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Lone Gunmen Offices
4:45 p.m.

Yves is sitting at the computer, staring at the
skeletons on the computer screen.  Kimmy 
is standing beside her watching her work.  Jimmy is so
excited he can't be still.  He is 
pacing the room with giant steps.

JIMMY (huge smile)
"They aren't in the coffins!  They're alive!  They've
got to be!!"

He bounds towards Yves and Kimmy.  Kimmy takes a step
backwards and holds his 
hands up.

KIMMY
"Please, no more hugs, you've cracked 3 of my ribs
already.  Can't you just be the strong 
silent type?"

YVES
"We don't know for certain they are alive, Jimmy. 
Don't get your hopes up too high."

JIMMY (still smiling)
"They're alive.  I can feel it."

Instead of hugging Kimmy, he puts him in a head lock
and rubs his hair.  

JIMMY
"WHOO HOO!!"

JIMMY (still holding onto Kimmy)
"So what's our next move?"

YVES
"Our next move is for you to let Kimmy go, so he can
hack into the FBI mainframe."

Jimmy immediately let's Kimmy go, standing him up
straight.  Kimmy tries to brush his 
hair back down with his hands and sits in front of the
computer.  Within a matter of 
seconds, Kimmy has it hacked.

KIMMY
"Ok.  Now what?"

YVES
"Let's find out what the FBI official position is on
them."

KIMMY
"You know if they've relocated them with new
identities there won't be a thing on them.  
I hear those files aren't even kept on record. 
Strictly paper files. In the depths of the 
Pentegon."

YVES
"We've got to start somewhere."

Kimmy types in John Fitzgerald Byers.  An older photo
of Byers pops up onto the screen, 
along with his physical statistics and employment
history.  He's listed as deceased and 
the file is closed. 

Yves points at the computer screen.

YVES
"What's this?"

Kimmy rolls the mouse over and clicks.

KIMMY
"It's some sort of text file?"  

YVES
"Let's see it."

He opens the file and it is a document from the Center
for Disease Control.  At the top of 
the file, in large letters it says, BIOHAZARD LEVEL 1.
  On the document is a drawing 
of the chemical bonds of the virus and a detailed
analysis of the viral agent.  It's pages 
long.  

KIMMY (reading from the file)
"Three blood samples containing the virus were sent to
a CDC lab in Memphis, 
Tennessee."

YVES
"Who did the analysis?"

Kimmy scrolls down to the bottom of the article.  It's
signed:  Linda Young.

KIMMY
"Linda Young."

Kimmy types into the FBI search, Linda Young.  A file
pops up on the screen, but there 
is no photo available.

KIMMY
"She's some hotshot chemist with the CDC.  She
specializes in producing anti-dotes for 
possible bioterroristic agents."

JIMMY (still smiling)
"They are SO alive!!!"

Kimmy rolls his eyes at Jimmy and looks at Yves.

YVES
"Graceland anyone?"

JIMMY
"ELVIS LIVES!!  Whoo  oohh!!"

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CDC Laboratory – Memphis Division
Memphis, Tennessee
10:43 a.m.

Interior VW Van

Jimmy, Kimmy, and Yves are staking out the CDC labs in
Memphis.  From the empty 
soda cans and endless empty sacks of fast food, it's
obvious they have been sitting there 
all morning. Yves is restless.  Kimmy is frustrated as
he sits at the computer.  For once, 
only Jimmy is perfectly patient as he intently stares
at the doors of the highrise building.

YVES
"Have you got anything yet?"

KIMMY
"No, there's no photo of this Linda Young on file
anywhere.  She must drive a 
government issued car because there's no car on the
register at the DMV.  Hell, she isn't 
even listed as having a driver's license."

YVES (sighs)
"This is pointless.  We can't follow a woman that
we've never seen before.  Let's go."

JIMMY
"No wait.  I've got an idea.  We could have flowers
delivered and whoever walks out 
with them we'll know is Linda."

Kimmy and Yves look at each other and in astonishment
at Jimmy.

KIMMY
"Not a bad idea."

JIMMY (smiling)
"I learned from the best."
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 Interior VW Van

From the van they watch as a delivery man carrying a
huge bouquet of sunflowers walks 
into the laboratory. 

KIMMY
"The sunflowers should be easy to spot from here."

YVES
"All we do now is wait."

Time passes.  They wait. And wait.  And wait.  The
fast food sacks multiply.  They all 
switch positions several times.  The sun arcs it's way
across the sky and sets.  They wait.

JIMMY
"What if she decided to leave the sunflowers at work. 
You know, to brighten up her 
lab?"

YVES 
"Doubtful Jimmy.  This is the CDC lab, they probably
don't even let the flowers leave 
the front lobby.  She should pick them up on her way
out."

Kimmy is staring at the computer screen.  He has
swiveled the hidden camera in the van 
to point at the front doors of the building.

KIMMY
"Guys.  We've got sunflowers."

Yves and Jimmy both turn and look out the window. 
Yves starts the engine.   Jimmy sees 
the blonde haired woman carrying the armload of
sunflowers as she walks towards the 
parking garage.  Kimmy puts a close up on the screen. 
His mouth drops open.

KIMMY
"Shit.  Shit.  Shit."

Yves turns around.

YVES
"What is it?"

KIMMY
"I know her.  It's Byers hot mama that he's been
pining over for years."

JIMMY (glances at the woman walking determined down
the street)
"Susanne Modeski?  That's Susanne Modeski?"

YVES (completely confused)
"Susanne who?  How do you know her?"

JIMMY
"Go Byers!!"

Yves follows Susanne as she pulls out of the parking
garage and drives away.
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Huey's Bar and Grill
Downtown Memphis
10:52 p.m.

Yves, Jimmy, and Kimmy are sitting in a booth in a
noisy downtown bar and grill.  It's 
crowded and a smoky haze hangs in the air.  The long
bar on the opposite side of the 
room is filled with loud college-aged customers who
are laughing and talking and singing 
along with the music playing on the jukebox.  The
walls are covered in graffiti and the 
ceiling is covered in toothpicks.  Jimmy watches as
one of the college kids gets his straw 
and expertly shoots a toothpick into the tacky black
ceiling tiles.  It sticks.  

Jimmy picks up his tooth pick and Yves grabs his hand
and stops him.

YVES
"We are not here to play Jimmy."

He reluctantly sets the toothpick down.

YVES
"So this Susanne Modeski has had dealings with Byers
for years?"

KIMMY (nods)
"Yeah, the story's practically a myth.  She's the one
who started it all."

JIMMY
"If it weren't for her there wouldn't be any Lone
Gunmen."

YVES (sarcastically)
"What a wonderful legacy to leave behind.  Remind me
to thank her."

JIMMY
"But Byers got her an alias and she disappeared. She
asked him to go with him but he 
said she'd be safer alone.  Isn't that romantic??" 

YVES
"Touching.  But I don't understand.  If she
disappeared, why pick a high profile job with 
the CDC.  It's like painting a target on your back."

JIMMY
"Don't you get it.  The CDC are the good guys.  Kimmy
said her FBI file listed her as a 
scientist who makes the antidotes."

YVES
"I wouldn't be too sure of that Jimmy."

KIMMY
"You think she knew about the viral agent all along."

YVES
"Knew about it.  I wouldn't be surprised if she was
the one that developed it.  At this 
point, I'd believe Elvis could walk through that
door."

At that moment the door to Huey's opens and a guy
slightly resembling Elvis walks into 
the bar.  

YVES
"I'll do a little poking around at her house tomorrow.
 See what we can't find out about 
Ms. Modeski."

While Yves is paying the ticket, Jimmy watches the
Elvis look alike sit down at the bar 
and get a drink.  Jimmy picks up a sharpie marker on
the table and writes on the grafitti 
covered wall in big block capital letters:  "THE
GUNMEN LIVE."

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