Nothing
Clark sits at his desk, mindlessly watching the flashing lights on his computer screen. His peers are all clickety-clacking about, placing orders and making executions, as they do every day. More out of
Pilot
INT. JEN’S HOUSE – NIGHT
DING DONG.
JEN (O.S.)
Hello?
RO (O.S.)
It’s me.
JEN (O.S.)
Me who?
RO (O.S.)
Me. Your brother.
The door opens. Jen stands
Keylogger
INT. SCHOOL HALLWAY – OUTSIDE ROBOTICS LAB – DAY
The hallway is quiet except for the faint whirring of machinery from inside the ROBOTICS LAB.
ALAN, BRIAN, and NOLAN, all high school seniors, hover near
Timing
INT. BAR – NIGHT
The bar is crowded, noisy, and dimly lit. The air is thick with the scent of cheap beer and sweat.
ANNA (30s, sharp, impeccably dressed, but clearly waiting for a
Counterfeit
Aaron takes a seat at the minimalist, no-frills hotel bar. That’s how the receptionist who checked him described it anyway. Aaron has a different interpretation.
“What a dump,” he says to himself