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Next to the call box we notice a sign an arrow pointing into the desert London 8. INT. LABORATORY. underground. Emma descends on the lift platform steps into a research lab in retro hi. Walks past assistants, down long pink and orange steel corridors, Werner von. Braun goes disco. Nears a door, marked Prospero Project Authorized Personnel. Only. Logo with lightning emerging from a cloud. FROM AIRLOCK DOOR. A man enters, older. In matching leather suit like an astronaut. Early 4. 0s, handsome. His name tag DR. PETER PEEL. Ready, darling Peter fixes her name tag DR. EMMA PEEL runs a finger down over her breast. She. Ready as Ill ever be. Mutual erotic, intellectual attraction. Peter takes her hand and they walk down. LONG CORRIDOR. air lock doors a series of sealed chambers inside a hitech Labyrinth. A man joins them. A shyer, bespectacled, less handsome version of Peter. On his name. tag DR. VALENTINE PEEL brother and partner. In b. g., a countdown starts, ECHOING thru the lab. Atmospheric pressure checked, antenna ready. Thermal chamber ready. Compression module. Temperature control on course between. Water turbulence steady. Anything else Valentine smiles, shrugs. Good luck. Peter. Emma. Thanks, Valentine. Emma gives him a quick peck on the cheek. A shy look from Valentine at Emma. Peter senses. Just a minute, darling. My brothers a. worry wart. I better have a word. Valentine. Peter takes Valentine over to one side. Emma checks gauges and dials. Behind her a. conversation. Peter returns. He takes a ring from his finger. CLOSEUP DIAMOND GEM. BACK TO SCENE. He slips it onto her finger. Something to remember me by. Peter smiles. The remark strikes Emma as curious. But no time to query. She smiles. back. He gives her a kiss. See you in an hour. One sunny day. The countdown ECHOES around them as they separate. IN DISTANCE. Valentine watches her. INT. LAB CHAMBER. Inside a bed of ice, Emma is lowered by hydraulic machine into a steel radioactive. The effect is very cold. Frozen. Numb. Like a sci fi Sleeping Beauty, beauty. Plunged down into a vault. Opposite her. In another glass coffin, Peter Peel, is lowered down. FROM EMMAS POV. The sound of their HEARTBEATS. Their BREATHING. BLEEP and PULSE OF. ELECTRONICS. Thru glass and leather. Like cerebral sex. Technological, erotic. Peter winks at her Emma locks longingly at him, as. UP IN CONTROL ROOM. Valentine watches behind glass. Like a kid excluded from a bedroom. He attends to. dials. And to his female assistant. Readings still normal. The assistant smiles oddly. FOCUS ON. An insignia tattooed on her neck X4. A replicant. They monitor screens. A DULL HUM. 1. 8 EXT. SALTFLATS DAY. A weather antenna emerges from the ground an enigmatic phallic silver blob, like a. Koons sculpture. The sun glints off it. DOWN BELOW. A temperature gauge rises. The ice is infused with pulsating colors purple blue green red. Starts to heat. up as if. It soaks up temperature from cold to hot in instants. CLOSEUP WHITE GLOVED HAND ON DIAL. CUMULUS COLLECTOR. The graphs accelerate, but over the dull HUM a. MURMUR, a BREATH. As Emmas HEARTBEAT rises. The gloved hand turns up the dial, past a red danger mark. Suddenly a BLIP. Something wrong. DOWN IN HIS VAULT. Peter Peels coffin starts to overheat. Peter reacts. Losing control malfunction. Christs. 2. 2 IN CONTROL ROOM. Needles push off the dials, as. The ice swells strange mix of colors, absorbing heat and energy in clusters of molten. Valentines eyes widen in alarm. COUNTDOWN V. O. Five four three two. Three two one. Three two one. INSIDE COFFIN. Peters glass cracks. The emergency light goes on the ALARM sounds lab assistants running. IN HER COFFIN. Emma realizes looks to Peter. EXT. SALTFLATS DAY. The Koons antenna is drawing a strange purple cloud towards it, from otherwise blue. INT. CONTROL ROOM CONTINUOUS ACTION. Thru the air ducts the purple cloud starts to billow. Panic stations Valentine looks. Emma, Peter, get out Its going to explode FROM Valentines anguished face TO Emmas face, as. FROM HER VAULT. Emma undoes the straps, clambers out of her pod. ANGLE IN DREAMLIKE SLOW MOTION. Emma clambers onto her husbands pod in a sequence eternally replayed for her as a. BACK TO SCENE. Get out Leave him EmmaRAPID INTERCUTS. The purple smoke enveloping Peterspod, soft caresses Peter struggling within. Emma. Her leatherclad limbs straddled over his glass coffin. Her HEARTBEAT sounds. She. grabs, claws on glass. Her fist draws back, blam Emma SMASHES the pod. Cracks splinters not breaking obscuring his face inside like a spiders web, as. Dont wait for him hes not. Breathless, blood smeared on glass, Emmas gashed fist bleeds thru torn leather glove. GROWLING sound growing as. ABOVE GROUND. The voluminous purple cloud being sucked by the antenna. CLOSEUP ON EMMAS DIAMOND RING. BACK TO SCENE. Emma. Emma. As a GROWLING sound grows till. BOOM An EXPLOSION rocks the vault flames burst out sound and vision. Emma hears explosion as a slow moving tear thru her psyche. A trauma. 3. 4 ANGLE IN EXTREME SLOW MOTION. The blast flings Emma back thru space, flying unconscious as if in a dream, floating. A milky way op art swirl of glass and steel fragments, now out of control. The background of sealed doors, white corridors all vanish. A spinning, black void. An orgasmic, dream of near death, as a CRASH OF MUSIC BEGINS a hip new. AVENGERS THEME TUNE. CREDITS SEQUENCE.