of any

guilt, you think so?

DAN HILL:

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha… it depends on what

kind of person you are … or should

I say, alien you are! Ha-ha-ha-ha.

MA-1:

You're trying to say that you people

think differently from one another?

DAN HILL:

In many ways, yes!

Another surprise shows on the actions and faces of the aliens.

SA-1:

Right now, we all think alike. Do

you think our experiment will make

us think differently too?

PAMELA:

Maybe that's what we're going to

find out on the days to come! I'm

starting to find this exciting!

INT. – ALIENS SPACESHIP

The monitor on, it still shows the scan on the trio. The red shades on their brains are now up to eighty-five percent and the body is more than fifty percent shaded with red.

PANEL CREW (MALE):

There must be something going wrong

with our people there.

TA-1:

SA-1 is leading the mission. He

must be aware of it.

SA-2:

I agree to that. They will make an

assessment when they get back here.

EXT./INT. – L.A. COLISEUM VICINITY – EVENING

The group, now with Tisha, is in line for entry to the coliseum with about less than a hundred ahead of them. Some tension still shows on their faces, being aware how they were part of the last game's outcome.

MA-2:

What good will it do us to still

watch these games?

SA-1:

For one, this game is the reason

why we are here. Second, it is

here where our emotions were triggered.

MA-1:

I'm with SA-1 on that.

PAMELA:

(in almost a whisper)

Ssssshhhh… keep it yourselves. You

Might be heard by others, even Tish!

Tisha, behind Pamela and the trio . . .

TISHA:

(jokingly in a whisper)

Is there something I should not know?

(giggles right after)

Pamela rides on . . .

PAMELA:

Yeah . . . I'm pregnant with Chris!

Just then the cellphone of MA-1 rings . . .

MAKERS FAN: (O.S.)

(sounding Mafioso)

I am positioned at the west entrance,

should I proceed with the plan?

(chuckles right after)

MA-1:

Don't joke with that thing, you fool!

It's done! It's over! We've got

what we wanted, now leave us alone!

MA-1 ends the call and pockets the cellphone. Then it rings again.

MA-1:

What is it this time?

MAKERS FAN:

Not so fast, godfather! Want the

whole world to know what you asked

me to do?

The others worry on the look of MA-1's face. They look at each other, as if asking for an answer, then look again at MA-1, who is now at a loss on what to say or do. Covers the mouthpiece of the celfone then . . .

MA-1:

It's that Makers Fan. Looks like

trouble for us . . .

SA-1:

(to Hill)

We'll take care of this . . . take

the girls in . . . we'll call when

we get in.

The aliens get out of the line . . .

SA-1:(cont'd)

(to MA-1)

Tell him you'll meet him at the

east parking lot nearest the

stadium!

MA-1 does as instructed. Three of them start off for the parking area, looking around if they can see the fan ahead of time. Reaching the parking area they see the fan at the other end beneath a lamppost. They approach him and . . .

MA-1:

(to Makers Fan)

What's wrong with you? We paid you

even more than we offered!

MAKERS FAN:

Take it easy! Wouldn't you want

more, if there is?

SA-1:

Okay, so what more do you want?

MAKERS FAN:

Money… of course… more money!

SA-1:

How much?

Before the Fan could say a word Hill comes storming . . .

DAN HILL:

(mad as hell)

YOU FUCKIN' SHIT! DO YOU WANT YOUR

ASS SIX FEET UNDER THE GROUND!!!

MAKERS FAN:

Take it easy! There are four of you

and only me . . . and of course my

tape and letter that says if anything

happens to me . . you're the guys

responsible . . .

Dan and the aliens go back to their composure . . .

DAN HILL:

Okay, so what's the deal?

MAKERS FAN:

You bet against me for one million

dollars. I go for the Makers!

MA-1:

You're on. Just stay away from us!

The Fan surprised by the quick turn around of MA-1…

MAKERS FAN:

Hey, not so fast again! You could

have done something to the Makers, so

you're quick to call the bet, huh?

Taking the fan by the collar . . .

MA-1:

I'm getting tired of this shit!

Do we finish him off now as we

originally planned?

The fan thinking he went too far with organized crime, struggles from MA-1's hold . . .

MAKERS FAN:

Oh, please no… please no… I was…

you know… just trying to make a

little more money…

SA-1:

I don't think so. You're becoming

a liability to us.

With a pout and lower lips out, the others nod. Then turning their back on MA-1 and the Fan. SA-1 duplicates a gun with a silencer tucked at the back of MA-1.

The Fan forces himself on his knees, turning pale, pleading . .

MAKERS FAN:

(trembling in fear)

Please… please… don't kill me. I'm

just a gambler who wants more money.

MA-1 pulling the gun from his back . . .