INT. RESEARCH DEPARTMENT - DUSK
Through the panoramic window, the sun sets above the horizon.
From the 17th floor, TRAFFIC is bumper to bumper.
INT. WORLD TRADE CENTER, 17TH FLOOR - DAY
Elevator DING.
FOOTSTEPS exit.
INT. RECEPTION
Smiling, the receptionist nods to his guest.
                     RECEPTIONIST
           Good morning, can I help you?
                     GUEST (O.S.)
           Good morning, sir. My name is
           TOMMY. I'm here to see CHARLES from
           Research Department.
INT. CUBICLE BY THE PANORAMIC WINDOW - NIGHT
A LASER PRINTER.
An iMac screen running A DESKTOP PUBLISHING SOFTWARE.
Picking up the phone, the POINTING FINGER taps the buttons.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Baby, Charles asked me to work
           overnight-- I know. It's nice to be
           needed, though. Especially after
           being out of work for so long. Mmm,
           I'll be home tomorrow, okay. Good
           night. I love you.
Picking up an iPhone, a finger presses the 'Home' button.
The screen's wallpaper depicts A WEDDING.
A finger touches the bride's face.
Putting it back down, the right hand holds the mouse.
With left hand on keyboard.
THREE HOURS LATER
Chatting, laughing, printing, walking, clattering fingers on keyboards OUTSIDE the cubicle.
His iPhone VIBRATES.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Hey DRAKE...
                     DRAKE (V.O.)
           Hey dude, how's life at Jardine?
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           I'm still here... boss gave me an
           overnight sensation--
                     DRAKE (V.O.)
           Overnight on your first day?! Wow,
           the market must be very bullish
           right now...
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           I must finish reports tonight.
           Then, email our Singapore printer
           first thing in the morning before
           the analysts go on a roadshow.
                     DRAKE (V.O.)
           Dude, can I have the PDF please?--
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
                 (whispers)
           Sorry dude, no can do. It's against
           corporate policy.
                     DRAKE (V.O.)
           Hey dude, take a walk on the wild
           side... ha ha ha!
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           It's a lot of fun to work here,
           though...
                     DRAKE (V.O.)
           Why?
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Time flies by. Look, it's almost
           nine but you can still hear people
           working, right? The stock market
           works by day, but it loves the
           night.
                     DRAKE (V.O.)
           Don't work too hard, TOM.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Cheers, Drake.
THREE HOURS LATER
Chatting, laughing, dot matrix printing, walking, and typing OUTSIDE the cubicle.
DARK outside the panoramic window.
BEHIND his chair, TOMMY yawns and stretches his arms.
His RIGHT HAND holds the mouse.
With LEFT HAND on keyboard.
THREE HOURS LATER
No more chatting, laughing, dot matrix printing, walking, and typing outside the cubicle.
PAPERS flying out of a laser printer.
BEHIND his chair, TOMMY yawns and stretches his arms.
His HAND scoops up the printouts.
INT. HALLWAY OUTSIDE RESEARCH DEPARTMENT
A PAIR OF FEET comes out.
A YAWNING sound.
Through its GLASS WALL, the Research Department looks bright.
INT. MAIN HALLWAY
The FOOTSTEPS turn left.
From the other side, A WOMAN IN A WHITE HIJAB walks slowly.
Walking by, she LOWERS her pale face.
INT. RESTROOM EXTERIOR
A HAND opens its door.
SFX: LOUD DOOR SLAM
A man, 30s, is standing right behind the door.
STARING.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
                 (sighs)
           You scared me--
                     THE MAN
           My bad, I didn't hear. You're new
           here?
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Yeah. Research Department. I'm
           TOMMY by the way.
                 (extends his right hand)
                     THE MAN
                 (takes his)
           EDDIE. Back office.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           You also work overnight?
He nods.
                     EDDIE
           Back Office's getting ready for an
           IPO.
INT. MAIN HALLWAY
TWO PAIRS OF FEET approach the glass wall.
"SALES" and "CORPORATE FINANCE" on the left side.
"RESEARCH" and "ADMINISTRATION" on the right side.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
                 (half-whispers)
           Why are all departments' lights on
           except Sales?
                     EDDIE (O.S.)
                 (half whispers)
           Dunno, but I heard Sales is the
           most haunted room in this office--
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
                 (half-whispers)
           Seriously?!
                     EDDIE (O.S.)
                 (half-whispers)
           You're scared?
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
                 (half-whispers)
           Of course not. The Spirit in me is
           greater than all spirits.
INT. SALES DEPARTMENT
The door's opened from the outside.
FOUR FEET enter.
ROWS of computers along the wall.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
                 (whispers)
           All computers are asleep. Only the
           monitors are off.
A PAIR OF FEET continues within.
SFX: LOUD DOOR SLAM
TWO FEET rush back to the door.
It's CLOSED.
A HAND turns the handle. The door won't open.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Eddie...!! Open the door!!
His HAND keeps turning the handle.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Eddie...!!
FIFTEEN MINUTES LATER
A MIST on the center row computers.
CURLING slowly toward the door.
Growing heavier, the mist shapes into AN OLD MAN.
Walking, FLOATING over computers.
SFX: LOUD DOOR SLAM
INT. CUBICLE BY THE PANORAMIC WINDOW
SUNLIGHT breaks through the panoramic window.
BEHIND his chair, TOMMY stretches his arms.
Raising his head, he JOLTS.
Standing in front of the cubicle, A MAN, 30s, stares at him.
"SIMON", says his motorbike race suit's badge.
                     SIMON
           Who are you?!
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           I'm... I'm new here. Charles asked
           me to work overnight--
                     SIMON
           Anyone working overnight must
           notify security!
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           But didn't the back office also
           work overnight?--
                     SIMON
                 (shows him keys)
           No one worked last night. I locked
           the front door at seven. I'm the
           only one who opens and closes the
           office--
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           They did! I heard back office
           working last night. Why would I lie
           to you?!
His ARM points to the far right.
Toward CORPORATE FINANCE and SALES DEPARTMENT.
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           I also met Eddie in the restroom.
           We went to Sales--
Simon's no longer standing in front of his cubicle.
Sighing, A PAIR OF FEET storms out.
INT. RECEPTION
Unlocking the glass doors, a security guard, age 24, walks in.
Raising his face, he JOLTS.
                     SECURITY GUARD
           Whoa! Who're-- how did you get in?--
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Where's Simon?
                     SECURITY GUARD
                 (sighs)
           I didn't know someone's in here.
           Simon the speed demon? You don't
           know?--
                     TOMMY (O.S.)
           Sorry, I'm TOMMY. My first day in
           Research Department.
                     SECURITY GUARD
           Simon was killed in a motorbike
           crash last week. I'm his stand-in.
Opening the glass door, A WOMAN steps in.
The security guard turns his head.
                     SECURITY GUARD
                 (to her)
           Good morning, CATHY.
                     CATHY
           Good morning.
He turns his head toward TOMMY.
He's disappeared.
                     SECURITY GUARD
           Cathy...
Pausing, she turns to him.
                     SECURITY GUARD
           You're in Research, aren't you?
She nods.
                     SECURITY GUARD
           You've met TOMMY, the new staff in
           Research?
                     CATHY
                 (frowns)
           TOMMY? The new staff in Research?
                     SECURITY GUARD
                 (nods)
           Tall, skinny, with glasses, pale-
           faced--
                     CATHY
           Pale-faced? TOMMY joined Research
           last year. He worked here two weeks
           after getting married. The night
           his first child was born, TOMMY
           died in a motorbike accident. Our
           DTP has come and gone since his
           passing...
SFX: LOUD DOOR SLAM
INT. CUBICLE BY THE PANORAMIC WINDOW - DUSK
QUIET.
EMPTY.
The iMac is OFF.
Turning on by itself, it CHIMES.
The chair TURNS AROUND toward the window by itself.
INT. RESEARCH DEPARTMENT
Through the panoramic window, the sun sets above the horizon.
From the 17th floor, TRAFFIC is bumper to bumper.
On the right edge of the window, there's a reflection.
A TALL AND SKINNY MAN standing.
Through his glasses, staring at the sunset.
SFX: LOUD DOOR SLAM
