X+FILES:A Hole In Someone

SCENE 3: MYSTERY AGENTS AFOOT...

	We hear sounds of the street but don't know what we're looking at. A coffee cup comes down into frame, and is set on a glass street table with a loud "thok". A woman's hand comes into frame and carresses the cup. white text fades in at lower frame left: Police HQ – Corvallis, OR – 4:05 pm (put in joke here of white text changing between star bucks and police HQ? and then the time changes?)

	Muller stands atop the police station stairs. the wind blows his coat.

	The steaming coffee cup is raises to a woman's lips. She sips.

	Skully sets the coffee cup back down and leans way back in ecstacy. Scoldy aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh... Muller suddenly enters frame (Slight pan?), his hand figeting in his pocket. Muller Tear yourself away long enough to hear what I’ve uncovered so far? Scoldy composes herself and sits upright. Scoldy Yeah- Muller exits frame.

	Skoldy runs up next to Muller and they walk together down the city street. Scoldy I was surprised that Starbucks bothered to set up a café in this insignificant town. Muller and Skoldy exchange looks, like people who know more than they could ever share with the public. Skoldy and Muller Boo hahahaha. Muller (mumbled) Yeah. Right. Scoldy What are you playing with? Muller Oh, some ball I found at Par 3. I know a clue when it hits me inna face, Skoldy. Figured maybe I could use it at the other golf course. Muller bounces the ball. He continues to bounce the ball through out the conversation. Scoldy Corvallis has TWO golf courses? This place doesn’t even have a decent beauty salon! Muller Well, I hear the par 3 was getting killed till their games mysteriously picked up. Place is so busy now that I couldn’t get a game in. Talked to the bartender ‘slash: manager’ instead. He didn’t tell me much. ‘Cept that he enjoys gay porn and gambling. Scoldy Sounds typical of this whole godforsaken state. Muller I think he was more than a little confused about his station in life. They share a chuckle. Scoldy (mumbled) (sigh) Civilians.

	Cut to a low POV, looking up at Muller and Skoldy to emphasise the ball bouncing. Muller So I had a few beers and hit the police station. As usual, they don’t want to help us. They say if I commit crime, they’ll put me in prison and rape my ass. Scoldy I see. I went to the Starbucks. I bought 6 single latte mochas. And I actually got some work done on our impending presentation. Muller (whine) You didn’t even try to look into this golf thing? Scoldy Well, some old fogy told me that par3 golf course used to be a slaughter house. Muller No (shit), cattle? Scoldy Yes cattle. Muller THAT is very interesting, Skoldy. Muller stops and looks around, lost in thought. Skoldy stops and tries to figure out what goes on inside his big brain. Muller looks at the random people milling around the streets of Corvallis, like so many cattle. He bounces the ball one last time, but it doesn’t return to his palm.

	The ball has broken apart on the ground, revealing a disturbingly preserved eyeball.

	Muller quickly locks eyes with Skoldy, forcing that “I told you this was worth investigating” stare into the back of her head. (note: They hit a dramatic we’re-competent-FBI-Agents-now pose?)