a show pilot: "Living Just Enough For The City" 101: The Meeting.

 FOR THE DURATION, KATRINA'S VOICE will be filtered as if she were recorded on a telephone, but on screen, she's in the room with the crew.


CONFERENCE ROOM

RAWLEY: Impressive resume, extensive study and internships.

KATRINA: Thank you sir.  I think I have a lot to offer this company.

HOYLE: Right, right.

GREER: You've given us a lot to consider, Miss Watson.

HOYLE:(CLOSE ON his greenscreen CASIO digital watch) My bowl of beans is calling me.

GREER: We'll look all this over.

RAWLEY: What are the beans calling you?  Did we decide anything?

KATRINA: Well....

The sound of a startled chicken fills the room briefly, an "alarum"

GREER: Lunch break.  You pegged it almost dead-on, Hoyle.

RAWLEY: Dinner's on.

KATRINA: UHM.  Thank you all so much for your time and consideration.

RAWLEY: Whatever.


BREAK ROOM.  A sex swing, like a giant hammock is in the corner.  There is an outline of a black pentacle in a red blotch on one wall.  Otherwise, its tables and chairs and people eating their lunches.

RAWLEY: So we love Katrina.

HOYLE: Right, right.

GREER: Let's kill one of her pets and put it on her doorstep.

HOYLE: Right, a definitive statement of our feelings.

GREER: Steal her mail from her mailbox.

RAWLEY:  Forensics on her garbage.  Maybe we'll look up and hit on some used feminine hygiene items.

HOYLE:(with potato chips)  We might.  Push her away. Coming on too strongly.


KATRINA approaches.

KATRINA: Uh, hi, again.

GREER: (to KATRINA) still considering.

RAWLEY:  It's all process, you understand.

KATRINA:  Oh, sure, but my car, outside.  It won't start.

HOYLE: I'll help get it going.  Come on, miss.

RAWLEY:  Mister Fraudwrench.


PARKING LOT

HOYLE has retrieved a jump box from his SUV, and hooked it to the stuff under the hood of KATRINA's SUV.

HOYLE: Miss Watson, if you would, get in the car and be ready to turn the key when I ask.

RAWLEY(muttering to himself):  Getting the big panty cred.

HOYLE(walking by Rawley): None of this even matters.  Juice him up, bebe.

RAWLEY: AWW YEAH.

RAWLEY flips the switch on the jump box.

The airbag in KATRINA's SUV deploys, pinning KATRINA to the seat.

RAWLEY: Still wanna be on the team?  We haven't even killed any of your pets yet.

KATRINA:(muffled) What?  Help me.

HOYLE looking sideways at the airbag.

We see HOYLE from the back, hear a zip, and he starts fucking the area between Katrina and the airbag.

GREER: Well.  I guess we've made our decision. Welcome to the team.

KATRINA: Well, thanks I guess.


SOUNDS of HOYLE grunting.

SHOT of cityscape, Hoyle's grunting builds a pitch.

THEN a howl breaks across the cityscape.

THEN the chicken screams in terror.

GREER(off screen): Well that's lunch.

HOYLE:  You can turn the key now, Miss Watson.