[Script] Revolution Number Eight - Page 2

Scene: A wide show of a small conference room with a single table and a swinging lightbulb, but a faint glow comes from one side of the room, though the camera carefully does not show that side yet.  Agent Chwech sits with a young man of 17-19 years at the other end of a table.

A small date appears on the side of the screen indicating, "November 27th, 1969."

AGENT CHWECH
Do you know why you are here, Intern Adams?

INTERN ADAMS
Because of my article in the Eagle?

AGENT CHWECH
That's right, but do you know what you are here, FOR?

INTERN ADAMS
I...don't.  And wasn't MI-8?

AGENT CHWECH
Retired.  After the war.  Merged.  Yes, it was.  We brought it back.

INTERN ADAMS
OK?

AGENT CHWECH
Do you know why?

INTERN ADAMS
Um.  No.

AGENT CHWECH
Good.  If you did we'd likely have to kill you.  Do you believe in aliens?

INTERN ADAMS
Like...Martians?

AGENT CHWECH
Oh much farther than that.   Alpha Centauri.

INTERN ADAMS
What, like the star?

AGENT CHWECH
Exactly.  Small, furry creatures from Alpha Centauri.  And they have left us with an enigma, wrapped in a riddle something something something.  We want your help working it out.

Scene: Wide pan 90 degrees to a one way mirror with JOHN, PAUL, RINGO and GEORGE in a recording studio, looking frustrated.