Co-written with fallingalice and AeB
Based upon the short story by fallingalice, AeB and Emma Conner.
INT. FACTORY - NIGHT.
The BEAM of a FLASH LIGHT plays over several huge plastic containers.
Looks like the right ones.
We better be sure.
The person holding the flash light steps back, allowing the other to come forward. All we can see of him is his silhouette as he bends down, crowbar in hand.
C/U of the lid of one of the containers being pried open.
Inside are...women. Naked women packed together like sardines.
The latest cyborgs.
INT. WAREHOUSE - NIGHT.
The women/cyborgs from the container are huddled together in a circle.
Standing off to the side is THE DELIVERY MAN a.k.a. VOICE #2, and THE MATCHMAKER. They are CONVERSING in a LOW MURMUR while the women look on.
We focus upon one of them: VALENTINA.
The men finish their conversation.
The Matchmaker steps toward the women. They shrink back. What else can they do? There are no viable escape routes in sight.
The women are not pacified.
The Matchmaker reaches out to touch the nearest, caressing her cheek before turning her head from side to side in order to examine her.
(to Delivery Man)
Just like you said.
Valentina scowls, but some of the others appear to be relaxing a bit. The Matchmaker pats her cheek.
There, there. It’s alright. I’m a Matchmaker. I’ve brought you all here so that I can find you your perfect mates.
Because you're all beautiful, of course.
Valentina sees his...