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The entryway of an office.

HARVEY, dressed in a sharp suit with briefcase in hand, walks in from the parking lot outside.

He strides purposefully into the office.

He stops.

His expression goes blank, like a TV turned to static.

The office is COMPLETELY empty. The cubicles are bare, not a stick of furniture to be seen. A few phone wires trail across the carpet, going nowhere.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

Harvey walks in. The room is empty. A single note card lies on the floor.

INT. CONVEYOR ROOM - DAY

Harvey peeks in a small square window, his head moving around like an owl's, studying the room.

The window he's peeking in is for rollers to pass through, as part of a large conveyor system. The machines are gone, leaving only the windows and a few bits of trash.

INT. MANUFACTURING ROOM - DAY

Some sort of manufacturing room lies empty and quiet.

A series of pipes and cables march into the distance, at some point obviously connected to a series of large assembly machines.

Harvey walks through the ghostly pillars, glancing around before hurrying past.

INT. WAREHOUSE - DAY

Harvey's footsteps echo maddeningly around. He steps through an industrial door and looks around numbly.

He is in a massive, expansive warehouse, 30,000 square feet at least. There is not a single crate or box around.

Harvey comes to a decision. He strides out of the enormous emptiness.

 

INT. FOREMAN'S OFFICE - DAY

A telephone hangs on a wall.

Harvey walks up, sets down his briefcase, and picks up the phone. He dials a number.

HARVEY
Hello? Yeah, I'd like to report a burglary?

 

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A red stop sign, which reads:

FEELING INSECURE?

The stop sign rotates, clicking and whirring like an electronic lock. It SNAPS into place, turning blue:

ADT SECURITY

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Harvey is sitting on the floor in his empty cubicle, his briefcase next to him.

BILL, another employee, stands up in the cubicle next to him and peers over.

BILL
Hey, do you have a paper clip?

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All contentsBradley King, 1999-2003.