Throwback Thursday: Sunshine’s Night of Darkness, Scene 11, 12, 13, and 14

SCENE ONE (and an explanation of what the hell is going on with these posts)

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SUNSHINE’S NIGHT OF DARKNESS

Synopsis: It’s Sunshine’s first day of work in security at the P.U.R.E Corporation and all she wants to do is make it through orientation, but first she’s got to fill out a name tag requisition form, fit her uniform, meet a cute computer geek … oh, and save her fellow employees from genetically-mutated, blood-lusting vampires.

Notes: All work is registered with the WGC & the WGA.

This week’s excerpt opens with a montage:

– Scene Eleven, Twelve, Thirteen & Fourteen –

INT. ACCOUNTING, OFFICE LEVEL, P.U.R.E CORPORATION – LATER

DATA TRANSLATORS crunch numbers into computers.

INT. PUBLIC RELATIONS, OFFICE LEVEL – CONTINUOUS

A GRAPHIC DESIGNER mocks up a P.U.R.E magazine advertisement: with the byline: it’s young, it’s fresh, it’s the newest you.

INT. HUMAN RESOURCES, OFFICE LEVEL – CONTINUOUS

An ASSISTANT slices bundles of paper in a hefty cutter and then binds them into information booklets.

INT. HALLWAY, OFFICE LEVEL – CONTINUOUS

Irma leads the group as they pass by various administration offices filled with EMPLOYEES.

IRMA

Administration is the heart of the P.U.R.E CORP, without it the facility would cease to function –

A sweet-looking man, LIONEL, 35, wanders passed with a coffee.

LIONEL

Hi Irma.

IRMA

Lionel, from accounting. We just visited your office, Lionel.

LIONEL

Too bad I missed you.

He nods to the group and moves on down the hallway.

Irma pauses at a gold-brushed wooden box mounted by a door.

IRMA

The suggestion box. A mainstay of human resources, we want to hear from you! Oh, but this is not to be used for payroll inquires, correspondence, or form submission. Suggestions, only.

CALLIE

Will there be a test? Because no one else is taking any notes and I didn’t realize –

IRMA

No test, Callie. Just the accumulation of knowledge for knowledge’s sake –

CALLIE

Not grades?

Irma spins away, swipes her ID by a computer panel and, when the door opens, crosses into Human Resources. Callie, having deliberately wound Irma up, smirks.

CALLIE (CONT’D)

She really shouldn’t frown like that, it mars.

SUNSHINE

People’s personalities can’t be contained within a constructed façade forever.

CALLIE

(almost gleeful)

You think she’s had work done? No, you’re right. It’s better to radiate, be radiant, you know, see the good inside parts on the outside.

RASHID

Bottle that and you’d put P.U.R.E out of business.

HUXLEY

Can’t be done, unless we lock all the good people up and continually harvest them to medicate the bad.

RASHID