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MAKERS FAN:

(almost in shock)

Oh, god no… please no… please… nooo…

(covers his face with both hands)

Pointing the gun at the Fan's nose . . .

MA-1:

(in a whisper)

Okay, I'm giving you one last chance.

I'm going to fire this on the grass,

then lay down still. Don't get up

until we're gone. Don't show your

face to any of us no more.

MA-1 fires on the grass; Fan plays dead; MA-1 looks down on him then runs off to join the others. Far from hearing range of the Fan, the group burst out with laughter. Still heartily laughing . . .

DAN HILL:

(running out of breathe)

I didn't know you guys (laughter)

could come up with an act like that!

(more laughter)

SA-1 makes the gun vanish. They walk casually towards the entrance, MA-2 celfone in hand talking to Pamela. We turn to where the fan was left. He gets up slowly; looks around; runs like hell away from the coliseum.

INT. – COLISEUM – LATER ON

We follow the four weaving their way thru the seats. MA-2 still on the celfone, looking at the direction Pamela is trying to point to. Their tickets are for the upper boxes now. From the upper bleachers, we see Pamela and Tisha stand up and waving. MA-2 points to them and get on their way. Finally getting to their seats . . .

PAMELA:

Where did you all go?

SA-1:

We just taught that fan a lesson!

Pamela looks at MA-2, who smiles and winks at her.

AT CENTER COURT – SERIES OF SHOTS

The lights go dim; players from both teams introduced and after all the rituals, the first five of both teams are ready for the jump. Both teams seem to be in good shape. Interceptions; fancy passes and dribbles; alley-oops; tight defense; usual fouls; errors; violations; slam dunks; easy twinners; three pointers; At half time, the Bets lead by five.

DAN HILL:

(digging for popcorn)

I think this series will go all the

way, huh, Sean?

MA-1:

Too early to say… It's only the

first half.

MA-2:

Hmmmmm… but the Makers are in foul

trouble, Dan could be right!

AT THE COURT

The game resumes. The usual intensity is there but the Makers are too careful on fouls. The Bets take advantage by shooting more inside the shaded area. They pull away by twelve at the end of the third. By the fourth quarter, four Makers main players have fouled out with five minutes to go. The lead is up to fifteen. The Makers' alternates couldn't simply get into the game, missing shots and defense miscues. With barely two minutes to go, spectators start to make a beeline to the exits. With the lead now up to twenty, it's a foregone conclusion. Except for Tisha, the group's faces show relief and happiness.

In wonder . . .

TISHA:

I thought you people were for the

Makers?

PAMELA:

I wish we could tell you what this

means to us!

MA-2 interjects immediately . . .

MA-2:

We could tell her . . .

The others eyes grow big and look at MA-2, and before they could stop him . . .

MA-2: (cont'd)

You see, awhile back, we put a bet

whether the series would go all the

way or not, and it did! Pamela is now

richer by fifty thousand dollars!

Tisha turns to Pamela squinting with crimped lips, hands on hips.

TISHA:

Oh, yeah, my best friend! And you

don't want me to know about it!

PAMELA:

(embracing Tisha)

Oh, c'mon… I was gonna surprise you.

How could I keep such money when we

live under one roof?… You silly…

Both smile and embrace.

EXT. - SAN FRANCISO BAY AREA – DAY

Two days after, Hill, Pamela and Tisha take the aliens to San Francisco to see the Golden Gate Bridge.

SERIES OF SHOTS:

From a good vantage point on top of a windy hill, the group overlooks part of the bay and the bridge. Hill, pointing to the marvels of human engineering that could be seen around. The eagle eyes of the trio zoom-in on whatever interests them.

On a sad tone, SA-1 to the humans . . .

SA-1:

We're on our last two days here on

earth. We haven't really done much

for your world and ours . . .

MA-2 whispers to SA-1 . . .

MA-2:

Tisha doesn't know about us yet…

TISHA:

Don't worry about it Chris… or what

ever your name is. Pamela couldn't

bear anymore her feelings, so we had

a talk about you… and the rest.

MA-1 obviously having an eye for Tisha, rushes to her, embraces her by the waist and lifts her up with joy. . .

MA-1:

You mean to say, you now know who

we are, and yet you didn't stay

away from us?

TISHA:

(eyes show affection)

How could I, when I know that you

are an idiot as Chris.

Chris gives MA-1 a quick kiss on the lips. MA-1 puts her down and takes her by the hand; they walk slowly away looking at each other. They say sweet little nothings to each other.

Pamela watches, as the two 'lovebirds' seem to be better off than her and MA-2.

Sadly, Pamela turns away from them, walks a few feet away. MA-2 notices, looks down momentarily, and then, follows her.

Standing beside her, looking in the same direction as she is.

MA-2:

Many days now, I could not tell you

anything that really comes from me.

PAMELA:

Why?

MA-2:

Because it would end up just like

Scot was starting to say… besides

you might not really like how we

look.

Unbelieving what she heard and realizing it; abruptly turns to face him . . .

PAMELA:

Do you really look much different

from us?

MA-2:

Well, not really. We only have

have different hair, mouth, hands,

voice and eyes from you.

BRIEF FLASHBACK: To explain to Pamela how they really look, as seen when they were still on their spacecraft.

MA-2 to Pamela after the flashback . . .

MA-2:

Do you think you'll still feel the

same for me when we're back to how

we really look?

PAMELA:

How can I say when you still look

as you are?

Hill and SA-1 are sitting on the grass watching the two couples.

MA-2:

(turning to SA-1 and MA-1)

I think it's about time to show how

we really look… and get over these

feelings… Scot… please let the device

undo the duplication on our bodies…

SA-1 sadly takes the device from his pocket and was about to beam it on one of them . . .

MA-2: (cont'd)

Wait… wait… should we not stay away

farther from them? They might not

really like how we look. . .