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  INTERIOR, SOULLESS CORPORATE OFFICE. DUSK.

  A dark, sleek office room, filled with cigar smoke, expensive 
  gadgets and designer furniture. The cigar smoke rises above 
  Hollywood executive GOLDBERG like a whirlwind, framing his 
  grinning face...

  He dials his Blackberry phone to the hum of his $9000 Dell PC,
  while leaning back into his chair a little.

               GOLDBERG
               (on the phone)
         Is this The Agency?

               UNKNOWN OPERATOR (v.o)
               (in a clearly american accent)
         How can I help you, Mister Goldberg?

               GOLDBERG
         I would like to order a raid.

               UNKNOWN OPERATOR (v.o)
         Yes sir, what do you want with it?

               GOLDBERG
         I want a heavily armed para-military squad, 
         carrying the latest gear. I want two helicopters, 
         half a dozen paddy wagons, the whole works.

               UNKNOWN OPERATOR (v.o)
         Would you like dogs with that?

               GOLDBERG
         Yes.

               UNKNOWN OPERATOR (v.o)
         Is the recipient an organization or an individual.

               GOLDBERG
               (smiles)
         Both.

               UNKNOWN OPERATOR (v.o)
         Alright, sir. Must be quite a party you're planning.

               GOLDBERG
               (ecstatically)
         Party? I'm about to destroy democracy as we know it!
         Nobody, henceforth, will ever be able to make 
         millions off of stolen media without repercussions!

               GOLDBERG
               (looking at the viewer ominously)
         Nobody.